"Cloud…" A female voice graced a dimly lit room in a feverish cry.
The curtains were drawn closed, shutting out all the blinking lights and never-ending bustle of the city. Sometimes the roaring of trains sounded, cars honked, and ambulances sounded, people shouted and cursed, but behind the gathered drapes, came sounds of an entirely different nature. This was a noise that drowned out all that was beyond all four walls; a man and woman. It was a fairly uncommon association in the city of thriving gays, but there in that quaint apartment lie contrasting genders, their bodies connected in heated, animated passion.
"Mnngh…That feels so good, babe…" Tifa's delicate voice was a pleasant melody above the dull stillness where nothing else sounded except for the faint creaking of the bed and her partner's rough breathes.
Cloud was positioned over her soft chest, brushing against the fluff of her mounds every time that he thrust into her. Usually he kept one breast in each hand while he indulged in his voluptuous partner, but that night, though he felt especially energetic, he did not graze her there even once. Instead, both his hands were positioned somewhat awkwardly under her arms on each side of her. She did not take notice of the slight change in their routine…
"Ti…fa…." He spoke in a broken whisper laden with lust. "My nipples…touch them." His eyes squinted, face twisted in ecstasy.
Almost in a state of disbelief at what she was told, she demonstrated the request with her pretty, dainty fingers and took one of the hard buds on his chest and rolled them between her thumb and index finger. "Like this?"
Cloud closed his eyes and moaned helplessly, "Ah, yeah…yeah just like that. The other one…"
When his next request came, she used both her hands to satisfy him.
He blissfully hummed. "…My cock really aches when you do that. It feels so….good." Caught up in the rapture the sensations gave him, he almost didn't notice her laughing underneath him. He stopped pushing into her lower bits and looked down with half lidded, weary eyes. "What's wrong?"
"It's just…a little gay. You never asked me to do something like that to you before." She covered her mouth as she giggled, spoiling the mood.
He then decided that he wasn't going to proceed with the act until the matter was settled. "I am NOT gay, Tifa…"This, he genuinely believed.
She simply couldn't take him seriously, although he was in fact quite serious. It was always like that. Cloud went about life taking all matters with a grave looking expression on his face while she had a more humorous, positive take on things. "I'm not saying that you're gay. Obviously you're not… It's just that…I wasn't really expecting you to like that kind of thing. I know gay guys who openly enjoy it… Sephiroth loves nipple play. Hahaha!"
"Do you have to talk about him even while we're in bed together?" There was no denying it. The member he had plunged up to the hilt inside of her had jolted at the mention of the General. Of course, Cloud tried to disguise the sudden motion by moving in and out of her frantically all of a sudden.
Taken by surprise, she grabbed onto his shoulders to gain some control of her body, "God, what's got you so wild tonight? You're usually so gentle and sweet, but I like this change."
"I guess…it's been a while since we…did this." The real reason was to stay with him. Like before, he was coming up with the most plausible excuse in his mind, the first one he could think of that made sense though it was not the true reality. All the while, the real reason was because he saw Sephiroth that night. The male had lingered in his mind and he couldn't get him out. As soon as they returned home from the restaurant, Cloud picked up his fiancé and threw her onto their bed. They had been at it with each other for over an hour.
As the familiar hot, stiff member drove into her relentlessly, stirring up a certain spot inside, Tifa could only let out a sweet moan, roaming her fingers over his back until they settled on his firm ever shifting backside. She compressed his cheeks as if to draw his body in further. "Ah..ah…ahhh! S…sorry for bringing him up. It wasn't right."
"Bringing who up?" Cloud purposefully feigned ignorance.
Unable to speak evenly, Tifa blurted, "Sephiroth…!"
It was only to hear his name again, that he had ask her to reply so specifically, and as he predicted, his body reacted to the simple utterance of his name, jerking and pulsating painfully deep inside of her moist heat. "I forgive you." Then, his mouth opened up to speak words that he could have never seen coming. "Tifaa….let's try something else." He suggested, gently tearing her hand away from his stiffened nipples. Something vicious and sweltering hot began to stir up inside of his body and he would not have been able to bring himself to speak of such a thing had he not been in such a feverish state.
Silently following where he was taking her fingers, Tifa waited to see what he had in mind.
In one sensual movement, Cloud had taken a delicate, slightly most finger into his mouth and sucked on it like one would a Popsicle. This erotic demonstration fascinated the woman so she watched in awe and burning desire.
"Put them in my asshole… one at a time." The man spoke in a low voice, his movements quickening ever so slightly at the initial anticipation of the action.
At first, she was shocked, but even she had been swept up in the unusual blistering lustful fever. "Okay…" Fingers slick with saliva, Tifa crept them down her lovers muscle entrenched back and slipped one into the unfamiliar territory, feeling him constrict viciously around her and sucking her finger in until soon loosening up. When he was used to the feeling of having her one finger inside, she knowingly began to move it in and out, squirming it around deeper and deeper, testing him.
Cloud buried his head into the pillow resting by her neck and let out a loud moan. Somehow, it was much unlike him to do so. "Shit….uhhhhh….ugh, more." He rocked against her, reveling in the feeling of having both ends pleasured at the same time.
Without agreeing verbally, Tifa complied, adding in another finger. One of the reasons why she was so obedient about the unusual request, was because she wanted to see more of Cloud's less than normal behavior. He was acting…peculiarly, but something about it was so remarkably arousing and intriguing. She wanted more of this new and unknown side of him.
"Fuck me with them, really hard. As hard as you can."
Again, Tifa wasn't going to discontinue the unconventional service. The more she poked and prodded him with her practiced fingers, the deeper and more accurately he aimed at the soft round spot inside her that sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She was slightly relived that the two of them weren't making eye contact.
Little did she know, Cloud wore a much more disgraceful and warped look on his face, one that she could never come close imitating. Had she seen how badly he was drowning in pleasure just by the excited expression on his face, she would have been stunned speechless at the very least. All she knew was that he was going wild on top of her, riding her like an instinct driven beast, not taking any intervals to adjust his position or kiss and embrace her. Everything was done with one objective in mind: to orgasm.
It was a gentlemanly habit of his to always allow her to cum before he did, but that night, the thought hadn't crossed his mind. As she stuffed his insides over and over, churning everything up in the heated, clenching hole, Cloud let out a choking sound, while quickening the speed of his hips, a feat Tifa had already decided was impossible.
"Are you cumming?" His lover asked, always with the futile anticipation of feeling his warm seed fill her.
"Soon…."
There was something about the way he spoke that made her regret asking. It was almost as if Cloud didn't want to hear her questioning him while he was in such a deep, meditative, almost drone like state. It was as if she had bothered him, interrupted him even. That insulting response of his drove her to scratch the two nails she had in his body, relentlessly grazing against his innards. She could be ruthless when she wanted to be. No one, not even Cloud mistreated or disgraced her.
However, the action only stirred him up more. "Aahhh, Tifa…..Right there! Haahhh guh…!"
She turned her head to observe his external reaction rather than just feeling it. Her view had improved the second Cloud pulled out of her and released into the overly stretched, unrelenting condom. He rested his heavy length between their bodies and helplessly poured out everything that he had.
Thick loads of semen spurted every time she nudged his prostate, his cock twitching with each burst of semen. He didn't even require his own hand to make himself ejaculate.
The act simply fascinated Tifa. Though she had not reached climax, or had her lover acknowledge her lack of height in satisfaction, she looked up at the desperate expression on his face and could tell….something was quite off about her once mild and reserved farm boy. There was a change in him and not one entirely for the better.
And then, without hesitation, Cloud peeled off the used condom. However he did not reach for another like he had after their prior round.
"What? Are you sure?" Tifa checked, assuming they were to engage in unprotected intercourse. Otherwise, her lover would have lain down next to her to go to sleep. Instead, he was kneeling over her, still gazing with a look of deep lust.
Cloud simply whispered, "Hold your legs open…"
Surprised by that same unusual cold tone of voice, she did as she was told.
Meanwhile, he lowered himself down on the bed.
Tifa knew what was to proceed next. She closed her eyes, but rather than feeling his tongue against her swollen ornament, she felt the familiar wet object flicker against the hole that was further down. "Wait….wha….uhh….mmm." Tifa had stopped before she could even form a sentence as she experienced a warm dampness devour her lowest area. Cloud had never even wiggled his tongue around so wildly in her moist folds like the way he was doing in her ass. It was almost distasteful the way he devoured her… But to think that Cloud, her Cloud, normally so apathetic, quiet, dopey and polite, was licking her asshole like a mad dog created a mental arousal so profound that she couldn't bring herself to stop him.
"Do you feel it in your pussy?" His head perked up to vulgarly inquire about the sensation he was giving her.
Just slightly she shook her butt about, unable to put an accurate description together of what she felt. "Does that….look like…my pussy, you asshole?!"
Cloud only laughed, "….I didn't know…you could turn into such a sexy slut who slobbers and squirms while getting her ass licked…"
In the moment, she didn't care how indescribable and ambiguous the feeling, she pushed his head away. Something she had been thinking to do since he had gone down there. "…making fun of me?" Tifa said breathlessly.
"It's okay if I talk dirty to you in bed now, isn't it?"
When such an insolent resounding voice reached her ears, she could only wonder if she was supposed to accept the disrespectful verbal treatment. Cloud never once called her out of her name no matter how caught up they got in the heat of the moment. "Do what you want." She told him with a weak, partly rebellious look. After all, those words didn't mean anything.
As instructed, Cloud indeed did as he wanted, even if it meant crossing the line of his lover's preferences in bed.
"You're not getting in there, if that's what you're thinking…" Tifa informed whilst a menacing look crossed her face. The soft, moist tongue previously sopping her up down there had been replaced with one of Cloud's stocky fingers. Every time he inched the finger in further, she edged herself away. The feeling was unbearable. It was impossible to think that with the girth of his length the feeling would be any resemblance to pleasure.
Cloud's actions failed to heed her warning and he crept in another finger instead.
After years of being treated like a delicate flower in bed, years of having her needs come first and never having to do anything she didn't want to, Tifa felt a dark feeling welling up inside of her. This went beyond the splitting pain Cloud was giving her down below and before he could pry the finger in anymore, the darkness manifested itself and she instinctively punched him in the eye. Her limbs had been moving on their own. There was no thought involved, just emotion and instinct. She didn't enjoy anal stimulation and couldn't believe that her fiancé was forcing her.
Cloud's took the blow like nothing more than that of a little pinch on one of his burly arms. As if not feeling any pain at all, or even taking her warning under the slightest consideration, he stretched her legs back and pried them further apart before settling in between them. It was as though he were under some kind of spell, a trance. On a mission, he immediately grabbed onto Tifa's wrists to keep her hands from flailing and forced them back, pressing them to the sheets.
She was unable to move. Part of her paralysis stemmed from shock. She was experiencing firsthand her boyfriend of four year's true strength. Cloud had never so much as restrained her. "You can't be serious…" Tifa looked up at him like he was crazy.
Like before, he did not respond and instead used action to communicate his intentions to her.
"Ahhh! Fuck!" Tifa groaned in agony as a hard, heated length penetrated her only virginal hole. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" She squirmed about in a different nature, a hostile one, flailing her head, legs and arms about, in dispute.
For a moment, Cloud was absorbed by the new, pleasurable sensation and also in shock by his ever so gentle and kind soon-to-be wife's choice of words. And in that instant of mental lapse, Tifa had successfully broken free of his hold and this time managed to throw an unsteady fist at his nose.
His body staggered to the side when he received the harsh blow and recoiled back and off of her as new strikes rained upon him. With no resistance, he took a jab in the stomach, a kick in between his legs and another in the shin. When the blows had ended, he was left with a dull ache from top to bottom. He kneeled down on the bed, crouching, collecting his sanity, his senses and thoughts. Just what had he been doing to Tifa? As he asked himself the baffling question, his eyes stared widely, yet blankly into the darkness, searching, searching, yet not finding… "I'm…..I'm…..so sorry…Tifa….!" He was wrapping his arms around himself, fingers digging into his flesh in self-loathing. "I….I didn't mean to do that with you. I could never…"
"What's going on with you?!" She shouted out of frustration. Since they moved there, she started feeling for the first time distanced from her lover, some kind of wide unfathomable gab that she couldn't read. She could no longer predict him, understand him. Nothing about him made sense, he was more depressed than the usual and he treated her differently, coldly.
Neither trembling nor sobbing, Cloud simply held onto himself and looked blankly out into space. He was putting the pieces together in his mind, the answers why he had done what he did… "…I'm just so stressed…I'm just so stressed… I…I'm so fucking stressed out, Tifa….!"
It was then she truly grasped the extent of his dilemma. For the first time, she witnessed for a moment, insanity flash in her lover's lost blue eyes, eyes calling so desperately for something, anything, and anyone for help. She just didn't know what it was he needed. She didn't have his answers to guide him, but she understood how serious it was. Having no other choice but to gaze out into their dark room at his unstable, broken expression, she listened to him.
"You have everything figured out… You have a decent job at ShinRa. You're closer than you've ever been to opening up your bar… You want to get married and have children… You have your dreams… and I'm… not quite sure what I'm doing in this city. I can't keep up with you... Even though everyone tries to make me feel better, I know that I joined the military late and I'm behind for my age. I have literally nothing in common with the locals here. Everyone is gay, really outgoing or rich. I still need to get you a better ring…. I need to provide for you and take care of you, give you everything that you deserve, but no matter how much I pound that into my brain, I feel that with every day that passes by, I'm falling behind…. My pride can't withstand you surpassing me! But even with that being said… I'm completely useless…"
After coming so far, of course Tifa would never want to admit that they were drifting apart, longing for different things in life, going down their own paths at their own pace. Never would she like to come to the realization that perhaps they weren't right for one another. Even if with each day that came and went in their new surroundings, the odds of a break up became more of a possibility. "But I thought you were doing better. You got into the military. You even made a couple of new friends. Sephiroth seems to really like you. Didn't you make progress with him today…?"
Cloud intentionally cut her words off at the mention of Sephiroth and 'progress'. He felt they shouldn't have been used in one sentence. "It's more complex than that, Tifa. I just feel like I need to find something and I won't be right until I do. It's to the point where I'm overwhelmed with frustration and anxiety."
"Well, don't take it out on me in bed. I'm not the bad guy." Tifa shot back at him, feeling at odds about how to comfort her troubled lover. She always had to offer him words of comfort and positivity, always coddle him when he felt vulnerable. There were seldom times when he comforted her, or perhaps it was simply because she never needed to be. This helpless, hopeless attitude of his was starting to wear on her nerves. She'd soon run out of ideas.
Feeling her frustration whilst a throbbing pain worked through his face, due to Tifa's strongest hit, he planted a palm down on the sheets to help shift himself over to sit up next to her in the king size bed. "I know….You've been nothing but supportive, my only source for support…I couldn't be more grateful. I…I did lose control. It…won't happen again. Sorry..."
"Sorry for hitting you." Tifa said in a little voice, feeling compelled to give an apology as well.
Cloud instantly shot it down, "No, I deserved it."
"Mm, maybe a little." She choked out a laugh. "I wonder what made you want to do that though. Of all things…" Her gaze dropped to the sheets covering her lilly white legs, pondering the thought. Much like Cloud, Tifa had been raised a conservative, reserved life in the countryside. As a result, she didn't start learning about X-rated topics and material until she was exposed to the city. Even still, she never quite understood the point of anal intercourse and had no interest in exploring the topic. Cloud, on the other hand… wasn't as foreign to the act. The very second Tifa had opened her mouth to question him further, a muffled buzz sounded in the darkness. "Who's that calling you this late at night?"
Cloud's blue eyes instantly darted to his phone and its illuminating screen. "It's only nine." Quite relieved that the phone call had interrupted the flow of their conversation and where it was headed, he bent over, holding his stomach and baring the aching pain in his other parts to collect the vibrating device. "Hello? ….Sephiroth?" Cloud said, knowingly alerting Tifa of the caller's identity. His heart leapt at the deep resonation of his voice and a feeling of anticipation and fear washed over him. He was happy, but most evidently anxious.
The woman in his company reacted coldly by turning over in the other direction and swinging the covers over her shoulder, clearly displaying an attitude. It was starting to seem like Sephiroth was the one person who could get between their personal time. However, she only brushed it off as mere coincidence, knowing that Cloud really had no control over Sephiroth calling him. The General was a remarkably important asset in both their lives. She understood why he had answered.
Cloud disregarded her cold reaction and walked into the hallway, all painful sensations completely void of his body as his mind focused solely on who was on the other line. "Hi, how's it going? Oh, alright…. Yeah, it's okay. ….Not a problem. Yeah… Uh-huh… Sure… That's fine…. Okay… Bye." He said in compliance during the entire conversation, a tad too nervous and awkward to add any input himself. Sephiroth did all the talking and he did it well, explaining everything that needed to be said and ending it without going on about anything unnecessary or tedious. "Uhh… That was Sephiroth." Cloud drawled, creeping back into the master bed room.
"I would have never guessed." Tifa spoke out sarcastically, blankets still thrown over her shoulder as she faced the opposite direction.
Though he could see she was about to go to sleep, he informed her of the topic of their short lived discussion. "We're going to have dinner tomorrow night."
"Oh?" At this, she turned around and even sat up straight.
Guilt and fear lay in his tired face, however it was difficult to make out in the dark, "We don't have plans, do we? If we do, I can reschedule with him!" Of course, he felt the need to cover his own ass before rushing into a dinner date with the other man. He didn't even know what he felt so guilty of. They were just going to talk, like Sephiroth said, just talk. Yet, when he thought about it, he could only envision the General's bedroom eyes staring up at him, that strong inhumanly muscular naked body underneath him, long legs coiling around his hips and powerful hands grasping his ass like handlebars… "Or I could just cancel if you want to spend more time together, Tifa!"
"Oh, no, go ahead."
Even so, Cloud felt the need to explain himself further. "We were just going to meet up and talk about the military, nothing fancy… But Tifa I think I should call him back and tell him that we need to spend some more time together."
"You know I work tomorrow night. I don't mind if you go. Go ahead, have fun or whatever you guys do."
"Okay… I'll come home as quickly as I can." He assured her.
"Oh, but you guys are probably going to go out drinking, right? Don't worry about rushing home too fast. Enjoy the evening and take your time." She sent him a genuine smile. Sephiroth had somehow lightened up the mood. "You were just telling me of all your troubles. Not having anything in common with anyone, feeling isolate….wasn't that one of them? I'm really glad that you're getting along with Sephiroth so well, I really am. You have someone else other than me to count on. I mean it, you two have a lot of fun. I'll be here when you get back."
The more she spoke, the more I felt guilty for an act that had yet to happen. Tifa… as innocent, kind heart and sweet as she is, all I could do was crawl back into our bed, kiss her on the head and hold her in my arms until sleep found her. I had no words for her. If I said anything, I knew that I would be even further trampling on her kind, trusting heart, betraying her. This way, by staying quiet, I didn't have to hear myself acting like a liar and a cheater. Feeling it in the marrow of my bones, seeing it like a slideshow in my brain, hearing it with every mention of the man's name, and being around Sephiroth himself was enough to remind myself of the treacherous person I was steadily becoming. I'm ugly, worthless, and a fuck up. I call myself these things internally in a mantra, my arms embracing her as I take in the smell of perfume mixed with shampoo and a touch of her mild smelling sweat. All the while I'm thinking about…him.
I've been thinking that I just want to sleep with him, that's it, nothing more, that I'm not actually gay, just curious. I just want to know what it feels like to get in his ass. I felt like that desire would simmer down if I just got it from my fiancé. That way, I would be able to find out what it feels like without actually betraying her. Only now, I feel like that isn't what I wanted at all. As it turns out, I would much rather have sex with Sephiroth… The sad part about it is that I am even more intrigued about doing it with him now than I was before even at the expense of my girlfriend's trust. I'm so fucked up.
-.-.-.-
"Cloud…" Sephiroth still had his cell phone in his hand after their conversation ended. "Ah, Cloud…" His naked figure fell back into the plush cloud-like white comforter on his large bed. With eyes closed, he panted, body coated with a thin film of sweat, his face a light blush all over. "…I knew hearing your voice would make me cum..."
-.-.-.-
Cloud sat across from the General feeling out of place in his new surroundings. Just the other night, he, Tifa and her friends had gone to a fine dining restaurant, but what Sephiroth had in mind for him that night was a venue in a completely different league. There were multiple different utensils in front of him and the china sparkled as though it had been scrubbed then polished to perfection. The menu in his hand was limited to just a few dishes and it read out like a foreign language. There were words spayed out before him that he couldn't recognize. Embarrassed that he couldn't comprehend the articles, he looked to the older man in frustration. "Are you trying to impress me?"
The haughty grin on his face was enough to confirm his suspicions. "I am…and it's working."
There was no way Cloud could deny it. He was substantially impressed….yet anxious about the extravagantness of it all nonetheless. Of course he had never been in such opulence.
The restaurant's most refined waiter found his way to their table and instantly recognized the General. From then on out, they carried on familiarly as though Sephiroth was a regular. His visit wasn't complete until the manager had come to greet the important military figure as well.
As the three of them carried on with smiles, witty jokes and empty flattery, Cloud set the ineligible menu down and looked off at his surroundings. He most certainly didn't belong there. Everything just felt so…fancy. At least he dressed the part so that he could at least blend. Examining the unusually submissive and cooperative behavior of the waiter and manager, Cloud had deduced that Sephiroth was known well by the staff for coming to the restaurant.
The three men's conversation ended after roughly three minutes. The manager excused himself as the waiter asked them what they would like to drink for the evening. That was when Sephiroth intervened, cutting in with his own suggestion for what wine they were to order. Cloud was glad though because he hadn't the slightest notion of what to get. Everything on the menu made him nervous because it was so expensive.
Immediately after the vintage was ordered, Cloud scanned the wine menu to find how much it cost. The glimmer in the waiter's eyes quantified that it was a great amount of money and if the meal and drinks added up to the hundreds, then he would be expecting and guaranteed a considerable tip. "Four-hundred dollars…." He quoted the menu where their wine was listed.
Before he knew it, the man waiting on them was back to pour the delicate drink in tall glasses. The establishment was probably making Sephiroth's orders a priority because their server had come back rather fast despite the accumulating crowd. And so the gentleman proceeded to inform them of the specials of the day, their description and every detail, followed by inquiries of what they would like to have that evening. Sephiroth ordered for the both of them once more, before Cloud could even open his mouth. The waiter bowed courteously, collect their menus with tactfulness and grace, and scurry off into the direction of the kitchen. This was the beginning of their six course meal.
A little ways into the evening, Cloud took the last gulp in his glass of the outrageously priced wine. "Why are you doing all of this for me? I'm thankful…but it might be a bit much." The unfamiliar taste of the fine wine and food were a constant reminder of how overboard his date was going. Yes, this was a date and Cloud was clearly the one who was inevitably being swept off his feet. He wasn't so sure how he felt about it, but it had become difficult to successfully evade Sephiroth's advances and techniques. Before he even realized it, he had been hoisted into a powerless, submissive position where he had no other choice but to sit and accept. With every sip of the foreign wine, every bite of the delicacy lining his plate, guilt rose up, yet still he swallowed. Cloud accepted everything because deep down inside he enjoyed it. He liked it so much that the guilt of not knowing if he could pay Sephiroth back, be it with his body or money, didn't matter. The guilt of knowingly cheating on Tifa by having an extravagant dinner with another man who had an interest in him didn't sway him either.
"I once took Tifa out to dinner…" Green coated eyes fixed onto the bubbling glass at his fingertips as he dodged the question. He was almost done his fourth helping and before it was down to the last drop, their waiter came to fill it up once more. "This was before you moved in with her. She told me that she was lonely and didn't want to have dinner alone. I took her out to a nice place, not as extravagant as this, but quite out of her price range at the time. We enjoyed good food, good conversation, and then we went home….our separate homes of course." The General laughed briefly at the preposterousness of how going home with Tifa sounded.
Cloud listened on, with a burning curiosity as to what the man was getting at.
"I did it because Tifa is a friend of mine. And as a friend, it is her place to accept my gifts no matter how generous or lavish, besides the fact that she deserves it. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
"Yeah…" Along with his reply came a feeling of self doubt. Cloud didn't think he deserved such special treatment even if Sephiroth did call him a friend, yet he didn't dispute it. That would be discourteous. Instead, his thoughts drifted to Tifa. "I couldn't agree with you more though… She does deserve it…." He took on a gloomy atmosphere. "She's kind hearted, strong, ambitious, charming, unbelievably caring, sexy… I'd give her the world if I could. …I need to start with giving her a bigger engagement ring."
"I have never once heard Tifa complain about the size of her ring." Finding humor in his next words, he lifted the corner of his lips and took one long sip of wine. "If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that you've got something she thinks compensates well for all of your shortcomings."
"And what's tha—" Underneath the table, Sephiroth's arched long leg had crossed over to his side and his foot, covered only by a thin layer of high quality black knitted material, was kneading his crotch. The foot was so hot that he could feel the warmth through his pants and briefs. "Why would she tell you something like that?" He sent the General a look that expressed his vexation at the toes molesting his privates. Cloud had a feeling that Sephiroth would have committed such a bold act even if there was no cloth covering the table, considering how far up his ass the staff was. They'd overlook it if the General pissed in the front fountain.
"We're BFFs. We talk about everything, especially sex." Sephiroth informed, the sole of his foot still planted firmly in the other's nether regions.
The frown on the blond's face intensified. "Well, if you're such best friends, then why are you hitting on me right now?" Finally, the silently unspoken of question was asked.
With a grin fixed in place on his features, Sephiroth remained silent, just staring over at the cross blond for an uncomfortable amount of time. "I want to see for myself if your dick is really as big as she says it is. I'm not satisfied with a soft cock…."
It was becoming apparent to Cloud that the General was actually a little tipsy after drinking four whole glasses on a semi filled stomach. For some reason, he felt like he wouldn't have behaved much differently if he was sober... After all that had transpired between them, he had been able to come to the silent conclusion that the man wanted him. Even with his lack of self esteem and self worth it was obvious. The dilemma of it all was that he just didn't know what to do about it and he didn't want to stop hanging out with him. "You…didn't answer my question." The blood was starting to pool to the middle of his legs involuntarily as the talented foot massaged the front of his pants. "Aren't you Tifa's friend?" The feeling was too good to stop…
Suddenly, Sephiroth got a serious look in his eyes that caught his date off guard. "I want you to remember, Cloud, that everything I do in relation to Tifa is out of love for her. I only act in her best interest as a friend. That is all I will tell you."
Cloud felt like jumping up and raising his voice at the man, but their third course came and he didn't want to get aroused past the point of no return. "Alright, that's enough…" He pushed the foot off of his groin and crossed his legs. "Anyway, what other shortcomings has she told you that I have?"
Momentarily satisfied, Sephiroth took back his foot and bent down to dress it back in its shoe under the cloth covering the table. "Nothing much, mainly that you have a tendency to get depressed and doubt yourself, even hate yourself. She said you go into deep depressions and sometimes, go off for long periods of time without letting her know where you are and when you'll be back. She hates it when you make her worry like that..." A distant look was laden in his emerald eyes.
Cloud only responded with a long sigh. There were those times when he'd get so caught up and consumed by hate for his own self that being around Tifa made him feel even more of a failure since she was so confidant, mentally sound, and talented. He didn't want to bring her down to his low level, so the best thing he knew he could do was get away from her until he was in a better state of mind. Even so, he never told her exactly why he went off. Cloud wasn't exactly the best with words. That's why Tifa always usually ended up reading his mind and translating for him.
"Cloud." Said Sephiroth, his tone serious and commanding. "If you ever get depressed again, I want you to get in touch with me."
"But—" He started, yet was cut off by that assertive voice.
"You won't bring me down, or be a bother. I'll make you feel better."
Not sure how to respond, he looked down, answering with a short. "Okay…" There was something about the way that Sephiroth spoke that made him feel secure and safe. It was as though he had the answers to all of his problems. He was steadily becoming addicted to that feeling, wanting to do no more than rely on such a powerful, sound man.
In the next hour, they finished their six courses and decided to simply sit and drink, both of them, quite inebriated by then. However, the only one who seemed under the influence of the most alcohol was the General. That very fact put Cloud under an immense amount of stress. He didn't care how level headed and in control Sephiroth seemed to perpetually be. He was still a man….a man who desired him. Such feelings along with the combination of an abundance of alcohol spelled for a disaster if Cloud didn't maintain control over the situation and himself.
Feeling close to his limit, the blond pushed his half filled wine glass away and spoke, breaking the silence if not the other man's unrelenting gaze. "You've done so much for me….anything you want in return?" He questioned with a suspicious undertone. That very question had been haunting him all dinner.
Sephiroth snorted while wearing a vulgar sneer. He had downed multiple helpings of wine by then and a full glass was still nestled in between his sturdy grip. "Not anything you wouldn't already be willing to do of your own accord." Somehow his words had come steady and firm. Contrary to Cloud's doubt's he was still in quite a bit of control. He placed his glass down on the center of the table. The action validated that his drinking had come to an end.
Cloud was both relieved and disappointed when it looked as though the man was done with the alcohol. The relief was due to the fear he had of Sephiroth violating and ravaging him after losing control of his senses. Disappointment then surfaced when he realized that he had yet to see the General truly lose himself and let loose. Many others would have paid to see such a sight… "You're always talking in riddles, codes… I don't understand you."
Sephiroth stalled before answering, as well as standing up and settling his eucalyptus tinted gaze down on him. "Life is more engaging when more things are left up to the imagination." In other words, if he were to divulge his entire plan and expound upon his intentions, the fun would be over, or rather before anything had yet to really begin. Cloud was best left in the dark to his objective, otherwise it would fail. The General had yet to be unsuccessful at anything in life, which was why he was so confident and certain that he had already but secured his target.
Afterwards, Sephiroth left the table without a word. Assuming the other male would follow, which he did. He departed from the opulent building of the establishment prior to holding the door open for the blond and was quick and fluid about hailing over the limousine settled conveniently to the side in wait just for them. They boarded it, both silent. It wasn't until they had reached a certain secluded and abandoned area that Sephiroth got out of the vehicle and walked over to an elevator. Unlike the restaurant and the General's choice of transport, this place was rundown with many hazards throughout the area. It harbored the look of a construction site. However, it seemed the elevator still functioned properly.
Cloud was trying to understand what he was thinking coming to a place like that all of a sudden, but in the midst of coming up with a reasoning behind such a ridiculous situation, Sephiroth was slowly and steadily getting away from him and making it behind elevator doors. As they closed, the man remained smug in place as though he knew for certain that Cloud would come in time to make it inside the contraption.
Once within, Cloud looked around at the slightly new looking interior of the elevator and could hardly believe the appearance of all that was outside.
As if able to read his thoughts, Sephiroth cut through the silent atmosphere with a few words. "This is an old building, but a wealthy business man recently bought it and is now having it remodeled and renovated into a day spa. It's the ideal location since it's on the outskirts of Midgar and therefore in a much quieter area."
When they reach the top floor, Sephiroth stepped out and, unlike before, held an arm out between the doors as he waited for Cloud to pass through.
The place they stepped out into was like an entirely different place altogether. Contrary to what was downstairs, the rooftop, which was their new location, was completely renovated.
"Wow…" Cloud was speechless. The architecture details and designs were stunning.
Sephiroth walked up close to the edge of the building and crossed his arms behind his back, looking up longingly at the full moon. "I know... This is where I come when I can't take it anymore…"
"Take what?" The blond made it to his side after taking one look around the place.
He sighed as if he didn't want to say. "…The pressure of being owned by a corporation."
Having only a slight understanding of Sephiroth's situation, he asked, "Owned?"
"Yes, owned. Without me, they wouldn't have such a high success rate when it comes to difficult missions and tasks. Out of the three other 1st Class SOLDIERs I'm the one they rely on the most. I was also born into ShinRa, steadily groomed into a war machine since birth. I have a lot riding on my success. Everyone has high hopes for me when things are disastrous. I can't be anything short of perfect….which means that I have limited freedom. Looking out into the barren wasteland like this makes me think about true freedom… freedom to exist outside of a wall, freedom to venture out where I please for however long I want, even forever, without having to report back in at a certain instance or time frame."
Somehow, seeing Sephiroth like that, so open and honest, was light-years better than seeing him potentially let loose in a drunken spell.
"You know…being around you makes me feel that way." Those green eyes found their way to him.
"Makes you feel what way?" Cloud wasn't sure what he meant by that claim.
Sephiroth let out a small, barely audible laugh before he turned around to face him. "….Free…"
That simple word was enough to make his heart skip a beat. "What do you mean by that…? I don't understand…" Simultaneously, Cloud took a step back and lowered his gaze to the floor. The way that he was being looked at was almost too much to comfortably bear.
"Stop trying to understand everything…just feel." Uttered the General in a carefree tone.
As if put under a spell by the command, Cloud, for the first time since meeting Sephiroth, allowed himself to succumb to desire. For, desire was what he felt for him. On the fated day when they got acquainted, he felt it, that burning desire. That one morning in the cafeteria he felt the magnetic pull of it as well. Also on that one night he had gone out with Tifa and her friends. Only now did he truly lose himself to this raw sensation and…feel. There was no contemplating, hesitating, attempting to interpret and second guess everything. Trying to break down and comprehend every emotion passing through his brain was too difficult. Nothing ever made proper sense. Cloud shouldn't have desired another man while he had such a wonderful woman to call his own. His fiancé was every straight man's wet dream and she adored him. He was lucky to have her. To break that big heart of hers would be a sin, and yet….he simply couldn't bear to think of any of those things anymore. He just wanted to feel good. "I feel free when I'm with you too…"
As if an unspoken agreement had been made, their bodies neared one another. Like a magnet, they connected, attaching themselves so fixedly that not an ounce of space stood between them. From any onlooker, their bodies looked as one. It was a good thing there wasn't anyone else in sight because things had begun to heat up fairly quickly. It had begun with a simple kiss. Neither of them in particular was taking the lead, they both took equal amounts of time deepening the lip embrace, swapping fluids, shoving their tongue down the other's throat.
Cloud, however seemed to put more of his energy in caressing the tight, athletic body at his fingertips. His advances were sloppy, erratic. Naturally, he didn't know where to grab onto, just a handful of whatever he could grapple with his perspiring palms. He caught with his hasty fingers a handful of hair, biceps, and a tight, lean backside. All that he did was out of order and rushed, yet sensual and vulgar. So many different emotions had been going through him since the day he met that man. Anger, frustration, lust, impatience, urgency and guilt, only the guilt was pushed to the back of his mind to be dealt with at another time. The other built up sensations were let out at that instant, as they were far too strong to allow to be bottled up and kept under control any longer.
Unsure of how to further express his unstable, out of control urges, he was reduced to simply rubbing his excitement against the other man's equally tight loins. Out of breath, he retracted his tongue from his mouth and whispered, "Sephiroth, I don't…"
The one more practiced with encounters such as that, sent him a confident look through half lidded eyes and entered his tongue through the small gap in Cloud's mouth, resuming their kiss. For a moment, they stayed like that, simply massaging each other tongues, entangling and rolling them around together. It was an insurmountably vulgar exchange, but it suited each individual's desires for one another.
Seconds later, Sephiroth pulled away from a reluctant Cloud with a smug look on his face.
"What should we, I mean…how do I…?" Before he could say anything more, a long finger was placed across his swollen lips.
The General paused for a moment to say, "You never have to worry about anything when you're with me."
Cloud returned him with a confused look, but when strong hands pushed his shoulders down, causing him to sit on the bench behind him and the towering figure kneeled on the ground between his legs, he knew instantly what was to proceed. Due to the new circumstance, waves of embarrassment washed over him. With the realization that the sexual encounter wasn't much different than that of a man and woman, he began to think that perhaps he didn't know how to handle things and maintain his cool was because Sephiroth made him nervous. The other man was just so suave and self assured… Cloud felt that if he spoke or stammered anymore, then he would ruin the mood. And yet it was not him who next broke the silence, spawning an awkward atmosphere.
"Tifa was right…" Sephiroth murmured in a low euphoric purr, marveling at the circumference and weight of his length, upon taking him out of his trousers.
Cloud knew that it was a compliment to his, and every other man for that matter's, most prized anatomy, but he sighed and pressed his fingers to the other man's temples to keep him from initiating the act. "Whenever we do this, I need you to…keep her out of it. You can't mention her name..." He kept thinking that the prospect of the General knowing certain facts and details about him, especially the sexual ones, was a little more than creepy… What else did he know? How much had Tifa allowed herself to reveal? Was Sephiroth secretly laughing at him behind his back? There were many things he never wanted anybody to know about him and yet his fiancé knew because they slept, ate and cohabited together. Even so, the very moment the other man brought his lips to the leaking head of his erection and swallowed it into his hot, wet mouth, his mind went completely blank. No longer did he know why he felt so irritated.
"Whenever we do this? Does that mean we're going to do it several times?" Sephiroth asked after taking his plump lips away from the pulsing, warm heat in his grasp.
Cloud ground his teeth together as Sephiroth immediately gulped him into that back of his throat again. "Yes!" He could barely control the pitch of his voice, so his reply came back a bit high.
The man was by no means gentle or romantic about the act. He was simply…brilliant. He wasn't doing it with an intention to tease or be creative, he was sucking him off the ideal way, not stopping, not coming up for air. It was a technique that allowed the receiver to experience constant waves of pleasure.
Cloud didn't know how uncomfortable it was for Sephiroth, but whenever he passed his arousal through his mouth, it nudged the back of his throat, or rather, it stayed there. There were times when Sephiroth gagged. He heard it, felt it. It was good, but Cloud wasn't about one-sided pleasure. He would have told the other to cease the acts if Sephiroth hadn't looked up at him with red swollen eyes, mouth still sheathing his cock. The look he was being sent was inquisitive, and if he looked long and hard enough, joyful. That was the confirmation he needed in order to completely loose himself to this new experience. Cloud began to pull strand of the beautiful man's hair and slowly buck his hips into the welcoming mouth. The teary eyed look was enough to make him lose it, but Sephiroth soon let it slide out of his mouth, sucking on the head rather hard and letting it go with a loud 'pop' sound. That was when Cloud let him out of the fierce grip.
"I hope you're enjoying this more than me… But I find that impossible." The other male confessed, gazing up at Cloud as if he were in fact a god.
Of course, Cloud didn't know how to respond to the unbelievable act of worship. He was speechless. As soon as Sephiroth went back to sucking him off, he sunk his unsteady fingers into his silver locks and began to knead. Oral intercourse wasn't an activity all too informal when it came to him and his female lover, but the exchange was on an entirely different level with Sephiroth. The man took a thorough enjoyment out of slurping it into the caverns of his throat, massaging his tongue against that vein only a man knew about, caressing his thighs… He even reveled in the feeling of pubes brushing up against his nose. Ordinarily, it was a scratchy, rough feeling, but Sephiroth breathed in the miniature blond hairs beneath his navel while letting out a light hum as if the smell couldn't be sweeter. He then focused his tongue on the sac underneath, licking and sucking on it gently yet mercilessly. Then, by the time his attention went back to the enflamed shaft that was positioned predominantly in front of him, Cloud dug his fingertips into the soft scalp under endless shiny locks as hard as he was able and bit his bottom lip. "You really like this, don't you….?" The blond inquired in a breathy, heated tone.
As if to reply him, Sephiroth moved his head up and down faster and started moaning.
Cloud took that as even more permission to take hold of his soft hair and pound his hips into that mouth. After all, the male liked every second of it, relished in it in a manner that almost seemed unreal.
It was over when, abruptly his mouth flew open and he let out a long, rasping cry of raw pleasure. The big and powerful General remained planted in between his legs with his head down until every last drop of semen was drained.
Yooney: Hi! I missed you all. I'm SO VERY SORRY for the long wait. Life is busy, but sweet. I had also gotten into a little bit of a rut because some discouraging things said to me, but to be honest, I'm glad that it happened. I'm going to finish this story and a couple others and it'll be great. The next chapter to this is halfway finished so you won't have to wait a long time again. Reviews would be wonderful, a gift every writer appreciates and loves. If it moves me enough, I will post it on my profile. Thanks guys for hanging in there with me.