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Summary
"I wonder what broke you," Sephiroth asks the still air, expecting no response. It studies the crest of Cloud's chest and the valley between, the shallows of his stomach. Too long with too little. Sephiroth themself has worn its wear before. "Yet you still want it, hm?"
Cloud will not answer, and Sephiroth would never ask him of something he could not give. Sephiroth rounds the bed to sit on the edge next to one of Cloud's strewn out arms. It wraps its fingers around a pale, nearly reflective wrist, picking it up and pulling it across Cloud's chest. Cloud does not stir. He would not. The four pricks, two sets of two on either side of Cloud's right ankle, would not let him. That is why it is doubly frustrating for Sephiroth that Cloud is not breathing slower. It is displeasing for health reasons and makes them want Cloud crying for breath on their cock.
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OrSephiroth is a freak for Cloud and also just a fucking freak
Part of the 'what lurks' universe. Can be read as being before or after the events of 'what lurks' so read however you like.
Series
- Part 2 of the voyeur