Aaand he'd finally done it. He had finally found the word combination that would break Cloud's mountain of control.

Fuck.

What had he said? How could he unsay it?

Reno's mind flailed, quick and desperate, looking for an explanation, an apology, an excuse. He was agile and fast both mentally and physically. If his wit couldn't provide an escape the window surely would.

Unfortunately, quick as he was, he was not quicker than Cloud's reaction.

In a murderous fury Cloud lunged across the table that separated them and grabbed Reno by the collar. His vivid red hair became a casualty of Cloud's death-grip and he was stuck with his head at a funny angel as Cloud dragged him across the floor.

Oh good, he isn't going to kill me in here. Where is he taking me? Outside where there are no witnesses?

He was being hauled off to his death in a bar full of people and no one was even looking at him.

Hero offs Turk, news at nine.

He figured he should be glad no one was lining up to help. He did sort of wish they would line up to get out of the way though. He kept stumbling over people's feet as Cloud propelled him backwards. If he wasn't so nimble he would be on his ass already.

Reno's train of thought was interrupted as his feet went out from under him and his ass struck the staircase.

Ok, so not outside. Upstairs? My gods what is he going to do to me?

Reno attempted a desperate mental scrabble, when that didn't work he shifted to desperate physical scrabbling. He was exceptionally well trained for moments such as this and his body responded instinctively, once his mind shut up. Reno was again unfortunate as this particular captor was beyond a physical match for anyone currently among the living. As capable as Reno was, it meant nothing when compared to Cloud's punishing hold. Held and propelled Reno moved forward, forward and up.

Reno's struggling thoughts gave up on coherency and instead leapt about wildly from one horrible possible death to another. He had to hope that a hero like Cloud wouldn't kill him in cold blood. Since Reno was a cynical little shit, not sure he really believed in Heroes, he also had to hope that even if Cloud was going to kill him, a bar full of patrons just downstairs would make him hesitate long enough for Reno to get away. So all Reno had to do was try and minimise the damage until then.

"So, hey Cloud, I don't know wh-" his gentle, cajoling tone was cut off by Cloud's indifferent one.

"Shut up, Reno."

His ass struck another stair. A quick mental calculation told him that that was four he'd missed and six he'd hit. Reno never thought that climbing up a staircase was the way to hell, but he was clearly in for a world of hurt. He struggled against Cloud's grip, both hands wrapped around his wrist, alternately vying for freedom and the ability to breathe.

It didn't matter that Cloud was all of 5'8" and that Reno was damn near a half foot taller.

O.k. well four inches.

… Three and a half.

The ex-SOLDIER was made out of nothing but blonde and muscle and didn't even slow his stride.

Two more stairs, one to the hip and another one closely avoided, and Cloud was hauling Reno to his feet and forcing him through a doorway. Straight into what was surely the site of his imminent and untimely demise. Which was… what appeared to be a child's room. Two beds with identical bed covers and a boy's posters on the wall.

Now this is just wrong.

"Cloud you sure you wanna get blood all over the kids-" The pitch of his voice was a little high while he tried to wheedle some rational thought into Cloud's murder hazed brain, only to be cut off again.

Cloud sounded shocked as he turned to look and him and said, "Blood? Gods Reno it isn't going to be that rough." His blue eyes were all big and earnest as Reno watched him shut the door behind him.

Reno was suffering from some serious mixed signals. Cloud was stalking towards him, his gaze hot and predatory again, but this wasn't going to be that rough?

"Huh?" He blurted. Which he thought was a perfectly rational question given the situation.

Cloud's hand darted forward to catch his collar again SOLDIER fast and Reno was going to have to have the lapels cut off all of his shirts if they were going to keep betraying him this way.

He closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the blow coming and tried not to step back or run like a little girl. Cloud may have been the most intimidating guy on Gaia, but Reno's no bitch. He tensed his right cheek, certain the blow would come from that direction since Cloud's right hand was the one clutching his shirt.

The hand in his clothes pulled him forward into the fist, but instead of pain, crunching, grinding, burning, there was wet and soft and pleasant. There were lips moving over Reno's, gently probing for admission. The hand Reno had expected to make bruises bloom on his face was gently but insistently tugging at his hair. It all felt so good. This was why Reno figured he could be forgiven for standing there, with his arms dangling uselessly at his sides, as the gears of his mind paradoxically worked overtime while not moving at all.

Not gaining the entry it was after Cloud's mouth and tongue moved on. He trailed wet hot nibbles along his jaw and up to his ear. Cloud bit gently at the area hidden just behind the lobe of his ear and then murmured into the skin there. "Reno?" His voice was made of gravel and promises and Reno shivered in response. "Touch me." It was a demand, it was very much a plea and it finally galvanized Reno's shattered senses into working. His hands snapped into Cloud's hair and dragged his wandering mouth back to his own. He thought he heard a murmured "thank gods" before Cloud was growling into his mouth and pushing him backwards.

Tiny and pretty or not Cloud was anything but submissive. He pulled Reno off his feet when he apparently failed to move quickly enough and slammed him up against the wall.

When their lips met again he felt like he was being freaking devoured and it made his blood sing. Gods he had wanted this for ages. Long, far to long to recount. He wondered desperately what it was he had finally managed to say to get Cloud here. He wanted to say it again and again. Hang it on his wall and have it embroidered into pillows.

"Reno," Cloud growled out, his tone rough, smooth and seductive. "I want to be inside you."

Gaia, he wanted to have it tattooed on his ass.

He was hard enough to cut glass and he could hear the needy little mewls coming from his own throat and there were clothes, so many clothes. Cloud's hand was navigating its way down his chest towards his crotch and "Fuck yeah," Reno's voice was a little breathless, but he was sure Cloud understood.

At least he was sure until Cloud started backing away. His eyes were mako bright with the pupil's slightly constricted. His skin had a tantalising pink flush and his lips were dark and wet from being used on Reno's body. He backed around one bed before sitting on the other -Reno refused to wonder whose. He would make it up to both of the kids some other time.

Cloud leaned back against the head board of the other bed and looked at Reno intently. His eyes travelled slowly over Reno's form and Reno couldn't suppress a shiver. Cloud looked positively hungry and Reno was more than happy to be the buffet. Letting his head loll to the side Cloud exposed an expanse of throat to Reno before practically purring at him.

"C'mere Reno"

Reno should have been embarrassed by how quickly he responded. Should have, but wasn't. His need for Cloud Strife was practically written into his bones. As he crawled up the bed between Cloud's legs to be pulled into a cradle of hips and arms. Reno thought he would do anything, would let Cloud do anything for more of this.

Cloud's lips claimed his own and he was just starting to melt into Cloud's lithe body, both of their erections finally meeting when Cloud flipped him over. Suddenly Reno was staring up at the ceiling his back pressed into Cloud's chest. He was about to protest when Cloud's lips and tongue began teasing around the sensitive area where neck meets shoulder. He was literally cradled against Cloud body as the blonde suckled at him. This wasn't the sex Reno expected. His body was hot and flushed, positively begging for it. His hips wouldn't lie still he was so eager; they kept subtly thrusting up into nothing instinctively seeking contact as Cloud's lips and hands kept him spun tight and aching for more. Cloud seemed to be immune to Reno's need and the evidence of his own pushing into Reno's back.

Cloud's hands travelled down Reno's legs and forced them to bend at the knee. He ran his hands firmly and possessively down from Reno's hips, tantalisingly close to his erection, to his ankles. He repeated the act twice more before he started to untie Reno's boots. Socks and shoes were notoriously unsexy and Reno was glad Cloud could multitask. While divesting him of his socks Cloud's lips travelled leisurely up his neck and into his hair. A chuckle ghosted over Reno's scalp.

"You usually talk so much. Are you always this quiet during sex?" His voice was laden with amusement and affection. "I am usually forced to speak in pure self defence."

Reno wasn't used to talking during sex, at least, not unless it was dirty talking. So he went with what he knew, "Fuck me," he whispered, raising his hips into Cloud's now freely questing hands. Both hands came to rest briefly on his crotch. One of them stroked him leisurely through his pants while the other continued on up into his shirt to rest over his heart and stimulate one of his nipples. He whimpered at the gentle treatment. He was so aroused his skin felt tight all over. He was hyper-aware and tingling.

"We'll get there." Cloud's voice was husky, controlled and soft as usual. "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

"Gods Cloud… I want," his voice caught in his throat as he stuttered out the rest. "Want you." He panted as though the statement had taken far more energy than it should have. While his blood was pounding in his veins and Cloud was finally, finally, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, Reno's mind raced. It was hard, because all he really wanted to do was get lost in Cloud's wandering caresses. The way the heat of his palm made his dick twitch or how hard it was to still his hips when Cloud's teeth nipped at his throat and jaw. He couldn't though something was… off. If this was just about sex they would be done by now. The whole encounter would have passed and they would be going on about their lives as though nothing had happened. The thought brought with it a vague pang of sadness. That feeling was what led him to suddenly understand what was so off.

Shit

This wasn't about sex; Cloud was making love to him.

Reno jerked into an upright sitting position. Cloud let him only long enough to take his shirt off and force him back against his chest. Reno bent his head back to look up at Cloud. He had just begun to say something- he wasn't sure what, when Cloud stuck his tongue down his throat. Both of their heads were craned at funny angles and Reno took a minute to respond, but it was a mind blowing kiss. Cloud's lips were soft and gentle while his tongue was strong and demanding. Both hands skimmed down Reno's bare chest and abdomen before burrowing under his waistband and stroking him. At last, skin met skin and Reno gasped down Cloud's throat.

Tickling, stroking fingers caused him to arch up off the bed as Cloud's lips caught his cries and sucked them out. Cloud captured Reno's tongue as he began working at his zipper and drew it into his mouth, laving it lovingly.

When his lips were finally released he felt Cloud whisper against them. "Help me, Reno." Cloud's hands had closed around Reno's now open pants and when Reno arched his hips up he pushed both pants and boxers down to his ankles where Reno kicked them off.

Totally aroused, slightly confused, and completely naked, Reno needed to redress the power balance a little and get some answers. He spun himself about and rose up over Cloud. Looking down into his hooded passion filled eyes Reno cursed himself for a fool, but asked the question anyway. "Is this what you want Cloud?" His voice was as stable as he could make it under the circumstances.

Maybe Cloud thought he was teasing or testing him. Maybe Cloud thought he was going to deny him or maybe Cloud actually understood what Reno meant with that question, what all this would mean if he carried on. Whatever the case Cloud's eyelids shot wide, the blue changed to green and the slightly constricted pupil's became fully cat-like slits.

It took a split, mako-engineered, second for Cloud to reverse their positions. At the same time he was rolling them over Cloud tugged Reno down so that he was lying on the bed not sitting against the headboard. Cloud forced one of his legs between Reno's and dragged it up so that his still clothed knee was sitting tight against Reno's genitals. One of his hands gripped hot and tight around Reno's erection as Cloud's mouth descended to his ear. The word when it was uttered was hot, wet and possessive.

Reno's heart slammed in his chest and his blood pooled low beneath his navel. His ear tingled as Cloud ground out, "mine."

Reno couldn't argue with that, but he could pray, and caress, and do his damndest to make this the best damn fuck Cloud Strife ever had, cause it sure as hell was shaping up to be Reno's.

The comforter he was lying on was surprisingly smooth when it looked like it should scratch. The light in the room was dim and with the door shut all the sounds from the bar downstairs were muted. Their skin had taken on a blue cast in the late evening sun and the temperature was just cool enough that it would be uncomfortable to be unclothed for long. His mind reviewed and categorized his observations. He was a Turk, he was observant, he had an excuse. He could hide his dread at the thought that he was trying to remember everything about this moment. Instead he writhed beneath Cloud in agitation and brought his own leg up to rest against the bulge in the blonde's pants. It was an open invitation to fuck him senseless. It was surrender he would never admit too.

Blue leaked back into Cloud's Iris' and the constricted pupil's relaxed. There was amusement in his voice again when he said, "impatient."

Cloud pulled back and the hand that had been tugging at Reno's erection with insistent, possessive pulls went with him. He would have mourned its loss had Cloud not been using it to undo the zipper on his sleeveless shirt. When the garment was discarded and Cloud was bared from the waist up, Reno reached out to touch and fondled the pale expanse of skin. Reno wanted to see the blonde shiver as he teased his way across his taut abdomen. He wanted to return the favour of wandering caresses that tormented and felt so good.

His hands were caught half way to his goal and Cloud rerouted them to his pants. "Help me, Reno." His cock leaped in response to the sensuality dripping from Cloud's sweetly demanding request.

Shit.

He had to find some control somewhere or Cloud was going to have him losing his load while he just knelt there and watched. The image that thought conjured was reinforced by its near reality and Reno sat up so that he could attack Cloud's fly. He had never before thought that the simple construct of metal teeth and controlling tab were devious or tricky. He almost cried out in triumph when he defeated the blasted thing.

Cloud's hands had been in his hair during his struggle, teasing and taunting him, causing his thoughts to scatter and his vision to tunnel. Now they were tickling at the nape of his neck while he shoved pants and boxers down to his knees where he was forced to stop.

Cloud's erection was bared and he blew over it as he dragged his hands up his now naked thighs and heard a sharp gasp from above him. It was the first real sign that Cloud was as affected by all of this as Reno was.

Despite the needy sound Reno had managed to drag out of him, the blonde's voice was still damnably calm when he asked if Reno ever wore his hair down.

Reno sighed and dropped his head against Cloud's abdomen. Cloud's erection brushed against his cheek as he shuddered in defeat. The only parts of him that existed were his groin, burning with need, and the places Cloud brushed with his hands. He had absolutely no control in this situation. He was seconds away from begging and the Blonde had barely touched him. That wasn't strictly accurate. Cloud had touched him plenty; he'd just done it in places Reno couldn't believe were as erotic as they had turned out to be.

Cloud lifted Reno's head and hummed against his lips while waiting for an answer. Reno's cock gave another helpless jerk at the deep throb of pleasure that the simple action from Cloud had evoked.

"I… whatever you want. Cloud, just… please."

Reno dropped his lips to the damp head of Cloud's erection. He parted around the other man's obvious need and drew him in. The trip down was fast and hard. On the way up he was slow and sweet. "Please," he purred into the slit of Cloud's throbbing member. He did it again. "Please."

He could feel Cloud's hands flutter helplessly in his hair as a result of his ministrations. Suddenly, finally, there was movement. Cloud pushed him back onto the mattress and dropped over him. With a swift twist of his hips that had Reno gasping for breath, Cloud kicked out of his pants. Hot, damp lips, the objects of many a fantasy for the redhead, dropped to kiss and scrape at his muscled chest.

"Reeeenooo," it was a long groaning purr that seemed to emanate from somewhere in Cloud's chest. "Mmm, Reno." Their erections slid one against the other.

Cloud's control really, finally, seemed to be at and end when he began gasping helplessly against Reno's chest. Leaving only one hand to support himself, Cloud dragged the other one to card through Reno's pubic hair before dropping to press gentle fingers against the tender skin bridging the area between his scrotum and his ass. Then Cloud paused, everything seemed to freeze. Cloud wanted him, he wanted Cloud so what the hell was the hold up?

Hazy and unfocused, Cloud canted his head to look at Reno through his mussed, spikey hair. "I know what I said Reno." And his fingers petted him in that place that was neither here nor there, the place that was not his throbbing penis, or his puckered opening, but was damnably close to both. "I know what I said, but you can choose. Top or bottom?"

His vision whited out. His whole body strained and stiffened. He asked him this now? Now, when he'd already reduced him to a writhing mass of incoherent need? Now, when he couldn't manage enough co-ordination to sit up let alone top? Now, after he'd begged and pleaded, he was going to have to ask to be the man's bottom?

He hated him, he was positive he hated Cloud Strife.

Cloud Strife, Saviour of the planet, ex-SOLDIER extraordinaire, the reason Reno himself was still alive and Hero with a capitol "H" had just offered him his ass.

Reno thought he might be in love.

He bared his teeth before rocking with needy abandon into Cloud's hovering body. "Inside. Now. Featherhead." He didn't care if he never lived it down.

Lube slick fingers were at his entrance immediately. When had he managed that? Reno didn't care. Cloud held one finger against him slick and warm and Reno growled with need.

"Help me Reno."

Reno did as he was asked; he forced himself down over Cloud's stiffened digit. It was bliss.

For the rest of his life he was going to get a hard on whenever anyone asked him for help.

Reno was so tightly strung it took Cloud awhile to get him relaxed around that one finger. Cloud crouched over him using kisses and strokes to distract him. "Relax Reno; it only gets better from here." Sincerity, fluffy blonde hair, big blue eyes and an achingly beautiful face, all worked in favour of that statement. He tried to consciously force his body to accept the intrusion, to welcome Cloud's invasion. It worked, when Cloud slid his second finger in, he felt barely a twinge of pain for his efforts. Cloud's fingers became more active and Reno instinctively spread his legs trying to offer more room for him to manoeuvre. Through his scissoring, questing motions, Cloud ghosted over Reno's prostate, the rippling heat that was the result had Reno panting heavily.

Reno's eyes shut of their own accord. He was already fucking himself on Cloud's fingers and he couldn't take it anymore. "Now Cloud, Jenova's friggin head, now.

He felt Cloud hesitate and then a third finger joined the first two. When it breached him with no resistance Cloud seemed satisfied. Cloud took one of Reno's hands from where they had migrated into his hair and squeezed lube from its container onto the palm.

"Help me Reno," Cloud said as he guided both hands to his cock.

Now it was Reno's turn to play and he watched fascinated at the changes his touch brought over Cloud. It was a cool glide of fingers, cock and lube, when Reno heard Cloud's jaw crack as his face stiffened and froze with his mouth open in a small "O." A deeper flush began spreading from the man's chest to his neck and face. His eyes fluttered shut and before long he was knocking Reno's hands aside and lining himself up with his entrance.

Reno felt Cloud bite down gently on his collar bone as he slowly slid inside him.

Reno arched up and forced him in deeper. "What," he said breathlessly when Cloud paused to let him adjust, "no 'help me Reno' this time?" That got him a slow deep thrust that had Cloud shoving over his prostate. He shuddered deeply in response. He wasn't sure if it was meant to be punishment or reward.

It did draw an amused, gasping chuckle from Cloud, so he couldn't have minded that much.

The laugh, for all the amusement it contained, turned out to be evil.

With a softly muttered "alright," Cloud bunched his legs up under him and somehow bodily lifted Reno with him as he sat back on his haunches. Reno ended up spread around Cloud's thighs with his dick still buried deep in his ass. "Mmm," Cloud moaned into his sternum, "help me Reno."

Reno might have been the one with the dick up his ass, but in this position he had all the control. Cloud might be stronger than he was, but he was bigger… well taller anyway and as he fucked himself on Cloud's erection, he was free to kiss and stroke and prod as Cloud slowly came apart under him.

Cloud's moans were needy and aggressive and Reno was free to plunder his openly gasping mouth. Cloud did this little hip twist thing that was driving Reno absolutely bat-shit. Every time Cloud brushed against his prostrate or guided him to curve his spine, so his erection would drag against his tight abdomen, something inside Reno coiled tighter and grew. He could feel the pressure and pent up need gathered at the base of his spine, stored somehow at the root of his cock. He reached down to relieve the growing pressure. It was too fast, it was going to be over too soon, but he needed to come now or he was going to explode.

Cloud knocked his hand aside and took him in hand. It was hot and tight and so good. He fucked himself up into Cloud's fist and down onto his cock. It was only a matter of time before every rocking motion was punctuated by a series of escalating "oh's". There was a precipice and something broke inside with liquid heat and he was painting himself and Cloud in white, with a low, drawn out moan. Cloud continued to stroke him through his orgasm before he let Reno's clenching body pull him over the edge too.

There was a moment of sweet afterglow, followed by bodies slumping and dismounting.

"Thought you were gonna kill me when you were dragging me up here yo." He sounded tired, sated.

Cloud chuckled getting up to go to the bathroom, "it would have been a good way to die." When Cloud returned from the bathroom, damp cloth in hand, Reno was looking at him speculatively. "What?" he asked.

"Was that a compliment?" He couldn't help asking, he was confused by just about everything that had happened and a docile, pleasant Cloud didn't adjust the picture quality.

"Don't let it go to your head," came the dry reply, accompanied by a smack with the wet towel. Cloud began to gently clean them up, but Reno couldn't let it go.

"So it was a compliment" it came out smugly, he couldn't help it. His grin felt like it might break his face.

Cloud sighed reaching for his discarded boxers and pants. "Get dressed Reno before I dangle you out the window by your too long hair."

Reno was disappointed; he'd thought that… was sex with Cloud like that every time? When he was apparently moving too slow for Cloud he tossed his clothes at him.

"C'mon get a move on. If we somehow didn't wake Marlene up with," he waved his hand at Reno and the mussed up bedding, "all of that, I don't want to risk doing it now." After a pause he added thoughtfully, "Denzel will probably be home soon too. We won't be able to do this again."

Reno's heart stuttered and fell. He had trouble finishing the buttons on his shirt. He mentally berated himself for being all kinds of fool. He just… He'd wanted Cloud for so long. The cool manner in which he was being brushed off was like a kick to the gut.

Fuck

Just when had he turned into such a girl?

"Whatever yo."

"C'mon Reno, we'll go out the window, Fenrir is parked around this side anyway."

He didn't know why Cloud intended to leave too, or what it had to do with Fenrir. It was probably something about that damned church though and Cloud hiding out there looking for forgiveness or some shit.

"Can't stand to be seen with me, huh?" The question sounded fine, glib and slick, but the smile he tried to deliver it with felt a little sickly.

"What? No," a fist rapped lightly at his skull as he was dragged towards the window and pulled into Cloud's body with one arm. Reno needed a damned map to understand the fluffy headed moron.

"Marlene and Denzel do not need to learn about relationships like this. In fact they don't need to learn about relationships ever. Of any kind. You and I are going to a motel so Denzel can sleep in his room tonight and you and I can go for round two." Cloud stuck his legs through the open window and sat on the sill, coaxing Reno to do the same. "Uh, that is… if you want to you know… round two." His voice trailed away and he was looking somewhere South and East of Reno's face.

Round two sounded good, finding out that it was Denzel's room they had used did not. "So, that was mini-Cloud's room we were in?"

"His name is Denzel and we share."

"You sleep with the kid?" Reno knew he sounded shocked, he had assumed like everyone else that Cloud slept with Tifa.

Cloud shuddered, "same room, two beds. Nothing nearly as creepy as that sounded."

Cloud sighed. "Hold on you twit," he said as he leapt from the window. They landed gently.

Reno pretended he didn't notice that Cloud had just thrown them out a third story window. Cloud had done worse, Reno had done worse. Of course, he had ended up sitting in a pool of his own blood until Rude found him with some cure materia.

"You thought I'd sleep with you if I was sleeping with Tifa?"

Given that Cloud was Cloud and his moral barometer seemed stuck on 'do no wrong' he guessed he wouldn't have. He made a noncommittal humming noise and shrugged. "Why are we taking Fenrir," he asked as they approached the glossy black beast.

"You'll see." Came the smug response. –And he did as soon as Cloud had the bike in neutral. It purred just right to rub Reno, who was mounted behind Cloud, essentially straddling him, against Cloud's back and ass. Reno's cock responded appreciatively.

Reno was surprised at the number of questions Cloud was responding to with answers, instead of threats of grievous bodily harm. Reno decided to go for broke.

"What did I say to you that had you drag me up there anyway?"

Cloud swung his eyes around incredulously. "You don't know?"

Reno thought about it again. He really had no idea. He shrugged indicating as much. "My mouth can work independently of my brain." He grinned lasciviously; sometime tonight Cloud would most likely see just how well he could work his mouth.

"Why am I not surprised?" Was the put upon rejoinder.

Instead of answering Cloud leaned over the handle bars and revved the engine before taking off. Reno enjoyed the entirety of the rumbling ride and vowed to spend more time on Fenrir in the future. Cloud threatened to kill him if he didn't take his hands out of his pants.

Reno's legs were wrapped around Cloud's waist. Cloud was supporting him with one arm and carrying the keys in the other. Between kisses and Cloud fumbling with the lock Reno couldn't help asking one last question.

"Do you really think my hair is too long?" He asked looking down into eyes that were hazy with lust again.

Still fumbling with the door Cloud adjusted his arm so that Reno's weight was moved from his hand to his wrist and gripped the end of the swinging red tail. He gently tugged until Reno's throat was bared to his teeth. "Seems just fine to me," the words rose from between lips and skin.

At the checkout desk the next morning, Salia who worked the desk was met by four separate pairs of exhausted looking eyes. The two male occupants of room eight seemed reasonably cheerful despite the air of tiredness. The occupants of rooms seven and nine however glared balefully as they waited their turn in line.

This is the second piece of fiction I have written ever. Thank you for sharing it with me :)

This has only been self-edited so please if you see a mistake let me know! Actually if you see any way in which this could be improved I would love to hear from you.