Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Leon, cornered, no way out
Sephiroth is darkness and memory. He is will and force and cold cruelty in a sliver and black package with poisonous green eyes that remind Leon of another place, another time, another man. He's a part of Cloud that refuses to die.
Leon knows all about dying. It's the living part that's gotten hard.
Up against the crystal fissure wall, hair darkened with sweat and fingers tangled in Sephiroth's hair, the other hand buried in inky feathers, maybe there is something about Leon that reminds Sephiroth of someone else as well.
His moans are left to hang in the air, mingling with the wet, meaty noises of Sephiroth pounding his ass. Like this, legs wrapped around sharp hips and back scrapped raw by the friction of ragged crystal, he must remind Sephiroth of something.
There's no other reason for the man to do this. To pin him in place and shove dark leather out of the way so they can fuck like impatient teenagers. Fumbling and messy and with more power than finesse. Sephiroth moves like he wants to break him. Leon takes it, rides it, and tries to forget slicked blond hair and a smile like the devil's promise.
Sephiroth isn't anyone but himself. Leon can't be anything more. But sealed together with spit and precum, leather clad fingers bruising tight around blood filled muscle, they can hold their personal hells close to their hearts. If Leon muffles someone else's name into the pale flash of Sephiroth's neck, the other man doesn't care. He just shoves in harder and groans something short and sweet and meant for someone else.
Once the darkness comes, there's no way back out. But they can hold on and drift together.