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Smut dispenser?!! Well well, don't mind if I do!

One Sephiroth x (dealer's choice) please!

I dont care who he's with or not with I JUST NEED SEPHIROTH

DING DING DING YOU GET: Sephiroth x Cloud, semi-public, non-penetrative, with some psychoanalysis to spice up the porn. This one's actually smut, not a dicktease like the last one this stupid gacha machine spit out. The machine also made up the title don't blame me for it.

should go without saying but: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Do as the Greeks Romans Do

Some of them called him a cyborg. A boy robot. A toy soldier. All of them looked at him with expressions from the ‘pity’ or ‘disdain’ or even ‘disgust’ flash cards, that the PR team made him study. But he was small, then.

When he hit his late teens and had a mercurial growth spurt, most people’s expressions changed to the ones on the ‘nervous’, ‘anxious’ and ‘afraid’ cards.

He was told by the PR team that they were just shy, because he was such a famous hero, and that was intimidating, to normal people. They said he should try smiling more. That would make civilians and colleagues feel more comfortable around him.

So, every day, he practiced carefully, in the mirror, until he had successfully trained himself to always wear the placid, non-threatening smile, from the expression cards.

He smiled while he was training. He smiled while he was slaughtering enemies. He smiled while he was talking to anyone, and when he was alone. When he was eating or bathing, or having samples of his blood and tissue and semen collected, for the Science and Research Division—always the same smile.

Strangely enough, it actually worked. People began greeting him with friendly-card faces. They were less jumpy and nervous when he was in a room. Children no longer cried or ran away, when they saw him. During that time, his reputation as a war hero was also soaring, sky-high, which Shinra loved.

Sephiroth hated it. He hated the false image they showed the public, that made him out to be some kind of super-patriot, acting for the good of all mankind.

He wasn’t a guardian angel, he was just a naturally gifted person. He hated unnecessary cruelty, but otherwise, he liked fighting and killing, because he was good at those things. That was all he knew how to do.

His life wasn’t very enjoyable to him, in that period, but there were things he liked. He liked when people had happy-card faces. He liked when Genesis gave dramatic recitations of Loveless. He liked when Angeal and Zack talked energetically with one another, so he could listen and learn from their tones of voice and expressions. He was teaching himself how to be a person, and he learned from all of them.

From Genesis, he learned that he liked beauty and poetry, but disliked jealousy and competitive hostility. From Angeal, he learned that he liked honor and loyalty. From Zack, he learned that he liked enthusiasm and perseverance. From Cloud, he learned that he liked boys.

Or, one boy, at least. As ridiculous as it may sound, at that age, he’d still been an absolute novice, in that arena. A human weapon had no reason to learn about the complex and volatile dynamics of sexual relationships, and thus he was never taught. He knew of the concepts, theoretically—his education was thorough and rigorous—but that was all.

What’s more, he had never felt anything akin to romantic attraction, and had certainly never associated sexuality with a person he found interesting. His experience of anything sexual was limited to the purely mechanical stimulation of his penis until ejaculation, in a sterile medical environment, with the goal of collecting samples of his semen, during his regular physical examinations. They took samples of blood, hair, tissue, and urine, as well. It was no different than that.

When Shinra’s tower of lies crashed down around him, and everything he’d been taught to believe about himself fell to wreck and ruin, he began to systematically examine and reject many of the principles that had been indoctrinated into him, since birth.

Among these, was the idea that he did not have emotions. He did have them. He had always had them. But he had been forcibly suppressing them for so long, he no longer had the capacity to identify them, let alone cope with them. Particularly not complicated and unfamiliar ones, pertaining to an individual person.

To put it briefly, Sephiroth wouldn’t know romantic attraction if it walked up and bit him on the lip. So, when he encountered a young man, who triggered a dizzying cascade of emotional and physical responses in himself, he was deeply confused, to say the least.

Under the circumstances, it was perfectly understandable that he would misidentify his desire to penetrate Cloud sexually, as a desire to penetrate him with a sword, and would act accordingly.

But, when it came to it, he was never able to strike a fatal blow. He simply couldn’t kill him. Then he wouldn’t. Then it became his line in the sand. No matter what happened, Cloud Strife had to live. How this jibed with his plan to end the world…that was uncertain.

He had some vague idea that he’d expose the evil and hypocrisy of humanity to Cloud, and that Cloud, having the wool pulled from over his eyes, would join him. That he’d be understood and accepted, by someone whose understanding and acceptance were worthwhile, to him.

What happened, instead, was that they wound up having a series of semi-hostile sexual interchanges, in semi-public locations.

This had not been Sephiroth’s intention. When he caught Cloud in that first alleyway, he’d used his body to pin the small young man against a wall, from behind, purely as a restraining technique.

What he did not expect, was that Cloud would gasp and writhe about in a such an alluring way. What he expected even less, was that feeling that small, warm body enveloped in his, would elicit such an immediate and potent sexual response from him.

Cloud’s helpless, warm-blooded-prey-animal reaction to his predatory incursion, made him so hard, his cock ached and strained uncomfortably against his leather trousers.

When his suddenly erect member pressed against Cloud’s backside, Sephiroth found his rational mind overwhelmed by a torrent of aggression and possessiveness, like he had never experienced, before.

He wanted this boy. Wanted to make him his own. Wanted to strip him to the skin and touch and taste his entire body. To push him down and penetrate him. To release his seed inside him. And he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

He knew theoretically the way men had sex with men, but he had never had sex with anyone, and was fairly certain he would seriously injure boy, if he tried it now.

That would be unacceptable. Cloud must remain alive and unharmed, no matter what. However, Cloud must also become his unequivocal possession, and submit his body and soul to him in every way. It was a conundrum.

Then he recalled some information Genesis had related to him, once, about the way in which the noblemen of some ancient society possessed their young, male lovers—by penetrating them between the thighs. Thus was the sex act accomplished, without injuring the receptive partner, nor compromising his chastity.

He became hyper-focused on this idea, and was almost unaware what he was doing, till he’d already pulled the boy’s trousers and underwear down around his knees. Cloud struggled and thrashed, to absolutely no effect, until Sephiroth’s hot, heavy shaft slotted into the cleft of his ass. Then he went stiff and still, as if he’d petrified that way.

Sephiroth’s head spun, like a drunk, giddy and euphoric, with the tantalizing pleasure of rubbing his bare cock on Cloud’s velvety, naked skin. He reached around, from curiosity, and found the boy also rigidly erect, with a bit of slippery fluid leaking from the slit in the head of his small, pretty cock.

[EDITORIAL ADDENDUM: Mr. Strife has asked that it be here noted that his penis is actually well above average in size, and that Sephiroth’s perception was distorted, because he had only his own ‘freakishly huge’ member, as well as those of the ‘slightly less freakish but still fucking ridiculous’ Angeal and Zack, for comparison.]

“Mm? What’s this?” Sephiroth hummed, giving it a squeeze.

“S—stop touching it!” Cloud sputtered, blushing so hard his ears and neck turned pink. “Let me go, you fucking psycho!”

“Now, now. There’s no reason for name-calling,” Sephiroth murmured in his ear, tracing the tips of his gloved fingers up and down the shaft, as he rocked his hips, grinding his formidable weapon against Cloud's ass. “You must like being touched, for you to be this way already.”

“What are you…what are you going to do to me?” Cloud asked breathlessly.

Though he was panting like a rabbit in a snare, it was only about half fear. Sephiroth could feel the electrified tension in his small body, practically vibrating against his own, but he didn’t pull away.

“Nothing that will hurt,” he said softly.

Cloud gave a jolt, as Sephiroth’s cock, long and hard and thick, was thrust abruptly between his thighs, and the big, blunt head knocked into his balls. The sound that escaped his lips was obscene—halfway between a moan and a pleading whimper.

It went straight to Sephiroth’s cock. He pulled back and thrust again, eliciting another deliciously lewd cry from Cloud’s mouth, and then it was on.

Cloud squeezed his thighs together, and Sephiroth kept rutting between them, till they were both panting and overheated, intoxicated on the unspeakable pleasure of intimate, physical contact with one another, after all the violence and antagonism between them.

Truth be told, Sephiroth was woefully unprepared for the world of difference between a spontaneous and mutually enthusiastic sexual interchange, and that sterile, manual stimulation he had known prior to this, which had been no different to him than urinating.

That had been perfunctory and joyless—just another duty that was expected of him. This was hot and messy and confused; poignant and visceral, almost to the point of being unbearable. It was…human. Maybe the only genuinely human experience he’d ever had.

When Sephiroth came, his mind blanked out, to white space. He lost his preternatural composure and gave a choked groan, sinking his teeth into Cloud’s warm, softly scented neck, and shuddering as his cock pulsed, releasing in long, aching bursts, between the boy’s accommodating thighs.

He was still reeling, from his intense climax, when he noticed Cloud was stroking his own cock, in a frantic, ungraceful way, that was immensely charming to his terminally graceful partner.

Even more charming, was the hand that had reached back and was clinging to his leather coat, pulling him closer, rather than pushing him away, for the first time in their acquaintance.

Luminous blue-green eyes, with dilated pupil slits, watched curiously, over Cloud’s shoulder, as the boy wrung himself rapidly to climax. Cloud arched his slender back against Sephiroth’s chest, leaning heavily on him, eyes squeezed shut, biting his rosy bottom lip, while he ejaculated, quick spurts of milky-white fluid, all over the wall in front of him.

Then…neither of them moved, to break contact. They just remained that way, for several long minutes, in silence; Sephiroth holding Cloud tightly in his arms, no sound but the background hum of the city, and one another’s breathing.

The area where their bodies were pressed together began to feel humid and sticky, even through Cloud’s shirt. Keeping one hand securely on Cloud’s narrow waist, to prevent the half-conscious boy toppling over entirely, Sephiroth refastened his own trousers. Cloud stirred, in response to the movement.

“What…what the fuck just happened?” he said dazedly.

Sephiroth chuckled. “Worry not, little puppet. You’re a still a virgin. For now.”

“How’d you know—I mean, who the hell said I was a virgin?” Cloud demanded, pulling away and turning around to look up at him.

But Sephiroth, overcome with a sudden, unreasoning terror of being perceived, in this vulnerable state, had already vanished, leaving the boy alone in the alley, blinking about confusedly, as he pulled up his trousers.

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