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Blonde Ambition	By : sephcounttheways Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The nice thing about Promotion Season was that Sephiroth's days were predictable; provided there were no annoying creature sightings to deal with, of course. But usually there was, since local authorities loved to manufacture some sort of mishap for the chance to fight alongside a Shin-Ra General. Sephiroth would always get his picture in some small town paper hailing him and whatever Sheriff stood beside him as heroes.
This pageantry somewhat cheapened the word. Sephiroth wondered if he'd ever done anything truly heroic since he was eighteen years old, just a sergeant trying to do the best he could... because he was constantly terrified of failing and being sent back to the lab. The word 'hero' wasn't even in his mind, then. 'Freedom' was the only thing he was concerned with.
Maybe those were the good old days. But for being good old days, they sure did suck ass.
These days were much nicer. Sephiroth toured the bases, staying as long as it took to speak to every man who wanted to speak with him. He usually got up around the sinfully late hour of seven, made himself breakfast, and enjoyed whatever features were offered in his current abode on whatever base. If there was an ironing board, by God he would iron something. If there was a cheap little hair dryer attached to the wall, he'd forgo his Chi utilitarian dryer and use it. If there was a bidet, then he'd squat over it. Free shampoos were pointless for his hair, but he would dab them on his pubes just to show gratitude and consume them.
Then it was strutting around the military bases like he owned them, buddying around with the other SOLDIERs, and playing mediator to problems great and small. The whole affair was much better this year than last, considering that this year he wasn't knocking on death's door due to the horrible overdose of vitamin A. By all laws of nature, he should have been dead many, many times over.
A lot of the army and SOLDIERs used this opportunity to have a General not only decide their rank and promotional status, but also to get advice on everything from hair care to relationships to training. Sephiroth felt like Dear Abby. It was nice to be needed, and gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling to know that he was a leader approachable enough to ask for personal advice, but also respectable enough that the men would take it.
Sephiroth almost wished this was what being General was all about- just listening to bullshit all day and doling out random pieces of wisdom. With a camera crew, it'd make excellent daytime TV.
But then there was an army to train... strategies to build... projects to be overseen... meetings and events that simply required his ominous presence. That was the meat and potatoes of being a General, not deciding which Lieutenant should get the dog in the event of an unfortunate break up.
And there was only so much charm in being away from home. Before long, Sephiroth found himself bored and daydreaming during the endless parade of questions and listless in the evenings. He was pining for his own bed, pining for Midgar's deep fried cuisine, and especially pining for kisses from Cloud.
Sephiroth felt at ease with this separation from his little blonde toy. There was no threat of war or danger - no more so than usual, anyways. And there was a defined return date, which made all the difference. Sephiroth even popped into Midgar from time to time to gather materials or to attend important functions. It was a tease that was borderline torture to know he was only a few minutes from Cloud's soft kisses and tight embrace, but it was still nice to know the other was nearby and safe.
But knowing Cloud was safe didn't take away from his longing to touch him. Sephiroth was twenty-three, and there was one primal urge that constantly plagued his thoughts: his desire to hose people down with semen.
"This is sort of romantic," Genesis blurted one evening while they sat at the Junon base as they ate their base canteen dinner together and watched the sun set over the ocean. At twenty-six, the redhead was much in the same hormonal boat. "I'm getting horny."
"Me too," Sephiroth agreed, not taking his eyes off the colorful natural spectacle of the sky.
Genesis was silent, mostly in shock that Sephiroth even responded. Carefully, he continued. "... Oh?"
Feeling candid, Sephiroth answered easily. "I was talkin' to Cloud earlier. I like the way he laughs."
"I could never seriously date someone with a thick accent," Genesis declared. "Doesn't it get on your nerves?"
"No way. It's such a turn on."
"Do you get horny a lot? Do you two have a lot of sex?" Genesis pressed on, chewing his food eagerly. "All that mako didn't shrink your shaft, did it? I've heard it does that to some guys."
Sephiroth frowned a little at that. "Fuck no. You've seen it."
"I've never seen it up! Just flimsy," Genesis lamented. "Do you have a big, hard cock, Sephiroth?"
After a moment of consideration, he eventually nodded. "But not abnormal or anythin'. It just matches the rest of me."
"Oh dear," Genesis sighed his eyes roaming over Sephiroth's long limbs. "... I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"No thanks," Sephiroth said, looking back to the sunset. "Besides, I've seen your hard on a million times."
"Never up close and personal..." Genesis smiled flirtatiously.
"Gen... don't," Sephiroth said, looking at his friend apologetically. "Okay?"
"You're so boring and faithful! I wish you weren't you," Genesis frowned, slumping with his cheek in his hand. "I'm horny!"
"You wish I was Rufus?"
"God, no. I wish you were... Zachary Quinto," Genesis lingered on that thought with his eyes closed and his teeth biting his lower lip.
Sephiroth laughed, "I thought you were gonna say our Zack at first."
Genesis' eyes shot open and he shuddered. "Ew, Jesus God! Never! ... Who do you wish I was? And don't you dare say Cloud."
"I do wish you were Cloud, though."
"Pick someone else! Who would you let wreck your ass tonight? Someone you'd just bend over and take it like a slut from!"
Sephiroth pretended to ponder for a long moment, but it was a farce. The answer was immediate in his mind. "I guess it'd be... Bruce Campbell."
"Who?"
The only outlet Sephiroth had for his lust for Cloud were phone calls. And the only truly satisfying session they'd had was when Cloud snuck into the bathroom for a call when Cam was out. He knew Sephiroth would be in his room alone that evening and made his purpose clear from the very start of the conversation.
"How was your day?" Sephiroth had asked.
"Cut the bullshit and take off your pants," Was Cloud's reply.
The General nearly tripped over his eager feet when placing his 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on his door to ward away invitations out. He then turned off his business cell phone and ripped his clothes off, wanting to give Cloud his undivided attention. He listened raptly as his boyfriend began to moan in his ear and describe what he was doing to himself.
The pictures only sweetened it. Cloud looked like a dirty, sweaty angel in his rumpled, halfway unbuttoned uniform. He was hard and ready, and had called prepared with lube and their Boyfriend. Sephiroth listened intently as Cloud stretched himself, nearly begging for pictures every few moments.
Soon Cloud was splayed across the toilet with his sneakers pressed against the shower door. Their Boyfriend was sliding in and out of his ass, making that deliciously wet noise of penetration. Cloud sent picture after picture, living through the eye of the phone's camera as he fucked himself for his pleasure, and for Sephiroth's.
"I don't wanna come..." Cloud groaned, his voice dark, yet broken with uncontrollable gasps. They'd been flirting, wishing, describing and touching themselves for nearly an hour, and they were both balancing on the edge.
"Why not?" Sephiroth asked, speeding up his own fist a little so he might reach that high along with him. "It'll feel so good baby... I wanna hear you."
Cloud sent another picture, this time the head of the dildo was poised at his opening while he gripped his cock hard, cutting off the eruption. Sephiroth was almost driven to anger by his longing because he was missing the sweetest moment of sex with Cloud; the perfect amount of lube, the perfect resistance, and the perfect position to thrust in and make Cloud's eyelids burst open with shock, then droop with desire. Cloud was about to come and Sephiroth longed to rock his body and hit every single spot inside that would make that boy scream his name.
As if Cloud could read minds he said, "You fuck me so good, Sephiroth... I need you to give it to me. I can't do it like you can."
"C'mon Cloud..." Sephiroth gently urged, although he agreed that whatever release they were about to get wouldn't be half of what they could have if they were actually together. "Just let it out, baby."
"No..." Cloud gasped, and there was a telltale buzzing noise that indicated he had finally felt brave enough to turn on the Boyfriend's vibration function. "Oh sh-shit, Seph... I'm w-waiting for you here just like this... 'til you come back to me."
There was another picture, slightly blurred by shivers but showed the Boyfriend pushed all the way into the pink hole. Cloud's knuckles were pale on his wet cock, and his feet were curling inside his shoes and arching the Converse inward on the shower door.
Sephiroth's brain did something odd: he could smell Cloud's sweat, his leaking semen and his beautiful natural scent amplified by passion. He could literally smell it all. The sense was so real and sudden that Sephiroth made a harsh choking sound as his cock pulsed with a thick release that painted his chest.
He gripped himself to try and stop it, but it was too late. So he embraced it instead of fighting it, and gasped as another hard pulse pushed more fluid to run over his fist. Smaller shocks trembled through his body, and he growled in bittersweet disappointment. "Look what you made me do..."
"What'd I make you do?" Cloud asked in a coy, breathless whisper.
Sephiroth quickly took a picture of the thick mess he was covered in, "You made me come all over myself."
"Mm..." Cloud giggled sweetly, and it was followed by an elongated purr of his name. "Seph... Oh, bullshit - I just got myself right in the fucking eye!"
"Are you serious?" Sephiroth snickered.
Cloud breathed heavily for a few moments, and finally cleared his throat. "... Uhm. Yeah, right in the eye."
"My poor baby," Sephiroth gave into relaxed laughter, still kneading himself slowly. "Snap a picture. I'm beggin' you."
A picture was sent and with a cheeky grin, Cloud's pink tongue was moving through thick fluid that had landed on his hair and in his left eye, and was running down his cheek. Cloud chuckled from the other end as he got up from the toilet with a stiff groan, "I had a fruit smoothie for lunch. My junk tastes kind of good right now."
"It always tastes good to me," Sephiroth smiled, even though it was a blatant lie. Usually the taste hovered between tolerable and cringe worthy, but the act itself was so sacred and intimate that he always forced it down without a complaint. "...you should lick it all up."
After a moment and a few smacks of his lips, Cloud paused. "... I feel like that should have been way more gross than it was."
"I feel like that shoulda taken a lot more convincing," Sephiroth remarked. "You didn't even skip a beat."
Cloud gasped. "... I'm turning into a pervert aren't I?"
"I'm pretty sure you always were one," Sephiroth told him.
While it was memorable and sweet, one decent mutual jerk off session in six weeks was not enough. He supposed he had finally reached the age when masturbation didn't have the zing it used to. When he was younger he used to get sprung just watching HBO, but lately he found himself needing much more visual and audio stimulation.
Sephiroth's lips ached for Cloud's, and his fingertips itched with a desire to touch soft skin. He supposed he understood why a man would be driven to cheat, but couldn't justify the action morally. And so many men and women did it right under their partner's nose... was the thrill really worth it? Or could any random man have the capacity to feel as good as Cloud did? Several SOLDIERs walked around the army bases looking perfectly capable.
It was a pretty evil line of thinking, but Sephiroth supposed he couldn't help it. He had a pulse, he was allowed to look. But touching was something that he wouldn't ever do. Cloud's little mishap with the other drummer was really just stupidity... he was now wiser, and knew better.
Cloud owned Sephiroth's heart, as well as his entire body. The only things that still roamed were his damn eyes.
Porn was nice, especially since he could find a vast selection of actors who resembled Cloud. But they always managed to do something that completely spoiled the moment. They would say something Cloud would never say, their harsh moans would grate on his nerves, a position would be far too preposterous, they'd have the nerve to pop some sort of drug during the sex scene, or the pretty young man would simply give the camera an empty, soulless stare that ate away at Sephiroth's arousal and turned it into pity.
So, Sephiroth stopped watching professionally produced porn. Amateur couples weren't as perfectly built and model caliber sexy, but their genuine pleasure and warm interactions were all kinds of hot. And straight guys being blindfolded and tricked into getting a blow job from another guy was pretty hot, too.
And sometimes watching straight porn was entertaining in a purely asexual way, only because women did far crazier things for money than Sephiroth's brain could even dream up. One of the most incredible feats he'd ever seen was watching a completely unattractive, middle aged housewife stuff a 2-liter of Pepsi up her snatch. He even emailed the video to Genesis, because damn!
"Big deal, Rufus can do that," Genesis emailed back, happy to supply photographic evidence as proof. "What can yours do?"
Cloud never had to "do" anything. And as Sephiroth's time touring the bases drew to a close, he found himself less and less enthralled by simulated sex. While it had gotten him through a rough couple of weeks, porn quickly became a bore.
No porn star could ever compare to Cloud Duffy Strife. That bouncy blonde hair, those enormous blue eyes, that tan skin, that gorgeous smile, that little outie belly button... Sephiroth knew he'd never, ever be tempted to stray from that man. Cloud was perfection right down to the smallest detail. He was real, warm, and a deep pool of emotion. He said interesting things, he had interesting ideas, and he never took 'no' for an answer.
There was nothing that could replace Cloud, and Sephiroth loved him like mad. This longing burned in his mind, in his chest, and in other parts of his body that longed to express it to Cloud. Being alone in a guest room at a military base never felt lonelier.
During promotion season his days were predictable, easy, and downright fun. It was a pampered little respite from the trials of being a General.
Sephiroth couldn't wait for it to be fucking over already.
The store that Cameron and Cloud had bought Halloween costumes at the year prior had closed down due to a class action lawsuit. Apparently, the monsters that popped out got a little handsy with female customers. And an old lady shopping there almost died of a heart attack when someone dressed as the Grimm Reaper refused to leave her alone.
Oh, and there was the little matter of video cameras bring discovered in every single fitting room. Cloud had great hopes that some fat, slimy loser got off on watching him change into the Condor Scout uniform. He liked feeling appreciated.
So Cam and Cloud went to a nearby specialty store instead. Cloud had to admit that he was a little bit relieved, and could shop in peace without worrying about some random monster attacking him. But while this store lacked spooky perverts, it made up for it with higher prices and a crappy selection.
Cloud complained, "I just don't know what I want to be this year. What should I get for Sephiroth?"
Cameron was thumbing through the racks beside him. "No kinda plan at all?"
"No..." Cloud sighed. Nothing seemed good enough, sexy enough, original enough.
"Youse outta match each other. Why don'tcha look in da couples' section?" Cam suggested.
"Hello? Totally lame," Cloud said, stomping a little bit as he left the aisle for the next one. "I do want to match him, but everything just seems so cheap and stupid."
"Didja have any ideas at all? I mean, even a dumb ass idea might lead to a better one."
Cloud wisped his fingertips over a selection of fabulous wigs. "... I wanted Seph to be in really pretty drag, but he's against it. Like if he was Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, I'd make a totally cute Toto. Ya know? Something like that."
"Are ya tryin' to ruin his life?"
"Oh please. People in Shin-Ra are complete freaks, a little drag wouldn't have killed his scary reputation."
"You could put on the drag, right?" Cam covered his mouth with his hand, unable to hold in his laughter at the suggestion.
"That is so expected though!" Cloud whined. "I wouldn't be funny at all in drag, I'd just be another effeminate dude in a dress, no big deal. Sephiroth would be funny as hell, though. Can you imagine that body in some slutty little cocktail dress and fuck-me pumps? It would have been perfect!"
Cameron was lost in thought. "... I bet I'd be pretty funny in drag."
"Please don' t go there."
They left the high priced Halloween shop in search of better inspiration. There were several others like it on the upper plate, but Cloud decided to drag Cam underneath to the downtown slums to shop. If nothing else, some lame, slutty gothic getup from Dirty Rubbers would have to do. Although, that would be the very last resort.
In the very first shop they went into, Cameron found a red Power Rangers costume that he couldn't live without and was very satisfied with his purchase. He wasn't dating Michelle anymore, and was happy to be free of the confines of a relationship. He planned to use his Ranger powers to screw as many girls as possible.
Like any man whose shopping agenda had been fulfilled, he tried to rush Cloud along. But to his horror, they stopped in a few slum malls that were hidden away in alleys, they went into costume stores, sex shops, drug stores, and thrift stores. They shopped exhaustively, searching through every option but still nothing caught Cloud's eye.
"It's our only day off and it's almost four! We been shoppin' since fuckin' nine dis mornin'! I gots tha new season of True Blood and I wanna watch it!" Cam begged, dragging his feet on the sidewalk and knocking his bag into Cloud. "Everywhere's got tha same exact shit. Just pick somethin' already!"
Cloud bit his lip, knowing that Dirty Rubbers was just a few blocks away. "Alright, one last place. I swear I'll find something there and we can go home."
"Dis is the last store or I'm leavin' your ass," Cam warned. "Do ya got any idea how tha last season ended? It was a fuckin' cliffhanger and I wanna - "
"I don't give a shit," Cloud went into the shop, smiling at the familiar clove and sweat smell of the place. He paused to nod at the cashier, who was not the sexy little porn star from last time.
This time it was an older, heavily muscular and burly man in a revealing leather fetish outfit. The get up actually kept getting worse the lower one's eyes traveled - the crowning accessory being a tiny, bejeweled g-string that barely contained the man's garbage. A thick, dark jungle of unruly pubic hair sprouted generously from all edges.
Cloud gawked in terror before averting his eyes. Twinks like himself were like chew toys for bears; Cloud could have literally crawled inside the man's ass like a gerbil. Cam had no idea about the delicate nature of the universe, and stared at the bear's crotch for a moment too long.
"Hey little cub..." The cashier rumbled, leaning forward and making the counter groan under his muscular form.
"Uh... hi," Cam answered, and followed on Cloud's heels with a shrill whisper. "What's a cub?"
Cloud stifled a giggle. "It's nothing to be offended about. He's saying you're masculine, but very cute."
Cam frowned. "Be my boyfriend 'til we get outta here."
"Shotgun on butch!" Cloud cried as he wrapped an arm around Cameron's waist territorially. He sifted through the shop's Halloween selection with one hand, leaving the other protectively splayed on Cam's back. The costumes were mostly gothic and vampiric, and nothing that Cloud was interested in.
He was greatly disappointed, until he turned a corner and spotted the most amazing ensemble he'd ever laid eyes on. A mannequin stood next to the rack, seductively posing in what was surely the most elusive costume of the year. It was something that was normally home made by a technologically savvy nerd with amazing engineering skills but a saggy body.
They were Tron lightsuits.
But not just Tron lightsuits. They were sexy, extremely well made, tight Tron lightsuits with glowing strips that accented every limb..
Cloud marveled at the amazing attention to detail. The lines of light perfectly accentuated every dip and line of the male body. It was beautiful. All of the suits were black vinyl, but the lights came in bright red, soft blue, teal green, a very gay purple, and an ominous yellow.
Cloud stared, his mouth hanging open as he imagined Sephiroth's body wrapped tight in vinyl and glowing yellow strips of light. He would wear the same thing, but with the softer, more innocent looking blue. The pair of them were going to make men come in their pants with just one glance. They were going to make women instantly pregnant with millions of sexy babies by just walking past them. They were going to set off car alarms, make mountains crumble, make satellites come crashing back to Earth.
Armageddon would occur due to the rampant sexiness they were going to cause in these costumes.
"Ouch!" Cam cried. "Who'd pay 250 gil for a costume from dat piece of shit movie?"
... Leave it to the straight man to notice the price tag, of all things. But Christ sake, that'd be 500 gil!
Cloud technically had the money... but was he willing to spend that much on a set of costumes? He grimaced. "... You think if I suck off the gorilla at the counter that he'd give me a discount?"
Cameron sighed. "Cloud, we been shoppin' all fuckin' day. Dis is the only costume ya looked at for more'n ten seconds. Just ask the dude if he'll knock off a few gil."
Cloud thumbed through the rack eagerly, ensuring that there was one big enough for Sephiroth, and one that would suit his smaller stature. He then shyly wandered around the store, making eye contact with the huge bear sitting at the register. Finally, he mustered the courage to approach him. "... Hello, sir. Those Tron costumes over there... they're cool, but are you selling many this year? I don't wanna spend that much if everyone's gonna be wearing one."
The bear shook his head while stroking his beard. "Nope. Haven't even sold one, yet."
That made Cloud feel a little more confident. He tried not to look at the man's pubic hair as he continued, "I see. Do you have any... uh... sales going on right now?"
"On the day before Halloween? Hell no."
Cloud deflated a little bit inside, but persisted. "I want two of them. I need a small with blue lights for me, and a large with yellow lights for my boyfriend. Would you take... 300 gil?"
"They run 250 each," The man answered.
Cloud flinched a little. "How about... 400?"
When he realized he was being haggled with, the bear sighed. "Look, kid. I have an entire rack of those things, but just because they're not selling yet doesn't mean they won't. Unless you're willing to pay full price, fuck off."
Cloud wasn't ready to give up. "I really want to get these costumes, but I can't justify spending that much money on them. Is there any way you can give me a discount?"
"Are you trying to bribe me with sex?" The bear asked point blank. "I hate to tell you sweetheart, but you're not my type. You're like a sprig of mint, and I'm a man who needs a big, juicy steak. You dig?"
"I'm heartbroken," Cloud muttered. "Seriously though, what if I do some work for you?"
"Excuse me?"
"What if I like... help out around the store? Could I have a discount then?"
The man drummed his fingers on his cheek in through. "My name is Gus. This is my store."
"I love your store, Gus. I'm Cloud."
"What's your real name?"
"Cloud Strife, sir. I've got my ID with me if you want to look."
"I do want to look," He challenged. Cloud dug into his back pocket and produced his military school identification. "Shin-Ra Military Academy, huh?"
"Yes, sir," Cloud nodded proudly, taking back his ID and standing at attention.
"Go clean the fitting room. And I mean spotless."
"Done!" Cloud cried, dashing towards it blindly.
"There's cleaning supplies in the back room!" Gus called. "But before you start working, you need to put on a pair of tighty whities and some angel wings. I wanna see a deep wedgie!"
"Double done!" Cloud cried in excitement. He rushed to retrieve the requested outfit, leaving Cameron to follow behind him in agony.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doin'?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Go home and watch True Blood!" Cloud cried, and slammed the door to the fitting room.
The shop owner thought Cloud would help out for about fifteen minutes until he got bored. He never would have imagined the blonde teenager's persistence, and was surprised by the amount of work he did that afternoon. Like any disciplined military school student, Cloud washed the windows, swept the floor, arranged the new merchandise, helped customers shop, updated the concert posting board, and went to the post office to mail a package for an online order - all in tight underwear and angel wings.
In the end Gus let Cloud have Sephiroth's suit for free. He told Cloud to consider it an employee discount.
"Feel honored. I hire my Dirty cashiers based purely on sex appeal," Gus said unto Cloud. This was odd coming from a 400-pound bear in tiny panties, who somewhat resembled Hagrid from Harry Potter. "That, and you actually cleaned the fitting room. I've been trying to get the assholes who work here to clean it for months."
Cloud was going to work at Dirty Rubbers on Wednesday nights after school - the shift nobody else wanted, because a bar down the street always had a great party night. He'd also make himself available to work more around holidays and on select weekends when Sephiroth was away.
Cloud would run the register, clean the store and flaunt his ass. In exchange, he'd receive ten gil an hour, an employee discount, and the prestige of working at the coolest store downtown. Gus didn't seem to understand why Cloud was so excited to have a crummy retail job, but for him, it was going to be his fun activity away from real work.
He shook hands with his new boss and skipped out of the store with a new job, two amazing Halloween costumes, and the knowledge that he'd be in Sephiroth's arms in less than a day. It was the sort of happiness that needed to be savored slowly, so Cloud sat in silence on the train ride home and stared out his window with a smile.
It widened when one of the mako reactors let out a burning hot puff of multicolored steam, and filled the air with a shrill squeal.
On the last morning of October, Cloud stood under the steamy hot water in the locker rooms and made passionate love to the wall. Three fingers deep inside himself, he whispered Sephiroth's name. Some pathetic things never changed.
The rest of the day seemed to go on forever and ever. Classes went on as usual, every lap was run, every quiz was taken, and every moment of the day was played out in its entirety. And other than some frosted pumpkin cookies in the cafeteria, Halloween was wholly uncelebrated at the Shin-Ra Military Academy. Cloud hinted to a few of his teachers that he wouldn't be there the following day, and it seemed like most of the student body had the same idea and would indulge in a long weekend.
The final hour of the day was usually the most enjoyable; he loved donning cleats and soccer shorts and kicking the ball around with his classmates. It reminded him of being a little kid again, only better this time because he wasn't in Nibelheim and his shins were in no danger of being gay-bashed. But on this day Soccer Hour just seemed like gratuitous torture.
Cloud wanted to see Sephiroth... touch him, kiss him, make him smile... that smile was all he could think about. Slowly time marched on, and there was only half an hour of Soccer left. Then twenty minutes. Then fifteen minutes. Ten minutes. Then only five.
And then finally, the bell's final ring set Cloud free. He fled from the field as fast as he could, pushing anyone out of his way that dared slow him down. Papers, books, pencils, jock straps, and first year cadets were strewn about in Cloud's wake. He slammed his door shut against the angry world and stripped himself naked.
He showered, dried his hair, ironed it, and was dressed in less than fifteen minutes. His bag was already packed, so he only spared Psycho a small kiss on top of his fuzzy head before darting back out into the hallway. Cameron was strolling lazily up the staircase, and barely managed a greeting before Cloud collided with him and kissed his chin.
"Be smart, be safe, don't fight, wear a condom, and don't you dare take acid because it made you see dinosaurs and we could have a random drug test at any time - " Cloud spoke frantically, then hugged his best friend once before calling out his farewell on his way down the stairs.
Sephiroth said he needed to stay at work until six, but Cloud refused to accept that. He ran all the way to HQ, cutting the usual ten-minute walk down to a six minute dash. With a little experience under his belt, he was able to navigate the huge elevators without incident. He speedily trotted through the executive floor, until finally he found his beloved's secretary hard at work and the General's office door standing open.
Shelly glanced up and smiled while still speaking on the phone, and waved him in with her pen. Cloud waved back and crept up to the doorway.
He peered around the doorframe at Sephiroth, who was seated at his desk. He was in full uniform, and his arms were folded in front of him as he stared at his computer screen in businessman-like work trance. But that expression changed completely when his eyes flicked to the blonde head peeking into the room.
His entire demeanor seemed to relax and a sharp toothed, handsome grin instantly lit up Sephiroth's face.
Cloud wished he could take a picture with his mind and keep that smile in a frame for the rest of his life. As a human being, he knew he had a greater purpose than to merely hang out with his boyfriend. But from the moment he'd laid eyes on him through a television screen, it felt like he was supposed to find Sephiroth. The fact that in reality, they seemed genuinely perfect for each other made Cloud think it was divine planning that they should be together.
Still, it was scary to think that his main reason for getting out of bed everyday a man someone who might eventually hurt him... many people told him that putting all his faith in a man at his age was foolish. His friends and his relatives seemed to relish in informing Cloud that one day he would probably lose this man's love. They thought they were being kind in preparing Cloud for the devastation of heartbreak, for the universe had a way of setting people up to see them crumble.
They couldn't have known that their doubts fed the dark, self-depreciating voice in Cloud's mind. That voice had consumed him for years, and always threatened to engulf the happy person that he strived to be. Although it was probably true that one day the General wouldn't want him, anymore...
"Baby!" Sephiroth sprung out of his seat. "Get in here."
... that day was not this day. So fuck it.
"Hi!" Cloud laughed, feeling nothing but elation as he entered the office and approached his lover. He only had time to let his bag drop to the floor before he was enveloped tightly in warm arms. He pressed his cheek to Sephiroth's collar bone, and could clearly hear and feel his heartbeat thudding through his lover's body. Nothing ever felt as good. "... I missed you so much!"
"Missed you, too," Sephiroth's face was rubbing against his hair, and Cloud felt his soft mouth move down against his ear and press against his neck. "Damn, you smell good."
The compliment made Cloud inhale Sephiroth's sweet scent in return, and he agreed with a hiccup before he began to sob. For many weeks Cloud had been very tough and manly and hadn't cried once. But suddenly tears were pouring from his eyes and pooling against Sephiroth's leather-crossed chest. They were joyous tears of course, and Cloud smiled brightly up at him to ensure Sephiroth that not a single drop was negative. "Sorry for crying on you. I can't stop it, I'm happy."
"I don't mind," He kissed Cloud's cheeks despite the salty flavoring.
Cloud sniffed hard, and tightened his fingers into Sephiroth's coat. "Got you. I'm not letting you ever leave again."
"Okay," Sephiroth submitted, his lips finally traveling along Cloud's jaw and ending at his mouth.
Six weeks was a long time after all, and it showed in the clumsiness between their lips. Kissing after a long break always had a touch of awkwardness at first, as if they'd thought about this moment for the entire time apart and didn't know what to do now that it was finally happening. Sephiroth's tongue bumped too hard against Cloud's lips, who took a moment too long to open his mouth and accept it.
But once the kinks were ironed out, it was poetry. Cloud went up on his toes, taking two silky handfuls of silver hair and curling his fists at the base of Sephiroth's skull. It was a possessive and strong action, and Sephiroth crouched a little bit lower to help Cloud exhibit that side of himself better. Meanwhile his gloved hands slid appreciatively down Cloud's lean frame, squeezing his hips hard enough to make all of Cloud's breath come out in a quick rush. His breathing became heavy as Sephiroth's fingers spread over his lower back and pulled him closer.
"Happy Anniversary," Cloud whispered heatedly, moving kisses over Sephiroth's nose and cheeks.
Sephiroth caught Cloud's lips with his a few times before he responded. "You too. I have a present."
"You do?" Cloud smiled. "I have one for you, too!"
"Can I give you mine, first?" Sephiroth asked, closing his office door for a little privacy. He then went back to his desk and retrieved a very large, very heterosexual anniversary bag with a black and white photograph of two hands holding; one of them being a distinctly female hand. Sephiroth noticed Cloud's bemusement, "I'm sorry about the chick. This is all I could find that wasn't birthday-ish."
"It's okay," Cloud chuckled as he examined it closer. He then peeked curiously inside. "Can I open it now?"
"No, I want you to just fuckin' stare at it."
Cloud eagerly moved the tissues aside and found a new outfit. He loved that even though Sephiroth's personal style was modest and understated, he encouraged his boyfriend's flamboyant taste in clothes. He had chosen Cloud a pair of dark skinny jeans with bright white stitching and bleached hand prints on the back pockets that suggested the wearer's ass was being pawed at, a tight yellow hoodie with a militant Wutain logo on the back, and a very small, very punk rock black t-shirt with the same logo on it. A little more exploration and Cloud discovered a matching pair of tighty-whitey style underwear. "Oh wow! Thank you Seph, this stuff is cute! I really love it! Who's the designer?"
"It's this really popular brand in Wutai, all those little short trendy kids are wearin' it right now. They reminded me of you, so I asked the emperor s daughter where to buy it. She was all embarrassed to tell me, because the brand name literally means 'Sexy Boy Slut'."
"Cute!" Cloud gasped sharply, suddenly appreciating the clothes even more. Then he rolled his eyes at Sephiroth. "I'm flattered that you think of me as your slut."
"Hey, I didn't know what it meant, I just liked the clothes. Id'a even bought somethin' for myself, but I'm too big to fit any of it and it kinda broke my heart. Check it out, I had to buy you a large."
"Holy shit, you're right!" Cloud giggled at the tag. He was sort of excited to have something in his wardrobe that wasn't a small or extra small. And a large? Only the manliest of men required a large!
"There's one more thing in the bag," Sephiroth pointed out, drawing Cloud out of his size musings.
Cloud folded his new clothes and then looked in the bag. Waiting at the bottom was a homemade CD in a paper sleeve case.
Cloud slowly picked it up, feeling a rush of happy adrenaline in his stomach. He savored the moment, knowing that the clothes were just a fun bonus and that this was the real thing he'd cherish long after he outgrew them or the style faded. He opened pulled the CD out of the sleeve and saw that Sephiroth had written 'First Anniversary Jams' on it. He smiled up at Sephiroth, blinking to fight tears. "... I can't wait to listen to this. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome," Sephiroth tilted his face up and placed a small, lingering kiss on his lips. The feather light touch tingled all the way down to Cloud's groin.
Cloud shifted a little, then went to his own bag. He was careful not to reveal the Halloween costumes, and instead pulled out Sephiroth's gift. He'd wrapped it in the school's newspaper, which was terribly cheap but at least it wasn't some boygirl love bag. He handed it to Sephiroth, who sighed. "You need to stop gettin' me stuff."
"You need to shut the fuck up and open your present," Cloud replied. "You're my boyfriend and I like getting you stuff."
"Okay, fine," Sephiroth chuckled as he ripped the present open then let out a genuine sigh of admiration at what he found. It was a DVD box set of all the award-winning horror movies that were released at the huge annual indie film festival held in Icicle Town. Sephiroth had mentioned that they were his favorite kind, because they weren't rated by the International Film Board, and they could be as disgusting, degrading and sinful as they wanted to be. Sephiroth held the DVD box in two hands like a child, examining all the extras on the back of the box. "Oh, shit! This is from this year? I didn't even think this would be in stores yet! How'd you get this so quick?"
Cloud rocked on his heels with a blush, absolutely thrilled with Sephiroth's reception of his gift, "I preordered it online months ago."
"You're awesome," Sephiroth gave Cloud a solid kiss on the mouth. "I love you. I've loved you all year."
"I love you way more, and for way longer than just one year," Cloud smiled, teasing Sephiroth's lips with his teeth.
"If only I'd known... I'da come out to Nibelheim and kidnapped you a long time ago," Sephiroth suggested, utterly indulging in the sticky sweet couple talk. It just felt necessary to let Cloud know that he wasn't alone in how he felt, or in his appreciation of how important this day was to them both. But then in rebellion of the 'I love you more' shit, he lowered his voice and let his breath come out hot against Cloud's ear. "Gettin' a taste of your sweet little underage ass would have been worth spendin' some time behind bars."
On a surge of lust, Cloud's hands suddenly tightened in Sephiroth's hair and pulled back, causing his throat to arch. Sephiroth swallowed and his graceful neck pulsed beautifully. Cloud took the time to let his tongue dance over the ridges and up to Sephiroth's chin, and opened his eyes to find electric green ones slitted open, glaring back at him through his thick, dark lashes.
Sephiroth's hands then cupped his ass and hoisted him up, forcing their lips to crash together. Cloud wrapped his legs tight around Sephiroth's waist, pressing against his body without shame. He couldn't have been able to say where they were, or even what Sephiroth was wearing. He wanted his lover, and assumed that the rage of his hormones had transported him to a magical land in which pure lust incarnated into the form of General Sephiroth.
The timing was right. The mood was right. It'd been weeks and it was their fucking anniversary; sex was a necessity.
But while it was extremely tempting, Sephiroth didn't want to make love in his office, or anywhere in the Shin-Ra building. Almost every single square foot of it was under surveillance, and if they were to engage in sex... every Turk from here to the Lifestream would be able to watch. They'd record it, and probably even sell it. Vincent would eventually see it. Hell, Vincent might even be watching at that exact moment, snickering with a cigarette in his mouth and a cup of coffee on his knee, placing bets on which one of them was going to top.
That was a sobering thought. He separated from Cloud's lips, and put a finger over them. "Shh, Cloud. Hey. Cloud?"
Cloud wouldn't be shushed, and instead sucked Sephiroth's entire finger into his mouth. The hard little piercing in the middle of Cloud's warm tongue scraped gently, and Sephiroth's eyes nearly crossed with desire. But then he imagined Vincent's slightly amused yet disapproving face and tried to pull his finger back, "Cloud. Knock it off, lemme grab my stuff and we'll get outta here - "
"I wanna grab your stuff instead," Cloud purred as he released Sephiroth's wet finger with a pop.
Sephiroth chuckled at the nonsensical come-on. "Okay, whatever. But not here, this is my office - "
"Fuck me," Cloud breathed, and then as if it felt good just to say it he repeated himself. "Fuck me right here on your fucking desk. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me- "
Sephiroth's will was crumbling. He loved the way Cloud said 'fook'... "No baby, this is where I work. We can't- "
"Please?" Cloud begged, his lips curving down into the sexiest pout Sephiroth had ever seen in his life.
Sephiroth had an idea. He put Vincent out of his mind and dropped Cloud to the floor and pushed him against the back of his desk. Cloud's eyes cleared of the misty lust spell they were under and looked up at him in an expression akin to fear. Once Sephiroth had his attention, he took Cloud's arms and twisted them behind his back, putting just enough pressure on his joints that Cloud winced.
Unfortunately this tactic made Sephiroth's body strain in desire to keep going and 'fook' Cloud like the naughty, horny little Cadet that he was. But if he wanted to set real ground rules of not messing around in public places where they could be seen or heard, he had to do it then. It was only going to get worse when Cloud became a SOLDIER and worked in the building daily. The temptation was always going to be there, but if they wanted any sort of privacy they needed to refrain from it.
They'd done too much, already. Every kiss was like another potential gil sign to prying eyes. So Sephiroth remained calm, despite his aching body. "What did I say?"
"... No sex in your office?" Cloud guessed shyly, then added. "Sir."
"And why can't we have sex in here?" Sephiroth asked, nearly shaking as he suddenly aware of his hips still settled between Cloud's long, warm thighs.
"... Because," Cloud whispered, but his eyes lidded slightly. He glanced down to where his jean-covered erection was pressing against the bulge in Sephiroth's pants. "This is your office. Sir."
"And there are cameras in here. I've told you that before."
"I forgot," Cloud whispered, looking back up at his lover's eyes. "... Sorry."
Sephiroth lowered his voice so only Cloud would be able to hear, barely speaking at all against his ear. "... It scares me. Someone's always watchin' me."
"Oh... I'm sorry, Seph," Cloud whispered back, the lust receding from his eyes. "I promise I won't do this again. I'm sorry."
Sephiroth eased the pressure on Cloud's wrists, and dropped a kiss onto his nose, "You're gonna get it tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day. You just have to wait until we're somewhere private. Okay?"
"Okay," Cloud nodded and although it was difficult, he moved his hips away from Sephiroth's in a display of self-control.
"Good boy," Sephiroth gave him one more kiss before releasing him, and went to his desk. "I'm gonna save some stuff real quick and we're outta here."
Cloud gave a frustrated sigh, but didn't follow him to the other side of his desk out of respect for the General's privacy. Instead he wandered around the room until he reached the window, and looked out across the landscape of Midgar. The sun was setting earlier and earlier as the year neared towards winter, and it painted the sky a smoggy orange hue.
He smiled, suddenly remembering that he had a secret! The costumes! Cloud hopped a little, forgetting all about his unbearable erection. "Hurry! We have to get ready for the party! I can't wait to show you your costume!"
Sephiroth grunted softly, pointedly ignoring the subject. "Zack's gonna be at our place in about an hour."
Cloud's heart lingered over the word 'our'. When he was done savoring it, he stayed on the opposite side of Sephiroth's desk and leaned on his fists with a smile. "Aren't you curious what your costume is?"
Sephiroth's computer gave the melodic noise of shutting down, and he continued to ignore Cloud's baiting. "Should I grab a back up costume from the uniform storehouse? I mean, in case the humiliating one you got me doesn't fit?"
"I promise it'll fit, and it will not be humiliating!" Cloud grinned, going over to his bag to clutch it against his chest protectively. "I'm wearing the same costume! We'll totally match! We'll be the cutest couple ever!"
This offered Sephiroth very little comfort. He cleared off his desk and unplugged his electronics before putting a hand between Cloud's shoulder blades and guiding him out of the room. He locked his office behind them and nodded to his secretary. "You gonna be at the party tonight?"
"Yup!" She chirped. "So uh... you're still taking Friday off?"
"I'm not showin' my face 'til Monday afternoon," He assured her. "But you'll be here to field my calls, right?"
"... Right," she lied. Sephiroth let it go; everyone needed a break from work now and then.
The ride to his loft was spent with Cloud kicking his feet and asking Sephiroth to guess what their costumes were.
"... Superheroes."
"Guess again!" Cloud prodded frantically. "You'll never fucking guess!"
"... Vampires."
"No! We're something cute, not something gross or scary!"
"... Puppies."
"Not cute in a stupid way! Cute in a slutty way!"
"... Prostitutes."
"Seeeph, you're not even trying!"
When they got to the apartment, Cloud clamored up the stairs in excitement. In a lapse of his usual etiquette, he used his own key to barge inside and raced to the bedroom to change. "Stay in the living room! I'll put it on real quick!"
"I wanna take my clothes off..." Sephiroth complained. "And I was gonna try and get some ass before Zack gets here."
"There's no time! Just wait a minute!" Cloud howled, and slammed the bedroom door shut. Sephiroth dropped to the couch and began to undo the straps on his boots. He'd gotten both off when he heard his door open and Cloud's footsteps tiptoe down the hall. He called, "Alright Seph, close your eyes!"
Sephiroth did. "Okay, they're shut."
"You promise?"
"Yes!" Sephiroth barked, finally losing a little bit of patience at this game. As he listened to Cloud's quiet footsteps into the room, he nearly opened his eyes to defiantly spoil his surprise. But since Cloud had obviously gone through so much trouble and was so excited, Sephiroth would let him have his grand reveal of the ensemble they'd be wearing that evening.
Cloud took a breath. "Okay, look."
Sephiroth opened his eyes, and he took a long moment to absorb what he was seeing. Cloud was posing before him in a black, skintight catsuit, and he was holding another one in his hand.
He kind of looked like cat woman without the ears. When Sephiroth opened his mouth to inquire, Cloud reached behind himself and hit some sort of button. Suddenly there were soft, neon blue lines of light accenting his limbs, ribs, and groin. It looked vaguely familiar but Sephiroth couldn't quite place it. But it didn't matter what sort of sci-fi movie it originated from... the effect on Cloud's slim, muscular body was awe-inspiring.
With a coy smile, Cloud turned himself smoothly around on the ball of his foot, revealing the costume from all angles. It had some sort of light pack on the back, where Sephiroth assumed the battery power was located. Cloud looked over his shoulder, "... Do you like it?"
"What's it from?" Sephiroth asked, his eyes still roaming up and down Cloud's limbs.
"Fuck!" Cloud sighed, dropping his seductive stance. "It's from Tron. You didn't see it, did you?"
"I didn t see it, but I recognized it. I just wasn't sure," Sephiroth clarified, then rested his chin in his hand. "... Is that a one piece?"
"No. There's a top and bottom," Cloud explained, inching the top away from the pants a bit to expose skin. "And it's not as tight as it looks. It's pretty stretchy so you won't be constricted or anything. There are wires but they don't touch your skin, they're all tucked away."
"Lemme look atcha," Sephiroth invited, spreading his legs a little on the couch.
Cloud seemed to deflate a little bit at Sephiroth's completely blank expression, but he stepped over to where his boyfriend was seated. He feared the worst. "... If you don't like it I'll go drive back to HQ and get you something else."
Sephiroth reached out and pulled Cloud closer. He ran his fingers over the lighted strips, feeling a slight warmth. "... They don't get too hot, do they?"
"No, they're kind of padded underneath. You won't feel anything..." Cloud answered, holding Sephiroth's costume out to him uncertainly.
He took it, but set it beside himself on the couch without looking at it. He reached out to put both hands on Cloud's hips, and turned him to inspect the costume up close. "Were they expensive?"
"No," Cloud lied.
"So you won't care if I just... completely fucking wreck these tonight?"
The question was asked so casually that Cloud nearly missed it. He caught his breath, looking down at Sephiroth's unchanged expression. "...What do you mean?"
Sephiroth finally looked up at Cloud's face. "I'm trying to figure out how I can fuck you without taking this off of you."
Cloud gigged in shock, and arched back a little as Sephiroth's hands tightened on his hips and brought him to stand between his spread legs. "You can do whatever you want. It's not like we can wear something like this twice..."
"Doesn't look like there's any wiring around the crotch. So... maybe scissors..." Sephiroth thought out loud, running two fingers in a snipping motion over Cloud's straining groin and up between his legs. "I could cut this off of you bit by bit... just enough to get inside."
Cloud gasped, stretching the sound out as Sephiroth's fingers pressed against his balls, making blood roar through his veins. Those hot hands moved over his arousal, rubbing with only enough pressure to make Cloud's toes curl against the floor. Sephiroth's hands flattened against his inner thigh, patting in a soothing manner before sliding up and over Cloud's firm stomach. "... That's fuckin' sexy."
Cloud swallowed, backing away from Sephiroth slowly. "Put yours on for me?"
Sephiroth's eyes followed his as he stood up from the couch with his costume. Cloud took his hand and turned around, quickly walked towards the bedroom with a little extra glide in his step, smiling to himself when Sephiroth jogged a little to keep up.
Once he got to the bedroom, he reached out to press the tiny button that made Sephiroth's suit light up. "Your lights are yellow."
Sephiroth held it up to examine it. "Is there a difference between yellow and blue?"
"Yellow is very, very evil," Cloud grinned, hugging Sephiroth's side before diving onto the mattress to gawk.
Sephiroth took his clothes off, baring his succulent nudity to Cloud's thirsty eyes. He couldn't resist getting up onto his knees on the mattress, craning his neck up for a kiss. Sephiroth stepped a little closer to him, giving him a small peck on the lips before straightening his back and bringing his partial arousal near Cloud's mouth in an obvious suggestion.
'I'm not gonna suck myself,' Sephiroth's penis told him bluntly.
Instead of paying attention to it, Cloud kissed Sephiroth's stomach, his hips, and his finely tuned upper thighs. His cock hardened, filling out until it lifted itself heavily, straining desperately to get Cloud's attention. He kissed the skin of Sephiroth's groin, letting his cheek rub against his cock as he licked a warm, wet line from his pubic hair up to his belly button.
Cloud looked up, his lips moving against Sephiroth's skin, "The suit is pretty clingy in the crotch. Maybe you should put some undies on. I'm wearing a jock strap."
"Uh huh..." Sephiroth murmured softly. He wasn't listening, instead he buried a hand in Cloud's hair and attempted to gently nudge his head back down to his neglected cock.
"Uh huh..." Cloud echoed, kissing his toned stomach once more before shaking the oppressive hand off of his head. "Now get dressed! I wanna see you in your costume already!"
Sephiroth huffed a little before he went to his closet in defeat. Cloud watched him retrieve a pair of boxer briefs and step into them, carefully arranging his raging arousal into a comfortable position. It pushed against the thin fabric of the underwear beautifully, making Sephiroth's long, sinewy form even more alluring.
Cloud began to swing his feet behind himself on the bed, tilting his head with a sigh. "You're so pretty..."
Sephiroth then came back to where his costume was lying next to Cloud, smiling as he stepped into the pants portion. They hugged the contours of his legs, but almost weren't long enough to cover the entire length of them. Way too much ankle was showing, but would easily be concealed by boots. Sephiroth then shrugged into the top half, pulling the stretchy vinyl-like fabric over his torso.
The construct of the outfit was so simple. But with that tight black fabric and those brightly lit accent lights... it was like Sephiroth was suddenly some space traveler from the future to steal Cloud's soul. Cloud moved up onto his knees again, unable to take his eyes off of Sephiroth's body. "... You look really hot."
"What are we doin' for shoes?" Sephiroth asked.
Cloud blinked, shaking his head a little. "Oh, I'm just putting on combat boots. You should, too. You've almost got a high water thing going on."
"You know I have issues with pants..." Sephiroth said softly, putting a knee on the mattress next to Cloud and reaching out to stroke his hair. "Thanks for the costume, I really do like it. We'll have fun tonight."
Cloud sighed through his nose, reaching out to touch Sephiroth's thigh. The lights were getting warm beneath his hands. "I'm tempted to stay right here... I'm sure we can make our own fun."
"Next year let's be zombies," Sephiroth joked. "Gross fuckin' zombies. It'll be much easier to leave home."
They both laughed together, but very suddenly the laughter morphed into heated kisses. Cloud frantically rolled over onto his back, and Sephiroth fell on top of him, pushing down with all of his weight. Cloud managed to get a leg out from between them and hooked it around Sephiroth's hips.
Cloud felt like a bubbling pot of water that was finally boiling over. He couldn't take anymore; his boyfriend was driving him wild and after more than a month without it, he needed Sephiroth's physical love. He wanted a long, drawn out, mindless, agonizing fuck that was so deep it hurt. He wanted Sephiroth's cock imprinted on the inside of his eyelids. He wanted Sephiroth's come jetting inside him, he wanted to feel that man tremble underneath him and look at him like he was the only good thing that existed in the world.
And more than anything, he wanted to come back down off of that high and lay still beneath his sheets. He wanted fingertips and passion, words and kisses until they fired each other up again. Cloud wanted these things so badly he whimpered into Sephiroth's mouth before turning away from the kiss with a gasp. "Make the fucking call. Tell Zack we aren't going anywhere tonight. Please?"
Sephiroth's lips were reddened and wet, and for a sweet moment he looked like a confused child. Then his features collected themselves into hardened resolve. "... No."
"Why not?" Cloud asked, stealing another kiss. "You don't really wanna go to some dumb party, anyways."
"I wanna go out," Sephiroth's eyes were flicking between Cloud and the clock, trying to figure out how to have a satisfying sex session, clean up, and answer the door for Zack in less than fifteen minutes. "You got us such cool costumes - "
"I don't care about the stupid costumes! You're all I want!" Cloud whined passionately, stretching his neck out to give Sephiroth the kiss that would change his mind.
Thier lips rolled together for a few more moments until Sephiroth separated his tongue from Cloud's. "You'll be glad you went, I promise. Free drinks all night. I'll dance with you all you want. And we'll leave real early. And then later..." Sephiroth trailed off with a hot kiss to Cloud's ear. "Later, you can chew me up and spit me out. But let's go have some fun first."
Cloud chuckled, shrinking away from the ticklish kiss. "Okay."
"You hungry? Want me to make you somethin' to eat?" Sephiroth asked, smoothly pushing himself up off of Cloud and then holding out a hand to help him slide off the bed.
Since there would be massive alcohol consumption, Cloud decided that starchy, carb-laden peanut butter and jelly sandwiches would be wise. But there was a heated debate concerning the sensitive nature of the peanut butter to jelly ratio. Sephiroth barely covered his bread with peanut butter, and liked so much strawberry jelly that it oozed from the sides with every bite. Meanwhile, Cloud's bread nearly broke with the weight of four huge spoonfuls of peanut butter, a generous river of honey, a terrain of brown sugar and a very tiny scraping of jelly. When he found a half eaten bag of salty potato chips on Sephiroth's counter, he threw in a handful of those for good measure.
"What the fuck is that?" Sephiroth asked, watching with morbid curiosity as Cloud began to eat the crunchy, sugary creation.
"It's me gaining weight. I'll be fat as fuck soon. Besides, you always tell me not to knock something until I try it."
"I do say that," Sephiroth admitted, then sampled a bite. While he still liked a lot of jelly, he couldn't help but admit that Cloud was on to something.
Trying each other's food led to feeding each other, then to sucking fingers and stealing kisses. Cloud couldn't resist enjoying his lover's physicality in these small ways. And thankfully before any of those stolen kisses became too deep, there came a booming knock on the door.
"Zack!" Cloud cried giddily and slid away from Sephiroth to open the front door. He straightened out his costume and tucked back the obvious erection in his pants before posing and pulling the door open. "Happy Halloween!"
Zack Fair stood before him in a tight, mismatched heavy metal-inspired ensemble complete with a Rock Band guitar around his neck. His hair was teased to even greater heights, and the look was complete with pink lipstick and plenty of gawdy accessories. He was the perfect hair band caricature.
Zack's face fell when he saw Cloud's costume, though. "You look cool!"
"You look cooler!" Cloud argued, closing the door behind him.
"Zack never looks cool," Sephiroth commented from the kitchen.
Zack growled in frustration when he walked further into the apartment and found Sephiroth. "You guys both look cool! Now my costume looks even more stupid than it normally would have in comparison!"
"Poor you," Sephiroth said, and came forward to give Zack a bro grab with a pat on the back combo. "How you been?"
"I'm alright," Zack said uneasily.
"Where's Aerith? Shouldn't she be your slutty groupie?" Cloud asked.
"She's not a part of my life anymore."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "Yeah right."
Zack's friendly face hardened in distaste. "Trust me, we broke up for real this time."
Cloud approached him with an empathetic, yet comedic hug. "Aww, I'm sorry. What'd you do this time?"
Zack slid out of the embrace. "I didn't do anything."
Sephiroth leaned against the counter with crossed arms. "Cloud, steal his cell phone. Call the bitch and fix it so he has fun tonight."
Zack put his hand on Cloud's forehead to keep him at bay. "You know what, guys? I wasn t going to get into this, but I see that I have no choice. So to make a very, very long story short: Aerith had an abortion without asking me. She moved out and I can't legally get within a thousand feet of her."
Sephiroth's face twisted in confusion. "Run that by me again."
Cloud nodded with his mouth hanging open. "Yes... details please."
"Listen up, because I've already talked this thing to death I'm not telling this story ever again," After several false starts and a deep breath, Zack spat it out, "We made a baby. Cloud, that happens when a man puts his penis in a woman's - "
"I know that!" Cloud growled. "Stop trying to be funny and tell us what happened."
"It was an accident. I still can't figure out how, because we were careful. It just... happened," Zack took his miniature guitar off and set it on the counter. "... so she told me I was gonna be a dad, and I was a little surprised at first but then I got really pumped. I couldn't even work that day, I called my mom and dad, it was their first grandkid. I told Angeal. I told everybody. I didn't tell you, Seph, because you were out of town all last month and I wanted to say the news to you in person. I thought you'd make a funny face... I think you would have been really excited for us, though. You too, Cloud..."
There was a long stretch of silence until Zack spoke softly. "So for about 24 hours I was going to be a dad. Then the next night, she came home said she'd been doing some thinking and she changed her mind. It was over, the thing had already been done. She said it was her choice. I agree that it was... but..."
"Why?" Cloud blurted. "Why would she do that?"
Zack let out a long suffering sigh and looked up at the ceiling. "She said she still wanted to be with me, but had a different plan for our life; she wanted to be married, she wanted to have a real flower store, she wanted a house and a car and not to live in Midgar when she finally settled down to make a family. She said we're too young, that I was too unpredictable and that our apartment wasn't right for a baby. She even thought I would be relieved to be "off the hook"."
"What'd you say?" Cloud cawed.
"... Nothing. I didn't know what to say, what to feel... I couldn't feel anything, I was numb for days. When I finally could feel something, it was this crazy rage and it came all at once in the middle of the night. I woke her up and told her to get the fuck out of my apartment before I killed her in her sleep. Then she got a restraining order the next morning, and her stuff was out the next night. I've been staying with Angeal... I'm having nightmares about weird, angry dead babies and not being able to save my own kid."
"... I want to kill her. I hate her," Sephiroth said very gently, and the mismatched tone made the angry burning of his eyes somewhat terrifying. "I always hated her."
"I know you did, Seph," Zack was serious and frank, and spilled his guts. "But... I loved her, I wasn't going to abandon her with a kid, and that I was planning on being a really good dad. I couldn't see the future to stop it, but now I can see the past, and I see her walking into that fucking clinic over and over, and I can't do anything to change it. All I can feel is that awful realization... that my kid was erased. Part of me thinks she was lying about the entire thing just to see what'd I say. It's the only way I can stay sane; thinking there was no kid in the first place and she's just an emotional terrorist!"
Both Cloud and Sephiroth's mouths were hanging open at that point.
"So I've been a real drag lately. I need help out of this," Zack wiped a stray tear off his cheek. "I couldn't think of a better Halloween costume this year."
There was silence in the kitchen again, until Cloud cleared is throat. "It's an awesome costume. Everyone's gonna love it. You look like Tommy Lee on even more cocaine."
Zack laughed, and the movement caused more tears to run down his face. He wiped them away quickly, "Good. That's what I was going for... is my makeup a mess?"
Cloud shook his head. "No, it must be waterproof. I actually like the way you did your eyes. Will you do my makeup, too?"
"Sure," Zack smiled, reaching into his back pocket for a cheap little makeup palette bought at a costume shop.
"You wanna do a few shots before we leave, Zack?" Sephiroth asked, going into his cabinets. "Cloud taught me how to make ones that taste like Gummi Bears."
Zack shed his pain like an unseasonable sweater that he would put on again when it got colder. All the angry words Sephiroth and Cloud wanted to say but didn't hung in the air to dissolve. Instead they sat on Sephiroth's couch talking about trivial things while tossing back shots. With clumsy, inexperienced hands, Zack gave Cloud smoky eyes to set off his seductive costume. Sephiroth tried to decline the offer for makeup, but submitted when Cloud insisted they all match.
Two Tron computer programs and a stray hair metal band member left the apartment complex for the train station.
It was Halloween, and that meant becoming someone else.
"Come forward."
Zack, Sephiroth and Cloud all looked blankly at the robed SOLDIER guarding the entrance of the bar. Cloud snickered, "Do we really have to go through this again?"
The figure guarding the door boomed at them, "This is the inner sanctum of SOLDIER. You are about to bear witness to our most ancient of secrets."
"Yeah, we really have to go through this again," Sephiroth answered. Then nodded to the hooded SOLDIER. "Hi, Jason."
"Silence! The solemn acts you witness must be taken with you to the Lifestream. You must also abide by our game on this eve, as is tradition since the dawn of SOLDIER! If you do not agree, I shall cast ye away, most respected anointed ones! And the lowly token Cadet!"
"Lowly token Cadet?" Cloud roared.
"You totally are," Zack informed him. "We hang with you because you make us look taller."
"I'm getting a little sick of all these height references! I'm officially tall enough to be a SOLDIER, I think that means - "
"Silence, oh dwarven one! Allow the Most Honorable General to speak! How do you go, Sir?" The robed SOLDIER pleaded, shaking his fist in reverent passion.
"We agree to whatever," Sephiroth smirked. "... And let it be known that the short Cadet has a really long dick."
"Seeeph!" Cloud cried, but clearly wasn't offended.
"That's an overshare! But you may enter!" The SOLDIER said, and stepped aside to usher them inside.
Zack and Cloud slid past, but Sephiroth hung back. "Go on in without me."
"What? Why?" Cloud asked, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.
"I'm gonna wait for someone," Sephiroth said simply, checking his phone. "Go on in, they'll be here in like a minute."
"Who?"
Sephiroth blinked his eyes calmly. "Genesis. He asked me to wait for him."
There was something... so completely odd about that blink. It was so slow, so deliberate... so deceptive. Cloud squinted at Sephiroth, staring him directly in his sexpot, feline eyes. "... You're waiting for Genesis?"
There was another suspicious blink. "Yeah."
"... You're lying to me!"
"What?"
"I can tell by the weird thing you're doing with your eyes!"
Another blink. "Why are you bein' a psycho? Just go inside."
"You did it again!"
Zack tugged on Cloud's arm. "C'mon, let him be weird if he wants. I need a drink."
"I wanna know who he's waiting for!" Cloud declared, becoming an unmovable mountain by planting his feet hip's width apart and crossing his arms.
Sephiroth received a text message. He smiled, and peered down the sidewalk. "I'm waitin' for her."
Apparently, Sephiroth had wanted to wait for Marilyn Monroe. With a white halter dress, heels and a tousled head of blonde head of hair, a beautiful lady was walking towards them. Cloud squinted, wondering why this sexy, stunning female looked so familiar... when it struck him like a bolt of lightning. "... Mom?"
"Hey sweetie!" April called, her heels clicking against the sidewalk. "You kids look adorable!"
"You look beautiful and fabulous!" Cloud laughed in wonder at his mother's glamor. Even her tattoos couldn't detract from her old school Hollywood class. "What are you doing here?"
"I invited her," Sephiroth smiled, reaching out to touch one of her soft curls.
"He helped with the apartment last week," April explained, batting Sephiroth's hand away.
"Wait a minute!" Cloud interrupted. "You two like, hung out? By choice?"
Sephiroth shrugged. "You know I've been in Junon for the last two weeks. It'da been rude not to have stopped by and said hello."
"He invited himself in and brought a bag full of binders of swatches for the kitchen. He was too pathetic to turn away," April said, lighting a cigarette.
"... I thought she might need some help turning her new residence into a home..." Sephiroth spoke quietly and from the corner of his mouth. He didn't want to give Zack too much bait to tease him, but had absolutely no control over his passion for interior decorating. "You're not still unsure about the mauve stone washed counter tops, are you? There's still time to cancel the order."
"I'm used to the idea, now. I even picked up the citrus honey tea towel set you suggested, I think it'll look really cute. Colorful, but cute."
"Don't be afraid of color," Sephiroth nearly whispered, glancing around to avoid anyone's eyes.
"You two are assholes!" Cloud wailed in delight. "Mom, we talked a couple days ago! Why didn't you tell me you were coming tonight?"
April shrugged. "I wanted to wait to make sure I didn't have anything better to do."
"Pardon me," Zack cut in, leaning in close and absent-mindedly patting his hair down. "I make it my business to know all the enchanting women around here, and I don't believe we've met..."
Cloud put himself between Zack and his mother. "As far as you're concerned, she's a saint."
"Don't be a cock block, Clow," She murmured breezily as she pushed her son into Sephiroth and out of her way. "My name's April."
"Zack Fair," he introduced himself with a small kiss to her hand. "You must be Cloud's older sister."
"You're a little young to be using a line like that."
"Nineteen in two weeks," Zack answered without being asked.
April laughed, blowing her smoke in his face. "I have underwear older than you are, kid."
Zack breathed the smoke in without skipping a beat. "Maybe you could show them to me?"
She smirked. "... C'mon. Buy me a drink if you're legal."
"Sure! What does this tattoo say?" Zack asked, finding an excuse to run a hand over her bare back.
Cloud groaned as he reluctantly followed his innocent mother and horny, rebounding friend inside, "Seph, do something. Please don't let this happen."
"Baby, don't be a cock block."
The party inside was already well underway, and everyone had shown up in creative, funny, or slutty costumes. There were a million flavors of short-skirted whores, plenty of SOLDIERs willing to display their perfect bodies in skimpy outfits, and more gothic vampire sluts than you could shake a stick at. There were some extremely time consuming home made costumes, the most memorable being a chocobo that was getting fucked by a farmer.
Cloud was delighted to see that he and Sephiroth were the only ones that were wearing Tron inspired costumes. It wasn't exactly a pinnacle moment in pop culture, but their asses looked damn good when accented with neon lights. The bonus was being able to see Sephiroth extremely well in the dimly lit bar.
April and Zack disappeared. Cloud knew that his mother could work a room, and with Zack following her around it would only be that much easier. Even though it was disgusting, it was sort of nice that Zack had found someone to latch onto... although they'd all mostly recovered from the shocking breakup tale, Cloud didn't want their friend to feel like a third wheel all night long.
And the fact was, it was their one-year anniversary. Cloud didn't plan to take his hands off of Sephiroth.
Besides, there was no way his mom would do anything with Zack. No fucking way. She was just pandering to him... yeah, that was it.
They found seats at the bar and ordered. Cloud scooted his stool close to Sephiroth, leaning against him as people began to approach the General to talk. He didn't mind feeling lost in the conversation... Sephiroth's fingers were working sensually at the base of his neck the entire time he spoke. Cloud felt like a content pet, and when his drink arrived it made the moment that much more glorious.
The moment was ruined when a body pressed in close to Cloud's.
He lifted his head and found Rufus Shin-Ra staring at him. He was dressed as Draco Malfoy, "You stupid, stupid bitch."
"Excuse me?" Cloud asked indignantly.
"I just ran in to Zack and his date. Do you realize how long I have been waiting for Zack Fair to drop that plain Jane commoner he's been breeding? He's the only reason I came to this party!" Rufus scowled. "And now that he's single, you hook him up with your sea hag mother at the first social opportunity? Who does that?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Who does that?" Rufus repeated.
Cloud laughed, "It's Sephiroth's fault! I wouldn't have invited her!"
"I don't care. I hate you," Rufus calmly sipping his martini. "This means war."
"War?"
"Yes, war! The moment you and Sephiroth break up, I'm going to introduce him to my slutty mother. How old is yours anyways? Twenty?"
"Thirty-two," Cloud grinned, thoroughly unoffended by Rufus' assessment of his mother. He'd heard far worse from the locals growing up.
"Well, your mother might be well preserved, but my mom has medical science on her side. She's pushing fifty but I'm pretty sure she can pick up satellite radio with her clit."
Cloud giggled behind his hand, "What did you want with Zack, anyways?"
Rufus threw up a hand. "Are you dense? He's in prime rebound territory. Now it's to be wasted on some random, loose bimbo! I'm completely unprepared for this!"
"It's not like you would have gotten him!" Cloud laughed, touching Sephiroth's arm in thanks when he set another drink down in front of him. "Zack's straight, ya know."
"Do you know how many straight men I've been seven inches deep into?" Rufus said with a flat, leveled stare. "You dropped the ball on this one, Strife. You and the Snow Queen over there should have been first in line to the buffet. I'm so bitterly disappointed in the both of you."
"Zack is like a brother to me," Cloud smiled, taking a long drink.
"Ever the more reason to steal his candy. Brothers are hot," Rufus said with raised eyebrows, staring across the bar at him and April. He was chatting away, double fisting drinks while April ignored him.
Cloud laughed into his drink. "You obviously don't have a brother, then."
"I certainly do."
"Really?"
"Half brother," Rufus amended. "You'll be working under him someday. He's married, and he fucks like an angry pit bull."
Cloud slammed his drink down. "You are a fucking liar! You did not sleep with your own brother!"
"Half brother."
"That is so gross!"
"Some would say homosexuality is gross, it all depends on perspective. And if two consenting male adults decide to swallow a pharmacy s worth of Oxycontin and then have passionate sex until they piss blood, who are you to say that that is wrong?" Rufus lifted a slim, dainty cigarette to his mouth and lit it. "And no, I'm not that hard up. That revolting encounter is one of the reasons I decided to quit. And it's also the reason why poor Lazard decided to do even more drugs, but he'll get over it someday."
Cloud shook his head in amazement. He let his eyes drift to Zack, where he was still attempting to engage his mother in conversation. She was instead speaking to what appeared to be the secretarial pool from the Shin-Ra HQ building. Zack did look awfully... needy. "... Do you really think you would have slept with Zack tonight?"
"I certainly would have tried," Rufus sighed. "You wouldn't believe what I'm wearing underneath this stupid costume."
Cloud looked over at him to appreciate his ultra legit wizard robes. He then froze as he watched a drop of blood was slowly coming from Rufus' nose. It sent a chill up Cloud's spine. "... Hey Ru. You've got a little..."
Instinctively, Rufus took out a tissue and dabbed the blood away. "Don't think less of me. Alcohol thins my blood, and all those years of snorting bleach gives me frequent bleeds."
"Understood," Cloud nodded, not making a big deal of it. He didn't have a vast amount of experience in dealing with ex-junkies, but Rufus seemed relatively sober. Perhaps a bit wobbly on his feet, but that was obviously due to the bottomless martini in his hand. "So how long have you been without drugs?"
"Cloud, I have been drug free for nearly fourteen months. I could have had a baby in that time," Rufus said, sipping his drink. "And as an older, wiser person I advise you to stick strictly to ecstasy, hydra and mushrooms. Leave the hard stuff alone!"
"I can't do drugs. Army, remember?" Cloud grinned sheepishly.
"Since when did that stop anyone? If you ever need a urine sample just ask me," Rufus nodded. "I like giving back to the community. What else is sobriety good for?"
Cloud swallowed the rest of his drink before sliding off of his stool. "Come dance with me."
Rufus put his nose in the air. "I don't want to dance with you."
"Pretend I'm your brother."
With a playful tug of his wizard robes, Cloud lured Rufus onto the relatively empty dance floor. They were able to dance to a couple of songs before Max got on the microphone, raving about the traditional Halloween party and the open bar policy being written off as a business expense. Cloud supposed that working for a multi-trillion gil company, the hard working employees felt the need to every so often screw their boss. It was one night a year that they could rock on Mr. Shin-Ra's dime without having to impress investors or otherwise be expected to behave in a professional manner.
Cloud sat excitedly on his stool beside Sephiroth, both hoping and dreading that his name might be called to come sing. Rufus sat between Cloud and Genesis - who was proudly dressed as a slutty version of Harry Potter. Zack and his mother had migrated closer, and Angeal was seated on the other side of Sephiroth in a very revealing 300 Spartan outfit... Cloud kept seeing his abs ripple from the corner of his eyes. Since when was an older guy allowed to be so sexy?
Most of the people to get called up to sing were people Cloud didn't recognize. There were leagues of SOLDIERs, Turks, and army, and they all had their own social circles. While the size of the group was sometimes alienating, Sephiroth was able to fill Cloud in on any inside jokes that were made. And like the year before, every song containing a key word to drink on which kept Cloud steaming towards intoxication. He was beginning to feel no pain until someone closer to home was called to the stage.
"Zack Fair, off your lazy ass!" Max barked. Zack blossomed under the spotlight, always pleased to be the center of attention. He chose his song from the fishbowl, and wound up with Madonna's 'Like a Prayer'. It was obvious before the first note of the song that Zack was not able to carry a tune in a bucket, but it was also very obvious that he was going to try. What followed was the most hilarious three minutes of everyone's life. Rufus resembled the Joker when he was laughing uncontrollably, and that only sparked Cloud to laugh even harder, and the sound of it made Sephiroth crack up, and it was a chain effect throughout the entire place.
Zack soaked it in, happy to make others happy. He was a bonafied energy vampire.
One of Cloud's Weapon's instructors was called up to sing a Beastie Boys rap, and Cloud was pretty impressed with his flow. A very sexy lady was called up to sing, and she decided halfway through the song that she'd rather strip. Cloud had never actually seen a naked woman in person before, and found himself looking away with a severe blush. Sephiroth noticed and teased him with a tickling hand on his side, only adding to the embarrassment.
Angeal was called up to sing, which gave Cloud an excuse to stare at his body. When he was forced to stumble his was through a Ke$ha tune, it only added to his humble appeal and put his charming, handsome smile in permanent display for two whole minutes. Cloud couldn't help but notice that Angeal was always on his own at parties without a date, which made him wonder what his sexual orientation was.
Cloud leaned over to whisper in Rufus' ear. "Is Angeal gay?"
To which Rufus gave his normal reply, "Everyone is a little gay."
His tongue loosened by alcohol, Cloud slurred a bit. "Isn't he hot?"
Rufus assessed him for a moment. "Yeah... He kind of is."
Everyone in the room was jolly, soused and electrified by hyperactive, good time partying vibes. Max was ready to give up the microphone and have a drink, "And so that concludes our game of the evening. Please continue to enjoy the open bar - you're going to need it for what's about to happen next. The beautiful, luscious General Sephiroth has requested your attention, and you know what happens if you don't give it to him - "
Sephiroth swiftly moved up off of his stool without saying a word, leaving Cloud to watch him with utmost confusion. The room divided into barking drink orders, cheers for Sephiroth, and loud conversations. But when Sephiroth took the stage, standing there like a God in the glowing spotlight his skintight lightsuit, fierce feline eyes and streaming silver hair... the room gradually quieted and the joyous atmosphere turned expectant.
"I have something to get off my chest," Sephiroth declared, and the room suddenly became silent. He waited a moment to let that sink in as he collected his thoughts. "At last year's Cadet orientation, Cloud Strife asked me what kind of music I listen to. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had just met someone who was going to change my whole life for the better."
Cloud cupped both hands over his mouth to stifle an emotional explosion. He glanced around, and was glad that nobody was looking at him and all eyes were on the General. There was blood rushing in his ears, but he struggled to listen to every word Sephiroth was saying: "As a lot of you know from being with me in the field, I'm a big believer in stupid questions deserving stupid answers. So I burned him a CD with some song I liked on it. I thought that would be the end, but I soon found out that Cloud Strife is one of the most relentless, annoying, persistent people on the face of this planet; if a door closes on him, he'll get a screwdriver and take it right off the hinges. But he didn't want me to train him, he wasn't really interested in money, and he understood that I have a stupid, crazy schedule... but he just wanted to be around me for some reason. Our first date was exactly one year ago, to this Halloween party. I don't know what I did before I had him in my life. He's the best friend I've ever had."
You could hear a pin drop in the bar. Sephiroth rubbed his slightly pink face, very obviously embarrassed. "... Cloud's my best friend and he's my boyfriend. How lucky am I that I found one person who could be both of those things? We still make each other CDs every now and then. I made him a new CD for our one-year anniversary. He hasn't listened to it yet, but I wanna sing the first song on it to him. And I want him to know that... I forgot most of this fuckin' speech. But I'm very willing to humiliate myself to make him happy. So he better be fuckin' happy for a real long time."
Cloud finally released the air he'd been holding on a gust of laughter. There was a tiny smattering of applause in the room, because any onlooker could see how difficult it had been for Sephiroth to get through that. Death, war, money, greed, and power were easy things to speak in public about. Professing admiration for someone you loved in front of your friends and colleagues was not.
But who doesn't enjoy a good, sappy tale? Cloud could see couples cuddle closer, and misty-eyed single women touch their hearts in desire, and single men puff out like peacocks in hopes of being the hero in their own 'how we met' story. Cloud shut his eyes and felt like he was having an out of body experience; pieces of what Sephiroth had said were already flying through his mind, and he thought for sure if he looked at his beloved that he'd lose his composure and become a sobbing mess.
But then a few notes of a horrible song began to play, and Cloud's eyes widened so large that the tears fell right out of them.
In his low, monotonous, rumbling voice, Sephiroth quietly sang, "You think I'm pretty without any makeup on... You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong... I know you get me, so I let my walls come down..."
Sephiroth was singing a Katy Perry song. 'Teenage Dream' by Katy mother-fucking Perry. What the fuck was Sephiroth doing? Cloud covered his eyes and screamed at the top of his lungs, much to the delight of everyone around him.
The lyrics skipped a little bit as Sephiroth laughed, but he did his best to continue to sing, "Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets... just love. We can dance until we die, you and I will be young forever. You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream."
Cloud screeched in joy, delight, horror, and humiliation and it left him bouncing in his seat from sheer emotion. He was thoroughly embarrassed, completely enamored, and utterly shocked that Sephiroth would do such a stupid thing in the name of love.
The longer the song went on, the harder it was for Cloud to maintain any semblance of composure. Every single word was sang with honesty, and even though Sephiroth was completely red in the face, he remained convicted. He was a warrior and not a pop star, and so he didn't put on any sort of show. He just stood there, smiling at Cloud and singing to him with his weight swaying slightly to the beat.
Sephiroth had never looked more vulnerable, or more sexy. Cloud honestly thought he might drop dead from the things his heart was doing in his chest.
As if Katy Perry designed the song around what it would one day to do Cloud's body, Sephiroth broke it down; "I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight."
Finally, Cloud leapt from his seat. He bumped and tripped his way to the stage and leaned on it, reaching up to hug Sephiroth's knees. He continued to sing but crouched down low, letting Cloud's hands run up his legs, to his arms, and then cup his face.
The melody that was moving Sephiroth's voice faded until he was merely speaking the words. The speaking stopped when Cloud went up on his tiptoes and greedily kissed his face. Nobody needed to hear the rest of the song, anyways.
Embarrassment had reduced both of them to their common denominator - their love for each other. Cloud felt himself pulled up into Sephiroth's arms, and somehow forgot that they were the focus of a room full of people who were mostly strangers that he would one day need to work with professionally. He was being held by a man who loved him so much that he'd belt out a pop tune to express it on their anniversary. If it offended anyone that he needed to kiss him right that moment - they could go fuck themselves.
From Sephiroth's perspective he was spared finishing the song. He'd easily allow Cloud to busy his mouth with something besides singing. In a way, it felt like a daring rescue and Sephiroth melted into his savior's embrace accordingly.
The public kiss only lasted a few seconds. Then the music was halted, and the group had their moment of applause, cheers and jeers. They were drunk, happy and entertained - they wanted for nothing. Sephiroth gratefully handed the mic back to Max with a wide grin, and the man shook his head. "Thankfully, Sephiroth and Cloud have managed to segway right into the drunken make out portion of the evening quite nicely."
The joke smoothed over the moment, and Sephiroth led Cloud back to their seats amidst good-natured ribbing from their fellow partygoers. The general consensus was 'Aww, how cute!', 'Oh my God, you're so sexy!', 'I got pictures!', 'You can't sing!' or any combination thereof.
Sephiroth wasn't nearly drunk enough for that, and his hands were shaking slightly. "I need a drink."
"I need you," Cloud whispered, squeezing both arms around his narrow waist and buckling him into a hug that would not end any time soon.
Sephiroth dropped his neck down and let his cheek rest on top of Cloud's head. Their embrace slowly tightened until it nearly hurt. It was only loosened when Cloud shuddered a bit with the need to draw breath, but still Sephiroth kept him as close as possible.
A tap on his shoulder brought Sephiroth's cheek up from Cloud's hair, and a bartender was looking at him expectantly. Sephiroth shook his head helplessly. "Just bring me a bottle of Jack, please."
Once the bartender left, Cloud looked up. "... You sang to me."
"I thought it'd make you laugh."
Cloud grinned, and wiped at his makeup streaked face. "... I can't top that, Sephiroth."
"Sure you can."
Around two in the morning, Cloud went for another drink and Sephiroth stopped him.
"No more tonight. Okay?"
Cloud knew Sephiroth wouldn't want to make love to a giggling, vomiting mess and smiled in understanding. So he coasted on his gentle buzz through dancing, drama, and a long, happy conversation with his mother. She was amused by what a fool her son made of himself on a dance floor. Cloud knew he couldn't fucking dance, but when one is dancing with the sexiest General in the world, it hardly mattered.
Rufus and Genesis had their nightly argument. Angeal was the one who broke it up, and then the three of them precariously left together... Cloud had to feel a little jealous that Rufus and Genesis were probably going to devour his mild crush. He made a mental note to try and weasel Rufus' phone number out of Sephiroth, so he could text him the next day and try to get some details.
Zack hung around April all night like a mosquito, while she made fast friends with the secretaries and teachers who enjoyed a touch of her bawdy humor. A few lesbians flocked around Sephiroth for a short while, which made dancing interesting. Cloud had more female groin against his ass than male, and he didn't quite know what to make of it.
The bar was becoming emptier, and Cloud's body was getting fatigued, which was completely unacceptable. He'd had a full day of training, plus an entire night of silly dancing, and his muscles were beginning to complain. He needed to save the rest of his energy to consummate their anniversary, and tugged on Sephiroth's fingers. "Are you ready?"
Sephiroth checked the clock and seemed surprised that it was nearly four. "Oh yeah, let's get the fuck out of here."
Cloud went by his mother to wish her farewell. April hugged him close. "You have a good weekend with Sephiroth."
"I will!" He beamed, before leaning back suspiciously. "Where are you going after this? You're not going to try driving back to Junon tonight, are you?"
"I won't drive tonight," April said with a grin.
Cloud's eyes flicked to Zack, who was playing cards with a group of his younger SOLDIER friends. "... Are you?"
"Am I what?" April seemed content in being mysterious, which led Cloud to believe that she didn't actually know what she was going to do. And even though Cloud was well aware that she could take care of herself, he wrote down Sephiroth's address for her just in case. He prayed to God she wouldn't show up that night, but the option was there.
And with that, they left. The night air was chilly compared to the heat of the bar, and Cloud tucked himself close to Sephiroth. The sidewalk wobbled a little bit beneath his feet, but other than that Cloud remained of sound mind.
The train ride back to the loft was spent with Cloud dozing on Sephiroth's shoulder. The silence wasn't because there weren't an infinite number of things to discuss, but because they didn't need to speak to communicate. After a year spent mostly talking to one another on the phone and creating an ocean of conversation to dive into, physical communication felt much more gratifying than words. With their hands held tightly, Cloud relaxed and fell asleep against the wall of warmth that made up his beloved.
The next thing he knew, Sephiroth was gently scooping him up off the seat. He actually allowed himself to be carried off of the train, completely boneless and trusting in Sephiroth's arms.
"This feels awesome," Cloud whispered. He'd been carried short distances, but never in public and never completely, weightlessly suspended like a giant toddler. It was the most comforting feeling in the world, and he almost wanted Sephiroth to carry him around the block a few times to make it last. "Thank you."
"You're so heavy like this."
"Whoops," Cloud mumbled, but didn't move.
Sephiroth murmured to him, "You're alright, baby. Just sleep."
Right on. But then Cloud's eyes shot open when he realized who he was, where he was, who he was being carried by, and where they were going. They were going to bed, but definitely not to sleep!
"I'm awake!" Cloud snorted, coming alive and dropping to the ground. He spun in circles on the sidewalk, he jumped, skipped and jogged to energize himself. "It's five in the morning but I'm totally awake!"
"We're awake, holy shit," Sephiroth chuckled, rather tired himself. He skipped a few beats alongside Cloud before he began to drag his feet again.
Cloud was breathless and happy when they entered Sephiroth's apartment, and the craving was there. Sephiroth obviously felt the same way, because he took Cloud's hand and led him to the bedroom, but could barely make it past the threshold without stopping for kisses. His mouth was deliciously soft, wet and open, and the shapes Cloud's lips made felt incredible against his.
Desire woke them both up, and Cloud felt a rush of energy as his lover's fingers pulled at the edge of his pants. Sephiroth's hands were everywhere as they were pushed down Cloud's thighs, and he quickly stumbled out of them. Sephiroth then yanked Cloud's shirt up to his collarbone, and he bowed his head to kiss across his bare chest.
Cloud never felt sexier than when Sephiroth was pawing at him. In his haste to get rid of barriers between their skin, Sephiroth seemed to have forgotten about his plan to cut a fuck hole in the ass of Cloud's costume. It was somewhat of a relief... Cloud didn't think he could handle any nonsense at that point. Games could be played tomorrow, for hours if Sephiroth wanted, but right then? All Cloud wanted was to be one with this man, as Harlequin Romance as that sounded.
But actually hearing those corny verses bounce around inside his head was part of being in love. The more pathetic and desperate it became, the better it felt when Sephiroth's lips touched his and took it away.
Cloud's fingers wormed into Sephiroth's shirt and began to peel the costume off of his body. The juxtaposed feeling of soft skin stretched over hard muscle was addicting, and Cloud's hands ran over as much of it as they could reach. Sephiroth leaned against Cloud, allowing them both to indulge in the feelings of touching and being touched.
Cloud tucked his fingers into Sephiroth's underwear, and ripped his lips away so he could watch. He pushed them down slowly, savoring every inch of skin that was exposed. He then smiled when Sephiroth's cock bounced slightly as it was freed.
"You act like you never saw that before," Sephiroth said, and bent slightly to finish rolling the pants down his legs.
Cloud didn't comment, but the visual evidence of the effect his kisses and his touch had over the General's body was still unbelievable, and he'd never get tired of it. Sephiroth finished removing his clothes and then straightened up, pulling Cloud in close for more of those delicious kisses.
All eight of Cloud's fingertips danced from Sephiroth's balls to the tip of his cock, and the General didn't make a sound. But his breath stopped altogether when Cloud squeezed, pulling at it with a slow twist of his palm. When Sephiroth remembered to breathe, it came as a low growl that seeped into Cloud's mouth.
The vibration sent a chill through Cloud's body, and he sucked his lips away to look up at Sephiroth. "I think I'd be happy if I could stand right here and kiss you forever."
Sephiroth yanked Cloud closer for more. Their fingers and palms moved over each other's bodies, soaking in sensation and information, mapping out and memorizing each other. Cloud began to sway slightly, his cock rubbing between Sephiroth's thighs. Cloud pulled away to kiss Sephiroth's chest at eye level, and then raked his teeth gentle over one nipple. He bent his knees a little and stretched his tongue out to let it dance over Sephiroth's rib tattoo.
Sephiroth's hands took Cloud's face, and lifted it up to kiss him hungrily. Cloud took slow steps backward, leading Sephiroth to bed with his lips until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He only stopped kissing to sit down and scoot backwards, making room for Sephiroth to crawl between his legs. He overtook Cloud and pressed open lips against his, feverish to resume making love to his mouth.
Their tongues mirrored the movements of their bodies, with Sephiroth pushing down and Cloud pushing back. It was only until Sephiroth's hands moved to finish pulling his shirt over his head that Cloud realized he was still wearing it. He opened his eyes and helped remove the last article of clothing, then hugged Sephiroth close. Their chests pressed together, and Cloud shivered at the feeling of Sephiroth's nipples, musculature, and groin pressed flat against his own.
"... Wanna fuck you," Sephiroth said between kisses, letting gravity weigh him down on top of Cloud's body. Their cocks bumped and slid against one another, seeming to be embracing after a brief time apart. Even Sephiroth's balls nuzzled against Cloud's, the one soft little spot on the hard terrain of his body.
"Do it," Cloud nearly moaned as his hands folded into Sephiroth's endless hair. When lying down it seemed to go on forever, and there was enough to drown in. He was loathe to talk, but felt like rushing the teasing preparation ritual. "I loosened up this morning in the shower."
"Awesome," He murmured, tilting his head into the caress of Cloud's fingers. He kissed him once before pulling away and digging around in his drawer. It put his belly button inches from Cloud's face, and he couldn't resist sticking his tongue into the little dip in the center of Sephiroth's stomach.
He jerked slightly at the ticklish touch, but huffed when there was no lube to be found in the drawer. He came back to kiss Cloud once before hanging off the side of the bed with his perfect ass in the air, digging around underneath while muttering to himself. Cloud giggled when Sephiroth came back, looking victorious with a tube of lubricant in his hand. "Why was it under your bed?"
"None of your business," Sephiroth announced, and with a sudden hastiness, he took one of Cloud's calves and moved it up to rest on his shoulder. He put some lubrication on his fingers and attempted to press his finger in. He was met with the usual amount of resistance. "... You're tight."
"I tried," Cloud shrugged, chuckling breathlessly as Sephiroth's middle finger pushed inside him. "I got three in this morning."
"That explains it. Three of your fingers is like one of mine," Sephiroth grinned, doing his deep imitation of a giggle as Cloud's foot knocked the side of his head. "... Pretty sexy... you fuckin' yourself in the shower."
Cloud's breath shuddered when Sephiroth pushed in a second finger. Cloud reached down to touch Sephiroth's hand, and felt that he was using his two middle fingers. They slowed a bit, and Sephiroth stared down as Cloud his own middle finger along with them.
"You're fuckin' nasty," Sephiroth said, licking his lips wolfishly as Cloud moved his smaller finger quickly against his own.
"You like it?"
"God yes," Sephiroth exhaled, his fingers nearly shaking as they slid against Cloud's.
Cloud clenched his teeth as Sephiroth hinted at inserted another finger. It glided in gingerly, until Cloud took a breath and relaxed enough to take it all. He slowly removed his own finger and reached for the lubricant. He opened the tube and spread a little on his palms, and curled one around his cock and the other around Sephiroth's. They let out a rush of air together, accompanied by the wet slide of Cloud's hands.
Sephiroth was painfully hard in his palm. Cloud squeezed, feeling the rush of blood beneath the skin, and pulled to bring Sephiroth closer. He slid his fingers out of Cloud's hole and let himself be guided to the tight, pink opening. Cloud eased the head inside, and let go to allow Sephiroth to do the rest of the work.
He rested his weight on his hands, his back arching as Cloud's fingers dug into him. "... Lemme in."
Cloud was trying. But even though he desperately wanted it, relaxing was hard when he was being barged into. Sephiroth's cock felt impossibly thick after a length of time without it, and controlling his inner muscles wasn't always easy when his mind was psyched up and eager. Cloud took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to force his lower body to go slack and let Sephiroth work his way in without too much resistance.
"That's better," Sephiroth said, dropping his head to kiss Cloud as his hips pushed forward slowly. He wanted to ensure that he didn't tear or hurt his lover; there was no bigger killjoy than finding blood on his sheets and wondering if Cloud had suffered without speaking up. It would always be that way, no matter what Cloud's age was or their level of sexual experience together. "... Doin' okay?"
"Yeah," Cloud nodded, his hands sliding up and down Sephiroth's sides in reassurance. "It feels good."
Sephiroth made a small noise of affirmation in his throat, and looked down between their bodies. He adjusted Cloud's hips a bit for easier access and stuffed a pillow beneath his lower back to keep him there comfortably. Cloud smiled up at him at the small gesture, and raised his legs higher to display more of himself.
"Oh, wow..." Sephiroth thought aloud, running his fingers over the muscles pushing up underneath Cloud's thighs, hips and lower stomach. Instead of seeing Cloud's pelvic bones from this angle, he was seeing a layer of sinewy muscle that definitely hadn't been there before. Even his ass was rounder and cuter, and created an adorable bubble-like curve with the help of a little extra flesh.
"What?" Cloud asked, trying to look but unable to see anything unusual. He knew there were small changes to his body, but a lot of small changes over time added up to a much more dramatic one.
Instead of trying to explain it, Sephiroth gave a firm smack to Cloud's upturned ass and was greeted with a very satisfying thwack. It even sounded better. "... Just checkin' out my hot boyfriend while I do him. You got a problem with that?"
"Nope," Cloud grinned, and used what little leverage he had to press himself closer to Sephiroth. After a few more slow moments of adjusting, Cloud fell into the groove of balancing relaxation and sensation, which opened the doorway to pleasure. He let out a quick breath as Sephiroth moved over him, his cock pulling and pushing against slick, delicate skin inside of him.
The friction was nice, only because it extended both the sensations of pain and pleasure and overlapped them. It was a familiar feeling, and one that always heralded even better feelings. Some of that friction was eased as their lubrication was able to spread deeper inside. It led to a lovely chain of events; Sephiroth was granted a much smoother range of motion, and the pain of the act minimized to almost nothing.
A small bit of discomfort was made well worth it by the heady feeling of being completely full, and also by the electrifying feeling of Sephiroth's cock kissing his prostate. Cloud tensed unconsciously whenever it was touched, tightening that small fraction to alert Sephiroth that he was going in the right direction. Cloud began to pop his hips up as much as he could in his position to meet Sephiroth, his shy moaning increasing in intensity as he began to shed any remaining inhibitions.
There wasn't really room for shyness, afterall. They were in love, and in the midst of this physical expression of that feeling they could do no wrong to each other. Cloud lifted his hands to Sephiroth's hair, which moved against his legs like a curtain of tinsel. He twirled his fist through it several times, tightening and pulling until Sephiroth was forced to bend down and kiss him. They smiled against each other's lips until Cloud loosened his hold, and instead buried his fingers in Sephiroth's scalp.
A little distraction with his lips, and Sephiroth was finally able to push himself into Cloud entirely. He nudged his hips against Cloud's ass, loving the sensation of being completely buried inside. He kept himself still for that moment to savor it, when Cloud's body suddenly tightened around him to the very razor's edge of pain.
"Shit!" Sephiroth gasped. Every single inch of his cock was being gripped, and he hissed through his teeth as he tried to pull back but literally couldn't. He could see Cloud's stomach trembling from the force of it, and marveled at how strong his Cadet was becoming.
"I can feel it... like, throbbing," Cloud said, biting his lips through a smile as he rocked his hips, gently nursing Sephiroth's cock inside him while maintaining that supernatural tightness. "... You like it like this?"
Like was an understatement. With the combination of Cloud's ass squeezing his cock and his coy dirty talk, Sephiroth was suddenly afraid that he would shoot off at any moment. "Ease up."
It came out harsher than he meant to, but Cloud's smile widened in understanding. Sephiroth hissed through his teeth as Cloud relaxed enough to allow him to move. As he began to pound against Cloud's body, Sephiroth groaned in a mixture of frustration, passion and complete wonder. Sex kept getting better but Sephiroth didn't understand how. Each time held a new revelation, and at the same time all the old revelations were still as amazing as they were the first time they presented themselves.
"Love you," Sephiroth blurted, his forehead dropping against Cloud's shoulder.
"Love you, too," Cloud gave a breathy moan and reached down with both hands to caress Sephiroth's hips as they moved between his legs. He slid his hands up over Sephiroth's arms and around to his back, feeling the tension already beginning to coil in his lover. Cloud's fingertips flitted up Sephiroth's neck, and up into his hair gripping again as he tried to lift his hips but couldn't quite manage it. "... Seph... let me do some work."
Sephiroth lifted his head to smile at Cloud. "You want up?"
"Yeah," Cloud groaned, his voice dipping down into the dark, sultry tones that only came out in bed. "Get on your back. Feet on the floor."
Sephiroth couldn't resist thrusting his hips a few more times, but then slowed down to gently pull out and obey Cloud's wishes. He batted the pillow that had been supporting Cloud out of the way and rolled onto his back, stretching his legs out over the edge of the bed. Cloud slowly dragged his body over Sephiroth's, making the General tense underneath him.
He sucked Sephiroth's lower lip, catching it between his teeth as he unhurriedly mounted up. Cloud only released it as he sat up on the balls of his feet, rising up high to line up his lover's cock and press it inside. As he inched his way down he seemed to melt a little, easing himself onto his knees and taking it all in until his ass cheeks rested against the tops of Sephiroth's thighs.
"You feel..." Cloud spoke softly through closed eyes. He rested there for a moment, his fingers digging into Sephiroth's chest.
Cloud forgot to finish his sentence, and arched down to kiss Sephiroth instead. He began to move his body, rolling his hips slowly with Sephiroth's cock buried deep inside. He created the friction with tiny movements and practiced muscle control; as he moved he hugged Sephiroth tight with his ass before relaxing. It took a little concentration at first, but then he fell into a rhythm and it became as natural as breathing.
Sephiroth's tongue was languid against Cloud's, and he was barely kissing in favor of lying there like a lost soul entranced by an evil incubus. Cloud let the kiss dissolve before he pushed himself up and sat tall over Sephiroth's hips. He watched the General's eyes move over his body, unable to look away from the smooth roll of his hips. Cloud might have been clumsy, and he might not have been able to dance well... but he knew how to move on top of Sephiroth's cock better than any stripper that ever lived. He liked keeping that secret between them.
He put a little more intensity and intent behind his movements, well aware of his power and sexuality in this position and reveling in it. "... I love making you my bitch."
Sephiroth's eyes flew open at that, and were burning such a fierce green that Cloud was afraid he'd actually offended the man. They continued to burn as Sephiroth's mouth curled into a crooked smile. "Your bitch?"
Cloud smiled back, shrinking in on himself a bit in shyness of what he'd said. "Yeah. You're my bitch. Nobody else's."
"You're right," Sephiroth admitted as he snapped his hips up between Cloud's thighs, effectively ruining his rhythm and causing him to release a squeak of surprise.
Cloud narrowed his eyes and forced his weight down on Sephiroth's body as he rode him harder, and for a brief moment he believed that he had really overpowered the General. He snarled, pressing down on Sephiroth's chest to assert his authority, but was helpless when those strong hips began bucking steadily beneath his. Sephiroth used the leverage of his feet on the floor to bounce Cloud, establishing a new and harder rhythm that left him breathless.
He moaned for Sephiroth, dropping his guards and riding the waves instead of fighting them. It felt too fucking good to fight it, and with the way Sephiroth's stomach muscles worked as he thrust up into him, Cloud wouldn't want him to stop. He dragged his fingers down Sephiroth's chiseled anatomy, and imagined himself in the midst of an endless orgasm, load after load spurting out of his cock and hosing down that hard body beneath him. Maybe Sephiroth would rub it into his chest, wanting to be completely covered in a thin, sticky layer of Cloud's love...
Cloud's thighs tensed, but he didn't touch himself. Not yet. He let his cock strain between his legs, wanting to wait until Sephiroth was clenching his teeth and bursting inside him. This had been the perfect anniversary and he wanted everything to go right, especially this moment. He saw Sephiroth's hands reach for his cock but took them and moved them to his chest, instead. "Seph... You're not done with me, yet."
"No I'm not," Sephiroth licked his lips and took his time feeling every moist inch of Cloud's torso, appreciating every painful day he'd spent training to shape his body this way. He then took Cloud's narrow waist in his hands and followed the fluid wiggle of his hips. A steady, wet sound filled the room to accompany their gasping breaths, a melodious mix of Sephiroth's slick cock pushing up into that tight hole, and Cloud's balls slapping against Sephiroth's lower stomach.
Cloud leaned back slightly to rest his hands on Sephiroth's knees, seeking more leverage to give Sephiroth the best sensation that he could. He looked down the line of his own body, amazed at his own stomach muscles as they tensed and relaxed with every breath he took. He saw Sephiroth looking at him, his hungry eyes sweeping back and forth over his body with a look of pure, carnal admiration. Cloud arched back a little, flexing slightly and giving Sephiroth even more to look at.
"You are fuckin' hot," Sephiroth finally commented, unable to resist coasting his hands over Cloud's stomach and chest.
Cloud arched even more into the touch, and accidentally found a new position. He nearly shouted as Sephiroth's cock rammed straight into his prostate. It wasn't a caress or a kiss, the head was jabbing straight into it. Cloud tried to move away from the oppressive pleasure - but Sephiroth's hands tightened on his waist to hold him steady.
"Stay right there," Sephiroth spoke between gritted teeth, using his feet to bounce against Cloud. "Don't you fuckin' move."
"Seph!" Cloud cried, digging his fingers into his lover's knees as he was forced to endure the incredibly unwelcome stimulation. It was fucking up his entire plan, but his hips began to grind down against Sephiroth's cock, trying to get even more of that terrible, heightened pleasure. His entire face, neck and chest had broken out in a volcanic flush of heat, his thighs were shaking and he completely lost control of his voice. "Fuck me Seph, oh fuck, please, fuck me...!"
Sephiroth watched entranced, unsure of what was going to happen but not willing to let Cloud squirm out of the position. He kept his beat steady and didn't change a note, but could feel his own body begin to tighten towards release. He didn't focus on it, instead concentrated on keeping that brilliant flush on Cloud's gorgeous face.
With a guttural cry, Cloud's hands left Sephiroth's knees as he reached for his own cock, but some sort of instinct made Sephiroth grab both his wrists.
Cloud cried out again and attempted to pull away, but instead laced between Sephiroth's fingers and tightened so hard that their knuckles cracked. "Seph! I'm... coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming! Don't stop! Seph! Seph!"
Sephiroth's name was stretched into a guttural scream, and he watched in complete wonder as Cloud's cock pulsed, releasing milky fluid while bouncing in time his hips. The load was incredibly thick, and shot out in an arch that landed high on Sephiroth's chest. The next spurt reached his ribs, and the rest dribbled out to pool between their bodies like milk.
All this happened while their hands were trapped together.
"Oh my God..." Cloud moaned, crumpling like a paper doll on top of Sephiroth.
It was all way too much. The natural sexiness of his boyfriend, the position, the sight of his long cock bouncing and letting out his load like a geyser... and now this trembling mess of a hyper sensitized adorableness? Sephiroth's fingers gripped into Cloud's ass and gave it a firm slap, making him tense over him with a helpless cry.
"I'm there... you want it?" He growled up and Cloud, digging his fingers in hard as he ran his hands over Cloud's slim thighs. "Tell me you fucking want it."
"Please... Do it for me, please..." He moaned on top of Sephiroth, trembling wildly as he held onto him for dear life. "Seph... I wanna feel it..."
Cloud nearly sobbed when he felt the first wave of Sephiroth's burning hot semen jet inside of him, his cock still stabbing into his most sensitive point. Between the unbelievable experience he'd just had and the wonderful feeling of Sephiroth letting out inside him... it was all so good that it could only be classified as torture. Cloud felt lightheaded, and murmured encouragement as his lover's world shook underneath him.
With a series of heavy groans Sephiroth continued to push up inside, rocking out his entire climax until he felt his own come drip down his cock. He inevitably began to soften, and finally pushed Cloud's hips up until his cock slipped out, and let Cloud fall back down in an exhausted heap of lean, quivering limbs.
Cloud's breath was labored and coming out in warm bursts against his neck. He didn't want to lift his head, speak or try to move out of complete and utter emotional trauma. His brain was wiped blank, and when thoughts finally began to form again, he replayed what had just happened to get him to this point.
He relived his own lasciviousness as he used Sephiroth's cock and came without even being touched. But only before begging to feel Sephiroth come in his ass like some random prostitute. Cloud's vision wavered as his entire body broke out into a blush so fierce he practically had hives.
He'd had an... for lack of a better term, an anal orgasm many times before. But it was always very mild, internal and secret... Sephiroth never knew. But this time the anal orgasm was completely different, so intense that it hurt, and totally against his will. And so utterly pleasurable he didn't even know how to fathom what his body had experienced, it was impossible to categorize it as either pleasure or pain.
So not only did Cloud have to fight with himself to last more than a minute while having sex with the most gorgeous man alive, now he had to worry about holding in his load when he wasn't even touching himself? Cloud didn't know whether he was more shocked, embarrassed, angry or disappointed... he hoped Sephiroth would let it go.
After a few minutes of recovery, they both caught their breath. The sunrise was orange on the horizon, and Sephiroth's fingers then wiggled their way into Cloud's hair to gently rustle it. "... Wow."
Cloud swallowed. "... Hm."
"That was... weird."
"Uh huh."
Sephiroth sensed his reluctance to speak, and figured the kid was tired and probably headed towards sleep. So he calmly smoothed out his damp spikes. "It didn't hurt, did it?"
"... Uh. Not exactly," Cloud tensed, squeezing his eyes closed when he realized that no, Sephiroth and his big mouth were not going to just let this go.
"'Kay," Sephiroth said, trying not to press the subject but unable to contain his amazement. It wasn't everyday that Cloud shot a load like that! It was the ultimate compliment to his cock, and Sephiroth found himself grinning down at it like a prize racing chocobo. "Did you know you could do that?"
"I have to use the toilet," Cloud said bluntly as he disengaged from Sephiroth and stepped off the bed without looking at him.
His satisfied smile dipped into a concerned frown as he watched Cloud close the door behind him. He laid there for a moment, pondering what had happened and if he'd done something wrong. Perhaps that did hurt Cloud, after all? Sephiroth rolled to his feet and approached the door, knocking softly. "... Baby?"
"I'm going number two," Cloud answered.
"I don't care. I need to rinse off," Sephiroth replied. "Can I come in?"
"I guess."
He opened the door and found Cloud on the toilet, looking completely miserable as he stared between his knees.
Sephiroth paused at the doorway. "What'd I do now?"
Cloud looked up. "Huh?"
"What did I do wrong?" Sephiroth asked clearly.
"It's not about you, Seph..." Cloud looked back down as though his own fingers were suddenly fascinating. "You're wonderful."
"Why are you like this?"
Cloud shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just so sick of myself... We can set up the most amazing sex, and I ruin it almost every single time. You weren't even actually touching me and I lost it... Tonight was so perfect, and we've been looking forward to this for so long, and now you're probably disappointed - "
With a booming sigh, Sephiroth literally fell to his knees. Cloud's eyes widened as Sephiroth walked towards him on his knees, his expression that of man during a holy vision of God. When he arrived on the tiles in front of Cloud, he assured him : "You... did not... ruin... anything."
Cloud laughed shyly as Sephiroth kissed him from his knees to his thighs and straight up to his mouth. "Cloud, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."
"But I - "
Cloud laughed harder as Sephiroth interrupted him and began to rave emphatically and plant rough kisses on his face. "You have never. Nor will you ever. Ruin sex. You are hot. You are perfect. You are awesome. You are amazing. I love sex with you. I love when you come. I wanna do it again - "
"Okay! Okay!" Cloud cried, allowing one more kiss before pushing Sephiroth away. "Stop bothering me, I'm not done bathrooming!"
Sephiroth laughed thoroughly at the word 'bathrooming', then picked himself back up and gave Cloud some space. "But you gotta know that I loved it. Okay?"
"Fine! Now shut up a minute," Cloud smiled, crossing his arms over his lap and concentrating on quietly ejecting waste from his body - which was much easier now that he knew Sephiroth wasn't disappointed in him. And honestly, post anal sex dumps were the most enjoyable dumps ever. It was sort of disgusting to admit, but it was the truth; he was relaxed, he was loose, and it was nice and slippery and easy. He was glad their relationship had finally elevated to the level in which he could use the toilet in front of Sephiroth without feeling too awkward.
Plus when he cleaned up with baby wipes, it left him nice and fresh for morning activities. One night of their summer break, Cloud had been lazy and had fallen asleep right after sex. The next morning, a frisky Sephiroth had flicked his tongue into the ring of Cloud's ass and was greeted with a mini waterfall of his own semen. Even though Sephiroth had made a very memorable face, it was totally disgusting and Cloud vowed to clean up every single time so it never happened again.
He had grown to love getting rimmed, and he never wanted Sephiroth to have to think twice about doing it... But that expression on Sephiroth's face was worth it once, though. Cloud snickered to himself.
Sephiroth paused. "What?"
"Nothing," Cloud grinned. And feeling open and honest, he sat up a little bit. "... Seph. Can I tell you a secret?"
"Tell me all of 'em," Sephiroth invited, gently scrubbing the mostly dried come off of his torso.
"You know I do my best to last for you in bed. But it's hard because... when you make love to me, I have these orgasms... on the inside."
"Duh."
"You knew?" Cloud balked.
"I get 'em too when you fuck me. It's normal."
"It is?" Cloud blinked. "But you don't act like it! You're so quiet and still when you bottom!"
"They're not crazy intense or anything. Just a nice little bump now and then," Sephiroth replied thoughtfully as he rinsed off. "Besides, if I made too much noise you'd probably bust your nut even sooner."
"Good point," Cloud grumbled, blushing all over again as he began to thoroughly clean himself with his supply of moist wipes.
Sephiroth finished drying his chest with a hand towel, "Will you tell me somethin' else?"
"What?" Cloud prompted.
"What'd it feel like just now?"
"Really, really good... and really, really horrible. You made me come so hard I think some of my soul came out," Cloud finally flushed the toilet, and then approached Sephiroth with a hug. Sephiroth leaned down into the embrace, planting several kisses along Cloud's shoulders. "Lemme wash my hands real quick."
Sephiroth moved out of the way and stood behind Cloud, resting his chin on top of his head. "Now that we know you can come with no hands... wanna try it again?"
"Someday," Cloud shrugged.
Sephiroth's hands cupped Cloud's waist, and he swayed suggestively. "... Why not now? It'd be kinda fun to hook you up with some restraints from that straight jacket of yours - "
"No!" Cloud's head snapped up and he gave Sephiroth a panicked look in the mirror. "I'd probably die. I'll be the one to decide when and if I want to do that again."
"If I decide to give you that choice, that is..." Sephiroth prodded with a smug grin. "I don't need to have you tied up to make you come, Cloud."
"Don't you dare," Cloud scowled prettily, his big eyes narrowing and button nose scrunching. It was like the cutest little kitten that ever lived attempting to look like a big, scary panther.
Sephiroth chuckled wickedly, smugly laying kisses against Cloud's ear. "... Or what?"
It was rowdy instinct on Cloud's part. He utterly forgot himself, and instead felt as though he was responding to Cameron's teasing, an insult from a classmate, or even a mocking embrace from a sparring partner. But as Sephiroth chuckled in his ear, challenging him... Cloud's elbow shot back and jabbed into Sephiroth's diaphragm, knocking most of the wind out of him.
There was an enormous silence that followed. They stared at each other in the mirror, Sephiroth breathing deeply from the shocking blow, and Cloud gasping on small sips of air, completely horrified at what he'd done to his lover and his General.
Sephiroth leaned forward, resting on his palms and trapping Cloud against the sink. His face remained a deadly, serious mask. "... If you connected a little bit higher, that might have hurt."
Cloud held his lover's stare, "... You can't make me come again if I don't want to."
"I think you're a nasty little bitch, and you'll be beggin' me for it," Sephiroth answered quickly, overlapping words with suggestive logic like a true politician.
"If I'm a nasty little bitch, you're a nasty big bitch!" Cloud growled, a sly smile hinting on his lips despite his attempts to keep it at bay. His poker face failed, but his point got across as his bare ass pressed against Sephiroth. He easily ducked underneath his arm and sauntered back to bed, spending a little more time than was absolutely necessary on his hands and knees, his back arched deeply as he slowly made his way beneath the covers.
"... It's on," Sephiroth finally murmured. He took a moment to fix his slightly smudged eye makeup before turning off the light and following his lover to bed. He didn't know what was going to happen when he got there, but was eager to find out.
It was probably time to start keeping mouth guards in the lube drawer.
A/N
1 - In case youre wondering, April is about 33 years old. If you think that's icky and gross and ancient, you're too damn young to be reading this story.
2 - This is probably the last of the fluff for a while. Shit's about to git REAL up in this mutha.
3 - And as always, thanks for your reviews and lovely feedback! I do have art and stuff for you guys, but sadly my laptop might have really bit the dust this time. I've gotta make some time to go up to the college labs to be able to work on it :( sad. So just stay tuned to my deviant art page and I'll put up some chapter images asap. I also made a short little 12 page doujinshi for you, but since it's all on my shitted out laptop I'll just tell you : it's BA!Cloud fucking Sephiroth like a big fat slut in his office. Ukeroth for everybody! Nothing is better than Seph taking cock from Cloud. Nothing. That's science.
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