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Green.
For the sake of this story, Seifer is not the wee little jailbait found in Twilight Town. He's a year older than Leon. Just so there's no one thinking that a fifteen year old is getting hit on by some guy in his mid-twenties.
**This is technically a sequel to Red, but it CAN be read as a standalone fic. They'll all tie in together once the final one is finished, but they can also all be read separately as individual fics.**
"Nope. It was you."
"Wrong. You finished after me, that's all."
"Just admit it."
"There's nothing to admit. I sat back and enjoyed the ride. You're the one who told me to relax."
"Whatever. Just move over - your spikes are getting long and they're encroaching." Cloud snorted derisively but moved over, patting his hair down and making a mental note to get a trim. Leon drew the thin white sheet up to their waists and rolled over onto his back. He let out a contented sigh.
For three months now, this had been their routine. They lived their normal lives - Leon continued working with Cid on the safety programs and with the Restoration Committee, and Cloud had been running deliveries all over Radiant Garden. But when they were in the privacy of their own home, they were free to pratice the newest addition to their routine. And they practiced it everywhere they could.
Within a week, they were tired of the bedroom and shower. First they utilized the couch and the armchair, then they moved to the kitchen counter and table. They occupied the laundry room, the back yard, the garage, the seat of Fenrir, and every wall in the house. Their lust was insatiable; they were constantly pawing at one another or dragging each other away from various tasks around the house for a quick fuck.
Despite their amorous activities, they kept their affair confined to their house. Neither felt inclined to speak of it outside of their home. They fucked, but that was where it ended. Thus, their daily lives were not interrupted (except for a shag against a wall before they left).
Cloud glanced at leon and quirked an eyebrow. "You've got a bit of spunk on your chest," he observed. As Cloud drew himself out of bed, he felt the residue hit his back. He fixed Leon with a glare. "Very mature, Squall."
"That's what you get for being a submissive little bitch in bed," Leon replied caustically. Cloud snorted and left Leon's room, shutting the door behind him.
---
That afternoon, Cloud was entertaining Yuffie. Which was not so much 'entertaining' as it was grunting in response to her endless river of questions. Fenrir needed an oil change, so he'd taken the bike to Cid's garage to give her a full tune-up. The petite nninja had tracked him down and perched herself on a large mechanical arm, hurling various questions his way. More irritating than the questions were the comments and observations she made about the blond.
"It's good to see you pulled the stick out of your ass, chocoboy!" she said cheerfully. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you finally got laid." She laughed boistrously at her comment. Cloud kept his face carefully blank, despite his urge to grin. He unscrewed the bottle of oil and began pouring it into his motorcycle.
"Are you getting laid?" she asked suspiciously, hanging upside down by her knees. Cloud snorted.
"Yeah, by all the suitors that have been knocking down my door to get to me," he replied. "I'm emotionally unavailable, remember?" Yuffie grinned at him.
"Oh yeah, that's right. How could I forget?" she teased. Cloud frowned.
"I don't know. You saw Aeris die too, you know." He glanced up at her just in time to see her make an unpleasant face. "Yeah, that's right, I said it." Yuffie scowled at him.
"Alright, alright. Jeez, you're such a buzzkill," she grumbled.
"Hey, buzzkill!" a familiar voice called. Cloud and Yuffie looked up to see Reno standing in the entrance to the garage. Still under the employ of Rufus Shinra, the red-head, his fellow Turks, and their megalomaniac boss had showed up in Radiant Garden about a year after the events concerning Organization XIII. Reno seemed to have lost the little bit of professionalism he'd once had since his days in Midgar and Edge. His black button-up shirt was untucked and hung open, revealing a Shinta tee. He wore dark wash jeans, though he kept the same old boots he'd always worn.
"Hiya, Turkey," Yuffie greeted, dropping down from the machine arm.
"Midge," he returned, winking at her. Cloud rolled his eyes.
"If you've come to collect your woman, get her and go," he mused, turning back to Fenrir. Yuffie stuck her tongue out at him.
"You wouldn't know what to do without me, jailbait," she sang, skipping over to Reno. Cloud snorted.
"Listen who's talking," he said crossly. Yuffie glared at him, but Reno bumped her with his hip, silencing her.
"Naw, blondie. Word came in from the communication tower - a ship's coming in, said they're from Leonhart's neck of the woods 'fore the feed cut off. He's on his way there now." Grateful that he was turned away from his friends, Cloud pursed his lips and feigned disinterest.
"What's that got to do with me?" he askeed calmly.
"Because he's your bff," Reno said, his voice rising in pitch at the acronym, "and you should be there for him. Yanno, sentimental crap like that."
Cloud considered this for a moment. He and Leon were friends, yes. He was probably closer to the ex-SeeD than he was to anyone else. They were friends with benefits, yes. Leon knew his body better than maybe anyone ever had. They weren't emotionally close - they didn't share secrets and they didn't stay up late to watch movies with one another. There was a certain understanding between one another. They didn't have to speak to each other to understand what they wanted the other to do. He knew Leon would appreciate the silent support.
Cloud set down the oil bottle and replaced the oil cap on Fenrir. He turned to Reno. "Are you going?" he asked.
"Why should I? I've got the afternoon off and a gap in my schedule to fill," he said, pulling Yuffie close and grinning salaciously down at her. The ex-SOLDIER puckered his lips in distaste and mounted his bike. "Do you get it, Cloud? Gap? Fill?" Cloud dropped his sunglasses onto his face and grappled with his keys. "The gap is Yuffie's-"
At that blessed moment, Cloud revved Fenrir's engine and rode past the grinning couple, never having been so grateful to get away from his friends in his life.
---
Cloud pulled up to the loading dock just as the small ship landed. Hearing the roar of Fenrir, Leon turned around. Cloud raised his sunglasses and nodded, reassuring, at Leon. There was an almost relieved look in the gunblader's eyes as he nodded back tersely.
The arrival of people from one's home world was always an awkward moment. After spending so much time moving on and building a new life without them, and then they show up and throw everything off kilter.
The hatch popped open, though no ramp or ladder descended. There was, however, rather a lot of smoke that poured out. Leon jogged toward it and hefted himself up easily, disappearing into the haze. For several moments Leon remained in the ship. No noises came from within, and Cloud was about to dismount Fenrir and head in for a rescue when the ramp dropped down. The smoke had dissipated, and two figures emerged from the relative darkness. One he recognized immediately as Leon's - he couldn't mistake that body, he thought with a slight grin.
As they walked out into the light, Cloud could see the other man. He was slightly taller than Leon, and fair-skinned and fair-haired where Leon was tan and brunette. The man hada scar slashing across his face, identical to Leon's, except that it ran in the opposite direction. The man made some grand gesture with his hands, and Leon smiled; small though it was, it was easy and relaxed. Cloud kept his face passive as Leon raised his hand in greeting. Cloud dismounted Fenrir and leaned agianst it.
"Cloud, this is Seifer, a friend of mine from my world," Leon said. "Seifer, this is Cloud."
He inclined his head at Seifer, who returned the small gesture. The man introduced as Seifer looked like he was dead on his feet - deep purple circles smudged under his eyes, his shoulders sagged. His clothes were rumpled and his hair stuck up in the back. The look Cloud gave him very clearly said, "You look like death warmed over." Seifer smiled grimly.
"Some first impression I'm making," he joked, ruffling his own hair. Leon put a hand on his shoulder.
"First impressions don't matter anymore. Besides, Cloud showed up more worse for wear than you," the gunblader said with a sidelong glance at the blond. Cloud smirked at the memory of the breakdown he had upon seeing Aeris alive and well. He knew he probably shouldn't be smirking. He shouldn't even think of it as amusing, considering the jagged scar Aeris left in his life when she had been killed. But he was a different person now than who he was when he arrived in Radiant Garden. He'd accepted and moved on from many things.
Seifer stared around the landing bay, looking but not really seeing anything around him. Without thinking, Cloud tossed the keys to Fenrir over to Leon.
"Here. Get him home, fed, and make sure he gets some rest," Cloud told him. Leon quirked an eyebrow at him.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," Cloud responded, waving his gloved hand dismissively. "It's no short walk back to the house. Besides, I promised I'd help Tifa try to bring some organization to Reno's little party." Not too proud (anymore) to accept help from a friend, Leon stepped toward the motorcycle.
"Thank you, Cloud," he said, his voice holding just the slightest husky tone. Cloud suppressed a shiver - he knew that tone meant that many good things would happen to his body later.
Seifer mounted the bike behind Leon and slumped down immediately, his arms wrapping awkwardly around Leon's lean waist. He turned and nodded his weary thanks to Cloud, and then Leon sped away on Fenrir.
Cloud jammed his hands into his pockets and made his way to Tifa's bar, Second Heaven. In a few weeks, Reno was taking it over for a party he wanted he wanted to throw. No one knew what the party was for, and Reno was tight-lipped about the whole affair. All anyone knew was that he'd brought in an enormous sound system and had spent the past week setting it up and positioning the speakers just so. He told Tifa that he wanted everything moved around to accommodate a dance floor. Tifa had tried to get the irrepressible red-head to wait until the week before the party, but he was hearing none of it, insisting that it should be done far ahead of time to accommodate any party changes. Cloud agreed to help Tifa out in both rearranging the bar and in tracking Reno down to injure him.
He pushed open the door to the bar and walked inside. He saw rude polishing some pint glasses behind the wooden bar. The Turk spent much of his time around Tifa now that his partner had taken with Yuffie. Tifa was quiet and pleasant, and never asked any questions. The martial artist, in turn, appreciated the help around the bar, which was rapidly becoming everyone's favourite place to be. Rude nodded to Cloud in greeting, then went back to his pint glasses.
"Oh, you're here," Tifa said brightly. "Good, you can grab that table and haul it that way." She pointed to the far side of the room. As she picked up a chair, she said, "I didn't hear you pull up."
"Leon's got Fenrir," Cloud said as he gave the table a shove.
"Oh?" The chair landed with a thud. Cloud shrugged.
"A friend of his landed in a bad way, I told him to take the guy back to the house." He had his back to her, but he could feel her grinning at him.
"Well, that was awfully nice of you, Cloud," she said coyly. The ex-SOLDIER grunted, deliberately refusing to turn and look at her. "I guess you're just a nice guy."
"Yep," Cloud muttered He repositioned the table just so, then grabbed another one and shoved it next to its mate. The blond ground his teeth, cursing Tifa to six layers of hell. To anyone else, he was an enigma - even Aeris had trouble trading him. Not Tifa. To her, he was an open book right off the best-seller's shelf. Things about him were blaringly clear to her when even Cloud himself didn't understand them. But the glorious thing about Tifa is that she never asked any questions. She just fixed the back of his head with that knowing glance of hers and went about her business.
So she picked up another chair and moved it across the room, a quiet smile on her face.
---
An hour or so later, Cloud left Second Heaven, winding though the streets to get back home. It was nearly sunset, and all of Radiant Garden was awash in vibrant oranges and reds, with touches of pink. He saw one or two stray Shadows, but the town's defense system took care of them before they could make a move toward him. He almost begrudged the defense system - he could have benefited from a nice fight.
"Cloud."
The blond looked up from the dissipating smoke of the Heartless to see Leon walking toward him. Cloud raised his hand in greeting.
"How is Seifer?" he asked.
"Sleeping. Said he was chased by Heartless ships for a week before he found this place," Leon said.
"That's a bad time," Cloud said, leaning against the brick wall.
"More or less," Leon assented. "Fenrir is in the garage. Thanks for letting me borrow her." The blond waved it off.
"It's no big deal," he said dismissively.
"That's where you're wrong, and you know it." Cloud glanced sharply at his friend. "You wouldn't even let me drive that damn bike when your arm was broken. You let me have it today for brownie points," Leon told him definitively, stepping closer to him. Cloud could feel his body humming with energy, in anticipation at what was to come. A voice in his head shouted Me!, but he shoved it down, suppressing a grin.
"You can't prove it," Cloud defended lamely. Leon raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that Cloud was only being facetious in order to lure him further into a nearby alley. Cloud crept down the rough stone wall, never turning his back to the gunblader. Leon advanced upon him, a predatory glint in his eyes. To his pleasure, he found the same spark residing in Cloud's mako-infused depths. During all of their months together, neither of them had given an inch. Their coupling was always a struggle for control, neither man wanting to back down and play submissive. Cloud refused to have it any other way.
So when Leon shoved him against the brick wall and his skull connected with it painfully, he reveled in it. And when Cloud thrust Leon away from him, only to slam him into the opposite wall and assault his neck, the brunette groaned loudly. This was their game. This was take and take - neither expected anything. And with zero expectations, Cloud grabbed a fistful of Leon's hair and kissed him roughly.
---
The next day, Cloud was commissioned for a delivery. After a quick, quiet shag with Leon, he left. It was an all day run, and when he finally arrived home, he was exhausted and irritable. He'd dealt with Heartless and Nobodies, and even pesky teenagers trying to disassemble Fenrir. He was tired and his ass hurt from sitting on his bike all day. He wanted nothing more than a cold beer and a tv dinner.
He entered his house and tossed his keys into the bowl on the counter. He yanked open the refrigerator and reached for a beer gratefully. He counted the number he had left - not that he would get drunk. The mako in his system refused to give him that concession. It didn't completely nullify the effects of alcohol - his filter vanished after drinking enough, but that was about it.
He could still enjoy the flavour, however. He popped the cap and took a long pull, letting out a small sigh of contentment. Cloud leaned against the fridge and closed his eyes, feeling as if he could fall asleep right there. He heard murmured words, and then Leon's low chuckle. The blond wandered into the other room and saw Leon and Seifer on the couch, eating carry out Wutanese and watching some muted half-hour sitcom. They'd turned off the closed captioning and were improving the entire thing. Seifer seemed to be doing most of the mouthwork, but Leon was chuckling heartily. Cloud stood in slightly stunned silence; he'd never seen Leon smile so much. He quickly regained the use of his legs and walked around to sit in his armchair. The smile quickly left Leon's face and was replaced with a smirk.
"Back from your delivery, I see," he observed.
"How astute," Cloud said dryly.
"Are deliveries usually dangerous?" Seifer asked, his eyes going down to the three scratch marks on Cloud's forearm.
"Those aren't even from Heartless," he said, his lip curling in distaste. Leon quirked an eyebrow at him. "Teenagers trying to take Fenrir. Again." The brunette frowned.
"I installed that cloaking device for a reason," he remarked. Cloud shrugged and Leon grumbled, "I think you just like beating up kids." The blond smirked and took another drink from his beer. Changing the subject, he pointed at the television set with the neck of the beer bottle.
"What are you watching?" Leon gave him a small smile.
"We're not really sure what it is. This is just something we used to do a lot back home," he replied.
"It's better with more people and more liquor," Seifer added. "Would you like to join us?" Cloud considered the offer for a moment, then shook his head.
"I think I'm just going to go to bed. Have fun," he told them, rising from his chair and raising his beer to them in farewell.
---
In his room, Cloud kicked off his shoes and laid back in his bed, nursing his beer. He knew that his mind was troubled, but it took him longer than what he was comfortable with to figure out why. It was the way Seifer had been leaned in close next to Leon, and the way they separated when Cloud made his presence known. It was the way Seifer's hand lingered near Leon's knee. It was the fucking way Leon smiled around Seifer, the way he fucking laughed at Seifer.
Cloud uncurled a fist he hadn't known he'd made. The dominant, aggressive beast within growled. There was another male in his territory, a threat. He could feel the beast pacing. He frowned at himself. He was jealous? Since when did Cloud Strife get jealous? And over someone that was not strictly 'his', to boot. He and Leon were not committed to one another. They were free to date other people. There had just never been anyone else. Except now.
With a displeased grunt, Cloud hauled himself out of bed and made his way to his shower. He had no right to be jealous, he told himself vehemently. Leon was not a prize to be won, and certainly not by Cloud.
"Then he needs to stop giggling like a schoolgirl at everything that yahoo says," he grumbled to himself. He checked his phone before he got into the shower; he'd remained in bed for much longer than he thought he had. He stripped out of his clothes and dumped them on the floor. he turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature to 'hellfire'. He stepped in and flinched at the heat, but soon relaxed and sighed happily, resting his head against the rapidly heating tile. He did his best to shove Leon from his head, to simply concentrate on rinsing the clumped blood from his arm and shampooing the grit from his hair. Unfortunately for Cloud, as he threaded his fingers through his hair, he was only reminded of how Leon had just remarked on its length. He frowned at his thoughts and scrubbed harder at his scalp.
He finished his shower feeling no better than when he'd gotten in. He dried off, dropping the wet towel on top of his dirty clothes into his bedroom. Leon was resting in his bed, the sheet drawn up to his waist. He was flipping through a motorcycle magazine that Cloud kept on his nightstand specifically for Leon. The brunette could not tolerate not having anything to do. "Devil's hands," he had muttered once, quoting the old adage. So Cloud had bought a bi-monthly auto magazine subscription to keep him entertained when there was nothing else to do. Leon looked up at Cloud and raked his eyes over the blond's nude form.
"What are you doing here, Leon?" Cloud asked. Leon tossed the magazine onto the nightstand with a roll of his eyes. Of course, Cloud thought. "Shouldn't you be entertaining Seifer?" The brunette shrugged.
"I entertained him all day. He's still tired." Cloud kept his lips closed and walked over to the bed. "Since when have you ever said anything about sex other than 'Yes, please'?" Cloud shook his head, sitting down on the bed.
"I'm just tired. It was a long day," he wearied. Leon shrugged again, flipping the sheet back and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"Sure. Some other time, then. I'll see you tomorrow," he said lightly, not in the least bit offended.
Cloud returned Leon's wave with a feeble one of his own. He almost said, 'Wait! Stay,' but decided against it. The last thing he needed was to go rom-com on him and have Leon think there was truly something wrong with him. Leon shut the door quietly and left just as silently as he'd arrived. Frowning, Cloud threw himself down into his bed, shimmying under the blankets and glaring up at the ceiling. he cursed to himself for forgetting to turn the light off. Instead of getting up to flip the switch, he reached behind his nightstand and yanked the lamp cord out of the wall. In and almost petulant fit, Cloud thrashed on the bed until he found a comfortable enough position in which he could lie awake for the next six hours.
---
The next few weeks passed uneventfully. The day after Cloud's little bedroom fit, he slept with Leon and did his best to behave as if nothing were out of the ordinary. In fact, things should have been ordinary. Cloud couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong with him. All he knew was that Seifer was the why.
The weekend of Reno's party arrived sooner than Cloud would have liked. He had tried backing out more than once, but no one seemed to be inclined to let him do so. Leon told him to buck up and show some support for his friend. Cloud, without missing a beat, informed him that Reno was no friend of his and that he didn't want to listen to anything he projected out of those enormous speakers.
Yuffie then came by and told Cloud that if he wasn't there on Saturday evening that she would never speak to him again. Cloud told her that he could only hope to be so lucky. It was only when Aeris came to him and told him that being there would be good for his health that he decided to go. Normally, Cloud would have politely declined her, but the look in her clear green eyes told him that she was in charge of his health. He quickly agreed to join the party. Aeris pecked him cheerfully on the cheek and flounced away.
The party was entry-by-invitation only, and it seemed like Reno took great pleasure in turning away hopeful barflies without invitations. Cloud tried, one last time, to make his great escape.
"Oh, shoot, I'm sorry Reno. I left my invitation in my other pants. I guess I'll just mosey on home," he said quickly, trying to slip away. Reno grabbed his arm and spun him around, ushering him inside.
"Nonsense, blondie! Your invitation was just a formality. You've got automatic entry to any of my little soirees, my friend!" the red-head beamed graciously, thumping Cloud on the back. The blond grimaced and slunk away from his touchy-feely host. As he was scoping out a corner to hide in for the night, he was approached by Leon. Cloud wished the ground would open up and swallow him.
"Nice try back there," the brunette said, a smirk on his face.
"Don't tell me you really blame me for what was surely my lamest attempt at an escape," Cloud grumbled with a frown, crossing his arms. Instead of answering, Leon took Cloud completely by surprise by pressing up against him and reaching around to grab at his ass. Cloud's blue eyes widened and he put his hands on Leon's arms, prepared to push him away if it went any further. Leon leaned in closer and brushed his lips across Cloud's jaw. He knew very well the effect it had on the lithe blond, and there he was, doing it in front of all their friends that didn't know about their liason.
And then Leon pulled a small folded card out of Cloud's back pocket. The brunette brought it up in front of them and held it between his index and middle fingers.
"You must have really not wanted to be here," he murmured. He tucked the invitation into the waistband of Cloud's pants and walked away, the smirk never leaving his face. Cloud frowned, pulling the invitation from his pants and crumpling it, tossing it onto the floor. Scowling, he made his way over to the bar.
There he found Tifa, begging thee bartender to let her behind it so that she could make drinks. The bartender, a bald man who closer resembled a bouncer, simply shook his head.
"Tifa, what's wrong? Why aren't you bartending?" Cloud asked, confused. Tifa threw her hands up and pursed her lips.
"Ask Reno! He won't let me serve anyone!" she fumed.
"Why not?"
"Because he's got a death wish," she growled, clenching her fists.
"Reno told me that his friends should be enjoying the party, not working," the surly bartender said, his voice remarkably quiet. Tifa gestured at him and looked at Cloud as if to say, 'Can you believe this guy?'. Cloud bit back a smile and ordered two shots of tequila.
"You seem like you could use one," he said, gently lowering her hand.
"I could, but why did you order one? You never drink," she recalled. Cloud frowned.
"Believe me, I could use a drink or nine tonight," he muttered. Tifa raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Cloud tossed back his shot like it wasn't the strongest tequila the bar had, then ordered another. Tifa, who had been about to take her shot, set it back down.
"Oh dear." She turned to the bartender. "You might as well just hand us the bottle. There's more in the back, under the grenadine." The bartender set the bottle on the bartop, and Tifa grabbed it by the neck and tugged on Cloud's hand.
"C'mon, blondie," she said. He allowed her to lead him, but he mumbled to himself that he was going to dye his hair blue if people kept calling him that. Smiling, she set them down at a table in the corner, plunked the shot glasses between them, and poured another round.
"This radiant mood you're in wouldn't have anything to do with our resident leather enthusiast, would it?" Tifa asked, peering at Cloud over her shot glass.
"Indirectly," he mumbled.
"Which translates from Cloud-talk as 'he is the source of my every scowl and glower'," she said. Cloud grunted and pulled the bottle closer, disregarding his shot glass completely.
"Spill," she told him. He glared at her as he took another drink. "Come on, out with it," she coaxed. Cloud frowned and went back to his liquor. Tifa narrowed her garnet eyes. "Fine, I start guessing. Yuffie thinks you're getting laid, and I agree with her. And I think it's Leon. Take a drink if I'm right," she finished with a grin. Cloud held up a finger to her.
"For the record, I was going to take a drink regardless of the question, or that nasty little bit you added to the end," he told her, frowning at her triumphant smirk.
"So when did this all start?" she asked, her voice gentler this time.
"If, and that is a large if, anything were going on between Leon and I, which there is nothing, it would have started almost four months ago," the blond said. Tifa nodded sagely.
"And, if you had started something four months ago, what would have the potential to dislodge these romps?" Cloud scowled and sucked more than a shot from the bottle. "Or is it a who?" she guessed. Her eyes roamed the dark interior of her bar until she struck metaphorical gold. They fell upon Leon, who was laughing with Seifer. They were standing relatively close to one another, she noted.
"Is Seifer cockblocking you?" she asked.
"You've been around Reno too long," he said, arching an eyebrow at her. But Tifa had lit up.
"Do you think Leon and Seifer had a thing? You know, before the collapse of the worlds," she said, almost excited.
"They eye fuck each other enough to imply it," Cloud snapped. He followed Tifa's previous line of sight and glowered at the pair. "Who the hell does he think he is?" He hadn't noticed it, but Tifa had stood from her seat and moved behind Cloud. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, and she rested her cheek against his head. "Why do I have a feeling that you're about to tell me something I don't want to hear?" he asked, defeated.
"What if Zack showed up?" she asked quietly.
"Zack isn't going to show up," Cloud said roughly.
"I'm sure Leon thought the same about everyone from his world, too. Gone forever, dead and sucked into a black hole," she said gently.
"Must you be so graphic?" he demanded crankily. Tifa shrugged.
"It's my coping mechanism," she dismissed.
"Well, it blows," he muttered. He sunk back into his chair with his tequila, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be sharing with Tifa. He thought about what she had said. What if Zack had been the one to find his way back to Cloud? Would his actions be any more different than Leon's were now? He wasn't so sure, and that only fueled his anger.
"Cloud, what are you doing?" Tifa grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward her. He looked around. He was several feet away from the table, attempting to make a beeline for Leon and Seifer. He blinked at her, clearing his darkened vision. "Are you actually drunk, Cloud?" she asked, her voice touched with concern. The blond's eyebrows knitted together, but he shook his head.
"No, but I might've blacked out," he admitted. Tifa bit her lip and slipped her hand into his.
"Come back to the table with me. We'll get some water and -" Cloud pulled away from her grasp before she could continue.
"No, Tifa. This guy can't just march in here and suck Leon up like some Wutanese hooker," he snapped. Without letting her respond, he stomped away, toward Leon and Seifer. The tall blond saw him approaching and nodded politely at him. Leon pivoted and made to raise his hand in greeting, but thought better of it when he caught sight of the look on his lover's face. Cloud was on the warpath, and Leon knew that it never bode well.
"Hey, Cloud. I didn't know whether you would be here or not," Seifer greeted.
"I bet," Cloud muttered. Seifer quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Leon, but said nothing. He didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't born yesterday, and he knew when shutting up would be good for him.
"Who put lemons in your milk, Cloud?" Leon asked boldly. Cloud stepped up to Leon, glaring into his eyes. The blond wanted a fight. Oh boy, Leon though. Here we go.
"Why don't you ask your friend, Leon," he spat, shifting his gaze to Seifer, who blinked in surprise.
"Me?" Leon groaned. He knew that tone. That was Seifer's 'I'm going to verbally and then physically grind you into polish for Hyperion' tone. It never bode well, either. "What the hell -"
"I'll tell you what you did," Cloud said, stepping up to Seifer. "You walk into this place like you fucking own it and everyone here. You've been gone for years. Leon, and everyone else, built a life here. Then you show up and try to rip him out of it."
Leon's eyes widened as he listened to Cloud's tirade. The blond's voice was low and dangerous, but Leon could tell that he was using a great deal of self control.
"He helped to rebuild this place - him and everyone else here except you. You are not going to take him away from here, in any way. You're not the only one in his life anymore. You're not the only one who gives a damn about him." Cloud then turned and walked out of the bar, less like a person and more like a storm moving on to batter the next town that had the temerity to stand in its path. Leon stared at his lover's retreating form with a scowl on his face. Shaking his head, he turned to Seifer.
"I'm sorry about him. He's got some issues," Leon said, trying to make it as obvious as possible that he was pissed off with Cloud's latest mental break.
"No shit," Seifer growled. "What's his deal anyway? I've never even talked about leaving this place with you, or asking you to leave, or... anything he vomited up, really." Leon pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I know. Cloud is... clearly a delicate little flower," the brunette grumbled.
"Are you going after him? He seemed distressed," Seifer said. He took a drink from his beer and glanced at Leon, amusement shining in his eyes. Leon shook his head.
"No. I really don't feel like fighting with him tonight. Besides, if I left and went chasing after the princess, he'd be getting exactly what he wants."
"I wasn't talking about fighting him, Squall," the tall blond said as innocently as he could manage. Leon glowered at his friend and poked him hard in the chest.
"Whatever you're implying, don't. I'm here for Reno and free beer. Cloud can throw his tantrums all he wants, but I'll leave here when I feel like it." He narrowed his eyes at Seifer. "Or when you puke everywhere."
"I get sick at a bar one time," Seifer muttered. He shook his head and went to get another beer.
Leon sat down at their table against the wall. He scanned the room, curious to see if any party-goers were whispering to one another and glancing over at him. No one seemed interested in Cloud's outburst. Except Tifa. The martial artist was staring at him intently, her face crinkled with worry. Her eyes seemed to say 'I'm sorry'. Leon hoped that his eyes said 'I'll try to leave some identifier on Cloud's mangled corpse'.
Not that any of this was Tifa's fault. She couldn't help that her closest friend was a basket case. The gods knew the poor woman had tried hard enough to unscramble Cloud's brain. In fact, Leon felt she deserved some sort of an award for dealing with him. Or at the very least, a psych degree.
"Excuse me! Friends and neighbours and co-workers!" A loud voice from the sound system cut off Leon's train of thought. Reno was standing in the center of the room, holding a microphone and smiling broadly. "Thank you all for coming out to this little gathering. I hate small talk, so I'll get right to it." The red-head looked at his co-workers, who had been taking bets as to what the grand master plan was that was beating around in Reno's head. Elena and Rude were quietly discussing the circumstances and adding more money into their bets. Tseng looked bored, and Rufus was happily taking advantage of free martinis.
"You're all here for my beautiful ninja, Yuffie. Come on, since when have you ever been shy, you little vixen..."
"Is he going to propose to her?" Seifer asked, silently approaching the table and taking his seat. Leon shook his head.
"I have no idea - the poor girl better run now," the brunette said. His eyes followed Yuffie as she walked out to Reno, a slight flush to her cheeks. She looked very pretty indeed, in a little red dress and heels that put her more on par with Reno's lanky height.
"You're almost as cool as I am, midge. You can't cook and your hair looks like a malboro on a bender in the morning, but I like having you around." He reached into his pocket and produced a small black box. A collective gasp from the crown was heard, and even Rufus put down his drink and leaned over Tseng's shoulder. Elena had Rude's arm in a death grip, and the silent Turk had even taken his trademark sunglasses off. Yuffie looked up at her boyfriend, her brown eyes wide. Leon had just enough time to exchange and unreadable glance with Tifa, and then Reno popped the box open.
"Will you move in with me?" he asked sincerely. Grinning, Yuffie pulled a brand new, shiny silver key out of the box and threw her arms around Reno.
Elena could be heard cursing, and Rude was shaking his bald head. Rufus' eyes were wide, and they were all pulling out their wallets, placing several bills into the hands of a very smug Tseng.
"Is everyone here completely guano?" Seifer asked.
"It's not as bad as Wonderland, but there's a reason Reeve is dyeing his goatee," Leon said with half a grin.
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It was past one in the morning when Cloud heard the front door open. He frowned and forced himself to remain in his bed. He took another long pull of tequila. He shut his eyes and tried very hard to shut his ears as well, but he was acutely aware of booted footsteps getting closer and closer to his room, and it was hard to ignore his door opening and someone walking in. An empty glass bottle rolled across the wooden floor after being nudged with a foot.
"You actually tried to get drunk?" Leon asked disdainfully. Cloud didn't look at him.
"What if I said I succeeded?" he asked. He could almost hear Leon frown.
"Then it would make you a liar and the most selfish person in the world," the brunette said caustically.
"There are so many worlds out there, Leonhart, that being the most selfish man on this one is hardly an issue for me," Cloud said.
"What you did back there was absurd," Leon began, ignoring Cloud's dramatics. "Seifer isn't trying to pull me away from Radiant Garden. He's still getting used to this place, and I'm the only familiar face he's got," he snapped. This time, Cloud looked up. His mako-blue eyes flashed dangerously and he got out of bed, knocking the liquor to the floor and spilling it.
"Then why is it that he's been the only person in your little world since that ship landed? You practically glow like a schoolgirl mooning over the upperclassman whenever he walks into the fucking room," he snarled, pointing an accusing finger. Leon looked at him incredulously, blinking his thoughts to clarity.
"You're jealous. Oh dear Hyne, you're jealous." He spoke quietly, almost disbelieving. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away from Cloud.
"I'm not jealous, but that's a sweet sentiment," Cloud barked, a little too loudly. "I just can't believe you of all people could have such tunnel vision the minute an old boyfriend walks into town," he finished, his words dripping with contempt. Leon whirled around and gaped at Cloud.
"You think Seifer was my boyfriend?" he asked quickly. If he hadn't been so furious, he might have laughed. "Your brain's pickled with too much mako." He ignored Cloud's snarl of rage. "He dated my ex-girlfriend. For the longest time, we hated each other." The anger and tension slipped from Leon's voice, and was replaced with exasperation. "He almost destroyed the world, I had to stop him, he turned over a new leaf, yadda yadda yadda. We became friends." Cloud narrowed his eyes at Leon.
"Then what's with all the schmoopy improv and him staying up your ass?" Leon crossed his arms, meeting Cloud's glare with one of his own.
"I don't know how you behaved with your best friend where you come from, but that's just how we are," he said, finality lining his words.
Unbidden, Tifa's mention of Zack came to the front of his mind. He thought about him, about the man he'd once... About the friendship they'd shared before becoming lovers. About how Zack was with all of his friends: affectionate and handsy and always up for a good time. Feeling slightly guilty, Cloud fell silent and turned away from Leon. The brunette scowled deeply at Cloud, his nostrils flaring.
"So this is how it's going to be with you. You know you're wrong and that you fucked up, and now you won't say anything?" Cobalt eyes flashed angrily. "You know, I think I will go to Seifer. I'm sure he's six kinds of lonely right now and would take any comfort I offered."
Before Leon could turn to leave, Cloud spun around and slammed the brunette against a wall. His blue eyes were nearly glowing with mako energy. Leon glared boldly into those eyes and saw more than just Cloud. He saw the beast of the mako, that possessive edge.
"You belong to me, Squall," Cloud growled. The voice, however, was not entirely Cloud. There was a gravel in it, as if whatever beast within the blond had crawled and scraped and dragged its way through the crust of the earth, to burst forth from Cloud's vocal chords.
Leon did not react immediately; he blinked at Cloud in confusion, his hands grasping at the blond's wrists. And then something inside of him must have realized that he was being manhandled, because he gripped Cloud's forearms and gerjed them so that they crossed his chest painfully. He shoved Cloud away and slammed him into the wall, effectively reversing their positions. Using his height to his advantage, he grabbed at Cloud's throat and lifted him off the ground.
"I belong to no one, Strife," Leon snarled, his jaw clenched. With a growl that was both animalistic and frighteningly human, Cloud brought his legs up and kicked Leon away. The ex-SeeD stumbled backwards, the wind not quite knocked out of him. The brunette's eyes darkened and he lunged at Cloud, his fist connecting with the blond's nose painfully. Blood began to pour from both nostrils, but Cloud didn't even bother with it. He took a swaggering step toward Leon and punched him. Blood welled up and fell from a gash on his lip.
They stared at one another for a moment, each wondering if it would be wise to keep fighting the other. And then Leon broke off their locked gazes (and also prevented the destruction of the surrounding two and a half blocks) and shouldered past Cloud, heading for the door.
"If you leave, this door is shut for good. Don't come back," Cloud said, unable to keep the tremour out of his voice.
For a moment, it looked as if Leon were going to turn around. His head twitched to the side just enough for Cloud to see a sliver of tan skin on his cheek. But then he saw that bit of cheek twitch, and heard the deep timbre of Leon's chuckle. Then the gunblader was gone, the door shutting behind him.
Refusing to allow himself any time to stare at the door longingly with tears shining in his eyes, Cloud turned and swept the lamp from his bedside table, sending it crashing to the floor. Only the silver moon, half full in the sky, provided any light in his beaten room. Ignoring the crunch of broken glass beneath his boots, he dropped down onto his bed and clared at the ceiling, willing his brain to shut down for the next decade.
---
The sun hadn't yet risen when the front door opened once again. No birds yet sang when footsteps carried someone closer to Cloud's room. The moon hung low and the room was darker still when the door creaked open. Before that door could open fully, Cloud was on his feet. When Leon stepped through, he was greeted with a buster sword in his face.
"Get out," Cloud warned, his voice quiet and threatening. The cold, sharp edge of the old sword pressed against Leon's cheek, the same cheek that had twitched upward in a mocking smirk just hours before. He stared into Leon's eyes, but they were carefully blank, and gave Cloud no quarter. Leon lifted his hand up to push aside the sword, but Cloud twisted his wrist and sliced Leon's cheek open. It was a small cut and wasn't likely to leave a scar. Cloud didn't want to add another one to Leon's face - he just wanted him to leave.
But Leon moved fast. Cloud wasn't anticipating a move so bold, and the brunette had him quickly disarmed. He tossed the buster sword to the other side of the room, not caring about the chair that its blade bit into. Leon advanced upon Cloud then, who was ready to fight and hopefully put Leon's lights out for a few hours. Instead of punching him, Leon pushed his hand into Cloud's blond spikes and kissed him hard.
Cloud was taken aback by this and froze for a moment. It was a short-lived moment; he grasped hold of his senses once more and slugged Leon across the jaw. Leon growled and wrestled Cloud down onto the bed, pinning his arms at his sides. Cloud glared up at Leon, thinking about spitting on him.
"I told you not to come back here. I'm not going to be your second wind." His own voice startled him some. He'd never heard it sound like that. There was fury, but also hurt, and something he would never have admitted that he thought was defeat. He quickly searched Leon's eyes again, looking for something that might give any bit of what he was doing away. Nothing.
"You'll be whatever I want you to be," Leon commanded, his tone imperious. Cloud's eyes flashed with anger, but before he could headbutt the other man, he kissed him again. Cloud opened his mouth and bit the wound on the brunette's lip, cracking it open again. Leon hissed in pain and pulled back, licking his lip.
"You're a fucking idiot, Strife." Cloud furrowed his brow at Leon.
"Name calling now, Leonhart? Very mature," Cloud snapped. Leon rolled his eyes.
"I told Seifer to stay with Cid for the night. I explained things to him, and he thinks you're a moron, too."
"What are you talking about?" Cloud demanded. Leon sighed, exasperated.
"It's old now, stop being dumb. You're sick with the impossible thought that I left to fuck Seifer." Cloud's glare didn't waver. "I didn't, so stop being a jealous little shit and tell me what you want." The brunette let Cloud's arms free and sat up, straddling his waist. Cloud left his arms where they were and very steadfastly ignored Leon's gaze. Leon frowned.
"If you don't quit the petulant child act, I'm leaving," he said firmly. Even with the lingering threat, however, Cloud remained silent. Leon set his lips in a thin line.
"Unbelieveable," he muttered. "Goodbye, Cloud." He hauled himself off of Cloud, off of the bed they'd shared so often before. And then, just as the brunette was putting his hand on the door handle, Cloud's body seemed to move of its own accord, and words left his mouth without passing his brain's security checkpoint. He was behind Leon before the gunblader even knew it.
"I don't want you to fuck anyone else." Leon paused, his hand outstretched. Half a moment later, he turned to face Cloud, his expression once more unreadable and expertly guarded. "I don't want you to touch anyone else, or even consider being with anyone else but me."
"Why?" Leon asked, his arms crossed. Cloud shrugged.
"Because... you're as fucked up as I am." Leon stared at him, his cobalt eyes still revealing nothing of what was going on in the brain behind them.
"You really need to learn how to communicate with people," he said finally. Cloud almost sighed in relief. Instead, he snorted.
"And I suppose you're going to teach me?"
"Fuck no, I hate people."
Cloud closed the gap between them, kissing Leon forcefully. He tasted blood from the newly re-opened wound on the brunette's lip, and he sucked at it, not taking any care to be gentle. Leon hissed, jerking Cloud's body against his. He twisted a hand into the blond spikes and tugged sharply, forcing his head back. Cloud didn't give an inch, however. As the blond pushed Leon against the door, they fell into their familiar duel for dominance. Cloud's hands shoved their way up under Leon's shirt, where they pinched and scratched at the tan skin. He ground his hips against the brunette's, their growing erections sliding against each other. Leon's breath hitched, but he kept his cool.
By cool, it is intended to mean that he shoved Cloud away from him and toward the bed. The blond backed up, grabbing the front of Leon's shirt and pulling him down on top. Before he could settle, he tugged off the black shirt he wore and tossed it away. He then pulled on Cloud's shirt and discarded it as well. He descended on Cloud and assaulted his lips fervently and with conviction, as if trying to prove to Cloud, with his tongue, that his were the only lips he'd ever look at again. Yet they were still not the tender kiss of lovers, and theirs was not a passionate embrace, carried out in the night. No, these warriors did not make love. They fucked, raw and unbridled, both craving to make the other bend to his will.
When they pulled apart, Cloud fixed Leon with a cocky smirk and pushed against him, flipping them so that he straddled the brunette. He pinned Leon's hands above his head and locked eyes with him. The mako ran hot and strong in his blood tonight, affected by the liquor and his heightened emotions. His blue eyes were nearly glowing in the darkness of the room. In stark contrast, Leon's eyes were dark and stormy, a leaden cobalt nebula.
Cloud's lips quirked and he vanished from direct eyesight, stalking down the gunblader's body. He worked to bring Leon's pants down, though his eyes remained transfixed on those slim, perfectly defined hips, which were his favourite part of Leon's body. But tonight, right now, he didn't feel like romance. He did not ghost his lips over the muscular definitions, he didn't nip at the bone with his teeth. He bit down on the bone, hard, and sucked the tender skin into his mouth as much as he could. Leon made no noise, but he bucked his hips, trying to escape and feel more all at once. His hand worked its way back into Cloud's hair. He tugged sharply at the blond spikes, and Cloud responded by delivering another sharp bite to the gunblader's hip.
He pulled Leon's pants off the rest of the way, his eyes lingering on the brunette's very erect manhood. Without any preamble, Cloud opened his mouth and nearly swallowed Leon's cock. The brunette's breath hitched in his throat and he tossed his head back so hard that his throat felt like it was going to split the skin of his neck open.
Cloud worked his way to the base of Leon's cock, squeezing as hard as he could with his lips and pressing his tongue against his shaft. The brunette bucked his hips involuntarily, blessing Cloud's nonexistent gag reflex. Cloud began to bob his head furiously, reaching down to fondle Leon's balls. Leon hissed and threaded his hand into Cloud's hair once more. He sighed and thrust up into Cloud's mouth. He was convinced that this was actually what Cloud was meant to do in life, not fight. He was born to suck Leon's cock.
So naturally he protested when Cloud pulled his lips away with a vulgar sound. Using the hold he still had on Cloud's hair, the brunette pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting his own musk in his lover's mouth. They pulled apart only long enough to remove thee rest of each other's clothes. They were well versed in where their hands should be on each other's clothes at what time to get them off as quickly as possible. Months of this meant that they knew how to not interfere with the other's movements.
Their clothes fell away effortlessly, drifting to the floor for the thousandth time. Leon flipped them and shoved Cloud into the mattress, his hands pressing into the blond's shoulders. He hovered for a moment, staring straight into Cloud's eyes, vast depths of mako. For a moment, Cloud thought he was going to kiss him. Instead, his head was jerked back by a grip that Leon had on his hair. The brunette kissed and bit at the smooth expanse of Cloud's neck, suckling tenderly at the spots where he'd nipped at too hard. His hands, meanwhile, roamed across Cloud's body, fiery and consuming. Leon's left hand found Cloud's right and he laced them together, pressing them gently against Cloud's temple.
This was a rare gesture from Leon, Cloud knew, so he kept the skip in his breath to himself. He extended his free arm to swipe the bottle of lube from his nightstand. Before he could give it to Leon, the brunette grabbed his wrist and stilled his movements.
"Let me watch," the brunette said quietly. Shivering slightly, Cloud acquiesced, popping the cap on the bottle and squeezing some of the liquid out onto his hand. It was cool and silky as it skid between his fingers, and he shuddered with anticipation. He splayed one hand across his chest as the other skimmed over the surface of his skin, traveling downward. He parted his legs, bringing one knee up. He bit his lip, because he knew it drove Leon wild, and circled his entrance with the pad of one finger. Leon's cobalt eyes never left that finger. He stared intently, hungry and barely contained. Cloud gyrated his hips, grinding against himself slowly, almost lazily. It quickly became too much, and he slid two fingers into himself.
He could hear Leon slowly exhaling through his nose, could feel the bed depress as he leaned forward. He felt a large, warm hand on his calf and he smirked to himself. Leon may have said that he wanted to watch, but when it came to actually keeping his hands off of Cloud, the blond knew that he wouldn't be able to last long.
He scissored his fingers, working to stretch himself. He tipped his head back and pushed his hips down; another finger slipped in and he couldn't stifle a groan this time. He pushed his fingers in to the knuckles, his hips bearing down of their own volition. Just as he found a rhythm, his fingers were forcibly removedd. He didn't lack for sensation very long - leon's eager mouth was there within a heartbeat, kissing Cloud's puckered entrance and enjoying the mild paupu fruit taste of the lube.
Cloud gasped as Leon's tongue swirled around his entrance. He squirmed as Leon kissed him. He cried out when Leon inserted his fingers and put his mouth to use on his swollen cock. He pressed his fingers in as far as they would go and sucked hard on Cloud's length. The blond tried to cry out, but no sound escaped his throat. He bucked his hips against Leon's fingers and mouth. His free hand raked down his chest, nails leaving thin red lines, then tangled in the mess of Leon's thick brown mane. He pushed down on the back of Leon's head, taking great pleasure in the feel of the back of Leon's throat on the head of his cock. The brunette responded by pressing his fingertips against Cloud's prostate. Cloud cried out, his hand flying to grip at the sheets.
Leon extricated himself from Cloud and stalked up his body, gathering the blond's lithe arms and pinning them above his head with one hand. With the other, he guided himself into Cloud, who bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out again. Leon leaned down and kissed him roughly, full of fire and brimstone. Cloud caught Leon's eye, not quite challenging and not quite defiant. It was all there, but there was also a certain waiver, as if to say, without any words, that his body belonged to Leon now. As if he signed over permission to the brunette to do whatever he wanted to him, whenever he wanted. And yet the fire was still there. The glint that said 'I'm not your bitch'.
And Leon knew what that look in his eyes meant - no words needed to be exchanged. He softened the kiss, just slightly, in acknowledgment. What he didn't soften was the thrust he aimed at Cloud's prostate. He set a rapid pace, pushing Cloud down whenever the blond tried tried to flip them. Cloud growled at Leon, a low noise that quickly turned into a groan as the brunette drove into his prostate over and over. Leon's grip on his wrists eventually turned into Leon using the position to hold himself up. Cloud saw this opportunity and took it; he grabbed Leon's wrists and nimbly pinned them to his sides. He sat up and pushed his lover back, then crawled into his lap. He reached behind and pressed himself onto Leon's cock, picking up the pace that the brunette had set before.
Tan hands fell over skin as smooth and white as a bowl of cream. Strong arms wrapped around an equally strong torso, and Leon pulled Cloud closer, forcing his legs to wrap around the brunette's waist.
Cloud impaled himself again and again, his pace rigorous and hard. Somehow, everything was hotter, physically. Leon's cock inside of him was huge and hard, hotter than hellfire. Leon's lips against his neck and chest were burning. Leon's nails, he was sure, were leaving streaks of fire down his back. And when Leon came, Cloud felt it all. Every nerve in his body had been hit with a lightning bolt. He felt every pulse of Leon's cock, buried deep within him. He felt every wave of his orgasm splash against his insides. Every twitch of his hips, every hitch in his breath, Cloud felt. And that overwhelming sense of everything is what set Cloud straight over the edge.
He finally found the strength to pick his head up from Leon's shoulder what felt like several minutes later. Leon's chin was resting on his shoulder, and as his sense of touch came back, he could feel soft kisses being pressed into his neck.
"Don't suddenly go all flowery on me, Leonhart," Cloud muttered. He could feel Leon grinning against his neck.
"But Cloud, I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend," the brunette said, his voice nearly a simper. Cloud rolled his eyes and pushed himself away from Leon, sitting back on his bed. A strip of light fell across him; the rising sun had found a way to slip through a crack in the blackout curtains. Seeing the daylight, realizing that he hadn't slept at all that night, made Cloud suddenly very tired.
He laid down and wriggled under the light blanket. He flipped over onto his side and tugged it up to his nose. Twisting his head around to look back over his shoulder, he glanced at Leon through slitted eyes.
"Shut the curtain," he said, his voice muffled by the blanket. Smirking, Leon reached across the bed and shimmied the curtain shut, effectively blocking our the encroaching sunlight. He moved up the bed and prodded and shoved at Cloud until the blond gave in and moved over, grumbling to himself. Leon didn't curl up and spoon Cloud from behind; he didn't lean over and place a tender kiss on his cheek.
Turning onto his side, he batted Cloud's long blond spikes off of the back of his neck.
"You still need a haircut."
Phew! Let's see if I remember the notes I wanted to put down here while I was typing this..
Okay, I tried to base Cloud's personality off of FFVII Cloud, not the emo kid they turned him into. Cloud was cocky and, well, he had his blond moments. Also, the Aeris thing. When I saw her in Kingdom Hearts, I was slightly terrified. Also, I wanted to know what her friends thought about it. I can't imagine Cloud taking it too well initially, but my guess is that he'd be kind of irascible about it.
I imagine Squall and Seifer as having been BFF's before the collapse of their world.
Tseng won the bet; his best guess, which he told his Turks was "an informed decision based on critical evidence gathered over the years", was that Reno was going to do something asinine that didn't warrant any sort of party to tell people about. Elena thought he was going to propose to her, Rude guessed that the results of a VD test came back negative, and Rufus proposed that it was a grand break-up party.
This is part two of my 'Colours' trilogy.
Reviews and ratings are like Dr. Pepper, Iron Man, and chicken quesadillas to me :3
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