Author: Hanna-chan
Email: [email protected]
Part: 2/5
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters
in it. And I'm not making any money of this piece of fanfiction. I
wrote it just for the joy of writing.
Warning: Will contain yaoi. Cid (bad language). Probably ooc. Later
chapters will have lemon in them.
Rating: R
Summary: After an incident at the Coliseum, Cid realizes that his
feelings for Leon just might be more than friendship.
Pairing: Cid/Leon
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Getting Yuffie to leave a room when she had her mind set otherwise
was a much more difficult task than an unenlightened person would
first think. But Cid knew otherwise, yes he did. That's why he
was more than mildly surprised when she left as quickly as she did. It
really was the weirdest thing. One moment she'd been chattering
the way she always did, then suddenly, her eyes got really big and locked
onto Cid's face, the babbling stopping in the middle of a
sentence. She had looked directly at him for a disturbingly long time, then her
eyes had flickered momentarily in the direction that Leon was in and
finally settled back on Cid, a look of� astonishment was not
quite the right word� on her face. Then the corner of her mouth
twitched in what threatened to become a big evil grin.
"I� ahm� I just remembered� eh� I� have to go now. Bye!"
And then she was gone, the sound of the door slamming shut and loud,
maniacal giggling lingering in the stunned/indifferent silence of the
room.
Leon, apparently unaffected by Yuffie's strange behavior, stood
up and calmly started to pull of his white T-shirt. The sound of belts
being undone caught Cid's attention, drawing him away from
confused thoughts of strange teenagers and closed doors. Which wasn't
necessarily a good thing, since watching Leon drop belts to the floor
and peel tight leather away from his sweaty thighs made his mind
conjure up thoughts of a, in Cid's mind, much more disturbing
nature.
He snapped his eyes back to the closed door before Leon could even
start to suspect that he was being watched, trying hard to fight back
arousal. Sighing mentally, he tried to force his thoughts back into
the safe little corner of his brain where he put all the things he
tried to deny, but it was useless. The idea of ravishing Leon had
broken free of all bonds, and now it refused to be locked away again.
Total defeat.
It wasn't the fact that he was attracted to another man that
bothered him; he'd come to terms with that part of his sexuality almost
twenty years ago. But this was Leon. His friend. A boy he'd seen mature
into a man. A very sexy and positively fuckable man. Cid wiped a hand over
his face in frustration, noticing, in that vague sort of way that you
do when your mind is occupied elsewhere, that the palm of his hand
was damp with sweat.
"I'm going to take a bath."
Leon was standing in the doorway between the locker room and the
steamy, tile-floored bath, wearing nothing but a ridiculously small
towel wrapped around his hips.
"You coming too? You stink."
Cid blinked, then sniffed his own armpits and winced badly, gasping
and almost choking when put face to face with the smell of almost 48
hours old sweat. Not very pleasant, to say the least. So� a decision
had to be made. Spend a short amount of time in a hot bath, naked,
with Leon, equally naked, in the same room, with a possibly
embarrassing outcome, or walk around smelling like he did (not like
freshly plucked flowers and women's perfume), until he returned
to Traverse Town and his own, personal shower. Which should be in about
two days.
`This is so stupid.'
"Yeah, I'm coming" he said in what he hoped was a normal tone,
but he silently thought that this day was becoming more and more ridiculous
with every second that passed.
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The bath wasn't very big, but it was covered from floor to
ceiling in shiny white tiles that made it look much larger than it actually was.
The actual bath took up most of the floor, and if it had been deeper
it could easily have been passed of as a really small swimming pool.
Next to the door was a drain, buckets of water and soap that, to
Cid's chagrin, smelled like roses.
By the time that Cid entered the bath, Leon had already finished with
the soap and was slowly lowering himself into the hot water. Cid,
afraid that it would give an embarrassingly visible reaction, refused
to look at him and instead busied himself with hanging his own towel
on a hook on the wall. Stepping over to the drain, he reluctantly
picked up the flowery soap.
"Damn stupid soap," Cid muttered, angrily scrubbing the soap over his
chest and arms.
"What's wrong with the people on this world? Putting stupid
women's flower soap in the men's bath? Really, do I look like a woman? If
I wanted people to think I was a woman, I'd wear a fuckin'
dress, not cover myself in flower soap!"
An amused snort, the Leon version of laughter, drifted over from the
direction of the bath. Cid looked over quickly, unused to hearing
Leon make amused noises, but the only thing he could see was the back
of the brunettes head. But still, what he could see of him looked
unusually relaxed. His head was leaned back and resting against a
rolled up towel to soften the hard edge of the tile floor, and Cid
was sure that if he could see his face, he would find his eyes closed.
Smiling, Cid turned back to the soap. There was no shampoo, so he
settled for scrubbing some soap in his hair as well, wincing at the
thought of smelling even more like flowers than he already did.
Finally deeming himself clean enough, he picked up a bucket of water
and poured it over his head, rinsing the lather away. He wiped some
water from his eyes, slicked his blond hair back against his scull
and sauntered over to the bath.
`Shit, it's hot!', he thought as he sat down next to Leon, the
muscles in his belly clenching and twitching in a way that he found
quite pleasant as the water reached past his navel. He leaned his
back against the wall of the bath and stretched his legs out in front
of him, wishing for one of the comfortable submerged benches they had
in the communal baths back at Hollow Bastion. And at Hollow Bastion
you didn't have to wash with stupid soap that smelled like stupid
flowers. And there were showers. Big, nice showers with heated
floors. Cid sniffed. Even the bath water smelled like flowers. Well,
at least it was nice and hot. Just what he needed after spending too
many hours sitting still on the uncomfortable stone bleachers that
framed the Coliseum's arena.
He tilted his head slightly to the left, just enough to be able to
look at Leon. As Cid had suspected, he was sitting there with his
eyes closed, looking very relaxed and comfortable. His lips were
parted a little, making him look almost asleep� and very
kissable. Cid desperately fought arousal, but the sight of Leon, combined with
the warm, gently moving water and his own rebellious brain, proved to
be a tough opponent. He turned his eyes away again to stare up at the
white ceiling before things could get too bad, trying to think of a
way to escape with his honor still intact.
`What is this? Why now, all of a sudden? It was never this bad
before. Stupid Yuffie, saying things like that and make me all�
jealous? Is that it? Why the hell am I jealous? Ah, I guess I've
just gone without for too fucking long.'
Leon gave a content little sigh beside him and slid further down in
the water, raising one of his legs so that the top of his knee poked
through the surface.
"This is nice," he murmured sleepily.
Cid looked at him, an eyebrow raised in surprise at the unexpected
sound of Leon's voice. Leon trying to make small talk? Cid couldn't
help but feel a bit worried.
"What is?" he asked, fully well knowing what Leon meant but wanting
to keep the conversation going.
"Just sitting here," Leon answered, a hand coming up to smooth some
water over his throat and collarbones.
"The water. It's nice."
"Mm," Cid rumbled in agreement, his own eyes falling shut for a
moment as he wondered if concussions could cause lasting personality
changes. There was a short silence before Leon continued, his voice
even sleepier than before.
"But you're right, though. It does smell a bit too flowery."
Cid chuckled.
Suddenly Leon's eyes were on him, serious and ice blue, and Cid
noticed that a little bit of tension had returned to his shoulders.
Leon's mouth opened and closed soundlessly a couple of times, as
if he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to say it. Cid
just kept quiet and waited, afraid that Leon's unusually talkative
mood would disappear if he was interrupted.
"Thank you."
The reluctant words startled Cid and his eyebrows shot up towards his
hairline.
"Wha? What for?"
Leon lowered his eyes and looked away.
"For before."
Cid let out a breath, his face softening into a smile. So that's
what the uncharacteristic small talk was all about.
"Ah, shit, you don't have to thank me, kid. That's what friends are
for, right?"
Leon visibly relaxed with an almost invisible Leon-smile and settled
back in his comfortable position, his eyes sliding shut again. He
went back to smoothing water over his collarbones, his hand
occasionally slipping down to his chest, fingers brushing nipples and
beautifully developed muscles, and slowly, he pulled his other leg
up, that knee joining the other above the water. Cid could do nothing
but stare. Sitting there with his eyes closed, thighs parted and the
clear water concealing nothing, Leon was the very picture of
sensuality, destroying every last bit of Cid's resistance. Cid had to
fight the urge to reach out and touch him, or himself, the thought of
what it would feel like to slide between those strong thighs making
him hard as steel in a matter of seconds.
`Fuck! What is this, second puberty? But gods, look at him.'
Cid discretely pulled his leg up to hide himself from view and rested
his arm over his lower stomach in what he hoped looked like a casual
gesture. And then he stayed completely still, just like that, afraid
that even the slightest movement would draw Leon's attention.
After what felt like forever, but probably only were a few minutes,
Leon finally moved to get out of the water. Cid tried not to look, he
really tried, but for a moment it was just there, right in front of
him, looking warm and heavy and swinging invitingly low between
strong, smooth thighs.
Cid stayed in the bath for a long time, until Leon left the locker
room and nobody would be able to see�