Chapter 3

Squall

He was sitting before his computer, headphones over his ears, staring the screen with very little interest. Going thru the set list for the night was something he had to do to make sure everything was in order, but he was constantly checking his cell phone to see if there were any new messages. Fingering the phone for a while he then opened it, started to write a message, then deleted it with a groan escaping his mouth and tossed the damn thing away from his distressed hands. FUCK!

Had Cloud perhaps forgotten? Maybe.. But then again his logical mind nagged to him that if the other had indeed forgotten he could just call the man and ask again. Though Squall didn't really want to do that since it would make him seem desperate and clingy. Shit, he really hated this feeling! Maybe he should just text and be done with it? He reached to take the phone back, settling down in his chair -the music just went on without him really paying any attention to it, like he should have done-, opening a new message but once again convincing himself that it wasn't his duty to pester Cloud about this. Squall tossed the phone away again and buried his face to his palms.

Okay, so he was frustrated and pissed off too. Frustrated because Cloud had not had the sense to answer him and pissed off because he himself was a brooding nerve wreck, fussing over something like this! The training early this morning again with Cid had done a good job on easing his nerves. But that bliss was gone with the wind by now.

Squall raised his arms above him and tried to stretch while his mind was going thru the past week. Again. He had actually kissed the guy. Okay, so he had done it to piss Reno off but by doing it had made something stir in him. Cloud had had such a soft pair of lips and his skin had a tempting scent to it. And of course, inviting Cloud boxing with him had been the cherry on top. He was pretty sure the blond was no novice in martial arts or anything like that. The man was so fair without being feminine or girly. Just plain and simple; awesome.

No, he should not think the other in that way. Cloud had looked so damn shocked when he had dared to kiss him. So he was off limits for sure.

Squall tugged his hair in different directions and stood up, completely forgetting he still had the headphones on and thus ripping the cord out of his laptop and the laptop nearly falling on the floor. Cursing out loud, Squall decided he really should take a grip on himself or he would also screw up tonight's set list. But he was not able to stop himself for checking the phone again. No.. No messages. Maybe Cloud just thought he had been so weird and unworthy of his attention he would never even consider of giving him any reply.

He was pushing himself on the verge of getting mad at Cloud and that never led into anything good. It would be much easier when he would get to work and put his mind on something better than this. He would've done something more creative now but he sucked at cooking so no go there and it was the kids turn to clean up. He kept pacing across his room unable to stay still.

Finally he stopped before his mirror that hung from wall next to the door and peered into it, trying to examine himself objectively. Well, he wasn't that bad if he was being honest. The only ugly thing about his face was the stupid scar crossing between his eyes. If he just ignored that he admitted he had nice blue eyes, straight nose and excellently shaped face. Ok, so he could smile more often but then again, he didn't have any wrinkles around his mouth because of that. Who needs smiling anyway.

Squall growled at his reflection and turned away. No matter how good looking he might be it would never be enough to turn someone from being straight. He would just have to pucker up and take it like a man. Cloud would be a worthy friend, if nothing else. If the blond sucker actually would answer him in the first place!

Cloud

The street was fairly empty when Cloud pulled his bike over the sidewalk about an hour later he had departed from home. Wondering if he was in the right address, he scanned the street for anything that might suggest the club he was looking for was somewhere near. He was already reaching to his phone, when he saw a couple of kind of peculiar looking persons walking on the other side of the road. They stopped at a huge iron door that looked nothing more than a door to a bomb-shelter. The couple opened it and disappeared inside. Since they had at least gotten his attention, Cloud decided to follow their lead and parked his bike finally. Daring himself to leave the precious machine there on its own was a huge step to him, but then again.. it had gone thru some heavy damage before without falling apart, and there was always Cid who could fix it. Nervous and anxious as Cloud felt he still managed to make his way to the heavy iron door.

Standing now before it, he noticed the name of the club had been scorched on the door; it kind of stood out now that he was so close, but it was hard to know it was an entryway to a club. Cloud took a deep breath and pulled the handle and sudden darkness enveloped him. Soft, muffled sounds of music playing somewhere were the only clue that he was going to the right direction.

It was a small space that he stood in now and slowly Cloud realized there actually was a light above him. It just was black, so all the shadows were deep, dark gray and made it impossible to see clearly. Interesting start… Cloud could hear his heartbeat thudding in his ears. He took a step forward and realized there was a small booth and behind it was someone sitting. A step forward lighted the figure some more and Cloud could see it was a frail looking girl. She looked surreal in the dark lighting, her skin cold and white, her eyes were black pitches and her mouth was only just visible when she opened it and a row of teeth flashed.

"Hi there." She had lifted her eyes from her nail filing was now looking at Cloud directly, head tilted slightly to her side. "You got a name on list or just buying ticket in?"

"Just the ticket, please." Cloud mumbled, still feeling completely out of place.

"15 and gimme your arm. You can't get out and back in if you ain't got the stamp on." She smiled sweetly, as queer as it looked for someone whose entire attire was more fitting to either circus or funeral and stamped Clouds left wrist. "Down the stairs, follow the music and you won't get lost." He only nodded and searched in the dim light those mentioned stairs. He had a nagging feeling that there would be even more surprises ahead as it was already quite a lot more different than anything he had set his eyes on.

He descended the steps carefully, making his way towards the slowly increasing volume of music. Finally he reached a pair of dark wooden doors and pushed them open. He wasn't really ready for the impact of the music and the heavy air clinging to the place. It all felt like someone had smacked him in the face.

/You sick fuck! You sick fuck! You sick fuck!/

Cloud bit his lip and looked confused. The music was so loud and raw, the bass ripping the amplifiers nearly in pieces, the thudding of it pressing on him from all around him so hard it was nearly difficult to breath. Cloud wasn't really able to tell much about the lyrics since the vocals were torn, loud yelling mostly, but the few words he caught were quite far from being about sunshine and rainbows. So this was the place where Squall spent his time. Cloud could feel his interest in the man fade a little as he scanned the place.

The club itself was rather big, simple design and left little to explore. There was a huge open space that took out most of the space, on the edge of it stood a stage where there seemed to be all the DJ's equipment spread around along with interesting decorations that consisted army styled webs and sculls, and were those bones? Cloud was only able to blink his eyes at this sight, then turning his stare to the rest of the area. Dark corners, like any other club, were spread to the walls, with tables and couches, stools and higher tables to just lean onto or place your drinks on.

The bar was on the other side of the room, opposite the stage. It seemed to radiate some red and purple light and as Cloud stepped closer he noticed it to be completely made out of smoked glass, different lamps coloring it from the inside. He was able to see the outlines of various bottles of alcohol stored behind the glass. Cloud searched the back of the bar area and noticed that it did consist the bottles and machines, probably easier for the bartenders to flip the needed liquids in their hands, rather than just having to jump up and down all the time.

The biggest thing that made Cloud confused –and to doubt whether Squall was good company at all- were the people that had gathered in there. The ruling color was indeed black, but.. Various people had dressed themselves in shiny black -or red, white, green..- fabrics that hugged their bodies so tightly it left absolutely nothing hidden. Cloud had to shake his head few times when he realized that if the people around weren't wearing plastic, their clothes were most likely ripped so badly they were walking half naked.

And this was the place Squall thought he would feel like to be at..? Like hell not. Though the music wasn't half bad, now that he got used to the raping of the vocal cords and the bass so fast it made him think he was about to have a cardiac arrest. The place was rather full, but the dance floor was nearly empty, all the people inside had packed themselves to the tables and were chatting in small groups, drinking.

Cloud felt like he was standing out a little too much by standing there doing basically nothing but ogling around alone, so he ventured to the bar and asked for a glass of water from the heavily pierced bartender. Cloud noted that most people around him were pierced or tattooed, some so heavily you weren't sure where the person began and piercings ended. He had had no idea there even was such people existing!

As Cloud kept observing the crowds there seemed to be no sign of Squall. He sighed and chewed on his lower lip, trying to figure what to do to find the man he had wanted to see. Then it hit him. Oh crap.. He had not even replied to Squall would he be here tonight. Reaching to his pocket and fetching his phone Cloud was trying to write a message but he was interrupted.

"Hi there gorgeous, you alone?" A soft question voiced next to his ear and he raised his eyes to see the person behind the words. A lone woman, probably twice Cloud's age, dressed in very fitting red latex dress, high-heels and weird shade of pink hair that didn't really look real. What Cloud could make of the woman's face, under those thick layers of make-up, it was a little too eager looking and basically frightened him.

"No." He tried to escape back to his phone. Writing his message and sending it quickly only made his misery worse, since now he had nothing to concentrate on, except his water.

"Oh really. You know what sweetheart.." The woman leaned towards the blond who could smell the alcohol in the her breath. "If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I closer together.." Cloud tried not to choke on his water and stared at the woman not really believing his ears. He remained silent; there really was nothing he could say. This never the less did not lessen the interest of the other on him. Cloud tried to move away slowly but noticed it to be futile since he only would end up against someone else who was waiting at the bar.

"Really, I have company already." At least he wished so! Now more than ever. The drunken state of the woman was now more visible as she took one unsteady step closer to him, perhaps in hopes of getting all intimate already.

"If I told you had an incredible body, would you hold it against me?" She managed to slur thru her thickly painted lips, which she now pursed at him, making Cloud jump out of the way with an audible yelp his eyes wide. Too bad he ended up jumping against someone which made him let out another sound of surprise out of his mouth. He turned his blond head to see who he had managed to nearly knock down.

"I believe he said he had company already." A low voice filled Cloud's ears when registering the voice belonging to none other than Squall. Cloud felt his rapidly pumping heart steadying slowly. Strong arm was wrapping itself around his waist and he was being tugged into a tight half-hug. "So, piss off." The woman looked rather baffled for a moment. Squall was holding Cloud in a tad more intimate way than guys usually did hold each other. Cloud had the sense to wrap his own arm around Squall's waist too and trying his best to look comfortable. The woman shrugged her shoulders and took off, mumbling something about queers being the pain in the ass.

"Thank you.." Cloud felt his heart start to race, feeling the calm beat of Squall's heart against his chest. It was such an intoxicating feeling, warm and safe. It had been quite a long time since he had been held like this, close to someone.

"No, it's ok. But you seem to have the ability to attract troublemakers." Squall cocked his eyebrow at the blond and tightened his hold of him. "Shouldn't leave you alone at all. Though, you could have had messaged me earlier. Not that I didn't enjoy that 'I'm at the bar. Help.' message quite much." Squall grinned widely as Cloud's cheeks tried to set themselves on fire. "Not that I mind getting that sort of messages from pretty boys." Cloud stared stubbornly at Squall's shoulder, refusing to recognize Squall's obvious teasing. The closeness of the other had awoken that strange feeling in him and Cloud was starting to panic because of it. It didn't make things any easier for Squall to be so fucking perfect looking and smelling nice.

"Keep talking shit like that and I'll kick your ass so bad your own mother won't recognize you." Cloud was in a rather confused situation where he felt extremely awkward and jumpy and yet.. He wanted to lean into the touch more and lay his head on Squall's shoulder to breathe slowly the faint fragrance in. The body he was pressed against was warm and safe and Cloud was able to forget there even was a huge room packed with people around them. Small miracle since he was the type to avoid this sort of places like the plague.

Cloud sighed. He was so damn busted for starting to feel something he didn't know how to put in words and it was all because of Squall.

Squall

"I accept the challenge." He smirked at the blond who now snapped his floor staring eyes up finally to meet Squall's. "You can try to kick my ass." He was having hard time not to smile like an idiot when Cloud was looking straight at him with those amazing blue eyes of his. "Come, let's get somewhere little less packed." He regretted letting go of that warmth he was feeling radiating from the body he held, but Cloud seemed to be uncomfortable there -though Cloud's arm was still around Squalls waist. Squall stepped a little further from Cloud and motioned him to follow deeper into the club.

He had taken only few steps before he felt a hand taking his own into a tight grip. Squall turned his head to follow the pale arm to its owner and stared at Cloud's eyes, stunned. The blond held on his cheeks the most reddish color he had ever seen on anyone's face.

"I'll get in trouble if you turn your back." Without the color on his face Squall could've sworn it was a gesture to mock his words earlier, but that blush held a different kind of possibility. Smiling a little he took a firm hold of Cloud's hand and pulled him in the middle of the people, heading towards the stage.

Cloud's hand was warm in his, the skin felt soft but it had the kind of harshness that spoke of endless hours of hard work. Just like his hands were, because he had never said no to work. Squall admired a man who could take care of himself; there was nothing more unattractive than a big boy playing girly games. Cloud looked nothing like a girl nor the kind that would take shit from anyone. Quite the opposite. These two times they had seen, Squalls hunch about Cloud being more or less just like he himself, only had increased. At least that was what Squall thought. He had no idea what went on in Clouds pretty blond head, but he hoped it wasn't anything too bad. Even though he had been teasing Cloud about something the blond seemed to be a bit touchy.

The slender fingers gripped Squalls hand tightly as Cloud tried to keep up with his speed and dodging the people getting their way. Squall wondered how odd it might look for him to waltz across the room with a man in his tail. All the regularly attending people along with the staff knew him to be the pickiest and secluded personality in the building. The hell with it, it felt nice to hold Clouds hand like this, even though it was just for the convenience of the situation and nothing more.

They reached the right side of the stage, Squall opening a door hidden behind the huge amplifiers and pulled Cloud into a small corridor leading even further in. All the sound from seemed to went out as the door slammed shut behind them and became an eerie, silent thudding. The corridor was brightly lit and shirt. They reached a room with a variety of different machines and wires, so many of them it looked like there was a mat of snakes on the floor, mirrors covering the walls and a pair of couches that had seen their better days in the 80's sitting in the corner. One of couches was occupied.

"Hey, Squall.. Oh, a new playmate?" There was a huge grin flashed from the couch towards Squall and Cloud who entered the room. Squall felt the blond jerking his hand free and stopping behind him. Squall guessed Cloud was looking suspicious as hell. He ran his tingling fingers thru his messy hair and pointed at the two on the couch.

"No. Cloud, the idiot grinning there is Sora and the blond trying to smash Sora's head with that bottle is his twin, Roxas. Guys, this is Cloud." Two pairs of blue eyes set on the blond behind Squall and he more felt than saw Cloud shifting uncomfortable on his feet. Two very similar grins were shot from the couch. "Please, don't believe anything they say." Squall glared at the twins and turned to Cloud with a softer expression on his face. "They are more or less the slaves for people who turn up performing here."

"Yeah, we're the nutcases that continue slave our asses off until 4am when that dimwit there… Yes Squall sweetheart I am talking about you, you old fart, has already gone home to sleep. No wait. Do you even sleep? I think he just works, fights and reads. No sleep. That's why he's so grumpy always." Sora babbled on, his twin making annoyed faces next to him, Squall just grunting at them and motioned Cloud to sit on the free couch.

"Want some soda or water? Beer maybe?" Cloud hesitated a fraction of a second before moving to sit on the couch, the furthest corner from the eagerly staring twins. He glanced at Squall with nearly desperate look in his eyes. "They aren't contagious, despite how dirty they look." Two protesting noises rose from the younger boys direction but Squall just shrugged and grabbed a bottle of water for himself.

"Are you sure? They don't look too healthy.. And water please, I need to drive home." Cloud eyed the twins his eyes narrow and clearly not trusting anything Squall had said. Squall stifled a laugh behind his water, grabbing a new bottle for Cloud, handing it over as he flopped next to him on the couch. Not enough close to touch but not quite on the other end either.

"You on a car or what?" Squall ignored the twins, concentrating fully on his companion. Cloud was toying with the bottle, again refusing to look at him. Maybe he didn't even want to be here. A lump of fear settled into his chest. It made no sense for Cloud to turn up if he hated the idea of coming so much so maybe he just didn't like finding out Squall's occupation and tolerance with oddballs that came here. Logic was something that eluded his when it came to things connected with Cloud. He had tried so hard to keep his feelings down and not to get infatuated with Cloud but it seemed he was doomed. The realization made Squall feel all tingly. He wasn't the type to land with crushes like this. Had always thought himself above such mundane things. It might suit perhaps Sora but definitely not him. As the poor object of his interest was clearly not leaning towards guys anyway.

"No.. I have a bike." Cloud answered a hint of affection in his voice. Squall glanced at him, seeing a small smile playing on the corner of Clouds lips. Why was he noticing the colour of them now when he had just made the decision to keep his longing at bay? How on earth could he do that now when Cloud so innocently dropped the bomb that made Squalls veins set on fire. The image of Cloud sitting on a bike was terribly, frighteningly, absolutely hot.

"Oh." Squall just could not form any words. His mind had gone into a state where he was close at losing all his sane thinking and just leap on Cloud and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. Squall wasn't sure, but he felt like his face was burning and that was something that made him feel uncomfortable. It was like someone had turned on his deeply hidden desires and wants on all at the same time. Too bad the target was poorly chosen.

"Hey Squall. Are.. you blushing?!"

"Sora, shut the fuck up!"

"But Rox, just look at hh.. OUCH! What was that for?!"

Roxas had smacked Sora with his bottle quite hard, but it did quiet the boy down. Squall was eternally grateful for Roxas being there to keep his never-to-shut-his-mouth-brother in order. Trying to ignore the obvious glaring Cloud was doing at his and the twins' direction, Squall ran his hand thru his hair, a gesture he did usually when he was nervous about something, and cleared his throat.

"I really thought you would not be able to get here tonight. Or more likely I thought your braicells didn't function after I worked you out so hard last time. And I must admit that the bruise on your face was most appealing. The loss seems to have lessened your attractiveness." Turning eventually to face Cloud, Squall had managed to get his cool demeanor back together and hoped he was looking as normal as he could. Cloud seemed to observe his every move with his eyes, gods only knew what he was thinking of.

"I've had worse work outs, trust me. A healthy dose of coffee and magnesium does wonders to muscle aches, you know." Cloud chewed his lower lip, which Squall found incredibly tantalizing and felt his hands twitch, like he wanted to cup those cheeks and just.. Oh, stop it already! Mentally smacking himself, Squall nodded. " There's nothing wrong with my brain so stop pestering me being a blond. At least I get more fun out of life rather than blending into the crowd with plain brown hair. I got too engrossed with work and it slipped my mind." Cloud finally leaned to the back of the couch, visibly less uncomfortable now. Squall's eyes wandered over the bare arms, admiring the muscles and fair skin, eventually noticing how good a white t-shirt looked on Cloud. Nice combination, indeed.

"It's fine, I trust you will eventually come to terms with your brain missing." So he had been right, Cloud had just forgotten the whole thing. Nothing suspicious about it. "Does unhealthy amounts of coffee give your and upper arm then? You know, for kicking my ass." Cloud narrowed his eyes at this and his lips formed a devious grin after a moment of glaring.

"Hell yeah." Their eyes met and melted together, time and space blurring around them. How easy it would be to just kneel before Cloud and do everything he wanted Squall to do. Eventually Cloud blinked and the moment broke. "I assume you wield a weapon of some sort?" Cloud moved his staring to his water bottle and opened it with one slow move.

"Yes. I go for sparring with a friend usually. You should come too sometime, so you could prove yourself." The idea was absolutely thrilling. Squall took a swig from his own bottle and eyed the clock on the wall. "My turn will start in 15minutes, so I have to go now." Sighing, he got up and shot a glare at the unusually quiet twins. "If these two try anything funny, you have my full permission to kick their sorry bottoms."

"Your little playb..MMHPH!" Sora's sentence was cut by Roxas' hand pressing over that ever-talkative mouth.

"No worries, we'll keep your friend safe and sound here. Plus, you can see us from the stage if we stay over there." Roxas pointed at one of the three doors in the room. On the left of the door where Cloud and Squall had emerged was an opening looking straight to the stage where stood the DJ's booth.

Squall looked at Cloud one last time, his gaze lingering over the blonds' face, that slender neck, the white t-shirt that was so loose it made the man look very thin, which Cloud certainly was not in a bad way, and shook his head to clear it from unhealthy thoughts and walked out of the room, straight on the stage. He dimmed the lights from the controls and sneaked across the empty space and hid behind the table where his precious laptop and machines were waiting for him. A thought of Cloud under his touch made its way to his brains as he ran his fingertips over the buttons. Squall groaned frustrated. He should relief himself at some point or this horniness would cost him his dear life.

Cloud

How could he get away from this situation and smoothly just disappear into the shadows? He was sitting alone with the twin boys, both first staring at him with curiosity and then they had fallen into silence and kept staring at each other intensively. Cloud could only guess it was some kind of method of communicating between twins. For a moment he wondered what it would be like to have a walking image of you, but still not you, always by your side, but discarded the thought as being too creepy. It was enough for the world to handle one of his kind.

Trying to turn his thoughts on something else he stared at the mirrors that covered the walls. All were covered with different kind of stickers, stating funny lines and advertising bands or new albums. Cloud wondered if Squall had his own name somewhere here. Squall.. His eyes moved to the door leading to the stage and he wanted to stand up and move closer so he could see what Squall was doing. From this current sitting point he saw only a glimpse of the dance floor.

"Hey Rox, I'm gonna go and help out, so Squall can begin and get his fat ass home to do, whatever he does there, I don't really wanna know." Sora piped up suddenly and got up from the couch and Cloud realized for the first time how close the two had been sitting. Very thin boys, the clothes were too big and their hair being even spikier and messier than Cloud and Squall combined. "And blondie.." Cloud didn't realize first that Sora was talking to him, but after a moment of waiting he looked at the boy. "Just move your skinny ass over there and see the man work his magic on stage. I know you want to." That mischievous little smile, that evil grin flashing over the young face and Cloud knew that Sora knew what was going on in his mind better than Cloud knew himself.

Despite what Sora had said, Cloud stubbornly sat where he was, not intending to get up at all, not even when he saw that little part of the dancing area to go completely dark, a few cheers rising from the crowds and Sora obviously turning some spotlights on. Damn, he wanted to get up so badly but just couldn't move a muscle. Cloud was unaware of Roxas standing up until the blond had walked before him, looking at Cloud with his baby-blue eyes that seemed to know of his inner turmoil just as well as his brother had.

"It's no use fighting curiosity, really." Roxas wore nearly the same clothes as his brother did, but he had white wrist warmers. Cloud sighed, giving in and followed the shorter blond to the doorway. Roxas leaned on the door frame, pointing at Squall and Sora, who was behind the taller brunet sorting out some wires. Seeing the shorter blond boy at this range reminded Cloud so much of Squall it was amazing he hadn't noticed it before. And looking at the two on the stage.. Their facial features were quite similar. Was that just a coincidence and a trick his eyes played because of the clothes and hair color?

Squall's tall figure stood up from behind the table where his equipment was, a pair of huge earphones on his head and face lit by a source Cloud didn't see from here. Seeing the other man from a distance made him just admire those features, the whole being that Squall was. It was enough to turn his veins towards much warmer state, that black tank top hugging the Squall's torso tightly didn't make things any better that's for sure. Ok, it was normal to appreciate someone for their looks but this was turning rather weird. Cloud had never been one to notice stuff like appearances much so why was he so keen on checking out Squall? Checking out.. For crying out loud, he wasn't gay!

Suddenly the music began again. It was almost like a voice that came from screeching something with something sharp, it cut the air increasing the volume slowly to a point where finally the bass was ripping the amplifiers apart and a harsh voice started to yell the words.

/Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you? Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you?/

Cloud saw how the front area of the stage slowly was filled with even more people. Everyone rushing to move with the music. It was a sight to see, the shimmering latex caught the flashing lights, the neon-colored hair shone in the UV-lights, making people look so surreal it felt like he had actually fallen thru the rabbit hole. But the most interesting thing to watch was Squall. He had dropped his stoic demeanor and was mouthing the lyrics, moving over his equipment smoothly, his body movement going in synch with the beat. Quite the opposite he had acted before.

Roxas welcomed his brother back by pulling Sora close to his side. Were they holding hands? Seriously, how old were they anyway… 5? Sora grinned that manic grin of his eyes shining in the flashes of light.

"He sure does know how to use that body of his. Well tuned and pretty fucking hot without anything covering it. But I guess you know that already?" There was a stunned silence for a moment when Cloud turned slowly red and looked at Sora with an annoyed sort of twitch on his brow.

"I'm not that close with him." Cloud gritted his teeth and tried shoo the images of Squall without a shirt away from his mind. "We only met a week ago." Maybe the idea of getting rid of clothes was fine to some people but all in honestly, he didn't even want to see his own body naked!

The twins stared at Cloud with their pretty mouths open wide. "WHAT! Holy crap, that was SUPER fast for Squall!" Sora managed to blurt out after they both had regained some of their sanity. This made of course Cloud intrigued more than he wanted the boys to know. But as he soon found out, the twins apparently saw right thru him and there was little he could hide from them. "He never wants anyone new to know anything about his life and for what we saw before he has revealed quite a lot, for being Squall." Roxas was nodding next to his brother.

"The last time we saw him having a guy over was like a really long time ago." Roxas said. He spoke a lot less but when he did, he had more serious tune in his voice, more calculating and cold, very much the opposite of his brother. Never the less, they both shared that piercing glare that made Cloud feel like he had no skin left to protect himself.

"Really. But I'm not his boyfriend. I hardly know him." Cloud moved his eyes back to Squall. It was like Squall was a magnet he was draw to, it was so hard not to look at him. And he wasn't the only one who noticed this. There was a bunch of girls on the edge of the stage, shooting glares at the Squalls direction. Cloud missed the knowing smiles on the twins' faces as they looked at each other and formed a silent word together; Yet.

A long while they stood there, watching the crowds moving under the lights. Cloud felt a little dizzy from the flashes and thumping of music. All this was very interesting but how could anyone want to do this every weekend, or week? So noisy it made his head ache and the air had turned a bit too stuffed for his taste. Squall moved thru his songs fluently, head nodding with the beat and sometimes taking few dancing steps in the little space he occupied.

"Here, you should take this water to him." Roxas suddenly handed a pair of bottles to Cloud, ending his blank glaring at the group of girls. He stared at the blond twin, then the bottles and then Roxas again. "He forgot to take them with him." There was an innocent shrug, as if the suggested task was something that happened always, but for some reason Cloud was sure it was not purely accidental for Squall to forget something vital as water. He took the bottles eventually and then shot a hesitating stare to the stage that was completely dark. The only light was Squall and the random spotlights.

"Right.." Cloud took a deep breath and moved silently towards Squall, trying not to step under the spotlights. He saw from the corner of his eye that the people closest to the edge of the stage noticed him, also those damn giggling girls, and nearly heard them whispering together in confusion. Ok, it wasn't really hearing, since the music was so loud, but he did see those painted lips talking and the interested looks they shot at his direction. Fastening his steps he sneaked behind the table under the protection of the shadows and observed the man in the middle of his work.

Cloud had not been paying much attention earlier to what Squall was wearing, but he sure as hell saw it now. The pants were tight, so very tight. They hugged the long legs from the knees up to that nice back side. Maybe he could understand why people wore such tight pieces of clothing after all, those sure did bring out the best of Squall's well formed behind. The knee-length boots were hot as pits of damnation, and around the right thigh was wrapped three leather belts. A naughty idea of what you could do with those belts distracted Cloud for a moment. Oh gods, he had to stop thinking about things like that.

Then Squall turned, catching Cloud staring at his ass and he felt his face setting on fire. Lucky for him, Squall was too occupied and did not have many seconds to spare for ogling behind him. He motioned Cloud to step closer. Cloud obeyed and when Squall glanced at him again, Cloud had regained his normal color and lifted the bottles up. There was a grateful smile soon on Squall's lips as he pointed an empty space on the table where to put the items.

Now that he was close to the table, Cloud finally saw what the other was working with. There were two square boxes that had CD's on them, a smaller black square in the middle with lots of buttons. Also Squall's laptop was on the right side and lighted his when he leaned closer every once in a while.

Squall must have caught the Cloud looking curious as he suddenly pulled the blond before him. Cloud found himself placed his back against Squall's warm chest, those slightly tanned arms reaching from either side of him to continue their work on the machines. He felt the Squalls hot breath on his neck and felt the shivers running down his spine so suddenly he wanted to jump in the air.

"Like this.." He heard Squall's voice very close to his ear and it wasn't far for him to squirm out of the half embrace he was held in. Squall took Cloud's hands and guided them over the turntables and the mixer, making it possible for them to make a smooth transition between the current song and the next. Cloud was so intrigued by the act and forgot the fact that Squall's body was pressing against him. After some curious moments Cloud remembered where he was and like a jolt thru his clothes he could feel Squalls heartbeats, feel the steady breathing on his neck and the feeling of something happening to him returning. Cloud found himself biting his lower lip as Squall's left hand fingers intertwined with his and the right arm wrapped around his waist, preventing Cloud from escaping. At the same time he hated this and on the other hand… It was the most intimate situation he had ever been in.

Cloud could feel his body go rigid, the hug made him feel so hot. It was hard to keep his breathing even. His heartbeat was racing and all the air seemed to leave his lungs. He wanted to move away from the warmth that made him dizzy, the sudden happiness making him smile like an idiot. Despite his mind trying to scream at him that this was not ok, he was not supposed to feel cozy and comfortable in a man's embrace, Cloud finally relaxed into the touch.

It wouldn't hurt him for trying to enjoy someone holding him for once, would it?

He really should wake up and fast, because the further he let himself be held like this, the harder it would be to admit that he was not thinking Squall in a romantic way. The last logical thought disappeared when Cloud felt a pair of dry, warm lips touching ever so lightly his neck. He leaned his head back to Squalls shoulder with a delirious sigh, closing his eyes and marveling the jolt of electricity running thru his entire body.

He was so very, very doomed.