Title: Really Complex Masturbation
Author: Miss Kalloway
Email: [email protected]
Part: One-shot pwp
Disclaimer: If I owned FF7, I would have made an
uber-pretty remake by now featuring mass bishonen
nudity. That said, I obviously don't own it. No
lawsuits, k?
Warnings: yaoi lemon three-way. fuzzy sweaters.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cloud discovers a few things in the ShinRa
Mansion. Er, they discover him?
Pairing: You'll See
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"I wouldn't have told you to come if it wasn't
important," Tifa insisted as she took Cloud's bag from
him and led him into her house.
"I just don't want to go in there," Cloud replied,
shaking his head before looking around Tifa's parlor.
She'd redecorated, he noticed, since the last time
he'd been there.
"Cloud, it's been seven years," Tifa said. "It's
probably just some teenagers. But the whole town is
scared the place will light on fire and..."
Cloud frowned as Tifa trailed off. He'd seen the town
in flames once. The thought of it was more than enough
of a motivator.
"Okay, but I'm not going alone," Cloud replied after a
moment.
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Later in the evening, Cloud carefully sharpened his
sword before stepping outside to stretch and glance up
the street towards the ShinRa mansion. The building
was dark, but so were many of the houses in town.
Nibelheim had been shuttering its windows early ever
since ghostly lights and strange apparitions had been
seen around the mansion at night.
While he'd rested all day, Tifa had been busy running
errands around town. She was falling asleep on her
feet while she rushed about to cook for Cloud, despite
his protests that he could eat somewhere in town.
Besides, her cooking was horrible.
Still, she'd fallen asleep while they discussed a plan
for investigating the mansion. And, Cloud had found
out, she'd been up for two days straight watching the
place.
He decided to let her rest. After some of the trials
he'd been through, a few spare monsters would be no
challenge.
His blood ran cold though when he saw a dim light in
an upstairs window of the mansion. It couldn't be from
anything more than a candle though. Hopefully.
Perhaps it was just local teenagers or a handful of
vagrants.
The front door was unlocked, as always. And, for some
odd reason, the place actually looked cleaner than he
remembered. It unnerved Cloud. Vagrants didn't dust.
As Cloud walked through the entryway, he could hear
footsteps and as squeak above him. And then nothing.
Without a second thought, Cloud ran up the stairs and
almost straight into the room he'd heard the noises
coming from. It was the bedroom that hid the staircase
to the basement.
Cloud paused at the doorway though, not wanting to
think what he might face if the vagrants had gotten
into the basement. Or if something from the basement
had gotten out.
Drawing his sword, Cloud opened the door and stepped
in. The entire room had been cleaned and rearranged to
resemble a sitting room. A sofa Cloud vaguely
remembered being in another room sat against one wall
and a couple of chairs were nearby. A small pile of
recent magazines was stacked on a low table.
Someone actually seemed to be living in the mansion,
and caring for it.
And the door to the stairway was open, eerie light
glowing up from below. But that wasn't what was
lighting the room. The dim light was coming from a lit
candle sitting on an end table.
Anyone being so conscientious to take care of the
mansion wouldn't leave a lit candle unattended, would
they?
"Cloud?" a voice asked from the doorway.
Cloud almost dropped his sword as he slowly turned. He
knew the voice, but there was no way that...
The man standing in the doorway had chin-length silver
hair and a thin pair of glasses perched on his nose.
Cloud shook his head. No way. Just... no way.
"Sephiroth?" His voice was so soft he barely heard
himself speak.
"Not quite," the man replied. "I am, and I'm not."
Cloud had his sword to the man's throat a second
later. There were other physical differences, Cloud
noticed as he looked the man over from a closer
vantage point. Nothing major, but enough that Cloud
realized the man was telling the truth.
"You're a..."
"Clone," the man finished. "I share the first
Sephiroth's memories to a certain point, and then the
rest are mine alone."
"You were in the basement," Cloud guessed as he
lowered his sword. A near-sighted clone wearing a
fuzzy sweater and house slippers didn't seem to pose
much of a threat to him.
"Yes, until a few months ago, when I was revived from
a cold sleep," the clone said as he crossed the room.
"But I shouldn't tell you more until I retrieve the
one you were after."
"What?" Cloud's jaw dropped. Not Sephiroth.
By the time Cloud had recovered enough to move, the
clone had already vanished down the stairs.
Cloud winced as he stepped onto the first step. He
moved slowly, frightened of losing his footing as he
moved awkwardly one step at a time, trying to balance
his sword in front of him while watching his feet. A
couple steps were broken and missing, and he jumped
them easily. However, when he landed after the second
jump, the step he landed on cracked beneath him and he
dropped his weapon as he fell forward. The sword fell
down through the center, but Cloud caught himself
after bouncing for only three steps.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. Hopefully he
could get his weapon back before anything else stupid
happened. Silently, he hoped he would wake up at any
moment and still be in Costa del Sol, in his own bed,
in his own house.
He ran the rest of the way down the stairs, thankful
to see his sword laying untouched at the bottom. Just
as he reached to pick it up, a foot came down on the
blade.
"Cloud."
The blond looked up, his lips parted slightly as his
face contorted through a series of expressions, the
last one being a mix of fear and annoyance. Sephiroth
reached down and snatched the weapon from Cloud but
didn't brandish it. Instead he handed the weapon back
to the clone, who took it carefully and vanished into
the depths of the basement.
"Sephiroth," Cloud said, trying to hide his extreme
annoyance at the possibility of getting killed in such
a stupid way. He'd walked right into a den of...
Sephiroths.
"You weren't a bad shot," Sephiroth said after looking
Cloud over for a moment.
"What?"
"You weren't a bad shot. Back when you used a standard
issue firearm," Sephiroth repeated. "You do remember,
right? Or are you still missing memories?"
"You're the one who messed with my mind," Cloud shot
back. "You should know."
Perhaps he was still napping and this was a dream. It
was much too surreal to be actually happening, that
was obvious. Two Sephiroths. Both seemingly sane.
"It wasn't him," the clone said, reappearing behind
Sephiroth. "It was Jenova. I could feel her and hear
her even in my sleep."
Cloud had always wondered how much of the insanity had
just been manipulation beyond Sephiroth's control. And
for some reason the clone's presence reassured him.
After all, there were two of them and neither had so
much as laid a hand on him yet. If they wanted to kill
him, he decided, he would have been dead.
"Still, neither of us has any urge to venture out into
the world just yet," Sephiroth explained. "I came here
to try to better understand what had happened."
"And found me in a hidden room," the clone finished.
Cloud raised an eyebrow. They were being almost creepy
with the way they seemed to be sharing thoughts. But
then again, if he understood right, the clone had a
reasonable percentage of Sephiroth's memories.
"Do you want to sit down?" Sephiroth asked suddenly.
"I'm sure this is a shock to you."
"I want my sword back," Cloud replied, wondering why
it had been taken. That was the main unnerving thing
at the moment.
"When you leave. Come, have a drink," Sephiroth said,
motioning for Cloud to follow him deeper into the
basement.
"It's okay," the clone whispered to Cloud as he
passed. "I... at first I felt as you must, but he's
okay now."
"What was that, Sev?" Sephiroth asked, looking back
over his shoulder.
"Just a few reassurances, Sephiroth," the clone
replied before staying silent until they entered the
library room. With the books neatly organized back on
their shelves, there was room for a bit more
furniture.
Cloud sat on a worn leather chair near the doorway as
Sephiroth snagged a bottle of alcohol from a shelf.
"I'll excuse myself for the evening," the clone said
after moment. He'd been standing in the doorway the
entire time.
"Tired?" Sephiroth asked, pouring two glasses and
pausing before filling the third.
"I simply assume you two would like to be alone."
"Stay, Seventeen," Sephiroth said as he moved to fill
the third glass.
"Seventeen," Cloud repeated back.
"Yes," the clone said, displaying the number tattooed
on his skin. Cloud had actually forgotten to look. A
number...
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It was less than an hour later that the mood finally
became loose enough for Cloud to let himself be pulled
over to a small sofa where he was more sitting on
Sephiroth than beside him. He wasn't sure if it was
just the alcohol, which normally didn't effect him
like this, but he felt... good. Better than he should
have in the situation, at least.
But instead, Cloud was leaning against Sephiroth and
slowly emptying his second glass as he listened to
Sephiroth and Seventeen explain some of the more
intricate details of living virtually undetected.
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Cloud pulled away from Seventeen, a bit embarrassed at
how enthusiastically he'd just been kissing the clone
while sitting on the lap of the real thing. However,
Sephiroth didn't seem to mind as he slipped a hand
into Cloud's undone pants. Seventeen claimed Cloud's
lips again as Sephiroth wound his hand around Cloud's
arousal. The blond was a little tipsy and not quite
sure how he'd ended up so close to heaven, but it
didn't really matter as he moaned into Seventeen's
mouth and rocked into Sephiroth's hand and then back
against his former lover's body.
"Sev, I think we should move this elsewhere,"
Sephiroth said once he could meet his clone's eyes.
Seventeen's glasses had been set aside and, blinking,
he reached over to grab them.
"Of course," he replied, holding out a hand to pull
Cloud to his feet.
Silently, Cloud followed the silver-haired men through
a hidden passage he'd never seen and into a lush but
dim bedroom. At that moment it struck him that
Sephiroth and Seventeen were lovers. If they could be
called that. Momentarily his mind asked itself if it
wasn't just really complex masturbation.
Either way, he brought a hand to his own erection as
he watched Sephiroth pulling at Seventeen's clothing,
his lips trailing lines down the clone's unflawed
chest as Seventeen pulled his sweater off. In all his
days dreaming of Sephiroth, he'd never found a fantasy
as amazing as the spectacle he was being treated to.
In moments, both men were naked and had their sights
set on Cloud. Effortlessly they stripped him, taking
turns kissing and sucking on the blond's body until
Seventeen was skillfully sucking on Cloud's arousal
and Sephiroth was behind Cloud, kissing the back of
his neck.
With a smirk, Sephiroth pushed Cloud's legs apart
slightly and bent his knees until he could slip his
own arousal between Cloud's thighs. Seconds later,
Seventeen had moved his attention to it. Sephiroth and
Cloud shuddered together, both feeling a sudden rush
from the act.
Sephiroth then had Cloud's erection in his hands,
stroking firmly until Seventeen pulled away.
"On the bed," Seventeen said. It was more an order
than a suggestion and as Cloud was guided onto the
wide bed piled with blankets, he wondered just who
would be the dominant between two Sephiroths.
After all, they had explained that they were basically
the same person, just in different bodies. And Cloud
had never once fantasized what it would be like to see
someone claiming Sephiroth in such a manner. However,
as they were both Sephiroths, it didn't matter who...
Cloud's confused reasoning was thrown out the window
as his legs were spread apart and Seventeen moved
between them. In the dim light it was amazing how
similar the two silver-haired men looked. Seventeen
had discarded his glasses again along with his
clothing and, except for the hair, the difference was
no longer obvious.
"Sev... Seph..." Cloud cried as each man descended
upon him. Sephiroth had his mouth around Cloud's
arousal, using his tongue to toy with the tip as
Seventeen opened a container of lubricant and slicked
a pair of fingers.
Cloud pushed down against those fingers as they slid
into his body. If the alcohol had done anything, it
had certainly relaxed the blond to the point that
penetration brought little discomfort.
Seventeen worked his fingers inside of Cloud slowly,
savoring the heat that was in his memory too. He had
memories of Cloud writhing beneath him, crying out for
more as they coupled frantically, racing to a release
so long-awaited it had been almost painful.
And Seventeen remembered exactly where to touch Cloud,
and that pleasure combined with Sephiroth's tongue
quickly coaxed an orgasm from the blond. Cloud didn't
manage a sound beyond a strangled moan as he came,
instead choosing to crush blankets in his hands and
grab at Sephiroth's hair. Finally, as Sephiroth let
Seventeen swipe a bit of warm liquid from his mouth,
Cloud let a name spill from his lips. Sephiroth's.
Seventeen frowned a moment before giving his spot over
to Sephiroth, who quickly whispered something in
Seventeen's ear too quietly for Cloud to hear.
It was sort of like all of Cloud's forbidden fantasies
were suddenly coming true at once. Sephiroth took
little time to finish preparing Cloud and thrust
quickly and fully into Cloud's body in one motion.
Cloud hissed but then moaned, reaching out to pull
Sephiroth closer to him, to wrap his arms around him
as they began moving to a slower rhythm.
Sephiroth murmured Cloud's name before kissing Cloud.
He knew Seventeen could lay as much claim to Cloud as
he could, yet he felt protective anyway.
He'd share... Later.
Still, as Cloud pushed back to meet every thrust,
Sephiroth reminded himself that later was very closely
approaching. With one last deep thrust, he rocked back
and out of Cloud's arms, leaving the blond panting and
dazed.
"All yours," Sephiroth said, moving quickly to allow
Seventeen room.
Seventeen just nodded and claimed the space between
Cloud's legs, his erection glistening with lubricant
as he licked his lips. Staring at Cloud, he positioned
himself and roughly thrust forward, filling the blond
fully in one motion.
Before letting his eyes flutter shut, Cloud looked
beside him for Sephiroth, but Sephiroth wasn't
anywhere to be seen.
However, as Cloud was being pleasurefully rocked by
Seventeen's thrusts, he soon stopped wondering and
gave over to the sheer ecstasy once again coursing
through his body. He was growing desperate for
release, his arousal was dripping with pre-ejaculate
yet Seventeen was holding his arms so he couldn't
touch himself.
Suddenly Seventeen stopped moving, instead letting out
a low grown and shaking slightly. Cloud cried out
softly at the lack of stimulation and as he opened his
eyes, he realized the cause of the lost rhythm.
Sephiroth had claimed Seventeen, his eyes shimmering
in the dim room as he pulled his erection from
Seventeen's body before thrusting again, hard and
deep.
Seventeen moaned and arched, inadvertently moving
within Cloud as he did so. The blond let out a gasp
and after a couple awkward false starts, the three
were moving together as one with little difficulty.
The pace set was fast, which was fine as none of the
men wanted to wait any longer for release.
Cloud's neglected arousal was finally granted a
reprieve as Sephiroth forced Seventeen downward.
Almost embarrassingly quickly, Cloud was overtaken
with orgasm and he howled both men's names as he
slicked the slight space between his stomach and
Seventeen's.
Sephiroth just smirked and thrust harder, sure to
angle himself to wring moan after moan from Seventeen.
The clone couldn't hold on any longer as each motion
assailed him inside and the spasming heat his own
arousal was encased in proved to be too much. Grabbing
tightly to Cloud, he buried his face against Cloud's
shoulder as he came.
Stilled, Seventeen stayed clinging to Cloud as
Sephiroth continued to seek release within the hot
confines of his clone's body. Cloud had managed to
find an angle from which he could watch the action and
was rendered both breathless and speechless by the
visual feast.
Catching the blond's eyes for a moment, Sephiroth
managed a slight smile before giving himself over to
the ecstasy that tugged at his very being. Two names
fell from his lips as he thrust wildly with release
into Seventeen's body before drawing back and laying a
quick kiss on Seventeen's back.
Later, as fatigue was setting in, the three of them
arranged themselves under one thin blanket. Both
silver-haired men clung to Cloud, who in turn was
letting his mind fill with wonderful new fantasies
even as sleep beckoned.
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