What Is Your Name?
#1 of A Lions Obsession
**_Obsession
You are an obsession, I cannot sleep
I am a possession unopened at your feet
There is no balance, no equality
Be still I will not accept defeat
I will have you, yes I will have you
I will find a way and I will have you
Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly
I will collect you and capture you
You are an obsession, you're my obsession
Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me
My fantasy has turned to madness
All my goodness has turned to badness
My need to possess you has consumed my soul
My life is trembling, I have no control
I will have you, yes I will have you
I will find a way and I will have you
Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly
I will collect you and capture you_**
Beautiful... The one word to describe the form in front of him; one of many. Squall watched the young snow leopard from a distance, just like he always did. How he longed to touch the other's slender frame; caress the soft fur and indulge himself in the other's scent. He wanted to taste, touch, smell, hear the boy... He wanted him all to himself. Yet there he stood an arm wrapped around his slender waist. Squall's face twisted in disgust. How he wished he could burn the paw that touched the one he longed for. Every-time he saw them together he felt bile rise into his throat; felt the anger rise to warm his face and make his paws twitch into tight fists. And when they kissed... Squall felt his lips tighten into a fine line and his teeth grind against each other as he tightened his jaw. It took all the restraint he had not to tear the two apart and take his angel from that bastard wolf. He inhaled and let out a deep breath. He had to relax; all in due time. He would be his... Squall vowed to this.
Squall allowed a devious smirk to cross his features as his eyes trailed his desired lover. He was slowly but surely working out their routine. It was easy to follow the young beauty; he remained oblivious. Squall often felt a pane of hurt and sorrow at this; his love didn't notice him, it was painful, but at the same time it left Squall with more opportunities to see his angel. If the angelic form before him didn't sense his presence it gave him that much more time to watch him without scaring him off. He needed to wait for the opportune moment; he would move in than and profess his love and undying devotion. Squall's heart fluttered at the thought.
He would run the tips of his fingers using feather light touches against the cheeks of his love's silky fur; drawing the pale pink lips to his own. Squall reached up to touch his lip's as a phantom of the kiss he imagined ghosted against his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he imagined how those lips would taste. The tip of his tongue moistening his lips as if the taste lingered there; soon, he reminded himself.
Taking another breath he glanced to where his love stood. When was it that he fell so deeply for the other? Squall hadn't know of his love until recently; did the other even recall that day? Did his thoughts trail back to the day the way Squall's thought seemed to replay the moment on an endless loop? He learned of his love's kind heart and even felt the touch of the soft gentle of the others paws. It was just a brush against his own but the simple gesture sent his blood and mind on fire. He shivered a very quiet groan escaping Squall's lips; no one heard it was too tiny to notice. They hadn't exchanged many words, they didn't need to, even if Squall wanted to hear the angelic voice over and over again just hearing those comforting few words was enough. The hum of the others voice was like a lullaby sung by the alluring siren's; it drew him in and wouldn't let him escape.
That night....
He had been at a pretty shady bar in the slums; no one there didn't have a scar or war story to tell. Most men there were dangerous and the only females there either tended the bars or the men's beds. Squall felt comfortable at the bar for some strange reason. He never understood why; the bar itself smelt like decay and piss and no one there was particularly friendly. He found the drinks to be cheap and harsh; probably the only perk of the place really. It was small, crowded, filthy, and anything but safe. Usually Squall had no problem dealing with a raging drunk, but that night was different.... A night before the incident occurred a rather large drunk Doberman stumbled over to seat himself in the stool next to Squall's. The canines pudgy fingers pinched his goatee as he licked his lips staring the young lion down. This wasn't rare; Squall was a handsome boy. His pale blue eyes were piercing and wide. His lips were full and pink and other than the scar running between his eyes he was flawless. His light brown hair framed his face rather nicely as well; all this and add Squall's lean and built form and you knew the boy would attract much 'unwanted' attention.
"Arrent' you a purrty ones there," the canine slurred leaning closer to Squall his breath reeked of stale rum.
Squall simply ignored him, sometimes they would take a hint... This one... apparently didn't...
"Dun be that waay daarrlin'," the Doberman's fat grimy paw reached out to trial down Squall's arm and rest on his thigh. The canines finger's squeezing the flesh underneath. Before he could squeeze deeper into Squall's inner thigh the drunk's head flung back with a loud crack as Squall's fist flew to the canines jaw. The drunk male squirmed on the floor as he wailed at the pain developing around his jaw; the swelling already beginning as well as the dark purple and blue bruise.
Squall left immediately after the incident; he didn't want to stick around to deal with the bartender complaining about another injured customer. But the next night he came back he met the same man again right outside the bar. Squall had made an attempt to leave the bar later on that night. He knew that the other man's and the man's friends had their eyes on him the entire time. He felt their eyes burning behind him as he left; he should've known. Soon a sickening thud of knuckle meeting the back of Squall's skull rang though the night. He found he had lost his balance and fell to the ground to his knees and elbows grabbing his head immediately, ears folding back on his head in pain. The Doberman now towered before him grinning as his friends barked with laughter. The canine snickered and hissed while his friends urged him on to teach the boy a lesson. The over sized fur began to unbuckle his belt, "Where'd we leave off pretty?" Squall tried to struggle to his feet as he heard the sound but was quickly knocked down by one of the males friends. His mind raced and his chest heaved as he hit the hard ground. He felt tears gather in his eyes as the dirt flew into them. The males grotesquely thick fingers wrapped around his waist and all he could do with take in a harsh painfully breath.
Almost as soon as the man grabbed him he felt the pudgy paws release from him; at first Squall thought it was the canine reaching for something but soon heard a loud grunt and a few fists exchanged. Squall raised his head quickly to the sounds and his heart stopped as he saw the angel that had come to save him.
In the dim light he saw his love shove the large canine away; seemingly with little effort. Another canine ran behind the beauty and encircled his arms around the toned chest. His angel easily broke the males grip and twisted his slender form till he was in the perfect position to bury his fist into the offenders stomach. The offender at this point was falling forward gripping his stomach in pain as he vomited and whimpered. The other two canines who had accompanied the large brute had already fled with their tails between their legs.
Squall looked to the beautiful form approaching him. A slender paw reaching out to help him up; Squall paused before taking the offered paw as his breath hitched. Bright blue eyes glowed as he met them with his own. He felt he had sunk into a vast ocean and was being suffocated by the waves pounding against his heart. A small smile graced the angel's lips trying to assure him that the beauty meant no harm to Squall. As Squall gripped his paw and was pulled to his feet stunned. He felt like a deer caught in headlights; speechless, no thoughts making their way from his brain to his body. All he could do was stare at the majestic being before him.
"Are you alright," Squall felt his words catch in his throat at the smooth voice, "...You should be more careful...."
Squall couldn't register a response as he glanced over the others features. Wild spikes adorned the figures head some spiked bangs falling over his face; soft Grey spotted ears perked out of the spikes, twitching with concern. The blond spikes draped over his eyes a bit as his head was tilted forward in concern. His blue eyes searching Squall's for an answer. Squall only could notice the tension in the others fair blond brows and the heart-shaped face as he waited for an answer.
"I-I'm fine....," Squall practically squeaked out; ashamed of how his voice betrayed him.
The other nodded before turning away as he commented to Squall, "You should head home. Keep yourself safe."
Squall's eyes darted towards the figure walking away from him and his voice belted out quickly before he was lost from sight, "What is your name?"
The other turned around to face him; Squall felt his breath hitch again as their eyes met. His knees felt like they would go weak as he watched his pale pink lips move with the one name he promised himself that he would never allow himself to forget, "...Cloud." And with that the boy was gone. Squall's heart had ceased it's quickened pace as his paw twitched remembering the touch of the angel who protected him.
"Cloud....," Squall whispered. He would find Cloud again, he would say the things he meant to say. He would make Cloud fall in love with him just as Cloud had quickly stolen his heart.
The Next Day
Squall paced back and forth taking a heavy drag of his cigarette; his feet could have burned a path in the blacktop under them. He couldn't wait; didn't want to wait. He had just gotten off of work, but Cloud didn't get out for another hour or so. He knew because he called the bar and spoke to Tifa, he asked when Cloud would be available to make another 'delivery'.
Cloud and Tifa had opened the small business together; a small delivery business as a side job to accompany Tifa's job running the bar Seventh Heaven. The delivery service ran out of this bar as well, so here he was waiting outside the bar. He dropped his smoke ground the glowing tobacco into the ground. Standing out here like this would draw attention to him; he scanned the roads of either side listening for the hum of fenrir but heard nothing. Squall sighed deeply and shoved his paws into his pockets and made his way into the bar. He took a seat on the stool at the end of the bar and ordered himself a shot of quervo. He nodded his thanks to Tifa as she handed him his drink and stared down into the drink before him.
Was he being irrational, was this wrong. He scoffed at himself and picked the glass up pushing it to his lips and slammed it back. He welcomed the taste as his face twisted slightly and his stomach warmed. He wasn't wrong, he grunted, how could he be wrong. Cloud; his love; his angel... Nothing was wrong about wanting the delicate creature.
The bar door swung open and he watched as Tifa's eyes lit up at the male walking through the door. Cloud was Squall's immediate thought then he frowned. It couldn't be Cloud, he would have heard the bike roar it's way up to the bar; which meant it was him.
"Zack," Tifa smiled brightly, "He's not back yet, he should be here soon."
Squall could feel Zack's grin behind his back, he knew the wolf would be sporting a sheepish expression and this was confirmed as he sat down a seat away from Squall.
"Aw that's alright Tif' maybe I just wanted to see you," Zack teased jokingly.
Squall still couldn't help but tense; even if Zack was joking how dare he flirt. Cloud was perfection; if Squall.... no when Squall had Cloud he would never even glance at another let alone want to speak with someone in such a disrespecting manner. His words; his eyes; his heart; they would belong to his angel and no one else.
"What do you want Zachary," Tifa suppressed a small laugh.
Zack covered his heart in a mock hurt, "Awww that hurts me Tif', but you can make it up to me by fixing me a little drink."
Tifa just shook her head and smiled, "Yeah. Yeah," she turned to fix him a drink but spoke over her shoulder, "So what are you doing for your anniversary tonight?"
Zack smirked but as soon as she turned around he shot her a confused look, folded his ears back and muttered her previous question as if he hadn't know at all that tonight marked two years for the boys. Tifa looked appalled and dug her fists into her hips as her large black tail twitched in annoyance, "Don't tell me that you..."
She was cut off by Zack who just smirked, "Relax Tif' I didn't forget." He only chuckled, "I have a few things in mind...."
Tifa rolled her eyes. Squall sat absorbing their conversation as they went on and on about Cloud and Zack. Squall felt his paw tighten on his thigh and he was sure the fingertips digging in them would cause bruises. He didn't care; what he did care was what Zack had insinuated. His features remained calm but a war was doing battle in his mind. The thought of Zack touching 'his' Cloud. Doing what he longed to to 'his' angel. His stomach churned again, he needed to get Zack out of the way if he ever hoped to claim his angel for his own.
A loud roar hummed through the thin wood walls, as Squall knew, Fenrir was pulling up to the bar. Shortly after Squall felt every hair stand on his skin as the presence of his angel walked through the door. It took everything he had not to turn around completely to stare into the blue pools he wanted so desperately to drown himself in. Instead, he watched out of the corner of his eye. His jaw clutched as he saw Zack hop from his stool after quickly polishing off the drink Tifa made him and make his way to Cloud. The brilliant smile that graced his angel's face made his heart melt and ache all at once. How he wanted his angel to smile at 'him' like that.
He watched as Zack ruffled the boy's hair before letting his paw fall down the length of his angel's back to rest just under the base of his tail. He knew Zack had coped a quick squeeze by the beautifully faint pink glow that accompanied Cloud's face along with the scolding yet adorning look that seeped through his eyes. Squall felt his heart break; he wanted those looks, that smile, that blush, that chance to caress his angel just as Zack was able to now. How he longed for it; needed it. He loosened his grip on his thigh and relaxed a bit allowing a faint glow of a smile ghost over his face; He will be mine. I will have him, and Zack won't be in my way.
Squall found himself tracing the boy's steps after they left the bar. He smiled when he realized where the boy's were, unknown to them, leading him. They walked into their rented home and Squall managed to keep himself out of their view. He smiled wickedly; this is where his angel lives. Where his angel sleeps. Squall's smirk only widened when he noticed that the boy's hadn't bothered to shut their blinds leaving him with quite a view of the events taking place inside of their home. Squall felt a gasp leave his lips as the two finally came into view stumbling through the living room. Zack was leading his lover backwards into the next room while quickly unzipping Cloud's vest revealing his toned chest. Zack's lips were claiming themselves over Cloud's and trailing all over his jaw; cheek; and neck. Squall watched bitterly as Zack's teeth gently nipped at the tender flesh and he watched as his angel's lips parted presumably in a moan. His angel's right paw held on to Zack's neck while his left wandered over his lover's body tugging at his lovers clothes in annoyance at the fabric. Squall felt his chest tighten as Zack claimed his angel's chest with his lips; they trailed over the toned flesh his tongue finally making it's way out from his lips to flick over his lover's sensitive nipples. Squall hissed wanting to be the one to make his angel's face twist in such pleasure and his lips part slightly in a deep moan. Squall was torn between jumping in the room and tearing the other's invading lips off his angel but something was keeping him grounded; keeping his eyes intently on the image before him. Watching his love's pleasure was overwhelming; and even if he wasn't the one making the beauty's lips part and squirm in such an erotic way he couldn't find the ability to look away from him. He wanted to see his angel moan. He wanted to see the beauty's lust filled eyes and watch his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. He 'wanted' to see; he 'wanted' to watch.
Squall followed the pair as they slipped into the next room; Squall sat to the side of the bedroom window out of view peering inside to watch the events unfold.
Squall watched hungrily as he saw Zack peel the remaining clothes off his angel's body. Squall bit his lip painfully suppressing a moan as his eyes looked over his angel's body. His slender toned frame laid out on the bed. Squall's eyes trailed every outline of muscle until Cloud's hard member came into view and he found himself almost whimpering at the sight; his own member stirring in his tight jeans. He watched as Zack knelt down on his knees between his angel's legs; Zack's tongue flicked over Cloud's tip and expelled a small moan. Squall's eye widened as he heard the moan all to clearly; he hadn't noticed the window was slightly opened. He had been to busy watching to notice; thankfully he did notice, now he knew he wouldn't be able to make a sound. He was dragged from his realization as another, louder, moan escaped his angels lips. Squall's eyes fluttered at the sight. Zack took Cloud to the base in his maw while caressing his thighs. Cloud's face; Squall couldn't tear his eyes away from it. Cloud's eyes had fluttered closed and his hips bucked at the warm mouth surrounding him. His back arched and he watched as one of Zack's paws ran up to caress the now dampened spine stroking down it with his finger tips. Squall felt his own finger tips twitch with anxiety; he imagined his own finger tips touching Cloud's arched back. Zack's paw finally rested on Cloud's hips trying to hold him steady. But his angel certainly had other plans; Cloud arched himself up off from the bed and grasped Zack's shoulders and pulled him up onto the bed while simultaneously flipping him over so he would lay on top of the boy. He watched and nearly groaned as Cloud's hips dug into Zack's; and Squall silently prayed his angel would be so generous with him. He watched as Cloud's mouth claimed every bit of flesh on Zack's boy; Squall imagining he was the one receiving all his angel's affections. All his love's tender and hungry kisses; all his angel's wandering caresses.
Squall bit his lip harder as he watched his angel secretly prepare himself without Zack catching on. Cloud's maw trailed to Zack's hard erection and he took him whole; purposely leaving excess saliva as he pulled his maw off his lover and lathered the saliva on Zack with his soft grip. Cloud sat back up and claimed his lips over Zack's as he willed his tailhole over Zack's shaft and pushed down taking him in slowly. Squall could hear the moans of both boys and couldn't take it anymore. His shaky paw reached down to unbutton his pants as he released himself from the tight confides of his jeans. As Cloud thrust himself back down onto Zack with a groan Squall gripped his painfully hard erection and bit his lip even harder to suppress his own moan. He couldn't let the two hear him; he had to watch Cloud, wanted to see his angel's face as he came. Squall watched as Zack hips pushed up to bury himself into Cloud over and over again and he imagined himself doing this as he started to pump himself in his tight fist. He wanted to be inside Cloud thrusting up inside of him just as Zack was doing now to his angel. The pale moon light made every bead of sweat on his angel's body glisten as the boy moved on top of his lover's. Squall felt a small trail of blood swarm over his lips but he didn't care. The moan's were growing louder and Squall found his paw moving in faster every time he heard his angel moan.
Zack soon threw Cloud to the bed as he began to thrust desperately into the delicate boy. Squall imagined himself pounding his own cock into Cloud; listening to all the sounds he expelled from the boy. He needed to feel his completion he was so close; and from the vision before him and the sounds radiating from the room he knew they were both on the edge as well. Zack slammed his hips into Cloud once last time as both boys came their breaths coming in short pants. Thankfully they hadn't noticed Squall's own moan as he came right along side of the boys.
Zack finally collapsed on the side of the bed next to Cloud and drew him in his arms; something Squall desperately wanted to do right at that moment. He felt jealously wash over him all over again as 'his' angel snuggled into the other males embrace. They fell asleep together not noticing that Squall still sat outside their window; watching. Squall smiled grimly at the image of his angel sleeping so contently. He would have to get Zack out of the way quickly; his heart couldn't take much more of the other wooing his beautiful angel. Squall's grim smiled twisted into a wicked grin, Cloud had deliveries tomorrow... He made sure of that. What he wasn't sure of was whether he wanted to meet Cloud and profess his love and devotion or to make action of his plan to eliminate Zack. But that was for tomorrow....