FFVII - Kneel
Title: Kneel
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters/pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: R
Summary: Love me, worship me. Make me your slave.
Warnings: Mild Dom/sub
Notes: Porn Battle, derp derp.
Table of Contents
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The boy looks around, curious and nervous and half-aroused, taking in the spartan room. His eyes linger on the wide expanse of Sephiroth's bed, and he gives the general a cringing sort of smile over his shoulder. "I-" he starts, and swallows thickly. "Um, where would you like to start?"
Sephiroth raises a brow. "Zack tells me you're quite the little hellion in bed," he says mildly. The ridges of Cloud's cheeks darken a little. "I am aware that Zack and I are two different people, but surely, you know what you're doing."
Cloud laughs, an odd sound. "Yeah, well," he almost-drawls, and Sephiroth can hear the mountain accent in his words. "Things with Zack don't, um, they don't go the usual way. I don't think you'd go for it, Si-." He breaks off the title, much to Sephiroth's relief. Nothing killed a moment faster than being called 'General' or 'sir'. Ugh.
"Try me," Sephiroth says. "Do to me what you'd do to Zack at this moment."
Cloud frowns absently. "You sure?" Sephiroth arches his brow again, and Cloud sighs through his nose. "All right." His body straightens, and he turns to face Sephiroth squarely. "Kneel," he orders.
Sephiroth is surprised. The boy spends most of his time being quiet and eager to please and scared stiff. Command is not something he'd ever seen in Cloud, but Cloud wore it well, staring down Sephiroth as well as any Sergeant.
So, this is what Zack liked, hm? He'd have to remember that.
He's pretty sure Cloud is shocked when he obeys, sinking to the floor with his coat puddled around his knees. He sits on his heels and rests his hands on his knees, his eyes unfocused. Submissive, and thinking the word holds it's own private thrill.
Cloud is at the ege of his vision, watching, and apparently coming to a decision. Socked feet echo like boot heels as he is approached, and trigger-calloused fingers tip his chin up. "If you're just fucking with me," Cloud says, low and dangerous and completely in command, and no wonder Zack likes this. "Tell me right now, and we'll stop this and go back to being the great general and his nightly catch. If I find out that you don't want it like this, I will make your life miserable, do you understand me?"
Not like Cloud could even bruise him, but it was all a game, all parts to a game, and it is Sephiroth's turn to be surprised at the icy thread of want-fear Cloud's voice puts into his belly. Cloud can't do a damn thing to him but he sounds as if he could destroy the general's life at a whim, all confidence and arrogance. And Sephiroth likes it. "I'm not," he states, not focusing his eyes on Cloud, his best 'I'm in formation and getting yelled at' stare from earlier years.
Cloud's face is in his vision, Cloud's eyes boring into his own, searching his expression desperately for some sign that he was being messed with. Sephiroth stares back and after a moment, Cloud drops his chin. "Good," he says. A brief hesitance, a quick moment of self-consciousness, and Cloud moves to stand in front of Sephiroth directly. A hand pets Sephiroth's hair. "This is going to last a very long time," Cloud murmurs, his hand tightening to the point of almost-pain. His other hand starts to undo his belt. "We use 'ether' as our safe word. After this point, nothing else will make me stop." He lets go of Sephiroth's hair with a rude shove to his head and undoes the button of his dungarees. "Now. Find a way to be useful."
Indignation flares at the shove, at the callous treatment, and it's met with equal arousal. He needs to remember to thank Zack for this. Until then, he leans forward and grabs Cloud's zipper between his teeth.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters/pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: R
Summary: Love me, worship me. Make me your slave.
Warnings: Mild Dom/sub
Notes: Porn Battle, derp derp.
Table of Contents
o o o
The boy looks around, curious and nervous and half-aroused, taking in the spartan room. His eyes linger on the wide expanse of Sephiroth's bed, and he gives the general a cringing sort of smile over his shoulder. "I-" he starts, and swallows thickly. "Um, where would you like to start?"
Sephiroth raises a brow. "Zack tells me you're quite the little hellion in bed," he says mildly. The ridges of Cloud's cheeks darken a little. "I am aware that Zack and I are two different people, but surely, you know what you're doing."
Cloud laughs, an odd sound. "Yeah, well," he almost-drawls, and Sephiroth can hear the mountain accent in his words. "Things with Zack don't, um, they don't go the usual way. I don't think you'd go for it, Si-." He breaks off the title, much to Sephiroth's relief. Nothing killed a moment faster than being called 'General' or 'sir'. Ugh.
"Try me," Sephiroth says. "Do to me what you'd do to Zack at this moment."
Cloud frowns absently. "You sure?" Sephiroth arches his brow again, and Cloud sighs through his nose. "All right." His body straightens, and he turns to face Sephiroth squarely. "Kneel," he orders.
Sephiroth is surprised. The boy spends most of his time being quiet and eager to please and scared stiff. Command is not something he'd ever seen in Cloud, but Cloud wore it well, staring down Sephiroth as well as any Sergeant.
So, this is what Zack liked, hm? He'd have to remember that.
He's pretty sure Cloud is shocked when he obeys, sinking to the floor with his coat puddled around his knees. He sits on his heels and rests his hands on his knees, his eyes unfocused. Submissive, and thinking the word holds it's own private thrill.
Cloud is at the ege of his vision, watching, and apparently coming to a decision. Socked feet echo like boot heels as he is approached, and trigger-calloused fingers tip his chin up. "If you're just fucking with me," Cloud says, low and dangerous and completely in command, and no wonder Zack likes this. "Tell me right now, and we'll stop this and go back to being the great general and his nightly catch. If I find out that you don't want it like this, I will make your life miserable, do you understand me?"
Not like Cloud could even bruise him, but it was all a game, all parts to a game, and it is Sephiroth's turn to be surprised at the icy thread of want-fear Cloud's voice puts into his belly. Cloud can't do a damn thing to him but he sounds as if he could destroy the general's life at a whim, all confidence and arrogance. And Sephiroth likes it. "I'm not," he states, not focusing his eyes on Cloud, his best 'I'm in formation and getting yelled at' stare from earlier years.
Cloud's face is in his vision, Cloud's eyes boring into his own, searching his expression desperately for some sign that he was being messed with. Sephiroth stares back and after a moment, Cloud drops his chin. "Good," he says. A brief hesitance, a quick moment of self-consciousness, and Cloud moves to stand in front of Sephiroth directly. A hand pets Sephiroth's hair. "This is going to last a very long time," Cloud murmurs, his hand tightening to the point of almost-pain. His other hand starts to undo his belt. "We use 'ether' as our safe word. After this point, nothing else will make me stop." He lets go of Sephiroth's hair with a rude shove to his head and undoes the button of his dungarees. "Now. Find a way to be useful."
Indignation flares at the shove, at the callous treatment, and it's met with equal arousal. He needs to remember to thank Zack for this. Until then, he leans forward and grabs Cloud's zipper between his teeth.