Roche standing with his bike and Fort Condor board while calling out to his "friend" in the Sector 7 slums in FF7 Remake Intermission is essentially Roche standing outside Cloud's bedroom window while holding up a boombox.
i posted this forever ago but it completely vanished, so chalk it up to tumblr randomly deleting my posts without notifying me in any way. here it is again
part 1 of this
Summary: this is an intro chapter of a bigger thing, so it basically has some roche/cloud smut and not much plot yet. NOTE: roche isn't the endgame ship
Tags: Roche x Cloud, transmasc cloud strife, fighting as foreplay, semi-public sex
Rating: 18+, no minors, minors DNI, explicit AF,
Warnings: penetrative sex, canon-typical violence, dissociative amnesia, neurodivergent cloud strife, jessie raspberry getting what she fucking deserves
basically this but they fuck
“I just wanted to clear things up between us, because, well…I’ve been throwing myself at you pretty hard, all week, but you give me nothing back. So, what’s the problem? Why don’t you want me?”
Because I know exactly what your neck would look like, in the split second between decapitation and your body collapsing, and it’s all I can see, when I look at you, he did not say. He just stared blankly back at her, like she’d addressed him in a foreign language.
“Like, seriously, are you normal?” Her voice was getting louder, which probably meant she was upset. “Do you even like girls?”
“I like girls, fine. I just don’t like you,” he said flatly, and turned to go.
“Hey! Stop! I’m not done talking to you!” She hurried after him and grabbed his arm, to yank him back. She may as well have grabbed a bridge pylon, for all the effect it had.
“I’m done talking to you,” he said, shrugging her off. “Don’t touch me again, or I’ll defend myself.”
Jessie’s face went blank, and she stood there blinking, for a second. Then she laughed aloud. “Defend yourself? Oh, please. I know you wouldn’t really do anything to me. I’m just a sweet little girl, and you’re a big, tough SOLDIER.”
As she said this, she trotted up beside him again and hooked her arm around his waist. One second later, she was tumbling backward across the street, finally rolling to a stop on the hard-packed dirt, on the other side.
“Cloud! You fucking bastard!” she half-screamed, half-sobbed, as she struggled to her feet. “You just attacked an innocent girl right on the street!! You won’t get away with this! I’ll tell everyone, just you watch!!”
Cloud had already turned to walk away. “Don’t care.”
When he got back to the shithole room he was staying in, he knocked on the door before his, and spent a few minutes talking to a girl he actually gave a shit about. They never talked about anything important, but for some reason, it made her feel better, when he stopped by.
Then he went to his room, where he laid in bed for two hours, his mind buzzing and racing, but unable to organize a single coherent train of thought, from the disjointed chaos in his brain.
He got to Midgar, somehow. But how? He thought he remembered a loud, high-pitched engine. Like an old gas-powered dirtbike, but that couldn’t be right. The vague silhouette of someone with spiky hair. The thunder of chopper rotors and staccato pops of gunfire…then static and bolts of pain shot through his his head and everything went smooth and white again, like a blank page.
Another hour passed and he was still tossing and fidgeting in agitation, unable to sleep. He needed something, to take the edge off, but that was a difficulty. He would barely touch booze and hated the altered state of mind recreational drugs produced. He needed to be in control of his mind,
There was one thing, but…fuck. He told himself he wasn’t going to do this, except in an emergency. Just then, the weirdo next door down started thumping around and groaning like a zombie. Ok, this was now officially an emergency. Cloud grabbed his phone and sent a text.
Strife: well?
Fifteen seconds later, the screen lit up with a reply.
SOLDIER Roche: Ah, my passionate little friend! How good to hear from you! To what do I owe the honor of your rather odd greeting, this evening?
Strife: want to fight or fuck. you in?
There was a long pause before Roche responded, and Cloud laughed inwardly, knowing exactly what the man’s face probably looked like, when he read those very straightforward words.
SOLDIER Roche: At the risk of overstepping, might I venture to propose a third option? Wherein we do both?
Strife: hell yes
Strife: old Hongjin shipping warehouse on the south edge of sector 7 in 20
Twenty-five minutes later, the two were circling one another, like a couple of alpha wolves about to fight for dominance. Which was pretty much what they were doing. Cloud was the first to make a move, swinging the blunt side of his heavy sword into Roche’s ribs, with enough force to snap a normal man in half.
Roche wasn’t normal. He was a SOLDIER. He went flying, but he hopped right back up, huffing and puffing from having the wind knocked out of him, but smiling from ear to ear.
His sword flashed silver in the moonlight as he appeared out of nowhere, returning the blow with the pommel of his sword, like a cannon shot to Cloud’s gut, throwing him into a jersey barrier, which he smashed through and wound up covered in pulverized concrete.
They traded blows back and forth like this, till they were both spitting blood, panting from exhaustion, streaked with sweat and dirt, grinning at each other like a couple of idiots.
No one who hadn’t been through the mako treatment would understand how it felt, being able to use their full strength against an equally matched opponent. It didn’t just feel good to work out all that mako-induced aggression, it was a necessity.
The shit would build up in your joints and muscles like toxic sludge, and make you feel sick and sore and stiff all over. On top of feeling like a bag of smashed assholes, it would fuck with your head and make you extremely grouchy. When SOLDIERs got grouchy, it was a threat to public safety.
The fight had devolved into grappling, at this point, and their holds started lingering and getting closer to groping, till they were rolling around on the dirty concrete, actually groping and kissing, hot and urgent and messy, and Roche’s hard dick was grinding into Cloud’s abdomen.
“We gonna do this?” Cloud said, when he pulled back to take a breath.
Roche’s eyebrows went up. “Right here?”
Cloud jerked his head toward the nearby building. Never one to need to be told twice, Roche leapt to his feet, scooped Cloud up like a princess, and kicked the door open as he carried him inside. It was a just some steel storage containers and a bare concrete floor. Pretty much the same as the lot outside, but there were walls.
Roche sat Cloud on one of the containers and they got directly to business. Roche’s pauldrons hit the floor, followed by his leather waist armor, then their mouths were back on each other. Cloud got the SOLDIER’s blue jumpsuit unzipped and pulled it down around his waist, exposing his black tank top and black underwear.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he remarked, sliding his hands up under the top, to grope and squeeze his chiseled pectoral muscles. “I’m starting to think they recruit for SOLDIER based on looks.”
Roche laughed. “If we’re the standard, and not the outlier, I think you have a solid case.”
His big cock was straining against the stretchy fabric of his underwear, making Cloud’s mouth water. Without a word, he slid to his knees and mouthed over it, before he pulled the underwear down around Roche’s thighs, letting it bounce free.
“Oh! M—my friend,” Roche gasped, as Cloud took him in his mouth. “My good…good friend. Ha—fuck! Just like that!”
Turned out not even having his dick sucked could shut him up. He kept moaning and making incoherent exclamations, raking his hands through Cloud’s hair as Cloud licked up the shaft, lapping the salty slick off the head, before he took it deep into his throat, shoving his head down and gagging hard, slicking it with spit to stroke it, fully focused on the sensory pleasure of sucking this big cock. When he felt it get hotter and harder, he pulled off with a wet pop. “Don’t come in my mouth.”
Then he swallowed it again, taking it down and holding it in his throat for a longer interval, each time he bobbed on it, like he was trying to choke himself on it.
Cloud leaned to the side, watching him wring himself hard and fast, as he came, spurting long jets of milky-white, all over the concrete floor.
SOLDIER sexual function did not follow normal human rules, and Roche didn’t get soft after he came. His gorgeous cock just stayed up, stiff and springy as steel, jutting out from his muscular abdomen like a flagpole. Which was lucky for Cloud, who was literally aching to get that thing inside him.
Roche pulled him into a kiss, entwining their tongues while he unbuttoned Cloud’s trousers and slid his hand down the front. Then he stopped, like someone had hit his pause button.
After a beat, he drew back, looking down at Cloud with an odd expression. “You have a—”
“Yeah. I do. Problem?”
“No, no, it’s just…” Roche swallowed hard. “I think…I might…be in love with you.”
“Tch, fuck off with that,” Cloud scoffed. “Shut up and put your dick in me, before I change my mind.”
Roche knelt down and pulled off Cloud’s boot, peeling one leg of his trousers and underwear off, then pushed his sweater up, exposing his leanly muscular, very clearly male torso.
The thin keyhole scars weren’t even visible, anymore. None of his scars were, after the mako treatment, even the ones from childhood. He had a vague feeling of nausea, and opening his eyes in burning, green liquid, and quickly pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the sensory experience
With tender attention due more to a lover, than a casual fuck, Roche licked and sucked Cloud’s rosebud nipples till they were puckered and erect, then kissed his way down his taut ridge of abdominal muscles, to the curly, blonde pubic hair.
Pushing his slender thighs up and apart, he knelt down and slid his tongue into the hot, wet slit. Cloud gasped and gave a moan, gripping the storage container with both hands, while Roche tongue-fucked him senseless, laving and lapping and sucking his swollen clit, till Cloud came apart with a hoarse cry, hips stuttering as he fucked against his mouth.
Roche licked him through the spasms, then stood up, tossing him a jaunty wink, as he wiped his chin with his tank top. Cloud rolled his eyes. Roche laughed and leaned down over him, like he was finally going to put it in, but instead, he grabbed his waist and picked him up, like a doll.
“What the hell are you doing!” Cloud demanded. “Quit playing around and fuck me, already.”
“Patience, my dear friend. You are a once-in-a-lifetime fuck. I want to make sure I do it right.”
So saying, he pinned Cloud against the brick wall, hitching his legs over his shoulders, to bend him effectively in half. Looking into his eyes, he pushed his rock-hard cock into Cloud’s throbbing, dripping-wet hole, in one long, slow slide.
This may not be a viable position for un-augmented humans to fuck for too long, but for Roche, Cloud’s entire hundred and sixty pounds was as easy as picking up a cat.
“Ungh! You’re so…fucking deep,” Cloud groaned. “Your dick is too big, you’re gonna fuck a hole right through me.”
“Careful, baby. You keep talking like that, I might get ideas.” Roche gave a ferocious grin and slammed it in, all the way to the base, making Cloud cry out and grab onto his shoulders, bracing himself against the barrage of deep, hard thrusts, till he came on Roche’s cock, back arching and thighs shaking, his insides squeezing and convulsing with his orgasm.
“F—fuck, baby,” Roche sputtered, as he fucked into the sucking spasms. “You feel so fucking good. I wanna come in your hot little pussy.”
“Mn,” Cloud grunted. “Come inside.”
“Really? I can?”
“Why not? You know we’re sterile.”
“Didn’t want to be—ha! disrespectful.”
“Said the guy fucking me in an old warehouse, after we beat the shit out of each other.”
That comment just about ended Roche. He cursed under his breath and covered Cloud’s mouth with a ravenous kiss, pounding wildly into him with his iron-hard shaft, releasing a slippery-hot flood that overflowed and spilled out onto the concrete floor.
“Cloud, my friend, holy shit,” he murmured, nuzzling into his warm neck. “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t you mean currently having?” Cloud pointed out. “You’re still hard and you’re still inside me.”
“What, I can’t leave a review till I’m out of the restaurant?”
“Review? Gross, get off me.”
“Aww, come on, baby,” Roche wheedled, rocking his hips teasingly. “One more round, what do you say.”
AHAHAHAHAHA Okay okay, I mentioned this in a mutes post a few days back, I found it and am gonna try and revist this now but... gosh. I feel like it's got potential I suppose?
But my sad ass shipper heart needs to calm down xD
It's cropped to keep it... clean I guess? Gonna remove the lines and maybe work a bit more on the sketch, I feel like my style's changed. I dunno. I find showing these things a bit embarrassing nowadays and I dunno why xD
