The Quickening Part 4 of 4 “No..,” he muttered. “No…., please…, just let me die.” Sephiroth raised his eyebrows questioningly. “But you liked what I did to you, did you not?” Cloud looked down, hung limply in the holds and didn’t answer. “Well, in that case,” Sephiroth said, not entirely discouraged, “I’d better make this more fun.” He crouched down and put both hands on the floor. His blue green eyes lit up for a moment and light traveled down his arms and out into his hands and fingers. The light entered the floor and was swallowed up by the crystal. Outside, at certain points, the strands of the crystal lattice liquefied and became elastic. The sphere tilted backwards in the web. Sephiroth sent another energy pulse through the crystal to solidify the softened strands and fix the orb into place. Then he stood and looked down at Cloud which now lay spread eagled on what had become the floor of the crystal sphere. Sephiroth drew Masamune and approached the young man. He crouched down and under loud verbal protests from Cloud, cut his pants from his body. He carefully unlaced Cloud’s boots and removed them along with the socks. Then he peeled off the gloves and the orthopedic tape from Cloud’s hands. When this was done, Sephiroth stood and admired the muscular body of the younger man, who was now completely stripped. With slow and deliberate movements he began removing his own boots, pants and armlets. When they had all turned to black heaps on the floor, Sephiroth addressed Cloud again. “There,” he said. “No pretenses, no marks of difference, no lifeless objects to separate us from Mother.” He picked up his long sword from the floor and walked over to the glowing column of light. “For you, Mother!” he exclaimed. “My trusty sword, long since a part of myself. A taste of what’s to come!” Then he dropped the sword into the glowing pillar. The sword fell tumbling into the light before exploding in a flash that quickly faded into the general brilliance. “Thank you Mother!” Sephiroth smiled when seeing the sword become absorbed into Lifestream. Then he turned and looked at his captive on the floor a few meters away. Cloud looked up. Sephiroth’s intentions were clearly marked on his body, but he no longer had any power with which to struggle against the merciless holds. Sephiroth knelt down and began stroking Cloud’s naked body with his cold and dry fingers. Cloud squirmed in the clamps but that was all he could muster. He didn’t even bother shouting, knowing it wouldn’t stop his enemy. And when Sephiroth’s long hand closed over his member and began pulling, he gave up and simply lay back and relaxed. He was so tired, too tired to try and fight this madman anymore. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all? All he wanted was to close his eyes and rest. Soon he would see his friends again and that thought filled him with hope. “Tifa, forgive me,” Cloud muttered while he let Sephiroth have his way with him. Sephiroth slid his long body over Cloud’s and the white hair draped itself around the younger man’s neck and shoulders like a silky blanket. Sephiroth kissed Cloud passionately, wanting to draw not only his mental wounds but the very breath out of his body. Cloud heaved for air and bucked beneath him, eager to get out of the smothering embrace. Sephiroth leaned back and smiled. He made a little shake of the head to remove some stray hair from his eyes before continuing. Down Cloud’s neck, over the throat, nibbling a little beneath the ear, dancing the tip of the tongue along the line of hair in Cloud’s neck to feel the small hairs there rise with excitement at the touch of his tongue. Licking the droplets of blood running from Cloud’s wrists and down his muscular forearms, tasting sweetly of Mako and human vitality. Then down again, along the flat indentation of the breast bone while Sephiroth’s hands grew warm and soft. He took great care in giving both erect nipples the attention they deserved and enjoyed every intrusive moment. Cloud felt himself grow hard against his will, but this time did little to try and suppress the excitement. It was too late anyway. Sephiroth pushed himself up on strong arms and looked at Cloud with an expression of patient tenderness. He was so enjoying what Cloud was giving him and was determined to have more. He rubbed his midriff against Cloud’s and saw him close his eyes and tilt his head backwards in pleasure. Sephiroth paused for a moment to take in the happy sight of the younger man finally giving in to him. Then he continued his ministrations. With no obstacle in his way, Sephiroth explored Cloud’s rippling abdomen as thoroughly as he could with both hands and lips. The young man beneath him was panting, but otherwise quiet and not moving much. Sephiroth smiled to himself. Cloud was his now. Again, Sephiroth’s lips closed over Cloud’s hard and erect member, his body betraying him in a way he never could have imagined. Cloud felt the moist and pulling warmth of those eager hands and lips, closed his eyes and tried hard to push what was happening out of his mind. But inside the constant assault of pleasure, there was no forgetfulness to be had. Acceptance was the only way out and he hurried towards it. When he deemed Cloud sufficiently prepared, Sephiroth let go of the silky length and leaned back. Cloud’s chest and abdomen was rising and falling with great speed, indicating his arousal, but his face looked angelically calm. Sephiroth touched the base of the crystal hold which pinned Cloud’s left leg to the floor and pulled until the crystal had become a length of glassy rope. He pushed Cloud’s leg into position on the floor and refastened the clamp. Then he removed the base of the clasp holding Cloud’s right ankle and arranged that limb to his liking. Cloud didn’t make any attempts at fighting, but remained still and kept his eyes closed. Tears glinted under his eyelashes but his cheeks were visibly flushed. Sephiroth smiled and moved closer to Cloud, then gently leaned in between his legs. He felt around with both hands for the opening, then placed the tip of his length against it. Beneath him Cloud was now shaking a little, dreading what was about to happen, but the sensation of his captive having resigned to his fate and waiting for him only provoked more desire and anticipation. Sephiroth put one hand on Cloud’s hip to steady him and then slid inside. Cloud opened his eyes, cried out and arched his back to get away from what was piercing him, without being able to. Sephiroth calmly adjusted his weight above Cloud and leaned against him. Cloud was panting and had lifted his head up from the floor but kept his eyes on the ceiling. As Sephiroth slowly began moving inside him, Cloud drew his face into a grimace and yelled in pain. Sephiroth steadied himself on his elbows and put one hand over Cloud’s forehead to try and calm him, while he kept the other flat on the floor by Cloud’s right shoulder. He watched Cloud as he moved slowly in and out of him, merging deeper with him by each thrust. He could feel Cloud’s body like a warm and living tightness hugging his member from root to head, drawing him inside. The sensation was exquisite. He felt wonderfully alive. There was no reason to stop now. The younger man rolled his head from side to side while he breathed heavily and opened and clenched his hands. “Se… phi… roth!” Cloud panted between gritted teeth in a mixture of anger and pain but it was enjoyable hearing him call out his name nevertheless. Sephiroth smiled and placed his right hand onto the floor. As a soldier he had easily been able to do 300 push ups in sequence and none of that strength had left him. Sephiroth leaned into Cloud to feel his now limp member against his belly. He adjusted his weight so some would bear down on that area while he continued pushing himself in and out of Cloud. Under the rubbing motion that ensued, he felt some hardness return to the young body. Pleased, Sephiroth closed his eyes and continued the enjoyable thrusts. He lowered his head onto Cloud’s face and rubbed his cheek against him while letting out a series of throaty moans. He savored the feel, taste and smell of the other as well as the sensation of unhindered pleasure inside himself. The knowledge that it was the last time only served to increase his passion. Beneath him Cloud was moaning loudly and moving violently in the holds. Deep inside, Sephiroth saw Cloud’s heart like a slowly swirling white mist, constantly forming and reforming ethereal strands out of itself in a brightly lit space. Sephiroth reached out and closed his hand around one of the many strands and pulled. The white strands rushed loose as if a knot had been undone and quickly expanded into a shapeless fog. He sought the part of Lifestream which was inside of him, its warm and strong presence, connected with it and let the white fog disperse into it. Sephiroth sensed Cloud move spasmodically beneath him and felt him release his white fluid onto his rugated belly in a series of warm spurts. Cloud’s gasps of ecstasy filled the crystalline enclosure. Sephiroth threw his head back and pushed a few more times while giving loud expression to his own pleasure, letting himself go. White fire shot up between his legs, rushed up his body and forced a cry from his throat. Sephiroth felt himself stiffen in orgasm and then empty himself inside Cloud in three long and sweet contractions. When it was over, Sephiroth lowered himself down onto the floor next to Cloud. Out of breath, he laughed and sighed and pushed some of his hair away from Cloud’s moist cheeks. Cloud was still but his eyes were open and bright. Sephiroth allowed himself a few moments of rest. He breathed in the scent of Cloud, his own sweat and the smell of sex which the sphere now was filled with. His body felt supple and warm like that of a child’s after it has been bathed by its mother. Sephiroth had faint memories of soft hands and warm water washing him, but he knew that couldn’t have been his mother, it had to have been a nurse at Dr. Hojo’s laboratory. A slight twinge of remorse for the childhood he’d never had appeared in his mind, but Sephiroth easily pushed it aside. It didn’t matter any more, it was past and would soon be forgotten and the present was awaiting him. Sephiroth pushed himself up on his knees. He watched Cloud lift his head and take him in, quietly and earnestly, his eyes having a distant look but his face being devoid of the rage and hatred of earlier. Cloud was fully cleansed. Sephiroth smiled down at Cloud and saw him give a faint but gentle smile in return. Sephiroth collected his hair behind his neck and pushed some of it behind his ears. Then he got to his feet and inhaled deeply a few times. The column of light was pulsating. Sephiroth nodded to a voice only he could hear and readied himself. He knelt down and undid the four crystal clasps that had immobilized Cloud. He took Cloud and lifted him up in his arms, carrying him the short distance to the precipice overlooking the blazing column. At the edge of the light, Sephiroth stopped and looked down at Cloud. “One last kiss before flying,” he said, smiled and kissed the younger man. There was no resistance from Cloud this time. Sephiroth gave a little laugh and stroked Cloud’s cheek with his face, much like a mother caresses her child for the night. The only thing he regretted about carrying out Mother’s will was not being able to feel Cloud’s body around his own for a while longer. But he would have wanted to do that forever and then never gotten around to what he was supposed to do. This was not the time for second thoughts or remorse. Sephiroth hitched Cloud up again, his head and feet dangling limply from his arms. Sephiroth stood at the edge of the column and drew a last breath. “I’m coming now Mother!” he yelled triumphantly and threw himself into the blinding light. The fall did not last for long. |
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