freakyhobbins (freakyhobbins) wrote in areyougame, @ 2009-10-13 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii, author: freakyhobbins |
FFVII Cloud/Tifa : Shadows and Lace (NC-17)
Title: Shadows and Lace
Author: freakyhobbins
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex
Word count: 3105
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: AU, Cloud as vampire - Pyschic sex?
Summary: Cloud takes a trip back home.
A/N: Prompt was due 10/05/09, sincere and many apologies for being late! I hope it's enjoyable, at least!
He was hungry.
That was his first thought upon waking.
His second was that he was a monster.
A killer.
It wasn’t always that way. He could remember a time when he wasn't. In that fraction of a second, that split moment between sleep and wake, he could lie to himself and attempt to deny what he had become. But eventually even that momentary falsehood faded and he was left with only the cold, harsh truth of what he was—and of what he would never be.
With a resigned sigh, he opened his eyes and lifted himself from his bed. The temperature in his chamber was bitterly cold, matching his mood. Crystals of ice floated in the air around him like a shimmering halo and his mouth twisted into a sardonic smile at that thought. Halos were for angels, and he was as far from angelic as one could get.
Leisurely he slipped into a pair of black pants and secured them at his hips with a slide of his custom belt. He tightened the soft leather straps crisscrossed against his black tee-shirt.With a swirl of shadow he slipped his trench coat over broad shoulders and opened the doors to his third floor balcony.
His home, if one could call it that, was a very old Shin-Ra asylum, abandoned when the patients—all failed SOLDIERS, insane with Mako poisoning—rioted and killed nearly all the staff and each other. Most people steered well clear of the property due to the rampant ghost stories surrounding the building, and that suited his needs for seclusion just fine.
Resting his hands on the balcony rail, he leaned forward to inhale the night air. Cool, crisp, and clean, it smelled of the woodland. There was something about the scent that drug forward fragments of memories best left buried: Starry sky, promises, dark eyes and lilting laughter.
Nibleheim.
It had been over ten years since he had last laid eyes on his hometown and yet he recalled it with exquisite detail. His lips curved up and his tongue played with the tip of one tooth as he remembered with a near savage anger the way the townspeople had treated him.
He had wanted to belong and they had shunned him. They had called him weak.
If only they could see him now, he thought, fingers tightening and curling the metal rail.
The fact remained that there was nothing that would change what had happened or what now was, but that didn't mean he couldn't have himself a little revenge with his dinner... With that in mind he leaped onto the rail and flung himself into the night in a flurry of sable feathers.
Nibleheim had cast him aside, and in doing so had made him its enemy.
It was time to pay home a visit.
The village was as he remembered it to be, almost down to the individual cobblestones on the sidewalk. His eyes, glowing faintly blue in the dark, strayed to the well in the center of town and if he had a pulse, it would have leaped at the sight that greeted him.
It was her.
Tifa. Her name was sweet in his mind, but he dared not taste it on his tongue.
She was still there?
He had expected her to be long gone from this place and to see her sitting there, on the well...on their well, surprised him—to say the least.
Had she ever left? What was she doing out in the damp cold after midnight? Was she married?
The last question irked something in him, and he shifted, more shadow than man, to slide across the rooftops and get a better view of her.
A soft sigh of sound escaped her as she tilted her face up into the moonlight, and he froze.
She was beautiful.
He had known she would be...but to see it...
Her skin was pale with a dusting of pink on her cheeks and nose from the chill, her lips wide and full, her hair dark and long, but it was her eyes that captivated him. Crimson. The color of blood.
He felt his teeth against his bottom lip and tried to fight down his rising hunger.
At the well, Tifa straightened, her blood colored eyes darting up into the shadows and he wondered if she could sense the danger she was in.
A cold breeze ruffled her hair—winter always came fast in the mountains—and she tightened her fingers on the shawl around her shoulders and tugged at the skirt flapping around her calves. Her outfit wasn't meant to ward off chills, and soon she gave the moon one last longing look, before climbing to her feet. She closed her eyes, and sighed again. The sound was melancholy and lonely.
In the shadows he straightened. Why was she so sad?
She didn't bother with the ladder, but instead surprised him by vaulting from her perch to land delicately on the balls of her bare feet. Adjusting her shawl she gave the shadows one more searching look before shaking her head and walking the cobbled path to her house.
The same one she had grown up in.
He wondered if her grump of a father still lived there as well. He began trailing after her almost unconsciously, and he stopped with a quiet curse. Just like when he was a child, he thought with an angry snarl. Always trailing after her.
He wasn't that enamored boy anymore.
He was a man, if not a monster of one, but a man all the same, and he wasn't going to follow her around like some lovesick puppy.
Even as he thought it , his shadowed form slipped across her roof until he stood outside the glass of her bedroom window.
Inside, she sat on the edge of her bed, comb sifting through sable strands as she hummed to herself, eyes closed, face utterly content.
Had he breath, it would have steamed the pane, he was so close. Hand pressed to sleek glass, reaching but not touching...
“Tifa...”
The comb dropped from her fingers and, eyes wide, she whirled towards the window.
She couldn't see him, he knew—blended as he was in shadows and mist—but it still startled him to have her approaching, and even more shocking was when she placed her palm to the pane, directly across from his and whispered, “Cloud.”
Gods, it had been so long since he'd heard his name—he'd almost forgotten. And to hear it on her lips, so soft...so aching...?
Why was she thinking of him?
Surely she should have forgotten him... But clearly not.
Her eyes turned up a bit at the corners as her mouth lifted in a wistful half smile. She gave a small shake of her head and stepped away from the window, hair falling to veil her face from his view and Cloud wanted to reach through the barrier separating them and brush it back.
His attention shifted a moment later when Tifa's hands crossed against her torso and she began to shimmy out of her dress.
Any respectable person would look away.
Good thing he wasn't either of those things.
Beneath the pale blue of her dress she wore simple lace panties and no bra. Her breasts, full and round, were topped with tight, dusky peaks, still hard from the cool air of the outside, and Cloud felt his pants tighten against his groin.
How many nights had he lain in bed as a teenager and fantasized over those curves? How many times had he clasped his own flesh in hand and imagined it was her he was buried in...?
In the bedroom Tifa leaned across the nightstand and clicked off the lamp before crawling beneath the blankets and curling her arm around the pillow in the vacant spot beside her.
So...she wasn't with anyone...
No ring on her finger meant no marriage, and looking around the bedroom, Cloud couldn't spot a single male possession.
He smiled, fangs glimmering in the moonlight.
Not that another man would have stopped him, he realized, shifting form again. He crouched on the roof, watching the even rise and fall of her chest beneath the counterpane.
Murmuring a soft enchantment, Cloud reached for the window only to swear a moment later when the wood groaned but didn't budge. A soft thrum of power around him told him that the house was encased in a barrier.
Odd...but not impenetrable.
Smirking, he closed his eyes and focused. He'd never really played with the psychic powers Hojo had sworn to help him perfect if he let him live—an offer that he still had no regrets in not taking, but he knew he possessed them.
He'd used them on occasion to influence people into going down dark corridors or into the woods when they normally wouldn't, but he'd never tried to insert himself—or his consciousness, at least—into anyone else's thoughts.
After a few long minutes of concentrating, he felt the air around him still and every sound was magnified until he could hear the pulse of blood beneath her skin.
“Call for me, Tifa...”
Beneath her covers, Tifa rolled to her side, let out a quiet moan. “Cloud.”
And as she said it, he felt it...against his lips, as though he was in the room with her. Above her.
“I'm here,” he whispered to her, picturing his mouth on her ear.
“How?” Even asleep she was astute enough to know his presence wasn't something ordinarily experienced.
“You asked for me,” he answered simply, imagining the covers slipping down her body, revealing smooth skin and still roused nipples.
In the bed, Tifa moaned, hands moving to cup her breasts.
On the roof, Cloud sighed, unzipping his pants.
“I've asked for you before,” she whispered.
That was...unexpected. And for a moment his concentration wavered.
She moved restlessly, her legs pushing at the blankets.“Cloud?”
He narrowed his thoughts onto the warmth of her skin, imagined his hands trailing against the hum of heat. “Tell me what you've wanted of me,” he instructed, lowering his mouth to hers.
She sighed as his mouth took hers. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips, teasing, licking, tasting. He made certain that each stroke of his tongue sent a fiery throb straight through her body to pool in her abdomen.
Her mouth was like silk beneath his, he thought, his gut clenching as desire tightened every muscle in his body. Better than his youthful fantasies had ever been.
While her tongue dueled with his, her hands ran over the hard planes of his chest, over his neck, before sinking into the thick richness of his hair.
Cloud groaned, his mouth leaving hers so that he could nibble against the tilt of her jaw. “Is this what you want?” he rasped, nipping.
“Yes,” she murmured dreamily. Her head fell back, allowing him unfettered access. She trembled when he licked her pulse. “But you never came back for me,” she whispered, “not ever.”
Pain. It was in her voice...and betrayal? He couldn't understand that, and when her mouth moved, open and moist to his ear, he didn't bother to try. “I'm here now,” he said, palms cupping her full breasts, thumbs teasing her erect nipples.
“Are you?” She moaned, arched into his touch. “Feels like...dreaming...”
He bent his head, flicking his tongue over her breast, suckling one taut peak into his moist mouth. “Then dream of me, Tifa. Dream all the things you want me to do.” He pushed a bit, into her mind, asserting himself.
“Cloud…” his name was a breathless gasp. Her hands wandered his hard frame, searing a path of heat across his skin, making him feel flushed and hard and wanting. She caressed his shoulders, moved down his back, over each defined muscle, exploring the firm roundness of his buttocks, kneading them, pulling him closer. She moved her mouth over his shoulder, down across the flat of his nipple, flicking quickly, making him jerk and groan.
She surprised him when she slipped from between the brace of his arms and her hand closed around hard flesh. With surprising strength, she flipped them, so she was on top. Her breath teased the head of his cock and Cloud damn near lost his mind and the link.
On the roof, he shuddered, pulsed and ached.
In her bed, Tifa slid her hand across her stomach and over lace.
“Tifa…” he didn’t know how he managed to get her name past his tight throat.
“Shhh,” she chided, her mouth curved in a faint teasing line. Her tongue lapped at the salty beads of moisture forming at the tip of his cock.
Cloud jumped, his entire body locked in an arc of pleasure. “Fucking hell,” he swore, trying not to lose their connection.
Smiling at his reaction, she slowly took him deep into her mouth, sucking gently.
Cloud's hands fisted in her hair, his hips moving in time to her suctioning. He was losing control, thrusting helplessly into the silken cavern of heat and moisture. Her lips tightened, tongue swirled, pulling him deeper under her sensual spell.
He stiffened, trying to get away, to once more gain control, but she held fast, teeth scraping in reprimand. She teased him with her mouth, sucking harder.
“Enough, Tifa.” He lifted her, rolled her beneath him and tugged her leg up over his hip. His hand moved between their bodies, cupping her damp center, two fingers slipping past her slick folds.
She moaned, her hips rocking against his wrist. “Cloud.” She rode his hand, eyes closed and his name spilling from her lips every time his thumb circled her clit.
“Come for me, Tifa,” he urged, sending a psychic push for her to obey as he curved his digits to hit her just right.
“Not yet,” she rasped, her hips grinding his arm. “I want you inside. Now.”
Cloud didn’t wait another second, shifting himself so that he was wedged more firmly against her. He pressed her back into the pillows as he pushed into her, the head of his erection throbbing as her slick heat welcomed him home. “Tight,” he growled. “So tight.”
Tifa gave a soft cry, spreading her legs and drawing her knees up for him to cradle. He pushed deeper and she bit her lip, arching up to meet his movements.
This was primal Cloud thought, gasping and grunting with each thrust. And so beautiful. The way she touched him, like he was something worthy of her attention. Someone worthy of her…No, don’t go there. Stay here, where it’s simple. Where the only thing that mattered was the friction between their bodies, and the tension mounting and that coil of pleasure tightening in his stomach.
He was driving harder, his hands on her hips, her legs locked around his waist as he moved faster. Tifa gasped, clinging to his shoulders, her cries of ecstasy shadowed by his growls.
Cloud lifted his head, capturing her face between his hands, slowing the chaotic slamming of their bodies to a slow rocking. “You’re perfect,” he said, and meant it. “You've always been perfect.”
Circling his head in her arms Tifa hid her tears in his hair.I love you.
Cloud couldn't say which one of them had that thought. It melted between them, soaking him and her in warmth and pleasure.
“Don't let me wake up,” she breathed into his neck. “I've waited so long...”
Cloud sensed her sadness and he wished he could take it away from her. Confusion over her words wrestled against the pleasure building in his body. The pleasure won and soon he was gripping her hips in his hands, pulsing deep and hard.
Tifa writhed against the pillows, her head thrown back as he took her. He seared her mouth with his, swallowing her scream of pleasure as she shattered in his arms, her orgasm milking one from him. Too soon, he thought regretfully as he bucked, pumping furiously, unable to stop.
When it was over, he struggled to maintain their link long enough for him to rock his hips in a slow rhythm, his eyes dark and unreadable.
“You're going now, aren't you?” she asked, hands cupping his face so that he couldn't look away from her.
“I have to.” Why was it so hard to say?
“Are you dead?” she whispered, searching his gaze.
How to answer that, he thought with a twist of his lips. Truthfully. ”Yes.”
She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, tears coursing over her cheeks. “Gods, I wanted to be wrong...” She brushed his bangs back from his forehead, her smile sad. “Maybe I'll dream of you again...?”
He blinked. Was she asking him to return? Did she...know...? Cloud shook himself. She couldn't know. No one knew the horrific experiments done by Shin-Ra. They kept them carefully guarded and hidden from the world. Even when the experiments went a little insane and slaughtered a few dozen employees...
”Maybe,” he finally answered. He kissed her softly, and the sharp bite of hunger in him reminded him that he had yet to feed. ”Sleep now,” he murmured.
Obediently, she closed her eyes and Cloud felt the connection sever.
Outside, leaves brushing against his boots, Cloud snapped back to reality. He gave the moisture in the palm of his hand a long look before wiping it on his pants and rising to his feet. If it had been that intense with Tifa in their minds...he could only imagine how good it would feel for real.
He stepped to the window and placed his palm to the glass once more. In the bed, Tifa didn't stir.
He'd be back.
She was far too tempting to resist.
But for now hunger was gnawing at him and he could feel the press of sunrise.
”Sleep well.” With that, Cloud took off into the night.
In her bed, Tifa slowly sat up. She placed a hand to her heart and frowned. It still pulsed and beat steadily beneath her palm. Walking to the window she stared out into the night and searched among the shadows.
“I know you were here. I can feel it.” Moving to her dresser, she picked up the gently glowing orb of materia and deactivated it. She saw the barrier around her house shimmer and then vanish. “And when you come again, I'll be waiting.”