The Game

Sephiroth winced in discomfort, his arms bound behind him in such a way that his shoulders ached in a constant reminder of his position. The position Cloud - although, he didn't seem like his Cloud, not the shy, nervous boy Sephiroth was used to - had him forced into, on his knees, chest pressed to the floor, his ass in the air and his cock, hard and eager for attention. A heavy boot pressed down against his spine making Sephiroth further flatten himself against the floor, his shoulders burning and protesting.

"Is this how you wanted it?"

Cloud's voice drifted down, harsher than he'd ever heard it before. More confident, too. The boot on his back shifted, the tread scraping at his skin, then lifted. A flurry of motion behind him then a warm hand gripped the back of his neck, squeezing and digging nails into his flesh.

"I asked you a question," Cloud hissed, then followed it up with a sardonic laugh. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

There was a sharp tug on the leather straps holding the ball gag in place and Sephiroth tried to jerk his head away. No sooner did he move than the fingers tightened on his neck, warning him against struggling.

"Behave or else I'll stop."

That was the last thing Sephiroth wanted. He couldn't bear the thought of Cloud calling a halt to it, pulling away and leaving him without hope of completion. His lover had been reluctant to try this as it was; if he withdrew, it would be for good and not just part of the play. Forcing himself to relax, Sephiroth swallowed down his worry. He had to let Cloud maintain control.

A hand travelled down his back, tickling lightly over his spine and working its way towards Sephiroth's ass. When Cloud's fingers reached the cleft, they dipped downwards, stroking around Sephiroth's hole, stretched wide by a large, black buttplug. In an attempt to minimise his lover's unease with this new role, Sephiroth had taken the liberty of preparing himself prior to Cloud's arrival. It seemed that Cloud appreciated that, judging from the sounds of approval he made as he manipulated the buttplug; moving it from side-to-side and pressing it deeper. Unable to hide his pleasure, Sephiroth groaned, pushing backwards, onto the plug. Had he not been gagged, he mused, he might have been tempted to beg.

Suddenly, the plug was gone and Sephiroth felt empty and, strangely, vulnerable. He could feel the muscles of his stomach twitch in anticipation of what Cloud would do next. Patiently, he waited but no touch came. His earlier dread resurfaced; had Cloud changed his mind? From where his cheek rested upon the floor, he was unable to see Cloud. His senses, heightened through arousal and other less natural means, told him that Cloud remained close-by. For once in his life, Sephiroth felt a growing uncertainty. One wrong move and it would all be over. Frowning, he moved his eyes frantically, trying to catch a glimpse of Cloud without actually having to move his head to see, and in doing so jeaopardise the game.

Movement. There was movement behind him; he could see shadows at the edge of his field of vision, felt a disturbance of the air around him and then, there was no more hinting. He could feel Cloud's hands on his hips, even warmer than they had been earlier, fingernails digging into skin tough enough to withstand the damage. He was hesitating. Sephiroth held his breath, waiting for Cloud to make his move; to decide whether to go on or back off. If his elevated pulse and increased breathing were anything to go by, Sephiroth thought ruefully, then Cloud was struggling with his fight or flight instinct. Hardly surprising when one considered the circumstances. There was little about their relationship that could be considered proper at the best of times and so, a trooper, just about to fuck his bound-and-gagged general into the floor would cause even the most liberal of their colleagues to raise their brows in shock.

"Seph-"

Gone was the confidence he had shown earlier, replaced with a nervous tremble to his voice. One of Cloud's hands slipped around to Sephiroth's stomach, skimming downwards to the root of his cock and Sephiroth couldn't help growling around the gag any more than he could help the way his hips bucked forward, nudging Cloud's hand with his erection.

"You really do want this."

Despite the fact Cloud had muttered, the incredulity in his voice came over loud and clear to Sephiroth and he nodded as much as he was able, closing his eyes and breathing hard.

"Then who am I to deny you?"

With no further warning, Cloud pressed his own hard flesh against Sephiroth's opening and pushed in. The sensation of being filled by someone, by Cloud, went a long way in satisfying his craving. His lover had been right; he did need this. As much as he preferred his usual dominant role, defined by his career, his training, his upbringing, his everything, once in a while he needed to give in. He needed the comfort that allowing someone else to take control gave him. That Cloud had consented to do just that, albeit after many attempts at pleading and cajoling and long, late into the night, heartfelt conversations, admissions and promises on both sides, filled Sephiroth with untold happiness and something else that he couldn't name but was equally as satisfying.

This wasn't the first time Cloud had been the one to penetrate; at the beginning of their relationship, they had experimented until they found out what they preferred. It was, however, the first time he'd topped a completely submissive partner and Sephiroth knew what a turn-on that could be. Sure enough, before too long Cloud abandoned the long, slow strokes in favour of shorter, deeper thrusts, slamming into Sephiroth with little care for rhythm, just release. Both hands were on Sephiroth's waist, using it for leverage as he enthusiastically fucked his lover hard enough that Sephiroth suspected there'd be carpet burns on his cheek and chest.

His cock throbbed, aching for release but Sephiroth lacked the stimulation to push him over the edge. Cloud deliberately ignored his pleasure points, refused to take Sephiroth in hand and jerk him to climax. It was part of the game; Cloud would take what he wanted and satisfy himself before even considering his lover's physical needs. Sephiroth had been clear on those facts and to his immense satisfaction, Cloud was fulfilling his role perfectly. Already, he could hear the laboured breaths as Cloud fucked him, working towards his own completion. There was a dull ache at the base of his spine, either from the position he held or the withheld orgasm or maybe even both. It didn't matter. It felt good. He felt good. He felt like everything else in his life didn't matter and the only thing of importance to him was Cloud's satisfaction and then, all-too-abruptly Cloud was whimpering and jerking and spilling inside him.

And Sephiroth despite his lack of climax, he felt whole once more.