Warnings for this chapter: Full-on, graphic lemon; mention of blood, and slight BDSM (use of restraints). If any of these things bother you, proceed with caution!
The back of Cloud's head throbbed tenderly from where he'd hit it against the piano lid, and he momentarily regretted removing his helmet just after he'd entered the conservatory. Those thoughts soon left his mind as Sephiroth pinned him down upon the piano lid.
The wooden legs of the rickety old piano wobbled slightly beneath their combined weight; Cloud was beginning to wonder if it would even hold up if things went any further. Which, of course, it seemed as they would be; Sephiroth's desire was tangible, Cloud could see it in his eyes, feral and possessive-looking. Hungry. Sephiroth moaned as their mouths mashed together in a heated kiss, and Cloud's head bumped against the piano casing yet again.
Cloud didn't even notice this time, as his attentions were directed toward his lover. Sephiroth's hair fell in a soft curtain over the both of them, and Cloud groaned as he felt the silken strands tickling his face. He reached up and pulled at a lock of hair, and Sephiroth gave a low, pleasurable growl, lips peeled back in a feral grin.
"Yes...you know what I like, don't you….Cloud?" Sephiroth's breath ghosted over Cloud's collarbone as he hummed softly, his long fingers groping the trooper's body, working their way up his thighs to the slim hipbones, kneading and massaging. "Pull harder," he directed Cloud, while he began stroking the cadet through his uniform pants.
"Gods damn it, S-Seph - " Cloud stammered, and the general placed a gloved fingertip over the open, pouting lips, effectively silencing the blond. Cloud stared at Sephiroth, wide-eyed and unblinking, both loving and hating this sort of torture from his lover.
"Shhhh….." Sephiroth hushed him, sounding every bit like steam escaping from a cracked radiator. Cloud's eyes shut tightly, and then shot open, their brilliant blue hue standing out in the dim light of the room. "Concentrate, Cloud." Sephiroth took his left hand and pinned Cloud's hands together over his head while using his other hand to stroke his lover's growing arousal.
Cloud's entire body tensed at Sephiroth's insistent stroking; he rolled his head back slightly and growled, letting out a pent-up breath of air, allowing himself a small bit of release, legs jerking, arms straining within Sephiroth's grasp. Yet Sephiroth did not lessen his grip, did not lessen the maddeningly slow and purposeful stroking. That part of it….well, that was nice. Being restrained – Cloud both loved and hated it at the same time. Not being able to touch himself, or to touch Sephiroth, it was a delicious sort of torture, and it frustrated the hell out of the stubborn, headstrong cadet.
Pleasure and pain, and the fine line between the two will always vacillate. Such things I can draw out of you, Cloud…if only you'll let me. If only you'd….surrender.
Cloud remembered those words from Sephiroth, the first time they'd slept together. I will never surrender to you, he'd told him.
"Bastard. Fucking torturing me – "
"Then do something about it….Cloud," Sephiroth murmured, lips curling up in a smirk.
Their sexual encounters always started out that way – a battle of wills, a push-and-pull cat and mouse game that could be frustrating as hell at the onset, yet culminate in something quite amazing and unexpected for all the vitriol the two spat at one another.
Making love shouldn't feel like an act of war, Cloud had told Sephiroth once, after they'd fucked for two solid and very exhausting hours. Is it always going to be that way, between us?
Sephiroth had sleepily shrugged, brushing his lips against Cloud's forehead; a rare display of tenderness for the always-in-control general.
We seem to know what makes the other tick, I suppose, Sephiroth had replied, and that was all he would say on the matter. He was not about to admit out loud exactly how Cloud made him feel; mainly because he couldn't quite define it himself.
Cloud was still learning what things pleased Sephiroth, and what he found pleasurable in return. Now, being several months into their torrid affair, Cloud was becoming more assertive, making those needs known - either vocally, or otherwise.
Sephiroth, of course, would draw things out for as long as possible, sometimes painfully, though such pain was often orgasmic to Cloud. The cadet gave a half-smirk at the General, who clearly had the upper hand given their positioning; Cloud was basically pinned beneath Sephiroth, legs splayed apart atop the piano.
Cloud suddenly broke his hands away from Sephiroth's grip. He quickly and noiselessly slid his hand between their bodies, groping Sephiroth through the black fabric of his uniform pants. The general hissed, and chided Cloud in a low purr.
"Did I give you permission to touch me yet?" Sephiroth murmured, though he didn't appear angry. Quite the opposite, in fact; the general's mouth twitched, threatening to smirk.
"No. Don't care," Cloud replied impudently, stroking him even more firmly. He could feel the heft of Sephiroth's against his hand, and it made his own ache with need.
"Tch," Sephiroth made a scolding noise, clucking his tongue against his teeth. "That's a rather poor attitude...isn't it, cadet?"
"It's not against regulations to have a poor attitude," Cloud argued, a soft moan slipping out unbidden. "What we're doing here on Shinra property probably is, though," he added, smiling, eyes half-lidded with passion. Sephiroth chuckled.
"Like I give a damn about that," Sephiroth retorted. "We are off duty. And...Shinra owns much of the Planet, in case you hadn't noticed. There's hardly a place around the two of us can fuck that isn't owned by the company."
Cloud's eyes widened just a bit at the uttered expletive and he grinned up at his lover, pressing a rather insistent kiss upon the general's lips. Sephiroth was so proper, so professional in the field; the cadet loved seeing this side of him, loved hearing such filthy endearments pouring out of his lover's mouth.
"You're getting greedy, Cloud," Sephiroth purred, though he returned the kiss, just as hungrily. Cloud was an eager lover, ready to please, and Sephiroth was only too happy to bring his lover to the edge and beyond.
"So what? You know what I want," Cloud retorted. "Now give it to me." Sephiroth chuckled.
"All in good time, Cloud. All in good time."
Sephiroth began moving his hips up and down, gyrating against Cloud's roving hand, and in one swift motion, stripped the cadet's shirt off of him, leaving the loose scarf around Cloud's neck. He would have plans for that later. Sephiroth licked his lips, and then ran his tongue up the length of Cloud's collarbone; then his neck, then his jawline. Cloud's breathing quickened, his pulse raced, and his skin took on a flushed appearance. Sephiroth lowered his mouth to the reddened flesh of the cadet's chest, lips brushing teasingly against one of the pert nipples. The general smiled as he felt his lover tense, and writhe.
"Sephiroth...please," Cloud's voice was hoarse, straining with want, "You have no idea how this feels - "
"Actually...I do know how this feels," Sephiroth cut him off, clambering atop the piano now - his arm draped across Cloud's torso, long fingers gently stroking the cleft of his hipbones. Oh, these pants would have to go, and quite soon.
"I do know exactly how it feels, Cloud," Sephiroth's voice dropped to a low, throaty growl, echoing slightly in the old conservatory. His smirk was unwavering as his fingers worked behind the waistband of Cloud's pants, knuckles bumping against the rigid flesh hiding within.
"I know how it feels...to want something so badly, you find yourself thinking about it at the most inopportune times. To be denied that want, due to rank…due to scheduling conflicts or circumstance - or because of one's duty." Sephiroth's hand ringed around Cloud's erection and the cadet gasped; the feel of leather gloves on his sensitive flesh was incredible. Automatically Cloud's hands came down, attempting to encircle the general's waist, but Sephiroth gently pushed them away.
"No, Cloud..." Sephiroth rolled on his side, giving Cloud a scolding look and a 'tch!' He deftly unbuckled one of his belts, and pinned Cloud's arms over his head, binding them together with the belt, wrapping it several times around.
"There," Sephiroth declared, sitting back somewhat to inspect his handiwork. "You were going to touch yourself, weren't you?" The general's tone was stern yet amused.
"Damn it. N-n-n-o," Cloud gasped, chest heaving. "I wasn't." His face was ruddy with passion, the blush spreading down to the fair skin of his neck and chest. Sephiroth gazed at the sight, quite pleased.
"Liar. You may deny it all you wish, Cloud," Sephiroth retorted. "But I know you. Don't forget." He ignored Cloud's moans and mewls as he stripped the cadet of his pants, leaving him completely bare save for the scarf, which looked both sexy and ridiculous minus the other components of the trooper uniform.
"Fine," Cloud snapped, panting. "Fine...you were right. I was going to jerk myself off since you can't seem to finish the job - oh, damn it. Damn it, Seph." Cloud paused mid-sentence as his lover shrugged off his garments; the leather trench, the impossibly form-fitting pants. How did the man manage to fight so well in a garment so perfectly molded to his ass? Cloud stared rudely as Sephiroth stripped, rejoining the cadet a moment later.
"Ah! I've finally found a use for this…" Sephiroth said suddenly, taking the loose-knit scarf in hand as he straddled Cloud. "Less talk, hmm?" he murmured, shoving the cloth into Cloud's open mouth, tying it loosely at the back of his head. Cloud's eyes bugged out as he was gagged, and Sephiroth just laughed.
"You look so precious now," Sephiroth purred, eyes roving up and down his lover's lithe young body. Cloud had put on some muscle in recent months, no doubt thanks to extra sessions put in at the gym, under Sephiroth's own personal trainer. "You're filling out, Cloud," Sephiroth added approvingly. "Hmm...very nice." He ran a leather-gloved finger up and down the flat planes of Cloud's stomach, drawing little circles around his hipbones, deftly stroking the sparse patch of blond curls that circled his cock.
Cloud's arms twisted helplessly in the leather-belt bonds, and he bit hard into the scarf, tasting blood where his teeth scraped against the inside of his cheek. Do something, damn it! Cloud's brain screamed, and the sense of frustration, want, and need was easily readable in his eyes; Sephiroth picked up on this right away, quite enjoying how much his ministrations were making Cloud squirm.
"Such torture, isn't it…Cloud?" Sephiroth murmured softly, grasping Cloud's cock in his hand once again, stroking as he dipped his head downward, running his tongue slowly around the tip.
"Ffffnnngh!" came Cloud's muffled cry through the gag, and Sephiroth smiled, giving one last, teasing lick before lifting his head up to gaze at Cloud. Sephiroth's fingers trailed up over Cloud's abs, his chest, finally resting up by his cheek, caressing it. He bent down and licked the outer shell of Cloud's ear, whispering softly.
"Your agony is gorgeous," Sephiroth murmured, a smile spreading as he felt Cloud writhing and twitching beneath him. Finally, Sephiroth pulled the scarf out of Cloud's mouth, pushing it to the side as he kissed him, hard, tasting blood.
"Oh…." Sephiroth's tongue dove in deeper, and Cloud's bound arms came down to rest around his lover's neck. He felt the head of Sephiroth's cock breaching him, stretching him, and then –
Pain. Sputtering pain that quickly morphed into exquisite bliss. Cloud cried out, eyes squeezing shut as Sephiroth drew out – then pushed back in forcefully, over and over.
Sephiroth closed his eyes, tugging Cloud's hair
"Agony, huh?" Cloud teased. "How about your – agony? How do you feel now….Seph?"
Sephiroth laughed, and in response, flexed his legs, pushing in harder, deeper.
"Well, Cloud…." Sephiroth said dryly, pulse fluttering madly. "Right now….I feel like a god."
"Fuck – " Cloud sputtered, his words cut short by Sephiroth's lips pressing hard against his once again. Cloud bucked up against his lover, his arms feeling somewhat weak from being pushed up over his head for so long. He wrestled with his bonds, trying to yank them apart, though the effort was useless; Sephiroth was rather good with knots, as it turned out.
Sephiroth knew his own climax was imminent and he knew Cloud was close to that point as well. Still thrusting slowly in and out of his lover, Sephiroth wordlessly slipped a hand up, quickly freeing Cloud's hands. The wrists bore angry red marks from where he'd been restrained. Sephiroth pushed Cloud's knees back, bracing his hands upon them as he snapped his hips back and forth, unrelenting. Cloud's back arched as he gripped his aching cock with one hand, the other resting upon Sephiroth's back. The blood was just starting to flow back into Cloud's hands; he had trouble grasping his cock at first, until sensation returned to his arms and hands.
Sephiroth had grown quiet save for his heavy breathing and panting, and Cloud knew what that meant. Feeling cheeky, he used his free hand to smack Sephiroth on the ass, causing the general to grunt in annoyance.
"Stop that," Sephiroth muttered, glaring. "….aren't you going to come, Cloud?"
Cloud gasped sharply, grinning stupidly up at his lover as he continued jerking himself off.
"….you first." Cloud laughed through his panting moans, hand slipping as he kept on stroking himself toward completion.
"Shut up," Sephiroth snarled, eyes sliding half-shut as he felt Cloud clenching around him. "I don't need your permiss—" His voice halted as he took in a sharp breath, and Cloud felt Sephiroth shudder, and then felt the warm telltale rush of heat filling him.
"—permission," Sephiroth breathed, and he coaxed Cloud gently now, his hand joining his lover's, fingers entwining as they stroked in unison. Sephiroth's teeth grazed over Cloud's throat, his tongue dipping down into the hollow there, leaving a gentle kiss.
"You don't need to hold back anymore, Cloud," Sephiroth whispered softly into his lover's ear. The cadet's breathing grew harsh, erratic, and he gritted his teeth as he came, wincing as he heard a helpless sounding cry escape his throat.
"Why - should you – get all the fun?" Cloud grunted, finally relenting, falling back on the piano in a boneless heap. His back was sore from laying on the hard piano, and Cloud would be feeling it even more the next day.
"We should have done this on something a little bit softer," Cloud muttered, complaining as he rubbed his back. Sephiroth smiled at him, brushing a kiss across his forehead as they began cleaning up and gathering their belongings.
"I was trying to be a bit more spontaneous," Sephiroth replied, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you'd like that. I surely did."
"Of course you did," Cloud shot back, smirking.
After they left the conservatory, Cloud inched closer to Sephiroth as they walked down the corridor, even allowing the general to drape his arm about his waist. There was nobody here to see them together, and it was odd to be able to feel so relaxed like this around Sephiroth. So free. During the day-to-day, they'd kept their relationship under wraps, and doing so was becoming increasingly frustrating, the more involved they became with each other.
"If your back is still sore, I'll draw you a bath in the east wing….there's a suite with a master bath on the other side of the mansion," Sephiroth said quietly. Cloud gave him a glare and sighed.
"We just had to fuck on top of an old piano," Cloud grumbled, rubbing his sore back again theatrically, though it truly wasn't as painful as he made it out to be. He just wanted to piss off Sephiroth – and it was working. "Yeah. Great idea. I'll be seeing the chiropractor when we get back to Midgar – "
Sephiroth groaned and rolled his eyes. "Are you going to bitch about that all night long now?" he remarked crossly. "I didn't hear you complaining about your back all that much when I was inside of you, did I?" By now they'd dressed, and had gathered up the rest of their gear, intending to relax for a bit in one of the mansion's suites.
"Nah…" Cloud drawled. His seemingly aloof expression dissolved into a sideward smile toward his lover. "I'd never complain about that," he added.
Sephiroth chuckled. "Good. I'll need you in top form for our mission tomorrow. Don't worry….I'm sure everything will be fine."