Enemy's Caress

I do not own these characters...sadly...This is a work of fiction from my odd mind.

This fanfic contains non-consented sex...One man will be raping another. If you don't like it then please don't get mad at me.
It was inspired by a game over that I got when playing the game. It is also my first fanfic. So, please read and review.

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Cloud tried to open his eyes, but the throbbing pain emanating from his head only worsened. As he remained in his motionless state, he began to try to make sense of his current situation.

Flashbacks rushed to mind as he remembered telling his friends to go and let him fight Rufus Shinra alone. After several moments of fighting, he’d lost track of Rufus’s pet. As he tried to track its movements, the thing had lunged at him from behind, knocking him down and causing him to hit his head on the ground and lose consciousness.

Now that Cloud could recall the factors of his current state, he began to try to assess his surroundings. The pain was still too much to open his eyes though, so all he had to go on was what he felt and heard.

He was on his knees on a cold floor with his head hanging freely. He could feel strong chains around his wrist, which he could tell were the only things not letting him fall to the floor. He could make out fluorescent light through his eyelids. He took this as a sign that he was still in the Shinra building.

Several feet in front of him, he could hear voices saying things like:

“I think I saw his eyes open for a minute.”

“Do you think that I should get Rufus?”

“Yeah, I’ll watch him until you get back.”

After that, he heard footsteps and a door open and close.

Cloud could only hang his head and wonder why Rufus hadn’t just locked him in the cell he had been in previously.

He could tell from the pain in his arms that he had been suspended for some time now, so he tried to reposition his wrists to get the blood flowing without the guard noticing.

Several minutes later, the door opened again and Cloud heard footsteps entering the room.

“Has he opened his eyes again?”

Cloud knew that voice to be Rufus. He didn’t know if he should continue to fake unconscious or if he should open his eyes, regardless of pain, and ask the new President what he intended to do with him.

“No sir, but he shifted his arms and his head some,” the man said, much to Cloud’s irritation.

“Leave us. I have some questions I need to ask him,” Rufus said.

Without so much as a word, Cloud heard the men as they both left, closing the door behind them.

Now that Cloud could no longer keep up his unconscious act, he began to wonder what it was the older man had to ask him.

He could hear as the President approached. He wanted to open his eyes, but the sting left him as he was.

“Your friends managed to escape,” Rufus said, now standing just a foot away from Cloud. “They stole a truck from the building and have yet to be tracked down.”

His statement relieved Cloud; at least the others were okay.

“However,” he went on, “we did find a dark-headed girl downstairs.”

That statement sent Cloud into turmoil. Tifa.

“But it seems she too escaped by overpowering the guards and stealing a motorcycle. So, it would appear that you are the only lead we have left to where the Ancient is headed.”

The last statement shocked Cloud. How was he supposed to know where they were going?

At last, Cloud opened his mouth to say something. “Where am I?”

A smirk formed its way on Rufus’s face, though Cloud couldn’t see it through his lidded eyes. “You are on the top floor of the Shinra building. This is one of the few rooms in the entire building that isn’t constantly being monitored by cameras.”

Cloud found himself confused. He thought that the President’s office was the top floor.

Rufus continued, “This room offers maximum privacy. Even the walls are lined so that they are soundproof.”

Cloud shuddered as he felt the President’s body close in on him.

“That’s the great thing about this room,” Rufus said kneeling. “I could torture you and no one would hear a thing.”

Cloud trembled at the thought that Rufus was willing to go that far and he didn’t even know anything to tell him.

Rufus then took the collar of Cloud’s shirt, pulling the younger man closer to himself. The President then whispered into his ear. “I could even fuck you to hell and back and nobody would come.”

As these words left the older man’s mouth, Cloud’s eyes shot open.

“W-what…,” was all he could manage to say.

“You heard me. Now then, are you going to tell me what you know about the Ancient’s whereabouts?”

“I don’t know…”

Rufus punched Cloud hard in the jaw. “Tell me where she is headed.”

“I told you, I don’t know…” Cloud said expecting another punch.

Instead, next thing Cloud noticed, he was caught in a kiss with Rufus. He couldn’t end it either because the other man was holding his chin in place.

What started as confusion soon led to pain for Cloud as Rufus bit into his bottom lip. Cloud tried to struggle free, but the President’s hold was too strong.

When he finally released Cloud, they both had a trail of crimson down their mouths.

As Rufus licked at the younger man’s blood running along his chin he said, “Where are they going?”

Cloud’s mouth filled with blood and he could only bring himself to say, “I’m telling the truth, we hadn’t yet discussed where to go after we left here.”

“You honestly want me to believe that,” Rufus said, administering another punch, this time to Cloud’s stomach.

Cloud tried to move his hands to comfort where the blow had been dealt, but was reminded that he was still chained.

“…I-I’m…telling you…the…t-truth…” He could only hang his head as he tried to forget the pain.

“I don’t believe you,” Rufus stated rising to his feet.

Cloud tightly shut his eyes, trying to forget all of his pain. By the time he looked up, he was in a state of shock to see that Rufus was pulling off his shirt and that his jacket already lay on the floor.

He couldn’t believe it. This man had to be kidding. He wasn’t really going to do that to him. Was he?

Cloud closed his eyes again, trying to pretend he was anywhere but there. However, he soon heard Rufus’s shirt hit the floor followed by the sound of the President approaching him once more.

“Allow me to show you,” he said grabbing a handful of the younger man’s hair and pulling his head upward, “what true pain is.”

With that, Rufus knelt down and pressed a hand to Cloud’s chest, pushing him off his knees and against the wall. Pain shot through Cloud’s head as it hit on the same place that had been aching.

It didn’t help that Rufus had grabbed hold of his hair once more and was grinding his head further into wall as he pressed his lips to Cloud’s still pain-filled ones.

Rufus’s mouth trailed further down as his other hand moved to between the younger man’s legs causing him to gasp.

“…uhn…stop…”

“If you want me to stop,” Rufus said moving his lips to Cloud’s neck and biting on the tender flesh he found there, “you’ll tell me where they’re going.”

“Ah…I told you…I…”

“Don’t know? For some reason I have a hard time believing you.” Rufus said staring into Cloud’s mako blue eyes. “But until you are ready to talk…I can have as much fun as I want with you…my pet.”

Cloud only sat in disbelief. There was no getting through to this man.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself in a different place, anyplace, where Rufus wasn’t. Cloud was brought back to reality though as the other man’s hand once more reached for his crotch and began massaging the his member.

Cloud didn’t want to admit it, but it felt good. He was just happy that Rufus couldn’t see that his eyes had rolled back in pleasure.

As Rufus moved his hand up and down, Cloud began to enjoy it even more. He lost slight control though and found himself bucking his hips to Rufus’s hand.

“Oh, I see you’re having fun,” Rufus said, a smile on his face.

Rufus then backed away from the younger man and began to remove Cloud’s boots. After they were off, he moved back on top of Cloud and reached for the zipper to his pants.

Cloud struggled against the older man’s hands to keep his pants on, but he still had limited mobility and Rufus managed to pull them off, underwear and all. The President was pleased to see that he already had the younger man half aroused.

Rufus closed in and pressed his chest to Cloud’s. “The shirt is bothersome,” he said, “but I can’t exactly trust you if I remove the chains.”

That being said, Cloud watched as Rufus reached over to his jacket and pulled out a small knife. It didn’t take much imagination from Cloud to know what was going to happen next.

It was bad enough that he was completely exposed from the waist down. Now Rufus was back on top of him with a knife beginning to cut at the bottom hem of Cloud’s shirt. He could only watch as the President cut his way up, leaving his chest exposed.

The shirt was open but it still had to come off. Rufus concluded that the easiest way was to cut it above the shoulders. Not forgetting that Cloud was still his to torture, he decided that he would cut his way up the younger man’s upper body.

Cloud gasped out in surprise as the knife pierced his stomach, just above the navel. The pain only worsened as Rufus trailed all the way up, causing a deep slash and a small river of blood.

When he reached Cloud’s collarbone, he cut to the younger man’s left shoulder and sliced away the fabric he found there. He then cut his way to the other side. He tore through the stitching on the right shoulder and Cloud’s shirt fell to the floor, as he sat cringing in pain.

As Cloud rested with his head against the wall, he looked up to the ceiling. He focused his vision on a light. As long as he kept his attention on that, and not what Rufus was doing, it would keep his mind off the pain.

Even as Rufus took the knife to his cheek and cut across, he wouldn’t let his mind wander to the aching cut.

The President began to grow tired of the Cloud’s stillness. The man wouldn’t flinch, even when he licked the blood off his cheek or stuck his tongue in his mouth; he offered no resistance. He was just sitting there, as if he was dead.

Rufus tried to get him to come back. He even ran the knife along the younger man’s lips, threatening to cut. However, Cloud’s eyes remained focused on the light.

Rufus was growing tired of this. He would not lose his fun. He positioned the knife above Cloud’s chest and cut at the younger man’s left nipple.

Cloud bit the back of his lip but showed no expression on his face as the blood ran freely. The small stream of blood covered several inches of Cloud’s chest before Rufus began to lick it up. When his tongue reached the source, he sucked on it, drawing the blood into his mouth.

He was trying so hard not to let out a sound or movement. However, all was lost as the President bit harshly on the nipple. Cloud only released a little gasp, but that was enough for Rufus.

A malicious smile formed on the older man’s mouth as he took Cloud’s lips once again and the younger man received the strong copper taste of his own blood.

Rufus released his lips and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to make you scream.”

Cloud tried hopelessly to struggle free as Rufus unzipped his own pants and pulled them off. When he returned to the younger man’s body, he took the nipple in his mouth one last time before licking down the first cut he had made down his chest.

When he reached Cloud’s manhood, he stroked it gently to full arousal. The younger man could only sit helplessly as his own body betrayed him to the enemy’s caress.

As much as Cloud would have liked to try to remain distant from any feelings, this sensation was wonderful. And the pleasure only increased as Rufus took his member into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip.

Cloud laid his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy as Rufus provided him with the most intense pleasure of his life. Suddenly, he was ripped from the blissful feel as he felt a sharp pain at his base.

When he looked down, Cloud could see that Rufus was cutting a spiral up his member with the knife.

“Ah…stop…i-it hurts…” Cloud could only offer up useless pleas as Rufus licked at the flowing wound.

Rufus found himself not even caring if he did know where the Ancient was or not. All that mattered was that he got his fun out of it.

His lips left Cloud’s erection and the knife began to make small cuts down the younger man's thighs. Much to Rufus’s delight, and Cloud’s displeasure, every nick produced a small cry.

Cloud shut his eyelids together tightly to get his attention off the older man. Ignoring him didn’t work for long though as Cloud could feel Rufus spreading his legs.

“…uhn…please…d-don’t…” Cloud’s pitiful cries only succeeded in arousing Rufus even further as he began to guide his manhood to the younger man’s tight entrance.

As Rufus pressed himself against the younger man, Cloud gasped out from fear. It was never going to fit.

Rufus only managed to prove him wrong as he pressed through the his hole with no warning and tore through the drawn up muscles. The President’s lustful ears were rewarded by slight panicky cries as he continued to push his way through.

“…please…Rufus…please stop…” Rufus gave a devilish grin. Hearing his name in that whimpering voice only succeeded in heightening his lust.

When Rufus had fully enclosed himself within the younger man he waited for a moment to let himself adjust to the tight walls around him.

After that he slowly began to move back out almost to the point of completely leaving the tense opening before he rammed mercilessly back inside. The entire time, Cloud never stopped his pathetic cries.

“…please…Rufus…please stop Rufus…Rufus please…”

Cloud tried to break away, but Rufus fiercely held his hips in place to the point of causing bruises. Blood began to pore from Cloud as Rufus ripped at the walls around him. The crimson liquid began to act as lubrication as Rufus started thrusting faster and more pitilessly into the poor boy.

Cloud felt so helpless. He found himself gripping Rufus’s shoulders for support. As Rufus shoved into him again, he dug his nails into the older man. However, Rufus was so gone in pleasure he didn’t even notice.

The younger man produced pathetic whimpers as Rufus neared the edge and began to thrust faster and faster as sweat ran down his face.

At last, Rufus released with a moan and spilled his seed into Cloud and he then freed his hold on the older man. The President stayed inside of him for a minute before pulling out and moving himself to rest against the wall. It was then that he noticed the sharp pain in his shoulder the younger man had caused but he said nothing for the time being, he was too exhausted.

Cloud sat motionless. He couldn’t move a single body part. Everything hurt. Not to mention he was still slightly erect, but he couldn’t do anything about that. He just sat in the swirling pool of crimson and white that had formed.

Rufus waited until he had rested enough to stand. He walked over to his clothes and began to put them on.

He dressed and didn’t even bother to ask Cloud if he was okay. As Rufus began to leave, he looked down at the pitiful figure he had created.

“You’ll pay for these scratches on my back.” He then turned back around to leave and said, “You still owe me that scream, precious.”

Rufus opened the door and Cloud could hear him give orders for some medical treatment for the prisoner before it closed once more.

As much as Cloud wanted relief from the wounds, he didn’t want anyone seeing him in this state. He tried to pull himself into a fetal position to make himself seem less exposed, but the pain in his lower region was too much.

The hero sat in complete pain as tears began to rush down his cheeks and he found himself drifting into sleep.


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