Chapter 5: Untold Truths

They would never know the truth. They couldn’t understand it even if Cloud tried to explain it to them. How could they possibly understand what Sephiroth had once meant to Cloud or how it felt to be owned by such a man, the most treasured possession? He could almost hear the speculations now, the excuses of brain washing, conditioned responses, hero worship, but Cloud knew that was all that they were. Excuses for people who could never understand.

That was the main reason he had bought his house. It was close enough to Edge for various emergencies but far enough away to discourage random people dropping by. He had done all the work on it himself, even creating a special room with a pool in the center of it filled with water from the Church. A fountain trickled in the middle of the pool, adding a pleasant sound to the stillness of the house. Hanging on one of the walls was the polished Buster, its surface scrubbed free of rust and as pristine as it had been when Zack had handed it to him before he had died. Against the opposite wall was the Masamune, hung with reverence and framed by silver silk. Cloud wasn’t sure why he had found the sword in the ruins after his last battle with Sephiroth, but he was not about to let his Master’s other prized possession out for just anyone to find. None of his allies had seen this room and they never would if Cloud could help it. This was his private refuge now that the Church had constant visitors for the miracle water there.

The only furniture in the room were a bed and a dresser scavenged from the SOLDIER’s quarters in the Tower some time after Meteor. The bed was made with soft sheets and scattered with pillows, forming a nice nest where it was tucked against a corner. The dresser had rings attached to the drawers which was threaded with a piece of metal and locked to the bottom of the dresser with a large lock. The key hung on a chain with Cloud’s tags from the military, clinking against the two extra tags that rested next to the piece of metal stamped with his name. The names on those other tags were just as precious to him as any of his possessions. One was Zack Fair, his best friend and the one who had decided long ago to strike up a conversation with a painfully hopeful cadet who only wanted a place to belong. The other was the man who had granted that cadet a place to belong and as much loving attention as he could spare.

General Sephiroth.

Lying on the bed, Cloud let a hand drift over his body as his other arm was curled up behind his head. Mako blue eyes were fixed on the shimmering length of the Masamune as he curled his fingers around his erection, calluses from wielding a sword catching briefly on sensitive skin, and he gasped at the sensation. He could almost feel the approving gaze linger along his skin as he lightly stroked hard flesh, and a soft moan slipped out of him as he spread his legs, tilting his hips up to expose himself to that imagined gaze. He allowed his eyes to slip shut as he continued stroking, his memories and imagination adding the phantom touches to the sensations.

So lovely, Pet. Show me what you want, purred his memories, and Cloud whimpered as his hand drifted from behind his head to between his legs, pausing briefly to dip his fingers in a jar of oil. The hand on his cock lifted his balls out of the way to give an unobstructed view of his finger slowly sliding into him, stretching tight muscles that weren’t use to this activity any longer.

Ghostly fingers brushed over his hair before trailing down his chest to tease the crinkled skin stretched around his fingers. Do you ache to be filled, my precious? Do you want more?

“Yes, Master,” he moaned, sliding a second finger next to the first. The touches became more real, more solid, and Cloud whimpered as he squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to open them and loose the sensations even though he ached to gaze into materia green eyes unclouded by madness and desperation.

A third finger slid into him, long and slender, as teeth nibbled at his jaw, and Cloud tilted his head back baring his throat and revealing the collar that encircled his neck even as he thrust back on the invading fingers. A second hand curled around his waist and lightly tugged his fingers out of his body. Cloud whimpered in protest before moaning as his fingers were replaced by slender digits that stroked and petted in just the right ways.

My beautiful Cloud, crooned that wonderful voice as silken hair cascaded down his chest, teasing him further as a fourth finger slipped into him. How much more would you willingly take from me?

“Whatever you’re willing to give, Master Sephiroth,” he whispered, thrusting back on those welcomed fingers. The touches hesitated for a second, the feeling of surprise in the air, before continuing their petting and stroking with an almost desperate fervor. Cloud whimpered and moaned as his climax threatened to crash over him, and he quickly tightened a hand around his cock, getting a warm chuckle for his actions before permission was whispered into his ear. Crying out, he arched off the bed as his release coated his chest before he collapsed on the sheets, panting for breath.

You are mine, Pet, purred that voice as a kiss was brushed across his forehead, and Cloud reluctantly opened his eyes, blinking back the tears that wanted to fall. Something brushed against his skin, and he glanced down in surprise to find a long silver hair sticking to his sweaty skin