The writing style for this drabble is a bit different from what I usually write, but I'm definitely satisfied with the outcome.

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leon/cloud
"discontent"
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"Aah," Cloud let out a small gasp, the muscles in his abdomen quivering as Leon's gloved fingers snaked beneath his shirt.

The brunet pressed his lips to the blond's clavicle, breath hot and moist as he placed a trail of kisses along Cloud's jawline.

Cloud's hands dropped to Leon's waist, blindly and frantically working to unlatch each of the brunet's belts. He made a self-satisfied noise when he heard the loud clank of metal hitting the ground.

Backtrack seven minutes.

"A storm is coming," said Cloud mid-strike as he heard a deep rumbling coming from the east. He took a step back and brought his blade up to absorb the blow from Leon's own blade.

Leon hated storms. They brought back horrible memories. Memories filled with darkness and screaming helplessness and—

"Leon? You don't look so good. Do you wanna stop?" When Leon nodded, both straightened and began walking.

"We can stay at my place until it passes," Leon said.

Fast forward nine minutes.

Cloud makes a small noise as he and Leon make their way to the makeshift bed in the corner, tripping over limbs, and grasping at shoulders.

They waste little time, quickly removing their garments and tossing them carelessly aside, and Leon is folding himself into Cloud, kissing him hard on the mouth.

The rain is still pouring, but, Leon thinks, maybe storms aren't all that bad.

coming soon:
axel/demyx
"did you lose a bet?"
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