gelfling8604 (gelfling8604) wrote in areyougame, @ 2009-02-03 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | *kingdom hearts, author: gelfling8604 |
Fic: Theory 2, Kingdom Hearts, Seph/Cloud
Title: Theory 2
Author: gelfling
Rating: R
Warning: Um. Suggestions of sex, bondage, obsessing, and an abundance of adjectives.
Word Count 690
PromptCloud, Sephiroth: connections - Cloud as Sephiroth’s darkness
Summary: The best way to find something that isn't there is to find something that preys on it.
A/N: It occurs to me that I haven’t read Jhonen Vasquez in a really long time, and I probably should.
If he was forced to make analogies—fanciful lies used by the feeble-minded for comprehension—people would always be more like machines than, say, a thunderstorm.
Given the right amount of pressure, flattery, or indifference, most mechanical devices would react in a reasonably predictable manner with small margin of error. It was a philosophy Sephiroth had first adapted at Hollow Bastion, watching people react to the coming darkness after years of complacency, and then learning how to manipulate people without necessarily interacting with them.
It had been…an education, after a lifetime of never fully understanding and never really being part of the whole, to see how quickly people would abandon one another, not out of fear but out of selfishness, to watch how recklessness and bravery masked insecurities and desperate vanity.
The darkness and Heartless didn’t tear the land apart, but provided an antithesis that illuminated the many weaknesses and vulnerabilities already inherent in the defunct machine. The machine that he had never understood, the one to which he could never really belong, and in one jubilant moment of understanding, the world moved.
Sephiroth had never expected anyone else to understand why he allowed the darkness to take him over, but he would have thought his refusal to become a Heartless would have provided some clues.
Fortunately, his other source of pleasure had no irritating ambiguity around it, only lightening and fury and obsession as Cloud chased him across worlds, spurred on by Sephiroth’s indifference and invulnerability. It was intriguing, the degree of devotion and fidelity he had inspired in the blond by doing little more than being himself and killing lots of people no one else seemed to value. Or at least, not the point of pursuing him doggedly across the universe.
It was…a different degree of intriguing, to be finally defeated by Cloud. By a, a boy Sephiroth could still remember as a weak stripling too stubborn to know when to back down, when to stop.
For someone such as he to be defeated by someone like Cloud indicated…liabilities that couldn’t exist. Flaws that he couldn’t have, yet Cloud had—not necessarily seen—but exposed, and made use of. Faults that the darkness that had taken him…hadn’t.
Cloud has his own darkness inside him, but rejects it as most fools do, but while Sephiroth can vaguely consider being defeated by Cloud, he cannot percieve being defeated by a common idiot. So there must be another reason, a key that he hasn’t—or can’t—see, and once again Sephiroth’s interest is fully engaged.
Thus the obsession revolves, and Sephiroth attacks again and again, first physically, then at Cloud’s allies, then at Cloud’s psyche and emotions to find the fissure, the crack that will unravel Cloud and make Sephiroth’s own…imperfections less imperfect.
However, Sephiroth is inclined to think that Cloud finds his attentions somewhat…less flattering, than Sephiroth had found Cloud’s, if Cloud’s swearing and struggles are any indication.
Yet that’s no real reason to stop sucking him off or feeling Cloud’s cock with his teeth, his tongue, and eventually his throat. Cloud’s body is dotted with his fingerprints and hands as the skin bruises blue and yellow, yet still tastes like sweat and draining anger and reluctant pleasure.
A few weeks ago Sephiroth was able to untie Cloud’s legs, and made Cloud convulse and splatter his chest with white while Sephiroth fucked him slow, never having touched Cloud’s cock. He’d released Cloud afterwards, as always—keeping him captive day and night requires more attention than Sephiroth cares to give.
This time though, the ensuing fight—becoming ritualistic now—was ridiculously short, and it takes him less time to coax Cloud to arousal, to open him up. Eventually, he won’t need to tie Cloud’s arms to the bed, or perform the requisite battle and ensuing struggle and cursing—eventually, he’ll learn how to make Cloud beg, and learn what and why.
Once he can make Cloud bend for him, finding what will break him will be relatively easy.
People are still very much like machines, but Sephiroth is prepared to allow that some do react against the standard rule.
Unless, or course, he’s found a thunderstorm.