Cloud slumped against the door, his hand falling from the bolt, his big eyes closing in defeat. So, this was what it was like to be enslaved…he never expected it to be so strangely sweet or so painfully bitter. Yet how could he resist such a soft request? It was his nature to bend, to yield, and Sephiroth had always had such a strong hold on him, ever knowing just what to do or say to bring Cloud's defenses crashing down around him. Even though he was fully dressed, Cloud still felt naked and vulnerable. 'Please,' he'd said, and that single word had ripped the scab off of Cloud's wounded emotions, leaving them raw and pulsing with fever.
Gloved hands came to rest lightly on his shoulders, trembling slightly as if Cloud did, indeed, affect the General as much as he'd claimed. Or perhaps it was nerves after all, there had been no mistaking the appalled, shocked look on Sephiroth's face when he'd whispered, 'Please don't go.'
Cloud shook his head and pressed against the door, eyes squeezed closed in a childish game—if I can't see you, you can't see me, and if you can't see me then you can't hurt me.
Sephiroth pulled him away from the door and back into the feverish heat of his tall, muscled body, those long arms folding around him in an unexpected embrace.
Cloud swallowed a low sob and twisted, burying his face in the smooth, warm skin of Sephiroth's exposed chest, the edges of his coat curling against Cloud's cheeks. His own gloved hands clenched in that leather coat, bunching it at his hips. The scent of his skin was intoxicating, the soft brush of his long hair unbearably ephemeral. One of Sephiroth's hands came to rest at the base of Cloud's skull, cupping his head, the other smoothing down his strong, taut back.
He'd missed Sephiroth—missed the impersonal brush of his fingers, missed being able to look at his stern, cool face so unaffected by anything around him. He missed something deeper, as well, something secret. He missed the unguarded and overwhelming emotion that showed on Sephiroth's face when he was so deep inside Cloud it felt like he'd be ripped apart. He did affect Sephiroth, and with a true slave's devotion he would violently and jealously guard against ever allowing that ability to harm the one he…
Cloud jerked hard in Sephiroth's embrace, startled and suddenly chilled to the depths of his soul.
"Hush, Cloud," Sephiroth sighed, mistaking his sudden shock for renewed resistance. "Be still awhile yet."
Eyes huge with discovery, Cloud knew now why Sephiroth could draw him back again and again—it wasn't merely his own natural inclination to please, nor his obedient habit of doing as he was bidden. It was love.
And it was as awful as it was consuming.
Cloud whimpered against Sephiroth's soft skin, pressing harder against him, already mourning their next schism. Sephiroth responded by tightening his hold on Cloud, half convinced that the boy would make a break for the door and disappear from his life forever.
He lifted Cloud's chin, looking down into his beautiful, anxious, and sorrowful face. For a moment Cloud was sure Sephiroth would kiss him and all would be lost, but he did something so much worse instead.
He dropped his sleek, silver-haired head to Cloud's throat and breathed, "Stop running from what you are…"
Cloud blinked hard, his voice unsteady when he whispered, "I don't know what I am!"
Sephiroth pulled back to look at him. He was so beautiful, a perfect statue carved of marble with half-lidded jade eyes gazing serenely out from lush black lashes. When he smiled at Cloud the boy's heart skipped painfully in his chest, and his cheeks flamed with heat when the man murmured, "You're mine."
That cruel, warm mouth descended to his own, kissing him with a possessive heat that curled Cloud's toes and liquefied his bones. He lifted his hands to clutch the open edges of Sephiroth's coat, his arms tucked tightly between them. He hadn't expected any apologies, any remorse—it was always such with the General. He made no excuses, offered no explanations. Cloud was his creature, bending to his whims and used at his convenience. It should have offended Cloud but it was something that his very nature made him comfortable with. He would give and give and give until he had nothing left to offer, and Sephiroth would take without asking until Cloud had filled his purpose. Neither one of them expected remorse on the other's part. They would come together and draw apart with the same rhythmic surety as waves lapping the beach—it was simply the way of things, and could never be changed.
Cloud let that hot tongue invade his mouth, opened wide to allow the man all the heat and access that he demanded. Those strong hands swept down to cup his bottom, curving up to heft him with a soft grunt of effort. Cloud automatically locked his legs around Sephiroth's narrow hips, suddenly heated and aching for his touch.
"How you've grown, Cloud," Sephiroth breathed, still sucking on his mouth, his hands clenching hard in the taut muscle of Cloud's bottom. "My beautiful little private, so angry and so sweet…"
Cloud kissed him back, desperate to feel him, the void inside him greedily filling itself on the sight of him, the feel of him, the scent of his skin and the sound of his voice. They were stores to see him through the hungry times when Sephiroth's indifference and Cloud's own untamed emotions would part them.
The man hefted Cloud more securely into his arms and carried him down the long hallway to the bedroom.
They fell onto the bed together in a tangled heap, Cloud wrapped around Sephiroth like a slim, determined vine, trading ravenous kisses and panting in the darkness. Only the faint light from the open door to the hallway illuminated the room, turning them both into shadows and highlights, strangers once more.
Cloud was burning up with need, breathless as Sephiroth yanked off his gloves and then Cloud's own, turning his clever fingers to freeing Cloud of his boots and clothing. The youth writhed impatiently, his dark despair making this meeting that much sweeter, that much more intense. When Sephiroth stripped before him it was the most beautiful, amazing thing that he'd ever seen, and he didn't have the presence of mind or even the patience to feel embarrassed. He simply gazed at Sephiroth with all of his newfound love showing in his softly glowing blue eyes and waited, his hands curled into the covers and kept well away.
Sephiroth's hands preceded him, sliding up the smooth, muscled length of Cloud's legs, still coltish yet for all of his growth. Cloud shuddered hard at the gliding touch, his flushed erection twitching, eager for what it could get. Sephiroth's hands curved over his hips, thumbs sliding alongside Cloud's hard sex. He bent and moved between Cloud's spread legs, his breath spilling over Cloud's taut sac.
The youth cried out and arched hard when the man's tongue touched him, trailing up over his balls, sliding into the crease of his groin to tease around the base of his aching cock. That tongue skimmed lightly up his belly, Cloud moaning in frustration.
Sephiroth's uneven breath pulsed against his skin as he kissed his way up Cloud's slender ribcage, first one side and then the other, marking the changes that such a short time had wrought in his young private. He sucked at Cloud's skin, at his pert nipples, at his smooth, moist neck. He reached down between their bodies as he lay atop him and cupped his hot erection before giving it a hard slap that bowed Cloud's back and made him clench his teeth, the beast rising in his bright blue eyes.
"Oh-ho," Sephiroth whispered, amused. "You have grown, indeed, Cloud."
The young man was too far gone in pleasure to be embarrassed by Sephiroth's gentle teasing about his now-admirable erection. The slap sang through his senses, begging harder and more violent pleasures that he knew Sephiroth would be able to provide.
He writhed beneath that big body, driven to the limits of his patience by the man's nearness and the incredible, throbbing size of his heavy sex. Lacking the ability to touch the man with his hands—he would never forget that painful, awful lesson—Cloud used his mouth instead and wriggled against Sephiroth, using his tongue and lips instead of questing fingers.
The man held himself still, allowing Cloud to taste his throat, his nape, the lobes of his ears, down to his collarbone and sensitive nipples to the dip of his belly button. Of his own accord, Cloud closed his mouth around Sephiroth's sticky head and gave a deep, eager suck that caused the man to catch his breath, one hand tangling in Cloud's hair.
"So eager," he purred, urging Cloud to suck. "Touch me, Cloud. Put those hands on me."
Ever obedient, Cloud unclenched his hands and softly stroked the man's length as he sucked, moving one hand in tandem with his mouth, the other drifting down to cup and roll his heavy balls. His eyes watered from gagging on the thick flesh each time he swallowed it down, but he wouldn't exchange a second of it—seeing Sephiroth stretched out in the shadows, highlighted by the hallway light, his big body curving in pleasure and his eyes closed, face unguarded…it was more special to Cloud than anything else could ever possibly be.
Sephiroth's eyes snapped open with a particularly powerful spasm of his thick sex and he reached down to haul Cloud off of him, breathing hard. He stared at Cloud for a long, heavy moment before rolling away.
For an awful moment Cloud was sure that he was drawing away again, but his fears died quickly when Sephiroth bent to open his nightstand drawer and slather his strutted cock with something that glimmered in the faint light.
"Come here, Cloud," the man said, indicating the carpet before him.
Cloud slithered off of the bed and turned his back to Sephiroth, gasping a little when two slippery fingers slid up inside him, pushing more slickness up with them.
"Do you want this, Cloud?" Sephiroth asked, wanting Cloud to admit with his own lips how badly he needed it.
"Yes," Cloud hissed, leaning forward and bracing his hands on the mattress. He moaned lowly when Sephiroth nudged against him, and wailed when he was filled.
It was unbearable. It was earth-shaking. It was too much and not enough all at once. He threw back his head and sobbed, hips lifting, straining back against the man's lean, powerful hips.
"I couldn't show you before," Sephiroth whispered, one strong hand clenching on Cloud's hip. He lay over the youth's slender back and lapped at Cloud's ear, teasing the earring there. "Now I can…"
He braced one arm on the bed, the other wrapped around Cloud's narrow waist.
One of Cloud's small hands came to rest on his braced forearm, the touch tentative but tight. The youth wriggled against him, impaled and rapturous, trying to work himself on Sephiroth's hard length.
Sephiroth tilted his hips just so and thrust deeply into Cloud with a freedom of movement he'd not had last time.
The reaction was immediate and powerful. Cloud gasped in shock as Sephiroth's body bumped something inside him, awakening an amazing amount of absolute pleasure that Cloud had never dreamed existed.
"Sweet spot," Sephiroth murmured, and sank his teeth into Cloud's lobe as he surged hard against the youth's taut body, Cloud clinging desperately to him as his tight body tried to process this new and invasive pleasure.
He rocked in time with Sephiroth's deep thrusts, sobbing aloud and writhing with need, his ready cock pulsing and bouncing with the sway of his body, oozing precum and begging for friction. Cloud could've touched himself, but he wanted it to last, wanted to draw out this brief and treasured time with Sephiroth.
The man growled lowly above him, one knee rising to the bed next to Cloud's hip, giving him better leverage to use his strong back, and with good effect—Cloud screamed at the renewed force of his thrusts, gasping and moaning in shocked sensation, almost coming right then from the sheer painful pleasure of it.
Sephiroth grunted a little, swelling inside him in response to Cloud's obvious enjoyment, driven closer to the cusp by his slender, uninhibited lover. He reached around and slapped Cloud's straining cock again, sending the boy into such wild spasms that he had to pause his vigorous thrusts, nearly coming inside the youth when Cloud began to beg him to do it again, began to threaten with the beast's voice, to coax and cajole and demand more. He slapped him again, harder, and Cloud stiffened in something that was just a fine line away from orgasm, shoving back so hard against Sephiroth that the man had to hastily pull back for fear of spilling himself right then and there.
"You want pain, Cloud?" he asked, panting for breath. "I will give you pain."
Cloud writhed in an agony of pleasure, head hanging and cock throbbing in painful beats, so swollen and ready that even the faint breeze of Cloud's gasping breaths threatened to make him erupt. He felt Sephiroth's hand settle firmly at the small of his back just above the dimple of his bottom. A second later his other hand whipped around. Blazing pain erupted in Cloud's cock and the small of his back in such perfect synchronicity that he was lifted out of himself, transported by pleasure and dissolving into boneless, mindless enjoyment that made his body snap and shudder as if he'd been jolted by electricity. He didn't even feel Sephiroth's body burst inside him, wasn't aware of the man's frantic thrusts or his deep, satisfied groans. Cloud was caught in a web of exquisite pain, and shuddered in bliss as it echoed through his body.