(no subject)
Mar. 21st, 2006 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shanaqui posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
kh_drabbleHi, I'm new. ♥ I come bearing a drabble, but not for a challenge or anything.
Title: Scripted
Characters: Cloud, Leon
Rating: NC17
Word count: 518
Warnings: Smut
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icetears
It's a dark alleyway meeting that shouldn't feel as familiar as it does. Leon is there first, of course. He always is, he's always there first, even if you set off hours before you need to, somehow he's ahead of you. Cloud wonders if it's a sixth sense or just sheer damn luck. He always arrives late, too late for everything and it's cost him in the past.
He'd give a lot to know Leon's secrets. Not just that one, but all those that glitter behind the calm of his eyes.
It's a quiet greeting. Leon moves so that he's not quite so nonchalent, not quite so part of the wall, and nods slightly when Cloud says 'hey'. Cloud always feels a little foolish in that moment between moments.
But when he kisses Leon, that all backs away into soft fuzzy heat and Leon's hands in his hair. Sometimes then they stay like that, soft and a little desperate, and Cloud turns Leon towards the wall and fucks him, slow and deep and makes him cry out.
But more often than not, Leon moves, all smooth supple grace, and Cloud's the one with his back against the wall, fingers in Leon's hair, gasping for breath with the body tight against him, teeth on his neck, collarbone, nipping, kissing, marking. He's had meetings like that before, he thought, but none like this, though he's willing to bet Leon's had meetings like this so often they're scripted.
There're no words in these meetings, except greetings and farewells. It's all about lust and need and humanity and having promises to keep.
Leon tastes of it, of the quiet darkness and the soft contained noises, and when Cloud tastes his skin that's all he can think of, listening to the hitches in Leon's breathing and feeling the little movements of his body. Then there's the struggle for dominance, but Cloud usually wins but not, he thinks, for any reason other than that Leon likes it that way.
They take as few clothes off as possible and then there's Leon, with his back against the wall and his legs wrapped crushingly tight around Cloud, hands wherever the hell he wants to put them now. Cloud never teases, though it would be great to hear Leon gasping and moaning and begging. He thrusts in quick and feels Leon all tight and hot and he might moan, then, though he'd muffle it against Leon's shoulder.
It's quick and breathless from then on, thrusts and touches and deep rough kisses and teeth and tongues, tangling and slipping and his hand around Leon's cock, jerking him off and pulling the short sharp cries from Leon's mouth.
When they're done, they kiss one last time, deep, hungry, then Leon disentangles himself as if it's the simplest thing in the world, as if they haven't just fucked.
In the moment after, Leon shifts back, blending in with the wall, and Cloud steps back, with that taste on his lips with a good bye, and Leon just raises a gloved hand in farewell and that's all, that's it, and Cloud goes back to the rest of his life.
Title: Scripted
Characters: Cloud, Leon
Rating: NC17
Word count: 518
Warnings: Smut
Notes: Written for
icetearsIt's a dark alleyway meeting that shouldn't feel as familiar as it does. Leon is there first, of course. He always is, he's always there first, even if you set off hours before you need to, somehow he's ahead of you. Cloud wonders if it's a sixth sense or just sheer damn luck. He always arrives late, too late for everything and it's cost him in the past.
He'd give a lot to know Leon's secrets. Not just that one, but all those that glitter behind the calm of his eyes.
It's a quiet greeting. Leon moves so that he's not quite so nonchalent, not quite so part of the wall, and nods slightly when Cloud says 'hey'. Cloud always feels a little foolish in that moment between moments.
But when he kisses Leon, that all backs away into soft fuzzy heat and Leon's hands in his hair. Sometimes then they stay like that, soft and a little desperate, and Cloud turns Leon towards the wall and fucks him, slow and deep and makes him cry out.
But more often than not, Leon moves, all smooth supple grace, and Cloud's the one with his back against the wall, fingers in Leon's hair, gasping for breath with the body tight against him, teeth on his neck, collarbone, nipping, kissing, marking. He's had meetings like that before, he thought, but none like this, though he's willing to bet Leon's had meetings like this so often they're scripted.
There're no words in these meetings, except greetings and farewells. It's all about lust and need and humanity and having promises to keep.
Leon tastes of it, of the quiet darkness and the soft contained noises, and when Cloud tastes his skin that's all he can think of, listening to the hitches in Leon's breathing and feeling the little movements of his body. Then there's the struggle for dominance, but Cloud usually wins but not, he thinks, for any reason other than that Leon likes it that way.
They take as few clothes off as possible and then there's Leon, with his back against the wall and his legs wrapped crushingly tight around Cloud, hands wherever the hell he wants to put them now. Cloud never teases, though it would be great to hear Leon gasping and moaning and begging. He thrusts in quick and feels Leon all tight and hot and he might moan, then, though he'd muffle it against Leon's shoulder.
It's quick and breathless from then on, thrusts and touches and deep rough kisses and teeth and tongues, tangling and slipping and his hand around Leon's cock, jerking him off and pulling the short sharp cries from Leon's mouth.
When they're done, they kiss one last time, deep, hungry, then Leon disentangles himself as if it's the simplest thing in the world, as if they haven't just fucked.
In the moment after, Leon shifts back, blending in with the wall, and Cloud steps back, with that taste on his lips with a good bye, and Leon just raises a gloved hand in farewell and that's all, that's it, and Cloud goes back to the rest of his life.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 09:26 am (UTC)[MOD]
Date: 2006-03-21 03:18 pm (UTC)A word count is needed. Please edit the post with the word count. Thank you.
Re: [MOD]
Date: 2006-03-21 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-22 03:35 pm (UTC)Oh baby. Hot, and sexy, and yet not quite smutty, which makes it oh so delightful :). Nnnnnngh. Just... yummy :).
no subject
Date: 2006-03-22 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-28 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-28 02:16 pm (UTC)