Final Fantasy VII (Cloud/Denzel)
Title: Scarborough Fair
Author: monitorscreen
Rating: R
Warning: Sexual acts with minor
Word count: 505
Summary: It is one of those days again.
Prompt: October 3 - Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Denzel: Age differences, emotional damage, AU - "If you do not wish to be seen, I will hide you away from the world's prying eye."
A/N: I think the prompt elements end up rather muffled. Still, I hope you like it.
Scarborough Fair
by monitor screen
It is one of those days again.
Denzel returns to an empty house after school. He takes in the mess in the living room, the half stripped-off bed sheet, the strewed satchel near the kitchen... And calmly disposes of his books, heading back out the door.
He finds Cloud outside the fire escape, in the stairwell dimly lit by the lazy afternoon sun. The blond sits on the steps, head bowed. He is turning something over in his hand. When Denzel comes closer he sees that it is a dice, the kind they use for gambling; Marlene has once showed him her father's set.
Denzel walks up to the crouching figure gently, bending down to see Cloud's face. "Let's go home, okay?" The dark wool of Cloud's vest is warm, like he has been under the sun for a long time. Denzel tugs lightly, "Mrs Gainsborough will finish her daily shopping soon; she always likes to use the stairs."
Slowly, as if from a trance, Cloud looks up. He strokes Denzel's cheek with his thumb. Denzel tries to smile encouragingly, grabbing the hand and tugs again, "Come on, let's go."
Reluctantly Cloud let himself be dragged along. Denzel can hear the distant chatter of the neighbours as he shuts the door. Turning back, he finds Cloud has settled among the disordered pillows, staring out into the descending globe of light.
At a loss of how to proceed, Denzel crawls onto the bed as well and hugs the blond tight. Sometimes Cloud would just snap out of this brooding; other times...
Solid arms hug him back; Cloud buries his face against Denzel's jacket. They stay like that for the longest time, under the dying sunlight. Their breathing the only thing echoing in the desolate apartment.
Sometime after the sun has set completely, Denzel feels Cloud shift. Warm breath tickles his neck, calloused fingers caress his cheeks... Some moisture on his lips, and then he is being kissed.
It is not his first kiss, but the heat is still overwhelming. When it is over, Denzel finds himself on his back, Cloud a reassuring weight atop him. Kisses continue dropping onto his jaw, his collarbone, his chest when Cloud opens his shirt. Denzel squirms a little, feeling self-conscious about his scrawny body. If only he could have muscles like Cloud...
The kisses stop when Cloud reaches his belt. The blond pauses, frozen for a moment, before sitting up. Edging away. He smoothes a hand down Denzel's front, over the lithe torso and tender skin of youth, coming to a stop over Denzel's stomach. A sigh and a slight shake of head later, Cloud gets off the bed.
Denzel just stares, flushed and uncertain.
Cloud rubs a hand over his face, turning to the doorway. He takes a deep breath, and says with hollow cheer, "It's getting late. What do you want for dinner?"
Life back to normal, and all is right with the world once more. Denzel is just not sure if this is really what he prefers.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author: monitorscreen
Rating: R
Warning: Sexual acts with minor
Word count: 505
Summary: It is one of those days again.
Prompt: October 3 - Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Denzel: Age differences, emotional damage, AU - "If you do not wish to be seen, I will hide you away from the world's prying eye."
A/N: I think the prompt elements end up rather muffled. Still, I hope you like it.
Scarborough Fair
by monitor screen
It is one of those days again.
Denzel returns to an empty house after school. He takes in the mess in the living room, the half stripped-off bed sheet, the strewed satchel near the kitchen... And calmly disposes of his books, heading back out the door.
He finds Cloud outside the fire escape, in the stairwell dimly lit by the lazy afternoon sun. The blond sits on the steps, head bowed. He is turning something over in his hand. When Denzel comes closer he sees that it is a dice, the kind they use for gambling; Marlene has once showed him her father's set.
Denzel walks up to the crouching figure gently, bending down to see Cloud's face. "Let's go home, okay?" The dark wool of Cloud's vest is warm, like he has been under the sun for a long time. Denzel tugs lightly, "Mrs Gainsborough will finish her daily shopping soon; she always likes to use the stairs."
Slowly, as if from a trance, Cloud looks up. He strokes Denzel's cheek with his thumb. Denzel tries to smile encouragingly, grabbing the hand and tugs again, "Come on, let's go."
Reluctantly Cloud let himself be dragged along. Denzel can hear the distant chatter of the neighbours as he shuts the door. Turning back, he finds Cloud has settled among the disordered pillows, staring out into the descending globe of light.
At a loss of how to proceed, Denzel crawls onto the bed as well and hugs the blond tight. Sometimes Cloud would just snap out of this brooding; other times...
Solid arms hug him back; Cloud buries his face against Denzel's jacket. They stay like that for the longest time, under the dying sunlight. Their breathing the only thing echoing in the desolate apartment.
Sometime after the sun has set completely, Denzel feels Cloud shift. Warm breath tickles his neck, calloused fingers caress his cheeks... Some moisture on his lips, and then he is being kissed.
It is not his first kiss, but the heat is still overwhelming. When it is over, Denzel finds himself on his back, Cloud a reassuring weight atop him. Kisses continue dropping onto his jaw, his collarbone, his chest when Cloud opens his shirt. Denzel squirms a little, feeling self-conscious about his scrawny body. If only he could have muscles like Cloud...
The kisses stop when Cloud reaches his belt. The blond pauses, frozen for a moment, before sitting up. Edging away. He smoothes a hand down Denzel's front, over the lithe torso and tender skin of youth, coming to a stop over Denzel's stomach. A sigh and a slight shake of head later, Cloud gets off the bed.
Denzel just stares, flushed and uncertain.
Cloud rubs a hand over his face, turning to the doorway. He takes a deep breath, and says with hollow cheer, "It's getting late. What do you want for dinner?"
Life back to normal, and all is right with the world once more. Denzel is just not sure if this is really what he prefers.
Comments and critiques welcomed.