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It was almost midnight.

The VR room was empty, just as Sephiroth had planned. He stepped inside, wearing his plain workout gear and hair tied to a high ponytail. He had no idea if it looked good on him or not, but it made him feel different.

Sometimes, different was good. Especially on special occasions like this. He felt dolled up, it made him feel powerful.

Sephiroth entered the control room adjunct to the training room silently and took in his dark surroundings. No one. And why would there be? Everyone was sleeping, as they should be. He locked the door and cast a sealing spell, just in case. You could never be too careful.

Because of his enhanced vision, Sephiroth had no need for lights. His vision was perfect in the dark, too. Just one of the many quirks of his body that he rarely disclosed to anyone. Let them have their hero, he would have his secrets.

He slowly made his way to the computers and activated the training program after staring at the keyboard for a moment. His fingers itched as he typed in the commands for his preferred training module, including his 10-digit personal unlocking code.

MODE: Aggressive. He was in the mood for a good session today so nothing less would do. He wanted to feel and to forget.

As the machine whirred to life, Sephiroth stepped inside the glassy room next to the control room and heard the familiar words: Activating Combat Mode.

Slowly his reality transformed into Midgar Wasteland, the vast area of nothingness that surrounded the great Mako City of Midgar. The city of destroyed dreams. Sephiroth hummed and walked forward. He knew he had to search for what he was looking for, as he always did. Some things even programming couldn’t solve.

He summoned Masamune, just in case. Sometimes there were bugs and glitches in the programming.

The scenery was unchanging as he trod onwards, a sword in hand. It was eerily quiet, not a singing bird, not a howling monster in sight. Maybe his sword was unnecessary this time.

But then, finally.

Sephiroth smiled ferally. His prey.

With inhumane speed Sephiroth leapt to the blond boy who was standing in the shadows of a cliff, trying to hide in plain sight. He was wearing a trooper’s uniform and had a Shinra issue standard rifle in his hand. The boy screamed upon seeing the General of Shinra close on him and raised his rifle to parry the devastating blow.

Only it never came.

By the time Sephiroth had reached the trooper there was no Masamune anymore. Instead he grabbed the confused virtual trooper into a tight hug and crushed their mouths together, instantly pushing his tongue inside that sweet mouth.

“Cloud,” he managed to say between intense kisses, already half-moaning. It had been a week since he had last visited his tiny trooper and he was feeling absolutely wrecked already by the touch of his lips.

Cloud seemed dazed for a while but then shook his head and his eyes flashed, all virtual light, as the programming took over.

“General,” he growled and pushed Sephiroth hard enough for the larger man to lose his balance.

Sephiroth fell to the ground easily, allowing it, and stayed there, spreading his legs as an invitation. He knew what he wanted and time was limited in the simulator. “Come on,” he said, body thrumming with anticipation. He tried not to think about how he had to nudge his virtual trooper towards performing the right actions.

Cloud gave him a brilliant, predatory smile with a hint of teeth and slowly kneeled next to Sephiroth. “Eager today, aren’t we,” the trooper said with his clear voice, the effect between his domineering words and boyish attitude jarring.

Sephiroth nodded. There was no denying that. He was ready, his body was pulsing. “Yes,” he gasped and reached out for Cloud’s hand.

Cloud didn’t protest as his hand was placed on the growing bulge in Sephiroth’s pants. Instead he kneaded it no too gently and Sephiroth groaned. It felt so good to be touched like this by his little trooper. He wanted more. More touches on his cock, on his body. More of Cloud.

"Let me," he uttered and without wasting any time, undressed the trooper. It was a hassle as always with all the straps and belts on the infantry uniform, but finally he had Cloud naked in front of him. He was already hard and his dick, the most glorious dick Sephiroth had ever seen, was fat and red and leaking.

Sephiroth smiled and felt his own erection twitch desperately in his pants. He had paid special attention to the programming of that specific part of Cloud. A treat for himself.

For a moment he stared at the perfect little trooper, naked and wanting in front of him. One night he was going to fuck Cloud, to feel that tightness and heat around him. But not today.

Today he wanted to be filled until he was empty.

“Come here,” he said roughly, and the trooper obeyed. “Now. Undress me.”

Cloud nodded and got to work. He pulled Sephiroth’s t-shirt over his head and the long trail of silver hair followed after. Sephiroth laughed when Cloud wrinkled his nose in annoyance. But his laugh soon turned into a high pitched moan when Cloud’s sinful mouth found his nipple. Gaia, those were sensitive.

“More, Cloud,” he begged when the trooper licked and bit his nipple, twisting and turning the other one with his thumb and forefinger. “More.” And again the blond obeyed, going feral over Sephiroth’s chest, worshiping it like a man starved. Sephiroth would never let anyone touch his chest like this. It was impossible to even think about. But here, in this virtual reality with the pseudo-avatar of the real Cloud Strife, Sephiroth felt safe enough to let go.

“Now. My pants,” he said with a hoarse voice. Cloud smirked and nodded, instantly stopping to pay attention to Sephiroth’s swollen red nubs.

His pants were immediately divested and there he was, naked in front of Cloud. At last. 

“What do you want, General?” asked Cloud and reached out to stroke his own cock, looking at Sephiroth coyly.

Sephiroth watched hungrily as beads of precum gathered at the swollen head of Cloud's member and licked his lips. Cloud was so utterly perfect. “Let me,” he drawled, voice barely audible. Cloud nodded and sashayed forward until his cock was directly in front of Sephiroth’s face.

The General of Shinra wasted no time when given the opportunity of his own making so sweetly. He latched his mouth on Cloud’s cock while his hands reached for the boy’s balls. Oh how Sephiroth loved this. To kneel in front of Cloud and worship his perfect cock, hear his moans that sounded so real.

Sephiroth licked up and down the shaft hungrily, coating Cloud’s cock with thick layer of thinly green saliva full of mako and dangerous to any living organism. Cloud moaned and groaned like a bitch and Sephiroth felt his own cock pulse. He pursed his lips around the head and sucked, and Cloud’s whole body trembled. Slowly he let the perfect cock of his virtual lover deeper into his mouth, down, down, down his mouth until it passed his throat.

Sephiroth gagged and his eyes watered. Tears fell from his eyes and he couldn’t breathe, Cloud’s cock blocking the flow of air. He groaned desperately around the shaft but Cloud paid no heed. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open, his skin flushed pink as he fucked Sephiroth’s mouth faster and harder, gripping his ponytail and pulling it until more tears fell from Sephiroth’s eyes from the sensation.

“Gggggh,” he gurgled around the thick shaft, his nose flat against Cloud’s feathery blond pubes. It felt divine to be used like this, treated like a dirty slut, stripped of all his agency.

“You want more, my dirty little slut?” laughed the virtual Cloud and proceeded to fuck Sephiroth’s mouth even harder. Sephiroth started to feel lightheaded. Despite his enhancements, he needed air to continue.

He grabbed one of Cloud’s ass cheeks and pinched it, hard. Cloud yelped and drew his cock away. Sephiroth sputtered, his face full of tears, drool and precum, deliciously fucked and hurting.

He was filthy. He was a good boy, Cloud’s little toy. The loss of control and rank made his head spin with white hot lust.

“Enough,” he gasped, hand going to stroke his own cock desperately. Every tug and pull felt amazing, but he was frustrated and wanted more. “More, inside me.”

Cloud nodded and tilted his head slightly. “Do you want to try something new today, General? Something more… aggressive?” Without waiting for an answer he went to get his rifle and returned, eyes blazing with blatant lust.  

Sephiroth’s breath hitched and his eyes widened. Surely Cloud didn’t mean…

“Turn around,” said Cloud and yes, he did mean it. Sephiroth felt a sense of panic rise inside him. He had lubed himself as he always did, he was ready, but he was starting to regret setting the program to the aggressive mode. He should have familiarized himself with the details of the code beforehand.

Sephiroth realized he was being too slow to obey when Cloud’s foot reached for his cock, tracing his thick shaft with his delicate tiny toes. Devious laughter rang in the air. "General,” Cloud drawled. "It was your call. Turn around and let me give you what you want. Let me make you feel good.”

Sephiroth moaned and closed his eyes. Yes. That was what he wanted. All his desires fulfilled because where else had he to go except here? No one else could give him this humiliation, surrender, this blessed emptiness.

His whole body trembled as he slowly moved until he was on his hands and knees in front of Cloud, ass presented to his virtual lover like an offer.

Like a filthy dog.

“Better,” Cloud cooed and Sephiroth blushed at the praise. He could feel Cloud's body heat close to his ass. First there was one hand, then another, spreading his cheeks. Then, he wanted to say there was a tiny ghosting of breath, but of course there wasn’t because this Cloud wasn’t real. Instead there was steady wetness-but-not-quite as Cloud’s tongue lapped at his puckered entrance enthusiastically.

Sephiroth moaned and his whole body shuddered. “Nnnn,” he whimpered and felt Cloud smile against his ass.

“Good, my precious General.” The words were mumbled against his entrance until Cloud prodded his tongue inside and started thrusting in in and out of Sephiroth’s body.

He had no other option but to go with the flow of Cloud’s lovemaking, moaning and groaning and making all kinds of shameful noises he would never let anyone hear in real life. But here he surrendered. Cloud tongue was lovely, it felt so good and Sephiroth was slowly losing his mind at being opened up like this, two small but strong hands on his cheeks, spreading them apart further.

But suddenly it was gone, the slithery warmth of Cloud’s tongue, and something harder poked at his hole.

Fuck.

Sephiroth’s whole body tensed when Cloud slowly pushed the tip of the rifle inside him. He groaned. It hurt so bad, it split him open like nothing else before. He wasn’t able to control his body anymore, shuddering and whispering curses at the sensations, his head hanging limply.

Cloud pulled the hard cold rifle out, until he pushed it back inside, showering Sephiroth with praise. “Look at you. How wonderful you look, taking my gun so well.” Cloud found a steady pace and Sephiroth couldn’t form any coherent words anymore. He screamed, feeling full, used and utterly ruined. He was begging for mercy in no time, cock aching for release but too far gone to touch himself. The odd-shaped rifle didn’t stimulate his prostate, only pumped him full of steel and death and maddening exquisite pain, and Sephiroth longed for more.

“Cloud,” he managed to garble. “Your cock. Want your cock.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the rifle was pulled out. Sephiroth groaned at the sensation, at the feeling of loss. So empty, like he felt every day. Luckily he didn’t have to wait for long because Cloud was there again, kissing his back with those soft virtual lips, more perfect than anything Sephiroth had ever felt.

Finally he felt the head of Cloud’s lovely cock nudge his entrance and slowly push inside. A reward for a good boy. “Cloud,” he moaned and moved his hips to suck Cloud inside him in one fluid motion, feeling his walls contract around Cloud’s cock, so perfectly created for him only. Cloud whimpered and Sephiroth felt him shudder against his ass.

“Feels good?” he ground out and squeezed his ass, pulling another terribly silly little groan of pleasure from Cloud.  

“Yes,” Cloud sighed with his boyish voice, pulling out and snapping his hips back in. “You always do, General. Now. I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your brains out.”

Sephiroth nodded earnestly, his upper body falling down to allow Cloud even deeper access to his body. Cloud smacked his left cheek, hard, and he yelped pathetically, sweat rolling off of his forehead.

“Haa,” he panted, reaching for his cock and wrapping his hands around it, starting to pump it forcefully as the virtual Cloud continued to fuck him. Sephiroth closed his eyes and millions of tiny jolts of electricity sizzled all over his body as Cloud’s cock pierced him again and again, rubbing his prostate devilishly and making him suffer from pleasure as he desperately pumped his own dick.

Soon he felt his stomach tighten and the nerves pull, his balls retreating and body get ready to release. His cock hurt and he knew he was going to come immediately. “Cloud,” he whimpered, voice hoarse and begging. “I’m, haaaa, going to come. I want you with me,” he moaned desperately and Cloud grunted, speeding up his movements.

And finally, there was nothing but hot bliss inside and around him. He yelled, whole body convulsing. His cock pulsed and shot ropes of cum to the ground below until he was finally empty, blissfully empty in so many ways.

He hadn’t even realized that Cloud had pulled out, but he slowly rolled to his back. Cloud didn’t say anything, only gave him a smile and crawled between his spent legs and let his naked body fall on top of him.

They kissed, kissed hard and gentle, fast and slow, until Sephiroth felt dizzy and content. Happy and empty, ruined and saved. Everything was perfect until Cloud’s body started to flicker, his eyes going wide and mouth forming a small o. Sephiroth desperately wrapped his arms around the fading virtual trooper—his trooper—in an attempt to keep him in the reality with him.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, despair entering his voice.

But in mere seconds the whole virtual reality crashed around him and he found himself lying naked on the floor of the training hall, cold, lonely reality upon him.

Conflict Resolved, announced a cracking female voice and Sephiroth closed his eyes tiredly.

Anything but.

Back in his room he showered and cleaned himself. There was nothing inside him to clean, of course, but he pretended there was, lazily pushing his own finger in and out of his stretched and gaping hole and pretending it was Cloud’s, pretending to feel Cloud’s imaginary cum seeping out of him, marking him and staining him.

After a few bittersweet minutes he exited the bathroom and unceremoniously plopped onto his bed, quickly rolling over. He sighed. Tomorrow, one more day of seeing the real Cloud but never being able to talk to him.

Right before sleep engulfed him one lonely greenish tear fell from his eyes and formed a tiny pool on his pillow.

Chapter Text

Genesis popped a grape into his mouth and stared at his pile of paperwork.

Boring.

His life was extremely boring as of late. Missions suitable for dullards, mountains of paperwork to conquer and no new LOVELESS adaptations in sight.

And one moping General of SOLDIER, who was starting to get to Genesis’ nerves.

He had been observing Sephiroth for a while now: the way his eyes always trailed after a particular trooper, his soft pitiful sighs of unrequited love and his nightly visits to the VR training rooms.

Genesis knew, of course, what kind of training Sephiroth was undergoing. He had caught Kunsel with all the training data and had promptly bribed the SOLDIER 2^nd Class to stay silent with a promise of a new “stealth” surveillance equipment set exclusively for Kunsel. He had also forced Kunsel to spill the beans of Sephiroth’s PIN and promptly programmed the rifle into the General’s personal training program himself.

He felt immensely proud, based on the dazed look on Sephiroth’s face the morning after.

But now he was so done and annoyed with his friend, that sad sob of a General who couldn’t bring himself to speak to a lowly trooper. Sephiroth cared way too much for what was considered proper and what was not. Genesis prided himself for having a more flexible interpretation of the many rules of Shinra, of course. Fraternizing, for example, wasn’t downright forbidden and hence there was no obstacle for Sephiroth to get a little real loving from his trooper.

If only he talked to him.

The grape tasted heavenly in Genesis’ mouth as it burst under the pressure of his teeth. He needed to do something—an intervention—before he’d lose his mind.

Genesis trailed Sephiroth’s trooper for a few days to know exactly when would be the best time to kidnap the poor thing and gift him to Sephiroth. With Kunsel’s expertise and cooperation, he had secured an access to the trooper’s room when no one else was present. To his elation he had found a large Shinra recruitment poster with an image of Sephiroth plastered on the wall. There had been a clear kiss mark around Sephiroth’s mouth which had made Genesis laugh.

This was going to be easy.

There was no need for a goddess to descend from the sky, because Genesis’ thisworldly intervention to bring his everlasting gift for those two idiots would be a success. Waving at the two dimensional Sephiroth and blowing him a kiss, a plan started to form in his mind.

And when the next Monday arrived, Genesis was ready.

“Trooper Strife!”

The whole unit turned to look with various states of shock as Genesis—Commander Rhapsodos—walked in to the infantry training room they were currently using for their basic rifle training. Genesis wanted to snicker but forced his face to maintain an impassive, slightly angry, look.

“Sir!” squeaked a boy, possibly the smallest of the whole bunch, while scrambling up from the floor where he had been sitting and waiting for his turn, a rifle in his hand. Once standing he saluted Genesis promptly. “Commander Rhapsodos, sir. What can I do for you, sir?”

Genesis found himself liking the attitude of the young trooper and the unwavering sound of his voice. He almost purred. Sephiroth was going to love his gift. Hopefully, both of his intended gifts. Something in his belly lurched and he allowed himself a small tilt of lips, looking at Strife.

“With me, trooper. I have a mission for you.”

He more saw than heard the other troopers whisper in confusion around Strife, who merely stood in front of Genesis and nodded shortly. “Yessir.”

“Well then. Don’t keep me waiting,” Genesis sneered—he had a reputation to maintain—and signaled the boy to follow. “Keep the rifle.”

“Yessir!” Strife’s voice rang in the air, clear and pretty and Genesis allowed a giddy smile to bloom on his face after having turned his back on the troopers.

He made the young trooper follow him as he led him from the barracks to the Shinra Building, to the elevator, and to the restricted SOLDIER floors.

And, eventually, to his own apartment.

“Strife. Take off your helmet.”

“Sir,” Strife said but his tone was more hesitant than before. Genesis almost felt sorry for the boy, he must be baffled as to why he was brought to a SOLDIER Commander’s private apartment. But he removed his helmet nonetheless and Genesis was immediately faced with pretty blue eyes on a doe-like innocent face.

Goddess’ thighs. Strife was even more glorious in person than as a VR apparition. Too bad the General had his sights on this one.

“At ease, trooper,” he said in what he hoped to be a soothing, benevolent tone. “I have brought you here because I have a mission of a private sort for you.”

Strife stared at him but, after a little while, nodded. Genesis smiled, a bit nastily. “General Sephiroth seems to be under an ailment and I have been looking for a way to ease his suffering.”

Strife let out a small gasp. “The General, sir?” For a moment he looked so frightened that it took all of Genesis’ willpower not to start laughing. Poor boy. He had it coming.

“Yes,” he said gravelly. “The General. He’s sick.”

Strife all but trembled at the idea of his General being sick with possibly an incurable disease, his eyes getting even wider. And oh, were those even tears in there?

Genesis stifled a laugh. The boy would understand soon enough, but Genesis was allowed to have a little bit of fun for making all this happen.

He leaned closer to the boy, smelling the sweet scent of innocence and inexperience that lingered in the air all around him. “Lovesick,” he whispered, grazing the shell of the boy’s ear with his lips before pulling away abruptly. “And this is where you’re support would be greatly appreciated.”

Strife gawked at him, mouth open, eyes wide. He seemed to have lost his skill to speak, but Genesis didn’t mind. Words were unnecessary in this case. He walked to his kitchen table and took a paper that had been there, waiting. Together with a pen he walked back to the trooper and offered the two objects to him.

The trooper stared at the paper blankly, then turned his gaze on Genesis, who grinned. “An NDA. Please read and sign it.”

Strife blanched. “Sir. Do I have a choice?”

This time Genesis laughed out loud. “No. Now sign it, you insufferable little brat.”

The way Strife scowled at him stirred something in his body, a distant flicker of a flame that wanted an outlet, preferably soon.

Genesis watched as the boy read the document, his eyes bulging and face turning an interesting shade of red, until he took the offered pen and signing with trembling hands. “Good,” Genesis said blithely. “You do know what an NDA means? You are not allowed to tell anyone about the contents of our deal or there will be consequences.”

“Consequences?” breathed Strife and his voice wobbled wonderfully.

Genesis smirked, channeling his inner mana to produce a fierce Fire that flickered on his hand. “Consequences,” he confirmed and enjoyed the look of ardent wonder mixed with fear on Strife’s face. With a flick of his wrist the flame was gone. “Now, come. Let’s not keep the sick General waiting anymore.”

“Sephiroth, it’s me. Open the door.” Genesis’ voice rang in the sterile air of the SOLDIER 1sts apartment floor. They were waiting in front of Sephiroth’s apartment and Genesis was sure the tiny little trooper would pass out any given moment. His eyes were glassy and he was barely breathing, clutching at the rifle with white knuckles.

“What are you—” Sephiroth grumbled, opening the door and stopping on spot.

“Thank you,” said Genesis and pushed the bewildered General away from the door, pulling Strife in with him. He took in the state of the General’s apartment. Clean, everything in place. A book on the kitchen counter and a glass of water. Apparently Sephiroth had been reading.

How quaint.

“I’ve thought of a wonderful present for you, Sephiroth,” Genesis said and grinned, shoving the trooper to Sephiroth’s general direction. There was something immensely satisfying about the way Sephiroth’s green eyes widened in fear and his mouth fell open, the way his arms went limp at his sides.

“What—” he uttered, barely getting the words out of his mouth.

Genesis moved lazily to where Sephiroth was standing in his track pants and a t-shirt, staring at his little trooper who was all but squirming under the gaze. He traced Sephiroth’s jaw with one finger and brought his lips close to his friend’s ear and whispered: “Did you enjoy my little gift earlier, hmm? The rifle in the simulator?”

Sephiroth’s eyes blew impossibly wide and he clenched his jaw. “You—”

Genesis sighed. His friend wasn’t exactly talkative normally, but today he seemed to have difficulties in getting a single sentence out of his mouth. Luckily no such thing ever happened to Genesis.

“Yes yes. It was me. And your secret is safe with me now that I have bribed Kunsel never to tell anyone.”

Sephiroth finally tore his eyes away from Strife and turned to look at Genesis in horror. “Kunsel, too?”

Genesis nodded. “But rest assured, my pretty friend. I’ve worked my magic and no one shall know.” He narrowed his eyes. “Enough of that. Why don’t you enjoy your gift?”

“Gift,” echoed Sephiroth, frowning and looking confused.

“General,” Strife said and there was something dreamlike to his voice. “I was told that I could be of help. With your,” the boy looked immensely uncomfortable and blushed furiously. “…ailment,” he finally managed to choke. “If you’d want me to.” 

Genesis looked at the scene unfolding in front of him and secretly congratulated himself for orchestrating all this. It was better than LOVELESS, truly, the way Sephiroth turned his begging, fearful, desperate gaze on Genesis. “Don’t worry. Strife here signed an NDA,” Genesis smirked. “Now, if you’re done gawking, let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Before neither Sephiroth nor Strife had time to say no, he had started to shove them towards Sephiroth’s large bedroom. He knew the man had a lovely king size bed that would accommodate them all.

Sephiroth’s hand suddenly grabbed his wrist. “And what do you get out of this arrangement?” he said with a low menacing voice that made Genesis’ blood boil with unfiltered desire.

He brought his lips close to Sephiroth’s ear, much like he had whispered to Strife earlier. “I get to fuck you while you fuck Strife. Don’t worry, beloved, I’m sure he will be happy to top the next time.”

The way Sephiroth gasped was immensely satisfying and Genesis couldn’t resist grabbing his ass and giving it a squeeze. Plump and perfect. He couldn’t wait.

Once inside the bedroom it seemed that both Sephiroth and Strife were equally clueless as to what to do. Genesis sighed. Goddess, they were impossible.  

“Sephiroth. Undress him,” he commanded and the smoldering gaze Sephiroth shot him made his own cock twitch in his pants.

“Sir,” Strife said with his soft siren voice and Genesis briefly admired the willpower of Sephiroth for not fucking the boy into the sheets immediately.

Sephiroth took a step closer. “Is this… okay?” he asked, eyes searching for consent. Strife nodded and a tiny smile of surprised wonder spread to his face. “Yeah. Yes, sir. General. More than okay,” he breathed dreamily. “Sir.” He blushed.

Genesis shed his leather coat and sat on the large cuck chair that Sephiroth, for one reason or another, had in his room, and palmed his growing erection gently, looking at the show unfurling in front of him. Yes. Definitely better than LOVELESS and that was saying a lot.

Sephiroth’s hands were gentle and—holy fuck, trembling—as they tugged at Strife’s belts and harness, unfastening the clips and helping the tiny trooper out of his gear. The rifle was still attached to the harness and Sephiroth blushed as he took it and placed it on the floor carefully. He turned his attention back to Strife, who was staring at the silver-haired General in lustful awe, and started to unbutton his jacket.

Genesis’ heart beat faster as Strife’s lithe body was slowly unwrapped from under all the ugly Shinra fatigues. He wasn’t sure if it was the sight of the nude boy himself, or the utterly enthralled expression on Sephiroth’s face that turned him on so much. Or the obscenely large size gap between the General and Strife.

They looked absolutely dirty together.

Genesis couldn’t wait to see Strife take Sephiroth’s cock, to hear him moan and scream and curse as he writhed on what Genesis assumed was one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen. If he had even seen any in real life.

“Now, you. Strip,” he ordered and stared at Sephiroth, who nodded and undressed swiftly, nothing like the reverent way he had unwrapped his little trooper.

Genesis smiled at the sight of the naked General, already full mast from just undressing Strife. Cute.

He heard Strife’s heated “General,” and Sephiroth’s equally breathless “Cloud.”

“Kiss him,” Genesis whispered and couldn’t tear his eyes off of his friend and Strife—Cloud.

Cloud looked like he would combust on sight as Sephiroth took a few steps closer, until they were face to face, or face to chest, Sephiroth large cock poking at the trooper’s pale abs. Cloud’s eyes had fallen shut and he was trembling terribly, and even Genesis’ breath hitched as Sephiroth finally brought his lips to Cloud’s and the two kissed for the first time.

It didn’t stay innocent for long and Genesis realized he needed to get out if his own clothing before it was too late, before those two idiots would be far gone in their own world to remember Genesis at all.

That simply wouldn’t do.

He deserved a prize for making all this happen, for all the effort. It had been a daunting mission after all, one of his hardest, because never had he ever seen two people as dense as those two. 

He stripped quickly and gave his own quite interested cock a few solid strokes before joining Sephiroth and Cloud on the bed, where they had fallen as a heated heap of limbs and grunts.

“Don’t let me disturb you,” he singsonged, although it came out breathless and a tad bit needy. “Let me just maneuver you a little bit.”

Neither seemed to pay him much attention but he didn’t mind. Watching the cool, stern, unapproachable Sephiroth lose his control like this because of a blond twink—and thanks to Genesis—was a trophy enough. He would relive this in his mind in the years to come.

Finally he got the duo exactly as he wanted them: Sephiroth lying on his back with his long legs dangling over from the edge of the bed and two pillows under his lower back, and Cloud straddling him only slightly uncomfortably, a weightless small thing on top of the intimidating form of the General.

Genesis paused to observe his handiwork, all the while lavishing his dick with the attention of his hand. Goddess, those two were hot.

Cloud was mewling and rutting against Sephiroth, their cocks rubbing against each other, leaking precome and making a mess on their naked bodies. Genesis watched as their shafts glistened, gliding against each other. Sephiroth’s cock was big and Genesis longed to take it into his mouth. Cloud cock was small and pretty, cut and less veiny than theirs but standing proud and weeping for attention.

Genesis wanted to taste it, too. His chest burnt with desire.

Maybe next time. He watched as Sephiroth and Cloud kissed, flushed and sweaty, chasing pleasure together shamelessly. There were moans and groans, high-pitched whines from Cloud and masculine grunts from Sephiroth. The General’s hands were massaging Cloud’s round ass.

Genesis reached out idly to sneak his hand in between the two to rub Sephiroth’s nipples. The man was absurd, always walking with that ridiculous leather coat that left his chest bare, and Genesis had always wanted to see those pecs up and close.

To feel them.

And feel them he did, rubbing and stroking and pinching and tugging, pulling unholy groans out of Sephiroth’s throat, making the General rut against his smaller lover even harder. Cloud whimpered and panted, licking whatever part of the General he could reach.

Genesis didn’t stop, only rubbed one nub harder, then the other one, and Sephiroth threw his head back against the bed and moaned. It was a beautiful sounds from a beautiful man and Genesis closed his eyes, squeezing the base of his cock. Too fucking early.

He turned his attention to Sephiroth’s night desk instead and rummaged around the drawer to find a bottle of lube, moving then to where Sephiroth and Cloud’s legs were dangling together at the edge of the bed.

“Ass up,” he said and smacked Cloud’s pert little ass enough to leave a red mark on one cheek. Cloud yelped but moved his ass up, revealing his tight little hole for Genesis to see. Genesis groaned at the sight and couldn’t resist himself. He had to get a taste, and so he dove in and licked a long stripe from Cloud’s balls to his hole, lapping at it with his tongue and enjoying the stuttered sounds of embarrassed pleasure Cloud panted directly into Sephiroth’s sweaty skin.

Genesis could spend the day eating out a lovely ass like this, but there were more timely things to do. The truth was that Genesis was starting to feel slightly dizzy, too, losing his calm. Desire burnt in him, bright and hot, and he craved release, craved to be part of that little bubble of lust that Sephiroth and Cloud were currently in. He was growing impatient.

Spreading Sephiroth’s legs wider and hitching his knees up, Genesis locked his long legs with Cloud’s to reveal his hole, too. He didn’t care that the positions might not have been the most comfortable one.

“Now lovelies, I’m going to prep you both,” he said but it came out as a hoarse whisper. Sephiroth only grunted and Cloud mewled, the two of them completely taken with each other.

It was messy, but finally Genesis was able to coat the fingers of both of his hands with lube. He trembled as he inched closer two those two exposed holes, waiting to be ravaged. Slowly he inserted one finger inside Sephiroth first and enjoyed the needy gasp that rang in the air. Then he pushed the forefinger of his other hand inside Cloud, feeling the tight rim along the way and stroking it more that he did with Sephiroth.

“Oh, Gaia,” Cloud moaned in his pretty voice which was immediately muffled by Sephiroth’s mouth.

Genesis stared at the sight. His fingers, inside both Sephiroth and Cloud. He had to be quick or he was fucking going to come on the sight alone. And so he started stretching them as efficiently as a SOLDIER only could, pushing his fingers in an out, twisting and turning them to make the rings of muscle looser. He knew that Sephiroth was experienced, of course, but Cloud seemed like a virgin and where would the fun be if all this hurt him.

He inserted the second fingers and continued, enjoying the medley of groans and sighs that the two dense dorks provided. Such power, he thought deliriously, and added the third fingers and more lube. With both of his hands occupied he knew he couldn’t pay enough attention to locating both of their prostates, so he prioritized stretching Cloud, leaning forward and bringing his lips to the boy’s lower back at the same time. He curled his fingers inside the teen’s body until he found what he was looking for and started to rub the spot relentlessly.

Cloud screamed in surprise, his whole body shuddering with bursts of pleasure. Sephiroth’s low breathless laugh somewhere under the pile of flesh was music to his ears.

When he felt both of the men had loosened up enough, he withdrew his fingers and stroked lube to his own cock. Gaia he was hard, he was so hard he would burst unless he got to be inside Sephiroth.

“Now Cloud. You ride the General,” he drawled, voice cracking. He squeezed more lube into his hand and lathered a generous amount on Sephiroth’s cock, earning a low choked huff.

“Yessir,” Cloud agreed softly, his breath catching. Genesis drew back and watched as he lined himself up, a bit clumsily because of the angle, but Sephiroth was there to help him, holding Cloud’s hip with one hand and his own dick with another.

“Holy fuck,” Genesis whispered as Cloud started to sink down, Sephiroth feeding him his cock inch by torturous inch. A continuous whine escaped Cloud’s throat and Sephiroth’s eyes rolled back in his head. Genesis panted at the sight of the small trooper writhing on the General’s huge cock like he was made to take it.

That little filthy slut. Almost making Genesis to blow his load immediately.

“Taking it so well,” he groaned and put his hands on Cloud’s soft body, feeling the heat and sweat on the young skin, pinching his nipples and caressing the boy as he accommodated Sephiroth’s cock. “What a beauty you are.”  

When Sephiroth’s cock was finally sheathed inside Cloud, the smaller male slumped forward, panting rigorously. Sephiroth looked like he was going to pass out any given moment.

Genesis took this as his cue and moved between Sephiroth’s legs, pushing them upwards and bending them from the knees. Cloud was small enough to fit between Sephiroth’s muscled thighs easily.

“Now. My pleasure, too” Genesis growled and Sephiroth sighed, his forehead touching Cloud’s.

Genesis looked down as he brought his cock close to Sephiroth’s glistening stretched hole, spreading more lube on it.

Gaia, Goddess, fuck. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

Closing his eyes he pushed inside, Sephiroth’s body swallowing the large head of his cock immediately. He groaned and trembled, and so did Sephiroth, his whole body convulsing. As a consequence Cloud whimpered, Sephiroth’s cock digging deeper into him.

Genesis panted, seeing stars, and started to push more of his shaft inside. This was already the best thing he had experienced, the single most life-changing experience for him, and he wasn’t even fully sheathed inside Sephiroth yet.

Finally he bottomed out, pelvis flush against Sephiroth’s ass and belly against Cloud’s lower back. He gave a shuddering laugh. “Look at you both,” he murmured, sweat rolling off of his forehead as tiny sparks of pleasure journeyed across his body, starting to build into a larger network of electric shocks. Sephiroth squeezed his cock perfectly and Genesis had never been happier. “Sluts,” he choked out, affectionately.

He slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. Sephiroth shuddered and tried to meet Genesis’ movements in order to fuck into Cloud properly. Genesis buried his head to one of Sephiroth’s sweet thighs, sucking a deep red kiss mark into the skin and enjoying the desperate noises Sephiroth made while he fucked him silly.

And Cloud. He had straightened himself the best he could and was now bouncing on Sephiroth’s cock like a dirty little ragdoll. He was more useful as their personal fucktoy than a trooper, rattled Genesis’ brain through his lustful haze .

Genesis moved the troopers body slightly to the side to look at Sephiroth, who was flushed pink and sweaty, silver hair wet against his forehead and spread all around them, eyes wide in ecstasy and pupils completely blown out. His mouth was open and he was moaning tiny stuttered sounds, and Genesis had never heard anything as beautiful as that, the General of SOLDIER coming undone on his cock. And maybe also because of the blond twink riding the General like there was no tomorrow.

But that was acceptable. It was all due to Genesis’ machinations, after all.

For a moment he stopped caring about Cloud, about Sephiroth and concentrated on chasing his own release. He thrusted into Sephiroth again and again, staring down how his greedy hole swallowed his cock over and over again. And then he was coming, unable to last any longer, Sephiroth’s insides massaging him just right, squeezing perfectly.

He moaned, pumping his hips against Sephiroth and filling him with his come. He pulled away with a groan as soon as he was done, overstimulation kicking in, and moved to the side of the bed to watch Sephiroth and Cloud.

He felt a smile pull at his lips through his post-orgasmic haze. With the pillows now gone, Cloud was riding Sephiroth, head thrown back, Sephiroth’s other hand helping him to move his hips up and down.

The fingers of their other hand were tightly entwined.

Sephiroth looked rapturous as he stared at Cloud, his lithe strong tiny form astride him, as if Cloud was the goddess descended from the heavens only for Sephiroth. Genesis watched in rapt fascination how Cloud’s belly bulged each time he bottomed out and how absolutely horribly filthy that was.

And Cloud’s cock. Pretty, still growing. Demanding attention.

Genesis crawled closer and started pumping the blonde trooper in rhythm with Sephiroth’s thrusts, paying special attention to the sensitive head. It didn’t take long at all for Cloud to climax with a shrill yell, his seed spurting all over Genesis’ hand and Sephiroth’s muscular torso. His orgasm pulled Sephiroth over the edge with him.

Beautiful, Genesis whispered but wasn’t sure if the two others even heard him.  

For a moment there was nothing but ragged breaths and harsh panting in the air as the three of them came down from their high.

But looking at Sephiroth and Cloud entwined together like that made Genesis feel oddly sad.

Like a third wheel.

The lust in his belly had cooled down, but another type of unfamiliar longing had made its home inside. It was filthy, the way both Sephiroth and Cloud leaked come, and Genesis thought he should maybe clean them up and leave, but he was frozen on his spot on the bed.

“Ah. I think I should…” He didn’t know what he should do but he suddenly felt he was interrupting something now that the high had worn off. He starts to move away from the bed—only to have his wrist grabbed tightly by Cloud, who yanked.

With a surprised yell Genesis tumbled forward on top of the two others and before he had any time to react, he found himself sandwiched between Sephiroth and Cloud.

He promptly stopped thinking when Sephiroth’s urgent lips covered his and invited him to a passionate kiss. It was everything he had ever dreamed about and then some. Cloud laughed against his back, joyous and bright and when his small fingers—wet with come, thought Genesis distantly—dived between his cheeks and poked at his own hole, Genesis’ heart fluttered.

Holy fuck.

“And now I get to fuck you both,” murmured Cloud, nipping at his earlobe, and pushed a finger inside.

That sassy little shit, was the last thought in Genesis’ head before he fell deeper than he had never thought would be possible, right into the trap of his own making.