Living in Darkness

Chapter 9
Seemingly Content

Sparks flew when steel clashed together, the battle between them intense like a roaring fire. Cloud jumped back, just avoiding a vicious swipe from Masamune, moving back in with a swipe of his own. Sephiroth blocked the attack, then spun with skilled grace and speed, his deadly blade coming within inches of slicing Cloud's stomach before the blonde managed to deflect the blow. Hot anger flared and the blonde rushed in headlong, letting out a cry of triumph when his sword slashed his combatant's left arm. His feeling of success was short lived when his feet were knocked out from under him with a well placed leg sweep, his sword clattering across the floor from his grip when he landed hard on his back. Cold steel touched him under the chin, pushing up to make him look up at green eyes that were filled with amusement.

"I win," Sephiroth said, his smile condescending.

"You always win," he answered with a trace of sarcasm. "And, it's only because you fight dirty," he added with a slight smirk.

"So you say," he said, his voice haunting with desire as he took to tracing the tip of his blade down to Cloud's sweat covered chest, careful not to pierce the skin. "I want my prize."

"Then come and get it," Cloud invited, leaning back to rest on his arms as he gazed up at his lover. This had become a regular occurrence between the two of them since Cloud had accepted his 'destiny', as Sephiroth had called it. They sparred often, at Sephiroth's insistence, always ending up going at each other like a couple of horny teenagers afterward.

In the months that had passed, Cloud had gotten accustomed to their illicit relationship, even relishing the closeness that had grown between them. He didn't love Sephiroth, that would be impossible to fathom, but he had an affinity for the man that refused to be ignored.

"I love your sweat," he said with a low rumble as he descended over Cloud's body. Just the sound of that voice was enough to get his blood pumping, and he was already aroused when his wicked tongue started teasing his nipples.

"Do we have to do this on the floor again?" Cloud breathed, the uncomfortable stone of the training room floor digging into his back as he lay flat under his lover's weight. He hissed when teeth bit down, groaning low when the pain was kissed away. The glint in his green eyes was devilish when he peered up at Cloud, giving him the answer without needing to speak. "Bastard," he whispered, looking into the emerald depths of those eyes, pulling him closer with fists full of silver hair for a hungry kiss. Sephiroth skimmed the depths of his mouth as if trying to put it to memory, and he kissed back with just as much enthusiasm.

While his lover was occupied, Cloud braced his foot on the floor, pushing with a strong and swift motion to switch positions, putting himself on top of Sephiroth's body. It was always this way, the struggle for dominance. Not only during the ferocity of swordplay, but also in the searing heat of passion. For Sephiroth it was just a game, but for Cloud it was that strength of will within him that demanded that he continue to fight. In the end though, the silver haired bane of his existence always came out on top, but it didn't keep Cloud from trying.

For the moment, Sephiroth was letting him have his way as he ran his hands up and down the smooth skin of Cloud's back, their lush kiss getting hotter with each passing second. Their groins began grinding together in a gyrating motion, both of them teasing each other with the delicious friction through the leather of their pants. It became too much, the kiss broken roughly by the writhing man beneath him, and before he could even protest his back was flat on the floor again as Sephiroth towered above him.

"You're like an addiction," Sephiroth rasped, unfastening Cloud's pants in a rush to yank them crudely down his thighs. Cold stone bit into the cheeks of his ass, but he paid it no mind as he watched his lover unfastening his own pants to free his erection. He positioned himself over Cloud, pressing his cock over his face. The blonde took the head into his mouth as he felt Sephiroth lean over his body to do the same to his own stiff shaft.

It became near impossible for him to concentrate on his pleasurable work while Sephiroth lavished his cock expertly, running his tongue down to the base and up again to take his member fully into the slick warmth of his mouth. He couldn't stop his hips from hitching upward into the hot depths of his lover's oral cavity as he moaned around the thick organ sliding insistently in and out of his own mouth. When he thought the pleasure could get no greater, Sephiroth proved him wrong as he slid a slick finger inside his puckered entrance. His cry of ecstasy was muffled when that snaking finger brushed his prostate, making him have an abrupt climax that made him see stars.

"Suck," he heard Sephiroth's voice order him after his softening cock fell from between his sensual lips, the sound of it husky and ragged. Cloud lifted his head, taking more of his lover's cock within his mouth an inch at a time, relaxing his throat until he felt the course pubic hair touching his lips. "Yes," he hissed above him, his hips rocking slowly. He sucked hard and fast, readying himself for the thick warmth of seed that would soon fill his mouth. He urged his lover to thrust faster, putting his hands against his taunt ass to pull him firmly against his mouth. A guttural moan assaulted his ears before Sephiroth's essence coated his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, spilling a small amount past his lips as he pulled back for some much needed air.

He was still panting for breath when Sephiroth moved, shifting around until they were face to face once again. His lover was sated, but his eyes still held that powerful undertone of seduction that they always did when their bodies were so close. Cloud was taken into a tender kiss, Sephiroth's tongue slowly lapping at his own spent seed that coated his lips. Long silver hairs tickled his face as the sensual kiss continued, and he sighed contently with it, rolling his tongue slow and languid against his lover's. He didn't know how long they stayed that way, caressing and kissing like they had all the time in the world. And why not? They did after all.

"As much as I would love to continue this, I have something I need to do," Sephiroth said after pulling away regretfully from their lip lock. "Why don't you go out, have a ride on your bike perhaps?." He got up, straightening his pants to fasten them briskly.

"Sounds like you're kicking me out," Cloud said, a suspicious look in his eyes as he straightened his own pants before rising from the floor. Sephiroth merely chuckled, pulling Cloud back into his arms for a rough kiss that was a complete contrast to the one they had just shared moments ago.

"You belong to me, remember? Why would I want to kick you out, Cloud?" he murmured against his lips, smoothing back a few blonde hair that had fallen across Cloud's gorgeous blue eyes that were filled with uneasiness.

"Alright," he said, pulling from the arms that embraced him. He snatched his sword from the floor and left without another word, not able to shake his suspicions.

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Cloud sat on a cliff that was only a few miles from the mansion, the wind blowing his hair back as he looked off into the distance. The Fenrir, that he had recently scavenged from Edge and repaired, sat at his back, the engine ticking as the engine cooled in the breeze. Sephiroth had no reason to think that he would attempt to run from him again, and he had no desire to. He was allowed to roam as he wished, never being denied that right by his lover. He had grown accustomed to the dark shell of a planet, and it frightened him. Was he becoming as coldblooded as his lover? Was he himself becoming a monster now that he was a 'God'?

The only thing that frightened him more was that he was thinking less and less of his friends. The memories of them fading slowly from his mind with each passing day that he was with Sephiroth. He feared he would stop thinking about them altogether as time passed, and he didn't want that to happen. He felt tormented enough already for disgracing their memories by having this obscene affair with the one responsible for their deaths. Yet, he couldn't help himself. The seductive pull was just too strong for him to resist. If he didn't have Sephiroth, he would have nothing.

The only reason he didn't want to flee again was because he didn't want to be alone. This quiet emptiness of the planet would surely drive him mad if he didn't have someone. 'Or is there another reason, Cloud Strife?' He trembled with the thought, trying to push it away, but to no avail. 'Could this affinity be something more? Could it have possibly grown into....'

"I don't love him," he muttered to himself. Memories swept through his mind, the soft brush of silver hair, the feel of strong hands running over every inch of his body with slow tenderness, the hot caress of full lips crushed against his. "It's just sex," he whispered, feeling tears brimming his eyes. 'Why am I trying so hard to convince myself?' Warm tears spilled over, running down his cheeks. He didn't sob, or cry uncontrollably as his expression became stony and cold, the tears running freely down his handsome face. 'Damn you, Sephiroth. What have you done to me?'

He stood after a time, his tears dried and gone as if they had never fallen at all. Straddling the Fenrir, he looked out toward the horizon one more time before starting the engine and speeding toward home. He would shed no more tears. There just wasn't room for it in this cold new world. 'Maybe I am just as cold.'

When he stepped through the door of the mansion, a strange sound caught his attention. It was coming from upstairs, and he took two steps at a time as he rushed to find the source. It was coming from the library, the low hum becoming louder as he got closer. He unsheathed his sword, kicking the door open, leaving any caution behind. What he saw confused him and he froze, watching Sephiroth walk out of a dark tunnel that was in the middle of the room. 'What am I seeing?' It looked like a vortex of some kind and it closed after Sephiroth finished stepping through, the low hum disappearing with it.

"Cloud, I'm glad you're back. I have much to tell you," Sephiroth said, his eyes gleaming with an almost childlike excitement.