Before I continue the chapter, I would like to advise you, the reader, that this chapter will be very fucking weird, but in a good way (I hope). Thank you for those that have been giving me creative criticism (you know who you are). Please, comment your criticisms. You know--what you like, don't like, ect. Thanks! You may continue reading.
Chapter 4: Recollections and Transformations
"Cloud you have to tell me… Why do you have a high level of mako in your system? And such extraordinary physical abilities?" Sephiroth questioned the cadet.
"I don't know! Dammit, I don't know!" Cloud covered his ears and looked away. "I don't know…" He was on the verge of crying.
Sephiroth gently placed his hand on Cloud's shoulder, "I'm only trying to understand and protect you. You do not realize how evil and sneaky Hojo is, he'll experiment on you and no one will know until it's too late." Sephiroth started to shake.
Cloud looked at Sephiroth, pain and hurt in his eyes. He really meant it.
"I wish I could say, to ease it all away, but I can't! I can't recall anything past the moment I met you and Zack. Nothing surfaces when I try to remember. It's only recently that I began to notice how much weaker everyone is compared to me. I want to know why!" It was solemn and sad, and full of truth.
Sephiroth sighed, "Be careful of Hojo. Always look behind your back. I'll do all I can to keep him away from you." Sephiroth vowed the best he could.
"Why do you fear Hojo?" Cloud calmly asked.
Sephiroth took another deep sigh, "He has done many things to me, but let me tell you a memory of how cruel he can be. It's not the worst that he has done, but the least by comparison. I was at least 14--"
The locker rooms where a smelly place. Only a medium height youth was in there. He was neatly placing his items inside his locker. Then, he heard four pairs of footsteps. All cadets like him at the time. However, they were in there early twenties. He identified them as: Galvin, Steve, Rocky, and Mark.
They neared him, and Galvin, the honcho brute, spoke first, "Lookie, it's a pretty face." His eyes where checking out the 14 year-old's body out.
"Better than the one you have Galvin." The younger Sephiroth retorted.
"Oh-Ho! He was a mouth, are you gonna take that Galvin?" Steve hooted.
"Depends on how he uses it. Let's see if he is any good."
"Save some for us!" They pleaded.
They all slammed the body into the concrete; Sephiroth fought them off but to no avail. He was considerably weaker from the level of injections he had earlier. Steve and Rocky held his arms down, Mark pinned his legs while Galvin pulled his pants down roughly. They all shouted obscenities at Sephiroth.
"I think he likes it rough boys!"
And, "He really is a virgin-bitch!"
Galvin squeezed a hand around Sephiroth's throat, "You better shut-up you bitch! And you're squirming!" The lack of oxygen, Sephiroth couldn't think but to obey.
He reasoned though, in two seconds, to let them have their way, but at the end, be vigil and quick when the moment comes and slay them all!
"My new bitch!"
Galvin unzipped his pants and Sephiroth was immediately afraid—deep with in his conscience he knew what he was going to do. He conserved his strength for that one moment to kill them.
SLAM! IN!
"Such a tight body he has! I'll loosen you yet!"
For the longest time, pain was the only feeling within his body. His insides burned and ripped. Blood dripped to the concrete. It took all of his will power to stay even a little calm and focused. His mind screamed to fight back at the hard cock violating and unceasingly probing him.
"I will have my revenge!"
Laughter and hard moans where permanently plastered into his ears.
The basterd finally cummed, it burned and stung his opened insides.
"My first virgin! Who's next to lather in virgin's blood?"
In that brief moment of exchange, Sephiroth materialized his Masamune and killed Galvin first, then the rest. When he got up, blood ran down his pale legs and dripped on the floor. He savagely screamed and cut open Galvin's dead body, ripped his cock off and shoved it up the owner's ass.
"How you do like having your insides tore open!?"
In his violent rage, a needle shot through the air, pricking into his skin. He then, fell to the floor, fast asleep.
Abruptly he woke up, still high from his rage to kill, only to find himself naked in a hospital bed. His insides ached and his ass sore. The air was cold like a freezer; making his head ache and to emphasize the burning heat between his legs.
"Well done, you did exactly what I thought you would do." Sephiroth twitched his head to face the source of the voice… Hojo! A smile came across the reptilian face.
"You came up with this!" Sephiroth had so much venom in his voice.
Immuned, "Only to prove one thing: Your capability of reason under a high level of stress. I must say your 'performance' was very well thought of. Especially, oh—what is it SOLDIERs say?—oh, 'fucked you up.' Don't' worry you will heal right up; you already were when I was stitching you. As a reward for your excellence, you can go back to your room without me."
Sephiroth's knuckles cracked violently, angry that his virginity was not for his own pleasure. There was another reason to why Hojo did that 'experiment.' However, he fought his soreness and pain and took the opportunity to go to his room, just down the hall from the labs. He felt the stitches every step he took.
Cloud's mouth was agape at the end of the story. He had a hard time computing that a man could 'sell' someone's virginity just for the sake of an experiment. It also, confirmed his suspicions of Hojo's aura.
"I think the other reason why he did that was to 'awaken' my sexuality. I didn't find out until later from the pressures of being an adolescent. I never understood why he wanted to do that. However, I never took the bait from those pressures. It wasn't until the Wutai War, years ago, that I took a brief moment of sexual pleasure. He was wonderful, he showed me the finer pleasures of sex and why I shouldn't be afraid. It was short lived though, the next day he died from a mako explosion. I was so upset that I haven't taken another partner since. He was one of the few first-classes that I trusted. His name was Angeal. I think Hojo knew that I had sex with him, even though I was all the way in Wutai… deep within the mountains… away from prying eyes and ears. Hojo was suspicious of me when I returned; he even took some strange tests on me that he usually did not do. After a while, he stopped taking those tests. He wants me to take another partner, and it's not because he cares for me."
Sephiroth closed his eyes, and recounted the moment that he had with Angeal under the darkling sky in the mountains…
The new General stomped at his first-class in the mountains. He was angry at him for not obeying his orders, even though his disobedience was excusable. Why did he lead him all the way into these damnable mountains anyway?
"Angeal!" He looked back at him, only to go into a cave. Angry, Sephiroth fallowed him. "Angeal halt!" Sephiroth, bumped into him. "Explain yourself Angeal! Why did you disobey me?"
"Sir, you have much to learn. What you did was reckless; I have merely saved lives from your foolishness."
"Excuse me! I am the General!"
"You are young and reckless, Sir! You do not account the lives that could have cost us dearly! How would you have explained to ShinRa your actions? You are like a child that just received a gun!"
"I--!" The young General couldn't speak.
Solemnly, "ShinRa should not have given you the title of 'General.'"
"I will do better!" He snapped. "I'll prove you wrong!"
"I hope so…" Angeal then gave the young General an adorable look, one that showed respect but… something else…
"What is it Angeal?" Sephiroth stiffened.
"You know so little… you ravaging beast… it's adorable though for you… A beautiful body but an innocent mind…" He murmured.
"What?" No one has ever called Sephiroth 'innocent' before. He was becoming weak.
"You ask so much from others without telling them." He neared. "You don't know what silent language you are sending to the troops…" He placed his hands on his waist and softly said in his ear, "And to me…"
Angeal then, snuck in a sweet, passionate kiss. Sephiroth's heart raced at the contact… he couldn't… think… It wasn't at all… harsh… Angeal… loved him… and he was… gentle… Heat radiated through his body… and headed south.
They broke the kiss; Sephiroth breathed harshly, "What? What are you… doing?"
"Shhh…" Angeal nipped Sephiroth's neck, causing light tremors of electricity though Sephiroth's body.
A sea of warmth seeped into Sephiroth's being as he returned the pleasure in a kiss. Tenderly, they removed each other's clothes, and Angeal lowered him to the ground and kissed his body… all over… Moans and pleasurable gasps escaped their lips…
"I'm afraid… Angeal…"
"Shhh… You no longer have to be with me… I am kind…"
Moment's later, soft, gentle hands held up his back, tenderly kissing him as Angeal tenderly entered him… Oh!
He hummed contently…
"Love doesn't have to be entitled to sex Sephiroth."
Sephiroth looked at Cloud with a blanket of sorrow, "You do not realize how much I want to be weak for someone but I can't afford to… not like the moment I had in the mountains..."
"As long as it's in private, no one has to know. You trust me and Zack, right?"
"In private!? Even in the discreetness of the Wutai Mountains, Hojo still had his suspicions of me and Angeal! What will he do between you and me? Is a relationship between me and you in his plans? Why does he want me to have a partner?! I know he does! Trust though, trust I can have… and give."
Sephiroth slightly smiled, "Yes, I do trust you two."
Cloud gave Sephiroth a nod and smile of reassurance.
Layer by layer… A warming heat within Sephiroth unfolded and calmed his aching mind. Without knowing it, his mental defenses and reason, began to crumble silently.
"How is it he does this to me? It feels like the time Angeal 'charmed' me… What are you Cloud? Am I absently in those mountains again? Why am I not analyzing properly like I have been obediently trained to do!? What are you?" Then, another loving moment presented itself in Sephiroth's memory.
Cloud noticed a change in Sephiroth's mood; it suddenly went from sexual to a childish whim. "Sephiroth?"
"Cloud, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Can you –ugh—brushmyhair?"
The last words came up so fast, Cloud almost didn't catch it. "Ugh, sure, I'll brush your hair." What a strange request.
Sephiroth, pleased, went to his room to change into loose light grey pajama bottoms and his hair brush. He sat on the floor between Cloud's legs in the living room. It was an intimate position.
One small segment at a time, Cloud gently brushed the knots out of Sephiroth's smooth hair—scalp to ends. Then, he placed the segment over his shoulder cascading down his chest. It was slow and intimate. The kind of intimacy Sephiroth longed for again. A smile plastered itself on his lips.
Cloud felt Sephiroth's energy change to a mixture of emotions: happiness, calmness, clarity and… desire? Being a small flirt, Cloud gently massaged Sephiroth's left ear, just the lobe and outer edge, and his shoulders. Sephiroth began to drift off, being only aware of the soothing touches and sensations.
A smell contacted itself within Cloud's nose, and it set his insides on fire. It was sexual pheromones—Sephiroth's pheromones that shouted 'make me your mate!' Then, Cloud saw that Sephiroth was getting and erection. Cloud's pupils' dilated; he had to figure out how to get out of this situation.
"Maybe if we talk that would bring him out of it." The thought, but a beast inside him, was shouted 'no!'
"Sephiroth, how come you want me to brush your hair?"
After a moment, "It brings me comfort form the past. It was one of the few intimacies I ever received as a child." A few minutes past by, "You brush my hair just like she did. She even gave me that light massage you just gave me. She was one of Hojo's former nurses that tended to me. When we were together at night, before I went to bed, she sang an old song. She said that I was a song the Ancients sang to their children before bed. It is called 'Par la Lumière Brillante' or 'By Bright Light.' It went:
"O by the morning dew
"When all things awaken
"I see the light of Gaia rising
"That yellow circle of warmth
"And growing!
"O in my heart the lessons of life
"Are blowing by the beat of birds.
"Singing, yea, singing!
"Though their babies are gone
"Thrown by Gaia's woes—
"And Mercy!
"O let it be my heart yearns
"To be a slave of love.
"Woe on to those who cry
"On the yellow sun!
"O the sun has no mercy
"But by me and my injustices
"I shall give kindness
"To those that wave clubs at me."
After Sephiroth's recital, several moments of silence fallowed. Only the stroke of the brush made a noise. Inside, Cloud knew that song without knowing why.
"She was so kind… she was my only mother-figure I ever had. Is that what mothers are like Cloud?"
Cloud couldn't speak, but he knew that was true, "Yes, I imagine that is what mothers are like; they are kind."
More silence.
"Long, wavy hair in a clip; big, soft green eyes; and that warm smile…" Sephiroth muttered. Cloud thought he was having another flashback. He left him alone with his memories.
"You have feet liked her's…" Sephiroth lightly stroked the top of Cloud's feet, and the ankles before moving to the toes. It was a very sensual feeling.
"What was her name?"
"Ifalna"
The name stuck a cord in Cloud. He though he knew that woman's name. He continued to think about it. Why did it sound familiar? Sephiroth laid his head on Cloud's right knee and nuzzled it. Compassion welded inside Cloud again, but he continued to brush his hair. Sephiroth began to kiss the knee, sweet butterfly kisses.
"Seph, what--?"
"Shh… let me give you as much pleasure as you are giving me."
His body slowly turned to face him, and the kisses trailed upward. Cloud was paralyzed from the contact, his chest in heavy breaths from the sensual contact. Then, Sephiroth teased around his groin; all heat from his body went to that one area. Sephiroth began to unbuckle his pants…
"Let me out!" The voice inside Cloud demanded release; he fought, but it only came back stronger. Cloud pulled Sephiroth's head up for him to stop. He saw Cloud's dilated, animalistic eyes, his nails beginning to sharpen.
"Cloud… what's—"
"Seph, go into your room and lock the door! Go!—I say go!" Cloud doubled over, a gnarling sound escaped his lips.
Sephiroth slowly backed away; the scene all too frightened him, his analysis failed him. He heard popping sounds, like knuckles cracking.
Sephiroth momentarily snapped out of his trance and rushed to his room. Then, suddenly, before he placed his hand on the door knob, something leaped on him—busting open the unlocked door and knocking him to the floor. He was held in place by something very strong. A rumble filled his right ear. Hot breath tickled the skin, leaping his hair up. After a moment, he finally looked at the capturer.
A giant, blond wolf pinned him. Bright cerulean blue eyes glowed at him.
He was startled, and strangely fascinated.
After a few seconds he calmed down. The snout of the wolf neared his face and sniffed; the cold, wet nose tickled the back of his neck. Then, the rough tongue licked the side of his face. The giant wolf let go and patted beside him.
Sephiroth slowly stood up. Careful! Surprisingly, the wolf stood on its hind legs, looking down at him with bright blue eyes. Deep within them, he saw Cloud.
"What has happened to you Cloud? What made you so ravenously beautiful before me? What turned you into this beautiful beast?"
He couldn't help but look away from the bright cerulean eyes. It was like the creature was daring him. At what? Sephiroth took a chance and looked directly at him. The sides of the wolf's mouth twitched. Its nose butted Sephiroth's slightly. The nostrils flared. The wolf curved its neck so that it was eye level to Sephiroth. Slowly, its snout neared his face, and then lowered to his neck. The snout tickled the flesh. Then, the wolf nipped lightly with its teeth and lapped its tongue. Sephiroth gasped. His heart quickened.
He began to enjoy himself. The nipping was pleasant. The wolf edged his body closer. His hands wrapped themselves neatly around Sephiroth's waist. Its hands were so long! Sephiroth found the courage to touch the wolf's shoulders. Soft, shinny fur covered what was once skin. He was very muscular under the fur. A crackle came from the wolf's throat. Sephiroth thought it was a moan. The wolf's hands lowered until it contacted with the pajama bottoms. Its head violently jerked up—growled—then ripped the pajama bottoms off. Sephiroth was slightly shocked at the change.
Now he stood naked and erected in front of the beast.
The beast liked what he saw in the dark. He rumbled pleasurably and passionately rubbed the man's torso before closing the distance between them. Their erections became hot swords rubbing against the other. Sephiroth loudly gasped at the touch—the wolf's member was so long, big and hot! His head flew back in pleasure. He tried to catch is breath. His hands clenched the wolf's forearms.
In a passionate rush, the wolf violently bit Sephiroth's neck. Paralyzed vocal cords muted Sephiroth's scream. The mark was in a diagonal direction from the right ear to the middle of his collars. Blood trickled down his chest and back.
Pleasure, mind exploding pleasure poured and intoxicated every nerve and vein. He was not Sephiroth, but a creature of passion.
"Harder!" He screamed.
The wolf obeyed.
Sephiroth wrapped a leg around the wolf's hip—continually rubbing their members together.
Weakness began to creep on Sephiroth. His legs no longer supported his body. The wolf's hands gently lowered his to the ground. Then, sleepiness dragged his eyes.
"No… no sleep… no…" The wolf released his jaws from his neck.
"You're all mine now, my mate." A crackly, tenor voice escaped the wolf's jaws. "Sleep my mate; you beautiful creature. Ummm, my mate." The wolf purred. "Sleep wonderful dreams, my mate." The wolf licked his lips.
Barely audible, "Don't… leave…"
"I'll be here."
Sephiroth could no longer hold on and passed out in the wolf's arms.
The wolf looked at him like the first night he touched his mate. Though he still, at the time, had the flesh of the boy. He inwardly smiled at the memory. The boy had only begun to listen to his inner-self. To do what he was destined for later.
With ease the wolf lifted his mate and carried him to their bed—lifting the covers with his long, powerful tail. He still held up his torso to lick the blood that dripped down his back before laying him completely down. Then, he licked the front. The blood had a sweet after taste, like that of a ripened orange.
"You're so sweet my mate." He inwardly mused.
To him Sephiroth was. He enjoyed watching his calm demur sleeping.
Naughtily, the wolf opened his mate's legs and sat between them, sprawling himself over his body. His head rested at his shoulder, near the mark. He closed his eyes and dreamed. The dreams were actually his mate's memories. Flashbacks to moments of pleasure, pain, and sadness—he saw the moment of his rape and in the mountains of Wutai with Angeal.
Now, only their bodies remained to join as one.
--End Chapter Four
