Chapter 14 – Ramifications
Kinda felt like I left you all hanging high and dry last night, so here's what I wanted to write but didn't.
It's short, but mah mah, isn't it just so sweet. ^_^ Enjoy!
Warning: Yaoi sex, masturbation, narcissism. Hehe
No, I don't own anything, okay? Damn!
Monday morning, Wutai
Sephiroth's eyes popped open, immediately going to the clock on the nightstand next to his head. 0624. What. The. Fuck. He still had two hours before he even had to worry about getting up, so why had his internal alarm gone off? Leaning up on one elbow, he grabbed his PHS off the nightstand and peered at it. No messages, no missed calls – that would lead one to believe that nothing had changed overnight to screw up the (ridiculous) work he'd done yesterday to heal the rift with the Kisaragi Clan.
So then why …. Ah. Movement under the covers as his dick flexed, straining upwards, causing his toes to curl. That would be why. He let the PHS clatter back onto the nightstand, dropped back down off his elbow, then lifted the blanket and looked at it. Yes, erections like this didn't tend to accept a sissy excuse like "I was sleepin'!" when they needed some attention. Jesus Christ, had he been dreaming? There was a puddle of seminal fluid on his stomach that was sliding into his belly button (yes, it reached up that far, thank you very much). It throbbed under the weight of his gaze, causing him to tighten his pelvic muscles involuntarily, which resulted in another flex that lifted it off his abdomen in a twitching thrum of pleasure.
"Holy fucking shit," he murmured wryly, licking his lower lip. What was he, a teenager? He stared at it, motionless … like if he made any sudden moves, it might go off. Catch him in the eye and blind him for a week. Letting the blanket fall back onto it – the soft touch wrenching a little grunt from his core – Sephiroth tried to ignore it for all of five seconds. He'd just rubbed one off last night!
Fuck it. Sliding his right hand under the covers, his back arched off the bed when cool fingers made contact with hot flesh. Damnation. Biting his lower lip unconsciously, touching cautiously with his fingertips, he petted his dick, making a blistering trail from the head to the base, then tickling his balls as his knees came up. Did that ever feel good.
He was alone. He didn't have to be the general, he didn't have to be this 'amazing lover', he wasn't under the watchful eyes of the Turks or the lab. He didn't have to entertain anyone or care about anybody else's needs or feelings. And god DAMN it felt so good. His fingers slid back up his swollen cock, teasing himself with the feather-light touches.
So, yeah, he had called out Cloud's name when he came last night. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally grasped his erection and squeezed. His hips twitched, his legs opened, feet spreading apart and bracing on the firm mattress. He only called it because he had ... modified … the Cloud/Midori Fantasy somewhat. Not so much modified as extended. Bit parts became major roles. His hand slid slowly from the base of his cock to the rim of his engorged head, and then grasped it like a gearshift and squeezed.
Memory: (actually, more like carved in stone/burned into his brain/perfect fucking total recall) Sephiroth sitting, more like reclining, on Midori's bed – cock out, eyes almost closed, having the fucking time of his life. Midori crouched between the general's legs, licking like a kitty cat. Cloud on his own bed, watching avidly, working himself under the (unbeknownst to him) watchful eyes of his new master.
Modification: Midori disappears, poof!, just like that. Sephiroth is putting on a one-man show, masturbating solely for the boy on the bed opposite. "Oh yeah," he mutters, feeling it real real good as his gloved hand slides up his long hard cock. Rustling sounds as covers are thrown back. Hands on his thighs, gripping, not Midori's, oh no. Panting breath, little whimpers of pure want, Sephiroth opens his eyes to see that Cloud is naked, body like something out of a painting, all planes and angles and smooth muscles, pale skin and rosy nipples. Funny that he has the attributes of the little blond whore who stopped by to try for a fuck earlier. (Or to try for an assassination. Whatever.) Sephiroth leans forward, raising his other hand to slide his fingers into long blond hair, pulling the boy forward. The kiss is electric. The boy resists at first, not knowing what to do, but Sephiroth teases his lips apart, slides his tongue inside a hot virginal mouth and tongue-fucks him leisurely. Mewling sounds of shocked desire, shaking body, Sephiroth pulls the boy forward onto his lap, letting go of his dick to wrap that arm around Cloud's waist and settle him securely on Sephiroth's thighs. Upper thighs. Close, so close.
Their erections rub, deliciously, smearing their pre-seminal fluid until there's no way to tell who's whose. The kissing continues, Sephiroth dominating the boy, who is gasping and moaning into Seph's mouth, his unskilled tongue twisting and fluttering against the onslaught of the older man's. Breaking the kiss with a groan, Sephiroth looks down at their cocks, practically twining around each other, straining and shining with fluid. Cloud looks down too, still panting, whimpering but not with fright, with desire. More than desire, with need. It's intoxicating. With a now-ungloved hand (fuck you, it's his fantasy, he can do what he wants), Sephiroth grips both of their erections and squeezes, pulls, strokes, while his hips roll under the boy and his other hand tightens into blond silk.
"S-sir … nn … ahh," the boy moans, watching with fascination, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, catching one kiss-swollen lip in his teeth.
His fantasy. No prep needed. Just a lifting of the blond's body, positioning of his achingly hard dick, and a slow slide in past the sphincter muscles. Cloud's eyes are wide, now, his mouth gaping (just like out in the hallway), his arms come up and wrap around Sephiroth's neck as he shakes, trembles against the older man's chest. Pushing down on Cloud's hips, Seph slowly inches him down until he's in him up to the hilt. His hands leave the boy's hips to slide up his body, thumbs rubbing and caressing hard little nipples. His cock throbs, pulsates inside the boy, who shouts with pleasure, begs for more. Always willing to oblige the troops' requests, Sephiroth stands, turns, lays Cloud down on Midori's bed. Immediately, as his hair falls around them like white silk curtains, he begins kissing him again, licking sucking nibbling, and Cloud helplessly responds. His asshole twitches, tightens, spasms around Seph's cock, making him groan in response.
And then he pulls back just a bit and begins to move, watching Cloud's face. A long slow glide out, another long inch-by-inch slide back in, all the way, burying himself in virginal heat. As he groans in reaction Cloud moans right along with him, eyes half-open, head back, arms around Seph's neck. Another long tormenting pull out, silken slow glide back in until the boy's balls are nestled in white pubic hair, and Cloud's eyes widen, his mouth forms a shocked 'o', he shouts out Sephiroth's name in shocked pleasure as his cum splatters out all over his chest and abdomen. He doesn't soften. Sephiroth smiles down at him, kisses him with sweet languor, then continues with a long, slow rhythm, ending deep each time, the boy's legs come up around his hips, they tighten, pulling him in further. His excitement is amping up again, his trembling legs and arms grip Sephiroth with desperate intensity.
"P-please! H-harder! I … I need it! I-I need you-" Gasps. . Ripped from the boy, honesty under duress.
Sephiroth does not disappoint. He explodes into motion, sitting up, grabbing onto Cloud's hips, he pistons his cock in and out of the boy, angling perfectly to strike and then slide along the boy's prostate gland, making him scream with each deep rapid thrust. Screams of pure pleasure. The boy's face is beautiful as his eyes roll closed, his body stiffens, and then Cloud comes again, hard, less jizz this time, but more sensation. He shouts helplessly, hands clutching into Seph's hair, tears leaking as it seems to go on and on, "can't … good, so good … please … please!" And it is so good. Perfect.
He couldn't hold off any more. In his bed, Sephiroth's hips were off the mattress, his hand stroked faster and faster, and when he popped it off, he closed his slitted eyes just. In. Time. Holy fucking hell! He felt like his insides were pouring out through his dick, and it was GOOD. He didn't say anything this time, though. It was close, but he clamped his jaws shut and just moaned, long and lusty, stroking it out, making his hand keep moving even after his cock was so hyper-sensitive each rep was a like a little torture.
He had to have him. That's all there was to it. He wasn't stupid or childish enough to think that it would be exactly like his fantasy – but he was definitely narcissistic enough to think that it would be better.
He couldn't sit still anymore. Swinging shaky legs off the side of the bed, he picked up his PHS and called for coffee, then called and told them to get the airship ready. He wasn't hanging around this fucked-up place a minute longer.
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More to come this week … hope you all liked! ('Specially you, Mister Jackkkk) hehe
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Ahvienda