READ FIRST: I don't want reviews or hate mail saying rape is wrong ect ect, rape in real life is wrong, between hot anime dudes, is ORGASMIC! So you have been warned, there is rape in this story, if it's not your cup of tea, I advise you not to read it, duh xD. This story has been bothering my brain to be written for quite some time now and I definitely needed the fan fix. I love poor little Cloud being toyed with and manhandled, there should be more fics about that but alas, there are just so few! So I've taken it upon myself to write one. I'm an experienced role-player, but have never written a fic so we'll see how this goes. Sorry if the build up is long, I always feel the breaking point is the best with a detailed introduction cause it gives you a chance to identify with the character! Hopefully it works out. You'll notice some similarities with the Tifa and Loz fight, I basically wanted to replace Tifa with Cloud and then take it from there, what might have happened, I hope you enjoy!
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The day was ominous and dark. The sun blocked out by a blanket of deep grey, only peaking through at brief intervals to cast a sheet of heaven sent rays unto the world below for a moment shorter than a deep breath before the vibrant gold was swallowed again by the rumbling darkness that dominated the sky. Clouds booted feet padded across the gravel to the rusty buster sword that lay in the dirt, a sort of sad defeated position for the memory of his best friend to be in, the sight of it made his lips flinch and purse together in a tight line. He bent and grabbed the hilt, lifting it and stabbed it point down into the ground at the Cliffside, backing away from the little gravestone it made, reminding him of the promises he made and failed to keep, and he lifted his pure mako infused blue eyes to the skyline, the cityscape of Midgar greeting his eyesight.
"I said I'd live out both our lives...easy to make that promise..."
He said to Zack, picturing him in his mind, alive and well, spiky black hair and dark violet eyes, and his hopeful voice so clear in his mind it was like he was standing there with him, as a breeze ruffled through his black clothes and fanned his wild gravity defying blonde locks against his porcelain face. Time hadn't ravaged the ex-SOLDIER, but guilt and sadness have in their own way along with the geostigma that consumed his bicep, concealed beneath a sleeve that billowed slightly in the breeze. His eyes shot down to it as he felt it twinge for a moment, his features shifted from stoic to slightly pained as a gloved hand reached around to grab the arm on instinct, white even teeth clinching together as he winced but shook away the dizzy feeling that threatened to sway him off his feet.
He blinked his slightly dulled blue eyes for a moment, taking in a few sharp breathes before straightening up, his face noticeably paler than it usually was, nearly all the color bled from it. He looked so tired these days, fighting the illness along with all the other draining emotions that weighed on him. And now this new trio of Sephiroth wannabes arriving, dangerous and violent and every bit as psychotic as he was and Cloud already felt outmatched and rusty. He recalled the fight that just took place, and the conversation with ShinRa. He hated that ShinRa had manipulated him so easily in the past, and maybe that's why he rushed to leave without hearing him out. Maybe it was believing he couldn't help anyone at all, no matter how much he tried or wanted to. Another twinge of guilt burned in his chest at that as he turned his back on Zack's monument, afraid he could almost read his mind and see how pathetic he turned out, never the hero that his friend was.
He strode back to his bike, throwing his leg over and starting it up with a roar, gloved fingers wrapping around the handlebars and he flicked the kickstand up, ready to peel out but hesitated, lips pursed into a small frown as he slightly inclined his head like he was going to look back, but caught himself halfway and revved his engine, pulling away at top speed, sending a cloud of dust up in his wake as he cut a line across the dusty countryside, veering around a bend in the cliff side to head towards Midgar, and his home to clear his thoughts before he would go and check on Tifa and the kids.
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Reno hit the floor after another bone crushing punch from the biggest of the three silver haired brothers, and sputtered a labored breath that left a small splash of crimson blood on his lips and he stayed down this time. Unable to lift his bruised body from the floor to fight back. Loz looked down at him with a single minded amusement cracking a twisted grin on his face as he stepped closer, kneeling down to grab the redhead by the cuff of his white button up shirt, also stained with blood, and lifted his head up off the ground. As Reno's head lulled around he caught sight of his unconscious partner nearby, and overheard Kadaj questioning Rufus on the other side of the room, before he was brought face to face with Loz's dual hound. He barely had the strength to flinch but the iron grip the man had on his clothing made it impossible to jerk away. He simply glared up at him as though highly insulted that he lost the fight, his pride never a thing he'd sacrifice easily.
Loz flexed his fingers around the weapon, the cold mako green eyes of Sephiroth looking down out of his harsh features. Silver hair swept back like wind blown sterling set above an even colder looking complexion, highly contrasted against the tight black leather cutting a deep V down his neck and chest. He made an imposing figure, and even Reno found himself swallowing thickly in the face of such brutality.
Yazoo cleared his throat softly and gave his brother a look of disapproval. "He can't answer our question if he's dead, brother." But gave a small eerie laugh under his breath that was enough to send a chill up Reno's spine. To them, all this was a game when it was his life they were playing with.
Loz gave an irritated frown as though his older brother just spoiled a great deal of fun he was having but jerked his dual hound up under Reno's chin menacingly, surely bruising the man even more, intent on getting what he wanted out of the redhead. "Where is brother?" He demanded in a gruff voice that promised he'd suffer more if he continued to deny him his answer.
Reno's expression slowly died from defiant to defeated as the sharp ends of the dual hound pressed more and more insistently against his throat, until it nearly cut off his breathing and he felt the prickly heat of electricity on him and he finally gave in. "Okay okay!" He gasped, and Loz allowed him only enough room to speak for a moment. "He's….. at the church, in Midgar." He might have felt guilty for disclosing this if it weren't for the fact that Cloud had just walked out on them earlier after locking Reno out of the Lodge. Screw that. Cloud was a big boy. He could take care of himself.
Kadaj caught Loz's eye from his spot by the wheelchair-ridden president. A silent message passed between them, Loz knew what had to be done. He let Reno slip from his grasp and the Turk fell back to the floor with a cough, and straightened, heading for the door.
"Brother." Kadaj directed at him, and Loz stopped with a hand on the door handle, looking back. "…...make him suffer." He finished with a maniacal looking grin spreading across his face and an inhuman glow in his eyes.
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He swung the heavy wooden doors open to the church with a crash that sprung a flutter of wings from the eaves with a flurry of white as the birds flew past him and out into the sunset, disturbed from their rest, Cloud looked out over his shoulder in surprise, blonde hairs shifting against his forehead from the breeze of the feathered silhouettes, now veering like fighter planes against the violent orange of the horizon, huge clouds still clashing ominously above. The peaceful quiet of the sanctuary resumed except for the shuffling of Clouds boots on the uneven wooden floors as he walked down the aisle, the sound magnified in the pristine silence.
Sun rays cascaded through the open doors and in through the tall stained glass windows, torrents of red, gold, and yellow bathing every surface in sight but still failed to illuminate Clouds spirits. If anything the uneasiness of the impending gloom of twilight and another night spent restless and haunted kept anything resembling hope from stirring in the penitent soldier. Something else now troubled his thoughts that was even worse than the usual guilt, a kind of foreboding that always came with standing on the edge of a battle he couldn't escape and didn't have the faith in himself to win. This sick feeling spread through him that originated in the poisoned arm, that everyone was counting on him and that he'd let them all down in the end. It was as inevitable as his death in the grips of this disease.
The lines of worry showed on the young warriors face as he inclined his head to the blanket of flowers on the floor of the church, radiant and fragile, just like she was. And she's gone. Forever. And it was all his fault. The outpouring of emotion Cloud felt at this showed itself visually only by a tensing of a gloved fist, flexing with a stretch of leather and a sharp intake of breath between parted lips. How could it have turned out like this? Failing so miserably and hanging on to the tiniest pieces of her left in this world. How pathetic had Cloud truly become in these years of isolation…
Getting so lost in thought would be something he'd pay dearly for, especially with so many enemies on the loose, and he didn't think ahead enough to stay on his guard until the gunshot cut through the peaceful scene, and with another flutter of white from the eaves of the church, Cloud looked down to see blood leaking from a gash on his side, already thick enough to stain the bare skin of his gloved arm. He whirled around to see the biggest of the three brothers he met earlier, aiming a gunblade at him from the doorway.
"You…" Cloud said venomously, eyes narrowing and even teeth clenched half in anger and half in pain that he refused to show, Loz just smirked at the accusatory look his brother gave him. Blood flowed from the wound at Cloud's side, but his thoughts stayed strained to where he'd left his sword, on his bike between him and the remnant. Dammit. He had one piece of the blade on him, as his fingers flexed around the hilt he watched Loz click back the trigger of the gunblade in warning.
"Where is mother?" He questioned again, sure that brother knew, and was just determined to not tell him. But he had his ways of loosening Cloud's tongue. He had a talent with getting information out of people. Even brother wouldn't be able to hold out…. for long. Knowing this kept an amused smirk on the silver haired mans face that was not unlike a predator toying with his prey. Even though he was definitely more into action and quick satisfaction than the mind games his brothers liked to play, he still found pleasure in the chase. And Cloud was a promising challenge, even if the fight was over quickly, he still got to look forward to breaking the ex-Soldier. Nothing would make for a better game then seeing how long before brother, so reserved, tight-lipped and strong, was broken and begging at his feet.
Cloud was no match for him injured, his mind flashed with this awareness but he kept the stern façade, not betraying any glimpse of the inner panic that seized him. He gave Loz the most hateful piercing blue glare he could muster, and pinned his lips together silently, this his only response to the question posed. The pure defiance that radiated off Cloud like an aura of contempt let him know beyond a doubt, that he'd never tell him a word, even if it meant his life.
"Humph." Loz grunted in displeasure, stepping into the church fully, lowering the gunblade and had the nerve to act like he was bored with Cloud already. "If your not going to talk, I bet you want to play?" He said in that same antagonizing, immature taunt. It was easy to tell he was a man on the outside, and still childlike in every other aspect. Indulgent, headstrong, and violent. Cloud refused to meet his end at the hands of someone like that.
With skilled speed and accuracy he unsheathed the blade and thrust forward, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye and Loz barely shielding himself in time with his gunblade, grinning as he blocked another swipe of the blade and countered until he had Cloud backing up, using his weight to his advantage against the slightly smaller blonde as he pushed back against his sword, catching Clouds eye above the crossed blades, grinning deviously as he saw the color had already bled from Clouds face at the loss of blood, and no doubt at the agony in wielding the sword on his wounded side. Still, nothing of the pain showed in his now paper white face, only determination and anger, Loz had to stop himself from admiring the blondes endurance and remember the important mission his brother set him on.
The pain was blinding, but it was adrenaline that kept Cloud on his feet and fighting now. He growled through gritted teeth as he shoved Loz off, dodging a strike by the sword and again from the dual hound as it blasted away a piece of wooden pew. The fight continued for minutes, all the while Cloud struggled with his injured side but tried to not let it weaken him, until his body started to give out. He rebounded off the wall and closed in on Loz, intent with ending this with one blow, before an electrified strike of the dual hound knocked his sword away and Cloud grunted when he was caught in the swing of Loz's arm, and pinned ruthlessly into a stone pillar, the painful tingle of electricity crackling on his skin as the dual hound held him in place, the sharp points of it piercing through his clothing and pinching through his skin right at the ribs.
Loz gave a growl of satisfaction, clearly already having fun with this fight, even though it was unfair from the start. He looked down at Clouds face, inches from his own, and reveled in the shock and pain apparent on his brother's usually stoic features.
Cloud felt his ribs crack under the pressure and gasped, lowering his head and clutching the arm that drove him in place like a sledgehammer. His vision suddenly cracked, streaks of green lightening shooting around it and felt his irises contract and turn into a sliver of black set in a field of mako blue. Loz felt the change in Cloud, setting off little bolts of lightening in his nerves that resounded of the connection they shared. His expression shifted from highly amused to intrigued as he watched Cloud. The pull between them at this close a proximity daunting on its own, but then the thrill Cloud gave him with the smallest submission, it was something Loz hadn't felt with Yazoo when they fucked out their remaining energy after battles, or when he'd involved other people in those games.
Cloud released the smallest whimper between his parted lips as he lost control of his reactions finally, and the noise shot straight to Loz's dick, the second urge he liked to indulge starting to drive the silver haired mans thoughts. But with a violent surge of pain shooting up his geostigma infected arm that flinched under the attack on his senses, Cloud's world tipped on it's axis and he slipped into unconsciousness as the sun kissed the horizon goodnight, and the rest of the world was plunged into darkness right along with him, leaving Loz and the church far behind as he passed out.