Cloudarella

A/N ***WARNING*** (For next two chapters!)
**Plot twist**


This chapter contains some violence, rape, blood, abuse….just letting you all know…and depending where I want to end it…it could be quite long, so it could go into the next chappy. I’m so excited and I hope you all enjoy it. I have a lot to get done. I hope I make you proud Mitts, if you ever read this story and if anyone knows the awesome writer, please pass this dedication along… * winks *


Please Review me if you want more quicker * winks * Thanks to my beta again!! Love ya! I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS CHAPTER (bn: Yeah, you‘d better…), BUT I HAD A LOT TO DO…. So please enjoy! I am going to be crying myself in the next few chapters.


Chapter 11


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So this is what he got for trying to stand up for himself, for wanting to be happy at least, once in his life….


Cloud closed his eyes, the burning words Kadaj had spat still lingered in his thoughts. And what did Kadaj mean that he wasn’t going to be his problem anymore, he wondered, even as he felt his body being roughly pulled from the ground, pulling a soft sound from his closed lips.


Cruel laughter sounded in his ears, pain wracked his body, and yet he kept his eyes tightly shut. One blow to his chest sent him flailing backwards, slamming into a wall, his lungs fighting and gasping for air as he tried to catch his breath. A powerful kick to his stomach pulled a loud painful cry from his lips, his punisher’s knee coming up and finishing the blow by kicking him in the chin, sending his head back with a quick snap.


Cloud felt his bottom teeth slice through his tongue and upper lip and the raw taste of distinct copper filled his mouth. Blood trickled down from his temple after such a blow against the wall and mixed with the trailing blood that fell from his lips. Angry reddened bruises dotted his face and exposed skin, some already turning a dark blue black only moments after contact. He kept his eyes shut…


Where was Reno? Wasn’t he supposed to help? Wasn’t he supposed to be there for him when he was in trouble?


“Reno….” Cloud gasped inwardly, wishing for him as his hair was snatched and he felt his body being pulled up to a standing position. His legs buckled as he struggled helplessly to find his footing and he felt his heart sink with dread. He kept his eyes shut…


Where was Sephiroth? Could he hear his plea? (What a foolish thought.) Would he save him if he did? Was he alone? Did anyone want to save him? Could he even save himself?


Cloud hissed softly, his knees shaking as he fought to regain his balance against the harsh and rough pull to his hair. His soft whimper didn’t go unnoticed and he heard a low evil laugh come quite close to his right ear, the heat of the man’s breath sending chills of anguish and distress straight down his spine.


“Oh? Did that hurt? Well I sure hope you don’t think this is going to be over soon, you bratty whore…” Yazoo hissed, yanking Cloud by his hair away from the wall and throwing him backwards, laughing as he did so. “Since when did you ever think you had the right to leave on your own, to even try and be free?”


Cloud yelped and tried in vain to catch his footing again, but it wasn’t enough and he soon felt his back hit into something very sold, and yet warm and moveable. He still didn’t open his eyes even when the much stronger man’s arms moved around to take his wrists, and pin them behind his back….he knew what was coming next, and he gave a loud cry in both anger and fear towards it.


“No…” Cloud cried inwardly.


Cloud kept his eyes tightly shut and turned his head away, jerking his body helplessly against the other brother, but as his wrists were twisted painfully backwards he yelped again and resigned to the powerful hold, going limp in the man’s grasp. Visibly he shook, unable to hide how his body was already starting to react to the knowing horror that was coming. He knew the beating was over with, but knew exactly what was next and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.


Like dead weight in Loz’s arms, he watched with half lidded eyes as he was carried back to his bed and tossed against the mattress face first. He felt pressure on his back, his face firmly pressed into the comforter and only for a second, the peaceful blackness surrounded him while cruel and rough hands pulled at his shoes then pants, completely unclothing his lower half. He shuddered, not so much cold as he was wary of what was to come. Cloud made a soft sound and jerked his arms…a pitiful attempt at getting free when he knew damn well there wasn’t a chance in hell. A powerful hiss erupted from the stronger brother at the attempt, and Cloud received a hard slap to the back of his head for the action, pulling a soft whimper from his closed lips, to his own shame.


Laughter rang clear throughout the room again, burning his ears, making him not only feel helpless, but to hate his very own self for the cowardice excuse of man he was. How could one be so pitiful, so weak, useless…ugly…a simple nothing… And yet, he knew someone loved him….Sephiroth. Cloud groaned with an inner pain that only he knew. Would the man still want him after this? Would he still want a used object, broken and beaten beyond recognition? Tears threatened his eyes, his will breaking at that mere thought.


Burning anguish seized his body suddenly, when he felt his legs forced open by two powerful hands and he felt the utter shame and humiliation of fear form upon his face, as tears started to run down his cheeks, his body shaking violently in defeat. There was nothing he could do. If he fought, he could be beaten so badly that it could possibly kill him…there was still nothing he could do, and even though his mind cried out constantly wishing for Reno, wishing for Sephiroth, wishing for anything, his heart knew it wouldn’t come this time, no, he was alone, and that one single thought brought even more tears from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks like a flowing river. He was glad for once that he was able to keep his face buried if even for a moment, to hide the shame and embarrassment he felt digging away at his soul, doing more damage then his beatings or sexual abuse could ever do.


As those hands moved up his smooth inner thighs, griping them and pulling his hips backwards, Cloud made a sound, muffled as it was, but a sound of great disapproval.


Laughing was again heard as Loz tightened his hold around his wrists and another hand took a hold of Cloud’s hair and pulled his head up off the mattress. He soon found himself coming face to face with a rather large hardened length of the other brother, as the man rested on his knees upon the bed before him. Cloud dared to look up after making such a sound and wasn’t surprised when he was met with glaring, uncaring eyes. Yazoo didn’t even smile so much as he glared, his eyes growing darker with no shred or promise of compassion.


“What was that? I dare say you are not refusing us hmmm?” Yazoo hummed darkly, delicately taking Cloud’s chin and guiding it forward towards the crown of his bobbing cock. Yazoo tilted his head to the side and paused, using one finger to jerk Cloud face skyward so he could get a good look at it, his grip then fully taking the blonde’s chin, increasing in strength as he held it. “Oh? Are you crying? “ He spat coldly. “ How wonderful…isn’t it wonderful, Loz?” Yazoo asked, his tone humming and smooth, cold and distant.


“Yeah…” Loz grunted back pleasantly, all to happy with the situation at hand, as he gripped Cloud’s slender girlish thighs and held them tightly with only one hand. He didn’t give the blonde a chance for anything as he pressed the head of his length against Cloud’s unprepared entrance and thrust inward, burying himself hilt deep with a resounding low hissing moan. “Fuck yeah, he’s tight, Yazoo….an’ I get it tonight…” He purred teasingly, giving Cloud no time to adjust as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward into the blonde’s ass unforgivingly hard.


Yazoo merely rolled his eyes at Loz and turned his attention back to Cloud. “Don’t gloat, Loz.”


Loz only grinned.


Cloud blinked and tried to pull free from the vice grip of those two unyielding fingers that Yazoo had placed at the point of his chin. His eyes stared unmoving up at the vacant expression Yazoo wore, he heard the uncaring tone of the man behind him, and even knowing what was coming, he still tensed, having little time to react even if he so desired to incur more of the brother’s wrath by doing so. Cloud struggled uselessly within the unyielding hold Loz had on him, sucking in a quick breath trying to speak, to say anything against what was happening. All that came out was a terrible gasp of surprise. He shut his eyes tightly again.


Tears burned down Cloud’s cheeks and against his own will he cried out, screaming in pain as his vision blurred and fire raced up his spine, rippling like a knife cutting through his skin. His back arched unwillingly into the man’s thrusts and already the dull throbbing started, the beating of his heart matching that of the thrumming pain in his backside, his panted cries of pain spurting out with every uncaring thrust Loz made into him. He could barely struggle, as he was held suspended over the bed with his hands still held behind his back. Relentlessly he pulled at his arms only causing Loz to tighten his grip on both wrists that much more. His own cries of pleasure filled the small room, echoing also in Cloud’s mind, shaming him more then the pain did. He again wondered why he didn’t just fight back, why his will seemed to fail when it came to his so called ‘brothers’, forgetting that years of the same treatment have made his reactions numb and subdued. He was fearful…like a cowardly dog…and he hated himself for that. He wanted to struggle, to try and get away, but even if his body wanted that, his mind knew there was no use in trying. Things only grew worse when they did. Clouds own cries of pain and utter disgust at himself, also filled the room and he soon found himself giving in just to get it over with sooner.


With each thrust Cloud started to go numb, losing himself within his thoughts of self loathing, unaware that his cries were coming out now more as shallow whimpers as feelings unknown to him surfaced.


Unlike Kadaj, who cared little for the blonde’s well being and only used him long enough to satisfy his own dark cravings, Loz was different, taking his time and trying not be quick about it even if he was rough and far from gentle. It didn’t seem that Loz was trying to hurry things along…at all. Cloud was barely aware when a hand brushed along his cheek, coaxing his lips upwards again. His eyes, which were tightly screwed shut, slowly opened as a rather rough thrust slammed into him pulling a loud cry from his lips. With his mouth opened wide, his eyes slowly focusing now and he watched to his utter horror, Yazoo scoot forward to press his length against his lips.


Cloud made a sound that was a mixture of a groan and sounding ‘no’, at the same time, and tried to pull back, but that hand held his face firmly. A thumb slipped into his mouth to hold it open as the ungodly length was pushed in. He was again given no time to adjust as Yazoo literally started pounding his face with a relentless vigor. Now Clouds cries of slight pain were muffled…the only sounds now filling the room were the swift movements of bodies, of skin slapping against skin, and the sounds of pleasure coming out in washes of moans from the two brothers.


Cloud inwardly sunk to his lowest self-loathing ever, and if the streaming tears that blanketed his flushed cheeks were any proof, he would have wailed if he could.


The only one who really hurt Cloud out of spite and anger was Yazoo; his vow of never being punished because of the stupid blonde was evident. He was yelled at once and hit by Kadaj because of Cloud, and so, this was the brat’s punishment for it. Soon, Cloud’s prayers were answered. Yazoo did nothing but smile darkly as he and his brother finished, gathered their clothes, and left the room.


They had left Cloud no more then an hour later, leaving him sprawled upon his bed face down, panting and sobbing with more then just his tears smeared over his red, bruised, and bloodied skin. He lay there unmoving and simply drew his comforter over him, hoping that the darkness would take him, that sleep would take away the pain. A single thought passed his mind as his tired and worn body exhausted itself to sleep….Sephiroth…would he still love him after this? Those thoughts consumed him again, and as he fell asleep, a grace he sought every night sometimes, hoping not to wake up. New tears fell down his cheeks for a man he finally realized that he loved, that he truly and honestly loved, a man that he wanted to be held by, to be comforted by, even if it meant he would cry himself to sleep in his arms…he loved Sephiroth, and though he had said it before, those words, his feelings had never felt so real.


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“Hey…yo? Cloud?” a calming voice called out. Reno leaned over his Godchild, his expression completely and utterly pained and worried. He could see the bruises and the dried blood over the parts of the blonde’s body that were exposed to him. “Cloud?” Reno whispered again, timidly reaching out to brush the back of his hand over the boy’s forehead. He gasped as Cloud jerked away, instantly swiping his hand out upon instinct at the offending and surprising touch. Reno tried again.


“Cloud it’s me…Reno? Your Fairy God Friend?”


“Hmmm?” Cloud tried to say, quickly wincing at the throbbing in his head, the ache in his back and the dull pain in his ass. Hearing who it was and feeling angry, Cloud rolled over and pulled the covers up higher over his head.


“Go away…” he said flatly.


“Hey…I am sorry, yo. I uh…couldn’t stop it,” Reno pleaded gently, floating down to the ground and easing his limber body onto the bed next to Cloud, reaching out a hand to try and comfort him.


At his answer, Cloud grew angrier. He rolled over and met the redhead’s eyes with a heated glare. “ That is fucking bullshit…what about the other time?” he hissed, instantly sorry he yelled as the throbbing in his head soared to great heights of pain.


Reno blinked and lowered his head. “I said I was sorry…” he whispered.


This again didn’t settle well for Cloud and he shot the fairy another angry look.


“What do you mean you are just sorry? I called for you, even wished for you. You helped that one time, why not this time? Why leave me like this? Aren’t fairy Gods or whatever’s supposed to protect their Godchildren?” He spat back, panting as the anger took its hold over him, boiling up to the point that tears formed in his eyes again. He stared at Reno silently, waiting for an answer, daring the fairy to say anything else but ‘I’m sorry, yo’ again.


Reno cast sadden eyes upwards, his heart instantly breaking at the expression upon Cloud’s face when he saw the tears.


“ I couldn’t. They know something…maybe even sense something.”


“What?”


“After that last time, I wasn’t all too careful, I mean I tried to be, but they know something is up.”


“Who?”


“Your brothers.”


“What do you mean? They didn’t see you did they?”


“No…but.”


“But what?”


“But they know something is going on because one just doesn’t vanish out of thin air…I made a mistake, yo,” Reno said, somewhat defeated, then he sighed. “You know I would have taken you away from them in a heartbeat, but I risk being found out and I don’t wanna loose you, yo. I like you, Cloud, and I am sorry you’re hurting,” Reno added softly, reaching over to brush a few strands of matted blonde locks off of Cloud’s forehead.


“I don’t want to lose you either…you are the only friend I have ever had.” Cloud admitted, not pulling away from the touch, his anger slowly melting away, becoming more worry for his fairy then anger. “But Reno… I thought everything was okay? What happened?” He asked, slowly trying to sit up, wincing in pain when his backside met the plush mattress and still ached terribly.


“Well, yeah I did yo. I mean I messed with their memories when I zapped you away that one time, but I can’t completely take them away ‘cause that goes against fairy code. I can’t mess with people’s minds to the point where I take away their memories completely. I can only cloud them slightly. I guess I just didn’t do it good enough.” He breathed regretfully, his shoulders slumping. “…but at least we didn’t get parted right, yo?”


“Parted, parted how and why?” Cloud asked suddenly worried about honestly loosing the only friend he’d ever had, well Sephiroth was one now, but that was different.


Reno nodded. “Yeah, even though I did everything by the book, if they find me, and by they I mean your brother’s, I’d be taken from you and you’d have no memory of me at all…and fuck, I don’t want that dude.”


“I don’t either…” Cloud quickly said, shaking his head though remembering to do it gently.


“Well then, just know I am sorry. I really cried at what happened. The only thing I can give you now is your wish to see Sephiroth again. You know his birthday is tonight right? His party? You still wanna go? I mean maybe I can do something to help those wounds?” He suggested, knowing that the first time Cloud had been beaten when he was around, he had out rightly refused it and that had stumped him greatly, but this time what Cloud said surprised him.


“I understand Reno, but I will be fine….I….” He paused at the mention of seeing Sephiroth again and nearly panicked, freezing in all aspects of his being. “…I can’t see him like this…Reno….” Cloud instantly pleaded, his blue eyes wide and worried.


Reno nodded and smiled. “Glad you see it my way this time and your wish is my command, so let’s get you ready to meet your man again.” He said, his tone joyful again, and sounding much, much more relieved.


Cloud smiled and again surprised the redhead by literally leaping forward, ignoring all his pains to wrap his arms around his fairy and hug him.


“Reno…I really love you, yo!” He said softly, grinning from ear to ear.


Reno smiled back and welcomed the hug, wrapping his arms carefully around the blonde and hugging him back. He was just about to concede to the fact that this was a happy moment when the blonde had uttered his knowing catch phrase.


“Hey, that is so my word, you can’t use…s’not funny man.” He spat back, giving Cloud a light pat on his back, but still laughed at the tease. “And you don’t sound cool at all saying yo, yo. You sound ridiculous.”


Cloud guffawed and pulled back from Reno, frowning, though it was clear by the look in his eyes, that he was happy, and knew the fairy was teasing.


“I do not, that’s mean.”


“Naw, shut up yo, you do!” Reno said leaning in so his nose pressed against Cloud’s, grinning when the blonde obviously blushed because of it. “So let’s get…”


“You have really pretty eyes Reno.” Cloud whispered, cutting the fairy’s words off and surprising him yet again. Now it was Reno’s turn to blush. He pulled back to sit face to face with Cloud again and placed his hands upon his hips defiantly.


“Shut the fuck up, you flamer.” Reno spat.


“Flighty fag.” Cloud said back with two raised eyebrows.


“Girly thighs….”


“Small wings…guess that matches the size of you dick right?”


Reno’s eyes widened. “Hey, fuck off yo…I’m not gonna compare cock sizes with you, but I’ll have you know…mine pleases all.”


“Oh? Well maybe you should show me some time.” Cloud teased back. They both knew it was a joke, but that didn’t stop Reno from blushing again.


“You’re a little blonde bastard.”


“I know…” Cloud smiled back.


But then the pair of them started laughing, and for the first time in the past day and a half, Cloud felt happy again. He was completely comfortable around the redhead, his fairy, and he could honestly feel a strong affection for the celestial being. Then with the help of his fairy Reno, he was mended up and they readied for Sephiroth’s, the Prince’s, birthday bash.


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Zack stood before the King’s door and took a deep breath. He received a summon to meet with the King early that morning and he and Sephiroth had spent most of breakfast mulling over what it could be about. Zack had promised to tell Sephiroth everything once he returned. So, with a second deep breath, and receiving an odd glare from one of the guards standing at the door seeming puzzled by his pause, Zack blew the man a kiss and knocked.


A calm voice answered back. “Come in.”


Zack beamed with pride as the guard flushed and completely avoided eye contact with him for the rest of the few seconds he remained in his presence. Calmly he opened the door and stepped in, shutting it behind him and giving Rufus a curt quick bow.


“You asked to speak to me, Your Highness?"


“Ah yes, come in, Zackary. Come sit before me,” Rufus said pleasantly, his voice purring with an odd unsettling inflection that Zack didn’t like from the get go. He gave the King another quick bow and quickly marched over to the plush red fabric chair before the King’s desk and sat down, folding his hands neatly in his lap.


Rufus met the man’s eyes and got right to the point.


“Zackary you would agree that you are Prince Sephiroth’s trusted Butler right?” he said all too coolly for Zack’s liking.


“Yes, Your Highness?” Zack said, somewhat confused. Was that a trick question?


“And you would agree that even though you listen to every direct order he gives you, that ultimately you fall under my command, correct?”


“Of course, Your Highness,” Zack said again, his insides were spinning madly, but he managed to keep his expression calm. Rufus raised his hand to the raven-haired man and waved it off-handedly.


“Please, for now, Zackary, just call me Rufus. I really do hate all the formalities when it is just you and I here,” he said giving a pleasant nod and a smile that crept Zack out to no ends.


“Okay…Rufus?” Zack answered back, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck before continuing. “So, what can I do for you?”


Rufus continued to smile back at the Butler, leaning forward just a tad closer to him and clasping his hands softly together.


“I’ll get right to the point; you see, I have a problem that I need you to take care of for me and only you can do this for me. You did manage to speak with the land owner Kadaj did you not?”


“Yes? Why? What is it you want me to do?” Zack asked, a slight confused frown forming over his brow.


Rufus smile deepened when he noticed the unsettlement. “Well, it has come to my attention that the Prince has been seen flaunting around with some slave boy and I will not have it, so I made a business deal with his owners and bought him, and I want you to go and fetch the boy for me, but I assume, considering the circumstances now, that he has already been invited to the party tonight, so…I want you seize him there and lock him up. I will take care of him after that,” Rufus said coldly. Then his expression darkened sending a cold chill throughout the room and up Zack’s spine, but he paused to give the man before him time to process what he had said.


Zack couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes, even if he kept his face from showing it. Did the King mean Cloud? Zack panicked inwardly. This wasn’t happening, somehow Rufus had found out about Sephiroth and Cloud. Zack knew that the Prince and King’s relationship wasn’t one classified as a heated love affair, or even a friendship for that matter, but he hadn’t honestly expected Rufus to be so cold. He didn’t like what he was hearing in the least bit.


“Rufus…Sir?” Zack questioned.


Rufus nodded and then continued without a hitch. “I will not have the name of this good Kingdom ruined by some fleeting sexual scandal and I am quite sure you would agree, seeing as it would concern our Sephiroth…am I correct?”


Zack nodded. “Y-Yes…but…”


Rufus raised his hand to quickly quiet the man, smiling softly as Zack stuttered. His tone was firm and commanding. “That is an order. The deal has already been made, so you will do as I say, because I’d really hate to lose such a loyal Butler,” he said smoothly, unthreading and rethreading his fingers calmly, his gaze studying the man with a knowing threat.


Zack tensed and his eyes widened briefly. Fear and worry reflected all over his face for a small second before he sucked it back in, hoping to save face, hoping to not show that he knew anything. But that was a futile effort…at best.


“I see, and no, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to our Kingdom, but Sephiroth…I mean…he….” Zack was trying hard not to say anything that would give it away that he knew something, but his mind was a blur with ultimate panic. What was he going to do about Sephiroth? Zack gasped and met the King’s gaze with hard eyes.


“He what? Loves the faggot?” Rufus cut in, laughing lewdly. “If you think I am so stupid as to not see that, then you have me pegged all wrong my boy,” he said coldly and without feeling. “Now, I meant this to be a pleasant conversation, and I sure hope that you will do as you are told, follow your orders, and try not to be the brave bold one…” Rufus said lowly, meeting the man’s gaze with the same hardness.


Zack shook his head and quickly rose, damn he wanted out of here fast. “No, Rufus, Sir, I won’t,” he responded quickly and bowed again, hoping he would be released now. To his relief Rufus bowed back letting Zack know he was allowed to leave. Then the King stood up from his chair and grinned again.


“Oh, and Zack…” he said, catching the man just as he had his hand on the door. “…Sephiroth is not to know of this; if you tell him, know that your life will come to a swift end…” Rufus added, watching in utter joy as Zack turned sharply around to face him, fear evident in his eyes with realization, and then had nodded quickly and had practically bolted for the hall.


Rufus sat back down, leaning back in his chair and folded his arms behind his head. A long pleasant sigh fell from his lips. If this all goes well, then his Kinghood would be secure for the rest of his life, he thought with a widening grin. For Rufus, the cards were falling into place and everyone on the table was his to move, mold and shape to his own liking. It was like a perfect game board rigged for him to win. Yes, tonight Rufus would have the best sleep ever. His mind would finally be at ease and he would have a nice present as his own reward, to use as he so pleased. This blonde, that Sephiroth had such and affection for, would be the only tool he would need to place Sephiroth right where he wanted him…under his control, in his bed…and away from his throne. It was going to be the best evening ever, not to mention he was getting a two for one deal.


Sephiroth + Cloud = Kingdom.


Rufus sighed again in deep resounding pleasure.


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Zack barely spoke or acknowledged anyone on his walk back to the Prince’s wing. His mind was consumed with dread. He would have to take Cloud away. He would have to hurt Sephiroth, a man he himself actually loved and Rufus damn well knew it. That was why he had chosen him to do the job, to hit the Prince right where it mattered, his love and his best friend. It would completely tear the man down. Zack paused at the Prince’s door, swallowing a deep regretful breath, doing his best to compose himself before he entered.


The door opened quietly and as Zack moved further into the room, he noticed it was quiet and that nothing was really moving around. With a sigh of relief he smoothly shut the door and stepped further into Sephiroth’s living space. He gave another brief sigh of relief that was quickly shattered when the soft sound of a door opening behind him filled the room. He could feel the heat of a finished shower moving up along his spine like a dreadful wave of something he did not wish to address.


“Hey.”


Zack tried not to jump but he did, and quickly turned to face his friend, who stood before him wrapped in just a towel, low around his waist.


“Did I scare you?” Sephiroth questioned, smoothing out his hair by running his fingers through it.


“Yeah, a little…but it’s okay.” Zack said lightly, giving the man a small smile.


“So what did Rufus have to say, huh?”


Zack paled. This was the question he didn’t want to answer and even though he knew it would be one of the first things Sephiroth would ask him about, he still had hope that he wouldn’t bring it up. Reaching up to scratch his head he shrugged.


“Guest list crap, really…prissy Butler stuff, you know,” he lied, looking away purposefully.


Sephiroth studied his close friend for a long time; he could sense something was up.


“That right? Is that all?” He questioned flatly.


Zack nodded and wondered over towards the closet, hoping to end this conversation quickly by bringing up the party again and the fact that Sephiroth should pick out something nice to see Cloud in. Cloud! Zack thought, finding his heart nearly break at the thought of the boy, and he was suddenly angered by the fact that he was the one being forced to ruin the lives of those he cared about.


“Yeah, that is…so…what are you going to wear to impress your boyfriend, hmm?” Zack inquired sweetly. This in fact, at the mere mention of Cloud, brought Sephiroth’s mind to other things rather then what his friendly Butler and Rufus had spoken about. He quickly followed the brunet and passed him by, entering the walk-in closet.


“I was thinking this silver and black number.” Sephiroth said softly, picking out the outfit to show the man. It had the slight appearance of Japanese formal wear, with long black pants that of course would look nice with a pair of dress boots and a thigh long dress shirt, which in color, was a slate grayish sliver with a swirling pattern that was barely visible only in certain reflective lights and had black trim that matched the pants. The buttons were carved out circles matching the swirling pattern of the top.


Zack couldn’t help but smile. The man would look incredible in that outfit and surely would be the star of the party even if it wasn’t his birthday.


“I think it’s perfect. New, I suppose?


“Yes…it was sent as a gift, but I think it works perfectly.” Sephiroth added pleasantly.


“Most definitely!” Zack chimed back in, still trying to hide his inner turmoil. “It will sure be a night to remember though,” he added. Sephiroth didn’t look up from the garment as he made to smooth out some of the wrinkles with the back of his hand.


“It will be much better having him there, otherwise I don’t think I could go.”


“I know.”


Sephiroth smiled, his thoughts far to consumed by the fact that he was going to see Cloud again that he didn’t even consider once that Zack’s unease was a result of something other then a creepy encounter with the King.


“Oh, and Zack…”


“Hmmm?”


“Don’t forget to get Cloud’s present. I have been waiting to give it to him for weeks now and tonight is perfect.” Sephiroth said softly, smiling as he walked his garment over to his bed and laid it down. Zack’s shoulder’s slumped but he turned and followed the man out.


“Right…the Opal Fairy Child Figurine…I am sure he will love it.”


“I know he will considering that was what he broke when we first met, and even then I could tell it meant something to him.” Sephiroth mused with a continuing smile that nearly broke Zack’s heart right then and there.


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Several hours later the party was in full swing. Guests from around the palace and beyond had arrived to see and celebrate the Prince’s birthday with him, but none of the guests were so waited upon, so needing to see, then the one thing that brought Sephiroth to his own party. Cloud, the person he most wanted to see and share this night with had yet to arrive. So, Sephiroth had remained seated at the large oval table in the center of the room.


Rufus, thankfully, was wondering around the room, prancing and mingling with the fake and drooling public, while he had found it much better for those who had wanted to see him, to have actually come over to his side of the room to speak to him. Nothing brought him more pleasure then to make others work for what they wanted, especially those he loathed. And of course he put on the best friendly and most charming expression he could, not surprised when he had both men and women swooning over his every word, while what was most on his mind, and what had his eyes constantly flicking to the entrance over and over again, was Cloud. His thoughts off and on, had wondered on just what his angel would wear and he found himself daydreaming, even with the conversations around him and directed at him, that he wouldn’t mind if he showed up in nothing at all.


Another hour went by…


“Hey come on, yo! You don’t have a lot of time!” Reno whined, nudging Cloud by his shoulders and pushing him further down the hall and towards the bustling entrance.


“But what if…”


“They aren’t there…I told ya I checked, yo! Don’t ya trust me?”


Cloud halted and turned a glaring look over his shoulders. “Should I?”


Reno frowned and rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up, are you not over that yet…I told yah I was sorry and don’t worry I plan on keeping my eyes wide open tonight. I got your back, yo!” he added confidently.


Cloud let his shoulders drop and he stepped forward on his own now. Fear still ebbed in his chest for an unknown reason and yet the mere thought, that only several feet through that door, he would be with Sephiroth, made his heart sing.


“I know, I know…I trust you,” he said softly, pausing. Then taking in a deep breath he turned fully to face the hovering man above him. Cloud’s eyes widened and his lips turned up in a hopeful smile. “Wish me luck?”


“Good luck, yo!” Reno beamed back down at the boy, reaching a hand out to ruffle his spiky locks.


Cloud hissed and threw his hand up batting the redhead’s hand away. “Don’t, I just fixed them…” he teased, trying to sound mad but ending up laughing in both nervousness and happiness. Then without another word spoken, he boldly stepped forward, his foot catching the light reflecting out from the room that cast a shadow upon the floor, just as Sephiroth took a brief moment to glance at the entrance again. Then as if in a dream…everything slowed.


Sephiroth’s breath stilled. Three people moved quickly through the entrance but one hesitated, stepping fully into the frame of the opening just as his green eyes had wondered slowly up to catch the face of…


“Would you excuse me?” Sephiroth said to the three guests who had taken seats around him and had been literally bugging him for the past half hour with worthless idle chatting. He rose from his seat, not even caring to look back at his guests as he quickly, though smoothly, made his way towards the door, his eyes locked intently upon his target. They danced with the sight of him, reveled in how the grey blue dress pants clung to his intended’s hips, at how the long sleeve short robe like top, a brilliant white, tailored along its hem line with the same blue as his pants, wrapped around his slender waist and tied just above the boy’s right hip, and he certainly didn’t miss the small amount of skin peaking out from the v-neck collar either. He was several feet away when Cloud’s eyes seemed to notice him just as suddenly.


Cloud’s heart skipped a beat but he didn’t have much time to react before the heaviness and strength of the man was wrapping everything he had around him.


“Cloud…” Sephiroth breathed into his hair, making Cloud swoon in happiness.


“Happy Birthday, Sephiroth.” Cloud tried to say even as his face continued to be smashed against the hard chest of the Prince. And he certainly didn’t mind. As the shock wore off, and with Sephiroth still hugging him, Cloud lifted his arms and wrapped them around the man also.


Sephiroth smiled, giving a strong happy shudder before finally pulling back to meet the boy face to face. He reached up a hand and gently brushed it over Cloud’s cheek, nearly loosing his breath when the boy leaned into his touch and sighed.


“Hey…” Sephiroth purred sweetly. “Thanks. Didja miss me?”


“Yes…” Cloud answered back all to quickly, leaning forward to pull himself tightly back within the man’s arms.


It was now Sephiroth’s turn to feel his heart melt and he couldn’t help but return the welcoming hug right back. It was then that he squeezed a little to hard. Cloud suddenly yelped and instinctively pulled free from him.


“Cloud?”


“I…am sorry…it’s nothing…” the blonde stuttered, quickly looking to the floor. He knew Reno could heal, somewhat, the outside wounds, but nothing but time could prevent them from being so sore.


Sephiroth studied his love for a moment and his eyes narrowed. He had hugged the blonde tight, but he hadn’t thought that tight, still Cloud had jumped and cried out softly in pain. He could only draw one conclusion.


“Did you get beat again? Did they…hurt you?”


All Cloud did was lower his head and nod, thus making the Prince angry, pained and completely horrified all in one breath. Sephiroth understood the unspoken meaning behind his question. He understood all to well that the slight wary and shameful nod had made it clear, without Cloud having to say so, and he could only assume it meant one ting….his love had been violated. Even if Sephiroth had instantly wanted to leave and tear the cocks off of the men who did it, he knew that now wasn’t the time…Cloud needed him and the comfort only he could provide.


“Cloud….” Sephiroth breathed softly, reaching for the blonde and gently pulling him back into his protective arms. “I am so sorry….”


“Seph, it’s okay. I don’t want to think about it. It’s over, let’s not talk about it,” Cloud pleaded softly.


That only confirmed in his mind that his assumptions were true. Anger swelled in his heart again, followed by an odd sense of jealousy. Those thoughts swarmed his mind and he suddenly felt incredibly pained by the fact that he wasn’t going to be Cloud’s….wait, this was not the time to worry about that… But then his mind focused on the thought that ‘violation or rape’, he wouldn’t speak it aloud, wasn’t a pleasant experience and what he could give Cloud was.


“Alright, I understand. Hey, I have something to give you, so let’s go somewhere quiet. I think we both need some much needed time alone hmmm?” he whispered, nuzzling into the blonde’s hair again. Sephiroth felt the boy ease and then step back from him, giving him a short quick nod.


The pair moved down the hall, taking a quick left and then a right. Sephiroth pushed open a large glass door and guided Cloud out onto an empty balcony, where they could finally be alone. Cloud stepped away from the Prince, his eyes wide, as he approached the edge.


“Seph!”


“Hmmm?”


“The….it’s beautiful!”


Sephiroth smiled and slowly walked up behind him, sliding his arms beneath Cloud’s and pulling him by waist towards him, pressing his back against his chest.


“Never seen it from this height huh?” Sephiroth purred leaning down to brush his lips along the edge of Cloud’s ear lovingly.

Shaking his head, he couldn’t hold back the sigh at the feeling of affection from the man, and he leaned back, pressing his body against Sephiroth’s willingly. “No…” He whispered. “…but to see it here with you, Sephiroth, is amazing…and I…”


“Hmmm?”


“I love you…”


Sephiroth’s eyes closed at the sweet words, words that sounded truer then he’d ever heard. His heart swelled inside his chest and he felt happier then he’d ever been in his whole life. He leaned forward more, kissing the brim of the blonde’s ear softly before trailing down and planting kisses along every inch of skin he could reach. He was pleased when he felt Cloud sigh and shudder against him.


“Angel, I love you, too….” he whispered back, feeling a smile form on Cloud’s face without even looking at him.


“Will you make me forget?”


“Forget what love?”


“The…other’s touch….I….” Cloud turned within Sephiroth’s hold and reached up to grab two fists full of fabric along the Prince’s chest. He clung to them tightly, needingly. “…I want to remember your touch only, so that it doesn’t hurt anymore….” He added softly. His eyes were wide, needing, and so blue, Sephiroth knew he could never say no to anything his love could ever request or ask for.


He reached up with both hands to cup the blonde’s face, feeling a soft whimper fall from Cloud’s sweet plush lips. “I can do more then that, my love,” he whispered back, leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against the blonde’s.


For a moment Cloud seemed stunned, but that moment was only a fraction of a second. The boy’s eyes slid shut and he leaned forward as well, pressing his lips without hesitation into Sephiroth, slipping his tongue along the Prince’s and lightly begging for entrance. To say Sephiroth was surprised at the sudden boldness was an understatement, but he didn’t give it much thought, instantly smiling and parting his lips to allow the blonde’s tongue to merge and dance with his.


A small moan fell from Cloud’s lips, this time taking him by surprise, and before he could slip further into the knowledge that his love was slowly making him lose it, Sephiroth broke the kiss and stepped back. He wasn’t surprised when he did that, that he was met with wide blue eyes that screamed fearfully that he had done something wrong. To calm this he brought his hands back up to cup Cloud’s face again, leaning forward to give him a quick chaste kiss before stepping back once again.


“Hey, you can kiss me like that again anytime…” Sephiroth tried to tease, to lighten the mood.


Cloud blushed at the statement and looked away.


“I have something for you, Cloud.”


This brought the blonde’s eyes right back up to stare in odd wonder at the man.


“Isn’t this supposed to be….Oh! No! I didn’t, I forgot to bring you a present.” Cloud suddenly whined painfully, planting his face firmly within his hands and turning around halfway.


Sephiroth smiled. “Having you here is the only present I need and the best one tonight,” he added, reaching for the boy again softly.


“What?” Cloud squeaked, blushing furiously as he met the cool green eyes of the Prince’s again, not able to help that warm loving feeling flow through him even more.


“It’s true…” Sephiroth whispered softly, nodding once. He then straightened his shoulders and dropped his hands from the boy’s face, slipping one inside his inner shirt pocket and pulling something out. “…I feel really bad for what happened, so, I got you this,” he said warmly. The Prince held out his hand to the still shocked blonde and opened it before him, revealing an identical Opal Fairy Child Figurine to Cloud. It was the same one that had gotten broken upon their first meeting.


“SEPH!” Cloud exclaimed, not even hesitating to snatch the figurine from the man’s hand, and clutched it tightly to his chest. “How did you? I though I bought the last one?” he asked, blinking in bewilderment at the man.


Sephiroth lightly laughed and smiled warmly. “I am the Prince, Cloud. I can get whatever I want. Does this mean you like it?”


Cloud literally bounced like a spring frog, coming forward and mashing into him with a strength Sephiroth didn’t expect. One arm immediately wrapped around his shoulder while the other remained tight to his small chest, clutching the gift like it was the most precious thing in the world.


“It’s the best thing I could have ever received…I…don’t deserve you, but I want you, always, Sephiroth,” he whispered in muffled words into the larger man’s chest. “Thank you.”


Both arms, strong and loving, encased the boy to him. “You are welcome, love, and yes you do deserve me,” Sephiroth whispered back, burying his head into the soft spikes of Cloud’s hair, smiling even more when he felt the boy lean up into the gesture and step closer to tighten the hug. Nothing more needed to be said as the couple shared a long moment of silence and the warmest embrace either had ever had in a lifetime of loneliness. All was perfect. Everything was just like a fairytale…


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Zack watched painfully from behind the glass door that led to the balcony. His pain had grown to anger and then had changed to something that was without feeling…like being numb when one was close to death. The night was young, and although he knew what he had to do, he would give his Prince, his best friend, the person he loved more then anything, this one perfect moment…if only it could ever be just a moment, this moment.


He wasn’t there when Sephiroth led Cloud out of the balcony and down the hall; far away from the party and uncaring if he was even missed at all.


Reno, having never left the blonde’s side, frowned down that the brunet who didn’t seem all too happy about what he was seeing on the balcony and not in a jealous sort of way, but something else. He had watched Zack leave, and then Sephiroth and Cloud, but as he turned to follow, with the intent to stop whatever this bad feeling he was having was, something hard and burning like fire seized his whole body. Reno watched in horror as a glowing blue light formed before his eyes and every bone in his magical body froze. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t reach for his wand, he couldn’t cry for help. His eyes clouded over and he groaned in fear as he felt his body being drained of something precious…his powers. Everything slowed before his eyes and he watched the ground grow slowly closer, his eyes seeking out the vanishing form of his Godchild, as he and the Prince disappeared around a corner. No one was there to hear or see him appear before normal eyes and fall bonelessly to the ground, or to see the four figures that approached him from behind.


Kadaj folded his arms smugly over his chest and smiled with utter darkness.


“Well, well, well, so this is what our rat has been keeping quiet for so long…” he laughed. “ Loz, Yazoo, collect our prize,” he demanded. Then turning to the man clad in white next to him, his smile darkened more. “Better tell your King….the price has doubled.”


Hojo smiled back, reached up and scratched his chin, then laughed. “Oh I am sure he’d be willing to pay a hefty amount…for that…” he added. The both of them turned their gaze towards the white dressed, fiery haired, creature, that Loz, and Yazoo were gathering up from the floor.


Kadaj laughed. “He better…let’s go…I have questions…”


Hojo returned the laugh, more pleased at the existence that had been revealed to them today then anything else.


Reno, although he couldn’t move, could see somewhat and hear everything. He couldn’t fight it when he was picked up, nor could do much of anything as he was dragged in the opposite direction of Cloud. His heart sank. Cloud was on his own, and he had promised to be there to keep him safe. He had failed. “I am so sorry, Cloud….” he whispered to himself. He could only hope that Sephiroth would be able to take care of Cloud if anything happened…for there was nothing he could do at this point.


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Pushing open the door to his room, Sephiroth led the blonde in, hooking one arm around the his waist and shutting the door. Cloud tensed a little, knowing why they were here, but still not able to drop the anxiety he felt. Sephiroth seeming to pick up on it a bit, leaned down and kissed his love’s cheek.


“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he whispered.


“Seph. No,” Cloud breathed loudly, shaking slightly. He turned to face the man again, one hand reaching up to take Sephiroth’s face and gently held it. “It’s what I want, only you, for the rest of my life…I need this…I don’t want remember anyone else’s touch but yours,” he said again. His words were soft, a bit shaky, but honest, his eyes reflecting the same.


Sephiroth nodded and stared into those wide blue expanses of warmth for a moment, not wanting to question his love, and wanting to make better whatever Cloud needed.


A heartbeat later, the two lay side by side upon Sephiroth’s bed, naked, limbs tangled, hands stroking soft skin for comfort, and lips sealed tenderly together in warm, slow kisses. Cloud’s skin was flushed by the caring attention and by being so close to his love in a way he hadn’t ever been or felt before. He was scared shitless for reasons only he knew he could explain, but with every caress and every kiss the man graced him with, it was helping, helping to ease his stress and level of fear until he felt relaxed enough to speak again.


“Sephiroth?” he whispered softly, reaching up to run his fingers through long silver white strands.


“Yes?” Sephiroth answered back kissing along the blonde’s neck.


“Will…will you make love to me?” Cloud asked, instantly closing his eyes in embarrassment, even if he really wanted what he had requested.


Sephiroth was shocked for a moment but soon smiled, His warm features gazing back up to meet Clouds, grinning more at the tightly closed eyes and flushed cheeks he received.


“If that is what you want?”


“Yes, it is…” Cloud whispered so small it could barely be heard. Slowly he opened his eyes, taking a deep breath, and met those before him. The hand that had been stroking his love’s wonderfully soft locks moved up to cup his cheek and he ran his thumb over the man’s lower lip. “…I want to be with you, Sephiroth, for real.”


Sephiroth’s heart jumped. He smiled and tilted his head to the left a bit and kissed that small precious thumb. “Then I will make sure you feel nothing but love and pleasure, and I promise if you say stop even once, then we can just wait and hold each other for the rest of the night.” He added softly, leaning forward to capture Cloud’s lips again in a sweet and tender kiss.


Cloud nodded, though cut off by the kiss, and slipped both arms around the broad shoulders of the man and just held him, returning the kiss softly and with open love.


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It wasn’t hard to relax with how Sephiroth’s hands and lips moved over him, and Cloud found that more and more of his fears were vanishing with each caress and each soft murmuring word of affection. He couldn’t help but feel extremely lucky to have a man such as the Prince in his life. To have fallen in love with him and to have it returned was more then his lonely heart could have ever hoped for. It was like a dream come true.


He eased more with each touch, finding that his quieted voice and soft breaths were growing louder and louder with each kiss to his skin and caresses to areas he never dreamed or imagined could feel so good. Cloud felt his insides turn summersaults and his heart rate increased to the point he thought it couldn’t possibly stay within his chest any longer. His shallow cries now sounded more like soft whimpers and pleas for the pleasure to never stop.


“Seph….Seph…” Cloud panted softly, when those ever giving and warm lips pressed low about his waist and moved even lower to trail along the shapely v-muscle over his hips


“Hmmm? Does it feel good, Cloud?” Sephiroth whispered, teething that muscle and feeling the boy jerk at the added attention there.


“Y-yes, don’t stop, please…”


“Never…”


Sephiroth moved lower then, burying his nose within the yellow fuzz that surrounded the girth of his lover’s length, his hands wandering down along the boy’s sides, teasing and caressing him, then moved lower. One took his waist and the other wrapped slowly but firmly around the heated muscle pressing against his cheek. He gave Cloud one slow stroke, moving his hand from the base all the way to the crown, thumbing the sensitive area knowingly, blue eyes watching patiently to see how his love reacted.


Cloud shuddered, panting loudly in a sort of breathless sound that left Sephiroth aching to hear more, and he flushed even redder. His hips shook and then rose off the bed at the slow stroke, and his hands slipped from wherever they were previously to fist the sheets at his sides.


“Gods…Seph…” he panted, squeezing his eyes shut and arching needingly against the man.


Sephiroth moved his hand back down and repeated the slow stroke, pleased that his love was enjoying it, only this time he squeezed a little as he moved his hand back up. This brought an equally loud moan from the blonde, whose hips spasmed and jutted against Sephiroth’s hand as he arched in a perfect bow off the bed to meet each stroke.


The prince purred softly, turning his head to plant several small kisses from the base up, and as he reached the swollen head of his lover’s heat, he parted his lips and took just the crown into his mouth. Sucking lightly, both hands moved to settle about the boy’s waist, holding him firmly but not hard enough to prevent that perfect body from bucking and lurching up to meet him.


Cloud threw his head back when those lips moved around him, parting his lips, breathing a loud hoarse groan that only escalated when Sephiroth moved lower, fully encasing him within his mouth. The Prince sucked gingerly, trailing and flicking his tongue along the sensitive vein beneath as he bobbed his head up and back down slowly. He watched with lust filled eyes as Cloud jerked again, yanked on the sheets his hands were already white knuckled over, and cried out in sheer abandoned pleasure. He moaned as his name was panted several times matching each bob of his head and each roll of the blonde’s hips. Cloud was a writhing mess beneath him, and soon those soft cries started to grow louder, longer, and uncontrolled.


When Sephiroth could just barely taste his lover’s essence start to leak from the tip, he drew his lips back, allowing Cloud’s hips to fall heavily back onto the bed with a soft whimper escaping his lips. Cloud’s face was flushed, his body already layered with a thin sheen glow of sweat, just by the intensity of what Sephiroth had already done. Blue eyes opened and turned down to stare somewhat perplexed and curiously at the man.


“…Se..ph…” was all Cloud could manage to say at this point.


Sephiroth smiled and whispered, “Yes my angel,” before dipping down to slowly kiss his way back up the blonde’s body, thrilled when the minute his lips made contact with skin again, Cloud relaxed and breathed his name softly at each feathering kiss. Once to his chin, Sephiroth pressed his lips to Cloud’s and kissed him, sighing when hands released the sheets and moved around to hold his shoulders tightly. He deepened the kiss and Cloud all to happily returned it, parting his lips and seeking to merge their tongues together as if they were dancing the most perfect dance. Sephiroth couldn’t help but groan into it.


All things seemed to be warming inside him, and Cloud felt his fears fade, his desires were strong but….he gasped…the shifting weight and the slight pressure of something warm and small pressing against his entrance, made him break the kiss suddenly and pull back.


Sephiroth froze and met his lover’s face with a furrowed brow and a gentle kiss to his lips. His finger paused all movement against his love.


“Do you want me to stop….it’s alright if you do. I understand,” he whispered warmly, kissing Cloud’s flushed cheek a few times in an attempt to comfort him.


It took a few minutes for Cloud to fight that sudden rush of fear and he hated himself for it. Here he was, with the man of his dreams, who had no intentions of hurting him, kissing, touching, and loving him like no other, and he was frozen, stilled with fear and a shadowed pain he thought he could forget. Tears of both anger and frustration formed at the corners of his eyes and he was just about to apologize to the man when….he gasped again….he felt the soft warm lips of the Prince move to his right eye, then left, and softly kissed his tears away. The action was so sweet, so warm and caring, so loving in all the right ways, that it made the world faze into a perfect ball of warm feelings and comfort, that caused his body to do nothing but cry heavily. Tears, more then he would have liked fell from his eyes in waves of feelings he was finally letting go. Cloud hadn’t wanted to cry before his love but, it seemed inevitable.


“Seph…I’m…”


“Ssssh…my love, I am here,” Sephiroth breathed softly against his cheek, continuing to kiss away each fallen tear with the utmost care.


Arms tightened around him and he felt Cloud rise up to press his face into his neck, placing it there maybe to hide the tears or his embarrassment, but whatever it was it didn’t matter. If this was what he needed, Sephiroth was willing to give it. For several moments Sephiroth remained still, letting Cloud hold him, and letting him release whatever emotions he needed to. After a few minutes, Cloud relaxed and rested back down against the bed. He reached one hand up to finger through the Prince’s hair and he met his eyes. Cloud wanted to say thank you, to say that the man above him was a dream come true, to tell him that he was alright and that it wasn’t him he feared, but a memory, yet nothing of what he said even came close to that.


“Seph…I…” He said softly.


Sephiroth smiled warmly and leaned down to meet his lips again with a kiss of pure understanding that stole Cloud’s breath away.


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Another long session of soft words, tender caresses and warm kisses followed, as Sephiroth was gentle with Cloud, making sure every move he made his love relaxed with. The moment he had pushed only one finger inside him, Cloud had tensed immediately and if it hadn’t been for the fact it was Sephiroth over him, and that he had his arm secured gently around the blonde’s waist, Cloud would have jumped and fled the bed before he could have blinked. As it was, he did not, and Sephiroth leaned down to whisper soft words of comfort against his ear. Cloud soon relaxed enough for him to even move his finger, but still jumped when he did, almost as if he were expecting pain, but it really, and if Cloud stopped to think about it, wasn’t painful. The feeling of Sephiroth’s finger moving inside him was now more weird then painful. The second finger had brought his body off the bed in surprise, that one was a little painful. But then Sephiroth had stopped, cursed at himself for forgetting something and had slid from the bed. It wasn’t entirely a romantic thing, but the lewd language that had followed the Prince when he found that what he was looking for wasn’t in his nightstand, had caused Cloud to laugh, earning him a surprised but pleased look from the man as he hurried himself to the bathroom to retrieve whatever he was looking for.


As soon as he found it, Sephiroth was quickly sliding back in bed next to Cloud, giving him a quick kiss to the cheek, a soft apology, and a wide grin.


“You laughing at me?” He teased, grateful that the mood was lightened a bit.


“A little…what were you…Ohhhhh!” Cloud squeezed his eyes shut when he felt two fingers suddenly breech him. It wasn’t painful so much as it was a pure surprise. It felt slick and warm and very odd…tight was another good word. Sephiroth leaned in and nipped at his neck sweetly.


“Forgot the lube, love….”


“SEPH!”


“What?”


“Don’t say that…”


“But it’s true, I need it so I won’t hurt you.”


“Guh…I know, it just doesn’t sound romantic,” Cloud whined, groaning softly as those fingers were pushed deeper and then turned inside him.


“And laughing is?” he teased back.


Cloud moaned and his eyes snapped open to glare heatedly at the Prince. “And cursing is?”


“’Course…when you say, ‘Oh Fuck…that feels so good…fuck…Goddamn, don’t stop’!”


“SEPH!” Cloud whined with embarrassment, his nerves kicking in again. “I don’t say that!”


Sephiroth smiled. “ I know…”


A low rumbling laugh rolled through Sephiroth’s chest and he smiled more at their playful banter. He then pulled his fingers free and shifted his position again, gently kneeing Cloud’s thighs apart and settling his hips between them. Something hard, warm, and thick, pressed against where fingers had left a shadowing feeling. Cloud seemed to sense the sudden change and closed his eyes quickly in a soft gasp, before he opened them again and stared intensely into his lover’s cool green ones. This time when he whispered the man’s name, it was more nervous then scolding.


Sephiroth met his love’s eyes and nuzzled his lips against his nose. “It’s alright, are you ready?” he asked softly. He could feel the fear radiating from the boy, but he could also feel the need, though if Cloud asked it of him, he would stop in a heartbeat. This was for Cloud, his love, and this moment.


Cloud nodded, swallowing hard and reached up to curl his fingers around Sephiroth’s biceps. “I trust you…and I need you…” he breathed softly, locking his eyes with Sephiroth’s and taking a deep breath. He had been entered before and none of those memories were fond ones he even wished to remember, so it wasn’t the sex part that frightened him…he was afraid that it would hurt like before and he truly wanted to feel good with Sephiroth, to know what it meant to feel love and to be made love to.


Green eyes warmed and held Cloud’s with equal intensity. He hoped that they comforted Cloud, that he comforted him, that he could make things better. Leaning forward he gave his love one, gentle, sweet, kiss, whispering to him softly.


“I will never hurt you…”


Cloud nodded in understanding and took a second deep breath when he felt Sephiroth push his hips forward. He was overcome with heat and a tightness that was unlike the odd feeling of the man’s fingers in him. It did hurt, admittedly, but at the same time he didn’t want it to stop. It was the kind of pain he could deal with, the kind he knew was from love and nothing more. But try as he might, he couldn’t relax at first. His eyes watered, and his nails bit into Sephiroth’s arms as he clung on for dear life. His body tensed and his eyes widened, looking up into his lover’s eyes with feelings he had never felt before.


Sephiroth, not able to hold back a soft grunt at how tight his love was, stared longingly into Cloud’s eyes, searching for any sign that he wanted him to stop. All he found was a fear that wasn’t from something he was doing, and a need that screamed in all its rights to be fulfilled. He leaned down and rested his forehead against Cloud’s, without breaking from his eyes. He could feel the fear, but he knew he could calm it.


“Cloud?” Sephiroth whispered. “Breathe with me…I will never give you anything but love…” he panted, pushing his hips forward and not stopping until his thighs met those of his lovers.


“Seph..I….Ahhhhh!” Cloud cried out suddenly, trying to do as asked but failing miserably. His eyes widened and then clamped shut. He felt like his whole body was on fire with a bittersweet pain that couldn’t even be explained. He shook slightly as the pressure increased and practically tore at the Sephiroth’s shoulder’s as he was filled so completely by the man over him.


Silence….


Only shallow, soft, breathing….


“Cloud…open your eyes,” Sephiroth purred, kissing his nose, then his lips sweetly.


Cloud did, and he found himself staring into the face of the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, and finding himself wondering why it was so different now. Those green eyes, they were warm and caring, full of a love that couldn’t even measured, but it was there and it was real. Cloud released his grip on Sephiroth’s shoulders somewhat, and gasped when he saw 10 small tiny trails of blood rolling down previously flawless skin.


“Oh, Seph, I’m sorry…” Cloud cried softly, but he was cut short by a sweet chaste kiss and a nuzzling brush against his lips. The Prince was smiling and….and there wasn’t anymore pain, just an odd tightness. Large blue eyes looked up questioningly at the man.


“Cloud, it’s okay…I’m not hurt, are you alright?”


It was then that Cloud noted that Sephiroth wasn’t moving, he was still resting over him, their hips knitted together tightly and his…he gulped at the sight, his cock was neatly fitted between their strong stomachs. When his eyes returned back to Sephiroth’s he found warmth and concern in them.


“I, uh, I’m fine…but Seph?”


“Hmm?”


“I thought making love required a little more movement?”


Sephiroth choked on his own breath. “Now you choose to be cute?”


“I just thought…”


“Are you relaxed?” he asked. It all rights, Cloud was so unbelievably tight that he really couldn’t tell. Cloud nodded.


“It doesn’t hurt, just feels…odd.”


Sephiroth arched a single sliver brow. “Well odd is good then…Cloud… I love you,” Sephiroth purred against his lips, and then gently pulled his hips back a little, waiting a second before he pushed them back in. His eyes were locked with Cloud’s as he repeated the movement a few more times. Sephiroth’s breath was heavy and it shook with each shallow thrust.


Cloud shut his eyes at the feeling at first, sucking in a sharp breath and letting his head fall back against the pillow. When Sephiroth repeated the movement a fourth time, his throat let out a shallow groan that was a surprise to both of them. Blue eyes widened again. The first few times had hurt a little, feeling odd and uncomfortable…but that last one…had actually felt good.


“Uh…God…Seph….do that again,” Cloud panted softly.


Sephiroth nodded and rolled his hips against Cloud’s, adding a small quick snap to the end of his thrust. This pulled another sharp cry from the blonde’s lips and caused him to tighten his hold once again upon the man’s shoulders, but what was most noticeable, was the slight jerk of his small hips upwards against his. This he took as cue that the feeling was welcomed.


“Does that feel good?” Sephiroth asked, his voice now having lost all traces of steadiness, replaced now with a soft breathy sound of desire.


“Y-y-yes….” Cloud whispered.


That was all Sephiroth needed to know and he gave the blonde a long low appreciative groan before he moved again. The next few minutes, were full of only them, the sounds of quick short breaths, of soft moans, which increased in volume and length every now and then, and the gentle sounds of the bed creaking beneath their weight. Cloud withered underneath the Prince, clinging to him, rolling his hips in sync as best he could, which wasn’t easy, as he soon lost track of anything else other then the feelings and sensations the man was giving him. The heat increased inside him, balling up in a tightly knit knot deep in his belly, and he could hear and feel their movements slowly starting to affect Sephiroth as well. For with every thrust, the man panted and grunted in the most beautiful way, and those sounds, coming from a man whom he truly felt love for, was the sexiest and most sensual thing he’d ever seen or heard. Cloud timidly reached a hand up and touched Sephiroth’s face, his fingers shadowing the skin softly.


“You’re beautiful…do you know that?” He panted breathlessly.


Sephiroth only smiled, pausing for a moment to lean down and return the sentiment with a deep lulling kiss, which Cloud hungrily accepted. Then the rolling movements of his hips picked up and something deep inside him was brushed again, sending a shockwave up his spine, which released from his throat in a sudden cry of pleasure. Cloud arched up off the bed to seek it out again, crying out when Sephiroth perfectly timed thrust hit its mark perfectly.


Cloud couldn’t stand it much longer and judging by the sounds escalating from the Prince’s lips, neither could he. Nothing had ever felt this good and he soon found himself lost within the world only he and Sephiroth created. The heat was pooling fast and not just in Cloud, for Sephiroth was holding tighter to his hips then expected, his breath hot and heavy against the lips beneath his. The feelings only intensified.


“Seph….I….oh God…Seph….it feels so good…” Cloud finally managed to say, but even those brief words suddenly ended in a loud groan when he felt long slender fingers push between bodies to wrap around his cock. That, along with the continued thrusts into him, had the blonde bucking madly as the warm heat pooled and finally spilled over in a blinding white orgasm like nothing Cloud had ever felt before. He cried out Sephiroth’s name and arched hard, hearing his own name fall heatedly from the Princes’ lips, and with one last meeting of their hips, Sephiroth came, filling him with a warmth that brought a shuddering moan from his lips.


“SEPH!”


Sephiroth groaned, freezing in a perfect back bow over the blonde as he came, collapsing soon after to bury his face into the hallow of his lover’s neck.


“Heavens, Cloud…..” he breathed, nuzzling the blonde’s neck and resting most of his weight on his already shaking arms so as not to squish his love.


Cloud smiled, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders of his….he gasped…..his lover’s. “I love you Seph….” was all he could muster as he shook in both pleasure and the final release of fears he now knew would never come back, so long as Sephiroth was there to love him as he loved him in return.


Moaning softly, the Prince pressed lazy, sloppy, but tender kisses to Cloud’s neck and upon reaching his ear, breathed, “ I love you so much Cloud…” softly, before their lips met again in a passionate kiss that had Cloud’s heart melting. He was heart sick with love for the man…and felt safe and secure with the knowledge that they were always going to be….that he was always going to be safe in his arms….and that was all he had ever wanted….


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((A/N: MMK, had to end this on a happy note…cause I’m gonna be crying next! Sorry for the long wait…but I hope you enjoyed!!))


(bn : Fuck Edward, yo, I wanna guy like Sephiroth!! :D)


(A/N: Aww thanks hun….*huggles * If we have missed any errors, please let us know! ))