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When Cloud Strife decided to leave Nibelheim to join Shinra, many local folks thought it was a suicide mission! “Cloud Strife in the army? Only if it's to clean Sephiroth's underwear! With arms that thin, he can barely hold a weapon!”

This is what the ludicrous bullies said behind the blond boy's back and also to his face. Sometimes it was more entertaining to say it to his face as his skin would turn red and they could no longer see his sea of freckles. The insults filled poor Cloud with anger and embarrassment. After all, what was wrong about wanting to be a hero or follow in Sephiroth's footsteps? And by the way, Cloud would wash the Silver General's underwear with all the pleasure in the world, to the point that anyone would be able to bury their face in the freshly washed underwear and smell only the fabric softener handpicked by Cloud — because he knew which products were the SOLDIER's favorites as well as the size and color of the underwear after Sephiroth posed for the famous Kalm Klein. Cloud was a regular member of the fan club, so he knew what he was talking about. 

But! That would be too embarrassing to admit and Cloud's already terrible reputation would suffer irreparable damage if he did so... therefore, he would simply bite the inside of his chubby cheek and turn his face away, returning home after being made to look foolish once again.

However, there was one person who believed in the boy's potential, and that person was none other than Claudia Strife, Cloud's mother. She ran her hand through the boy's messy golden hair and encouraged him to follow his dreams, even if others thought it appropriate to criticize him for it. 

And that's what he did. Cloud would join Shinra and show Sephiroth that he was worthy of becoming a SOLDIER too, and everyone would see that they were wrong about him. Except that's not what happened — at least, not at first. 

Even Cloud reluctantly agreed that perhaps it was a suicide mission from the start, as he had not excelled in the tests, his performance was average at best, and to make matters worse, he had also failed the SOLDIER test. His letters home were always filled with sadness and doubt: had he done the right thing in leaving everything behind?

Until, on one of his missions as a simple trooper, he met Zack Fair, a man who had recently become a third-class SOLDIER and, oddly enough, was super upbeat and also came from a small town. He immediately took Cloud under his wing, even though the trooper was shy. Zack's justification was that they both had the same hair, just different colors. 

Obviously, the first thing Cloud thought — besides being grateful for Zack's sudden friendship — was that this could be a way to meet Sephiroth. Soon his gigantic and magnanimous crush was noticed by his new friend, and he was ecstatic at the possibility of the two meeting, getting married, and living happily ever after, yippee. 

So Cloud, shy as he was, obviously refused all of Zack's offers. Strife wanted so badly to meet the General, but at the same time, somehow, he didn't want to meet him. He knew this didn't make much sense, after all, his dream had always been to meet the other, and maybe, just maybe, they could go on a date? 

But the way things were now, he felt a certain insecurity. What if Sephiroth didn't even look in his direction or say, “Hi, what a hot day, isn't it?” 

And as if that wasn't enough, Cloud began to think of the most absurd things when Sephiroth was the focus of the discussion. What could he say that would be interesting enough for a war hero to pay attention to him? “Hello, I can wash your underwear, you know? Apparently, I was born for it."

However, Zack always made a point of dispelling Cloud's irrational fears, as he would never try to introduce him to someone who was arrogant or rude. “Come on, Cloudy. Don't you trust me?”

So Cloud agreed to go to a “sleepover” with three people, one of whom was his hero. Arriving at Zack's apartment, shaking like jelly, Strife knocked on the white door and Sephiroth answered, but instead of wearing a matching pajama set like Cloud's—long sleeves and pants, with a chocobo print in satin — he wore dark gray sweatpants with a low waist (perhaps too low, the trooper thought, seeing the white hem of the damn Kalm Klein underwear) and an extremely tight black T-shirt that left little to the imagination about where all those muscles were…

“God!” Cloud gasped aloud and almost killed himself right there in the doorway when he realized what he had said.

“Did I scare you?” Sephiroth asked and looked at the trooper who was shorter than him, causing the pair of glasses he wore to slide slightly down his long, elegant nose. 

“No! I–” Cloud shouted, desperate to fix that first impression. “It's just that I was expecting to see Zack...”

“He went to buy some snacks for the party and I couldn't leave you in the hallway. Come in.”  

Yes, of course Zack had things to buy right at the time of the party that had been scheduled two weeks ago. 

In addition to comfortable clothes and a pair of glasses, Sephiroth also had a towel around his neck, apparently to dry his wet hair after showering and Cloud almost rolled his eyes in delight at the delicious smell of vanilla coming from the man who watched him like a hawk, expressionless but with intense eyes. 

The two remained in that somewhat awkward silence until they spoke at the same time.

“Sephiroth.”

“Cloud.”

“You can speak first,” Cloud said, looking down, unable to maintain eye contact with those icy blue eyes, missing the smile Sephiroth gave him.

“Could you excuse me for a moment? I need to use the hair dryer. Although this is not my place, you can make yourself at home. You have my permission.”

And then he winked. 

Was he trying to joke? Not very funny though, but to Cloud it was the most endearing thing ever. 

At first the blond boy nodded in confirmation, but then when Sephiroth turned to go to the bathroom, he grabbed Sephiroth's wrist in a burst of courage.

“Hey, wait. I... can I help you? Your hair is really long.”

And that's how the two found themselves in the bathroom, Sephiroth sitting on a stool while Cloud stood behind him holding the hair dryer. It was more tiring and laborious than he had imagined, making his arms ache a little as he held all that hair, but at the same time, the boy was a fan, so he was in complete paradise. 

He took longer than necessary and ran his fingers through the silver strands as if they were a comb. Sephiroth's scent was so strong that it stirred his senses, leaving Cloud's whole body limp and about to become melted ice cream on the asphalt after a hot day. 

“You're good at this,” Sephiroth commented slowly amid the sound of the wind, like a cat being groomed. Which was a very appropriate comparison now. 

“T-Thank you.”

“I don't usually let anyone touch it, but... whenever I need a hairdresser, I know who to call now,” the silver-haired man declared and stared at Cloud's reflection in the mirror, and the boy really hoped that his own pink face was just a trick of the bathroom light. 

He bit his lip and went back to his “work” to avoid saying that there were other things he could do to serve Sephiroth, he just needed to ask. 

Sometimes... Cloud would brush his hand against the general's neck and he would shrug his shoulders slightly as if he had goose bumps, then return to his previous position. It could have gone unnoticed, but since the trooper was so close, he managed to notice it.

“Is he sensitive here?” Cloud wondered with intense joy. No one in the fan club knew about it and the boy from Nibelheim hoped he was the only one. “What if I did more than just touch his neck?”

“How cool! I see you two are already getting along!” Zack said as he opened the bathroom door and Cloud let out a scream and dropped the hair dryer, but before it could hit the floor and shatter into a million pieces, Sephiroth quickly caught it. 

“Cloud is good with his hands,” Sephiroth explained and the trooper almost fainted right then and there. 

“I need to use the bathroom now!” he said (screamed) and was left alone for a few minutes until he could breathe again. 

When his cheeks returned to a more or less normal color, Cloud decided to leave the bathroom and face his fate, whatever it might be, but when he entered the living room, he saw how everything was decorated in such a... cozy way—just like the movies he used to watch as a child. The colors blue and purple bathed the room, which was also lit by fairy lights, the kind used during WInter making everything look beautiful due to the dreamlike aspect, as if walking into a dream. Blankets of all kinds were on the floor and hung up to simulate a cabin, in addition to several pillows scattered around. 

Cloud had never been invited to a slumber party before by any of his neighbors or “friends” in Nibelheim; he only knew about them from movies, but he had always wanted to go to one like this. A year after joining Shinra, he thought that this “dream” was foolish and childish, even if he was still young, but now he realized that it had never gone away.

They ate and played games, both board games and video games, and it was with a shy smile that Cloud discovered that Sephiroth was very competitive and hated to lose, like, really hated it. The silver-haired man tried his best to win in a “whatever it takes” and “the ends justify the means” style, but he still lost everything. He didn't laugh out of respect when the terrible and fearsome General Sephiroth went bankrupt in Shinranopoly or carried so many Uno cards that he could barely hold them in his hands — and it wasn't for lack of space, because his hands were huge.

“No way, Cloud!” Zack shouted indignantly, pointing a finger at the boy's face and everything. “I saw you trying to give some of your money to this lowlife. If he wants something, he’ll have to mortgage the property.” 

“You forget yourself. This will come back to haunt you,” Sephiroth threatened him through gritted teeth, pushing Cloud’s hand full of money away. Would he have accepted it if he hadn’t been caught red-handed? “But thanks, Cloud.”

Cloud still couldn't get over the fact that he knew his name!

“You know what they say, unlucky at cards, lucky in love,” Zack said at last, being the winner of the game. 

“I thought it was the other way around,” Cloud said. 

“Shh!”

After brushing their teeth together in the bathroom, each with their own toothbrush (Zack using a blue one, Cloud a purple one, and Sephiroth an electric black one), it was finally time for the three of them to go to sleep. Strife thought that each would have a mattress or sleeping bag, but unfortunately there was only one bed, according to Zack. 

“Of course...” Cloud thought with dread and butterflies in his stomach. “One day I'll kill you, Zack.”

“I hate to do this, but you'll have to share the mattress under the blanket hut in the living room. It's the only queen-size mattress here and the bed in my room is a single... I know, it's a shame. But look on the bright side, it's a complete experience this way, right?”

Before the host could say anything about sharing body heat, he left them alone in the room where only the murmur of refrigerators and electronic devices could be heard. 

“Do you have a preference for which side to lie on?” Cloud asked shyly. Honestly, there wasn't much difference between the two sides, but maybe that was important to Sephiroth. 

“I'll take whichever one you decide.”

Cloud knew that Sephiroth shouldn't be happy about sleeping with a stranger, even during missions, it was common knowledge that he never shared his space with anyone, but those words, spoken so patiently and courteously, made him blush. 

Cloud chose the right side and Sephiroth the left, both under the same blanket, and even though they had their backs to each other, it seemed possible that they could bump into each other at any moment. 

“Night, sir,” Cloud said.

“Call me Sephiroth when we are alone.” A plea or an order, Cloud couldn't tell the difference then, but his heart beat faster anyway.

“Night, Sephiroth.”

Sephiroth. Cloud wanted to savor the word, say it slowly before burying the name into his pillow like a secret. He had said it a million times before, but he wanted to say it again and again and again. 

“Night, Cloud.”

Except that, he couldn't sleep. 

There was a clock in the living room and its sound couldn't be considered loud in any way, but for Cloud, blushing and nervous, it was terribly distracting. He moved in short, small movements so as not to disturb the other man, but it seemed he wasn't very successful.

“Can't sleep?” Sephiroth asked softly. 

“Yeah…”

“Turn around then.”

Cloud did and it was something magical. The lights were dim, but still on. Zack had explained that there was a kind of “timer” on them and they would probably turn off as soon as the two fell asleep. So now, Sephiroth's eyes looked more like two cut gems, the colored lights making the cyan blue look yellow, green, or red.

He looked like a dream. 

And, after turning around, they were so close to each other that Cloud could swear he could feel the older man's breath on his face.

“That's my first slumber party, do you think it's normal to lose sleep?” Sephiroth asked, whispering like a secret to their own world. No one else was allowed in. 

“It's my first too. And it is so cold,” Cloud answered and looked away. “I'm not wearing any socks.”

“There wasn't a pair of chocobo socks at that store?”

“Are you trying to be funny again? It’s not working,” Cloud asked, but immediately covered his mouth, shocked by his own disrespect. “I'm sorry, sir.”

Sephiroth merely laughed as if he liked when Cloud just said the first thing that came to mind. 

“It's okay, it just means I have to try harder next time. Now here, feel my feet.”

“Hm? Ah! They're like two ice cubes!” Cloud explained, shocked, and Sephiroth gave him a sly smile. It was interesting to see this side of him as if they were two friends who teased each other like that. 

“See? We're in the same boat.” 

Sephiroth didn't move his feet away, leaving them against Cloud's until they were nice and warm. He would leave them there all night if the trooper didn't complain. Sometimes the blond felt Sephiroth's fingers under the sole of his foot and it tickled, but it wasn't that bad. 

He yawned and the lights went out, removing Sephiroth's image in front of him, feeling only his presence. 

“Where are you from?”

“Nibelheim.”

“And what do you think of Midgar so far?” 

“Loud, noisy, people are impatient, but it's also exciting to be here, where big things happen.” 

“I've been to Nibelheim before, I lived there for a while.” 

“Really?!” So many possibilities were running through his head now. What would it have been like to grow up with Sephiroth as a friend in a city that wasn't so welcoming? To be close and have fun the way they did now? 

“Yes, but I hardly ever left the lab, so you wouldn't have seen me there. But I confess I wanted to go out several times, I like nature. Can you tell me what it's like?”

So Cloud did, he explored a lot on his own — careful not to go to areas with monsters, “I'd kill them for you,” Sephiroth said when he mentioned that. The man rarely interrupted him except to ask a few questions, and by the time Cloud realized it, he had already fallen asleep. 

In the morning, the trooper woke up and thought someone was hugging him, but when he opened his eyes, there was nothing there. 

Two months passed and the old, sad Cloud gave way to a happier, more confident one. The euphoria of having new friends, one of whom was General Sephiroth, was a constant source of energy. He felt like he could do anything and everything most days. 

And Zack was always right: Sephiroth was incredible. Even more incredible than Cloud had expected and every day his admiration grew even more. He adored him so much and never tired of seeing a new side of his hero — Zack asked him to stop calling General Sephiroth that, but the silver-haired man seemed happy to hear the word from Cloud's mouth.

That being said, the SOLDIER was always there, always. It was even somewhat amusing how he always seemed to know where Cloud was and what he was doing, even though the boy had not shared his schedule with him; the man was like a guardian angel. Whenever the trooper needed help or was being harassed by superiors and peers, always the smallest and weakest, Sephiroth made a point of stopping any persecution that was happening, choosing to go after the bullies behind Cloud until they begged for mercy. 

When Cloud asked how Sephiroth could always know where he was, the man told him he had his ways. But of course he did, he was the General and a first-class SOLDIER, of course he would have access to all that information, he probably knew everything about everyone. 

Everyone looked at Cloud with fear now, to the point of pissing their pants, but the blond boy couldn't see any of that, too busy having heart-eyes for Sephiroth. 

“You have a lot of potential, Cloud,” Sephiroth said (purred) one day as he touched Cloud's arms over his Shinra uniform. The two were alone in his office after the SOLDIER interrupted Cloud's work. “A lot of potential indeed.”

“S-Sir?”

“I told you not to call me that when we are alone,” Sephiroth whispered, his feline eyes watching Cloud as if he were a source of water in the desert, an oasis after months of walking under the sun. 

“I can't help it, it just flows from my mouth.” Cloud couldn't help himself in many areas of his life, including not getting aroused when Sephiroth grabbed his waist and forced him to turn around, chest to back. He felt like a rag doll in the other's large, gloved hands, but that didn't bother him, quite the contrary. 

It was almost cruel of Sephiroth to make him feel that way when Cloud had no chance. But the older man really seemed to want only his good and nothing else. 

“I think I can get used to it if it's from you. Does anyone know you're here? Or followed you?” 

“Why? Do you plan on murdering me and disposing of my body?” 

Instead of feeling insulted by yet another unfiltered silly remark from Cloud, Sephiroth laughed close to the boy's ear. Almost making him melt to the floor.

One day he commented to Zack that it was very easy to make Sephiroth laugh, that the General found anything Cloud said funny.

With that confession, Zack stared at him as if he were crazy.

“I would never, no. You have a lovely body, it would be a pity to have it killed by my hands.” With his hands on Cloud's hips, Sephiroth explained himself. “I want to know why you didn't become a SOLDIER.”

This made him pause and turn his head to face Sephiroth, the difference in height being almost comical, but the narrow pupils gave him his full attention. 

“Well...” Cloud sighed. “The short answer is that I'm allergic to mako, and that prevents me from becoming a real SOLDIER like you.” 

“Dear boy, don't look sad,” Sephiroth said, delicately holding Cloud's face so he wouldn't run away from his stare. “That can be arranged.”

“Truly?”

“Do you trust me?” 

“Of course, I do.” 

“Then I'll turn you into a fine SOLDIER. Not like the rest, but like me. Do you want that?”

“Yes…” 

Sephiroth smiled proudly almost as if he had won something important.

“Then become my student.”

“Ah! But sir!” Cloud squeaked, turned around completely and looked up at Sephiroth, causing his neck to ache. “As far as I know, you never had students before.”

“I haven’t, you’d be my first. So what do you say? We’d work on your mako resistance and train your body, it is not something impossible.”

“Of course, I wanna be your student, sir. Please, teach me everything you know. Or should I call you ‘teacher’ now?”

Before he could say more, Sephiroth put his gloved fingers over Cloud’s lips, gently. 

“This is something to keep between us because I fear others would get jealous over the favoritism I’m showing you. Okay?”

“Okay!” 

So no HR was involved in this deal — to Sephiroth's delight, who finally found something he didn't know he was looking for. 

The weeks that followed were tough for Cloud, but he chose not to give up and to do his best again and again, even though his sweat dripped onto the floor and he fell to his knees after each training session with Sephiroth. The older man seemed to enjoy seeing him like this, as he always repeated “one more time” with a smirk, wielding his sword without mercy or pity. 

The silver-haired man was indifferent to the inconvenience of training Cloud and dealing with his limitations, which were different from the others. He never seemed impatient or frustrated with the trooper's performance, and that made Cloud's heart warm and then freeze when he remembered that the other was just his superior, teacher and friend. 

But it wasn't all bad, since he received rewards in return, as a good tutor, Sephiroth made sure to leave his body in excellent condition after the torture sessions. 

“Take off your clothes,” he said once while the two were inside Sephiroth's apartment — a new achievement for the fanboy in Cloud, who mentally noted everything as if his brain were a camera. 

“What?!” The trooper shouted, covering his body (specifically his nipples) with his hands. He was only wearing a towel after showering and only because Sephiroth had insisted that if Cloud wanted to be a SOLDIER like him, then he should smell like him too and... use the same shampoo and conditioner? 

But he admitted that the sweet, intoxicating smell of vanilla was nice, maybe even too nice, since he had to concentrate on not imagining Sephiroth naked in that shower too and using the same products. 

However, Cloud couldn't think about that again at that moment, he had more important things to deal with, such as…

“Well, I think you're already undressed,” Sephiroth commented, tactful as always. “So if you want to keep the towel on, that's fine, but lie down on the bed.”

“What for?”

“Didn't you complain that your body was hurting? Then I'll give you a massage.”

Cloud had never been religious, but he began to pray mentally right there. May some higher power be watching over him now and have mercy or else he would cum on General Sephiroth's expensive silk sheets.

“Lie on your stomach, that's right.”

“Argh!” Cloud followed the instructions as mechanically as a robot and let out a small cry when he felt a liquid on his back. 

“Relax, it's just oil,” Sephiroth ordered and began to slide his bare hands, without gloves or uniform, over Cloud's skin. “Look how tense you are, no wonder it hurts so much.”

Sephiroth caressed Cloud's back like someone who wanted to calm a frightened animal. The touches were light and the tips of his nails didn't scratch the skin, they were more like feathers, going back and forth, giving the poor boy goosebumps. The trooper buried his face in the pillow and immediately regretted it when his sense of smell was assaulted by Sephiroth's scent. This could only be hell — one skillfully crafted just for Cloud Strife, SOLDIER's number one fan. 

The now teacher squeezed the skin and began to move with more precise and stronger movements, but not to hurt his beloved student, only to undo those knots of tension in his back. Boldly, Sephiroth lowered the white towel a little and focused his touch on Cloud's coccyx until he got closer and closer to that pert ass that seemed to stick out more and more, whether from fear or tension, that didn't matter to the SOLDIER, who purposely poured more oil there, near his object of desire, and watched the liquid run down between the boy's reddened buttocks with a singular fascination. It would leave him relaxed and wet enough.

Sephiroth climbed onto the bed and his thighs sank slightly into the mattress, causing it to sway when he stood over Cloud, but without sitting on his thighs, otherwise the boy would feel the bulge inside the General's pants. That was just a shadow of what he could do: leave him there with no chance of escape, totally melted on the sheets and at his mercy.

“I learned this technique from a great sage at Wall Market,” the General leaned in to whisper, his silver hair brushing against Cloud who groaned uncomfortably. Sephiroth clenched his fists and used them to caress Cloud's flesh where his spine ended and his waist began, imagining what it would be like to do more than just a simple massage. “This is part of your training, Cloud, don't forget.”

“Hmn—okay, sir,” Strife moaned muffled against the pillow. He had just taken a shower, but he was already sweating as if he had run a marathon. 

“I only want what's best for you…” And Sephiroth was the best, wasn't he? He saw Cloud for what he truly was: a pretty and delicate gem. The teacher wouldn't take that for granted. 

“I understand. T-Thank you, sir.” If he had moaned the pronoun of address, Sephiroth did not dare say anything.

So he didn't mind training Cloud to become a SOLDIER and stay by his side. He also didn't mind training Cloud for other means — such as being his. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked, just as a small treat for his dear and cute Cloud. Should he go faster or slower? 

“No, it's…” So good, that's what he truly wanted to say.

Excited by Cloud's reactions, Sephiroth felt determined to continue running his thumb along the boy's spine, applying pressure to the skin and feeling each bone.

“I think this is where you're most tense... But if you relax.” Sephiroth whispered until he reached the area between the two buttocks, sliding his finger between them and touching that tight, wrinkled little hole. It should feel so good around Sephiroth.

But the silver-haired man's fantasy was ruined by none other than Cloud. The blond moved abruptly and, in addition to managing to escape, knocked Sephiroth down who fell on his ass on the floor. 

“Ouch!”

“Enough, enough! I'm done, I need to leave now,” he shouted as he held the towel in front of his aroused parts as if his life depended on it. 

Sephiroth was so nice, and there was Cloud... the biggest pervert on the face of the earth. He should leave now before something terrible, a white explosion, happened. 

“Thanks for the massage, I feel better already. Bye!”

Sephiroth (still lying on the floor and hard) snorted in frustration, blowing his messy hair out of his face. With a very unfriendly look on his face, he thought he needed to be more aggressive in his seduction next time. 

One fine day, no different from any other, Cloud was walking through the corridors of the Shinra building. Nothing surprising.

The massage incident had happened some time ago, and Cloud may or may not have left white stains on Sephiroth's towel after running home, but the towel was white too, and after a good wash, no one would notice his sins there. However, he admitted that he had been avoiding his teacher a little due to the shame he felt, because only with the clarity of an orgasm did Cloud feel the weight of his actions. 

How could he look Sephiroth in the face now when he barked at Cloud to go faster, to attack with desire and force? He was just a poor trooper full of hormones. 

Distracted by his spiral of despair, Cloud hit his head on a hard wall. If he had gone harder, he would have made his nose bleed, and wait... that wasn't a wall at all, but Sephiroth's muscular chest, exposing the little heart in the middle of the ‘X’ on his uniform that Cloud had never noticed before.

“S-Sir, sorry, I didn't see where I was going.”

“Hm,” Sephiroth looked exhausted and even though he still looked gorgeous, it was impossible not to notice the dark circles under his eyes and the obvious bad mood he was in. The general smiled belatedly, as if remembering that he needed to act friendly. “I need you to come with me, it's urgent.” 

The two walked in complete silence, Sephiroth looking ahead and Cloud staring at his own uniform and boots. Was he going to be fired? Was Sephiroth no longer satisfied with his performance and had finally realized that training Cloud wasn't worth it? 

Finally, the two arrived at Sephiroth's apartment and Cloud trembled. 

“I... need to get back to my station.

Sephiroth didn't answer him and Cloud sighed deeply before following him into the house. In the living room, there were tapes on the coffee table, as well as syringes and other medical devices. 

“Er...”

“Have you been drinking the serum I gave you?”

“Yes, every morning as you instructed.” 

The “serum” Sephiroth was talking about was a liquid compound made from small doses of mako that increased in concentration each day, baby steps. It would make Cloud's body resistant for when he finally took his long-awaited injection to become a SOLDIER. Or so his teacher said. 

At first, the boy felt afraid when he saw a glass of white liquid, but at the same time... it glowed green just like the healing materia that his other classmates carried, but in the end, the taste was acceptable.

“Good to know, we've been on this treatment for some time now, there's just one thing you need to do to become a SOLDIER.”

“What? Is it that simple?” 

“Simple? We've been at this for months,” Sephiroth said with some impatience. Months and nothing, he would end up dying with his hand around his–

Sephiroth forced himself to take a deep breath. Today was the day, and everything would work out.

“Very well, Cloud. There's just one more thing you need to do before you finally become a SOLDIER.”

“B-Bring it on, sir!” he stammered as he felt that big hand slowly move across his crotch and stop at his hip, holding him tightly. 

“The lab requires a sample of your fluids. More precisely... your semen.”

…

“Why would they want that? I wouldn't want to question the scientists, but is… that really the only way to become a SOLDIER?”

Sephiroth seemed ready for this question and smiled confidently, as he always did when he wanted to convince Cloud to train for six hours straight against Shinra's AI.

“You underestimate what a man's sperm can show, all the health and genetic material in a single drop...”

“What are they going to use my semen for?” Cloud asked, a tad bit scared, but not as resistant as before and at that, Sephiroth smiled. Hook, line and sinker. 

The boy looked scared at his teacher who giggled as if it were something hysterical, putting his hands on his hips and laughing. 

“Does that matter?” 

“Well, yes? It matters to me! What if…” Cloud began to whisper nervously, then whispered the rest of his question as if it were a secret. ”What if it's used to impregnate someone without my consent?

“Oh, but you signed up for that actually, remember? You agreed that, after joining Shinra, your semen is to be used for whatever purposes they see fit.” 

Cloud cursed his past self for being so irresponsible! Now he would have a baby made of mako and... wait a minute, why was Sephiroth laughing?

“You… You are joking, right? Oh my God, you are a joke!”

“Language.”

“You are a joke, sir.” 

“Don't worry, Cloud,” Sephiroth said and approached his pupil, caressing his shoulders as if removing some non-existent dirt, then held his face, which fit perfectly in his hands. “I won't let you become a father at such a young age, we wouldn't want that, right? I'll take care of you.”

So there they were, sitting on the couch in front of the big TV showing a simple porn movie, without any frills and straight to the point. Cloud thought he would do it in a lab, just with his hand and a magazine (he heard that sperm donation was like that), but às his teacher, Sephiroth, told him he would be with him every step of the way to make sure everything went well. 

As if he were the most invasive nurse ever... 

That said, he removed the top part of his iconic uniform, leaving only his pants on, until he unzipped the front of his crotch, giving a glimpse of his Kalm Klein underwear. 

But then again, the story of the porn movie was kind of charming, he had to admit. A man helped a woman who didn't have an umbrella get home and then he showed her his real “umbrella” when he dropped her off at her house, and the woman, full of gratitude, decided to invite him in. Was it the kind of adult movie Sephiroth liked? Did Sephiroth even like adult movies in general?

There were so many unanswered questions... 

Who would have thought that masturbating with the General was a requirement to become a SOLDIER? But had anyone else gone through that? 

Cloud hoped he was the only one, as he considered himself to be in a privileged position now that he could glimpse what the General was hiding inside his pants. Sephiroth's cock (he took it out without thinking twice) was gigantic. Veiny and thick and juicy and, and, and Cloud couldn't even compare to that!

“Wow, this umbrella has a thousand and one functions!” The actress said at the same time that Sephiroth grabbed his own hard penis, starting to jerk off right there as if there were no problem at all. Cloud couldn't look away. 

“It's okay, Cloud, just let go and relax,” Sephiroth said.

But it was too much pressure for the SOLDIER candidate. The sound of sex coming from the television, Sephiroth at his side, and the pressure to cum were having the opposite effect, and after three minutes, the silver-haired man was getting suspicious.

“Why aren't you getting hard?” He never thought he would hear those words coming out of Sephiroth's mouth, in such a concerned tone, as if it were the end of the world if Cloud's humble cock couldn't rise to the occasion. Strife choked on the air and coughed, all sorts of embarrassed. 

“I don't… I don't really…” How could even Sephiroth's glans be so perfect? It should be illegal. 

“Masturbate?” Sephiroth asked, drawing Cloud's attention back to those seductive cyan blue eyes. Damn.

“I-I do.” Many times. After their training. “It's just that the porn is not my cup of tea, I guess.” 

“Hm, I see,” Sephiroth murmured and paused the film, turning his body to give his full attention to the student, cock still hard and hitting his stomach. “I have to make sure you are comfortable since it's a very important step before you become a SOLDIER like me. Tell me what would you like to watch?” 

You, Cloud thought. 

“Are you sure that we should be doing this, sir? It sounds wrong…”

“Nonsense, the lab needs to analyze your semen, Cloud. And I won't leave until you are 100% satisfied and cum.”

Cloud was going to faint! What sort of aggressive dirty talking was that? And why did he like it?

“So tell me, Cloud…” Sephiroth said, purring the name of the prey, getting closer and closer to his victim, who was unable to look away from that fleshy, seductive mouth. “Don't make me repeat myself.”

“I… I like men,” he explained as if lost in a trance. “Muscly men and tall too, taller than me. Strong, who will command others and will simply take what he wants to take. Fearless. I think this is so hot.” 

“Like me?” Sephiroth asked and that almost killed poor Cloud. 

“No!” he shouted as the light from the TV bathed his confused and panicked face. Sephiroth couldn't know!  “What are you talking about? Not like you at all!” 

But the General didn't understand, Cloud just described him. But if he liked someone who would just take, then he didn't need any further motivation. 

“So let's try something different. Close your eyes, Cloud.”

Cloud did so and as he felt skilled hands unbuttoning his uniform, undoing each button to undress him. And as soon as those cold fingers touched his feverish skin, he immediately shivered. 

“S-S-Sir?” That almost didn't come out! And after Cloud squealed desperately, hungry lips tasted his neck once more. Breathing heavily, enveloping him completely, in a world of their own. “Arghn!” 

“Relax,” Sephiroth whispered against his bruised and saliva-covered neck, Cloud trembled from head to toe with the words brushing against him there. Finding the situation very amusing, Sephiroth sucked him on one side and then the other, pulling away just enough to see the red heart-shaped mark, it would be one of his gifts to Cloud.

The kisses on his neck became hickies, and then those became bites, so aggressive that they made Cloud feel like he was being devoured by a monster. But still, he didn't open his eyes, because above all else, Cloud Strife was obedient. Even if only one person had the privilege of seeing that side of that one in front of him. 

If the General told him to be quiet and still, he would obey. The final word was always his, and Cloud liked that.

A growl tore from Sephiroth's throat and he pulled the boy onto his lap, which was comical considering how small he was in comparison when sitting like that on the General's thick thighs. 

“Cute,” he whispered, and a shameful heat rose through Cloud's gut. 

The older one began kissing the boy's neck and face, a tenderness that contrasted with the way he also began rubbing his hard cock against Cloud's ass who couldn't resist it and moaned loudly for the first time that night. It wouldn't fit inside him.

“Do you realize how you make me feel, Cloud?” Sephiroth asked against the boy's sweaty cheek, burning with shame. “I'm like this because of you. I want to fuck you so badly it drives me crazy, and you play with me. You torture me.”

“Me?” he asked out loud, stunned. Was Sephiroth losing his mind because of little old trooper Cloud Strife?

“You won’t run away from me this time.” The promise sounded like a delicious threat that the blond boy was more than ready to explore. 

Cloud, a natural whore and thirsty for more attention from the General, grinded against his hard member (in that state because of him) and screamed when he felt sharp teeth on his jugular vein, which came as retaliation. With a red face, uniform falling from his shoulder, and skilled hips, he was putting on a show for his oh-so-dedicated teacher. He wrapped his bare legs around Sephiroth's waist and sought to give pleasure to both of them in an imitation of sex, sitting on the older man's lap even though they were separated by clothes and scratching that pale back under the sea of silvery hair, soft as silk. 

“I want that, sir. Please,” Cloud moaned sweetly, so sweetly that Sephiroth needed to taste those words straight from his mouth and immediately decided to kiss him. All tongue and teeth, an intensity that didn't belong to their first time locking lips, but it was perfect anyway. The two lost themselves in a dirty kiss where the boy couldn't keep up and gasped into Sephiroth's mouth who continued to abuse his half-open mouth with his tongue. 

Saliva dripped from the corners of Cloud's mouth as he was devoured whole by the man, he was a mess. Hands pulled at his blond hair and squeezed his slim waist, leaving finger marks that wouldn't fade anytime soon, but when the boy tried to reach for his own excited member to get some relief, the hands changed direction to hold his wrists, preventing him. 

“I will be the one touching you here, remember? I need to conduct the experiment properly.”

Oh, yes. The experiment.

“Be my guest then,” Cloud slurred the words, drunk after being kissed so relentlessly. He felt dizzy, as if lava was running through his veins, but he had no time to recover and soon whined at the petting that followed by Sephiroth's bully hands.

The tall man looked at the small member in his hands almost curiously, a fascination taking over his feline eyes whenever he noticed the differences between him and Cloud. His tiny and lithe body despite the arduous training, his fluffy hair, rosy cheeks covered by freckles —  the cock was cute really, like the rest of him. He admired Cloud for a little longer and watched as the younger man licked his own swollen lips, tasting the taste of their mouths together while moaning and rubbing himself against Sephiroth's hard cock. 

He wanted to observe him forever and keep a diary, draw him, or do anything else to keep track of how Cloud behaved, breathed, or walked, but the SOLDIER had already waited too long. He was past any grace and patience, desire clouded his mind completely. No longer a calm and collected leader, but a hungry beast, he would fuck the boy right then and there if he could, but instead of that, Sephiroth played with the other's private parts as if he was dealing with a toy, his toy. He ran his stiff thumb, used to holding a sword, over the pink, wet little head roughly and even cruelly considering how sensitive that part of the body was, but it wasn't his fault that Cloud sounded so beautiful when he was suffering. Moaning, gasping, crying and moving his whole body as if he didn't know whether to go or stay, a pleasure too great to fit inside him.

The boy stretched his body, throwing himself back and thrusting his appetizing chest into the General's face and calling out to him: Sephiroth, Sephiroth, sir, please, help me. 

Whenever they trained together, the teacher made sure to exhaust him enough to get a more than tempting view of his Cloud: on his knees, sweaty and panting, red from head to toe, begging for more. However, he had to admit that now, this was his favorite version of Cloud. 

Indifferent to the desperate pleas, Sephiroth played a little more, totally transfixed by seeing a few white drops coming out of Cloud's cute penis, just a prelude to what was to come. He teased the narrow little hole and the boy cried.

“S-Sir, can I cum?” he asked and wiggled on the teacher's lap in search of more movement. “Can I cum, please? It hurts.” 

Poor thing, they had barely started and he already wanted to cum by his hand? Well, Cloud was younger, probably that was why.

“No,” Sephiroth said and knelt in front of the boy sitting on the couch. The SOLDIER finished removing his trooper uniform, leaving him completely naked right there in the living room, the porn movie still paused and covering the boy with a beautiful blue light. With a flushed face, messy hair, and hard nipples, he was a vision of paradise. “But you can watch.”

Cloud immediately opened his eyes, but regretted his decision as soon as he saw what was happening. He almost came right there and if it weren't for Sephiroth's grip around his cock, he would have covered the hero's face with cum.

His childhood hero was on his knees, and even in this “humiliating” situation, he managed to exude such grandeur that it played tricks on his mind: who was serving whom? 

The silver-haired man’s hair was slightly out of place and Cloud realized he needed to try harder to mess it up too, as he was sure he looked pathetic to the other man. He wanted to do something to leave his mark on the one who always seemed so organized, without a hair out of place. Finally, Sephiroth smiled as his pupils dilated, the embodiment of a cat who got the cream. 

“If you want to cum so badly, you can do it in my mouth,” Sephiroth said close to Cloud's belly, kissing and tattooing every word on his skin.

Before Cloud could do anything, Sephiroth swallowed him whole. It didn't seem so challenging due to his size, but the man moaned anyway, as if he were fucking Cloud's mouth at that moment and not the other way around. His long, elegant nose touched the boy's blond pubic hair, and he lingered there, sucking slowly by hollowing his cheeks and licking each vein. 

The wet sucking sounds were enough to make Cloud almost explode with embarrassment. He wanted to close his eyes again, but he couldn't look away from the other man's expression of delight. Sephiroth noticed his awkwardness and took Cloud's hands to his own silver hair, then positioned the boy's plump thighs over his shoulders. He wanted to suffocate between the legs of that (not so) innocent trooper. 

He was curious too, what would Cloud's cum taste like? Would it be like his? He was dying to try it. He closed his eyes for a moment and smelled his scent from there, shamelessly. He was hungry. 

Sephiroth looked up at Cloud, blinking his long eyelashes slowly, his eyes darkened with desire, the boy felt even more embarrassed then because that sadistic and dominant pose was a preview of what he would suffer now. No sooner said than done, Sephiroth removed the cock from his mouth with a “pop” and lowered his face to Cloud's balls, playing with them and putting as much of the sack as he could in his mouth, eventually soaking them with saliva. He sucked them hard and then ran his devilish tongue between the crease of the sack. 

“Ahn, t-too much,” Cloud moaned and pulled at the silver hair to make him stop, but it didn’t work. 

Sephiroth was the one who decided things, so as punishment, he slid his sharp teeth into that thin, sensitive skin, and Cloud sobbed, his bare legs moving wildly, trapping Sephiroth between them. Sephiroth sighed contentedly, drunk with control over Cloud as he sucked him. He would never let the boy rest again. 

The Silver Demon moved away slightly and brought a free hand to Cloud's tight little hole. There was so much drool that it ended up slightly wetting it there too, but it would work. The boy jumped in fright and the teacher gave him another order. 

“Touch your nipples.”

“What?” 

“I want to watch while I play with you here,” he explained calmly. They were so pink and small, he bet Cloud would melt like ice cream when he touched them. 

Strife did as he was told and let out a long scream when he felt a finger penetrating him in a place where... he never thought he would be touched, not even Strife had done that there — but of course Sephiroth would be the first. He gasped and sobbed as he touched his hard little breasts, trying to imitate what he had seen in the video earlier of the girl pleasuring herself, and his vision was clouded by hot tears falling down his face due to the multiple stimuli, but he could still see Sephiroth watching him obsessively.

“S-Stop looking, you're embarrassing me,” he cried as he twisted his fingers around his nipples, unable to stop. He arched his back and lifted the trembling legs, not knowing what to do with himself, wanting to hide behind his knees.

“I'll look at you as much as I want,” he explained, bossy as ever. “And film you too, we'll have our own movie collection without needing those tapes. I have my own porn star right here in front of me.” 

“You...”

Cloud couldn't think of anything else, his mind completely blank. The heat in his cock came and went, the vibrant burning sensation he felt in his hole was just a comma in his train of thought of “Sephiroth is touching me inside, fingering me and sucking me off”, it was the fantasy of his life and he even pinched himself to see if he wasn't dreaming. Sephiroth saw this little detail and laughed. 

“This is very much real,” he whispered, his deep voice a wreck. “You're so tight, my sweet boy. And wet too, you have such a cute little hole and it's all for me right?”

“I-It's for you, it has always been…”

So obedient, so good. 

“I will fill you up with my cum and fuck you the way you deserve. Soon.”

With that, Sephiroth went back to sucking Cloud's adorable cock, bobbing his head up and down and sticking his finger in that throbbing little ass, forcing his way in. He needed to open it up as much as possible and it was so hot and tight that he had trouble moving inside, he could hardly imagine what it would be like around him. 

He shoved another finger in without mercy and Cloud was so small that he moaned as if he were already being fucked by Sephiroth's cock and not just two simple fingers. Wickedly, the older man licked the area being forcibly stretched around his fingers, kissing the wrinkled, twitching skin as if it were Cloud's tiny mouth. It was the only act of tenderness before he went back to fucking him hard. The teacher felt the younger man's cock drip excitedly against his cheek, leaving Sephiroth's face a mess, but he clearly didn't care. 

The teacher swallowed the dripping member again, lips sealed around it like a vice, and found that sensitive spot inside that made Cloud scream and curl all his toes. It was adorable, and it served as motivation to pound his prostate even harder, ignoring Strife's tears and screams. Until suddenly, everything went quiet and the boy came in his mouth. 

The SOLDIER moaned with pleasure as the sperm took over his taste buds. Cloud was as delicious as he had imagined he would be, different from his “minty” one. 

A burning white delicacy. 

After the meal, Sephiroth diligently cleaned the spent member with his tongue, moving up and down the thirsty muscle until Cloud scratched him lightly. 

“Tickles,” Strife mumbled.

“I need to clean you, love.”

Then he removed his fingers from inside the trembling body and stood up. Towering over Cloud draped on the couch, Sephiroth hooked his hard cock from inside his underwear and began to touch it quickly and expertly until he moaned long and deep, cumming all over Cloud's chest and marking him with his seed. 

He ran his large hand (which covered a large expanse of Cloud's skin) over him and messed him up even more, spreading the semen over those bruised nipples until Cloud sobbed weakly. His little mouth formed an adorable pout, calling for Sephiroth without saying a word, and his eyes, red from crying, created a beautiful image, worthy of an angel. 

The older man's heart, which many thought was made of stone, grew and quickened at the sight of him. He wanted this to become routine. 

“You taste so good, Cloud,” he whispers, a smile from ear to ear. Then, he kissed Cloud's unresponsive mouth and lifted him up, carrying him to the master suite. 

The orgasm left the trooper completely out of breath, floating. His limp body was laid face down on the bed, just like that day of the massage, and even though he was barely there, he raised his hips for Sephiroth, who laughed amusedly. 

“You’re perfect, aren’t you?”

The man used his large hands to spread the boy's buttocks apart, leaving him exposed in a humiliating way. His whole body flushed as he felt the cold air on such a warm part of his body, and he buried his face in Sephiroth's pillow, gradually returning to normal. 

With his heavy cock in his hands, Sephiroth slid the dripping head over Strife's hole, which didn't even look like it had been fingered there for long minutes because it was still so wrinkled, but the older man's member would do the job right in clearing the way.

“I had something from you here,” Sephiroth explained and touched his own throat, Cloud looking at him from his position on all fours. Blue eyes shone bright due to his tears. “Now, you’ll have something from me inside you too.”

First, Sephiroth held Cloud's trembling hips, making him move up and down with his buttocks hugging the SOLDIER's hot flesh. He was so sensitive that he seemed to feel every detail before the man tried to pierce him with it, the glans, the veins, he felt everything. He gasped like a bitch in heat, as if he were already being fucked even though they hadn't even started yet. 

“Will it fit?” he whispered, voice shy and quiet. 

“I'll make it fit,” Sephiroth assured him. It was almost impossible to look away from Cloud's body beneath him, but he did so in order to kiss the boy's face. “You can take it, right? You’re not scared?”

“I'm not made of glass otherwise I wouldn't be able to train with you,” Cloud said and attacked the General's lips, biting them in a rare display of playfulness. “That was our… foreplay? A restaurant wasn't romantic enough for you?” 

Sephiroth could have talked to him from the start, but he preferred to devise elaborate plans that made no sense. 

“Isn't it nice like this?” 

“We'll see.”

Sephiroth playfully slapped his ass for disobedience, watching as the immaculate back turned red under his fingers. 

“Behave. Where’s my sweet student who called me sir?” 

Cloud didn't answer and just buried his head between his forearms, ready to receive Sephiroth inside him, opening his legs just a little bit wider. The young blond felt oil being poured over his backside and shivered all over, the liquid slid down his little hole to his balls. Sephiroth lightly rested his body on top of Cloud, covering him completely, and kissed him on the shoulder. This was the warning before he grabbed the blond's hair between his fingers and penetrated him hard. 

He cried and sniffed, tears falling on Sephiroth's sheets, but Cloud didn't want to stop. 

“So fucking tight…”

“It’s so big, oh my god, oh my god–” He repeated it, immersed in a trance, sly and broken while his body moved back and forth under the heavy thrusts. The sound of Sephiroth's balls slapping against his ass was something he would never forget and it made his excited cock drip copiously even though he had recently cum. It wouldn't be long before he offered his superior another orgasm.  

The feeling of Sephiroth's cock exploring his entire interior was inexplicable. Cloud rolled his blue eyes and moaned out of rhythm, mouth open and in shock. There was nowhere to run and nothing to do but force his entrance to accept more and more of that long, thick dick that never seemed to end, seeming to reach his throat.

Sephiroth pulled him by the hair so he could kiss him, even if clumsily. Silver strands caressed his face, but Cloud only knew how to offer him the screams and moans that tore at his throat, his tongue stretched out. 

“I meant to turn you into a SOLDIER with a needle and give you my blood at first, but… this is way more fun right?” Sephiroth explained as he pressed his lips against Cloud's open mouth, sucking on his pink tongue. “Look at how you scream on my cock, Cloud.”

“Sir, please. D-Don’t stop, please,” Cloud screamed without even knowing what he was asking for. The constant abuse against his prostate at Sephiroth's slightest movement left him dizzy.  

“I won’t.”

The General felt when Cloud came again, as he squeezed his thick cock as if there were no tomorrow and would have fallen face first onto the bed if Sephiroth hadn't hugged him, following the blond and coming voluminously inside Cloud, painting the inside white. Strife moaned breathlessly at having the hot cum filling him nonstop and sensing the excess liquid running down the back of his thighs in a vulgar manner, as Sephiroth continued to fuck him brutally, aiming to cum once more. Being a SOLDIER, he didn't tire so easily, and Cloud needed a good dose of mako for his first time.

Strife scratched him and screamed, having nothing else to offer but his own numb state. 

“Look at you, can’t even speak. Panting like a whore,” Sephiroth commented when he saw Cloud mumbling softly, as if he had forgotten letters and words, a mixture of “sir” and “Sephiroth” that sounded too broken to make sense since he was receiving the fucking of his life. Fucked beyond stupid, he couldn’t think of anything else besides the huge cock penetrating him. 

When Sephiroth grabbed his forgotten cock, he was done for and came weakly, dripping pathetically all over the man’s fingers and finding himself on the verge of passing out. Another load of cum filled him up and Sephiroth complimented him as he was such a good student, the best! He couldn’t wish for anything else. 

The SOLDIER left Cloud's ravaged body and let him lie on the bed while he looked at the thoroughly ruined and cum-soaked opening.

After a long few minutes, Cloud stretched his arms out in the direction he thought Sephiroth was, as he remained with his eyes closed, silently asking for a hug. The man obviously indulged him and began kissing Cloud's neck again, he decided it was his favorite place.

After a particularly strong bite, the trooper opened his eyes, giving a glimpse of mako in them. A green where before there was only blue.

“Hope you enjoyed your promotion.”