(*I’m just loving how gay the
FF7 Remake can be in regards to Sep and Cloud (yes, yes, I know, it isn’t
really a sexual thing between them as one is a sadistic psychopath who wants to
watch the kid get mentally demolished before he ruins everything else and the
other is a disillusioned emotional icicle. Combined they have a PTSD so thick
you could cut bricks out of. And 90% of the time their encounters are hallucinations from the mako poisoning. I KNOW.) But, you know. Same as some of us just can’t see
Hojo as the actual father and see Vincent, it was totally gay
before - not a scene where their big
long swords weren’t clashing and one wasn’t completely obsessed with the other.
Now, just from the cut scenes and the plot in the latest instalment, for all
its watered down faults, all the touching, all the hot whispering, all the
face-ten-inches-from-a-naked-chest moments … The taller one even lays on top of the little one once or twice. It’s no secret I would make sweet
sweet love to that character 357 ways until Sunday and had he not gone batshit
insane and killed everyone, Cloud would more than likely, too. I even thought
for a moment in one of the close-ups of the succulent lips (Ah, step aside
Advent Children, they made his lips a
lot juicier this time around), they made one of his bottom teeth slightly
imperfect, which would have had me cum right then and there. Cue every hunk
Korean porn on the Hub, and it is lucky I don’t own a PS4, as then I really
wouldn’t sleep any even after the sun comes up. How about a short, properly
angsty fuck fic instead? It’s seven in the morning now. Dog won’t wake up until
nine. Plenty time to fangirl the cutest shipping in horror action since Zack got
blown to bits saving Cloudy boy.)
“Kissing how people who want
to be kissing kiss”
Loving the scenery of the
outpost, several miles of beauty between the station they were at and the
spring of the valley, Sephiroth got up to jog and once he’s gotten far into the
northern gorge enough, he decided to climb and once he reached a small lake, he
decided to swim across. As per usual, a handful of young recruits and even some
of the younger lieutenants half-conspicuously chose the same hour and route,
but by the time he’s reached the other side of the freezing crystal pond, he
saw only one of the eager little pups keeping up. He recognized the blonde head.
He knew which one it was.
Twisting his hair to drain it, stepping on his shoes
to get them off, he watched the kid get out of the water as far away as
possible still on the same rocks, skin blue and goosebumps, pretending not to
be frozen stiff. Sephiroth shed everything but his underwear to let it dry in
the sun which has just managed over the high ridge around them, hoping the kid
will have the common sense to do the same and bask until their spines thaw.
“Not bad for a recruit,” said the hero, voice carried
perfectly across the flat lake surface.
“I was… uh. I was trying to impress you,” admitted
the kid. There was a hint of ‘I may not have thought it through’ while he paced
and studied the warmer rocks. Cold water made them both erect, but it seemed
only the kid was embarrassed by such a blatantly involuntary occurrence. He was
too cold to be stubborn, though, so he stripped, teeth rattling, and laid the
clothes on the rocks in the same manner. His mentor’s pause to rest in the sun
didn’t feel like a test, it felt like an actual moment of respite, so he gladly
accepted the lesson.
“Ambition accomplished,” muttered the general.
Sephiroth lay down onto the rocks, closing his eyes,
rubbing his face, listening to the only other human in the area. Others would
have failed to follow in the rocks and would have no idea where to go once the
lake started, so they were completely alone. Lost and timeless. This allowed
for an hour or so of switching off in nature more beautiful than could be
described. Later the day will be hotter and the mission will occupy the
entirety of his brain and energy, but for now, the moment was idyllic. Others
might spoil it, but he knew this boy and liked him. A harmless enough hatchling
bird the kid was. Awkward and ambitious.
The boy shuffled around with his clothes, laying them
over, laying himself flat, soon everything got completely silent. It was so
quiet in fact they could hear hints of the valley carried up on the wind, some
distant industry and small animals in the trees.
After a few minutes, Sephiroth tried not to smile: “I
can feel you staring,” he warned, even though his face was turned away. Sound
of the kid’s gasp and averting amused further. That kid was honest to the point
of being retarded. It was just a matter of time when this minute opening to
continue a conversation would be taken advantage of. It could have gone either
way and as odd as he realized it was, Sephiroth would have regretted had the
kid retained his characteristic terseness.
“I was just admiring you,” muttered the young
recruit.
“Appreciated. But I can’t take credit for all of it.
There’s a little bit of science shoved within.” Another hint of sarcasm in the
super soldier’s voice flew directly over the boy’s head and he strained to turn
to his idol and argue:
“There are hundreds of mako-enhanced officers in ShinRa’s
ranks. There is only one Sephiroth.”
“You’re in Zack’ group, aren’t you? Are you friends?”
“Uh, I … I would want it to be so. Zack’s great.”
“Zack is
great. He’s a … baby brother I want to beat the shit out of every day, but I
love him. Zack is someone whom you should look up to. He achieved almost as
much with almost no enhancement and you are closer in age. He will teach you
everything you need to know about being a SOLDIER.”
The boy kept straining in an uncomfortable pose,
looking at the general from his lying position, hearing what the man was saying
and it was not much of a debate – Zack WAS great – yet for all the generous
diversion thrown at him, it wasn’t what he wanted to talk about.
He said: “Zack is
like a big brother to me. I very much do
look up to him. But I love you.”
For the briefest awkward moment the silver-haired
general stopped breathing and if this was all there was to it, he probably
would have laughed at the pathetic confession. Gods knew he must have gotten
those five times a day. But he didn’t laugh and he didn’t make it awkward. He
sighed and rubbed his face again, eventually muttering: “You don’t know
anything about me, kid.”
“I know everything about you. I’ve loved you since I
was nine years old. You are the reason I wanted to become SOLDIER.”
“You and half the recruits since they started putting
my face on the advertising posters. Look. I am not saying being an inspiration
is not motivating, but a lot of that is PR and if you had half of an idea of
how human I was underneath the polished surface ShinRa is peddling, you’d…”
“You’re trying to throw me off by telling me you’re human?”
Okay, yes, it was a stupid strategy. Admitting to
this tender-heart gnat that he had doubts and fears and spend an hour climbing
up a really unpleasant rock to be naked on a lakeside shore may be the opposite
of what the kid would find off-putting. Sephiroth
laughed and the kid shuffled onto his feet and came closer. Close, in fact,
enough to reach and touch. Because he was not told to get the hell away, he now
stared blatantly and it seemed he was looking for scars to confirm the fact his
idol was not infallible. Sephiroth had plenty of those, but the office in the
medical laboratory usually dealt with them until only hints remained. Can’t
have chinks in the porcelain armor.
The kid let a hand onto a palm-long scar of an injury
that almost carved out his collar bone, albeit that was a long time ago and it
was caused by a machine more than a skilled opponent. Boy leaned above the
general, asking: “May I?”
Resigned, Sephiroth warned again: “At your own peril,
rookie.” There was a little bit of a mockery, as if to suggest since he’s been
such a good little recruit and kept so well with the physical efforts of the
general’s morning pace, he deserved a little bit of clemency.
Boy’s hand was still cool, but he traced down the
stomach and up again, warming up plenty. He deliberately brushed his fingertips
against Sep’s nipple, causing the cock to visibly twitch. The erection he had
from the frozen water, which has since uninterestedly subsided, threatened to
return.
The boy moved above, placing fists on each side of
the man’s head, careful not to tug on the gray tresses. He roofed above,
staring, studying the general’s flawless face and momentarily stopped
breathing. They both stared.
Before Sephiroth could banish the moment against his
better judgment (concerning the perfect morning as it was, not the overall
problematic existence they both exercised outside of it.), the kid said: “One
kiss. Alright? It’s all I want. Let me kiss you this once and then I will never
speak of it again or speak to you or even suggest I am anything but your
honorable third class. One kiss. I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
It was technically one kiss, it just lasted a really
long time. The boy was not the best kisser, but he was very much in love and
they both just went with it. Every time one of them would open their eyes and
see the other had them closed, they just kept going. Once they finally stopped
and dawdled to see which way the scale will tilt, it was clear neither of them
had any wish to return to reality. It felt strange to muster so much abandon and
just enjoy the moment when normally they would each find twenty reasons to ruin
their own pleasure. This at least was what they had in common.
Sephiroth shook his head, exhaling: “This is such a
bad idea,” but he was saying it while taking off his undergarments. The sight
of his mentor exposed – and fully invested – cause the boy to blush up to his
earlobes, still he did not miss a beat. He, too, stripped at once and the two
began kissing like people who want to be kissing kiss. Neither moved too
aggressively, not in a sexual way, Sephiroth because he didn’t truly want to
commit to having an encounter with a recruit and the kid because he wasn’t
brave enough to suggest it, at least not until the very end. Making it more
sexual, offering a blow job or some such would require leaving Sep’s lips and that
was not an option. What they did manage, though, was find a surprisingly adult
rhythm in their movement, in the touching and breathing and it was starting to
threaten closure – sensation worrisome and rewarding in equal measure. The
kids’s massive eyes, aroused now almost entirely black, cried: I don’t want to
cum … I am cumming … I can’t believe this is happening … I will die if it stops
happening …
At some point, when it was not possible to stretch it
out much longer, Sephiroth pulled the kid’s leg around his waist and ground
them together, to which the rookie almost lost it right then and there and said,
putting all his chips in the pot: “I want you to do it.”
They certainly were in a position that warranted it –
embraced and entwined and all but aligned for their difference in heights
otherwise. Still. Sephiroth recoiled only a little, looking at the beauty that
the boy was, inside and out: “If you’ve never done that, it’ll hurt like hell.”
“And I will think of nothing else for as long as I am
alive.”
Sold, smirked the general, having to admit this
idealistic energy was intoxicating. He bunched saliva onto his fingertips and reached
around the kid’s ass to coat the rim, then guided his cock, pushing up, until
the tip hadn’t anywhere else to go but in. The reluctant orifice lost all say in
the matter and was forced to accept the general’s intrusion. He only managed
the tip in this position anyway and it only lasted a few moments before he lost
control and lost the entirety of his balls’ content into the youngling. Getting
himself untangled from the buzzing in his head, his blood boiling and the
sweaty limbs of the little lover, he finally rolled away, onto his back,
pressing his hands to his chest, eyes closed.
“My heart is pounding,” he laughed, as if that didn’t
actually happen that very often.
The kid seemed wasted, too. Blushed and covered in
sweat and breathless. Only then did Sephiroth realize his stomach was
glistening with the kid’s contribution. “Oh.”
“I actually came a few moments before you went in. When
you fingered me. You were right. It does hurt like hell.”
They both laughed and this was the only time, ever
really, past or future, that Sephiroth has seen that boy laugh. It was hard to
tell up until the if the kid even had any teeth. It also wasn’t quite possible for
either of them to know, but it was the only time in his existence that the kid
was thoroughly and fundamentally jubilant. Watching Sephiroth move over to the
water to wash his stomach and then return to lay next to him, hour-glass
pinched his life, changing everything and solidifying his fate.
The post-orgasmic chill washed over them as they lay
in the sun. Moment lingered. Neither could think of much to say, but it had to
be said, so eventually Sephiroth rolled to face the rookie.
“One kiss,” he reminded them. Both of them. “You
promised this was going to be one kiss, Cloud. And we won’t talk about it or
ever bring this subject back again. Agreed?”
“You .. You know my name?” stuttered the boy. His
huge green eyes were alight again and the face as astounded as he usually
looked.
“Don’t be a moron.”
