Decadence and debauchery

YAOI/RAPE/ANAL/ORAL…..BRACE YOURSELVES!
A/n; ehh oops it is turning into quite an epic. Blame it on a creative written porn addiction in reaction that real life m/m is just not really all it is cracked up to be. ( ahem)

As you might have guessed, I have hinted at Cloud and Zach being there. I guess it is time to let them out of my head too.

“~” indicates the voice of Jenova/ Sephiroth.
P.S. thanks for reviewing, kill_me_kiss_me and gslinger! you make it worth while.
Is it just me, or are there no male yaoi writers out there? there certainly are a lot of females, aren’t there?

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Decadence and debauchery chapter III
YAOI/RAPE/ANAL/ORAL…..BRACE YOURSELVES!
A/n; ehh oops it is turning into quite an epic. Blame it on a creative written porn addiction in reaction that real life m/m is just not really all it is cracked up to be. ( ahem)

As you might have guessed, I have hinted at Cloud and Zach being there. I guess it is time to let them out of my head too.

“~” indicates the voice of Jenova/ Sephiroth.
P.S. thanks for reviewing, kill_me, kiss_me and gslinger! you make it worth while.
Is it just me, or are there no male yaoi writers out there? there certainly are a lot of females, aren’t there?

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Decadence and debauchery chapter III

Cloud was feeling a bit better. The last batch of testing was brutal, and he had felt so damn nauseous he was afraid he was going to puke his guts out. Zach had been there for him then, cradling him to his chest, pressing cold wet towels to his forehead, trying to easy his delirium.

For some reason he hadn’t been put back in the cell he shared with Zach, but in another separate smaller cell.
In his mind he went back to the events of that morning, as several of the Professor’s assistants had taken him from his cell, and guided him to one of the testing labs.

Another young man had been there this time, who was being led in and strapped on the examination table across from him. He had glared at him at first, as they had been brought in, shooting him glances of undisguised contempt through the strands of long silver coloured hair that hung in his face.

Cloud wandered what sparked the reason for the way the other looked at him. But discarded the train of thought as Professor Hojo entered with a stainless steel trolley, covered with hypodermic needles . He could actually already smell the Mako contained in those syringes, and his whole body started to tremble in protest.

No more.. please.

Knowing that non of his pleading would be of any help, as were the painkillers that he was given. The Professors assistants fastened the restraints across his chest, arms and legs and held a rubber bar to his mouth. He turned his head aside, refusing to take it into his mouth.

“You better take it.” One of the assistants said. “One of the subjects almost bit his tongue off last time.” He looked at the silver haired youth across from him as he too was being strapped down. He seemed to take some perverted pleasure as the lab assistant tightened the straps on his arms and chest, and peered at the man from under his half lidded eyes. He ran his tongue along his upper lip, indicating he liked his predicament, and the lab assistant snorted. Then he swept his gaze back to Cloud, his mouth lolling open as he winked at him from under his brows. Cloud took the mouth guard, and shifted it around so he could bite down as hard as he needed to.

Professor Hojo entered, and looked at the two young men in turn.
“Right. Lets get started.” He said, as he poured rubbing alcohol in the palms of his hands, and pulled a pair of latex gloves from the box beside the syringes. As he snapped the gloves on, a small puff of talc wafted out, and Cloud turned his head away. He didn’t need to see what was going to happen next.

He felt the skin on the inside of his elbow being swabbed with some disinfectant, then he felt the pressure of the man’s fingers, the needle as it stung first, and then felt the pressure rise as the metal penetrated deeper into his tissues. His arm started to burn from the inside out as the Mako was pushed into his veins, and he felt the muscles of his neck constrict as fear gripped him. He did find he had the uncontrollable desire to bite down, and at that point was grateful for the rubber bar in his mouth, as all the muscles in his body now grabbed by severe spasms and twitched uncontrollably. His heart leapt into an erratic and painful rhythm, as he started to feel dizzy and fell into a black hole.

Yazoo watched as the blond youth across from him got his injection. He was so pretty, so weak, as he could clearly see tears run down his pale cheeks. Hmm. He wandered what the hell Kadaj saw in him.

Awww poor pretty boy has passed out.

Then the Professor approached him and swabbed his arm in the same way, then plunged the hypo in, emptying its contents into Yazoo’s arm. He never had minded Mako treatments, actually revelling in the pain he got from it, welcoming the burning in his skin. It made him feel so alive, on fire, burning away the icy walls he maintained in all his dealings with others.

But this was a different kind of injection. This one was filled with only a very small amount or fluid, and he barely noticed it as it got injected into his body. Then the effects of the treatment hit him, and he moaned loudly as the cold entered his mind. It almost felt like psychic brain-freeze, enabling him to reach whole new levels of coldness. Something rang in him, like a bell, the reverberations of the presence at the back of his consciousness worked its way to the front. Bright images of aquamarine filled his mind, so icy it numbed him even further. The power within him was so utterly devoid of any human emotion it felt like an abyss, and Yazoo fell in, welcoming the oblivion beyond.

~ Yazoo… can you be cold for me?~ it asked.

Yazoo answered to the dark. “Of course I can.”

~Good boy.~ Then it took him over, just hovering over his shoulder, as the controller showed its mastery.

“Just wait.. a little..”

“Right. We will just leave these two to recover. I have another task for you next door, you can come back in about one hour. They should be able to walk back to their cells then.” The Professor instructed and left the room with the assistants.

Yazoo waited for the door to shut itself, then started to inspect the clasps that held the straps in place. One of them hadn’t been snapped home properly. Typical trainees, they still made mistakes. Yazoo slowly inched his arm upward, reaching for the clasp, inch by inch he managed to get his finger closer and finally, managed to pop the metal plate up, releasing his arm. He undid the other straps fast, before anyone could realize he was loose, and eyed the door. He could make a run for it, but what of the others? He would never leave without Loz or Kadaj. It was just unthinkable.

The controller took him back, and directed his attention toward the other side of the room.

The blond moaned on his examination table, and slowly started to roll his head around. He still bit down on the mouth guard as his muscles tightened again. Yazoo smiled, and climbed onto the table, straddling the helpless body under him. He roughly pushed the tufts of unruly hair out of the other’s face, and tilted it in the light, so he could get a clearer picture of him.

~Aaahhh what a precious treat…~ The voice behind Yazoo’s eyes said.

He looked at the trolley with medical equipment still at the bedside, and took up a roll of surgical plaster. He pulled a large strip off, and stuck it across the blond’s mouth. He started to breath through his nose, as he fought to regain consciousness.

Yazoo felt his arousal rise at seeing this competition for his brother’s attention struggle. How easy it would be to just pinch his nose, to watch him suffocate. No. Kadaj would not be pleased, besides, there were other ways of having fun.

He looked at the hands of the blond under him, as they where small and kind of effeminate. He hadn’t been doing no hard physical labour for several years now, they where quite soft, as Yazoo tested the skin with the tips of his fingers. He undid the straps that held the other’s wrists down. He picked up the empty Hypo, and pulled back on the plunger, so it filled with air.

Cloud slowly came around, now most of the Mako had been absorbed into his body. He still felt very dizzy, and he found he had a heavy weight sitting on him at the height of his groin. He tried to spit the mouth guard out, but then felt he couldn’t as the bandage strip held it in place.

“Finally decided to open your eyes, have you.” The silver head on his lap said, his voice soft and disinterested as he tilted his head to one side. He stood up, towering over Cloud, and took off his pants. He knelt back down, straddling Cloud, and laid down on top of him.

He looked at the beautiful monster, naked and obviously aroused on top of him, as he could feel the others erection grind against lower abdomen. He found he could move his lower arms and tried to force them between him and the other.

The silver head’s eyes flashed. “Ah, ah, ah” he chided. “You play nice with me, now. You feel that?” he said softly into his ear, and Cloud felt a tiny sting at the artery near his throat. “If you do something that I don’t like, I will shoot an air bubble into your vein, and your heart will burst. Or do you think that the Mako treatments will save you, huh?” the youth drawled.

Cloud’s respiration shot up. He looked into the eyes of the boy, that now had slid one hand under his shirt, and caressed the skin of his chest, finding his nipples, teasing them.
“Now, I want to kiss you, big brother.. so I hope you are going to behave as I do …”
with a swift movement he pulled the strip off Cloud’s mouth, who stifled a yelp, and spat out the mouth guard.
His lips burned and stung, and he tasted blood that welled up from several small wounds along the edges of his mouth.

“Big brother?” Cloud gasped, totally mesmerised by the blue green images that now danced before his eyes, as Yazoo’s mind seemed to leak into his, and he briefly felt the connection, and knew what he meant. They where connected, on a subtle but undeniable level. He just couldn’t quite put his finger on it.. but..

Yazoo started to trail the wounded seam of Cloud’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, tasting blood as small pieces of sensitive skin had been torn off. Small drips of poison saliva flowed down from the silver heads tongue forming long threads. Yazoo felt the controller now take over Cloud’s will too, erasing all need for resistance, and he knew it was good, as he would know perfectly well what it would be like, and he started to thrum with excitement. Knowing there was no more need to force the other’s compliance, he threw the hypo aside.

“Help.. me take my pants off.” He panted at the silver-head, who smiled softly, and moved down a bit, teasing him first, as he kneaded Cloud’s genitals through the fabric of the tracksuit pants he wore. Cloud moaned, and pushed his groin eagerly into the silver head’s hands, begging for more. Then Yazoo finally pulled the soft pants down, leaving to form a puddle around the other’s ankles. Yazoo pushed the t-shirt up so he could further caress the pale skin under him, and Cloud shuddered.

Yazoo moved to undo the other belts, but Cloud shook his head. Yazoo sniggered at the other’s perversion. “Like to be a victim, do you? You better watch that, or it will be a victim your whole life, brother..”

“I will.. keep it in mind..” He said, as Yazoo started to stroke his hard length, making him ache, his mind now a mess of Mako and lust, as he started to thrust into the boy’s grip.

Yazoo guided the blond’s hands to his own member, and trailed the tip of his tongue back up. His mouth collided with the other again, as they now started to kiss, tongues caressing and exploring with an unexpected sensuality that fuelled each other’s need.

Yazoo felt the controller revel at the back of his mind, cackling low and guttural.

~Good.. such a good boy.~

A sound started to fill Yazoo’s mind, as Cloud’s thumb rubbed his tip, pushing at the hyper sensitive skin under his foreskin, making him moan furiously. The sound build much like static from a transmitter, creaking, metallic and alien, but still so very familiar, like the voice of a loved one, as he could almost remember what it was. He broke the kiss and moved down suddenly, pulling out of Cloud’s grip, fisting himself, as he took Cloud into his mouth, sliding him down into his throat, and started to suck him off.

Cloud gasped, unprepared for the sudden change in stimulation, and almost screamed when he felt the silky hair of the silver-head fall across his belly and groin. He had to see, and lifted his head, looking in total fascination as he saw Yazoo’s head bob up and down, increasing the suction on the sensitive tip as he almost reached the top. A strange searing creaking noise spread through his head. He looked Yazoo, who looked back, and smiled at him through his typical heavy lidded eyes.

There was a sudden rush of air through the lab, that settled and chilled the moisture on Cloud’s groin as he looked at Yazoo.. who.. tipped… his head back and changed suddenly, violently, as his hair lifted up and fanned all around his face, forming a silver halo of at least six feet in diameter. His features, now beatific in his ecstasy, the eyebrows tilted into a more severe angle, the shape of the chin and the nose becoming more pointed and elongated, the energy in the eyes ferile and triumphant. The image moved it’s head back toward his pulsing erection as Cloud now in total horrific fascination stared at the face before him, as it trailed the tip of his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip..

“.. What? Sephiroth.. no.. you…”

And the image laughed, the voice deep with contempt blended with the boyish cackle of Yazoo.

Then the face melted back into the soft features of the boy, who increased his motions on his aching length that now keened toward his orgasm, and lifted Cloud over his threshold, making him explode down his throat.

Still helplessly strapped to the table, the blond’s mind still reeled in a whirlwind of lust and horror of the image of his mortal enemy giving him a blowjob, he was barely aware that Yazoo spat the semen he had just got from him into his hand, and used it to lubricate his hole.

As all the muscles had relaxed due to his recent climax, Yazoo found it easy to work his way in, using his fingers first. Moving slowly first, but quickening as the controller wanted the blond to hurt, to be tortured, just enough to spoil his enjoyment.

He pulled one of the blond’s thighs against his chest, and took him, hard and fast, realizing their time of privacy was running out. The controller egged him on, and he could actually feel the ghost hands of the other on his shoulder and waist. Cloud moaned and twitched in protest, tightening convulsively, but only succeeding in turning Yazoo on even more, as he just firmed his grip on the other’s leg and hip.

~Such a good boy.. so obedient.. Aren’t you, Yazoo…~

“Yes.. father..” Yazoo breathed to the darkness, now retreating back into it’s hiding place at the back of his mind.

His lust build to a crescendo as he thrust in wildly, revelling at the sensation of finally being able to fuck someone else for once, as he always seemed to be on the receiving end. He really enjoyed seeing Cloud toss his head from side to side, recognising it from the times Kadaj had his way with him. And he finally felt powerful, felt fulfilled as he ejaculated victoriously into the helpless youth, released all the pent up pressure into the body under him.

As he regained his breath and composure, he looked at the sky blue orbs of the blond, and a sudden though rose in him. One final bit of fun. He released the other’s leg, and climbed on top of him. He pulled the youth’s head aside roughly, and sucked his mouth down tightly against the pale skin, using his teeth to get more purchase, bruising him, marking him. When he withdrew, a dark red angry looking welt started to form, just under his ear.

Kadaj would be pleased. He had been marked and claimed. By the tightness of his little hole, he had been a virgin too.

Ah.. that was just too precious. That big dark haired guy that always hung around him would be so pissed off. The thought of the violent explosion and confrontation that would inevitably follow thrilled him almost as much as the sex he had just had.

By the time the lab assistants had returned, almost all traces of what had transpired had been carefully removed. The heavy stink of chemicals easily disguised the scent of their exchange. Too bad. He would have enjoyed the expression on Hojo’s face as he realised what had transpired.


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Hojo turned camera off, and transferred the stored images to a disk, then he erased everything up to the point where he and the assistants had left the lab. The new guy had done exactly as he had been instructed, as he made sure one of the security clasps on Yazoo’s restraints hadn’t been secured properly.

For one brief moment, he had feared for the blond teenager’s life, as he saw Yazoo hold the hypo to his neck, but as the two had entangled themselves in their antics, something had transpired that went way beyond his wildest expectations.

The energy levels in the lab had suddenly sky rocketed, and the monitors had displayed a pattern that only one person ever had produced. It had only been brief, just a split second in fact. But his most prized achievement had made an appearance. It confirmed his theory. It was possible.. to recreate Sephiroth.. and these boys where the key.


Continued in chapter IV, The rape of Jehri Seng