Darkness Falls

Disclaimer: That Cloud and Sephiroth are not mine is something that I despair of on a daily basis. In other words, Final Fantasy VII (c) and its characters are the property of Square Enix, they are not mine, and I am making no money whatsoever from this work of fan fiction.

A/N: A THOUSAND AND ONE APOLOGIES FOR THE DELAY! My finals are largely to blame, but i’ve also been having some family issues recently, so the two of them conspired to some major-league writer’s block. Please accept this extra-long chapter as restitution! : ) This is the last part of “Darkness Falls”, so, i’d just like to thank everyone who has reviewed, and the lurkers who haven’t reviewed, but have read anyway. I’ve really enjoyed writing this fanfic and hope to start another soon. Until then, enjoy the goodness that is CloudxSephiroth.


Darkness Falls

Part 10


Cloud barely had time to register the dull pain in his head, or Sephiroth’s amused response, before the General resumed his teasing, planting a strong arm against his belly to stop him from hitting the wall again. Swallowing the cry that threatened to break free, a low sound that vibrated in his throat, Cloud tried to concentrate on keeping himself upright, while at the same time not drawing undue attention to their activities.

Sephiroth, clearly enjoying himself, groaned around Cloud’s impressive erection, and was gratified to hear that soft keening noise in the younger man’s throat. He would have preferred to hear him scream, unrestrained, the way he had done in the Northern Cave, but for now he was satisfied by the softer sounds, the way his enemy, now lover, writhed half-heartedly under his mouth and hands, trying to pull back yet desperate for more.

Just as Cloud worried that his legs would give out, Sephiroth pulled back, getting gracefully to his feet and, with a knowing smirk and that very rare humour in his eyes, moved his arm around the blonde’s back, keeping him from ending up in a heap on the floor.

“How’s your head?” he purred, using his free hand to stroke through the blonde spikes, checking for any sign of an injury. The irony of this was not lost on either: only hours ago, Sephiroth would have gladly inflicted a fatal injury upon him himself, yet now, the boundaries of their relationship had changed beyond recognition.

“Ss’fine” Cloud murmured back, still hazy from the pleasure his body had received. Not so hazy, though, as to avoid making a smutty joke that would have made Zack proud, “I think you saw to that just now.”

Sephiroth laughed, his arm tightening around Cloud’s slender waist as he approached the cot, before lowering them, carefully, onto it, wary of the thing’s strength. It certainly hadn’t been made with accommodating two adult males in mind, particularly not with what they were about to engage in. Still, he was more than prepared to keep their banter going, having recognised a worthy opponent in word-play, as well as sparring, back at the cave.

“I think you’ll find i’m still seeing to you, Strife.”

Cloud obligingly spread his legs a little, to make room for the older man between them. As Sephiroth leant over him, he shivered a little as the general’s leather pants brushed against his bare skin. He moaned against the older man’s mouth, their kiss turning competitive as tongues slid against each other, hot and demanding. After a few moments, though, he acquiesced, giving Sephiroth the control he wanted. While his lover was occupied, his hands either side of Cloud’s head, he reached up and stroked his fingers leisurely down the alabaster skin of his chest, stopping to brush over a flushed nipple, feeling it harden beneath his thumb.

By the way that Sephiroth growled into the kiss, and rolled his hips down, Cloud took that he was enjoying it, so returned his attentions to the other one, rolling the nub between finger and thumb until the general pulled back a little, panting slightly from their extended kiss.

“Tease”, he accused softly, gazing down at the blonde, utterly captivated by the sight of him, his face flushed with some combination of shyness and arousal, his lips red and slightly swollen, seeming to beg for more.

“Hmm”, Cloud hummed softly in agreement, trailing his hand down the hard planes of Sephiroth’s belly, lightly scratching his nails along the skin. Deftly, before the other man could stop him, his fingers caught on the fastening of the leather trousers that pulled taut over his groin, and loosened it, only having to work minimally to get the zip down himself.

“Cloud-” he started to protest but, echoing an earlier gesture, his hand was slapped away, and the blonde in question took a firm hold of Sephiroth’s erection, marvelling at the size and feel of it in his hand. Carefully, uncertainly, he moved his hand to the base, then back down to the tip, fascinated by the expression of pleasure on the general’s face, his eyes screwed shut and head thrown back, the long strands of his hair almost touching the floor. Encouraged, he repeated the movement faster, but was stopped when a larger hand came to rest over his own, moving it away.

“Not if you want to do this properly,” Sephiroth cautioned, stepping carefully off of the cot to shuck out of his pants, hissing at the chill of the cool air against his hot and sensitive flesh. He stopped short, suddenly, when something occurred to him, something that may well have thrown a spanner in the work that was currently in progress.

“Cloud, we don’t have any -”

He flushed, suddenly embarrassed, hating himself for it at the same time. He was only mildly comforted when his expression was mirrored on the blonde’s face, who quickly sat up on the cot.

“Erm, this is a hospital, so surely...”

Sephiroth shot Cloud a withering glance that was probably lost on him given the half-light of the room.

“This is a staff-room, Strife, it hardly caters for elicit sexual activity.”

It was almost comic, really, the way that the great General of Shinra sulked at the seeming de-bunking of his plans, folding his arms and glaring at the only other occupant of the room. Hiding his smile, Cloud slowly rose from the cot, and shuffled over to one of the cupboards, inwardly thinking that by the time they found any damned lube, the cold air would have put pay to any ‘elicit sexual activity’ they had planned.

“There’s a bed in here, Seph, at least someone has got to have tried it before.”

He rifled through the cupboard, missing the way Sephiroth’s face twisted in disgust as he looked back over at the cot. The cold air working on his slowly diminishing arousal, his mind was clear enough to fully comprehend where they were, and what they were about to do.

“Are you sure this is such a - ”

He didn’t finish his question, however, as he was pounced on by a very frustrated and impatient blonde, holding something in the palm of his hand.

“Don’t you dare!” he hissed in mock-anger, giving the older man enough of a shove to push his back to the wall, “If I recall, it was *you* who started this, and *you’re* damned well going to finish it!”

While he growled with displeasure at the cold wall biting into his back and thighs, having Cloud’s much warmer body flush against his was only having a positive effect on Sephiroth’s libido, and he felt his arousal roar to life again, in response to his partner’s uncharacteristic assertiveness.

“You asked for it, puppet,” he purred low in his throat, wrapping a strong arm around Cloud’s body, backing them over to the corner of the room and tossing his lover back onto the cot as if he were no heavier than a coat. The springs creaked warningly in protest, and for a moment they both froze, comically, wondering if the thing would simply fold up on itself, or if the sound had attracted anyone else’s attention.

After a few moments, the coast was seemingly clear, and Sephiroth stalked over to the bed; though he was careful at getting on, when the mattress dipped low under their combined weight, he crawled purposefully to rest between Cloud’s legs and, imperiously, held out his hand.

“What kind of professional keeps lubricant in a staff-room?” he mused aloud, as Cloud pressed the small tube into his hand, his nerves pulled taut now, and quivering lightly in anticipation of what was to follow.
Cloud didn’t have an answer, and Sephiroth wasn’t expecting one. They were both past banter now, frustrated beyond words and desperate for relief from the tension that had sparked between them ever since their encounter in the depths of the Northern Cave. He slicked a liberal amount onto his fingers and crouched over Cloud, his hand moving carefully between his legs.

It was cold, colder than he had expected and Cloud’s toes curled in the mattress as he felt the first finger stroke against him, before pushing fully inside. His back arched at the sensation, and Sephiroth dipped his head to kiss him as he moved deeper, searching for the special place that made him live and breathe. Adding a second finger when he knew that Cloud was ready, he was gratified when his lover suddenly groaned into the kiss, the noise luckily silenced by their lips. He curled the third finger, deep inside, and felt his erection swell when Cloud raked his fingernails down his back, trying to smother the cries that tore from his throat.

Satisfied that he was ready, Sephiroth pulled back to briefly slick his own erection, before he positioned himself above Cloud and, carefully, almost hesitantly, began to push inside.

Cloud panted harshly, his eyes screwed tight shut against the heady mixture of pain and... something else that shot up his spine, a heat that flared and grew stronger the further Sephiroth moved inside of him. He focused on the feel of long, silver hair as it brushed against his chest, framing his lover’s face in the soft light, and waited for his body to adjust. After a few uncomfortable minutes, however, he felt nothing but pleasure, and encouraged Sephiroth to move by tightening his muscles a little, increasing the stimulation for them both.

It was fortunate, that day, that the staff on duty were accustomed to long hours, and rarely retreated to the staff-room for a break. Had they tried, the rhythmic thump of a cot against the wall, and the muffled sounds of pleasure from within would surely have told them more than they needed to know. More than likely, it would be put down to horny medical students working off the stress of their long hours and miserable pay. That Cloud Strife and General Sephiroth of Shinra, the greatest adversaries of that time, were making out like said horny students, would never have crossed anyone’s mind. This was very fortunate for said SOLDIER and General.

After their extended flirting, and the combined exhaustion of the last couple of days, it was unsurprising that Cloud could feel his peak approaching too soon. Before he could even cry out a warning, his whole body tensed, a deeply gratified moan caught in his throat as his release spilled between them. Sephiroth was quick to follow, groaning low against Cloud’s throat as he came. For a few moments only their shattered breaths filled the room, and a soft grunt as Sephiroth carefully withdrew, mindful not to cause any more pain than was unavoidable.

As he started to calm, Cloud looked up into the eyes of the man who, until very recently, he had considered his worst enemy. Shakily, he reached up to cup Sephiroth’s cheek, and drew the man back into a leisurely kiss. Sure, this would complicate matters, and he didn’t even want to *think* about explaining it to Tifa, but his heart felt lighter than it had done in years, comforted by the new boundaries of his relationship with Sephiroth, and eager to see where they could go from here.


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