Cloud woke up with a disoriented feeling, as if he had dreamed something deep and turbulent. But he knew it hadn't been a dream, because his heart was beating strangely and his skin was warm, as if he could still feel Sephiroth's lips on his. He reached up and touched his lips, remembering the kiss they had shared. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about what had happened.
As he dressed to go down to Shinra's common dining room, his mind kept reliving the encounter with the general. What did that mean? Was it possible that he was attracted to him?
Upon reaching the dining room, the blond sat alone, trying to maintain his composure as his thoughts returned again and again to Sephiroth and what had happened between them. He wasn't sure how to react, so he decided not to talk about anything with anyone.
Suddenly, Zack Fair sat down next to him, noticing the tension on Cloud's face.
— Are you okay, Cloud? —he asked, his voice soft and concerned—. You look tired.
The young man nodded, trying to smile.
— Yes, I'm fine. Just a little exhausted.
The black-haired man looked at him with compassionate eyes.
— If you need to talk about something, I'm your friend. I have no problem listening to you.
Cloud appreciated Zack's gesture of friendship, but refused to talk about his personal problems.
— It's nothing important, Zack. I just didn't sleep well.
Zack nodded, but his expression suggested he didn't believe his friend's explanation.
— Okay, but if you need to talk seriously someday, remember that I'll always be here for you.
Just then, Sephiroth approached the table, his presence imposing and commanding. Cloud felt his heart race at the sight, his mind reliving the feelings he had experienced the night before.
— Good morning, Cloud —the general said with a cold smile—. I was hoping to find you here. We need to talk about some things.
The young man felt caught between his desire to avoid Sephiroth and his curiosity to know what he wanted to discuss with him. Finally, he nodded and stood up from the table.
— Okay, Sephiroth. Let's talk outside.
Sephiroth smiled, as if he had won a battle without fighting.
— Excellent choice. I like that you are reasonable, Cloud.
The two men walked out of the dining room, leaving Zack Fair with an uneasy look on his back. Cloud paused in the hallway, waiting for Sephiroth to speak.
— What did you want to discuss? —he asked, his voice tense—.
— Rufus Shinra has decided that it is necessary to take action against the rebel group that attacked our facility —the general said, his voice calm but with a hint of authority—. They have been identified as dangerous and their elimination is crucial to maintaining order in the city.
The young SOLDIER listened to Sephiroth's words with a mix of discomfort and concern. He was unsure if he supported the mission after the conversation he had with Glenn Lodbrok.
— And what do you want me to do on this mission? —he asked, trying to keep his tone of voice neutral—.
Sephiroth smiled and leaned close to the blonde's ear to whisper.
— I want you to come with me, Cloud.
Cloud felt a little surprised by the general's request, but he didn't object. After all, it was his duty as a SOLDIER to assist his superiors on a mission.
— Okay —he said, nodding his head—. What's the plan?
Sephiroth stepped back and looked at Cloud with a piercing gaze.
— The leader of the rebel group supposedly has valuable information about Shinra's plans. You must help me capture him alive.
Cloud tensed at the news of the rebel group's leader. He remembered his conversation with Glenn Lodbrok, the feeling that the man knew something important.
— Understood. When do we leave?
— We can't wait —Sephiroth said urgently—. I have an intuition, a feeling. I think I know where Glenn is hiding right now.
The young SOLDIER leaned forward, interested in the information.
— Where is he? —he asked, his mind already starting to work on capture strategies—.
Sephiroth smiled, an enigmatic smile that made Cloud feel uneasy.
— In Sector 5. In the slums, in the church. I think we can find him there.
— Understood —the young SOLDIER nodded, raising his sword—. Let's go.
Without another word, the two men set off, determined to capture Glenn and obtain the information they needed.
The two SOLDIERS moved through the city towards Sector 5. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Cloud couldn't help but think back to the conversation he had had with Glenn, the feeling that the man knew something crucial about Shinra. As they reached the slums of Sector 5, they saw the church in ruins, with flowers growing in the middle of a gap. It was a desolate place, perfect for hiding.
— There —Sephiroth said, pointing to one of the church walls—. Glenn Lodbrok is in there.
The two men crept up to the wall the general had indicated. Sephiroth stopped and listened intently, as if he were waiting for something. Suddenly, a noise coming from inside the church made them tense.
— Listen to that —Sephiroth whispered, his voice low and gravelly—. It's Glenn. He's talking to someone.
Cloud leaned forward, trying to hear better. Someone inside the church was talking to him, but he couldn't make out the words. Sephiroth pulled out his Masamune, ready to spring into action.
— Come on —he said, opening the church door with a whisper—. Let's capture him before he gets away.
Entering the church, Cloud and Sephiroth found Glenn Lodbrok and Aerith Gainsborough in the middle of a conversation. Glenn spoke vehemently, while Aerith listened intently.
— e can't let Shinra continue to destroy the planet —Glenn said, his voice filled with determination—. We have to act now, before it's too late.
Aerith nodded, her face serious.
— I know you're right, Glenn. But what can we do against an organization like Shinra? They're too powerful.
— Don't give up, Aerith —Glenn said, taking her hand—. Together, we can make a difference. Against Shinra, we have nothing to lose.
Without making a sound, Sephiroth approached Glenn and grabbed him by the wrist, trying to separate him from Aerith.
— Let me go! —Glenn shouted, resisting—. Don't you dare touch me!
The general smiled, his gaze cold and merciless.
— I have no choice, Lodbrok. Rufus Shinra ordered me to capture you alive. So don't resist.
With superhuman strength, Sephiroth lifted Glenn off the ground, carrying him backwards as he tried to pull him away from Aerith. But Glenn did not give up easily. With a cry of rage, he broke free of Sephiroth's grip and launched himself at him. The two men engaged in frenzied combat, their weapons clashing loudly in the ruined church. Sephiroth wielded his Masamune with ease, the disproportionately long blade jutting out above his head. Glenn, for his part, used his powerful hammer with skill, striking the general hard.
The SOLDIER general was fast and agile, dodging Glenn's blows with ease. His Masamune spun around him in a fluid motion, seeking to cut through Lodbrok's defense. But the rebel leader did not give up, striking hard and withstanding Sephiroth's every thrust.
Suddenly, Sephiroth shifted his focus and began moving at a faster pace, his Masamune spinning around him in a circular motion. Glenn, surprised by the speed of the attack, was unable to dodge the successive blows.
The general executed his famous attack, the octaslash. Eight quick thrusts followed one after the other, each more lethal than the last. Glenn tried to raise his hammer to protect himself, but he was not fast enough. The blows from Sephiroth's katana bounced off the metal, but their force and speed were too much for the hammer to fully stop. The rebel leader fell to the ground, wounded and disoriented, his hammer thrown from his hands. Sephiroth approached him, his Masamune ready to deliver the finishing blow.
— So this is it, Lodbrok —Sephiroth said, his voice cold and merciless—. Your resistance has been interesting. But in the end, you were unable to stop Shinra from getting what he wants.
Cloud, who had been watching the battle silently, felt a surge of empathy for Glenn. He couldn't let the general kill him.
— Wait —he said, stepping between the two men—. Don't hurt him. Rufus wants him alive.
Sephiroth paused, his gaze falling on Cloud with an expression of surprise and disdain. But then he nodded.
— Okay, Cloud. Let's capture him alive. But don't think this means I have mercy on him.
Together, the two SOLDIERS knelt beside Glenn, who lay on the ground, wounded and exhausted. The young blond lifted the rebel, resting him on his shoulder as the general tied him up with ropes.
Meanwhile, Aerith had fled the church the moment the fight began, hiding in the shadows.
Cloud and Sephiroth left the church with Glenn tied up, their mission accomplished. But the young SOLDIER couldn't shake the conversation he'd had with the rebel leader, the feeling that he knew something crucial about Shinra. Sephiroth, for his part, seemed satisfied with the capture, but his expression was impenetrable, making it difficult to read his thoughts. Cloud didn't know what they planned to do with Glenn, but he was certain it wouldn't be good for the rebel.
— We should take him to Shinra —Sephiroth said, his voice sharp—. Rufus will be eager to see him.
— Yeah, sure —Cloud nodded, trying to keep his composure—. Let's go.
But as they walked, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to Glenn Lodbrok once he was in Shinra custody. Would he be tortured for information? Or were they just going to dispose of him as a useless obstacle? Cloud felt a mix of worry and guilt for having helped capture someone he believed was fighting for a good purpose. But it was his duty as a SOLDIER, and he couldn't disobey his superior's orders, no matter how much it cost him.
Arriving at Shinra, Cloud and Sephiroth handed Glenn over to several armed guards. The rebel leader was dragged inside, his resistance against Shinra's forces futile. The young SOLDIER stood in the doorway, watching them fade away into the gloom. He felt a knot in his stomach, doubt and guilt growing within him. He had done his duty, but he couldn't help but wonder if he had done the right thing.
Sephiroth stepped closer to him, his gaze cold and calculating.
— Are you worried about Lodbrok's well-being? —he asked, a dry smile on his lips—. Don't worry. Rufus will know what to do with him.
Cloud turned to the general, his expression tense.
— It's not that I'm just worried about what might happen to him —he said, his voice a little weak—. I don't know what Rufus plans to do with him. Don't you think we should know what his plans are before we hand him over?
Sephiroth laughed, a low, unpleasant laugh.
— Rufus doesn't care about the details. Only the outcome. And in this case, the outcome is that Glenn Lodbrok will be out of action, which is beneficial to Shinra.
Cloud nodded, but he wasn't convinced. He had a growing feeling that something wasn't right, that there was more to this capture than just following an order. But he didn't know what he could do about it. The blond said goodbye to Sephiroth and returned to his room, his mind spinning with questions and doubts. He couldn't get the image of Glenn out of his head, tied up and subdued, and the feeling that he had done something wrong.
Arriving at his room, he found a note on his desk. It was from Zack Fair, asking him to meet him in the dining room. Cloud read it with interest, remembering the friendship they shared.
He decided to go find him, he needed to talk to someone, to trust someone. He arrived at the dining room and found him sitting alone, staring into space with a serious expression.
— What's wrong, Zack? —Cloud asked, sitting next to him—. Why did you call me?
The raven-haired man looked at his friend with an uncharacteristic seriousness, his expression grave.
— Cloud, I have a feeling a gut feeling —he began, his hands fiddling with the coffee cup in front of him—. I know you're not the type of person to talk about 'feelings,' but I don't know, something tells me something's wrong.
Cloud leaned forward, interested in his friend's concern.
— What makes you think that, Zack? —he asked, his voice soft but serious—. Something to do with Glenn and Shinra?
Zack bit his lower lip, thoughtful.
— Not exactly but I've heard rumors, assumptions. Some say Shinra is doing bad things, things that shouldn't be done. And after seeing you with Sephiroth and Glenn I don't know, I get a bad feeling.
— What kind of ugly things? —Cloud asked, his interest growing—. What exactly have you heard?
The raven-haired man sighed, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to talk more about the subject.
— I have no proof, only rumors. But there are people who talk about experiments, about people disappearing Some even say that Shinra caused the cleansing failure in Sector 5, where civilians died. I don't know if it's true, but —he paused, looking at Cloud with concern—.
Cloud was silent for a moment, processing the information his friend was sharing with him. The idea of Shinra being involved in ugly things wasn't new to him, but he had been trying to keep it at bay, convincing himself that it was just speculation. But now, with Zack's words echoing in his mind, he couldn't ignore the truth so easily. Sephiroth and Rufus didn't seem to care about civilians, only their own interests. And Glenn, at the time of the capture, had spoken of the destruction of the planet.
— Zack, you're right —the young man finally admitted, his voice deep and serious—.
Zack leaned forward, his expression determined.
— We can go to the Turks' office, see if they have Glenn or if we can find anything. The Turks are the ones who do the dirty work for Shinra, I don't know what they might know, but it's worth investigating.
Cloud nodded as the plan began to take shape in his mind.
— Okay, we'll investigate. But we have to be careful, we can't alert anyone of our interest in the rebel leader.
— Don't worry, Cloud. —Zack said, smiling confidently—. We're going to find Glenn and clear this situation up.
Both SOLDIERS discreetly rose from their chairs, avoiding attracting the attention of the other diners. Carefully, they made their way towards the exit, maintaining a natural attitude, as if they were simply going to train. Once out of the dining room, they turned towards a side corridor, moving away from the main area. They advanced in silence, their steps soft on the floor. Upon reaching a crossroads, Zack stopped, listening attentively. Nothing out of the ordinary could be heard. With a gesture, he indicated to Cloud that they should continue on, and together they continued on their way, maintaining a moderate speed so as not to attract attention.
They reached a private elevator, used only by the highest officers and members of the Turks. The black-haired man pressed the button corresponding to the underground floor, and the elevator began to descend, its movement silent and smooth. As they descended, the friends remained silent, looking ahead, ready for any situation that might arise. The tension was palpable, but none of them flinched, accustomed to facing challenges on the battlefield.
Finally, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened with a soft click. The two SOLDIERS stepped out into the dark, empty hallway, their calm breathing the only sound breaking the silence. With slow, quiet steps, Cloud and Zack made their way down the basement hallway, the darkness barely illuminated by the dim fluorescent lights. The network of steel corridors guided them through the interior of the plate, the sounds of their footsteps muffled by the metallic material.
After several minutes of walking, they came to a reinforced door, with an identification panel. Cloud approached it, studying the plate. Apparently, they were on the right level, but they needed to find the Turks' office specifically.
After several failed attempts with various rooms on that level, the SOLDIERS found the right door. They opened it carefully, afraid to find someone in there. But the Turks' office was empty, lit only by the dim light of the screens and the lamp on Tseng's desk.
The audit room, which was the Turks' office, was a stark space, with dark granite walls and a concrete floor. The desk of Tseng, the director, occupied one side, with a large screen and various electronic devices behind it. On the center table was a row of blue, tablet-like screens surrounded by meeting chairs. Zack stayed near the door, listening intently to the silence of the basement hallways. His mission was to make sure no one was around, keeping watch like a cat in a henhouse, while Cloud walked over to the center table. Gently, he touched one of the blue screens, and the screen lit up, revealing a complex data interface. The young man began to browse through the information, his expression grave as he read through the reports and files. Before long, he found what he was looking for: documents on the cleanup of Sector 5. With shaking hands, he opened them, reading in horror the details of the destruction and death of innocent civilians. The information was clear: Shinra had caused the failure in Sector 5, and then sent the Turks to cover their tracks, eliminate evidence, and silence the survivors.
The blonde sat down abruptly in one of the chairs, his mind reacting to the revelation. The raven walked over, seeing the horrified expression on his friend's face.
— What did you find, Cloud? —he asked, his voice low and concerned—.
Cloud looked up, his blue-green eyes shining with a mix of shock and determination.
— It's all a setup, Zack. Shinra knew that clearing Sector 5 was going to cause damage, but they did it anyway. And then they tried to cover it all up, killing those who had survived.
Zack sat down next to him, putting a hand on Cloud's shoulder, his expression grave and concerned.
— I see. This explains a lot. And Glenn? What does he have to do with all this?
Cloud cleared his throat, his voice firm.
— According to these reports, Glenn Lodbrok was one of the few who knew the truth. Shinra wanted to shut him up, so they captured him.
Zack frowned, his mind working rapidly.
— So, if Shinra wants to keep this a secret, they may have taken Glenn to a safe place, outside the Turks' office.
— Or perhaps they killed him —the young blond suggested, his voice grim—. We can't rule out that option.
Suddenly, the office door creaked open, causing both SOLDIERS to turn to it. Tseng, the director of the Turks, entered. The director paused in the doorway, his gaze scanning the room until it landed on Cloud and Zack. A cold smile spread across his face.
— Ah, Cloud Strife. Zack Fair. What are you doing here? I didn't expect to find you in my office.
The SOLDIERS looked at each other quickly, hastily thinking of a convincing answer. Cloud was the first to speak, his voice calm and natural.
— We just came to do a routine inspection, Tseng. We wanted to make sure everything is in order here, as always.
Zack nodded in the background, supporting his friend's version.
— Yes, just a check-up, nothing more.
Tseng watched them suspiciously, but did not seem convinced by their explanation.
— How about I help you remember what is and is not allowed in this place? —he suggested with a sarcastic tone—.
Cloud and Zack exchanged another quick glance, looking for a way out of the situation. The young blond took the initiative, his voice calm and confident.
— Tseng, you know that we respect the rules and boundaries. We didn't come to do anything wrong, just to fulfill our duty as SOLDIER.
The black-haired man joined in the explanation, his tone firm and determined.
— We are here to protect Shinra, not to cause trouble.
Tseng listened to them with an impassive gesture, but his gaze did not relax. Then, he took a step forward, going around the table and approaching them.
— Well, first of all, remember that this office is strictly reserved for Turks. No one, absolutely no one, enters here.
The young SOLDIER stood firm, his expression calm and resolute.
— Understood, Tseng. We will not enter here again without your explicit permission.
Zack nodded, his tone firm.
— And of course, we will make sure to fulfill our duties elsewhere in the facility, without needing to invade your office.
The director assessed them for a moment longer, then nodded.
— Good. Now, if you have nothing else to do here, you should go conduct your training. I don't want to see you in my office again, understood?
— Understood, Tseng. —Cloud said, turning to the door—. Come on, Zack!
The raven-haired man stood up and joined his friend, following him to the door. The director of the Turks watched them as they left, his impassive expression not revealing whether he believed their explanation or not. Once out of the office, the two SOLDIERS relaxed a little, their mutual relief manifested in their tight smiles.
— Well done —Zack said, lightly tapping his friend's shoulder—. Don't worry, Tseng didn't suspect anything.
Cloud nodded, his eyes searching for the exit of the hallway.
— Yes, but we can't afford to take any more risks.
The black-haired man nodded, his serious expression reflecting Cloud's concern.
— You're right, Cloud. We can't take any more risks. We're going back to the 49th floor.
Together, they began to walk towards the elevator, their steps silent in the empty hallway. Upon arriving, Zack pressed the button for the 49th floor, and the elevator began to ascend with a smooth movement. As they ascended, the two friends did not exchange a word, each immersed in their own thoughts. The revelation about the clearing of Sector 5 and the capture of Glenn Lodbrok had changed everything, and they were unsure of how it would affect their future in SOLDIER.
As the elevator reached the 49th floor, Cloud and Zack stepped out, their eyes adjusting to the brighter light of the SOLDIER level. Just then, Sephiroth stepped out of a nearby room, his imposing, elegant figure instantly drawing attention. Seeing Cloud, the general smiled, his expression enigmatic.
— Cloud Strife. I'm glad to see you. Are you going to train?
The young blond paused, a little surprised by the question, but soon realized that Sephiroth had been waiting for him.
— No, I was just returning from a mission, Sephiroth. What about you?
— I was taking a short break —the general said, looking at the elevator—. I'd like you to join me.
Cloud turned to Zack, his grave expression reflecting the tension of the moment.
— Zack, I'm going to go with Sephiroth for a moment. I'll be back later.
The raven-haired boy nodded, his gaze understanding the situation.
— Alright, Cloud.
With that, the blond joined Sephiroth, walking alongside him towards the elevator. The general pressed the button, and the elevator closed behind them. During the ascent, Sephiroth said nothing, his silence eerie. Cloud bit his lower lip, his mind working to find something to talk about, but he had no ideas.
Finally, they reached the 51st floor, the office of the SOLDIER director. As they exited the elevator, Sephiroth led Cloud down the hall to the office. Upon arriving, the general opened the door with his personal key, entering without waiting for the young man to follow.
— This is where I like to rest when there's no one in the building —he said, closing the door behind them—. The director allows me to use it when he's not around.
The office was spacious and luxurious, with a large desk and a bookcase that took up an entire wall. Sephiroth sat on the couch in front of the desk, invading the space with his imposing presence.
— Would you like something to drink? —he offered, looking at Cloud—. A glass of water, perhaps.
Cloud sat in a chair across from Sephiroth's couch, a little uncomfortable with the intimacy of the situation. When the general offered him water, the young man shrugged.
— No, thank you. I don't need anything.
Sephiroth nodded, his gaze fixed on the young man. The room was filled with a tense silence, only interrupted by the soft murmur of ventilation. Cloud felt as if he were in the eye of the hurricane, the attraction the general felt towards him almost palpable. Suddenly, Sephiroth stood up, approaching Cloud with slow, deliberate steps. The blond stood as well, his heart pounding in his chest. The general stopped in front of Cloud, his face very close to the other's. The young man could feel the heat emanating from the general's body. Sephiroth raised a hand, gently caressing Cloud's cheek with gloved fingers, as if it were a delicate flower.
— You are so beautiful, Cloud —he whispered, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire—. I can't resist you.
And without further ado, Sephiroth kissed the young man passionately, his tongue invading the other man's mouth eagerly. Cloud was surprised at first, but soon got carried away by the intensity of the kiss, his arms wrapping around the general's neck.
Sephiroth's kiss was like a hurricane, sweeping away Cloud's resistance. The blond abandoned himself to the passion, his body responding with an intensity that surprised him. Sephiroth pressed him against his body, his erection pressing against the young man's. The general pulled away for a moment, his breath hot in Cloud's ear.
— I want more —he whispered, his voice heavy with desire—. I want all of you.
And without giving Cloud time to respond, Sephiroth lifted him up and carried him to the desk, pushing him onto the hard surface. The general took off his long black coat and threw it to the floor, revealing his bare, muscular torso. He also removed his gloves, letting them fall to the floor and stripped the young SOLDIER of his lower clothing, freeing his erect and pulsating member. Then, he moved closer to Cloud, who was sitting on the desk, looking at him with eyes full of desire and fear at the same time.
And without further ado, Sephiroth knelt between the blonde's legs, wrapping his hands around the other man's member. Then, he guided it into his mouth, his tongue circling the head before swallowing it down his throat.
Cloud moaned, his head throwing back as the general devoured him with passion, his tongue working his member with skill. Sephiroth continued his fellatio, his mouth and tongue working in harmony to provide pleasure to the younger man. The blonde moaned and writhed on the desk, his hands stroking the general's silver hair.
Sephiroth's oral sex was intense and deep, his mouth covering every inch of the other man's member, his tongue circling around to stimulate his glans. Cloud felt himself close to orgasm, his breathing quickened and his body tense.
Suddenly, Sephiroth raised his head, his cyan eyes shining with desire.
— Ready to cum in my mouth, Cloud? —he asked hoarsely, his breath hot on the tip of the other man's member—.
Cloud nodded, his breathing ragged.
— Yes, Sephiroth
With a wicked grin, the general placed his head back between Cloud's legs. Then, he threw himself into his task with renewed passion, his mouth and tongue working in harmony to bring the young SOLDIER to ecstasy. Cloud moaned and writhed, his hands clenching in the general's silver hair.
And with a groan, the blond climaxed, his member throbbing in the general's mouth as he released his semen. Sephiroth drank it down greedily, his tongue collecting every drop.
Afterward, Sephiroth stood up and looked at Cloud with his bright cyan eyes, his expression full of desire and possession.
— You're mine, Cloud Strife —he said, his voice husky and full of authority—. And soon, everyone will know it.
With those words, the general approached Cloud and kissed him hard, his tongue exploring every corner of the other man's mouth. The blond responded to the kiss, his body still shaking from the recent orgasm.
The passion between Sephiroth and Cloud was a flame that grew with each encounter, a flame that would soon consume everything in its path.