Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, paralysis
“I can’t move.” Cloud’s voice was breathy with restrained panic as he stared upward at Zack and General Sephiroth. The other trooper who’d been with them was dead, lost to the same beast which had struck him and left the lethargy that had tugged at his limbs before deadening them so much that it was impossible to get any reaction from them. “I can feel, but I can’t move.”
“Seph? I’ve never seen anything like this – it’s not like Stone or anything. What’s wrong?” Zack was looking almost panicky, which was weird because Zack didn’t panic, at all.
“I believe it’s a poison,” the General replied, and at least one of them knew what was going on. He was oddly hesitant though, and Cloud wished that people would just go back to acting the way they were supposed to be. “If we get it out of his system before it progresses further, then he should recover fully.”
“So? What do we need to do?” With two pairs of blue eyes staring pleadingly at him, Sephiroth had no choice but to continue. Not that he would have left the trooper – Zack’s trooper, the one he’d enthused about time and time again and begged Sephiroth until the General had agreed to take the boy along on a mission to his hometown. Now he wished that they had at least procured the services of a guide before heading up toward the reactor.
“The fastest way to flush his system of this toxin would be through sexual release.” During the rather stunned silence that followed, the General looked back to Cloud. “That is, if you would consent to such an arrangement. If it bothers you, there are other methods, though they are more time-consuming.”
“I…” Sexual release, Sephiroth had said. And there was only the man himself and Zack here. That meant that they’d do…something with him, and while a part of him was panicking over the concept, another part was metaphorically hitting him over the head and screaming that he had better accept the offer, dammit. “I don’t mind.”
“You sure, Spike?” Trust Zack to watch out for him. The SOLDIER was having a quick silent conversation with Sephiroth just then, before looking back down at him. “You can choose which of us you want to do it to you, if you want.”
“I’m sure,” Cloud said quietly, and then almost plaintively asked, “Do I have to choose? Can’t I have you both?” He would later blame that on the poison affecting him. There was another silent conversation over his head.
“…we can do that.”
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He couldn’t move himself at all, and so they shifted and manipulated him like a doll, stripping the torn uniform from him and propping him up on Sephiroth’s.
“It’ll be okay, Spike. Here, use this,” the last was directed to Sephiroth as Zack handed a Potion over, and then there were warm hands brushing over his nude skin from both men, and he would have arched into the touches if he could have. Zack came really close then and brushed a kiss over his lips, and he could at least respond to that, if he couldn’t do anything else.
Fingers sliding between the cheeks of his ass startled him, though his body didn’t react. Then a single digit slid, smooth and long, inside of him. Another followed a short while later, opening him wide; if nothing else, the utter lack of control over his body meant that his muscles relaxed rapidly. The Potion had apparently been handed over to use as lube, and his reading told him that it was good they’d figured something out.
Warm lips on his shoulder distracted him from the ache of being penetrated by something so much bigger than fingers, and Zack’s tongue thoroughly investigating his furthered that distraction.
It didn’t take him long to come the first time. When Zack pulled Cloud into his lap after that and started things over again, he thought that maybe that would be it. But no, under their touch he came again, and again, and again, until he was practically sobbing and there was nothing else that could escape from his body.
Before he passed out, though, he realized he could start to move again.