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Rapture

He did not know why he was in that situation. He had defeated him! Had not he? Was he dreaming about victory or was he delusional, unconscious of reality? He had spoken to Zack, but Zack was dead. He felt Aerith so close whispering supportive words at him. She is also dead. Although, the pain, the taste of blood on his tongue were so real. Could it be reality, where he was now? Why Sephiroth was there, staring at him with those sadistic eyes, wounded face and body with clear signs of their last battle. Why he did not fight back? Why he was paralyzed? Cloud could not even blink and he was feeling cold shudders of fear. Probably Sephiroth had broken his spine. He was not able to veer his head but he could say they were in some bad, dark, cold place, he could feel the wind cutting his bare skin and then he focused in the sky. It was dark, covered by Sephiroth's black magic, the warm light of sun trying to shine from some spots between the clouds. He was in Midigar, in the exact moment Sephiroth had stabbed him in the chest. The fear consumed all of his being, he was sure he had lost and all the others memories were a dream. He did not have a delivery service; he did not live with Tifa and Denzel. They did not make it. He was powerless in some kind of inner hell at Sephiroth's mercy. It should be good if he die soon.

"Why faking a rage that doesn't even exist? Face it Cloud, you're just an empty puppet."

Sephiroth squatted on top of him, pinning Cloud's body to the ground with his own weight, both legs clenching hard the young's forearms. There was no sign of Cloud's Bustersword. A gloved black leather finger caressed his face, contouring his chin, cheekbones, forehead and slowly traced its course to his chest, stopping right there. He could not move, he could not command his body to fight, to stop that assault to himself or those who he loved. He really was not fit to save anyone, not even himself, what to say the planet. How pretentious he was. Sephiroth stared at him, bending his head as if looking at a prize, noticing the still look of defiance at Cloud's eyes.

"Is that the pain that you're felt before? Cloud, Cloud... let me remind you."

Cloud cried out in pain but no sound left his throat, he was shouting inside his mind, and yet he was mute. Sephiroth had the palm of his hand, the same one who was caressing his face an instant ago, strongly pressing his wound. He would die now, helpless as a rag doll, without even try to fight back at Sephiroth's mercy. He could feel his blood oozing out from his chest, soaking his arm, his belly and Sephiroth's pale skin, while it dripped over the man's hand and forearm. The sadistic man smirked at the boy's agony. The general was not wearing his full attire, just his leather pants, gloves and Cloud could not see where Masamune was. Cloud's heart raced with the certainty that Sephiroth would torture him to death. Why he could not move? Cloud cursed himself, still trying to raise his body, any part of it that could respond.

"Is not funny how we always ended up like this? I guess you like to have your chest stabbed by me. Tell me Cloud, do you know why you can't move"?

Sephiroth asked the question touching Cloud's blood with his fingers, feeling the consistency while small drops fell from his tips on Cloud's face. He seemed very pleasant with the scene, mesmerized by the red liquid.

Demon, monster, Cloud mentally cursed him; feeling rage runs through his veins. If he could move, no heroes code would keep him of murder Sephiroth with his bare hands, breaking his neck in instants and perhaps, hanging the General's dead head on the front of his bike.

Then, as if sensing Cloud's thoughts, Sephiroth returned his attention to him and for the victim's despair, he licked his fingertips, lustfully and as if he was seeking for more of a delicious trick, he took off his glove with his teeth, chuckling at Cloud's astonished eyes and shoved his bare hand again inside Cloud's chest.

An excruciating pain took his heart; he could heard his breastbone slowly cracking from inside out. Cloud tried to squeeze his eyes, without success. It could not be a merely dream, the pain was so real. He was in sheer agony and somehow amazed of how he was still alive.

In great concentration, Sephiroth passed his hand over the blooded wound, and rubbed the liquid over his naked belly, chest and neck, as if he was in some bizarre ritual of sacrifice bathing himself in Cloud's blood. The long cascade of silver hair had the tips soaked in red from the pool of Cloud's blood in the floor, Sephiroth deep breathed and arched his back, pressing harder his groin against the young's one. With even more horror, greater than the pain he was feeling, Cloud noticed the man seemed to have other plan beyond only break his bones: the general was getting horny with his torture. Sephiroth chuckled and leaned again over Cloud's face, close to his ear. The silver curtains of his hair covered all Cloud's side view, blinding him to see anything else it was not those green feline eyes. Even without move, the young squished himself against the ground, knowing with bated breath that it would become worse than it already were.

"As you don't want to speak, I will answer for you. You do not move because you do not want, Cloud. You enjoy this, perhaps even more than I do. You know you deserve this don't you?"

Sephiroth whispered at his ear and slowly descending his head, he grabbed Cloud's hair by the nape, raising the young's head to look straight at his eyes. His voice never raising a tone, cold and distant as Cloud remembered.

"I have no idea why you came into my life, I call it a terrible misunderstanding but as you are here… I'll kill you here every day just for you feel what it is be the desperate one."

Why in the hell he did not move. Cloud felt warm tears rolling down his cheeks. It enraged him to think at himself so defenseless in body and heart against Sephiroth. Despite all the cruelty his tortured body was dealing, the shame of feeling what was happening at him was the worst. What Sephiroth was doing to him crossed far from affection, however his stubborn mind insisted to lead him to that part of his life. A survival escape. His brain was trying to move him to those thoughts only to keep him alive. Reveries from when Sephiroth's attention was everything Cloud wanted. His hero, an inspiration to follow for a better life. Join Shinra and battle by the side of the great General always had been his dream since he was a boy, and when Cloud had the chance, he failed. He felt himself a loser in everything he would wished to achieve. He did not became a soldier instead he ended up as a mercenary, he lied, he stole, he became an unsuccessful experiment as Sephiroth. A farce. Maybe, Sephiroth was right and Cloud deserved to be tortured. Sephiroth stretched his body, exposing his perfect abs and opened the first button of his trousers. Cloud could not close his eyes, or avert his face from the image. Crazy, sadistic sociopath but still, with an angelical beauty that was impossible to bear probably created to kill. Paralyzed, Cloud watched with wide-open eyes, the man opening his button and zipper to reveal a pulsating erection free to point out and up to Cloud's embarrassment. The general chuckled again, biting his lips and sneering at Cloud.

"As I said you enjoy it Cloud…" Sephiroth not stopping his assault, carelessly pulled out Cloud's shirt, increasing Cloud's pain when he raised his arms to get rid of the bloody soaked shirt.

"No-No! Please, do everything with me but this! I beg you! PLEASE STOP!"

His voice came out in a hoarse plead, burning his throat like fire but finally he could speak again. Instinctively, he tried to move his body still without success. Sephiroth tossed out the shirt and veered his head at Cloud, smirking.

"So, you finally can scream for me and come out with this? When did you become such a puritan Cloud?"

Sephiroth gave the same lunatic giggle from when he met Jenova's head. He continued to strip off Cloud, opening the young's pants ripping it off not paying any attention to the pleas. Cloud's pain were momentary suppressed by despair, when Sephiroth tore his underwear. The man panted, sensing with the point of his fingertips the soft fur of Cloud's groin, caressing the muscles of the young's abs, not in a loving way but intentionally to mortify him. Cloud begged Sephiroth everything but that, in a faint voice, gasping for air, his vison was getting darken and he could feel something strange in his stomach, nauseating and thrilling at the same time.

"I remember you used to like it. Very much indeed. You did not seem to care for Nibelheim that day…or the others. As I said, it was fake rage. You never really cared for them."

Sephiroth stripped off his pants, while Cloud stopped begging and began to curse and threaten him in fury. In total control of the situation, he parted Cloud's legs with his feet, making room for himself between Cloud's buttocks, letting the boy's numb thighs rest over his own legs. Cloud's threats did not bother him as if he was not even speaking; however, Sephiroth stood and took some seconds staring at Cloud. The sadistic face became somewhat grave. For a second the thought that Sephiroth would might give up the rape crossed Cloud's mind.

"Don't be naïve Cloud…Off course this is will be a torture. You said you treasured everything. However, I know what is you cherished most…it is your own fake guilt. Oh, I have to admit that I have always felt jealousy of it. You are good to hide yourself behind your guilt. I would had done the same if I was so weak and hypocrite as you are."

"Please…you already won, kill me already."

Sephiroth raised his head to the sky and Cloud cried out as he felt himself torn inside by the man's hard invasion burning him as fire. Sephiroth grabbed his both legs, lifted and widened them up, exposing the young's ass to his sight. Cloud shouted begging Sephiroth to stop, while the man pushed himself lustfully, moving his hips fast and forward, not taking time to adjust himself, but fiercely opening his way taking pleasure at inflicting pain to the other.

At each scream of pain, Sephiroth smirked and clenched Cloud's thighs, digging his nails at the already sore skin, showing pleasure by the agony he was causing at the former cadet. Cloud noticed it and saving the last possibility of dignity tried his best to muffle his howling, gnashing his teeth, not giving Sephiroth the pleasure to show his pain. In one particularly hard thrust, Cloud could close his eyes; it made him feel relieved at least to not see at what the man was doing at him.

"You know what I'll gain with this? It is see how desperate you will be after moan and beg me for more. Hopeless for relief until no shame or your beloved guilt is there to comfort you. Now… moan to me!"

Sephiroth pulled Cloud's hair by the nape, moving his paralyzed body up, just to add more to the other man's view. Cloud closed shut his eyes and instantly felt Sephiroth's strong hand choking him, obliging to open his eyes and watch.

"Look at this Cloud."

Half seated at the general's lap, legs stretched and numb, Cloud's body just floated by the man's wishes. He felt blood running out from his chest, ass, dripping, and gluing on his skin as a weird sort of lubricant. Torn out, opened as a doll. A puppet with wide-open eyes, watching with forced compliance his own rape without move a muscle. The worst feeling despite all the pain was to see that his body was not immune to Sephiroth hitting nonstop his prostate. Until he felt a tiny movement from his own body. First, Cloud thought it was another Sephiroth's hard thrusts but indeed, he could feel his toes and ankles. He was regaining his muscles forces, and the previous lethargy was leaving his body, letting a trail of numbness tingling his feet. He felt a different energy starts in his spine and he could archer his back. He would fight Sephiroth back now and kill him with bare hands.

However, more than he wanted to admit for himself, he was trapped. He felt everything in once as if a punch of light given on his head. His toes did move, also his knees. Unfortunately, they did not free him from Sephiroth's abuse, but welcomed it. Cloud moaned out loud when Sephiroth turned his pace from short and fast to slow and long, easily slipping inside him, so stretched he was by now. It was at that very moment that all his body regained his movements back. The nauseating and thrilling feeling increased and blowed inside bringing along deep, furious and guilty pleasure for Cloud. He could not scream, or moan; he just deep breathed and savored the energy as if it was a refreshing cure for his weary body and soul. The refreshing energy blowing inside Cloud made him bend his knees around Sephiroth's thighs and pushed the man towards the floor. Sephiroth moved accordingly, not surprised or forcing him back as if he knew what Cloud wanted to do. Cloud was awaken.

The scenario around them changed, from dark and cold to warm with an unknown green light casted over them, and their wounds had disappeared. All the blood and pain gone. Cloud felt light getting out of his eyes.

The young man lifted his upper body and sat over Sephiroth's groin. Never averting his gaze at the man's eyes, Cloud placed his hands over Sephiroth's chest. For a few seconds they saw each other, as if facing themselves for the first time. They breathed together before Sephiroth started his thrusts, clenching Cloud's hipbones close to him. The chill of the air was not giving goosebumps anymore; it was Sephiroth now, holding Cloud tight by his waist, looking at him with the same eyes before all that madness. Safe Sephiroth. They began their dance, in mutual accord now and Cloud felt his inner muscles tightening, Sephiroth inside him spreading that amazing energy all over his senses, awaking him out of his torments, his hands like claws, opening his ass to receive more. Moreover, Cloud wanted much more. As Sephiroth has ordered, he moaned loud with pure rapture, riding and swirling his hips over the man's sex, clenching both hands on Sephiroth's shoulders, feeling the flesh to confirm he was really there. Damn that demon with green eyes capable of rip off everything Cloud presumed as right and good on his life.

When Sephiroth finally had the loud moan he wished for, he returned Cloud to his lap and leaned his head at the boy's chest. Joy ran through Cloud's heart and he enlaced both hands over Sephiroth's neck, pulling some locks of the silvery hair through his fingers, tenderly caressing his nape. The memories of their briefs but intense encounters, as if flashes came upon his mind. That was a feeling he had forgotten for a long time ago. He felt Sephiroth's long hands sliding up and down his neck, scratching his skin so pleasurably until he clenched his waist hard, deeply sinking himself inside him. Wicks of silver hair glued at Cloud's damp skin as he held Sephiroth for life, locking them as a netbeyong pleasure it was an old, welcome feeling of belonging. Sephiroth was right, he was just a puppet, and he belonged to Sephiroth. He did not care about that anymore. All his senses were messy and nothing else bothered him, unless the urgent pursuit for his pleasure. Guilt, deaths behind him, Tifa, Planet, the very possibility all the Avalanche were watching them from Cid's ship, it was all behind him. He wanted more of Sephiroth, more of those muscled arms and hands squeezing his buttocks, more of thrusts and bites. He needed more. It will be the end of all battles, deaths and fights. At least for him with Sephiroth. Fuck the Planet, Avalanche, Tifa, Geostigma victims, the ordinary life he pretended to enjoy. Sephiroth was right; he never was interested at any of this. Now, everything was alive in his body. Nothing else mattered.

What was important now was bite and scratch his lover's white skin, lick his neck and suck Sephiroth harder inside him, whispering his name in lust, in fury.

They did not kissed each other yet and neither last time they had been together. Instead Cloud had killed him. God, how he craved to kiss Sephiroth once again.

Sephiroth lifted his right hand and caressed Cloud's face, getting closer to kiss him, his neck extending to meet Cloud's lips. Rapture.

"Don't leave me Cloud…"

"I won't. Never."

The same rapture Cloud knew the man was feeling, himself, was feeling now.

"Oh yes, you are welcome light of pleasure, ravish my body and my soul. Clean it of all its torments. Even if it is only for now. Please make it all be real, even the pain, everything for a fresh start together from now."

The next second, Cloud felt his vision blurred along with a sudden tight knot on his chest. They were so close to kissing; he could feel his lover's breath almost in his mouth. However, all the pleasure of minutes ago faded in the air, dragged out of him in seconds. Sephiroth disappeared and only a darkness was embracing his naked body in the floor. He tried to grab the air as if he could reach for a ghost. Nothing, not even a mist. Alone in the dark of that cold place, he cried out tasting the salt of his tears. He groaned, pulling out his hair, feeling the torment of rage, sadness and longing mingling with impotence. Sephiroth promised pain to him and he certainly delivered it. He accomplished every word he said. In a complete despair, he stood up from the ground and shouted, punching the air to fight back an imaginary Sephiroth, just to fell back again, sobbing, onto his knees. His chest's wound began to bleed again and the pain came back in triple, forcing him to bend his body forward, both hands uselessly trying to close his bleeding chest. Cloud was suffocating with his own blood.

"Cloud, Cloud, CLOUD wake up!"

Tifa almost fell on the floor with the jump Cloud gave from the bed. He crashed in the wooden floor, onto his belly down. Tifa screamed his name and followed to the floor to help him. He was almost without air, coughing a lot, still feeling the metallic taste of blood on his mouth.

His breath was short, fast, his skin wet, and flushed. Cloud could hear the thuds of his heart racing on his ears. It took a few seconds to realize he was in his room. He looked around and Tifa was by his side with a worried expression while he pressed his chest, still scared from his nightmare. He had tears on his face and slowly approaching to dry then, Tifa noticed they were still rolling. Whatever it was, that nightmare had been too bad.

"Cloud are you feeling pain in your chest?"

"No. I am fine. Go back to sleep, it is too soon to get up. Thank you Tifa and do not worry. "

Said the young rubbing his eyes and afraid to look at his nether parts and find an erection, but gladly it had vanished with his dream.

"Ok. So, try to rest a little bit more. Come back to bed. "

Cloud lifted himself from the floor and helped Tifa to do the same. Looking around, the girl found the small water bottle she always left in the desk to Cloud. She put some water in the glass and handed to Cloud that drank it in a gulp. He nodded at her, feeling ashamed to have shouted so loud to a point of awake the house.

"The kids woke up?"

"No. Are you feeling better?"

"It was just a dream. I'm fine."

She nodded and caressing Cloud's hair, she gave in him a kiss in his cheeks. The suddenly approach caused Cloud squirm; he was not expecting to be touched. He was still feeling as real all the sensations of powerless of the nightmare. The last scene of his nightmare was still over him.

"I won't see you leave, have a nice trip."

She hugged him and Cloud relaxed letting himself being hold. Tifa's arms around him felt nice, assuring him that, he was awake, alive and Sephiroth was dead and living on his memories. That was the incredible now of his life. He gave a long breath and parted the hug, after kissed her head. She smiled back at him with her usual sweetness holding his hand, but he knew Tifa very well, she would not leave his room until a proper answer.

"I-I was fighting him but…we didn't win."

"We won Cloud. Do you want to talk about it?"

Cloud shook his head and let go off her hands. Tifa knew very well the thin line bounding their relationship, and so, she went to her room, closing the door behind her. After the fateful night, they had slept together; Cloud seemed uncomfortable every time they were alone.

Cloud sat on his single bed. Unable to sleep again he looked at his phone and grumbled about the hour. It was 3.00 am. Too soon to get up and too late to come back to sleep, having time enough to analyze his dream. He tried to understand why, precisely one year later, he was having nightmares about Sephiroth. It was speeding the frequency of those weird dreams. First, the most of the dreams were about fight scenes. In all of those dreams, somehow he did not interact with Sephiroth, just the action. However, form the past weeks he was having intense emotional combats with Sephiroth, while he stabbed Cloud not only one but several times, ending always with Cloud hitting back and killing Sephiroth for good. Memories of joy never happened before. Joy. He chuckled to himself, thinking that he had even forgotten the torture part of the dream.

Perhaps it was the next delivery in Nibelhaim. Perhaps just the dark void that is day-by-day spreading on his chest.