Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Amazing, isn’t it?

Riku: And if she owned it, she wouldn’t be writing this right now.

Cloud: It would be made into an anime or manga.

Leon: We wouldn’t have a place in the actual game, considering that this is an alternate universe.

Cloud: But if possible, it would have been done.

Riku: But seeing as she’s not making any money off it, and that it belongs to Square Enix—

Cloud: I liked Squaresoft so much better—why’d they have to buy out their rival company?

Leon: …Funding issues?

Riku: —Ahem. Vash’s Girl is not sue-worthy.

Cloud: Unless you’d like some lint, a penny, and her British Lit. textbook to console you.

Leon: …I thought she liked British Lit.?

Cloud: She does. It’s just the most expensive book she has.

Leon: Ah…

Riku: Anyway. Does not own it. No money is being made off it. Suing is pointless. That about cover it? …Yeah. So this disclaimer is finished.

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Author’s Notes…

Vash’s Girl: Uzu and I came up with this sudden fascination of LeonxRiku one night. Later, it turned out that I owed her smut as per my promise, and she said that she would like LeonxRikuxCloud. And since I can’t write PWP (Plot? What plot?), this idea was born. Who knows? There may be a companion fic for it later (I already have an idea in mind).

VG: Moving on. I suggest that if you are faint of heart that you do not read this. It is LEONXRIKUXCLOUD, for the third time (first was in summary). So there—don’t flame me about the pairing, as you know what it is, so it is YOUR fault if you read it, anyway. Everyone understand that? Everyone got it? Comprende? Kapiche? Kweh? Wark? Good. XD

VG: Special thanks to my betas! Aoi Nikko, Cerena, Falasphian, Umi Hitomi no Kanshu, and Nathalsa—you guys are the best!

VG: So here it is… The smut I promised Uzumaki-sama… I hope you’re happy! T-T

VG: Read and review and remember…

Vash and VG: This world is made of LOVE AND PEACE!!!

Vash: And donuts.

VG: …?

Vash: Never you mind!

VG: … Riiiight.

Riku, Cloud, and Leon: Review!

Obsidian Feathers

“What do you think of Riku?”

Leon opened his eyes slowly, staring at the wall. He could feel Cloud’s lightning blue eyes boring into his back, burning with what was probably expectation.

It was night out, and a quick glance at the alarm clock glowing at them with its digital green numbers revealed that it was two in the morning. They had just had sex, and Leon had just been about to nod off as he basked in the afterglow, and now this question from seemingly out of nowhere jolted him from what he thought was a well-deserved break.

Leon shrugged tiredly, body spent from previous activities. He didn’t have the energy at the moment to turn and face the blonde. “I don’t,” he replied gruffly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I don’t. I couldn’t care less about him. He pisses me off. There’s just something about him that really bothers me.”

“So you do think about him,” Cloud pressed.

“Not positively, but yes,” Leon conceded, closing his eyes again and hoping it was over.

But Cloud wasn’t finished with his incessant questions. He shifted behind Leon, sheets whispering across one another as he leaned over the brunette, placing one arm beside him on the mattress while his fingertips edged beneath his pillow. The rest of his body was arched over Leon, and his blonde hair tickled Leon’s cheeks before he breathed softly to his ear, “Why don’t you like him?”

Leon shivered a little, tingles spreading pleasantly down his spine, then rolled onto his back and lifted one arm, curling it around his head. He shrugged. “I just don’t.”

Cloud frowned a little, blue eyes glowing in the dark room. “I don’t get it. I mean, he’s smart, he hasn’t—”

“He has a major attitude problem,” Leon cut in firmly, wishing that the blonde would just let it drop. Hadn’t he answered enough questions already? Why couldn’t they just go back to bed? Why the topic of Riku out of all of them? “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“I was just wondering,” Cloud replied. “You usually have better reasons for disliking people.” Before Leon could respond to that, Cloud yawned and shifted back to where he was lying beside Leon on the bed. Smirking a little at the glare smoldering in Leon’s stormy gray-blue eyes, Cloud rolled over, his back to the brunette, and closed his eyes. “Good night, Leon.”

A few minutes later, Cloud’s soft snoring reached Leon’s ears.

Leon blinked, staring curiously at Cloud’s back, brows furrowing contemplatively. Well, if that hadn’t been so completely random… Why the Hell would Cloud want to know about that little snot? The brunette scowled to himself. Liking Riku Daemonson? Was Cloud out of his mind? And Leon figured that Cloud would have known him better. But no. Instead, he goes asking about…

How strange. Why the Hell would Cloud want to know? Leon didn’t even speak to Riku; in fact, he avoided him all together, even though they shared several classes. The silver-haired boy gave Leon a headache, and he wanted nothing more than to smash his smug face into a wall and forget he ever existed. Besides, he didn’t even have the time to properly dislike Riku—there were his studies, food, sleep, Cloud, repeat. So why…? Unless…

Cloud wasn’t developing a… a ‘thing’ for Riku, was he? No, he couldn’t be! After all, Cloud was happily in love with Leon, and… likewise… but… It just didn’t make sense. So random, that question… Hmm…

Frowning to himself, Leon closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep, but his dreams were troubled.

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Riku did not look happy.

Leon allowed himself a brief sadistic thought before he sat down before his sketchpad, readying his pencils. It was art class, which he shared with Riku and Cloud, and today they were to be doing real-life sketches of a certain silver-haired boy. Said boy was staring gloomily ahead, trying to ignore all the admiring eyes searing into his body.

Hmm… Leon thought. How embarrassing was it to be exposed to the class like that? Well, granted, he wasn’t entirely exposed.

Riku was sitting on an elaborately styled table in the center of the art department, a crown of garland around his head, accentuating his silver locks, which fell in straight layers to his shoulder blades. Dark green leaves were wrapped loosely about his chest, which was pale… and smooth… His arms were slender, albeit muscular, looking as fragile as porcelain, but stronger, radiating a quiet strength. His aqua green eyes were narrowed in thought, as if he were tuning out the rest of the world, and his full lips were pouty, enticing…

Leon’s eyes flicked over the boy, admiring his lithe body.

A sheet was wrapped around his waist, cut artfully to leave his legs in full view, as if he were a maiden from back in the Grecian times. One leg was lifted, resting casually against the table’s surface, and the sheets fell gracefully around it, covering up to his knee, then rumpling and brushing against the pale skin of his leg. His arm was curled around his knee, the other resting behind him on the table, fingers splayed. He looked as beautiful as a statue, but he was molded from blood, porcelain flesh, eyes of the sea. He was absolutely breathtaking, unapproachable, as fragile as glass and frozen in eons of time.

Leon sucked in a soft breath, completely taken away.

“…”

The bell rang, signaling the start of class.

Leon blinked rapidly, taken out of his trance, and he scowled to himself, unnerved that he had been staring at Riku in such a way.

What way? his mind chided, and Leon would not answer himself. Why the Hell did Riku have to have the body of a young god? But what did it matter, anyway? Just because he was absolutely beautiful didn’t mean that his personality matched it, and Leon still despised the little brat.

Scoffing, Leon picked up his sketching pencils and began to draw as soon as the teacher was done giving instructions. He was furious with himself. He usually wasn’t so blatantly obvious about things, but there he had been, openly admiring Riku’s body as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world. And it so wasn’t, because Cloud’s body was beautiful, too, and…

Disgusted now, Leon dragged a hand through his shaggy chestnut brown hair, eyes narrowing a little. What the Hell? What the Hell did he have to justify to himself for? Nothing. He just happened to think Riku was pretty, that was all.

Not pretty… Beautiful…

Rrr, whatever, it didn’t matter.

Leon shook his head, lips pressing into a thin line, brows drawing down sharply. He put the tip of his pencil to his paper and began to draw in long strokes, gaze occasionally flicking up to Riku for a guide. Riku continued to sit there, seemingly oblivious to the world, eyes now slightly glazed. He looked like he was sulking now more than anything, ruining the god-like image he had first impressed Leon with today, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was getting this picture done so he wouldn’t get a zero on today’s assignment.

…Soft, pouty lips…

His pencil stilled in its frantic movements against the paper.

…“Leon… ”

… Smirk…

His fingers loosened in their grip on his pencil as warmth spread through his groin, causing his cheeks to warm, his blood to thrum. His mouth was suddenly incredibly dry; his mind was humming pleasantly.

… Silver hair spread along a pillow… Lips parting in a sharp gasp, a low moan… Slender hands gripping bed sheets, head tossing back, silver hair flying, exposing a slender throat…

…“Leon!”…

His pencil dropped from his numb fingers, time seeming to come to a halt, the pencil slowly twisting through the air, then landing with a jarring echo to Leon’s ears that was lost to the distant rumble of his classmates sketching and talking softly amongst themselves. His eyes stared sightlessly ahead, not seeing the classroom, just haunting, beautiful images caressing his mind’s eye.

…Chest heaving with gasps, covered in a thin layer of sweat… Lips curling around a pert, pale pink nipple… Hands fisting in his hair, tugging insistently…

“Leon!” came a sudden whisper, a hand clamping down firmly on his shoulder, and all pretenses of distance were lost as time continued its regular flow, speeding back into line. Leon jerked, his eyes watering, his pants stretched uncomfortably tight across his groin. He cleared his throat, licking his lips, shaking his head a little to clear his hazy mind.

“… Leon?”

Leon blinked, turning his head to see Cloud there, brows furrowed in concern. His other hand was holding up Leon’s pencil with its now broken lead; the fingers of the hand on his shoulder curled in a little, squeezing. Leon swallowed again, unsure of what to say. He hesitated, licking his lips once more—damn, were they dry, or what?—and slowly took his pencil from Cloud. The blonde raised an eyebrow slowly, probably wondering at Leon’s odd behavior, and waited.

“… What?” Leon asked softly, digging in his book bag for his sharpener. He slowly began to sharpen the pencil with careful, precise movements, but it wasn’t for saving the pencil’s end, but more of something to do with his hands.

Cloud continued watching him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Leon murmured, sniffing and setting his sharpener aside, lifting his pencil to the sketch pad once more.

His blonde companion was silent for a moment, and then Cloud leaned close, whispering to Leon’s ear, breath ghosting over the shell, “He’s beautiful… Isn’t he?”

Leon’s pencil snapped in his hand.

Several heads turned to look in their direction, glaring at the disruption, and before Cloud could open his mouth and question Leon’s behavior, Leon was already standing, shoving the blonde aside. He stuffed his pencils and things into his book bag, flapped his sketchbook closed, put it away, then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Gasps filled the still air, but Leon didn’t care, and he glared at the people gathered in the hallway before brushing past them, stalking down the hallway.

What the Hell?!

What. The. Hell?!

Feeling betrayed—or worse, that he should, but didn’t, because he agreed completely—Leon charged around a corner, shrugging his leather book bag more securely up on his shoulder. He was too busy stomping down the hallway to notice a cinnamon-haired boy trudging along before him, absorbed in his book, and thus Leon crashed into the smaller brunette.

Papers went flying, scattering to the air, books dropped to the ground with a sharp thud. Without bothering to help the boy up or apologizing for smashing into him, Leon moved past him quickly, boots catching a few of the papers and tearing into them.

“HEY!” the boy cried to his back, pouting, sapphire blue eyes glaring. “That was my history essay!”

Leon ignored him, hurrying around the next corner.

Damn that stupid, silver-haired brat.

It was all his fault. Of course, it was.

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Leon yawned, moving into the mostly quiet solace of the computer lab, and the sound of fingers tapping at keys was oddly comforting. He was here for a project in history he had to do research on, which was fortunate because his dorm room had begun to grow rather stifling.

The old air conditioner rattled in protest, dying, using its last breath in a vain attempt to cool the lab’s occupants. Outside the broad thick windows, soft gray clouds drifted slowly over a full moon. Stars glittered here and there, lost in the blanket of the clouds and the night sky.

The computer lab was closing at eleven today, meaning he had only a few hours to get this done before he was forced to leave. And so, setting his book bag down beside a chair, Leon pulled it out and plopped down, hand moving the mouse over to Explorer. Typing in a webpage, he began his work.

“Shit,” came a sudden hiss from somewhere near him.

Leon blinked, looking up, but no one was there. A frown and a quick survey of the lab revealed none other than Riku Daemonson himself, sitting diagonally across from him, glaring furiously at his computer, slender fingers gripping the mouse tightly, lips pressed into a thin line. His fine silver hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, thin and small.

The brunette blinked, surprised. He hadn’t ever seen the brat with glasses before.

Leon pondered to himself for a few moments as Riku muttered angrily beneath his breath. From what he knew about the younger boy—Leon was twenty-five, and Riku must have been only nineteen—he was always quiet, very studious. Rumors went around about the Ice Prince, saying that his parents were high up in the medical field, thereby making Riku filthy rich.

His brows furrowed thoughtfully. Riku had also been nominated for several awards, and he had plenty of scholarships to pay for all his college expenses. He mostly locked himself up in his room, hardly ever coming out, and he didn’t have any friends… Or at least none that anyone really knew of. He was occasionally seen talking to a blue-eyed brunette, and rumors had started about that, too, but what did it matter? Leon didn’t listen to rumors, so thinking about all of this was pointless. The actual point was that, when confronted, Riku had a major superiority complex, and Leon really didn’t like his attitude. Especially not the smug air he usually carried about him.

He probably bribed the damn dean to get everything he had and wanted. Hrmph.

But Leon suddenly remembered the quiet sullen-ness that Riku had emitted a week ago in art class. If he thought he was better than everyone, then why didn’t he bask in the limelight of everyone’s practical hero worship… or god worship…

… God, that body… Now covered in a standard dark blue college T-shirt and jeans. Even in such casual wear he looked angelic, stray strands of his hair framing his perfect, heart-shaped face. His silky silver hair glimmered in the little light issued from the overhead lights, his aqua green eyes…

… Writhing beneath him, a moan tearing from his slender throat, hands gripping the sheets…

… Panting for air, sweat glistening on his porcelain skin…

… “Leon!”…

Swallowing against his suddenly dry throat and shifting uncomfortably, Leon crossed his legs and looked back to his computer. Damnit, what was up with these images? Whatever. It didn’t matter. He had a history project to work on.

So absorbed in focusing on his project and not on fucking the silver-haired boy senseless, he failed to miss the tiny smirk curving a corner of Riku’s lips.

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“I talked to Riku today.”

Leon paused as Cloud’s words reached his ears from his bed, pen hovering over his notes at his small, circular table. He set his jaw, silently asking God why they had to get on this track again, then scribbled down a few notes from his literature book.

Damnit… That’s all anyone ever talks about these days… Riku, Riku, Riku…

… “Riku! Nnn… ”…

Eyebrow twitching slightly, Leon shoved the flash of sexual desire aside, angry with himself again. God bless America! Would it never end?! What was so special about that kid, anyway?! Nothing! Absolutely nothing!

… “Mmm… Leon… ”…

Hissing beneath his breath, Leon slammed his textbook shut, then leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He had to get over this… whatever it was. If only Cloud hadn’t brought up his thoughts toward Riku… If only Riku hadn’t been the model for art two weeks ago… Stupid professor… Stupid Riku! … Maybe even stupid Cloud. He had started this, after all!

Leon heard Cloud shift and roll over, and the blonde asked, “Why don’t you like him, Leon? What’s so horrible about him?”

Sighing impatiently, Leon crossed his arms over his chest and looked over his shoulder at the blonde, who was watching him intently through his lightning blue eyes with sheets curled at his waist.

Dropping his feet on the table, Leon replied, “I already told you why, Cloud. I just don’t like him. His attitude—”

“He’s actually pretty nice,” Cloud said, and Leon scowled at the interruption.

“I don’t care, Cloud,” Leon replied gruffly.

The blonde continued on as if Leon hadn’t said anything, and the brunette bristled, but was again ignored. “Riku only has a few friends, you know.” Cloud rolled onto his stomach, folding his arms before him on the bed and resting his cheek on them. Blonde strands of hair fell gently into his eyes, the sheets scooped down his waist, showing an inch or so of his ass.

Leon’s gaze raked over it. Hmm…

If Cloud noticed, he again didn’t let on to it. “He’s in love with his best friend—you know, the brunette everyone occasionally sees him with? But the boy thinks he’s in love with somebody else. Riku says Sora isn’t in love with his girlfriend—that’s the brunette’s name, Leon. And I was thinking, isn’t that sad? Unrequited love?”

Leon gave a derisive snort, rolling his eyes. “What about it? It happens all the time.”

“Yeah, but… ” Cloud rolled onto his back, arms spread limply across the sheets towards Leon. “Sora’s his only true friend, and Riku told him how he felt, but said that Sora didn’t have to do anything. Riku said everything would go back to normal, and so far, it’s working well. Riku’s a great pretender.”

Cloud frowned, brows furrowing thoughtfully. “I mean… it’s so sad. Plus, he’s also having trouble with his family.”

Leon briefly wondered when his boyfriend and the brat had become such great friends.

“You see, he doesn’t want to marry—obviously—and he doesn’t want to follow the medical field, so he’s doing law. You’d think it’d be just as good, but apparently his parents are never happy with him, and they’ve been fighting with him for as long as he can remember. His college funds are paid from the scholarships he earned. They’ve paid for nothing. He also revealed that he’s on the verge of being disowned.”

Cloud hesitated, then smiled, eyes glittering. “I want him, Leon. And you want him, too. We could have him together, and—”

“No,” Leon said very firmly, unsure if he was hearing correctly. What the Hell?! A threesome?! Leon felt vaguely hurt, but what worried him was that he actually sort of liked the idea, and that was not good. Not at all.

Instead of getting upset at Leon’s adamant refusal, however, Cloud merely gave him a small smile and rolled over once more, this time on his side and facing the wall. A few moments later, his soft, even breathing reached Leon’s ears, alerting the pissed off brunette that he was asleep.

What had been going on these past couple of months?

Leon scowled, brows drawing down sharply. What the Hell was so fucking special about that kid, huh? So what if things weren’t really as they seemed? As far was Leon was concerned, Riku Daemonson was still a brat who thought he was better than everyone else.

Admittedly, Leon wasn’t exactly poor. His father, Laguna Loire, was the CEO of a major company, and though Leon hated him, he had grown up in a wealthy family. Kiros and Ward, his “uncles”, had helped raised him with Laguna, as his mother, Rain, had died giving birth to him. Leon had always been a rebellious child, however, and never accepted anything from his father. He was here on his own terms, by his own hard work. When he had turned eighteen, he had changed his name—Squall Leonhart, Leonhart being his mother’s maiden name—then changed it again in college. There were too many painful reminders of his past…

When’s the last time I talked to my father…? Leon thought idly, then shrugged. What did it matter? They hadn’t exactly parted on happy terms. Laguna sent him the occasional birthday card, holiday card, etc., but… that was it, really. After a few years in which Leon blatantly ignored Laguna, the man had just… given up.

Still, Leon didn’t treat people as if they were inferior to him, despite his social upbringing. Everyone was equal. Leon just happened to hate people, and it wasn’t that he thought he was better, it was just…

“Riku’s a great pretender.”

Leon dragged a hand through his hair, pursing his lips, and watched Cloud’s body move in the pattern of breathing for a moment, then finally conceded to the fact that he was too angry to accomplish anything else constructive tonight. Slipping out of his pajama bottoms, he crawled into bed behind Cloud and gingerly wrapped his arms around the blonde, pulling him close. Leon reveled in his warm skin and buried his nose in the blonde’s neck, inhaling deeply.

… Cloud… I love you, despite the fact that sometimes you make me really angry…

“Mmm… ” Cloud hummed in his sleep, sighing. Leon closed his eyes and allowed the blonde’s soft snoring to lull him to sleep.

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Damnit.

Leon scowled. Things were just going from bad to worse.

It was art class, and today Professor Mims had decided that they would be partnering up and sketching their partner as they saw them. He had them divided into pairs, and by some unfortunate act of Fate, Leon now found himself facing Riku as Cloud faced Artemis across the room. The brunette would rather be facing his lover than some sex-driven sex-god facing him, but Leon trusted Cloud, it was just that… Well… He was stuck with Riku of all people.

“Why so glum?” Riku asked, an all-too-familiar smirk curling his lips.

Leon pointedly glared at him, but did not reply, instead getting out his sketching utensils. He was just going to do his best to pretend that the silver-haired boy did not exist.

“You know, Leon,” Riku said, getting out his own pencils and erasers. He lifted a pencil to his pad and began to sketch. “I don’t see what you’re being so grumpy for. I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“Whatever,” Leon grunted, beginning to sketch, as well.

“So how are your classes going?”

“Fine,” Leon grunted. Maybe if he weren’t so responsive, the brat would just give up.

“That’s good. Mine are a bit stressful.”

There was a long pause in which the low hum of talking from their surrounding classmates filled the room. Pencils glided over paper with soft skritch-skritches; the air conditioner rattled a little. There was the occasional clearing of the throat, the occasional someone popping their knuckles. Not distracting, just—

“I saw you in the library the other week,” Riku said suddenly, and Leon glanced up to see him sketching, brows knitted in concentration. He looked for all the world as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

Eyeing him suspiciously, Leon went back to his sketch. “… ”

A few more moments of silence passed, and then, very softly so that even Leon’s keen ears almost did not catch it, “I saw that you were looking at me.”

Leon froze, then shrugged easily, although his heart had skipped a beat. Shit. Riku had caught him? Well, he supposed he had been pretty obvious, sitting there openly staring. Leon silently cursed himself—how could he have been so stupid?! Damnit, this wasn’t supposed to have happened…

The brunette was careful to keep his face an expressionless mask, but he had a white-knuckled grip on his sketching pencil, and his strokes on the paper were becoming a little harder. His eyebrow gave a customary twitch, and still he said nothing.

“Pfft. Act like you didn’t, Leon, but I know you did.” Riku sounded almost amused. “Especially that day in art class.”

Eyebrow twitch. Eyebrow twitch.

Leon cleared his throat, thoroughly annoyed with himself and just pissed off at Riku. Who the Hell did that punk think he was?! Assuming things—even if they were correct assumptions—and being completely smug about it, that irritating smirk upon his lips the entire time. Leon really considered slamming his face into a wall again. Then they’d see who had the last smirk.

The rest of the class passed by in relative silence. Leon focused on his sketch, trying not to think about anything, distancing himself from the world. His anger had mostly left him, leaving him tired. It didn’t help that he was already worn with fatigue. These last few weeks had been wearing on his mind, and he was again at the point to where he slept, ate, studied, repeat. Cloud missed him, but didn’t bring it up—he knew this was a hard time for Leon, and so he respected that. Leon loved him all the more for it.

Leon was still a little unused to attachment. Cloud had tendencies to be affectionate, and Leon, who hadn’t been touched that way in so long, had had to grow comfortable with it, or at least somewhat. He enjoyed Cloud’s company, and yet even though Leon’s heart sometimes closed up on Cloud, the brunette still worked on opening up to him, letting down the walls he had constructed so carefully that he had kept up to protect himself for so long.

He smiled faintly to himself. Sure, Cloud got on his nerves sometimes, but that was all right. Their relationship was stable, there was never a dull moment, and—

“Alright, class! We only have five minutes left. It’s time to show your interpretation of your partner!” Professor Mims exclaimed, clapping his hands.

Leon blinked, startled out of his thoughts, then looked at his sketch. He frowned, disappointed with himself. He had only managed a rough outline of Riku, because he had been so distracted.

Frowning, Leon shifted to glance uneasily at the professor, and before he could tell Riku that he hadn’t gotten much done, his silver-haired partner carefully tore his sketch off his pad. He signed it, then stood and passed it silently to Leon. When the brunette took it, Riku began gathering up his things, taking Leon’s picture as he did so. He glanced at it briefly, dispassionately, and when Leon scowled, he looked up from putting his pencils back in their case and smirked.

“Aren’t you going to look at the picture?” he asked softly, sea-green eyes glittering, then bent over his leather book bag, setting his pencil case in it. Leon watched him a moment longer, noting how Riku’s hair fell into his face and how the boy absentmindedly tucked it behind his ears before returning to his work.

“… ”

Sighing inaudibly, Leon finally looked at the picture and froze.

Leon was sitting on his stool as he was now, but he had his arms crossed, head bent forward and slightly to the side so that his hair fell across his face. His legs were slightly spread, one foot tucked onto a peg on the stool, and Riku had captured the imperfection of the wrinkles in his clothing. All of this was normal enough, but it was the appendages added to his body that…

A pair of raven black wings sprouted from his back, curling into the air, feathers fanned out. They were sinister-looking, but Riku had somehow managed to give them an air of… sadness… agony.

Riku saw Leon as a fallen angel?

Slowly lowering the picture, Leon stared directly ahead in a quiet state of numbness. Riku shrugged his book bag over his shoulder, face expressionless, and then put away his sketchpad. Moments later he left the classroom, leaving Leon alone as Professor Mims bustled out, as well.

“… ”

Quite suddenly, Leon was angry.

Leaving his things in the classroom, Leon snatched up Riku’s picture and stormed out of it, seeing red. He was absolutely livid. Who the fuck did Riku think he was?! That damned brat…!

Leon was like a storm coming down the hallways, and students made sure to get out of his way before he set his icy wrath upon them. A few girls squeaked, frightened, a few boys shouted rude things to his back, but Leon barely heard them and just ignored them.

He was going to wrap his hands around that pale, slender throat and slowly squeeze…

Leon couldn’t have told you why he was angry. He just was.

The brunette he had run into a few odd weeks ago hastily dodged out of Leon’s path, tripping and stumbling into the wall. He glared at Leon indignantly, pouting, sapphire blue eyes glittering angrily. Leon barely noticed.

There was something about Riku that completely caused Leon’s blood to boil. Leon was used to being in control. He was used to brushing people off, not worrying or caring about anything, being the “Ice Prince”, but that damned…

Mind games… Riku was playing fucking mind games with him, and somehow he had learned how to press all of Leon’s buttons, and the brunette did not appreciate that. Not one bit.

He didn’t know why he didn’t like the brat, he just didn’t. And, at the moment, that was enough for Leon.

Leon burst through the glass entrance doors, and a few startled people lounging around on the patio looked up. Leon stomped past them without a second glance, his stormy gray-blue eyes set on his goal.

As if sensing his presence, Riku turned around, raising an eyebrow slowly. Leon caught up to him, and he leaned close, hissing, “What the Hell is this all about?” He pointed to the picture, gesturing wildly. His eyebrow was twitching and he couldn’t make it stop.

Riku lifted his shoulders into a graceful shrug, replying calmly, “Well… Professor Mims said to draw you as I saw you. And I see you as this… dark, brooding thing… You’re a complete mystery, and this… black aura surrounds you… I think you’re rather interesting, and though rude—”

Growling low in his throat, Leon held up the picture in front of Riku and cleanly ripped it in half. A few people gasped, staring at the scene unfolding before them, but Riku looked on, face expressionless. But Leon didn’t really care and continued ripping the picture until it was mere shreds. The torn pieces flew into the air like confetti as he tossed them, and then sprinkled down slowly.

Leaning close again, Leon hissed, “I won’t play a part in your little games!”

“There are no games,” Riku replied stiffly, beginning to look just a little angry. “At least I’m not a cold-hearted bastard, afraid of anything and everything, molding myself into a quietly beautiful stone statue, touchable, but so far out of reach. At least I let myself feel things, and that is something you have yet to properly achieve.”

He leaned in, as well. “You’re pushing Cloud away, Leon. Keep on, and he won’t be there anymore. Then you’ll have no one.”

“What do you want from me?!” Leon growled, hands clenching into fists at his sides, body rigid with anger.

Riku smirked slowly, and then leaned closer, whispering to Leon’s ear. “I hate you, too, Leon. With a passion. You make me furious. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stand you.”

“But then why —”

“Because I want you,” Riku breathed. “I want your body.”

Leon’s eyes widened slightly.

“I want you to pound into me, painfully, relentlessly, until my throat is raw from screaming your name.”

Shock slamming into Leon, his hands twitched, and then uncurled from their tight fists. His mouth was suddenly dry as his body warmed with accompanying images to Riku’s heated words.

“I want to suck you off. I want to watch the pure pleasure on your face as I do it.” Riku grabbed the front of Leon’s T-shirt, jerking him close, and Leon was too numb with disbelief and… arousal to push him away. “I want you, Leon. And I’m thinking about it everyday. Aren’t you?”

There was a long, tense moment, in which Leon stared at the ground, Riku waited, and the people gathered around wondered what exactly it was that they were discussing so heatedly. Finally, stunned and angry, Leon shoved Riku away and stormed off, leaving Riku to quietly chuckle after him.

As people eventually left the clearing, a gust of wind came by, rustling through the leaves and bushes artfully placed around the department building. The pieces of the sketch stirred a little, and when a second, stronger gust came by, they began to drift slowly away from the patio. And in days to come, only the pieces would remember what exactly had taken place that day.

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“Leon…! Nnn… ”

Leon ran his tanned hands up the lithe body beneath him, both covered in sweat, gasping for air, hearts thundering against their chests. He kissed a slender shoulder as nails raked over his ass, and he ground down, pounding relentlessly into his partner’s body.

… That heat…

Hands fisted into his hair, teeth sank into his throat. Leon moaned softly, gripping onto slender, pale hips, lowering his head to capture full, pouty lips with his. Their tongues danced, saliva spread between them as a thin trail as Leon pulled away, broken when he tossed his head back and groaned.

… Rocking together, rocking together…

Slender hands trailed down his body, Leon pounded harder into the writhing flesh beneath him…

“Please, Leon, please!” Nails dug into his back, ripping into flesh, drawing blood, and Leon groaned, the pain bearing an unbelievably pleasurable edge. Passion had turned everything into blurs, hazy whites and grays, and the brunette had grown steadily masochistic, the imp beneath him a demanding sadist, hurting him with words and teeth and hands. But Leon only wanted ‘t get enough…

“Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!”

Sea-green eyes locked onto his, dark with hunger, burning passion, drawing Leon in, so that he was too helpless to pull away. They both panted, rocking together again, lips parting in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Leon awoke with a ragged gasp, gripping his bed sheets, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. He was bathed in a sheen of sweat, and his hair was sticking to the sides of his face and his shoulders, the cover was absent. Cloud had probably hogged it again, but not the sheets, which were mostly twisted around Leon’s legs.

There was a burning, throbbing problem, and it was demanding Leon’s attention.

Leon sat up, running his hands through his hair, so that it peeled away from his face. He shook his head, took a deep breath, slowly let it out.

“Damnit,” he whispered quietly to himself.

What to do?

Absolutely nothing.

Determinedly ignoring his current problem, Leon lay back down and rolled over, closing his eyes and forcing himself into sleep.

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Professor Brian Clint cleared his throat at his desk, shuffling his papers. Turning smoothly, he picked up a dry erase marker and began to write on the board today’s assignment. He was tired, and the last thing he needed today was a disruption in class. Let one kid try something…

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair, then pulled out his literature book and flipped to the page his professor was instructing on the board. Next followed a pen and paper, and as he returned to his book, he caught sight of the person sitting diagonally ahead of him.

Riku gave a little yawn—those full lips… —then blinked tiredly and shoved his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, bending down to grab his class utensils. The muscles in his back shifted beneath his soft blue long-sleeved button down shirt, his long silver hair brushed against his face and hid it from view.

What would it feel like to caress those muscles as they shifted beneath his hands?

“I want you to pound into me, painfully, relentlessly, until my throat is raw from screaming your name.”

Blinking as his eyes watered from taunting images and something further down south stirred to life, Leon pushed Riku’s heated words from a few days ago before out of his mind. And this would have proved successful had not Riku straightened, tossing his head full of silver hair back, running his fingers through it.

Those nimble fingers… Those pouty lips… What would it feel like to have them surrounding him, bringing him to the white-hot edge, until all sanity threatened to flee his mind, leaving him with only passion…?

“I want to suck you off. I want to watch the pure pleasure on your face as I do it.”

Swallowing against his dry throat, the brunette tore his gaze away from the silver-haired boy and looked down at his literature book. What the Hell was wrong with him?

Focus, Leon… Focus, he thought, forcing himself to listen to the sound of Professor Clint’s marker giving soft thuds against the board as he wrote. He tuned himself into the low chatter filling the classroom from more social students. He tried to absorb this, to block everything out of his mind but his schoolwork. He had to focus. It was important…

He heard Riku give a loud yawn. What would a moan sound like coming from that delicate throat? Or better yet, a…

“… Until I’m screaming your name… ”

He caught himself gazing at Riku again, and before he could once again return to his work, Riku paused, as if feeling someone was watching him very intently, then looked over his shoulder. Upon meeting Leon’s gaze with his own sea-green one, his lips slowly pulled up into a small smirk.