Static Shock

Preface: So this is the next chapter, I am just going to assume Vincent Valentine has a phone for the sake of this story.















The night forest was still and quiet. The water in the lake flaccid and undisturbed. The light’s hovered and weaved ever so slightly among the glowing branches and not even a hint of a breeze disturbed the scene. The only sound from anywhere was the occasional stirs from the two men on the waters edge.



Vincent had noted that Loz seemed to abandon his idea of water torture, it obviously hadn’t got him the results he was looking for. He sat perched on the branch of a tree many yards away, at a safe distance not to be noticed by either of them but still able to see every gruesome detail of Cloud’s interrogation. His clawed hand kept him balanced against the thick tree trunk as he observed, crouched on the branch, often having the inclination to intervene on behalf of his friend but he didn’t sense real urgency in Cloud yet. The ex-SOLDIER seemed to be in control of himself, Vincent was never worried he would talk. This was Cloud after all. The boy was as quiet as he was stubborn.



His profile was stoic, except for a tightening of his jaw when he watched Loz kick the defenseless blonde. But he remained passively in place, determined to watch these events unfold and only intervene if Loz decided he was going to kill Cloud. He watched Loz come back to Cloud with the rod, and it caught Vincent’s attention about as much as it did Cloud’s. Crimson eyes watching intently over the rim of his dark red cloak, as the men struggled.



What….



But he didn’t have to wonder for long because he watched Loz electrocute Cloud, and then again even more savagely. Suddenly Vincent felt very compelled to stop this. He straightened on his perch, claw grabbing the nearest branch to steady himself as he watched, waiting for his opening.



Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next.



Loz stripped Cloud and then forced his way between his legs.



Vincent froze.



For a moment he was too bewildered to even react, let alone be galvanized into any form of action.



Yes he had unfortunately witnessed the three brothers indulging in these kinds of acts with other prisoners, but what had caught Vincent in a state of paralyzed astonishment was witnessing his young friend in such a position. Cloud would probably have been the last person Vincent would have ever had a sexual thought about, even if he were entertaining the idea of Cloud having sex with someone else, like Tifa for example. He just never seemed like he had much of a sex drive. Sure Vincent could have admitted Cloud was attractive, but he never imagined he’d witness his blonde ex-SOLDIER friend getting raped by a thug in the dirt. There was something that was just very ignoble about the whole thing that made Vincent’s stomach turn over and made him sure his image of Cloud might be tarnished forever, through no fault of his own. Would he really have to watch this?



He watched Loz drop his weapon and began to touch Cloud and Vincent averted his eyes. He should just go and leave Cloud with his dignity. Watching would only make it worse for Cloud. A very violent pounding had steadily grown in Vincent’s chest until now it almost seemed in stereo, like the two men he was watching would surely hear it and spot him any instant. Vincent made up his mind to go, but before he could take off he heard a sound out of Cloud, he wasn't sure what he found more disturbing, the image the sound was attached to or Vincent's sudden instinct to be aroused by it. With a long hesitation, and a clench of his gloved fingers, he turned, inflamed iris’s landing right on them again as his eyes narrowed.



What he saw made him want to rip that pathetic remnant apart. It was a kind of anger that may have stemmed from…. jealousy. Even if Cloud obviously wasn’t enjoying himself, Loz still got to touch him. He got to take him just like that, as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. When Vincent could never dream of just throwing Cloud on the ground and fucking him into a coma. He wanted to stop him, but he'd be seen long before he got close enough to do anything, and if he shot at him he'd risk hitting cloud.



“……….”



Was he really just thinking that?



Vincent wet his lips uncomfortably and tried to reason away a building ache between his legs.



Suddenly he was jarred out of his lustful thoughts by watching Cloud suddenly fight back, smashing Loz royally right in the face, and something in Vincent leapt up in excitement, encouraging Cloud to fight back. His inner cheering was crushed when Loz immediately wrestled him back into position and began preparing himself.



Vincent’s gaze on Loz turned about as vicious as Cloud’s did when he watched the man slide his erection back and forth along the crevice of his ass. Vincent suddenly clenched the tree trunk so hard his claws left an indentation in the bark a few inches deep.



You despicable bastard…



There were few things in this world that could work the usually cool, detached Vincent into such a frenzy, but watching this spectacle was causing a lot of unexpected emotions to suddenly bubble to the surface.



Then he watched as Loz began to pound into his friend, the noises emitting from the blonde were making Vincent’s anger harder to maintain. There was just something so erotic about it, especially because it was Cloud. The usually so reserved and shy boy he’d known for so long and was good friends with, and until this moment never saw him in such a salacious way. Everything about Cloud now was provoking some very carnal desires in Vincent. The way he shouted each time Loz thrust forward, all the little trembles and arches in his young slender body, the hastened breathes passing from between his parted plump lips. Suddenly he wished he could be in Loz’s place rather than shoot him.



The expression on Loz’s face was torturous, the bastard looked like he was in heaven… Vincent sneered at him slightly before returning his attention to the boy under him. That growing ache in between his legs was now a dull pain, a tension twisting against his will as his cock hardened inside his pants, straining against the binding fabric.



Vincent swallowed, clenching his fingers tightly in an effort to not move them to do what he wanted to do. He just didn’t think he could live with himself if he actually masturbated to the visual of his friend being raped, he had enough issues without adding a sick fetish to the list. He swallowed a thick lump in his throat against his adam’s apple and kept his glowing blood red eyes fixed on them. He noticed the longer his attention stayed riveted on them, the change in Cloud. He noticed before Loz even did. His gaze moved lower under Cloud’s body and he could see Cloud had gotten hard, and was now being responsive to Loz’s touch. Somewhere in the back of Vincent’s mind he wondered if that meant he could have his way with Cloud someday too, that he could moan for him while Vincent held him against his body like that. Suddenly Vincent’s breathing had become very shallow and that misbehaving hand had wandered down to undo the clasps on his pants and he bit the tip of a finger on the glove, pulling it off and accidentally dropping it but could care less at this moment.



Vincent had large hands, but they were still elegant looking, long slender fingers but still chiseled in that masculine way that most of Vincent’s features were… same could go for another part of his anatomy that those slender fingers found their way to. He lidded those violent colored eyes with a small exhale as his fingers moved over the velvety hot flesh of his erection. It had been a very long time since Vincent had a sexual encounter and even longer since he touched himself, he thought vaguely the damned silver haired brothers were in a way; stirring up a lot of trouble in this category than anyone ever had since they arrived.



Vincent squeezed himself, just enjoying how it felt as he moved his soft fingers over it and occasionally swirling his thumb across the tip and then his eyes opened again, glassy with arousal as he watched the two men. Now Cloud was on top and if he thought he enjoyed the show before, this was almost unbearable. He watched Loz’s fingers dig into the flesh of his backside as he slammed up into his tightness and the blonde did nothing but arch his body and moan and ride every thrust with a kind of wanton abandon he never knew Cloud could display. It left Vincent with his lips slightly parted in surprise but his hand still moved over his member, creating a slowly building rhythm that had his breathing sharper and his body tense.



Now he was getting the kind of friction that he needed to cum, and he could feel his orgasm begin to build. His eyes fell to halflids on them and it became very easy for Vincent to imagine himself in Loz’s place, having Cloud ride his cock, his tightness squeezing the entire length of Vincent’s dick as it plunged deep inside with every thrust, running his hands all over every inch of his exposed skin, grabbing his ass in two handfuls and making even faster sharper thrusts into him as his lips trailed over his soft skin until he came in contact with his voluptuous lips and they enjoyed a messy wild kiss as he felt his body tighten, the tension coiling within him before it snapped, and Vincent came, spilling over his fingers as he bit his lip to stop the groan from issuing forth but otherwise didn't lose his composure. He felt the waves of his release wash over him as the warm liquid stuck to his fingers and he tried to blink his way back to reality. It was such a vivid fantasy, made even more real by what he was watching. Still a little sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm, he moved to zip himself back into his pants and subsequently shuddered a bit.



Then as he looked down at his cum soaked fingers and returned to his senses, it began to sink in what he had done. He felt pretty disgusted with himself. He looked over to the two men who were still humping against the tree and Vincent decided he couldn’t watch anymore. He took out his phone and realized he had a message, he listened to it with a stern expression, it was Tifa and she was in trouble. He wouldn’t be able to guard Cloud anymore. It seemed like Cloud had this handled though, Vincent wasn’t all that worried that something could go very wrong. He would go and help Tifa and then come back later for Cloud, hopefully then he’d have the opening he needed to rescue Cloud without any trouble.



He wiped off his hand on a corner of his cloak that he decided would be unnoticeable for awhile, and with one glance back at Loz and Cloud, he made a silent promise, perhaps in a way, to feel less guilty about leaving him, and for what he had done.


'I promise to come back for you, just hold on a little longer Cloud.' And then vanished out of the trees.