Author's Notes: So, the next stop in the gift list is a lemon-fresh story. That is right, N23's request of blonde smut. So I present you with a somewhat gratifying Cloud/Rufus fic. Never been a PWP person. But N asks and I obey. It's not particularly graphic, sorry. Use your imagination kiddos.
Satisfaction
Neither made a mistake about it. Neither even thought there was more to it than the sex. It was physical, pure and simple. Something they couldn't, or maybe didn't want to get from those around them. A fleeting sense of worth, of desire, maybe even lose control or gain it.
Once a month it happened, even though they swore every time that it was the last time. Something would come up on one end or another, they would meet, and then it would happen. There was even a point where the blamed Reeve for it, but something just said that it would have happened anyway. Soon it was explained as a lack of gratification from those that 'loved' them. Eventually they admitted that it was pure and simple need. From there on it was easy.
Their lips pressed together in an empty kiss, the pinned body of the former president arching as he attempted to free himself from the stronger blonde's grip. His body ached to submit to the thrice over hero, but his mind still said no. Still, Rufus knew that as amazing as being in control was, as used to it as he was, he couldn't help but revel in the pure lack of control he had when Cloud pressed him down into the bed, wrists held tight above his head. And while the kisses meant nothing at all, the way the swordsman would plunder his mouth was probably the greatest sin of all.
Rufus actually groaned in pleasure as Cloud bit into his neck. Perfectly manicured nails cut into an already scarred back, and now Cloud moaned as blood flowed into the scratches. After a few more seconds the pointless foreplay was discarded, the main event put center stage. Quiet moans gave way to groans and purring, hoarse shouts and needy whimpers. Rufus was begging and pleading, Cloud was ignoring all the noise. He'd long since stopped caring about the novelty of having Rufus Shin-Ra begging for him.
A touch, a lick, a playful nip. Shouting and begging, whispered words of affection that neither giver nor receiver dared to believe. And in the end two mingled cries of pleasure, wordless to prevent any chance of uttering the other's name, seemed to shake the whole of the building. Or at least them. This was how their game worked. Once they could stand again they dressed. No spooning, no cuddling, no words but those involving the business matter at hand. Sure, there would always be those implications behind their words, veiled references to hoe they ended up away from their loves, the gentlest hints that maybe things were finally right in the world, but there was no cruelty spoken of their actions. All of that was because for that one hour once a month… They were alive. And they were loved.