Painting love with Blood

Prologue

Love is said to be beautiful. There are supposed to be sweet words whispered in ears, fruit pressed in each others’ lips while juice runs down their chins. There is meant to be trips to the local funfair and hot passionate sweaty nights of tangled limbs and fevered begging’s of ‘please please more’. Love was not supposed to be crimson. Crimson red of blood that ran down from multiple cuts as that ohsowicked tongue lapped the vibrant liquid. Love was not supposed to hurt like this.


Cloud groaned as he pulled upon the restraints that held him to the bed. The collar and cuffs were velvet lined so that they did not chaff, only the best for the good lord’s puppet.


He had been a good policeman, the one who was more stuck in the old fashioned ideals of justice and that every crook had a reason or that if he didn’t he would be arrested with handcuffs and placed in jail. Well handcuffs had been used but not on the right person. Cloud laughed at the irony that the first time he and Sephiroth had come together sexually had been with him restrained by his own police-issued handcuffs. It was a bitter laugh, he had said no at first but that tongue ohsowicked had him pleading and begging. All the while Sephiroth had worn that insufferable smirk, the same one he wore as he ripped into his victims’ spraying the crimson liquid he so loved to decorate Cloud’s chest.


He hadn’t wanted this. Hadn’t wanted the attention of the worst serial killer Midgar had seen since the case of the mad scientist Hojo. Liar, you enjoy it. You enjoy the pain just as much as you enjoy the attention he gives to you.


The door opened and Cloud turned his blindfolded eyes to the even, confident steps that came closer with every ‘thud’ of the shoe hitting the ground. The silk sheets slipped further down his hips as a weight settled on the bed just below where he was sitting. The scent of grain wood musk with a hint of pine accompanied always by the undercurrent of blood drifted into his nose. The smell became stronger as the weight shifted towards him and he felt a different type of silk brush across his thighs as Sephiroth’s hair draped across him.


“You look so enticing here, such a prettily wrapped gift for me. The black sheets look wonderful against your skin. You know red and black suit you that is why you are most beautiful when you are covered in blood lying on these sheets,” The voice is soft and seductive, a gentle purr as he runs his one of his hand along Cloud’s chest, fingers tracing the marks of healing cuts, the other cups Cloud’s chin tilting the head towards where his ohsogreen eyes must be.


“Let me go!” Cloud wrenches his head out of Sephiroth’s grip and moves as far away from the man as the chains will allow him. The sheets slipping off his body as he struggles to get away.


“No no puppet. You can’t run away. Not anymore.”


The weight sifts again and Cloud finds himself on his back with his hands pressed into the mattress above his head. He thrashed and turned his head from side to side, futilely trying to get away from the hand that was now trailing down his stomach, bypassing his crotch to caress his thighs. A mouth came down on a previously abused nipple and bit, re-opening an old wound bringing blood to the surface. Cloud gasps and arches against his will into the sensation as fire once again runs along from the places that Sephiroth touches.


“That’s better, good boy” The smirk can be heard in his voice.


“I killed someone else today; it was a pretty boy who looked like you. He was similar you know, with blue eyes and blond hair. But he was not you, his eyes were not blue enough and his hair was too brown. So I killed him for sullying your image, for dirtying the beauty that you are.”


Cloud choked back a sob.


“Why? Why do you do this to me?” why, why this endless torture? What did he do to attract this insane man’s attention?


“Why? Oh Cloud, surly you are not blind to your own beauty, puppet. He sullied your beauty and I had to remove any stains you could gain. I noticed you first, working on the case of the little girl, I knew then I wanted you to only look at me. To only think of me no matter where you were. To have those beautiful eyes filled with so much hatred and determination to be focused solely on me. We complete each other you know. We are two sides of the same coin is it not natural for me to want you close to me? Therefore you should love me and me only.”


“I could never love you!” The words are said hotly but even when he speaks them Cloud knows it is too late. He already loved this beautiful, insane man. But even now, especially now he lied to himself if maybe that would make it go away.


Sephiroth burst out laughing. Cloud could hear it and feel it vibrate though the bed and into his chest, squeezing his heart ever more.


“Keep telling yourself such cute words. If that is what you want to believe then I will let you go. But remember that I am the only one allowed to touch you. And while you are gone know that you will have only me on your mind,” Sephiroth’s voice came closer and the next part was whispered in Cloud’s ear. “When you miss me enough to cast aside your useless resistance you will come back to me, willingly. You belong to me, Cloud!”


With that Cloud felt a sharp pain in his arm and everything faded away. He woke later, unbound with his wounds wrapped in clean bandages. He spotted his police uniform at the end of his bed. Clutching it to his chest he wondered again how he had gotten into this situation. As he pulled on his shirt it brushed past his ear, a sharp new pain jolted him. He brought his hand up to his left ear and startled. A new earring was in place where there had been nothing before. He rushed over to the mirror at the vanity table. There sparkling innocently in his ear was a green gem. Green like his eyes.


“You belong to me, Cloud.” Sephiroth’s words echoed in Cloud’s mind. He laughed clutching the table in an effort to support himself.


He walked out of the door, fully dressed with his cap sitting on his hair. At the corner of the street he hailed a taxi.


A figure watched it drive off, eyes that had followed Cloud ever since he had woken up glinted. Sephiroth smirked; the earring had sparkled in the sun as Cloud climbed into the taxi. Proof that he belonged, however unwillingly, to Sephiroth and so Sephiroth was content to watch Cloud return to his life. He knew that Cloud would come back; puppets cannot live without their masters after all.

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Right, this was posted on myprettypuppet on live journal, the SephirothxCloud community, so i am just putting it here, warning this thing is by no way finished. Hope you like it