Darkness Falls

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: Sorry for the delay! Hope you enjoy and, as ever, if you have the time to leave some feedback it is very much appreciated.

Also, regarding how they managed to get from the Northern Cave to Midgar in the last chapter, I guess I didn’t really think that through, but I’d imagine there was some sort of Shinra extraction team involved...


Darkness Falls

Part 9

Cloud’s hesitant kiss amused him, in a way. This was the warrior who had so brazenly defied Jenova mere days ago, staring death in the face without so much as a blink. Still, it gave him ample opportunity to pick up from where they had left off in the Northern Cave.

Slowly, as if committing every contour to memory, Sephiroth moved his hand down the curve of Cloud’s side to rest at his hip, his fingers splayed over the coarse material of the gown, longing to feel the warm, soft skin beneath.

He opened his mouth to the blonde’s probing tongue and they exchanged a more heated kiss as Cloud grew in confidence, his hand tightening in the General’s hair to hold him in place.

Sephiroth pulled away first, his jade eyes darkening as he reached for the top fastening of Cloud’s gown and slowly pulled it open, drinking in the sight of the pale skin beneath. Cloud blinked slowly, hazily and gasped at the feel of the cool air on his bare chest, so different to the fire that raged through him and pooled in his belly.

The General smiled knowingly, moving his hand lower to the next fastening and making quick work of it, so that the flimsy gown slipped from Cloud’s left shoulder. As he caught sight of the bandage there, however, Sephiroth paused, and gingerly smoothed his fingers over it, trying to ignore the unwelcome flash of guilt the action produced.

Just as he was about to say something, however, he felt a gentle, warm hand cover his own and, raising his head, he watched as Cloud lent down and flicked his tongue over each of his fingers in turn, the erotic gesture making him groan low in his throat, more determined than ever to take him.

“You saw what it ... did to me, back there,” Cloud continued, letting Sephiroth’s hand drop, and moving his own to the leather straps that crossed over a perfectly toned, pale chest, swiftly unfastening the buckles and hearing them drop with a satisfying clang of metal on the tiled floor. Then he pulled the leather coat off strong shoulders and arms, Sephiroth aiding his efforts by shrugging out of the tight material that pooled quietly on the floor behind him.

“Hmm,” the General agreed, working on the middle fastening of the gown, made somewhat difficult by his partner’s eagerness to undress him, “It wasn’t quite the reaction I was expecting. Not that I’m complaining.”

Cloud flushed again, remembering how the pleasure he felt had flared bright, even amidst the pain and the blood, the oh-so-welcome heat of his tormentor’s body against his own, the cold steel sunk deep into his body. He was about to make another grab for Sephiroth’s hair when he felt a sharp tug on his gown and heard a button skitter into the corner of the room, before a slow rush of cold air spread over his upper body, the loose material falling away from his skin and leaving him bare to the waist.

Sephiroth’s hold on his hip grew tighter again as he pulled Cloud flush against him, and each groaned into the kiss as they felt the evidence of the other’s arousal, hot and hard against exposed skin. The throbbing need between his legs grew ever more demanding and he pulled back from Cloud’s mouth, casting a quick look around the room, trying his best to ignore his lover’s whine of protest, and subsequent writhing against him that made his eyes close against the raw pleasure. Biting back a moan, his gaze fell on a small, foldout bed in the corner of the room, the type that medical staff would crash out on for an hour or so in between shifts. It was barely big enough for one person, but it would have to do.

Following Sephiroth’s eyes, Cloud smiled and, whilst the larger man was still turned away from him, he slid his hand down the front of the tight leather and stroked, playfully, drinking in the look on the General’s handsome face when he moaned lowly, head back with his long hair draping behind him.

“You will bow down to me,” Cloud parroted Sephiroth’s earlier words in a mischievous tone, only doubling his efforts when one jade eye opened and narrowed at him, half drunk on the power and lust that pulsed in his veins.

“Very funny,” the General said, after calming his breathing for a bit, refusing to pant in front of Cloud – it would only make him worse, after all. He swiped at the hand palming his clothed erection and walked them, backwards, to the corner by the folding bed, pushing Cloud back against the cold wall and holding his arms above his head with one hand, while he grabbed at the end of the bed with the other. They both winced as the metal made a jarring screech against the floor before falling into its proper place, and stood perfectly still for a few moments, their breath hot against each others’ lips as they waited for the quiet footsteps of a curious nurse to fade away down the corridor.

“Think she heard?” Cloud asked softly, struggling against the grip that pinned him to the wall, as his arms were starting to feel a bit numb, “C’mon Seph, let me down!”

Satisfied that they were alone, for the moment at least, Sephiroth turned back to his lover and smirked knowingly, taking a long, hard look all the way down his lover’s taut body, to where the torn hospital gown barely covered the straining evidence of his arousal.

Realising in a split second what the older man was about to do, Cloud stammered a weak protest, “No – wait,” that was dutifully ignored as a strong hand fisted in the material and pulled, hard, the sound of tearing cotton the loudest thing in the small room besides their heavy breathing. He squeaked indignantly against the cold that bit into his thighs and buttocks when Sephiroth pushed him back, shoving petulantly at the broad chest in front of him.

“Allow me to warm you up again,” that obnoxiously assured voice purred, as warm lips left a trail of fire in their wake, kissing from his neck down to his belly, and lower. Cloud’s breath hitched as Sephiroth knelt before him, feeling his breath hot on his thighs. “Just you be quiet, puppet” the taunting voice continued, before taking him into his hot, wet mouth. Cloud’s body jerked so hard in response that he hit his head on the wall, and barely felt it, only vaguely aware of the low cry that had escaped his throat.

“Careful now,” Sephiroth laughed softly, “I want you conscious for what I’ve got planned.”

TBC