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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
794
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy! Trust me, if I did Crisis Core would have been pure yaoi! Also, I make no money from this fic.
Make a wish
Make a wish
It did surprise Cloud when he was gently woken from his sleep he could tell he had been lifted up off of the ground. He made sure not to wince, flinch, whimper or make any form of movement that would give away he was awake. He kept his eyes closed and tried to keep his breathing normal and peaceful, he couldn’t do anything but continue like that. Anything would set Sephiroth off these days… He knew it was him. It all started that one day Cloud didn’t get into bed right away. He wanted to get an apple first, he was hungry. Sephiroth made him remove his shirt, stand against the wall with his hands pressed to it while he was whipped without an single fibre of mercy. He was whipped until he dropped to the ground in a shaking, bleeding, sobbing heap. That was when he was broken. Up until then Spehiroth was a fair enough master, praised him, rewarded him… Never had to punish him. Cloud was almost… Happy with his slave hood.
But of course, all good things must come to an end and Sephiroth went from a kind master, to an abusive one in a matter of seconds. He didn’t change over time. It was just as simple as a few words. ‘Can I get some food first?’ Oh how Cloud regretted those words now… How he loathed them. But all of that was beside the fact Cloud was being carried away from his room. If you could call it that,
His old room was with Sephiroth. He felt happy and warm just thinking about how they would curl up together at night. Now look at what happened… His new room was small… Very small. There was enough room for Cloud to spread out… Just about. There was no bed. No mattress. No pillow. Not even a blanket. He was left to curl up on the hard floor and sleep. It was dark in there too. The door would always be locked after 7. And since it was cold, small and dark. Cloud wouldn’t normally get a good night’s rest. Especially since Sephiroth now refused to give him new clothes. And only washed his current one’s once a month. So to minimize the risk of them getting dirty or whatever, Cloud would have only to sleep in his boxers. (Which of course were washed regularly)
Cloud squirmed around in Sephiroth’s arms, blinking his eyes open. “H-huh…?” He looked up at Sephiroth.
“Go back to sleep, slut.” Came his cold reply. The name made Cloud wince and instantly closed his eyes.
Sephiroth had a thing for calling him a slut, since he was broken and brainwashed into fearing his master and doing whatever was wanted, he knew Sephiroth liked it when he virtually begged for sex, and so to keep himself from being hurt… That is what he did. Thus, he earned the nickname ‘Slut’ from the ex-general. He had lost count of the amount of times he had been fucked so hard he had passed out, but he could count at least twice he hadn’t been able to stand after Sephiroth had his way with him.
Cloud was pretty tired, closing his eyes, and the warmth from Sephiroth made him smile a little. It reminded him of when Sephiroth was his lover, not his master… The thought of Sephiroth’s change made tears burn behind his eyes. He hoped to any gods and goddesses that might have been listening that Sephiroth would hurry up and take him wherever they were heading.
Luckily, as that thought was thought, Cloud heard Sephiroth open a door and felt himself gently be placed on something soft… ‘A bed…? No… He’s just gonna…’ Cloud’s thoughts where interrupted as he felt something warm cover his shivering, small frame. He opened his eyes out of confusion. “M-master…?” He said quietly, looking up at Sephiroth. He knew his could be bad, but he also knew Sephiroth loved his eyes. Even though they were tinted with mako.
“A birthday present.” Sephiroth said with a small shrug of his shoulders.
“O-oh…” Cloud nodded. “Thank you master… So much…” He whispered, nuzzling the covers and curling up.
“Hm.” Came Sephiroth’s short reply before exiting the room. Closing, and of course locking, the door behind him.
Cloud closed his eyes. Only to open them again a few seconds later. It was his birthday… He had been here for over a year… His vision blurred. His quality of life had hit rock bottom now. “Z-Zack…” He sobbed into his pillow. Just murmuring the name of his best friend offered comfort to him. He heard a sort of ‘Whoosh!’ sound and looked out of his window… His eyes widened again.
‘A shooting star…’ He thought. Watching it. “A shooting… Star…” He repeated out loud.
He shrunk back down into his covers, clasping his hands together and squeezing his eyes shut. “P-lease… If you’re listening… Just grant me one wish… For my birthday… I want someone to rescue me from this place… Please…” He opened his eyes again and watched the star disappear. Cloud closed his eyes again. His only faith now remained in that wish…
“Zack…” Cloud mumbled as he drifted off to sleep. “Please…”
Little did the sleeping blonde know… That ‘star’ was indeed… Zack Fair himself.
It did surprise Cloud when he was gently woken from his sleep he could tell he had been lifted up off of the ground. He made sure not to wince, flinch, whimper or make any form of movement that would give away he was awake. He kept his eyes closed and tried to keep his breathing normal and peaceful, he couldn’t do anything but continue like that. Anything would set Sephiroth off these days… He knew it was him. It all started that one day Cloud didn’t get into bed right away. He wanted to get an apple first, he was hungry. Sephiroth made him remove his shirt, stand against the wall with his hands pressed to it while he was whipped without an single fibre of mercy. He was whipped until he dropped to the ground in a shaking, bleeding, sobbing heap. That was when he was broken. Up until then Spehiroth was a fair enough master, praised him, rewarded him… Never had to punish him. Cloud was almost… Happy with his slave hood.
But of course, all good things must come to an end and Sephiroth went from a kind master, to an abusive one in a matter of seconds. He didn’t change over time. It was just as simple as a few words. ‘Can I get some food first?’ Oh how Cloud regretted those words now… How he loathed them. But all of that was beside the fact Cloud was being carried away from his room. If you could call it that,
His old room was with Sephiroth. He felt happy and warm just thinking about how they would curl up together at night. Now look at what happened… His new room was small… Very small. There was enough room for Cloud to spread out… Just about. There was no bed. No mattress. No pillow. Not even a blanket. He was left to curl up on the hard floor and sleep. It was dark in there too. The door would always be locked after 7. And since it was cold, small and dark. Cloud wouldn’t normally get a good night’s rest. Especially since Sephiroth now refused to give him new clothes. And only washed his current one’s once a month. So to minimize the risk of them getting dirty or whatever, Cloud would have only to sleep in his boxers. (Which of course were washed regularly)
Cloud squirmed around in Sephiroth’s arms, blinking his eyes open. “H-huh…?” He looked up at Sephiroth.
“Go back to sleep, slut.” Came his cold reply. The name made Cloud wince and instantly closed his eyes.
Sephiroth had a thing for calling him a slut, since he was broken and brainwashed into fearing his master and doing whatever was wanted, he knew Sephiroth liked it when he virtually begged for sex, and so to keep himself from being hurt… That is what he did. Thus, he earned the nickname ‘Slut’ from the ex-general. He had lost count of the amount of times he had been fucked so hard he had passed out, but he could count at least twice he hadn’t been able to stand after Sephiroth had his way with him.
Cloud was pretty tired, closing his eyes, and the warmth from Sephiroth made him smile a little. It reminded him of when Sephiroth was his lover, not his master… The thought of Sephiroth’s change made tears burn behind his eyes. He hoped to any gods and goddesses that might have been listening that Sephiroth would hurry up and take him wherever they were heading.
Luckily, as that thought was thought, Cloud heard Sephiroth open a door and felt himself gently be placed on something soft… ‘A bed…? No… He’s just gonna…’ Cloud’s thoughts where interrupted as he felt something warm cover his shivering, small frame. He opened his eyes out of confusion. “M-master…?” He said quietly, looking up at Sephiroth. He knew his could be bad, but he also knew Sephiroth loved his eyes. Even though they were tinted with mako.
“A birthday present.” Sephiroth said with a small shrug of his shoulders.
“O-oh…” Cloud nodded. “Thank you master… So much…” He whispered, nuzzling the covers and curling up.
“Hm.” Came Sephiroth’s short reply before exiting the room. Closing, and of course locking, the door behind him.
Cloud closed his eyes. Only to open them again a few seconds later. It was his birthday… He had been here for over a year… His vision blurred. His quality of life had hit rock bottom now. “Z-Zack…” He sobbed into his pillow. Just murmuring the name of his best friend offered comfort to him. He heard a sort of ‘Whoosh!’ sound and looked out of his window… His eyes widened again.
‘A shooting star…’ He thought. Watching it. “A shooting… Star…” He repeated out loud.
He shrunk back down into his covers, clasping his hands together and squeezing his eyes shut. “P-lease… If you’re listening… Just grant me one wish… For my birthday… I want someone to rescue me from this place… Please…” He opened his eyes again and watched the star disappear. Cloud closed his eyes again. His only faith now remained in that wish…
“Zack…” Cloud mumbled as he drifted off to sleep. “Please…”
Little did the sleeping blonde know… That ‘star’ was indeed… Zack Fair himself.