-1Holding Hands We'll Fall
By: Phoenix Dayze
Sephiroth/Cloud
R
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Vii and I make no profit from this fic.
Part Four: Impulse
Cloud's eyes flew open as Sephiroth's hand connected with his flesh, and the extra, long-craved stimulation sent him spiraling off the edge and he came with a hoarse cry that tore from his throat, his body spasming as he released his pent-up fluid into Sephiroth's hand. He panted hard, heaving deep, cluttered breaths as sweat dripped down his face. His clouded eyes slowly cleared, realization settling over him like a blanket of fog. He looked up, recognition burning in his gaze, humiliation quickly on its heels. He struggled to sit up. "S…Sephi-roth…" His body still trembled from the force of his climax and he floundered a bit on the bed. "I…"
"It's alright, Cloud." Sephiroth assured him hurriedly. This was going to get very awkward, very fast, but he owed the boy an explanation. He stood his ground like a good SOLDIER, and prayed for strength. He took a deep breath and added, "You've done nothing wrong."
Panic flickered over Cloud's features. "But, Sir, I…and you were…and I…" He trailed off, his cheeks flaming redder than before. He hadn't meant for Sephiroth to ever know about the extended fantasies, the erotic dreams that haunted him when he was alone in his rooms, they were private, not to be shared, just like Sephiroth himself. But Sephiroth had come into his room, had watched him, had seen and heard everything, and… Cloud stopped, frowning slightly as he took in Sephiroth's appearance. The damp hair framing his face, the flush of color on his cheeks, the unfastened pants…
Shock and confusion battled for dominance of Cloud's mind as he tried to connect vision to sense. Sephiroth had…Sephiroth had come! The scent of it was strong in his nose, and traces of his fluid were evident on the semi-hard organ still displayed between Sephiroth's thighs. But…Sephiroth never even pretended to need or want anything from Cloud when they were together, so why was he… Cloud peered up at Sephiroth, seeking answers he couldn't find. Was it possible that maybe, just maybe, Sephiroth did want him? Cloud licked his lips. "Seph…"
Cloud's voice was dry, low and rasped out in a needy, husky tone. Sephiroth barely restrained the groan that wanted to rise up from his lips as the timbre worked its way straight to his groin. How could Cloud seem so desperate, so hungry after what had just happened? How could those blue eyes be teaming with so much undisguised love and want and desire now, when they had been so well-masked before? Didn't Cloud know what he was doing to him? Cloud's mouth was slick and parched looking, and Sephiroth wanted a taste so badly that he could feel it in his toes.
He took a step forward until he was back at the edge of the bed, his knees brushing the mattress. He reached out a tentative hand, and very gently, sank it into tousled blond hair.
Cloud's eyes fluttered closed and a shiver of pleasure coursed through him. Sephiroth had never touched him like this, gentle, sweet and searching… Everything had always been quick, hard, and all about teasing a release out of Cloud's body. But this, this was…more…
Sephiroth stroked through the damp, silky strands, loving the look of rapture on Cloud's face, all the immediate tension and confusion forgotten in the presence of a simple gesture. Was Cloud really so easy to attain? Cloud was so beautiful like this. So at ease, so content. It was a fierce contrast with the desperate frustration that had tainted their interludes of late. Sephiroth suddenly realized that he had been so busy trying to keep his distance, that he had never taken the time to get to know Cloud's body in a personal sense. It had always been about the shortest route to a quick release. But maybe Cloud needed this…
He allowed his fingers to trace down the boy's face, a thrill rushing through him as Cloud moved into his caress. He slid his fingertips over soft, pale skin, and Sephiroth noted, with a hint of amusement, that Cloud had a fairly hefty dose of white-washed freckles across his face, but you had to be really close to see them. He felt a sudden, irrational surge of protectiveness wash over him. He didn't want anyone else being that close to Cloud! He suddenly feared that if anyone else ever mentioned the practically indiscernible freckles, that they'd find a sword through their gut before he'd had time to register what they'd said.
A small moan left Cloud's lips, drawing too attentive awareness to his mouth. Sephiroth licked his lips. Leaned in. And joined them together.
Fire danced in Sephiroth's veins as the small, anxious mouth bloomed open beneath his own, a frantic tongue darting out to meet him, coiling pleadingly against him as Sephiroth moved inside the moist warmth that had been so eagerly granted him. A breathy moan finally escaped him, lost in the recesses of Cloud's wonderful, welcoming mouth. This was what he wanted, what he needed. This was what he'd been missing. Why had he been so resistant? Why…?…
A small hand touched lightly against his stomach, a seeking, begging caress of questioning fingers, and Sephiroth bolted backwards as if he'd been struck with a flaming sword. Fear tangled his vision and muddled confusion wrapped him in its coils. He shook his head, trying to shake away the fog.
"Sephiroth?" Cloud's voice was still laced with arousal, but a tinge of worry came through. "What's wrong?
Sephiroth backed numbly towards the door, his hands hastily working at his clothes. He couldn't do this! It wasn't meant for him! Cloud wasn't meant for him! And he had almost… He turned and wrenched the door open, fleeing out into the hall.
"Sephiroth!" Cloud's hurt, panicked voice rang out loud in his ears, but he didn't stop. "Seph,, wait!" Cloud dashed out into the hall, not caring that he was naked and hard, or that people would see. "Sephiroth!"
The door to the barracks slammed closed with a harsh, echoing finality, and Cloud fell to his knees, clutching his arms tightly to his chest as the aching sobs threatened to tear him apart.
Tbc…