A piece of fan art by KirasTastefulTragedy to come soon! :)

Cloud woke up screaming at the crack of dawn. The beatings and insults had stopped for a few hours because Sephiroth was apparently off of his mako treatments, but it didn't mean that Cloud didn't have nightmares from it.

Sephiroth jolted upright in bed, his arms flailing around him as if he was trying to reach for Masamune. In his mind, he was on a battlefield. It was either kill or be killed. There were no other options.

"What the fuck!" Sephiroth yelled. He grabbed Cloud by the arm and twisted it. "What are you thinking, screaming like that?"

Cloud cried out from the pain, his face twisted in shock. "S-Sephiroth, I'm sorry! I had a nightmare, okay? I'm okay. We're okay. Please…" He gently jerked his arm. "Please let me go, Sephiroth."

Sephiroth released his grip reluctantly and yanked his hand away. He looked away and his long silver hair slightly shrouded his face from Cloud's view. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Are you okay?"

Cloud trembled and bit his lip. He was afraid to say the wrong thing, afraid to do the wrong thing. Even though he had had a breakthrough with Sephiroth the night before and had learned just exactly what was going on with the General, he was still unsure about how to proceed with many things. Finally, he settled on a short reply, eager to let the subject pass. "I'm fine. T-Thank you, Sephiroth," he said quietly, gripping the edge of the sheet that he clutched between his hands.

Sephiroth visibly relaxed and laid back down on the bed, his head appearing to Cloud as sinking almost gracefully into the pillow. "You can rest again, Cloud. I'm not going to hurt you," he said. He patted the pillow behind Cloud. "Get some more sleep."

The young cadet tentatively lay back down, uneasy and on edge. "I'm not tired anymore," he finally said, still gripping the sheet. He snuck a look at Sephiroth out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge the man's mood at the moment. He stiffened when Sephiroth turned over in the bed to face him, then draped an arm protectively around his midsection, his fingers lightly stroking the middle of Cloud's back.

"You frightened me," Sephiroth said. "I was having a dream that I was back in Wutai during the war. I had a young soldier training beneath me. He often woke up screaming from the nightmares of what he had seen during the day while we were all fighting."

"What was his name?" Cloud asked, trying to keep Sephiroth talking. The more Cloud knew about Sephiroth, the more he could understand just what kind of person the man was.

"His name was Nebel. Lucas Nebel. Very young soldier. He didn't even really have an official rank. Nebel was one of the poor souls they plucked from a war draft, forced into fighting. He didn't want to be there. When he came to me, he didn't even know how to hold a rifle or a sword properly," Sephiroth explained. He raised his free arm and rubbed his eyelids with his hand, appearing to attempt to wash away bad memories.

"What happened to him?"

Sephiroth sighed heavily. "We were descending from the mountains and preparing to infiltrate a small camp outside of Wutai where a group of nasty rebel soldiers were holed up. At about the halfway point, the group spotted us and began to fire at us aimlessly. Nebel was shot in the head as he tried to shield me from the bullets' paths," he explained. "It took weeks for me to get the scent of his blood out of my senses."

"That's terrible," Cloud replied.

"It was truly a tragedy. Nebel was a good kid. About your age, actually. I've seen a lot of young men die during the wars I've had to take part in, but he was the only one who actually ever really sacrificed his life in order to save mine. I guess that is why I've never been able to forget about him," Sephiroth said.

"Again, I'm sorry for screaming," Cloud said.

"It's okay. I understand why. Trauma can cause a person to react that way. As you now know, I completely understand. You just caught me off guard, is all," Sephiroth said. He pulled Cloud closer until they were forehead to forehead. He closed his eyes and sighed softly, still gently rubbing his fingers across Cloud's back. "I love your skin. It's so soft," he murmured. "I've never touched anything this precious before, so innocent…"

Cloud let himself be held, thankful for soothing words and not vicious attacks on his body. "Thank you," he said. "I don't see myself as innocent, though."

Sephiroth let out a short laugh. "And why not?" he asked.

Cloud shrugged. "I'm just not worthy of such purity," he replied.

Sephiroth sat up and pulled Cloud up with him. Placing both hands gently on the sides of Cloud's face, he said, "Yes. Yes you are. Don't ever let anyone tell you different. You are innocent and pure to me, and that is all that matters, yes? Remember, you are my angel." He finished the sentence by ghosting his lips over Cloud's mouth, then eagerly deepening the kiss and plunging his tongue between speechless lips. Cloud felt the grip of Sephiroth's hands tightening, and he began to panic. Sephiroth picked up on the sudden change in Cloud's mood and pulled away from him quickly.

"You don't want me?"

Upon hearing the angry tone of Sephiroth's voice, Cloud's eyes grew wide. He shook with fear as his brain tried to come up with an answer that was sure to please the General. Somehow, something had switched over in Sephiroth's brain once more, turning him into an angry, raging cloud of darkness.

"I do want you. I truly do," Cloud said quickly, trying to sound entirely sincere despite the fear that was lodged in his hammering heart. "But…"

"But what?" Sephiroth raged, his face quickly turning red.

Cloud lowered his head and whispered, "…But you were being too rough with me." He slowly lifted his eyes to look at Sephiroth and readied himself for the blow that he knew would quickly follow after his admission.

"You don't like me being rough?" Sephiroth yelled. He yanked Cloud by his hair and pushed his face down into the pillow, shoving down hard. "You don't like me being rough? Let's see how you like this. How do you like being my little bitch, you fucker?" Sephiroth hissed. He yanked down Cloud's sleeping pants and smacked him hard on the ass. Cloud squealed, the sound muffled as the General pressed his face further into the pillow, suffocating him. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?"

Sephiroth yanked his own pants down with one hand and fisted his cock, which had grown painfully hard with the kiss they had shared, and now with the approaching rape it grew even harder. He felt the blood churning in his veins. The need to claim was burning up inside of him. He had to do this. He had to put Cloud back in his place. Gone was the softness and calm demeanor that had surrounded Sephiroth. The Jenova cells and mako in his system were flaring up with a vengeance, even though he had not had his treatment in hours.

He let go of Cloud's hair and let the blond come up for air. Cloud gasped and panted. Now crying, his body trembled with emotion.

"Sephiroth, please! Please don't do this! I did nothing wrong, Sir!" Cloud pleaded, his voice heavy with tears and fear.

"Shut up," Sephiroth muttered. He gripped Cloud's hips and slammed his cock viciously into the cadet. He hissed at the tightness that he felt, then moaned as he began to fuck the crying blond hastily. Cloud whimpered and moaned beneath him, his body alternately enjoying yet rejecting the hard member that moved inside of him. Tears ran down his cheeks and soaked into the pillow. He tried to stay as silent as he could, knowing that if he kept being vocal, it might get him into trouble again.

He should have known to keep his mouth shut in the first place, no matter if Sephiroth was being kind to him or not. He just could not trust this man. Sephiroth was like night and day: all light and goodness one moment, the next moment becoming hardened and dark.

Cloud had no choice but to just take it.

"Tell me I'm the best," Sephiroth grunted, digging his nails into Cloud's hips as he drove himself home even harder.

"Y-You're the best. The greatest, Sephiroth!" Cloud panted. He felt blood trickling down his balls. He shivered and shut his eyes tightly, swallowing hard.

"That's right… I'm the best you'll ever have. The only one you'll ever have. Remember that!" Sephiroth yelled, then let out a painful and loud grunt. He let himself drape over Cloud's back, his chest heaving from his orgasm. He let himself completely be emptied inside of the blond, then pulled out and backed away. Settling back onto his heels, he put his hands over his face and began to sob openly.

Cloud lay still, not saying a word. He didn't even want to move until he was told do so.

"I'm so fucking ashamed," Sephiroth moaned.

You're always ashamed, Sephiroth. Always.

"I'm sorry, Cloud. I don't know what happened."

You're always sorry.

Sephiroth sniffled and pulled his pants back up. He laid down next to Cloud and slipped an arm over his back. "You forgive me, don't you?" he asked.

Cloud bristled but held his emotions in check. "Yes," he replied simply.

"Please, go clean yourself up now. I… I can't bear to see you this way. It reminds me of what a fucking awful person I am," Sephiroth said, then moved away from Cloud. "Hurry. I'll have some food made when you are finished."

"Yes, Sir," Cloud said. He eased himself off of his knees, carefully scooting to the edge of the bed. He dared not get blood on the sheets, for fear of what might happen if he did. He made his way to the bathroom and quickly drew himself a bath. He took a few minutes to sit over the toilet and let Sephiroth's cum drip from his bruised and bloodied entrance. Nausea hit him suddenly and he found himself vomiting bile because of his mostly empty stomach. At the same time, his stomach growled. He was painfully hungry, only he hoped that the General would not poison his food.

Minutes later when Cloud had finished his bath, he entered the living room area to find Sephiroth sitting on the edge of the couch waiting for him. His arms crossed on his knees in front of him, Sephiroth seethed.

"I waited on you," the General said darkly, his cat-like emerald eyes narrowing. "Didn't I tell you to hurry?"

"Yes, Sir. I apologize. I got sick," Cloud answered quietly, his head down as he slowly approached the couch. He stood next to it and waited for a response or a signal of some kind to let him know that it was okay to sit down and begin to eat. His stomach growled loudly at the bowl on the coffee table of what appeared to be leftover stew.

"Last time when you ate, you proved that you are not a slob, so I will allow you to sit on the couch with me and eat," Sephiroth said. He waved his hand over at the bowl next to his. "Come, sit."

"Thank you," Cloud said, and took a deep breath. He sat down carefully and placed the warm bowl in his lap. He made sure to watch Sephiroth take the first bite, then decided that maybe the man had not poisoned the food after all. He could only hope.

The stew hit his stomach and warmed him inside. It reminded him a lot of the chocobo stew that his own mother used to make for him when he was a child. He sighed with contentment, then caught himself and wished that he had not been vocal about it.

"It's good, yes?" Sephiroth asked.

Cloud nodded in agreement. "Tastes like my mother's," he replied.

"It's actually an old recipe that I found in a box of my belongings when I was younger," Sephiroth explained. "I grew up in the lab here, born and raised pretty much. When I got to a certain age, my meager belongings were boxed up and I was sent up to the SOLDIER floor to begin training."

How awful, Cloud thought. "So, you don't know whose recipe it is?" Cloud asked.

Sephiroth shook his head and waved his hand. "It's all trivial anyway. It's a good meal that can last me for days, so I just never really think about it," he said.

"Hmm," Cloud mumbled between bites of the stew. "You're right. It's very, very good."

Sephiroth actually turned and smiled at him. "Thank you," he said, then turned away again, finishing off his bowl. "Perhaps one day I will show you how to make it. It's actually quite simple." In the back of his mind, he felt wistful and waxed poetic to himself about how wonderful it would be to have Cloud cooking all of his meals for him and having his dinner ready when he got home from work every day. The idea didn't seem too far-fetched, either.

"Cloud, I hope you know that you will have to be punished today while I am out of the apartment," Sephiroth said suddenly. "You shouldn't have overstepped your boundaries earlier. I know that you understand exactly how delicate of a situation this is. You know that even with the treatments slowly fading from my system, the rage can sometimes form, regardless."

"Yes, Sir."

"When you finish eating, I want you to clean up our bowls and make sure they are dried and put away into the correct cabinet. After that, come see me in the bedroom," Sephiroth said, then stood up and walked away, not waiting for a reply.

Cloud quickly finished eating, not wanting to keep Sephiroth in waiting, and washed their bowls. After a minute of searching, he finally found the correct cabinet to place the bowls in. He did so, and made his way to the bedroom, his stomach beginning to churn. Was Sephiroth going to take him again?

Sephiroth was sitting on the bed, dressed for a long day at work. His thigh-high black leather boots were strapped on, but his long coat lay draped across a chair. He was gazing out of the broken window, and Cloud could only imagine what he was thinking about. Was he feeling sorry again?

Cloud's own gaze stopped on a dark, stained charcoal-gray bundle sitting atop the bed beside Sephiroth. A pair of worn, black slipper shoes were sitting atop the bundle. Sephiroth jerked his attention away from the window and pointed at the bundle.

"You are to wear these today. I want the entire apartment spotless by the time I get home this evening. I don't expect you to cook me a full meal, but I would appreciate something in return for your indiscretion earlier," he said.

Cloud reached down and fingered the gray material, then lifted it up. It was an old, moth-eaten plain dress that stank of mold and mildew. He tried not to be visibly disgusted as he ruefully began to slip off his pants in order to get dressed. Sephiroth watched him with a mixture of curiosity and lust, then placed a hand on Cloud's arm.

"Wait."

Sephiroth stood up and took the dress from Cloud's hands, dropping it back on the bed. He moved swiftly behind Cloud and pressed against him. "How I do love seeing you stand there completely naked," he murmured, caressing Cloud's inner thigh and moving his hand up slowly to his limp member. He gave it a few strokes with the palm of his hand and shuddered as he felt it grow beneath his touch. "You want me again, I know," he whispered, his tongue snaking out and licking the back of Cloud's earlobe. Cloud gasped and fell gently forward over the edge of the bed, his pulse racing. Not again so soon, Cloud thought frantically. I'm still in pain!

"Tonight, my angel," Sephiroth cooed in his ear. "Tonight, I'll take you again, but right at this moment I must get to work. Angeal will have my head if I am not there to help him with training the new recruits today." With those words, he kissed Cloud on the back of the head and pulled away from him, reaching for his coat. Slipping it on, he quickly left the apartment and locked the door behind him.

Cloud lay still for a few minutes, thankful that Sephiroth didn't try anything more on him that morning. He got dressed and slipped on the shoes that were much to large for him. He had to empty one of the shoes of dead spiders and bug carcasses. All morning, he busied himself with cleaning the apartment from top to bottom while clomping around in the ill-fitting shoes. When the afternoon came, he was almost completely sure that he had cleaned everything that needed to be cleaned, even the cracks of the coffee machine in the kitchen. Soon, he was dozing on the couch, worn out from nightmares, the rape and the cleaning he had to endure.

The doze turned into a full-fledged nap, exceeding three hours. Sephiroth arrived home. With no sign of dinner ready and no sign of Cloud, he stormed through the apartment looking for him - only to find the blond curled up on the couch, partially hidden from sight beneath a blanket. His demeanor softened as he watched his pet sleeping peacefully. He nudged Cloud and gave him a short smile when the cadet woke up.

"Good evening, beautiful one."

"H-hi," Cloud replied, sitting up slowly and looking around at his surroundings, suddenly remembering where he was at. "Shit!" he exclaimed, quickly placing his feet onto the floor. "Dinner!"

Sephiroth grabbed him and held him down steadily. "It's okay. I know that you had a rough day," he said soothingly. Cloud relaxed, thankful that Sephiroth was not angry. "We'll order take-out, okay?"

"A-alright."

Sephiroth made him stay seated on the couch while he ordered pizza, then came to sit beside him. He reached for Cloud then, and gathered him in his arms. "You did a wonderful job on the apartment," he said softly. "Thank you."

It's not like I had a choice, Cloud thought to himself, but said nothing. "You're welcome," he replied, letting himself be tenderly held. Sephiroth stroked his cheek and dipped down for a kiss, which was warm and inviting. Cloud felt himself wanting it and decided to go with it. He reminded himself not to tense up when the kiss grew deeper, more harsher. He let his ass be gripped with ferociousness, let his lip be bitten by sharp teeth which slightly drew blood. He didn't dare cry out in pain.

"I want to take you in this dress," Sephiroth murmured, coaxing his hand down Cloud's leg and sliding it beneath the fabric. He teased the tip of Cloud's cock with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on its head. "Gods, you're so beautiful." Cloud whimpered as Sephiroth gave him a gentle squeeze and began to kiss his neck.

"I didn't take my treatments today," Sephiroth whispered. Cloud's heart gave a leap, hopeful that their night would be somewhat peaceful and that nothing would be forced. He raised his arms then, linking his hands around Sephiroth's neck and allowing the General full access to whatever he wished. He closed his eyes and felt soft, gentle hands raising the dress above his hips. "Damn," Sephiroth murmured, pulling away slightly and looking down at Cloud's weeping cock. He shifted down on the couch and lowered his head, licking a trail from Cloud's balls and up the length of his shaft. He took Cloud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking him completely down his throat.

"Sephiroth!" Cloud gasped, his hands clawing at the sides of the couch and his eyes opened widely. "Oh, oh gods…" He arched his back slightly and closed his eyes again, enjoying Sephiroth's ministrations.

"You taste delicious," Sephiroth finally said when he let go of Cloud's cock with a loud slurp. "I'd love to keep tasting you, but I'd rather just take you right now."

"Then take me. Gods, please," Cloud begged. His cock jerked. He silently prayed that Sephiroth would keep being normal and calm. This was the Sephiroth that he could stand to be around, the Sephiroth that he would eagerly allow to take him. He sighed in relief as Sephiroth stood up and undid the buckles on his pants, sliding them down to the tops of his boots.

"Come here," he said, pulling Cloud up by one arm. He moved the blond over to the arm of the couch and bent him over, then knelt down and spread Cloud's ass cheeks with his hands. Cloud gasped as he felt Sephiroth's long tongue enter him from behind, the sensation causing his knees to almost buckle beneath him. He thrust his hips backward reflexively, wanting more of the wet length inside of him. Sephiroth hummed and inserted a finger alongside his tongue, thrusting both in and out of the entrance at separate intervals, creating a sensation that made Cloud finally collapse to the floor in a sweaty heap.

Sephiroth smirked at him and helped him stand, then guided him to the bedroom. He laid down on the bed and motioned for Cloud to get on top of him. Cloud gratefully did so, carefully easing himself down onto Sephiroth's long, hard shaft. When he finally felt it completely inside of him, he made a show of sliding himself up and down slowly, gently rocking and swaying his hips while looking Sephiroth directly in the eye.

See this? Feel this? You could have this kind of loving devotion every single time, if only you would never take the treatments ever again, Cloud thought to himself. He gasped aloud and bit his lip as he rode Sephiroth, now moving a little faster.

"Does it feel good?" Cloud asked Sephiroth, swallowing hard and hoping for a positive answer.

Sephiroth growled and tightened his grip on Cloud's hips. "You're fucking right that it does," he replied, and began to thrust upward in time with Cloud's movements. Suddenly, Sephiroth overpowered him and flipped him over onto his back. Raising one of Cloud's legs, he began to thrust harder and deeper into Cloud, panting and cursing the entire time. His hair fell in soft strands like silk onto Cloud's stomach and his skin tingled with the added sensation.

"Make me cum, Cloud. Make me fucking cum right now," Sephiroth panted.

Cloud moaned, then made a suggestion that was sure to earn him bonus points. "Would you cum on my face, Sir?" he whispered, almost pretending to beg. He liked the idea of it, but hoped that Sephiroth would enjoy the idea much more. It would give the General a chance to show his dominant, powerful side that always seemed to come out during sex.

Sephiroth groaned loudly and pulled out of Cloud, then straddled the lithe blond, kneeling over his face. He quickly glanced down at Cloud's own pulsating cock, knowing the cadet would be aching to reach completion as well by then.

"Touch yourself, Cloud. Make yourself cum," he ordered. Cloud grasped his painfully hard cock and began to fist it as fast as he could, panting and whimpering as he did so. Sephiroth stroked himself dutifully, his eyes locking with Cloud's eyes. "F-fuck…" Sephiroth moaned. He watched as his cock began to spurt thick ropes of cum onto Cloud's face and aimed it for Cloud's mouth instead. As Cloud pretended to eagerly lap up the cum, his orgasm hit him. He cried out and let his cock release its seed, some of it landing on Sephiroth's ass.

Sephiroth knelt further forward and slid his slowly-softening cock into Cloud's mouth, gently fucking his face. Cloud moaned around it, sucking and milking the member for all he was worth. When they were both finally satiated, Sephiroth pulled away and headed toward the bathroom, curling a finger and motioning for Cloud to join him.

"We have yet to make good use of this large tub," Sephiroth said. "And we'd better hurry, because the pizza will be here any minute now." Cloud gulped and stumbled on behind the General. He was worn out completely, but as long as Sephiroth kept being nice to him, he would let the silver-haired bastard fuck him until he was no longer wanted. He just didn't want to get beaten again.