Darkness Falls
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,552
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 4
Disclaimer: That Cloud and Sephiroth are not mine is something that I despair of on a daily basis. In other words, Final Fantasy VII (c) and its characters are the property of Square Enix, they are not mine, and I am making no money whatsoever from this work of fan fiction.
A/N: Hi there readers! Sorry for the delay with this chapter, I just moved back to uni and it’s taken a few days to get settled again. As ever, if you have the time to leave it, feedback will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story, its Cloud/Seph all the way from here so be warned! Oh and there’s a spoiler for the FFVII: Last Order anime in this one.
Darkness Falls
Part 4
In some vague, dark portion of Cloud’s mind, a voice suggested he should fight, struggle, kick and do anything as long as it got the stronger man off him. His body, however, did not seem to appreciate the advice. He squirmed awkwardly, a half-hearted move to throw Sephiroth off him that was somewhat hampered by the long blade of the katana still deep in his shoulder.
“You still believe you can win? How...precious,” Sephiroth murmured, sliding his hand back up to Cloud’s chest, where it rested atop the first button of his shirt, toying with the fabric there.
“You still think... I’m just going to lie here and take it?” Cloud snapped in reply, turning his face to the wall even as his traitorous body jerked under the other man’s touch. He had never imagined that Sephiroth’s skin would be so...warm.
“Oh no, my puppet – I would never think that,” he thumbed open the first button, exposing more of Cloud’s pale, muscular chest; delighting in the excited flutter of the younger man’s heart when his hand passed over it, and even more so in the throbbing bulge pressing against his thigh.
“I’m not... your fucking... puppet!”
The hated nickname prompted a violent reaction in Cloud, who lurched forwards suddenly and knocked Sephiroth off balance. In a move so reminiscent of times past, the young SOLDIER pulled the masamune out of his body, inch by agonizing inch, cutting into his hands. He cried out as the blade finally came free, a heady mixture of elation and pain that spread around his body like wildfire, no doubt fuelled by the mako within. Clumsily, he threw the weapon to the side, before pinning Sephiroth to the floor with his good arm, and stubbornly keeping bodily contact to a minimum.
Sephiroth made no effort to push against Cloud’s hold, compromised though it was by his injury; instead, he was content to observe the flustered, angry, and most definitely aroused young man currently holding him down. Cloud was panting again, his body as taut as a bowstring as he fought to regain control of himself, of the situation. Any semblance of control on his part was soon discarded, however, when Sephiroth merely offered him a lazy smile and slowly, deliberately, licked his lips, never breaking eye contact.
Incensed by the display of arrogance, and his own tendency to submit to those more authoritative than himself, Cloud seized his chance, lowering himself onto Sephiroth’s body with a roll of his hips that drew a loud gasp from the usually emotionless General; his own cry made answer as hot, hard skin made contact with like. Emboldened, he bent his head to the older man’s bare chest and licked the skin just above his navel, slowly, enjoying the musky scent and the taste of salt on his tongue. He felt, rather than watched, Sephiroth moan his approval as the sound came up from low in his belly, soon followed by a large hand at the back of his neck that pulled him back up into a deep kiss.
Free, for now, from Jenova’s control, Sephiroth revelled in the freedom of his mind and body, the fire that coursed through his veins and the near-painful heat that settled between his legs, plundering Cloud’s mouth as his hand reached the fastening of the youth’s bloodied shirt. Pausing for a moment in running his thumb over the button, he took hold of the material and pulled, roughly. The cloth ripped and hung open, baring Cloud’s torso to him, and the buttons clattered noisily, strewn around the cave floor.
Cloud pulled back, breaking the kiss and looked down at himself in confusion, his lips bright red and swollen from Sephiroth’s attention. The General smirked, and chose that moment to pounce, easily flipping them so that Cloud was underneath him once more. The SOLDIER hissed in pain when his shoulder made contact with the rough floor of the cave, the wound still raw and bleeding.
“No fair,” he gasped, struggling to draw even breaths as the older man bore down on him, settling himself quite comfortably between the blonde’s thighs, and lavishing the same attention on his neck as his mouth had just received. Those large, warm hands roamed freely over his bare skin, smearing the thin stream of blood that had dripped down from his shoulder. Just as Cloud was working himself up to another protest, Sephiroth’s kisses took a slow and deliberate path southwards, tongue flicking out to gather the blood and sweat that glistened on his pale skin. A shudder racked his entire body, and his hips bucked instinctively when he felt teeth nipping at the waistband of his pants, the warm breath on his skin a teasing promise of the heat to come.
“S...Sephiroth...”
The General raised his head to look properly at his once-nemesis, now – now something else entirely. Stretched out half-naked beneath him, chest heaving with every panting breath, Strife was perfect. Even marred by the blood that stained his otherwise flawless, pale skin, he was something to be treasured.
“What is it that you want, Cloud?” he asked softly, fingers teasingly brushing against the fastening of the blonde’s leather pants, deliberately avoiding the pulsing organ beneath.
Even in the heat of his arousal, the SOLDIER had a stubborn streak a mile wide and refused to beg.
“You know what I want,” he snapped lustily, eyes fluttering shut once again as Sephiroth’s hand strayed a little lower.
“Do I?” the General asked, his face the very picture of innocence as he moved his hand back up Cloud’s body and away from where he most wanted it.
Cloud whined at the loss and shifted uncomfortably, gaining minimal relief as the taut leather moved with him. Sephiroth continued to tease, rubbing his knee against the blonde’s crotch, drinking in the keening wail the action produced with no small amount of satisfaction.
“Come on now, puppet, just three little words,” he purred, revelling in what he considered the heat of his victory.
Eyes hooded, Cloud gazed back up at the older man and smiled sweetly.
“Go fuck yourself.”
TBC
A/N: Hi there readers! Sorry for the delay with this chapter, I just moved back to uni and it’s taken a few days to get settled again. As ever, if you have the time to leave it, feedback will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story, its Cloud/Seph all the way from here so be warned! Oh and there’s a spoiler for the FFVII: Last Order anime in this one.
Darkness Falls
Part 4
In some vague, dark portion of Cloud’s mind, a voice suggested he should fight, struggle, kick and do anything as long as it got the stronger man off him. His body, however, did not seem to appreciate the advice. He squirmed awkwardly, a half-hearted move to throw Sephiroth off him that was somewhat hampered by the long blade of the katana still deep in his shoulder.
“You still believe you can win? How...precious,” Sephiroth murmured, sliding his hand back up to Cloud’s chest, where it rested atop the first button of his shirt, toying with the fabric there.
“You still think... I’m just going to lie here and take it?” Cloud snapped in reply, turning his face to the wall even as his traitorous body jerked under the other man’s touch. He had never imagined that Sephiroth’s skin would be so...warm.
“Oh no, my puppet – I would never think that,” he thumbed open the first button, exposing more of Cloud’s pale, muscular chest; delighting in the excited flutter of the younger man’s heart when his hand passed over it, and even more so in the throbbing bulge pressing against his thigh.
“I’m not... your fucking... puppet!”
The hated nickname prompted a violent reaction in Cloud, who lurched forwards suddenly and knocked Sephiroth off balance. In a move so reminiscent of times past, the young SOLDIER pulled the masamune out of his body, inch by agonizing inch, cutting into his hands. He cried out as the blade finally came free, a heady mixture of elation and pain that spread around his body like wildfire, no doubt fuelled by the mako within. Clumsily, he threw the weapon to the side, before pinning Sephiroth to the floor with his good arm, and stubbornly keeping bodily contact to a minimum.
Sephiroth made no effort to push against Cloud’s hold, compromised though it was by his injury; instead, he was content to observe the flustered, angry, and most definitely aroused young man currently holding him down. Cloud was panting again, his body as taut as a bowstring as he fought to regain control of himself, of the situation. Any semblance of control on his part was soon discarded, however, when Sephiroth merely offered him a lazy smile and slowly, deliberately, licked his lips, never breaking eye contact.
Incensed by the display of arrogance, and his own tendency to submit to those more authoritative than himself, Cloud seized his chance, lowering himself onto Sephiroth’s body with a roll of his hips that drew a loud gasp from the usually emotionless General; his own cry made answer as hot, hard skin made contact with like. Emboldened, he bent his head to the older man’s bare chest and licked the skin just above his navel, slowly, enjoying the musky scent and the taste of salt on his tongue. He felt, rather than watched, Sephiroth moan his approval as the sound came up from low in his belly, soon followed by a large hand at the back of his neck that pulled him back up into a deep kiss.
Free, for now, from Jenova’s control, Sephiroth revelled in the freedom of his mind and body, the fire that coursed through his veins and the near-painful heat that settled between his legs, plundering Cloud’s mouth as his hand reached the fastening of the youth’s bloodied shirt. Pausing for a moment in running his thumb over the button, he took hold of the material and pulled, roughly. The cloth ripped and hung open, baring Cloud’s torso to him, and the buttons clattered noisily, strewn around the cave floor.
Cloud pulled back, breaking the kiss and looked down at himself in confusion, his lips bright red and swollen from Sephiroth’s attention. The General smirked, and chose that moment to pounce, easily flipping them so that Cloud was underneath him once more. The SOLDIER hissed in pain when his shoulder made contact with the rough floor of the cave, the wound still raw and bleeding.
“No fair,” he gasped, struggling to draw even breaths as the older man bore down on him, settling himself quite comfortably between the blonde’s thighs, and lavishing the same attention on his neck as his mouth had just received. Those large, warm hands roamed freely over his bare skin, smearing the thin stream of blood that had dripped down from his shoulder. Just as Cloud was working himself up to another protest, Sephiroth’s kisses took a slow and deliberate path southwards, tongue flicking out to gather the blood and sweat that glistened on his pale skin. A shudder racked his entire body, and his hips bucked instinctively when he felt teeth nipping at the waistband of his pants, the warm breath on his skin a teasing promise of the heat to come.
“S...Sephiroth...”
The General raised his head to look properly at his once-nemesis, now – now something else entirely. Stretched out half-naked beneath him, chest heaving with every panting breath, Strife was perfect. Even marred by the blood that stained his otherwise flawless, pale skin, he was something to be treasured.
“What is it that you want, Cloud?” he asked softly, fingers teasingly brushing against the fastening of the blonde’s leather pants, deliberately avoiding the pulsing organ beneath.
Even in the heat of his arousal, the SOLDIER had a stubborn streak a mile wide and refused to beg.
“You know what I want,” he snapped lustily, eyes fluttering shut once again as Sephiroth’s hand strayed a little lower.
“Do I?” the General asked, his face the very picture of innocence as he moved his hand back up Cloud’s body and away from where he most wanted it.
Cloud whined at the loss and shifted uncomfortably, gaining minimal relief as the taut leather moved with him. Sephiroth continued to tease, rubbing his knee against the blonde’s crotch, drinking in the keening wail the action produced with no small amount of satisfaction.
“Come on now, puppet, just three little words,” he purred, revelling in what he considered the heat of his victory.
Eyes hooded, Cloud gazed back up at the older man and smiled sweetly.
“Go fuck yourself.”
TBC