Final Fantasy VII, SOLDIER, orgy/rough sex, “We will, we will, rock you!” 1/2
((inspired by dogmatix response to this prompt))
Cloud had been twitchy and jumpy for the past few days but didn’t know why. Even Sephiroth hadn’t helped. His Master had bound him and fucked him senseless but it didn’t help. Frankly, Cloud was starting to get angry at how uncomfortable he was feeling in his own skin, like there was a persistent itch beneath the surface that he just couldn’t scratch no matter what he tried. It wasn’t something he ate because he hadn’t eaten the same thing every day, and Aeris had declared the water free of any contaminates.
A friendly arm dropped around his shoulders and Cloud jumped, so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard Zack approaching. He looked over at Zack’s grinning face. “Come on. Let’s go wear this out some.”
“But nothing works, Zack,” sighed Cloud, running a frustrated hand through his hair. That just got a chuckle, and Zack tugging him out of the garden where Cloud had been taking his frustration out on the ground for Aeris. Aeris looked up at them and waved before returning her attention to her flowers, leading Cloud to believe that she knew where Zack was taking him and not worried. That reassured him somewhat.
They walked down the streets in a comfortable silence, and Cloud relaxed some, not feeling as twitchy for some reason. Maybe this was all he needed, a chance to get out with a friend and relax. He had been under some stress since the SOLDIERs had relocated to this village in Wutai, setting up a mercenary group’s paperwork was different than setting up a one person delivery service, and Sephiroth had been just as stressed getting various contracts signed for their group to start making money to pay their ‘rent’ to Yuffie. Not that she was demanding it or anything, but it would slowly stop the evil looks they were getting from the Wutainese people.
He blinked in surprise as Zack lead him into the dojo that was on the edge of town. Zack grinned and shoved him towards the showers. “Go get cleaned up.”
Cloud wondered what was going on, but he dutifully washed the dirt and sweat from his skin, relaxing a bit under the hot water. It was still a firm belief of his that there wasn’t much in the world that a hot shower couldn’t solve, and he thanked the gods that Reeve had been able to help fix the plumbing. Stepping out of the shower, he quickly dried off before fastening his collar back around his neck, but when he went to look for his clothes, all he found was a simple yukata. Rolling his eyes at this and vowing to get even with Zack, he shrugged it on, belting it as he walked out into the main room. He was not looking forward to walking home in only the thin robe.
Sliding the door open to the main room, he stopped to stare at the sight of every SOLDIER lounging around on the futon covered floor with Sephiroth reclining on a mound of pillows like some feudal lord over his subjects. Except, Cloud was sure there was a lot more clothes and a lot less skin with those ancient feudal lords, especially considering Cloud was the only one wearing any clothing in the room.
Zack walked over to Cloud and stared into his eyes, something cupped in one hand. “Trust me, Cloud?”
Without hesitating, Cloud nodded, and Zack grinned, his hands coming up to drop a set of dog tags over his head before unfastening his collar. He stiffened, a protest on his lips but Zack placed a finger over his mouth, hushing him. “You’ll get it back, I promise.”