Anactoria
By: Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-
Author Notes: A random idea which wouldn't leave me alone.
It is also Non-Consenting sex. This is the only story I'll probably ever write with non-con, because really, it's hard to write. I've got a lot of emotions on rape, so me writing this wasn't easy.
I must inform you now that the poem that you will find riddled through this story is not mine, but Algernon Swinburne's 'Anactoria'. I stumbled upon his book in my younger years, and since then have loved it. If you want, feel free to PM me for the website that hosts the poem in its entirety.
Disclaimer: I, Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-, do not own, think I own, or will ever own Final Fantasy VII or its Compilations. If I did, Genesis would have been naked. The entire time. Trust me on that one. I also do not own the poem which is featured in this story, which is done by Algernon Swinburne.
"'My life is bitter with thy love; thine eyes
Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs
Divide my flesh and spirit with soft sound,
And my blood strengthens, and my veins abound.'"
Genesis Rhapsodos knew of many poems. He knew the ones that made lovers' knees tremble and the one which the Goddess herself had written over the Planet's birth. There were purposes to each, like every flower had a bloom which Gaia cared for. This one was to capture the blonde beauty which would slip soundlessly in front of his door each day, head down, eyes drifting across the metal flooring.
Cloud Strife. A lowly grunt with large eyes and flaxen hair, a halo around his head. Virtuous, pure, innocent. Genesis licked his lips in anticipation. His conquests were never so beautiful, so ripe for the taking. Cloud, with his backpack and blue eyes, was the epitome of raw, untouched sexuality. It burned Genesis' cock with want; not even the great General made his body react this way.
This little blonde boy made him want to pull out the one poem which he had never used. Erotic, beautiful. Cloud Strife deserved untouched goods. Genesis Rhapsodos was willing to give them.
When he stood outside of his office that day, after the grunt classes had let out and the boy would travel by, he whispered them like a beckoning. A call of love and lust. This would be a pantomime of beauty, of a seraph falling from Minerva's womb and into his arms. He was a gift from the Goddess herself. Never would he dare to touch without pleasure, not Her beautiful child of light.
Genesis whispered those words into the boy's ear, and he could already feel Cloud's mind peaking at the thought. With one hand on the blonde's cheek, the auburn-haired SOLDIER moved backwards, summoning him forward. His hands slipped from the boy's skin and Genesis could see the shiver that racked his body.
Genesis allowed his bright mako eyes to linger on Cloud's pale throat, following the curve down, wishing that the Army's uniform consisted of nothing but a thin membrane of sweat. "Please, do come in," he murmured, leaning against the entrance way. "Cloud Strife..."
Cloud's pale face flushed. "S—sir?" his voice had caught in his throat.
Genesis leaned forward, placing one finger to the blonde's sultry lips, the other reaching out for his hand. They connected, palm to palm, and the SOLDIER led the stripling into his office, shutting the door with a click.
"Please." He could feel the hesitancy and confusion billowing from the beautiful work of art before him. She had done an amazing job constructing an angel for him—Her work was outlined by Cloud's skin, smooth and supple, muscles beginning to weave their way into his body. The skin was like cream, soft and delectable—Genesis could feel his arousal growing. But his eyes, they were like bursts of blue and the soft waves of the sea.
Dominating this little angel would be nothing... and yet, surprisingly, everything.
"Cloud Strife," Genesis said again. He reached back out and slipped his fingers into the boy's buckle. "How I have wanted to touch you; may I?"
Cloud was too flabbergasted to say anything. A blush, however, appeared on his cheeks. Genesis took this time, while the boy was thinking, to slip his fingers across Cloud's mouth again, heading down to his throat, ghosting across his Adam's Apple.
"'I would my love could kill thee; I am satiated
With seeing the live, and fain would have thee dead.'"
"Strife." Genesis felt his erection harden a little more, if possible. "Do you know what you do to me, little one?" to prove his point he ground his hips against Cloud's, bucking forward in the leather tomb.
"S—sir!" Cloud's mouth parted and he clamped his teeth on his lip, a moan spilling over him mouth. "Wh—what are you...?"
"Cloud Strife, how I want you and your lithe, virgin body," Genesis moved the hand that was on Cloud's Army buckle, using it to push the boy against the door. Their bodies met again and Genesis jerked his hardening erection against Cloud's crotch. "I'll give you whatever you want, my love. I can make your mouth pant in sync with our arousals or beating hearts. Your mouth will create the most beautiful of sounds—I can hear it already. Will you allow me to?"
Cloud's eyes were glazing over. "But...you're...you..."
Leather was becoming unbearably tight. "I am nothing compared to you, my Seraph sent from the Goddess. She wants us to be together, a twist of limbs and moans. I have seen your eyes across the halls and you moan my name in your bucker. How beautiful they are, too; little jewels for me to stare into. Let us be one, let me be inside of you. Let me fuck you until my name is the only one that you can ever call. Let me, hmm?"
Cloud parted his lips... "Trouble," he panted and Genesis swept his hand, the one not attached to the blonde's belt, through the spiky blonde locks.
"You'll never be trouble, not for me. I, I am the Hero of this dilapidated and intricate Planet, and nothing could interfere with us. Not the puppy..." he accentuated each word with a kiss and a nibble on Cloud's lips. Each time he would, the lips below became a little more yielding. "Not Shinra," a little bit of tongue was added and Cloud opened his mouth wide. "Not even Sephiroth himself..." Cloud jerked his body against the door and Genesis knew that there was no doubt now.
"Genesis..."
"Moan my name louder," he commanded, pulling Cloud from the door and hooking their lips together again. "I want to hear you screaming it."
Putting Cloud down on top of his desk and pushed over a few things that took refuge on the desk(there really weren't many, as Genesis knew that today was going to be the day, but he didn't want an idiot walking in and seeing that their Commander's desk was bare of everything besides a bottle of lotion) and laying Cloud down with a thump.
"Let me," Cloud was struggling with his zipper. While cute and endearing, Genesis was in the middle of going insane with need. Every piece of clothing over the boy's body made him wish to weep for the army's terrible choice in dress code. Couldn't they understand his erection was painful against the leather and he needed to see Cloud before he came? Was it so cruel to make a few pointless zippers disappear so their bodies could melt together under the passion of his words?
The blonde grabbed his large green standard-issue coat and Genesis knew that it wasn't only him that was feeling the aching between his legs. He struggled and pulled the shirt over his head and threw it into a nearby chair. Who would have thought, really, that the boy wouldn't scratch and hiss and scream; Genesis would have had a very difficult time keeping himself under the hands of the Goddess. He thought about just raping him, making Cloud scream and writhe and it would have been amazing, but that wasn't what he was intended to do.
Genesis finished with the pants, pulling them down with his fingers, allowing the pads to brush up against Cloud's hardened cock. It was at attention, thick and pulsing and the base was sparsely covered by soft blonde curls. Genesis ran his fingers over it, eliciting a moan.
"'I would earth had thy body as fruit to eat,
And no mouth but some serpent's found thee sweet.'"
Genesis took the boy in his mouth, feeling the ripples of skin on his tongue. Cloud grabbed onto the edge of the desk and the auburn-haired man wondered if Cloud was a screamer. While not being a terrible fault, it could very well draw in a few unwanted eyes. But, no matter, not now. He was mewling below Genesis' tongue.
"Ma—maybe," Cloud panted and tried to close his legs, but genesis Patiently pried them back open, allowing some of his saliva to drip down the boy's shaft, coating his opening with lubrication. "N—"
Genesis looked up. His pupils contracted and he could see Cloud's mouth quiver. "You don't desire me any longer, my sweet," kiss to the thigh, "beautiful," Genesis' felt Cloud buck against him with little restraint, "seraph?"
"N-ye-n..." he couldn't properly answer and it would have been simpler to shove cotton into Cloud's mouth.
Genesis shook his head, feeling sweat against his cheek from the boy below him. There was poetry still in his throat, but it refused to escape. Instead, he allowed one hand to continue with Cloud's swollen and panting body while with the other hand he pulled his own zipper down. He still was no free and so he fiddled with the button.
"I—I'm gunna—" Genesis swiftly moved his hand away from Cloud's erection.
"Not yet you aren't," he stated at the dumbfounded look on the angel's face. "You aren't coming unless I tell you to. She would not be pleased to know that Her dirtied angel was thinking of allowing himself pleasure without pain."
Cloud planted his elbows on the desk. There was a warm sensation going through the SOLDIER as he looked upon the boy's face, which was contorted with pleasure, sicked and maddened by grief.
"'Ah, ah, thy beauty! like a beast it bites,
Stings like an adder, like an arrow smites.'"
"But you... you quote 'Loveless'," he managed to say before he was knocked back against the desk, Genesis' shoving himself forcefully into Cloud's virgin body.
There was blood and there were screams. He hadn't meant for the pain of defilement, an aching desire for peace and sanctuary in his head. But Genesis knew that whatever resolve that lingered inside of him would have put an end to his enjoyment, the boy's enjoyment. The auburn-haired man crooned against Cloud's wobbling chin as he slowly pulled out, enough to allow the boy to come to his senses.
"That hurt," he cried, eyes tightened shut. There were tear tracks down his face and Genesis leaned forward to lick them away. "Does it have to hurt?"
The SOLDIER slid his twitching erection from the boy, slick with virgin blood and virgin fear. "Would you like me to stop?"
Cloud looked around, eyes lost. He didn't say anything before Genesis nodded and slipped his fingers over his pants. "Would you like something to ease the pain, to make you feel as beautiful and amazing as you look panting? I want you to scream in pleasure, not in pain," he said and leaned down, licking the boy's exposed thigh, his hand reaching into his desk. He rummaged around, not looking, concentrating on the noises Cloud was expelling. When his hands met the bottle he pulled his head up.
Quickly Genesis popped the cap and spread the cold liquid across his fingers. It warmed quickly and with a little jolt he ran the nails over the head, pumping down to the shaft. There was enough on there now, he was sure, and Genesis threw the bottle behind him, ready to plunge back into the wet cavern, blood pooling out onto the rich mahogany below.
It was still tight. Cloud arched back, fingers digging deeply into the corners of the desk. Genesis wrapped his arms around his legs, back and forth like the swaying sea. Their bodies were entwined like the ivy of destiny and the SOLDIER was sure the he could hear Strife's white wings tearing apart, bleeding over his face. With each caress the Seraph was stripped of its feathers.
Genesis could feel the pulsing of rapture closing its fingers against his throat, and with vigilance he swept his hands away from the boy's spread legs and willing ass to the erection shining up at him, shimmering with the glossy finish of pre-cum. Deftly he stroked the flesh and Cloud's cock gave a jerk as the boy moaned out explicit words. Genesis hit the boy's prostate again, the same response coming from his mouth. Quickly he took him fully into his hand, jerking hard, almost painfully so and Cloud gave a loud scream.
"Scream louder!" Genesis exclaimed, thrusting in harder, his fingers pulling and jerking. It was only a little while before the beautiful angel below him let out one long note, a prayer above, a prayer below. One filled with all of the agony and pleasure the world could ever create, and without one last thought (his hand filling with the fluid of life) Genesis burst forth, breaking the boundaries between Gaia and eternity. Stars burst and planets formed inside of him, nebula's rushing forth with the Goddess' command and there was blue. It was beautiful and pure, even with the rainclouds looming over the horizon.
He road out his orgasm, Cloud's mewls and constricting body only encouraging, and he couldn't tell the last time he had felt so...
"'When all the winds of the world for pure delight
Close lips that quiver and fold up wings that ache;
When nightingales are louder for love's sake,
And leaves tremble like lute-strings or like fire;
Like me the one star swooning with desire...'"
Trembling, Cloud lifted his hand away from the wood, the marks crimson against his pale skin. He ran it over his cum-coated stomach before all strength left and his hand went tumbling back down against the hard desk.
"Did you not enjoy it, my Seraph?"
Cloud's eyes sleepily closed and the auburn-haired man sighed. It had been better than he expected, and while he was still drained, he wanted to play with Minerva's gift to him. He knew, however, that there would be chances to at a later time; he withdrew his weeping cock, the fluids shared between the two spilling out. Both were the Goddess' gift to the wasteful Planet.
The door opened and before Genesis could do anything a voice flitted through the air, one very, very familiar.
"His superior said that he had been drugged during the class to show what Magic and poison do to the body. He's probably high out of his mind, thinking that he's seeing Genesis running around in a tutu or someth—"
Zack Fair's eyes were bulbous when they landed on Genesis and Cloud Strife, mouth agape. But what was truly shameful was the cat-eyes glaring up at him through a curtain of long silver hair.
"Well, hello..." Genesis crooned and petted Cloud's mass of blonde hair. "You've missed the show; how utterly disappointing."
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