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Stay With Me

Chapter 10: Crimson Red Passion

Emerald green eyes flashed with fury, the focus of release for his frustrations were being laid to a poor pan. The source though was not the dishes but a certain blonde.

He met the said blonde after his classes at their usual meeting place, the skate park. The lengthy crimson haired man had been lying along the top of the half pipe where he had been all day. Usually, he wouldn't have come to meet the blonde until about an hour before school let out but today Demyx had taken their car out to visit his 'friend' Zexion at his college.

It had taken his roommate about a month to work up the courage to visit the guy he had fallen for even though the two kept constant contact through email, letters, and even Skype every once in a while. Earlier Demyx wouldn't have even considered visiting him for he had vowed (to their bedroom ceiling at like three in the morning, for which the crimson haired man had to make fun of him for) to stop loving Zexion before a visit so he wouldn't hurt their friendship with his feelings. But about a year after his late night vow, Demyx was having no luck with in falling out of love. Along with Axel's gentle coaxing of 'Just give up, you can't stop loving someone by just willing it away.' Though this initially only caused his roommate to cry it soon cause the dirty blonde to understand the words and listen to them.

So after making plans to meet with Zexion, Demyx left early this morning for the two hour ride to Zexion's college. And as Axel saw him off he had to tease the blonde once more before he left, so he added, "Oh, don't forget to give him a kiss for me too."

To Axel's pleasure, the dirty blonde's cheeks flushed a bright red.

"Just kidding" Axel added, leaning through the window to kiss the blonde on the cheek, "Call me if you're not coming home tonight~"

"Axel, please!"

"Hey, you never know~"

With that, the blonde promised to call, after a bit more teasing of course. He drove off leaving the crimson haired man with little to nothing to do. But not long after that had he received a txt from a different blonde whom wanted to meet him after class, at the 'usual place', knowing the petit blonde's secretive nature with their meetings, he needed to be blunt with and responded, "You mean the skate park?!"

After about five minutes he finally received a response, "...yeah."

And so, at about 10am Axel went to the skate park and napped on the half pipe until about two in the afternoon, which was time he set his phone alarm to go off at, mostly so a certain blonde wouldn't catch him napping and call him a good-for-nothing-bum, or some other rude name.

Axel stretched as he sat up and looked out to the distance to where he would find the blonde coming in about an hour or so. But given that the blonde wouldn't be there any time soon he decided to check his phone. Axel noticed he had gotten a txt from Demyx, it read: "I made it! I told you I could handle the highway! :P"

Axel smirked and responded, "Oh yeah? How long did it take you to stop shaking?"

It wasn't long before he got his response of, "Shut up! You can't write a mean response 2 hrs after a txt! Ha! Took you that long to think of one huh?"

The crimson haired one couldn't help but laugh to himself as he responded simply, "I was sleeping."

"Who are you texting?" A familiar voice asked.

Axel looked down to the teen he had been waiting for, "Roxas, what-"
Axel looked back to his own phone to find it was indeed much too early for the blond to have been let out of school, "Did you skip?"

The short blonde looked off to the side, seemingly bothered, "No, just my last class."

"You ok?" Axel asked, concerned. He jumped down from the half pipe to the ground before Roxas. The blonde took the crimson haired man's phone right from his hand and began to look through it.

"Hey..." Axel called after the blonde, a little confused, "Roxi, that's miine~"

"Yeah, I know." he said with a bit of a tone before turning back to the crimson hair one, "You're always texting Demyx."

"Yeeaah, he sort of lives with me and currently has our car. What's wrong with that?"

"Are you sleeping with him?" Roxas asked, point blank.

Axel blinked, not missing a beat, "Yeah, we only have one bed."

"Axel! You know that's not what I meant!"

"Oh~? What did you mean?" he asked, leaning to the side to try and get a better glance at Roxas' face, who turned away.

Roxas spun back to face him, "Are you having sex with him?!"

Axel just smirked at him, "Is someone jealous of my widdle friend?"

"Stop playing games! Why do you toy with me...I thought you-"

"Loved you?"

Roxas looked up. Axel in turn, bent over, only a few inches away from Roxas' face, "I do love you. Very, very much, Roxi. I always have. I always will."

"But...then why..."

"Enough, c'mon." Alex said, taking his phone back from Roxas and leaning behind the half pipe to pull out two skate boards, "Let's board some and grab a bite to eat. I need to get back to the bar in a few hours to open up."

"Someone sent me this today..." Roxas held out his phone for Axel to see the screen which held an image of him from this morning, kissing Dem's cheek, but from the angle it appeared to be a full kiss.

Axel took the phone from Roxas to look closer while asking, "Who sent this to you?"

"I don't know the number... why were you kissing him?"

"It was a kiss to the cheek!"

"That's still a kiss!"

"Roxas!" Axel ran a hand down his own face to try and calm himself, "Look, he's my friend-"

"Who you kiss?" he responded, raising his brows in inquiry, but his eyes still shown bright with irritation.

"Well- wait you're taking this the wrong way! And you know I screw around with him like that."

"Screw around?"

"No! Stop messing with my words!"

"Yeah, I know how you are Axel. But I don't see how you can say you like me and always get to go kiss another guy."

"No! Look. One: I don't like you, I love you. And two: you don't want to get close to me, so that's why I don't kiss you-"

"Which makes it alright for you to kiss someone else?"

"What the fuck! Roxas, It. Was. A. Joke. You know how I am! ...or...at least I thought you did..."

"Humph, yeah I know how you are..." the blonde mumbled under his breath as he took blue skateboard with the water design on it, which Roxas knew was Demyx's. Axel always brought his own with the flame design and Dem's as a spare for if Roxas didn't have his own at the time.

Axel also took hold of the blue board, mostly to get the blonde's attention, and it worked for blue eyes shot up to his own emerald ones, "What's that suppose to mean?"

"You're some twenty something who runs a bar, has a booty-call at home, goes out to party when given the chance, who tell some high school boy he loves him just to-"

"Just to what, Roxas?" Axel had Roxas' wrist now, his emerald eyes fuming, "Just to what? To fuck you? You really think that low of me? After how long we've been friends? After-everything?!"

Shock resonated in the blonde's face, perhaps a little regret, but it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared and was replace with anger as he roughly pulled this hand away and with it the board came but he was moving so quickly he accidently hit Axel in the jaw with the board. Axel gowned grasping at his jaw in pain.

Shocked, Roxas looked dumbfounded from Axel to the sea blue board before turning to anger and grasped it on one end with both hands and smashed it hard off the half pipe, snapping the offending board in half. Breathing heavily, Roxas examined his work on the ground, something inside of him pleased with it.

"Roxas..."

The blonde turned to find the crimson haired man whom was still holding his jaw, but looked to the board on the ground with a dumbfounded expression before looking back to the blonde and gesturing with both hands to the board on the broken board, "What the fuck, Roxas!"

"Shut up! This is your fault for being so careless with other people's feelings!" With that the blonde took off in a sprint away from Axel. Who in turned cried out in frustration as he punched the half pipe.

Now he was home with one over priced sea blue board broken beyond repair, one phone of which he had thrown across the room and fell into a few pieces, but was probably not broken, and left with a fury inside of him the grimmest of dishes could not seem to vanquish as he took the brillo pad to one particularly dirty pan.

"Who tells some high school boy he loves him just to-"

Before the crimson haired man had realized it the pan had slipped from his fingers, and by slip, he flung it across the room into the plate rack knocking stacks of plates to the floor.

Luckily they were tough plastic.

Axel cursed and punched the wall.

"Axel." a chocked voice cried out to him.

Axel turned, surprised by a voice outside of his own in the kitchen. It was Demyx. He was soaking wet and had red eyes from crying, he knew this because the dirty blonde was still crying.

Axel could only blink initially, confused to see his friend there. Wondering why he hadn't known sooner he was coming home. But then one glace at his partially shattered phone on the ground was explanation enough.

He took a breath trying to calm himself, calm his fury, so he could focus on his friend.

Speak! He commanded himself, but before he even had the chance to he was already arms full of dirty blonde, sobbing into his chest.

It seemed the crying blonde was enough to calm his nerves, at least for the time being. He held the blonde in a comforting embrace before lifting the others head, "Dem, what happened? What's wrong?"

"H-he he...he already has someone!" the blonde wailed against his chest.

The crimson haired man had to pause for a moment while the blonde gripped onto him tightly as he sobbed.

"Wait...what do you mean he has someone? Zexion has a girlfriend?"

"N-no w-worse."

"What could be worse?" Axel was beginning to get more confused, especially since the majority of his mind was busy trying to figure out his own day.

"He...he has...a-a...a boyfriend a-a-and he didn't even have the c-courage t-t-to tell meee!" he began to sob louder.

Axel grasped Demyx by the arms and pulled him back to force his friend to look him in the eyes, "Dem what do you mean? If he didn't tell you he had a boyfriend how do you know he does? Are you sure you didn't just misunderstand something?"

"N-no h-he told m-me."

"Who told you? Wait—just tell me what happened exactly."

When Dem seemed to recover enough Axel released the other's arms and allowed Demyx to wipe his eyes and gather his composure. He saw the blonde take a breath as he glanced up to Axel before looking across the kitchen floor as he finally began to speak, "I was out with Zexion for most of the day and everything was fine... Then later we went to his dorm and his roommate was home. I didn't think much of it them because I mean everyone has a roommate at college, so what would it matter? Well when we were done in the room and getting ready to go, the guy asked Zexion where he was going. Zexion told him we were going out to eat and a look crossed the guy's face that I couldn't read..." Demyx paused to rub his own arms in a self comforting motion, "Zexion then looked to me to ask if I minded if his friend came with us. I said sure because I really didn't mind. I didn't...but then when we were at the restaurant..."

The memory flooded back to Demyx as it had done on the way home, over and over.

Zexion excused himself from the table and moved to head off into the bathroom. The dirty blonde couldn't help but watch the other go, thinking how much more handsome he had become in their time apart. He allowed himself a moment to feel his chest tighten in the painful affection he felt for the other man, before turning back to the other man at the table to continue to engage him in conversation and perhaps learn more about his friend he had been apart from for so long. Maybe he'll hear how much the other missed him, he thought feeling a little foolish and giddy at the same time by the thought.

The other man was much different than he and Zexion, but that was only Demyx's option. The man was about their height but was much bulkier than them. The guy was pretty built in comparison to their own lithe figures. Then he also seemed to have a strange fascination for flowers which he seemed to grow in their dorm room and have many photos of them posted on the walls of his side of the room. But then the by far strangest thing about him was his shoulder length pink hair. The man even smelt pleasantly of flowers which was just as strange to Demyx.

But the dirty blonde tried to shake off these differences as he turned back to the man called Marluxia. But as he looked to the other man he noticed the carefree smile on his face a moment ago when Zexion was at the table, had vanished and was replaced by a look somewhere between skepticism and a glare.

The dirty blonde stiffened at the heavy look, unsure what he had done to deserve it. But before he had a chance to ask, the other man spoke first, "So...you're in love with Zexion, aren't you?"

The dirty blonde froze and wondered how the other could have found out but then he realized he had been watching Zexion endearingly ever since he had gotten here. It was hard not to, he hadn't seen the boy of his affections in over a year now. He's lucky he could keep his hands to himself. Meekly, the dirty blonde met the blue eyes examining him.

"Don't try to hide it, it's painfully obvious."

Unsure of what to do or say, the dirty blonde simply bit his own lip.

"Well...I should let you know then. He's off the market. I guess he hasn't told you?"

"Off the...market. What do you mean?" Confusion was lit inside of the lithe boy, and he looked the other man straight in the eye, waiting.

The other smirked, "He hasnt told you? Cruel of him to let you go on like this but I suppose it would be better off if he said it himself but honestly," he mildly struck the table between them with a closed fist, "I'm tired of watching you prance behind him like some love sick school girl."

Demyx flushed, unsure of where this conversation was going. Maybe Zexion was dating his sister or friend?

...He's been seeing someone? Why didn't he say anything...

"Look," The man spoke and Demyx looked up, still clouded by his own hurting thoughts. The man continued, "Zexion and me. We've been dating for about a month now. I'd appreciate it if you would lay off."

"You..."

The man raised an eyebrow, still smirking, while Demyx tried to form thoughts, let alone words.

"You...and Zexi?"

"Yes."

"He's..."

"Been with another man? Yes."

Demyx flushed a deep red, "That's not what I was going to ask!"

He rose from his seat, furious, embarrassed, confused, and hurt.

"Look, I'm not trying to hurt you. But you don't have a chance with him. He doesn't even know how you feel. He's says you're like a baby brother to him. And that's all he's ever thought of you."

Demyx could not recall what the other man's expression looked like, mostly because his eyes were being blinded by his tears. He could not think of what to do. Stay? Go?

"Demyx."

He looked up and saw the blurred figure of Zxion before him. And without thought, without warning, Demyx turned and bolted out of the restaurant, into the rain, and into a city he did not know.

He took a cab back to the campus after running a good few blocks away and realizing he was lost. Cost him an arm and a leg but he got back. Without looking back and with no other thoughts in his head he started the car and drove as far away and he could and quickly as he could without running the risk of being pulled over.

As soon as he was off the campus he took out his cell phone and hit 1, and his phone speed-dialed Axel. The phone rang once, twice, and then—'We're sorry, there person you are trying to call is currently unavailable.'

He looked to the phone disbelievingly and hit the steering wheel with force before tossing the phone aside, frustrated, as tears ran free from his eyes and sobs escaped his throat.

Then the phone rang. He glanced to the passenger side floor to see the phone aglow. Quickly, he pulled over and turned on his directional and quickly moved to grab the phone, only to find the caller-ID read 'Zexion'.

Biting his lip, Demyx tossed the phone roughly back to the floor of the car and switch his directional, and forcefully merged his car and drove it home.

"Demxy!"

The dirty blonde flinched at grip on his arms and the familiar voice yelling out to him. He looked up to Axel but could not see him clearly. He was confused momentarily until he blinked and realized it was only more tears blocking his vision.

Axel gripped his arms firmly, "Dem. Tell me what happened at the restaurant."

"H-his roommate he...he said that he and Zexion w-were...dating." he looked down and the let the tears fall.

"And what did Zexion say?"

"H-he wasn't there."

"What do you mean he wasnt there?" Axel asked, tilting his head, trying to see Demyx's face.

Dem lifted his head slightly, seemingly in thought, "He was in the bathroom when he told me."

"And you believed him?" The tone made Demyx realized that Axel thought he was being foolish.

"Yes."

"Why?" Axel asked exhaustedly.

"Because." Demyx halfheartedly mocked the crimson haired man.

"Because what?"

"Because he will never love me!" Demyx cried out, breaking the hold Axel had on him.

The outburst leaving the crimson haired man gaping.

"What did it matter it the guy was telling the truth or not? What did it matter if Zexion was into men or women? What did it matter if Zexion was or was not currently attached? None of it matter because no matter what he wouldn't have been looking at me!"

Demyx leaned back against their fridge and punched his hand back against it, voice cracking, "He's never seen me that way, Axel. We both know that."

He said the last part looking the other man in the eyes. Turquoise eyes so sad, so desperate for something to hold onto, staring straight into the other's emerald eyes making them feel powerless.

Demyx turned his face away, closing those pained eyes tightly allowing more tears to fall, "We've always been friends. Nothing more. He's never even notice the way I look at him..."

Turquoise eyes again turned onto Axel, "Maybe it's for the best. All of this. It gives me a reason to open my eyes. Open them and see that there was nothing there, nothing but a pathetic romantic dream, that I always knew, but couldn't admit, would never come true."

"One: I don't like you, I love you. And two: you don't want to get close to me, so that's why I don't kiss you"

Axel looked to the floor as the parallels of Demyx's unrequited love began to match his own more and more.

Roxas would never let him kiss him, embrace him, or even hold his hand. Though he accepted their friendship and accepted Axel's feelings that's as far as it ever went. At times Roxas would appear jealous of Demyx or some other person he might feel inclined to flirt with, which gave Axel hope but...maybe it wasn't the type of jealousy he was hoping for...maybe he really was just Roxas' best friend...maybe that wouldn't change but—

He saw movement from the corner of his eyes and looked up to see Demyx moving away from the fridge towards the kitchen door.

"Dem?"

"Demyx looked to him and smiled, eyes full of tears, "I'm just...going upstairs. You can handle the bar ri—"

Axel was angry again. No...perhaps more frustrated, and he didn't want to be, he wanted to be able to comfort Demyx. He wanted to hold him and tell him things would get better, like he always had. But he also wanted someone to accept his affection, he wanted...

Well maybe that was why he had pinned Demyx against the fridge and began to kiss him. Why he was pressing his body closer to his, trying to slip his tongue into the other's mouth. Maybe thta was why he was so disappointed when it ended, with Demyx's hand pressing him back.

He looked down to his friend, breathing heavily, while his friend panted glowing the brightest shade of red he had ever seen besides the time Dem had accidently ate a hot pepper.

"Axel...why..."

"Heh, too much huh? Sorry, I uh..." What could he say? How could he explain himself? How could he have know kissing Dem would feel so...amazing. He wanted to do it again. He wanted more of the dirty blonde but...his friend didn't want it. He could feel the sad smile growing on his own face. No one ever wanted him. He turned from Dem, "Look...let's get you dried off. You're going to get a cold."

Axel moved to lead the way out of the kitchen, when he was grabbed around the wrist. He looked back to find Dem still blushed and looking to the ground. His heart began to increase in rate at the touch, at the others warmth. Slowly, those turquoise eyes rose to meet emerald. Axel could feel his heart straining with every beat, as he waited for what the dirty blonde was going to say. Axel wanted to be close to him, desperately.

The dirty blonde pulled himself into Axel's arms, keeping his eyes locked with the other's, and wrapped his arms behind Axel's neck, pulling the crimson one down to meet his lips.

And the passion Axel had been holding back, flooded out of him.

-oOo-

"I don't know, Cloud. They don't look open." The brunet spoke from the blonde's side. The blonde whom was currently looking through the large plate glass window.

"Well it is certainly empty but the lights are on. Why do you think it's closed?"

The brunet tapped on the blonde's shoulder until the blonde looked to him. Leon pointed to the door, "The sign is still on 'close'. That's why."

Cloud examined the sign for about half a minute before rising and trying the door, it opened. The blonde shrugged and made his way in, "They probably just forgot to switch it."

"I don't know, Cloud. This seems like a bad idea...They could be in the middle of something."

"Like what?" Cloud asked looking to the other, who only shrugged awkwardly. Cloud smiled, "They aren't a couple, even if they act like it."

Cloud spoke assuring as he made his way into the bar. Leon followed behind but noticed the familiar chime was not heard as he entered. He looked up by the door and saw no bell, but looking to the floor noticed it had fallen. The brunet bent to pick up the bell, it wasn't damaged must of just fallen. He stood, bell in hand and looked to find the blonde standing dumbly by the kitchen door he had slightly ajar.

The brunet set the bell on the bar counter and moved beside the blonde to see what he was looking at so dumbfounded. Leon had to blink initially to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but no matter how many times he blinked the image wouldn't change. Axel and Demyx were kissing passionately, running their hands up and down one another. It took only a moment for the brunet to realize this was a private moment and they should leave. He moved aside and away from the kitchen.

But the blonde could not look away. He was waiting for the two to separate and point at him winking "Got cha!" But it didn't happen. This wasn't a joke but with how many years he's know the two... it was just...surreal.

However that was not the only reason the blonde could not look away. Watching the two embrace, touch, kiss...it awakened a need within himself he had not satisfied...in too long. He began to blush watching the two as he imagined he and Leon in a similar embrace. He hated to admit it to himself but he was very attracted to the brunet and wanted this from him...and so much more.

Then a hand touched his shoulder. He almost yelled but a finger was pressed to his lips and he looked up to see the brunet. Leon caught the door Cloud had released and allowed it to silently shut, and then looked to Cloud whispering, "We should go."

The blonde in shock, bright red, heart racing, could only nod silently, as the brunet lead him out of the building, locking the bar behind him. Allowing the two their privacy.

If love was meant to be
It should just be,
Or so we hoped it would be...

If it was not to be
It should vanish in the wind,
Leaving our hearts unscathed.

Yet it does not,

We are punished for having a heart.
A heart we cannot control,
That loves simply for the reason to love,
Regardless of what the keeper of the heart wants,
Nor the one whom is loved desires.

-oOo-

Demyx nibbled at the end of his pencil as he reread his words to himself. But then a hand came out of nowhere taking the others notebook in his hands, reading his words.

The dirty blonde turned a bright red, "Axel..."

"Hm?" came the response as the crimson haired man read the words printed in perfect penmanship onto the cheap notebook paper. He finished and looked to the dirty blonde, "It's beautiful, Dem."

"You're so beautiful..."

The blonde blushed a deeper red, remembering how that word had been used earlier, when they were both bare flesh and passion, lying on the very bed he was resting in now.

Demyx took the notebook out of his hands, and mumbled, still red, "Finish brushing your teeth..."

Axel popped his red toothbrush back into his mouth and just smirked and saluted him, "Resh, her!"

Dem rolled his eyes, smiling as he set the notebook down and rolled onto his side. Images of their time together would not stop running through his mind.

"Hey why don't you brush your teeth?" came a call form their bathroom.

"You know why!" The dirty blonde responded blushing.

"Aww my Demy-wemy sore?"

A pillow flying across the room that Axel could barely dodge was the response he received.

"You know I'd help you—"

"Axel, my teeth will be fine for one night! Shiva!"

Axel could only smile at the lithe figure in their bed, though he could only see his back, he knew how red the other must be. And then it was his turn to blush as he recalled the warmth the other had given him. The pleasure. It was amazing. He wanted to take him again and again right at that moment, but he knew the blonde must be tired, he had already taken him twice.

He spat in the sink and rinsed his toothbrush before setting it back in place. He moved out of the room toward his roommate and initially thought he was sleeping but then realized he was writing again in his notebook.

"Whatcha writin?"

He saw the figure in the bed freeze initially before shoving the notebook under the sheets, "Nothing! I uh—j-just scheduling for, um, you know...stuff..."

"Mm-hmm even though that's the notebook you use only for you poetry and private thoughts?" he was leaning onto the bed now, getting ready for the moment.

"Personal schedules are sort of private..."

"Yeaaah, I don't think so—"

"No Axel!"

In one quick motion the Crimson haired man had snatched the notebook out of the others grasp and stood up, keeping the other from grabbing it back.

"Axel, pleeaase!"

"Oh, c'mon, I always read your poetry! What's so different..." As Axel read the first line, he felt there was a difference, it read, Crimson Red Passion.

Crimson Red Passion

A fire
crawling up my body
embracing me
engulfing me

Filling me
to the brink
with more pleasure that I could have ever imagined

Pleasure I never knew I needed
Love I never thought I could feel
Embracing me in a way I had never been held

The flame kissed me
since the first moment
we had met
and yet

Nothing could have prepared me
for the fiery passion
the crimson one
enacted, in me

Nor the love
that we shared
could create
such an enchantment

Axel blushed a deep red. Was this about him? About...what had happened?
He looked to his friend and found him fidgeting with his fingers, blushing a deep red, not looking up.

This was different than any other poem he had written, for he never read one about himself. Demyx never wrote them. None that he could ever find. And this...

This was the beginning of something. But of what he wasn't sure.

Axel set the notebook aside, and set on the bed beside Demyx and lifted the other's chin and kissed him sweetly.

The dirty blonde opened his turquoise eyes, searching Axel's own emerald ones, for an answer.

"I felt the same...It was amazing Demyx."

Demyx blushed more, about to look down again, but there other wouldn't let him. The crimson one nudges Demxy's face until he was able to kiss him. He pressed the other back down to the bed and decided to reenact the enchanting passion they both felt.

-oOo-

Cloud couldn't stop his heart from beating stronger every time he looked to the brunet with those thoughts raced through him again. Nor could he prevent his heart from skipping a beat every time their eyes met.

"Cloud?" the brunet asked from across the kitchen. The blonde hadn't moved from his spot by the counter since they've arrived home from Fool's Gold.

The brunet moved to the other, and the blonde turned away, he couldn't face the other with these thoughts. But the brunet grasped the others face and forced their eyes to meet. Though the brunet's eyes did not hold any passion, but concern.

"You're red...you must not be feeling well." Before the blonde could respond the brunet was already lifted the other bridal style into his arms.

"Hey! Why...I'm not a girl..." Cloud pouted and crossed his arms as the brunet carried him into the other room.

"Never said you were, Cloud." Was the cool response the other gave, though Cloud could see a small smile forming on the others mouth.

Leon set the blonde onto the bed and began removing his shoes and then his coat, before pulling the blankets back, "C'mon. Lay down. You need rest."

"I'm not sick." Mumbled Cloud, without moving.

"Then how do you explain you being so flushed, hm?" the brunet asked.

Cloud knew he couldn't answer him, and he also knew he couldn't sleep the way he was know. So he did the only thing he could think of to answer Leon and give his mind ease. Cloud sat straight on the bed, grasped the brunet's shirt, and pulled him down to meet the blonde's lips.

The blonde kissed him softly, hesitantly, yet grasped him tightly by the shirt.

The brunet did not move initially and the blonde had his eyes shut tightly, so he did not know what the others eyes must have read, but all he knew was the brunet gently touched his hair and slowly began to kiss him back.

Closing A/N: Let me know your thoughts. Thank you for reading :)