Written while listening to "Prison Sex" by Tool on repeat. Look up the lyrics or listen to the song, and you'll know why. ;)

"You've got your hands bound and your head down and your eyes closed. You look so precious now..."

Cloud wasn't expecting Sephiroth to knock on his door, not at three o'clock in the morning - and certainly not after they had both admitted their love for each other during a hot fuck. But there he was, waiting patiently with his arms at his side as Cloud opened the door a crack and squinted at the porch light.

"What do you want? It's 3 A.M., Sephiroth." He was groggy and irritated from being woken up. Sephiroth gave a quick glance at the chain lock that helped to hold the door closed. With one swift movement, he jammed one of his black leather boots into the crack of the door. Cloud barely had time to back away as Sephiroth raised an elbow and slammed his arm into the door, splintering the wood around the chain lock and sending it clattering to the floor. He shook off bits of the wood from his pristine boots and walked through the door, shutting it behind him. Cloud stood against a wall, his nerves jumping. He was afraid. What was Sephiroth thinking, barging in here like this?

Sephiroth crossed the room quickly and slammed a hand on the wall near Cloud's head and pressed his body against the small blond. He heard Cloud gulp loudly. Running a finger down Cloud's cheek, he smiled deviously. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you too badly."

Cloud allowed a nervous laugh to pass through his lips. Trembling, he lifted his hands to grip Sephiroth's leather coat, but the tall man grabbed his wrists.

"You don't touch me unless I give you permission, Strife. That's an order."

Sephiroth led them to Cloud's bed and pointed to his pants. "Strip," he told Cloud. Like a submissive little cadet, he quickly shed his pants and stood at attention - and, Sephiroth noticed with delight, so did his cock. He grabbed the lamp from Cloud's bedside table and unplugged it. With one quick yank, he ripped the electrical cord from the device and let the lamp fall to the floor, where it shattered in pieces at their feet. "Turn around and put your hands behind you," he commanded Cloud.

He wrapped the cord around Cloud's wrists and made sure it was tight. Leaving a little room on the cord for easy gripping, he gave it a hard yank and saw Cloud buck forward from the movement. He let out a small whine of pain and twisted his hands frantically, trying to work his way out of the unconventional tourniquet. Sephiroth raised his hand and gave Cloud a hard smack on the ass. He cried out and almost collapsed, his knees weak from pain. Sephiroth caught him easily with one arm across his chest. Pulling the blond closely to him, he whispered, "Remember your place in the ranks, cadet." The hot breath in Cloud's ear made his cock jerk, and then he was on his knees in the bed. With his hands bound and his head crushed into the mattress, he had no choice but to stay where he was.

He heard the clinking of metal buckles as Sephiroth began to pull his boots off. With a surge of bravery, Cloud uttered, "You should keep your coat on this time, maybe put your boots back on. Make it official that I've been fucked by the General." Sephiroth hummed in approval. "Hmm. Good idea." He put his boots back on and dropped his pants to his ankles. He moved slowly and pulled up a wooden chair next to the bed. He helped Cloud stand, then sat down and spread his legs slightly. "Come," he beckoned with a finger. Cloud came to him and immediately began to straddle Sephiroth on the chair. Sephiroth held onto his hips, hovering the blond over his cock in anticipation. With a quick lift of his hips and a quick shove downward of Cloud's hips, he speared the wriggling cadet onto his hot flesh.

Cloud cried out in pain. It hurt him like hell. There had been no ease of passage whatsoever. He saw the pain reflected in Sephiroth's eyes as Cloud's inner muscles tightly squeezed the man's cock. After a few seconds, the pain was gone from Sephiroth, and Cloud could have sworn that he had seen fire appear in the General's pupils. Sephiroth kept a firm hold on Cloud's hips and began to lift him up slowly, and just as soon as he was lifted, Cloud felt himself lowered again.

"Say it, cadet," Sephiroth grunted.

Cloud didn't have to ask what he meant. He caught his breath and moaned. "Fuck me, General. I'm just a lowly cadet," he sputtered and panted. Sephiroth moaned deeply in his chest and bit into Cloud's neck, drawing blood. The stinging hurt and he felt the blood begin to drip down his pale neck. Sephiroth's eyes lit up at the sight of the blood, red like a summon materia, and he licked the trail back up to its exit wound. He sped up his strokes inside of Cloud, watching the blond's head bob up and down uncontrollably. Cloud was losing his drive, and Sephiroth knew what he had to do. Reluctantly, he reached a hand around Cloud's back and fumbled with the knot on the electrical cord. Releasing his wrists from the painful binding, Sephiroth nodded in approval as Cloud lifted his arms to wrap them around his neck.

Cloud hugged Sephiroth closely to him and braced himself, finally able to take control of the situation. He let Sephiroth relax and completely took over, riding the General and cursing all the while.

"General, Sir! Fuck me, General! You are a fucking god, Sir!" His cheeks were red, and his cock rubbed constantly against Sephiroth's stomach, causing heated friction to build him up almost to an orgasm. There was only one thing missing. He kept whimpering, rising and falling, loving the feeling of Sephiroth buried so deeply inside of him, but he wanted to come. "Sir! Permission to come!" he gasped breathlessly.

Sephiroth grasped Cloud's cock with one hand and kept his other hand steadily on the blond's hip. With hard strokes and fast movements, Sephiroth brought him to orgasm. Cloud cried out so loudly that his voice cracked and made his throat hurt. It was a violent episode; his nails dug into Sephiroth's shoulders and his head jerked forward.

"Damn!" Sephiroth cried out. His own orgasm was just as violent, the wooden chair creaking beneath him and threatening to break apart. It took him a few minutes to recover. When he did, he lifted Cloud from his lap and laid him on the bed. Kissing him on the forehead, he mumbled, "Love you.," and pulled his pants up.

Walking to the door so he could go back to his own home, he stopped when a mirror on the wall reflected his face.

A smear of blood was present on his mouth.

He licked his lips and smiled deviously. He loved it rough. Thankfully, so did Cloud.