KH2 Yaoi Part 2

Else where…

Inspired by the passionate reunion they were lucky enough to witness, the inhabitants of the kitchen went their separate ways. Cid, whistling went out to his garage to play with his tools and gummi ship parts. Roxas grabbed Axel; this time what he whispered made the red head blush, and he dragged his little blonde off. Riku announced that he and Sora would be training, and not to bother them. Sora, who had an odd glint in his eyes when this was said, ran off to get his supplies. The three laughing women said that they were going to go have a day of beauty in their shared room, quickly departing the rapidly emptying kitchen; Aerith muttering something about hidden cameras before Tifa shushed her.

Cloud and Squall-Damn it-My name is Leon; sat at the kitchen table. With all the excitement the day had provided (private and public), both men were drained of their usual energy. They both knew what needed to be done around the house, and were not all that excited about starting their to-do list. The communal shower was their priority, and needed to be fixed that day, no matter what. “Why don’t we take Fenrir to the hardware store, to get the supplies we’ll need for the shower.” Suggested Cloud quietly to his bedmate. Leon nodded shortly, before draining the rest of his coffee and rising. They walked side by side to Cid’s garage, where Cloud kept his motorcycle. After they entered, they headed towards the back of the garage where Fenrir sat idly by, waiting for its master to return. As they turned the corner, Cloud slightly ahead of Leon, they heard a muffled groan and a man panting. Cloud paused and looked inquiringly up at Leon. As if to ask, “what do we do now?” Leon simply grinned and bumped his body into Cloud’s, as though to push him farther along the hall. “I wanna see who it is, don’t you?” He whispered to the hesitant blonde. Cloud cocked his head to the side, considering, before nodding, allowing Leon to push him further along with his body. They stopped a few inches from the cracked door and peered inside. Cloud still in front of Leon, his back pressed against the burnet’s muscled chest.

When Cloud gasped at the scene in front of him, Leon placed his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. A man with long dark hair was sitting in Cid’s roller chair, his legs spread wide to accommodate the blonde between them. Across the room, Cloud and Leon could see the blush spreading across the unknown male’s face, as he tangled his hand in Cid’s blonde locks. Cloud pressed back into Leon’s body, intrigued by the vision in front of him, but afraid of being caught. Cid was bobbing his head over the man’s cock, occasionally releasing it, to lick at the red tinged tip. The dark stranger tilting his head back, moaning as Cid continued his ministrations.

Leon had yet to remove his hand from Cloud’s mouth, and felt the slick velvet tongue that came out to wet those trapped lips. Instinctively Squall bucked into the hard body pressed into his; his erection pressed tightly into the crevice of Cloud’s ass. Cloud moaned into the hand over his mouth; and began undulating his hips at the feel of Squall’s erection. Lost in the moment, the scene before them and Cloud, Leon let the hand which was not clamped over the blonde’s mouth travel down to blue eyed man’s hip. His fingers caressing, slipping under the zipped sleeveless sweater the younger man wore. He pressed his hand against Cloud’s bare abdomen, as he began to rock his erection harder into Cloud’s clothed ass.

Cloud tilted his head back against Squall’s shoulder; one hand reaching up to tangle in his roommate’s dark hair, the other crept behind him to grip the burnet’s tight ass. He never took his eyes off the sight of Cid giving head to the dark stranger in front of him, but it was of little importance. In his mind, it was not Cid he was watching. He was watching himself giving head to the taciturn burnet behind him. Cloud was caught up in what his body was feeling, and the man behind him. He arched back into Squall’s touch, wanting more but unsure how to ask. He wanted that hand massaging his abdomen, lower, massaging a more sensitive part of his anatomy. Cloud moaned against the hand over his mouth, darting his tongue out to trace those rough fingers. Squall moaned against his ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below it. Cloud tilted his head farther back, wanting to feel those warm lips on more of his skin.

Abruptly Squall’s lips lifted from his throat, the same time his hand lifted off his mouth, the burnet muffling Cloud’s moans of loss with his mouth, pressing his lips softly to the cherry red lips he had craved for so long. Cloud, who had only shared the most innocent of kisses, opened his mouth shyly to Squall’s tongue. The brunet moaned into Cloud’s mouth, thrilled by the blonde’s subservience. He slowly plundered the sweet tasting cavern, running his tongue over teeth, and the roof of Cloud’s mouth. He pulled back slowly, glancing at the forgotten scene in front of them. “Cloud, watch what happens. Can you be quiet, or do you want my hand to cover your mouth?” Cloud let go of the chocolate locks, grabbing Squall’s hand and placing it over his mouth. He re-tangled his hand back into that long hair, eyes trained on the scene in front of them. Squall was once again nipping, this time at the soft skin of Cloud’s collarbone, his hand idly tracing patterns on the younger warrior’s flat abdomen. At the sensation, Cloud nipped at one of the fingers covering his mouth, lips pulling it into the wet cavern of his mouth. He began to imitate what was going on in front of them, sucking on the slender finger, tracing the tip with his tongue. Imagining it was Squall’s erection in his mouth, his red tinted head that he was sucking on, the thick shaft that he was massaging with his tongue.

The scene in front of them was coming to an end. The dark stranger was moaning Cid’s name and warning of his impending release, as the older blonde loosened the suction on his quivering cock, before releasing it with a soft pop. As the dark haired stranger came in spurts all over Cid’s face; Leon began whispering in Cloud’s ear. “If that was your dick in my mouth, I’d want to taste your cum; I would swallow it all.” Cloud moaned around the finger in his mouth, before lashing it with his tongue. Squall moaned softly before continuing. “I wouldn’t stop there; I would bury my cock deep inside you. I wouldn’t let you sleep all night. Do you want my cock inside you, Cloud?” The shaky blonde let the slippery finger slide out of his mouth; he turned his head and met Leon’s lips. He began rocking harder into the erection pressed against his ass. “Yes.” He murmured into Squall’s mouth.

“Cloud, we have to move, or they are going to know they had an audience.” Leon murmured to his companion. Cloud nodded shakily, allowing the older man to lead him to a dark corner. Cloud began to take deep breathes, trying desperately to calm his body. Squall placed him against the wall, his stormy grey eyes searching Cloud’s, before caging the blonde between his muscled arms. He leaned in slowly to gently kiss the younger and more sexually inexperienced man. Though gentle, their previous kisses had been filled with lust and need. This meeting of lips and tongues was as gentle, but conveyed a deeper meaning. It was still filled with lust and need, but also love, protectiveness, as well as possessiveness on both men’s parts. Cloud tangled his hands in to the mink colored hair of his soon to be lover, drawing him closer; not so much in need of friction, but in a desperate attempt to be as close as humanely possible, while still wearing their clothes. Trying to convey through his kisses and touches the emotions he would stumble over if he tried to put them into words.

“I don’t want our first time together to be rushed because we are afraid of getting caught, Cloud,” Leon whispered softly to the blonde man. “I want to taste you every where, so I am not going to **** you against this wall like a horny teenager. Although ****ing you against a wall would definitely be interesting at a later date, if you are willing of course.” Leon grinned while saying this, different from his more common smirk, it transformed his face. Cloud blushed at both the statement and the grin, but feeling bold, leaned closer to the burnet and whispered in his ear. “I want you Squall, anyway I can have you. Against a wall, in bed, in the shower; any position, anywhere, I want you.” Feeling playful and kittenish, Cloud punctuated this statement with a nip on Leon’s ear. At Cloud’s statement of need, Leon felt, for the first time in years, a blush cover his face.

“Then we continue this tonight.” Leon whispered, regretfully stepping away from his lover. “Yeah, we will.” Cloud returned, reaching up to kiss the brunet gently, before striding over to Fenrir. “You coming? We got a lotta work to do today.” Cloud teased the motionless man. Leon visibly shook the vision of blonde hair and blue eyes away, before simply nodding. “Your right, lots to get done, before…” Leon smirked, straddling the motorcycle, gripping Cloud’s hips gently. Cloud simply pulled his sunshades down, covering his enigmatic eyes, before leaning forward slightly to grip the handles of his beloved motorcycle. His ass coming into direct contact with Leon’s leather encased erection. Leon groaned loudly at the sensation against his already sensitive flesh. Cloud turned his head, to look at the burnet, grinning said, “It’s going to be a long day lover, better get comfortable,” before speeding off into the mid morning light.
Chapter Two: Lunch

Leon was dying one slow mile at a time. The vibrations of Fenrir were playing havoc with his overly sensitive…hormones. The trip to the hardware store had passed quickly, his mind in a daze over this morning’s events. The passionate reunion between Demyx and Zexion, seeing Cid’s mystery lover; and most pressing matter on his mind (and groin) was Cloud’s reaction to his advances.

While Cloud was in no way innocent, he had been a mercenary and a SOLDIER; Leon had always known that the younger man was somewhat naive when it came to sexual matters; the blonde had never seemed to pick up on his subtle advances. Leon praised the gods for placing them in a situation to observe Cid and his mystery lover’s interaction; which seemed to be the catalyst to unlocking the amorous side of Cloud’s personality.

This day was starting out splendidly. His roommate had somehow become a willing and eager lover; however the trip back to the house he and Cloud shared with the rest of the Restoration Committee seemed to be taking way too damn long. And on top of that, he couldn’t **** Cloud when they got there. They had to fix the bloody shower; both of them together, in a tight enclosed space, bodies rubbing together, while they twisted to find the perfect position…to fix the shower. Oh bloody hell the blonde was right; it was going to be a long day.

Cloud grinned at Leon’s muffled groan. He knew what was plaguing the burnet, as he could still feel it pressed against the curve of his ass. He wasn’t faring much better, every time Squall shifted, to relieve pressure, Cloud had to concentrate twice as hard on the road, as not to crash Fenrir. Squall had looked so dazed at the hardware store; his long mink colored hair in disarray, due to Cloud’s hands and the wind, his lips bruised, his hands fisted at his sides, his storm colored eyes dark and hooded. It had taken all of Cloud’s self control not to molest him right there, in aisle three. He had to ask Squall three times what exactly they needed to fix the shower before the burnet had even heard him. Cloud had to fight back the moan that threatened to spill out of his throat, when Squall shifted again, rubbing his hard cock against his ass. He was going to wreck Fenrir if this delightful torture kept up.

Cloud wished they could simply shrug off the responsibilities they had, and continue were they left off in the garage. Thinking about the events in the garage, brought a smirk to the blonde’s face. He couldn’t believe that Vincent was back and apparently in a relationship with grumpy Cid. The dark haired berserker had always been an enigma, and secretive as all hell, so he was not surprised that nobody but Cid knew he was here. He wondered briefly who was in charge of their relationship, before pushing the somewhat disturbing thought from his mind. He didn’t really want to have images of Cid getting ****ed by Vincent in his mind while dealing with a raging erection. That of course is not to say that he didn’t enjoy the situation he had found himself in earlier. It’s only that Cid and Vincent had been incidental; it had been Squall, standing behind him, touching him, dominating him that had been so damn erotic and stimulating. Cloud seemed to be finding himself in a voyeuristic position all morning long, and he had enjoyed every single moment of both experiences.

Cloud heard Squall sigh in relief as they finally pulled up to the house. Rather than pull into the garage as he normally would do, he parked outside. Unsure whether he would be able to control himself from pushing Squall up against that wall and begging him right there for his cock to be inside of him, pounding into him. Oh gods, he had to think of something repulsive, so that he could walk into the house without embarrassing himself. He tried to remember that humiliating experience of dressing in drag, only to imagine Squall lifting that skirt, peeling down those silk underwear he had been forced into…Okay new thought…Something non-sexual…

Leon, unwound himself from Cloud, dismounting the motorcycle, before stretching briefly. He quirked an eyebrow at Cloud’s red face, before squatting and unpacking the purchases from the hardware shop. Now that his body was not in such close contact with the blonde’s lithe body, he felt a bit calmer, as long as he could keep his mind and body distracted from what they had done earlier, and what they planned to do later. In all honesty, he wanted to declare today a bloody holiday, and spend it celebrating in the most physical of ways; namely finding out how many times Cloud and him could have hot, sweaty sex before depleting all their energy. But if they wanted a shower or bath after all that hot, sweaty sex they had to fix the damn shower, as soon as possible.

Cloud dismounted Fenrir, glancing down at the man unpacking the parcels needed to for their “do-it-yourself-home-repair.” ‘No dirty thoughts’ he repeatedly chanted to himself as he watched the long legged burnet stand. He slowly slid closer to his friend, to take half the heavy load, carrying it into the house. To their mutual surprise, Aerith, Tifa and Yuffie were already in the kitchen working on lunch. The clock on the wall was a shock; it was already 11:30 am. Where had the morning gone?

The three women were chatting about what they had done during the morning. They had started a day-of-beauty, all three had fresh pedicures, while Tifa and Aerith had creative henna tattoos on their hands; something that few people in the house believed the young ninja had the patience to master. They were playfully fighting over which movie they wanted to watch that night, torn between a favored classic: Pride and Prejudice or a newly released film that none of them had ever seen, Holiday. Tifa broke up Aerith and Yuffie’s argument, by suggesting they watch Beautiful Thing, at which both bickering women immediately agreed would be a wonderful movie to watch.

Cid was still *cough* in the garage, none of the girls had seen him since breakfast. Axel and Roxas were still enclosed in their room, where they had been since this morning. Demyx and Zexion were snuggled up on the couch together, catching up and making out. Sora and Riku were outside sparring somewhere. Aerith then asked Cloud and Leon to either go fetch Cid from the garage, at which both Cloud and Leon flushed heavily at the prospect of doing; or go and remind Riku and Sora that it was time for lunch.
Both Cloud and Leon agreed to go and get Sora and Riku for lunch; Leon gruffly warning Yuffie to call Cid on his communicator, so that she didn’t get snapped at for disturbing the crotchety mechanic. The two warriors passed the two lovers on sofa on their way out the door, Demyx had apparently wore out his inexhaustible energy source, and was asleep cuddled in Zexion’s lap. Zexion was awake, staring softly at the young musician in his lap, with a small, content smile. Zexion was feeling for the first time since he had been separated from Demyx, like he was home; even though he was living in a house full of strangers, friends and acquaintances. He had come to this place because he had heard that Roxas and Axel were living here, and thought they might have had some clue to where Demyx was. The lavender haired man had never thought he would find his musician in this place. He softly petted the blonde hair in his lap, happy that his journey was over, and he was once again reunited with his love.

Once outside, Cloud and Leon agreed it would be much quicker to walk over to the sparring grounds, to remind the young keyblade master and his lover that it was time for lunch. Once they were out of sight, Cloud reached down and snagged Leon’s hand to hold. A surprised Squall glanced over to see the blonde giving him a shy smile, and looking up at him from underneath his long eyelashes. The burnet smiled back, and gently tightened his hold on Cloud’s battle hardened hand, a warm feeling flooding his chest. The contact was not initiated because of lust or need, but more complex and confusing emotions. Leon knew that Cloud was not trying to start something, that they had no hopes of finishing right now, but was simply physically expressing the emotions; neither man was adept at expressing verbally.

They were the same emotions that caused Cloud to unconsciously curl himself around Leon while they slept. This was one of the reasons Squall always woke before the blue eyed blonde. The first night it happened, a sleeping Cloud had snuggled himself closer and closer to the amused burnet; before wrapping his muscled arms around his waist and buried his spiky blonde head against the firm chest of a very shocked Leon. As he had looked at the blonde curled around him, he had the felt those first inklings of warmth in his heart. As time passed, those inklings had bloomed into emotions that he had been sure he would never feel again; love, affection and trust. Leon had spent that first night awake, observing his slumbering bedmate, noting how innocent and childlike he looked while sleeping. When morning dawned, Leon untangled their limbs, and got out of bed. He had been scared that Cloud would deliberately distance himself from him, as was his typical response to affection shown towards him; if he awoke cuddled in his friend’s arms.

As time passed, the night time snuggling and early morning extraction became a ritual. Leon remained quiet about the affection and trust his friend bestowed on him unconsciously, and soon he was unable to sleep in their bed if the blonde was not in it with him. Squall had his very own Cloud shaped teddy bear kept away the loneliness and guilt that the nights used to bring.

Of course his heart was not the only thing affected by this night time ritual. Early morning masturbation became also became a habit. Leon had had erotic dreams about Cloud before they became bedmates, and these became exaggerated by the cuddling sessions. He often would awake hard, moaning while feeling disgusted with himself for turning something innocent into something sordid…Until the morning he had woken up to find a slumbering Cloud pressing his erection into his abdomen.

As the two men passed the empty storage shed that was behind the sparring field, they were presented with an image neither man needed to see, ever; but especially after a morning of stimulation and self denial. It was obvious to both men that the gods were tempting them, and ****ing with their already shaky control.

Sora and Riku’s competitive nature had led them down a drastically different path than where it had been this morning. Rather than sparring with each other, they seemed to be testing each other’s endurance in other ways. Their weapons were discarded on the soft green grass the young warriors were making hot, sweaty sex on. Both teenagers were stripped of their clothes and were panting heavily. Sora was on his hands and knees, sobbing for Riku to take him already. Riku ignored the request, as he thrust his tongue deeper into Sora’s puckered entrance. He must have done something truly amazing with his tongue, because the cinnamon haired teen began screaming his name and words which nobody would believe the spiky haired youth knew.

As if he realized Sora was about to lose it, Riku swiftly removed his tongue, licking his lips briefly before filling Sora with his dripping cock. The younger of the two teens screamed in ecstasy as the platinum haired teen gripped his girlish hips tightly, before pulling back until only his red, engorged head remained inside the quivering teen and plunging back in. Sora arched his back and quickly matched the furious pace that his lover set. Growling softly, Riku leaned over and bit the younger man on the nape of his neck, marking his lover for all to see, before gently lapping at the bite mark with his wet velvet tongue.

Leon wanted to pound his head into the rickety storage shed beside him. How much more was he expected to take today? They couldn’t just go back to the house; Aerith would question them as to why the teens weren’t with them. He couldn’t just tell her that they had found them ****ing on the sparring field could he. He was tempted to just take Cloud where they stood, only the desire to make their first time as special as possible kept him from jumping the spiky haired blonde. He wanted to be able to take his time, to taste and savor, not just a frenzied **** against a wall. Leon let go of Cloud’s hand, to lean against the shed. When he closed his eyes it was Cloud on his hands and knees begging him to take him harder and faster, as his fingers gripped those slim hips and slammed into them rapidly. His erection that he had finally succeeded in willing away was coming back in full force.
When Leon leaned back against the wall with his stormy grey eyes closed, Cloud followed pressing his body tightly against his. The blonde fumbled with the many belts holding up the older man’s pants before getting them undone. Leon opened his eyes, “Cloud...” he murmured weakly. “Shh, it’s okay. We can stand here waiting until they finish, then go back home to masturbate as soon as possible or I can do it right here for you.” Cloud whispered as he pushed Squall’s pants down to his thighs. He grinned weakly; he always suspected the burnet didn’t wear underwear with his leather.

Leon reached up to stroke Cloud’s silky hair when the blonde grabbed his hand and placed it over his head. He reached down and placed the burnet’s other hand over his head as well. “I want you to stay like this; don’t move your hands or I will stop.” Cloud whispered harshly against Leon’s ear. Leon moaned softly in agreement, a dominating Cloud was as much of a turn on as a submissive one. Cloud leaned in closer to Leon, kissing him softly on the lips, allowing his clothed erection to brush against Leon’s bare cock; both men hissing softly at the sensation. Cloud ran his tongue softly over the seam of Leon’s lips, gently asking for permission to enter the moist cavern of the burnet’s mouth. Squall opened his mouth slowly, dazed by the dichotomy of the dominating demand and the gentle kiss. As Cloud’s tongue slipped into his open mouth, the blonde trailed his fingers from the burnet’s shoulder, down to his peaked nipple.

Leon arched into the soft touch at his nipple, gasping frantically as the blonde fingers flicked and twisted it gently. The seeking fingers left his nipple to trail down his hard abdomen, stopping there to draw designs on the quivering flesh. Leon moaned softly into their kiss, his hips undulating rapidly. Cloud broke their kiss, as his cool hand wrapped itself around the burnet’s hard cock.

The blonde nipped Leon’s ear, before whispering, “I want to be on my hands and knees, with you taking me from behind like that. Maybe not our first time or our second time, but I want you to pound into me like Riku is doing with Sora. I use to fantasize about you taking me that way. I would lie in bed at night, touching myself, as I imagined it was you stroking my cock, dreaming that you would throw me down and **** me.” Cloud began stroking the silky hardness; spreading the pre-cum leaking out of the tip; as he continued, “I want to take you that way too. Can you imagine how it would feel, Squall, to have my cock so deep inside of you? Have you ever wondered?” As he questioned his lover, Cloud’s grip tightened slightly on the quivering cock in his hand, giving the burnet the friction he needed as his hips pumped into that hand.

“Ngh…Yes…” Leon whispered. A rapidly paced montage of Cloud bending him over the kitchen table, his tongue plunging in and out of his puckered entrance, while Leon screamed himself hoarse were replaced with that lithe body covering him, ****ing him senseless; ran through his boggled mind. His hips arched harshly up to meet that gentle hand that was pumping his cock fiercely. “Oh gods Cloud; I want you deep inside of me, almost as much as I want to be inside you, hammering against your sweet spot, while you scream my name. Marking you, making you mine; erasing all doubts from anybody’s…everybody’s mind…you belong to me.” Leon panted loudly so close to his impending release.

Cloud kissed Leon softly on the lips, disengaging before the kiss could become heated. “Then I want you to open your eyes, and keep them open.” The blonde murmured in the shaky burnet’s ear. Leon slowly opened his eyes, his balls tightening, warning him that he was going to cum at any moment. He looked into the deep blue eyes of the man pressed against him. The almost tactile feeling that occurred when their eyes met was as stimulating as the hand moving over his cock. He came hard, arching into Cloud’s body; their gaze never breaking. The tension holding the burnet’s body up slowly leaking from him; Cloud’s body was the only thing keeping him standing at the moment. Cloud raised his hand, covered in warm viscous fluid, slowly laving at the evidence of Leon’s passion; his eyes never straying from those stormy grey eyes. Leon’s eyes darkened slightly, as he leaned forward slightly to taste himself on Cloud’s wicked tongue.

The blonde moaned into the kiss as he loosened his grip on the hands he had handcuffed above the burnet’s head. The moment his hands were free from their flesh prison, Leon wrapped his arms around his lover, pulling him closer, as he nipped at the blonde’s full lower lip. Panting, Cloud pulled away slightly to glance at the forgotten sparring field and their young comrades. “It looks like they’ve finished. We should get back to the house before Tifa comes looking for us; or worse they send Yuffie.” Cloud murmured.

“You didn’t…” Leon countered, more than eager to reciprocate. Cloud shook his head regretfully, “We don’t have time. And I want what you offered this morning; I want your mouth on me. If we start that now, I will want everything…So I’ll wait until tonight.” Cloud whispered; blush once again spreading across his creamy smooth skin. He slowly pulled the leather pants around the burnet’s thighs up, buckling all three belts; before reluctantly stepping away. “Go call them, make sure they are decent, and I’ll be alright in a couple of minutes.” Cloud murmured. He leaned against the wall; slowly willing his erection to subside; he didn’t want to cum until Leon’s mouth was on him, or better yet his long, thick cock…Okay not helping…Once again thinking non-sexual thoughts… Spiders aren’t sexual…He imagined the largest, ickiest spider imaginable. It must have worked, because when Squall came back with their two satisfied friends, he was at least presentable.

“Come on you two, the girls made a huge lunch. They said something about it being special.” Leon growled at his adopted brothers, as they made their way swiftly back to the house. As predicted, lunch was on the table, the three girls once again giggling as they talked about the night they had planned. Axel and Roxas were sitting at the table looking bright eyed and dewy cheeked. Demyx and Zexion still in their own private world; gazing at each other softly as though they both feared if they took their eyes off the other for one moment, their lover would once again disappear. Cid was sitting at the head of the table, looking relaxed yet grumpy, as he demanded lunch be served; cause damn it, he had a lot of shit to get done in the garage.

The two pairs of lovers seated themselves at the table, before an uncharacteristically playful Cloud decided to impishly stir things up a bit. “Cid, isn’t Vincent coming to lunch today?” Cloud asked the older blonde, who had frozen at the mention of the berserker’s name. “Ehh?” The grumpy mechanic muttered. “I could have sworn I saw him in the garage, while getting Fenrir.” Cloud quipped, shooting a sidelong glance at the smirking burnet, beside him. “Vinnie’s here?!” shrieked Yuffie. “Where is he? Cid go get him, it’s been forever since we’ve seen the grumpy old sour puss!” She jumped up, searching behind Cid, as though the dark haired man was hiding in his shadow. Shooting a heated glare at Cloud, Cid stood abruptly, before heading through the kitchen door. The occupants at the table could hear his muffled shout, “Vincent…Get Your Ass…the jig is up…Damn Spiky Haired…Come on…Everybody wants to…Oh shut up…Your suppose to the king of STEALTH…” Cid stomped back into the kitchen grumbling, as the red caped man swirled around him.

Yuffie, Tifa and Aerith jumped on the raven haired man, as soon as he stopped his swirling. The silent, enigmatic man looked to be suffering through the torments of the damned, as he was kissed, hugged and lectured by the three giddy women. Soon he was seated at the table between a hyper Yuffie and a still lecturing Tifa, in a chair that a grinning Axel had pulled from the living room. Vincent shot a look of deep hatred towards the laughing spiky haired blonde, who had blown his cover. As the former Avalanche members caught up, Leon sat back and observed his young lover. When he truly felt comfortable with the people around him, Cloud loosened up and set the burdens which always seemed to plague away.

However lunch was over too soon. As much as they would like to continue this second unexpected reunion with their dark friend and comrade, they had work that had to be done. Or at least Cloud and Leon had work to finish today. Axel, Sora, Roxas and Riku cleared the table and began on the dishes, as the three women started to drag Vincent to their room; talking about henna tattoos, and hair braiding. Vincent shot a helpless look over his shoulder at his blonde lover, silently begging him to intervene; before he had to shoot the three chattering women. Cid seemed to have recovered his composure, cause he simply stated, “It was your idea to keep it a secret, you moron.” Everybody who heard the comment laughed, as they cleared the room. Cloud and Leon slowly trudging up to the bloody bathroom, which housed the shower/bath that needed fixing; with each step they took, it seemed to shrink in dimension; before resembling (in their minds) the smallest room that ever existed inside the size challenged Wonderland. The day was almost half over, and Cloud had been correct in his earlier statement. It was going to be a long ****ing day.