Orange Juice
Disclaimer: I do not own "Final Fantasy 7" or any of the characters therein. It is not my intention, deliberate or otherwise, to claim otherwise.
Warning: This fic is Yaoi. Boy/boy. Don't like, don't read.
"Seeehh…phiroaaaahhhth." Cloud moaned at the dark angels' name. His back arched, head thrown back in abandon. The steel of the long sword that held him upright, his hands tied to the hilt, pressed into his chest causing shivers to race down his spine.
"Noooo…don't….not there…" Another ragged moan fell from his lips, his blue eyes fluttered shut as the sensations rippled through him.
Sephiroth licked his way up Cloud's back. "You don't like it?" He purred into Cloud's ear before nipping the lobe and licking away the sting. "I thought oranges were your favorite?"
Another nip, this time to his neck had Cloud convulsing as his member pressed against the chilled edge of the blade.
"No…please…Sephi….roth….please…" Cloud begged between pants.
Sephiroth's control snapped, the orange slice in his hand fell to the ground forgotten. Cloud cried out as Sephiroth jerked his hips back and sheathed himself inside Cloud's ass, the juice from the orange slices he had used to tease Cloud into a frenzy easing his way.
They writhed and moaned together, muscles bunching and clenching until Cloud screamed his completion, the clenching in his muscles pulling Sephiroth over the edge with him.
Cloud sagged against the long sword as Sephiroth carefully slipped free of his lover and neatly sliced through the ties holding him up.
A strangled sound caught his attention as he collapsed to the ground with Cloud in his arms.
"I think Sora was watching us." He whispered to his blond lover.
Cloud blinked after the retreating figure. "Huh. You'd think he didn't like fresh orange juice."