@hyperionswrath - Continued from here [x]
Cloud did not take kindly to that sudden grasp of his hips only to be dragged back into the metaphorical hell of that hotel room. He resists, hands gripping at the doorframe before the heat of Seifer’s breath turns his blood to wire, his body stilled against those scathing gut wrenching words which had his breath catch sharply in his throat.
Slowly, Cloud turns into that hot demanding breath, eyes narrowed and gleaming with a spiteful fury to meet with those cruel, unyielding emerald hues.
“Stop acting like you O W N me!” a vicious hiss from between clenched teeth as the harsh kick of that door barres his escape. But he’s wrong, the realisation hitting him as forcefully as his back is slammed up against the hotel room wall, straining to retaliate with a gruff “The hell is wrong with you?!”.
But Seifer is bigger than he is, stronger to boot, possibly the only true excuse he can formulate as to why Cloud gives up the effort to get away from him in that instance.
Because he’d forgotten he was little more than a toy to this man. A plaything to be used and thrown away on a whim.
Despite the basic principal that was at stake here, that Cloud had shown desire to take control of this situation, Seifer had once again snatched away his opportunity to gain the high ground with his violent rough housing. It wasn’t enough that the slighter blond could feel the tell-tale throb of the bruise forming beneath the flesh of his cheek from the night previous when he’s grabbed about the face and kissed, oh, so savagely. There was always room for one more wound, always that deep-rooted twisted craving to taste the sharp tang of blood in his own mouth. To take pleasure in the pain Seifer inflicted.
But he liked it this way, didn’t he? Even if he scowls distastefully at the man assaulting him anew who vocally confirms that fact, even when he purposely fails to answer why he hadn’t bothered to finish him off before now, even as Cloud offers little more than a strangled grunt and a habitual jerk of his hips into Almasy’s hand, his own leaving sharp crescents in the skin of Seifer’s shoulders. There was a lot to be said about honing a body that would betray him so readily, that would merely just stand there and allow this supposed enemy unwrap him like a damn gift. Why did it turn him on so much, to be battered and humiliated in such a way? There was something wrong with him, there had to be, an inner musing that comes to light given the lascivious groan which rumbles deeply from the very bowels of his throat when the other grinds against him. When that ferocious kiss suddenly becomes something oddly akin to an unbridled sensuality.
Cloud responds, much against his own better judgement, allowing his debilitating addiction to this man consume whatever was left of his good sense; thigh’s lifted and wrapped around Seifer’s waist, his hands entwined in impossibly soft locks of golden sun kissed hair. But it wasn’t until that kiss was broken, when supple lips ghost over his jawline that a question posed to him caused the air to thicken in his lungs. And he just hangs there, breath’s heavy, staring wide eyed and stunned over the other’s shoulder defying the facts as they shredded him apart from the inside out. Because what was it that Cloud Strife truly wanted?
“I want more than what you’re giving me... You throw me away time and again, I can’t stand it anymore.”
Cloud closes his eyes against the sheer gravity of those truth’s, denying them a voice as each and every word collapses in his throat with the weight of his own crippling shame. Was this really what he’d been reduced to, was this really how far he’d plummeted, for a man who didn’t know the difference between affection and barbarity?
“I want to hate you...” were the only words he could form on his tongue. It was the closest thing to a confession he could muster knowing the character of that statement was not what Almasy would be requesting. Yet he gathers the stones he needs just then to look the man in the eye, without the force of harsh hands, without inflicting the pain they both loved so much, but the lust hanging there in his own bright ocean gaze was already ebbing with the steadying of each breath he inhaled.
“It’s weird that you’re even offering me a choice, has something changed?” He doesn’t expect an answer, thus Cloud doesn’t bother to wait for one. “Doesn’t matter I suppose. I think you know what I want without me having to say it. Make me yours or cut me loose, yeah?”
