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Cloud’s back slammed into a broken gravestone and he winced as the strength he had mustered left him. His breathing was coming out in wheezes and he knew he had several broken ribs as well as a broken leg after a quick glance towards his legs revealed a twisted limb. Even with all the pain, he tried to drag himself away from where he sat. He had to even though he knew that there was nowhere else to go. He’d been sent on a fool’s errand and he’d known that his time was up when he’d caught a glimpse of her.
Jenova had looked half starved, crazed out of her mind and it had taken Cloud a bit of time to realize that the vampire before him had been the same one that had visited the Church when he was young. He could never forget her red, devilish eyes, especially after they had tried to pin him in place as he was pulled away from the drawing room.
She had been beautiful then, so otherworldly that for a while he had believed she had just been a figment of his imagination. He had seen paintings of her and nothing material made her brilliant presence justice. Had he known that he had been sent to put her down, he would have, for the first time in his life, turned down the job. There was something about her that had enthralled him but had also sent frigid chills down his spine and he knew, even at the tender age of six that she was bad news.
“My little sweet Hunter, are you done fighting?” came her unhinged giggle and Cloud tried not to flinch as she dropped down from the tree she had been standing in to put her face a hairs breath away from his. He feared her, wondered how fucked up she would mutilate him before his body just gave out. He’d known that in this line of work, he would meet his end in one gruesome way or another. There was not peaceful final slumber for his kind.
“You’ve matured so splendidly… and they have sent you to be a good offering for me~” Jenova sing songed and Cloud did flinch as her boney hands gripped his chin to pull his face to look directly at her. She stank, a foul odor wafting from her, the scent of decayed corpses and it took everything Cloud had not to gag. Her words though, confused him. Had the Church set him up? Had he proved his usefulness and he had been sent to her for his execution? Was this truly how he would die? After all he had done for them?
“Yes, my little morsel… let your hollow heart fill with rage…” Cloud’s eyes widened as sharp pain assaulted him and he tried to push Jenova away but even in her malnourished form she was strong. He heard her slurping noisily by his ear, the pungent smell of iron assaulting his nostrils. He tried to scream but Jenova’s hand clamped over his mouth and try as he might to shake her off, the feat was tiring. Cloud could feel the life of him draining from him for what felt like hours and his eyes fell to half mass. The only thing that ran through his head was that maybe he would have liked being mutilated. That would have been a quick death, he’d be there and gone the next. But it seemed as if he would suffer a prolonged death and he mourned not being able to avenge his parent’s death. His lungs filled once more before darkness consumed him.
Cloud jolted minutely, staring at the unmarked grave in front of him. He sat there unmoving for a few minutes before he lifted a hand up, wiping the marble placard tenderly. He didn’t remember how he got here but one thing was for certain; he missed his Lord, painstakingly so and he was tired of witnessing every attempt the coven made to resurrect their Lord end in failure. He’d known that the latest attempt would fail even before they started but he had stayed silent. He had attempted to contribute to his Lord’s awakening a long time ago but he had always been brushed off. He’d known their reasoning, knowing full well their fear of him and to be fair, their fear was justified. His initial sire had been powerful before she had succumbed to madness. He still remembered his turning as if it were yesterday, the traumatizing memories of his turning forever engraved in his head. Her son had come and helped him when he had needed it the most, making sure to take him under his wing, to claim him as his thrall since his sire had been dealt with. He had been spared because in their eyes, he had been innocent.
Cloud thought back to the most recent awakening ritual that had taken place. He’d stayed hidden, up in the rafters, making sure to conceal his presence when the heavy feeling of longing hit him as his gaze had fallen on Sephiroth’s slumbering form. It hurt to be apart from him but he had been denied entry to the ritual. He’d made sure to be there for the off chance Sephiroth did get awakened and sought him out. They had barely gotten into a relationship, one that should not have blossomed due to their positions, before Sephiroth had been taken from him. He remembered the magic had reached its peak, hanging heavy in the air for a few breathtaking moments before fizzling out, a scorching burn mark the only thing left of the attempt.
Cloud bit his lip, eyes closing as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the cool gravestone. He felt as if he were waning, his mind slipping deeper and deeper into insanity and he didn’t know if he would be able to last like this. Every moment he laid awake, he heard her sweet, haunting voice, beckoning him to give in and do what she had started long ago. It was difficult to stay strong, especially when Sephiroth was no longer within his reach and every day was a struggle. He couldn’t distinguish friend from foe and everyone began to look like strangers to him. He knew he was at the howling precipice, at the end of his journey and he wondered if maybe he’d succumb to madness first before he saw Sephiroth awakened. When he spiraled, would he give his beloved the burden of putting him down just like he’d done so to his own mother when they had first met?
He’d once been one of the Church’s men, their most powerful weapon, who’d gone off to slaughter any and all type of monsters that the Church had deemed dangerous. He had been tasked to bring down a vampire, who’s identity had been concealed to him. He had gone thinking nothing of it, having vanquished numerous foes countless times before with so much less information. He’d found Jenova, the oldest vampress known to man and she had toyed with him before turning him. She had relished in subjecting him to an infinite amount of pain. He had been cursed for a long time, suffering at the hands of an evil master until Sephiroth, Jenova’s only son, had come along and gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.
The Prince of the Vampires had come to his aid, had saved him, one who had once been his enemy and had helped put him back together. He had been a broken thrall, a toy and food for his tormentor and Sephiroth, his new Lord, had given him redemption. His life had been given new meaning and he had sworn to devote his life to the vampire. He’d done so wholeheartedly and his Lord had seen how devoted he had been. Had been so proud of him and had given him the honor of--
“Cloud?” Bright, blue green eyes opened and glanced to the figure kneeling closely beside him. He hadn’t noticed anyone growing near and it fully cemented his theory that he was degrading. He stared at his companion for what felt like years before he blinked, cocking his head to the side in wonder. By how close the other was to him let him know that this was a comrade but he couldn’t for the life of him remember who this handsome man looking at him patiently was but he was familiar. Crimson eyes bored right into him reflecting patience, almost as if him not knowing who the other was was a regular occurrence. It made him feel guilty not knowing who the dark hair man in a red cloak was.
“What’s your name?” he ventured to ask, watching the man’s brows furrow in sorrow before the man extended a hand out to him. The sadness the man held for him as he gazed upon him was palpable and remorse washed over him upon bringing such an expression on handsome features. The way the man had spoken his name… it had felt tender in the way a close friend would call upon someone to garner their attention.
Cloud watched the man’s outstretched hand carefully, wondering why he felt compelled to follow this man. This man wasn’t his Lord but just because he wasn’t didn’t mean that he was someone he should be weary of, right? He bit his lip, reaching up to take hold of the man’s hand--
“Careful now… Do you really think he’ll help you, help us get what we want?” Cloud stopped, frozen in place as low, dark soothing words reverberated his entire being. Cloud took his hand back, watching crimson orbs look at him in confusion and… the voice was right. He had to be careful. There were many who tried to take from him, knowing how strong he was.
They were also adamant in getting his Lord back, trying to awaken him first so that they would be the one’s rewarded for the feat. They envied that he was the one that had gotten their Lord’s favor and without him, he was attacked left and right, as if the place by Sephiroth’s side was a coveted trophy. It felt good making the other vampires submit to him, watching them flee with their tails between their legs to lick their wounds. He had been chosen by his Lord for a reason and that’s where he would remain until Sephiroth released him. When that day came, he would happily let the vampire drain him so he could become a part of him, no matter how much the very act of feeding on a fellow vampire was taboo.
Cloud stood up from where he had sat, making sure to brush the unmarked grave one last time before he turned towards the crimson eyed man. He put on his long coat, a gift given to him by his Lord long ago, and gripped his broadsword: the Fusion Sword. He watched the blade glint ominously in the moonlight. He swore he could see Sephiroth’s hypnotic bright green eyes looking back at him through the blade. He sighed, moving to secure his blade in its harness, the hilt of it sticking out behind him. The dark haired man looked back at him forlornly, beckoning him towards the lone car that was parked a few meters away.
“Come, Cloud. We’ve much work to do.” Cloud cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. The man didn’t feel dangerous to him. He knew that he was at the top of the food chain, a wild animal domesticated only by his Lord. Whatever his Lord had asked of him, he did because the man was his law. He would do anything Sephiroth asked of him without a moment’s hesitation. But he was a beast with a broken leash and he could feel the cage that he had been placed in beginning to deteriorate.
He took a step forward, walking a few paces behind the man, ducking into the back of the parked car, the car door slamming behind him.
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“He’s deteriorating so quickly now.” Vincent stated, his hand resting between his brows as he sighed dejectedly. It had wounded him when Cloud had looked at him like one did with a stranger. The blond’s mind was splintering the longer he was away from Sephiroth’s presence. They had managed to keep him afloat but the incident a few months back seemed to have catapulted him to a quick descent. Even now, he feared that Cloud was continuing the habit if the heavy scent of blood in his quarters wasn’t damning enough.
To partake on vampire blood was already a taboo idea in itself but to drink from oneself… he didn’t know what consequences would come about so he had put it upon himself to place men and women as sentries to Cloud’s quarters. Had instructed them to keep an ear out for anything that sounded out of the ordinary. The only thing worth mentioning was Cloud’s increasing bouts of whispering, almost as if he were talking to someone else in the room but the guards had assured him that no one else resided in the room.
“That cursed witch is to blame for all this! We had thought that with Sephiroth’s blood flowing through his veins her disease was gone but alas, it seems it had merely slowed his eventual descent into madness.” sneered his red haired companion and Vincent cast a glance at Genesis. The vampire was the current acting Head, a position that should have gone to him since he was Sephiroth’s uncle by blood but he didn’t particularly care for the responsibility. He had been attempting to keep the peace in their coven of vampires but they could all feel the strain from the vampires that longed for their Lord’s awakening.
They had assumed that he would be the Head for a few months, just until Sephiroth had been awakened from his forced slumber but it was nearly a quarter of a century since the Elder had been taken from them. There was ongoing speculation that Genesis didn’t want to rouse Sephiroth from his forced slumber. They believed that he was the one responsible for all the failed attempts and animosity was becoming more prevalent in their sects. The only thing holding them back from outright violence was Cloud. The blond had done such a good job being their muscle, making sure shit got done and violence amongst their coven was kept to a minimum. His degradation, however, was renewing heated discussions to overthrow Genesis.
“He didn’t even recognize me when I went to pick him up from that unmarked grave. I don’t even know why he goes there to visit that grave.” Genesis’ nose scrunched up at Vincent’s words.
“Who knows what is going on in that crazy little head of his. It is disconcerting to hear him visiting an unmarked grave. Do you think it holds some sentimental value to him?” Vincent thrummed his fingers against the table, shaking his head in the negative. He’d understood that Cloud’s family was long and gone, not at all surprising since the blond had lived as a vampire for over half a century, but Cloud had never gone to pay his respects and he doubted he’d do so now while his mind was a mess.
“I’m beginning to believe that he thinks that’s where Sephiroth has been laid to rest.” Blue eyes widened at him. He could feel the skepticism in that gaze but what else would make Cloud go out of his way to visit that same unmarked grave if not for believing their Lord slumbered there?
“He knows that Sephiroth is slumbering in the shrine beneath these grounds. He’s snuck in countless times to watch our every attempts to awaken Sephiroth lead to failure.”
“I don’t think he remembers in all honesty, even if he was the one to lay Sephiroth inside his coffin once the Church sealed the Elder’s consciousness. Cloud was a steady presence in the crypt but he’s wandered farther and farther away from Sephiroth in the recent months, as if something has taken hold of his attention and…” Vincent faltered slightly, looking up at Genesis’ concerned gaze. “I think he’s hearing voices.” Genesis cursed as he looked away. The voices weren’t anything new. Cloud had suffered from auditory hallucinations early on after being rescued from Jenova’s grasp. It had taken Sephiroth many tries to finally make the bouts of craze be a thing of the past. For Cloud to be suffering from them again while Sephiroth was currently indisposed was not a good sign.
“Where is our blond warrior now?” Vincent leaned back, crossing his arms in front of him.
“I had him sedated and laid him a top of Sephiroth’s coffin. I’m hoping being around the Elder will do him some good but I’m afraid he’s nearly at his breaking point. He’s unable to feed. The times he’s tried, his body rejects it so violently. There was an instance where I had been called upon since the staff believed he had been dying.” Vincent remembered that moment about a month ago, where he’d come upon Cloud, who had drank from the pouches he was normally given to him, hands clutching at his throat as he expelled everything he had consumed as he drooled like crazy before passing out. It had come to the conclusion that the blond was unable to consume anything. He knew that if Sephiroth was still around, the other would have attempted to feed him personally, no matter how frowned upon that was. He’d even caught wind that Cloud was drinking from himself, the woman guarding him that night retold of his fangs deep into his own wrist. He’d been subdued quickly but he was thankful that he had acted upon his fears earlier. Had no one been around to see Cloud in the act… he wondered what chaos would have followed.
Ever since the human blood rejection, Cloud had begun to deteriorate so quickly and it was frankly, too painful to witness. They hadn’t believed they would be in this type of situation or else they would have had a contingency in place. It was crazy to think that Sephiroth laid dormant, none the wiser, while his cherished one was starving to death.
“An acolyte from the Planet’s Church is our only hope. We’ve tried everything we could think of to wake Sephiroth and all our rituals have failed.” This wasn’t accounting to the fact that the other vampires refused to let Cloud help them with waking their Lord. It was stupid and he wanted to strong arm them in letting Cloud help but the other Elders from different covens they had enlisted to help them forbade Cloud’s help. He had to secede in their favor, trying to put their whole coven in mind. They wanted Sephiroth back and if the only demand they had was for Cloud to stay clear then he figured that sacrifice was worth the cause.
“We need Sephiroth back as soon as possible. Cloud’s our most strongest and if he goes…” Genesis sighed, putting his face in his hands. Genesis didn’t have to finish his train of thought, knowing full well what was at stake. If Cloud succumbed to insanity then the blond would surely decimate them effortlessly and no one would be left standing.
“But the Church has been left in shambles. There is no one left that knows what spell is currently sealing Sephiroth’s consciousness. Even if there was one left, how would we convince them to help us? They abhor our kind, calling us abominations and animals and in all honesty, I don’t blame them.” Genesis put a hand up, stopping Vincent from continuing.
“Zack has found someone claiming to be a descendant that may be willing to help us out.” Vincent’s eyes widened, his body leaning forward in interest. It was almost too good to be true!
“How? They’ve all been killed had they not? Our coven had made sure to kill every living person related to the Priest in their quest for vengeance.” It had been a mistake on their part, killing the one’s who knew how to bring Sephiroth back instead of capturing them and extracting all viable information they had. Their coven hadn’t been thinking, acting on instinct alone to eliminate the threat that had taken their Elder away from them.
“She’s not a pure blooded descendant but she knows how to read the Ancient scripts the Church had used in their spells. Zack managed to save her life not too long ago and it looks like she wants to help us bring Sephiroth back.” Genesis glanced at his companion, trying to gauge the man’s reaction. It had been almost too good to be true to find a Church descendant after going so long without finding one. He’d believed the woman to be a fake but he had seen what she was capable of doing and upon seeing all that, he knew that Sephiroth’s awakening was quickly upon them.
There was much to collect to be ready for the spell and, hopefully, with Cloud’s help, it would facilitate their goals. Or… that’s what he wanted to say but the blond warrior nowadays was a dangerous entity. He was fairly certain that Cloud would lose himself if they didn’t do this ritual as soon as possible. They just hoped that he could hold off for a little while longer. They hoped that this was not all in vain. They knew what Cloud meant to Sephiroth and it would be a great misfortune to awaken their Elder only for him to realize that Cloud was gone.
“When are we expecting this woman’s arrival?” Vincent questioned, his mind running through different scenarios this whole idea could play out. He wanted to believe this woman who agreed to help but what was in it for her? Why help them after all they had done to her kind?
“She should be here within the week. We can’t delay this any longer than we already have. We are out of options.”
“We’ll have to keep a close eye on Cloud then, to make sure he doesn’t do anything suspicious. I’m worried about him, my friend.” Vincent sighed, nodding at Genesis’ worry. He was worried for Cloud too. Watching his friend deteriorate so quickly was rough but it had been a nail in the coffin when Cloud had looked at him without recognition. He wanted his best friend back and if it meant striking a deal with this descendant of the Church then so be it.
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“Cloud…” Cloud’s fingers twitched minutely at the voice beckoning him. He wanted to respond but he was so very tired still and his body ached as if he had gone toe to toe with one of the Lycan’s monstrosities. If they could come back in another five minutes, he would appreciate it.
“My lovely warrior, you must get up. There’s much work to do and so little time…” the voice whispered seductively in his mind and Cloud’s lids twitched, struggling to open but there was no indication that he was waking up.
“Wake up, puppet.” Cloud’s eyes snapped open, his gaze hazy as he rose up unnaturally, like a puppet dancing to a marionette’s tune. It was difficult to move, his body completely lethargic but the voice needed him to move, to act and he couldn’t disobey. He slid off from his makeshift bed, his brows furrowing as he noticed he had been laid atop of a coffin. Why was he here? Cloud looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was. This place was familiar, one he had visited so many times to count, of that he was very certain but the reason why it was escaped him.
“Agh…” Cloud flinched as a head splitting pain came over him, his ears ringing loudly and Cloud tried everything he could to make the noise and pain go away. He didn’t know what was happening but he knew deep down that he couldn’t remain. He needed Sephiroth here with him, to help him overcome the darkness that was encroaching his mind! He needed his….
Master.
The blond stood up from where he had crumbled to the floor, his mind in a daze as he did what was bid of him but stopped as he took in the engraving on the coffin. The crest… Cloud’s eyes widened as he realized why this place was familiar. This was Sephi--
“Lies. You know I don’t slumber there. Whatever fills this coffin is not me, you know this my sweet, lovely little puppet.” No… this was just here. There was nothing here. Her voice was right, it was always right. Cloud turned from the coffin taking a few steps towards the double doors and paused, his eyes narrowing. Others were coming. There was an oppressive silence in the air and he knew he had to move away from here. He had to go looking for her. He had been impeded long enough.
Cloud hid behind one of the pillars closest to the door, making sure to merge with the shadows as he heard footsteps coming ever closer. It wasn’t long until the dark haired man that had given him a ride before appeared, followed by two men.
“They’ve come to get rid of you… you know what to do.” Cloud eyes brightened in a chilling red hue, his wrist flicking to unsheathe the blade he always hid there. He just had to bide his time and strike when they were distracted. Any moment now…
“Damn it.” Vincent cursed as he saw the top of Sephiroth’s coffin empty. Where had Cloud gone off to? He felt his presence was still here but no matter how much he cast his senses, Vincent couldn’t pinpoint where Cloud was hiding but he knew the blond warrior was waiting for the appropriate time to strike. It seemed as if their time had run out.
“Cloud--” Vincent called out before ducking, his body moving by itself and vaulting away to take in the scene before him. One of the men that had come with him had a delayed reaction and a blade had been thrust into his chest. The man had attempted to cry out before his body erupted into flames. Hazy, bright red eyes came from behind the flaming body, looking at him and the other man in the room with a dead look on his face. Vincent flinched, his mind careening back to the time his sister, Jenova, had looked upon them with the very same look on her face.
“Cloud, wait! Listen to me!” Vincent attempted to reason but dodged with seconds to spare as the blond came at them aggressively. He had been afraid of this. He’d feared one day he would be forced to fight his best friend and he knew he’d have to put his all against him because Cloud would not hold anything back.
Vincent dodged as soon as he saw Cloud’s hand light up and all he could hear were the agonized screams of the other man that had come with him as he burst into flames from the inside out. The blond had literally melted the man’s insides until he was able to set his ass on fire. Brutal but effective and Cloud was notorious about getting the job done by any means necessary.
“Kill him, Cloud. He’s trying to prevent us from reuniting. How could he?” Cloud clenched his hands into fists as he took off running towards the dark haired man. Why was this man trying so hard to keep his Master away from him? He thought they had been family! Why was Vincent--
Vincent.
“Ahhhh!” Cloud screamed as his head felt like it were splitting into two and he dropped to his knees, clutching his head in his hands. What was this? What was happening? Why was he attacking Vincent? Why was he--
“Useless, disobedient puppet.” was the last thing Cloud heard before everything went black and he fell limp.
Vincent looked at the limp, unconscious form of his best friend and he was by the man’s side without a seconds thought. Just because Cloud had been attacking him didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry about him. It had looked as if he had been fighting against something unseen and he had, for a split second, watched the blond’s eyes change back to normal before he had passed out.
“Vincent!” Vincent turned towards the double doors, Genesis running in with other men trailing closely behind him, armed to the teeth. He sighed in relief as he picked Cloud up, letting the blond’s head rest on his shoulder.
“I’m fine but the other two that had been with me are all but disintegrated. We need to get Cloud somewhere with heavy security measures. He attacked us but it looked as if he had been fighting something unseen before he passed out.” Genesis stared at the unconscious blond, who looked so small in Vincent’s arms, for a few moments before nodding, his hand coming up to brush blond locks from Cloud’s pale, smooth face.
“Yes, that sounds good. Come, we can lock him up in his and Sephiroth’s room. That chamber is decked out like a fortress so it should prove useful in keeping our blond warrior there.” Genesis ordered the men and women that had followed him to lead Vincent to their Lord’s chambers.
Once he was alone, he clicked his tongue at the pile of ashes on the ground were the two other men that had accompanied Vincent had perished. He moved to inspect Sephiroth’s coffin, making sure that the coffin was secure. He pushed a button near the base of the raised coffin and watched the lid slowly move to reveal their Vampire Elder in all his glory.
Sephiroth’s body seemed to glow ethereally and it was mind boggling to believe that the man was in a long, cursed sleep. He looked so healthy, so full of life but nothing they had done or tried had managed to make their Lord wake up.
“Damn you, Sephiroth. We need you, Cloud needs you. I hope that you come back to us before we end up losing him. We’re on borrowed time, that cursed witch’s hold over him is rearing its ugly head.” Genesis sighed, brushing Sephiroth’s cheek before stepping away and sealing the coffin again.
He missed his friend so much and he knew that he was tearing apart from the seams. He was so tired, exhausted of all the infighting going on and just wanted their lives to go back to how it used to be. The damn Church was to blame for all of this. They couldn’t just let Cloud go. They had decided to attack the blond, to make him suffer for daring to “betray them” when he had fallen victim to their plans and Jenova’s madness. Cloud had gone out to do his duty, to kill Jenova and had ended up having his mortal life extinguished, getting turned into a monster he had been sworn to hunt and living in constant suffering by his sire’s wicked hands.
Sephiroth had pulled the blond out from the hole he had been forced to live in and, in turn, had sacrificed himself to keep the Church’s spell from touching Cloud. Their Lord had pushed the blond out harm’s way and the spell had made him sleep for who knew how long instead of killing him. It had been a sight to witness, the blond, normally so hard to anger, unleashed his fury against the Priest and the vampires, bearing witness to his justified rage, had fell in line, slaughtering any and all of the gathered Church followers. Cloud had mourned Sephiroth’s sacrifice and as far as he could remember, Cloud had been a constant presence at Sephiroth’s coffin until he’d been lead astray in recent events.
“Hold on, Cloud. We’ll get Sephiroth back, just hold on for a little bit longer.”
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“Cloud….” Cloud gasped as a hot hand gripped the back of his neck, keeping him pinned on his hands and knees as Sephiroth’s cock slid in and out of his body at a punishing pace. Cloud couldn’t help but groan at the burn, the pain bleeding into his arousal. He’d finally done it. Had finally managed to coax his Lord to take him to bed and it was everything he imagined it to be. Sephiroth had tried to be gentle with him at the beginning but he had teased the vampire Elder until he snapped.
“Sephiroth!” Cloud gasped, clutching at the sheets below him, crying out with every thrust the other made. He was almost there, he just needed a little bit more before--
“Ahhh, fuck!” Cloud cried out, eyes rolling into his skull as he came, Sephiroth’s cock slamming deep inside him as it pulsed inside of Cloud’s clenching walls, his scorching seed filling up the blond’s cavern and marking him as his. Cloud moaned, wincing slightly as Sephiroth’s fangs sank deep into his shoulder. He shivered as Sephiroth drank from him slightly for a few moments, the Elder parting away as he licked up on Cloud’s flushed cheek.
“Mine.”
Cloud flinched, coming to, his whole body aroused after the memory of his only night with Sephiroth before the Church had come calling. Had he known what was coming, he might have abstained from intertwining his body with Sephiroth’s. Having felt the Elder’s heated body sliding over his as he was taken time and time again had been blessing that had turned into a curse. He had gotten what he had wanted only for Sephiroth to be taken away from him the following day. It was cruel knowing such warmth would more than likely never be his again. Cloud quivered, his body cold as he thought back on that night and even now, after a quarter of a century, he yearned for Sephiroth’s embrace.
He tried to sit himself up but found that he was unable to do so. He frowned, trying to get his arms to cooperate but found them bound behind his back. As he moved around a little bit more, he realized he was bound in a straight jacket. Confused, Cloud looked around, taking in his surroundings with one question in mind; just what the fuck was going on?
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“So you’re just going to sit here? I thought you wanted us to reunite again?” Cloud grit his teeth, resting his forehead against his raised knees as he tried to ignore the voice whispering darkly in his mind. He didn’t know how long he had been here but he had seen the days cycle by without anyone coming to visit him. He felt discarded, left to rot with only his thoughts to keep him company but he knew that they were just being careful. He couldn’t blame them for keeping him bound after attacking them. It had taken him a bit to remember the events that had transpired but after learning of his deeds, he knew that it was just the beginning. Even now, his mind was hazy and his throat burned, the pit in his stomach rumbling and reminding him what he wanted to forget; he was hungry.
“Not going to respond to me? Cloud, I’m hurt.” Cloud shivered at the laugh that followed and he flinched as his head began to hurt again, the pain growing stronger and stronger until tears fell down his cheeks. He’d thought he had been rid of her but here she was, whispering sinisterly in his ears and he could feel his body slowly but surely submitting to her voice, remembering that she had thrust upon him this curse and she could very well make him do whatever she pleased. He didn’t want his autonomy to be taken away from him but he knew that he was living on borrowed time. She wanted him to lose hope, to let fear reign. To debilitate and fracture his mind until he had no choice but to let her in.
“No matter. You’re mine, my precious little puppet. I don’t need your consent to do with you as I please.” Cloud gasped, throwing his head back with a resounding thud as a monstrous wail escaped him. She couldn’t do this! He didn’t want to do her bidding!
He tried taking deep breaths but he felt his throat closing in. He couldn’t breath and every time he tried made the agony spread through his entire body like wildfire. Cloud wailed again as he stumbled off the bed and slammed onto his side, trying to curl up into a tiny ball as he took the pain at full force but he knew that Jenova was relentless and that she was just getting started.
He didn’t even know how she was still alive, how she was back inside his head. He’d gone decades without hearing her, believing that Sephiroth had completely vanquished her essence from his body but her dark, chilling words encroached on him and wrapped her evil hold tightly around his soul.
“No… leave me be…” Cloud whispered in exhaustion as the pain dissipated, clarity coming back to him but that’s when the hunger filled his entire being. He twisted on the floor, his head thrown back as he hissed in agony. Sweat beaded down his temple and he could hear the men guarding his door exclaiming at him. He knew that they were reiterating that he stayed inside the room as they couldn’t be bothered to check to see if he was alright.
“Silence, my puppet. I’ve been patient long enough but the time grows near. Any longer and that foolish son of mine will be awakened and my chances to walk this plain will fizzle out. You need to act. Now.”
Cloud gasped, his sight bleeding red as he felt his body move by itself disjointedly again and tears trickled down his cheeks as she took hold of him.
“No… please… I don’t… don’t make me…” Cloud didn’t want to hurt anyone innocent, not again. He had promised Sephiroth that he would protect his coven from others and themselves. He hadn’t thought that they would need to be protected from him one day.
Cloud pleaded a final time as his eyes rolled up into his head for a few moments before hollow, bright red eyes replaced blue green. Cloud fell limp for a few seconds before he stood up smoothly, looking around the room as he began to flex his arms as much as he could until the straight jacket began to rip. He continued to flex and relax, flex and relax until, after four more times, the material trapping him came apart, the straight jacket remains falling to his feet. Cloud moved his body, his limbs cracking and snapping in places as he sighed in content.
“Go off now, my pretty little doll. Find your beloved and make sure you keep him in his deep slumber.”
“Yes, Master.” Cloud replied back, going upon his task to rip and shred fabric, interlacing them together to make a thin rope. They had taken all his weapons, knowing full well to fear him, but they had forgotten how resourceful he could be. He knew how to render the vampires to ashes and would make sure to use everything he knew to his Master’s advantage.
Cloud went around the room, planning out how to leave this room behind and decided to take the fight to them. He wasn’t scared of them. Cloud smirked as he felt his hand sizzle in magical power. They hadn’t even attempted to seal his powers away, thinking he would never use it against them. He continued to channel his power a little longer before lobbing it at the door, watching in glee as the door blew up and flew open, sending the vampires posted on the other side of the door sailing forward into a crumpled, unconscious pile.
“Stop! Warrior Strife!” he heard them call out to him but Cloud didn’t pay them any mind. He had a job to do and he would rip and shred anyone who dared get in his way. His Master wanted him to make sure their Elder did not awaken and he would do so. He would make sure to keep him asleep and use him as an offering when he attempted to resurrect his Master after helping her escape wherever her soul had been sealed away.
He watched men and women alike, armed to the teeth, coming at him in droves and his eyes blazed bright as he came at them, a fanged, crazed smile plastered precariously on his face.
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“Aerith, we need to do this, now!” Zack exclaimed, his ears ringing as heavy booms erupted above them. They had been set up to awaken Sephiroth and had sent for Cloud so he could help them with the ritual when news had reached them of the blond slaughtering everyone and anything in sight.
Genesis had placed himself right by Sephiroth’s open coffin, his weapon ready just in case he had to retaliate. Vincent and the others were right by the doors that gave access to the shrine and were waiting for Cloud to arrive.
“Right!” Aerith exclaimed before she took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. She could do this. She wanted to do this. She shouldn’t want to do this since the vampires were to blame for being stuck in this mess but she knew that, in the end, both sides had been at fault. She knew, however, that if change didn’t happen, then the world would be shrouded in darkness.
She had felt Jenova’s presence kicking and screaming from the depths below like an infant deep in tantrum and she knew that Jenova would be up to sinister plans. She hadn’t thought much of the warnings since Jenova had been long gone but upon finding out that the only thrall she had ever turned was amongst Sephiroth’s coven, she knew that their days were numbered. She honestly wished that they had found her much sooner. Maybe then she could have helped them prevent her swift return.
They had to awaken Sephiroth. It would be their only option. The Vampire Elder was the strongest there was to stop Jenova from getting her way. They were Mother and Son but Sephiroth had seen where the world had been hurling towards if Jenova had been left to her devices. She had been wounded grievously and had fled with her tail between her legs and all had been well until it hadn’t.
She had been planning, even if she was beyond insane at this point. She’d planned this out so well, almost as if she had known that Sephiroth would pity her thrall and take him for himself, away from her clutches. It seemed as if she had been waiting for that, faking at relinquishing her hold on the blond warrior she had plucked from the very Church her mother had belonged to centuries ago.
Aerith breathed deeply again, closing her eyes as she clasped her hands in front of herself and hummed. She tried to block out the sounds of chaos around her, trying to focus on the task at hand. They were out of time, Jenova having made her move and Sephiroth was still deep in slumber. She clenched her eyes shut tighter as she hummed and chanted the words of the reversal spell. This would take much out of her but she knew that this would all be worth it as long as she finished the spell before Cloud breached the shrine.
Aerith unclasped her hands and cast them in front of her, towards where Sephiroth lay motionless. She opened her eyes slowly, her eyes bright with holy light.
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“Cloud, please--” pleaded a vampire as Cloud swung viciously, continuing on his way, not bothering to watch the man’s head flop down onto the floor right next to its spasming corpse. It had been a bit of a chore finding his weapon and his gear. They had hidden it well from him but nothing could separate the Fusion Sword from him. He only needed to call out to her and his blade would ring, trying to resonate with him for easier retrieval. Feeling the Fusion Sword’s weight in his hands felt good. He felt complete and he spent no time at all dispatching the vampires left and right as he made it down each floor.
He’d killed so many of them but it seemed like they just kept on coming, wanting to die by his hands. He had seen others turn tail, fleeing away from him and he had not gone off to chase them. He would have if he had enough time to dawdle. Cloud readied his blade, his blood singing in satisfaction at the way their faces contorted into horror. The stench of fear and despair made his mouth water and he could tell that his Master was greatly pleased at the destruction he was creating in her name.
“Feed, my puppet. You’ve tried to follow their rules but you needn’t do so now. You’re so much better than these insects. Feed from them and grow even stronger.” Cloud faltered slightly, growling as a cut bled on his cheek. He was told that feeding directly from other vampires, even if they were your Master, was forbidden. They could drink human blood, even though his body had no longer been able to take it in recently, but vampire blood was labeled taboo. He had felt as if he were doing something completely wrong when in his desperation, he had fed upon himself to keep the thirst away. The daze that had hit him after he’d drank for a few moments… he didn’t know what had happened but when he had come to, the sheets on the bed had been ripped to shreds.
“Lies, my sweet puppet. They want to keep you docile, tame. Feed from the others. Do it and you’ll see how much power it will give you.” Cloud narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he stared at the vampire he’d grabbed recoil in fear as he pulled him closer. Well… if Master said it was okay then…
Cloud moaned as soon as the blood filled his mouth and he bit harder on the gurgling man’s jugular, draining him quickly of all his vitality. He had been starving but now, having had a taste of such delicious blood had made his hunger heighten and he wanted more. He pulled back, letting the drained husk of a vampire fall at his feet, the body disintegrating into ash. He licked his lips, gasping slightly as his body thrummed in ecstasy. He felt so good, so rejuvenated. His Master was right. He needed to drink more.
“He drank from Walter! Monster! Don’t let him escape!” roared the vampires, coming at him with conviction and Cloud laughed as he poised his blade in front of him.
“Escape? Me? Oh, no. Not yet. Not when I’ve just been invited to this nice, fancy little mukbang.” Cloud teleported behind one of them, his fangs sinking deeply in the warrior’s neck as he drained the man dry as well. The vampires roared and came at him as one and Cloud wiped his mouth, slight disgust on his face. It seemed like not all vampires would taste the same. No matter; now was not the time for him to be picky. He still needed to get to Sephiroth awakening so he could sacrifice him to his Master.
Jenova’s ominous laughter was a mere echo in the back of his mind. She had omitted what drinking from other vampires would do to him but it mattered not. She wanted to see how close her puppet would come to be just like her. She had been the one to realize that feeding from other vampires would make you go insane but the sacrifice of sanity justified the means.
Cloud was powerful and she was all too excited to watch the blond, who had once been the Church’s weapon and her son’s most cherished, descend further into madness. She wanted to see the expression on Sephiroth’s face when he realized that his lover would be just like her. Would her son throw caution to the wind and embrace the blond warrior and become corrupted as well? That would be the icing on the cake for her. Her son, having fought against what she was, would inherently become just like her and all because of love? The irony of it was perfect.
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“Is it working?” Genesis mumbled out, his face in awe as he could hear the blood in Sephiroth’s veins begin to move slightly as glowing green eyes stared back at him. Sephiroth stared, frozen in place, his mind trying to catch up to the events of the present. The silver haired Elder’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion and Genesis was happy to see the stupid look on his friend’s face.
“Sephiroth! Hey, welcome back!” Sephiroth was perplexed, wondering what the hell was going on. He could hear the remnants of hymn and song dissipating in the air as he felt his body’s strength returning to him. He did feel a little sore, the soreness that came from inactivity and wondered how long he had been out. He’d remembered pushing Cloud out of the way and--
Cloud.
Sephiroth sat up abruptly, his head pounding slightly as he looked around, paying no mind to Genesis’ coddling. Where was Cloud? It felt weird coming to and not seeing the blond vampire right by his side like he normally was. Sephiroth looked up, his head tilting to the side as he heard what sounded like a battle coming their way.
“Aerith!” Zack exclaimed, coming quickly to catch the woman, her body collapsing beneath her as she had exhausted her strength. The reversal spell had taken everything out of her but she was glad that they had managed to awaken Sephiroth just in time. The Vampire Elder might be weak but he was one of the strongest there lived. She had begun to hear signs of battle coming closer and closer and if she could hear it, then it meant that any moment now, they would be invaded.
“I’m okay, Zack, just tired. That took almost everything out of me.” Zack hugged the woman closely, not knowing why he cared so much for her but he’d known that he wouldn’t be able to leave this woman alone. Something drew him to her and she was very pleasant to be around. This whole trip here had been so much fun and he’d learned much of the woman.
“Get ready!” Vincent bellowed, bringing the other’s attention to the front of the doors. It had gotten ominously quiet except for sharp, resonating footsteps echoing towards them.
“Genesis, what’s going on?” Sephiroth grunted, moving out of the coffin he had been laying in with his friend’s help. He could feel Cloud coming closer and closer towards them but he felt wrong. He could see that Genesis was somewhat unnerved and knew that a fight would be coming towards them. He stood up straight, taking the blood bag from Genesis’ hands and fed from it, trying his best not to sigh in relief as he felt the ragging hunger in his belly waning. He felt good, not 100%, but much better than he had been a few minutes prior.
“Your blond little muse is coming and I’m putting my money where my mouth is that he won’t be all that thrilled to see you.” Genesis pursed his lips, placing his weapon in a ready stance. The presence he felt behind those doors felt oppressive and dangerous. If he hadn’t known any better, he wouldn’t have believed that Cloud was right outside those doors.
The footsteps halted right outside the door and the inside of the shrine grew silent. Zack had made it his mission to move Aerith out of the way and behind cover. He didn’t want anything happening to her and he couldn’t on good authority believe that she would be safe from harm as soon as the door was breached.
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“My dear, sweet puppet…. Looks like Sephiroth’s awake. A pity.” Cloud frowned lightly, as he stood motionless in front of the doors. The scene behind him was morbid and macabre, countless bodies in several states of disarray were pilled up behind him throughout the corridor. No one foolish enough to challenge him was left.
Cloud closed his eyes, a manic smile on his face as he flinched, the power he now had pulsing like an unborn child just rearing to let loose. He’d never felt so powerful, not even when he had been under the Church’s clutches. He didn’t even know why he had feared his Master so long ago. She had been unorthodox in her manners but, at the end of the day, she’d known what she was doing. To find out that feeding from other vampires brought such a power boost was enlightening.
He’d tasted vampire blood before, very briefly before he had stopped himself and he’d also drank from himself when the need had grown so strong, but nothing compared to the feeling he felt now. It honestly was a shame that feeding upon your peers was considered taboo, but in a way, he understood. This world thrived off of rules and regulations. There had been someone who knew what feeding off of other vampires could do and instead of capitalizing on it, had shunned it and tried to bury it so it would lay forgotten.
“What do you wish of me, Master?” Cloud whispered, hearing Jenova purring in satisfaction deep in his mind and he felt jolts of ecstasy going up and down his body. He knew that she was proud of him, for taking the plunge and embracing her methods. He had taken what she said at face value and had believed her wholeheartedly and look at the reward he had been granted?
“Sephiroth is the only one that matters. If he’s unwilling to join us then kill him. He’ll be the catalyst of change whether he wants to or not.” Cloud hummed lightly, sheathing his sword in its harness. He didn’t want to hurt the other, knowing how much the other had cared for him but whatever his Master desired of him would be what he would do. He didn’t need his blade for what lied ahead. He would try to convince Sephiroth to join them, to join her cause for the betterment of their kind. This is what his Master wanted and he could not deny her. He was honored that she allowed him to help her, feeling ecstatic and feeling wanted. He hoped that Sephiroth saw reason for he wouldn’t want to be the one to take the Elder’s life. It had been lonely surviving without him and it would be blissful living with the Elder by his side… like they had attempted to do so before he had been cursed to slumber.
Cloud raised a hand up, not at all concerned at the bloody mess he currently was. It had looked as if he had bathed in the blood of his enemies and in a sense, he had. He’d drained and killed and consumed anyone that had looked worth feasting on. He could feel the blood beginning to cake onto his skin but he knew that there would be time to wash all the mess away when he fulfilled his duty. But first, he’d have to get rid of a few pests before he could take his prize.
Narrowing his eyes, Cloud’s hand glowed ominously before dark magic flew through the air, colliding into the sturdy doors to the inner sanctified shrine Sephiroth had slumbered in. The impact caused plumes of smoke to release as metal clanged loudly as the door fell off its hinges and into the room a few feet away. Cloud moved forward, his steps calm and collected, knowing that he had all the time in the world.
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The doors blew open and Vincent and the others dodged the metal thrown at them. They stayed put where they were, knowing that there wouldn’t be any sense in attacking without a clear view of their guest. Once the dust settled, Vincent’s eyes widened in horror as he saw Cloud caked in so much blood. He had feared the worst, wondering if the other was grievously wounded until he looked closer.
Cloud’s normally bright, green blue eyes were a bright red, his eyes having a manic gleam to them as he stepped towards them nonchalantly. The blond’s entire demeanor was unsettling as he’d never known Cloud to strut around like that, for all to see and marvel in grandeur but his mannerisms were extremely familiar. He grit his teeth as he placed the culprit; Jenova. He didn’t know how but he knew that she was pulling his friend along and anger coursed through his body. How dare she take control of his friend, making him move like a puppet on strings?
“I didn’t think there were much of you still left.” Cloud cooed darkly, his smile flashing sinisterly on blood drenched features. He could feel his Master chanting at him, ordering him to kill but he was feeling playful, wanting to instill fear in those currently present. Sephiroth had been awakened, that was the reality of it. Now that the other was awake, he could, in all honesty, play with his food, right? Jenova’s haunting laughter answered his question and Cloud hummed in pleasure.
“No…” whispered Sephiroth, complexion pale as he took Cloud in, his heart clenching in agony at the crazed look on his blond warrior’s face. A memory from long ago flickered into place and Sephiroth was horrified to note the resemblance Cloud had on now was an uncanny match to his mother’s, who was once revered for her brilliance and splendor, who had been reduced into a demented husk of herself. She had been hellbent on her killing spree, feasting on all vampires that had stood in her way. She had been so high on her power trip and had incomparable strength that, in the end, Sephiroth had been forced to take his mother down for the survival of their race. Seeing Cloud mirroring his mother’s actions, seeing her eyes where Cloud’s gorgeous blue green eyes once were… it was devastating.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Genesis cried out, stricken at the scene before him. Cloud was drenched from head to toe but his mouth and the area below was completely saturated in vampire blood. He hadn’t believed Cloud was that far gone to resort to cannibalism. He cursed that witch’s diseased blood. She had messed Cloud up big time and even after Sephiroth had tried to wipe her presence away, her claws were still sunk deep in the blond warrior.
“Cloud…. what have you done?” Vincent whispered, his words falling from pale lips without hesitation. He could feel the power pulsing off of the blond in waves and it felt unnatural.
“Tell them, my sweet little puppet. Tell them that you just took what was rightfully yours.”
“I took what has always been ours to begin with.” Cloud replied, taking a step forward to land gracefully down the steps into the shrine. He cocked his head, a confused look on his face. He didn’t understand why they looked at him the way they did. Why were they so afraid?
“There’s no need to be frightened. Just like we enthrall the humans to let us feed without killing them, so too can we feast upon our kind.”
“That’s cannibalism, Cloud, you know that. It is forbidden!” Genesis replied, his body quaking as crazed, dilated eyes granted him his undivided attention.
“Some of us were humans once, myself included. Would we not be cannibalizing our own kind then? Just because we are better doesn’t mean we aren’t similar.” Jenova chuckled in his mind, amused by his words. Cloud narrowed his eyes in pleasure as she agreed with his notion.
“But you’ve killed all the other vampires while you gorged yourself on their blood!”
“They chose their fate. Would it not be silly of me to stand there and let them wound me when I had the means of protecting myself? They attacked, so I retaliated and as my prize, I took their blood. They wouldn’t necessarily need it as they’ve succumbed to the grievous wounds I had inflicted upon them.”
His Cloud even sounded so much like her and he wanted to break through to the blond. It seemed as if this was just a recent change. Cloud had not consumed vampire blood before today so maybe he would be able to pull his blond warrior back from her hold and see reason.
“Cloud.” Cloud finally turned to look at the man he hadn’t seen in decades. His Master had told him that Sephiroth had been awakened and he had believed that Sephiroth would have looked starved after awakening but he still looked like the day he had been protected. He looked strong and incredibly handsome. He wanted to run towards the vampire, to throw his hands around the man and have the other hold him tight. To taste those lips and have the man’s hot body engulf his and--
“Are you going to betray me too? Me? Your Master? Your everything? For my son?” Cloud clutched at his head, crying out as pain erupted from inside him. He collapsed to his knees, his entire body raked in agony as he tried to placate his Master’s ire. No, it hadn’t been like that at all! He had just been so happy to see Sephiroth but he would never betray his Master. She had changed him, had gifted him immortality and she had taken much from him in exchange but that had been his Master’s right.
“Cloud!” Sephiroth cried out, coming to the blond’s side, ignoring the concerned murmurs of the other’s in the room, cautioning him to stay back. He’d just called out to his blond warrior and his eyes had turned back into those precious blue green jewels before his body was wrought with pain. He had gotten through to Cloud and it looked like whatever was controlling him, he knew without a doubt that it had to be his mother haunting them from beyond the grave, was causing him agony. He knew that she had ruled through torment in her last moments of life and she feared not having Cloud under her control. What was her end game? What did she want after all this time?
Cloud felt soothing, gentle hands envelope him, pulling him up to rest his forehead against a chiseled chest. How he had longed to be in Sephiroth’s arms once more. The heated night they had shared had been taboo considering their classes but he had thrown caution to the wind as soon as Sephiroth had kissed him and he had done everything in his power to relish that heated moment. He knew that he would never get to have another chance with the vampire the way things were happening. He could feel Jenova’s hold tightening against his mind and he didn’t think he would be strong enough a second time to keep her back.
Sephiroth’s voice had made him come to but Jenova was stubborn, refusing to let him go and he tried everything to keep her out but already, his sense of clarity was disappearing. She was angry and he knew that she would make him hurt the man he loved for his disobedience.
“Quickly…. before she takes control again…” Cloud groaned, his body trembling in Sephiroth’s arms and he couldn’t help but hold the blond even tighter. He didn’t want to ever let this man go, not again.
“You need to… stop me… she wants…” Cloud whispered, wincing as pain took hold of him. He could hear her in the back of his mind, screaming at him. He knew what she wanted and he needed to make sure that it didn’t happen. She was completely insane but he knew that if what she hoped for came to pass, she’d feel as if she had won.
“Kill me…. please…” Sephiroth shook his head. That was one thing he could never do. He had taken the brunt of the Church’s attack because he had feared Cloud’s death. The blond was strong but he had been so young still and he had known that he wouldn’t have been able to survive the spell that was hurdled his way. He just had to make his mother’s influence vanished from the blond once more. He could do it now… right? He had just awoken from a long slumber but he had to do something to keep Cloud away from her.
“I’m disappointed in you, Cloud. You don’t want to see him be just like me but the truth is his descent is inevitable. Why? Because of his love for you. Even if you try to stop this, he’s already fallen into the palm of my hands. I’ve waited long enough and now..”
Cloud’s eyes blew wide as Jenova cackled in his mind. She couldn’t have predicted all of this, could she? It was madness! No way she could have known that this would happen! He had to stop Sephiroth! He couldn’t let him do this! He couldn’t have him become just like him, just like her--
“Wait, Sephiroth, don’t!” Genesis and Vincent both called out at the same time as they realized what their Elder was thinking of doing. They knew that Sephiroth wanted to attempt to override Jenova’s claim of Cloud like he had tried to do before but Cloud had fed from other vampires! He wasn’t in the same state he had been back then. Who knew what would happen if he attempted to drain Cloud while in a frenzied state but they were too late.
Cloud inhaled, eyes wide as Sephiroth’s fangs sunk deeply into his shoulder. Tears fell down his cheeks as he felt Sephiroth begin to drain him. He tried to push him away, fists colliding on the man’s body to get him to let go but nothing he tried made the other pull back; if anything it just made him hold onto him tighter.
“No! Stop! You can’t!”
Sephiroth couldn’t help the pleased moan that escaped him as soon as Cloud’s blood touched his tongue. It was just like that night he had him, the taste so rich, so powerful and he was drunk off of how strong it made him feel. He’d known during the first time that he could get addicted to his blond warrior’s taste…. no, he knew that he was already addicted. He had never tasted anything like this and he knew that nothing else would be able to compare to this taste. He wondered if Cloud tasted this good to him because he desired him even after so much time had passed.
Cloud flinched as Sephiroth bit him harder and Cloud closed his eyes as his body burned. He tilted his head back, breath shaking as he felt his body stirring in arousal. Sephiroth was feeding off of him, devouring his blood and wouldn’t let go. He could tell that his blood tasted good to the Elder as the vampire kept moaning in pleasure with every drop of blood he siphoned from him. He could hear Jenova’s laughter cut off abruptly before she raged in the back of his mind. Jenova had to have sensed that something was wrong as she tried to get him to shake Sephiroth off but being in the man’s arms again… even if these were his last moments of life, he would cherish how Sephiroth held him like something precious.
“Sephiroth, you need to stop! Sephiroth!” Genesis reached out to grab onto Sephiroth’s shoulder, trying to separate him from Cloud but as soon as Sephiroth looked at him, he froze. The man’s eyes had brightened but there was a manic gleam in his gaze and Genesis couldn’t help but take a step back. It felt like he was in the presence of a beast that would maim him if he tried to pull him away from Cloud’s limp body.
Sephiroth shivered, chills going down his spine as he continued to feed from Cloud. He couldn’t stop. Cloud tasted so good but he knew that he had to pull away no matter how much he didn’t want to. He needed to help Cloud replenish his blood but just thinking of how vile human blood would taste on Cloud’s tongue… no, he couldn’t subject Cloud into drinking such slop and that’s when he realized he’d allow his blond warrior to feed from others. He’d make sure Cloud would have his fill from every vampire and after that, he would feed from Cloud again. He knew he wouldn’t be able to feed from anyone else besides Cloud and he was content with that.
Vincent watched Sephiroth move away from Cloud, a heady look on his face as he swiped a tongue over stained lips. Vincent clenched his hands into fists, knowing that their Elder, his nephew, had been corrupted so quickly in front of their eyes.
Sephiroth glanced down at Cloud, transfixed on how gorgeous he looked, the blond panting quickly, looking debauched and he hadn’t even sunk his sex inside of the blond yet. He would rectify that but first, he needed Cloud to feed. He was full, extremely satisfied but he had to take care of his blond warrior to make sure that they kept up with his new feeding cycle. He knew that he would be able to keep Cloud sane as long as he got him to focus solely on him.
“Cloud…” Cloud shivered as Sephiroth’s voice dripped sinfully from his lips. He could tell that the man was different. Sephiroth had fed from him, something Jenova had strived for her son to do and now he just hoped that Sephiroth didn’t discard them.
“My Lord… are you…” Sephiroth shushed the blond, bringing his thumb to Cloud’s lips, gently running his thumb over enticing lips. He hungered for Cloud but he would wait until his warrior was fed and well rested before taking him and uniting their bodies once more.
“You have no need to worry. But first, you must feed. I’ve taken much from you and you need to replenish your strength.” Vincent noticed Sephiroth cast his gaze at him and he felt like an insect being dissected and wondered what would happen now.
“Vincent, Cloud needs blood…”
“O-f of course, my Lord, at once, but Cloud can’t--” Vincent bowed hastily, wondering what to say to Sephiroth about Cloud’s current affliction. The blond hadn’t been able to feed by regular means and after gorging himself on other vampires moments ago, he knew that Cloud wouldn’t ever be able to feed from humans again. He wondered how to bring this dilemma to Sephiroth’s attention before Sephiroth’s words stopped him.
“Lend him your wrist.”
“My Lord? What--” Glowing, crazed eyes pinned him in place.
“Lend him your wrist.” Sephiroth smiled sadistically, knowing full well that his uncle and the other’s in the room were unnerved by his request. He extended a hand out, waiting patiently for Vincent to comply and after a few moments, the man leaned forward, extending his wrist towards him.
“My Lord, no, we can’t…” Cloud began but was shushed again, Sephiroth looking back at him, fondly.
“It’s okay. I understand now. I understand what Jenova was trying to accomplish. She went about it the wrong way but I’ll make sure that we all benefit from this necessary change.” Sephiroth continued and Cloud watched as the Elder gripped Vincent’s wrist in his and pulled it towards his mouth. Cloud’s eyes widened as Sephiroth reach down, making a cut on Vincent’s wrist, just enough to entice him. He could feel his fangs lengthen, his mouth salivating at the smell.
“Careful now. Make sure to take as much as we do the humans we enthrall. Not too much. I know it’ll be difficult for you but I know what a good boy you are.” Vincent flinched as Cloud’s hot breath caressed his wrist and he saw his friend’s eyes dilate in hunger. What the hell was going on? Was Sephiroth really going to let Cloud feed off him, off them? The blond would go insane like he had before! How was this--
“Make sure to let me know if your senses become clouded and I’ll let you feed from me. You’ll gain clarity again. Everything will be alright. Now, bite.” Cloud was entranced by the lovely tone of their Elder and he opened his mouth and bit Vincent’s wrist. He inhaled sharply, groaning at Vincent’s taste and he gripped the man’s wrist, keeping it in place. He tasted so good! He needed more, he would--
“Enough.” Cloud’s eyes widened as he was pulled away and he stared into Sephiroth’s glittering green eyes. He was still hungry but already he could feel himself relaxing, coming back to himself. He licked his lips noting how Sephiroth’s eyes followed his actions.
“There we go. Feeling okay?” Vincent clutched his hand to his chest, feeling the wound on his wrist closing quickly. Sephiroth had forced Cloud to stop and he could see that Cloud was still all there and his eyes widened as he realized what Sephiroth’s plan was. He wondered if this would work. The Elder had said that he knew what Jenova’s intentions had been but she had gone about this all wrong. Was this how their coven would be like? How would it function in the long run? Would others also be allowed to feed from one another?
“Yes… I’m still hungry but I’m okay… I’m sorry, I…”
“It’s okay, you’re still assimilating but in time, you will know when to stop. In the meantime, I will make sure you don’t take more than you should.” Genesis had stood transfixed at what he had seen. Vincent was fine and Cloud had fed normally from Vincent right before his eyes but he couldn’t help to look at Sephiroth when all that had been happening. Sephiroth had looked proudly at Cloud while he had fed and he had kept to his word and pulled the blond away once the bloodlust was beginning to take control. The blond was fine now, speaking as if a great event hadn’t taken place.
“Genesis?” Sephiroth glanced towards his best friend, staring at him silently. He saw his friend’s eyes widen and it took him a bit to come forward and kneel where Vincent had been occupying a few moments ago. Sephiroth smiled, pleased by his friend’s ability to read the situation.
“Drink, Cloud. Remember, just enough.” Cloud’s eyes widened, understanding coming to his senses. He was granted permission to feed but only enough for a meal. He had to remember that he was to treat the vampires like they did with the humans. Cloud gripped Genesis’ wrist and sunk his fangs on the man’s wrist. He closed his eyes, relishing in the taste as he tried to keep his mind on the task. Just enough, not too much. After a few more pulls, he pulled away slowly, looking at Genesis’ wrist in longing before seeking Sephiroth’s approval. He thought he’d done pretty good this time.
“Good, Cloud. Very good, you’re learning. Just like that. Well, get the hang of things soon. For now..” Sephiroth picked Cloud up in his arms and stood. He looked at Genesis and Vincent briefly as his attention landed to the other vampires in the room, noting mixed expressions on their faces. They would learn in due time or face banishment.
“In two days time, I will hold a meeting with everyone and I will make sure you all know how things will change from this point forward. Fear not, my vampires. This will be the start of a new era. A strong one where we shall all prosper.” Sephiroth turned, taking his leave, stepping over the remains of the shrine door and moving towards his bedchambers.
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Cloud slapped his hand over his mouth as he tried to get away but he couldn’t since Sephiroth had placed him in a chair and proceeded to reintroduce himself with his body. He’d been exhausted after the power high had left him and he had been on the brink of passing out when Sephiroth leaned forward and took his lips in his. Cloud hadn’t know what to do and he had sat there like an idiot, his eyes wide as the Elder gripped his chin, opening his mouth just enough so he could plunder his mouth with his tongue.
After a few moments, his body had kicked into overdrive and he had reciprocated Sephiroth’s advances. He knew the other was feeling the effects after drinking his blood and he would not impede the man from taking from his body. He had wanted this, craved this for over a quarter of a century and to be in moment, Sephiroth kissing him like he wanted to consume him, Cloud knew that he could die happy.
Sephiroth had taken no time at all to divest him of his clothes and Cloud couldn’t help but twitch at every kiss and lick the other showered his body with. He knew that technically, Sephiroth was moving too fast but to the vampire, it had felt as if it were just yesterday that he had taken his body to bed. Sephiroth was just continuing what he started and Cloud didn’t want the other to stop. The Elder teased his nipples until they peaked. Had trailed biting kisses down to his twitching stomach before swooping in to take his breath away with a soul sucking kiss.
“Suck.” Sephiroth had growled in arousal, watching his blond warrior take hold of his fingers to suck them into his mouth. Cloud made a show of taking his fingers, almost simulating how he would suck a thicker appendage of his but he would refrain from going all the way for now. This was about Cloud. He wanted to show the other that his pleasure was also his and that there wasn’t a need to rush things now that they had all the time in the world. For him, the smell of Cloud’s arousal was still fresh in his mind but to Cloud, it had been so long since he had been touched. He hadn’t smelled anyone else on his blond warrior when he had carried him to his room. He would make sure that nothing would stand in their way.
He bit and sucked Cloud’s pale, smooth stomach, making sure to kneel comfortably in front of him on the floor. He craved the taste of Cloud’s come, wondering if it would taste just as divine as his blood did. He made sure to move closer, vaulting one of Cloud’s legs over his shoulder to give him access to his winking hole. He licked his lips, leaning forward, using his index and middle finger to pull the blond’s cheek just enough so he could prod at Cloud’s twitching hole.
“Ahh, fuck!” Cloud cried out, his leg lifting slightly as he felt Sephiroth’s hot breath and tongue kissing his hole. He twitched, biting his lip as Sephiroth let his saliva coated fingers trail down his body, making sure to circle one of his nipples a few times before continuing down, down, down until--
“Sephiroth!” Sephiroth pulled back, his eyes falling to half mass as he thrust his sopping fingers in and out of Cloud’s asshole. The blond was such a sight to see, his lips red from all his constant biting and his face fixed in pleasure. He planted a few teasing kisses close to the blond’s leaking erection as he continued to work his fingers in and out of Cloud, purring in content as the blond’s cries went higher and higher. He wanted Cloud to come, to clench on his fingers tightly as his whole body spasmed in completion. He could tell the other was close and he finger fucked his blond warrior faster and faster, growling at the obscene wet smacking his fingers were making as they met Cloud’s ass. He made sure to pay attention in licking and biting the blond’s twitching inner thighs.
“Ahh! Fuck! Ngh, yes, yes, ugh!” Cloud cried out, his whole body twitching this way and that, not knowing what to do. He slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to keep his cries from being heard but Sephiroth managed to twist his fingers just so inside of him, making him throw his head back, shouting for mercy.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! Sephiroth!” Sephiroth laughed quietly, spearing Cloud’s prostate with his fingers. He licked a trail up the blond’s erection before swallowing Cloud’s cock to the hilt and hummed.
“Nghhh!” Cloud clenched his teeth, his toes curling as he came down Sephiroth’s throat. His body kept twitching, his cock spurting every few seconds as he continued to come and he could feel Sephiroth’s throat bobbing as he drank his seed. After a few more moments, he leaned back into the chair, his chest heaving as he tried to come down his high. Honestly, Cloud thought he could see starts swirling all around him, his mind completely blank. Cloud stared into Sephiroth’s twinkling gaze, the Elder pulling back, his fingers sliding out of Cloud’s ass shortly after.
Cloud’s eyes widened as Sephiroth licked his lips and brought his wet fingers towards his lips, his tongue coming out to lap his fingers lewdly.
“Delicious.”
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Cloud groaned, closing his eyes as he got lost in Sephiroth’s bite. The two had kept up this new routine for a little over a week now and so far so good. Whenever he would have his fill and felt his mind starting to haze over, he would turn to Sephiroth, who was attached to his side nowadays, and with the Elder’s permission would bite him. He would take just enough of Sephiroth’s blood to clear his mind once more. Sephiroth’s blood was extremely potent and he never had to take more than a sip before he was back to himself. He had wondered early on why he could feed on Sephiroth and not fall into a frenzy but he figured that maybe because the Vampire Elder was technically his master, then the thrall pact was still fully active. He had tried numerous times before when in Jenova’s care to kill her but every attempt had led to failure.
After sipping on Sephiroth’s blood, he would feel incredibly refreshed and would be able to go every other day without feeding. He had been very concerned once he’d realized that he needed to feed much more often than usual but the system they had going on seemed to be working. He did however, hear the wariness of the other vampires around them regarding Sephiroth after the meeting he had held. Their Elder, for whatever reason, could only feed from Cloud. Whenever he had attempted to ingest human blood or had even attempted to feed upon another vampire, he’d gotten violently ill, his body rejecting anything and everything that wasn’t Cloud’s.
The vampires feared him of course, which was so much better than being hated everywhere he went, since he fed off them like they did the humans and they were kept in line with the decree from their Elder to treat Cloud like they would him. For him to have their Lord “his slave” to his blood had them believing he had bewitched the Elder in some form or another.
Jenova had tried everything in her power to make Sephiroth lose himself once before, to partake in vampire blood and finally having a pawn to ensure Sephiroth fell in line…. but those plans had fizzled as quickly as it had started. She hadn’t accounted for the fact that Sephiroth would be able to feed from one vampire alone and, in turn, retain his sanity.
Sephiroth was different however, that much was clear. He could still feel his hot breath roaming his lower extremities the night he had come back to him. Sephiroth had always been extremely charismatic before he had been cursed to eternal slumber and everyone had gravitated towards him, wanting to be in their Elder’s radiance. Nowadays, the others kept to themselves, observing their Lord from afar, fearing that one day he would come after them if anything ever happened to Cloud. They believed he would go on a blood frenzy, killing anything and everything in his sight.
“Ahh…” Cloud gasped, eyes closing as Sephiroth pulled him back towards him, the Elder’s lower regions grinding up against his ass and Cloud could feel how excited the other was. He’d wondered if Sephiroth had always gotten aroused when feeding but had been reassured that wasn’t the case after speaking with Genesis and Vincent. Sephiroth had never felt anything when feeding, always feeling like it were a weakness. He normally fed while detached from the whole process and would only ever take a sip or two before retreating. But with Cloud… the Elder was ravenous.
“Mmmm….” groaned Sephiroth, gulping down Cloud’s delicious lifeblood for a few more seconds from his shoulder. He flicked his long tongue out, lapping at the beading droplets as he gripped the blond’s body to grind harder against Cloud’s ass as hands roamed Cloud’s chest and stomach. He never tired from feeding on his lover, always being delightfully surprised on how delicious the other’s blood was to him. Cloud was a vampire, just like the rest of them but there was something in his blood that ensnared him. He was relieved that his mother’s plan had failed in a sense. He had succumbed to drinking vampire blood but didn’t mind it much if his nourishment came from Cloud’s body.
Maybe this was why his mother, no matter how crazed she had been, had stopped killing other vampires abruptly. She had stopped gorging herself on other’s blood and had solely fed off of Cloud for five years before he had found where she had been hiding. Cloud’s blood… there had always been something powerful about it and wondered if maybe having been the Church’s warrior had anything to do with it.
Cloud had been the Church’s strongest warrior to date. He had felled so many foes and vanquished all monsters in the Church’s name. How his mother had managed to capture the blond and keep from killing him was anyone’s guess. He was interested to know how a crazed, vampire blood driven vampire had not killed the blond and had rather changed him and used him as food. In a way… he could now understand why his mother had refrained from feeding off others and relied on Cloud for her regular feedings. Nothing could compare to Cloud’s intoxicating blood.
His ichor was rare, the taste of it like aged vintage wine and rich, dark chocolate. It felt taboo to drink from someone so appetizing but any other blood he attempted to drink couldn’t compare. It had felt as if he were trying to ingest spoiled products, which, in a way, didn’t make any sense. Cloud’s blood was vampiric and should have felt wrong just like the others, should not have tasted as good as it did.
Every time he drank from Cloud, he felt complete. He would get lost in drinking from him and when he came to, he would be incredibly aroused. It didn’t help quelling his hunger when Cloud would push his ass against his groin and the friction would entice him to bite and touch him again, letting his hands wander all over Cloud’s delectable body. He could feel his want for the blond growing bigger and bigger and at times, would envision feeding on Cloud while in the throws of passion.
He had refrained from fucking Cloud’s brains out the night he awoke, knowing that they hadn’t been at their best. He groaned whenever his mind would fantasize how tight the other would be around his cock as he drank deeply from him and how he would sound on the verge of orgasm, clenching on his sex tight.
He honestly didn’t know why he hasn’t taken Cloud like he had wanted to. It had been a over a week now and he craved to be inside the blond’s snug body. The events of that night before the Church had attacked were so vivid in his mind and he craved that heat even more now. Maybe he shouldn’t hold himself back. What was holding him back? He should take Cloud as much as he wanted. If Cloud hadn’t wanted him again, he would have spoken his mind, right?
“Cloud….” Cloud shivered, biting his lip as he felt Sephiroth utter his name so breathlessly. It was getting harder and harder not to turn around and seal the man’s lips in his. He hadn’t been opposed to going further the night of their reunion but after coming down the man’s throat as he’d been fingered, he’d promptly passed out.
It was getting harder and harder not to reach out and fondle the man’s aroused cock through his pants. Every time he went off to sleep, he dreamed the two of them in the throws of passion, with him sobbing as he pleaded for more while Sephiroth drank deeply from him, hot cum trickling out of his gaping hole. It was arousing just thinking about the Elder claiming him as his again, painting his insides heavy with his essence for everyone to know.
“Sephiroth…” Sephiroth closed his eyes, lapping the back of the blond’s neck and he knew that he was in trouble. Cloud’s reverent moan of his name sent waves of tingling pleasure all over his body. He had to go further with the blond. He would be crazy not to indulge himself in sinking himself into Cloud’s body when his lover was offering himself up on a silver platter. He nipped Cloud’s ear as he roamed his hand down a twitching clothed stomach. He continued to kiss and nip around Cloud’s ear, whispering sweet, filthy nothings in his ear and he couldn’t help but close his eyes at how stimulating Cloud’s little sounds were. He needed more.
“Ahh, fuck!” Cloud gasped, his body quivering as he felt a hand close over his erection. He gripped Sephiroth’s arm, not knowing whether to coax him into continuing or to push him away.
“Fuck… you’re leaking all over my hand, you naughty little thing.” Sephiroth growled into Cloud’s ear, lapping and sucking a reddened ear, trying to entice the other to either let him continue or push him away. He tightened his grip, a feral smile on his face as Cloud moaned in want. He wanted his lover to come apart in his hands, to spill all over himself, to show him how good he was making him feel. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed when Cloud pushed his arm away and left his embrace. A pity then. Maybe he could entice Cloud some other time, to see if he could change the other’s--
Cloud pulled away from Sephiroth, his mind going crazy and he needed to see the Elder’s face. He needed to see if Sephiroth was feeling just as turned on as he was and he shivered at the hungry look the other was giving him. Cloud leaned forward, cupping Sephiroth’s head in his hands and sealed his lips in his.
Sephiroth’s eyes flew open for a few seconds before closing his eyes, thrusting his tongue to map out Cloud’s tantalizing mouth. He groaned at the blond’s taste, the other tasting like sweet honey even after he had fed not too long ago. He gripped the back of Cloud’s head and roamed his hand down to grip Cloud through tenting pants .
“Ah! W-wait!” Cloud gasped, hands flying down to grip Sephiroth’s arm. He didn’t want to come just yet, feeling extremely sensitive at the moment. He didn’t want this to end so soon.
“Let me cherish you.” Sephiroth whispered against pink lips, trying to get his intentions across. He wouldn’t stop as soon as Cloud came. He wanted the other to know that this would continue until they were both sated. “I want you to leak all over me, get you to lose your mind as you milk my cock when I breach you deep inside.”
Cloud was going to come right then and there! How could he be whispering such filthy promises to him and not be blushing like crazy? He wanted everything Sephiroth promised him. He especially wanted to feel the Elder deep inside him so he could ache pleasantly like their first time together. He wanted to clamp on Sephiroth’s cock as he came undone and spill himself across satin bed sheets.
“Please…” Cloud whispered longingly and Sephiroth smiled, taking the plea as enough incentive to continue. He grabbed a thin wrist and pulled him towards the bed, making sure to throw the blond so he landed right in the middle of the bed. He watched Cloud bounce on the bed and his eyes fell half mass as he envisioned his lover bouncing like that as he rode his cock. He’d have the blond crying out for him at the end of all this and couldn’t help but feel something dark take hold of him. He’d make the blond cry out as loud as he could so the others could hear. Let them listen to his blond warrior coming apart at the seams because of him. Let them hear how Cloud was claimed, by their Leader and Lord. Let them realize that Cloud was fully.
Cloud’s eyes widened as he bounced on the bed,his body shivering as Sephiroth came down to trap him underneath. Sephiroth’s eyes were dilated and Cloud couldn’t help but reach out to pull the man down to take his lips again. Sephiroth licked his lips, thrusting his tongue to map out his mouth again and Cloud couldn’t help but hum in content.
Sephiroth parted after a few moments, noting Cloud’s chest heave up and down. He roamed his hands towards Cloud’s pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down slightly. Sephiroth stared, mouth watering, as Cloud’s erection came free and slapped the blond’s lower stomach. He licked his lips as he kneeled at the foot of the bed, resting his chest on the bedding. He parked himself to rest in between Cloud’s splayed thighs and he caressed clothed inner thighs, grinning as said thighs twitched in sensitivity. He couldn’t wait to have Cloud’s thighs trap him in place as his lover spilled his seed. He continued to tease for a few more moments before swallowing the blond’s erection whole.
“Ahh! Sephiroth!” Cloud cried out, hands flying to grip on the bed sheets and grip Sephiroth’s silver locks. He didn’t know what to do as Sephiroth swallowed and kept swallowing his cock. He felt his toes curling as Sephiroth gazed back at him as he took Cloud’s cock and devoured it like a tasty lollipop.
Sephiroth hummed, his eyes closing to half mass as he watched Cloud’s body quiver and shake every time he swallowed him to the hilt. Cloud didn’t know where to keep his hands and just seeing the other get lost in the motions was enough for him. He knew he’d never grow tired of witnessing Cloud lose his mind to passion. It filled him with such pride, knowing that Cloud was like this because of him.
“Fuck, FUCK!” Cloud cried out, gripping his blond locks as his body continued to twitch. He could feel his orgasm coming quickly and he tried pushing Sephiroth off of him but the other was relentless and doubled his efforts. Sephiroth hollowed his cheeks as he slurped noisily around his cock and Cloud just couldn’t take it anymore. The noises were so obscene and he knew that he was going to come any moment. Cloud gasped, clenching on the bed sheets as he rose up into a sitting position, his thighs trapping Sephiroth’s head as he cried out, his cock erupting down Sephiroth’s throat. He continued to cry out, feeling the Elder everything he had.
Sephiroth pulled back, licking his lips as he pushed his stray locks back. He took in Cloud’s dazed expression and he smiled fondly at the other. He knew that there were no thoughts going through Cloud’s mind at the moment.
Cloud fell back, trying to get his breathing under control, his brain fuzzy after coming down Sephiroth’s throat. He nearly whimpered when the man’s warmth left him and he made sure to follow the Elder with his eyes. He watched in rapture as Sephiroth unbuttoned his top, drooling as well defined muscles revealed themselves from underneath. Cloud noticed Sephiroth looking back at him with a smirk as the vampire Lord unbuttoned his slacks and Cloud was going crazy with the man’s teasing. As soon as Sephiroth’s cock jutted out, Cloud felt his strength return, enough to sit up on the bed to reach out for Sephiroth’s thick, filling cock.
“Such a voracious appetite you have…” Sephiroth groaned out, his body breaking out in chills at Cloud’s yearning touch. He gripped the blond’s chin, pulling his gorgeous face up to take his lips once more. His lips smacked noisily against Cloud’s lips and he reveled in his lover’s little aroused noises. He couldn’t keep the moan from escaping his lips as Cloud jerked him off, spreading his precum all over his cock’s head and shaft.
“How do you want this? Tell me your deepest desires, Cloud…” Cloud groaned, pulling back from the man’s claiming kiss as he continued to stroke the man’s massive cock. How did he want Sephiroth to take him? He didn’t care, he just wanted the other to reach deep inside of him as soon as possible but.. there was one scene that kept playing on repeat in his wet dreams. It was depraved in his opinion but something he had wanted to share with Sephiroth. He always dreamed of the man losing all control as he bottomed out and used him as he pleased. Would it be okay to ask his Lord, his lover, for such a thing? Would it not be best to just do it on the bed?
Sephiroth pulled Cloud back into a kiss, inhaling deeply as he tried to keep himself from pushing too hard. He didn’t want his little warrior to fear him, to have any second thoughts. What was going through Cloud’s head though? He’d asked him a question and he had thought he’d get a quick answer but… the way Cloud hesitated…. he was curious to know why he was acting so bashful even after everything they had already done with each other.
“Anything… Ask me anything and if it is within my power to provide, I shall. Don’t be afraid… Let me indulge you… let me claim this tight little hole as mine…” Cloud shivered, biting his lip as Sephiroth growled the last bit and he wanted it. He wanted Sephiroth to plow into him with abandon, to use him like a filthy cock sleeve as he cried out in ecstasy.
“The couch… I want you to take me on the couch…” Sephiroth’s brow rose as he pulled away, smiling at the small whine that escaped Cloud’s lips as he put some distance between each other. He raised his hand, beckoning Cloud to make his move.
“Come, show me how you want it.” He wanted this for the both of them, to trust in one another, and he would try to be by the blond’s side until death did them part. He gripped Cloud’s wrist and pulled him up, gripping the side of his face to claim his lips hungrily. He licked into his lover’s sweet mouth, trying to convey his feelings to the other.
“Mmmm…” Cloud moaned, smacking his lips on Sephiroth’s. He placed a hand on his lover’s chest, the other gripping the man’s arm wrapped around his waist to ground himself. Sephiroth’s kisses were intoxicating and the more he divulged in them, the more he wanted to just let his worries go and get lost in Sephiroth’s current.
Sephiroth pulled away, licking across Cloud’s lips enticingly before he moved to nip and suck marks all along Cloud’s neck. Cloud mewled, breath coming quickly and Sephiroth coaxed him to move backwards, trying to get them closer and closer towards the couch. He was interested in seeing what Cloud had in mind when they made it to the couch. He had a few ideas but wanted the blond to tell him what he craved and he would give him everything he so desired. He could feel his hunger starting to come back and he wanted to feed off of Cloud while buried deep inside of him.
“Ahh…” Cloud exhaled softly, his body singing in pleasure. He felt the Vampire Lord pull away from him and he followed after the man’s lips, hearing the other chuckle at his expense.
“Don’t think… just feel. We both want this… let me in, Cloud…” Cloud’s breath hitched as Sephiroth wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up, taking the last few steps towards the couch and sitting him on the back of the sofa. He was the perfect height to kiss and Cloud got lost in Sephiroth’s lips once more. He ran his hands up to grasp at silver tressed locks, groaning as their kisses deepened and turned heated. He felt Sephiroth stand between his open legs, his lover coming closer and closer until--
“Ahh! Fuck!” Sephiroth smirked, nipping at Cloud’s ear as he canted his hips slowly to grind their cocks together. Sephiroth wanted a little more friction so he grabbed Cloud’s ass and slammed his pelvis a little harder against Cloud’s. They both groaned, Sephiroth taking advantage to kiss and suck at Cloud’s throat as it was tilted back in pleasure. He kept up the brutal grinding, his eyes closing as he felt their cock heads leaking precum all over their stomach and cocks, trying to stave from coming too quickly. Cloud was making his pleasure known, gasping and grunting, moaning with each grind and Sephiroth didn’t know if he was going to be able to hold off from spilling his seed. He wanted to do so inside Cloud preferably, but where he did it would be up to Cloud to decide.