That night sleep came quickly for Malachi though it was far from restful. The recent truths he had discovered (he knew Sephiroth spoke true no matter how much he wanted to deny it) plagued his dreams. Morning came bitter sweet for him for although he had escaped the dreams he still had life to contend with.
Dawn had just made herself known when Malachi awoke. Patiently he waited for her to make the transition into day when he would have to deal with his father. Whilst he waited his mind thought deeply about the revelation and its consequence.
At long last a noise outside the door caught Malachi's attention and after a moment or two the door swung open. Sephiroth quickly went through it, in one hand he had a silver tray and in the other he held something that had been carefully wrapped in red linen. Sephiroth's face was inscrutable although there was something in his stride that Malachi didn't like. Silently he placed both tray and wrapped linen on the bed-side table. The tray had upon it a plate of food and a glass pitcher filled with water in which several ice cubes floated about lazily. The wrapped linen however remained a mystery to Malachi who was quite unable to guess what was wrapped within it. "Have you thought about last night?" Sephiroth asked quietly "I have" Malachi replied "and it changed nothing, you still killed her and I'll make sure you pay for it". Sephiroth sighed, although there didn't seem to be any sadness behind it, almost as if he wanted Malachi to be difficult "as you wish"
With slow purposeful movements Sephiroth picked up the glass pitcher "thirsty?" he inquired then, without waiting for an answer, he poured the ice cold liquid over Malachi's naked form. Starting at the head he worked his way down the body until the last few ice cubes in the bottom of the pitcher fell onto Malachi's genitals. From the instant the water touched him Malachi tried to recoil but the ropes around his wrists and ankles kept him still. Shivering Malachi gasped aloud, the cold soggy sheets quickly began to drain the heat from his body. Sephiroth chuckled wickedly as he placed the pitcher back down then picked up the linen and unwrapped it, slowly a very sharp looking silver dagger was revealed. Delicately he brought it up to his sons mouth "my dear child don't look so scared" Malachi was now shivering uncontrollably and was very pale "kill me then you ass!" he managed to spit as Sephiroth grew close "kill you!? I'm not going to kill you, you're too important for that" he caressed the blunt edge of the dagger with one long finger "I'm just going to try some of my more persuasive techniques on you" he drew so close that there was barley an inch between their faces "you will soon learn obedience my son" Malachi responded by spitting in his face.
The first blow was deep, punishment for spitting in his face. The dagger cut deep into Malachi's thigh and opened a gash about three inched long. Malachi screamed out in pain but it was silence by Sephiroth's firm hand clasping around his mouth. Sephiroth twisted the dagger which made Malachi convulse with in agony, a muffled cry erupted from behind his hand. The next slice was shallow and slow, it ran from top of the chest down to the bellybutton. The third again was shallow, this one going down the right arm.
On and on Sephiroth cut into Malachi who could do nothing but let out frequent moans of pain. Aside from the initial cut the wounds were superficial and under Sephiroth's careful hand they would prove not to be fatal, they just hurt.
Occasionally Sephiroth would run his tongue down a fresh cut, savouring the taste of blood and also digging his tongue into the wound to tear it further open. Malachi's eyes were wet and red but despite the pain he kept tears back, he would not give Sephiroth the pleasure of seeing him cry.
Most of Malachi's skin was now ripped and bleeding, satisfied Sephiroth wiped the blade and returned it to the safety of the linen. Once it was again wrapped in the safety of the linen Sephiroth turned to Malachi was an expression that foretold misery and pain.
Malachi waited in silent horror for the next method of torture, Sephiroth stared back for a few seconds before pulling the shirt from over his head leaving his torso naked. He smiled at Malachi whilst running one long finger across his chest.
Fear clutched Malachi as he realised what his fate was to be "Father No! You Can't!" (The word father came unconsciously from his mouth which was soon again cover by Sephiroth's firm grip) "I can do whatever I want, especially to you my son". Easily he slipped onto the bed, his warm body pressed up again his son's cold and bloody torso. The pressure on the cuts pained Malachi although he couldn't express the discomfort with his mouth sealed.
Slowly Sephiroth ran one finger down Malachi's chest who watched helpless as it passed his waist then moved around his body until it came to his rear. Sephiroth kept his finger pressed again the tight hole for a second before thrusting it in as far as it would go. For a few moments Malachi tensed, he eyes shut tight as a look of pain spread across his features. Knowing it would hurt more otherwise Malachi forced himself to relax, letting out a long deep breath as he did.
Sephiroth chuckled "relax all you want, this is still going to hurt" as he said this he increased the speed in which he fingered his sons ass, adding two more fingers as he did. Malachi tried to keep his face neutral but the occasional eye twitch or stifled moan betrayed him.
The finger fuck seemed endless. When at last it did end Sephiroth withdrew his fingers and, before Malachi could react, pushed them into his son's mouth. Malachi jerked his head to the side but Sephiroth's fingers remained, slowly moving in and out of his mouth again. "Tastes good yes?" Sephiroth cruelly said as his free hand moved down and undid his trousers. Removing his fingers from Malachi's mouth Sephiroth withdrew from the bed, once standing gain he took his trousers off and threw them aside.
Smiling lustfully at Malachi as he undid the bound that tied his son's feet, at once Malachi began to kick and flail against his bonds but he was soon stopped as Sephiroth grabbed hold of his thighs and, with incredible strength, kept Malachi still as he took position above the youth.
Malachi tried to beg with his father but was cut short as Sephiroth thrust his throbbing cock into Malachi's tight virgin ass. Pain wracked Malachi's body as again Sephiroth drove himself into him; quickly he established a steady pace as he fucked Malachi.
Sephiroth's moaned and grunted with pleasure, slowly he increased the pace and force in which he fucked Malachi, this soon had the youth in tears of both pain and humiliation which brought no end of satisfaction to Sephiroth. After a good long while of fucking Malachi Sephiroth's climax approached, sweating and panting he began thrusting into Malachi with full force. Each vigorous thrust forced a yell from his son's lips. The climax was so close that the pleasure was nearly driving Sephiroth mad; he dug his nails deep into Malachi until his finally climax broke. A wave of euphoria washed over him forcing him to throw his head back and let out a cry of pleasure as he shot his load into Malachi's rear. After he had emptied his load into Malachi Sephiroth withdrew from his ass.
Minutes passed in silence save the heavy breathing of the two males. Then as last Sephiroth ran his hands over his head to straighten his hair, then he smiled to Malachi "just like your mother" he said as he pulled himself off the bed "only she didn't scream as loud as you did...pity" after getting dressed again he undid the roped that bound Malachi's hands "eat" he ordered as he motioned towards the food on the tray "I'll be back tomorrow, the house is yours until then but don't try to leave" he made for the door but before he could get through it Malachi said something, turning Sephiroth looked at him "what was that?". Slowly Malachi forced himself to look up at him "I hate you" he repeated in a hoarse whisper.
Sephiroth smiled then left the room leaving Malachi alone with the morning sun.