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“G..General?”

“Yes?”

“Do you.. want a bite?”

Sephiroth’s eyes flicked from the sandwich to the cadet holding it, “What is it?”

The young man reminded Sephiroth of Cloud upon their first interactions. Stammering, small, red faced. He swallowed, obviously embarrassed to be conversing with the General over something so insignificant, “T-tuna.”

“Tuna. Do I even like tuna?”

The cadet’s large brown eyes flicked to both sides, then his narrow shoulders slowly came upwards in a shrug.

Sephiroth stared at him for a moment longer, wondering why he had been shrugged at when he realized he’d just verbalized that thought out loud. Before he thought to feel slightly out of sorts about it, his eyes drifted back down to the sexiest sandwich he had ever seen in his life.

Flaky texture. Pinkish meat. Smaller bits of something else mixed in. Pillowy bread, the teeth indents making it all the more enticing. Sephiroth’s nosed twitched slightly as he took in the scent of it.

The cadet didn’t dare move one inch. He didn’t dare.

But sitting in the Shin-Ra building cafeteria with the General of the entire army looming tall behind him and glaring almost viciously at the food in his small hands, he suddenly burst into a fit of rambling, “Sir, if you.. are hungry.. I uh, I actually have a peanut butter one, too. You can have it. I mean, I already ate half of this one, you can have the whole one and I can finish this one. So you don’t have to eat something I already took a bite of because.. I might have germs. Not that they could possibly affect you, Sir, they’re just cadet germs. But if you want this one you can totally, um, take what’s left. I’ll eat the other one. You can have this one. You can.. have it.” He then gave an unsure little sighing laugh and closed his mouth.

Sephiroth stared at the food for a few more moments before murmuring, “No, thank you.”

The cadet’s eyebrow lifted, “Uh. O-okay then..”

Sephiroth’s eyes never left the sandwich as the cadet clutched it to his chest and flitted away.

Tuna. Sephiroth blinked.

“I don’t even like tuna.” He sighed restlessly.

“Who does?” Came a voice from behind.

Sephiroth made a face at another useless, unimportant that slipped from his mouth, and turned to the voice to find the smiling face.

“Don’t be mad at me.” Zack said, smiling naughtily.

This was a very typical preface for the first class SOLDIER. Sephiroth usually burned at his edges when his friend and colleague said this, because it usually meant some sort of nonsense bullshit was afoot. But Sephiroth found himself feeling curious, almost peaking with friendly interest.

“I won’t be mad!” Sephiroth smiled, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hips.

Zack’s eyes narrowed, “..Who are you?”

Sephiroth laughed, sucker punching Zack’s arm lightly. Zack looked at his arm in disbelief, then suspiciously back up at the General.

“I’ll ask again before I scream for help.. Who are you?”

A scowl quickly replaced the vapid, open expression on Sephiroth’s face, “Knock it the fuck off, Zack. What happened?”

Zack whooshed in relief, then immediately scrunched like a naughty puppy that had chewed up a roll of toilet paper, “..I ruined a nuke.”

“..How?”

“I accidentally punched in the wrong code.. and it was deactivated automatically…”

Sephiroth’s face was a blank white mask before he exhaled, and chuckled, “That’s at least ten million gil of our combustibles budget up in smoke. Isn’t that ironic?”

Zack’s eyes widened in horror as Sephiroth strolled away, arms swinging as he went.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The thing Cloud remembered feeling, more acutely than anything else due to the marijuana, was how cold it was in Nibelheim that night.

He hadn’t been home in over two years, and the dry mountain chill had already been forgotten in favor of more humid climates. In Midgar it was still what Cloud considered late summer weather, but back home he could see his own breath at midday.

The chill was just a lame excuse to justify staying indoors at the inn. He felt like he was hiding, and that’s because he was.

Tifa wanted his SOLDIER manjuice.

The most recent letter from her made it clear, as well as the echo in his mother’s letters, sweetly looking forward to dark haired babies in 9 months. Tifa Lockheart had requested Cloud Strife, and his mother gave him to her. It wasn’t up to him; the women were hellbent on procreation, and maybe even romance if the seed was strong enough to take on the first try.

This was how things were done in Nibelheim. All he was expected to do was ejaculate. He’d head off for more war, she’d tend to the babies they made whenever he was in their neck of the woods. He’d send money home, she’d send pictures. When the children were grown and gone, and Cloud too old to fight, they’d take his mother’s house and do whatever old people did. Argue, plant shit in the garden, sit on the porch and shoo away kids, then die, thrown in the same plot as if they loved each other.

It was just how things were done.

It was humiliating.

He liked how people in Midgar made families. The two fall in love, they prove their love, then they make love. Something special and surprising takes place at that point, something small and soft takes root. It was love, not some sort of symbol of success.

Cloud was hiding because it would have taken very little to convince him to impregnate Tifa that night. He did want children. He wanted them very badly. And he felt shame for not feeling honored that the most beautiful girl in town was offering that to him.

But what he wanted more than children was romance.. the chase.. courting. He wanted to be in love, and therefore knew that he could never have a family and love at the same time.

Because Cloud was a big old ‘mo.

To his surprise, he had grown not only accustomed, but to greatly enjoy being hazed and manhandled in the army. His first kiss had been stolen on the training field, his first caress fleeting and slippery in the shower. And a shared sleeping bag on an overnight survival exercise had left Cloud with very little desire for the female persuasion. The rough lips and touches of that older boy had electrified Cloud. Maybe it was the stress of his entire life all coming to a head, maybe it was just the right moment to go a little bit out of his mind, or maybe it was the taboo of letting another male cover him, heat his blood, spread his legs and settle between them as if he were a girl. For whatever reason, Cloud and that boy rode each other until wet heat seeped through their fatigues, only to abruptly shove each other away and never learn each other’s names.

That wasn’t love of course, not by a long shot, but it gave Cloud a sense of.. direction. Perhaps even a budding sense of identity. Maybe even something like pride. While he was far from the only soft, feminine man at headquarters, and very far from the best looking, he finally had the confidence to actively begin searching… for a boyfriend.

Someone to kiss, hold, and when the time was right, have.

But he spared his mother this information, and instead pointed out the major loophole in the match contract. Tifa wanted little SOLDIER babies, and he hadn’t made it in.. yet.

And so, Cloud made his mother promise not to tell anyone that he was going to be in town, because everyone would find out he had not made it into SOLDIER, Tifa would have the right to tear up the contract, she would receive no little dark haired grandbabies, and instead would earn a reputation as the mother of a liar. He also voiced that he wasn’t ready for children, as he wasn’t a man yet. The letter was lengthy and dripping with bullshit, and his mother had agreed to wait.

The minute he got into SOLDIER, he would be expected to come home and take his wife.

Cloud had no intentions of doing so, and would tell her when the time came. He would make it into SOLDIER. He would find a loving boyfriend. And Cloud prayed to God that would be enough success to make his mother forget about hypothetically brunette grandchildren.

The boy could hope.

But Cloud had found that Tifa, snarky town gossip, manjuice, and boyfriends were far from his mind as he sat in the inn, shivering under the hand sewn comforter and staring at the trees blowing in the wind.

It was the second night that the General had left them all to their own devices as he barricaded himself in the haunted house. The mission was over, they had done what they set out to do. So why were they still in this freezing hellhole?

Zack came lumbering into the room, and instead of removing his clothes and gear, he got into bed fully dressed, and shivered loudly.

“Are we leaving tomorrow?” Cloud asked, trying not to sound as bitchy and impatient as he was. Even though they had fallen into friendship, Zack was still his boss, and the reason for the delay was his boss’ boss, too supreme to even be called a mere boss. He was untouchable.

“Maybe,” Zack sighed, “I don’t know what’s up with him. He won’t even talk to me.”

Cloud frowned, “What’s the General doing in there?”

“Reading.”

“Still?”

“Well, now he’s reading and pacing. So at least he’s getting restless. Hopefully he’ll snap out of it soon.”

Cloud sighed lengthily. He wanted to continue his boyfriend search, not hole up in Nibelheim Inn trying to convince himself not to fuck a childhood friend.

Suddenly, Zack suggested, “Why don’t you try talking to him?”

Cloud said nothing, only breathed and blinked.

Zack shamelessly repeated himself, “Why don’t you try talking to him?”

Cloud looked over, confused, “Oh, are you talking to me?”

“No shit, blondie!”

“Why would the General say anything to me?”

Zack hummed, “Well.. you’re on this mission too. It concerns you. Maybe he’ll tell you something more than he’s telling me.”

Cloud made a face and waved as if Zack was ridiculous.

“C’mon. Go see if he’ll tell you what he’s reading.”

“No.”

“It’s an order!” Zack declared merrily.

Cloud threw him a glare then rolled over in bed.

Zack sighed, “Too bad. And to think.. sitting on my desk back at HQ.. a form just waiting for me to fill out names for the accelerated second-try program. Hmmm!”

Cloud rolled over, “..Really?”

“You were going to be first on my list. But I’d never dreaaam of recommending someone who disobeys direct orders..”

Cloud shrieked with joy and leapt across the space between their beds to grab Zack’s hair and make a bigger mess of it.

“And now you’ve just attacked me!” Zack bellowed, “I would never recommend someone with such disrespect for superiors!”

Cloud grumbled with a smile, getting up and pulling on his uniform pants, “Okay, okay.. so .. what am I supposed to say?”

Zack shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ve never seen him like this. I don’t even know what to think.”

Cloud pulled on his jacket, his scarf, and perched his helmet on top of his head, “If I piss off the General, I’m taking you down with me.”

Zack sat up to pull his shirt off over his head, “You won’t. Worst that’ll happen is you’ll be disgraced. No sweat.”

Cloud whimpered as he checked his face in the mirror, pushed his helmet down to hide it, and left.

The mansion was haunted, there was no doubt about it. Cloud found himself crossing the open gate with great difficulty, his knees actually wobbling slightly. He made his way up the path to the front door, which was held open with a loose brick from the foundation.

He peeked into the vast foyer, the only evidence of life being fresh footprints in the thick dirt and crud covering the marble floor. He thought of General Sephiroth. The man had the courage to open this door and walk inside, alone.

Alone. He was in there all alone. The General surely needed no protection, but still.. nobody wanted to be in the Shin-Ra mansion all alone. That thought propelled Cloud’s legs to pass the threshold. He took his helmet off, holding it against his chest like a teddy bear as he turned its small beam light on, the weak little spotlight only making the rest of the place seem more dark and haunted by comparison. Cloud pointed it towards the floor, keeping an eye out for obstacles as he unconsciously stepped inside the largest set of boot prints.

They guided him across a cavernous ballroom, through hallways and doorways, and down a spiraled staircase. The only thing that kept Cloud moving forward was a small pinpoint of flickering light, the only thing keeping him from running back was the notion that he’d have to turn around and walk through all that darkness again.

He reached the stony walled basement and peeked inside, finally finding the source of light he’d been searching for. There were lamps set up here and there, flickering in time to the silence that laid thickly over the room.

Cloud swallowed, his throat tight and dry as he whispered, “General Sephiroth?”

There was no reply, so Cloud shut off his little helmet light to conserve the battery and set it down near the doorway before venturing a bit farther into the room, coming into the circle of light from the darkness of the stairwell.

He looked at the high stacks of books littering the floor, recalling that the General did not let Zack look at any of them. Curiosity piqued in Cloud, but he did not touch anything.

“General?” Cloud instead called softly again, trying to create the perfect amount of noise that would not wake a sleeping man, but might catch the ear of a reading man.

He moved further in, to a cul de sac with a desk in the large room. He put his fingertips near the flickering flame of the oil lamp, warming the gloved appendages.

He put his hands in his pockets to conserve the warmth, then sighed in the silence and turned around.

Cloud wailed loudly, then put a hand over his mouth, while the other clutched at the frozen block of ice that used to be his beating heart.

Sephiroth was standing right behind him holding a stack of books. Not moving, not blinking. Just standing there.

It was the most horrifying thing Cloud had ever seen.

One side of General Sephiroth’s face twisted up into a sneer, “..Problem?”

Cloud giggled behind his hand, hating himself for that particular reflex, “I apologize, General, Sir. You.. scared me.”

“What do you want?”

Cloud straightened, his fingers drifting away from his face, “I..”

Sephiroth didn’t wait for him to gather his words for a proper response, he dropped his armload of books on the desk, then moved around it to sit in the chair, a puff of dirt settling to the floor beneath him. He opened the top book and leaned back, crossing one leg over his knee.

Cloud turned back around to face him, clearing his throat of all high pitched octaves before saying, “Zack sent me to see if you needed anything, Sir.”

Sephiroth turned a page, but didn’t reply.

Try as Cloud might, he couldn’t take his eyes off the man. He was beautiful beyond all comprehensions of logic. It was a thought Cloud had never let himself indulge in, as the General was a man who deserved respect, strictly and without question.

But the subtle movements from the flames begged for his beauty to be noticed. Cloud took the cue, and for a long moment could only let his eyes feast on the fair General.

Green eyes lifted from the page, slowly finding Cloud’s.

“Your problem must be a staring one.”

Cloud closed his mouth, licked his dry lips and then said, “I’m sorry, Sir..”

Sephiroth’s eyes shot back to the page.

“But..”

Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed and moved back up.

“..Do you mind if I stay a while?”

“Why?”

Cloud already figured the General’s opinion of him was damned. It didn’t matter anymore, “I’m hiding.”

Sephiroth sighed, “From?”

“Well, if you recall, Sir, I’m from here. Nibelheim.”

Sephiroth’s mouth became an impatient line, “What are you hiding from?”

“My wife, Sir.”

The line of Sephiroth’s mouth became thinner, “..Why?”

“I..” Cloud frowned, “I didn’t agree. To the union. So I’m hiding from her. That’s the other reason why I really came here, to ask you when you’re planning to move us out.. I don’t want to hide anymore, Sir.”

Sephiroth turned the page, and softly said, “You should never hide. From anything.”

Cloud nodded, “Yes, Sir. It just.. feels too difficult to deal with.”

What happened next was a bit fuzzy to both of them.

Cloud remembered buying cigarettes in the hotel lobby, and offering Sephiroth one, trying to be somewhat suave and conversational.

Sephiroth remembered the fact that marijuana was legal in Nibelheim, and decided to indulge in one last human act before giving himself to Mother.

Cloud, at this point in their shared future recollections, would slap Sephiroth’s arm and claim to have not known that the cigarettes weren’t merely tobacco.

Sephiroth never believed him.

They both remember this part :

Cloud was lying on the floor with a perfectly cigarette shaped blunt between his lips, smiling up at Sephiroth, who was leaning against a bookcase.

“I don’t get tits. I just don’t get them. What.. what are they, General?”

Sephiroth squinted, momentarily baffled, “I.. think they’re made of.. milk?”

Cloud coughed, “Whatever. They’re weird. I love cock.”

Sephiroth took a long, slow drag, “..Me too.”

Cloud looked up at him in a portrait of shock, “You’re ….gay, General Sephiroth?”

Sephiroth threw back his head and laughed, although it was more like a dark-sounding bray. Something rattled in his chest and he coughed, then laughed some more. It took Cloud a moment to realize that he was laughing, too.

“Ohhhh, shit. This is too much.” Sephiroth said for no reason, putting out the butt of his cigarette on the wood, “I have to get back to work.”

“What are you doing?” Cloud asked, lighting up a third.

“I’m…” Sephiroth stared into space for a long moment, then blinked rapidly, “I’m reading. About my life.”

“Oh!” Cloud sang happily, oblivious to the world.

Sephiroth’s face became a serious slate of white, “.. My mother was an alien. And I’m an alien, too. And.. I have to destroy this planet.”

“I’m so hungry.” Cloud blurted loudly, then rolled over, “Wanna get something to eat? I’m so hungry. What sounds good to you?”

Sephiroth blinked rapidly again, then declared, “Chips..”

“Chips sound so good! I’m so hungry..”

“Pie.” Sephiroth said reverently, “.. Hash browns.”

“I’m so hungry.” Cloud repeated, quickly adopting the statement as his mantra and repeated it over and over as they stumbled out of the cloud of pot smoke that the basement had become, and left the Shin-Ra mansion for the 24 hour diner on the edge of town.

Sephiroth ate an entire cherry pie, while Cloud ate everything else on the menu.

The next morning, seeing Sephiroth up and about put the entire mission troop at ease. Zack was especially relieved, even hugging the General in front of the entire company. To everyone’s surprise, the General hugged back.

As for Cloud, Sephiroth found himself hard pressed to keep away from him. Something about his presence soothed and calmed him, and it had nothing to do with contraband.

Try as they might, even with a hypnotize materia, they couldn’t remember what went on between an unraveling General and quaking cadet, to two slightly stoned men enjoying each other’s company. It didn’t matter, though.

The love just came that easily.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“I don’t need anything but a fucking sandwich, Cloud. Tuna on bread, let’s go.” Sephiroth commanded, then added a small grumble of, “I’m so hungry.”

“You know, if you want something specific you only have to ask. You don’t have to be so grouchy. Now shut up!”

Sephiroth’s handsome face scrunched into a scowl at being told to shut up. But he just tapped his fingers on the table and watched Cloud’s back from the table as he bustled around.

It was actually a treat for Cloud to be able to prepare something that Sephiroth actually wanted. Usually the man had a distaste for food, claiming that it was merely energy or some other nonsense. No pasta dishes, rarely bread, never anything overly processed. And desserts? He wouldn’t dream of touching them and always scolded Cloud for his sweet tooth.

So Cloud smiled and set the plate in front of his hungry man with a small kiss to his temple.

“What is all this?”

Cloud’s face fell slightly, “You said you wanted a tuna sandwich..”

“Nothing else, though.” Sephiroth said slowly, “Tuna on bread, that’s all I asked for.”

Cloud looked down at what he had prepared. The sandwich had the crusts trimmed off, a few leaves of lettuce protruding appetizingly from within, a pickle and a heaping handful of pretzels.

“I just thought.. I just tried to make it a meal. Sorry. I’ll make you what you want.” Cloud reached out to clear the plate and fix the order when his wrist was caught.

Sephiroth pulled Cloud into his lap, and held him with an abrupt tightness that made the blonde blink in surprise.

“You give me so much..” Sephiroth breathed into his hair, “..always. Why do you do that?”

Cloud’s eyes drifted closed as Sephiroth pulled his head against his shoulder, cradling him. Outright shows of affection weren’t unheard of.. but were rare. And Cloud always drew up tightly inside of himself, not wanting to shatter the delicate balance of the universe that tilted Sephiroth in this direction.

Cloud pressed his nose into the soft skin of his neck, “Because I want to.”

“Why?”

“..Because I love you.”

“I love you, too..” Sephiroth stroked Cloud softly but his voice was suddenly all business, “Do I show you that I love you enough?”

Cloud sighed in smitten contentment, “All the time.”

“Is it enough, though? Am I enough for you?”

“Yes,” was not a very poetic response, but it was all Cloud could think to say. He wriggled into the hold, sighing happily and marinating in romance.

The tuna sandwich splattered against the floor in a firework of broken glass and pretzels as Sephiroth threw Cloud onto the table.

“Seph!” Cloud cried in surprise as one of Sephiroth’s hands snaked up his shirt, and the other plunged into the depths of his pants.

“Now. Right now.” Sephiroth rasped, yanking the fatigue pants down off of Cloud’s legs and over his boots.

Cloud panted in both excitement and surprise before his two hands joined Sephiroth in the effort of removing the layers of clothing covering their skin.

The sweet and sour behavior as of late was interesting to Cloud, and certainly pleasurable. Sephiroth had been almost insatiable at times, taking Cloud with a screaming lust seemingly almost at random. It was jarring, but he threw it up to the stress he had been dealing with. Their sex life over the past 2 years had included dry spells, ultra romantic spells, ultra kinky spells.. it seemed to Cloud that they were in a frantic, needy spell. Sephiroth would calm down soon, and in the meantime, Cloud would enjoy it.

When Sephiroth’s pants were quickly peeled back, his erection sprang up, already brightly flushed and needy. Cloud didn’t touch it, because he knew Sephiroth well enough to know what he wanted. He pulled his knees up to his chest obediently for preparation.

Cloud watched Sephiroth absent mindedly take himself in hand, pumping to relieve the pain as he went to the refrigerator and opened it.

Cloud’s eyes went wide, “Not the ‘fridge! Cold!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Was all Sephiroth said as he kicked it closed, a bottle of chocolate sauce in hand.

Cloud had never seen Sephiroth even touch that bottle. He bit off the cap, spat it across the kitchen, then tipped it back against his lips. His mouth worked slowly, tasting uncertainly while his eyebrows and nose scrunched in a look that read like disgust. Cloud was sure he was going to balk and spit it out, but instead he knocked it back for more.

He stalked back to the table, pondering another mouthful as he dropped a small dot of it onto Cloud’s stomach. His tongue was warm, wide and flat as he licked it off.

“You make this shit taste better.” Sephiroth said, hovering the stopper over Cloud’s mouth until he poked his tongue out, then treated him to a squeeze of it, pulling him by the thighs to the edge of the table. He leaned down over him to join his tongue, lapping at the sauce on Cloud’s lips and already forcing more out of the bottle and onto his body.

Cloud shivered as the cold topping hit his skin, then again at the hot tongue snaking through it. Sephiroth desserted his way down Cloud’s torso, taking a few moments to bob his head quickly up and down the length of his now fully bloomed erection. He then forced the cold chocolate sauce mercilessly out to drizzle thickly between Cloud’s spread cheeks, letting it pool at his opening.

He gasped and grunted at the unwelcome temperature, and then sighed in something like relief when Sephiroth’s tongue heated it up and pushed it inside him, his fingers joining the effort to stretch him gently apart.

Sephiroth didn’t take much time, and he certainly didn’t waste any, quickly lubing himself with a small, heated handful of the chocolate, then pressing immediately against Cloud’s candied opening.

Again, a change. Since their.. experience a few weeks back, Sephiroth seemed to have developed a taste for hard fucking, as he demonstrated by immediately pounding into Cloud, allowing no time for him to catch up.

“Honey!” Cloud called, almost in complaint. This sexually adventurous behavior was grand fun, but not when he was left behind. Sephiroth wasn’t even trying to hit his spot.. and it felt a little bit like being used.

Sephiroth’s tongue snaked out from between his lips to indulge the mixture of chocolate and Cloud’s natural flavors that covered his mouth, pounding to a damn near orgasmic pitch, then suddenly stopping cold.

He pulled out of Cloud, his fingers almost reluctantly teasing at the now empty opening, then turned around and put a knee on one of the kitchen chairs.

“C’mon.” He said, pushing the bottle of sauce into Cloud’s confused hands.

Sephiroth bent over.

Cloud approached him like a lion in the wild, carefully resting his hands on Sephiroth’s hips. They shuddered slightly upon his touch, and Cloud dug his fingers in, almost jubilant that he had another chance, another golden opportunity to please Sephiroth this way.

He rubbed a handful of chocolate sauce warm, then gently, slowly slid his fingers into Sephiroth. He was slightly surprised to find very little resistance, and almost no signs of either pain or discomfort. Instead, Sephiroth backed up into him, shooting a look of annoyance over his shoulder.

“C’mon!” He repeated fiercely, reached a long arm back to grab at Cloud’s hip, pulling him closer, “I can fucking handle what you’ve got.”

Cloud kissed his shoulder and gave Sephiroth what he wanted, shoving in all the way to his balls, and was greeted with a slow tremor that traveled down Sephiroth’s spine and made his ass pop up.

He never even knew that Sephiroth could look so.. sexy. This kind of sexy.

Sephiroth had big bad master act down. The right brand of glare and a smack of his leather gloved hand was enough to break Cloud down into a being of sensation and desire. They both liked it that way.

But this va-va-voom, spread out, fuck-my-ass sort of sexy? Cloud wasn’t even sure what to do with himself as he saw his own cock squeezing into that small opening, feeling it pull at him as he slid out.

He put a hand between Sephiroth’s shoulder blades so he might stay in that revealing, provocative pose. Sephiroth immediately pushed up against the heavy hand in defiance, then glanced over his shoulder and realized what he was doing, and how he must have looked to Cloud. He watched Cloud’s flushed, chocolatey face and arched himself lower, spreading his legs wider, giving him what he wanted and more.

The rest was a violent blur to Cloud of his balls pounding against Sephiroth’s, of his fingers gripping his sweaty hips for some sort of foundation to keep his feet on the ground, of Sephiroth’s beautiful, dirty mouth talking to him, pleading with him, his long fingered hands reaching behind to pull his ass apart for even deeper access. Cloud’s frustration was the only string that kept his own shattering orgasm at bay; he couldn’t fuck hard enough, couldn’t get it in deep enough, couldn’t shove himself fast enough. And he couldn’t catch up with Sephiroth, who vehemently demanded more no matter what he gave. It didn’t help that the chocolate was a horrible lubricant, messy, sticky, and distracting. Cloud actually reapplied it once, much to the rage of Sephiroth at being left empty for two entire seconds.

He didn’t know when Sephiroth came, or if he did at all. He just knew when he himself couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Seph! I can’t..” Cloud hissed, his hands gripping and pulling at Sephiroth’s thighs.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare!” Sephiroth snarled, his knuckles white on the backrest of their kitchen chair, “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Honey! Seph! I need to! I’m gonna..”

“Fucking pussy! Fucking weakass little bitch! Fucking asshole!” Sephiroth spat and cursed violently, obviously possessed by Satan.

It bought him some time, though. But only a few more seconds. Cloud didn’t know what else to do.

So, he smacked Sephiroth’s ass.

“Harder!”

Cloud wasn’t sure if he was referring to the spanking, or the fucking. Since it was physically impossible for Cloud to fuck him any harder, he brought his sticky hand back and slapped the rounded, white ass again, digging his fingers into it roughly, stabbing his short nails in and yanking Sephiroth’s ass up into his cock.

And that was that. Cloud came in a thick, heavy gush that was exponentially more agonizing with every passing second, as he kept the ferocious pace for as long as he possibly could. He rode the almost manic bucking of his screaming lover, a hand on his shoulder and a hand on his hip for some sort of support, some sort of control. Finally, he collapsed onto Sephiroth’s sturdy back, more than spent.

“Honey..” Cloud said, almost apologetically, then felt around Sephiroth’s situation and paused.

His stomach was dripping with thick, gooey wetness, his cock soft and waning between his legs. Cloud sighed and kissed Sephiroth’s cheek, who made the very rare, but much loved sound of gentle purring.

Cloud smiled, “..How many times did yo – ?”

“I don’t know.” Sephiroth sighed contentedly, shifting under him and nudging him off of his back.

When Cloud gave him room, Sephiroth stretched up, then immediately fell back down onto his knee.

There were a lot of changes to Sephiroth’s behavior recently. The sex, the sweet and sour routine.. it all could have been explained away. Stress was a good scapegoat.

But Cloud had never before seen Sephiroth stumble. Ever.

“Are you alright?” Cloud asked softly, “..Sephiroth?”

“I’m fine.” Sephiroth said very confidently, “I’m just.. I’m hungry. So hungry. Where’s that fucking sandwich?”

“Ruined. I’ll make you another.” Cloud promised, running his very sticky fingers across Sephiroth’s almost stickier shoulders.

Then Cloud saw the shattered mess of glass and tuna on the floor.. the streaks of chocolate mixed with sweat and semen on the table and chairs. Not to mention Sephiroth’s face looked like it had been punched with a pudding cup.

“After we take a bath.” Cloud amended.

Sephiroth’s bright green eyes were fixed on him, “..I’m hungry now.”

Cloud squinted. Sometimes, Sephiroth could be such a big, fat baby.

So, the two of them sat in a bubble bath while Sephiroth scarfed down four tuna sandwiches covered in Cloud’s chocolatey, semeny fingerprints.

A/N

1-     Not making light of the Nibelheim crisis, but I think it all could have been solved with a little TLC. And some weed. And a pretty blonde cadet with a big mouth. That is the credo of every Seph/Cloud fangirl, I think, haaah.

2-     MPREG!
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