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Low	By : Katsody256 Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So...hey. First things first, this is like...straight sex. There's next to zero plot. And there's a reason for that: it's PWP. One of those flighty ideas that has absolutely no substance but provided enough fodder for a story. A sexy story. I started this years ago, when Flo Rida's “Low” was on the radio. So this is like...old. Four or five years old. And I'm only just now finishing it, and you wanna know why? Because I'm terrible at writing sexy things. But I wrote it because I need practice at writing sexy things. And also the image of Cloud, a.k.a. Shawty, in sweatpants and Reeboks, dropping it like he's getting paid, still makes me giggle.
Adventurer, beware. In these waters, thar be lemons and yaoi. Don't say I never warned ya.

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It's not like he's a regular on the nightclub's sultry scene. Then again, he isn't exactly a stranger, either. After all, being a bartender at The Bailey requires him to be present at least four nights out of the week. But it isn't a place he frequents outside of his working responsibilities. Squall “Leon” Leonhart prefers to spend his Friday nights alone.
Still, the amount of time he spends there gives Leon a pretty good idea of who the regulars are. There's Sora and his crew—a taller young man named Riku and a pink-haired girl named Kairi. A highly excitable young kid, but Leon finds Sora's company tolerable enough. Nothing like his twin brother, Roxas, and his boyfriend Axel. The shorter blond is sarcastic and moody, the flashy redhead is pithy and obnoxious, and every passing second Leon spends around them makes the consequences for first-degree murder look more and more inviting.
Then there's Cloud Strife—not exactly a regular, but quickly working his way up the ranks. Ever since the striking blond had walked through the doors about a month ago, he's been catching everybody's eye—including Leon's. From the quiet, commanding way he stalks across the room, to the sexy way he writhes on the dancefloor, Cloud Strife has a way of enrapturing masses of people without ever speaking a word.
At first, Leon noticed, he would always arrive with another man, tall with long, flowing silver hair. Cloud would lead them straight to the dancefloor, closing his eyes and swaying to the beat. A few times he would send his partner to the bar for drinks, but Leon never had the pleasure of serving the blond himself. Until a couple weeks later, when Cloud started coming to The Bailey by himself. For the first few nights, Leon watched him dance the night away, losing himself in the crowds. He didn't speak to anyone and kept to himself, coldly rejecting anyone who attempted to make any social contact with him.
It's only been a week since Cloud made his way over to the bar—over to Leon. The blond had cut quite the stunning figure, in Leon's opinion, wearing dark jeans paired with combat boots and a leather jacket without a shirt. Only muttering one thing— “Screwdriver,”—the blond had sat silently staring into his drink and sipping at it until the glass was empty. Then he had gotten up, wordlessly placing his money on the bartop, and disappeared back into the throng of gyrating people. Before long, Leon learned it was the only drink Cloud would order, and soon enough, the blond didn't have to speak a word. It's a routine he sticks to religiously, even tonight, as Leon stands watching him while he idly cleans off a glass.
Leon can see him dancing, just on the edge of all the other skanks and night owls. Baggy grey sweatpants ride dangerously low on his slim hips, his white tank top lifting up as he grinds against his anonymous dance partner. Beads of sweat dot his slightly turned face, rolling to the edge of his lip and threatening to fall past his parted lips. His Reebok-clad feet stay firmly planted on the floor as Cloud easily drops to the ground and rises slowly, twisting his hips against the man behind him. As he stands upright again, his electric blue eyes catch Leon's gunmetal grey ones, and for a moment, Leon knows nothing but those burning blue pools. His body freezes, and then Cloud breaks the spell. He pushes away from his dance partner without so much as a backwards glance, making his way towards Leon with a blank look on his face.
The glass nearly slips from Leon's fingers as Cloud comes closer. He can see that the face he thought was blank instead holds an intensely focused gaze. Cloud sits down on a barstool, and immediately Leon knows something's different. Even though they've barely spoken two words over an entire two weeks, body language between them spoke much louder than words. The way Cloud stares so intently at his face is unnerving and unfamiliar, Leon realizes. Sure, they've looked each other in the eye before, but usually the only things Leon would find were curiosity and simple boredom. This...this is different.
Leon is the first to break eye contact, turning around to prepare Cloud's drink. Beside him, his co-worker, an energetic and bubbly young girl by the name of Yuffie Kisaragi, winks at him, a wide grin on her face. Leon rolls his eyes, focusing on his task at hand. More than once, his co-workers have told him about how Cloud came to the club looking specifically for him. At first, he hadn't believed it. But when Aerith explained that the first week Cloud had started coming, he came every day, and after that, he only came on days when Leon was working, Leon thought twice. His boss is a smart and observant woman, and her advice helpful more often than not.
The music pounds throughout the club as Leon finishes shaking Cloud's drink and pours it into a glass. He swirls it around once, the ice cubes clinking together, before turning around and placing it before Cloud. The spiky-haired blond doesn't even glance at the drink, eyes still riveted on Leon's face. Leon merely stares back, unsure of what to do, what Cloud wants—
Suddenly, before Leon even registers what's going on, Cloud darts forward, easily capturing Leon's lips with his own. The blond has both hands planted on the bar, levering himself up for a better angle at Leon's lips. Leon's mouth opens automatically, and Cloud takes advantage, thrusting his tongue inside to sweep across Leon's. His eyes slide shut, and he can feel Cloud's warm fingers creeping across his neck, tangling in his hair, and tilting his head. Cloud is a dominant kisser, holding Leon just where he wants him and refusing to let up for air. For once, he doesn't mind, though; it's been a while since Leon's been kissed like this. He loves the way the saltiness of Cloud's lips contrasts with the minty taste of his tongue, the way the blond relentlessly tugs and nibbles at his lips. In the background, he hears Yuffie hollering in encouragement, but he pays her no mind. As they finally break apart, Leon feels Cloud's breath coming in short pants over his face, and swipes his tongue over the blond's lips one more time.
Before he can open his eyes again, Leon feels Cloud shift his face so that his lips ghost over the shell of Leon's ear. “Dance with me,” he whispers, and Leon opens his eyes to see Cloud pull away. His eyes are sparkling with mischief, and a hint of a smirk plays on his lips. The blond, Leon notices, has climbed fully on top of the bar and is kneeling down, cradling Leon's face in his hand.
He opens his mouth to protest—he's working, for Christ's sake, he can't just leave his job to go dance—when a kick to his shins draws his attention. His head whips around to see Aerith standing beside Yuffie, hiding her laugh behind a dainty hand. With the other she waves at Leon, motioning for him to go with a pointed glance towards Cloud. Yuffie pumps a fist into the air in agreement with a whispered shout of, “Yeah!”
Leon turns back to Cloud, who's waiting expectantly. In one lithe move, Cloud jumps down from the bar, grabs his drink, and drains half of it in one swallow. Placing the glass back on the bar, he glances at Leon, one eyebrow raised.
He doesn't even realize he's moving, but he is, bracing himself against the bar and vaulting over it easily, his eyes trained on the blond's blue orbs the whole while. The smirk on his lips grows, twisting his face into a sinfully devilish image. Cloud grabs Leon by the waistband of his leather pants and pulls him forward, into the throng of the crowd. Bodies surge up against him until he's fully pressed against Cloud, with no room for escape, hardly any room to breathe. As he inhales, Leon takes in the scent of Cloud's cologne, something spicy and dark, with a hint of sweetness, and it sends a jolt of desire straight through his body. As Cloud turns around, he glances into Leon's eyes, for a moment locked in his pinning gaze, unable to move. Everything around him seems muted, dull in comparison to the paragon of sensuous perfection standing before him. And then the world comes rushing back, the pounding baseline vibrating underneath his feet coupled with the heat of countless people surrounding him, and his lips quirk.
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