Living in Darkness

Chapter 4
Gift

It was happening again. The total breakdown of his will. The desire too great to make it stop. Silver hair spread across his body like smooth silk, his sense going into overload with the perverse pleasure. Every touch, caress and kiss left him craving more. If this was what eternity had in store, was it all that horrible to live with?

Sephiroth's name crossed his lips in a lustful whisper as he awoke from the all too familiar dream, a dream he had been having now since he had weakened under Sephiroth's seductive power. No longer did he have the nightmare of his memories haunting him, no, now he dreamed of twisted sex with the murderer of the planet. He honestly didn't know which was worse.

"Dammit," he cursed softly, draping his arm across his eyes, trying to will his arousal away. 'Why do I keep dreaming about him? Has my own mind become that distorted?' After a few agonizing minutes he decided to take a cold shower, and not for the first time as of late.

He had an elaborate bedroom and bathroom now, far different from the stone room he had first awoken to after Sephiroth had defeated him, and he hated it. He hated everything within the walls of the mansion, because it was nothing more than a fancy prison. As dark and shadowed as the world was now he still longed to go out. Anything to be free of these walls, even for just a short time.

He turned on the cold water, stepping into the freezing spray and soaped up his body as his erection quickly ceased to exist. 'I'm going to find a way to get out of this mansion today if it's the last thing I do,' he thought with determination as he hurriedly washed. His teeth were chattering and he was covered with goose bumps by the time he was through, but he felt refreshed and clearheaded now. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a thick towel and quickly dried off, eager to get started on his search for freedom.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door, not expecting to see Sephiroth standing there, or being pulled into the bedroom and having his body be forcefully pressed against the wall with his arms pinned above his head. Like always he struggled to get free, but to no avail. The silver haired monster never tired of demonstrating his strength over him. He pressed his mouth against Cloud's neck, making the blonde shudder with an unusual mixture of revulsion and lust.

"Did you have another nice... cold... shower.., Cloud?" he said with a touch of amusement as if he knew the reason why, nuzzling and kissing the crook of his neck as he spoke. Cloud couldn't speak, not trusting his voice to be strong enough. Sephiroth had caught him unaware several times before, but never in the sanctuary of him bedroom. "Would you like me to warm you up?" His tongue trailed up to his ear, licking playfully at the lobe, making Cloud squirm in his grasp.

"No, I wouldn't," his voice wavered, and he cursed inwardly when he felt his body responding to the man pressed against him.

"Hmmmm, as you wish," he said softly, releasing Cloud and stepping back with a low chuckle that turned into a deep laugh when he saw Cloud's obvious arousal pushed against his towel. "Your body betrays you, Cloud."

"Shit," Cloud muttered, blushing with embarrassment, pushing past Sephiroth angrily to get some clothes. He kept his back to him as he hurriedly pulled his clothes on, but could feel his eyes crawling over him nonetheless. "Why are you in my room?" he snapped, glaring at the intruder, feeling braver now that he wasn't completely exposed.

"I have a gift for you," he said, slowly gliding toward him.

"Who says I want anything from you?" Cloud sneered in answer and stepped back, keeping his distance from the advancing man.

"Just come to the foyer when you're done getting ready and you'll see," he said, leaving the room with a sly smile on his face. Cloud watched him go with suspicion, wondering what the hell the bastard was playing at now. Was it some new kind of perverted game to torment him further.

Unsure as he was, he was still curious and he finished getting ready, pulling on his socks and boots. Out of habit he put on his harness and sheath, sliding his sword snugly in place before leaving the room. He cautiously made his way downstairs, making himself prepared for any attack that might come suddenly. This could easily be a mind fuck game that Sephiroth was playing, and he wouldn't put it past the bastard to do something like that.

When he saw the large entry door wide open, his uneasiness grew. That door was never open. Sephiroth was nowhere to be seen and he edged anxiously toward the outside, hand on the hilt of his sword. No attack came, no burst of energy throwing him back and when he got outside his eyes widened in wonder at the sight of his Fenrir. He hadn't even thought about his motorcycle since he awoke here, but now that he saw it, he realized how much he missed the freedom he felt when riding it.

"Do you like your gift?" he heard Sephiroth's soft voice ask behind him and he turned, feeling dazed and slightly elated.

"Where?..... How?" he asked softly in astonishment, looking back at the bike and touching it to make sure that it was real.

"That doesn't matter. You may ride it as you wish, but know this, if you try to flee from me, I will find you. Understood, Cloud?" he said in a distinct tone of warning. Staring at the bike, Cloud nodded slowly, but didn't speak. "Tell me you understand, Cloud," Sephiroth growled, suddenly right behind him, yanking his head back painfully by the hair.

"I understand," he answered heatedly, his piercing blue eyes glaring angrily up at Sephiroth's intense gaze.

"Good," he said, relaxing his grip only slightly. "You belong to me, Cloud. The sooner you realize that, the better." Before Cloud could respond, Sephiroth was kissing him, prying his lips apart with a demanding tongue. His mind told him to fight and he started to struggle, but damn if he wasn't starting to feel the beginning stirs of arousal, the simple kiss titillating him to the point of surrender once again.

'What is this bastard doing to me?' he dimly thought, then kissed him back with wild intensity, savoring the feel of Sephiroth's lips pressed against his. Their tongues rolled together slowly, tasting, caressing and exploring. Cloud was hopelessly lost in the sensations, running his hands through the impossibly soft silver hair, pressing his body closer against the man who had him under his seductive spell.

Only when Sephiroth moved his hand between their bodies to cup his arousal did he find the strength to break the kiss. He pushed Sephiroth away with an angry grunt and backed up cursing breathlessly. He couldn't allow that to happen again, he wouldn't. Sephiroth gave him a slow smile, but his eyes gave a sharp glint of deep rage from being denied what he wanted.

"Why do you continue to resist what you so desperately want?" His voice was cool, yet strongly alluring at the same time.

"No!" Cloud shook his head. "You want this, not me. You've done something to me," he accused. "You're bending me, using me like you have before, like a fucking puppet!"

"It's so easy to think that, isn't it?" he said slowly. "I've done nothing to you, Cloud. It's your own desire driving you."

"Liar!" he shouted, getting on his Fenrir swiftly, gunning the engine. He sped off to an unknown destination, leaving Sephiroth behind who was smiling at his retreating form.

"Denial will only go so far," he said softly. He knew Cloud would try to escape him, he was counting on it. A hunt was just what he needed and he knew Cloud wouldn't disappoint him.