Anti-Heroes Need To Stick Together

He crosses through the cobblestone streets of Hollow Bastion, passing by the many shops and taverns the town has to offer. The somber sky hangs above him, dimming as dusk takes over.

He's walking aimlessly, without any purpose; stopping his stroll near the wondrous fountain, he watches the sun set behind the scraggy mountains in the distance. Sighing quietly to himself, he decides to take a rest and plops down on the fountain's orifice. Listlessly, he scans past the dwindling horde of pedestrians.

He sits there, as if waiting for someone. But who might that someone be? Its not like he was expecting anyone to join him, although a few girls in his peripheral vision would love to. He hardly gives them any notice, not even a sideways glance. Call it intentional obliviousness, but at the moment, he'd rather be with his thoughts.

However, even his mind was as clear as water. Suddenly, everything has become so mundane and monotonous after a lifetime of turmoil and tragedy. You'd think one would be relieved to have some normalcy; a break from calamity. Wasn't he fighting for peace?

To put it bluntly, he was now bored. There was absolutely no work to be done, no battles to win, and nothing to protect. The Heartless weren't tortuously teeming like before.

...So, now what am I supposed to do?
He's dead, finally. I'm grateful he's gone, but...
Maybe I'm just not used to this yet. I feel unsettled when everything is settled, but calm as can be when I'm about to be killed.

Pffft, how ironic.

Out of the corner of his eye, he recognizes a familiar face; a young man with dark brown hair, silver around his neck, dressed in leather. Inadvertently, a small smirk curls upon his lip. He wonders vaguely if he'll be seen by the other man, be acknowledged by him. Neither of them were exactly socialites, but they did fight alongside each other.

I wonder how Leon's taking this...Knowing him, he's probably even more antsy than I am. He chuckles at the thought, remembering how skilled and agile Squall was, how he superbly brandished that gunblade. He'd like to fire that baby someday, just for kicks.

The Bastion seemed to be his default place to go if he wanted to think. By now, it was almost entirely restored and there wasn't much else to do but wait around and see if the heartless would destroy it again.

He would never admit that now that the fighting was over he wasn't really sure what to do with himself. Outwardly, he was happy his town was finally safe. He'd been given a new beginning, a new name and a new start.
Inwardly, he was frustrated.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

He stared into the sunset before feeling a familiar pair of eyes on him. He didn't even have to turn around to know who was looking at him. It was just a feeling that he got. The same feeling of restlessness and excitement that twinged in his gut when he went to battle with...

Cloud is here, huh?

He didn't look up at him but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Something about the idea of Cloud being here made the day a lot less boring than it would have been.
Where he would have ignored anyone else, there was something about Cloud he couldn't pinpoint.

"Yeah, don't even think you're going to get to shoot it. I'd make you go through all the SeeD training myself before you laid a finger on this baby."

His smirk grew and he leaned against the statue, still not looking at the blond. Primarily just to incite a reaction out of him as he put his hands behind his head stretching out. He nodded to the girls who suddenly realized they'd been found out and shrilled in giggly embarrassment running off into the shop.

"Looks like you've got yourself a fan club there...true what they say, girls have a thing for the pretty ones. Bishounen, right? That's Japanese for girly?"

He seemed to think about it for a while his eyes lighting with a fire they didn't usually have.

"I might let you shoot it. Make me an offer."

He was well aware that Squall's quip was directed at him, but he didn't even bat an eye, keeping his expression aloof and disinterested. He snorted in amusement, holding back a bit laughter. Although he was masking his smirk, his eyes glowed with mirth and provocation.

"Heh, is it really that impressive?" he mumbled under his breath, trying not to chortle as his mind flew in the gutter.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he unsheathed his pride in one fell swoop. The gigantic sword gleamed eminently in the fading sunlight, as he leaned against it with a straight face. His hand was grazing up and down the prized blade, his fingertips stroking the weapon lightly.

"I don't know if I'd trust you with this either," he stated, his gaze drifting from the sword to look at the brazen youth. "But you've shown me potential."

Even while Squall was stubbornly avoiding eye contact, he didn't waver or stray away. However, there was a slight dent in his composure after Squall took a jab at his masculinity. He gripped the handle tighter, his scowl became sharper, and a soft blush dusted his cheeks. Clearing his throat and rolling his eyes, he glanced off to the side and grinned sardonically.

"Hmph. You jealous, Lion Heart?"

He quirked a brow at Squall's abrupt proposition, regarding the other male with curiosity and puzzlement. "What kind of offer?"

He snuck a sideways glance knowing exactly what the other boy was doing with his sword and something twisted pleasantly in his gut as he fought a smile. He heard the girls who had seemingly come out of their shadowed corners swooning at the innuendo and he gave a slight smirk standing up and turning to face the other, staring directly into his abnormally bright blue eyes.

"Jealous...?"

He spoke the word as if he had never really considered it before. It was raw and foreign on his tongue and for a moment he pondered it in silence.

Am I...?

Tch...It's definitely not those giggly idiots I'm interested in, that's for sure...

But...

No...Cloud?

I can't be seriously considering this.

He smirked folding his arms stubbornly and raising his eyebrows as if to challenge him.

"You find something I want, I'll owe you one favor."

His look became slightly amused and he tilted his head looking over the blond quietly surveying the other as he chose to pick his next words.

"You'd have to find something pretty damn good though."

Like you.

Huh... What am I thinking?

He took off his jacket and looked over the other taking in his appearance.

He does look like a girl...

It's not a bad thing though...

...it's cute...

No...more than that...

...its...

He covered his head rubbing his forehead to get rid of the thoughts before they betrayed him and looked up staring at the sky.

"So what's it going to be? Make me an offer."

Staring at his fellow mercenary contemplatively, he observed how incredulous Squall's reaction was to the idea of jealousy. For some reason, he felt a pang of insecurity and disappointment. It wasn't apparent on his countenance, but his eyes narrowed forlornly, as he felt he had made a fool of himself with the suggestion.

He took Squall's silence as a cue for him to leave. Standing up to his full height, he slid the sword back in its sheath and prepared to head for home. The nervous stirring in his stomach was not the thrilling anxiety he felt in the heat of a fight-or-flight situation. It was a sensation he never knew before, at least not with Squall Leonhart. Why did he care?

Was I trying to see if he was interested in me, or somethin'?
I don't get it.
Dunno what he would see in me anyway.

"Mm, see you around..." he muttered, his voice dilute of much emotion.

Before he was about to turn on his heel, Squall's confident voice piped in, halting his trek. He calmly peered into Squall's light blue eyes, searching attentively. Taking a breath, he studied Squall's distinct features, lingering over the scar on his temple. In his imagination, he threaded his fingers through the mess of copper brown hair, caressing his cheek tenderly.

Unwittingly, he was actually swiping the fringe out of Squall's icy eyes. He hastily withdrew his hand when he realized, grunting an apology. He coughed, keeping his fluttery feeling of embarrassment constrained. He definitely meant to do that. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, giving a curt nod.

"Nn? Aren't we getting a bit too old for scavenger hunts?" he teased coolly. Truth be told, he wasn't. "And what kind of favor are we talkin' here? Details."

They were huddled close at this point, so close that he was practically whispering into Squall's pierced ear. "Whatdya want from me, Leonhart? I won't say no."

He watched him turning to leave no emotion showing on his face but the prospect of Cloud leaving made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach for reasons he couldn't really understand.
When he turned back around and responded to his proposal he drew in a breath of air as if in relief that he'd at least gotten the others attention.

It was when he caught a glint in those abnormally bright blue eyes that his heart raced just a bit faster and he drew a breath in. He felt the hand sweep away his hair and he caught his wrist before the other could fully pull it away.

He slid his own hand down the other's wrist and pressed his thumb into the palm of his hand pulling him closer and searching his eyes for understanding. Shrill fangirl screams across the way made him let the hand go reluctantly but didn't lose his distance from the other as he took a deep breath trying to control his thoughts.

What was that just now?

Why did I pull him closer?

There was...

Did I imagine him looking upset when I said I wasn't jealous?

Why do I want to kiss him...?


His voice lowered so only he could hear and he leaned in never losing eye contact with the blond.

"One favor. I didn't specify for a reason. You can have anything you want."

He threw the jacket over his shoulder and smirked slightly raising a brow as he walked past the other. There was a hint of suggestion in the word 'anything' that any other person may not have picked up on.

"I get to crash at your house tonight and you have to treat me like a damned honored guest. No half-assing it."

He knew very well that Cloud only had one bed and cramped living quarters. It was part of the reason he'd chosen the blond's house over his own. He smiled to himself when he was sure the other couldn't see and started heading in the direction of his place.

"Well...? Are you coming?"

"Anything, huh?" he mused, his heart hammering in his chest.

That electrifying grasp around his wrist sent tingly spasms throughout his entire body. The intense look in Squall's eyes could have rendered him to cinder. Without a doubt, if he didn't harbor as much pride as the other, he would have melted on the spot. He also had to consider the flock of gawking, giggling girls nearby. No, they weren't really causing any trouble, but damn were they annoying. He wished they would just cease their meddling and let them be.

Squall's demand perplexed him greatly. Stay at his place? Squall wanted to spend the night with him...in his tiny, dirty apartment? The prospect was both puzzling and pleasing. He shook his head and scoffed in mock exasperation, following after Squall.

Who does this guy think he is? he pondered, though without any contempt.

He strode beside his ally, climbing the stairway that led into his flat. Although he was looking forward to having some alone time with the soldier, he worried about the state of his quarters. Millions of thoughts were racing through his head, all encompassing Squall. His anticipation could not be quelled, but at least he was good at pretending to be indifferent.

"Um...You do realize that we'd have to share a bed, right?" he passively reminded the other man, looking over his shoulder. He knew that Squall was already aware. That alone made him grin, but he turned around before Squall could see it.

Turning the knob and kicking the door, it swung open to reveal the habitat of a bachelor. He tossed his sword to the floor and stretched, heading for the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home...My Prince." he said dryly, glancing at Squall to see if he elicited a reaction.

He didn't miss a beat barging right into Cloud's house and grabbing a soda out of the fridge before making himself at home and heading into his room. He smirked slightly at the ex-SOLDIER's words and threw his jacket on a nearby chair kicking off his boots and laying his gunblade against the wall.

He flopped down on the bed and took a drink of the soda before setting it on the night stand both eyebrows raising in amusement at his comment, his eyes lighting with mischief.

"Your prince huh?"

For some reason that made a smile dance over his lips for a half second before he hid it and ran a hand through his hair pushing himself up to the backboard and looking over the blond, taking the drink from the night stand and having a long swig of it as he thought to himself.

"Hmm..."

He quirked a brow at Cloud watching his every move from his spot on the bed before leaning up a little bit and taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor.

"One bed, huh? Too bad for you, I sleep naked."

He stretched out on the mattress keeping his pants on for the time being but eyed the other with interest seeing how he'd react.

"So I hear a good host...you know, entertains."

He fought to keep the smile from creeping across his features and took a long sip of the cola trying to control it.

"It's a damned shame we're out of dresses to put you in. Any other ideas?"

Well, he certainly isn't a meek house guest. Didn't waste any time... he noted with droll fascination, relishing in the sight of a shirtless Squall.

At least he doesn't seem to mind, he thought, as he was tidying up the room. After disposing a few trash bags, he pried the window open to allow some fresh to flow in. He sighed contently as he stared out into the night, catching a glimpse of homeless cat scampering down an alleyway. A group of tipsy teenagers are roughly escorted out of a bar. Shopkeepers lock up for the evening. Weary travelers retire at the cozy inn down the street.

It's these little details that assure him that everyone is safe. The fact that people can just walk around without fearing the darkness solidifies it. Despite the spell of melancholy he felt earlier, he was thankful for this serene moment.

He stopped his daydreaming and appreciated the present, giving Squall a meaningful glance. Leaning against the wall, he chuckled, stealing a sip of Squall's drink. Technically speaking, it was his soda, from his refrigerator.

His longing gaze was transfixed with Squall, scrutinizing every muscle and curve. He had to get a hold of himself, as he was staring with his mouth open. He pressed his forehead to the wall, blushing slightly.

"Ah, me too," he admitted placidly, licking his lips as he handed the can back to Squall. "Good. I won't freeze my ass off tonight. You'll keep me warm. All I've got is that sheet you're sitting on."

He raked his fingers through his shockingly spiky blond hair, gaping at a spot up on the ceiling, before glancing back at Squall.

"Oh, really? Funny. The only one who's entertained is me. You've already stripped your shirt off for me." he smirked, falling into the bed with Squall, burying his head within a pillow. He groaned and grumbled something unintelligible to Squall's ears.

No one's ever gonna let that down, will they?

He peeked just long enough to say, "I'll do whatever but that. Not really in the mood to dress in drag...Next time, I'll let Yuffie know you're interested in cross-dressing, though. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to help you with your feminine side."

Admittedly, when he caught the other staring his heart picked up pace and raced under his rib cage. He smirked a bit raising a brow at the other as he fell into bed next to him and tilted his head to the side surveying him a smile playing in his tone and threatening to pull at his lips.

"So you think I'm entertaining?"

He shrugged and finished off the soda, leaning over Cloud to put it on the night stand, before snaking a hand under the other and grabbing his hand pulling him once to make him flip over and look at him.

"I'm all for letting you use your one favor now."

A smirk toyed at his lips and he let him go moving to lie on his back again and staring up at the ceiling.

"Only get one though. If you're going to use it, make it good."

He gave a breath out, obviously amused and raised his eyebrows glancing over at the other.

"Okay, fine...no dress."

His smirk grew just a bit in the encroaching darkness.
The word fell simply and naturally from his lips.

"Strip."

When was the last time I was this close to somehow else?

That lone thought was akin to a very gentle kiss; fleeting, yet powerful in its own right. It inspired more risque inklings to swarm. On that small futon, they were practically touching. His gaze burned into Squall, along with his desires.

He's right here.
It doesn't seem logical,
but I want to hold him in my arms.
I want to feel his skin against mine. I want him. He's...

"You...You want me to strip?" he inquired dubiously, color flushing his pale face. His aquamarine eyes were wide and full with titillation, but he remained composed.

"Well, since you are my honored guest..." he murmured, a flirtatious smile coating his voice. "How can I refuse?"

He began by sitting up and straddling Squall's hips, pressing him down onto the bed. He wanted to make sure Squall had the best, full frontal view, after all. A smirk forms on his lips as he focuses on Squall, slowly pulling down the zipper on his shirt, exposing his chest before the other man. He discards it to the side and unbuckles his pants, wriggling out of them until he's free.

Now he's almost completely stark naked, save for the boxers that hug around his waist, concealing his arousal. He groans lustfully as he nudges his bulge against Squall's naval, grinding just for an instant to gain some much needed friction. Leaning into Squall, he glances down at his erection.

"...Seems my cock's entertained, too," he cracks a smirk, drifting a hand up Squall's thigh and over his crotch. "How 'bout yours?"

His eyes widened as the blond straddled him. He didn't actually think the other would so easily agree and part of that excited him more than anything. His heart beat erratically and his breathing became shallow as he watched the other remove each article of clothing.
His eyes trailed over the lean muscle and porcelain skin and unable to stop himself his hands reached out, fingertips trailing down his sides until they landed on his hips, roughly pulling him closer and biting back a moan as the other nudged against his already hardened arousal.

Pulling himself up by wrapping his arms around the others waist he leaned in grazing his teeth over the freshly exposed nipple, swirling his tongue over the bite before placing sensuous soft kisses down to his navel.

"You missed a piece."

He eyed him looking up lustfully as his lips pressed against the heated member under the fabric. He grazed his teeth just at the waist band of his boxers before letting them go and giving him a smirk.

"I think you already know the answer."

He flipped them so he was on top and pinned the other to the bed letting his hands smooth over the porcelain skin before stroking him through the fabric. He nipped his collarbone and sucked on the vein in his neck smirking just slightly at the sounds he was making before removing the boxers completely and just tauntingly grazing his fingertips along the blonde's inner thighs admiring the lustrous sight in his view.

"This definitely makes up for the dress..."

When Squall yanked him forward and tugged him closer, a strident gasp escaped his parted lips. It struck him how swiftly the situation turned on the licentious side. Not that he had any objections to what was currently transpiring. He winced and groaned roughly as Squall abraded his nipple until it was peaked.

"Ah-Ahn...Y-You think?" he mumbled gruffly, arching his back to Squall's taunting touch.

He didn't protest when he was grabbed and thrown onto the bed, reaching out to envelop his arms around Squall's neck. He threaded through a fistful of hair, whimpering and mewling softly, sultrily. He nuzzled against Squall, breathing in his scent and watching him with desirous eyes. He just wanted to kiss Squall like mad.

He tried to bite back a moan, gritting his teeth as Squall did the honors of removing his underwear. He sprawled out on the mattress, spreading his legs invitingly and wrapping them around Squall's waist, drawing him in. he shuddered softly and blushed deeply, feeling the enticing touch of Squall's fingertips dancing over his heated flesh.

Caressing Squall's jawline, he cupped the outline of the brunette's handsome face, becoming lost in those pale blue eyes. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, blood circulating to his groin. He looked like he was in awe of Squall hovering above him, tilting his head to the side in thought. He squirmed around, being tickled with a flustered feeling, a wanton feeling.

He gulped, bringing a foot up to rub across the sides of Squall's legs. His hands swiveled down Squall's chest, gliding over his rib cage and along his hipbones.

"I'm glad you think so." he breathed, before leaning up to crush his lips against Squall's, groaning with need. His hands traveled up Squall's spine.

He crushed his lips to the others with a hunger he could not control. The wanton groan of the other made pleasant chills run down his spine and he teasingly ran a finger over his entrance looking into the glowing blue Mako eyes as he took his hand kissing the fingertips.

"I have a mission I want you to help me with. Say yes and I'll take care of that for you."

He smirked slightly rubbing his thumb just over the slit of his arousal coaxing a bit of salty fluid out at the word 'that'.
He grazed his teeth along his neck and kissed his shoulder blade.

"If you say yes, we'll probably be seeing a lot of each other."

His lips found their way down his rib cage, nipping at it and then licking it with slow deliberate strokes as he made his way to his inner thighs.
He ran his lips softly over the massive length in front of him.

Wow...he wasn't kidding...

He darted out his tongue to lick off the bit of salt that had been worked from the tip never giving his member quite enough attention to have the friction he would need to gain release.

"You don't have any objections, right?"

He teasingly ran his finger over his entrance again looking into the glowing blue eyes with a joking smile that he didn't show very often.

"Don't worry Princess, I'll keep you out of danger on the mission."

"A mission?" he questioned in disbelief, a gleam of excitement twinkling in his luminous oculars.

Not only was he was taken aback by Squall's words, but also very distracted and inveigled by his voluptuous ministrations. He flinched and grunted an audible curse when Squall rimmed his rear-end with a single finger. Anticipation and arousal left him in a frenzied daze. He hissed in pleasure as Squall wielded his erected cock, thumbing over the tip until a shaky moan was elicited, and bead of pre-cum resulted at the end.

The way Squall was kissing and nipping along his neckline, his shoulders -- it was wonderful, yet far too gentle. It was more than he deserved, yet he selfishly yearned for more.

A dawning glow of passion lit up his eyes as Squall continued to convince him. The mercenary's persuasion skills were surprisingly paramount. His affirmative response could only be expressed through a throaty growl that was effusing zest.

"O-Oh...Hnn, I-I..." he stammered, unable to create coherent sentences.

He locked gazes with Squall; his expression was comically serious, as he was trying his best not to resort to begging. He absolutely could not allow himself to do that. Even so, wordlessly he pleaded with the snark knight. His cock twitched and ached, the hot caress of Squall's tongue not enough to satisfy the lust that was driving him crazy.

Tangling his fingers through the soft brown hair, he huffed moodily in reply, blushing as Squall smiled and called him Princess. He didn't decline, answering with a whispered, "Yeah...I'll go with you." He granted Squall a halfway smirk. "Someone's gotta keep ya in line." As he said this, he ghosted his thumb underneath Squall's lower lip.

He grazed his teeth over the thumb that caressed his lip before chuckling a bit to himself and taking the massive member into his mouth. He stroked it roughly swirling his tongue up and down the shaft as he sucked as the massive member, his tongue attacking the slit mercilessly.
His hands that were holding Cloud's hips in place slid up the blonde's sides and caressed his nipples before three fingers made their way to his lips.

He pressed his fingers into the hot cavern of heat shuddering at the way his mouth felt and angling to take his pride deeper into his own mouth until he knew the other was close to cumming.

Pulling away he moved to meet the others lips attacking them with his own and sighed contentedly slipping one of his saliva coated fingers into his entrance and working it around so he could fit a second in.

He buried his head in the crook of the others shoulder catching his breath and working the fingers to stretch him as he nipped his collarbone, kissing it.
Suddenly he laughed hearing the words, a euphoric laugh that he hadn't even heard himself make since their home had been destroyed.
He smirked and added a third finger just for good measure working it in until he found the sweet spot he was looking for and caressing it mercilessly.

"Who's keeping who in line, here?"

The flippant little chuckle that fell from Squall's smirk made his insides twist and turn pleasantly, before his engorged and stalwart cock was immersed in sensational heat. He writhed uncontrollably, his clouded eyes glimmering with mist. As Squall devoured his pride with no remorse, he gasped and moaned shamelessly, murmuring sultry grievances. Warmer than he's ever felt before, he was feverish with amour. A brilliantly rosy blush painted over his face, which was contorted with pent up lust and delight.

"H-Haaa--fuck--ahhn. Nnn, m-me..."

Attempting to stifle his brusque sounds was no easier feat to achieve, as he bit his lower lip so hard that he drew blood. His breaths became shallow and husky. Wanting to busy his own mouth in some way, he willingly took Squall's fingers inside, subsequently muffling his mewls as he suckled seductively. Moaning lewdly, he kissed and slicked his tongue along Squall's slender appendages, nipping them every so often.

It was all too much to bear. Any second now, he could explode with ecstasy. He had the fierce urge to grip onto something. His toes were curling and his inhibitions were weakening. No matter how difficult it would be, he knew he had to speak up, before it was too late.

"S-Squall...It feels so good, Squall, but...I-I dunno...I'm--I'm about ta--mmpff?!"

At that moment, he could taste Squall's savory lips, as they were meshed with his own. They were so luscious and delicious; he kissed Squall arduously, almost like it was imperative for his survival. He gasped and swore silently when Squall eased those wet, skilled fingers inside his puckered entrance. Those feather light kisses that sprinkled over his collarbone made his heart flutter, until he heard Squall laugh.

He couldn't help but quirk a small grin, raising an eyebrow and wondering if his ally was right in the head. He pecked a sweet kiss to Squall's forehead, before dragging his lips to graze teeth along his earlobe. He groaned with hearty approval when Squall found his prostate, backing into the rough and carnal touch. He nuzzled Squall's neck, hiding his sheepish blush. You could hear the shy smile in his voice.

"Shuddup and take me, then."

He didn't have to be told twice he was already painfully aroused by the display before him. Withdrawing his fingers he reached for the belts around his waist tearing them off one by one, the first time in his life frustrated that he wore three in the first place.
Though the whole ordeal only took a few seconds he felt as if it had taken a lifetime and made a huffing sound of relief when he was finally free kicking the jeans to the side and ghosting a finger over the blonde's entrance before kissing is lips again hungrily and smirking with a playful look in his eyes laughter coating his words along with lust.

"Oh shaddap, I'm getting there."

He positioned himself and thrust into him in one quick movement nipping his shoulder blade as he buried himself to the hilt in the tight wet heat. He couldn't help but bite back a deep groan of pleasure as he allowed the other to adjust. His lips feathered over his collarbone approvingly as he pulled himself all the way out before thrusting in again, pulling him up and angling his hips so he would hit his prostate relentlessly without fail. He began to work a steady rhythm picking up pace as he leaned down to ghost kisses over his stomach finally meeting his lips and sucking on the lower where the other boy had drawn blood. Wrapping his arm around the other he moaned into the kiss and reached between them stroking him to match his pace rubbing the tip relentlessly every time he slammed into his prostate.
He grazed his teeth over the other's ear and drew in a shaky breath knowing he was reaching his limit.

"Together..."

He gasped looking into the other's glowing blue eyes wanting him to feel the same ecstasy he was feeling and he quickened the pace stroking his member to give him release as he kissed his lips deeply and passionately.

He felt his legs give out as the passion overtook him and he moaned releasing deep inside of the blond holding him close shakily as his breaths caught up with his rapidly beating heart. He rolled over wrapping his arms around the other and let him lie on top, sighing contentedly into his shoulder blade as he closed his eyes in euphoria.

As he was sprawled out in a compromising position, he patiently waited for Squall, eyeing him with amusement and zeal. The other man probably didn't know this, but Squall truly had him wrapped around his finger. Despite that, he still had the nerve to exchange some snarky banter.

"Got enough belts, Leonhart?" he teased, letting a complacent smile sweep across his lips. "We wouldn't want those pants fallin' to your ankles..."

I wouldn't mind, though...

When Squall had finally freed himself of the troublesome buckles and the tight jeans, he couldn't be any happier to have his arms snake around his lover's naked torso. He grinned into the sensuous kiss, his hands scoping out for Squall's buttocks and giving the cheeks a squeeze once he claimed them.

He winced and grunted roguishly as he felt a pleasurably painful twinge penetrate within, swerving his hips upward so that Squall's cock could slide in deeper. The tips of his fingers glazed along Squall's spine, softly caressing the smooth skin.

The sight of Squall draped around him, ramming vigorously into his core; there no distance was left behind them. They were so near, he could bask in the scent of Squall's cologne and his sweat. He bucked recklessly against Squall's pulsating manhood, holding him securely in his arms as he did so.

He rode Squall without hindering any of the vulgar noise that naturally wanted to leave his lips, gasping and panting and rasping until his voice grew hoarse. When Squall's thrusts were beating into his prostate and his member was given some attention, he just lost it completely. He arched his body and clung onto Squall, gritting his teeth to hide a concupiscent drawl.

All he could do was nod and gaze earnestly into Squall's eyes when that one word was whispered into his ear. Attacking Squall with a messy kiss full of fervor and love, he rocked his hips between their intertwined anatomies.

He wasn't a second off when Squall filled him to the brim with his seed, being lifted with an orgasm at the same exact time. He bellowed euphorically, as white danced over his vision. His entire being went rigid and warm as an overwhelming thrill buoyed him to a blinding paradise, where all he knew was the man who was wrapped around him.

Exhaling a ragged breath, he collapsed on top of Squall when they adjusted, his chest heaving and his face flushed. He pressed a kiss to Squall lips; a kiss that was so tender and enticing. He gently drew lazy, invisible patterns over Squall's chest. A digit softly caromed over a nipple, as he kissed Squall's neck. Exhausted and spent, he soon dozed off with a calm smile.