Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Square-Enix.

Pairing: SnowxHope.

Warning: Contain Yaoi!

Sorry for the short hiatus in fanfiction writing. I was in France, studying french for a month. However, I did manage to find some time to write this chapter despite taking a grammar/oral and A Middle Ages and Renaissance literature classes from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. My brain was mentally exhausted. To add to my torture, I had to read old oeuvres like Song of Roland and Christian And Iseut. But I have to say, I really enjoyed my stay in France. It's really a beautiful country.

So here is the sequel of Only You. This time however the story will be a little darker and angst. This story took place after three months after the fall of Cocoon. Final Fantasy XIII-2 does not exist in this story. Old and familiar faces will make a surprise appearance. And do not be swayed because of some fluff.

Summary: Following the event of the fall of Cocoon, surviving in Oerba seemed like the Cocoon's heroes less problem when a new threat calling himself the Necromancer suddenly appeared.

Edited by LightPhantom742.

Chapter 1: A World Reborn

"Where am I?" Hope whispered standing alone on a beach. He was surrounded by darkness, though it wasn't the same darkness that came during night. Everything was grey; the clouds, the sky, the water, and the sand. He didn't like it. There was no color in this world and it was unnerving him. "Is anyone here? Snow? Dad? Light? Anybody?" Hope began to panic. He was alone and the eerie atmosphere was making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"The Evil, it will return." A voice suddenly whispered.

Hope's eyes widened in utter shock when he heard the voice of a familiar young woman. He quickly spun around, seeing Vanille standing behind him. His heart suddenly squeezed tightly, making it unbearable to breath as a wave of nostalgia attacked his form. There was a strange glow emitting around the older girl and Hope watched incredulously as the girl walked past him, her gaze transfixed on the dull horizon. "Vanille!" Hope called out worriedly and the girl stopped.

"Hope... I'm sorry." Vanille said sullenly, her gaze finally turning to the silver-haired teen.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"A terrible Omen. A malice of an ancient horror. It's coming." Vanille answered sadly.

"I-I don't understand. What is coming?" Hope asked. His eyes wide and large, never breaking its gaze from the older girl. They were searching, desperately confused.

"You'll see soon enough." After those words, a burst of light suddenly appeared on the horizon. The ray of light reached to the sky, driving the clouds away. A strange force swept across the him, a tingling sensation that made his skin crawl. The wind inexplicably started to pick up and the ocean waves became restless. Hope could feel his heart rate quicken. Something was happening and he didn't have a clue.

"Vanille? What's happening?" Hope asked, turning his attention back to the young Pulsian woman. His green orbs widened in fear when he saw his best friend walking into the grey and restless waters. "Wait! Vanille." He yelled out in desperation. He ran after the girl, calling her name out repeatedly. "Don't go!" He didn't want the girl to go away again. The tides were rough pushing him back before forcefully pulling him deeper and deeper into the sea until he could no longer feel the ground beneath his feet. The next thing he knew air wasn't going into his lungs. He was drowning and as he tried to gasp for breath he only ended up swallowing salt water. Panic swept across his body as he tried kicking his feet but kept sinking.

"Hope!"

Hope's eyes snapped open, finally gasping for air. The room was dim with only the stream of lights filtering through the single window. His body was drenched in sweat, his breathing was ragged and his hands were slightly shaking with fear. His heart was beating frantically against his chest. He felt an arm snake under his back before he was lifted onto Snow's lap. His eyes were glancing around the room, still under the spell of his dream.

"It was only a nightmare." Snow whispered seeing the panic and frightened look in those green orbs. He began running circles in his lover's back to calm the teen's distress, and it seemed to work when Hope's breathing started to quell and the boy began lightly humming. He lay back on the bed with his lover sprawled over his stomach. However he didn't fall back asleep yet. He would wait until he could chase away the shadows lurking in every corner of Hope's head before he would sleep again. However, it seemed getting Hope to sleep was the least of his worries when the boy sat up on the edge of the bed and stared mindlessly at the window.

"Was it that bad?" Snow asked leaning upward on his elbows, but his lover only glanced at him for a second before turning back to gaze at the window. He could hear the gears of wheel slowly turning in Hope's head. Snow sighed, scratching the back of his head knowing that the teen was thinking too deeply about the dream. "You know that communication is vital in a relationship?"

"I saw Vanille." Hope said broodingly.

"Ohh..." Snow said, a frown appearing on his face. Even though it had been over three months he still missed Vanille's cheerful disposition. He couldn't imagine the pain Hope was experiencing; after all Hope and Vanille were close friends, or maybe closer like brother and sister. "C'mon let's go back to sleep." Snow advised. They would sleep and wake up, forgetting this night. It would just be in the past.

"I can't sleep. My conscious are wide awake now." Hope whined, and then the blond grinned while wrapping his hands around the teen, drawing their bodies closer.

"Maybe I need to tire you out to get you to sleep?" Snow whispered huskily in Hope's ear, nibbling in on the sensitive flesh. Hope gasped in his hold, shuddering. The teen then made an attempt to push him away, glaring at him.

"Now is not a good time. I am not in the mood." Hope grunted, but Snow was left unfazed. Although he had known almost everything about Snow throughout their journey together saving Cocoon, there was one thing Hope had learned being with the blond over the past month. Snow was a horny beast; sexually active day and night. He could only ponder if the man had had sex with his previous endeavor like this or was it just him?

"But we haven't done it in a while." Snow whined stressing the word a while meaning three days and that simply wouldn't do. He continued to kiss Hope's neck before leaving a trail of love marks over his right shoulder and down his shoulder blade. He grinned predatorily when he saw Hope's breathing hitch. His hands slithered down Hope's back, quickly cupping the milky ass hidden under pajamas. Hope made a groan sound which only caused Snow's pants to become tighter. Snow admitted that he had his share of fun when he was in school, but with Hope, this was something meaningful. He never had someone who would wholeheartedly offer themselves to him and him alone. Hope was devoted to him and that was enough to make the boy special to him.

"My dad is sleeping... one floor below us." Hope hissed, starting to slightly pant. He tried again to push the man away but his attempt only ended with him under the blond who was doing a marvelous jobs leaving a giant hickey on his neck. A moan quickly slipped from his lips when Snow's lips trailed downward and bit down on his right nipple, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue.

"Just try not to moan like a banshee as you usually do then." Snow said smugly. He continued moving his lips down the stomach and sucking on the teen's hip, but unfortunately he didn't hear anything from his lover. He glanced up seeing Hope trying to stay indifferent with his face slightly flushed. His lips curled upward. "Trying to resist me? Huh... Don't worry. I'll get you hot and eagerly yearning in mere seconds."

"You're such a narciss- mmph..." A pair of hot lips quickly shut Hope up. And for the next thirty minutes, the bedroom was filled with moans and ragged breathing which Hope admitted that he could not vehemently deny.

The sun had yet to scratch the horizon when Snow lazily opened his blue eyes. He yawned, stretching his muscular arm over his head only to hit the wall before returning back and wrapping it around the lithe and warm body sprawled over his chest and stomach. Hope's face was only an inch away, sleeping on the single pillow. His body was stiff like a rock due to the constraints of sharing a twin bed for the past several days. He wanted to adjust his position, resting on his side, but that was impossible to do without waking Hope. Snow ran his hands through those soft silver locks, receiving an approval humming sound from his lover. He leaned down, giving Hope a quick kiss on his temple. His eyes turned toward the single window, seeing rays of light piercing through the lucid glass. Snow knew if he didn't try to get up now, there was no chance he will get to work on time. Snow slowly and carefully raised himself on his elbows, only to have two slender arms pulling him back down on the bed.

"Snow, don't!" He heard an objective whine coming from his young partner.

Snow chuckled when he saw two gorgeous green orbs fighting to open. He had bitten the everlasting and sweet fruit, and now he couldn't help but want more of the taste every day. "Did I wake you up?" Hope didn't say anything. The teen just buried his face in the crook of his neck, avoiding the sunlight that slowly started to illuminate the dark room. "Hope, I can't get to work if you don't move."

"B-But today is Saturday. Why do you have to work today? Can't we stay in bed for the rest of the day instead?"

"I'm up for the idea, but your father has a high expectation of me to be at work." Snow stated with a sigh. Although he felt a bit at ease after last night's engagement had washed away Hope's nightmares. At least he had found a way to deal with his lover's problem. His hands glided down Hope's back.

"Snow!" Hope groaned.

"What Babe?" Snow muttered innocently, firmly cupping two globe cheeks.

"Not now. I am still sore from last night." Hope hissed with a permanent blush on his face.

"You know I love it when you beg." Snow purred.

"And whose fault do you think that is?" Hope glared.

Snow rose up from his elbows. "Not mine. You're the one who kept moaning 'more' and 'more'." Snow whispered in Hope's ears. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground next to the bed. "Yeah! Yeah! I know when to take a joke." Snow stood up, grinning. He stretched and walked into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, starting his usual morning routine.

Bliss was the feeling Hope felt when waking up in the morning beside the blond. He sighed, curling deeper under the warm blanket trying to keep warmth that preoccupied his bed a moment ago in. He didn't fall asleep, but lay silently under the covers, listening to the footsteps walking around the small bathroom. He had never envisioned a life with a partner before and Snow Villiers only made his life worth living more. Despite the change of circumstance to his life, living on Gran Pulse with Snow Villiers had to be the best thing that had ever happened to him. There were many hardships adjusting to their new life, but with Snow beside him, watching over and caring for him, life comes one step at a time. Soon, the footsteps reentered the bedroom before descending downstairs. Hope tried to sleep again, but the brightness surrounding him and the birds chirping outside the window were enough to keep his eyelids from closing. He made a grunted sound before throwing the warm blanket off his body and entering the bathroom to start his morning rituals. His green orbs drew to the mirror seeing the essences of the previous night's strenuous activities on his body. Snow really didn't hold back and the man was like a starving animal, devouring him like a juicy watermelon. The man seemed to live off having sex with him. Primarily, sex was one way to express their intimate feeling for each other. Hope blushed at the thought of how much feelings Snow does show towards him. The evidences were clearly on him. Truthfully, Hope was surprised and concerned that his father didn't wake from the noise from their post-night romp.

Ten minutes later, Hope stepped out from the bathroom, still dressed in his pajamas, only to stop when he smelled something in the air. He turned toward the door when he heard footsteps quickly climbing the stairs only to see a topless Snow carrying a plate with scrambled eggs, fried bacon and toast along with a glass of orange juice. "You made me breakfast, Snow?" Hope asked whimsically, starting to salivate. It was usually the other way around since his cooking lessons with Lebreau were starting to pay off.

"Don't expect much. This is the height of my cooking knowledge." Snow said mirthfully, taking a seat on the floor bracing his back against the bed. He gestured with his hands to the space between his spread out legs. The teen willingly took a seat, bracing against his chest. He reached over his shoulders onto the bed, grabbing the blanket which he then wrapped around himself and Hope before placing the warm plate on the teen's laps. "I made sure to leave some for your father on the kitchen table but I didn't see him anywhere." Snow informed, trying to score some points with Bartholomew.

"Where did you get the orange juice?" Hope asked.

"There was a sack of oranges on the table. So I squeezed some then added sugar and water."

"Thanks. This feels nice."

"Get used to it Babe. I live only to spoil you and make you happy." Snow leaned down, kissing his lover's neck down to his shoulder.

"Ahem..." Someone coughed, wanting the attention of the two males in the cocoon-wrapped blanket.

Both Snow and Hope flinched, their bright and glowing emotions across their face faltered from the unexpected presence in the room. They turned and saw Hope's father standing at the door, his eyes squinted at the blond. Snow tightened the hold on his lover as Hope braced back closer to Snow. The relationship between the older man and Snow was still a strain, but for the past few weeks the tension seemed to lessen a bit, knot by knot miraculously.

"You stayed the night again, I assume." Bartholomew said, scratching the back of his head. He tried to remain calm, chanting a mantra in his head to distract his thoughts before he could wonder at the sight before him. He could only hope that his son at least had underwear on under the blanket. Hope looked happy, and that's all that mattered. He walked in the bathroom, grabbing the necessary items for his morning rituals before leaving the room.

"Mr. Estheim, sir!" Snow called out, munching on a piece of toast. "There is breakfast on the kitchen table for you."

Bartholomew eyed the blond and then gave an approval nod. Before he could convey his gratitude, there came several harsh knocks pounded on the front door accompanied by the frantic cries of Ms. Merry, a middle-aged woman living across from the Estheim house.

"Bartholomew! Come see this quickly!" Ms. Merry's voiced resonated through the house.

Both Snow and Hope blinked at the middle-aged man in the room, watching the man with an intrigued gaze at the sudden unexpectedness. The man walked out the room, his footsteps echoing with each step down the stairs. Curious, Hope stood up and walked to the window. There were people gathering on the street like moths around a fire, but the people were frolicking around for another reason than their usual daily tasks. The crowd of people was muttering to themselves while staring in the direction of the Steppe.

"So what is causing this sudden panic?" Hope looked over his shoulder seeing Snow standing behind him. He didn't realize the man was beside him the entire time.

"Let's go see." Hope said. They quickly threw on their individual shirts and exited the building. They entered the crowd, approaching Bartholomew who was surrounded by people asking questions. Ms. Merry was standing beside him, dressed in white pants with a sea green ruffle shirt which was mostly covered by a white apron. If Hope would have guessed he would've said that the woman was baking a pie due to the strong odor of sweet apricot fruit mandating from her body.

"Dad, what's going on?" Hope asked.

Bartholomew turned to his son and his blond-haired boyfriend standing behind him. He gave them a perceptible and concerned look before turning his eyes south of Oerba.

Snow blinked, confused from the older man's gesture. He shifted his gaze to the south before he narrowed his eyes at the sight; a large ominous cloud was spreading through the sky. It was moving toward Oerba at a fast rate. At this time, the crowd fell silent, watching with unwavering interest at the strange occurrence.

"Those clouds are moving fast." Bartholomew stated, gaining eyes from the crowd.

"No…" Hope muttered, stealing the gazes surrounding his father. "Clouds don't move that quickly. It looks more like wings flapping."

"Are you sure?" Bartholomew asked his son with uncertainty.

"Hope's eyes are… particular." Snow said with a grin. "He has this sixth sense; seeing and perceiving imminent dangers. You could call it a very strong instinct."

Bartholomew gazed at his son with widened eyes. He never knew Hope had this talent, but as he continued gazing into the light-emerald orbs which were staring at the scene, Bartholomew could only ponder if his deceased wife had had this same gift. Everyone did say that Hope took after his mother. Seconds' later people could discern that the cloud was a flock of Wyverns. Panic and fear swept through some of the people's faces while others like a certain silver-haired teen stared with irrelevance at the scene.

"They're coming to attack us!" A man's voice suddenly yelled.

"Everyone! Back to your homes." Bartholomew advised, before a panic could break out.

"No." Hope spoke out as a few eyes nearby fell on him. "They are not going to harm us."

"Are you sure?" Snow turned to ask his little lover.

"They are frightened." Hope informed the crowd. "Just watch."

Snow watched as the group of new Gran Pulse inhabitants looked on in anticipation as the flock of Wyverns approached. Some people, still fearing for their lives, took shelter under their house, watching from the door or through the windows. Snow reached his hands out, wrapping them around his lover's shoulders. A few people were taking one or two steps back out of fear when the Wyverns started to fill the blue sky. In a flash, everyone held their breath as the blue sky over their heads was swarmed with Wyverns. Snow watched in reverence with a similarly astonished facial expression as those of the surrounding people, not blinking a wink at the phenomenon that was transpiring above Oerba. To his relief, Snow was happy to see that the creatures did not attack the village. However, there was a kindle of anxiety rising in his chest. It was exactly what his lover had said. These Wyverns were running away from something. Possibly something terrible. They watched in silence until the flying creatures disappeared in the distance.

"What are they so spooked about?" Bartholomew said apprehensively, while the crowd remained quiet. Everyone was still dazed from the incident.

"I recognized those species. Those are the Wyverns that live around the Steppe." Snow said.

"Mr. Estheim, Sir!" A male soldier clothed in familiar Guardian Corps attires quickly broke through the cluster of people. All eyes turned to the panting soldier standing before Bartholomew.

"What is it?" Bartholomew asked hastily.

"All contact with the excavation team under the command of Mr. Kaztroy and Ms. Farron in the Subterra Mines was lost two hours ago!" The soldier informed as multiple pairs of eyes widened in shock and fear.

To Be Continued…

A/N: A little cliffhanger at the end wouldn't hurt anyone, I guess? Okay… so what do you think? Hate it/ like it? Feedbacks will be highly appreciated. Also I'll try to finish The Moonlight Festival (I think there is only 3-4 chapters left).

Review are always welcome!