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All Grown Up	By : dianetaylor Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children (Complete) nor do I own the characters. I do not make any money off this piece.

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A/N: Written in response to an anonymous prompt on LJ's crack_rack's Final Fantasy VII Kink Meme.

From the first moment that Denzel laid his eyes on Cloud, he was the prisoner of hero worship. Cloud was utterly perfect in every way that Denzel knew he himself was not. The warrior’s fighting form was breathtaking – something that Denzel admired enough to compare him to a god. When Cloud spent time with Denzel, he never spoke a cross word, never laughed at him, and was always willing to help him on his little “piddling” projects around the house. As far as Denzel was concerned, Cloud could do no wrong.
Perhaps it was partially due to the fact that Cloud did not age, thanks to the Mako enhancements he had received, but Denzel’s adulation of Cloud did not wane as the years past. Indeed, as the baby fat melted off Denzel’s limbs and face, as he grew to stand eye-to-eye with Cloud and beyond, as his voice deepened to a low tenor, his love for Cloud grew. Denzel thought of Cloud as a father as well as a hero and had begun calling him “Dad” about a year after he came to live with him and Tifa. However, since he had first started living with Cloud and Tifa’s motley family, he held a secret love for Cloud. No one knew, and for many years, Denzel liked it that way.
The pressure inside his head grew. Fruitlessly, Denzel tried to simply shut himself down or distract himself, and just before his eighteenth birthday, he vowed mentally to learn to break off his strange affection for his father.
It was effort wasted. Denzel’s desire for Cloud grew incrementally more unbearable each time he came in contact with the older man. Denzel knew Cloud loved him deeply as a natural son, but he continued to treat him like the small boy he had discovered hanging on Fenrir all those years ago. Cloud coddled Denzel and told him that he could stay as long as he wanted: “You can start looking for an apartment after you start earning a good salary,” Cloud would say. Denzel would think, ‘A good salary? In Edge?’ He seemed to struggle with his boy preparing to leave and making his own way into the world. Denzel wanted to please his father, but he was thoroughly frustrated with Cloud’s conception of him. He wanted Cloud to realize he wasn’t a little boy, and hadn’t truly been one since long before Cloud had brought him into his home.
When he was sixteen, Cloud had reluctantly allowed Denzel to begin his own coffee-brewing business inside their home. Denzel knew Cloud was happy with the idea of his striking out and making money, but Cloud had been anxious about the way possibly unhappy customers would treat Denzel. At the time, Denzel had smiled and waved Cloud’s concerns away, citing his learning how while Denzel accompanied Cloud on his delivery routes. Inwardly, Denzel had ground his teeth together.
One afternoon, Denzel was creating inventory of his new shipment of coffees while Tifa and Marlene had gone out grocery shopping, along with Cloud and Tifa’s three young daughters. The unusual silence in the house gave space for him to think – too much space. Denzel’s thoughts for Cloud plagued him as he silently ticked off numbers in his ledger.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Cloud walked back and forth between his office and the garage where Fenrir and Denzel’s own motorcycle lived, each time carrying a new load of spare parts. Every time Cloud opened the door to the garage, the familiar and comforting sent of hot oil, warm leather and exhaust fumes rose to tickle Denzel’s nose. They reminded him of Cloud and the smell of the sun on his leather clothing. He gritted his teeth and pressed his lips into a fine line as his mind jerked into sensuous, mutinous arousal.
He finished counting the pounds of coffee beans and held onto the edge of the bar, trying to steady his spinning mind. He looked up as Cloud walked once more down the hallway towards the garage. Cloud gave him a smile and closed the garage door behind him.
The arousal in Denzel peaked.
‘What can I do to get rid of this?’ He thought. ‘I don’t think I can take it anymore.’
He looked to the garage door again and registered the sounds of Cloud pulling out his boxes of tools and settling down the floor.
‘The sound of his voice, the smell of his skin, the feel of his arms around me – I can’t do this,’ Denzel thought, rubbing his temples.
‘I have two choices,’ he continued his train of thought. ‘Leave soon – how quick can I find an apartment? – or go for broke.’
Cloud would be upset to know that his son was moving out, but how much more upset would he be to know his son wanted to make him his lover? Denzel chuckled sadly at the thought and rubbed his face with his palms.
The only way “going for broke” would happen would be if Denzel were to somehow overpower Cloud, and that certainly wasn’t going to happen. But if he was restrained…?
Denzel’s mind sparked as it encountered the image of a new motorcycle chain he had bought for his bike. As soon as the idea flashed across his brain, he laughed and squeezed his forehead in his hand. What if this was the only way?
It would be so fast, so simple. Denzel’s desire for Cloud suddenly became too much. He was used to keeping secrets from the rest of society, what was one more?
Slowly, Denzel pulled his long apron over his head and hung it neatly its hook. He walked to the garage door, his footsteps too loud in his ears, his heart pounding over the noise of his footfalls.
‘I’m not doing this, how will I do this, I can’t be doing this.’
He laid his hand on the door handle, turned it and listened for the usual squeak of the hinges, but even those were silent.
Cloud was taking apart the engine on Fenrir for the second time that year and didn’t even look up as Denzel softly closed and locked the door behind him. As he examined each bolt he took off the engine, he hummed a nameless tune, wiped his forehead with his arm. His hands were filthy and dark from the oil and grime. Denzel simply stood and stared.
‘There is no going back, is there? He’s beautiful. How am I going to do this? Why am I doing this? I'm not a little boy anymore. I have to touch him.’
He shuffled to the workbench, found the motorcycle chain and felt its slick coolness slide over and between his fingers. The smell of lubrication drove him further into madness.
His thoughts broke as Cloud gave a quiet noise of satisfaction. The older man murmured something as he took another section of the engine apart. He began to hum again.
He turned to look at Cloud.
One single word whispered: “Dad.”
Cloud looked up at Denzel and smiled again, then went back to work.
Then Denzel moved.
Sweeping the bike chain off the workbench, he came to stand behind Cloud.
With his heart pounding so wildly in his ears that his face tingled, he lifted one of Cloud’s hands away from the engine and looped the chain around the deceitfully thin wrist.
Cloud did not struggle, only turned to look askance at Denzel, innocence and even a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He seemed to think Denzel was playing a game.
Denzel could not bring himself to look at him. Tears obscured his vision.
He took Cloud’s other wrist and wrapped the chain around both wrists. It would be impossible to just slip out of the bonds.
Still, Cloud did not resist.
He pushed Cloud around to lean against Fenrir and tied the chain over the seat, leaving Cloud no wiggle room.
Now Cloud was frowning.
“Son, what are you doing?”
The tone in Cloud’s voice said that he saw Denzel’s tears.
“I…want you,” Denzel said lamely, struggling and failing to keep his voice firm and decisive.
He looked up just long enough to see the shock on Cloud’s face, then looked away to the floor. To his utter shame and embarrassment, he felt hot tears welling over his lashes and rolling down his cheeks.
“I want you so badly…I don’t know what to do anymore.” Denzel’s words were punctuated by sobs.
He watched Cloud’s face turn from shock to horror. Denzel could just imagine what his father was thinking.
Denzel watched Cloud’s stomach as the older man’s breathing became more labored and loud. His mind flashed white as he pushed Cloud’s shirt up underneath his skin and gazed at the rows of hard pectorals, unblemished by the passage of time.
Denzel shifted to sit in Cloud’s lap.
He placed his hands on Cloud’s chest.
He leaned forward to kiss Cloud.
It was as though a dam had suddenly broken and the waters it held back crashed forward. The warm touch of Cloud’s lips instantly enflamed Denzel and he embraced Cloud’s torso.
“Dad – I love you,” Denzel cried and laid his face on his father’s sternum.
“But son, you can’t do this,” Cloud said. Denzel heard the desperation in his voice.
“I’ve waited too long,” Denzel said as he unbuttoned Cloud’s pants. The rasp of the zipper seemed loud in Denzel’s ears as he took it down.
“Please. I’ve saved myself for you,” Denzel continued. “I’m not doing this to hurt you.”
Now Cloud actively struggled. He kicked his knee to Denzel’s back, but Denzel had anticipated it and welcomed the pain. It was a small price to pay for the breaking of this long-held secret. Cloud would soon have to stop.
Denzel managed to get Cloud’s pants off and reached inside his underwear to find Cloud’s cock. He was startled to discover that Cloud was erect and hot.
He wasn’t sure what he had pictured in his mind, but his father’s penis didn’t look like anything he had envisioned. The tip was red and the shaft was veiny. The size was also rather substantial – it would hurt when Denzel took it into himself.
Denzel pinned Cloud’s legs firmly and laid his belly down on them. Cloud jerked on the motorcycle chain in an attempt to get free, and a frightening satisfaction curled in Denzel’s stomach when he saw the chain held.
He lifted Cloud’s cock to his mouth. And then kissed the head.
The older man’s penis wept with arousal in reaction. Denzel placed the head of his father’s penis just past lips and, with his tongue, poked at the tiny opening.
Cloud squirmed and yelled, “Stop!”
Denzel didn’t. Instead, he took all of Cloud into his mouth. His cock hit the back of his throat and Denzel choked, struggling with Cloud’s girth and length. He pulled Cloud out and slowly licked the underside of his shaft and curled his tongue around the head. Then he placed his cock halfway into his mouth and began to suck carefully.
Cloud struggled and pushed his booted feet against the slick garage floor.
Denzel stopped what he was doing.
“Keep that up and you’ll tip the bike over,” Denzel said in a flat voice. His tears had dried up.
His father appeared speechless, though he looked as though he were ready to cry.
Denzel’s heart twinged, but he laid Cloud’s cock his mouth again and began to suck more vigorously.
Cloud panted and Denzel pushed the tip of his tongue into the hole in the head. Cloud cried out.
“Think about what you’re doing, Denzel!” Cloud said.
Denzel stopped again.
“I am,” he said quietly.
Denzel sucked thrice more before Cloud’s hips quivered against his will. He was close.
The son stood up briefly to shuck off his pants and underwear before positioning himself over Cloud’s reddening cock. There would be no lube. This would be sufficient punishment for himself.
He licked his hand and cupped Cloud’s balls, twiddling his fingers against his hot anus.
“Don’t, don’t, don't, don’t, don’t!” Cloud kicked again, the tears rolling in rivulets down his face.
Denzel spread his legs and placed the head of his father’s penis a his tight little entrance.
“If you hadn’t wanted me to do this, then why did you take me in all those years ago?” Denzel asked, his voice quivering in spite of the hard edge he tried to maintain.
With one motion, Denzel impaled himself on his father.
He cringed and writhed with the pain, his mouth open, short, silent sobs escaping. His thighs tried to hold him up away from further agony, but he slowly slid further down to sit on his father’s hips.
Underneath him, Cloud’s legs were shaking uncontrollably.
The two sat there on the garage floor for several long minutes, breathing hard. Eventually, Denzel found the courage to thrust Cloud’s cock in and out, though the pain threated to blind him. His hand managed to find his own cock and he fisted it furiously, his motions so fast that he couldn’t see individual fingers.
It didn’t take Cloud long to come. Denzel suddenly felt a warm, dripping sensation splashing inside him. It was enough to push him over the edge. He came on his father’s chest and stomach.
It was the sight of his white, translucent cum that stopped him cold. Reality smashed him awake and he stared in terror at what he had done.
He looked to his father for help and saw Cloud sobbing, his eyes open and focused on his son’s face.
Denzel quickly stood up and allowed Cloud’s cock to soften and fall out of him. He re-dressed Cloud first, then himself before he backed away to the garage door, his hands searching apart from his will for the handle.
He watched as Cloud jerked the chain loose and over the seat, untangling himself.
Just as he opened the door and slipped through it, Cloud reached for his son.
“Wait, please,” he said through his tears. “I didn’t know.”
Denzel closed his eyes against the onslaught of dread coiling in throat.
Against his father’s face, he closed the door.

A/N: This is pretty different from what I usually write, but I hope it was relatively enjoyable. Thanks for reading!
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