CHAPTER 25

The return journey back to Sephiroth's quarters was far from an easy one. Tugging and hauling the resisting scowling blond boy was hard work, and Sephiroth had to keep alternatively switching his hold from hair pulling and arm dragging, to eventually lifting the captive off his feet by hoisting him around the waist and virtually carrying him. In this fashion, the general slowly but surely made his way back to the privacy of his rooms, ignoring for the main part the frenzied punches and kicks that his prisoner tried to land on him.

A few of the blows managed to connect, to leave bruises, but Sephiroth was beyond feeling any pain that the futile and frantic hits might have caused him. He had a burning passion driven by fuelled lust that needed to be taken care of, and this boy, the one that squirmed so delightfully in his grip, was the one whose body he was going to use to satisfy that need.

Kicking the door to his rooms shut behind them with the back of his heel, the general's captive suddenly managed to jerk himself free from the tight restricting hold around his middle and raced across the carpeted floor, stopping in the centre and looking around for a moment like a trapped bewildered animal.

Sephiroth gave one of his trademark smirks, not moving. There was nowhere for the boy to run. No exits, no escapes. He was trapped. And yet it still gave Sephiroth a thrilling tingle up and down his spine to know that there would be a chase, even if it were only a small purposeless one.

"Come to me," he purred, his eyes watching his prey all the time. "Come to me now, and I promise to ensure that you enjoy this as much as I do."

Cloud stood forward a little, his thin chest thrust outwards, heaving with barely contained rage. "You're going to ensure you make my rape, enjoyable?" he spat, his blue eyes sparking with aggression.

"Only if you come to me ...now," Sephiroth confirmed, lifting a hand and beckoning to the boy with one finger.

"I'll see you in hell first," Cloud hissed, now backing further and further away from his aggressor, a small gnawing of worry chewing at his insides as the man simply continued to stand there doing nothing but watch him. He wished he had some clothing to give him some dignity, or at least a weapon to hand. But darting his eyes around the room he could see nothing practical with which to defend himself when the general attacked him, for it surely was a question of when, and not if.

Conflicting thoughts flew through the blonds mind as he wrestled with himself over what to do, knowing full well that his options were limited. Should he surrender to the man peaceably and let him do what he wanted without a struggle? Should he try to defend his honour and fight to the death? Or simply offer up a compromise that was acceptable to them both?

Edging back towards the generals large desk, thinking to use it as some sort of shield as a last resort, Cloud decided quickly on a course of action, and offered up his barter.

"I'll give you oral."

For a moment, Sephiroth was taken aback at the words the boy uttered. Then he gave a short barking laugh. "Yes. Yes you will. And you will also do anything and everything else I ask of you," he said, accentuating his words with each single step closer he took towards the table. He began slowly removing the black gloves he wore a finger at a time, his hungry green eyes remaining fixed on the trembling blond.

Once his gloves were discarded, Sephiroth's fingers began unbuttoning his leather pants, and he wondered if the boy trembled so much through fear, or restrained sexual longing.

Hearing the boy's ragged breathing at his approach, Sephiroth watched fascinated as Cloud's nostrils flared, marvelling at the way the boy's eyes reflected the inner battle going on within his mind.

Fight or flee....

And he smiled when he saw the way Cloud tried to keep the distance between them, for it thrilled him even more. This boy was not going to be an easy conquest, and Sephiroth felt his loins stir, felt his undone pants become tighter and more restricting as his cock struggled to lengthen within the unyielding leather material. His body had not felt such an urgent need for another human being in a long time. Normally he would take care of any sexual excitement alone, and in his bed. Even when he masturbated the boy, he always held back until he was under the covers of his sheets before touching and pleasuring himself.

Now, facing the feisty blond, he came to realise his self administrations always seemed to involve this boy in some way. Ever since he had first taken charge of him, the little captive had somehow wormed his way into the general's wanton, lustful, fanciful fascinations.

Only the night before, Sephiroth had stood silently over the sleeping boy, watching him in the semi darkness as he lay curled up peacefully on the floor. In the low light, Sephiroth had marvelled at the beauty of the boy's face, the clear skin, the smooth jaw line, lips that pouted even in slumber. He had had to walk away, had climbed into bed and rubbed himself to climax, thinking of the boy being beneath him, accepting him willingly, succumbing to his charms and baring himself open.

It had been a very satisfying climax, and Sephiroth had lain for several minutes afterwards panting and trying to catch his breath. There had been nothing stopping him from taking the boy there and then, from forcing him to do whatever Sephiroth told him to do. But that had been part of the excitement.

Self abstinence.

Last night had been about not letting the boy know Sephiroth wanted him. Whereas tonight..... Tonight the boy was finally going to find out just how badly he did desire him. And not just for tonight either, Sephiroth told himself, for once he had taken the boy he knew there would be no turning back.

Grabbing hold of the huge table, the general proceeded to push it, and the retreating blond, back towards the wall.

Cloud glanced backwards as he felt his feet slipping on the carpeted floor and realizing immediately what was being planned, tried to think of a diversionary tactic. If the general continued his pushing he would be trapped, backed up against the wall and penned in by the table. His searching eyes fixed on the door leading in to the man's bedroom and making a decision, Cloud made a sudden desperate dash towards it, hoping to put enough distance between them to get the door closed behind him and to find something, anything, with which to wedge it shut.

He almost made it.

Managing to get in through the door, his fingers closed around the edge of it and he swung it to with all his might. But the general stuck his booted foot in at the bottom of the door just it was about to close.

With a roaring snarl, Sephiroth pushed against the door with the full force of his shoulder, sending Cloud scuttling backwards, resulting in him falling and looking up at Sephiroth as the man loomed over him.

"Is that all you've got?" Sephiroth teased, kicking at one of the boy's bare feet, aiming for the tips of his toes. Cloud recoiled instantly, pulling his stinging foot towards himself while trying to retreat away from Sephiroth at the same time, scooting backwards across the room on his ass.

Sephiroth followed slowly, like a predator which knew it had its prey and was in no hurry to devour it. He took his time, savouring every minute of the boy's suffering.

"I told you, this does not have to be done this way," he said, his voice calm, reasoning. "Yield to me, and I will make it as painless as possible for you."

"Fuck you," Cloud retorted. Sephiroth just smirked at the boy's choice of words, and Cloud felt like biting his tongue for uttering them.

Leaning down, the general ripped the tiny loin cloth from the boy's body in one swift motion, leaving the blond naked and exposed. Sephiroth's hungry gaze took in the pale foreskin sheathed penis that leaned limply towards one side of the boy's perfectly shaped ball sac, and tossing the scrap of cloth to one side his hand reached out to stroke the skin there.

Cloud, knowing Sephiroth's intention, scooted back even further, his unshod feet pushing and scraping at the carpet in his hurry to put some distance between his scrotum and the man's reaching fingers. With a sudden twist of his body, he pushed himself back up to his feet, and without thinking of his course of action he barged forcefully past his captor, nudging the man aside roughly as he sped once again back into the larger outer room, his frightened eyes seeking the one thing his mind had noted subconsciously earlier, something on the writing desk which he might yet use to defend himself with, if the man kept pursuing him.

Walking nonchalantly into the room, Sepihroth quirked a brow at the way the blond was standing. His feet were spaced, his legs apart. His flaccid cock, hanging so nicely below a blond nest of pubic hair, seemed to rise and fall gently with the heaving breaths the boy was taking, and although Sephiroth's eyes wanted to linger upon the sight of his captives manhood, he found his gaze travelling upwards towards Cloud's chest, causing him to unconsciously lick at his lips when he saw the way the blonds nipples had hardened and peaked from his body. Raising his glance higher, he noticed that the boy's jaw was set in determination, and that his blue eyes were wide open with a fierce, feral look to them.

Although the image before him was provocative, it took all of Sephiroth's self control not to laugh at the foolish boy when he saw the small paper knife being welded in the clenched fist of one hand.

Sephiroth strode across the floor towards Cloud, his strides long and purposeful. His cock yearned to be planted deep and hard inside the body of the boy, and if he wanted to try and fight about it then fine, a fight he would get. But no more running around. Sephiroth had had enough of the chase.

Walking straight up to the blond unafraid, the general's arm instinctively flew up in self defence as the blade of the knife was plunged deeply into his shoulder.

Lifting his uninjured arm, Sephiroth used his hand to first flick the embedded blade from his flesh, before punching at the boy's face with enough strength to knock him back several steps, a bruise appearing almost immediately on his battered cheek.

Cloud had been aiming for the general's throat. He knew he didn't have time to get a proper swing with the small knife, and he knew his chances were slim, but he had hoped that hitting the man anywhere would result in giving him a few minutes grace to at least land a follow on attack of his own, giving him some leverage in a fight.

He had realised the futility of his attempt the second the general had brought his arm up, protecting his neck. And the cold, steely way in which Sephiroth had calmly dealt with the bloodied knife made Cloud shudder with dread.

Knowing he had no other choice but to engage in hand to hand combat, Cloud snarled and launched himself bodily at the larger man, his teeth snarling, his fingers clawed and aiming for Sephioth's eyes.

Grappling with the petite blond male, Sephiroth found himself becoming more and more sexually aroused. He had to tame this wild beast, had to show this upstart who his alpha was.

Gripping both wrists of Cloud's in his strong hands, Sephiroth forced them back and up behind the shoulders of the boy, exerting pressure on the arms, forcing the boy downwards, trying to make him fall to his knees, their eyes remaining locked at all times upon one another during this power struggle.

Cloud couldn't help but make grunting sounds as his body slowly became exhausted. He was trying to fight back, but the muscles in his arms and legs were aching, his limbs beginning to shake with the exertion of trying to get the upper stance, and failing miserably.

As Cloud's legs buckled and his knees began to fold, Sephiroth simultaneously let go of the blonds arms and gripped his waist and shoulders instead, spinning the boy around and slamming him face first down over the edge of the large mahogany writing desk.

Using one hand on the back of Cloud's neck to keep him firmly in place, Sephiroth kicked at his legs, forcing them to open wider. Then, moving closer into position behind the boys bent body, he used his free hand to pull his opened pants down lower, letting his aroused cock bounce free.

The engorged rod of flesh bobbed upwards immediately, aiming for the boy's exposed ass, seemingly eager to penetrate the small tight hole that was presented to it. The shiny domed head glistened wetly, and Sephiroth enjoyed spending a few moments rubbing the leaking tip up and down in between the boy's ass cheeks, using the leaking pre-cum to create a slide, pushing forward with his hips slightly and feeling the resistance of the outer ring muscle.

The boy was going to be a tight fuck.

Cloud squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the bitter tears of loss and failure steal past his lashes and slip down the cheek that was pressed to the table. His hands balled into fists and he bit down on his tongue to stop himself from openly sobbing. Deep down he had always known the general's unwanted touchings would lead to this, had guessed that at some point the man would claim his body in this way. He was just surprised that it had taken him so long. Rape of a prisoner was well known to happen. He had been warned in training that it would possibly be done to him if he were ever caught. Cloud had always been lucky, he'd never been caught.

Now, as he felt the man line his erection up, he tried once more to stop the inevitable, tried to threaten his way out of the dangerous situation.

"You do this, and I'll kill you. I swear I'll kill you," he warned.

Sephiroth, unperturbed by this threat on his life, simply increased his restraining hold of Cloud's upper body, pushing the blonds face harder against the unyielding wood of the table while calmly lining his cock up against the small puckered entrance that he was determined to enter.

"You are just a boy. A very pretty boy, who scrunches his nose up when he's angry. I have nothing to fear from you," he countered.

And then, tired of talking, Sephiroth slammed his hips forward brutally.

And Cloud screamed.