Cupcake

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Cloud stood in the center of the living area, his arms wrapped around his thin chest as he shivered miserably. The room, unfamiliar and strangely sterile, was imposing enough, but Cloud knew who resided within it and what his presence implied, which increased his nervousness exponentially.

Zacks had laughingly retrieved Cloud from the mess hall earlier that evening, tucking the blond recruit under his arm as he all but dragged him through the stark hallways. Cloud, no less awed than the other cadets by the brash SOLDIER, had offered little resistance, his shock only giving way to nervousness as Zacks led him through a door and into the room he now occupied.

Cloud's anxiety had moved a step closer to full-blown panic when Zacks had cheerfully told him to strip. There had been a moment's hesitation before Cloud had complied, reflexive obedience to an order guiding his movements more than conscious thought. As he shed the stiff uniform, Zacks flopped on the couch as though it were his own and explained his strange request: the General was celebrating his birthday whether he knew it or not, and Cloud was his present. Cloud had stopped at that, his jacket hanging open as he stared open-mouthed at Zacks, unable to hear anything else for a moment as the sound of the blood rushing through his ears drowned out the world. It wasn't until Zacks rose again to hasten his undressing that Cloud thought to question it.

Cloud hadn't known that he was just the type that Sephiroth had an eye for: slight, young, with a delicate, pastel sort of prettiness. He'd learned that - and more - as Zacks blithely chattered on, his shock growing to levels he'd never thought possible even as his clothes were shed, until suddenly he was standing naked before Zacks.

It had done nothing for his state of mind when Zacks withdrew a scrap of shiny pink fabric from his pocket like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. He all but pounced on Cloud; the stunned cadet was no match for him, and, in no time, Cloud found himself clad in what appeared to be a pair of frilly, pink panties.

His hands automatically moved to cover himself as though their slender digits could obliterate the pink gleam. The lace lining the leg holes tickled his skin and he plucked with rising hysteria at the bows tied neatly below the elastic of the waist until Zacks playfully smacked his hands away, chiding him to not unwrap Sephiroth's present before the General himself could. Winking lasciviously, he'd collected Cloud's discarded uniform and left him then with an admonishment to stay put.

Cloud hadn't been able to move. He'd had no sense of time passing until the door slid open, revealing a figure clad in form-fitting black that made Cloud's stomach plummet to his toes, where it squirmed sickeningly.

Sephiroth paused in the doorway, his last words to Zacks dying on his lips. The dark-haired SOLDIER was already disappearing around a corner, muffled snickers trailing in his wake, leaving Sephiroth eyeing what Zacks had labeled as his birthday present - who looked as though he was considering depositing what was left of his supper on Sephiroth's floor. Resisting the urge to sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose - he was used to Zacks's sometimes questionable sense of humor and propriety, but to involve a hapless cadet? - Sephiroth entered the room, stripping off his overcoat as the door clicked shut behind him.

"Sit down, cadet," he said, frowning slightly as the words came out rather more imperiously than he'd intended; tact had never been his strong point, which was why he valued Zacks as much as he did despite his sometimes questionable choices. Sighing after all, he hung his coat neatly and crossed to sit on the end of the couch farthest from the cadet, the easier to unbuckle his heavy boots. He'd freed his right foot before he glanced at the cadet again, one pale eyebrow lifting slightly when he realized that the cadet was still standing as he'd been when Sephiroth had arrived. "What is your name, cadet?"

"Cloud."

The name was barely a murmur of sound, cracking to little more than a whisper at the end, and Sephiroth resisted the urge to sigh again; he was a supporter of the respect due to his rank, but the awe - if not outright fear - with which all but a select few regarded him grated on his nerves now and then. Struggling to gentle his customarily implacable expression, he abandoned his efforts to remove his other boot and instead patted the cushion next to him, command evident in the motion despite his care. "Sit down, Cloud."

As the cadet moved to sit, Sephiroth allowed himself a brief moment of admiration; Zacks, for all his tomfoolery, knew Sephiroth's preferences as well as he knew his own, and Cloud was a confection rarely found in the harsh world of ShinRa's army. The unruly spikes of his blond hair served only to accentuate the slenderness of his neck as he bent his head, while the panties - Zacks's idea entirely, Sephiroth was sure - brought roses to his fair skin. His eyes, when they flicked nervously Sephiroth's way, were revealed to be a rich blue, and tension, admiration, awe, and fear warred naked in their depths. That gaze was brief, barely a heartbeat of contact, but, within it, Sephiroth found his irritation over Zacks's meddling slipping away, leaving instead a steadily growing intrigue in its place.

Damn the man.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Cloud." He let a hint of irritation creep into his voice, his own Mako-bright eyes studying Cloud's reaction; he was pleasantly surprised to find that, rather than tensing further, Cloud seemed to relax at the tone, some of the stiffness in his posture ebbing away. "Zacks occasionally thinks too highly of himself and his ideas," he continued mildly, bending to shed his left boot and setting it neatly to a side with its mate. "I would hope that he took your opinion on this into account, but I am rather certain that he worked on his assumptions."

Cloud shook his head, a motion Sephiroth caught from the corner of his eye. "Yes, sir," he said politely, his voice still quiet, but steady now. His hands, though, clasped between his bare thighs, revealed his lingering apprehension as they squeezed each other in a slow rhythm, the knuckles whitening with each slow clench as Sephiroth watched.

"Sir?" Cloud asked, and Sephiroth realized that he'd been staring, fascinated by the physiology of the young blonde's hands. Frowning again, he rose, shaking his head in a practiced movement to settle the hair that threatened to creep over his shoulders.

"I can hardly send you back to your barracks dressed as a cupcake," Sephiroth mused, turning to study the cadet who was belatedly scrambling to his feet. "I suppose that your uniform went with Zacks." He frowned, gaze running the length of Cloud's body. The boy was at least a head and a half shorter than him; he couldn't even stuff him into one of his dress uniforms and send him off. "You'll have to stay here until I find something else for you to wear."

Cloud lowered his head, biting his lower lip to cease its nervous trembling. "I'm sorry to be a bother, sir," he all but whispered, a mouse's voice made further inaudible by the fact that it was addressed to his toes.

Sephiroth's fingers had found the bridge of his nose before he'd even recognized the urge, pinching sharply to stave off the ache he could feel growing behind his eyes. "I'm going to kill him," he muttered, closing his eyes against the situation he'd been saddled with. It only increased the ache, though, to find that his annoyance with Zacks was generously leavened by desire to unwrap his erstwhile present and discover if its frosting was as sweet as it looked. Damn Zacks anyway; the man had to know exactly how Cloud's sweet, biddable appeal would batter down even Sephiroth's legendary control.

Why was he resisting, anyway?

Slowly, Sephiroth stripped off first one glove, then the other, letting them fall to the floor to be picked up later or not. His naked fingers, still warm from their confinement, pressed beneath Cloud's chin, urging it up until startled blue eyes flew to meet his own. They were almost painfully wide, innocent in ways that Sephiroth thought his own had never been, and remained open even as Sephiroth's face moved too close to focus on.

Sweet. Stiff, but sweet, and the former was certainly something that could be easily remedied. Deliberately, Sephiroth showed Cloud how to use his mouth until it softened beautifully, resisting lips becoming pliant under the shift of Sephiroth's own. Obvious inexperience was compensated for by growing eagerness as Cloud's mouth hesitantly mimicked the movements of Sephiroth's. His clumsiness only served to heighten Sephiroth's growing arousal, far more quickly than any of his partners in recent memory had managed. His tongue flickered over the swell of Cloud's lower lip before he pulled away, unable to keep from smirking faintly at Cloud's start of surprise at the moist touch.

The boy was breathing heavily, eyes vague and cheeks flushed to a lovely rose that nearly matched the fabric swathing his hips. He stared blankly at Sephiroth as his fingers rose to brush over his lips, only to gasp at the touch of the digits to over-stimulated flesh. "I always thought," he began, then cut himself off as he blushed anew, his eyes dropping to the questionable safety of Sephiroth's chest.

After a moment's silence, Sephiroth arched an eyebrow, his fingers lifting Cloud's chin again until arousal-fogged eyes guiltily met his own. "Yes, cadet?"

"I always thought that Tifa would be my first."

Ah, that would explain the blush. Irrationally, Sephiroth found himself scorning the girl - a hometown sweetheart, no doubt - who had obviously failed to see the appeal in the boy before him. "Tifa is not here now," he said, perhaps a bit too sharply as he watched Cloud's flush bleed away into a fearful pallor. Damn. "Am I not an acceptable substitute?" He asked it with a trace of irony, stepping back as his arms spread, as if to invite the adulation of the world unto his form.

"No, sir," Cloud said meekly, only to inhale sharply when he'd realized what he'd said. "I mean, yes, sir!" His voice cracked guiltily and a cold sweat broke out over his skin as Sephiroth's eyebrow lifted again. "I mean, anyone would be honored by you, sir! I am honored by you, sir!"

Sephiroth's arms lowered. "But you do not love me." He laughed not quite gently, and reached for Cloud's arm to jerk him against Sephiroth's taller body. "I don't require your love."

Devoured again, Cloud could only cling to Sephiroth's arms as skillful lips ate at his own. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he opened his mouth to the demanding press of Sephiroth's tongue, able to do no more than receive Sephiroth's passion as the General claimed all of him. His own arousal roiled low in his belly, leaving him feeling uncomfortably warm and vaguely nauseated. He felt overflowed with the new sensations, his head spinning sickeningly as he began to struggle weakly within Sephiroth's grasp, muted whimpers vibrating against Sephiroth's invading tongue.

Sephiroth released him so suddenly that he nearly fell, staggering until his legs hit the sofa and he went down in an awkward heap on it. His breathing echoed in his ears, as harsh as though he'd just run a disciplinary lap around the plate, and his recalcitrant body obeyed only well enough for him to gaze stupidly up at Sephiroth as the tall man shed the leather straps crossing his chest, leaving them to join his gloves on the floor.

"So sweet," Sephiroth soothed, stroking a finger over Cloud's cheek despite the blonde's flinch. He repeated it again, then again, until finally Cloud had relaxed enough to tilt his head into the light caress, his breathing easier through his parted lips. Smiling faintly to himself, Sephiroth sat next to the cadet, waiting only a moment before pulling him into his lap, his legs falling outside of Sephiroth's as his nylon-clad butt settled firmly against the growing bulge between Sephiroth's legs.

"Sir," Cloud began uncertainly, tensing as though to pull away, only to be silenced by the press of one long finger to his lips.

"No more talking, cadet." For all of its softness, there was no mistaking the command in Sephiroth's tone. Without waiting for acknowledgement, his finger slid from Cloud's mouth to instead flick against an earlobe, curling sinuously around it before trailing down the line of Cloud's throat. He felt the convulsive jump of Cloud's Adam's apple as his fingers glided over it, and smirked as he lowered his mouth to nibble delicately on one fair shoulder.

Cloud's soft moan was a welcome surprise, even more so when his head canted to one side, the better to expose his shoulder to Sephiroth's mouth. A long lick over the muscle sent a shudder through his body, but the best came when Sephiroth's mouth closed over it, his teeth pressing hard enough to bruise; Cloud shouted helplessly, arching hard away from Sephiroth's body but serving only to grind himself against Sephiroth's swollen cock.

Hissing at the press of Cloud's body, Sephiroth gave up any thought of foreplay; Cloud was too new, too raw, to last through much more. Sephiroth's hand cupped between Cloud's legs, stroking his palm against nylon dampened by Cloud's arousal. The fabric did nothing to hide Cloud's state, clinging to his erect shaft like a second skin, marked to a deeper rose at the tip where the liquid that presaged the end of it all seeped.

If any shock still lingered, any hesitation, Cloud gave no sign of it as he rocked his hips to rub himself against Sephiroth's hand. The shy cadet of earlier had become a wanton, his head fallen back against Sephiroth's shoulder as he whimpered. It was, altogether, far too good a present to decline, and he unwrapped it with care, easing the panties over Cloud's erection and sliding them down until the elastic stretched under his balls.

Freed, Cloud's turgid flesh proved to be just as rosy as the fabric that had covered it, slender and long and rising insistently. Sephiroth ignored it for the moment, his fingers idly stroking the soft golden fuzz of Cloud's scrotum before rising to press his palm to Cloud's mouth.

"Lick," he commanded softly, and Cloud's tongue was against his skin almost before he'd closed his lips. The wet muscle moved roughly, clumsily, against Sephiroth's palm, but served its purpose well enough; one moment Sephiroth's hand was being bathed by Cloud's tongue, the next it was wrapped around Cloud's shaft and pumping, spit-slicked skin moving easily over the heat cradled against his palm.

It took only a few strokes before Cloud was coming, streams of creamy white painting his chest and belly, dribbling over Sephiroth's fingers. His heels thumped ineffectually against the front of the sofa as he scrabbled for leverage, able to do nothing more than rock against Sephiroth's thighs, the heavy muscles tense against his own.

Sephiroth was nibbling Cloud's shoulder when the blonde could open his eyes again. Blinking slowly, he found Sephiroth's hand before his mouth again, the command this time breathed against his ear.

"Lick."

Slowly, lethargic with fading ecstasy, Cloud's tongue flickered out, only to withdraw hastily when the milky fluid hit his taste buds.

Sephiroth laughed softly, one finger painting the bitter dampness over Cloud's lower lip. "Lick, cadet."

Closing his eyes again, Cloud did as ordered. The taste was still unpleasant, but beneath it now was also the flavor of Sephiroth: musk and leather, and a strangely salty-sweet tang of sweat. He sought that flavor out, licking away his own spent cum to savor the taste beneath it.

Almost too soon, Sephiroth's hand was moving away, sliding instead to his cheek to turn Cloud's face toward Sephiroth's. The kiss was gentle, but there was an edge lurking beneath its façade, one that made Cloud's breath catch with nervous anticipation.

The press of their mouths broke with deceptive laziness, and then Sephiroth was easing Cloud from his lap and tucking him back into the ridiculous panties. He rose with the grace that had only enhanced his legendary status, only to press Cloud down again - on his knees this time, with his hands braced against the back of the couch. Glancing over his shoulder, Cloud swallowed down another bout of butterflies as he caught sight of Sephiroth studying him contemplatively.

"That isn't going to do it this time," Sephiroth said musingly, his hand pressing, large and almost too warm, at the small of Cloud's back. His eyes, so bright now that it seemed as though they burned, flicked up to meet Cloud's, momentarily encompassing his world. "Don't move, cadet."

It wasn't far to the bathroom adjoining his suite, and the door swung silently shut behind him as he flicked on the light in the small, tiled room. A brief rummage through the medicine cabinet unearthed one of Zacks's gifts to him on a previous birthday and Sephiroth eyed its label's proclamation of a new and improved chocolate flavor before pinching the bridge of his nose again. He had every intention of enjoying his present to the fullest now that he had begun on that path, but thoughts of the consequences the next day were enough to make his head throb warningly.

Perhaps, he thought as he bent to shed the last of his clothing, folding the pants neatly before dropping them in the hamper, Zacks could use a stint of guard duty with the most insipid politician he could find. Flicking the light off and exiting the room with tube in hand, he made a mental note to see who was on the roster for Heidegger.

Cloud was just where he'd left him, although he'd dropped his head to rest it against the couch's back. He looked almost pathetically young and fragile in that position, but Sephiroth had never been particularly given to guilt. He crossed the main room with his usual commanding strides and pressed his hand against the small of Cloud's back again, delighting in the shiver under his palm at the contact.

As though stirred from dreaming, Cloud started violently, his head lifting with such speed that several joints in his neck cracked loudly. He shuddered once, then let his head drop again as he shifted, the muscles of his back stretching under Sephiroth's hand.

Sephiroth's hand lingered as he admired the birthday feast before him, laid out like a buffet of wonders. The pale perfection of Cloud's skin was unbroken but for the slip of pink still wrapped around his hips, and Sephiroth admired the contrast between nylon and flesh as his hand slid over the slope of Cloud's backside, fingers catching under the waistband and drawing it down until the fabric was bunched under the surprisingly round globes of Cloud's buttocks.

Intrigued, Sephiroth skimmed one deft finger along the cleft separating those buttocks. Beneath his touch, Cloud tensed, a moan that was equal parts embarrassment, surprise, and arousal muffled against the couch. Sephiroth's thumbs played along it next, parting the delightful handfuls to blow lightly on the dusky, freshly-exposed sphincter. This time, Cloud bucked as he moaned, his buttocks clenching within the cradles of Sephiroth's fingers. Amused, Sephiroth blew another stream of cool air over sensitive flesh, then scraped his teeth over one perfect curve, teeth closing in a light nip at the end.

"Perhaps next time you will bathe with me," Sephiroth murmured as his hands slid away to retrieve the tube he'd set near Cloud's knee, flipping it open deftly. "I'll eat you, then. Here." A dollop of the lubricant, indeed chocolate-flavored judging by the scent, was squeezed directly onto the soft skin at the apex of his crack, then eased along his flesh with the sweep of one long finger.

Cloud's hips jerked again, bucking as though to escape the unfamiliarly slippery sensation. "That's cold!" he gasped, only to catch his breath when the tip of one of Sephiroth's fingers pushed through the tight ring of his anus. It was there for only a moment before it withdrew and Cloud could breathe again, but that lasted only a moment before there was a cool slickness again, and then the full length of Sephiroth's finger was buried in him.

Sephiroth held his own breath at the feeling of Cloud's body clenching around his finger, the spasming muscles like some obscene caress that made his cock pulse in anticipation. He stroked a few times before withdrawing the digit, coating it and its neighbor with another squeeze from the tube before plunging them into the heat of Cloud's orifice again.

The blond cadet almost screamed at the fresh invasion, his body clamping with painful tightness around the alien digits as the scream broke, dissolving into a strangled groan. Sephiroth waited only a moment before stroking with business-like efficiency, his fingers rotating in ever-widening circles to force resisting muscles into relaxing. Cloud's moans came with more regularity now, arousal having overtaken embarrassment and surprise entirely, and Sephiroth smiled grimly as he twisted his fingers again, this time seeking out the slight bulge signifying the press of nerves that would make the rest of Cloud's body sing. A moment's exploration found it and his fingers parted, skimming around it in a heady tease.

Cloud did scream then, an open-mouthed shout that died into great pants, as though he were a man suffocating. He shuddered as Sephiroth's fingers skimmed over his prostate again, his back bowing and arching as though to force Sephiroth's touch there again, and his moans had given way to utterly charming little whimpers as Cloud tossed his head.

Withdrawing his fingers, Sephiroth brandished the tube again, squeezing a generous portion between Cloud's cheeks. His slicked hand wrapped around his own cock, pressing the tip below the lubricant sliding along Cloud's crack and preventing it from sliding into the nylon still framing Cloud's butt. He slid the tip through it deliberately until it pressed against the pucker of Cloud's anus, then pushed, driving the sleek head past the tight muscle.

He'd thought to give Cloud a moment to adjust - his cock was, after all, significantly larger than his fingers - but the cadet surprised him, mewling low in his throat before thrusting his hips back, impaling himself on the full length of Sephiroth's shaft. It was Sephiroth's turn to groan then, the same fluttery caresses of spasming muscles wrapped around his cock now, and it was a thousand times better than his fingers. He fell forward, hair cascading in a silver curtain around them both as he bit the back of Cloud's neck and reached for his nylon-encased shaft, stroking roughly as he began to thrust.

It took them a moment to find a rhythm, Cloud's clumsily eager attempts to meet Sephiroth's first few thrusts resulting in an inelegant slamming of hips. In the end, Sephiroth braced the hand not occupied with the cadet's cock against his hip, muscling him into a more complementary rhythm; although he deeply appreciated the depth into which it drove him, he could do without the teeth-rattling. Cloud, for all his awkward inexperience, was a delicious squirm beneath him, around him, and it seemed like no time at all before he was coming and coming and coming, body pistoning with such force that he would be extremely surprised if Cloud didn't have bruises in awkward places the next day.

Beneath him, Cloud was still rocking, grinding his hips with increasing desperation against Sephiroth as his cock throbbed in Sephiroth's stilled hand. Lethargically amused, Sephiroth squeezed and resumed his stroking until Cloud tensed beneath him, the spray of his orgasm this time caught by the pink nylon, darkening it to deep rose as Cloud slowly stilled and slumped against the couch.

Amused all over again at Cloud's boneless sprawl, Sephiroth withdrew from his quiescent body and tugged the panties back up, patting his butt before rising. He looked down at the limp cadet, absently fingering his own spent cock, then mentally shrugged and touched a pale shoulder. "I'd recommend cleaning up. Before you fall asleep," he added when one bleary eye peered up at him. That having been said, he excused himself to pad to the bathroom, where a quick shower washed away all traces of sex.

Cloud was sitting up when he exited again, wrapped in a thick, dark robe. Blue eyes flicked toward the sound of the door opening, only to be concealed again when Cloud ducked his head, hiding behind jagged bangs. "Sir, I... what should I do?"

There was a vulnerability to his tone that hinted at more than immediate concerns, but Sephiroth ignored the subtext easily as he briskly straightened his robe. "Take a shower, clean up. I'll get a blanket for you; you can sleep on the couch." Slipping into his bedroom, Sephiroth retrieved a spare blanket from his linens, although an extra pillow proved more elusive. Finally simply taking one of his own, he returned to the main room to find that Cloud had taken his advice and disappeared into the bathroom. He dropped the pillow and blanket on the couch, then returned to his bedroom, shedding his robe and sliding into the bed, where he was lulled to sleep by the susurration of the running shower.

Cloud was gone by the time Sephiroth woke, and he'd taken the blanket with him. Sephiroth's amusement only grew when he opened the hamper to discover his present's wrapping, washed out in the sink from the looks of it before being tossed in with his things, a lone bastion of color amidst a sea of black. Shaking his head, Sephiroth left it there and went to brew himself a cup of coffee.

He was seated on the couch, one hand balancing the coffee cup, the other holding open the morning's newspaper, when Zacks arrived. The dark-haired SOLDIER knocked perfunctorily, the door already opening as Sephiroth called his acknowledgement.

Meeting the dark eyes, Sephiroth sipped deliberately from his coffee, ignoring the questions in the other man's gaze as he imbibed his daily caffeine. He lowered the cup finally, a slow half-smile that struck fear into the hearts of those who knew him curving his mouth. "He's gone," he said, without preamble, and continued without giving Zacks a chance to voice the questions hovering behind his hips. "Heidegger is expecting you in ten minutes. I suggest you run." His smile widened a fraction at the hunted look that fleeted across Zacks's face, before the SOLDIER's lips turned as well with a wry grin as he acknowledged Sephiroth's revenge for his manipulations.

Sephiroth waited until Zacks had turned to go, then set the paper aside, rising to return his cup to the kitchen. "Oh, and Zacks?"

"General?" Zacks's tone was less than diffident, but, then, he was one of the few people Sephiroth trusted not to abuse the allowances given him - most times, at least.

Sephiroth glanced over his shoulder, one corner of his mouth quirking upward. "Why don't we try blue next time?"

- fin -

Notes and Disclaimers

Final Fantasy VII is © Square Co., Ltd.

Cupcake stemmed from what was supposed to be fic mocking crossdressing kink fics, thanks to someone pointing me toward MANties. (Cloud's panties themselves can be found right here, if you're curious.) Halfway through, I found myself expounding on the subtleties of Sephiroth's personality and,
try as I might to turn it back to parody-fic, it didn't work. It's settled into a middle ground now, I think, for what it's worth.