Final Fantasy VII, Cloud, submission, he likes the secret power of this, when his partner thin(1/2)
Mostly ignores Advent Children, except for some setup.
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He'd fought her as best he could. Jenova. Even when he'd lost, he'd never admitted defeat. And in the end she'd been eradicated.
Mostly.
Even with the cold, malevolent intent no longer pushing at him, there were still Jenova cells inside him. And like any good virus, they were spreading.
He'd fought it for more than two long, lonely years. His friends had tried to draw him into their lives, but it had felt more and more superficial and fake. And each day the aching alone-ness had grown, steadily hollowing him out until-
He'd run from it for so long. But he wasn't running anymore.
There were others out there with Jenova cells. He could feel them humming softly, little more than a vibration in the SOLDIERs' bastard children. But there was another note, stronger and clearer, that he'd traced to the Turks and, with them, Rufus Shinra.
He'd approached the vice-president as a suplicant, playing the unsure, directionless SOLDIER looking for a commander. And it had worked spectacularly. Rufus had taken him as a bodyguard, at first in conjunction with the Turks, and then even above them.
He'd played shy and virginal, rousing Rufus' predatory nature, and let him believe it was he, not Cloud, setting the tempo of the seduction - a small token of affection here, a chaste kiss there. And then later, soft touches and gasping cries as Rufus brought him to climax.
All leading to this; Rufus opening him up good and slick, sliding into his ass, filling Cloud to bursting as Cloud writhed and offered up breathy cries and broken pleas for more. And deep inside Rufus, the Jenova cells started to wake.
He let Rufus pound into him, urging him to go harder, faster, please, more, until he came with a stuttering cry, fingers curling, leaving red welts on Rufus' shoulders. Rufus tumbled after him with sharp jerks as Cloud clenched around him, head bowing down until it pressed hard against Cloud's forehead.
Both of them were breathing hard, and Cloud luxuriated in the feeling of being well-fucked. It was almost enough. Tilting his head up, he sought Rufus' lips, and the sated blond, still sheathed deep inside Cloud, went willingly, sealing his open mouth to Cloud's for a langorous kiss.
Cloud's Jenova cells moved quickly under his direction, infecting and replicating, spreading through Rufus like wildfire. Rufus' own Jenova cells sang welcome and fell eagerly in line with Cloud's will.
Rufus made a questioning noise against Cloud's lips, pulling away with the beginnings of a frown. "What-?"
But Cloud, aware that they shared a house with Turks, would allow no warning now.