Different Desires, Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core (Angeal/Cloud) Title: Different desires Author/Artist: shimyaku Rating: R Warnings: Young and lustful Cloud, implied underage 'intimacy' Word count: 906 Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Angeal/Cloud: age differences - In his bed too quick. Summary: Cloud appears unexpectedly in Angeal's apartment with a personal question for the Commander. A/N: Late did you say? >.< I was quite inspired by this prompt, though I'm not sure if it shows? Anyway, I'm thinking of expanding it at some point, when one finds the time~.
Angeal had known somebody was waiting for him from the moment he'd stepped foot back in his apartment, the bedroom light glowing unusually from down the hall. Naturally the last person he'd imagined it would be was Cloud - Cadet Strife he should say - Zack's 'bestest buddy', a cadet in the training squadron he was overseeing currently, as well as the object of his own silent affections - the latter being a fact he felt little but shame for, though the feeling had only seemed to grow the more he pushed it away. Yet here he was now, a bundle of awkward, slender limbs and too-blue eyes waiting patiently atop the turned-down sheets of his very own bed.
His bed.
In some vulgar and wickedly base part of his mind he had indeed wanted the boy in his bed, almost from the moment he'd first seen him in fact, but this... this was far too quick. And far too unexpected. Wrongly so. He'd need to watch himself to be sure his tongue didn't slip. Cloud better have a good reason to be there...
"I didn't mean to intrude but I wanted to ask you something," the boy offered suddenly, his fingers fiddling agitatedly in his lap, "So Zack let me in and told me to wait for you, and that you'd definitely do everything you could to help me."
"Did he now?" Angeal huffed, holding back an answer that he knew shouldn't be vocalised. He'd been in his presence for all of two minutes and the boy was already getting under his skin.
"Yes... I know this is sudden, but Zack told me not to worry, that you liked surprises even, so it'd be okay to see you like this."
"Indeed. Well, considering Zack, that's not necessarily true--"
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it, Cadet," the First Class sighed forgivingly, he would speak to Zack later, "What did you want to ask?"
The blonde's eyes went shockingly wide, as though he'd forgotten all about the query he'd apparently come here for, and his gaze began to waver oddly, dropping downward slowly from Angeal's head, to his neck, to his chest, to his stomach, and then to... Cloud's cheeks went immediately pink, his vision hurriedly returning to the SOLDIER's face, but he didn't lose the almost ashamed-looking determination that seemed to be present in his expression.
"Could you maybe... come a little closer, Sir?"
Not quite sure why he thought he should be declining, Angeal took several tentative steps toward the bed, until his knees touched the mattress and his lower torso aligned with the boy's gaze. He looked down at Cloud, about to question him further, when he suddenly got the shock of his life, the cadet burying his face against his groin without a warning of any kind, nose nuzzling into the fabric of his uniform. The First Class couldn't find the means to make sound come from his mouth then, but decided it was for the best when the blonde swiftly pulled away, red-faced and breathless, because for once he wouldn't have known how to respond otherwise.
"I wanted to ask..." the boy started, gasping slightly, "I want to know... If- if you... Are you really as big as they all say you are?" Trembling hands reached out a moment later to boldly cup the flesh between the Commander's legs, breath hitching with amazement as he sized Angeal up with so-delicate fingers. His parted lips seemed to glisten with saliva as he did so, as if he were moments away from being rewarded with some sort of sweet treat.
The First Class blinked in stunned comprehension, fearing what was coming next, feeling his length twitch betrayingly in the cadet's grasp. "Cloud--?"
"Please..." Cloud began imploringly, eyes trained of the older man, his words falling hurriedly and clumsily from his mouth. "I can tell how big you are - will be. And I want to be fucked like that. Filled. You feel so thick there and I want it inside of me. It has to be you, Sir. No one else I've known is... you know, like this. They're all so- not enough... and I... I mean..." The cadet looked away suddenly, as if an unexpected thought had just occurred to him. "You- you won't tell Zack, will you?"
The Commander fought with himself to find a correct response to this situation, his stern expression concealing the most confusion and shock he'd probably ever felt in one moment. How could he be so bad at saying no to this boy of all those he was in charge of? And then again, how could he say no to this boy at all? It had to be those eyes - baby blues that exuded such an alluring innocence he'd never seen before, that had to be it.
"Hush, Cloud," Angeal answered again as he leaned down to pull the boy back toward him. He knew all the possible means of 'helping' the Cadet were ultimately very wrong, knew that he was a grown man and this was a mere boy, knew that he was a SOLDIER who was meant to possess inhuman strength and secure rationale, but he knew all the same that when it came to this one individual, his will was weak and unstable. So easily pushed to give in. He cursed himself. "No, I won't tell."