The first time became my last...
It was the same here as with any military regime that homosexuality was greatly frowned upon and often ended with the accused being beaten to death by the strongest SOLDIER in the nearest ten foot radius. Corpses were often torched and left or some demonstrators even went as far as to castrate their dead and hang them on public display. The extremists conquered very little, the practices continued regardless. The stronger a man was the less he cared. It was a lusty free-for-all, one could not expect their partner to protect them if discovered. Most were content to jack off in peace but not everyone was so easily satisfied. There were times the stress just got to be too great or the element of terrror threatened to swallow us whole. I saw things during my time that shook me through bone to the very core. Nights came that felt as if the vengeful dead would rise up and rip me apart if I wasn't touching living, breathing flesh. I was young and scared and he was powerful and available. No one, absolutely no one, would oppose him.
"S-Sephiroth.."
"Be quiet..." I tried to answer but my teeth sank into my wrist in an effort to bite back another long, deep moan from escaping. Silky silver tresses tickled my thighs and spilled over my stomach as his head jerked and his tongue danced around the hard length poking the back of his throat sending wild ripples of pleasure along my spine. My hips arced and lurched to him desperately, nerves burning. Every fiber of me screamed for him to cease his senseless teasing and grant us our sweet release. However, Sephiroth refused to be rushed. He would satisfy me on his own time and if my body didn't last one round then he'd pin me down for another.
"H-Hurry.. I-I'm gonna.." Two fingers shoved into my mouth quickly silenced me and I obeyed, coating them generously for what I knew was to come. Yanking them out he pushed deep inside and stars exploded in my head. His movements were sharp and precise, knowing exactly where and how to strike to make my virgin body thrash and squirm. I sank my teeth into his shoudler to keep from screaming as he finally took me with the force of a hurricane, pain and ecstasy electrifying and I came almost instantly. A demonic smirk crossed his face but he satisfied his own desire and pushed me aside, dressing and start for the door. That was all there was to it. Just sex. No promise, no words, no comfort left behind. I served my only purpose. My heart wrenched even though I had expected it. He was cold and aloof, taking what he could get and discarding what no longer held interest to him. I was on my own again.
"How's that feel fag boy!?" Everything hurt. My entire body was numb from the pain, blood seeping down my forehead and blinding me. I couldn't feel the repeated blows to my gut anymore, couldn't feel anything as the fists and feet continued to come. I was on my own, Zack was off in a training session and only he gave enough of a damn about me to save my worthless little life. Suddenly it stopped and the dull ache returned to brutalize me full force. Voices mumbled something but I couldn't make it out. A scent crossed my nose, a rich male scent doused in blood. Cracking open my eyes as my attackers parted, demonic green settled upon mine beneath ripples of silver hair and in spite of myself I smiled.
I wasn't on my own anymore.