Elysium

by Scribhneoir45

Previously titled 'You're Beautiful'. Sephiroth, weary and afflicted with his life, believes his one chance at peace comes in the form of a blond boy with blue eyes. One man's obsession will destroy or alter the lives of everyone involved.

25. XXV

And now we're back to the main story...

Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy or any Square Enix characters.

This fan fiction contains dark, upsetting psychological and sexual themes so if you are not comfortable with that kind of thing then please don't read because I don't want to upset anyone.

This is a very adult chapter so if you're not comfortable with anything mentioned above then I would advise you not to read this. Seriously.

Also everyone, especially TheFalling, watch out for the *****

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Cloud stared at the pile of folded clothes sitting untouched on the bed, his teeth unconsciously chewing his bottom lip as he did. He looked towards the door his captor has departed from several minutes ago, as if it would vivaciously give him some answers.

In front of him was the clothing that Sephiroth insisted he wear tonight. His stomach knotted and coiled as he wondered what exactly would be happening that would warrant a change in his normal dress. He felt sick with nerves and didn't know what to do with himself to handle the fear. Sephiroth's smile had been too…big.

This was one of the worst days yet; from the moment Cloud had woken he'd been swarmed with sickness and depression that pushed into every part of his body until it could hold no more. Today was his birthday… his birthday. He was sixteen today. How had he not remembered? It was probably because this place he was in felt separated from the rest of the planet, and therefore he found it hard to grasp the concept of time within it. From the second he'd opened his eyes in this blue room to when he stood there at that very moment, it seemed as if it had been one long, unmoving stream of consciousness. He couldn't think in days or weeks, not as he had thought of them before. The fact that he himself was still growing and changing was even harder to grasp. He didn't want to grow here; he didn't want this to be any part of his journey. But he knew now that it would be.

It would be the end.

It wasn't that birthdays had ever been important to him. He had never been a birthday person, preferring to keep the event quite and maybe have some food with friends or dinner with his mom. Yuffie, the self proclaimed events planner of the group, would always make a big deal out of her friend's parties and announce to the whole school that there would be a party but Cloud had actually managed to get away with it so far. However, Yuffie had promised him that his 'sweet' sixteenth was gonna be the big one. He'd been dreading it.

Irony was cruel.

The memory made his chest hurt. Who would have thought that this is how he would be spending his next birthday? Alone, afraid, locked in a room and waiting for General Sephiroth to come down ad introduce him to a new form of torment.

Feeling his throat tighten, Cloud swallowed and made his way towards the bathroom, fearful of what Sephiroth would do if he did not "shower and dress".

He locked the door behind him and tried to close off his mind as he unbuttoned his shirt and then slipped off the matching shorts. He kicked them to the corner, a little more harshly than normal, and then turned on the shower before stepping in, not caring that the water was too hot.

He was beginning to really panic now. Sephiroth was so excited about tonight, it…couldn't mean anything good. What was he planning? In the back of his mind he knew the answer and the tension of trying to deny it was making him feel light ill.

He immersed his face under the steaming waterfall, his breath hitching as he closed his mouth too late and his throat was flooded with the water. Coughing, he rubbed up and down his arms, trying to work the cold feeling from them. It never really went fully though. There was no real warmth to contend with it.

He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be here. He couldn't be here. It wasn't fair. He-he wouldn't survive this. He hated Sephiroth. Hated, hated, hated.

"Fuck." He slammed his hand against the tiled wall, clenching his teeth until he thought they would break. The shower was the only place he'd expressed his anger and frustration these past few weeks. Sephiroth couldn't hear him here.

The shower was turned off ten minutes later as he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He hated the feeling of the towel and he hated using this bathroom. It wasn't his. He didn't fit here and he never wanted to.

He wanted to go home.

Furiously rubbing at his eyes, he made his way out of the room and towards the bed where the clothing was laid out. He had half a mind to fling it away and put on his usual outfit, shove it in Sephiroth's face that he couldn't force him to do what ever he wanted. It was just a thought though. It wouldn't really happen because he knew if tried to protest Sephiroth would just force him to do as he'd been told and probably hurt him afterwards.

The word that described the feeling Cloud got when he saw what Sephiroth wanted him to wear was 'uncanny'. Cloud had once done a school project on a psychoanalyst who wrote that the feeling of the uncanny is brought on not by experiencing something foreign and strange but by the exact opposite. He believed that the uncanny came about when something from ones past reappears under unusual and strange circumstances in the present and its familiarity causes distress in the subject's mind.

That was definitely what Cloud was feeling as he looked at the clothes, his clothes on the bed. These were the clothes he had worn on the last day of his old life. The clothes he had been kidnapped in. Why, after months of being forced to wear the same thing, did Sephiroth now want him to wear these? It seemed so…final. As if the gesture was symbolic of the fact that something was going to happen on that day which would change Cloud's life forever.

The teen had to bite his cheek in order to stave off the urge to vomit. Would he die today? Despite everything that had happened, the thought was still terrifying to him.

Taking a breath, Cloud gently picked up the folded T-shirt and let it hang from his hands. It had been washed and pressed and after months of wearing the same white outfit, the black stood out vividly in his eyes. He slowly pulled it onto himself, his skin forming goose bumps at its coolness and tingling at the contrast of the soft cotton with the sterile linen of his normal attire. These clothes felt like foreign entities on his skin; odd.

As his finished dressing in the dark jeans, socks and dark leather jacket, the teen couldn't stop his mind from flashing back to the last time he had put these clothes on. Had that been real? Had his life ever been anything but this room with all its fear and misery? He didn't think so. There had never been a time where he had worn these clothes and felt happiness at the coming day. It was impossible.

Once he was fully dressed he walked back to the bathroom, morbidly curious about his appearance. The mirror was clearing up, fog just lingering on the edges, so he was able to get a clear view of himself.

He looked like himself. Or a tired version of that person.

His old life flew through his mind and he had to squeeze his eyes closed and take deep breaths in order to keep himself from getting a panic attack.

Mom.

Zack.

The blond ruffled his wet hair and went back into 'his' bedroom, sitting down on the bed and waiting with increasing sickness for his captor to come back.

Fourty-two minutes later said tormenter did arrive.

Cloud tried to swallow his fear and stood up, fisting his suddenly sweaty hands tightly at his sides.

At the first look of his boy Sephiroth felt his heart stop, his blood turn hot and the muscles in his groin tighten. Cloud looked…unbelievable. He liked the innocent Cloud, dressed in simple cream, all pale and pure like the angel he was, but this was different. This was what Cloud used to look like, when he had first fallen in love with him. The dark colors contrasted with his pastel features, making his blue eyes and yellow hair stand out all the more dramatically.

"Cloud." He hummed, walking towards the stiff teen. The colour seemed to drain from Cloud's face when he stopped in front of him and placed both of his hands on his neck, his fingers curling under his jawbone. Did he know what was going to happen tonight?

.

"Happy birthday." He lifted the boy's face towards his own, giving a smile when those glossy orbs rose to him. Unhappy boy.

He wanted Cloud to be happy that day. He wanted him to smile and enjoy himself but he knew that wouldn't happen. Cloud was so stubborn and constantly refused to see what was in front of him. All Sephiroth could hope for was that Cloud would at least be pleasant in the evening, and that he himself could make the ordeal as non-threatening for his boy as possible. This was something they had to do in order to truly be together. He and Cloud would share something tonight that no one from the boy's past or future would ever be a part of. Cloud belonged to him, and it was time to make it so.

Possessiveness swarmed in his chest and he found himself wrapping his arms around the blond and then bringing their lips to meet in the first kiss of the day.

Cloud tried to remain still and calm as the man let out a muffled moan, the large hands tightening against his back almost painfully. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt the horrible, uncomfortable feeling of the tongue exploring the walls of his mouth. His nerves were on alert that day so everything seemed to feel even more…real. Everything was vivid. The silver hair brushing against his cheek, the fingers squeezing his back, the lips against his, the wetness of the man's tongue, the hardness of his teeth against his bottom lip, the skin against his chin. It was too much. He couldn't stop his breathing from speeding up. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breath. He had to get away. It was too hot.

He tensely brought his hands up to push lightly against Sephritoh's large chest.

Sephiroth didn't realise how long he had let the kiss go on for until he felt gentle pressure against his sternum. His eyes opened slowly to meet with Cloud's wide ones. He pulled back, a string of saliva following his lips for a moment before it broke off and fell against Cloud's chin.

The blond continued to breathe heavily as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand, grimacing at the wetness. He stared at his captor who was also regaining his breath. He felt ill again, and the thought that he wasn't going to be left alone only heightened it.

Sephiroth was so hard he was tempted to just skip everything he had planned and take the boy on the bed right now.

"This is a special night Cloud." He said, lifting his hand to play with a blond lock resting on the boys shoulder, his hair was getting rather long. "Turning sixteen is an important time in a man's life. It's when they discard the relics of childhood and embrace the future. This is just the first step, I'm going to be there with you and I'm going to watch you become the man I know you will be. I will watch over you and guide you. Tonight I will show you one of the most important, and enjoyable, parts of adulthood." He smiled when Cloud sucked in a breath.

"It's not a big deal." Cloud clasped his hands together, twining his fingers tightly; his expression was stony and stiff. "It's just a birthday I never really cared about them."

Sephiroth gave the boy a fond look.

"I understand." He said, "You think that way because that is what you've been taught. No one from your old life ever bothered to show you how important you are, and how much this day should be celebrated."

Cloud remained mute.

"Come." Sephiroth held out his hand for him to take. Cloud wanted to slap it away but the look on Sephiroth's face warned him against it. He bit the inside of his cheek and placed his hand on top of the other's, glad that Sephiroth was wearing gloves.

The short walk felt like a dream to Cloud, and before he knew it he was standing outside a closed door, Sephiroth looking at him with a piercing gaze. His stomach was knotting up but he tried to keep himself calm.

"Happy birthday, love."

With that the door was opened and Cloud was led inside with a hand on his shoulder.

Sephiroth watched with satisfaction as Cloud looked around the room with surprise. He led the silent boy further into the area, filled with pride at what he had achieved. He had spent a good portion of the day preparing for Clouds birthday celebration and was glad to see his work hadn't been in vain.

The lights in the room had been turned off so the only illumination came from the small materia candles littered around the large space. Materia candles were different to normal ones because the worked with magic instead of fire and that meant that instead of just an orangey-yellow hue the room flickered in red, blue, yellow and primarily green. This gave the room an otherworldly effect, the colors shone and mirrored off the gleaming walls, creating patterns and beams across the area. He imagined it was how it would be if one were standing in the depths of the life-stream, and that was appropriate in so many ways.

Sephiroth watched Cloud look around the area, his eyes no longer blue but twinkling with the different colours they took in. Once he had closed the door closed he squeezed his love's hand, breaking him out of his daze. Sephiroth brought the hand to his mouth and kissed it.

Cloud felt like he was in a different world, he had never seen anything like this room. It didn't even look like a room actually; it looked like an endless abyss with colors and shapes dancing within the darkness. He could make out the statues and pictures decorating the tall walls but even they seemed magical and almost alive because of the flickering motion of the candles. For a short moment his mind forgot his fear and replaced it with curiosity. That ended, however, when he felt Sephiroth tug at his hand and then kiss it. Everything he hated was contained in that action; the control, the molestation, the illusion of romanticism and normality. He hated that man, and he hated everything in this place. Pretty lights couldn't fix that.

He bit his lip as Sephiroth began walking him towards a table. This table was larger than the one they normally ate at and seemed to be made of a thick crystal which mirrored the different colors coming from the candles and lost its true form. Several silver dishes containing a number of different foods were arranged in an eye-pleasing and attractive manner on its surface with two more candles in the center. The looked like they were floating. The aroma coming from the different foods might have been mouth-watering if Cloud were not too sick with worry to appreciate it.

Sephiroth pulled out a chair for the boy, as he always did, before walking around and taking a seat himself. It was hard for his mind to comprehend the fact that this was actually real, that this night had finally come. When he first decided he was going to take the boy he had made up his mind that he would not sleep with him until his birthday. It had been hard, extremely hard. Having the boy with him, at his mercy, kissing him and touching him but always having to stop himself from going too far. It had been a challenge, and a credit to his control that he had not succumbed to his lesser urges, which a weaker man would have. But he loved Cloud, and he wanted to make his night romantic and something he would remember.

He reached for the glass to his left, holding it in the air and smiling at the nervous teen.

"To you, Cloud."

Cloud watched the other for a moment before he realised that Sephiroth was waiting for something. He looked to his left and saw a glass containing something there. Feeling uncomfortable at the attention, he picked up the glass and held it awkwardly. Sephiroth smiled and took a drink. Cloud brought his own glass to his mouth, sniffing it first. It was some sort of alcohol. He took a small sip, finding that the taste wasn't bad. He placed the glass back down on the table.

"Do you like it?" Sephiroth asked. Cloud licked bottom lip.

"You would let me drink alcohol?" He questioned instead. Sephiroth laughed under his breath.

"You already drink alcohol Cloud." Cloud winced at the reminder of his invaded privacy.

"But most adults wouldn't encourage it." He didn't look up from his plate as he said that.

Sephiroth wasn't impressed with the referral to there age gap, but instead of becoming angry he just kept a neutral expression and replied.

"Perhaps, but I'm not most people, and I'll be here to mind you if you do get too drunk. It's not going to happen often anyway, and I will decide when and how much you are allowed."

Cloud felt frustration and indignity swell up within him, he wanted to shout at the other that he wasn't a child. But it would do him no good, what was the point in getting in trouble? He just cleared his throat and kept his gaze downward.

"Eat." Sephiroth instructed after a few seconds silence. Cloud nodded and began putting some food on his plate, not actually caring what it was. He was just glad to have something to do with his hands.

"I have a gift for you," Sephiroth began, scooping some onto his plate. Cloud looked at him, his fork held in mid air. He furrowed his brows.

Sephiroth laughed, leaning back in his seat.

"You didn't think I wouldn't get you something did you?" He drawled, cutting into a piece of meat on his plate. "Well, it's not surprising I suppose, none of those vermin you call 'loved ones' ever fussed about you did they."

"That's not true." Cloud felt his cheeks flush a bit. "Mom always celebrated my birthdays, and my friends But I never really cared. It's just another day..." He twirled his fork in his hand while he spoke, feeling childish as he always did.

"They would have you thinking that way," Sephiroth said with a sigh. "Anyway that's all in the past now and we wont discuss it further. As I was saying, I got you a present. Unfortunately the weather conditions here make walking or out door activities difficult, especially for someone like you."

Cloud heard the unspoken word. Someone weak like you.

"But since you are going to be staying with me its not healthy for you to get no exercise so next week a thread-mill will be delivered here. I know how much you like to run so I thought you would be pleased with it."

Cloud honestly didn't know what to say. He wasn't expecting this. An exercise machine? It was so…normal. He thought perhaps he would be given jewelry, or a knife to the heart. It was hard to know.

The conversation was mostly one sided for the rest of the meal, Cloud focused on eating the food that he couldn't enjoy. He tried to be as slow as possible because he knew that Sephiroth had more planned than just dinner and it wasn't something he wanted to think about.

His stomach was in knots by the time they had both eaten their fill. Cloud swallowed the lump in his throat while he watched his captor get up from his seat and walk around to him.

"How are you feeling?" Sephiroth questioned in a sing-song voice. He knelt down and leaned his arm on the boy's legs.

"I-" the food felt like a lump of clay at the bottom of his stomach. "I'm tired." He hoped against all hope that he would be allowed to return to his room and just go to bed.

"Hmm," Sephiroth mumbled, standing up again. He knew what Cloud was trying to do, but it wouldn't work. The night was just beginning. He ruffled his charges hair before turning and walking across the room.

"I never considered music an important part of life," Sephiroth said idly as he removed a record from a worn-put cover. "But there are a few works that have caught my attention over the years. This, for example." He slipped the disc into place and then set it up. Within moments the room was filled with the soft hum of strings and notes.

Sephiroth walked back to Cloud and held out his hand.

Cloud's eyes widened as he grasped what the action meant.

"No, I-I don't dan-"

"Neither do I. But I think we should both make an exception hmm?" Sephiroth nodded his head.

"Please I-"

"Don't be rude Cloud."

Closing his eyes for a moment, Cloud chewed on his tongue and then took a breath. His hand rose slowly and was soon surrounded by the other's larger one. He let himself be pulled from the chair, as if he was merely a puppet on strings, and soon he felt the awful, familiar feeling of the mans arms around him.

Sephiroth pressed the warm body closer to his own, relishing in the feeling. Clouds body fit perfectly into his, as though they had been made for each other. He knew they had been. He pushed Cloud's reluctant head to lean on his chest and left his hand resting loosely on the boy's neck.

"Wrap your arms around me." He instructed in a harsh tone, satisfied when the boy slowly complied, his smaller hands curling around his broad back,

To be honest, Sephiroth was not entirely comfortable doing this. Dancing was not something he had ever practiced before. Why would he? His body was mechanic and his movements always swift and precise, so the slow drawling motions required for this activity didn't suit him. However, he wanted to try it with Cloud that night, just to see how it felt. It wasn't so bad, just for the simple fact that blond was pressed so close to his body.

"I love you." He whispered into the side of the boys head. He closed his eyes and let himself relax, just being there with his lover. He ignored the fact the body pressed against him was anything but relaxed, or that every time his lower arm rubbed along the boys spine, strong shudders followed in its wake.

He ignored it.

Cloud honestly thought he was going to pass out. This was all just too much. How had he gotten here? Kidnapped, held hostage by a madman who pretended to dote and shower affection on him when in the same breath he would do the most terrible things to him. How could he do this? How could he live through this? He was so tired. Tired of the fear, the uncertainty. It was too much. His stomach churned with every movement he was forced to make, with the way the other caressed him, kissed him, smelt him obsessively. He couldn't do this. He was going to die.

"Are you enjoying your birthday?" He heard Sephiroth whisper. Knowing that a response was in order, he cleared his tight throat and nodded his head against the man's shoulder. He heard the other breath contently, and he could imagine the self satisfied smile on his face. It made him so mad. Why didn't he do anything about it? Why didn't he try to fight or refuse the man? Was he such a coward that he would let all this happen to him without a word of protest?

"I knew you would." Sephiroth buried his fingers into the blond hair, stretching them out to caress the scalp. After a few minutes he applied light pressure and pulled Cloud's head back so he could look him in the eyes. They were dancing far more enthusiastically than his body was.

"Tonight is not over though, you know that?" He kept his eyes locked firmly with Cloud's and jerked him when he tried to look away.

"Please." Cloud whispered and Sephiroth felt like rolling his eyes. Always that same word.

"Please?" He mimicked, playing along.

"I don't want to…" Cloud's lower lip was trembling, he really did look terrified.

"You don't want to…?"

"You know." Cloud pulled back his hands from around him and then pressed them against his chest lightly pushing on Sephiroth's stomach. He looked so small then; like an innocent and helpless little child trying to protect himself from a monster. Something inside Sephiroth began to ache then, but he suppressed it; pushed it back into that dark hole inside of him. He wasn't doing anything wrong here. He loved Cloud, they needed to be together.

He sighed and squeezed the boy tight again.

"Don't be afraid love. I would never hurt you. I'll take care of you." He kissed the top of the boy's head and rocked him until the music came to its highest peak, and then simmered down to an ending. He felt something sting behind his eyes and at the same time his throat became tight. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes tightly and kissing the boy's hair with force.

The song ended, and like the sound that remained, Clouds mind became static. He couldn't think, he could barely breathe. He was just…there. Like a ghost in this strange world of red and green.

He was there when Sephiroth kissed him on the lips, he was there when he was led out of the room and back into the brightly lit hallway that blinded his eyes, he was there when for the very first time he was led up the stairs, he was there when he was led through a long, carpeted hallway and he was there when he was led through the door.

His body was there. But his mind wasn't.

He realized that when he stepped into the room; a large expensively furnished room clouded in shadows, and like a gust of wind his senses returned to him, startling him out of his trance.

No, n-no. No. He couldn't be here. He couldn't be in this room. This was a bad place. It was a dangerous place that wanted to hurt him, to ruin him. He couldn't be here.

He heard his heart pound in his ears and felt a cold sweat break out on his back. With a quick movement he jerked his hand from his captor's grasp and began moving backwards. Sephiroth turned with eyes wide in something like irritated surprise as he watched him move back. But he didn't care. What could the man do to him that would be worse than this? He would take anything else. Materia, knives, guns… nothing was more terrifying than what was going to happen in this room.

His legs felt heavy as he moved himself backwards, not daring to turn his back on a trained killer. Those cat-like eyes narrowed at him but he didn't care; he was almost out the door. The threshold was beneath his toes.

He made to turn and run but had barely taken three steps in the hallway before his arm was caught and he was forced back into the room and shoved forward with irresistible force. He lost his footing and fell onto the hard ground, biting his bottom lip in the process. He caught himself before his face hit the floor and stayed there, braced on his hands and knees as the door was closed and locked.

Sephiroth placed the key on top of the doorframe; knowing Cloud wouldn't be able to reach it and then turning to regard the teen sprawled pitifully on the ground. He walked around to face him and narrowed his eyes when he saw the blood dripping down his chin. That angered him. He wanted Cloud to be perfect tonight. Now he was marred.

"Foolish boy." He hissed as he knelt down. Cloud got up on his knees, one hand timidly pressed against his bleeding lip.

"I don't want to be here." Cloud said in a pleading voice. Sephiroth smiled.

"Don't be afraid."

Cloud closed his eyes and sighed miserably.

"Please..." He whispered.

Sephiroth licked at his top teeth and stared at the unhappy youth intensely. After about two minutes he crawled forward and caught Cloud's hand, pulling it away from his face. The wound wasn't bleeding heavily, but there was quite a large split on his lip and the rest of the blood was smudged across his chin. He fingered the cut lightly, pulling back when Cloud hissed.

Sephiroth sighed and got to his feet gracefully again. He used the hand he still held to pull Cloud up with him.

Cloud didn't know what to do. He just felt hopeless. Empty. He wasn't going to get out of this. He was going to be…raped. What was the point in even fighting it anymore? He just couldn't fight Sephiroth.

"Don't look so sad Cloud. It's not like I'm going to beat you." Sephiroth rubbed up and down Clouds' arm in what he thought to be a comforting manner.

"I'm not ready." Cloud felt pathetic saying such a girly thing but he couldn't help it, it was what he felt. He wasn't ready for sex. He would never be ready for sex with Sephiroth. It was too horrible to imagine. And it was happening now.

"You just frightened, and I understand. It's my job as your lover to help you through this." Sephiroth slowly circled the boy and when he was behind him he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against him as he so often did. But now it felt different and he had to try extremely hard to suppress a gasp as his erection was stimulated by the relatively meager contact. "I'll show you how your body can feel, which parts give the most pleasure."

Cloud felt himself being pushed forward a few feet until they were standing in front ofthe large bay window. It was dark in the room, Sephiroth having left the light off, so Cloud could see the landscape perfectly clearly. It was beautiful, exactly like a fairytale winter wonderland with snow, trees and stars stretched for miles and miles. It made him all the more depressed though, because he would never be a part of it. He was trapped here; from now on he was merely an observer to the outside world.

"I love you."

That sentence. That disgusting, false, ingrained sentence. He hated it, hated hearing it come from that evil mouth. It was hypocrisy of the highest order. A monster in love?

"Don't say that." He said in a monotone voice, his eyes never leaving the snowy scene.

"I'll never stop saying it." Sephiroth answered lightly, his fingers running along the zip of Cloud's open jacket.

"It doesn't mean anything."

"It means everything."

"Not to me." Cloud shifted a bit, feeling uncomfortable when Sephiroth started to pull the jacket over his shoulder. His pulled his arms forward in an attempt to prevent the actions.

"Don't push me Cloud, you remember the punishment for disobedience." Sephiroth placed a kiss on his earlobe when he finished talking.

"What could be worse than rap-"

Clouds words cut off abruptly and were replaced by a grunting sound when a large palm closed around his throat. He held his breath and kept still, his heart literally trying to jump out of his chest.

"Don't you dare say that word."

Cloud wanted to tell the man how ridiculous he was and how hypocritical his words were. But he couldn't, he wasn't brave enough. Like a coward, all he did was remain quiet.

"Hmmm. Say you're sorry." Sephiroth sighed, his anger seemingly gone. Cloud swallowed loudly.

"Cloud." The warning in his tone was clear. The teen felt tears sting his eyes so he closed them.

"Now."

"…"

Twitch of the hand against his jugular.

"S-orry." He bit out.

Sephiroth's hand immediately loosened but stayed in place.

"Don't taint what we are about to do like that Cloud. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing. We are going to be one tonight. I'm going to show you how much I love you." Sephiroth sounded genuine, which depressed Cloud all the more. This man really believed he wasn't doing anything wrong. He wouldn't be convinced otherwise. It was hopeless.

Sephiroth brought his mouth down from the boy's ear to his neck. He opened his lips and then sucked the skin directly over the boy's pulse, leaving a small red mark there once he was done. The skin tasted delicious, salty and pure, but one taste wasn't enough so he continued his ministrations, ignoring the way the receiver squirmed.

As his mouth worked on the pale neck his hands were busy pulling the jacket from Cloud's shoulders. The boy struggled and tightened his arms but eventually Sephiroth got it off and threw it to the floor before wrapping his arms back around the blonde's waist.

Cloud tried to place himself somewhere else; he wanted to get as far away from reality as possible. But it wouldn't work, the feeling of the others tongue against his skin, his teeth, the sucking, it was sickening and so much more intimate than anything he had done before.

Sephiroth entire groin pulsed against the leather and he fought to remain calm as he ran his tongue along the area behind Cloud's ear, pushing the boy's head further to the side.

Clouds neck and shoulder ached from the position, his eyes staring blankly out the window. White snow. White snow.

Eventually Sephiroth pulled away and took a minute to catch his breath. He spun the boy to face him, grasping his upper arms so he couldn't turn away. Cloud's breathing was fast and even in the dim light it was clear that his face had turned deathly white. White skin. White skin.

"Cloud." The boy brought his hesitant eyes up towards him; they were glistening with unshed tears. Sephiroth pursed his lips. The boy really was terrified of doing this. Such a virgin.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said seriously, shaking the boy lightly for emphasis.

"Please don't do this to me." Cloud was so desperate Sephiroth was sure that if he were a weaker man he would have given into those big eyes.

He didn't say anything else, instead he grasped both of the small hands in his and started walking backwards.

Towards the bed.

The fear flared up again and the blond began to struggle, trying to pull his arms free.

"Sephiroth please. I'm not even asking to be let go. I just want to go back to my room. T-the one you gave me. Please Sephiroth. I can't do this. Not now." He dug his feet into the floor to halt their progress.

The General found Cloud's attempts at bargaining endearing; tying to suck up to him and flattering him. He was a clever boy; he knew what he was doing. But Sephiroth was not so gullible.

He continued to pull the boy with ease and once they reached the bed Sephiroth switched positions so the back of Cloud's knees were touching the large mattress. He then went to push the boy down but Cloud quickly caught his shoulders.

"No, Sephiroth please. Please, please, please. I d-don't want to." It was becoming hard to catch his breath and he dug his fingers into the tall man's coat. Sephiroth tried to push him again but he fought to remain standing by clutching to the thick leather with the tenacity of ivy.

The silver haired man was actually enjoying the feeling of being held so tightly, but he didn't have the patience to let it last too long. He pried the boy's small fingers from his coat and then pushed him down to sit on the bed and as caught himself, Sephiroth ruffled his hair and then sat down beside him.

Cloud clasped his hands in together and fiddled his fingers in front of him. His breathing was slightly labored and he was trying to calm it. It didn't help that Sephiroth was stroking the side of his face. He tried to get to his feet but Sephiroth stopped him with an arm across his chest.

"I really do love you." Sephiroth whispered, leaning in closer to him. Cloud shifted away but couldn't really get far.

"Are you ready?" Sephiroth whispered. Cloud took a breath and shook his head. "It's okay. We will go slow."

"I don't want to."

"I know." Sephiroth moved his hand to Cloud's chest and then, to the teen's absolute horror, began fiddling with the front of his T-shirt. He brought his hands up to push the invading fingers away, moving back on the bed. This annoyed Sephiroth who growled lowly and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him forward. He heard the fabric protest.

"Stop." Cloud shouted, twisting his body away. His captor kept his hold.

"Don't touch me." He screamed, his emotions getting the better of him. Sephiroth's gaze snapped up to him and he narrowed his eyes.

"Calm down." He ordered. The blond shook his head and tried to move back more but Sephiroth was faster and within minutes he was on his back, his kidnapper straddling his hips. He hated this familiar position, and stared up at the man with unrestrained terror.

"Get off me." His voice cracked. Sephiroth leaned down and kissed him.

"I love you." He said again.

"Stop."

"No."

Cloud tried to bring his legs up to kick at the man but Sephiroth easily held them down with his own. Both of Cloud's hands were held above his head by one of Sephiroth while the man looked down on him.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Cloud let out a long breath and let his body sink into the mattress. "I've never done anything to you."

"I'm not doing this to punish you Cloud."

"But you know that I don't want to. You're not supposed to force someone."

"You don't know what you want Cloud. You just don't understand yet."

"I-"

"Hush."

Cloud grunted when he was suddenly pulled into a sitting position again. Sephiroth studied him for a second and then brought his eyes down towards the T-shirt. Clouds eyes widened.

"No."

What followed was around five minutes of struggling and screaming as Sephiroth worked the T-shirt off Cloud's body. Cloud tried his hardest to stop him but in the end the slightly ripped article lay on the floor and Cloud was left with his torso exposed.

Sephiroth's body came to a complete stop at that moment. It was as though all of his vital organs had shut down and the only thing keeping him breathing was the absolute euphoria running through his veins. He had seen it so many times, both in reality and in his dreams, but it was nothing compared to how it looked now. Cloud's body was so pale and just… flawless. His skin was as white as the snow outside the window, but it wasn't cold. For the first time, Sephiroth could touch the bare skin and feel the warmth, the breath. His eyes ran over the flat, lithely muscled stomach, then up towards his chest. His cock twitched strongly and he was sure it was leaking pre-cum when he caught sight of the boy's pink, pert nipples, already hardened from the cool air. His mouth watered in craving; he wanted to taste them, he wanted to suck on them and make them hard and sensitive. Cloud would love it, even if he pretended not to.

He looked up towards Cloud's face to see his eyes shut and his mouth moving softly to control his breathing. The boy's attempts at psychological escape irritated him.

"Cloud." He said, hooking his arms around the boy's back and pulling him tighter against him.

Cloud really felt unwell. He couldn't believe this was real, his body was hypersensitive to everything the other did and the feeling of his chest brushing against Sephiroth semi-exposed one sent shockwaves down his spine. Sephiroth released his arms and he wrapped them around himself self-consciously. It was ridiculous but he felt so miserable and puny compared to the man and he wasn't comfortable showing his body to him. It was something he had never really been comfortable with since he was a child and bullies had teased him that he looked like a girl.

The General saw Cloud's attempts at modesty and it made him smile fondly. Cloud was so humble and modest, even though he should be more than proud of himself. He blamed the lack of confidence on the people in the boy's old life, not one had bothered to tell the teen how beautiful he was, how precious he was. He raised a gloved hand to the blonds chin, wiping away the blood from his cut. Cloud curled in on himself further.

"Don't do that." He whispered. "You should be proud of yourself, you have a beautiful body. It's perfect." Cloud just swallowed loudly and shook his head, tightening his arms. Feeling possessive, Sephiroth circled his own arms around the teen and pressed him close to him.

"Don't be scared." He whispered. Cloud sighed and leaned against him in defeat. After a couple of peaceful moment Sephiroth moved, not letting go of the boy. He shifted until Cloud was sitting at the top of the bed, his lower back resting on the pillow.

Cloud was so tired he almost fell forward when his captor suddenly moved away from him and left him holding himself up. His heart thrummed in his chest as he watched the other get up and off of the bed.

Cloud looked on quietly as Sephiroth moved over to a dresser and opened a drawer, he couldn't see what he was doing as the large back blocked the view but he knew it wasn't anything good. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at the door.

Sephiroth walked back to him and put the items he was carrying down on the locker beside the bed. He looked at his boy who was staring at the items with big, wide eyes.

Cloud gasped, eyes running over the two leather straps and a jar of something he couldn't make out.

"You have a choice here Cloud." Sephiroth said as he reached out to finger one of the leather straps. "You can comply with everything I say, and listen to me as we make love. Or I can tie you up and take you as I wish."

Cloud sighed and fisted a hand in his hair. He shook his head and brought his knees up towards his chest. What kind of choice was that, to be raped or to be raped?

Sephiroth stared at the boy for a few minutes before his patience ran out. He was in pain at this point.

"Make the choice." He ordered.

"There is no choice." Was Cloud's muffled response. Sephiroth was too worked up to deal with this now, and the sight of Cloud in only his jeans wasn't helping. He picked up the bindings.

"Alright I'll choose for you then." He said lightly and waked towards the teen. Cloud's head shot up and his eyes focused on the straps.

"Oh, no. No please don't. I don't want to be tied up."

"Then you'll do as I ask?" Sephiroth raised a brow and held the straps up with the same menace as he held the Masamune. It was dangerous; it could kill him.

"I can't." Cloud moaned in misery.

"Well then." Placing a knee on the mattress, Sephiroth went to grab his hand but it was moved away.

"Don't." Cloud said briskly.

"I'm becoming impatient Cloud." He warned in a low tone. Cloud's eyes moved around the room and Sephiroth knew he was trying to think of a solution.

Cloud couldn't believe what was about to happen, he didn't think he would survive it, but to be tied up while it happened. To have no defense whatsoever? He couldn't do that. He couldn't comply either. Gaia, what could he do?

"I-I'll try." He stuttered over the words, knowing that they weren't right to say. Sephiroth seemed satisfied.

"Good boy." He put the straps back down and then kneeled up fully on the bed.

"I think we've dallied long enough, don't you?" He drawled as he leaned down towards the boy's face. He gave a soft smile before leaning down and claiming those lips. Cloud was good and allowed his mouth to be invaded, he was used to this; this he could handle.

It was when Sephiroth's attention started to drift downwards that the panicky feeling started to flare again. The huge man positioned himself more absolutely on top of the teen and trailed kissed down his chin, along his jawbone and then his neck. Cloud had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself quiet.

Sephiroth was enjoying the taste of the boy; he kissed the skin of his neck softly, his tongue snaking out to lick along the small Adams apple which made the boy tense. Then, to his own excitement he moved on to the exposed, hairless chest.

Cloud placed a hand over his eyes, not liking the new sensations he was receiving. Sephiroth's mouth was hot and wet against his skin, his hair falling around his face and tickling Cloud's chest and sides as it moved. He wanted to push the head away, to kick and hit and curl up but it was impossible, and it would do no good. He was trapped.

He gasped suddenly.

Sephiroth let out a long moan when his lips finally found the boys left nipple and closed around it. Cloud's body jolted underneath him, his knees brushing against his erection for a second. He hissed and began to suck on the nub, feeling it become hard in his mouth. He felt the chest beneath him heave, he heard the little gasps. He was doing this to Cloud. He was making him feel these things, no one else. He was introducing Cloud to the world of carnal pleasure. This was only the start too; they had years ahead of them to explore their sexuality together.

His forehead matted with sweat as he really started to get into the act, sucking on the bud until it was red and swollen. The sight was so erotic that if his stamina had not been up to par he would have finished right there. Fortunately he was of stronger will and could…endure Cloud.

The blond gasped when he felt the man move to his other nipple. The sensations were unpleasant, the cold air was biting his abandoned areole and Sephiroth was sucking the other so hard it was hurting him. Still, he strangely felt his groin area become stiff, not hard but just…awake. How could that be happening? What was wrong with him? He bit his lip when he felt the man's teeth tug with the sensitive flesh.

"Don't." He hissed. Sephiroth removed his mouth and then looked up at his him. He looked like a beast; his vivid eyes were burning brighter that normal and his breathing was loud and deep. His hair fell around his head, curtaining his face sinisterly.

He was a monster.

"You are enjoying it." Sephiroth smirked, moving upwards and kissing his lips again. Cloud jerked away shook his head.

"I'm not."

Sephiroth tilted his head, moving some hair out of Cloud's eyes and taking in the beauty of his boy at that moment. He looked so crestfallen, his glossy eyes shining with sadness and his pretty lips tilted downwards, all framed by his yellow hair. He was so gorgeous, so perfect. What man wouldn't want to fuck him?

"You will." He kissed the boys soft cheek and then went back down to his torso again. He trailed kisses down the boys sternum and then onto his stomach. His belly-button was quite large and Sephiroth couldn't resist sticking his tongue into it. When he did this Cloud's hips started to buck and he had to clamp his hands on the boy's sides to hold him steady.

Sephiroth found it very endearing that Clouds stomach wasn't completely toned but was soft and smooth, unlike his own which was rock solid. He kissed his way down until he was met with material instead of skin. The waistband of Clouds pants. He licked his bottom lip and glanced up at the boy, who still had his eyes shut. He brought up both his hands and placed his fingers on the material.

Immediately Cloud jerked upright, leaning on his elbows. He moved himself upwards on the bed and stared at Sephiroth in abject horror.

"Isn't this enough?" He asked. Sephiroth tilted his head in question; his eyes were quite serious though.

Cloud wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a breath. "I thought maybe we could stop here tonight, go…slowly."

"It wouldn't work." Sephiroth replied, his voice low and throaty. "You would never be ready." He placed his hand on Clouds knee and stared into his eyes.

"Then why are you forcing me."

"I am NOT forcing you." Cloud's words got caught in his throat at the volume of the man's voice. He pursed his lips and kept silent.

"This has to happen Cloud. It will complete us." In an instant Sephiroth was calm and smooth again, rubbing his leg through the light pants.

"Lie down." He instructed coolly.

Cloud felt his breath quicken, his heart beat sped up and he his skin became clammy, but he tried to bite back the fear, to stand up for once in his life.

"No." He muttered, swallowing instantly afterwards. To his dismay Sephiroth only smiled.

"No?" He mimicked. Cloud's chin shook as he nodded. The older man chuckled.

"Lie down. Cloud." Again Cloud refused so Sephiroth pushed back his hair and snarled.

"As you wish."

Cloud yelped when he was suddenly tackled onto his back. He struggled and screamed as Sephiroth caught both of his arms and pulled then up over his head, keeping them there with one hand while he sought with the other.

"No. No. Stop. No. Ngggh." Cloud screamed, trying to kick at the man. His feet were trapped under the other's unbelievable weight so he only succeeded in wriggling like a worm on the bed. Helpless and pathetic. Tears began to sting his eyes.

"Stop." He shouted, jerking his shoulders. "I said stop!"

Sephiroth paid him no heed as he got the two straps in his grip and, like that first day he had his boy with him, he secured the boys arms to opposite sides of the marble headboard.

There was a moment of calm, as the two set of lungs worked double-time to reimburse the bodies with oxygen.

Once he had caught his breath, Sephiroth kneeled up and looked down at the boy. He looked the same as he had all those weeks ago, terrified, sad and confused, searching him for an ounce of mercy.

"Sephiroth." Cloud started, tears rolling down his cheeks,"please don't do this to me."

"Shhhh," Sephiroth clicked his tongue and began to work on the top button of Cloud's pants, his own thighs keeping the blonds legs still.

"No. Gaia please…" Cloud shook his head, pushing it back into the pillow and letting out a moaning sound. He couldn't believe this was happening. How could he stop this? Wasn't this the part where the police barged in and saved him? Who was going to save him? He had to be saved. This couldn't happen. This couldn't happen.

But it was happening, and the soft click of a button opening confirmed it.

Sephiroth took a breath, not believing this time had finally come. It wasn't a dream. It had better not be a dream. No, it wasn't a dream, it was so much more.

Taking a breath, he hooked his fingers under both the waistband of the jeans and boxers and pulled them down his legs

He heard Cloud's choked gasp as he discarded the last article of Cloud's modesty. He turned back towards the figure on the bed.

Clouds face was bright red with humiliation; he crossed his legs together and folded them slightly in a weak attempt to cover himself. It didn't work though, because Sephiroth could still see more than enough of that perfect body. He moved forward and pushed Cloud's knees down with his hand and then lowered his eyes, aware that he was humiliating the boy. Cloud would have to get over that. Genitals were genitals, they were all the same really and there was no need to be embarrassed. Cloud wasn't very big, but he wasn't small and he hadn't finished growing. Sephiroth found the light blond curls dusting the blond's member very attractive.

Cloud was mortified. Humiliated. This was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. Tied naked to a bed with a man. No, not a man, Sephiroth; the General of the Shinra mansion was about to rape him. He wanted to die. Yes, he just wished he could die and go to the lifestream. Somewhere he wouldn't have to feel like this anymore. He just wanted to stop being scared all the time. He let out a soft sob.

"There's no reason to cry Cloud." Sephiroth stroked Cloud's cheek, smiling at him 'kindly'. Cloud shook his head.

"Look at how beautiful you are, love. You're perfect. Don't be ashamed." The silver haired man placed a hand on Cloud's thigh, a few inches from his groin area. Cloud tried to kick his leg but it was useless. He jerked his hands and sobbed.

"I can't do this." He moaned.

"You can. I'll help you." Sephiroth moved forward and braced himself on his arms, his clothed form shadowing the boy's lower body beneath him completely. His hair fell around his head and brushed Cloud's thighs, one strand following the curve of his hip. As he did this he was also slowly pulling the leather gloves from his fingers.

Cloud bit his tongue, looking towards the ceiling with blurry eyes. He was humiliated, hyper aware of his body at that moment. He couldn't stand the feeling of the mans face so close to that part of his body, it made him feel more self conscious than he ever had before. Was he clean? Did he look strange? Did he smell bad? It was weird to think of things like that at that moment but he couldn't help it.

Sephiroth then slithered upwards until his face was directly above Cloud's and his hair fell around them both like a curtain so all Cloud could see was his glowing eyes. He was so focused on them, in fact, that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the man's fingers brush against his member.

"Don't..." Cloud pulled his wrists so hard he was sure they had to be bleeding. He bucked his hips and tried to kick at his tormenter.

"Shhhh." Sephiroth gave him a sinister smile as his bare fingers circled his limp flesh. Cloud shifted his hips but Sephiroth kept his light grip.

"S-Stop it." Clouds breath hitched again when the fingers began to move in short motions. This was the first sexual touch he had ever received from another and it was horrible. He hated that the fingers belonged to someone who had done such horrible things to him, who had kidnapped him, taken him away from everyone he loved and hurt him in so many ways.

He felt the fingers settle more on his skin and he tried to ignore it. He could feel himself loosing control of his emotions, his eyes were spilling water and his body was shaking. He bit back a sob when Sephiroth lifted his sex upwards.

Sephiroth found himself more nervous than he expected now that the time was actually here, he was about to give his boy his first taste of sexual pleasure and so he had to make it amazing. He took a breath and secured his hand more firmly around the flaccid organ. Cloud, like most Midgar boys, was circumcised, this meant stimulation would be easier. He heard Cloud choke back a sob but ignored it. He was crying for no reason.

He extended his middle finger until it rested just below the head of the boy's cock, directly over the little bundle of nerves residing there. He began moving his finger in quick motions over the spot, running his other hand up and down the quivering thigh. All through this his eyes remained on the boy's face, studying every expression and sound.

Cloud gasped at the strange feeling he was receiving, his skin broke out in goose bumps and the fact that he couldn't even bring his arms down was making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Can- can you untie my hands?" He grunted, jumping at a strange shock that pulsed through his lower body.

"I gave you that chance already." Sephiroth answered calmly, his attention focused on his ministrations.

Cloud threw his head back and tried to purse his lips to keep from crying out.

By now Sephiroth was becoming more confident in his movements. He continued stroking the spot beneath the head of the boy's shaft and now placed his other hand underneath the boy testicles, stopping to feel them for a second which made Cloud hiss loudly, and then pressing into the skin underneath them. Cloud's back arched, making him smile contently. Why had he been nervous? The inexperienced body had no chance against him.

He fondled the boy for another few minutes, stroking and pressing in all the spots he knew would bring the most pleasure. Eventually Cloud's member became semi-erect and Sephiroth was ready to move on to the next part.

He kept one hand stroking up and down Cloud's sex and moved back so he could get a better view of his face. The teen was hyperventilating now, his eyes red and puffy and his face flushed. He wiped the boy's cheek, tracing his thumb under his eye.

"Don't cry Cloud." Cloud opened his eyes, blinking a few times in order to clear them. He jaw twitched when Sephiroth squeezed him again. He could feel himself becoming hard, it was different than any time he had masturbated though; more intense, almost painful. But there was pleasure aswell. He was confused.

"Can w-e stop now Sephiroth?" He looked at the man imploringly, trying to convey all his horror and fear into his eyes. Sephiroth's green eyes shone in the dark room, but there was no mercy in them.

Sephiroth tutted and kissed the boy on his nose, smiling at the way Cloud scrunched his face up.

"Your body likes this, see. You're excited. I'll make you feel even better, love." One quick kiss to the lips and Sephiroth's hand started moving again, faster this time. His left hand smoothed its way up his torso, stopping over his nipples to tweak them, and running down until it was grasping his hip yet again.

"No." Cloud inhaled deeply, his back arching off the bed. He tried again to kick his legs but they were still being held down.

"You are enjoying this Cloud." Sephiroth's voice was breathy and his mouth lay open, imitating every breath Cloud took.

"STOP."

"Hush, good boy. That's good." Cloud was completely hard by now and Sephiroth's fingers were working relentlessly on him. Making him jump and hiss and arch. Every movement was watched by his captor.

"That's it. Good." Sephiroth coaxed the boy, running his fingers along his jawbone.

Cloud was finding it hard to breath; his body was overwhelmed with sensations. He couldn't believe what Sephiroth was doing, he was making him…it was disgusting. Why was he reacting? For Gaia's sake was he that weak? He didn't want it but his sex was harder than it had ever been before, it was tingling and he could feel every movement of the others fingers on it. He let out a moan, trying weakly to kick his legs. His face was hot and sweat was pooling under him.

"Keep going." Sephiroth instructed, tightening his grip.

"Nngh." Cloud groaned and tried to stop his body moving.

"Are you getting close?" Sephiroth rose a silver brow at him.

"N-no."

"Liar."

"Stop it."

"You don't want me to stop Cloud. Not when you're so close."

"Gaia…"

Clouds body wasn't able to control the new sensations. When Sephiroth felt Clouds hips buck and his penis twitch within his fingers, he drew his fingers upwards and then squeezed the root of his organ

Cloud didn't know much about sex, but he knew what was happening and tried desperately to hold his orgasm back. His whole body tensed and he shut his eyes tightly, clenching his teeth and fingers. He couldn't do this. He couldn't get pleasure from this.

One strategic movement of Sephiroth's hand on his perineum destroyed him and with a groan he let himself release.

Cloud fell back against the mattress, sweating profusely and trying to regain his breath between heavy sobs. It took a few minutes for his daze to clear and when it did it all hit him like a bolt of lightening. Had he just…in Sephiroth's hands. How had he let that happen? How could he be so disgusting as to find pleasure in anything this man did?

Sephiroth lifted his hand to study the white milky substance splashed across his fingers. He brought it to his nose and inhaled, talking pleasure in what he had just done. He could make Cloud feel pleasure, the boy practically melted to his touch. He wiped his hand on the boy's stomach after a moment and then moved to lie beside him.

Cloud felt him move beside him and turned his face away, sniffing heavily as his chest heaved.

Sephiroth looked at the Cloud who appeared to be in quite a state. He leaned on one arm and used the other to wipe the hair from Clouds' forehead, which was heavy and damp with sweat. His skin was burning.

"How was that?" He whispered, lying down on the pillow and pressing their faces close together. Cloud inhaled but remained silent. "It is overwhelming I know." He muttered, reaching up and fiddling with the bound fingers.

"Before we move on to the next part, I'm going to offer you the chance to be untied. I don't want to tie you up Cloud. So if you promise to behave, I'll unbind you. Will you promise to behave?"

Cloud let out a whimpering sound, shaking his head.

"I can't do anymore. Please don't do any more." He cried.

"It's almost over now love. Just one more thing to do." Sephiroth felt that antagonizing the teen any longer would be unfair, so he sat up and began un-strapping Cloud's arms and inspecting his wrists. He hadn't promised anything but he deserved some lenience.

Having his hands released was a great relief to the blond. He wrapped one around his waist and used the other to rub his eyes. He really felt strange, like his body hadn't comprehended what happened to him yet. He just felt numb and empty, and maybe that was for the better.

There was a scraping sound and he looked to his left to see Sephiroth picking up the jar he had brought over earlier and opening it. His heart started beating fast again as fear quickly overtook him. He had an idea what was about to happen.

"No. Sephiroth please don't do this now." His voice was smaller than he would have liked but he didn't have the energy to put any force into it.

Sephiroth ignored the pleas and placed the jar of lubricant back on the locker, open and ready. He moved to stand beside the bed, then, watching the big blue eyes widen to their limit, he began undoing the leather clasps of his coat.

Cloud felt bile rise in his throat as he watched the man reveal his huge, muscled torso. He would have felt overwhelming jealousy at the sight if it were any other situation. Now though, it only intimidated him more, because that strength could and was being used against him. His fear increased tenfold when he saw the other begin to unzip his pants. He looked away, his cheeks turning a deep red. He had never seen another man naked before, at least not in real life. Reno had made him watch a few disturbing video clips at different times.

His thoughts were interrupted when Sephiroth walked closer to him, fully nude and not a bit ashamed.

Sephiroth found it adorable that the boy was afraid to look at him. He was so innocent that even looking at another scared him? He was truly an angel. He wanted the boy to look at him however; he was proud of his body and wanted to share it with Cloud.

"Look at me." He instructed softly. Cloud tensed but didn't move. "Now." He said in a dangerous tone.

Cloud bristled and then brought his teary eyes towards the man, trying to look up towards his face as much as possible, but when his eyes caught sight of the massive organ hanging between the mans strong thighs, they refused to move. Sephiroth was big. Cloud didn't know much about it really but he knew this man was above average, at least nine inches in its erect state, and thick. Strange feelings of insecurity and embarrassment passed his mind before a much more horrible realization dawned on him.

"Sephiroth…I cant…" He backed up on the bed as the smirking demon approached him and leaned forward with a knee on the mattress.

"Don't be afraid Cloud. The pleasure outweighs the pain." Sephiroth dug his fingers into the boy's hair and pulled his head back, watching as he started crying heavily.

Clouds whole body broke out in goose bumps at the contact of the bare skin against his. It was just so raw and intimate; it was making him feel sick to his stomach. He tried to shift away but the man was like a leach and stayed pressed against him, some his hair falling on his shoulder like a silk snake.

Sephiroth was at the end of his limit and decided that there had been enough foreplay. He straddled the boy again, pushing him down against the pillow and once he was securely on top of him he reached for the jar on the locker. Cloud continued to cry, struggling and pushing against him. He ignored him and dipped two of his fingers into the transparent liquid.

Cloud watched through watery frames, his mind having a hard time working out what was happening. He felt sick and cold and dizzy and could do nothing but cry miserably as the man put down the jar and looked at him intensely. He shifted his legs but froze when they brushed off the man's lower body.

"This is the most painful part." Sephiroth explained, moving his body slightly. He placed his clean hand under Cloud's left leg and lifted it up to bend at the knee. Cloud immediately began to fight this, twisting and kicking harshly, but Sephiroth merely used brute strength to hold the boy in place. He grasped both of Clouds hands in one of his and held his leg down with his own, loving how every movement made their bare skin touch.

"Get off me." Cloud cried desperately, struggling his hardest now. His frustration began to rise when he found himself being easily contained. He stood no chance against the General of the Shinra army.

"Cloud." Sephiroth said. The blond shook his head, trying to pull back his hands. "Cloud," was said again, more firmly.

"No." He bit out, his eyes were shut as he continued to try to twist away.

"I'll tie you up again." Sephiroth threatened. The threat shook Cloud but he refused to give in. He had to fight, he had to-

"Ow." The blond yelped when he felt the Generals long fingers dig into his thigh, pressing into the bone. He clenched his teeth together and tried to wait out the pain. It didn't work though because the man just applied more pressure until he couldn't take it.

" Stop…Stop." He hissed, his struggles dimming down. Sephiroth immediately reduced pressure but kept his hand in place.

Once he saw that Cloud had given up, Sephiroth laid down fully on top of him, letting go of his arms. He had managed to keep the two lubricated fingers from rubbing against anything during the little struggle and they were now moving downward slowly.

"I love you." He breathed, leaning down to kiss the boy softly and deeply. Cloud was crying into the kiss but he didn't mind, he didn't mind anything when he was kissing Cloud. He moved his face up so that their noses were touching, smiling at the terrified teen. "Don't cry, Cloud." He cooed before running his tongue up the boy's cheek. He began covering the wet face in small kisses, as he often did, stopping occasionally to give the unwilling mouth a long, passionate one.

While his mouth was busy lavishing attention on the boy, his fingers were moving slowly into position. Cloud was too distracted to notice that he had moved his leg up more and then out. Cloud did notice, however, when one of his chilled fingers positioned themselves outside his entrance.

"Ple-ase." Cloud moaned kicking uselessly; he stared up at the other through his tears. "Please don't Sephiroth."

"I have to prepare you love. This may feel uncomfortable first, but eventually you'll get used to it." With that he claimed the boy's lips as his finger pushed forward.

Cloud gasped, pulling away from the mans mouth and pressing his head back into the pillow. He could feel the digit make its way deeper into his body, brushing against his inner walls painfully. It was horrible, the feeling of violation that came with the act, he now understood the meaning of the word. Sephiroth was violating him, breaking into his very skin, taking what he wanted from it. He bit his lip to muffle his groan.

Cloud had tensed up so much it was difficult for Sephiroth to push his finger in all the way; he moved it slowly careful not to scrape the inner lining, until his entire finger was surrounded by the moist heat. His cock jerked, a glob of pre-cum spilling out of it and landing on Cloud's hipbone. It knew that in just moments it would be surrounded by that same heat. He would finally be inside Cloud Strife. It was a fantasy made gloriously real. Encouraged by the thought, he began moving his finger out of the boy again, electing another groan from the unhappy teen. He kissed the boys chin and then pushed his finger upwards again. Cloud's toes curled and his eyes were as wide as they could possibly be.

The silver-haired man kept himself busy kissing and suckling the teen's neck, while his finger was sawing in and out of the unwilling orifice. Cloud was letting out a number of different sounds; sobs, hiccups, gasps, moans and whimpers, and Sephiroth had a feeling he wasn't fully there anymore. He didn't seem to notice when he added the second finger.

The fingering continued for over ten minutes, Sephiroth sucking and playing with the boy's chest, paying particular attention to the rosy nipples which were apparently extremely sensitive judging by the way Cloud gasped and strained as they were touched. To his surprise, and delight, Clouds member had began to stiffen again, probably due to the stimulation to his prostate. Sephiroth would explore that more intricately at a later date, for now it was time to move on to the main event.

He made sure the boy's entrance was well lubricated, dipping his fingers a second time to be sure and also preparing himself, before he took them out and positioned himself more comfortably on top of the lithe body.

Cloud didn't know if he had been half asleep or just in a trance, but he was sorry it had to end when he felt something larger than a finger pressing at his entrance. With a gasp his tried to sit up and clench his legs together, but a hand on his chest held him tightly while another pushed his legs back apart.

"Please don't do this to me." He whispered useless, both hands grabbing at the one on his chest and trying with all their might to budge it. He became even more upset and flustered when he couldn't get the man to move at all, and in one last desperate attempt he threw his arm out, his uncut nails scraping the mans right cheek.

Everything was quite for a second and then he heard Sephiroth growl, the man grasped both of his arms and used his much larger legs to keep his apart. He leant down so his breath was hot against Clouds chin.

"Are you ready?" Sephiroth whispered. Cloud just continued to cry, his breathing shallow and erratic now.

"I love you Cloud Strife."

At last those words had meaning as he drove his hips forward, engulfing the head of his cock in that silky heat. He groaned lowly as the boys' inside gripped him harder than any ever before. It was magnificent. He eased himself in slowly after the first thrust, until all of his member was inside the boy and their hips were pressed togother. Cloud was screaming loudly, his head thrown back and his eyes closed tightly. He was in real pain, but Sephiroth couldn't bring himself to focus on that. His body was in total euphoria and every cell was tingling with the pleasure emanating from his groin. He was inside Cloud Strife, finally. The though heightened the pleasure ten-fold. He gave it a few minutes before he moved again, making the boy cry out loudly. He eased himself out slowly and then back forward. Picking up memento as he did. It was hard to control himself, he wanted to ravage the boy, drive in deep and harshly. But he loved Cloud too much to do that now.

For Cloud, the experience was very different to what Sephiroth was feeling. He was sure he was going to die; no one could live through this agony and survive. He felt like he was being stabbed, Sephiroth's member speared too deep and stretched his body to the point where he was sure it would tear. He tried to stop himself screaming but it was impossible when that first thrust literally forced it out of him. The pain was intense, it was like his insides were being burned alive, and as Sephiroth withdrew it was doubled, again when he drove forward for a second time. He stopped being able to differentiate the trusts, the whole of his lower body becoming one large mass of a thousand different sensations, all painful and all unrelenting. He couldn't catch his breath and found himself gasping and choking on his sobs. He tried to pull his hands over his face but Sephiroth had them pressed tightly against the pillow at either side of his head.

Sephiroth breaths were long and deep, synchronizing with his movements in and out of the boy. Wanting to feel even more of the teen, he leaned down and began kissing and sucking on his neck again, not realizing he was drawing blood with some of his bites. He heard Cloud's pained whimpers and gasps but they were only adding to the eroticism of the moment. He was inside Cloud, he was finally taking him and it was every bit as blissful as he'd imagined. The feeling was beyond anything he had ever strived to achieve. He didn't want it to end, how would he come down from such a high? Cloud's skin was perfect; soft, hot and damp. Very sexy. It was a new, hidden side to the teen.

"I love y-you." He breathed, claiming Cloud's lips and shoving his tongue deeper than he ever had before.

Cloud was crying heavily, his whole body in pain. His neck was stinging and the man kept biting it cruelly, forcing yelps and hiccups from his throat. After a quick kiss that made him gag, the man moved down and to his horror focused his attention on his nipples again, biting and pulling them much harder than before. It was painful, but nothing compared to the movements down below. His entrance had to be raw by now; every time the man moved within him it felt like sandpaper scraping against them.

"Sto-o-o-p" He groaned, pressing his head back into the white pillow beneath him. His entire body was saturated with sweat, sticking to the blankets annoyingly.

Sephiroth dug his teeth into the soft nub, sucking on the blood that flooded his mouth. He didn't comprehend that he was hurting the boy because his entire body was functioning from below his waist. His hair felt hot against his back and he shook his head to dislodge some of it. He felt his cock become tight and more sensitive, and not wanting to reach his peek so soon, he slowed his hip's movements, bracing himself on his arms and looking down at his boy.

Cloud had his eyes shut tightly, this annoyed him.

"Open your eyes." He growled. Cloud did as told after he jerked his hips painfully in emphasis. The puffy lids slid open to reveal big glossy orbs that shone and blinked in the dimness. He smiled at the boy, his movements excruciatingly slow at this point.

"It really hurts." The distraught boy whispered.

"It will get better eventually." He replied, his movements almost stopping. "I want you to do something for me." He whispered, leaning down to kiss the damp forehead. Cloud eyes fluttered, the only sigh that he had heard him.

"Move your legs, and wrap them around me." He instructed; the mere words making his something clench deep inside him.

Cloud looked at him in disbelief; was he serious? Was it not enough that he was doing this to him?

"I can't." He cried. "It's too sore."

"You can and will." Sephiroth replied evenly, his sex enjoying the trembling of its host's body.

"Please. Please just leave me alone." He begged, shaking his head back and forth and tugging at his hands.

"I'm not going to move until you do it Cloud." Cloud didn't know what to do. He couldn't comply; the pain would kill him, but he couldn't stand the feeling of the other inside him for much longer. He knew Sephiroth didn't make idle threats. He had no choice.

"Ow." He whimpered as he moved his legs upwards. He dropped them after a second, the pain overwhelming him. "I c- can't. Please."

"Come on. You can do it." Sephiroth encouraged. Cloud huffed, knowing he wasn't going to receive any mercy. He took a breath and tried again.

The pain almost made him pass out, but eventually he got both his legs up and resting on the back of Sephiroth's thighs, lying back on the bed in exhaustion.

Sephiroth didn't wait a second longer before resumed his pace. He moved one of his hands to hold Clouds leg up, finding he was able to penetrate even deeper and easier now. Cloud's hands were free now and he pulled one over his eyes and was crying into it. He allowed it, as a reward for complying with his demand. His mind stopped working after that and he let his body be consumed by the pleasure again.

Several long minutes passed, filled with groans and whimpers and moans and sighs, until finally Sephiroth felt himself approaching orgasm once more. This time he'd allow it.

"Say you love me." He bit out between thrusts. Cloud grit his teeth as the thrusts became more urgent, not really hearing the demand.

"Say you love me." Sephiroth shouted breathily. Cloud widened his eyes.

"…"

"SAY IT." His voice reverberated off the walls.

Cloud felt dizzy and light headed; he barely knew what was being asked of him. But like he wasn't controlling it, he felt his mouth form the words.

"S-Sephiroth I love you."

A mighty groan followed and Cloud felt the uncomfortable feeling of something hot and liquid erupting inside of him. He didn't have time to think on it though, as his vision became spotty and white, blackness started engulf him and his breathing became shallow and short.

Sephiroth rested his body on top of the boy's, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. He pushed the hair off his back to let the air cool it.

After a few seconds he rolled off Cloud, his flaccid sex slipping out of the bleeding entrance like a snake.

"Happy birthday, love."

But Cloud had already passed out and so, smiling fondly, the sated General pulled the small body closer to himself and dragged up the fur blanket from the beneath the bed, sloppily covering them both with it.

He rested his lovers head in the crook of his arm, which was spread outwards as he tried to regulate his body temperature. Cloud was like a lifeless puppet, very much worn out by the evening's activities. The idea made him smirk

He felt complete there, with Cloud asleep in his arms, his seed still inside his body. He pulled the boy even closer and as the hours passed he found that sleep evaded him, and he just stared at the boy, fascinated by the simple act of breathing. The act quickly became like a distant, euphoric memory in his mind. Something that he was very much intent on re-living. Again and again.

And so Sephiroth laid there in his bed as he had so many months before with that one sentence ringing through his mind. But everything had changed now, and that sweet voice was no longer one of frustration and denial. It was now a part of him, and he of it.

Sephiroth I love you.

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So that was…tough. I actually found it hard to finish the whole thing because it was very intense and psychological. Also, this was my first time writing a sex scene and of course I was writing about two men which reeeeally makes it all the more difficult description-wise So, I'd love to hear what you all thought of this chapter; good or bad.

I apologize if this was too upsetting for anyone, I did try to warn you

Just want to say, yet again, thank you for all the kind and wonderful reviews for the last chapter. They're so detailed and complementary

That's it until the next chapter. See you then

By the way, writing about Sephiroth trying to dance was… awkward.