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Hurt Me - Not Just a Memory	By : wickedorin Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 668 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Hurt Me" is completely copyright Orin
Drake 2006, as is the dialog. The characters and the whole of FFVII
belong to Square-Enix and shall never be mine, as much as I try.

        Background:
It started off
so simply... so of course I had to fill it in. I realized I'd
never written a Sephiroth/Cloud situation before, so that had to be remedied!
This has absolutely nothing to do with the Sins universe, by the way (since
the poor boys never got to opportunity to play with each other, there)--totally
AU in so many ways... but still yummy.

        WARNINGS:
Violence, language, blood, dark subject matter, bondage, not entirely consensual
behavior... plenty of evil. Heh heh. This is... brutal.
It's been a while, you see. (Sorry, Cloud.)

Hurt Me - Not Just a Memory

by Orin Drake

        It
would have been too dark to see anything, had he been a normal human.
Damn Mako... If only he'd thought to close his eyes sooner...

        He
was gasping. Sweating.
Then his eyes were closed, tightly--tight
against the world. But, more... they were closed against the onslaught
of memory made real. Those hands... those eyes... that fucking memory--

        "Ssshh."
The voice purred, poured on like warm honey, hot velvet dressed
in soft black leather. "Cum for me."

        The
blond hissed through gritted teeth as the third finger found entrance into
his unwilling body. He thrashed again, raging against the leather
belts that bound his arms and his wrists to the makeshift hook on the ceiling--the
Masamune's hilt. The rest was buried in wood and leaking pipes...
not that the dripping water cooled his body. He'd been whipped with
his own belt, blue-black running under streams of living red from his neck
to just below his waist... but only on his back. His chest had been
favored for drawing patterns with the knife that had been under his pillow;
the one he'd instinctually reached for when he'd first opened his eyes
in the darkness to find those too-familiar green orbs staring back.

        After
all that time... all he'd been through... and Cloud Strife, the world's
hero... was reduced to begging with the fourth finger. Only the blood
running down his back eased the way. "Not this way... please, not
this... not like this..."

        A
low chuckle from behind him--right before teeth found the other side of
his neck and came together. Sephiroth waited for his cry and heavy
breathing to die down before he spoke against the already-bitten earlobe,
allowing the blood to remain painting his lips in some distinct act of
feral pleasure. "Why the fear?" A smirk was felt as much as
heard in his elegant voice. "After so long, why be afraid of it?"

        Frustration...
so much fucking frustration! He'd tried... he'd tried everything
and he couldn't get away. His legs ached, only the balls of
his feet able to touch the floor from where he was hanging--and that was
only when he could manage to ignore the agony in his arms for long enough
to force them to relax. It hurt... it hurt so much... The hand
teasing at the juncture between thigh and hip only served to remind him
how much. "Please..."

        The
long, adept fingers were slid slowly out of and away from his victim as
he turned, grabbing the torn remnants of what used to be the blond's shirt
to clean his hand. "Such lies." He reached out to run a delicate
finger over one of the many criss-crossing marks he'd left in the flesh
of that once-perfect back. He noted the tremble--but more, he noticed
the twitch of a painfully obvious arousal. "You want me to hurt you,
don't you?"

        Cloud
was utterly determined not to answer, hanging there in a horrifying pain
of too many kinds. He managed to remain silent right up until something
else managed to force its way inside. "No! S-stop!"

        Another
dark chuckle against his ear--the one where there was no longer an earring.
Only the head of his impressive length was buried in the boy... but already
he could feel the throbbing, the heat... the unwelcome welcoming of the
body and the soul at his mercy. "Pain as it mixes with pleasure...
as it turns to pleasure..." He thrust, then--a hateful
motion, both hands leaving bruises on his victim's hips in the process
of delivering the agony.

        At
first, there was screaming. Thoughtless, awful, screaming... the
turn coming only when those teeth poised to do more harm at his neck suddenly
pulled back--only lips. The faint mime of a kiss against where the
neck met the jaw. A long, low cry bled into a moan. Undeniable,
now.

        "Tell
me." He demanded breathily, pulling out almost too slowly to be able
to stand, himself. "Beg me." All the way outside, he
poised himself for another hellish thrust.

        Panic.
Pure and absolute, it clutched at him in desperation. Everything
hurt, all was
pain--but there was nothing left in him to
struggle. His throat was raw. There was no hope left.
"No... please... d-don't..."

        "Plead."
Sephiroth demanded, moving only his hands--up and down the blond's sides.
Up, and down. Slowly. Using the slickness of the sweat and
the dripping, broken pipes above, every tiny twitch of muscle was felt.
Every shift. Every held-back sob.

        Gasping...
gasping... He was in so much pain and terror he couldn't think...

        A
growl came from behind him, but not of impatience. Arousal... waiting...
letting the moment play out as slowly and deliciously as it dared.
He would not rush this moment to break the only being in all the
universe that had ever tried to break him. "Beg for it and
I shall give it to you."

        He
told himself those weren't tears. They were trickles of water from
above... and that was all they'd ever be. Empty. Void.
Aching, but... not his... "I... p-please..."

        Not
enough. Not even close to enough. He managed the constraint
of not pushing forward in the slightest... but rested his hands lightly
on the already bruised hips. Preparing. His voice fell to a
rough whisper. "Don't force me to leave you like this."

        He
shook... trembled... eyes squeezed shut, fists too weak to clench...
Over... he wanted it over... "...H-hurt..."

        The
smirk turned into a satisfied expression. "Yes?"

        The
ache was shifting to the very point of his own denial. It throbbed...
it bounced with every heartbeat... "Hurt me..."

        And
Sephiroth was not willing to let him deny it any longer. He reached
around and pressed a fingertip to the leaking slit--gaining a violent shiver
and a choking gasp. "What is it you want?"

        He
wanted to scream. Just scream and scream and never stop, not stop
until he was dead of blood loss and dehydration... He rocked into
the touch by accident, too exhausted to do anything more than shake pathetically.
"I want... I..."

        "Tell
me what you want." The man ordered, going as far as to ghost a finger
along the underside of the pulsing length. "Tell me."

        A
moan tore from his throat, impeded only by the blood of a bitten tongue.
To taste it... smell it... feel it... the fingertip resting against the
true center of his pain... and the weapon at his back, seeking entrance.
"I want... to be hurt..."

        Seeking
no longer--another thrust in violence, buried entirely in one motion.
The body around him clenched as another sweet scream managed to make its
way from the tortured throat. "More." He demanded.

        He
could hardly breathe, trying to swallow the air around him. There
was no more... left... Only slow thrusts and bleeding... hurting...
"I want... I want you to... hurt me..."

        "Again."
The speed increased, all things undeniable. "Louder. Yell it."

        He
didn't think he'd be able to manage the full sentence... but if anyone
caused him to surprise himself, it was the man making him bleed.
"I want you to hurt me."

        "Louder!"
The motion became erratic--and if either of them were capable of thinking
then, they'd have wondered just which one was doing all the begging.

        With
all of the carelessness that had seemed to saturate Sephiroth's
motions... those last several thrusts passed over that small but all-important
nerve center within him--a hand finally wrapping securely around him.
It was all too much. "I want you to hurt me!"

        Upon
finish of the last word, the tormentor surprised them both by grasping
the blond locks tightly, forcing his head to turn--and meeting his lips
with the blood-covered kiss of a true claim. Cloud came so hard that
he thought... just maybe... he wouldn't have to care about kissing back.

        There
was blackness. A darker kind of darkness. It was peace--for
a moment, nothingness was the most wonderful thing that ever existed.

        Until
the hand on his cheek brought him back. "Good." Cooed softly,
gently...

        A
long, motionless silence was spotted with gasps. "I wish you'd have
killed me."

        "I
will. Some day I will." The man promised with something...
that was so close to kindness... almost understanding of compassion.
"For now, however..."

        I've done a VERY BAD THING. And I loved every minute of it.

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