At least he's hot

Chapter two: Wrong move

*WARNING* If you don't like violence or forceful sex, don't read this chapter.

Rufus was roughly shoved the rest of the way down the hall and into his bedroom. Sheepishly, he turned on the lights (he had one of those fancy adjustable lights) to a romantically dim level before Sephiroth pushed him onto the king size bed. The silver-haired general stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, gloating over his catch. Rufus stared back, heart thumping in his chest, with an anxious anticipation. His racing mind managed to accumulate a few logical thoughts in those few moments, like “he wouldn't kill me, I'm the vice president” and “maybe he's just playing around.” Right then, it was barely enough to keep him from panicking. He focused instead on Sephiroth's godly physique, and the way his hair hung in his face, casting a shadow over his eyes. If Rufus was going to die tonight, at least he'd die knowing he screwed the most beautiful man on the planet.

The Most Beautiful Man on the Planet shifted in the soft light, stretching towards the ceiling, his taut, wiry muscles emphasized by the play of light and shadow. He sighed, and grinned. “I haven't had a good fuck since the war,” he reminisced. After a second or two of thoughtful silence, he just shook his head and laughed, as if he had said something totally ridiculous. Rufus felt a brief pang of nausea. The laughter subsided to a horny smirk as Sephiroth climbed onto the bed, kneeling over his cowering figure. Leaning in close, his voice was just above a whisper as he said, “But really, Rufus... did you think I was going to be nice?“

He quickly pinned Rufus' hands under his, barely allowing the younger man to squeak out a “yes” before he kissed him, hard, raping with his tongue. Rufus found himself kissing back despite himself, timidly lacing his tongue around Sephiroth's, indulging in the feel of being violated. The general's nails were digging possessively into his palms... feebly, he tried to wrench his hands free, but Sephiroth's grip was as strong as steel. He felt his captor's lips twist into a smile.

Sephiroth moved lower, nipping heatedly at his neck. A groan slipped involuntarily out of the vice president's mouth as he expertly sucked the skin, distributing the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. Silver hair tickled his chest as the general trailed his lips down further, causing more fevered moans with his expert tongue. At an excruciatingly slow pace, he made his way down past Rufus' abdomen until his mouth was inches from his belt buckle, inches from his hard, throbbing cock... and then he stopped, sitting up and releasing his death grip.

Rufus was a jumbled combination of horny, impatient, and scared, his cock aching for attention yet his brain still racing with panic. He realized he was sweating. Sephiroth had a condescending grin on his face, watching Rufus seethe with inner turmoil under him... he looked impossibly calm, betrayed only by the impressive bulge in his pants.

“Well fuckin' get on with it,” he managed to heave through clenched teeth, glaring up at his grinning captor. Sephiroth's grin got a little wider, a twisted idea obviously forming in his head.

It was just then that it clicked in Rufus' head, like a gear crunching into place. My hands are free. Sephiroth was sitting on his legs, but if he could throw him, then maybe... More turmoil writhed in his brain. Lust versus terror. It was suprisingly difficult, deciding between the two.

He threw the punch before a plan was even formed. It was more of an animalistic reaction than a conscious decision, his fist seeming to jump up from where it sat on the bed. A panic resembling the words *oh shit* scrambled across his brain as Sephiroth dodged his punch with a casual tilt of his head, letting his fist feel nothing but the brush of hair as it flew by. Time slowed down, every detail of movement amplified, as Sephiroth's grin disappeared, his eyes narrowed, and he struck back. It was graceful, like watching a professional pitcher throw a baseball.

A loud CRACK rang through his skull as Sephiroth's open palm connected with his jaw, accompanied by an explosion of stinging pain. He felt his mouth fill up with blood, warm and metallic. Time sped up again. Ears ringing, he was just able to hear the quiet, clipped words leave Sephiroth's lips:

“Wrong move.”

Choking on blood, head pounding, he could barely discern what was going on as Sephiroth ripped off his belt and lashed his wrists behind his back. He felt his boots being ripped off, followed by his jeans, until he was naked, helplessly squirming and coughing blood onto his expensive white sheets. Through a haze of pain he could see Sephiroth unzipping his pants, revealing his huge, stiff cock... it was obvious that he was turned on by the situation. He roughly grabbed Rufus by the hair and pulled him into a sitting position so that the two were face to face, cold green burning into watery blue. He tried to twist his head away from that stare, but the grip on his hair just tightened, pulling so hard it forced tears out of his eyes.

“I don't give a shit if you're the vice president,“ he snarled. ”Try something like that again and I'll break your fucking jaw. Understand?“ Rufus weakly nodded, a knot of fear clenched tightly in his stomach.

Satisfied, Sephiroth released his grip and pushed him back down on the bed. “Now be good and maybe I'll let you cum,” he growled. He continued where he had left off, planting a possessive bite on Rufus' lower abdomen before he trailed down to his still-hard cock.

Sephiroth, Rufus realized, was simply good at everything he did. He was good at killing, lying, inducing fear, and by god, he was good at sucking cock. His lips applied the perfect amount of tight pressure as he slowly slid them all the way down to the base of his cock, while his tongue expertly ran up and down his shaft, flicking gently over the tip and back down. Without choking or pausing, he began to deepthroat Rufus with a slow, deliberate rhythm, making the V.P. so giddy with euphoria that he nearly forgot he was a bound and bloody prisoner in his own house.

Rufus was so stiff he was about to come, trying desperately to buck up further into Sephiroth's mouth and quicken the pace, but he immediately stopped trying when he felt a warning scrape of teeth. Seconds later, he felt a lubed finger press up against his ass. That sleazy son-of-a-bitch, he thought briefly as Sephiroth slid in his index finger. He carries lube around in his pocket. All thought melted from his mind as Sephiroth eased his finger in the rest of the way, brushing against his prostate, then pulled it out nearly all the way before he slammed it back in. For several minutes he could do nothing but lay there in helpless euphoria as Sephiroth expertly teased him with his mouth and hands, building him up to the verge of cumming and then slowing back down seconds before he was ready to burst.

Right when he was sure he couldn't stand another second of torture, Sephiroth stopped and sat up, a horny, evil grin plastered on his face. He flipped Rufus over on his stomach and pressed the head of his hard cock against his ass, almost hard enough to slip in. Rufus took a deep, ragged breath, eyes clamped shut. He was scared past the point of words to take a cock as big as that... he was usually on the giving end of sex... yet he was too horny and flustered to protest at this point. What good would protesting do anyway? Sephiroth's rough hand ground his face down into the mattress, contorting him so that his arms and neck ached with the strain, and then he slowly inched in his cock.

It was pain like he'd never felt pain. Every inch felt like a mile, stretching him so tight he thought he'd break. Thick and unforgiving, Sephiroth's cock was as forceful as his personality, filling Rufus to the brim. Past the brim. He wanted to laugh, or cry, or scream, but nothing came out. As that long, impossibly thick cock buried itself to the hilt inside him, it left no room for a response. Nothing but an *oh god* managed to escape his lips, as if it had been forced out.

“God...” Sephiroth spat disgustedly. Hand still firmly planted over Rufus' neck, he withdrew his cock until only the tip was still inside.

“I'm your fucking god.” With wrath only a devil could have, he slammed his cock back in. Hot tears leaked out of Rufus' eyes, cold sweat sprang out of his pores, and his hands strained uselessly at their binds, his whole body yearning for a way out, yet Sephiroth gave him none, repeating the same thrust again and again in a slow, cruel rhythm. The pain was so intense there was nothing else left to feel. Nothing but Sephiroth as he continued that horrible pace. Pain and pleasure as that massive cock hit his prostate with each thrust, making him ache and cry and yearn for the next rush of pain.

“Oh god,” he sobbed again, unable to form anything else in his mouth. Sephiroth's other hand slid down to his cock and caressed his length with a motion that was almost gentle, inducing more pleasure through the pain. It created the prefect balance of sensation... agony and ecstasy. There wasn't one without the other. Rufus' tears soaked the sheets as the heat of orgasm built inside him, increased with every painful, relentless thrust.

Oh god. Oh my fucking god. A shudder ran through his entire body as he came violently, the orgasm so powerful he saw stars. He felt Sephiroth's seed flood inside him with one last, lingering thrust, filling him impossibly full before he finally pulled out. And then there was nothing but emptiness. A hollow, sore void. He vaguely felt himself laughing... or was he crying? He honestly didn't know. His mind just felt numb.

“How does it feel, Rufus?” Sephiroth's words sounded surreal and distant, echoing mutely through a white noise buzz. How does it feel to be used? He felt vertigo, a moment of dizzying weightlessness, and then nothing at all. The darkness closed around him like a sheet.