The General just looks at me with that stoic look on his handsome face and quiet amusement buried deep within his eyes. No one else can see it, but after working with him for so many years, I know what to look for. He raises an eyebrow in inquiry, as if to say 'Having fun?' Oh yeah. Flirting's one of my favorite pastimes after all. As I was saying, I'm nibbling at my friend's neck when I overhear a certain conversation.
"When'd they let girls try out for SOLDIER?"
"Girl? Where?"
A girl, huh? Heh, that'll be fun for this bunch. SOLDIER is made up of all men, not a single woman among the lot of us. Not even in the regular troops. Hey, *I* know girls can fight, but just try convincing the top brass of that.
"There. See, the one with all that spiky blonde hair."
Blonde? I always was partial to blondes.
"Oh, I see. Wait a minute. That's no girl."
"Yeah it is!"
"No it's not, stupid. Look, your girl's got an adam's apple. And look at the elbows. There's a difference in the way they're jointed. Something to do with holding babies or some shit like that. With all those older sisters, I should know."
"Huh. You're right. That's a guy. Prettiest damn guy I've ever seen. Pretty enough to be a girl."
"Yeah. Maybe we should go introduce ourselves to the new pretty. We could show him the ropes around here."
"Yeah. In our rooms, eh?"
There's a definite leering tone in their voices. I have to see this pretty boy for myself. I move my head just enough to take a peek at the new recruits, moving my lips to my friend's ear, nibbling at that appendage for a while.
I search the new faces trying to find this 'new pretty'. Damn, they look young. Shinra's recruiting younger and younger nowadays for their program. I see a kid, about fourteen or fifteen standing a bit from the rest of the crowd. He has his back to me, so I can't see his face. He has blonde hair and damn if it isn't as spiky and unruly as my own black mane. Spikier even. Wish I could see his face. Cute butt. Then he turns around.
Now, I've seen my share of good-looking men. Hell, I work directly under most people's idea of a wet dream. I mean, the General is one of the most beautiful people that I've ever seen. His face and body are flawless - he's tall, not overly muscled, with emerald-green eyes, and a long ass mane of silver hair. Even with that hair though, you would never mistake the General for anything but a man. There's just something so masculine about him, despite his beauty.
But this kid.... This kid is *pretty*. He has a fine-boned delicate face; eyes a rare turquoise blue, sharp little nose, generous soft-looking lips, perfect complexion, and I mean perfect, not a blemish anywhere. I can understand how that first soldier had mistaken him for a girl. He's much too pretty for a boy. He has a sense of innocence and vulnerability about him that makes me feel *very* protective of him.
Which is odd, I've never felt protective of anyone but my ex-girlfriend before. Maybe that's it, he has that same aura of sensitivity as my ex. Okay, that could explain it. But whereas with my ex, it ended up that I felt more like a brother to her (one of the reasons we broke up, not even mentioning that I went and joined the Shinra army), with this kid, I feel instant lust. Instant. I want to jump his ass right then and there. Literally. Oh yeah, I can understand the two SOLDIERS' interest.
I hear a yelp and realize that I accidentally bit my friend's ear just a tad too hard. I apologize and go back to ogling the pretty boy. I wonder who he is. What his name is. How old he really is. I do have a few standards, after all. If he isn't of consenting age, I won't touch him, no matter how much I feel like kissing him so deep that I suck his tonsils out.
I hear the two SOLDIERS continue to make lewd suggestions and comments about the kid. I look around and see that the kid is getting attention from a lot of the SOLDIERS. This is bad. I have standards, but not everyone does. If he's given to a mentor that doesn't care about consenting age, much less consenting itself, the kid could be in a world of hurt. I know some SOLDIERS who are sick sadistic bastards. Even if they aren't, it's common practice around the barracks for mentors to seduce, if not flat out rape, their new charges. Well. I'll just have to see about mentoring the kid myself. I've never done it before, but it shouldn't be too hard. After all, how hard can it be?
* * * * *
*How hard can it be?* Was I asking myself that just a few weeks ago? It's pretty damn hard, let me tell you. Oh, getting him assigned to me was simple. It's ridiculously easy when you're second in command to the great General. A few, well made requests in the right ears - sort of in the line of nudging the General, pointing, and saying "I want to mentor that one with the spiky hair," - and it was done. Like I said, simple. That was the only simple thing, though.
First, there was the problem of where he would sleep. As a new recruit, he had two choices, the common barracks, or in the quarters of his mentoring officer. The barracks were out for this one. I probably mentioned this before, and probably will again, but the kid's *way* too pretty. And too nice. He'd be easy meat for any officer, or even some of the new recruits. That meant in my quarters.
Now, my quarters aren't too shabby. In fact, they're pretty nice. I have three rooms, one's a living room, where I entertain, one's my bedroom, where I sleep, and one's my practice room, where I practice. I think I'm the only one besides the General that gets his own practice room. I even have a private bathroom, with a tub no less. Rank does have its privileges I guess. I don't mind sharing a room I've done it before. Countless times. But I'm not sure yet of my control when I'm around this kid. Several times a day, hell, several times an *hour*, I find myself just wanting to jump him, tear his clothes off, and have my way with him. He probably isn't too safe sleeping within sight of me. So what did I do? I got a bunk bed installed in my room, gave him the top one, and spent the night staring at the bottom of his bed imagining him sleeping. I don't think I got a wink of sleep that night. Or many nights after that.
Second, is the kid himself. He's a nice enough kid. His name's Cloud. Cloud Strife. Interesting name, I must say. Like I said, he's a nice enough kid, but he has no social skills whatsoever. Getting him to open up is almost as bad as getting Sephiroth to talk. But then, I'm not Sephiroth's Second for nothing. If I can get the great General to talk to me, I can get some young, impressionable recruit to talk to me.
Over several conversations, I learned he had no father. Died before he was born. A mother, no sibs. That explains part of it. Apparently the mother's solution to her kid's loneliness was to constantly ask if he'd made a girlfriend yet. And that's the wrong way to deal with him. This kid is shy. He doesn't know how to start up conversations, or how to keep one going. Not that he doesn't have anything to say. He's quite intelligent, it's just that not many other kids had bothered to talk to him, and so he had no practice.
With some time and patience, I can cure him of that. I swear to myself that by the time I'm through with him he'll have a truckload of friends. Oh, and most important, he's fifteen. And a half. Another half of a year before he's of consenting age. Six months before I can even start to think about screwing his brains out. Never mind.
Next is the kid's obvious hero worship of the great General himself. Every time that Sephiroth drops by my quarters or we meet him in the corridors, which was pretty damn often considering that my quarters are right across the hall from his, the kid turns mute and clumsy. Not a good way to make a good impression.
Ordinarily, that isn't a problem, considering that most people get that way around him, but since I'm mentoring the kid, that means that he's being mentored by Sephiroth as well. The kid has to get used to the sight of, and the casual interactions with, the General. I can't be there holding his hand forever. No matter how much I want to. Or any other part of his anatomy for that matter. Again, never mind. I'll give the kid a few months to see how he handles it.
* * * * * *
I must say, the kid is a joy to teach. I never realized how much fun it is to teach someone. He's picking up sword work, hand-to-hand, and battle tactics like a sponge. When I'm working with him, I can tell he's way beyond the abilities of the rest of the recruits. Only when I'm working with him alone, though.
Somehow, whenever it's more than just the two of us, the kid turns stupid. Not just stupid, but incredibly stupid. I can't figure it out. I mean, he's a natural. He's picked up sword work and hand-to-hand like it's second nature. He started sparring with me, lightly, after only a few weeks! Now, after a few months, I'm able to spar with him at practically full strength and speed. When the kid's fully trained, he'll be a menace. If he can just get past that weird habit of forgetting everything he knows when he's around people he doesn't know, that is.
It's so damn frustrating. As his mentor, I'm supposed to help him overcome that problem. How in the name of all that's Holy am I supposed to do that?
I feel a nudge in the ribs and look up at my friend Jamie, who's been waving his hand in front of my face. I must've been spacing. I grin and ask him to repeat what he said.
"I asked what was so interesting. You've been sitting there, staring out into nowhere for the past few minutes. What's got you so preoccupied?"
My grin turns lopsided. What has me preoccupied? A certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy is what has me preoccupied. Jamie must've read something from my expression 'cause he nudges the others around him.
"I think Zack's in love, again. I wonder who it is? You guys have a clue?"
I throw what's left of my bread roll at his face, but it's too late. The others at the table are already heckling me.
"So who is it?"
"Do we know him?"
"What's he look like?"
"How far'd you get with him?"
"He any good?"
"You gonna introduce him anytime?"
If it's one thing I've learned, it's that my idiot friends will lay off if I just ignore them. They have the attention span of cats, I swear. I lean back in my chair and shake my head in mock exasperation.
"Just because I'm quiet, does that have to mean I'm in love?"
The others look at me, look at each other, and look at me again.
"YES!"
I laugh, "Shows how much you idiots know."
Jamie takes the roll I threw at him and throws it back at me.
"So if you're not in love, then what is it? You've been spacin' out a lot, lately."
Catching the roll, I turn around in my seat to try and sink it in the trashbin nearest to us. I'm startled into immobility as I catch Cloud watching me from a table, surrounded by other recruits. He's got the strangest expression on his face. I give myself a mental shake and lob the hunk of bread at the 'bin. Swoosh. Yes, I still have it. Undefeated champeen of trash shooting. We grin at each other for a while before I turn back to my table. Oh well, I'll figure out what to do with Cloud later, right now, I want to finish lunch.
* * * * * *
"Hey Cloud. Ready for another lesson?"
The kid looks up from the book of tactics I gave him to study. I almost lose it, again, when he turns those big blue eyes at me. I give myself a mental shake. I really have to learn how to control my reactions to him. He smiles at me, his entire face lighting up. Damn. I have to catch my breath. Double damn. He starts to get up and I wave him back down before clearing my throat to speak.
"Look Cloud, we gotta talk."
He looks at me with a slightly wary look on his face. "About what?"
"I think you know."
His head lowers in shame. At the group practice today, he almost had his head lopped off by a careless recruit.
"What happened today?" I cross my arms and lean a hip against the table. He raises his eyes for a moment before letting them fall again as he mumbles something. I can't catch most of it, something about not watching where he was supposed to. I frown.
"What was that, I didn't catch it."
"I got distracted."
"By what?"
The kid blushes and I blink. Why the hell is he blushing? I repeat my question.
"By what?"
"Nothing." He's mumbling again.
"Bullshit." I grab a chair, turn it around and straddle it, resting my chin on the backrest. It looks like he's blushing even harder.
"What's going on with you? I know you're better than that. The maneuver that recruit pulled on you was so basic, you should've been able to avoid it in your sleep. I kinda like your head where it is, you know. Attached to the rest of your body. So what happened?"
Cloud looks up at me with a defiant look in his eyes and voice. "I got distracted."
I sigh. Okay, new tactic. "Alright, if you don't want to tell me, fine. Then answer me this. Why the hell are you going out of your way to be stupid around the rest of the recruits?"
This time his eyes are filled with surprise. Damn, but his eyes are expressive. Already a beautiful deep turquoise, when he gets the Mako treatments, his eyes will be incredible. All right Zack, back to the subject.
"I-I don't know what you m-mean." He's starting to stutter from nervousness. Hah. I must be on the right track.
"I mean, why do you act like a clumsy idiot around the other recruits? What's your reason? What're you afraid of? And don't tell me it's no act. I know for a fact that you're *good* at swordwork and hand-to-hand, considering I've been teaching you, and I saw that incident in the cafeteria."
The kid's eyes widen. That had been one helluva sight. I'd just walked into the cafeteria to get a bite to eat when I saw him. He'd been walking toward a table along with another kid, one even younger and slighter than him. This kid really was clumsy, and was getting a lot of flack from the other recruits. Figures that the only other friend Cloud has made is also on the fringe of the recruits.
Anyway, it looked like a bigger kid had tried to trip him. Had tripped him in fact. Unfortunately, the knife on his tray had flown straight at his friend. Somehow he'd managed to not only hold on to his tray, without losing anything else, he'd snatched that knife out of the air before it hit his friend. That was a great exercise of agility, coordination, and thought. *That* is what I'm used to seeing, and what Cloud evidently doesn't want anyone else to see. And it's driving me nutty!
I fix him with my best Mako-induced glare. Once a SOLDIER gets the Mako treatments, he can control the intensity of the Mako glow. It's all a matter of concentration. I can do it better than anyone but the General himself. Being at the receiving end of a glare through eyes that are Mako-induced is pretty nerve-wracking. The Mako glow tends to add an extra. . . *oomph* to your glare.
I know it won't take long for the kid to break down. I'm right, he looks away and blushes. Whoo boy. That blush certainly does things for his complexion. Argh, keep your mind on the subject Zack. What is it about this kid that I *always* get this distracted? Remember the six months, Zack, the six months. I'm so busy reining in my hormones that I almost miss his reply.
"I get nervous."
Nervous? I have to ask. "Why? About what?"
The kid looks at me again, chewing on his lip as he tries to find the words to explain. My eyes are drawn to the sight of his lips between his pearly teeth. I almost forget to breathe when I see him lick his lips for moisture. Dammit Zack, keep your mind on the fuckin' subject!
"When I was growing up in Nibelheim, I...I didn't have very many friends. I was always left out of...of everything. I wanted to be part of the other kids' groups so much. There was...there was this girl. Tifa." His eyes glance at me, before he looks away again. What's that about?
His voice turns wistful. "Tifa. She's beautiful, Zack. She's about my age, with big brown eyes and long brown hair. She's always sorta been the leader of all the kids at Nibelheim. You should've seen her Zack, she was always leading the kids into these adventures. I...I think I've been in love with her all of my life. I can't remember a single moment of my life in Nibelheim when I wasn't in love with her."
It's a good thing he isn't looking at me right now, cause I feel like I've just been kicked in the gut, and I probably look that way, too. It never occurred to me to even *think* that he could have a sweetheart at home. From our conversations and interactions, I always assumed that he was a loner. I've only known the kid for a few months, but it feels as if my heart is breaking. As I watch his eyes get vague and soft with the memories, I realize something. I've gone and done something incredibly stupid.
Me, the guy who flirts with anything on two legs. The one who has casual affairs up the whazoo. The one that's usually chasing whatever tail is available. Me, the guy who's recently only had eyes for a certain frail-looking, spiky-haired blonde, blue-eyed boy.
I've gone and fallen in love with the kid. No, I've fallen in love with Cloud. With his quiet presence. The way that he always gives you his complete attention. With his beautiful turquoise eyes. The way they light up every time I teach him something new, or the way they darken to almost green whenever he's either in the grip of a strong emotion or deep in thought. The way they were now. The easy way that his body moves when he's exercising. The way his nose crinkles slightly whenever he smiles. Even with that spiky mess he calls his hair.
I have to close my own eyes for a moment because of the pain I feel. Shit. By the time I open my eyes again, I trust my face not to show the pain in my heart. Luckily for me, Cloud's still in a world of his own.
"I probably wasn't the only boy in love with her. I did everything and anything to try and get her attention, to have her notice me."
Cloud is leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The sight of his bared neck is one of the most sensual sights I've ever seen. And he's untouchable. There's no way I'd ever put myself between Cloud and his love. I can almost see where part of this story is going. He probably did something incredibly brave in her eyes, and they became the ideal young lovers. Then to make a name for himself, Cloud left home and joined Shinra to try and become a SOLDIER. I feel my lips twist into a parody of a grin. It's all just so damn sweet. I want to kill something.
Cloud's voice gains a note of pain. "She never did, though. In fact, one day, I was fighting with this kid, he'd been bullying one of the younger ones. Then Tifa showed up. Up to that point, I'd been winning. He was older and bigger'n me, so I felt kinda good. But then when she got there, I-" He stops and hangs his head. "I got so distracted by her that the other kid was able to beat me up pretty good. Then he told her that *I'd* been the one bullying the others and she believed him. She *believed* him. She stood there, looking at me with such contempt in her eyes.... I-I couldn't even tell her that she was wrong, that it hadn't been me. I just turned and walked away."
I blink. Okay, that was interesting. So they didn't get together. I try to suppress the spark of joy I feeel bursting in my heart. That still doesn't really tell me anything of why he gets stupid! My expression must've tipped Cloud off that I don't get it, cause he started talking again. He gets up to pace.
"Zack, I don't know, whenever I'm around other people now, I get nervous. I keep thinking of what I'll do wrong, and then I do it. I get so afraid of screwing up, that I think I actually make myself screw up so I don't have to deal with the fear."
I can see he's getting agitated. That explains part of it, but not all. I break into his rant.
"Hey. Cloud. But what about when you're with me? You're always at the top of your game when we're alone. The only mistakes you make are the ones that any beginner would make. And that still doesn't explain what happened in the cafeteria that day. That was one mean trick you pulled. Hell, I don't know if I could've done the same thing." Of course, I could have, but it doesn't hurt to stroke the kid's ego a bit. Chocobos and seeds and all that.
Cloud stops pacing and turns his back to me, leaning his head against the frame of the bed.
"When I'm with you?"
This is said in a whisper. In fact, if I wasn't listening so hard for a response, I would've missed it altogether, it's so low. I hear several things in that phrase. I sternly tell my jumping heart to settle down, and quickly pound out a certain rising hope.
"When I'm with you." Cloud repeats, turning his head so that he cand look at me over his shoulder. His eyes, and voice, are very steady now. Filled with confidence and wonder.
He turns completely around. "When I'm with you, I'm completely at ease. I know I don't have to prove anything, and I know that you don't want me to prove anything."
He starts to walk towards me.
"When I'm with you, all my insecurities and hangups disappear. Whether I'm good enough for them, whoever 'them' happens to be. Whether I can make friends. Whether anyone wants to be my friend."
He stops right in front of me, forcing me to look up at him. I notice an intensity in his eyes. My own eyes widen. His voice drops to a whisper. My heart starts to pound.
"Whether anyone will ever love me."
He drops down to one knee. Now I'm looking down at his eyes and I'm caught in their glow. His gaze is pretty strong, even without the Mako treatments. "When I'm with you, I feel...free."
I think I'm in trouble.
"When I'm with you, I see myself through your eyes."
I know I'm in trouble. I start to shake. I feel as if I my head will explode, my heart is pounding so hard.
"In your eyes, I am good enough. In your eyes, I am a friend. In your eyes, I see someone worthy of love."
I swallow. I hold myself in rigid control, 'cause otherwise, Cloud would be on the floor right then, with me doing unimaginable things to his delectable body. My hands are gripping the back of my chair so hard, that I'm afraid the wood will splinter. But I don't dare let go. Otherwise.... Otherwis....
I have to close my eyes at the force of his gaze.
"When I'm with you, I know."
I feel his hands cover mine, and they convulse. I know I hear a crack from the wood. There is a pause, then I feel him squeeze my hands, and I can't breathe.
"When I'm with you...I know I love you."
My eyes fly open. I did not just hear what I think I heard. Before I can open my mouth to say something, anything, he leans in and kisses me.
My brain must've short-circuited there for a while, because the next thing I know, I have his his face between my hands, and I'm practically devouring his mouth. My tongue is deep inside, dancing with his own, tasting everything. By the Ancients, this is better than any dream or fantasy I've ever had. I'm kissing him. I'm *kissing* Cloud. So deeply that I think I can taste his soul. Finally, after an eternity of bliss, I have to break away. I have to get control of myself and just *breathe*.
I rest my forehead on his and catch my breath. Slowly, as my breathing and heartbeat slows, and rational thought comes creeping back into my head, I notice a few things. Cloud is on his back. I'm sprawled on top of him. I'm sporting the mother of all hard-ons - I'm so damn aroused, it hurts - and last, but oh, definitely not least, I feel a similar hardness against my stomach.
Cloud's fingers brush away my hair from my face. For the longest time, I just gaze into his eyes. They've turned an incredible deep turquoise, almost green, in fact. I feel like I'm drowning. I open my mouth, but I can't think of anything to say so I close it. I try again, but still nothing comes to mind. Now his eyes are filling with amusement.
My own eyes travel to his lips. They are curved up in a grin, and have that delicious bruised look that comes from being thoroughly kissed. They look delectable. A temptation stronger than I can resist.
I lean down to kiss them again. This time, I take my time, savoring each sensation. I brush my lips against his, barely touching. I've wanted to do this for so long, that I can't decide what to do next. His lips are slightly parted, so I start to nibble on his lower lip. I feel his breath against my cheek as he sighs. I settle my lips more firmly on his, letting my tongue nudge his mouth even wider. I groan as I feel his tongue against my own, twining, caressing.
It's a while before I pull away. Cloud makes a small noise of protest in the back of his throat and tries to pull me back into the kiss. I lift my head and run my thumb across his lips, making him smile. I sigh and roll off him, onto my back. The kid doesn't know how close he was to being ravished right here on the floor.
I turn my head so that I can see him. Cloud is watching me with his head resting on his arm. He gives me a grin. It's so infectious that I have to grin back at him. He lifts his free hand to start caressing my face with his fingertips. When his fingers brush by my lips, I can't help but capture one of them with my mouth. His eyes widen as I start to nibble on it.
"That was my first kiss."
My own eyes widen, but he continues, "I'd been wondering what I'd have to do to get you to kiss me. I've been kinda obsessing about it for a while now."
Cloud rolls so that he is on top of me. He props his elbows on my chest while resting his head on his arms. He looks so adorable that I ignore the slight pain. He looks down at me and quirks an eyebrow.
"So why haven't you kissed me before this? You seem ready to kiss everyone else." I have to grin as he starts to sound pretty exasperated. It's true, usually I do go around getting whatever kisses I can. I can't resist but to try and tease him a bit.
"Why? You jealous?" I am surprised at his reaction. He slams his hands to either side of my head and leans in, so I can see the confusion in his eyes. He responds in a quiet, serious whisper.
"Hell yeah, I'm jealous. You have no idea. Ever since I came here, you treated me like a friend. A *friend*. I've never had a true friend before. You have no idea how much that meant to me. Then as time went by, I started to notice that you were very, very good-looking. I couldn't stop sneaking peeks at you. Hanging around the other recruits, I heard things. The kinda stuff that their mentors were doing to them. With them."
He leans closer, his eyes filled with hurt, and it pierces me to the heart. I had no idea. No idea that he could have had the same feelings as me. If I'd known.... Hell, if I'd known I don't know what I would've done. Cloud starts talking again as he plants feather-light kisses along my jaw.
"I started wondering if there was something wrong with me. If you thought I wasn't attractive enough."
I open my mouth to protest *that* misconception. Cloud? Not attractive? Ha! That's like saying the General is plain. Ha!
I whisper in his ear, "Now you're just fishing for compliments. Do you have any idea how much my self-control has increased since I met you? You, my pretty, are almost more than a man can bear." I feel Cloud startle as I cup his ass - such a cute little ass - in my hands.
Cloud rears back enough so he can look me in the eye. "So why?"
I slide my hands down the back of his thighs and pull his legs apart until he's straddling me. I bite back a moan as he settles even more firmly against my arousal. There's no question how he's affecting me. Or how it's affecting him, for that matter.
"Why? Because I have this policy about not starting anything with anyone that's under age." I grin at him and move my hands back to his rear, "No matter how cute their butt is."
Cloud blinks at me and completely ignores that last comment. "What's underage? I'm almost sixteen. Back in Nibelheim, I'm old enough to consider marriage for Holy's sake." He grins back and totally floors me with his next question, "So you like my butt?"
He wriggles said butt in my hands, and we both gasp when his movement grinds our cocks together. This is really getting painful now. If we don't stop soon, I'll never be able to stop this and Cloud will find himself flat on his back with his legs in the air… or maybe on his hands and knees and that sweet ass of his- I stop that image right then and there. I don't need any more ideas.
Cloud must've seen something on my face because he stops teasing me. With a sigh that sounds suspiciously like regret, he gets up and offers me a hand. I look at his hand for a moment before taking it and allowing him to haul me up. Without letting go of my hand, he leads me to sit on the bed and then sits down next to me. He starts playing with my hand, tracing the lines and scars on it. Cloud looks up at me through his lashes and my mouth goes dry. For someone who's never kissed before, he's got the seductive look down.
"My age really bothers you, huh?" he asks.
I can't manage an answer that won't make me sound like an idiot so I just nod. Cloud's eyes look down at my hand he's got clasped between his own and then shyly looks up again. Damn. If I thought Seductive Cloud was hot, Shy Cloud makes my mouth water.
"My birthday's in less than a month. I'll be sixteen then. If you want, I guess I could wait until then." My brow furrows as I think a moment. I blink. By the Ancients, he's right. It has been almost half a year since he first came to Shinra. I've been obsessing on his age for so long, I forgot that he would get older.
Cloud grins at the stupid look I must be wearing. I can't believe that I'd forgotten such a simple fact.
"In the meantime, couldn't we...." Cloud leans closer and brushes his lips on mine, "Kiss each other at least? Touch each other?" I feel his fingers, feather-light on my cheek.
"I don't think I could live a few more weeks without touching you." He breathes into my ear. I shiver as his tongue flicks out to trace my ear. I let my eyes close as I smile. Seductive Cloud's back, I see. I gather him close in my arms as I lean back onto the bed, cuddling.
"Oh, I think we could do that, at least." I manage before I turn my head to capture his lips again. I don't think I'm going to ever get enough of kissing him. My Cloud. My love.
I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel one of his hands brush down my body. I grin at a thought. I may have qualms about jumping his ass right at the moment, but there are other ways of gaining pleasure. I twist and roll a bit until he's lying completely beneath me. In a matter of seconds I have our shirts off.
I smile into his wide eyes before I bend my head to take one of his strawberry pink nipples in my mouth. Cloud lets out a startled gasp and his fingers tangle in my hair, his back arching off the bed. I lick and nibble on his soft flesh until it's hard as a pebble. As I lick my way across his chest to the other tantalizing bud, I flex my hips, brushing our erections together. Cloud groans deep in his throat, his breath becoming ragged as I continue to suck on his nipple until it is as hard as the first.
I move up to kiss his mouth, thrusting my tongue deep in the same slow rhythm as my hips. My pace quickens when his hips move to match my own. Oh Ancients, the ecstasy is exquisite. I never knew dry sex could be so *good*. Cloud writhes beneath me, his hands dancing restlessly against my back, moving down to cup my ass. I break the kiss and grit my teeth at the tightening pleasure that is centered at my groin. Cloud cries out with every thrust of our hips, his head thrown back, baring the line of his throat for my mouth.
I feel his body start to tighten in that moment right before release, and suddenly it isn't enough. I need to feel him, to touch his naked skin all over and have him in my mouth. I smile as I hear Cloud give a cry of disappointment when I stop grinding our hips together. In a flash I've scooted down on the bed and have our pants and underwear stripped off. As I wait for both of our blood to cool a little, I gaze at the body that is bared before me.
He's breathtaking. His eyes are dark, blue-green pools of desire, heavy-lidded and languorous. His mouth is open as he gasps for breath, his hands tangled in the blankets on my bed. His body is perfect. He's built like Sephiroth, lithe and lean, more like a dancer than a fighter. My own build is a bit heavier than theirs, with wider shoulders and more mass. My eyes fix on his jutting cock nestled in pubic hair so light and fine it looks like he has none. I lick my lips. Fuck me, he's lovely. Just lovely.
I smile into his confused eyes and move back up.
"Why'd you st-" I swallow his question with my mouth, kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring every part of his mouth, before letting my mouth move down the body that had been tantalizingly out of reach for so long. He lets out a laugh as my fingers tickle his ribs. When my tongue swirls into the crevice of his navel, the laugh turns into a moan. I feel Cloud have a moment's hesitation when my hands rest on his knees, but then he spreads them of his own accord and I settle between his thighs. Kissing the insides of his thighs, I slowly move towards his straining erection.
I nuzzle his balls before taking them in my mouth, licking and sucking on them gently. Cloud throws his head back and cries out when I quickly let my tongue run up his length and swirl on his tip for a moment, lapping up the liquid already leaking out. Finally, I can't wait anymore myself, and take him deep into my mouth, working my tongue and throat against his rigid shaft. My fingers find and start to caress the tight opening of his ass, knowing from experience how sensitive that area can be when aroused.
The combined assault of my mouth on his penis and my fingers at his ass is enough to send Cloud over the edge. Cloud's entire body arches off the bed, a loud scream escaping his throat. I swallow, the hot streams of Cloud's release pulsing down my throat. I continue to keep him in my mouth until I'm sure that he's stopped, before rising up so that I can kiss him again and let him taste himself in my mouth. Cloud wrinkles his nose at the slightly bitter taste and I smile.
I pull back and see Cloud's eyes flutter open. They're slowly lightening from the almost green back to their rich bright turquoise blue, his body in a boneless sprawl after the intensity of his release. I grin at the awe that's shining from those eyes and laugh outright at his words.
"Ancients, that was...that was incredible! I thought you wanted to wait until my birthday though?"
I plant light kisses all over his face as I answer, "What I *really* want to do is turn you on your stomach and push myself into that sweet little ass of yours until you scream in pleasure. *That* is what we're going to wait a few weeks for. Until then, this- " I pause to give him a kiss that leaves us both breathless, "will have to satisfy me."
I ignore my own still rock hard cock, I can take care of it later. No need to scare the poor kid, after all. I startle when I feel Cloud's hands wrap themselves around my length. I look at him in surprise.
He grins, his hands starting to stroke me in a slow rhythm that's already driving me crazy. Against the heat of my arousal, his warm hands feel cool to the touch, and that difference in temperature adds to the sensations.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I manage to strangle out. It's getting harder to keep a coherent thought, bright bursts of light and sensation exploding within my head. With every few strokes, he's using his thumb to circle the slick head of my dick, pushing the pad of his thumb gently into the tiny opening at the tip of it. It's my turn to writhe on the bed, groaning load enough that I'm surprised people aren't pounding on our walls to and yelling at us to keep quiet. It's happened before.
"Satisfying you. It only seems fair after that great effort you went through for me, that I pay you back a bit of it." His breath ghosts against my chest and I wonder what he'll do next. My question is answered when I feel wet heat on one of my nipples. I throw my head back against the bed and feel my body lift, my hands tangling in his hair to keep him doing what he's doing with his tongue.
Holy Alexander, he's a fast learner! But I know that already. One of his hands leaves my cock to settle on my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and pinching lightly. It's too much. The feel of Cloud's hands on me, his mouth suckling like a babe - it's too much. The muscles in my entire body lock up as a shout escapes my throat. My body freezes in release for several agonizing moments as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my body. Finally I fall back on the bed, completely spent.
Any movement seems like too much effort right now, but I manage to wrap my arms around my slight lover, pulling him to me tightly, reveling in the lazy aftermath of passion.
"Yours tastes better than mine does." I glance down at Cloud at that odd comment and catch him licking his fingers. The sight is so artless, and yet so sensual that I feel my groin answering. Cloud's eyes widens before he gives an impudent grin.
"Hey, I thought it was the guys my age who had the never-ending libido?"
I laugh and push him off the bed, now that I feel like I can move without expiring on the spot. I get up and follow him into the bathroom. It may be a few weeks until that final pleasure of being buried deep within his body, but until then, I can think of many, many ways to keep occupied. I watch the play of muscles in his back and rear before he turns his head to throw me another grin. Oh yes, there are many, many ways to keep us occupied, and I've always been told that creativity is one of my strongest points.
End Chapter 1
The first time I see him is when a couple of other SOLDIERS point him out of the new batch of recruits. I've been flirting with a friend, nibbling at his neck, actually, just to see if I can get a rile out of the great General. So far, it hasn't been working, but I've been having fun nibbling and copping a few feels. Hey, my friend's cute, and he seems to be enjoying it.