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Synopsis (First Story): Cloud is whisked away to ShinRa Mansion and plagued by lab memories. However, what scares him the most is the blindness and absence of free will he suffers while trying to make sense of his predicament. Will Mother (Jenova) and Son (Sephiroth) be able to help him recover?
Author's Note: Revisions, edits, and new prompt for this chapter coming soon. Will ultimately sync up with the rewritten version of Chapter 2 in "Advent (RE)birth."
Warning(s)*: Tentacles, Blindfold, Rough Penetration, and Crude Language.
*(Check warnings above each chapter to avoid triggers.)
I. Side-Story: Is This A Threesome? I Have Some Concerns…
As the hollow forest that once protected the Temple of the Ancients receded from view, the silhouette of two men swept over the horizon towards a remote town beneath a mountain slope. Their figures soared on the wings of an electrifying dark matter, which flowed steadily from the Black Materia in an unending surge.
Although their journey covered thousands of miles at a mind-blowing rate, their arrival was deferred until sundown. By the time their feet touched the ground and the energy faded, the residents of Nibelheim were locked up in their homes; most fast asleep in their beds. Shrouded by the cover of night, they made their way towards the abandoned ShinRa Mansion located north of town and slipped inside.
The scent of mildew and aged wood permeated the air, worsening with each creaking step they took from the main hall to the second floor. Dust and debris puffed up like smoke underneath their boots. The scent burned and tickled their nostrils, yet not a single sneeze was heard. They advanced in utmost silence around broken floorboards, battered rooms, and lurking beasts.
Eventually, they stood within a ramshackle bedroom in the right wing. Here, at this apparent dead-end, the silence between them finally broke.
'Do you, is this place familiar?' Sephiroth's silken voice inquired, as he turned to face his blonde companion.
'I...have never been here.' Cloud extended in reply, his tone hesitant and soft.
Sephiroth replied, 'Is that so,' and said nothing more.
Neither of their lips moved, yet the exchange was audible between the two of them as their eyes met in the quiet ambiance. The gleam of feline eyes, crafted from the finest jade, twinkled with mirth in the darkness as the sound of a 'hmmm' ended their brief exchange.
Even in the complete absence of light, within this room barred from the moonshine, their mako-infused sight could see as clear as a starlit mountain stream. When the formidable man, who had spoken first, maneuvered to lean down and whisper beside the other's ear; the haunting smirk on his lips didn't go unnoticed. The weight of his words only increased the ill-omened pressure of his gloved hand settling on Cloud's shoulder.
'I have vivid memories… ...some of which, I'll share with you.'
When Cloud opened his eyes, there was nothing but a blackened haze and faint ache in the rear of his skull. At some point he had lost consciousness after hearing Sephiroth speak to him in a deserted room. Now the world seemed unbalanced as he lay prone in some place unfamiliar; the splinters and coldness of old wood supporting his back.
From his vantage point, a collection of towering bookshelves could be seen and not much else. When he shifted to adjust his position, or even simply move his neck, something binding and unrelenting kept him firmly in place. After a couple experimental jerks and aggressive tugs, nothing seemed to change in his favor. He was forced to settle and stare at either books or the cracked ceiling above.
Electric wires and dangling light fixtures hung limply from the dilapidated padding and white ceramic overhead. Some appeared ready to snap and crash down upon him any minute, yet gravity somehow held each piece in timeless suspension. The more he continued to stare, the more he got the eerie feeling of recalling this similar image. Yet in his mind, the tiles were pristine and the wires and components stored away from view. He remembered a radiance so bright he might be rendered sightless and a sense of overwhelming boredom that compelled him to memorize the exact number of tiles.
'But how, how do I know there are 371 in total?'
This bewildering notion shocked him, but what chilled him to the core was his confidence. Most would fly into a panic and immediately dispute the amount before proceeding to confirm it. However, not once did he doubt the accuracy or feel inclined to count. The number, 371, was absolutely correct.
'So...when have I...why have I...where is this place?!'
Anxiety cascaded down his body in seeps of perspiration as he struggled once more against the invisible force binding him in place. Hours seemed to tick by until he finally collapsed again, gasping and aching from every strained muscle in his body. In spite of his adamant efforts, the situation remained the same. All he gained was soreness and exhaustion.
When hours felt like days, when the sporadic writhing of his form could handle no more, an astonishing phenomenon happened...he began to slowly mutter a series under his breath. From 1 to 371...his vision floated from one tile to the next in near zombielike precision.
Each number accompanied a greedy inhale of mildew, intermixed with something spicy and foul that he could not quite identify, as he sought to alleviate his dread. Each whispered number bled into the next until something creaked on the other side of the room. The noise grated on his nerves, like a pair of elongated nails scraping down a chalkboard. He thrashed again, pleading with the binds to allow him to shield his ears, but his movements were too weak and pointless.
Skrrrrree, Skrrrrree
Over and over again, the same daunting shriek emerged in escalating ferocity. Crawling in painstaking slowness from the inner sanctum of the alcove of bookshelves, knocking over pages and tomes, until he could just narrowly glimpse polished steel drawing closer. His own contorted features reflected perfectly on its surface, allowing him a clear view of the grim and dusty pigmentation, as his quivering gaze witnessed Masamune skrrrrree across the floor towards him.
What terrified him the most, what made his blood run cold as ice, was the unwavering persistence of the katana's advance even when...without its owner. Its monstrous semblance was no less imposing yet, without anyone wielding it, the long sword forged ahead low to the ground and could not strike down from the heavens. Even so, why would such a peerless masterpiece need to further prove itself? One glance alone was enough to frighten anyone from challenging its capabilities.
However, for a weapon to move without its master…
'I am going insane!' He screamed in his mind, subconsciously reaching out without fully understanding what he aimed to accomplish. 'Sephiroth, Sephiroth! Stop this!'
Remarkably, the skrrrrree withdrew the instance he beseeched its master's name. When he mustered the courage to open his eyes, which he hadn't realized he'd closed, the katana showed neither to his right nor left. Feeling relieved, he sighed and collapsed against his bindings and peered up at the ceiling once more. What peeked down from overhead nearly welcomed the departure of his soul into the next world.
A pair of roseate orbs floated in the blackened space of a shifted tile. Number 52, as he had flatly named it for the last hour or so, had almost wholly fused with Brother 51 and cut the ribbon of the new portal into the netherworld. From beyond its gate, those two orbs ghosted closer to him in a haunting sway. Their advance resembled two small lanterns gleaming in a dense fog as the one controlling them inched down from the opening in the tiles.
Etiolated appendages snaked and coiled out of the abyss. In one incense time, 15 pale blue tentacles had seeped out to quiver over his body. Purple veins and a slight kiss of sea-green showed within the colouration of its unearthly form and, when its face finally leaned down from the blackness, the same attributes framed the roseate eyes. [1]
The creature's torso appeared humanoid but, even with the addition of the tentacles, the impression was that of a stick. Its arms and legs were nubs, while the creeping appendages actually wormed out from its spine; achieving nothing by means of lessening the bane of its grotesque disembodiment.
Stained bandages wrapped loosely around everything except its gleaming eyes and the few threads of long silver hair. His examination of the creature lingered on those locks of silver yet he dared not make any connections or assumptions. In the end, he blocked it from his mind and stared blankly at the tentacles bending near to him. [2]
'...d-don't.' He couldn't think of anything more effectively threatening as he shrunk away from being touched by those hideous feelers. Still, they continued their slow descent to surround him on all sides until he could narrowly make out the rest of the room. Pulsating alien flesh drew his vision to the left side and dipped to caress his shoulder and arm. His insides lurched at the viscous moisture both coating and slurping against his naked skin.
Warm bile surged up from his stomach yet he hadn't eaten for hours, maybe days, and all that he could manage was some dry heaving.
One by one, each dripping tentacle mapped across different parts of his body as if memorizing and studying him. This carried on for the amount of time it took him to count from 1 to 371. When the nauseating exam finally ceased, the complexion of his features mirrored the creature's skin tone.
Eventually, unable to tolerate anymore, oblivion ultimately came to him.
Awareness returned with the manic chuckles of Sephiroth speaking within his mind.
'...always affectionately groping...always touching where it shouldn't...is this maternal love?' The rich intensity was quite familiar to him, yet the absence of mirth or pride seemed too unbefitting to ignore. Each splintered and bellowed fragment held true revulsion and scorn. 'I despised...I was nauseated...yet every time he'd leave us alone, right here. All her affection was imposed upon me and then he'd cackle, such pleased laughter, hah-ha! "Endure this and you'll become First-Class, hahaha-hah! A superior SOLDIER! HAHA!"'
He couldn't tell who was laughing, Sephiroth or the madman. [3]
'...S-Seph…' He couldn't get the name out, because something more dreadful choked him to silence. Something coiled up the inner seam of his pants and immediately the implication of the bizarre mutterings Sephiroth had spoken blazed in warning. He writhed in panic, still unable to gain even an inch but too frightened to stop.
"No one will come…" The ex-General murmured. "Close your eyes, count."
1, 2, 3…
Some tentacles physically snapped the leather of his belt, while others used dark mucus to eat through cloth and fabric. Eventually, a few tatters of his turtleneck, his gloves, and boots were all that remained.
A foreboding wind swept over his naked form, causing him to shiver and collapse from his struggles. Again, as countless times before, exhaustion had won out and left him vulnerable and powerless. However, as instructed, he still continued to painstakingly count...
50, 51, 5-52…
'Why, why, why...stop...'
'Why stop? Will you stop being naïve? Remember, there are far worse beings in this world besides me. I am a product...of their nurturing after all. Ahaha-ha!'
Cloud endured his mocking in silence, because he couldn't refute him or ease his suffering.
~Some time later.
Something audibly click click'd. At first he thought it came from his mind but the noise echoed again, from somewhere else. He craned his neck backwards, as far as it would go, towards the direction the sound came from and glanced.
Seated in picturesque excellence, with one leg crossed over the other and an elbow leaning on top, was the formidable ex-general. One smooth cheek laid atop the palm of the hand he had propped up on his knee, as jade twinkled at him in the curve of a smile. In spite of the moodiness of his manic statements from earlier, the visual he had before him seemed quite content to watch him.
However, this did not explain the peculiar click click he had heard earlier. The smile in those flawless features grew under his scrutiny, and read into his pondered question with unmatched ease.
'I am not the one,' replied coolly within his mind. After a while, a slim finger arose to point to the ceiling and direct him with the same casual grin.
There was so much confidence in that gesture, and such reassurance that he would obediently glance up and shave even more years off his life. Yet, he didn't look away even for a second. Even as slimy coils teased his stomach and brushed his thighs apart, he could only quietly plead for Sephiroth to come save him.
'Hn.' Sephiroth clicked his tongue, and chuckled under his breath.
In an instance, he wondered if he had been toyed with again. Maybe the sound had always been one the ex-general had made, and nothing from the vile creature assaulting him. However, the disappointment he read in the man's movements seemed to suggest he had been honest and was now unimpressed.
'You are a strange one, Cloud. I'd rather you didn't compare me to that monster…'
He blinked twice in an unintelligent manner, before he comprehended the misunderstanding. For someone who could so easily read his thoughts, sometimes he overlooked what it might feel like when they acted normally. Right now, he wasn't thinking about anything but Sephiroth. Of course he would misunderstand if he couldn't fathom the emotion tied behind it. What was happening to his body felt awful, but he would never use his attraction to Sephiroth to make things easier. If anything he would rather…
'Ah, enough. That line of thought is no different,' the ex-General groaned with a slight roll of his eyes. 'Whether you fantasize about it directly or indirectly, the subject matter doesn't change. The one touching you is that, and not me.'
Remarkably, he felt a bit reassured that Sephiroth was tormenting him but not finding much enjoyment in doing so. Which meant this really was a vivid memory, a tale from the dark broodings of his adversary's mind. If anything, Sephiroth was simply...trying to make him understand? But how could this and that be the same? Reality and illusion seemed to overlap.
'Was there any doubt? I said you are here to learn, to share experiences, but I did not say they'd be exact replicas.' Sephiroth sighed in exasperation, lamenting for his parents that had bore such a dimwitted child.
He wanted to spit blood in resentment. How am I supposed to piece together the insanity of such an overly complicated man? However, an intense glare was enough to keep him docile. 'So...how much of me is this thing going to explore?' He chanced a change of topic miserably, while flashing a honeyed grimace.
'Reading ten thousand books is not the same as walking a thousand miles. We are surrounded by such rich knowledge from bookshelf to bookshelf, and now there is finally a specimen to practice on. How could it stop halfway?' Sephiroth rather matter-of-factly stated, yet the smirk on his face grew more and more until he was blatantly laughing at him. 'Hahaha-hah! We are just Gaia's lab rats, Cloud. Don't you see...'
'That's not true,' he argued, yet the howling amusement was not swayed to stop. 'Are you holding all of humanity accountable for...for…' He bit his tongue, and realized the room was abnormally quiet.
'You still don't get it. How sad.' Sephiroth muttered darkly, before straightening in his seated position and gesturing for Masamune to come to his hand. 'Tell me, if you hate your predicament then why not just stand up and fight like you always do?'
'W-What? Is that a joke?' He chimed up immediately, as if he had missed the punchline. All this time he had been struggling and trying to escape whatever had him bound. Of course he wouldn't welcome this or allow some alien abomination to touch him. The only one he wanted…
'Cloud.' With a single word, his rampant thoughts ceased and he bowed to the master of his strings. 'You are not bound. You never have been.'
'I-mpossible! You're...you're lying! I've been struggling for hours, days, and haven't been able to move. You...abandoned me here to this...freak show!' He snapped, even as Masamune tilted in the man's grasp and mirrored an image of him laying on a dust covered floor, no restraints or traces of magic in sight. 'No...no….n-no…'
'Firstly, that freak show is my Mother. Now that you've been introduced...I'll clear up a misunderstanding.' Sephiroth dispassionately announced before sending Masamune away again with a flick of his wrist. 'I wanted to educate you, but who would have predicted that you'd rather lay prone on the floor and perform some bondage skit? And, I assure you, it's been 30-minutes. I've been watching patiently from this chair the whole time.'
'...come again?' He stared blankly in embarrassed silence. 'Then...t-then why was I stripped?!' Finally asking the real questions, he glared back and forth at "alien mother" and "smug bastard son" in utter confusion.
'To further the plot? Otherwise, you'd be on this floor until Meteor struck. But "bondage youth gets cuddled by alien mother" isn't the worst film scenario for the cannon fodder in the Slums. With the right audience…'
'PLEASE, PLEASE SPARE ME!' He screamed out, while shaking his head violently. Who knew Sephiroth's dry humor could be so ridiculously shameless and crude. No, rather, how could he even imagine such a perfect human being sitting and watching porn without batting a single eyelash… ...he suddenly felt incredibly ill. And who would want that type of cuddling anyway. 'S-So...this was...you were just toying with me?'
'When did I say that?' The silver-haired angel asked so naturally, though he swore he could see the horns peeking out as the man beamed a saccharine smile. 'Now that you're lucid, you can fully appreciate what's about to happen.'
'S-Seph…' Did he really have to address the elephant in the room here? He had never been forced to question another man's kinks or private indulgences but...were mother and son really about to...rope him in for a threesome?!
His moral character felt downright strafed beyond all recognition. His own mother must be weeping buckets for him from the grave.
'R-Really, I'm norm…' He paused and realized he couldn't finish the sentence or muster the confidence to beat down the shit-eating grin staring at him. It didn't need to be said, he knew Sephiroth thrived on calling him out on his bullshit and wouldn't let him live it down if he ever referred to himself as "normal." He had stalked another man from the shadows, pined for his affection for years while dreaming about being bent over, become mind-mates with said man, and ultimately sold himself out as a traitor after a single kiss. He had some issues but, if his degree of abnormality was level 1, then what Sephiroth had in mind was 1000x more scandalous.
'Cloud.'
He could already feel tears of panic collecting at the corners of his eyes as his name whispered so suggestively from those magnificent lips. Whether he was ashamed or not, he already knew whatever Sephiroth expected of him...he would do. Even after all these years, after all the strife, he still couldn't let go of his extreme attachment and devotion. In bygone years, he'd never envisioned having a chance to even touch the general he'd idolized. Now, even if the situation was truly bizarre, could he deny the budding temptation?
Just what would Sephiroth do to him? How would he be touched?
He was far too curious...
'Oh? Too exhausted to fight again?' Sephiroth chuckled knowingly, while marveling at how easily he got riled up before suffering the usual defeat. 'You won't be able use the excuse of being "bound" this time...are you prepared?'
Did he have a choice?
Of course he wasn't prepared! His maiden body wasn't ready…
When next those alien tentacles moved, he realized once again that this was really about to happen and suddenly reached out. He didn't question what cured the unknown paralysis that had gripped him before or what underlying meaning spurred his actions...he just felt he needed something to hold onto. Being naked already made him feel vulnerable but everything was so new to him. Would it be too pathetic to want to just hold onto something familiar?
To his utter shock, Sephiroth took his outstretched hand and crouched down behind him. Seeing such a divine silhouette of perfection lowering to walk amongst mortals made his heart itch uncomfortably. He had never witnessed Sephiroth be so accommodating and careless. Didn't he realize he'd dirty himself by touching the floor? Shouldn't he be ordering him around as usual and beckoning him to crouch before him instead?
Sephiroth chuckled, "I haven't even ascended yet and your mind has already kowtowed to me thrice? If I claimed mortality would you still believe it?"
Cloud trembled, subconsciously pulling on the man's hand and seeking closeness, "You are mistaken, can't you read it in my mind? I'll share it with you again." His cheeks burned in embarrassment at his own words. Though, what reputation did he have to be concerned with anymore?
'I'm sorry...because of me, your temple has vanished and your followers have moved on. If I, If I haven't pierced you then...you'd still be immortal.'
Sephiroth stared oddly, questioning the ludicrous statements with a narrowed glance, "Ah, you are mad and confused." [4]
Cloud stared and didn't immediately refute. He knew the wording he had chosen was insanely adventurous, but had still expected Sephiroth to understand. "Years ago, when we fought in the reactor...I hurt you, I watched your halo snap to pieces. No, I saw you as a mortal being."
Sephiroth nodded, "And?"
Cloud chewed his bottom lip for a moment, then lowered his eyes, "Your position with ShinRa, your soldiers and fans are all gone…"
"Is that it? All of it?" Sephiroth laughed and adjusted his position behind him, drawing the top half of his body onto his lap. He drew his chin up with one of his fingers while using his other hand to brush aside his black trench-coat. Toned muscles and flawless skin unwrapped like a present for Cloud's greedy eyes and he almost didn't hear the words accompanying the actions. "One still remains. Look closely."
Cloud gulped nervously, but gazed as instructed. He traced every curve and defined muscle, flowed the ravine down to the navel, and finally could go no further. His features burned scarlet, his mind tempted by the most scandalous desires, yet he would never do anything more. Unless Sephiroth gave him permission he'd never act out a single fantasy.
"I, what am I s-supposed to see?" Cloud stuttered pitifully, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut, but he had been instructed so he forced himself to continue searching.
Sephiroth snatched up his wrist and directed him to a place near his midsection, and pressed his palm over the area. Skin that should be smooth felt rough and slightly raised, though the complexion matched the rest of the flesh nearby and was easy to overlook.
"Not everything is gone. This scar, and the one who created it, still remain a part of me." Sephiroth demonstrated slowly, while gauging his reaction, "Of this, I am not mistaken."
Cloud continued to trace the outline of the scar tissue even when his wrist was released, solemnly committing each detail to memory. Even though he'd never admit it to his companions or the man himself, this scar was one of his life's major regrets. If things had been different, if he had paid closer attention to the signs as Sephiroth's mind began to collapse, then he would have never had to do harm. He would have never had to…
"Mortal bodies are meant to perish. Only a god can live forever." Sephiroth chastised his unspoken regrets even before he could fully maul over them and lament. "Bow to me, follow me to the reunion, and witness my ascension. When the deed is done, I will need my most devoted to worship my immortality."
Cloud said nothing, and swallowed a taste of bitterness welling up in his throat. 'Only a god can live forever' but at what cost? Could he sacrifice a whole planet, and all its inhabitants, for a second chance? To allow Sephiroth to ascend...what should he do?
"This matter, you can consider during the prolonged journey ahead." Sephiroth soothed him, which seemed misplaced given the circumstances but one glance at the man's face proved he truly didn't care for an answer at the moment. "Why I brought you here, was not to speak of such important business," he clarified.
Something moist and bristled scraped his inner thigh, and at once he recalled his state of undress and the awkward situation.
"Oh." He breathed dumbly, unsure of how to continue but compelled to speak even if nothing but nonsense spewed from his mouth. "It's cold, can I have my clothes back?" He pleaded in as casual a tone as one asks about the weather, while expecting the previous mood to have been squandered by their serious discussions.
He was proven wrong.
"You won't be needing them." The response was matter-of-matter, and he imagined Sephiroth plucking off lint while conveying that a storm was approaching.
"T-Then...you, you weren't messing around?" Cloud choked.
Sephiroth grinned shamelessly, while patting his shoulder, "Messing around? I have answered all your inquiries honestly and still you think I am just 'messing around?' I would never strip another man as a joke."
'Then stripping a man with intent in mind is completely fine?!'
Sephiroth chuckled, 'You're asking this now, yet you do not question why a man at all?'
Truthfully, he never had considered it. If Sephiroth wanted something then it would be given to him; no questions asked. Whether man or female, such a minor concept was insignificant. His erratic fans spanned the entire gender spectrum and left no one out of the equation. There were more rumors about his sexuality and bedroom kinks than there were about his prowess on the battlefield and general association with ShinRa.
'I'm sorry, not a single person on the planet thinks you're straight. Or rather, everyone has agreed to shake hands that you're at least bisexual.'
Sephiroth was strangely quiet, and made no effort to comment on his thoughts. He had no doubts that they were heard by the other man because the hands at his shoulders seemed to claw deeper into his skin yet nothing else happened.
Finally, Sephiroth merely said, "There are exceptions."
Cloud wished he'd say more but reasonably allowed the subject to end there. After all, he doubted things would remain civil if he divulged into the endless writings and hearsay spread by a popular cult of fans named, The Silver Elite. They were the ones who brought a ceasefire to the lively debates and speculations. One hardcore fan had even claimed to be the reason Sephiroth had descended and forsaken his godhood to become a cut-sleeve. Most discerned this as preposterous but others truly took the gossip to heart and raged. That's when The Silver Elite made its initial appearance and approached these theories as a consul instead of people attacking each other separately. [5]
These overzealous fans scared him off ages ago. He seldom read their books, but understood enough of their theories to beseech the heavenly realm to destroy them before they could ever reach Sephiroth. However, the more he considered a few of their pages, chapter 97 section F seemed a little too accurate. It detailed possible Tentai interests after a peculiar mission report they'd unearth from somewhere. He still recognized the assertions as mere fictional ramblings, but such faithful imagery was quite deserving of a like or thumbs-up. [6][7]
By now Sephiroth's expression seemed blackened and the hellfire of his glare made him as remorseful as a scolded child. In the end, he'd still shared too much and silently wished a blackhole would come and swallow him up. Why did Sephiroth have to so keenly read all his memories and musings?
"So, you created this fan-group?" Sephiroth concluded darkly.
Cloud blanched and snapped away as if slapped twice, an extra one for good measures, "I'd never!" Of course he had been one of the founding members but he'd, he'd!
I abandoned them after things went too far! Some Genesis guy took over afterwards...not me! [8]
Sephiroth glared unconvinced.
Cloud stuttered, while slipping back into Sephiroth's personal space and boldly offering himself. He'd teased the formidable ex-general as being shameless countless times before, and now it was his turn to be utterly shameless, "Hey, hey, don't be so hostile towards this devout marinette...weren't you going to teach this virgin about tentacles and, and other things?"
He'd worked his magic to fumble for the most humiliating phrases he could find from chapter 97 section F in those old writings and prayed he hadn't made an outright fool of himself. However, they worked a little too well.
Genesis, I shouldn't have doubted you!
In the next moment, Cloud found himself with moistened tentacles weaved around his arms and legs, pinning him underneath the godlike man he adored. He had no idea how man and alien had maneuvered him so effortlessly into this new position in the blink of an eye, but he wasn't given much time to ponder it either.
If he had counted 15 tentacles earlier, then now they were closer to double the amount. Some were simply massaging and licking at his limbs, while keeping him firmly bound. Others were much more daring and brushed at his exposed nipples or kissed the flesh of his manhood. Any coherent thoughts were quieted or disjointed as he withered and trembled at the strange sensations assaulting his body all at once.
But it still wasn't enough, and he glimpsed that immediately as Sephiroth's catlike jades burned a bit too intensely at the edges. Soon his vision grew dark and blindness consumed him as something wound around his eyes. It felt dry and slightly itchy, like fabric in comparison to the gooey texture of all the tentacles. The blindness made his already reeling senses explode with rejuvenated tension and he opened his mouth to scream.
However, what should have been a scream baffled him to the point of questioning his own identity. Who would make such a sound? Was it me? How could I...in such a predicament?
The vibration that had rolled off his tongue was one surprisingly filled with pleasure and excitement, instead of fear and torment. He had moaned low and deep from the depths of his soul, yet couldn't understand it at all. Each caress brought a hiss of despair and eagerness from his clenched teeth, and the blackness of his vision only made him more hypersensitive.
He simply couldn't calm down. When one tremble of pleasure would end, he'd be left anticipating the next while not knowing where it would come from. Would it squeeze his nipples, twisting and worrying each bud to hardness before the feeler sucked at the tips, or would it snake between his legs to fondle and lap at his delicate sacks before coiling up his shaft in a maddening stroke? Would it dip between the groove of his plump cheeks, lapping and worrying the puckered hole, or would it pinch a little too tight and sneak into the cavern of his mouth to force him to choke down its gross appendages?
He couldn't predicate anything that was happening to him, or which sensation would come next, but he remained painfully aware of the weight on top of him and the formidable man whispering constantly into his ear.
'Tell me, Cloud, are the theories true?'
Sephiroth mocked him endlessly, deriving a warped pleasure from the fantasies of those who idolized him. Their delusions were unsatisfactory and immensely perverse, but that didn't mean they were completely outlandish. He gleaned no gratification from standing on their pedestals or being the perfect godlike SOLDIER. Sometimes he craved an escape from all their expectations and worship; so he had occasionally experimented with unconventional pleasures and welcomed different partners to his bedchambers. Gender hadn't mattered, because all anyone wanted from him was the same either way. The second he realized he could be aroused by another man, he had simply concluded that he'd now had a wider variety to choose from.
However, he still had preferences and stipulations when choosing partners. Though reputation meant little to him, as an esteemed General he had to keep his private life under-wraps and off the news. He'd be in a loathsome situation if people became too overly obsessed and bothersome. After all, ShinRa's constant demands rarely allowed him time alone.
Not to mention, he didn't want people seeking recruitment into the SOLDIER program just to warm his bed. He valued strength and worthy opponents more than his sexual pastimes, and would seldom associate with someone within ShinRa or even Midgar. Generally, during missions beyond the city walls, he'd seek out a partner or someone he could silence afterwards.
And the individuals he selected had to be first-class.
'Shall we also review chapter 69?' Sephiroth purred, actually purred!
Cloud wheezed, choking on the thick tendril occupying his mouth, as something thinner and more agile circled the quivering rim of his entrance. All this time he had been led to believe Sephiroth had never heard about any of these books or shameless writings, but the General had clearly read them! He had been abashed and apologetic for nothing. Sephiroth had perceived everything and blatantly teased him as usual.
His toes curled as a finger coated in a matching syrupy substance, oozing from the tentacles, worked its way inside him. The initial penetration burned for a brief moment but actually didn't cause him considerable discomfort. When a second finger joined and began stretching and scissoring him, however, he couldn't avoid the stinging pain that made him clench down.
Immediately, he wanted to scream for the fingers to be removed yet he couldn't even if he wanted to with his mouth currently occupied. Instead he wiggled and thrashed when a third one slipped inside. Beads of tears trickled down his cheeks as he whimpered pitifully and couldn't seem to calm down or relax his internal muscles.
When he suffered the alarming tear of a fourth finger seeking to push inside him, Cloud finally unashamedly begged for Sephiroth to forgive him and be kinder to him. 'I-I told him to stop printing nonsense but he said to continue. I just wanted to know more about you. I haven't written a single word! Please...slow down, I don't know anything about this, it's...you're my first.'
At this point he couldn't decipher the difference between Genesis' smut and his saccharine begs for mercy. Chapter 69 had been a tasteless joke amongst their peers and suggested the trademark oral position, however the content had nothing to do with it at all. The title existed as a red-herring to disguise the intense topic of the chapter, and to obviously trick people into broadening their horizon. It had not been his idea, but he had fully read what was written. Which was why he begged and hoped Sephiroth wouldn't stretch him any more.
'Slow down isn't the same as asking me to stop.' Sephiroth responded, yet did not force him any further.
'You don't need to stop,' Cloud replied thoughtlessly, then froze as he realized how improper that sounded. Did I just invite him to continue after pleading with him to stop?! He wanted the ground to swallow him up, but instead he simply waved his soul goodbye.
'Oh, what's this? Do you think you can handle whatever I want?' Sephiroth baited, curious as to how far he'd push his virginal insides to accommodate him.
Cloud whimpered, striving to barricade his mind from the intrusive man but knowing he could never accomplish it. To be honest, though he struggled and fought against it, his heart would always yearn to give Sephiroth whatever he craved. Even if it destroyed him.
'Next time.' Sephiroth amended after a while, and spared him deeper stretching. Those three fingers, however, continued preparing him at a much slower pace; permitting him an opportunity to simmer down.
Even so, what really soothed him was the proposition of next time that pulled at his heartstrings.
When his body was stretched and ready, Sephiroth removed his fingers. Then the man's weight vanished before the world fluctuated as those tentacles hoisted him from the ground.
Stalwart tendrils maneuvered him so seamlessly that he hardly registered the repositioning except for the soft limbs cushioning his backside. Other, thinner appendages wound like shackles around his wrists and linked his arms above his head; the remaining feelers entwined his abdomen and thighs to keep his legs spread and arched.
Darkness plagued him throughout the process, and overloaded him with nervousness as he became more and more aware of the humiliating exposure of his nether regions. To make matters worse, each hydrous 'gurgle gurgle' from the creature reverberated against him and caused him to forcibly spasm as its tactile organs savoured the most sensatory parts of his body.
By the time Sephiroth's hands returned, the temperature radiating from Cloud had risen to a scorching flush which rippled under the frost and snow of his touch. His skilled fingertips caressed down the expanse of Cloud's inner thighs, gripping and adjusting their positioning as he maneuvered between them. Eventually, he seized the delicate buns of Cloud's ass into his firm grip and pressed the head of something far more monstrous than a few fingers to the puckered hole suspended tantalizingly in front of him.
Anticipation and fear surged inside Cloud as that bulbous tip stroked and teased the outer ring of his entrance. The more Sephiroth teased him, the more its sheer girth and stiffness frightened him. Because of the blindfold he could not appreciate or distinguish its full overwhelming size but what pressed against him seemed far too immense for such a small opening. Instinctively, he pleaded such elegant lines as "be gentle" or "go slow" while struggling admirably to relax his anus. However, when Sephiroth's manhood drove beyond the first ring of muscles he nearly fainted.
Earlier he had determined that Sephiroth had stretched him so generously for the sake of chapter 69 but, judging from the rock-hard pillar nearly tearing him in half, that may not have been the reason. Seriously, what type of deadly weapon had he been hiding all this time?!
Sephiroth had always worn such taut leather pants… ...this had been why everyone had looked left and right and then talked of other things anytime this topic arose. No one ever plucked up the courage to question what heavenly blessing remained tucked away from wandering eyes.
Cloud's thighs rubbed and squeezed Sephiroth's waist as his fingernails dug into the organic bindings encircling his hands and wrists. Strangled breathes escaped unevenly from his nostrils; his lungs burning as he suckled on the appendages wiggling in his mouth. Each push Sephiroth made to thrust further inside was mirrored by the creature as it seemed intent on exploring the depths of his throat. His vision clouded as he was forced to simultaneously accommodate them both until a maddening arch tore through his resolve.
Shaking and trembling he endured as Sephiroth sheathed deeper and deeper inside. His chest heaved sporadically as he strained to welcome everything Sephiroth had to offer, yet he couldn't deny the suffocating feeling like he was being murdered. When something brushed against his cheek the emotions amassed into pained whimpers before he could hold them back. After a while, he finally realized Sephiroth had cupped and caressed his cheek. Surprisingly, the touch was full of tenderness and warmth; he unconsciously leaned in.
Sephiroth, 'You're crying.'
I am...?
Everything hurt so badly and, for some reason, his body simply refused to adjust. Even so, the intense discomfort wasn't something he'd sob from. What probably wounded him the most, and caused his tears, was the stress of feeling inadequate. He had dreamed of sharing his first-time with Sephiroth for years, and now he was frightened that their bodies just weren't compatible.
Sephiroth, 'Shall we, stop here for now?'
Each spoken word seemed compassionate and understanding, tempting him to believe Sephiroth would not abandon him if he couldn't fully satisfy him. Yet the undertone echoing within his mind carried something else entirely. Instead of anger or rage as he had expected, the resonance of Sephiroth's voice seemed labored and self-restrained. I've never heard him like this…
Then it dawned on him that perhaps, perhaps his incompetence and naivety had indeed driven Sephiroth to find him unappealing, as he had feared? Could this be the final blow of him hissing through clenched teeth and utterly regretting seeking intimacy with him? Had he fucked up and performed so poorly that Sephiroth couldn't stand him anymore...
Cloud panicked and blathered broken pleas, 'I-I...can take it all. D-Don't stop...please, please keep g-going…' He refused to give up now. Even if there would be no more next time, there was no point backing out now. He'd dreamed of being intimate like this――well not exactly like this...but this wasn't so bad. So, as long as Sephiroth didn't leave him, then he would endure any pain and humiliation.
To his utter surprise, Sephiroth simply hissed, '...too tight,' and suddenly he discovered his foolish mistake. Sephiroth hadn't been rejecting him but rather...
He was feeling good? Cloud's thighs massaged the man's sides and held on like a vice. Knowing that Sephiroth was still interested in him made him more confident, and gave him an idea. As a man as well, of course he understood the torture Sephiroth must be in and how troublesome it must be to be forced to hold back for so long. From the beginning, Sephiroth could have merely thrust inside and sated his own urges yet he was driving himself mad trying to give him time to loosen up. If he wasn't so inexperienced he would have understood this sooner; he'd sacrifice the last of his pride to redeem himself.
'P-Please M-Master, give it to me all at once! S-Stir me up inside, d-don't stop until you're s-satisfied.' Cloud shamelessly recited the lines he had read a long time ago, only stuttering a few times as he screamed the lines in the link between them. By now his dignity had been buried deeper than Sector 7.
Sephiroth stared at him long and hard. Then shook his head, 'Enough. I'll destroy every single one of those abominations. Don't you dare read another.'
Confession…
...I've read them all.
Sephiroth ignored him, 'There is a better solution.'
.[Ridiculously Long One-Shot End; I kid...there is a part-two].
A/N: I hesitated so much but, in the end, this exists. Hah-ha! Unfortunately for me, I couldn't finish everything at once so there will need to be a part two for this one. This has carried on longer than what I deem the length of an 'one-shot' so I'll save face and continue in another chapter. The juicy bits will conclude then, and we'll finally learn how Sephiroth intends to solve big dick problems. :3
Also, don't expect all of these bizarre one-shots to be so lengthy. I should have stopped rambling ages ago, but I started to laugh and then I couldn't stop or focus on the purpose. There is so much nonsense here but, of course, there wasn't any intent to make this serious to begin with. I just hope some of y'all enjoy this. :) If not, there is more to come and with it...other opportunities.
~ Subscripts:
[1]. One incense time: a poetic way of referring to a short time span, generally 5 minutes.
[2]. Locks of silver: The elderly aside, silver hair isn't common. So instinctively, he'd consider it related to Sephiroth.
[3]. The madman: Cough, Hojo, cough. Or is 'the madman' Sephiroth's other side...ooooh. It's not.
[4]. Mad: Just to clarify, this is the 'mad' as in insane instead of angry.
[5]. Cut sleeve: often used to refer to homosexuality, more explicitly, male same-sex love.
[6]. Tentai: slang; a kind of hentai that includes tentacles, or "henticles."
[7]. Like or thumbs-up: Obvious modern day references to up-voting a post or showing appreciation for shared content.
[8]. Genesis: To clarify, Cloud has never met Genesis in person in this storyline. He merely knows of him as the author of those books and by hearsay. Additionally, to address the timeline and age, think of it as two like-minded pen-pals exchanging letters/texts. They have never met or exchanged personal information but they speak fondly of each other like best friends.