Cloud's eyes flick across the paper, one of many scattered across his desk inside King Mickey's castle. This paper is the newest letter from King Sephiroth on the progress of Roxas and vague details of the events that has transpired.
He didn't think anyone had the nerve to attack the Prince of Galtea, and he'd hate to see what the assassin looked like after his son slaughtered her.
Sighing, he sets the paper down and leans back in his chair. A gentle breeze wafts through the study, billowing the gossamer curtains and tickling his cheeks. He slowly smiles as he shuts his eyes.
"It would seem that the assassination was unsuccessful." He speaks, well aware of the footsteps padding towards him. Coming from the balcony.
"She was expendable. Her soul has been broken since the death of her sister." A calm, cool voice speaks. Soft, and wholly feminine.
"A death that you started." Cloud says, his smile never wavering. He opens his eyes and looks towards the direction of the near silent footsteps.
The purple wrappings do wonders for that body. That toned, hardened body that has pleasured him for years. A body that he helped hone, and one that he has never grown tired of groping in dark corners. These past few weeks have been torturous for the both of them.
Removing the hood of her purple cloak, Tifa Lockhart saunters over towards the desk. She unclasps her cloak, letting it fall to the floor, dragging behind her. "But without that sacrifice, we wouldn't have been able to see Roxas' full power."
Her long-nailed fingers grip the back of the chair, and she swings her leg over his, straddling the seat of his pants. Her hands fall to his shoulders, her nails tickling his ears and caressing his cheek.
"We both made sacrifices," she purrs. "and in the end we gained what we wanted. What I'm most impressed is when the king so easily let you into his castle after your, impressive record of crime in his city."
"Desperation drives anyone to do desperate things."
Leaning down, Tifa's lips connect with Cloud's; the sensation hardening the seat of his pants, of which she takes pleasure in grinding against. He growls in pleasure.
"I find my joys only tempered by the fact that Axel thinks he's skilled in our craft." Tifa huffs, tossing her hair over to one side.
"I would focus more on how lucky you are that I didn't gain any infection from that rotting dungeon. You do your job too well."
"As I would say to you, my love." Tifa smiles. "So our boy is doing well?"
"In accordance to the recent letters, so it would seem. But it's been another handful of weeks since I've received a letter and I'm growing concerned."
"Well he is king, my darling." Tifa leans down and nibbles on Cloud's ear, earning another growl of arousal. "Just promise me I get to life in here to when Roxas gets back."
"We'll be living like we did, my pet, and our son won't so recalcitrant when he returns."
"How so?"
"I've been working on a special project through our remaining Guild Leaders. And it's soon to be put into effect. Once I get word from the king."
"So long as he's still unaware of everything."
Cloud coldly chuckles. "For an Elven King he's rather naive."
While things had gotten more out of hand than they had planned, Tifa had played her part perfectly. He felt hesitant to give her the role of the bad parent, but Roxas needed someone to trust.
It began when Roxas turned thirteen, Cloud knew that his elven heritage would soon emerge. When he quickly climbed the ranks through the Guild, Cloud could see it. Meanwhile Tifa was raising her own Guild to become united with Cloud's and then they would have an army of the shadows.
Cloud's suspicions were only confirmed when he administered that serum to Roxas before he had him kill Ventus. He saw flashes of Roxas' ears, his elongated canines as he attempted to fight the serum.
But it wasn't a serum at all. It was a deadly poison that would've killed most men in seconds. It was a test, and Roxas had passed. His immortal blood is what fought off the poison, resulting in those nightmares as an aftermath.
After that, Cloud needed to send Roxas to Ivalice to let the king train him into controlling his abilities and perceptions, but he needed Roxas to trust him. So he connived and funneled Roxas to find Tifa, and after she played her role of a psychotic, a little too well, Roxas trusted Cloud again without hesitation.
Cloud is almost disappointed. He thought he had trained Roxas better than that. Perhaps elves aren't as bright as they many believe.
"For now I suppose that all we can do is wait." Cloud sighs. "Just keep playing along."
"Maybe I could find a career in acting after this." Tifa says with a toss of her hair.
"I think I prefer a courtesan." Cloud grins as he grips her bum as she continually rubs it against the hardened seat of his pants. "To see you in those tight dresses would be riveting."
Tifa giggles and pushes herself from him to sitting on the desk. "I hope these papers aren't important."
Cloud rises from his seat, and the hunger in his eyes is so wicked that Tifa squeals as he rips off her wrappings.
