The Mission

Orders

A shaking bed in the morning meant one thing to Zack; Angeal was jacking off because he wanted to let his puppy sleep. Angeal was pumping unnaturally fierce today. "Ange," Zack groaned, rolling over onto his side, "I'll give you some if you need it that bad."

But Angeal was not even in the bed. Zack's eyes fluttered open to meet Cloud's closed ones. Cloud was clutching at the sheets in front of him, breathing in gasps, turning his face into the pillows to stifle his cries. Sephiroth lay behind Cloud, propping himself up with one hand, holding Cloud's hip with the other as he drove himself into Cloud's sweet, willing form

Zack sat up at full alert and promptly swayed back down from lightheadedness. Sephiroth smirked at him. "Not enough blood reaching your brain?" Zack glanced down at himself, trying to nudge the sheets to cover the tell-tale bulge. Cloud's eyes opened. He locked gazes with Zack, breath hitching. Zack swallowed and froze. Cloud made no sounds of suffering but there was desperate pleading in his eyes.

"He's not allowed to talk," Sephiroth said, smiling with supreme satisfaction as he trailed one long finger down Cloud's throat. "He's not allowed to touch himself, or make any sound at all."

Cloud's cheeks flushed at the General's words and his eyes shut tight again. He shifted his hips to allow Sephiroth better access. Zack's mouth moved but his voice wouldn't cooperate. Sephiroth's smile grew darker. "Oh, you can't talk either now?" He changed his pace to quick, shallow thrusts that had Cloud clawing at the sheets with tears welling in his eyes.

Sephiroth leaned over Cloud's shoulder to bring his face close to Zack's. "Do you like watching this, Zack? Do you like watching us?" he whispered. "Would you like some?"

Zack's heart pounded like a jackhammer. General Sephiroth had just asked him, asked him! But it would be like that, like what they were doing. Zack did not know if he could take that, so many orders, so many rules. And Angeal was never that rough. Angeal never demanded total obedience in bed. Zack knew that General Sephiroth would take nothing less. Zack tried to picture himself in such complete submission. He wasn't sure he could do that, or want that, even if certain parts of him were responding to the thought with solid enthusiasm.

"Zack?" Sephiroth asked, pulling back a little. Zack snapped back to reality, trying to give the General an answer. All that came out was a high-pitched squeal.

Sephiroth pulled away entirely. "Maybe some other time," he said, turning his focus back to Cloud. Zack groaned and squirmed in the bed, trying to get some pressure on his cock with his thighs. Damn his slow-witted morning self, of all the times to actually NOT be able to say something. And there the General was, thrusting into Cloud with teeth clenched and one hand reaching around to pinch the boy's nipples.

Cloud's mouth opened to scream but no sound came out. Zack screamed for him. Sephiroth looked at him again, glancing down to take in his condition. "Cloud," Sephiroth said, leaning down again. "Looks like your friend needs some help. He helped you last night. Why don't you return the favour?" He placed a hand between Cloud's shoulder blades and pushed him, making Cloud bend double at the waist. Cloud moved with no further instruction, pulling the sheets aside to get to Zack.

It wasn't anything Cloud hadn't done for Zack before, but he had never done it with General Sephiroth setting the rhythm behind him. "No sound, Cloud," Sephiroth reminded, holding tight to Cloud's ass. "No voice."

Cloud nodded and flicked out his tongue. He kept it surprisingly light, little butterfly touches to the tip of Zack's cock. Zack put a hand over his eyes and groaned. Cloud took it as encouragement and began to press sloppy wet kisses along Zack's length. A vicious thrust from Sephiroth sent Cloud face first into the thatch of Zack's hair. "Don't tease," Sephiroth said.

Zack's breath hitched as he reached down to steady himself for Cloud. He caught sight of Cloud's lips encircling him and had to look away. It was already enough just feeling Cloud's tongue on him, swirling around the head. Zack blinked twice and found General Sephiroth staring him right in the eye. His breath caught. He could not look away.

"Do you like this, Zack?" Sephiroth was asking. "Do you like having him between us?" Zack tried to nod but he wasn't sure he had managed it. Sephiroth seemed satisfied at any rate, grabbing hold of Cloud's hip again and moving so hard their skin slapped with each thrust. Cloud relaxed his jaw around Zack's cock and took him deeper, forced further along by Sephiroth's fierce pace.

"Suck him harder, Cloud," Sephiroth ordered, eyes never leaving Zack's. "I want to hear it." The slick, wet sounds of suction joined the air. Zack felt Cloud's fingers reaching up to stroke his balls.

"Gaia," he cried and rammed himself into Cloud's face as the pleasure took over. He flung an arm over his eyes and wondered what punishment was awaiting Cloud for the whimpering until he realized that it wasn't Cloud at all. Zack opened his eyes to see Sephiroth pulling Cloud back up on the bed.

"You did well, little bird," Sephiroth said. "Do you still have some there?" He turned Cloud's head towards him and licked up what had spilled down Cloud's face. Zack felt something running through him even though he had been sure he was spent.

Sephiroth licked his lips in satisfaction and looked Zack in the eye again. "Not bad at all," he said, then turned his attentions back to Cloud. "Scream for me now, Cloud. I want to hear you."

The first choked-up cry was filled with relief. Sephiroth gave Cloud an encouraging spank and reached around to hold him. Cloud's cries grew louder and more desperate. "More, Cloud," Sephiroth said, squeezing the base of Cloud's cock. "I won't let you come until I hear you properly."

Cloud grabbed handfuls of his own hair and screamed. "Please, goddess, Sephiroth, please, I can't, please!"

Satisfied, for the moment, Sephiroth gave Cloud's cock harsh rapid strokes, keeping time with his own hips. "Yes, Cloud. Like that." Cloud cried out and went rigid, nearly howling. Sephiroth growled behind him, speeding up to spend himself completely and silently in Cloud's tight body.

They lay very still, catching their breath for a while. Zack felt an urge to pull the sheets over himself at Sephiroth's satisfied gaze. Cloud still had not opened his eyes. He breathed open-mouthed, his arms held tight against his chest, with the beginnings of a livid handprint over one hip. Sephiroth stroked the length of Cloud's body and kissed him once on the nape of his neck before pushing him closer to Zack and getting out of bed. "I'll see about breakfast. Come out when you're ready."

Zack received Cloud in waiting arms. The boy was trembling. Zack tried to smooth blond hair from damp skin. "Cloud," he tried to say, but his voice had disappeared again. "Cloud?"

"Mmm?" Cloud groaned, eyes still closed.

"You okay?" Zack had to know.

Cloud shifted his legs and hissed at the soreness. His eyes did not open but Zack had never seen him grin that wide. "Oh, yeah."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Genesis had never been shy about who he fucked, or how, or where. Angeal had learned to live with it long ago, so when he found himself needing to retrieve his razor from the master bathroom he walked right in, fully intent on ignoring what was happening on the bed when he passed by.

He caught sight of the white ruffles first and resolutely turned his head. "Just getting my razor, guys," he said and stepped into the bathroom. He found his razor soon enough but spent some time hunched over the sink, bracing himself for the walk back out.

It was Cloud out there, pinned beneath Genesis. Probably one of the more elaborate games from the look of it. Angeal resolved not to stare. No, he did not need to know what Genesis got up to with Cloud. They fucked regularly and often with a lot of yelling, like they were right then. That was all Angeal really needed to know. Cloud let out a shriek that made the mirror in the bathroom rattle. Angeal was rattled too. What the hell was Genesis doing out there? He steeled himself with one hand on the door and went in.

Cloud was wearing the remains of something frilly, a short dress, pale blue with white lace and ruffles. Much of it had been ripped from his body. One shoulder was bare and showed the marks of Genesis's teeth. There were petticoats, white ones with lace frills. They were pushed up around Cloud's hips so Genesis could ride. Angeal caught sight of a white garter belt. The stockings it held up were white and ripped, clawed down the length of Cloud's legs. Cloud himself had not done it. His wrists were tied to the bedposts again and he was blindfolded with blue silk. He cried out with no reservations, a picture of ravished innocence.

Genesis hoisted Cloud's hips up higher and got up on his knees to change the angle. Cloud whimpered and writhed, wrists twisting against the bindings. Genesis looked and Angeal and smiled. "Got what you came for?"

Angeal swallowed before he answered. "Yeah, my razor," he said, waving it a bit. "Time to do something about this five o'clock shadow."

"Ah," Genesis said. "Your puppy likes you smooth." He slammed into Cloud hard enough for the bed to hit the wall.

"No more than you do," Angeal said, cursing himself for it even though he couldn't say why. Genesis's eyebrow rose but he did not remark on it.

"Enjoy your shave, I suppose," he said, angling for the kill. "I'm a little… busy… here!" Cloud made a keening wail. Tears were beginning to trickle out from beneath the blindfold.

"So I see," Angeal said, shuffling towards the door. "Don't let me interrupt." He slid out and stumbled to the couch, trying to gather his nerves.

The TV was on and Sephiroth was in his chair, clutching the remote. The volume was up pretty high for a SOLDIER, blocking out the sounds from the bedroom. Angeal wanted to ask what was on, but one did not interrupt Sephiroth when his stories were on. There was no need to ask. It was an investigative drama series Angeal recognized, one that focussed entirely on sex crimes. Angeal felt his stomach flip. The cries from the bedroom did not help. Angeal took his razor and quietly made his way out.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Can you believe that?" Genesis grumbled, picking up the pace. "First he can't scream about it enough. Now he can't even say a word!"

Cloud cried out briefly. "Ba-, ba-…" he tried to say.

"Bastard! Exactly!" Genesis said. "That complete and utter bastard!" He swung Cloud's legs up over his shoulder and bore down, working things to a quick finish. He pulled out almost before it was over. "It's not like he has any right to complain about this," he said, grabbing a moist towelette. "But now he thinks he can just saunter in here anytime and everything will go back to normal."

Cloud turned his head weakly. "Genesis, untie me." Genesis made a disdainful sound and ripped through the straps holding Cloud's hands to the bed, leaving Cloud to undo the blindfold on his own. Cloud did so and sat up, massaging his wrists. Genesis paced back and forth beside the bed, railing against Angeal.

"I mean," Genesis was saying, "I could have said something about it when he took up with Zack. I could have taken him aside and asked him to consider the consequences. But did I? No, I let him do what he wanted. I trusted that he wouldn't get up to anything completely untoward."

"I'm thirsty," Cloud rasped and licked his lips.

"Glass is on the nightstand, chick," said Genesis.

Cloud nodded and began to work on getting what was left of the dress off. It seemed such a waste to him, to purchase these elaborate and often very expensive things to dress up in if they were only going to be ripped to shreds, often after only one or two wearings. They were hard to get into and hard to get out of, but the reaction they got was usually worth it. Usually.

Cloud tugged the petticoats down and unclipped the garter belt. He did not bother rolling the stockings down properly; they were already beyond saving. He sat up in bed and gathered a thin fleece blanket around himself. He was suddenly dreadfully tired but he doubted he would get to sleep with Genesis in such a mood.

Cloud slipped off the bed, wrapping the blanket around himself as he went. He walked behind Genesis and stepped out of the room. He made his way down to the living room, leaning heavily on one wall. He could feel a slick wetness running down his thigh but he couldn't be bothered with that. The blanket would catch it and the blankets were washed often enough.

Sephiroth was there, eyes glued to the screen. Cloud did not care what was on. It was still quieter and calmer than Genesis had been. He curled up on one end of the couch, the end closer to Sephiroth and set his chin on the armrest to watch the man.

Sephiroth did not like interruptions when he was watching TV. He knew the detailed storylines of nearly every popular show on every major network. Cloud had never seen him read any sort of viewer's digest, but Sephiroth was often able to predict the twists and turns before they happened. There was a pattern to TV, he had told Cloud once. The formulae never really changed, but Sephiroth kept watching. "It's not really how people are, you know, Seph," Genesis had reminded him one day. Cloud did not want to think about Genesis right then.

"Seph?" he said, too tired to care about interrupting. "Can I sit with you?"

"Hm," Sephiroth said, but he opened his arms and made space for Cloud on his lap even though his eyes never left the screen. Cloud slid off the couch and bundled in. He melted against Sephiroth's chest, curling up to keep his hair out of view. One of Sephiroth's arms came up around him. The other one was most likely still gripping the remote.

They huddled together in Sephiroth's chair, Sephiroth intent on the action on the screen, Cloud content with just the contact. It was the scent that finally distracted Sephiroth. Cloud smelled of himself and Genesis and sex. It was fresh and heady and strong, the way it was before they cleaned him up for the night. Sephiroth bent his ear to Cloud's head. The boy's heart rate was still slightly elevated and the wrist that peeked out from the folds of the blanket was still an angry red. Sephiroth frowned.

That wasn't like Gen. It was not the way they did things. He had done the fucking so he was supposed to do the work afterwards. Genesis usually liked it. On occasion he fought Sephiroth for the privilege. Cloud was supposed to be taken care of after a round, cleaned up, cured if necessary, held and petted and soothed. But here he was, seeking his post-coital cuddle elsewhere. He didn't care enough for crime dramas to be out here for the TV.

Sephiroth briefly – very briefly- considered getting up and going in there. He could sit Genesis down and ask what was going on. Genesis might be stubborn about it if he was in one of his moods, but Sephiroth had found a stubbornness all his own since they had first met. Cloud was comfortable now though, and very warm, and the commercial break was over. Sephiroth would have to talk to Genesis about this later. He leaned back in his seat and reclined it almost as far as it could go. "Is this good, Cloud?"

Cloud nuzzled against Sephiroth's chest. "Perfect." He pulled the blankets tighter and let himself fall asleep.