A/N Just a few things before we get started. Obviously the XxxxxxX are to signify a leap back in time, so this story does jump about a bit. Also if you have any ideas about what to do with the second chapter please please please let me know. Any spelling mistakes I'm truly sorry but my spell check is not what it used to be.

Enjoy.

Control

Cloud wasn't the sort of person who would normally let himself lose control. He wasn't the sort of person that lets things happen to himself, or the sort of person who allows people to just do what ever they please to him. But he was so bone weary, so tired and alone that he felt he had no choice. Even more was the feeling of want. He had no compulsion to make Leon stop. He didn't want him to continue. A deeply entrenched voice in his head calling out to him through the fog of his tired mind to make the other man stop. But he couldn't make himself. He had been fighting for so long. How long had he been here now? Three months he thought. Three months of fear and fighting. He felt so exposed and out of control that he could hardly stop himself now.

Sephiroth, he was the reason for all of this. He was the man who had broken him.

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Cloud was cold. The chill night breeze wafted in through the open window to cool his exposed skin but it was a cold from within that made him shiver. He would never have thought it possible but he was afraid. The man in front of him was tall and oppressive, a sense of power and menace pulsated from him so strongly that Cloud could taste it every time he took an unsteady breath in. He knew this man wanted to hurt him.

His breathing hitched and he took an involuntary step back as the General stepped towards him his eyes always lowered to the floor, not daring to look him in the face. A fleeting moment of panic that refused to ebb away quickly enough, and the General chuckled. It was deep and rich and textured with so much sinful amusement, Cloud had never heard another human being make that sound.

"There's nowhere to run to boy." his silky voice coiled out laced with mirth and danger. He took another measured step toward Cloud again and this time Cloud stood his ground. He would not give this man another excuse to make that sound again. It stopped his heart.

He saw out of the corner of his eye as the General lifted his hand and reached to place it on his neck. This time moving was not an option for Cloud. His frozen heart wouldn't beat and his heavy legs wouldn't carry him. He stood anchored to the floor, quietly trembling inside and the General softy rubbed his thumb over Cloud's throat, caressing the skin pulled tight over his Adams apple.

Moving his hand upwards the General turned Cloud's face to the left and then to the right looking at him appraisingly, as if trying to judge something.

"How old are you boy?" He asked not being able to read such information from his face.

It took a while for Cloud to make himself answer. "Nineteen summers." he replied quietly pleased with the fact that he managed to keep his voice steady. A pleasure that quickly disappeared as he heard the General scoff. "Huh, a country boy." He all but pushed Clouds face out of his grasp, making Cloud reel backwards for a moment. Anger boiled up inside him at the insult and he glared defiantly up at the huge man. Sensing the boys anger and spirit the General was thrilled inside. Finally he had a challenge. He had someone to break. His sickly smile spread across his beautiful lips at the though of it, making the diffidence in Cloud's heart wither and turn to out right fear.

"You will do, I think." Sephiroth stated, more to himself than to Cloud as he began to circle his new slave.

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Before he could stop himself he let out a moan. It was quiet and breathy but it had slipped out none the less, hands that had no business touching him smoothed their way over his body. Cloud knew that he had no right to deny Leon what he wanted. His body was there to be used, even he would concede that now. But even so that small amount of defiance was still in him and he recoiled from Leon slightly. Confused with the feelings in himself. He longed for the touches, he was lonely. But he could not bring himself to give himself without a fight, no matter how small.

His eyes were tightly closed. He did not want to see his failure of strength in the Commanders face. He barely wanted to see the hunger there. God he wanted some human contact, some ounce of affection, but he couldn't bring himself to feel worthy enough of it.

A light brush of the fingertips and Cloud opened his eyes. He hadn't even realised he had shed any tears until he felt Leon wipe them away. His breath was stuck in his chest making him ache all over just for it to be released, he wanted comfort. He wanted peace.

"If I'm hurting you, I'll stop." Leon said in such a hushed whisper.

Panic spiked through Cloud at the thought of being left alone, but he couldn't bring himself to reply. He hated this confusion, this indecision. Once, he knew what he wanted and who he was. Now he just didn't want to be left alone in the dark like a child. Where had his pride gone?

But even as he asked himself that question he knew.

N…No! he managed to strangle out. His eyes hooded and tired. His mouth felt dry like sandpaper his head full of cotton and buzzing. "Don't go." He croaked.

Leon could see the pain on the slave's face. It was so open, as if he wasn't trying to hide anything, Leon doubted that he could. Leon could only imagine what this man had been through, what he had seen and been made to endure.

Taking Leon by surprise the young man cautiously and clumsily stepping into the small space between them. Painfully shyly Cloud tilted his head back and pressed himself into the warm body in front of him, relishing the heat. His skin goose pimpled as he gently brushed his lips against Leon's, the sides of their noses barely touching and their breaths barely mingling. It was shaky and unsure but Leon wouldn't allow the moment to pass.

Not caring if he scared the younger man he wrapped his arms around the figure that was already pressed tightly into his body. He cupped the back of his head as he deepened the kiss into something that involuntary and quite surprising made his cock jump. He had never felt a moment like that. A feeling so intense and arousing that he was hard within moments and on the verge of not being able to control himself. Leon felt the younger man clutch to him, his hands digging into the fabric of his shirt and he didn't know whether it was because of desperation, or panic. Letting go of his death grip, Leon traced a gentle hand up the side of the young man's body, tracing the line of his neck, jaw and then finally as their lips parted he ran his fingers over the slave's mouth. So gently it was almost reverence as he traced the lines and contours of the man's face, brushing high cheekbones and finely arched brows. They were still so close to one another, Leon's free hand still wrapped tightly around the slave keeping him close and warm.

Leon's gaze left his wondering and fell on Cloud's eyes. They were misted but pinpricked with fear and in that moment Leon felt rage that something that made him feel this wonderful should ever feel fear, should ever be afraid of him. It wasn't a conscious decision but Leon decided then to try his best to take this man's fear away. He would try and save him.

It was a feeling that contrasted sharply to the tightness in his trousers. He ached for this man. It was pulsing in his jugular just underneath the skin, the heat and the frenzy just baying to be set free if only he would slip and allow himself to lose control. Leon was afraid what he would do if he lost control.

He pulled away, turning his body half away from the slave who now stood exposed. Leon was ready to run, to turn away and forget it all. It would be better for this man if he never saw him again. Leon knew it was a selfish voice that stopped him from actually running, it was the same voice that once convince him as a child that it would be alright to play with his fathers sword as long as he didn't get caught. He knew he must ignore that voice, to turn now and go and pretend that none of this had happened. He would have done. He was about to when the slave's voice broke through everything in his mind and he knew then that this man had the power to command him to do anything.

"Please… Don't leave." And he didn't. He turned slowly back around to face him, the torment of indecision still pleading in Leon's eyes. 'Don't make me regret this'.

Leon knew he was taking advantage. But it's a powerful thing, denial.

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Once again a shiver ran up Cloud's spine. A gutting, sickening feeling began to pit in his stomach as the General was stood immediately behind him, breath ghosting over him, heat radiating off of him. Uncertainty kept Cloud's normally abrasive temper chilled, knowing that he was way out of his depth helped him see sense too. Creepily, like it had always been there he felt Sephiroth's hand snake around the back of his neck and guide him across the floor to the bed. Feeling his knees weaken at what this move meant for him he tried to stall, pushing back on the vice like grip. It was a pitiful attempt really, if only an instinct.

"Shhh, you mustn't struggle slave." He cooed icily, bringing his other hand up to grip Cloud's bicep. The word infuriated Cloud. He may have been captured and sold like a common sheep, but he was no slave. He would not be broken, of that he was sure.

"I am no slave, Bastard!" He spat feeling all the fear and frustration of being torn away from his village, his mother and his friends. The agony of not knowing where they were or if they were even still alive. The invasion had been so brutal. It was over so fast. He was afraid now. Afraid for himself and his mother, afraid of this man that was so obviously powerful. Afraid that he had let his words run away from him and he would pay for his fiery temper. Afraid because he didn't know what was coming. Afraid because all he heard in reply was that same icy silky laugh. It felt like poison in his ears. Filling his head with shame and terror.

"We shall see about that, won't we?" Sephiroth chuckled forcing Cloud closer to the bed, his knees hitting the edge so that he was forced to throw his bounds hands out in front of him for balance.

"Kneel." Came the harshly bitten command and he was pushed from behind, the bruising grip in his neck still guiding him.

Cloud kneeled up onto the bed, breathing heavily, hoping, whishing, praying that he wouldn't loose control. His eyes darted all about himself looking for anything that could help him, or a way out before telling himself not to do anything foolish that would cause him to come to an untimely end. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to be a slave either.

He felt Sephiroth kiss the back of his neck where the Generals fingers had been and he nearly vomited then. His heart skipped two beats and pounded back into life with such force he was sure it would break his ribs. He swallowed thickly, hoping for anything to happen, a diversion or something so that he would be saved.

The General's kisses moved out along his shoulder and back again, his hands slowly rubbing his arms up and down.

"You taste delicious." he stated in his dangerous voice.

The first pricks of moisture began to sting at Cloud's eyes, his eyebrows furrowing upwards to try and control and keep down his wildly thundering fear. Determined to regain composure and not give anything away he closed his eyes, smoothing his traitorous features out. He would not break.

"Have you ever been fucked before?" Sephiroth asked, one hand falling to caress the crease of Cloud's buttocks, roughly cupping him from behind.

Cloud's carefully placed mask cracked at this, his eyes flew open and he chocked on the breath he was trying to steady. He didn't realise but he was shaking. He didn't answer, he wouldn't give this bastard the pleasure of knowing either way. But Sephiroth seemed to know the answer.

"No matter," He chuckled "You soon will have."

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He took a step forward closing the distance again between himself and the younger man, seeing a spark of relief wash through his already watery eyes before he closed them.

Cloud's moment of panic was over and he thanked the Gods and who ever was listening that he wouldn't be alone again tonight. His relief was so strong he didn't even care about the humiliation of acting like a child, or the shame of admitting he was weak. He felt the Commander's arms encircle him again, and the unfamiliar but reassuring weight as the man rested his chin on top of his lowered head. It was a gesture of comfort that was relished even though it was not given for long. Almost as if he was angry at such a turn of events, Leon pulled away. Grabbing the slave's wrist he led him over to the bed, his movements jerky and impatient. He was angry yes, but only at himself. He had stepped over a line now that he couldn't turn back to. He had accepted the responsibility of this man's emotions and he was afraid that he would never do them justice. How could he possibly take care of him?

Cloud was confused, sensing the slight turn in atmosphere his brows furrowed and his shoulders tensed. As they reached the bed he was spun round, the grip on his chapped and already bleeding wrists was stinging and he hissed from between clenched teeth. He wasn't really afraid, not like he should be, not like he was the first time. But a sense of foreboding was building in him anyway. He hadn't thought of the Commander as a cruel man or a rough lover but he had been wrong about so many things, he doubted himself almost constantly now.

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The initial pain was so blinding that Cloud bit himself. Braced on his forearms with his head pushed into the mattress, his trousers were ripped from his waist and left to pool around his knees. Sephiroth was behind him, hands gripping feverishly at the boy's hips as he fucked him hard.

Pride was the only thing that Cloud could think of holding onto now. He wouldn't let the General have anymore of it than he could take. Crying out was not an option, so he turned his head to the side and bit heavily into his forearm to stop himself from screaming out. He didn't even realise that the small whimpering sounds and throaty groans were already coming from him. He couldn't hear anything apart from the blood rushing in his ears, or the slapping of flesh against his backside, or the grunts of excitement from the General.

Wave after wave of fresh pain tore through him with every thrust, seeming to get worse with each new stroke. A kind of ferocity was building up behind each one and it was as if the General was pouring all of his malice and hate into his act. He was filling Cloud up with his pain until the only world that existed for the slave was inside himself. Nothing was real outside of his torment. His mind was a torrent of rushing nothingness. Blackness filled his vision and he didn't even realise when he gave up his vow and began to scream.

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Something in the way that the slave was holding himself made Leon freeze. A deathly chill entered his chest and it rapidly spread though his entire body. It wasn't so much the defensive way the slave held himself, or the obvious bruises and welts covering his body. It wasn't even the way that he hung his head as if he shouldn't have been expecting any sort of comfort tonight and he was a fool to believe he could have had it. It seemed to be all of those things and more. Looking at him now Leon realised for the first time how utterly broken and shattered this person was, how proud he must have been in the first place and how little the young man had realised about how far he had fallen. He felt a sense of fate then, and it was strangely comforting to him. He knew that no matter how far he pushed himself to stay away from this man, or how hard he tried to save him, it would all be decided for him.

Leon carefully drew the slave into him, pressing light kisses to his temple and over his cheek, making sure to apologise for his misplaced temper just moments earlier.

"I promise, I'll never hurt you." he whispered, hoping that this was a promise that both of them could believe.

"You can't promise something like that." The slave whispered back in his cracked voice, not wanting anything from this man apart from company. He couldn't afford to ask for anything else.

Leon was resolute, he had made a promise to himself if no one else.

"I promise to try then." He amended.

Cloud didn't hear it anyway.

"Just promise you won't leave." Holding on tighter to the Commander he hid his face away in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent that he would come to memorise and know.

Leon nodded in acceptance. He wouldn't leave, not tonight or any other night.

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Another slap sounded out in the large bedroom, the echoes of which faded long before the sting of it would. Cloud's neck hurt from the violent force, and he slowly, meekly turned his head. Hate boiled in his eyes as he looked up at his captor. Not for the first time did he wish that he would never see those burning green eyes ever again. But each time he raised hope by escaping, it was crushed before him.

"I'm getting sick of these games boy!" The General's voice was dangerously low and calm, but with a sense of urgency towing quietly underneath that could not be ignored.

"At first they were amusing, but now they are just tiring." He extended. Slowly circling Cloud like some great stalking animal.

"You will learn your place." It was a command.

Knowing he had nothing more to loose apart from his pitiful retched life, which he longed to end anyway, Cloud was in no mood to be challenged.

"Fuck you!" He hissed as he spat at the General's feet.

"As you wish." The General barked, lunging his prey, knocking him clean off his knees.

Cloud only had a moment to spit the blood from his mouth before he was lifted by his arm and thrown towards the bed. His back hit the pillar and he slumped to the floor, struggling to breathe as the wind was knocked from him. As the General came closer, Cloud kicked out hoping to swipe away the bastards feet from under him. But he was dizzy and uncoordinated, only succeeding in kicking the General in the shin. His hands that were tied behind him prevented him from regaining balance and he was left there squirming on the floor as the General took delight in delaying what they both knew was to come.

"I admire you boy, I really do. But this has gone on for long enough." He reached down and yanked Cloud's head back by his dirty blond hair, exposing his bobbing throat.

"You will not try to escape again. Let me tell you why." he knelt down using his other hand to cup Cloud's balls squeezing them tightly every now and then.

"If you do, I will end your pathetic little life. Ill cut your dick off and choke you with it, before skull fucking you to death. Do you understand?" he hissed, punctuating his words every so often by twisting his hand in Cloud's hair.

"Go on then, I dare you. I don't fucking care. You hear me? I want you to kill me!" Cloud shouted, his voice filled with hate and anger and tears as he hoped he had pushed the General far enough but knowing he would never be able to do that.

The General pulled Cloud to his feet before throwing him over the bed. Quickly he climbed up behind him and devastated his slave of his clothes.

He was poised at Cloud's entrance before he leaned over and hissed in his ear. "Soon boy, maybe I will. But not before you see your fucking mother and all your friends die first!"

Before the hope of seeing his mother could be replaced with the idea of watching her die, Cloud felt the General enter him.

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Cloud gazed out of the window at the glowing lights of the gloomy city. The falseness of the street lamps blocking out true night and creating an eerie persistent twilight. From his angle on the bed he could only see rain clouds that were stained orange from the city underneath them, the droplets of water on the window glowing murky tangerine.

Gentle hands brought his gaze back to the present as they softly turned his chin to face them.

"Hey, keep looking at me ok?" A soft question was asked, reassuring him that it would be ok and that he didn't need to focus on anything else to block out the pain.

"I promised." Leon reminded him as he caressed the side of Cloud's face. He lent down and kissed him then, going back to his ministrations, hoping that every touch would fill Cloud with a passion and not a fear.

It was hard for Cloud to not expect the sudden pain, or the humiliation, or the shame. He expected it. He looked for it at every turn, every tender touch or soft butterfly kiss. But it never came.

A feeling of intense buzzing pleasure filled his head and he sucked in a shocked breath. He looked down to see Leon's mouth engulf him, his tongue swirling up and down causing him to shudder and whimper.

"L…Leon." He fisted the sheets not knowing how to control this feeling of utter bliss. Gentle reassuring hands placed themselves on his hips, holding him still. The pads of Leon's thumbs ghosting over bruises put there in anger and domination.

Slowly, the smallest sounds of pleasure began to break from Cloud's lips, urging Leon to move faster.

Leon's hand left Cloud's hip and travelled under his leg, stroking at all the exposed places as he went. Carefully so as not to scare him, he stroked his way down to Cloud's puckered opening, lingering ever so slightly on the sensitive skin around it.

Sucking harder on him, Leon gently as he could pressed his first finger inside. A sharp intake of breath was his reply. Leon knew the mixture of pleasure and burning that Cloud would be feeling now, and he wanted Cloud to know that it was normal, that he hadn't broken his promise.

"Leon!" Clouds voice was shaky and unsure now.

"Shhhh, its okay." Leon replied as he let go of Cloud. His finger was still inside of him working him out but he stroked the side of Cloud's face with his other hand.

"Just relax, I Promise I'll make you feel good." He kissed his way back down and took Cloud into his mouth again, hoping that this would not be too much. He hoped.

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His mothers dead face was all he could see when he shut his eyes. If he could have slept he would have seen her in his dreams too. But HE had seen to it that he would never be able to sleep again. He lay next to him, not daring to move, not able to move. His body was beyond broken, his soul along with it was far away, in a place that no one could reach it. Not even him.

His mothers dead swinging body repeated itself behind his eyelids never looking away, transfixed in horror. The General had hung his mother and a few other slaves for 'desertion', the irony not lost on Cloud, just a few hours ago. The pain was still fresh, would always be fresh in his heart. He would never forget. He would never forget that it was his fault. His fault.

His only redemption came from compliance to the General now. Tifa would be safe if he would be good. He had to do this, for Tifa, for his mother.

It took all his strength to turn on his side, his back facing the General as he slept. He daren't move his legs for the pain that would erupt in his ass if he did so he just lay there and allowed himself a few more tears.

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Only once, when Leon entered him, did the image of his dead mother flash behind Cloud's eyes. He nearly panicked, nearly threw the Commander from him and told him to leave and never come back. But she abated. She left him alone and he clung to Leon, Forgetting everything that was wrong in his life. Forgetting his promise to Tifa, knowing this could mean her death if he was discovered.

He let Leon take their places.

He had no idea. No idea it was supposed to feel like this, that it even could. There was no pain, no humiliation. No shame.

Holding onto him so tightly that he left nail marks in his skin, Cloud threw back his head, letting Leon claim his neck in sucking kisses and small bites. Cloud looses himself in the rocking motion and soon before he's even aware he feels something is about to happen. The feeling is so intense that he can't control the panic in his chest.

"Oh God….Leon!" He chokes out, wanting this but afraid of it all in the same second as he comes. Harshly and violently that tears leak from his eyes, his head is thrown back and he lets out a beautiful cry of pleasure.

Leon comes with him, riding his orgasm in guilty waves. Knowing he shouldn't be enjoying what he has in his arms but unable to stop himself. He seems to keep coming forever, loving the feeling of Cloud wrapped around him, his cock deep within him.

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"On your knees!" the General ordered. And Cloud knew he had to obey. He had no choice in anything he did anymore. He wouldn't be the one to let Tifa down.

Cloud kneels in front of his master and does as he's commanded. Unzipping his trousers and taking him in his mouth, no questions, no disobedience, no fire.

Compliance.

That's all it is.

A/N I suppose this can be a stand alone, but I'd like to do a second chapter with what happens after Cloud and Leon wake up. However this one was such a ball ache to write. It just did not want to be written. I'd love some ideas about where to take this.

Hope you all enjoyed. X.x.x.x.x.