Kingdom Hearts {Sephiroth/Cloud/Leon} [Devil]
Second post all mine, baby~
Title: Of Nightmares and Chill
Author: ruby_shards
Threesome: Sephiroth/Cloud Strife/Squall Leonhart (Leon)
Fandom: Kigdom Hearts
Theme: [16] Devil
Disclaimer: I, sadly enough, do not own Kingdom Hearts.
Note: Warning for yaoi, which is obvious, and for dark themes. Part one of the 'Resolution' arc. (On pairings: Blatant SephirothxLeon and heavily implied LeonxCloud with possessive Sephiroth over Cloud tossed in the mix.) Very subtle spoilers to Showdown of Fate.
It was a dream.
He knew it the moment that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness; the second that he had let his body slowly conform to the lack of warmth that was filling the air and wrapping him in a chilled blanket, holding him prisoner to its touch.
Distantly he remembered where he had been and what he had been doing, the phantom feeling of Cloud's body intertwined with his lingering, their limbs locked together as they lay, sprawled out on the tussled sheets of their shared bed, their naked bodies linked together and the sound of gentle breathing filling the room as the slept.
So it had to be a dream. The logical portion of Leon's brain told him such, and he went along with it.
It was never a good idea to go against his logic, after all. At least, it provided him with some kind of a basis to go off of, a judgment as to where he was and what was happening even when he had no idea of the truth.
But he just kept telling himself, over and over again. He was in a dream, in some imaginary place away from Cloud.
At least, that was what his mind tried to tell him as he wandered, aimlessly, through the shadows and over the cracked earth at his feet. The land was barren, as if some catastrophic event had occurred and only he remained in the midst of the destruction, alone and confused and without a sign or light to point him in the correct direction.
So he walked. He wasn't sure where he was going, or where he was trying to go, but that didn't matter. All that did was that he kept moving.
A part of him tried to find out what had caused this strange occurrence, what had drawn him from his slumber and into this nightmarish dream world that he now found himself lost in, gray eyes watching out over black and searching for the blue that he knew he wouldn't find.
Perhaps it was a sign. A notion about what had transpired the day before.
He remembered that in all too clear of detail. The fight, where all he could do was watch, watch as Cloud strove to battle off that which had haunted his dreams and plagued his mind for the better years of his life.
All he could do was watch.
Leon had never been able to just sit back and observe, and the matter of Cloud being involved and that man, the man with the bright green eyes and the sneer that haunted even him, had only made the situation worse.
But Cloud had emerged victorious, regardless of his past defeats, and his unease had been put to rest for a little while longer.
Or so he had assumed. Leon had suspicions, yes, and a guess as to where the man had gone and what had really happened.
The shadows didn't just disappear. They remained, crawling just out of reach, sneaking at the corner of a person's peripheral vision and slowly driving them mad as they strove to find where that flicker of movement came from, spinning on the spot and turning to look, only to find nothing there but the flutter of feathers and the emptiness that had always been.
He was going insane.
But it was just a dream, wasn't it? Just something that he had worked up in his sleep to force him to remember that man and those words from before.
He couldn't get them out of his head.
"I will take him from you. He rightfully belongs to me."
And before he could register what was happening, hot breath was spilling over his ear, arms encasing his hips and pulling him back out of the abyss that he had been lost in and toward a chilly darkness, his smaller body falling limp in the grasp that was around him. He gasped as those hands worked down the curves of his pants and figure, clamping down there, holding him tight.
"I will take him." A shudder crept down his spine and, nightmare or not, he struggled to free himself from that all too possessive grip, from that tight lock on his body that held him oh so close to the frostiness of darkness that seemed to pour from that man.
"Don't touch me."
His words fell on deaf ears. Willowy fingers were reinforcing their grip, tugging at his skin and working their way beneath leather binding and further along his form, down his leg and around the innermost part of his thighs.
A shuddering breath worked from his lips.
He was frozen in place, entranced by that touch, by the hot breath on his ear that was so much of a contrast to the chill in the others body that permeated every other part of him.
"I'm doing this because of him." The body pressed closer against him, hips digging into his rear and causing him to groan and yell in protest all in one congealed sound. "Because he wants you." Fingers were now working higher, exploring, adventuring along the contours of his body and earning quick spasms and shivers of flesh in their wake. "And I want him."
Leon fought against that touch, hissing low in his throat as he was spun around in that grasp, gray eyes locking onto bright green and staring, horrified, at the face that he had dreaded seeing again, that he had wished would just go away and leave them both alone.
A mouth was being forced onto his in a matter of seconds, fingers caught in the choppy length of his hair and tugging him tight into that embrace, his arms flailing against the strong chest before him at the connection.
Even the man's kisses were icy cold.
"And to get to him, I have to get through you."
Title: Of Nightmares and Chill
Author: ruby_shards
Threesome: Sephiroth/Cloud Strife/Squall Leonhart (Leon)
Fandom: Kigdom Hearts
Theme: [16] Devil
Disclaimer: I, sadly enough, do not own Kingdom Hearts.
Note: Warning for yaoi, which is obvious, and for dark themes. Part one of the 'Resolution' arc. (On pairings: Blatant SephirothxLeon and heavily implied LeonxCloud with possessive Sephiroth over Cloud tossed in the mix.) Very subtle spoilers to Showdown of Fate.
It was a dream.
He knew it the moment that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness; the second that he had let his body slowly conform to the lack of warmth that was filling the air and wrapping him in a chilled blanket, holding him prisoner to its touch.
Distantly he remembered where he had been and what he had been doing, the phantom feeling of Cloud's body intertwined with his lingering, their limbs locked together as they lay, sprawled out on the tussled sheets of their shared bed, their naked bodies linked together and the sound of gentle breathing filling the room as the slept.
So it had to be a dream. The logical portion of Leon's brain told him such, and he went along with it.
It was never a good idea to go against his logic, after all. At least, it provided him with some kind of a basis to go off of, a judgment as to where he was and what was happening even when he had no idea of the truth.
But he just kept telling himself, over and over again. He was in a dream, in some imaginary place away from Cloud.
At least, that was what his mind tried to tell him as he wandered, aimlessly, through the shadows and over the cracked earth at his feet. The land was barren, as if some catastrophic event had occurred and only he remained in the midst of the destruction, alone and confused and without a sign or light to point him in the correct direction.
So he walked. He wasn't sure where he was going, or where he was trying to go, but that didn't matter. All that did was that he kept moving.
A part of him tried to find out what had caused this strange occurrence, what had drawn him from his slumber and into this nightmarish dream world that he now found himself lost in, gray eyes watching out over black and searching for the blue that he knew he wouldn't find.
Perhaps it was a sign. A notion about what had transpired the day before.
He remembered that in all too clear of detail. The fight, where all he could do was watch, watch as Cloud strove to battle off that which had haunted his dreams and plagued his mind for the better years of his life.
All he could do was watch.
Leon had never been able to just sit back and observe, and the matter of Cloud being involved and that man, the man with the bright green eyes and the sneer that haunted even him, had only made the situation worse.
But Cloud had emerged victorious, regardless of his past defeats, and his unease had been put to rest for a little while longer.
Or so he had assumed. Leon had suspicions, yes, and a guess as to where the man had gone and what had really happened.
The shadows didn't just disappear. They remained, crawling just out of reach, sneaking at the corner of a person's peripheral vision and slowly driving them mad as they strove to find where that flicker of movement came from, spinning on the spot and turning to look, only to find nothing there but the flutter of feathers and the emptiness that had always been.
He was going insane.
But it was just a dream, wasn't it? Just something that he had worked up in his sleep to force him to remember that man and those words from before.
He couldn't get them out of his head.
"I will take him from you. He rightfully belongs to me."
And before he could register what was happening, hot breath was spilling over his ear, arms encasing his hips and pulling him back out of the abyss that he had been lost in and toward a chilly darkness, his smaller body falling limp in the grasp that was around him. He gasped as those hands worked down the curves of his pants and figure, clamping down there, holding him tight.
"I will take him." A shudder crept down his spine and, nightmare or not, he struggled to free himself from that all too possessive grip, from that tight lock on his body that held him oh so close to the frostiness of darkness that seemed to pour from that man.
"Don't touch me."
His words fell on deaf ears. Willowy fingers were reinforcing their grip, tugging at his skin and working their way beneath leather binding and further along his form, down his leg and around the innermost part of his thighs.
A shuddering breath worked from his lips.
He was frozen in place, entranced by that touch, by the hot breath on his ear that was so much of a contrast to the chill in the others body that permeated every other part of him.
"I'm doing this because of him." The body pressed closer against him, hips digging into his rear and causing him to groan and yell in protest all in one congealed sound. "Because he wants you." Fingers were now working higher, exploring, adventuring along the contours of his body and earning quick spasms and shivers of flesh in their wake. "And I want him."
Leon fought against that touch, hissing low in his throat as he was spun around in that grasp, gray eyes locking onto bright green and staring, horrified, at the face that he had dreaded seeing again, that he had wished would just go away and leave them both alone.
A mouth was being forced onto his in a matter of seconds, fingers caught in the choppy length of his hair and tugging him tight into that embrace, his arms flailing against the strong chest before him at the connection.
Even the man's kisses were icy cold.
"And to get to him, I have to get through you."