Living in Darkness

Chapter 3
Sinful Desire

Sephiroth took great pleasure in watching Cloud when he was unaware, secretly coveting his every move, hiding in the shadows like a wraith poised for attack. At times Cloud would shiver, looking around for the source of his unease to the wicked amusement of his watcher. 'You can feel me, Cloud,' he would think with a shiver of his own, a shiver of unfulfilled lust.

The blonde was like a fine wine, and he wanted to savor every touch, taste and smell. He had come close, so very close to making Cloud his at these times, but he would keep his promise. Seduction was the key, and he knew Cloud would be his soon enough. Besides, he relished the sinfully intoxicating cat and mouse game.

He knew that Cloud suffered from nightmares, memories of what he'd made him witness when he took the planet as his own. Like a shadow he would lurk into his bedroom at night and watch him flailing and murmuring in his sleep, trying in vain to stop what had already happened, the names of his dead friends escaping his lips with sorrow. Sephiroth thought to stop his dreams. He could if he wanted to, but decided the torment of it would drive Cloud closer to him, the pain of having no one else slowly eating away at his soul.

At the moment, Cloud was practicing with his sword again, a sight that was beautiful to behold. His muscles working, the sweat covering his naked torso, the intensity of his expressions as he swung the massive weapon with precision and skill. As always, Sephiroth spied from the shadows, admiring the object of his desire, smiling with evil intent. 'I think it's time to play.'

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Time passed slowly when you were living in Hell with no hope of ever escaping. The loneliness was excruciating at times and the only thing that helped was his sword workout. Loneliness. It was painfully ironic when he thought about it. He, being the lone wolf, wanting his solitude so badly when he'd had friends who cared for him so deeply. Now he was alone.....with him.

He swung his weapon with a angry cry, trying to dispel the anguish within him. In a fury he spun, his sword arcing through empty space to meet the steel of Masamune. There Sephiroth stood, shirtless and smiling with mirth, his green eyes shining with the need for battle. Words were not spoken as the two stared each other down, waiting for the other to begin the dance.

All it took was a low, smug chuckle from Sephiroth to give Cloud the incentive to attack. Steel clanged together, the reverberant sound filling the room as the fight intensified. All the turbulent emotions that had been wrenching Cloud were coming out with each clash of blades. He was reminded of that fateful day, the memory reigniting his fury and pain. The more enraged Cloud got, the more entertained Sephiroth seemed to become, smiling viciously as he blocked every blow Cloud threw with incredible ease. His muscles began straining from exertion, but he refused to give up, his determination giving him extra stamina.

The fight continued, for how long, Cloud didn't know. Sephiroth was no longer amused, fighting back maliciously, his sword blows becoming more dangerous. Blocking blow after blow, Cloud began to tire again and he got careless, falling for a fake blade strike as Sephiroth kicked him in the stomach, knocking him back and down against the wall, his sword falling from his grasp. It was quick, the familiar pain piercing his shoulder, Sephiroth's powerfully silky voice assaulting his ears.

"This seems strangely familiar, Cloud. Does it not?" he teased, twisting the blade slightly as he spoke. Cloud clenched his teeth against the pain, breathing hard, glaring up at the man towering above him. The sword was roughly yanked from him and he let out a pained gasp. Sephiroth knelt next to him as the wound healed, mocking him with a content sigh and a soft smile, reaching his hand up to caress his face.

"Don't," Cloud said tiredly, tilting his head away.

"I'm growing weary of your cold shoulder, Cloud," Sephiroth growled, moving closer to the sweat drenched blonde. He tried to move away, but was quickly subdues as Sephiroth straddled him.

"I don't want this, damn you!" he shouted, pushing against the strong muscled body covering him, yet deep down he needed to feel something, anything but this terrible anguish that was tearing him apart.

"Stop fighting it, Cloud," Sephiroth's seductive voice enticed him and his struggles weakened as his body slowly relaxed under the silver haired man's hungry gaze.

"Please...," Cloud whispered, not sure why he was saying it. Sephiroth smiled and ran his hands leisurely, almost languid down the sweat covered muscles of his chest and abs. It felt good. Good to be touched like this. It had been so long since he'd experienced the pleasure of intimate contact with anyone and he couldn't hold back a slight whimper of wanting need.

Sephiroth's hand moved over the hardening bulge in his pants, a smug, knowing smile touching his lips. Cloud sneered back, but didn't attempt to stop his ministrations. He bite down on his bottom lip to stop a moan when Sephiroth's palm moved against him in a circular motion, teasing him through the fabric of his confining pants. Cloud closed his eyes to block out the wickedly handsome face before him, hating himself for needing this so badly.

"Cloud," his sensually soft voice commanded him, and he opened his eyes to see Sephiroth's inches from his own. When their lips touched, Cloud stiffened only for the briefest moment, then relaxed with a shaky sigh. At that moment Sephiroth squeezed his erection firmly, making him groan and buck involuntarily, his skilled tongue snaking between his slightly opened lips. The kiss was lush and filled with deep, heated desire that had long been unfulfilled. Cloud found himself thrusting his hands into the long mane of silver hair, fearful that the man would pull away.

With deft fingers, Sephiroth unfastened Cloud pants while the sultry kiss took him under its spell. He didn't become aware of the fact until he felt the skin to skin contact as the man above him stroked his shaft expertly, making him moan into the deep kiss. His hips gyrated urgently when the strokes slowed to a teasing pace, Sephiroth's thumb running over his cock head to brush the pre-cum that dribbled from the slit there. The kiss was broken roughly by Sephiroth, who continued to tease Cloud with his light, slow strokes.

"So needy, Cloud," he breathed against his ear, unable to hide his own lust from his voice. Quick and snakelike he moved down his body, taking Cloud's cock into his mouth, sucking hard on the head with a talented tongue, dragging a strangled, ecstasy filled wail from the trembling blonde.

"God," Cloud groaned, placing his hands on the floor as he pumped his hips shamelessly, thrusting his shaft further into Sephiroth's hot mouth. His tongue massaged the underside of his erection with each stroke, bringing him closer to a much needed release. Sephiroth smiled secretly as he worked Cloud's impressive organ, reveling in the blondes total and sinful surrender.

The stiffening of Cloud's movements and the harsh, quick, moan filled breaths signaled his nearing climax. He couldn't speak when the orgasm hit, only able to lay his head back against the wall, closing his eyes tightly and moaning helplessly as Sephiroth drank in his seed greedily with a lapping tongue before letting the softening organ fall from his mouth.

A sudden feeling of sick shame filled him, twisting him until he lashed out, pushing against Sephiroth who was still positioned over him. He'd allowed himself to get weak, giving into the monster so easily. 'Why did I let this happen?' Sephiroth chuckled, rising to his feet, unconcerned with Cloud's reaction.

"Just....leave me alone," Cloud said, sounding defeated, lost and breathless.

"Very well, Cloud," he said with a slow, victorious smile, picking up Masamune from the floor. "I will....for now." He left, leaving Cloud with his confusion and new found shame.