After Divide

Chapter 3

"Come for me Cloud."

And Cloud did it. The jolts of his climax washed over his body, his mind and his soul. The idea of being able to come inside of his once tormentor's mouth, watching him so eagerly drink his seed was not only lustful and exciting, it was also redemptive.

Cloud came with a harsh and loud groan. He felt his heart beat pumping in his ears, he was panting and when he glanced at Sephiroth he was still there, cleaning up after him, drinking his essence with a pleased look on his face. The general would want more, but Cloud still was afraid of how it would be. However, his ass was already throbbing in expectation, he couldn't deny the antagonic feeling towards the man. Fear and lust, need and aversion, were mingled not only on Cloud's mind, but covering his body while he wantonly swirled his hips on the man's mouth.
Sephiroth rolled off Cloud's soft sex and gave a kiss to his nose and jaw. Cloud embraced him and felt when the man released his weight beside him. He was warm, sweaty and protective, and the long strands of his hair were enveloping him like a silver blanket. He felt the man's extremely hard arousal rub against his belly. Cloud was still panting but he reached for the man's member and stroked it at a firm but steady pace.

" So good, Cloud…"

Cloud thought long and hard about what he was about to say, because even to his own mind he couldn't believe he wanted this, craved it and felt such a strong need. Had it really been so long he was willing to allowed the lust and the yearning to overcome the anger and the hurt?

"I- I want you inside me."

Sephiroth moaned with the stroke and the request from Cloud's trembling lips. The boy was scared, he could bet, but his Cloud was always defiant and head strong. His Cloud… since when, Sephiroth thought, lost in pleasure and doubts while Cloud's dexterous hands caressed his large sex forth and back. Surely this would be their last encounter in this life. He was there as a therapy for Cloud and for himself and if he would not indulge at this now, he never would have another chance again.

"Are you sure? However careful I can be, it might still hurt."

Cloud nodded and afraid to ruin their moment with words, he sat in the bed and reached for the bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a small bottle. He was more ashamed to show the lube to Sephiroth than he was with his request to be taken. The small bottle was full and new, like a symbol that he was waiting for him. But he knew what it meant. He glanced at Sephiroth and remained on his back when he extended the tube to him.

" This'll help."

Cloud didn't notice the narrowed green eyes staring at the lube and when the boy coyly turned his head to look at him, Sephiroth smiled to ease an odd and unreasonable feeling of jealousy that suddenly engulfed him. But again he felt no rights to be possessive with someone that clearly didn't belong to him and who was giving the courtesy of sharing his once forced body.
Forgiveness. Relief. Cloud's body in his grasp once again. This time, willingly for the young man.
Though the words Cloud had said was 'you twisted me', it led Sephiroth to wonder about how many lovers Cloud had during his time in Snowy Village. The youth had a pretty face, a toned and lustful body. It was impossible to not desire him. He glanced at the half open drawer, he saw condoms and other bottle of lube. If he could fully look inside the furniture, he was sure he would find more.
Sephiroth tried hard to hide his thoughts and feelings but he failed because Cloud noticed a sad smirk, a casted down look to the bed they were on and other part of Sephiroth's body, not so cheerful as before. What was he worried about now after he'd done all those things to him? Or was it deeper than Cloud was presuming? That look…it seemed that Sephiroth had become jealous…was this possible? Did Sephiroth really have deep feelings for Cloud? The thought thrilled him and he mentally passed the man's words about not pretending to care. Or did Sephiroth regret having to partake in such intimate moments with him? Cloud would need to push the right button to find out.

"I will understand if you don't want to do this anymore."

Sephiroth again, was pondering the reason that had brought him to Snowy Village, to Cloud's apartment, to his bed. He was well aware it was all his choice and Cloud was giving him another one: depart or enjoy.
He decided on the latter.
Sephiroth ran his fingers over Cloud's long spine, and the boy shivered. He sat on the bed and closed his body to Cloud, kissing his neck and shoulders. Sephiroth was fighting against his need to bite that tender flesh, remembering that biting was one of the many things he'd done to Cloud in the beginning. The pleasure of seeing a thin line of blood, covering the smooth skin was too tantalizing, but now, it must be suppressed.
The blond turned his body to Sephiroth and deeply kissed him, in such a lovingly way that Sephiroth wanted again, God knows why, to be the unique in the boy's life. But this would be only a fantasy for the general. A deep secret as many of his soul, that he would keep locked in the darkness.
He never will be and he never would be there again. He never would see Cloud again and he chose to enjoy instead of depart now. He would have done it later anyway. He closed his eyes and made himself forget about Cloud's possible lovers and focused only at the boy in his arms. He focused on the younger's cold fingers that was awakening his arousal, toying with his nipples and his hair. Sephiroth moaned with the soft and shy kisses of Cloud's lips and tongue over his belly and hip bones. Sephiroth moaned again, the wet and hot cavern of Cloud's mouth engulfed him with tenderness. The young man's tongue lapped over his slit, sucking his swollen head and licking the large vein of his member. It was a kiss, not the dirty blow jobs that he had made the boy give to him in the past. Cloud had had other lovers. This was a fact. His strokes were safer. He was experienced. He knew how to turn on a man in a burning mess for him.

Cloud always imagined that he might have had a strange connection with Sephiroth and he really did. The first time the man had decided to violate his body and mind, he'd violated his heart, imprinting himself on his psyche whether he liked it or not. He felt that it was not rejection, the look he received from Sephiroth, it was more possessiveness.
Not the jealous that the lovers felt by each other, but that kind one have with a personal object. A…possession. Cloud was a trapped possession, then a guilty possession and now he was a redemptive possession.
Cloud never would have the love from this man. Cloud would never love him either. Cloud felt sure with his discovery. Sephiroth was not able to have compassion for anyone or anything, but he was a child when it was related to emotions. Not even hide he knew. He would play with this new information. He would give this illusion for Sephiroth and he would try hard to fool himself too as an experienced lover. He would cry later, but now, he wanted what he was getting. Pretender, that was who he'd become since that first fateful day; it was his motto.

Cloud slowly backed away from Sephiroth and with the small tube in hand, he began to prepare himself to receive the imposing general. He lay in bed and opened wide his legs, not inviting, but not turning away either. How many times had he done this for Sephiroth during his captivity, tied to his bed in shame, in fear and in perverted lust.

" The condom is there…"
" I don't need it."
" It's up to you, Sir."

Cloud was use to what he was doing to himself and he gave a loud moan along with the glimmered look in the general's eyes, watching him look at his entrance being circled by his fingers. The powerful Sephiroth was panting at his show, but the subtle change on his sliced pupils were noticed by Cloud when he offered the condom. Jealousy. Possession. With a sad perversion, Cloud thought to himself that he would do his best to hurt the pride of the man during their moments together. He would not let Sephiroth get out of his bed feeling himself relieved or forgiven.
Cloud opened the cap and coated two fingers, slowly entering them inside his body. It was still painful to be stretched. It always would be, but soon, something which was much bigger than that, he knew would cause much more pain and will replace his fingers. But he would force himself to enjoy his fantasy, wanting to feel the pleasure of a hunter this time. Sephiroth would be his prey, as if that was possible.
Lost, inside his fantasy, Cloud closed his eyes and moaned, wriggling his hips and stroking his erection with his free hand. He coated more lube on his fingers and pushed three till the hilt was inside his anus and began to move them back and forth. Again, the tormented thought crossed his mind: why he was doing that? did he really longed to be fisted? The thrill of lust was arising on his core. The memories of silver hair, rough touches and his flesh being corrupted by Sephiroth made Cloud arched his back from the bed. He doubled the pace of his fingers in and out of his tight channel, groaning in pleasure when his prostate was touched. He heard Sephiroth groan and the cap of the lube was opened again.
Cloud; eyes still shut, felt the general between his legs, his warm body pressing against him. His large, long and hard member was rubbing his crotch, sliding over his perineum. When two long fingers joined his own fingers inside him, Cloud cried out. Sephiroth had found it. Cloud's breath was ragged in pleasure with the soft massage of his prostate. He opened his eyes and he saw Sephiroth's own green, lustful, gorgeous ones. The face of a merciless God, staring at him.

"Are you ready for me Cloud?"
"I never will be…"

The words turned Sephiroth on more than he already was, with a feverish kiss on the blond's mouth, carefully and slowly he replaced his fingers by himself , deeply burying inside Cloud.

Tight. Warm. Encompassing.

The sensation, compared only to the victory in the battle fields, to the raw power pleasure of killing the enemy. A jolt of pleasure was sent so deep up Sephiroth's spine that he faltered his movement and held his breath.
It was all he could do to not hurt the blond under him. Sephiroth groaned and his restrictions to be gentle with Cloud became very, very faint. The general grabbed the youth's leg and locked them above his broad shoulders, he pulled himself out of Cloud almost completely and then thrusted back again. Fiercely and swiftly. Cloud cried out and Sephiroth felt nails on his chest clawing in a bid to hold on to something tangible. He didn't care to sooth Cloud, he wanted that burning sensation, he wanted the freedom of his climax. He looked down and saw the same boy from one year ago. Small, defenseless, flushed and panting under his body, squirming as he could to protect himself from a memory long past, but to him would be like yesterday.

" Slow down, please…"

The general stopped his violent assault and lowered his head to plant a kiss on those parted lips. A kiss, how wonderful it was to be able to taste Cloud's lips. He should have done it in the past, if he had, he would might have this young man on his bed till now. Submissive and willingly in love with him, as Zack used to be before the happenings with Cloud, before his own madness. Again, the blond beneath him squirmed in discomfort. He would not cease the act, by anything in this world, not even by desperate cries from Cloud, but he could be less aggressive... Cloud did not take it like Zack. He never did, indeed. Sephiroth began to rock his hips in slow and circular thrusts, he was aiming for that spot, which would send Cloud into a mess of pleasure.

Cloud moaned and arched his back when he found it and in the same instant his body clenched on Sephiroth, eliciting a groan from the man's throat. He felt him pull out and enter again, with the same slow and circled motion to rub his prostate. But something on Sephiroth's behavior had changed. He could feel that a quiet despair was boiling inside the man, and for a second he tried to soothe himself, thinking that his sword was near of his head in case of need to use it.
The next thing Sephiroth knew, Cloud was clenching around him and it felt so good it almost hurt.

"Ah…yesss…fuck…Cloud…clench me…"

Sephiroth was close and if Cloud wouldn't follow him, it would be Cloud's problem. His other lover, the one for whom he had brought the lube and the condoms inside the drawer, could take care of him. Sephiroth thought that he had done enough for this boy, he had tried so hard to erase the bad memories, the bad feelings but there was only so much he could do. If this didn't help then there was nothing more he could do for Cloud. Nothing at all.
He sustained the slow pace but deepened it with shallows thrusts. He wasn't thinking of whether Cloud would feel pain, probably he was used with this by now and he'd felt worse. He was not that boy anymore. He was a man, maybe even promiscuous; he had said he was twisted. He probably had other men fucking him into the mattress, in this same mattress that they were on, pinning his body hard, grabbing his buttocks, those perfect round ass which never would belong to him. Men, who would kiss those pink smooth lips and receive from them amazing blow jobs that Sephiroth never would taste again. These men would smell Cloud's scent and feel the warmth of his insides. Perhaps, they would caress Cloud's body in the aftershock of his release, and the blond would snuggle close to them. All the jealous thoughts led the General into a wave of confusion, anger, pleasure and bitterness.Sephiroth felt his skin damp with sweat, his always controlled heart was losing the battle for his tormented mind, which was shattering for the young blond man. He whimpered and it called Cloud's attention.
Cloud turned his face to look at Sephiroth. He was panting, eyes closed, wisps of silver hair all over his face. There was no way for the man could be less gorgeous. Cruel, but ridiculously beautiful. Though, all of this did not belonged to Cloud, or maybe, only the cruel parts. The bitterness. Cloud sniggered to himself and clenched his inner walls so hard that he felt the general's member pulse in response. He would push the last button, he was pretending very well his role play of a experienced lover. He was afraid to let all his fake faces fall, because he was enjoying causing the General such problems. No, he would be lying to himself. He was actually in heaven with every stroke inside his body. Cloud was biting his lips, drawing blood of them, to keep his moans low and in control of his emotions, though he began to frantically touch himself towards his orgasm.

"Oh yes, rip my ass like before, harder…M-make me feel… Give me your sorry, give me your fury to be here! Fuck me deeper general...and I will scream your name when I come…as you always wished. Bite me, sir."

Sephiroth opened his eyes to make sure he was with his once innocent Cloud and not any wanton whore he had picked up in the streets. The words Cloud had said, in part shocked and aroused him. It didn't match with the sweetness and submissiveness of that Cloud, cheerfully smiling with Zack, with bright eyes of admiration at his hero, at Sephiroth. But what was he expecting? Cloud cried out in despair that Sephiroth had twisted him. Killed his innocence. Trapped his youth. He couldn't answer to Cloud's pleas, he was suddenly mute and captive to the youth's words.

"I know you want it...Sir. Were you not eager to fuck me deeper, to make my ass bleed?"

Sephiroth was pretending he was not caring, he was not feeling himself…dirty.
But he was dirty, he was merciless, he was…Sephiroth. It was why he had been created.
Not human, not careful, not loved. Zack Fair was a godly gift in his life to be able to put up with him and even he had not learned how to fully handle him till now. Let alone, Cloud. The frail and shy blond, his lover's friend. His victim and torturer at the same time, who was staring at him with parted mouth and eyes full of lust, who was maddening him in a mental and physical state of delirium, pleasure and sorrow.

" Don't you...Ngh..talk like this! You're not a hooker."

Cloud gave a loud laugh and wiggled his pelvis forward to meet Sephiroth's hips, deepening his thrusts inside his ass.

" You have no idea General...Bite me, sir…Fuck me and bite me…"

He raised his body and cupped Cloud's buttocks, sitting the boy on his lap. He sought for the tender flesh between Cloud's neck and his nape and with a feral grunt he bit the youth. He felt the skin opened under his fangs and a few drops of blood drenched on his mouth. With a few more fierce poundings he felt his chest and stomach wet with the youth's orgasm and released with a grunt his seeds inside the tight warmth that was Cloud. The young didn't say his name and he felt the boy's body melt, glued on to his own by their semen and sweat. He barely noticed when Cloud kissed his throat and stroked his face with dainty fingers; Sephiroth just placed a hand on the blond's hair. He tried to hold Cloud on his arms but he failed. Cloud rolled off the man's body as faster as a pro.

Cloud saw the general's blurred gaze. It worked. He had come, but without pleasure. He had dominated but without conquer. Feelings…To deal with it was not easy and not for all men. Certainly not for Sephiroth.
He got out of the bed and with a cocky expression to Sephiroth he said thank you. Probably the general would not remember that he had obliged Cloud to say 'thank you' every time after he was raped by him. Did he? Then Cloud went to the bathroom and locked the door. He was so empty that he didn't notice when tears started to roll down his cheeks, neither the General's semen dripping down on his legs.

Sephiroth acted as he was coming out of a trance and slowly began to dress himself to leave the apartment. He was hurt, but he would never admit it. Not even for himself, masking his sadness with anger, which, he was much more used to. He still had the iron taste of Cloud's blood on his lips and with the back of his hands, he cleaned his mouth.
The General went for the living room and didn't wait for Cloud. He opened the door and the frozen wind on his face was almost a relief.
He forgot his shirt. He forgot his words. He forgot the true meaning of his visit. Only that common and well received phrase had some meaning for him. However its meaning was not a good one: Thank You.
"Thank you, Cloud," Sephiroth whispered before going to his quarter.
Though furious, a sick feeling was revolving his guts. Somehow, it was as if 'he' had being raped by Cloud. He would leave that frozen grave of land still tonight. This mission should be aborted from his mind.
And once at home, he would need to deal with another turmoil: Zack.


A/N¹: Thanks for Rocquell, not only for the amazing betaing, but especially because it was her fiction that inspired this story. The fiction is " Divide and Conquer" and you could read it at .net/u/1678212/ or at her Lj journal .com/scribblearchive/