Lustful Love | By : UchihaAya Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Well,
I hope ul ike it... hmmm... after this one I couldn't write anything else xD (for
a while) I wrote it for someone who after reading it said he'd dress up as Cloud
if I was Sephy xD Oh my... anyway... Again, hope u like it and at least I can
get a couple reviews T_T
Lustful Love
It was all
about lust.
His short,
messy hair was covering his exhausted face. A cold hand grabbed a strip of that
golden silk; the same icy hand that had touched his whole body. A wet tongue
licked his burning cheeks; the same tongue that had savored every single inch of
his skin. He felt the caress of his lover’s hair, and without opening his blue
eyes, his hands caressed the body that had driven him insane last night.
There they
were: master and pupil, murderer and avenger, hated and beloved, one-winged
angel and the great warrior. Sephiroth and Cloud.
Pleasure.
The silver-haired man had Cloud at his mercy. Again, after a lustful night, he
was touching and licking the blonde’s well-built body violently, but Cloud would
say nothing. Nothing but pleasant moans would come out of his sinful mouth.
Sephiroth’s fiery tongue was playing with Cloud’s surrendered neck, the blond
arching his beautiful body with pleasure.
The master
stopped his playful tongue and drove his hand down to Cloud’s unexpectedly
considerable member. The blond didn’t open his eyes, but a pleasant and
excited expression was drawn on his face. He could feel his old master’s insane
eyes devouring him, and it made him even more eager. He ran his fingers through
Sephiroth’s silvered hair with a violence that surprised the man, and his tongue
seemed to be looking for a treasure inside the man’s skilled mouth.
It surprised
Sephiroth. He had never expected Cloud to be submissive, but there he was, even
asking him for more in his own way. He had no control over the boy anymore.
Cloud was no puppet now. He was there because he wanted to be. But why? Before
he managed make Cloud surrender, the boy had shouted at him under the rain.
“You’re
utterly alone.” “You have nowhere to go.” “Everybody hates you.”
“I want you dead.” “Where are you going? There’s no one waiting for
you.” “Alone.”
Those words
started echoing in his head all of a sudden, and Sephiroth broke the kiss. Cloud
opened his eyes and looked at him, puzzled. Sephiroth couldn’t stand his
confused look and left the room, leaving Cloud all alone in his bewilderment.
Cloud.
Sephiroth covered his naked and svelte body with a sheet. He sat on the stairs,
thinking about nothing at all and everything at the same time. His mind was full
of thoughts of Cloud: his sturdy and gifted body, his trained tongue, his
erected and tasty member… He wanted sex. Sephiroth wanted sex. With him.
No one could take Cloud’s place now that he had tried the boy. He thought of all
the lovers he had had, and surprised himself by comparing them all to Cloud. He
tried to tear those thoughts away, but Cloud’s naked body and beautiful eyes and
sexy lips refused to leave his mind. The things he said with the same mouth that
made him feel what no one could; the hateful eyes that rejected his while both
of them peaked…
Breathing.
Sephiroth’s body quivered. He could hear Cloud’s breathing, and his body wasn’t
the only thing that reacted to it. Something had awakened. Something had started
beating. He didn’t enter the room, and Cloud didn’t leave. He didn’t even seem
to care about Sephiroth’s strange behavior. It wasn’t like he would care after
all they were through. And that was what was driving Sephiroth insane.
Insane.
He was completely mad. That’s what Cloud had said million times before that
night. And that night too. Surprisingly the boy hadn’t mentioned anything about
their past. He was pretty conscious of what had happened, but didn’t say a word
about that. All Cloud had done was remind Sephiroth about his solitude, his
loneliness. And it hurt him.
Hurt.
No one had ever hurt him before. Sephiroth did not know what pain was like. He
had never felt it. He had made people shrivel inside from the pain; he had
tasted his lovers’ blood. His victims’ blood. They tasted insignificant compared
to Cloud’s flesh. He had had sex with lots of people, plenty of prey, and he had
always felt the urge of rip, shred, curse, and tear them away as soon as they
had played their part. He had always been the ruler. His lovers, his puppets. He
didn’t care about them. They meant nothing to him. They suffered, and he had
fun.
Comparing them
to Cloud…
the boy was in bed, his eyes probably fixed on the ceiling, breathing calmly.
“And to
think that I respected you…” Sephiroth’s mind chanted. He had said that too.
Cloud. The rain didn’t stop falling, and Cloud’s hair and black clothes were
soaked. Sephiroth remembered that: the scene had made him feel something. It
wasn’t important what he felt, he had just felt. Cloud had made him
feel. He remembered the blonde’s sexy wet lips, his wet clothes getting
tighter, his delicious muscles beneath those clothes…
“I
respected you.” “Everybody idolized you.” “Kids wanted to be like
you.” “I wanted to meet you.” “You were my idol.” “I wanted to be
like you.”
Sephiroth was
also soaked. Drops of water ran across his cheeks as if the rain felt sorry for
him. He didn’t say a word, but stared back at Cloud. The boy seemed to be the
only one who could look him in the eye without shaking like a lost child. His
face showed all his hate. The rain seemed to trace a golden aura around the
boy’s silhouette, and Sephiroth felt the urge to tear it away. He took Masamune
in his hands, but Cloud wouldn’t move. He stood there, elegantly defiant. All
Sephiroth could remember was that before he could stop himself, his skilled
tongue was fighting Cloud’s delicious one under the rain. When the unforeseen
kiss broke, Cloud’s eyes were looking at him in amazement, his face partly
covered with his messy, wet, blond hair. Next Cloud’s fingers were running
through Sephiroth’s silver-magic hair; his body pressed against Sephiroth’s as
if worshiping him.
Sephiroth
stood up and gazed around, and then stared at the door. What did he fear? He,
the one everybody hated, the one everybody was scared of, the murderer, the
insane Sephiroth…
“Their taste
was insignificant compared to the taste of Cloud’s flesh...” After a
whole night full of sex, passion, and lust, the boy was still alive, and what
was even more surprising: Sephiroth wanted more. He wanted the boy. He wanted to
chain him and keep him for himself. He didn’t want anyone to spoil Cloud’s
beauty.
“What the
fuck?” he thought. Whatever that thing he was feeling was, he had to find it
out. Now. He entered the dorm and found Cloud waiting for him. The boy was half
sitting, leaning back on his arms, looking amused at him.
“I want you,”
said Sephiroth. “Now.”
“How rude,”
Cloud mocked. “Been wondering what’s wrong with you…”
“What are you
talkin’ about?” he lied.
“You weren’t
biting me so sadistically,” Cloud shrugged. “I think you’ve softened a bit...”
“I’m gonna
fuck you right now,” Sephiroth started and threw the sheet away, almost jumping
over Cloud, who didn’t look impressed at all.
The blond felt
Sephiroth’s fever-green eyes, almost gone mad. Cloud left his head fall back as
an ardent tongue consumed his skin with a lust he had never seen before.
Talented fingers touched here and there, making Cloud moan intensely. Sephiroth
emanated an indescribable passion. He didn’t even let Cloud breathe. Their
mouths seemed to be one; they’d never split. Suddenly that mouth traveled across
the blonde’s chest, licking and playing with his nipples, biting his strong
torso and hard stomach, savoring Cloud’s flavor as if the boy would disappear
right in front of Sephiroth’s very eyes.
Cloud’s
fingers grabbed the silvery hair and moved Sephiroth’s head along his own body,
making him touch those silky and hidden erogenous zones of his marvelous
physiognomy. Suddenly, Sephiroth moved to that delicate crease between tight and
hip, and remained there for a while, playing with his tongue. Cloud sigh,
screamed, and shuddered, grabbing Sephiroth’s hair tight, smelling its
fragrance.
He could feel his bone completely erected due to Sephiroth’s unceasing licks.
Cloud gasped, and Sephiroth’s tongue found a way to that delicious corona, and
he traced a labyrinth with his licks.
The blond
looked at his lover, hair falling in his face as he closed his blue eyes again
in excitement. He released Sephiroth’s hair, hands now gripping the dark sheets
to let the silvered-haired do as he pleased with him, surrendering his body to
the insane man. Sephiroth felt a burning need that wouldn’t go away. He pressed
his tongue against Cloud’s hard member and kissed it, wanting to bite it. Over
and over again.
Hungry.
“Eat him up,” his mind chanted. “Eat his skin.” “Ride him hard.”
“Tear off his flesh and make love to him forever.”
Love?
Sephiroth
stopped playing with Cloud’s crotch and slid his hand to the boy’s butt, as if
trying to discover his most sacred secret. Cloud complained about this sudden
change, but as soon as the silvered-haired man introduced a finger inside of
him; he shivered and moaned. Then the man decided to taste the blonde’s lips yet
again. He noticed Cloud’s blue eyes fixed malevolently on his. He wished he
could read his thoughts. Sephiroth’s own eyes were in fire. He viciously kissed
the boy with almost animal sadism, his falling silvered, soft and silky hair
almost covering the two lovers, his cold hands touching the boy’s smooth skin.
For a second, Sephiroth thought Cloud was screaming for more, but nothing but
moans would come out of that desired mouth. He would never beg.
Sephiroth ran
his fingers through Cloud’s golden hair, disheveling it even more.
“Your… body…
is… mine…” Sephiroth’s low, silky and dangerous voice whispered against Cloud’s
neck.
“Is it?” the
boy seemed to threaten him.
Beautiful.
Cloud’s strong and perfect legs were wrapped around Sephiroth’s wonderful waist.
The man had the boy’s cock in his hands, the same he had seen hardening
beautifully before. He thought it was too exquisite for the rest of the world.
It should be only for himself. He toyed with that godly gift for a while,
twisting it, making Cloud moan and arch in pleasure. Then his professional hand
found again the door to Cloud’s body, and played there a few second before
becoming one with the blond warrior once again.
Cloud felt his
body on fire. Sephiroth’s hot skin pressed against him, thrusting in and out of
him aggressively, moving in wide, circular arches. It wasn’t enough.
Sephiroth leaned against Cloud’s coral lips and kissed them. Not so harsh. Not
so rough. It felt good there inside of the boy. Cloud felt something different.
Almost a tender caress. Almost a sweet kiss.
Then again
Sephiroth’s wet, full-size cock slid in and out, tender and violent at the same
time.
“What the fuck
is that?” Cloud managed to ask.
Sephiroth said
nothing. He thrust in and out again and again and again… insane, feeling the
pleasure, wanting it to last forever, wanting Cloud for himself.
One last
thrust. A moan. A sigh. Sephiroth leaned his head back as he peaked, eyes
closed, breathing fast. Cloud protested with a groan. Sephiroth opened his eyes
and stared at him, then at his erected member, left there on the edge of orgasm.
He released
Cloud’s legs and licked the tip of the boy’s cane. Cloud shivered and moaned.
Again, the young man grabbed his before master’s hair and punished him for
having stopped. Sephiroth’s eyes were fixed on the boy’s, who stared back at
him.
“Eyes open,”
Sephiroth ordered.
“Fuck you,”
Cloud protested.
“Eyes open,”
the silver-haired man repeated, and went back to his blowjob, eyes still fixed
on Cloud’s. The boy tried to keep them open, even though it was pretty hard with
such intense pleasure and excitement overwhelming him.
Slowly.
Sephiroth licked those delectable balls, that luscious crotch, pressed the tip
of Cloud’s manhood with his fingers. He played with it as a boy with a new toy.
He sucked as if he wanted to swallow that lip-smacking cane. The silver-haired
man sucked, licked, played, bite… and Cloud arched, moaned, groaned, whined,
sighed…
Cloud grabbed
Sephiroth’s hair strongly as he peaked, and then, slowly, let go of it. The
silver-haired man swallowed that luscious cream, but Cloud stopped him and
kissed him intensely, tasting his own fluid from Sephiroth’s mouth. The blond
looked at his old master, whose eyes were again fixed on the boy’s. He had a
weird expression on his face, as if trying to speak but words were stuck on his
chest.
“That wasn’t
as rough as yesterday...” Cloud whispered, kissing Sephiroth’s neck.
“I...”
It was all
about love.
.: Owari :.
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