Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, BDSM, “by blood and willing surrender”
He lay across the padded table that had been specially constructed with his strength in mind, his arms and legs cuffed to the legs as his toes brushed the floor. He was spread wide, open and vulnerable with his cock pointing at the floor, a leather strap encircling both his cock and his balls to prevent him from coming too soon. Candlelight illuminated his skin, giving him an almost ethereal golden glow even as it made his mako blue eyes even brighter. The sight of that smooth skin was enough to make Vincent’s mouth water. The only flaws on his pet’s back were three scars that matched the ones on his chest where Masamune was stabbed through him. Instead of taking away from Cloud, in Vincent’s eyes, the scars enhanced his beauty.
Silently walking over to the table, Vincent reached out his clawed hand and drew the points down Cloud’s back, getting a startled hiss as the skin parted to release crimson drops. A moan slipped out of the blond as Vincent bent to catch those drops on his tongue. “You have voluntarily bowed your head to me. By blood and willing surrender, you are mine.”
“Yes, sir,” gasped Cloud as Vincent trailed a few more cuts down his back.
A small smile curled the dark man’s lips. “Master, not sir.” He didn’t want Cloud to forget and confuse him with someone else, even the ghosts in his head.
“Yes, Master.”
“There are so many things to teach you, my lovely one,” purred Vincent, bending to lick more of the blood from Cloud’s back and getting another moan. “We will have a great deal of time.”
Moving away from Cloud, he walked over to a small table draped in black velvet where different toys were laid out, and he eyed them thoughtfully. He hadn’t expected Cloud to enjoy the bloodplay so much, but he was hardly going to complain when his own tastes ran that way. Scooping up a small bullet, he dipped it into the pot of oil, coating it and his fingers, before walking back over to Cloud. He smirked as he pushed the small toy into Cloud, using his fingers to place it just so before slipping his fingers free of the blond. Then he bent to run his tongue along that puckered muscle, getting a whimper from Cloud. The blond truly made wonderful sounds in his passion, and Vincent was going to see how many he could wring from the warrior. He thumbed the control on, getting a shriek as Cloud’s prostate was instantly assaulted by vibrations, and he chuckled.