Author's Note: Cloud gets his wish but learns the age-old lesson of 'be careful what you wish for'. PLENTY of warnings for this chapter, my minions: strong sexual content, asphyxiation, Lolita-styled themes, gore. Enter at your peril.
CHAPTER 20: House of Horrors
Ditching the silver-haired Host proved more difficult than Cloud initially thought. Thunder cracked from the sky; specks of rain dropped thicker. His hands deep in his jacket's pockets, he increased his walk's pace and shoved past a mascot and woman in the middle of a selfie photo shoot. No matter how far he went or how fast he moved, however, the familiar dark figure loomed at the corner of his eyes. Sephiroth's tall ominous reflection danced across the shiny surfaces of windows and metals.
Cloud breathed out. Balloons, people, and carnival rides impeded much of his vision but he could still spot the Host in the midst of the chaos. Even as thousands of attendees offered him coverage, Sephiroth somehow found him. He'd successfully pluck him from the crowd; bizarre green eyes shining from the distance. The Host was relentless. Cloud suspected Sephiroth could catch up to him at any time. Experience as a hunter taught him to recognize the telltale signs of a cat-and-mouse game.
This was a hunt.
It would've been so much easier to confront Sephiroth and directly tell him to fuck off, that he wanted to be left alone. But Cloud couldn't. The constant cock teasing tonight had left him impatient and frustrated. He also refused to admit he'd become someone's sport. The idea that a greater hunter prowled these streets besides him irritated the Nibelheim native even more. Quietly cursing in his Nibel tongue, Cloud became more and more determined to win this game of skill and chance.
Basic instincts set in. An adrenaline rush gave Cloud the fuel he needed to keep moving. His body squeezed through groups of people and edged toward opened spaces. His agility and speed played in his favor, seamlessly moving into the chaos as silently and fast as he could. He only broke into a run whenever the opportunity for it came up. Even then, he stuck to the shadows and condensed spots, using the environment to conceal him. Cloud's steel blue eyes darted to nearby signs and attractions, meanwhile. He tried to locate the way back to the carnival's huge entrance gates.
At some point, Cloud no longer spotted Sephiroth among the crowd or in his peripheral view. A corner of his mouth rose at the thought that he finally lost him and won this cat-and-mouse chase. Perhaps the cat had given up. Pausing, Cloud stood in the middle of a crowded spot by the food court. He wanted to check his surroundings one more time to confirm Sephiroth's absence. The green swirly lights caused by the mako-infused drug in his system brightened and intensified, however. He suddenly felt dizzy. Stumbling backwards, he barely managed to stay on his feet.
Cloud blinked several times. Colorful balloons appeared everywhere. He could hear the laughter from pasty-white clowns echo in each direction. The carnival rides spun around him. Faster and faster they went. Disoriented, Cloud covered his mouth. His throat burned from an acidic flavor of something he'd eaten earlier. He swallowed it back down with a grimace.
It wasn't a good idea to stay out in the open like this for long, Cloud decided. His best chance at making sure he lost Sephiroth was to retreat inside one of the attractions and wait it out for a while. Turning to the nearest place to hide in, Cloud frowned when he discovered a three-storied haunted house.
House of Horrors: Enter at your Peril read a giant billboard sign.
Its cracked windows bathed with red light. Cloud could see tall silhouettes clawing at the windows' glass from the inside. It gave the appearance of damned souls trapped, desperately wanting to get out. At the porch, a hooded figure rocked back and forth on a wooden chair. At first, Cloud mistook it for Sephiroth, thinking he had cleverly disguised himself to catch him off guard. The seated figure awkwardly turned and cackled at him, however. Its overdramatic bellowing noise indicated it was a mechanical prop. It remained seated while Cloud took his first steps inside the dimly lit attraction.
As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a cracked female voice that echoed from the darkness. "Ah, what's this? A lamb has arrived at our doorsteps? Oh, my! Come, come, little lamb. You are welcomed. Alas, a firm warning for you, little lamb: you may become a permanent resident here. Ha, ha, ha!"
Foreboding music and bloodcurdling screams accompanied Cloud as he ventured into the haunted house. Based off a hillbilly hoarder's home, there was clutter everywhere. Green strobe lights revealed glimpses of fake rats, cockroaches, and cobwebs. Stacks of newspapers and books filled up wooden shelves while worms spilled out of pots and dishes in the kitchen area. Somewhere in the close distance, a blaring horn blew loudly. Vague shadows emerged here and there from inside the gaps of walls and floor panels. At times, an actor, dressed in dirty overalls and donned in a bloodied mask, would pop out of a hole and lunge at him with a fake chainsaw.
"Fuck…" Cloud nearly bit his tongue as he backed away.
He mentally kicked himself for choosing this attraction as his hide-out spot. Thankfully, other attendees explored the haunted house with him. Cloud followed the largest group. Trying to blend in, he kept to himself. His eyes darted left to right as he dreaded the possibility of seeing a certain tall dark figure here.
The uneven floor boards creaked with each step Cloud took. He traveled with the others to a dining area where the walls bled with fake blood. A family of seven sat there. Each of them wore enormous-sized Goblin masks; a red substance outlined the shapes of their grotesque mouths. Dismembered human remains were scattered across a long wooden table with lit candles. At the center of the dining table, a female actor lay tied and screaming. She begged the group to save her. Cloud bit into his lower lip. The helpless woman's cries for help sounded eerily similar to Tifa's scream when she fell off the bridge.
While the pack of adventure-goers took pictures of the deranged setup with their PHS devices, Cloud's own phone vibrated in his pocket. Returned to him when he arrived at the carnival, he'd nearly forgotten about it. He contemplated calling Ele' to pick him up but noticed a new text message from an unknown number.
Unknown (11:02PM): Chocobo, Chocobo, where are you going, Chocobo? You flap your wings and aim for the sky. Silly bird, don'tcha know you can't fly?
Cloud froze in place. He immediately recognized the verse. It was the same annoying tune that constantly played at Chocobo Chow. Cloud's pulse quickened. Already suspecting who messaged him this, his eyes checked his immediate surroundings.
Was Sephiroth nearby?
By now, the party moved onto the next area. The blond-haired youth didn't waste time following them. He positioned himself in the middle of the group, trying to hide as much of himself as he could. A dark and extremely narrow hallway covered in fake cobwebs greeted them. It seemed to go on forever. Paintings hung crookedly on dusty flower-patterned walls.
Surrounded by fake screams and ghouls that randomly popped out of the paintings, Cloud gripped his PHS. Again, he regretted coming here. This had to be one of the stupidest decisions he ever made. Given his current situation, paranoia had taken hold of his senses. Nearly everything made him jump, including the ridiculous spooky music that cracked and blared from ceiling speakers.
His phone buzzed again. Cloud glanced down at the incoming text.
Unknown (11:07PM): Naughty, Chocobo, naughty. Chocobo run, run, run. To the fields of green with the blazing sun. I'll catch you yet before this day is done.
Not since that day he'd confronted the Fenrir had Cloud experienced such raw instinctual-based emotions – or for that matter, felt so alive. That sensation typically came with every hunt. As such, he wasn't sure if the shiver that ran up his spine right now came from anger, anxiety, or… excitement. Holding his breath, Cloud's cock twitched inside his jeans.
Thankfully, the disorientation he had experienced earlier dissipated a little. The green lights still swirled around him but he managed to stay alert. Again, he wondered if Sephiroth was near. Did he pick up his trail? Or were these text messages intended to fuck with his head? Cloud followed the group to the next room regardless of the answers. While he doubted Sephiroth knew of his current whereabouts, the message confirmed he hadn't given up the chase. He needed to keep moving.
Blue strobe lights repeatedly flashed in the next room. Fog puffed out from all directions. Cloud blinked several times through it and crunched his nose. Cinnamon incense burned in the air. The cluster of attendees advanced forward. As they did, they encountered a mirror that ran along a large section of the floor. It created the illusion of a deep pit. Cloud's group cautiously walked around it.
Up ahead was a wooden staircase that led up to the second level of the haunted house. Cloud instantly gulped down spit when he noticed several black robed figures standing by the flight of steps. Cloaked in all black, they reminded him of Sephiroth.
Again, his PHS buzzed.
Unknown (11:12PM): Chocobo, Chocobo. Why are you running, Chocobo? To reach the fields of green with the blazing sun? Oh how your feathers shine gold as you run, run, run.
One of the shadowy figures reached out to a terrified couple. Their screams prompted the whole group to make a break for the stairs. Even as his arms and legs felt heavy and slow, Cloud followed suit. His heart pounded against his chest. He maneuvered around the dark robed figures that lashed out at him, half expecting one of them to display those familiar, bizarre green eyes. The young man nearly tripped as he climbed up the stairs. Cloud cursed at his own clumsiness.
Fuck. He was losing his composure. Sephiroth's non-stop text messages were getting to him.
Once Cloud reached the top of the platform, he found himself at a poorly maintained library with a tall ceiling. It was another area dominated by darkness and flashing strobe lights. Cloud grew unsettled here. Multiple decayed bodies hung from above. Their skeletal figures wore tattered clothes and dangled against a light breeze. For Cloud, it reminded him of the smiling corpse in the museum. His lips went dry. Quickly, he moved passed a wall where a movie projector played a vintage black-and-white film clip on it. No sound came from it.
Following the other attendees, Cloud spotted another staircase straight ahead. It led to the final floor of the haunted house attraction. He eagerly made his way to the stairs but accidentally got too close to one of the hanging bodies. It abruptly convulsed and screamed.
"Ha ha ha! Death comes for you," the corpse declared and manically laughed at him. "Run, run, run!"
Jumping back with a yell, Cloud tripped over a stack of books on the floor and fell. His heart skipped a beat. Looking up at the suspended mechanical body that continued to laugh at him, his breath got caught midway in his throat. He wanted to puke.
It took Cloud an eternity to regain his senses again. Still on the ground, he cursed aloud and angrily tossed one of the books he had tripped over at the corpse. The phone in his hand vibrated again.
Unknown (11:18PM): Chocobo, Chocobo. What are you doing, Chocobo? Pounce, stomp, you wark out loud. Such a feisty beast with a great wicked sound.
Cloud froze in place.
Was… Sephiroth here? In this room? Right now? From the floor, Cloud tried to stay hidden in shadow. He looked around. The non-stop rapid blinking of strobe lights started to make his head hurt. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his glossed face while his wild eyes glanced at the hanging bodies again as well as the attendees in the room with him. It was still too dark to get a good visual, not to mention, too many blind spots. As the movie projector continued to play the film, various tall shadows appeared on it.
Another incoming message came.
Unknown (11:19PM): Chocobo, Chocobo. You're mine now, pretty Chocobo. Hush, you squalling thing, hear what I say. We'll stalk the fields together, somehow, someday.
Unknown (11:19PM): Chocobo, Chocobo. You're mine now, pretty Chocobo.
Unknown (11:19PM): Chocobo, Chocobo. You're mine now, pretty Chocobo.
Unknown (11:19PM): Chocobo, Chocobo. You're mine now, pretty Chocobo.
Weary of this room, Cloud forced himself to get on his feet. He retreated up the stairs to the House of Horrors' final floor. Hopefully, there'd be coverage there. As he dashed up the steps, a sense of irony hit Cloud. To fucking think, he used to roll his eyes at all the blond-haired bimbos that went for the stairs to escape their assailant in those horror B-movies…
At the attic of the haunted house, purple light colored the area. Stuffed toys lay scattered across the floor, including a giant white Moogle doll with beady red eyes. Thousands of scribbled drawings, all containing demented faces, covered the walls. Fake thunder struck at random intervals while the sound of actual rain outside tapped against the roof.
A large single bed sat at the middle of the room. Covered by veiled curtains, the purple light of the room illuminated through them. It revealed the silhouette of a female tied to the bed posts. Under her bed rested a large monster with claws. Its motion sensors automatically caused it to roar and thrash at anyone who came near it.
Several attendees wandered around the Children's Playroom. As a nursery piano tune played from a vintage record player, Cloud took a step forward and accidentally knocked over a block set. Perfect. This entire situation was getting on his nerves. He still wasn't sure if Sephiroth found him or screwed with his head to make him think he did. Cloud decided to find a good spot to hide in regardless, one that would provide a good view of the layout and present people. That was the strategy he took whenever he had trouble locating an elusive predator.
Cloud discovered a closet at the corner of the attic. It had potential. He quickly frowned when he tried the doorknob and realized the entire closet was made of polystyrene foam.
"Well, ain't that just peachy…" the boy spat under his breath and growled.
Cloud kept his eyes at the attic's entrance. Various voices echoed from the stairs that led up here. When multiple footsteps approached, he entertained the possibility of Sephiroth being among them. Not wasting any more time, Cloud checked the closes thing next to him: the curtained bed.
The monster under it swayed back and forth, its claws lashing at him. No good. He couldn't hide down there. The monster took up too much space and made too much noise. It would undeniably draw attention to that spot – to him. Cloud observed the mattress next. Slightly pulling back the veiled curtains, he discovered enough room for him on the bed. He could hide under the covers and no one would think twice about it; they'd think he was either a mannequin or hired actor intended to be there.
His decision made, Cloud slipped through the curtains and closed them behind him before anyone noticed. He grimaced at the female prop chained to the mattress. With disheveled black hair and yellow beady eyes, her fake intestines spilled out. Red blood oozed out of the corner of her eyes and mouth. Her body mechanically convulsed while she laughed at him.
"Fuck it…" Cloud muttered and quickly slipped under the covers, right next to the demon-possessed girl. He made sure to shut off his phone to prevent it from buzzing.
For a while, he lay still. Cloud could hear the people outside his bed chamber move about. Their laughter or screams echoed along with the sound of thunder and haunting piano melodies. Unfortunately, Cloud couldn't see anything from under the bloodied bedsheets. He didn't know if the Host stood among them or not. For all he knew, Sephiroth was never here and his own imagination got the best of him.
Minutes passed without incident. From time to time, the monster under his bed reacted to someone approaching the bed. It roared and stirred. Cloud grew tensed each time.
Thankfully, most of the visitors kept their distance. They likely thought it was against the rules to interact with the haunted house's settings and props. The rebellious few people that did check behind the curtain focused only on the demon-possessed girl. Cloud could hear the clicks of their cameras as they snapped pictures of the prop. Even as her body briefly vibrated and laughed, no one investigated the covered lumped body lying next to her.
Becoming more relaxed, Cloud got used to the growling sounds of the monster under his bed whenever some curious passerby approached. He soon debated on an appropriate time to leave. It wasn't his intention to stay here forever, constantly listening to creepy music, thunder, giggles and screams. Not to mention, the carnival would start shutting down by midnight. Cloud shifted under the covers of the bed. He wanted to turn on his PHS to check the current time.
The monster under the bed suddenly lashed out. It growled non-stop. Cloud's body became rigid when he sensed a presence close by. It was immediately followed by the scent of vanilla and rose. A moment later, the bed sheets were pulled aside.
"Found you, Chocobo," Sephiroth whispered down to him.
With the curtains closed behind him, Sephiroth's dark figure stood like an imposing statue at the foot of the bed; green eyes ablaze. The Host's voice sounded so low and smooth, Cloud barely heard it above the attic's music and sound effects. He held his breath.
"How did you find me…?" Cloud finally uttered back.
"I have my ways," was all Sephiroth said.
The Host slowly climbed on the bed and mounted Cloud. Trapping him in place with his long legs, Sephiroth propped himself up by placing an arm on both sides of Cloud's face. The Host bent his head down. His long silver hair fell over them like curtains. Their lips were just inches apart.
"That was the most thrilling experience I've had in a long, long time," Sephiroth confessed with a small smile. His green eyes illuminated brightly again. "I almost lost you at one point. Almost."
Cloud breathed out, feeling disappointed he lost the game. The Host proved more persistent, patient, and clever than any predator he'd competed with. Bitterly, he barked, "Screw you. Between your stalking and text messages, you're probably the most terrifying creature in this place."
"My apologies. I can be very persistent and creative whenever I want something."
Warmth spread across Cloud's face and neck. Underneath Sephiroth, he stared up at those inviting lips a few inches away. That bundle of confusing emotions and sensations resurfaced in him.
It was as if he were dealing with two facades of Sephiroth. One appeared as the cordial well-mannered man he saw right now. The other? It was a foreboding presence that tingled all of Cloud's senses with terror and exhilaration. His cock painfully curled in his jeans. He tried to readjust his position so that Sephiroth wouldn't notice it. As he did, he surprisingly discovered he wasn't the only one aroused.
"Does this… get you off?" Cloud said slowly. "Seeing me scared shitless?"
Sitting on him, Sephiroth shifted forward. His entrapped erection pushed against Cloud's. "I've noticed you make fascinating sounds and expressions whenever you're… unglued."
"You're weird…" Cloud barely choked back a scoff. Their close proximity and the heat that emanated from Sephiroth made it difficult to breathe slow and steady. The next words that came next were nearly lost to the background noise. "Then again, I'm weird too, I guess…"
Spooky melodies and shrieks continued to play around them. Neither man cared for them. They stared at each other, ignoring the attendees outside their bed chamber and dead-possessed girl beside them. After an absence of words had gone on long enough, Sephiroth spoke again. He shut his eyes and drew his face closer until their foreheads touched. The scent of vanilla and rose dominated the air.
"You have a date tomorrow, is that correct?"
Reveling in Sephiroth's warmth and closeness thus far, Cloud paused. The question caught him off guard. He looked up and managed to confirm his plans with a simple, "…Yeah."
"Have you decided on a suitable activity for this date?"
Cloud halfway expected Sephiroth to sound upset by this news – Was it against the rules to date someone while seeing a Host? Already, he regretted disclosing this information to him earlier. It was a petty thing to do in hindsight. Thankfully, the Host man did not appear offended. If anything, he seemed to approve the set-up. The handsome Host opened his eyes and gently caressed the side of Cloud's face with a gloved hand.
"We're going to have dinner then watch Loveless," Cloud answered back at last.
"Loveless?" At this, Sephiroth's hand briefly stopped. He frowned. "That sounds absolutely dreadful."
"I dunno. She wanted to see it."
"She?" A silvery brow shot up. Sephiroth sounded mirthful when he openly mused, "Is this the same woman you finger-fucked before seeing me?"
The direct delivery of his question made Cloud's skin burn up several degrees higher. He couldn't come up with a response. This entire conversation sounded surreal to his ears.
As if sensing his distress, Sephiroth softly laughed. His hand settled on Cloud's neck now. He traced its long shape with a thumb, soon gliding over the protruding bump at its center. "I'm not surprised you've caught the interest of others. A beautiful boy like you would. You've certainly intrigued me."
"You intrigue me too…" Cloud quietly confessed, losing himself to Sephiroth's pools of green eyes and the shape of his mouth. He developed a strong desire to smash their lips together and slip his tongue deep inside. The Host was within his reach.
"It's rare I get a rise out of anything or anyone these days," the Host confessed shortly after. He pulled away from Cloud and sat upright. His arms now fell to his sides. "You were correct in saying that you are different from the others."
Cloud looked up, admittedly disappointed Sephiroth was no longer in his reach.
"Perhaps I will share a secret with you," the Host contemplated in a low voice. Sephiroth started to slip off his leather black gloves. "It will be a secret I haven't shared with my other clients. Consider it an award for amusing me tonight, boy."
Directing his attention at Sephiroth's slender bare hands, Cloud admired their flawless skin and form. "What kind of secret are we talking here?"
"The truth." Removing his black coat next, Sephiroth slid his arms out of the sleeves and mentioned, "Before, you asked about the child, the one who bears similar features to me. You recall this, yes?"
Cloud nodded and watched the Host fold his jacket. It'd been done with absolute care and precision.
"As I predicted," Sephiroth continued, "you did not understand my answer."
"I didn't mean to be an ass about it," Cloud mumbled back, half apologizing. "You just… confused me. You two are one and the same? What does that even mean?"
"I will settle the matter for you soon. Just know that no other individual, outside my close associates, have witnessed my… unique talents." Sephiroth's pale hands reached the collar of his blouse. He began undoing each button one at a time. "I'm positive Zack has mentioned something about it. Yes?"
It took Cloud a moment to respond. He watched the ivory flesh of the Host become exposed inch by inch. Even when he'd already seen Sephiroth naked, the sight of him still sent a wave of warmth down his body. Cloud miraculously rediscovered the use of his mouth and divulged, "Zack only told me you weren't like other people; you were different."
"I am different. Ever since I was small, I felt different in more ways than I wanted to admit…" There was a low, solemn note in his voice. Sephiroth's eyes were set low as he removed his shirt.
Again, the Host took his time. He neatly folded his blouse before placing it to the side. Afterward, he got off Cloud and moved away to sit at the edge of the bed.
Cloud propped himself up by the elbows to get a better look at him. He didn't speak, confused by the man's current actions. Sephiroth undid the long zipper that ran the lengths of his boots and slipped them off, revealing his bare feet. When the Host's hands reached for the latch of his leather pants, Cloud's mouth opened.
"W-what are you doing…?"
Sephiroth briefly glanced back at Cloud. His silvery hair fell over one shoulder. Despite half of his face covered in shadow, his features and eyes softened. "This is… necessary."
And that was all he said. Sephiroth stood. He stayed by the edge of the bed and bent over to pull off his trousers. His long lean legs slipped out one at a time. Wearing no underwear, it was the last article on his person. Sephiroth rose to full height and stayed at his spot. He didn't move.
Because the Host's hair was so long, it obstructed a lot of his back's structure from Cloud's view. Cloud caught only glimpses of toned muscles here and there. The godly sight of this man made him hope this was his award. But the atmosphere felt a lot different from the time they bathed together. There was nothing sensual about it. The Host had yet to turn around. If anything, Sephiroth seemed… hesitant.
Lying on the bed, Cloud leaned toward the Host's direction. "Is something wrong?"
Fully naked, Sephiroth turned his body to face Cloud. His green eyes intensified in saturation while elegant features conveyed a blank expression. "Are you ready to see?"
See? Cloud had no idea what he meant by that.
"After this, there is no turning back," Sephiroth warned. He climbed on the bed and crawled toward him until they sat inches apart from each other again. "Are you ready to see?"
The sight of Sephiroth's pale and perfect flesh made Cloud grip the sheets of the mattress tightly – gods, this man was beautiful. His face… His body… Cloud's anxious young nature couldn't help itself as he looked at him. Blue eyes followed the silvery trail that led to Sephiroth's lower regions. He could see the extent of a proud want there. The skin fully stretched out, that lovely vein he adored so much appeared.
Cloud's heated eyes met the Host's face again. "I'm ready to see whatever you want me to see."
Sephiroth bowed his head and nodded in silence. His thick locks of silver hair fell over his face.
At first, nothing happened. A type of calmness settled in. Even when the fake screams and piano played in the background, time itself came to a crawl. Cloud did not know what to make of it. Neither of them moved nor spoke. Something seemed amiss as the silence prevailed longer than he was comfortable with. Cloud considered speaking but no words left his mouth when he noticed a peculiar thing happen at last. His lips parted in surprise.
Those odd tentacles of light returned, brighter than ever. The unique green aura that always surrounded Sephiroth intensified. This time, the tentacles spread out of his back like massive bird wings. There were seven of them. Cloud's heart pounded in his chest. He scooted backwards on the bed, as far as he could until he hit the metal back frame. Blinking several times, the light burned his eyes. Considering how no one in the Children's Playroom reacted to this incredible phenomenon, Cloud concluded the mako-induced drug in his system enabled him to see it.
The effects of mako… the essence of the Planet… it was all extraordinary. And terrifying.
Cloud managed to keep his eyes opened. By now, the light engulfed the Host's entire body until he became a silhouette. Cloud blinked tears out of his eyes. His expression changed to one of confusion when the outline of Sephiroth changed. The Host's size became significantly smaller. Thinner. His long silvery hair shortened while the well-defined structure of his body reduced to a softer lithe shape. The white light started to dissipate. With that, the outstretched tentacles retracted and disappeared.
His heart still pounding fast, Cloud immediately wanted to check on Sephiroth's condition; to determine what the fuck just happened. His eyes widened, however, when the light finally faded and his eyes fell upon a hunched child no more than ten-years-old. The youth lifted his face to meet Cloud's.
Jade-colored eyes. Shorty wavy hair. Ivory skin. It was the same boy Cloud had encountered several times before. It was the same boy he was supposed to meet tonight. And it was the same boy who apparently shared the name of his Host.
Sephiroth.
The ability to speak and think became a labored affair for Cloud. He briefly shut his eyes, not trusting them. Surely, this had to be the mako-laced weed screwing with his mind again. Right? Maybe there was some LSD mixed into the batch and Sephiroth didn't tell him. It'd explain the far-fetched illusions. As he opened his eyes, Cloud expected to see a fully grown man and not a child. That didn't happen.
Cloud spat out the first thing that came to his head: "What. The. Hell?"
There were a million of other questions to ask, but that seemed the best he could come up with given his mentally incapacitated state. Seeing Sephiroth change from man to child… it wasn't possible. It wasn't real. It just could not happen.
A smile crept at the corner of the child's ruby lips. His pale skin softly glowed under the purple lighting of the attic. "Do you finally see, boy?" he spoke at last.
"Boy?" Cloud couldn't help but repeat that word as soon as he got his lips working again. Despite losing his mind and sanity, he hadn't lost his snarky attitude. "You're calling me a boy? I'm not the one who just changed into a kid!"
Cloud didn't realize how loud he yelled until footsteps of a passerby approached. Damn it. He'd forgotten about the other attendees in the Children's Playroom with him. Children's Playroom… what an appropriate place to be right now. His heart skipping a beat, Cloud snatched Sephiroth and pulled his tiny naked form under the bed sheets with him.
"Something a matter?" Sephiroth murmured as they stared at each other while under the covers, their bodies close together. He offered an innocent smile that was anything but innocent.
"What's the matter? Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. Besides the fact you changed. You changed from a man to a child right before my eyes. And now I'm about to get caught in bed with a naked kid and labeled a pedophile for the rest of my life, thank-you-very-much," Cloud blurted back without taking a second to breathe.
"But I'm not a child."
"Could've fooled me." When the footsteps got closer, Cloud covered Sephiroth's mouth with a hand. "Shut up. Stay still."
Cloud sucked on his lower lip as he waited for the curious wanderer to move on from their spot. The monster under the bed growled while the demon-possessed girl nearby giggled and automatically trembled next to them. There was the familiar sound of a camera clicking. The camera's flash lit brightly.
Sephiroth thankfully remained quiet. However, when Cloud removed his hand he noticed a crooked smile on his face. It was then he noticed a knee between his legs. It pressed against his budge. Cloud held back a curse word and glared at the child.
"Stop that…" he whispered as low as he could.
There was no denying how beautiful Sephiroth looked – whether as a man or a child. A celestial aura encircled him wherever he went and whatever he looked like. But despite being enamored by Sephiroth, even admiring his angelic beauty right now, seeing him naked like this made Cloud… uneasy. Recalling how much Sephiroth enjoyed seeing him unglued, he frowned when the boy ignored his command and pushed his knee up against his budge again.
By the grace of Shiva, it didn't take long for the person outside their bed to leave. Alone again, Cloud didn't waste any time putting distance between him and this very young, very illegal-of-age Host.
Cloud pushed away the sheets and sat up, ready to get off the bed now. However, Sephiroth's hand reached out and clasped onto his wrist. The child swiftly shoved him back down onto the mattress and climbed on top of him. Sephiroth pinned him with both hands. His swiftness and strength proved incredible despite his smaller form. Stunned by it, Cloud lied still and stared up. He couldn't express into words what distressed him the most or why it did. It might've been a combination of things.
In the end, he didn't know or want to know.
"How is this even possible?" Cloud demanded, deeply invested in the questions that wildly circulated in his mind. "How can you do… that? What are you?"
The child cocked his head to one side. The slit pupils of his bizarre snake-like eyes reduced in size. "I told you that I'd share a secret with you. Not all of them." Sephiroth released his iron grip on him. Sitting up as he did in his adult form, his hands now rested on Cloud's stomach. "You seem distressed."
"No shit…" Cloud mumbled back. He noticed Sephiroth's hairless length. It currently plopped out and bobbed with any slight movement. Cloud quickly looked away from it and absently stared at the ghoulish prop next to them instead. "You should cover yourself. People might get the wrong idea…"
"It's adorable seeing you so flustered though."
Cloud refused to acknowledge his comment. Still looking away, he wanted to leave before anyone caught him in bed with Sephiroth, especially in his current state. The Host remained on top of him though. His unusual strength trapped him in place.
"You had no problem seeing me naked before," Sephiroth pointed out.
"That's because you were a man. Now, you're… this. It just feels wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Yes. Wrong. All of this feels wrong." As if to prove his point, Cloud reached out and snatched the bed sheet. He placed it over Sephiroth's entire body, covering everything, including his head.
"So the sight of me this way bothers you that much?" Under the covers now, Sephiroth's eyes glowed even stranger. "Even when you already know I'm not a child?"
"Yeah, it does bother me. You're not supposed to look or act this way."
"Why?" the Host challenged.
"Because… Because kids are innocent, kind, and pure."
A scoff came out of Sephiroth. "Proper social conditioning does that. Kids are rotten and selfish."
The statement made Cloud narrow his eyes. He said nothing though.
"They lack understanding of their actions and must be told what to do and why," elaborated Sephiroth, "This actually makes them ideal guerilla fighters. Child soldiers will put a bullet to your head for a candy bar if the order came from an adult. Why do you think Shinra's recruitment policies and age restrictions are so… flexible?"
Cloud didn't justify the question with an answer. He was already aware of the scandal regarding youths signing up early. He, himself, would've been fourteen had Shinra accepted him on his first try. Fourteen… Too young to legally drive or drink or fuck, but old enough to pick up a rifle and go to war.
"The Tsviets were already battle-hardened soldiers before the first signs of puberty hit them," Sephiroth provided later, further proving his point. His small delicate fingers idly played with the waist hemline of Cloud's jeans. "Were you innocent, kind, and pure as a child, Cloud?"
Mentally picturing the violent scuffles he'd been a part of as a kid, Cloud kept his lips pursed.
"Children are complex. They are not the asexual innocent creatures we think they are. By two-years-old, they already begin to gender identify. Did you know that?"
Cloud diverted his eyes away from the youth sitting on top of him. He shook his head.
"Sonograms have captured male erections while in the womb more times than the public would like to admit." The silver-haired child beamed. He tugged at the button of Cloud's jeans. "Can you imagine having that as the first image of your bundle of joy? I would gladly frame such a picture."
At this, Cloud's brows furrowed. "Where the hell do you read this stuff?"
"Anywhere. Everywhere." The Host's thumb lightly swiped across the warm skin under Cloud's waistband. "I enjoy collecting information about the world around me. It's a hobby of mine."
The outrageous, absurd information that often spilled out of this Host's lips continued to baffle and shock Cloud. It did confirm one thing to him though. Looking back at his Host, he alleged, "You're actually an over glorified nerd, aren't you?"
"I suppose I am. I enjoy sharing and knowing things. Lots of things." Sephiroth's slender fingers traced the zipper of Cloud's pants. From there, they followed the shape of the sensitive budge there.
Cloud's breath hitched. "Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"That." Cloud grabbed Sephiroth's wrist and pulled his hand away. "You're making me feel… funny."
Sephiroth laughed. His child-like laugh sounded pleasant in the air. "Before, you wanted me to touch you. Now you don't."
"Shut up." Cloud's face flushed with heat. He gritted his teeth.
"I suspect it isn't seeing me like this that bothers you…" Sephiroth declared, his voice nearly lost to the piano music and fake screams. "…it's me destroying your perception of the world by my appearance and actions."
With a smile on his face, Sephiroth finally got off Cloud.
Removing the bed sheet, the Host tossed it to the ground. His pale naked form moved and sat on the lap of the demon-possessed girl. She automatically convulsed and giggled while his hands touched the wet tangled mess of her intestines. Sephiroth's fingers reddened with fake blood. The odd boy raised a bloody hand to his face. He messily smeared red over his lips, as if he were applying lipstick.
Cloud sat halfway up the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Playing a part." Sephiroth hummed pleasantly to himself. He glanced back at Cloud. "We can't stay hidden under the covers forever, especially when my current condition will raise alarm the moment someone does notice us. And unless you have spare clothes in my size, we can't walk out of here either."
A thin line formed across Cloud's lips. "Then change back. Get dressed so we can ditch this place."
"I cannot. My body requires time to naturally recover enough mana to revert back to its true form. Unless, of course, you have an Ether on you?" Sephiroth chuckled when he noticed the puzzled look on Cloud's face. "No. I didn't think you did."
Mana? Ether? Cloud recalled those being related to magic-based properties. In order to evoke the powers of the Planet by way of materia, there needed to be a sufficient amount of mana available. Cloud was ready to conclude Sephiroth had used a Morph Materia to change. However, a quick glance at the Host's arms, and he saw no yellow orb infused with him. So how did he transform?
"I suggest we blend in for the time being," Sephiroth cut in, breaking Cloud's chain of thoughts.
"Blend in? How?" He snorted. "You, a naked silver-haired boy, blend in with no issues? Riiiight."
"You lack imagination, Cloud. There are alternatives."
"Alternatives?"
"We can contribute to this House of Horrors attraction by creating our own display."
At this point, Cloud sat up straighter on the bed. He had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
Sephiroth smeared more fake blood on himself, this time throughout his body. On his arms. On his legs. On his chest. The intense red of the blood stood out against his smooth ivory-perfect skin. When he appeared satisfied, the Host stopped. Sephiroth readjusted his resting position and lied flat down on top of the demon-possessed prop. She giggled again, as if embracing him into her arms.
Looking up at Cloud, Sephiroth announced, "You shall play the role of a killer. I will be your victim."
Cocking a brow, Cloud didn't budge from his spot. "Excuse me?"
"I want you to climb on top of me and put your hands around my neck," Sephiroth commanded, "as if you are choking me to death. The people will love it. It'll be a marvelous display."
The mattress squeaked as Cloud shifted away from Sephiroth. He instantly rejected this idea. "No way. Not interested. They'll feel instantly report it. We'll be kicked out when they also discover we don't belong here. Worse, I'll be…"
"You question my judgement?" Sephiroth cut him off.
"Damn right I do. The people here will eat us alive for showing something that twisted."
"The people will enjoy it ten times more because it is in human nature for them to."
Before Cloud could argue this any further, a couple approached their bed. He saw their faint silhouettes through the curtain. Already, his stomach tightened at the thought of them seeing Sephiroth. His childlike body remained completely exposed. The bed sheet was no longer in sight. Cloud eventually found it on the floor, recalling Sephiroth tossing it there earlier. He cursed when there was no time to retrieve it. Reactively, he covered the child's body with his own, lying on top of him.
Some of the mechanical doll's scattered intestines squished under their combined weight. The demon-possessed girl laughed, as if mocking him. Cloud chewed on his lower lip when she vibrated underneath them. Meanwhile, the monster under their bed automatically growled. The bed's curtains were set aside by the newcomers. Not wanting to appear out of place, Cloud followed Sephiroth's suggestion and loosely wrapped his hands around his thin neck. He acted the part of a killer, reluctantly becoming a part of the House of Horrors' freak show.
"Oh my…" visitor one exclaimed, observing the bloodied child and the man above choking him.
"That's insane," replied visitor two with a laugh. "It's so sick and twisted and nasty…"
"These haunted houses always keep pushing the envelope, I swear…"
"Someone's ass is gonna get canned for this… Look, that's an actual kid. We should report this."
"Yeah…" A long pause. "Someone probably already did though…"
"You think so…?" Another long pause. "Maybe… we should take a picture before they shut it down?"
"Yeah… Let's take as many photos while we got the chance…"
"This'll make an interesting wall post, hah."
The couple stayed for several minutes, taking multiple shots of the display. At some point, one got close to Cloud and snapped a shot of his face. This same person pulled back and took more pictures of the bloodied silver-haired boy. Cloud's shoulders grew tensed when he realized neither of them intended to make a report. They seemed too fixated in documenting the whole damn thing and posting it online.
Still in character, Cloud had trouble looking at the boy he mounted. He didn't apply any pressure on his neck. Even so, Sephiroth writhed underneath him in a dramatic show of protest. Cloud's hard-on jerked each time it was pressed and rubbed. He was thankful his audience of two didn't notice. His back to them, he shielded as much of Sephiroth's nude form as he could.
Moans escaped Sephiroth's throat as he pretended to be in agony. Those soft sounds evoked an unwanted reaction in Cloud, enough for his eyes to waver away from his Host again. He tried to ignore the delicious shiver that swept down his body. Almost immediately, Cloud wanted to remove his hands and cleanse his body and mind of impure thoughts. He inwardly prayed for the visitors to leave. Instead, more came, also intrigued by their performance.
Sephiroth shifted his body up and down again, acting as if he were aggressively resisting his assaulter now. This made Cloud glower even more. The legs kept rubbing against his prick. He soon found Sephiroth's half-lidded eyes staring up at him. There was a glint in them.
"Stay still…" Cloud mumbled, trying to stay in character in front of their audience.
"Choke me and maybe I will," the Host challenged quietly.
That response nearly caused Cloud to flinch back. He didn't think the Host was serious. However, the even tone in Sephiroth's voice suggested otherwise.
Under their bed, the monster growled again. Several more attendees gathered around their bed, more than the ones who came in the previous hour. They took in the morbid scene, from the beast that lurked below the bed, to the demon-possessed girl that cackled underneath a bloodied naked child, to the young man who'd wrapped his hands around a thin frail neck. It was an orgy of chaos. Reactions ranged from shock to curiosity to… something else that made Cloud's own stomach twist in a knot.
As Sephiroth predicted, their obscene display became a hit. In a way, it reminded Cloud of the times people paused at a car wreck or when coming across the splattered remains of a dead animal on the road. They were appalled and disgusted… but not enough to look away or, heaven forbid, not to share the gruesome discovery online. The dark elements in life always had a habit of simultaneously enraging and enticing the human mind.
As time went on, Sephiroth's groans became more consistent. They grew in volume. Cloud knew it was intentional. Nothing happened by random or accident when it came to this Host. His sturdy length hardened and expanded partly from those throaty noises he produced. Wanting to silence the sounds, Cloud's hands trembled around Sephiroth's pale neck.
"Shut up…" Cloud urged one last time, glaring down at the small helpless boy he straddled. He tried to ignore the intensifying heat that circulated between his legs.
"Choke me," Sephiroth demanded again. Covered in fake blood, he rolled his head back and exposed more of his vulnerable neck to him. His starry green eyes stayed on him. "Do it. I want you to."
More cameras flashed in the background. The demon-possessed doll that sheltered Sephiroth laughed and vibrated. Cloud struggled to stay in character. He was supposed to be the cold, indifferent killer. He was supposed to be the aggressor in charge. Not his victim.
Sephiroth created another vulgar sound from his red-smeared lips. It was louder this time; more pronounced and drawn out. It was the type of sound that went on behind closed doors. Cloud's heavy cock throbbed.
"S-stop it, Sephiroth…"
"Destroy me," the silver-haired boy said with an innocent smile. "Show me your despair. I can take it."
Cloud held his breath for several seconds. This was sacrilege. This was insane. This was a violation of everything he considered pure. Sephiroth spat on it all; he'd turned his world upside-down with beautiful words and beautiful smiles. He openly defied the laws of the universe itself.
What the fuck was he?
Cloud felt dizzy. He blinked when those damn green tentacles of lights on Sephiroth grew bright again. For a moment, he thought he heard a voice ring into his ears but could not make out its words. Sephiroth's lithe form stirred underneath him again. With the green lights, he looked more lovely and fragile. He continued making all sorts of movements and noises Cloud both despised and desired.
Growling, Cloud's hands finally gripped the slender neck.
"Yes…" Sephiroth whispered and closed his large beautiful eyes. "Yes, boy…"
Cloud wanted to silence those alluring moans and words. He wanted to shut Sephiroth the hell up. He couldn't bear hearing anything else come out of the mouth of this angelic-looking boy. It was all fucked up. Cloud's body shuddered though when Sephiroth's pulse beat strongly against the palms of his hands. Something about it stirred an emotional reaction in Cloud, something he had encountered before but couldn't remember where.
"Tighter…" Sephiroth requested. He opened his eyes and made eye contact. "Show me your despair…"
Cloud saw the heated look in Sephiroth's green eyes. The knuckles of his hands turned white as he grasped the neck tighter and tighter. Inside his jeans, the tip of his heated erection felt sticky with pre-cum juices. Cloud didn't know what he felt right now or where it came from. And yet, the sensation he experienced now was similar to all the times he'd beaten something to a bloody pulp.
Power. Control. Despair.
Exhaling loudly, Cloud quickly removed his hands from Sephiroth's neck as if the skin burned him. He scooted backwards on the bed. Both ears throbbed from the rapid beating of his heart while a single teardrop fell from his right eye. Cloud didn't realize it was there until it slid down his cheek. With a shaky hand, he wiped it away.
Something inside him broke. He didn't know what it was, only that it was hard to breathe. His entire body quivered uncontrollably. Then, before he realized it, a single earth-shattering sound erupted. A scream. It came from him. With clenched fists, Cloud shut his eyes as he yelled. Like a wounded animal, his wail soared above the noise of the attic. It echoed down the hallways and rooms of the House of Horrors. More tears streamed down his face.
The gods be damned, what was happening to him?
On the bed, Cloud finally slumped and fell silent. A mumbled collection of emotions filled him. Anger. Fear. Bliss. Elation. He felt too raw to move or think. It took Cloud a long moment to notice or hear a standing ovation. Wearily, he looked up.
He saw a larger number of people around the bed. They had gathered to witness this peculiar spectacle. Clapping loudly with content smiles on their faces, many commended his performance and the boldness of it. It was art, one declared, it was pure art. Their noise exploded from all directions while cameras flashed almost simultaneously. Nearby, the demon-possessed doll giggled. She seemed just as amused by the irony he found in this too. Cloud didn't know whether to curse or laugh along.
Getting close to midnight, the crowd started to disperse. Attendees turned away one by one. Their fingers flickered across their fancy PHS screens to share the moment they'd just experienced. Cloud was glad they left before his patience waned. It was time for them to mosey along. No doubt, the people would continue searching for the next big rush to excite their senses after this night was done.
Madness was a drug, Cloud thought to himself. It constantly needed a bigger fix.
As the last spectator moved on, Cloud took a deep breath before daring himself to look back at his Host. When he did, he was surprised to find Sephiroth in his original form again. The tall man still rested on the mechanical doll; his long milky-white legs slightly spread apart. Strands of silvery hair fell over his smooth chest. The Host hadn't said a word since Cloud's outburst. He'd played dead for the audience and now returned to the land of the living with a face full of warm color. Green eyes shimmered and stayed fixed on Cloud.
"Beautiful…" Sephiroth remarked in a deep hushed voice, as if lost in a dream. A tender smile shaped his red smeared lips. "You lament so beautifully, Cloud…"
Fake thunder clapped from the attic. It briefly illuminated the room with white light; silhouettes danced across the veiled curtains. Sephiroth moved away from his spot. He settled on top of Cloud's lap and straddled him with one leg on each side. They sat face to face. Neither man spoke.
Cloud didn't move when the Host reached a hand to his face to wipe away the wet stains still there. His touches were slow and gentle. They reminded Cloud of the times his mother cared for him whenever he got sick. Sephiroth lingered on his face a bit longer before he grabbed one of Cloud's trembling hands. He took it to his lips and planted a small closed-lipped kiss on each finger. The shaking finally stopped. When it did, Sephiroth rubbed his warm cheek against the palm.
"What are you…?" The question slipped out of Cloud's mouth before he realized. His voice was no more than a fragile sound.
"I am the shadows," Sephiroth quietly replied, his eyes set on him. "I am the stars. I am the unseen. I am… whatever you want or need me to be."
As soon as Sephiroth let go of his hand, Cloud felt undone, both mentally and physically. He understood at last the Host's desire for pain and connection … that agonizing need to consume and be consumed. It was to feel again. It was to eradicate the numbness that threatened to take over the body and spirit by means of intense sensations and emotions. Cloud encountered the numbness each time he woke up in the morning and followed regular routines, topping it off with his usual question: would you like fries with that? Tonight, though, he felt different… It was as if he'd awaken from a long slumber.
Cloud's fingers moved with a mind of their own. He breathed hard as he frantically undid the button and zipper of his jeans, no longer wanting to be constrained or held back. The stiff muscle flopped out. Both hands settled on it. Looking up at Sephiroth, Cloud glared at the subject of his desire and frustration. He wanted to vent out with this lovely image in front of him.
He needed to feel again.
Still straddled on his lap, Sephiroth observed Cloud furiously stroke himself. Soft spoken words soon emerged from his bloodied mouth. "Chocobo, Chocobo. Come here, lovely Chocobo. Sit with me by my warm bright fire. I'll wrap my arms around you and kiss you higher…"
He leaned forward and kissed Cloud's forehead. A moment later, Sephiroth pulled away and slid a hand between his own legs. He followed a lazier rhythm than Cloud's. Silver-painted fingers pulled at the tip with a rough tug. The vein that ran along his length stretched out each time he did this.
Cloud panted. He sat only inches away but could feel Sephiroth's warmth. It was intoxicating. Even so, he kept enough distance to avoid touching the sacred forbidden temple. His fist slipped over himself again and again. A delicious tingle made its way between his inner thighs. It shot straight to his rigid core and sent the tiny nerves under his skin tingling. Cloud's entire body throbbed with an electrifying heat.
"Chocobo, Chocobo. Oh how I love you, sweet Chocobo…" Sephiroth quoted again in a breathy voice. "Never leave me, never say goodbye. Else I'll take you and make Chocobo cottage pie…"
With only the low sounds of their constant tugging, both males watched each other satisfy their personal wants. The Host's self-administrations inspired and stirred Cloud. Despite his pale skin being covered in blood, the sight of Sephiroth losing himself made Cloud hungry with need. He clutched onto his shaft tighter and quickened his pace, imaging himself plunging deep into a puckered entry. Their raw cocks nearly touched.
Cloud regretted going so long without this wonderful sensation. Since he left Nibelheim, he tried to contain himself, doing his best to be a good boy to atone for his past actions. He experimented very little when compared to the city boys. Even with Kyle and their explorations, Cloud still held back. Tonight was different though. The floodgates had been opened. Jacking off with another man, face to face, Cloud wanted to indulge in all sorts of pleasures and fantasies. He wanted to be free.
Sephiroth's breathing visibly increased when his tip fiercely blushed and moistened. His eyes stayed on Cloud when he opened his mouth and requested, "Tell me what you secretly covet in the depths of your heart, sweet Chocobo… Give me the pleasure of taking it away."
"My emptiness…" Cloud admitted slowly, both to himself and to his Host. He aimed his member directly at Sephiroth, perversely wanting his vile essence to spill all over this angelic-like creature. "I want you to take that away… I want to be whole. I want to feel…"
Sephiroth kept pumping himself in a steady rhythm while he rose on his knees. A free hand settled on the younger man's shoulder. Looking down at him, Sephiroth's long silver hair fell over his shoulders. The next words sounded quieter in Cloud's ears. "You finally understand the significance of my words earlier then. About emptiness. About pain. About gaining a connection that allows us to feel again…"
"Yes…" Cloud rubbed himself faster. Sephiroth's new position brought his bulky penis a few inches close to his face. He could smell its damped musk. Cloud licked his lips. He'd only need to bend forward and open his mouth to taste him.
"Then experience this as I have," Sephiroth offered. The hand he had placed on Cloud's shoulder reached his neck. Fingers wrapped around it. "Let me enlighten you by feeling this…"
He squeezed.
Briefly, Cloud frowned. Sephiroth's strong grip abruptly cut off the air in his throat. He blinked several times. Natural instinct wanted to push the Host off. Too heated to stop stroking himself, Cloud's other hand weakly reached out to make Sephiroth stop. His plan of action waned when he felt dizzy. His eyes rolled back. Tiny grunts escaped his throat. This newfound odd experience made him feel… wonderfully light. Cloud's hand ended up clutching onto a bundle of silver hair instead.
"Deprived of oxygen, our brain induces us into a semi-hallucinogenic state due to an abundance of carbon dioxide," Sephiroth informed in his usual matter-of-fact tone. He kept his grip on Cloud's neck constant while the hand motion over his own hard-on increased. "This sensation becomes more effective when combined with something else… say, the rush of an orgasm."
Faintly hearing his words, Cloud shuddered and shut his eyes. He didn't care about the science behind it, only that this new feeling felt good. The absence of air and sense of mortal danger somehow heightened his elevated state. It was the same adrenaline rush he felt prior to a hunt or after winning a fight. Cloud's firm skin felt hot in his right hand right now.
"Even at Death's doorway, we experience pain and pleasure," resumed Sephiroth. "They go together hand and hand. Like you and me. Shall I… enlighten you more?"
"Yes…" Cloud managed to whisper back. The nerves of his cock briefly flared from one particular hand stroke. He reactively yanked on Sephiroth's hair with his other hand, earning a low hiss from the Host.
Sephiroth abandoned his own member and used both hands to apply extra pressure. Cloud silently gaped. His eyes watered. The corners of his mouth drooled. Shaking more, his pink face sheened with sweat. The hand moving between his legs never stopped, however. He doubled his speed and pumped the clumsy muscle faster and faster. The balls swelled and turned a darker shade of color. Even when he could no longer breathe, he fell deeper into a state of euphoria.
The monster under the bed wailed while the dead girl cackled and vibrated. They sang along amidst the chaos and heated heavy atmosphere. Those eerie green lights appeared again, meanwhile. Surrounding Sephiroth, the massive bird-like wings stretched out toward Cloud. They wrapped around his body. Enclosing him. Sheltering him. Suffocating him.
"Finish it," Sephiroth ordered. His velvet voice somehow reached Cloud's throbbing ears.
When the white-hot release came, Cloud's body violently jerked. He reactively clutched onto Sephiroth's hair again. The knuckles of his clenched fist turned white. An acidic flavor reached his tongue while his wet eyes remained fixated on his angel, his savior. Cloud's hand still choked the angry-red cock even as he convulsed. Its slit produced several thick lines of white. Splashing on Sephiroth, most of the drip hit his chest. A few specks sprinkled across his lovely face.
The Host sucked in air as Cloud pulled on his hair. Sephiroth's perfect body was a mess. Previously a pure blank canvas, it was now desecrated by various colors, from fake red blood to oily sweat to warm ivory semen. The long silvery bangs were matted with sweat and clung to his face. Sephiroth licked up the drop of white near his bottom lip. That action instantly reminded Cloud of vanilla milkshakes.
He wondered if he tasted salty and sweet in Sephiroth's mouth.
Lightheaded and red at the face, Cloud fell forward. Sephiroth kept him upright. Their faces were close to each other. He still grasped Cloud's neck with one hand, letting the young man ride out the rest of his climax in a blissful state, while the other lifted the young man's chin. Sephiroth observed Cloud's every facial reaction.
By then, his unique green eyes took on a more primal look. The slit-like pupils became thinner and nearly lost themselves to the color of emerald.
Cloud felt his slow pulse throb against the hand around his neck. Thump… thump… thump… Thinking of the wild beast he had faced from his childhood, Cloud focused on Sephiroth's feral eyes and saw a similarity there. White dots began to impede his vision though. A moment later, his hand weakly let go of the silver hair. A small grunt noise escaped Cloud's lips before his eyes rolled back and he succumbed to the inviting depths of darkness. Only the memory of Sephiroth's final words echoed to him.
"Chocobo, Chocobo. You're mine now, pretty Chocobo…"