Stand By You: A KH2 Yaoi (Squall-Cloud, Cid-Vincent, Riku-Sora, Axel-Roxas, Demyx-Zexion)Chapter 1

===EXPLICIT YAOI CONTENT===

Stand By You
A Kingdom Hearts II Fanfiction
By Akari
axeldoll157@wapda.com
or
FOREVERDREAMER1992@yahoo.com
Chapter One
Cloud’s day started as most of his mornings do. He woke slowly, stretching languidly before glancing over at his roommate to see if he was awake. Cloud grinned shyly, when he noticed Squall-Damn it-My name is Leon, was still asleep. Though they were quite close, they were also very competitive, and it extended to all aspects of their lives. On the rare days he was able to wake before the burnet; it always felt like a small victory. He slowly crawled out of their shared bed, careful not to wake the peacefully slumbering burnet. The spiky haired blonde idly scratched his flat abdomen, while trying to remember why exactly he was awake before the sun even rose. He shrugged slightly, before turning to the closet to remove the clothes he planned to wear today. Cloud was preparing to take his clothes and bath accessories to the shower, when he remember why he was awake at such an ungodly hour…The damn shower had broke the night before, and it was up to him and Leon to fix it. Cloud debated silently with himself; a shower was out of the question at the moment. Did he really want to change in the cold bathroom, or should he change here, where it was warm…He glanced over at his still slumbering bedmate, before once again shrugging slightly, slowly stripping out of his too big pajama bottoms.

Alert grey eyes opened slowly, at the sound of rustling clothes. Leon gazed at his somewhat bumbling roommate fondly, before allowing his eyes to travel down the smooth porcelain skin being exposed to him. Like Leon, Cloud slept only in pajama bottoms, opting not to wear the cumbersome top, so much of his body was not a mystery to Leon; yet it always had the same affect on him. Flawed with the scars of battle, it was breathtakingly beautiful. With his tousled spikes in disarray, and his cobalt eyes still bleary with sleep, Cloud managed to provoke feelings in Leon that nobody had ever inspired. He found himself strangely protective of the shy blonde, who was more than capable of taking care of himself in battle; but not always day to day care. If not reminded the blonde would often forget to eat and only sporadically slept before moving into the house with the rest of the restoration committee.

Leon’s breath caught in his throat, as Cloud fully nude raised his arms above his head in another languid stretch. Leon could feel his erection hardening inside his soft cotton pajamas, as Cloud’s lithe body was highlighted by the rising sun. Heart thundering in his chest, he feigned sleep once again, as the blonde’s head turned slightly towards the bed, as he slipped into his chocobo boxers. Cloud cocked his head, listening to the breathing of his sleeping roommate, satisfied that he hadn’t woken him, he resumed dressing. Once he finished his morning rituals, he slipped downstairs to start the coffee, having decided to wake Squall with a cup.

Once Cloud had left the room, Leon groaned softly; his hand drawn downwards towards his throbbing arousal. He pictured Cloud’s shy smile when he awoke, and his hesitant laughs. He ached to kiss those red lips, to nip his collar bone and suck the soft skin below his hip bones. Leon wrapped his battle hardened hand around his cock slowly stroking the velvet hardness, as his other hand played with his nipple, as he imagined Cloud’s lips and hands. His finger slipped into the slit which was leaking pre cum, and he spread it farther down his length, making the motions smoother as he dreamed of taking Cloud, sliding into that tight sheath, making the quiet blonde moan and scream his name.

Cloud silently climbed the stairs, with a cup of coffee for Squall in his hand. His normal clomping quiet, as he was still barefoot. As he neared the bedroom door, he stilled having heard a low moan. The door while not open was not quite closed. From his vantage point, he could see Squall in their bed. With his heart racing and his hand clenched around the cup of hot coffee he watched as Squall arched off the bed, his pajama bottoms around his thighs, as he stroked his cock. The sunlight acting as a spotlight, Squall was center stage, as Cloud remained unnoticed in the dark hallway. Squall’s pace erotically slow, fingers tracing the thick blue vein as he panted quietly. Cloud could feel heat pooling low in his stomach, and travel to his awakening erection. He knew he should leave, allowing Squall to have his privacy, yet he could not tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. This was not the first time he had an erection caused by his taciturn friend, but he had never witnessed a scene like this before. He could imagine it was his hand replacing that of his friend’s, slowly worshipping his cock with his tongue, his mouth. He wanted Squall to moan his name, to mark him, to take him…to love him. He watched fascinated as Squall arched once more off the bed, into his pumping hand as he spewed cum onto his chest. Cloud wanted to rush into the bedroom and lap at the sticky mess that dripped slowly downwards. Instead he stood motionless in the hallway as Squall cleaned up his mess with a discarded shirt that lay close by. The blonde stood there with a cup of cooling coffee in his hand as the burnet settled himself once more on the bed and snuggled into Cloud’s pillow. Cloud slowly entered the room, under the pretense of waking his friend for a day of hard labor.

Feeling somewhat energized, and vaguely ashamed of his actions, Leon breathed in Cloud’s scent which lingered on the pillow he had his face pressed into. The burnet did not hear the blond return. He felt the bed dip, as cool hand touched his abnormally hot shoulder, while a soft voice encouraged him to wake up and join the living. Leon sat up slowly, and blinked at the cup of coffee pressed into his hand by his blonde friend. He drank the much needed caffeine, as he watched Cloud busy himself around the room. This was unusual for Cloud, as he normally left their bedroom after waking. The blonde seemed somewhat more jittery than usual, and kept shooting covert glances at the burnet.

Cloud was feeling guilty for watching his friend during such a private moment, but he could not stop replaying the images of Squall masturbating in his mind. Cloud now knew what Squall’s face looked like when he climaxed, and that made those pesky dreams he habitually had, which involved the burnet that much more realistic. He knew that his dreams were going to revolve around those stimulating images tonight. Cloud was snapped out of his wool gathering by his fully dressed roommate, who was standing in front of him, staring at him intently.

“Cloud, we should go down to breakfast, we got a full day of work to start.” Leon stated to his absent minded friend, while brushing his shoulder length hair back from his face. Cloud simply nodded, and followed his leather clad friend from their room, his eyes drawn to the muscles which were smoothly moving under that tight white shirt Squall wore, and farther down to the ass encased in tight black leather. Cloud audibly gulped, as he imagined holding onto those slim hips, while he plunged his tongue in and out of that tight orifice, lewdly imitating what he wanted to do with his heavy erection.
Leon stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and turned to look at his oddly silent companion. Words were not a frequent occurrence in their friendship; they seemed able to communicate pretty well without them, relying heavily on body language and murmurs. This morning seemed off, the air around them strained with something, something that was always present, but much heavier this particular morning. Cloud avoided his eyes, and seemed to be blushing in the dim light. The blonde brushed past him silently, and walked to the breakfast table that was surrounded by their rowdy family. Cloud sat himself down between Axel and Riku, while Sora sat to Riku’s left and Roxas on Axel’s right. Riku and Sora seemed to be playfully bickering about who was the fastest runner, while the vibrant red headed Axel was whispering something in the small blonde’s ear, which was making him blush madly. Leon simply shrugged and smirking sat down next to Yuffie, who was whispering something to Aerith, which the older flower girl laughed about. On his other side was a sad eyed blonde who Leon did not know all that well, but considered part of his family.

Demyx had appeared several months after Axel and Roxas and seemed to be waiting for somebody. Roxas had confided to Leon that Demyx’s behavior was very unusual for him; he was a fun loving musician who loved to be near the water. Often one could find Demyx sitting by himself looking towards the horizon. Occasionally he left for several weeks at a time, only to return home even more disappointed than when he left. Roxas did not know who he was searching for, but Axel only smiled brightly and said that whoever it was, Demyx was sure to find him. At this point in their conversation, Roxas had hit Axel and demanded that ‘you damn Pyro tell me what you know!’ Axel had just laughed telling them that it wasn’t his story to tell. They had wandered off at the point, laughing and bickering. The bickering as much a part of them as the love they shared for each other.

Leon gazed at the other pair of lovers on the opposite side of Cloud. He was content knowing that they were together and happy. Sora and Riku had faced many obstacles in order to be together. It was obvious to anybody who looked at them that they were deeply in love with each other. Of all of Sora’s smiles, the one that was for Riku alone, was beautiful and awe inspiring. The way Riku often brushed his hand against Sora, as though proving to himself that the young man next to him was truly there. Like Roxas and Axel they playfully bickered, often inspired by their competitive natures. Though many of the people in the house believed it an impossibility, as Sora was playful and loud, he could sit silently and contemplative when and if the situation called for it. Leon had been with Cloud, practicing with their swords, when coming back they spotted the two young lovers sitting silently together watching the sunset. Sora had been in Riku’s lap, with the older of the two’s arms wrapped around his waist, Sora’s head nestled in the crook of Riku’s neck. The two older warriors had silently left, not wanting to disturb the poignant moment that had touched both of them.

Leon tore his gaze away from the two sets of lovers his bedmate had situated himself between, to look at the rest of his family. Cid was sitting at the head of the table, reading a newspaper while bickering with the hyper active ninja Yuffie. Cid had been somewhat secretive lately, often disappearing for hours at a time, before returning to the house relaxed and happy. Leon was almost positive that the older blonde had a lover somewhere close by. A hypothesis he had on more than one occasion shared with his roommate. Aerith was at the kitchen counter, humming while refilling the bowls of food the group went through in the morning. Tifa was helping her out, while joining in on Yuffie and Cid’s debate.

Leon smiled briefly, before turning his attention back to the spiky haired blonde who seemed to occupy his every thought, when he had a moment free. The same blonde who inspired every erotic dream Leon had since Cloud arrived to help the restoration committee a year ago. Cloud was staring at his plate, a preoccupied expression on his face. So out of it, he didn’t even notice Sora’s attempt to get his attention. When Riku elbowed him in the ribs, he finally looked up. “Hmm? What did you say?” he mumbled. The occupants at the table laughed, but were soon quieted by a knock at the front door. Demyx glanced up from his plate, a painfully hopeful expression on his face, while Aerith went to answer the summons. Unable to see who was at the door, those who remained at the table waited with abated breath, a weird tension enveloping the room, as quiet murmurs approached the kitchen.

Those who sat at the table did not really care who was at the door, they only hoped that it was the person that could make the sadness disappear from their newest family member’s eyes. Demyx while not cheerful was soft spoken and very sweet. He worked hard at the tasks assigned to him, and had quickly been accepted and loved by those around him. It hurt them to see him so sad, and the disappointment that came when the doorbell rang, or when he returned home alone was becoming too much for them to bear. Demyx sat quietly shaking, his eyes staring intently at the kitchen entryway. Everybody else alternated between staring at the young musician, the table and the doorway. Those staring at the table were scared of once again seeing that crippling disappointment in his eyes. Each time his eyes spoke of a heart breaking once more, of losing a shred of hope one small sliver at a time.

Those watching the door; Riku, Sora and Leon saw Aerith entering the room first, a slender male form following behind her silently. Those watching the young musician; Axel, Roxas and Cloud saw his eyes light up for the first time since he arrived alone, searching for Axel and Roxas. Those who were staring at the table; Cid, Tifa and Yuffie glanced up to see the most beautiful smile grace his lips. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Demyx stood abruptly, chair clambering noisily as it fell to the floor, and he swiftly crossed the room to the figure standing behind Aerith. Smiling brightly the flower girl moved once again towards the counter, allowing the rest of the occupants in the room to clearly see their visitor. A slender male, with hair so silver it appeared to be a shade of lavender hanging in his face, only one dark eye visible. He was approximately the same height as Demyx, and he looked upon the young musician as if he couldn’t believe he was really in front of him. Demyx fell into his waiting arms, dragging the slender man to the floor, as he cried and petted the man in front of him; as though to assure himself he was not dreaming a vivid dream.

“Zexy, I’ve been searching for you for so long.” Demyx cried softly into his would be lover’s neck. He looked up at his long lost friend, only to have his lips captured in a passion filled kiss. Demyx returned the kiss hungrily, pouring his unspoken love for the man in front of him, as well as his hopes for the future into the shared kiss. The tension which had enveloped the room since the doorbell rang, suddenly broke. Only happiness and relief remained in the room.

“Zexion.” Whispered Roxas, shocked to see his friend after such a long time. Axel grinned broadly; as he watched his two friends on the floor embrace. He had known for quite a while that his two friends were in love with each other. Demyx wore his heart on his sleeve. Zexion, who was usually so cool and composed had never been capable of hiding his emotions when it came to the energetic blonde, who had followed him around since their first meeting.

At the sound of the girls giggling, Cloud glanced up from the touching scene to find Squall staring at him. A small smile gracing the older man’s lips, as the shy blonde blushed once again. Cloud smiled softly at Squall, before turning his attention once more to the reunion on the floor. Cloud knew that like Demyx, if it was Squall who was lost, as Zexion had been, he would have continued to hope and search as well. He had slowly begun to accept several months ago, that he loved his best friend in a romantic way. He could not sleep in their shared bed if Squall was not in it. His warm presence seemed to thaw the ice around his heart that Cloud had acquired during his years alone. Cloud remained silent in his admiration and love for his friend; afraid of rejection, afraid of changing the bond that held them together not only as friends but as family. He also had no experience with love and romance; he had spent his life training and fighting. He like Squall watched the pairs of young lovers which brought life into their family with adoration, as well as a little bit of jealousy. He was not jealous of them and their love, per se, but jealous of how easily they show their love for their partners. He often wished he could crawl into Squall’s lap as easily as Sora crawled into Riku’s; resting his head against Squall’s broad chest, fingers intertwined. Once again he tore his gaze from the lovers on the floor to glance at Squall, only to find himself trapped in his grey eyes.

Demyx and Zexion soon came to their senses and realized that they were celebrating their reunion on the floor of the kitchen with a gaggle of people staring at them. Demyx removed himself from Zexion’s lap, never letting go of his hand, pulling the love of his life up off the floor. Zexion looked for the first time from Demyx to the rest of the occupants in the kitchen. There were three giggling women, an older blonde man who was grinning broadly, Riku and Sora who he was acquainted with, Axel and Roxas; whom he smiled briefly at, and two warriors who were staring at each other from across the kitchen table. Zexion read the situation quickly, and grinned at his musician. Demyx returned his smile, laid his head on the older man’s shoulder and introduced him to his family. “Everybody, I want to introduce you to Zexy. I hope you don’t mind, but he will be staying with me in my room from now on. I promise to feed him and take him for walks and everything.”

Everybody burst out laughing at Demyx’s declaration. “Honey, he’s more than welcome to stay. You don’t have to try to convince us.” Tifa laughed. “It’s nice to meet you Zexy; I hope you’ll let us know if you need anything.” Aerith added. Zexion nodded, and was quickly introduced to the inhabitants of the house he would be now living in. As soon as introductions were finished, Demyx began dragging the willing Zexion towards the room they would be sharing from now on. They did not make it very far, before Zexion trapped Demyx against a wall and began kissing the lips he missed for far too long. Demyx arched into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Zexion’s neck, lacing one hand into the silky silver strands. The musician opened his mouth to Zexion’s questing tongue, sucking on it erotically. Zexion groaned into Demyx’s mouth, before pulling away. “Oh gods, I’ve missed you so much Demyx.” Zexion whispered against the musician’s throat, as he began to nip at the exposed alabaster skin. “Me too…I love you so much…” moaned Demyx as hands began to explore under his simple blue t-shirt. Zexion pulled away once again, to look at his soon to be lover, “I love you to Demyx. I have loved you for such a long time.” Zexion murmured.