Be my Master

Chapter Three
Twilight Shower

Here's a Cloud/Sephiroth chapter, leading up to a lemon in number four! Can't wait, can't wait...Oh, by the way, the characters and places herein are not mine, but Luther from the previous chapter is. However, if you want to kill the little bastard, feel free. I can insert another guard in his place and make it just as fun XD

So let's get to it before my fingers curl up and fall off. Seriously, they are tired! But it's worth carpal tunnel to put these three through the sexual wringer, hehehe...

VVL 69

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Tiny feet pedaled through the air, propelling a short, toweled figure through the shower room.

"Full...full...full...Dammit, aren't there any stalls that are empty?"

A bar of soap was thrown out of one stall, catching Cloud off balance. As he dashed past, his foot caught the slippery object and veered forward, sending him flying down the hall screaming. "Holy shiiit---" was all he had time to gasp before slamming into a broad chest, liberally sprinkled with black curly hair.

"Hey, there...watch where you're going, huh?" The SOLDIER said good-naturedly and lifted Cloud off his feet. "You might get hurt."

"Zax! I'm glad to see you--Ooh, my feet," Cloud whined. They tingled from both the roughness of the tile and the slippery escalation they'd been on. "Are any of the showers empty?" he inquired of the taller man, blushing a little as he realized he'd left his towel behind somewhere in the fracas.

"Yeah, I'm just heading back." Zax chuckled at the combined sight of Cloud's shivering, youthful body and the blush now dusting the boy's nose. "Here, take this," he said, handing Cloud the towel he'd been using on his hair. "And don't worry about it," - this was in reference to the fact of his friend's nudity - "it happens all the time. Plus, we're all men here."

"Not me," Cloud mumbled behied ced cheeks as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "I'm a boy." He raked his fingers over his bare chest and sighed.

"Hey, don't worry...you'll get there before long," Zax assured, picking Cloud up in one arm and walking down the hall. "C'mon, I'll show you where it is...no one would dare take my shower when I'm gone."

"Really?" Cloud was intrigued.

"Oh, yeah," Zax said laughingly. "Besides, the settings are a bitch to work with over there. It's either too hot or too cold...usually too hot, luckily. I don't know about you, but in my opinion cold balls are worse than red shoulders." He stopped in front of a cream-bordered tile floor and nodded to Cloud as he set him down. "Go on, kid."

"B-but...These are the officers' showers!"

"Yeah, I know...apart from the occasional sight of the General washing his ass, though, you should be fine."

Cloud giggled at the statement. "Zax, you're mean!"

"Yeah," the SOLDIER agreed, "but it's all in good fun. We were kids together."

"Then why did you end up a SOLDIER, and he a General?" Cloud inquired.

"Hey," Zax protested, "I'm SOLDIER first class! Nobody else in here is that high..." He halfheartedly pouted and handed Cloud his keys. "Don't worry, it locks. No one will bother you, and if they do, just tell them I permitted you to us. No. Now run along," - he gave Cloud's bottom a gentle swat - "after all, you have to clean those ears timetime..."

"Zax!" Cloud whined, sticking his tongue out at the taller man.

"No buts. Now get in there, or I'm coming in there with you." Zax stuck his tongue back at the boy with a smile and turned to walk off.

"H-hey, Zax, what do I do with your keys when I'm done?"

"Come over to the barracks and drop them off. I'm in subsection B, dorm 122. Bye, kid," he waved and walked down the hall, picking up the bar of soap Cloud had tripped on and throwing it into a random shower stall.

"Wow..." Cloud sighed. "And I thought General Sephiroth was beautiful." He opened the door and crept in, thinking about both men as he turned on the faucet and closed the door.

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"Hey, Sephiroth!" Zax called out, clad in his signature uniform and heading back to the barracks for a game of poker. He noticed the General bristle at the informality and grinned.

"Hello, Zachary," the silver-haired man responded. "I see you've showered tonight...I appreciate the gesture. It displeases me greatly when SOLDIERs go days at a time without bathing," he sniffed.

"Uh-huh. Man, that water is scalding...watch it or you'll burn yourself good." He extended his reddened arms for emphasis. "So what happened last night? I hear you got really mad at someone..."

"Indeed. An insolent young cadet named Cloud Strife had the gall to provoke me, then defiled my beautiful Masamune with his dirty mouth. And I had just polished it," Sephiroth snarled indignantly.

"Ouch. Hope you didn't poke him for it..." Zax chose not to mention that the 'insolent young cadet' was in the bathing area, currently washing the dirt off his body. "So where're you headed?"

"To remove the day's pollution from my person. I do not sleep when I am covered in the soil of the Planet."

"Yeah, dirt's a bitch," Zax agreed. "Have a good one, Seph."

"Hmm...indeed." Sephiroth opened the door and passed through it, the tails of his leather trenchcoat trailing behind him.

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Small hands worked furiously through blond hair, lathering it to a smooth, curly froth. "Ahhh...I don't know what Zax was talking about," Cloud sighed indulgently. "This water's not too hot at all." He trilled happily and leaned forward in the stall, reaching for the soap Zax had generously left in the corner for him, when he heard a voice...

"Ugh, what a malodorous day. I shall kill that Zachary when I am done with my shower...'Have a good one, Seph'." The voice hissed the last word, clearly displeased with its informal nature. "Humph. As if I should hear such talk from my subordinates..."

Cloud gasped. Sephiroth! Zax hadn't been joking when he said the General used these showers. Oh, how he wished he had...

"And that boy. How does he consider himself worthy enough to touch me? Never mind that the fruition of that plot would satisfy him greatly," the silver-haired man's voice added as it moved slightly closer to Cloud. The blond sucked in a breath as he heard the door next to him open, then close and lock.

Sephiroth was right next to him...

'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...what do I do now?' Cloud's heart raced as he listened to Sephiroth's discussion with himself, shivering now despite the heat of the water. 'He's going to find me...'

"Hm...it appears someone is using Zachary's shower. Who are you?" the General inquired in a cool tone, tapping his fingers on the glass wall.

"Uhhhh--no one, sir, just one of Zax' friends..." Cloud squeaked, hoping that Sephiroth wouldn't recognize his voice...

"Ah. Well, when you see him next, remind him that these are the officers' showers, won't you?"

"Yes, sir," Cloud said lamely and turned his attention back to washing his hair. He could clearly see the General, showering himself with a detached indifference that bespoke irritation...luckily, though, Zax had once revealed that his stall was they ony one so equipped, due to an accident by the glaziers. As a result no one else cared to use his shower, not desiring to see their comrades' nude bodies in any sort of action; it was common knowledge that most of them acted out quiet fantasies in the stalls. The glass was rippled slightly, and coated with a synthetic tint that provided opacity.

However, the ripple and tint were both on Sephiroth's side. To Cloud it was like looking through a car window in the rain...but the sight on the other side was far more interesting than a gray sky.

It was heavenly.

As Cloud watched shamefully, the silver-haired General lifted a thick luffa sponge and poured liquid onto it, fisting the sponge tightly until rich white lather frothed upward over its surface. He then raised it to his shoulder and massaged the flesh in smooth, circling strokes.

'Mmmm...he looks so good...' Cloud felt his penis stiffen and wondered if he should return to his own cleaning...

Cleaning...? That made him think of being held against that hard body, Sephiroth stroking him with that sponge. Oh god, it was too much to bear...

Taking a deep, quiet breath, Cloud reached down and fisted his shaking erection. 'Oh, General Sephiroth...' His idol's hands had moved down to scrub the sponge across his chest, the heavily-lashed eyelids closed in pleasure.

"Ahhhhhmm..." Was that him or Sephiroth? Hearing a second sigh, Cloud assumed it had been the General. The soft noise had enflamed the boy, his cheeks turning a rising red at the half-moan. Sephiroth's body would doubtlessly be steaming hot from the water by now...

His fingers curled gently around himself, stroking the velvet flesh as he moved his hand upward, then back down. What would it be like to sleep with the General? he wondered. A jolt of pleasure rocked him as he saw that the object of his affection was sliding the sponge down his abdomen, his worshipful strokes causing his own manhood to rise. 'Ohmygodhe's so big!'

The silver-haired General groaned, arousing poor Cloud even more.

'Oh god I can't take it...' The blond panted breathlessly as he watched Sephiroth's hands massaging his sleek body, the long ivory fingers now reaching down to stroke his erection. 'Uhnh, yes, he's so good...' He could see himself beginning to drip, and couldn't help but imagine Sephiroth leaning down to taste him...

And his reverie was interrupted by five words, whispered in a dangerously cool tone---

"I see you...Cloud Strife."