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Sephiroth dived down onto Cloud’s body, gripping the sides of his lean waist with so much force that Cloud felt he was going to snap in half. Cloud let the pain and pressure make his body limp, let Sephiroth pin him to the ground. His silver hair cascaded down to frame his face, it fell along his shoulders and down to Cloud’s chest. Cloud’s eyes focused on the impossibly perfect picture of Sephiroth’s face at such a close distance, those powerful jade green eyes dilated as he stared back at Cloud.
Beautiful puppet. All mine.
Cloud couldn’t feel what was real or what wasn’t, his vision was dream-like, and Sephiroth had spoken directly to Cloud’s mind. The words echoed behind his eyes, they made him feel weak. There was nothing he could do to resist Sephiroth. He was an utterly enchanting thing, it would be an insult to deem him a simple man. He wasn’t a monster, but an angel, who had chosen Cloud to keep. Chosen him to capture.
Sephiroth lowered his head as if to kiss Cloud, but he would never be so gentle. He pressed his head into the side of Cloud’s neck, breathing in his scent. His nose and lips ran softly along the muscles, as if to outline which to cut out first. Cloud whimpered as he let his head fall back, Sephiroth taking the invitation to come closer.
He opened his mouth, licking along the line of Cloud’s jaw, behind his earlobe, down his Adam’s apple, to the dip of his collarbone, and back up to where he had previously buried his nose. He carefully placed his teeth right over the swell of Cloud’s trapezius muscle where it connected to his neck. He grazed his teeth so softly as if Cloud were made of powder. It was making Cloud’s heart race. He knew Sephiroth could hear it, hear the sound of Cloud’s beating life.
He sank his teeth into his neck, no longer a gentle graze of teeth against his skin, but an animalistic, carnal sort of bite. Cloud groaned all the same, it felt utterly euphoric. He wanted Sephiroth to rip the flesh off his bones, swallow him whole, gnaw on his body. Sephiroth's teeth were strong and sharp, applying more pressure as the seconds passed. His teeth had cut into his skin, circles of raw pain indented into Cloud, the wounds left behind all over his neck were beaded with his warm, thick, and dark blood.
Cloud continuously pressed up further against Sephiroth, his one, his only, offering up his body and entire being to fit whatever Sephiroth desired. He wanted to beg Sephiroth to cut him open, push his hands under his skin, and become one. Cloud wanted an impossible closeness, he couldn't bear to be anything but the only thing Sephiroth could ever want or think about, and he was the same. Sephiroth desired Cloud like a drunk to the finest wine, he could close his talons around his body like a hawk to a snake. Sephiroth had Cloud completely in a trance, locked in the cell of his affection like a bird in a cage, made to sing and chirp for his owner. His one, his only.
Cloud whimpered at the sudden sting of Sephiroth's tongue on his wounds, leaving a light mark of smeared red when he lifted his tongue away to lick his lips. He savored the flavor, anything to come from the body of Cloud tasted like the sweetest warm honey, addicting and sensual.
Each press of Sephiroth’s tongue and gnashing of his teeth was scalding hot against Cloud’s skin, and he melted into it. Sephiroth was devouring him like a starving predator would its prey, taking his sweet time tasting every bit of him to show just how grateful he was for his delicious feast.
Cloud continued to give in, and Sephiroth continued to relinquish. Their bodies melded together like molten glass, a desperate need for one another like light and shadow. One couldn't bear to exist without the other or dare ask to separate.
Sephiroth moved his head to the other side of Cloud’s neck and kept his mouth still, jaw locked and lips pursed around his jugular. Cloud moaned out as Sephiroth’s teeth relentlessly sank further and further into his flesh, agonizingly slow, elongating the moment as much as he could. He was savoring his meat. Sephiroth’s teeth began to break skin, drawing more blood, and Cloud shivered underneath him. Breath heavy, he reached up to thread his hand into Sephiroth’s long silky silver hair.
How he wished he could express it, how much he treasured this feeling. The softest and most delicate aspect of the living threat that was Sephiroth, freely fell through his fingers, all while he deeply marked Cloud’s neck with his inhumanly sharp teeth.
Cloud’s mind kept slipping further away the more Sephiroth took from him. He could feel the proximity of Sephiroth’s control. He could feel Sephiroth making both sides of his neck symmetrical with the wounds. Sephiroth moved like a cougar with clothes on, making sure his prey couldn’t move or break free of his grip. Everything felt dark around Cloud, there was nothing but him and Sephiroth, they were all alone.
Come closer.
He ached for more.
Closer.
Touch me. Touch me.
Get past my physical being, touch my heart, taste my soul, eat my mind.
Sephiroth’s bites were splitting open Cloud’s skin, the marks had begun to expose Cloud’s veins. Blood was rushing out of the open wounds, drenching Cloud’s body and filling Sephiroth’s mouth.
Lick me to the bone.
The Jenova cells in their bodies let Sephiroth get deeper inside Cloud’s mind, further than anyone else could. Cloud could feel Sephiroth waltzing in the meadow of his own thoughts, the twisted pleasure coming from his carnage rippling through his mind.
Separate the layers of my skin.
Sephiroth ripped a chunk of Cloud’s muscle out of its place, hanging out of his mouth.
Tear my muscles into threads.
Sephiroth dived in for more, tightening his fingers on Cloud’s waist and ripping more flesh off of Cloud’s neck.
Wrap my intestines around your tongue.
Feel me.
Sephiroth had cut Cloud’s clothes to ribbons with his claw-like hands, each sliver of peachy skin with a crease of raw wound. The tatters of his clothing were drenched red, sticky and heavy with a mix of Sephiroth and Cloud’s blood. Sephiroth wanted to turn Cloud into mince meat, to take him all for himself.
Cloud let his arms fall to his sides, hands letting go of Sephiroth’s hair as he moved down Cloud’s limp body. He ripped open the zipper of Cloud’s top with his teeth, tore the leather straps off him with his mouth, and licked at the cuts on his waist.
Sephiroth braced his hands on Cloud’s thighs, once again clawing at the cloth there like a cat tearing curtains. He tasted Cloud thoroughly, licking from his navel up to his pectorals. Sephiroth stopped to bite around Cloud’s nipple, sucking on the wounds he left and opening them with his tongue. The blood splattered around his mouth made Sephiroth look like a horror monster, a vampire with an unquenchable thirst, a starving werewolf, but best of all, he was beautiful. He looked so perfect in all his actions, so precise like he was handcrafted to tear Cloud apart.
Cloud reached upwards, resting his hand on Sephiroth’s cheek, rubbing the blood around with his thumb. Sephiroth's skin was unnaturally smooth, pale, and stone-cold to the touch. It felt like running his hands over a living marble statue, one that had haunting eyes and the precise movements of an apex predator. He was so perfect.
Sephiroth jerked his head upwards away from Cloud’s hand, shutting his eyes in satisfaction and his jaw dropping open and sighing. The angle let Cloud focus on the look of Sephiroth’s exposed, stretched neck, the sight of his eyelashes that were almost long enough to touch his brows, the crimson beads of blood dripping down his lips and off his chin, and those gorgeous teeth. Stained red and shining in the light of their surroundings.
So perfect. So pretty.
Cloud felt like time froze as he appreciated Sephiroth.
Sephiroth dove down again, and bit Cloud’s chest with the force of a lion, closing his teeth around the skin directly over his heart. Cloud watched Sephiroth rip the skin away, the blood gushing out of the veins and dripping off the sinew as they were stretched and pulled apart. The sight of his own flesh being ripped from his body didn’t matter to Cloud, he gave in to Sephiroth. He was only claiming him, devouring him like he wanted him to.
Sephiroth took a hand off of Cloud’s thigh, bringing it up to the freshly opened wound on his chest, digging into it like a rabbit diving into snow. He broke open the ribs covering his vulnerable beating heart, breaking them off as easily as he had captured Cloud. Sephiroth grabbed onto Cloud’s bloody waist again, and pushed his face into the tangle of now-exposed organs.
Sephiroth went right for Cloud’s heart, licking it and chewing it and taking his sweet time feeling all its cracks and veins and crevices with his tongue.
Delicate little thing.
He closed his jaw around it, biting down and making it bleed.
All mine.
Sephiroth jerked his head upwards, forcing Cloud’s heart to be ripped out of his body, blood gushing out and spewing all over both their bodies. It stopped beating between Sephiroth’s teeth, and he let out another accomplished sigh.
You belong to me.