Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Cloud, daddy themes
He can't say which of them has it worse: the one who grew up without or the one who only wished he had.
They've worked out a system, regardless, because neither of them seeks one another's company often. It's like a virus that lies dormant, rises up when the weather shifts and the days stretch towards a thinly fading sunset. Rufus gives himself to eyes the colour of his own, knows that when it's Cloud climbing into his bed those blue eyes see only pale hair and a cruel smile Rufus can mimic with ease.
"You're so good. So very good."
Rufus slides his hands over the tops of Cloud's thighs. It means so much hearing it from Cloud, and like this, like this, he can accept it, reflect it with a smile. His heartbeat thuds sluggish in his ears. The world fills with forgiveness.
For Cloud he imagines it's much the same. Easier to set aside sins and be clasped in arms as bloodied and sullied as your own.
"Such a good boy," Cloud whispers. He seems distant.
Rufus doesn't mind. He pushes into the hand that strokes down his cheek, kisses the cock offered to his mouth. "Thank you, daddy."