Boy Toy Series
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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740
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
740
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything from FFVII and make no money on this fiction.
Why?
Title: Boy Toy Series~Why?
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Rufus/Cloud
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Rufus is often asked why.
Rufus had been asked multiple times why he had a..."kept boy" as it were. He could never really explain it. Cloud was just...Cloud. He was pretty, yes, but there were uncountable numbers of pretty boys and girls out there that would do anything to get to his money.
...not that Cloud didn't do whatever he asked.
It was just nice to walk into his penthouse after work and have Cloud there, ready to do whatever Rufus wanted. Go out? Fine. Stay in with a movie? Great. Wild sex in the Jacuzzi? Ok.
The little blond was very much a toy, a beautiful little doll that Rufus could model into what he wanted. He supposed that some would call them boyfriends, but neither of them would classify themselves as such. Cloud liked money. Rufus liked pretty young boys. It was really pretty simple.
Cloud seemed to enjoy being pampered, and Rufus couldn't help himself. He loved spoiling the blond, giving him gifts, taking him out, and whatever else that sultry little smile asked for. It made him feel powerful in a very different way than running the largest company on the planet did. Basically, he felt like he owned Cloud. Like Cloud was a pet that depended on him for everything. Like without him, the pretty boy would be back on the streets getting ten gil a blow in dark alleys.
Cloud didn't seem to mind being treated as such. He seemed to revel in it, actually. So eager to please, and so eager to take advantage of anything Rufus threw his way. The blond enjoyed being the center of attention, whether that attention be good or bad. Every time he made front page news (be it tabloid or creditable newspaper) Cloud would be smiling for days, plotting his next escapade.
The high society of Midgar (or any other city or country for that matter) did not approve of the foul mouthed floozy tarnishing their over-done parties. Despite that, Rufus took Cloud everywhere. He had dressed his little doll in the latest fashions, had bought him hundred gil haircuts, and had him on the floor, in the seats, and in the bathroom of his private jet to social functions all over the world.
It was moments like this, with Cloud on his knees underneath his desk working that smart little mouth for all it was worth, that reminded him why he kept the high-maintenance little toy around.
He’d do anything, so long as he belonged to Rufus Shinra.
END
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Rufus/Cloud
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Rufus is often asked why.
Rufus had been asked multiple times why he had a..."kept boy" as it were. He could never really explain it. Cloud was just...Cloud. He was pretty, yes, but there were uncountable numbers of pretty boys and girls out there that would do anything to get to his money.
...not that Cloud didn't do whatever he asked.
It was just nice to walk into his penthouse after work and have Cloud there, ready to do whatever Rufus wanted. Go out? Fine. Stay in with a movie? Great. Wild sex in the Jacuzzi? Ok.
The little blond was very much a toy, a beautiful little doll that Rufus could model into what he wanted. He supposed that some would call them boyfriends, but neither of them would classify themselves as such. Cloud liked money. Rufus liked pretty young boys. It was really pretty simple.
Cloud seemed to enjoy being pampered, and Rufus couldn't help himself. He loved spoiling the blond, giving him gifts, taking him out, and whatever else that sultry little smile asked for. It made him feel powerful in a very different way than running the largest company on the planet did. Basically, he felt like he owned Cloud. Like Cloud was a pet that depended on him for everything. Like without him, the pretty boy would be back on the streets getting ten gil a blow in dark alleys.
Cloud didn't seem to mind being treated as such. He seemed to revel in it, actually. So eager to please, and so eager to take advantage of anything Rufus threw his way. The blond enjoyed being the center of attention, whether that attention be good or bad. Every time he made front page news (be it tabloid or creditable newspaper) Cloud would be smiling for days, plotting his next escapade.
The high society of Midgar (or any other city or country for that matter) did not approve of the foul mouthed floozy tarnishing their over-done parties. Despite that, Rufus took Cloud everywhere. He had dressed his little doll in the latest fashions, had bought him hundred gil haircuts, and had him on the floor, in the seats, and in the bathroom of his private jet to social functions all over the world.
It was moments like this, with Cloud on his knees underneath his desk working that smart little mouth for all it was worth, that reminded him why he kept the high-maintenance little toy around.
He’d do anything, so long as he belonged to Rufus Shinra.
END