Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, bondage, playing with the broken strings
It had been a complete accident, the discovery, but they had discovered that they needed it, craved it in a way that the others couldn’t possibly understand, unbroken and whole as they were. To others, it might have seemed like a dirty little secret, a perversion whispered about behind closed bedroom doors, but to them, it was wanted and normal, filling holes left by others. One needing to submit to a stronger will, to belong to someone again, and the other desiring to dominate and claim, to never let go once grabbed.
Vincent slid his golden claws over Cloud’s skin where the blond hung taunt from the ceiling, SOLDIER-proof manacles carefully padded where they encircled bare wrists even as he wound mental fingers gently through that collection of fractured memories. Cloud whimpered at the sensations, mako blue eyes wide and pleading, as his hips thrust slightly, drawing a louder moan from the blond as the dildo filling him rubbed over that sensitive nub. Chuckling softly, Vincent stepped back to admire his willing pet as he mentally stroked those raw wounds Sephiroth had left with his heavy handed approach to the blond.
Lightly tanned skin shimmered in the light of scattered candles as black leather encircled soft balls and hard cock. The lack of tan lines announced Cloud’s preference for sunbathing nude while the mithryl torque rested at the base of his neck, the large blood red ruby sealing it shut and ensuring all knew that the blond had been claimed. Delicate silver chains ran around his waist and through his legs, passing next to his cock for added stimulation against smooth skin without relief while locking the larger than normal dildo in Cloud’s ass. It always surprised Vincent to look at his pet’s smooth skin, all body hair having fallen out due to the SOLDIER treatment, but he had discovered that where wiry curls had covered was still highly sensitive. Delicate feet were placed firmly on the wooden floor, slender chains of silver encircling his ankles before trailing over to rings embedded in the floor. They weren’t any real deterrent should Cloud decide to kick Vincent, but they were a subtle reminder of the restrictions placed on the blond.
All together, Cloud Strife was a picture of desperate submission, spread out and decorated in chains, and Vincent had never seen him look lovelier.
“It’s been a while since you’ve been in this position, hasn’t it?” mused Vincent, walking around Cloud and lightly dragging the golden gauntlet over that tanned skin. He gently stroked his pet’s mind, coaxing his pleasure higher, and grinned at the breathy moans. “I have been remiss in your care. Perhaps I should make it up to you by chaining you to the bed before making your body sing with pleasure.”
That claw dropped to the latex stuffed ass and manipulated the dildo inside the blond, earning cries of pleasure as Cloud’s head dropped back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Vincent took in the flushed features and the sweat soaked hair before reaching around his bound pet to unsnap black leather. The release in pressure caused Cloud to shriek as his climax tore through him, and Vincent laughed with delight as he shared in the blond’s pleasure.
Sephiroth might have discarded Cloud as a useless puppet, but Vincent knew the true value of the blond warrior. And a demon doesn’t discard its treasures lightly.