Be my Master
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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677
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19
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0
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Be my Master
Be My Master
a Cloud x Sephiroth x Zax
Sephiroth: ‘Be My Master’...ah, a title like that deserves some recognition. Therefore I, the handsome protagonist of the story, shall read the disclaimer.
Zax: What? You?! Get real, man; I’m the handsome protagonist.
Sephiroth: I think not. Why would a lowly SOLDIER be the handsome protagonist when compared to a flawlessly exquisite bishounen like me?
Zax: Get over yourself. *scoffs* What do you do every morning, make out with the mirror?
Sephiroth: *growls* Take that back.
Zax: Make me.
Sephiroth: *drops script, unsheathing his Masamune* Gladly.
Zax: *whips out his Buster Sword* Two can play at that game... Get some!
*Fighting ensues, scenery falling apart*
Cloud: *walks up to the two, looking down at script* What say, guys? *picks up script and begins to read* The characters and situations represented within are the licensed property of Squaresoft Games. Author is not responsible for less-than-sincere assumptions of her sexual preference or moral character. Flames may be introspective, but they will not be tolerated. *sticks tongue out in disgust* Ugh. Who writes this garbage?
Sephiroth: *looks up from fight* Is that what we were fighting over? How trivial.
Zax: Yeah. *puts Buster Sword away* Hey, Seph, wanna go grab a beer?
Sephiroth: My treat, but don’t get used to it.
Zax: Hehe. *slaps Sephiroth on the shoulder* Let’s go, muchacho.
*The two walk away*
Cloud: *throws script behind him and shrugs* Eh. *notices the two gone* H-Hey, guys, wait for me!
* * * * *
Everyone in SOLDIER had to agree that when night fell, the atmosphere changed. Stern sergeants by day became friends at night, talking about life and things in general without a hint of their daylight behavior. Even the great Sephiroth, the most feared and respected man in the assembly, preferred to sleep in the Shin-Ra barracks to pass the time close to the officers and guards who received his cutting remarks and scathing criticism by day.
No one had gained more notoriety, however, than one Zachary; ranked SOLDIER first class. Everyone in the barracks, with the exception of Sephiroth, knew him simply as Zax.
“Hey, Zax!”
“What say, Zax?”
“Come over sometime, Zax! Got a pint waiting for ya!”
The spike-haired brunet was easily the most handsome of the SOLDIERs; at six-foot-eight he towered easily over all but the silver-haired General, of whom he only had fond curses for--
“Goddamn that Sephiroth...says I gotta get up at four to practice my drills. Who does he think he is, God?”
“I swear, the man has no balls! Otherwise he wouldn’t make me do his dry-cleaning.”
“Must be a pretty sorry day when the great all-holy-kiss-my-ass-I-don't-give-a-fuck Sephiroth can’t find a comeback.”
And his favorite by far: “Fuck you, Sephiroth!”
But as far as he thought, Sephiroth had no interest in men or women. The man was simply autosexual. I did did anything, he probably jerked off to porn movies...or to his reflection. Who knew, maybe he spanked his own ass when he wanted a thrill.
However, for all his obvious arrogance, Sephiroth was fucking hot. Zax had little trouble hiding his homosexuality from the other SOLDIERs, but he knew that if anyone found out they’d just feel like an especially large bar of chocolate ready for his mouth. And, damn, he could really hide it...taking the most butch, masculine girls into his bed...and of course, they all loved bondage. He made sure they were all but screaming for it. Heheh, he was a most awful man.
But there was one worse...
Cloud Strife, typical blue-uniformed Shin-Ra lackey.
Sixteen and almost hairless in form, Cloud didn’t even have the pubertal development to use a razor. The only noticeable blond on him was his head, covered in featherlike spikes that reminded him partly of his own – waxed – hair, but mostly of a chocobo. So much so that he called him ‘Chocobo-Head’.
“Hey, chocobo-head, wanna grab a beer?”
And Cloud’s indomitably shy response:
“I’m...too young to drink...”
“Ah, that’s okay, I’ll buy you a soda,” he had said in return. The kid didn’t have enough courage to go in with him, and so had waited outside the Shin-Ra Lenox bar as Zax walked casually in, coming back out with a Mt. Nibel Cold Draft and a tall cola topped with a pair of long-stemmed cherries. He’d discovered that day that the boy could knot them with his tongue, something Zax had never been able to do and was fiercely jealous of him for...but then, watching Cloud’s mouth work, half-open and shifting, had been sexy as hell. That was but one of the reasons he was so terrible.
And shy as a rabbit! Damn, he couldn’t imagine the kid being gay for a moment. But driving his cock into him...God, that’d be excellent. Cloud would squirm around and pant, clutching tightly at the brunet’s sleeveless shirt with tiny fingers...
“Ah, Z-Zax...it...it’s so big...”
And his own planned response for when that day came...
“Yeah, Cloud baby. You get me so fucking hard...ride it...”
Ooh, and the anticipation when Cloud would kneel in front of him to suck him off...
“Oh-h, Zax, you taste good...”
Fuck! Those fantasies always made him hard as a metal pole, forcing him to jack off before practice or in the shower...oh, and he’d take Cloud there, too... Just the sight of that blond hair sopping wet and plastered against his face would be arousing. He’d picked up a handheld showerhead after having that daydream for the first time, imagining aiming the spray to tickle Cloud’s youthful dick. Oh, God. The boy was hot, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Except scheme to get him in his bed...
* * * * *
VVL 69: XD I am so horrible. Most of these next chapters will focus on the fantasies of both Cloud and Zax, with perhaps an interlude by Sephiroth...Heheh.
a Cloud x Sephiroth x Zax
Sephiroth: ‘Be My Master’...ah, a title like that deserves some recognition. Therefore I, the handsome protagonist of the story, shall read the disclaimer.
Zax: What? You?! Get real, man; I’m the handsome protagonist.
Sephiroth: I think not. Why would a lowly SOLDIER be the handsome protagonist when compared to a flawlessly exquisite bishounen like me?
Zax: Get over yourself. *scoffs* What do you do every morning, make out with the mirror?
Sephiroth: *growls* Take that back.
Zax: Make me.
Sephiroth: *drops script, unsheathing his Masamune* Gladly.
Zax: *whips out his Buster Sword* Two can play at that game... Get some!
*Fighting ensues, scenery falling apart*
Cloud: *walks up to the two, looking down at script* What say, guys? *picks up script and begins to read* The characters and situations represented within are the licensed property of Squaresoft Games. Author is not responsible for less-than-sincere assumptions of her sexual preference or moral character. Flames may be introspective, but they will not be tolerated. *sticks tongue out in disgust* Ugh. Who writes this garbage?
Sephiroth: *looks up from fight* Is that what we were fighting over? How trivial.
Zax: Yeah. *puts Buster Sword away* Hey, Seph, wanna go grab a beer?
Sephiroth: My treat, but don’t get used to it.
Zax: Hehe. *slaps Sephiroth on the shoulder* Let’s go, muchacho.
*The two walk away*
Cloud: *throws script behind him and shrugs* Eh. *notices the two gone* H-Hey, guys, wait for me!
* * * * *
Everyone in SOLDIER had to agree that when night fell, the atmosphere changed. Stern sergeants by day became friends at night, talking about life and things in general without a hint of their daylight behavior. Even the great Sephiroth, the most feared and respected man in the assembly, preferred to sleep in the Shin-Ra barracks to pass the time close to the officers and guards who received his cutting remarks and scathing criticism by day.
No one had gained more notoriety, however, than one Zachary; ranked SOLDIER first class. Everyone in the barracks, with the exception of Sephiroth, knew him simply as Zax.
“Hey, Zax!”
“What say, Zax?”
“Come over sometime, Zax! Got a pint waiting for ya!”
The spike-haired brunet was easily the most handsome of the SOLDIERs; at six-foot-eight he towered easily over all but the silver-haired General, of whom he only had fond curses for--
“Goddamn that Sephiroth...says I gotta get up at four to practice my drills. Who does he think he is, God?”
“I swear, the man has no balls! Otherwise he wouldn’t make me do his dry-cleaning.”
“Must be a pretty sorry day when the great all-holy-kiss-my-ass-I-don't-give-a-fuck Sephiroth can’t find a comeback.”
And his favorite by far: “Fuck you, Sephiroth!”
But as far as he thought, Sephiroth had no interest in men or women. The man was simply autosexual. I did did anything, he probably jerked off to porn movies...or to his reflection. Who knew, maybe he spanked his own ass when he wanted a thrill.
However, for all his obvious arrogance, Sephiroth was fucking hot. Zax had little trouble hiding his homosexuality from the other SOLDIERs, but he knew that if anyone found out they’d just feel like an especially large bar of chocolate ready for his mouth. And, damn, he could really hide it...taking the most butch, masculine girls into his bed...and of course, they all loved bondage. He made sure they were all but screaming for it. Heheh, he was a most awful man.
But there was one worse...
Cloud Strife, typical blue-uniformed Shin-Ra lackey.
Sixteen and almost hairless in form, Cloud didn’t even have the pubertal development to use a razor. The only noticeable blond on him was his head, covered in featherlike spikes that reminded him partly of his own – waxed – hair, but mostly of a chocobo. So much so that he called him ‘Chocobo-Head’.
“Hey, chocobo-head, wanna grab a beer?”
And Cloud’s indomitably shy response:
“I’m...too young to drink...”
“Ah, that’s okay, I’ll buy you a soda,” he had said in return. The kid didn’t have enough courage to go in with him, and so had waited outside the Shin-Ra Lenox bar as Zax walked casually in, coming back out with a Mt. Nibel Cold Draft and a tall cola topped with a pair of long-stemmed cherries. He’d discovered that day that the boy could knot them with his tongue, something Zax had never been able to do and was fiercely jealous of him for...but then, watching Cloud’s mouth work, half-open and shifting, had been sexy as hell. That was but one of the reasons he was so terrible.
And shy as a rabbit! Damn, he couldn’t imagine the kid being gay for a moment. But driving his cock into him...God, that’d be excellent. Cloud would squirm around and pant, clutching tightly at the brunet’s sleeveless shirt with tiny fingers...
“Ah, Z-Zax...it...it’s so big...”
And his own planned response for when that day came...
“Yeah, Cloud baby. You get me so fucking hard...ride it...”
Ooh, and the anticipation when Cloud would kneel in front of him to suck him off...
“Oh-h, Zax, you taste good...”
Fuck! Those fantasies always made him hard as a metal pole, forcing him to jack off before practice or in the shower...oh, and he’d take Cloud there, too... Just the sight of that blond hair sopping wet and plastered against his face would be arousing. He’d picked up a handheld showerhead after having that daydream for the first time, imagining aiming the spray to tickle Cloud’s youthful dick. Oh, God. The boy was hot, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Except scheme to get him in his bed...
* * * * *
VVL 69: XD I am so horrible. Most of these next chapters will focus on the fantasies of both Cloud and Zax, with perhaps an interlude by Sephiroth...Heheh.