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On a Length of Chain	By : wickedorin Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On a Length of Chain and the somewhat general storyline of On
a Length of Chain would happen to be copyright Orin Drake--but nothing
else is! Characters and a good deal of the backstory are owned by
Square-Enix... lucky bastards. "The eye thing" (Advent Children-related)
and the inspiration of this particular scenario are all the fault of the
far too talented Miss Kalloway (find you the Lemonade
Cafe, says I--find it and be at peace).

        Background: All I wanted
was a slightly kinky collar and leash scenario with Cloud and Denzel...
and it lead into this. Woe is me, obviously. Apparently they
are much more comfortable with each other than they were last time... and
it looks like I'm getting a little bit back to "the darker side" again,
so that makes me happy. Although, really, if you're familiar with
this kind of thing... then you're going to see the love and trust shining
through the cracks. And if you're not familiar, then... this is gonna
scare the hell out of you. Enjoy it.

On a Length of Chain

by Orin Drake
        It was no longer such a rarity
to see him smile. Oh, it was far from as constant and all-consuming
as Zack's brilliant expression... but it was there, just the same.
A sparkle in his eyes, the occasional twitch of the corners of his mouth...
and every so often, at least once in a day, a real and genuine smile.

        That was exactly the kind
of expression he was wearing when he knocked quietly at Denzel's bedroom
door. Just having arrived back, late at night, from an extremely
long drive... it was nice to know he could stop in and say hello.
Especially without Tifa threatening to kill him.

        "You're my friend, Cloud."
She'd said the morning after discovering him and Denzel in bed together.
"But he's fifteen... and if you hurt him, I'll have to break your arms."

        The blonde had nodded in
understanding, both amused and convinced she was not lying in the least
despite a half-hidden smile on her lips. More words had been unnecessary;
after all, she'd been inside his head at one point. She... knew,
enough. There was no more safe or protected place than Cloud's heart,
and she need not worry about Denzel or his part in it.

        As for Marlene... she was
still somewhat young and not taking much notice of the boys yet.
That did not mean that she wasn't far too smart for her own good, though;
she'd made a very vocal request to move down the hall and into Cloud's
room. When Tifa asked her why she would even think of such a thing,
the girl had replied, "Because Cloud never sleeps there anyway. And
the walls are too thin in my room."

        Smiling just a little bit
wider, he knocked again. The youth insisted constantly that he be
greeted whenever the warrior returned home from a delivery, regardless
of what time it was or what he may be doing. "Even sleeping."
The teen had stated specifically with that too-serious near-pout of his.

        Cloud heard a shift from
inside, then bedsprings. The youth had probably fallen asleep waiting
for him... there was a mild pang of guilt, knowing that if he hadn't stopped
off to purchase what rested in the small box hidden behind his back, he'd
have made it home hours ago. It had been... important, however.
Both to select the perfect one, and to make sure that he'd purchased it
from a merchant who didn't know who he was. It was for the quality
of the surprise... and not to complicate matters for Denzel nor himself.

        As footsteps padded quickly
to the door, the blonde took a moment to ponder just who might know for
sure. There was Tifa, of course. Marlene certainly knew enough.
Vincent had given him "looks", but then the man was always doing that to
people. Yuffie was stunningly oblivious; not a trait he thought he'd
even learn to appreciate in her. Since Barret hadn't yelled at him
yet, he could only assume the man didn't have any idea. And Cid yelled
at everyone, so there was no telling.

        Such pondering was forgotten
as the door opened, Denzel over-zealously pulling him inside and closing
the door immediately. Even after months together, their greeting
kisses were timid, questioning--though only at first. Cloud was not
going to allow it to escalate quite so soon; he had purpose.

        The boy let a curious mumble
through when he was pressed back just enough to break contact with the
other's lips--and then he noticed a flat, square box in Cloud's hand.
It was pure black, unmarked, betraying nothing of where it had come from
or what might be in it. His very wakeful eyes looked on with interest.

        The blonde smiled at that,
glad for Denzel's silent questions. "I thought..." he considered
his words carefully, "I would get you a present."

        "You brought something for
me?" the teenager couldn't help a nearly childish, excited tone. You
brought me something you didn't want the others to know about?
The very thought, it was... touching... He dared not even to reach
for the gift at first, waiting until it was pressed into his hands to allow
himself to grasp at the box. During birthdays and holidays, he was
known for making piles of fine shreds out of wrappings and containers...
but this one was different. True, there was no paper around it, but
the simplicity and the secret held within was more exciting.

        Cloud watched, stone-still.
He didn't want to show Denzel how nervous he really was about giving such
a gift; it was a very new experience for him, something he'd never given
serious thought to let alone talked about... but he didn't feel that he
had reason to worry. At least, he hadn't until that moment when the
lid was being lifted, when his breath caught and he couldn't quite find
his ability to swallow.

        Lain in a nest of downy
cotton was a most unexpected surprise for the youth: a collar. Not
a necklace, not a choker... but what could only ever be and most certainly
was a black leather collar, adorned only with a silver buckle and
a very small silver D-ring in the center of the band.

        He wasn't sure what his
initial reaction should have been. Anyone else in his position
would have likely felt offended, upset, sending Cloud away with a hailstorm
of curses... but as he lightly reached forward to run just his fingertips
along the smooth leather, he felt nothing more than a rush of pure, warm,
insanely powerful...
appreciation come over him. "This is
for me?"

        The warrior was nearly surprised
to hear anticipation in the boy's voice--though he was unbelievably happy
for it. He had pondered the gift for the entire week before, wondering
how it would be taken but increasingly certain of the teen's tastes and
unspoken desires. There was still a timidness in him, still unbelieving
that this beautiful, smart and increasingly strong teenager would choose
to continue to be with him. Especially after receiving such a gift.
His words were quiet, bordering on unsure--he had to know. "Would
you like me to help you put it on?"

        "Please." His voice
barely a whisper, Denzel was learning quickly that foreplay could extend
well past what he'd assumed previously.

        The invisible clutching
hand around the blonde's chest released somewhat. A nervousness that
had begun to flood him finally took its leave, allowing him to grasp the
collar and reach around the boy's neck without shaking, without hesitating.
Certain, calm fingers adjusted the buckle's prong before retreating just
far enough to take in the effect... something utterly beyond words.

        The youth took a moment
to simply experience the new sensation, finding it more odd than anything.
It was not unpleasant, considering what it was and who had given
it to him, but it was most definitely foreign-feeling. There was
plenty of slack for breathing, of course, the band made just tight enough
to feel the leather against his throat. It tightened slightly
against his pulse with every swallow, every turn of his head, reminding
him of its presence.

        "Cloud, can we..?" Denzel
heard himself ask, watching the blonde already make his way to the door
and turn the lock.

        No sooner had the securing
click sounded than the warrior turned and ordered, darkly but gently, "Take
off your clothes."

        Biting his lip with the
intensity of the sheer thrill sent rolling madly through him, the youth
obeyed immediately. Worn shirt and pajama pants thrown asunder, he
stood there without shame, staring into those familiar Mako eyes tinged
with desire and playfulness.

        And then the game became
impossibly more interesting. From his left hip pocket, Cloud produced
the other purchase he'd made that night, in a pet store along the way to
Kalm.

        The youth shivered, his
eyes closing against the vision of the shining chain as he fought to control
the sounds that threatened to spill too loudly from his lips. A leash.
Oh but the blonde just kept surprising him... He didn't even
know, had hardly begun to fathom such possibilities...

        Stalking forward silently,
purposefully bringing an air of dominance to his motions, the warrior clipped
the heavy chain onto the pristine new collar. The other end securely
about his wrist, he stepped back for the second time to admire the vision
before him... and the second uncontrollable shiver he'd gotten from Denzel
already.

        The blonde was entirely
pleased to discover that he'd made the correct choice in terms of presents.
That beautiful body could only be more enhanced by the band of leather
he'd
placed around the boy's neck. He allowed himself the memory of Sephiroth's
possessiveness for only a moment before pushing it away; the man had always
marked him, always called him Mine... While he had greatly
appreciated that, he would make it a point to insist upon Denzel telling
him what he wanted, first... in his own way. Leaning so that
his lips ghosted the shell of the boy's ear with every word, he whispered,
"Shall we go on?"

        It took a few seconds for
the answer to come. Breathing had to be controlled, an understanding
of language itself needed to be pieced back together before an answer was
even possible. "Yes. Please."

        The too-polite response
made Cloud chuckle, something that apparently only caused the youth to
be even more hopelessly attractive as he shivered again with a quiet moan.
No more words; he merely tugged once on the chain in the direction of the
bed.

        Denzel was nothing if not
a remarkably fast learner. His eyes flashed open at the unfamiliar
sensation, but the gist was utterly absolute. He followed obediently,
crawling on the bed and sitting on his folded legs with his knees together
as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do so at the end of
a leash.

        Only the most rigid of forced
self control kept the warrior from attacking the boy then and there.
Little did the teenager know just how perfectly he fit into the role.
Keeping himself focused by a single thread of willpower, Cloud transferred
the end of the leash to rest between his teeth; both hands were then used
to strip himself of every stitch of clothing as quickly as possible.

        The boy didn't bother to
mask the moan as he watched the display, hips bucking slightly by sheer
instinct regardless of having nothing immediately to find friction against.
He'd gained the distinct impression that reaching down to stroke himself
without permission would certainly be against the rules of this delicious
new game... and he was more than willing to discover all the rules before
systematically breaking them one by one.

        Leash back in hand, Cloud
couldn't help another slow moment to appraise the beauty before him.
It was... a wonder. Memories flooded him for the dark shadow of an
instant--how much had he wanted his great and powerful hero to do just
these things to him? But he'd never been brave enough to ask...
Maybe the general would have granted every request with that elegant, maddening
smirk... but he'd never had the courage to bring it up, too timid, too
awed and blindly caught in the other man's gravitation. There had
been plenty to be satisfied with, besides. He wasn't even sure he'd
have known how to articulate his desire, back then.

        It served to scare him,
making him pause and take his time. Always, he felt the need to be
certain of Denzel's part in their play (he already knew the rest of their
togetherness had slid perfectly into place). He refused to get too
rough, to keep going past the point of no return... but the boy had never
once given him any indication that he wanted to slow down, much less stop.
Cloud was able to bring him to that edge, to dangle him off the cliff--but
always pull him back with comforting arms and soft words. Mistakes
had been made in the past... and a warrior either learned from them, or
died.

        Assured by the very hunger
in the teenager's eyes, he moved forward and claimed those lips again.
Instead of pushing the youth down, however, he carefully used the leash
and the pressure of their mouths meeting to press the boy toward the other
side of the bed while Cloud himself laid down. Quickly getting the
picture, Denzel lightly sat atop him, lengths brushing lightly against
one another as he moved to position himself comfortably.

        That wasn't quite
what the warrior had in mind, however--he tugged at the chain, forcing
the younger body flush against him. Helpless. Gasping with
the undeniably exquisite feel of the leather around his neck and
the warmth of the demanding body beneath him, he'd have offered up his
soul
if he hadn't so willingly handed it over already. He couldn't help
a reflexive buck as a warm hand slowly ran the length of his spine from
neck to tailbone, moving over to rest for a moment on his hip.

        And then there was the next
great surprise of the night. It was experimental in nature, playful
and testing... but it made Denzel's breath hitch, his entire body stiffen
immediately. Cloud had pulled his hand back from the hip and... and
swatted
him.

        No, that wasn't the word...
spanked
him. Once, sharply. The very unexpected sound of the
palm against his flesh was enough to surprise him, not to mention the mild
sting it left. What was really, really a shock...was how much he
liked
it. The stiffness quite suddenly left most of his body, draping
over his elder in a shuddering heap. He could barely find the words,
let alone the voice... "Again..."

        The blonde then became the
one to find himself in utter surprise. He had imagined, sure...
and hoped, most certainly... To have it requested of
him... he almost didn't know how to react. Other than, of course,
to comply fervently. The next strike held much more intention and
a great deal more bite--almost making him regret the decision when the
boy began mindlessly grinding against him.

        --No. No, not
yet. As much as Cloud wanted to give in, as much as he was just
too close, their game wasn't over. He had to force himself to
lift the hand that held the leash, giving it only one hard tug.

        Denzel nearly hissed in
frustration with the order that tug implied--but the possibilities of something
even better just around the corner forced him to pull away from the warmth
beneath him. He had lifted one leg to dismount and move to the side,
but found himself held firmly in a hover above the body below. The
blonde merely slid up a bit so he could rest in a sitting position against
the headboard, leash wrapped so tightly around his hand that his knuckles
rested against the collar, allowing the boy not a single inch of leeway.
If the teen wanted more, he would just have to work for it.

        Meeting those exceptionally
devious Mako orbs, the youth managed to retain eye contact in a nearly
defiant manner. He had discovered through a number of means that
Cloud was very much into plays of power--especially in the sexual realm.
He knew the collar was around his neck, but he didn't have to give in right
away.

        The blonde seemed only too
glad for his student's insight as a sound akin to a purr left his throat
unwittingly. He used a bit more force the second time, careful not
to harm the youth but certain to keep their play ever on the verge of danger.

        That time, Denzel was only
glad to allow himself to be moved. Defiance, he could pull off.
Outright refusal of something he so desperately wanted would have been
insane. He let his head be lowered, opening his mouth in perfect
willingness to Cloud's hardness, feeling the heat and the speed of his
pulse immediately. Tongue first, teasing the tip, wetting the head
but not lingering; then a hard and slow press of tongue against the underside
before he allowed his lips to close around the prize.

        Technique had taken a while
for the teenager to hone. He was a fast learner, to be sure--but
it had taken far longer to pick up on the unspoken signals. Even
through their games, Cloud was still far too concerned about granting Denzel's
desires to insist upon anything solely for himself, forcing the boy to
decode the warrior's moans, cries and body language. It was a satisfying
challenge, really, not so much unlike their practice spars. Or any
battle, really; you spend your time watching, countering until you can
go in for the kill.

        The boy had also become
a remarkably practiced tease. On a particular day when Cloud's lessons
or critique had seemed too harsh to him, he would use his skills to their
very limits. Listening to the blonde plead (without words, at first...
and then, if held long enough, he would get the occasional whispered word
upon parted lips) for release was one of the most beautiful things he'd
ever heard... and despite the cruelty of the act, he would never tire of
the soft, whimpered begging of his teacher.

        Seeing as how the student
was currently learning how to fare at the end of a leash, however, he decided
to forego some of the cruelty. Descending quickly, he voraciously
took what he could into his mouth and worked his increasingly talented
throat.

        Sometimes the mind will
focus on strange things as the body rushes toward release... and of all
things, Cloud was reminded of Denzel's eyes. Or, rather, what he
was told of Denzel's eyes. During that last battle, not long enough
ago... Tifa had told him that she'd seen Denzel's eyes change. "He
had
Sephiroth's eyes." She'd told him with a shudder, turning away.

        He was glad she hadn't seen
the unexpected shiver move through him; a shiver that was anything but
unpleasant. He'd finally come to know that planet-sucking whore
Jenova was only using Sephiroth's body, drawing from his memories and strength
of will but never once truly puppeteering his soul. To think that
maybe... he was in the Lifestream somewhere... that perhaps Denzel had
a small but precious piece within him... Back then during the conversation
with Tifa, he'd had to excuse himself to his room where he chastised himself
silently on the verge of tears and thunderous, helpless rage for even entertaining
such notions.

        Pulled back to the present
by his own choked gasping, it was almost a surprise to find himself in
mid-release. Lucky him; he'd almost missed it by dwelling on the
past. He moaned and panted with a grin, chastising himself instead
for almost missing his own orgasm. That would not do at all.

        Spent and quite literally
sucked dry, he gave the chain another pull. Denzel obeyed instantly,
swallowing and licking his lips as he crawled back over the blonde's body
and sat carefully on top of him. The boy was so perfect, and the
blonde was entirely grateful--a fact not missed when a hungry, exhausted
meeting of lips and teeth and tongue bled naturally into a soft kiss.

        A kiss broken quite by accident
when the boy couldn't help but grind against the other body with the slightest
touch of unreleased frustration. It made Cloud chuckle, finding the
strength to move quickly; he sat foreword and rolled onto his knees without
warning, throwing the younger body off of him. As Denzel landed on
his back with a mild "oof", he was rather pleased to find himself pinned
to the mattress and staring up into those familiar, mischievous Mako depths.

        The question, however, made
it all the more spectacular. "Where would you like to cum, Denzel?"

        The gritty, deep, lust-filled
tone alone made the boy shudder; but when the question finally sunk in,
he found his limbs weakened considerably. He could barely form a
coherent sentence, let alone express himself with the amount of urgency
he felt the situation warranted. "I-in your mouth. Cloud, please..."

        The blonde grinned at the
rushed words. Well, he hadn't expected the boy to be quite that
close to the edge... not that he minded. If he was so damn apt at
being a tease, however... maybe it was time for the teacher to best the
student a bit. A little random fun and whatnot.

        Denzel seemed to sense that
he was suddenly in trouble. The feather-light touches of fingertips
against his length only cemented the thought. He nearly whimpered
into the moan wrought from such attentions, not given nearly enough friction,
motion, pressure...

        A quick repositioning of
his leg and another powerful smack to his ass made him jump.
He expected more of them, anticipated--but got only another slow, almost
nonexistent fingertip tracing his hardness. The touches were so delicate,
so unnecessarily gentle... but still there was that danger, that fear that
he was in for much more than he understood. The teasing half-touches
were so careful that he could almost feel pain in the tickling rushes
up his spine. He clamped his teeth together and closed his eyes tightly,
determined not to give in and beg for more.

        He felt Cloud's hand pull
away suddenly, expecting another delicious swat--only to have those same
damned teasing fingertips run along the reddening handprint left by the
last one. That was the point of a quiet mewl of frustration.

        "Yes?" came the amused voice
from beyond the youth's closed eyes. "You wanted something?"

        He didn't want to open his
eyes for fear the look on the blonde's face would be smug... even though
he knew it wouldn't be. It was a momentary fear in need of a pleasant
distraction. "A-again..."

        A gentle hand stroked the
boy's hair, on some level recognizing the concern and wishing nothing more
than to soothe it away, to prove it to be of no worry. Even with
the loving motion, Cloud made sure his voice was cold, deep and demanding.
Distraction, he could accomplish. "What was that?"

        That tone by itself made
the youth squirm, fear forgotten as he fell back into his role with renewed
trust. "Please, will you..?"

        "Will I what, Denzel?"
The warrior pushed, granting a swift, light press of lips against throat
not covered by the collar.

        So he was going to force
the words... but all the better. All the kinkier, certainly.
He bade his eyes to open, blue meeting blue in the dim light. He
schooled his voice into utmost innocence. "Will you... will you spank
me, Cloud?"

        That certainly did
it. All of the warrior's reserve crashed to the ground as he turned
the youth with strength and speed that had come without a hint of warning--and
then another satisfying swat.

        The boy moaned quietly into
the same blankets his fists were grasping hold of for dear life.
He marveled at the control of the blonde; his strength was proven, and
yet never once had it been used by accident. So careful... and even
though it stung, even though he could certainly hear and feel those
strikes... "Ha-... harder..."

        There was a pause, that
time. "Are you sure?" concern bled into where a playful viciousness
had once been.

        "Yes." Denzel answered
quickly, finally having presence of mind to grind himself against the bed
in earnest.

        Another short pause--but
a decision had been made. Well, there was plenty of materia around.
That, and regardless of how much the youth begged, Cloud would never
go that far. It was unbelievably erotic to have a boy in a collar,
on a length of chain, begging to be spanked... but it was not worth the
sort of pain that didn't go away with materia. He obliged the request,
pushing the youth just a little further by swatting in rapid succession
three times before the next pause.

        The teen cried out, nearly
giving up any attempt at keeping quiet. That had been unexpected,
the rapid-fire not allowing for him to adjust between them... maybe bordering
on a little too much, but then... he liked his boundaries expanded.

        The panting, the quivering--all
tell-tale, all known like his own motions. The blonde granted two
more swats to an area left unreddened, then turned the boy again with that
same unexpected speed. He had another request to fulfill, after all.

        The sudden feel of cooler
blankets beneath his increasingly warming and quite sensitized flesh as
he found himself once more on his back made him choke out a quiet gasp;
a sound swallowed by an all too tender kiss as if to assure him that part
of their play was over. He blinked and stared into Cloud's glowing
eyes for only long enough to see the loving smirk in them, then the man
began to move down until he was nestled just perfectly between the boy's
legs, ready to indulge him one last time.

        He was so beautiful
there, looking down at the prize before him with those blonde bangs covering
all of his eyes except for that brilliant Mako shine... body restful and
yet poised at the same time, relaxed but waiting for something wonderful.
Cloud was just so perfect... that the teen couldn't quite let it
go. "Shouldn't this be on you?" Denzel pointed to his new
collar, unable to stifle an amused grin before those Mako eyes focused
on him, completely masked of their thought process.

        The boy just kept surprising
him. The question itself had shocked him only because of its unexpectedness...
but, well... since he was offering... "Would you like that, Denzel?"

        He pondered a simple shout
of, "Boy, would I!" In the end, though... the game wasn't
quite over yet. "I think I would."

        "Well." The warrior
looked down again to hide the expression roaming across his face entirely.
"Maybe next time, then." And with no pause and no warning, he swallowed
Denzel's length in one astoundingly swift motion, leash held taunt in his
hand.

        Not having expected that
in the least, the boy's orgasm came as a massive surprise. He lost
himself to the intensity of it, moaning and bucking with abandon until
he found his body altogether too tired to do so any longer. He felt
the tongue swirling around him, but could muster no more energy to react
to it.

        Mere seconds later, Cloud
collapsed next to him, drawing the boy into his arms. They were both
panting, trembling with the entire experience... understanding that they'd
probably woken half of Edge, but not giving a damn.

        Moments later, after the
breath had settled down, delicate fingers reached for the collar's buckle--but
the boys' trembling hand over them stopped the process. Denzel was
momentarily too drained to articulate his thoughts, but they seemed received
enough. He instinctively knew that he'd feel a little too naked without
the collar. In fact... he hardly felt the desire to ever take it
off. Unless, of course, it was to temporarily change hands.

        It was a gift. Thought
of and purchased for him. And yes, its initial use was part of a
kinky sex game that may well terrify or even sicken some of the more prudish...
but there was more to that collar. There was not claim so
much as... belonging. Rightfully, peacefully, belonging. "Thank
you." He whispered.

        A tired chuckle met his
words, arms around him tightening slightly. "I should be the one
saying that..."

        Denzel gave a warm sound
of contentment, closing his eyes and letting himself rest for a while longer.
Several minutes later, he finally asked what had slowly accumulated in
his mind. "How did you... learn... that?" To be any
more specific would not be doing justice to the question as a whole.

        "Fantasies..." Cloud dismissed
gently.

        The answer seemed enough--for
a moment. "Yeah, but... which end of the leash were you fantasizing
about?"

        And suddenly it hit him.
Denzel was growing up far too quickly.

        I can admit it: I love how
the ending turned out. Made me laugh, anyway.
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