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50kinks - fic
Title: Hurts so good
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kira_k & okami_hu
Universe: 7seas AU
Theme: #18 - Whips
Warning: R, kink (who whould have thought...?)
Couple/Characters: Sephiroth/Cloud
Word count: 6390
Notes: Chapter 3 of the 7seas saga. chapter list is HERE
Summary: Sephiroth thinks, Cloud learned his lesson well and decides to test this.
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The H.M.S. Midgar successfully reached the harbor, thanks to the blond helmsman, Cid Highwind's secure grip on the wheel. The sailors cheered a bit then the real work began. They were assigned to pack some goods into the ship and take it to the next harbor, where a passenger waited for them.
They arrived around noon and loading the cargo took up most of the afternoon. Captain Sephiroth went to the Shinra Trade post in the meantime, to see if there were any other orders. First Mate Zack stayed on the ship and coordinated the work.
Cloud was assigned to make room for all the goods in the storage, so he spent his morning pushing and moving heavy chests, barrels and sacks full of potato. After a brief pause and some lunch the afternoon was spent to put the new chests, barrels and sacks at their place, but this time he had the help of Veld and Rude as well. The youth was sweating and tired when they finished with everything. The first mate and the captain spoke a few words then Zack gathered the men, save Cloud, and left for the nearest tavern. Cloud watched them go, leaning against a mast. He had washed his face and had wiped away most of the sweat before with the others, and now, he had nothing to do just guard the ship with the silent captain.
The minutes passed, they turned to an hour. The sun set and the harbor was buzzing with life. The echo of talking, laughter and merry music drifted in the air. Sephiroth deemed it enough finally and he walked out to the deck, taking a deep breath from the cool air. The horizon was burning in dazzling oranges and purples and the captain stopped for a heartbeat to admire the beautiful view. He was in love with the sea, he respected it as if it had been his beloved parent - and in fact, it was. It taught him many things, and he felt lucky, that the sea seemed to love him back. Sephiroth had seen storms but lately, they simply cleared his ship.
Cloud was sitting on the deck, half leaning against the railing, but mostly using his elbows to hold his weight. He was watching the sky, how it turned from the blue to grey and pink. He was pondering about how he had seemingly managed to fit in after the stumbling of the first weeks, and how fortunate he was. The Midgar felt like a home, and the slight rocking was like a mother's. His thoughts then turned to the ship's captain, Sephiroth and the first mate, Zack.
"Enjoying the view, Cloud?" the deep, velvety voice came from behind.
Cloud yelped in surprise and jumped up. He could feel as the last of his dignity shattered around as he turned to face the captain, his cheek burning from the embarrassment. However, there was a question asked and he tried to remember what that was. "Ah...Aye, Capt'n, I was."
Sephiroth allowed himself a slight smile and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. He stepped closer to the boy, resting his hands on the railing. "It is a beautiful sight. Even when I was a child, I loved to watch the sunset. It fascinated me, how the colors changed and how sweetly the sea sang."
Cloud was in awe. The captain, whom he already worshipped much more than it was healthy, especially after getting a lashing from the very same man, was speaking to him. And not ordering him around as usual but sharing his thoughts! Cloud nodded a bit and risked a smile. "Aye, Capt'n. It's very capturing."
Sephiroth turned to the young sailor and measured him from top to toe. The boy was slender and seemingly frail but one could detect the improving muscles under his sun-kissed skin. He had a heart-shaped face, its expression open and honest. His eyes were bright blue, like the clear summer sky, with sparks of youthful energy, the passion for life. The blond hair seemed silky and stood out into every direction amusingly, like a chocobo's ruffled feathers. The honey-tanned cheeks were adorable as the blood rushed into them and that small, full mouth was practically begging to me kissed. Sephiroth felt a sudden rush of heat in his inside but he calmed his body's demands. "Where were you born, Cloud?"
"In a small town in the mountains," Cloud answered and tried to force himself to relax a bit. He couldn't. "It's called Nibelheim, Capt'n."
"Nibelheim?" Sephiroth blinked in surprise. "That’s deep in the mainland, isn’t it? How come you chose to become a sailor then?"
Again, this damned embarrassment crept into Cloud's face in the form of a blush and he tried to politely look away. The sea offered a good escape root and the youth stared at the dark waves. "It was... Because I wanted to be like you, Capt'n," he answered in the quietest tone he could, hoping he won't be asked to repeat.
"Ah." Now, that was some serious ego-stroking. Sephiroth smiled in half-disbelief and he began to suspect that he can actually whistle for the challenge. Well, not that it really mattered at the moment. "Really? Is my fame that widespread, I'm known in the mainland as well?"
"Ah-," the relief washed through Cloud at the simple acknowledgement which wasn't followed by any teasing. "Aye, Capt'n... You're famous, 'n not in the bad-way, 'n .. Aye."
The boy looked ravishing and he didn't even know about that. However, Sephiroth knew he couldn't just pounce down on him like a hunting bird of prey. "How old are you, Cloud?"
Cloud sighed. It was an easy question, yet, whenever he answered it somehow managed to make the older people around him behave as if he was half of it. "Sixteen, sir."
"Seconds away from becoming a real man," Sephiroth remarked with a half-smile. "Now, tell me Cloud, how many of life's great trials have you cleared this far?"
Cloud smiled at the comment, the feeling that Sephiroth was someone special more solid than ever. However, this question was tricky. "I dunno, Capt'n," he said but didn't shrug because his back still hurt. What seemed like a great trial for a youth like him wasn't that brilliant for a hardened man like the captain was. "What counts as great trial, sir?"
"Those are the first things, mostly" Sephiroth explained. "The first drink or smoke, the first kiss or the first kill. Those memories always remain with you because usually, they change your life one way or the other."
"I think I hate the rum after yesterday," Cloud said a bit more comfortable. "And the way from the mountains aren't safe usually, there are monsters and rarely bandits-"
"So, you have already killed?" The green eyes flashed. "A man, too?"
"Aye, Capt'n." Cloud's fist tightened on the railing as he remembered the pain and panic, and how easy it was to swing the other's fallen sword around, then the blood splattered at him, its rich smell assaulting his nose and making him sick right after the battle ended.
He couldn't help but give a start when the captain's hand descended upon his shoulder. "You're more mature than you look, then." A smile graced the full lips. "And what about the more pleasant things?"
Cloud was starting to hate the blood that coursed in his veins because it heated up his face too easily, making him look stupid in front of his idol. "I... hugged?" he offered at least and hoped it did count as something.
The laughter bursting out disintegrated all his remaining pride. Sephiroth's rich voice rang out into the descending night and the captain had to lean on the railing while his shoulders shook. He couldn't help it, it was too amusing.
Cloud wanted to disappear. The sea looked like she would embrace him and pull him down although with his sheer luck, Cloud thought it wouldn't be above the Captain to fish him out, making the experience even more embarrassing. So he just silently stared at the hard wood and wished there was a way to leave without earning himself a punishment or more embarrassment.
Finally, the laughter ceased to snickers and Sephiroth straightened, realizing that the boy way in silent agony. "I wasn't laughing at you," he told the boy, and patted his shoulder. "Just how you said that, it was kind of amusing... Albeit, kind of sweet as well," he added on a second thought. "Such innocence is often rewarded by cruelty and betrayal, Cloud. Be aware of those who want to get close to you. Not every friendly smile is really meant, sometimes there's a knife in the sleeve of the arms spread out for a welcoming embrace."
"Like in Reno's, sir...?" Cloud asked, although his face was still flushed. The captain's words weren't enough to help him relax, but the change of topic was welcome. "I'm... not one to blindly step into such embrace, Capt'n," he added. Which didn't mean he protested, just that he was aware of the danger around him, and knew there was no real guarantee to be unharmed.
Sephiroth chuckled again and snapped his elegant fingers. "That was a good one, Cloud. Well, until you don't anger Reno, those knives will remain sheathed. He's a truly unique creature, a ruthless killer and a trustworthy companion in one. Well, he'll take your rum, your girlfriend, win your money on cards but when you'll be in a deep mess, he'll be there to pull you out." Sephiroth looked at the moon slowly climbing on its way on the darkened sky. "You know, it's surprising that you don't have a sweetheart somewhere waiting."
There was no polite way to tell the captain to drop the topic of -the lack of- his love life, or if there was, Cloud didn't know it. And he wasn't even sure, he would use the words, as the embarrassment seemed to be outweighed by the sheer knowledge that Sephiroth was speaking to him. Talking with him. "I've a childhood friend, but I guess she doesn't count." Cloud hoped Tifa won't hear back these words ever, because then it would be better to start to dig his grave right now. It didn't matter that he was smitten with Sephiroth and not her; Tifa did wait for him and did count.
"And you still haven't kissed her? Most boys do it while they run around with wooden swords and play with marbles."
"I-...We didn't work like that," Cloud said with a bit of shutter. It was difficult to explain that Tifa hit just as hard as him, if not harder, and she was more a friend than a girl.
It was time to take steps toward something much more amusing. "And you probably don't even know how to do it, do you?" Sephiroth kept his voice gentle, merely curious, without any mocking.
"..." Cloud opened his mouth then closed it, his face burning red just like the dying sun. It wasn't exactly true; he had seen kissing pairs. He just never had the opportunity to try the lipsmashing out.
"You'll learn," Sephiroth said wisely, then stretched. He was without his coat and he let the shirt show his muscles. "It's starting to get a little cold. Cloud, come with me, I need you to do something for me." Without looking back, the captain marched off toward his cabin.
Cloud sighed out and glanced at the sea one last time before he turned on his heels to follow Sephiroth. He had managed to stare without turning his head; and what a nice show he had got! The captain was like a tiger or snow-panther - sleek muscles and the danger oozing off around him, even when he was relaxed. The way down to the cabin was a bit awkward as he kicked into the stairs and the small chest next to the door as well. "Aye, Capt'n?" he asked after he hissed in the slight, unexpected pain and shut the door behind himself.
In the next moment, the silvery man was leaning over him, casually supporting himself with one elbow, the other hand resting lightly against his hip. His face was a mere span away from Cloud's. "Be a little more careful next time," Sephiroth said and his voice was warm now, and soft, like a blanket. "I have no use of a sailor, who can't climb."
"A-aye, Capt'n," Cloud nodded a bit too fast. He had no problems climbing up at the ropes to drop the white sails or tighten them up, but he was too excited in the presence of the captain to let his brain function properly. "I just didna see that there."
"You seem to be unnerved by my presence," Sephiroth mused. "I know that my men usually are afraid of me deep in their hearts, which is good for discipline but hey hardly _fidget_. Although, I assume, I didn't make quite a good impression when I wanted to kill you, did I?" He managed to look a bit sorry.
Cloud hoped this was a rhetoric question, because he didn't have an answer. Yes, he was unnerved and fidgeting but being almost dropped into the sea wasn't the main reason for it.
"Look Cloud. I said that you'll never make it into a proper sailor, right? Now, let me tell you something. If you work hard enough, you might prove me wrong. What do you think about that?"
"I-.. I _want_ to be a good sailor, Capt'n," Cloud said, his tone determined. He wanted to make it into captain and to owe a ship, just like Sephiroth did.
"That's the spirit." Sephiroth leaned a bit closer. "Say, Cloud, did the others told you stories about me? Anything. I'd just like to know what my men think about me."
"They respect you, 'n your orders Capt'n," was the safest answer Cloud could say. There had been joking, mostly from Reno, about how Sephiroth couldn't refuse any challenge that he came across; be it a beast, a pirate or a teasing smile, and his taste in bed-partners ran both ways.
"Didn't they, perchance, mentioned... some slightly unlawful business involving me... And First Mate Zack... And Tseng... And Reno...?" He was pushing the kid, he knew that but if Cloud managed to live through this night without a heart attack, he'd be worth to keep around, and besides, the next action the captain was about to take depended largely on the boy's answer.
"A-aye, Capt'n," Cloud said, gasping. Of course, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that a good captain knew everything that had happened in his ship but it didn't occurred to him that Sephiroth would care enough or make him admit this. And there was a bit of weird feeling, as there was no rumor without a solid fund to build it at and Cloud could feel his heartbeat quicken.
"Mmm. I knew Reno wouldn't keep himself back." The captain's hand rose and he lightly caressed Cloud's face. "And yet, you're still here. You haven't tried to leave this swimming haunt of sin, like a few did before you."
Leaving...? Cloud blinked at that, but otherwise remained frozen from the touch. He didn't think about deserting, or if he did, it was because of his own stupidity and embarrassment not because of the others. And if someone willingly had left the Midgar and her captain then that man was more of an idiot than Cloud would ever be.
"You're not disgusted by my touch? Aren't you afraid that I'll take advantage of you and reap your innocence?" Sephiroth was leaning closer and closer, his breath hot against Cloud's skin.
Cloud wasn't sure what to do. His blood, with its tendency to flow here and there without his permission, was torn to heat his cheek and to rush down; but it wasn't bothered to reach his brain and let it function properly. "N-no, Capt'n, not disgusted," he said, his eyes wide as he searched out the bright, green gaze of Sephiroth. However, he was afraid; afraid that he would wake up alone with his embarrassment and lust in his hammock. So, Cloud prayed that his words wouldn't shatter this precious, if somewhat weird, dream.
"Good." there was nothing more to say at the moment. Sephiroth gently tilted the young sailor's chin up and touched his lips against his. The kiss was soft, more like a simple caress and the captain noted with delight that Cloud's mouth was sweet and silky.
Cloud mewled weakly against the not-so-unexpected touch. He didn't pull away but he could feel his knees shaking under the shock: Captain Sephiroth deemed him worthy to kiss him. Him. It occurred to him a bit too late, that most kisses were returned somehow not just endured, but by that time Sephiroth already broke the contact and Cloud couldn't hope to start it anew. So he blinked, making sure the captain was still standing before him. He was, so it was time for the question. "Capt'n...?"
"It's strange how that little accident made me notice you," Sephiroth said, cupping the flushed face, and caressing the boy's lips with his thumb. "You're so innocent but full of determination, which I like. You hold my interest, Cloud, and I have plans with you. I could teach you many things, about life and the sea, I could take you as my apprentice. But that status has requirements."
Cloud's blood started to boil at the gentle touch, and he knew without glancing down that his interest, his shame was shown. "What requirements, sir?" he asked slowly with suddenly dry lips, brushing them against Sephiroth's finger. It felt good, almost tickling but more intimate. Cloud licked his mouth and his tongue touched the captain's thumb for a moment before retreating.
If the kid wasn't screaming ‘YES!!’ with every fiber of his body, then, Sephiroth thought, he hadn't been with any man this far. The sight was like a siren’s call and the captain didn't intend to resist for much longer. "I need your trust and loyalty. You have to respect me and never question my orders or intentions. We have no gods but you shall worship me like one. All the others do. However, you're allowed to say no for I do not intend to violate my men or their rights. I might be displeased with that but I won’t ignore your wish if it has a valid foundation."
Cloud smiled a tiny bit. What the captain wanted was much more than any other captain ever asked - trust and loyalty wasn't usually in the sailors' vocabulary. However, there was the added freedom to disagree; which meant Sephiroth thought about his men as living people not just tools. It didn't require too much thought on Cloud's part to choose. He was willing to place his trust and faith in Sephiroth. "Aye, Capt'n."
"Perfect. And now, answer me, Cloud. I can teach you how to kiss and much more. And I admit, I _want_ to teach you, to have your body pressed against mine. This is a privilege, but a temporary one; and it doesn't place you above others. Are you ready to accept that?"
Cloud could feel his cheeks flush but he knew if he had refused the captain's offer there won't be another chance for him. And, wasn't Rude's first bit of advice about being strong and courageous? "Aye, Capt'n. ... I am."
"A wise decision." The answer's tone was filled with contentedness. Sephiroth pressed his body against Cloud's, feeling the boy's desire and never denying his own. "Open your mouth wide."
Cloud blinked with a bit of hesitation. Why should he open his mouth, the thought echoed in him. Then his brain kicked in, and he parted his lips. After all, this was the very first test if he could follow his captain's orders without questioning them as he had sworn to do.
And he definitely didn't regret it as the silvery man's mouth closed on his a moment after, his hot tongue searching for Cloud's lazily. The hand which rested against his face now slipped a bit back, gently shifting into the boy's silky blond hair. The other sneaked behind his waist, holding their bodies close.
Cloud moaned and returned the kiss with more enthusiasm than skill. He could feel his heartbeat, and he wanted more even though this was more than he had dared to dream about. His hands were hanging next to his body uselessly and as their lips parted, the young sailor lifted them to touch Sephiroth's side.
The kiss ended a bit abruptly and Sephiroth smiled at the kid. "Not bad. Now, sailor, let's move to the bed. We don't need our clothes to these kinds of lessons." He slipped out of Cloud's hold, stepped next to the table and started to remove his clothes with practiced ease, hanging them on a chair's back.
Cloud's eyes followed the captain's form then stayed there glued to the slowly emerging, muscled body. When the legs became bare, Cloud became aware that he was staring. Snapping his mouth shut he fisted the hem of his shirt and pulled it off with a quick movement and a bit of hiss from the pain. The boots and the pants came off easier. Cloud glanced around, his clothes in his hands and before his too interested member, not knowing where to put them.
"The chair is fine," the captain pulled a little at the furniture. He was tall, white and gloriously naked, and nearly hairless as well; only a decent amount of silvery hair framed his impressive, proud manhood. He casually sat on the bed, strong thighs spread and waited for the boy's next hesitant move. It was kind of adorable, how timidly he moved. Sephiroth rarely had a lover like this - young, innocent and uncertain.
"Aye," Cloud breathed out then put his things down. He was in a kind of dreamy state, past embarrassment but not believing that this was the reality. He went to the captain and stopped before him, waiting.
"Turn around," the man commanded and when the young soldier obeyed, he examined the fading red lines on the boy's back. "They still hurt, don't they?" Sephiroth asked as he smoothed his palms on the narrow hips, feeling up the heated, honey-tanned skin. It reminded him on Zack's.
"A-ye, Capt'n, they do," Cloud answered a bit shaky. The touch against his skin was too much and too little and he wanted more of it, turning around and rubbing their erections together. Yet, he remained motionless, his senses ready to overreact the slightest touch and caress.
"How it's supposed to be," the answer sounded like an amen and the next moment, the man's lips touched a mark, sending a bolt of pain across Cloud's body. The contact stung.
The boy gasped startled, moving away from the pain involuntary. Then fisting his hands he touched his heels to the wooden floor again, reassuming his previous position. He wasn't ready to bolt from the captain just because of being reminded to his deserved pain, and he was determined to not move again.
Sephiroth couldn't help the wicked grin which settled on his lips. While he prided himself more than just torture somebody without a damn good reason, he knew that a little pain can heighten the pleasure. So he pressed his lips against the marred back again then placed another kiss on the small of Cloud's back, where the skin was intact. His hands moved a little, up and down, caressing the blond youth's thighs.
Cloud was panting from the mixed, conflicting sensations. The sharp edge between pain and pleasure became blended and he lifted his hand. His fingers touched his member automatically, his thumb pushing against the slit as Sephiroth's lips touched his back once more. Cloud let out a small cry and stiffened, dirtying his hand with his own semen.
So soon? Sephiroth blinked and he peeked forward, to see the shimmering drops fell on the floor. "You came already from only a few touches?" Not that he was angry, far from it. It was flattering, that three kisses and some long caresses brought release to the boy. "Oh, how innocent you are. So eager, so easily excited."
The words broke the haze around Cloud. He became aware of what happened and he would have bolted, had he not been able to still feel Sephiroth's hands on his hips. But the heavy, comforting touch was still there and Cloud hung his head, ashamed. The only luck in his position was that he faced away of the captain but the young sailor had the sinking feeling, it wouldn't last long.
Some say, there are spirits in this world, which use to possess people. Well, if the legends were true, Sephiroth was just possessed by one of those evil souls. He reached under the bed and fished out a small towel. "Here, clean yourself." He handed it to Cloud then stood, placing a kiss on the boy's neck. "Sit down while I return." The captain didn't wait for an answer but moved forward, stepping to the carved chest he kept most of his personal belongings in and started to rummage through the different items.
Cloud wiped himself clean then sat down, putting the towel onto the floor. He assumed it was a good place for it, far enough to not step on it but still within reach. His mind absolutely refused to think about what happened in the previous few minutes, as he stared at his toes with a bit of despair.
A few seconds later, Sephiroth straightened with a triumphant grin. He was holding a whip in his hands, fine leatherwork and dark, carved wood with a tiny gem inlaid into the hilt. He got it for one of his birthdays, when he still lived in the luxurious Shinra Mansion on the mainland, with his doctor-scientist father. He walked back to the boy and sank to his knees, all the while grinning and flexing the strap. It creaked lightly.
Cloud flinched although just a bit. "C-capt'n...?" he asked, his blue eyes wide. He hadn't done anything wrong and Sephiroth hadn't sounded angry when he had handed Cloud the towel.
Two fingers silenced him, pressing lightly against his lips. "Don't say a word, Cloud. I'm not going to punish you for what you didn't commit. I just decided to test your willpower and the trust you have in me." The fingers wandered lower, down along Cloud's entire body to finally stop at his navel. "Spread your thighs, sailor."
Cloud nodded a bit, understandingly. It sounded reasonable, that Sephiroth wasn't ready to trust his words without any proof. The blond sailor opened his legs, putting his hands next to himself on the bed. His eyes darted back and forth between the whip and the captain's face.
The curled up lash of the whip tapped at his chest and slip lower, just like the fingers before. However, they didn't stop on his stomach but advanced further down, lightly rubbing at his soft member. "You're pale down here," Sephiroth noted with much amusement. It was true, the sun couldn't touch the boy below the waist and his groins and legs remained lighter in color. The whip moved, tracing the creamy thighs then returning to the crotch.
Cloud's breathing became labored as his body tried to process the sensations. Instead of painful they brought pleasure and the boy's member rose a bit from its resting place. He wasn't sure if this was what the captain wanted or not but Cloud didn't want, nor did he dare, to ask.
The lash then nudged the underside of his member, lifting it up and Sephiroth leaned closer with a wanton grin to lick at the end of it. "Tell me Cloud, where do you touch your body, when you're pleasuring yourself?"
"Err," Cloud said. He actually tried to remember but he couldn't really. It had always happened in the dark, with him embarrassed but too horny; seeking out the pleasure in the fastest possible way. "Just my dick, I guess, Capt'n."
"That is a serious mistake," Sephiroth announced with much belief. "Let the tutoring begin. Touch your nipples, Cloud. Caress them, roll them and pinch them a little. It feels wonderful."
Cloud blinked in disbelief. Then he lifted his hand, brushing his fingers against one of his nipples. It felt good. With a bit more surely he raised his other hand as well, rolling the small, hardened nubs and pinching them a little. Letting go a tiny moan, he glanced at Sephiroth, seeking his reassurance even as his body answered yes, he was doing it right.
The captain's vibrant green eyes were glinting with hunger as he watched. "Very good." The whip moved upward, sneaking under one of the boy's hands and nudging at it, as a silent command to follow the lash's movements. "Now, roll the jewels a little. They're very sensitive." The lash brushed against the ball-sack, applying a slight pressure on it.
"A-ye." Cloud moved his right after the whip, tracing its exact path. His skin was soft and hot under his too rough fingers and he couldn't help but gasp as he became more aroused.
A low chuckle answered him. "Now, you know what to do when the need burns you. It's a little early to show you what I use to do to my lovers but as you can see," the captain gestured downward with the whip, at his own hard erection, "I need my own release. So we'll switch places now. You'll learn how to use your mouth properly."
Cloud reluctantly pulled away his hands, sighing at the lack of contact. He stood up to let Sephiroth sit down on the bed. "My mouth, Capt'n?"
"Lips, tongue, even a little teeth," Sephiroth nodded and couldn't hold himself back from rubbing the whip against Cloud a little more. "Kneel down and take my manhood into your hands."
The young sailor knelt before his captain and carefully brushed his fingers against the proud erection. It was smooth and hard, similar but different from his. He closed his hand around it then looked up at Sephiroth, questioningly.
"Lick the head and caress the shaft," Sephiroth instructed. "Then take the flesh into your mouth and suck it."
Cloud inched closer and bent his head, touching his tongue against the hot skin. Its taste was weird but not disgusting as long as he didn't think about it too hard. And Cloud was good at not-thinking; moving his hand up and down, he licked at the remaining skin, wetting it thoroughly. Then, opening his lips he brushed them against the hard member, his tongue flickering against it.
Strong fingers sank into his hair and started to massage his scalp gently. "Yess, sailor, you're doing it right. Use your tongue a lot, move it against the underside. It feels great."
There was a strange pride in his chest as Cloud followed the instructions. He made Captain Sephiroth feel good. His free hand reached, daringly, between the captain's legs to touch the jewels there. It had felt nice and Sephiroth himself had seemed to like it as well; so Cloud guessed he couldn't screw this up hard.
A half-sigh rewarded him and another whispered command: "More, sailor."
Cloud grinned a bit around Sephiroth's length and repeated the previously learnt tricks and caresses. His jaw started to ache a bit and he pulled back to rest it as he licked the skin.
The gentle hands never stopped caressing his hair and the captain gritted his teeth. "Don't stop, I'm so close... Continue, sailor!" His voice was indeed heavy with need.
The pride welled up inside of Cloud at the tone and words. He opened his lips again, swallowing Sephiroth's length as much as he could. His fingers continued to caress and roll the balls while his other hand was curled around the root, moving and touching the skin there.
The silvery man let out a small gasp. He tilted his head back and his lips opened although no words came. Suddenly, the irony fingers' grip tightened on Cloud's hair and the boy's head was yanked back. The next moment, Sephiroth came, his hot semen landing on Cloud's chest and some on his face.
Cloud grunted at the sudden pain in his scalp. However, he didn't move from his position, looking up at Sephiroth. "Capt'n?" he asked as his hands wiped the sticky fluid off of his face.
Blazing vibrant eyes narrowed to slits glanced at him and the captain smiled a little. "I didn't want you to swallow it. And you did most excellently, Cloud."
"Thank you, Capt'n," Cloud smiled. The well-earned compliment was making him a bit light-headed. He reached out for the towel and cleaned his hands and chest, then, belatedly, offered it to Sephiroth.
The silvery man took it with a nod and cleaned himself. On a second thought, he glanced down then. "Cloud, would you like another ride?"
"Er...,yes?" Cloud replied. He was a bit taken aback by the question but he wasn't about to turn down an offer -any offer- from the Captain. And the previous playing with himself had left him halfway which didn't change while he serviced Sephiroth. "What do I do, Capt'n?"
"Stand up and place your hands on my shoulder. I don't want you to fall." Sephiroth took the whip again. It had no other use on the sea anyway.
Cloud rose and put his hands on Sephiroth. The captain's skin was warm under his palms and too smooth for a sailor. Maybe it was because of its paleness but Cloud didn't wonder about it for too long. Widening his legs a bit to be more secure he looked into Sephiroth's brilliant eyes. "Capt'n?"
"Sshh. Just feel the touches." The whip began to trace the young sailor's body, up and down, from the neck - brushing lightly against the lips - to the inner side of the thighs. "Tell me how it feels."
"Good... A bit tickling but good," Cloud said and smiled. His eyes half-closed and his stance widened a bit as the leather touched his thighs. It was a gut reaction, just like how his balls tightened for a moment and Cloud let out a soft sigh from the pleasure.
A half-grin graced Sephiroth's lips. He applied some pressure on the crotch, nudging the balls with the lash. "You enjoy this, I can see that. However... would you like to feel my hand on your naked skin?"
"Aye, Capt'n," Cloud nodded without any hesitation. He wanted everything Sephiroth was willing to give him, even that small pain when he had touched his back at first.
"You know what, I'll be generous. Since you performed so well." The man set the weapon aside. It was partly because he wanted to touch that sun-kissed, slightly sweaty skin as well. To feel the muscles move underneath it. So he placed his palm on the boy's chest and began to caress him, rolling the rosy nipples with his fingertips.
Cloud moaned and leant into the touch, his eyes closed entirely. "Ah, thank you, Capt'n! More...?" The last word was quiet and uncertain; almost a whisper. The young sailor didn't know if he could ask or not but he wanted to try it sooner than later - if Sephiroth stopped now, it wouldn't be that terrible than if he did it later.
It was like music to his ears, the begging. "You'll get it now, Cloud," Sephiroth whispered and his hand closed on the boy's erection, tugging on it lazily. "You can let your voice out if you'd like to. No-one would hear you except me."
Cloud whimpered from the pleasure. He was hard and ready to burst, and at the next pull he pushed his hips forward, into that warm, big palm.
"Don't hold back," the whisper reached his ears. "Just let it go, let the waves wash over you." The pace quickened, the caress became rougher and there were touches at Cloud's chest - kisses the captain placed on his skin.
Cloud let go a series of noises, crying out softly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His fingers tightened on Sephiroth's shoulders as his hips thrust forward a few more times. Slumping a bit forward he caught himself just before he could have fell into the captain's lap.
Shimmering white drops of semen coated his fingers and Sephiroth smiled. The boy was truly adorable but strong as well and a fast learner. He’ll make an entertaining lover and a good student. Dropping his dirty hand on his lap, the silvery man glanced up. "How do you feel, Cloud?"
Cloud blinked at the question and licked his lips. He pushed himself into a standing position although his knees felt like jelly. "Great, Capt'n," he said then smiled.
"Hmm. I'm glad to hear. You learned a lot tonight and I hope you won't forget this knowledge until I call you next. I don't know when I will have the time to teach you more but I'll be true to my word. I'll help you becoming a proper sailor. One of the bests if you'll make an effort."
"Thank you, Capt'n," Cloud said. He didn't turn his head even as he could feel a bit of warmth to creep into his face. Swallowing back a yawn he glanced at his clothes on the chair than back at the captain. "Can I dress now?"
"Yes and it'd be best if you went to sleep. You must be tired." Sephiroth wiped his hand and stood up, stretching. He would be up a few hours, waiting for Zack to return, most probably killing time with reading or the captain’s log.
"Thank you, Capt'n," Cloud said and moved around to get his clothes back. There was a bit of wincing with the shirt again but his blood was still pleasure-filled for him to really notice it. Moving to the door he placed his hand on the doorknob. "G'night, Capt'n," he said then stepped out, walking to the crew's place. He fell asleep a moment later that his body touched the hammock.
Authors:
kira_k & okami_huUniverse: 7seas AU
Theme: #18 - Whips
Warning: R, kink (who whould have thought...?)
Couple/Characters: Sephiroth/Cloud
Word count: 6390
Notes: Chapter 3 of the 7seas saga. chapter list is HERE
Summary: Sephiroth thinks, Cloud learned his lesson well and decides to test this.
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The H.M.S. Midgar successfully reached the harbor, thanks to the blond helmsman, Cid Highwind's secure grip on the wheel. The sailors cheered a bit then the real work began. They were assigned to pack some goods into the ship and take it to the next harbor, where a passenger waited for them.
They arrived around noon and loading the cargo took up most of the afternoon. Captain Sephiroth went to the Shinra Trade post in the meantime, to see if there were any other orders. First Mate Zack stayed on the ship and coordinated the work.
Cloud was assigned to make room for all the goods in the storage, so he spent his morning pushing and moving heavy chests, barrels and sacks full of potato. After a brief pause and some lunch the afternoon was spent to put the new chests, barrels and sacks at their place, but this time he had the help of Veld and Rude as well. The youth was sweating and tired when they finished with everything. The first mate and the captain spoke a few words then Zack gathered the men, save Cloud, and left for the nearest tavern. Cloud watched them go, leaning against a mast. He had washed his face and had wiped away most of the sweat before with the others, and now, he had nothing to do just guard the ship with the silent captain.
The minutes passed, they turned to an hour. The sun set and the harbor was buzzing with life. The echo of talking, laughter and merry music drifted in the air. Sephiroth deemed it enough finally and he walked out to the deck, taking a deep breath from the cool air. The horizon was burning in dazzling oranges and purples and the captain stopped for a heartbeat to admire the beautiful view. He was in love with the sea, he respected it as if it had been his beloved parent - and in fact, it was. It taught him many things, and he felt lucky, that the sea seemed to love him back. Sephiroth had seen storms but lately, they simply cleared his ship.
Cloud was sitting on the deck, half leaning against the railing, but mostly using his elbows to hold his weight. He was watching the sky, how it turned from the blue to grey and pink. He was pondering about how he had seemingly managed to fit in after the stumbling of the first weeks, and how fortunate he was. The Midgar felt like a home, and the slight rocking was like a mother's. His thoughts then turned to the ship's captain, Sephiroth and the first mate, Zack.
"Enjoying the view, Cloud?" the deep, velvety voice came from behind.
Cloud yelped in surprise and jumped up. He could feel as the last of his dignity shattered around as he turned to face the captain, his cheek burning from the embarrassment. However, there was a question asked and he tried to remember what that was. "Ah...Aye, Capt'n, I was."
Sephiroth allowed himself a slight smile and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. He stepped closer to the boy, resting his hands on the railing. "It is a beautiful sight. Even when I was a child, I loved to watch the sunset. It fascinated me, how the colors changed and how sweetly the sea sang."
Cloud was in awe. The captain, whom he already worshipped much more than it was healthy, especially after getting a lashing from the very same man, was speaking to him. And not ordering him around as usual but sharing his thoughts! Cloud nodded a bit and risked a smile. "Aye, Capt'n. It's very capturing."
Sephiroth turned to the young sailor and measured him from top to toe. The boy was slender and seemingly frail but one could detect the improving muscles under his sun-kissed skin. He had a heart-shaped face, its expression open and honest. His eyes were bright blue, like the clear summer sky, with sparks of youthful energy, the passion for life. The blond hair seemed silky and stood out into every direction amusingly, like a chocobo's ruffled feathers. The honey-tanned cheeks were adorable as the blood rushed into them and that small, full mouth was practically begging to me kissed. Sephiroth felt a sudden rush of heat in his inside but he calmed his body's demands. "Where were you born, Cloud?"
"In a small town in the mountains," Cloud answered and tried to force himself to relax a bit. He couldn't. "It's called Nibelheim, Capt'n."
"Nibelheim?" Sephiroth blinked in surprise. "That’s deep in the mainland, isn’t it? How come you chose to become a sailor then?"
Again, this damned embarrassment crept into Cloud's face in the form of a blush and he tried to politely look away. The sea offered a good escape root and the youth stared at the dark waves. "It was... Because I wanted to be like you, Capt'n," he answered in the quietest tone he could, hoping he won't be asked to repeat.
"Ah." Now, that was some serious ego-stroking. Sephiroth smiled in half-disbelief and he began to suspect that he can actually whistle for the challenge. Well, not that it really mattered at the moment. "Really? Is my fame that widespread, I'm known in the mainland as well?"
"Ah-," the relief washed through Cloud at the simple acknowledgement which wasn't followed by any teasing. "Aye, Capt'n... You're famous, 'n not in the bad-way, 'n .. Aye."
The boy looked ravishing and he didn't even know about that. However, Sephiroth knew he couldn't just pounce down on him like a hunting bird of prey. "How old are you, Cloud?"
Cloud sighed. It was an easy question, yet, whenever he answered it somehow managed to make the older people around him behave as if he was half of it. "Sixteen, sir."
"Seconds away from becoming a real man," Sephiroth remarked with a half-smile. "Now, tell me Cloud, how many of life's great trials have you cleared this far?"
Cloud smiled at the comment, the feeling that Sephiroth was someone special more solid than ever. However, this question was tricky. "I dunno, Capt'n," he said but didn't shrug because his back still hurt. What seemed like a great trial for a youth like him wasn't that brilliant for a hardened man like the captain was. "What counts as great trial, sir?"
"Those are the first things, mostly" Sephiroth explained. "The first drink or smoke, the first kiss or the first kill. Those memories always remain with you because usually, they change your life one way or the other."
"I think I hate the rum after yesterday," Cloud said a bit more comfortable. "And the way from the mountains aren't safe usually, there are monsters and rarely bandits-"
"So, you have already killed?" The green eyes flashed. "A man, too?"
"Aye, Capt'n." Cloud's fist tightened on the railing as he remembered the pain and panic, and how easy it was to swing the other's fallen sword around, then the blood splattered at him, its rich smell assaulting his nose and making him sick right after the battle ended.
He couldn't help but give a start when the captain's hand descended upon his shoulder. "You're more mature than you look, then." A smile graced the full lips. "And what about the more pleasant things?"
Cloud was starting to hate the blood that coursed in his veins because it heated up his face too easily, making him look stupid in front of his idol. "I... hugged?" he offered at least and hoped it did count as something.
The laughter bursting out disintegrated all his remaining pride. Sephiroth's rich voice rang out into the descending night and the captain had to lean on the railing while his shoulders shook. He couldn't help it, it was too amusing.
Cloud wanted to disappear. The sea looked like she would embrace him and pull him down although with his sheer luck, Cloud thought it wouldn't be above the Captain to fish him out, making the experience even more embarrassing. So he just silently stared at the hard wood and wished there was a way to leave without earning himself a punishment or more embarrassment.
Finally, the laughter ceased to snickers and Sephiroth straightened, realizing that the boy way in silent agony. "I wasn't laughing at you," he told the boy, and patted his shoulder. "Just how you said that, it was kind of amusing... Albeit, kind of sweet as well," he added on a second thought. "Such innocence is often rewarded by cruelty and betrayal, Cloud. Be aware of those who want to get close to you. Not every friendly smile is really meant, sometimes there's a knife in the sleeve of the arms spread out for a welcoming embrace."
"Like in Reno's, sir...?" Cloud asked, although his face was still flushed. The captain's words weren't enough to help him relax, but the change of topic was welcome. "I'm... not one to blindly step into such embrace, Capt'n," he added. Which didn't mean he protested, just that he was aware of the danger around him, and knew there was no real guarantee to be unharmed.
Sephiroth chuckled again and snapped his elegant fingers. "That was a good one, Cloud. Well, until you don't anger Reno, those knives will remain sheathed. He's a truly unique creature, a ruthless killer and a trustworthy companion in one. Well, he'll take your rum, your girlfriend, win your money on cards but when you'll be in a deep mess, he'll be there to pull you out." Sephiroth looked at the moon slowly climbing on its way on the darkened sky. "You know, it's surprising that you don't have a sweetheart somewhere waiting."
There was no polite way to tell the captain to drop the topic of -the lack of- his love life, or if there was, Cloud didn't know it. And he wasn't even sure, he would use the words, as the embarrassment seemed to be outweighed by the sheer knowledge that Sephiroth was speaking to him. Talking with him. "I've a childhood friend, but I guess she doesn't count." Cloud hoped Tifa won't hear back these words ever, because then it would be better to start to dig his grave right now. It didn't matter that he was smitten with Sephiroth and not her; Tifa did wait for him and did count.
"And you still haven't kissed her? Most boys do it while they run around with wooden swords and play with marbles."
"I-...We didn't work like that," Cloud said with a bit of shutter. It was difficult to explain that Tifa hit just as hard as him, if not harder, and she was more a friend than a girl.
It was time to take steps toward something much more amusing. "And you probably don't even know how to do it, do you?" Sephiroth kept his voice gentle, merely curious, without any mocking.
"..." Cloud opened his mouth then closed it, his face burning red just like the dying sun. It wasn't exactly true; he had seen kissing pairs. He just never had the opportunity to try the lipsmashing out.
"You'll learn," Sephiroth said wisely, then stretched. He was without his coat and he let the shirt show his muscles. "It's starting to get a little cold. Cloud, come with me, I need you to do something for me." Without looking back, the captain marched off toward his cabin.
Cloud sighed out and glanced at the sea one last time before he turned on his heels to follow Sephiroth. He had managed to stare without turning his head; and what a nice show he had got! The captain was like a tiger or snow-panther - sleek muscles and the danger oozing off around him, even when he was relaxed. The way down to the cabin was a bit awkward as he kicked into the stairs and the small chest next to the door as well. "Aye, Capt'n?" he asked after he hissed in the slight, unexpected pain and shut the door behind himself.
In the next moment, the silvery man was leaning over him, casually supporting himself with one elbow, the other hand resting lightly against his hip. His face was a mere span away from Cloud's. "Be a little more careful next time," Sephiroth said and his voice was warm now, and soft, like a blanket. "I have no use of a sailor, who can't climb."
"A-aye, Capt'n," Cloud nodded a bit too fast. He had no problems climbing up at the ropes to drop the white sails or tighten them up, but he was too excited in the presence of the captain to let his brain function properly. "I just didna see that there."
"You seem to be unnerved by my presence," Sephiroth mused. "I know that my men usually are afraid of me deep in their hearts, which is good for discipline but hey hardly _fidget_. Although, I assume, I didn't make quite a good impression when I wanted to kill you, did I?" He managed to look a bit sorry.
Cloud hoped this was a rhetoric question, because he didn't have an answer. Yes, he was unnerved and fidgeting but being almost dropped into the sea wasn't the main reason for it.
"Look Cloud. I said that you'll never make it into a proper sailor, right? Now, let me tell you something. If you work hard enough, you might prove me wrong. What do you think about that?"
"I-.. I _want_ to be a good sailor, Capt'n," Cloud said, his tone determined. He wanted to make it into captain and to owe a ship, just like Sephiroth did.
"That's the spirit." Sephiroth leaned a bit closer. "Say, Cloud, did the others told you stories about me? Anything. I'd just like to know what my men think about me."
"They respect you, 'n your orders Capt'n," was the safest answer Cloud could say. There had been joking, mostly from Reno, about how Sephiroth couldn't refuse any challenge that he came across; be it a beast, a pirate or a teasing smile, and his taste in bed-partners ran both ways.
"Didn't they, perchance, mentioned... some slightly unlawful business involving me... And First Mate Zack... And Tseng... And Reno...?" He was pushing the kid, he knew that but if Cloud managed to live through this night without a heart attack, he'd be worth to keep around, and besides, the next action the captain was about to take depended largely on the boy's answer.
"A-aye, Capt'n," Cloud said, gasping. Of course, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that a good captain knew everything that had happened in his ship but it didn't occurred to him that Sephiroth would care enough or make him admit this. And there was a bit of weird feeling, as there was no rumor without a solid fund to build it at and Cloud could feel his heartbeat quicken.
"Mmm. I knew Reno wouldn't keep himself back." The captain's hand rose and he lightly caressed Cloud's face. "And yet, you're still here. You haven't tried to leave this swimming haunt of sin, like a few did before you."
Leaving...? Cloud blinked at that, but otherwise remained frozen from the touch. He didn't think about deserting, or if he did, it was because of his own stupidity and embarrassment not because of the others. And if someone willingly had left the Midgar and her captain then that man was more of an idiot than Cloud would ever be.
"You're not disgusted by my touch? Aren't you afraid that I'll take advantage of you and reap your innocence?" Sephiroth was leaning closer and closer, his breath hot against Cloud's skin.
Cloud wasn't sure what to do. His blood, with its tendency to flow here and there without his permission, was torn to heat his cheek and to rush down; but it wasn't bothered to reach his brain and let it function properly. "N-no, Capt'n, not disgusted," he said, his eyes wide as he searched out the bright, green gaze of Sephiroth. However, he was afraid; afraid that he would wake up alone with his embarrassment and lust in his hammock. So, Cloud prayed that his words wouldn't shatter this precious, if somewhat weird, dream.
"Good." there was nothing more to say at the moment. Sephiroth gently tilted the young sailor's chin up and touched his lips against his. The kiss was soft, more like a simple caress and the captain noted with delight that Cloud's mouth was sweet and silky.
Cloud mewled weakly against the not-so-unexpected touch. He didn't pull away but he could feel his knees shaking under the shock: Captain Sephiroth deemed him worthy to kiss him. Him. It occurred to him a bit too late, that most kisses were returned somehow not just endured, but by that time Sephiroth already broke the contact and Cloud couldn't hope to start it anew. So he blinked, making sure the captain was still standing before him. He was, so it was time for the question. "Capt'n...?"
"It's strange how that little accident made me notice you," Sephiroth said, cupping the flushed face, and caressing the boy's lips with his thumb. "You're so innocent but full of determination, which I like. You hold my interest, Cloud, and I have plans with you. I could teach you many things, about life and the sea, I could take you as my apprentice. But that status has requirements."
Cloud's blood started to boil at the gentle touch, and he knew without glancing down that his interest, his shame was shown. "What requirements, sir?" he asked slowly with suddenly dry lips, brushing them against Sephiroth's finger. It felt good, almost tickling but more intimate. Cloud licked his mouth and his tongue touched the captain's thumb for a moment before retreating.
If the kid wasn't screaming ‘YES!!’ with every fiber of his body, then, Sephiroth thought, he hadn't been with any man this far. The sight was like a siren’s call and the captain didn't intend to resist for much longer. "I need your trust and loyalty. You have to respect me and never question my orders or intentions. We have no gods but you shall worship me like one. All the others do. However, you're allowed to say no for I do not intend to violate my men or their rights. I might be displeased with that but I won’t ignore your wish if it has a valid foundation."
Cloud smiled a tiny bit. What the captain wanted was much more than any other captain ever asked - trust and loyalty wasn't usually in the sailors' vocabulary. However, there was the added freedom to disagree; which meant Sephiroth thought about his men as living people not just tools. It didn't require too much thought on Cloud's part to choose. He was willing to place his trust and faith in Sephiroth. "Aye, Capt'n."
"Perfect. And now, answer me, Cloud. I can teach you how to kiss and much more. And I admit, I _want_ to teach you, to have your body pressed against mine. This is a privilege, but a temporary one; and it doesn't place you above others. Are you ready to accept that?"
Cloud could feel his cheeks flush but he knew if he had refused the captain's offer there won't be another chance for him. And, wasn't Rude's first bit of advice about being strong and courageous? "Aye, Capt'n. ... I am."
"A wise decision." The answer's tone was filled with contentedness. Sephiroth pressed his body against Cloud's, feeling the boy's desire and never denying his own. "Open your mouth wide."
Cloud blinked with a bit of hesitation. Why should he open his mouth, the thought echoed in him. Then his brain kicked in, and he parted his lips. After all, this was the very first test if he could follow his captain's orders without questioning them as he had sworn to do.
And he definitely didn't regret it as the silvery man's mouth closed on his a moment after, his hot tongue searching for Cloud's lazily. The hand which rested against his face now slipped a bit back, gently shifting into the boy's silky blond hair. The other sneaked behind his waist, holding their bodies close.
Cloud moaned and returned the kiss with more enthusiasm than skill. He could feel his heartbeat, and he wanted more even though this was more than he had dared to dream about. His hands were hanging next to his body uselessly and as their lips parted, the young sailor lifted them to touch Sephiroth's side.
The kiss ended a bit abruptly and Sephiroth smiled at the kid. "Not bad. Now, sailor, let's move to the bed. We don't need our clothes to these kinds of lessons." He slipped out of Cloud's hold, stepped next to the table and started to remove his clothes with practiced ease, hanging them on a chair's back.
Cloud's eyes followed the captain's form then stayed there glued to the slowly emerging, muscled body. When the legs became bare, Cloud became aware that he was staring. Snapping his mouth shut he fisted the hem of his shirt and pulled it off with a quick movement and a bit of hiss from the pain. The boots and the pants came off easier. Cloud glanced around, his clothes in his hands and before his too interested member, not knowing where to put them.
"The chair is fine," the captain pulled a little at the furniture. He was tall, white and gloriously naked, and nearly hairless as well; only a decent amount of silvery hair framed his impressive, proud manhood. He casually sat on the bed, strong thighs spread and waited for the boy's next hesitant move. It was kind of adorable, how timidly he moved. Sephiroth rarely had a lover like this - young, innocent and uncertain.
"Aye," Cloud breathed out then put his things down. He was in a kind of dreamy state, past embarrassment but not believing that this was the reality. He went to the captain and stopped before him, waiting.
"Turn around," the man commanded and when the young soldier obeyed, he examined the fading red lines on the boy's back. "They still hurt, don't they?" Sephiroth asked as he smoothed his palms on the narrow hips, feeling up the heated, honey-tanned skin. It reminded him on Zack's.
"A-ye, Capt'n, they do," Cloud answered a bit shaky. The touch against his skin was too much and too little and he wanted more of it, turning around and rubbing their erections together. Yet, he remained motionless, his senses ready to overreact the slightest touch and caress.
"How it's supposed to be," the answer sounded like an amen and the next moment, the man's lips touched a mark, sending a bolt of pain across Cloud's body. The contact stung.
The boy gasped startled, moving away from the pain involuntary. Then fisting his hands he touched his heels to the wooden floor again, reassuming his previous position. He wasn't ready to bolt from the captain just because of being reminded to his deserved pain, and he was determined to not move again.
Sephiroth couldn't help the wicked grin which settled on his lips. While he prided himself more than just torture somebody without a damn good reason, he knew that a little pain can heighten the pleasure. So he pressed his lips against the marred back again then placed another kiss on the small of Cloud's back, where the skin was intact. His hands moved a little, up and down, caressing the blond youth's thighs.
Cloud was panting from the mixed, conflicting sensations. The sharp edge between pain and pleasure became blended and he lifted his hand. His fingers touched his member automatically, his thumb pushing against the slit as Sephiroth's lips touched his back once more. Cloud let out a small cry and stiffened, dirtying his hand with his own semen.
So soon? Sephiroth blinked and he peeked forward, to see the shimmering drops fell on the floor. "You came already from only a few touches?" Not that he was angry, far from it. It was flattering, that three kisses and some long caresses brought release to the boy. "Oh, how innocent you are. So eager, so easily excited."
The words broke the haze around Cloud. He became aware of what happened and he would have bolted, had he not been able to still feel Sephiroth's hands on his hips. But the heavy, comforting touch was still there and Cloud hung his head, ashamed. The only luck in his position was that he faced away of the captain but the young sailor had the sinking feeling, it wouldn't last long.
Some say, there are spirits in this world, which use to possess people. Well, if the legends were true, Sephiroth was just possessed by one of those evil souls. He reached under the bed and fished out a small towel. "Here, clean yourself." He handed it to Cloud then stood, placing a kiss on the boy's neck. "Sit down while I return." The captain didn't wait for an answer but moved forward, stepping to the carved chest he kept most of his personal belongings in and started to rummage through the different items.
Cloud wiped himself clean then sat down, putting the towel onto the floor. He assumed it was a good place for it, far enough to not step on it but still within reach. His mind absolutely refused to think about what happened in the previous few minutes, as he stared at his toes with a bit of despair.
A few seconds later, Sephiroth straightened with a triumphant grin. He was holding a whip in his hands, fine leatherwork and dark, carved wood with a tiny gem inlaid into the hilt. He got it for one of his birthdays, when he still lived in the luxurious Shinra Mansion on the mainland, with his doctor-scientist father. He walked back to the boy and sank to his knees, all the while grinning and flexing the strap. It creaked lightly.
Cloud flinched although just a bit. "C-capt'n...?" he asked, his blue eyes wide. He hadn't done anything wrong and Sephiroth hadn't sounded angry when he had handed Cloud the towel.
Two fingers silenced him, pressing lightly against his lips. "Don't say a word, Cloud. I'm not going to punish you for what you didn't commit. I just decided to test your willpower and the trust you have in me." The fingers wandered lower, down along Cloud's entire body to finally stop at his navel. "Spread your thighs, sailor."
Cloud nodded a bit, understandingly. It sounded reasonable, that Sephiroth wasn't ready to trust his words without any proof. The blond sailor opened his legs, putting his hands next to himself on the bed. His eyes darted back and forth between the whip and the captain's face.
The curled up lash of the whip tapped at his chest and slip lower, just like the fingers before. However, they didn't stop on his stomach but advanced further down, lightly rubbing at his soft member. "You're pale down here," Sephiroth noted with much amusement. It was true, the sun couldn't touch the boy below the waist and his groins and legs remained lighter in color. The whip moved, tracing the creamy thighs then returning to the crotch.
Cloud's breathing became labored as his body tried to process the sensations. Instead of painful they brought pleasure and the boy's member rose a bit from its resting place. He wasn't sure if this was what the captain wanted or not but Cloud didn't want, nor did he dare, to ask.
The lash then nudged the underside of his member, lifting it up and Sephiroth leaned closer with a wanton grin to lick at the end of it. "Tell me Cloud, where do you touch your body, when you're pleasuring yourself?"
"Err," Cloud said. He actually tried to remember but he couldn't really. It had always happened in the dark, with him embarrassed but too horny; seeking out the pleasure in the fastest possible way. "Just my dick, I guess, Capt'n."
"That is a serious mistake," Sephiroth announced with much belief. "Let the tutoring begin. Touch your nipples, Cloud. Caress them, roll them and pinch them a little. It feels wonderful."
Cloud blinked in disbelief. Then he lifted his hand, brushing his fingers against one of his nipples. It felt good. With a bit more surely he raised his other hand as well, rolling the small, hardened nubs and pinching them a little. Letting go a tiny moan, he glanced at Sephiroth, seeking his reassurance even as his body answered yes, he was doing it right.
The captain's vibrant green eyes were glinting with hunger as he watched. "Very good." The whip moved upward, sneaking under one of the boy's hands and nudging at it, as a silent command to follow the lash's movements. "Now, roll the jewels a little. They're very sensitive." The lash brushed against the ball-sack, applying a slight pressure on it.
"A-ye." Cloud moved his right after the whip, tracing its exact path. His skin was soft and hot under his too rough fingers and he couldn't help but gasp as he became more aroused.
A low chuckle answered him. "Now, you know what to do when the need burns you. It's a little early to show you what I use to do to my lovers but as you can see," the captain gestured downward with the whip, at his own hard erection, "I need my own release. So we'll switch places now. You'll learn how to use your mouth properly."
Cloud reluctantly pulled away his hands, sighing at the lack of contact. He stood up to let Sephiroth sit down on the bed. "My mouth, Capt'n?"
"Lips, tongue, even a little teeth," Sephiroth nodded and couldn't hold himself back from rubbing the whip against Cloud a little more. "Kneel down and take my manhood into your hands."
The young sailor knelt before his captain and carefully brushed his fingers against the proud erection. It was smooth and hard, similar but different from his. He closed his hand around it then looked up at Sephiroth, questioningly.
"Lick the head and caress the shaft," Sephiroth instructed. "Then take the flesh into your mouth and suck it."
Cloud inched closer and bent his head, touching his tongue against the hot skin. Its taste was weird but not disgusting as long as he didn't think about it too hard. And Cloud was good at not-thinking; moving his hand up and down, he licked at the remaining skin, wetting it thoroughly. Then, opening his lips he brushed them against the hard member, his tongue flickering against it.
Strong fingers sank into his hair and started to massage his scalp gently. "Yess, sailor, you're doing it right. Use your tongue a lot, move it against the underside. It feels great."
There was a strange pride in his chest as Cloud followed the instructions. He made Captain Sephiroth feel good. His free hand reached, daringly, between the captain's legs to touch the jewels there. It had felt nice and Sephiroth himself had seemed to like it as well; so Cloud guessed he couldn't screw this up hard.
A half-sigh rewarded him and another whispered command: "More, sailor."
Cloud grinned a bit around Sephiroth's length and repeated the previously learnt tricks and caresses. His jaw started to ache a bit and he pulled back to rest it as he licked the skin.
The gentle hands never stopped caressing his hair and the captain gritted his teeth. "Don't stop, I'm so close... Continue, sailor!" His voice was indeed heavy with need.
The pride welled up inside of Cloud at the tone and words. He opened his lips again, swallowing Sephiroth's length as much as he could. His fingers continued to caress and roll the balls while his other hand was curled around the root, moving and touching the skin there.
The silvery man let out a small gasp. He tilted his head back and his lips opened although no words came. Suddenly, the irony fingers' grip tightened on Cloud's hair and the boy's head was yanked back. The next moment, Sephiroth came, his hot semen landing on Cloud's chest and some on his face.
Cloud grunted at the sudden pain in his scalp. However, he didn't move from his position, looking up at Sephiroth. "Capt'n?" he asked as his hands wiped the sticky fluid off of his face.
Blazing vibrant eyes narrowed to slits glanced at him and the captain smiled a little. "I didn't want you to swallow it. And you did most excellently, Cloud."
"Thank you, Capt'n," Cloud smiled. The well-earned compliment was making him a bit light-headed. He reached out for the towel and cleaned his hands and chest, then, belatedly, offered it to Sephiroth.
The silvery man took it with a nod and cleaned himself. On a second thought, he glanced down then. "Cloud, would you like another ride?"
"Er...,yes?" Cloud replied. He was a bit taken aback by the question but he wasn't about to turn down an offer -any offer- from the Captain. And the previous playing with himself had left him halfway which didn't change while he serviced Sephiroth. "What do I do, Capt'n?"
"Stand up and place your hands on my shoulder. I don't want you to fall." Sephiroth took the whip again. It had no other use on the sea anyway.
Cloud rose and put his hands on Sephiroth. The captain's skin was warm under his palms and too smooth for a sailor. Maybe it was because of its paleness but Cloud didn't wonder about it for too long. Widening his legs a bit to be more secure he looked into Sephiroth's brilliant eyes. "Capt'n?"
"Sshh. Just feel the touches." The whip began to trace the young sailor's body, up and down, from the neck - brushing lightly against the lips - to the inner side of the thighs. "Tell me how it feels."
"Good... A bit tickling but good," Cloud said and smiled. His eyes half-closed and his stance widened a bit as the leather touched his thighs. It was a gut reaction, just like how his balls tightened for a moment and Cloud let out a soft sigh from the pleasure.
A half-grin graced Sephiroth's lips. He applied some pressure on the crotch, nudging the balls with the lash. "You enjoy this, I can see that. However... would you like to feel my hand on your naked skin?"
"Aye, Capt'n," Cloud nodded without any hesitation. He wanted everything Sephiroth was willing to give him, even that small pain when he had touched his back at first.
"You know what, I'll be generous. Since you performed so well." The man set the weapon aside. It was partly because he wanted to touch that sun-kissed, slightly sweaty skin as well. To feel the muscles move underneath it. So he placed his palm on the boy's chest and began to caress him, rolling the rosy nipples with his fingertips.
Cloud moaned and leant into the touch, his eyes closed entirely. "Ah, thank you, Capt'n! More...?" The last word was quiet and uncertain; almost a whisper. The young sailor didn't know if he could ask or not but he wanted to try it sooner than later - if Sephiroth stopped now, it wouldn't be that terrible than if he did it later.
It was like music to his ears, the begging. "You'll get it now, Cloud," Sephiroth whispered and his hand closed on the boy's erection, tugging on it lazily. "You can let your voice out if you'd like to. No-one would hear you except me."
Cloud whimpered from the pleasure. He was hard and ready to burst, and at the next pull he pushed his hips forward, into that warm, big palm.
"Don't hold back," the whisper reached his ears. "Just let it go, let the waves wash over you." The pace quickened, the caress became rougher and there were touches at Cloud's chest - kisses the captain placed on his skin.
Cloud let go a series of noises, crying out softly as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His fingers tightened on Sephiroth's shoulders as his hips thrust forward a few more times. Slumping a bit forward he caught himself just before he could have fell into the captain's lap.
Shimmering white drops of semen coated his fingers and Sephiroth smiled. The boy was truly adorable but strong as well and a fast learner. He’ll make an entertaining lover and a good student. Dropping his dirty hand on his lap, the silvery man glanced up. "How do you feel, Cloud?"
Cloud blinked at the question and licked his lips. He pushed himself into a standing position although his knees felt like jelly. "Great, Capt'n," he said then smiled.
"Hmm. I'm glad to hear. You learned a lot tonight and I hope you won't forget this knowledge until I call you next. I don't know when I will have the time to teach you more but I'll be true to my word. I'll help you becoming a proper sailor. One of the bests if you'll make an effort."
"Thank you, Capt'n," Cloud said. He didn't turn his head even as he could feel a bit of warmth to creep into his face. Swallowing back a yawn he glanced at his clothes on the chair than back at the captain. "Can I dress now?"
"Yes and it'd be best if you went to sleep. You must be tired." Sephiroth wiped his hand and stood up, stretching. He would be up a few hours, waiting for Zack to return, most probably killing time with reading or the captain’s log.
"Thank you, Capt'n," Cloud said and moved around to get his clothes back. There was a bit of wincing with the shirt again but his blood was still pleasure-filled for him to really notice it. Moving to the door he placed his hand on the doorknob. "G'night, Capt'n," he said then stepped out, walking to the crew's place. He fell asleep a moment later that his body touched the hammock.