Another random, smutty little Seph/Cloud scribble I found in my old notebook and finished off simply because.

Summary: Smut.

Warnings: Smut.


Slow and steady. Cloud didn't think he could have gone any faster than that. His face was flushed deep red, heart pounding and breath heaving, the heat between them almost suffocating. But he didn't want it to end.

"Cloud," Sephiroth hissed above him. "Fuck, Cloud."

Cloud managed to look up, meeting Sephiroth's eyes. There was lust there, very much so, and the same jealousy and possessiveness that had sparked the whole encounter. But there was something softer as well, behind all that.

Almost tenderness.

Almost as if Sephiroth cared.

Sephiroth did care, and even if it were only a little it was more than Cloud had ever dared to dream of. It made Cloud want nothing more than to be as close to him as humanly possible. He threw an arm around Sephiroth's neck, pressing every inch of himself up against the SOLDIER.

Sephiroth blinked, almost surprised at Cloud's sudden affection, before settling into a predatory smile. He took over their rhythm, faster, harder, more than Cloud could take while still maintaining any resemblance of self-control. It quickly pushed them both close to the edge.

Cloud cried out, trembling beneath Sephiroth as he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive head of Cloud's cock.

"Sephiroth!" Cloud shouted. Sephiroth's mouth met his roughly, swallowing the rest of his moans.

Cloud could feel Sephiroth's cock pulsing inside him as he released, and Cloud shuddered in delight. Sephiroth's long, calloused fingers wrapped around Cloud's erection, barely needing to stroke him before Cloud shattered in his arms.

They rode out their orgasms together, gasping against each other's lips. When it was over Cloud collapsed back, breathless and utterly spent. He smiled up at Sephiroth.

Sephiroth brushed Cloud's sex-mussed bangs out of his face in one last tender gesture, then drew away. "You should get back. You'll be late for your drills."

Normally it would have hurt. It had hurt Cloud before, badly. But he could read Sephiroth better now, and it wasn't cold dismissal when he turned aside like that. It was closer to embarrassment; like Sephiroth was ashamed at his own lack of restraint, pulling the cadet aside for a quickie in the middle of a work day.

Cloud wiped himself down as best he could, hastily redressing while Sephiroth did likewise.

"Cloud—"

He looked up. Sephiroth still had his back to him, fully clothed now, and as presentable as ever aside from a slight lingering touch of heat to his cheeks. Distant again.

Sephiroth's fingers lingered on the door handle. "I'll see you next time," he finally decided.

Cloud wrapped his arms around Sephiroth from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. Sephiroth tensed at first, but then his hand slid round to cover Cloud's with his own.

"Yes sir," Cloud agreed with a smile.