Ok, here's the next long awaited chapter. First things first...Psst, Tobi-Uchiha, are you SURE you're somewhere safe, where you can squirm and ooh and clap and possibly have a nosebleed without being looked at funny? Lol. Secondly, my thanks to Sephirothpaine Squallpaine and Corndog, for the messages of encouragement, and thanks too to Mitch, for supplying me with the correct spelling of a word that was completely holding the whole chapter up, because my muses refused to budge until it was solved! To think, without your help, this chapter could still have been unwritten...

And lastly, my thanks and love go as always to Stephy, my wonderful little guinepig, who checks over my work and pulls me up on any mistakes. To her, and to you all, enjoy and Happy Easter (if you celebrate it!)

CHAPTER 26

The general pushed himself languidly up upon one elbow, staring down at the boy that lay exhausted beside him on his bedroom floor. Both their bodies were streaked with sweat, their tresses damp and sticking to their faces and necks. Sephiroth reached a hand behind himself and pulled on his long silver hair, dragging it across one shoulder to rest at the front of him, allowing the air to cool his hot back. He idly began to stroke a forefinger over the boy's heaving chest, tracing a well manicured nail around the blond's still hard peaked nipples, trailing downwards towards the firm hollowing stomach as the boy continued to draw in panting breaths.

They had been shut away now for two days. Two days of Sephiroth using his little captive's body to satisfy his own gratification. He had stopped only to snatch some sleep, and to share and feed hungrily on the food that someone left outside the main door at night. Sephiroth presumed that it was Zack, worrying about him. He intended to thank his friend for his concern, after his lust for the captured youth lying so passively next to him had abated a little.

Cloud shivered at the man's continued lazy touch. Not through fear, but through anticipation. He knew the man wasn't finished with him for the day. Not yet. Even though Sephiroth had been playing with his body non-stop for five hours now, making him climax over and over again, Cloud knew his captor wouldn't be completely sated until he had spilled his own seed deep within the confines of his bowels.

Foreplay, the general called it. Torture, was the name Cloud gave it.

Cloud's eyes jerked open as Sephiroth moved from his side, feeling the weight of the man as he pushed himself down over his middle, the silver head looking towards his feet. He shuddered, knowing what was going to happen, trying to will his cock not to respond. But it was useless. The man had a talented tongue, and he used it now to lick and lap at the rigid length of Cloud's penis, teasing it, making it twitch and react to his oral administrations. It was as much as Cloud could do to hold in the groan of sheer pleasure, as the dominant man devoured Cloud's rampant erection.

The tight leather binding that Sephiroth had bound Cloud's genitals with about an hour before, cruelly prevented his ejaculation. His balls were aching and swollen, his cock head enflamed and throbbing. Cloud arched his spine, trying to push himself deeper past the lips of the man, his grasping fingers finding a home in the long silver tresses that covered him, tugging and pulling while his hips pistoned into his tormentors mouth, trying to find the release he so desperately needed. Tears of frustration leaked from his eyes as the pent up cramping feeling in his stomach churned, as he felt ready with the need to come, only to be denied time and time again. The groan became a cry, a cry for mercy, his clutching hands now wrenching desperately on the hair that was trapped within his fingers.

The sharp pulls alerted Sephiroth to the boy's impending need for release and, finally taking pity, he used one hand to untie the bulging cock and ball sac that he was suckling on, swallowing compulsively as he suddenly found his mouth drowned in the boy's copious jetting stream of sperm. The cries of pain and pleasure the little blond uttered were pure music to Sephiroth's ears, as were the tiny, almost unheard thank you's the boy muttered over and over again.

Taking his mouth from the now limp cock, Sephiroth slowly turned around and licked his lips with exaggeration, before climbing up the body of the boy who lay there beneath him, his beautiful face flushed, his blue eyes closed. Gently, he prodded him to turn over. The boy resisted, just lay there gasping in lungful's of air. Sephiroth prodded a bit harder, landing a smack on the boy's outer thigh. Cloud's eyelids flew open, his eyes blazing, and he retaliated, smacking back at the hand that had struck him. Sephiroth's heart soared.

The fight was on again.

Raising back an arm, Sephiroth slapped at the boy's face, striking his cheeks alternatively, his rapid blows not gentle in any way, while his other hand reached for and gripped tightly around his captive's throat, squeezing and making the boy's once exhausted breaths now turn into painful ragged gasps.

Just as Sephiroth thought his hapless victim was about to pass out, Cloud surprised him by bringing both his legs up together and wrapping them around him, locking his ankles together and catching the man seated on top of him in a vice hold, using the leverage and force of his lowering legs to pull Sephiroth off of him. With his legs scissored around Sephiroth in this way, Cloud was pulled up into a sitting position, and Sephiroth found himself the one held down, realizing he was the one now fending off blows.

Thin lips curled into a smile. The general was glad he had finally found a sexual partner to match him in the bedroom. Though this boy gave the impression of being weak and submissive, when sex drove him he was as vicious as he was. If Sephiroth nibbled at the boy's ears, the boy would bite back, his sharp little teeth drawing blood. If Sephiroth scratched at the boy's skin, he in turn would drive his own fingernails deep into Sephiroth's flesh, gouging and tearing. Sephiroth proudly considered each and every mark or gash made upon him a mating scar.

Cloud continued to pommel at the silver haired man, hitting him wherever his fists could land, keeping his legs locked around the general as if his very life depended on it. He knew he had gained the upper hand for a few seconds, but he also knew that the element of surprise from his attack was over, and that at any moment his aggressor would be fighting back. Prompted by desperation, Cloud's punishing blows slammed down harder and faster, trying to do as much damage as he could, to hopefully stun or disable the general into submittal. Or just enough so he would be left alone.

Almost as if smiling at a badly behaved child, Sephiroth's mouth curved upwards, his green pupils glittering dangerously. That was all that Cloud's eyes had time to register, before suddenly feeling a strong arm hook beneath the knee of one of his legs, and tip him off the body he was holding down. Quickly, Cloud tried to get to his feet, but the general was quicker in his movements, and he got to his knees first, reaching and pulling Cloud back to him, dragging him by one ankle, ignoring the other kicking foot that lashed out at him.

Sephiroth turned the thrashing boy over, pinning him belly down to the floor, grabbing his victims long spiky hair and slamming his face repeatedly several times against the carpeting, until the boy stopped fighting. Cloud's heated profanities now became whimpered pleas, begging his aggressor to stop. Sephiroth did so, releasing his hold on Cloud's head and instead taking tight hold of the boy's hips, lifting and raising them high into the air. Nudging apart lean legs, the general then took up his position behind the boy, ready at last to satisfy his need.

"You can't do this!" Cloud cried out desperately, turning and resting his beaten face on one side, knowing even before he spoke that his words were in vain. "This isn't right. I should be sent to trial. You're not supposed to treat me like this. All I should have to supply to you is my name, rank and number."

"Wrong," Sephiroth answered, smugly. "All you have to supply to me is two holes with which to keep me amused, and pleasured."

Cloud tried one more time to resist, tried to push himself up on his arms and yank himself free from the man's tight hold, hoping to loosen the grip on his hips and scurry away, to be able to get on his feet and fight again.

But Sephiroth was having none of it. His cock was ready to plough, and he would not be denied any longer. He smashed a forearm down over the boy's back as he felt him try to move, and his face took on a smile as Cloud's upper body fell back to the floor again, a soft grunt coming from the blond's throat as his elbows gave way and he was once more docile and prone in front of the man about to fuck him.

Pulling on the slender waist once more, lifting the captive's ass back in place, Sephiroth took hold of his firm erection and pushed into the boy's abused hole, astonished that the loosened sphincter still resisted him, surprised too at the clinging tightness of the boy's hot channel, even though it was thoroughly wetted with sperm from his prior ejaculations. The inner ass muscles seemed to clench his cock and draw him in, and Sephiroth let out a soft moan of contentment as he sank himself inside deeper, sliding his whole shaft in right up to the hilt, in one single forceful push.

Cloud bit down on a knuckle that he'd wedged between his teeth, trying to prevent an anguished cry from being uttered. The already throbbing pain from his sore anus intensified as he felt himself breached and filled once again. The man was simply too large for comfortable penetration, and Cloud thought that this time his skin would surely tear. He began to question himself, asking mentally why he continued to resist, why he continued to fight each and every time his captor reached for him. He was beginning to realize the futility of such actions, and it scared him to think that he might eventually end up submitting willingly to this treatment. Though what scared him even more was the way his body quickly responded to his perpetrator's touch, the way his own cock rose and swelled in the man's expert hand or mouth. He hated that he yearned for the living rod inside of him to hit a certain spot deep within him, a spot that made him forget about everything.

Escape, home, freedom...

Even his own name was forgotten as his body was washed over by a warm glow of euphoria, as his hips pumped back in time, pounding himself, impelling himself, upon the invading member. Now Cloud's whimper of pain turned into a guttural moan of pleasure as the man's imbedded cock hit the hidden area inside of him that made his entire world seem so wonderful. The need to fight and resist vanished, and he listened only to his primal instincts.

Sephiroth was keeping up a steady rhythm, an even tempo, his thrusting strokes deliberately long and languid, pushing his firm length deeply into the inner heat of the boy held below him with well practiced ease. His hands were no longer crushing and bruising on the slender form, instead, his fingers were splayed open and stroking the soft trembling flanks of the little blond. Sephiroth smiled to himself when he felt the boy reciprocate to his sexual expertise, knowing that at this stage in the battle between them, the boy wanted this just as much as he did, no matter how much he would try to pretend otherwise once his needs had been satisfied.

Cloud dared to take hold of his new erection, his hand moving desperately, trying to keep in time with the man behind him. With his eyes tightly closed, he continued to moan and groan, hearing himself beg for more, not able to stop himself from pleading with the man to go deeper, to push harder, to pump faster. He detested himself even as he spoke the words. But nothing else mattered to him at that moment, not even losing his self respect. With a shuddering gasp, he felt his balls draw up and his fingers clenched, pulling his cock back in his fisted grip, welcoming the release of his ejaculation because he knew that after his orgasm, he would go back to hating the general.

As Sephiroth felt the tight, hot, inner walls spasm and squeeze around his prodding cock, he held still for a moment and took pleasure from the feeling. He arched his spine back and pushed his hips forward more, driving in deep and giving a small gasp of his own as he felt the need to release build up inside of him. His cock pulsed, and as the boy came, so too did he, his fingers once again grabbing hold of the slim body in front of him, holding on tightly and keeping the boy in place as he insured his cock was emptied and his seed received.

Trembling all over, Cloud was relieved when the general pulled his softening cock away from him, the man's ejected sperm leaking from Cloud's ravished ass and dribbling down his inner thighs. He didn't fight when the man flopped down beside him and drew him near to him, and he didn't resist either when Sephiroth idly played a finger up and down his uncovered forearm again, planting small kisses on the top of his head. He was simply too tired. He just wanted to sleep.

"You like what I do to you, don't you?"

Cloud stiffened at the comment, a heated word of denial bursting from his throat. "NO!"

"Liar," the general drawled. "I can tell that you crave it. Oh, you may make it appear that you're outraged, but we both know you're lying to yourself." His hold on the blond tightened as he felt the boy try to move away from him. "I notice the way you watch me from beneath your lowered lashes. I see your eyes follow me around the room. You're thinking about me, thinking you'd like me to touch you. But you're too stubborn and too proud to ask, to make the first move."

"You're disgusting," Cloud spat, straining to glare back over his shoulder at his captor.

"You think I'm disgusting?" Sephiroth challenged, his roaming finger moving along Cloud's arm casually, lazily. He bent his head towards the nape of the boy's neck, and whispered cryptically, "You haven't seen anything, yet."

A shiver ran down Cloud's spine as Sephiroth's breath tickled over his skin. It was true that he watched the general's every move. But that was only so he could prepare himself for the man's attacks, so he could at least have a chance of trying to put a stop to being raped, again. He told himself that never would he willingly succumb and plead for this man to touch him in such a way.

"I'll make you forget about her, you know," Sephiroth warned. "That girl. The one whose name you cry out sometimes in your sleep."

"Aeris?"

"If that is her name, yes. I'm going to make it so you cry out my name when you dream. I'm going to have you screaming for me at the top of your lungs, as I make love to you. Trust me, I will make this happen, Cloud."

"Or what?" Cloud challenged, his temper beginning to bristle, his hackles rising. "Or you'll hurt me, like you did that artist?"

"Artist?" Sephiroth mused.

"The one you blinded. The one whose eyes you gouged out because he dared to decorate his white cell walls with pictures he drew, using his own blood as paint," Cloud elucidated.

Sephiroth's travelling finger stilled, and he chuckled, the sound of his laughter seemingly more proud than mirthful. "Ah, the old Shin-Ra rumour machine is still in operation I see." His finger picked up its movement once more, this time drawing little circles over the boy's skin. "I didn't 'gouge' anyone's eyes out," he said condescendingly.

"But I heard..."

"You heard what you were supposed to hear," Sephiroth cut in brusquely. "Rufus likes for others to fear his great general. He allows for the wildly over exaggerated propaganda nonsense about me to be widespread."

"So, there was no blinded artist, no prison cell daubed in blood?" Cloud asked, his small voice still betraying a hint of disbelief.

"There was a prisoner that obtained a small blade from a sympathetic officer. He tried to commit suicide by slicing through his wrists and his throat, and his walls ended up covered in blood by him doing so," Sephiroth answered. "As to whether he was an artist or not, I have no ideal. I think possibly someone added that as a dramatic little flourish to what was, after all, a trivial case of a weak man not being strong enough to cope with being left alone for long periods of time. Isolation breaks some faster than others." The general laid his head down on the floor beside his prisoner, his circling fingers now snaking around the slim waist of the captive boy and drawing him back into his embrace.

"What happened to him?" Cloud asked, his voice hushed, almost too afraid to know the answer.

"The prisoner, or the guard?" Sephiroth queried, spooning in tight behind the blond. "In the case of the guard, he was executed. As for the prisoner, I believe he was sedated and sent to Professor Gast, our resident scientist, to be used as a lab rat. I've not heard any more of the man since then, but I'm sure his unwilling participation in experiments, and the giving of some of his body parts, helped to improve the lives of many Shin-Ra Soldiers."

Cloud shuddered in revulsion at the fate of the poor prisoner, and it was with a big sense of relief that he felt the older man settle down to sleep behind him, knowing that he would be finally left alone for a few hours.

In his mind he recalled the time that he himself had spent incarcerated within the plain white walled cells, and he felt a deep root of humiliating shame grow in his stomach as he thought about his own failed suicide attempt. 'Weak', the general had said of the other prisoner. 'Not strong'. Cloud found himself wishing that he hadn't tried to kill himself, that he had tried to be braver and stick it out, that he could have been someone the general admired and respected, and not looked down upon with scorn.

He pulled his thoughts up sharply. He did not want to be anything to this man. His approval, his satisfaction, his opinion...none of that mattered to Cloud. All that mattered was living long enough to obtain his freedom. He could endure anything, would do whatever it took, just so long as he made it out of this hellhole and escaped back to his loved ones, alive.

Feeling the power and strength of the man sleeping soundly at his back, Cloud did his best to ignore the semen that covered his body, his hurt and aching cock, his sore ass. Forcing his eyes closed, praying for the darkness to claim him for a few hours, he sobbed a name quietly into the silent room.

"Aeris..."