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Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3.

Clouds mind was almost certainly scrambled. No doubt about it. The thing is though; only he seemed to know why. It wasn’t because of the many bloody, sweaty, blurred fights he had endured, or even the fact that Sephiroth himself had gone mad. The fact him let himself be pounded by some not so familiar men at parties was not prying on his mind either.

The thing that was troubling him was that ever since he had been pumped with so many of those ‘experimental’ drugs he had formed an unusual attraction. Not about fancying men, he was fine with that, but as he rose dripping out the bath to stand on the hotel mat and look into the cleverly placed mirror, he yet again found himself aching –for a shadow. A desperate pounding in the middle of his groin, in rhythm with his pounding heart, this in itself was annoying but a common sensation for this lustful blond.

He stepped out of the bathroom while wrapping a towel around his waist. He hadn’t a clue why he was being so modest; there was no one in his room with him, he was on his own for once. On vacation. How sad. He flopped on to the bed and spread his arms (and with out knowing) his towel clad legs wide. He closed his crystal blue eyes and sighed, letting his soaked straw blond hair spread a water stain on the bed as he started to dream.

There was that shadow again, just outside his cell. He could see the silhouette of the mystery guy (it was obvious as to the sex) flickering on the wall obstructed by big black bars. He couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but the low rumble that did reach his tortured ears was enough to rock him, not to sleep, but into a state that was not of hyper awareness. He heard a distinct tapping of measured footsteps and felt himself being lifted by strong arms. He didn’t fight, he didn’t want to. If this was the shadow carrying him he wanted to go. He would follow any darkness cast against a shattered or pristine wall; if only he could be held by the shadow, be enveloped by the dark soothing figure - he wouldn’t care.

Cloud’s dirty matted hair tumbled into his eyes as he was hoisted onto a cold steel table and his now not so toned limbs lolled hopelessly. Warm gentle hands rested on his thigh as it was lifted back upon the steel. A conversation ensued between the shadow and a lab coat. It only just registered in Cloud’s aroused and fogged brain that his beloved shadow must be a scientist. This thought was thrown ruthlessly out of his dazed mind as he felt himself being stripped. Words floated around, words he wasn’t meant to hear but was glad he did. Words like ‘homosexuality’ and ‘sexually responsive’ were not encouraging.

Firm, definitely male lips were placed upon his small, suddenly struggling form, and a large hand placed between his legs. His writhing stopped abruptly as he let himself be kissed. Cloud had been tickled into an arousal as the large surprisingly tender hand began to stroke his member. He was scared to open his eyes, after what they had done to Zach he didn’t know what would happen. Whipping? Hitting? He didn’t even know if this was a technical test that he had to pass in some weird twisted way. He was not planning to give up this bliss that was seeping into his…pelvic area actually. He could feel a very persistent erection that was now getting the attention it needed. As strong hands stroked and rub at the nub of his cock he groaned and bucked into the shadow on top of him. Heavy breathing issued from the darkness; quickening his own breaths Cloud felt his hands being tied. Alarm bells started to ring; they were not alone, were people watching? Standing there with clipboards? A few seconds later this wasn’t much of a problem as his legs were being spread and then lubed. The kisses were becoming rougher and rougher, the warm muscle still avidly exploring his tonsils and running along the length of his own tongue. Two fingers were brushing against his curved, deprived buttocks. While the kisses trailed down his chest and hardened nipples he was aware of stripped skin on his thighs, “Argh!” He cried at the rough entry, though at the same time his bonds were released and his hands went to the head of the form in front. Eyes firmly jammed shut in pain and pleasure.

He looks so vulnerable there, strapped to that table. I volunteered to take this adventure into our “little experiment” and find if his sexuality had change or altered in anyway whatsoever.

I was glad I was not meant to be making any evaluations during our encounter, as my mind was not thinking straight. He had so much warmth as I pounded his body to see how he reacted. He had not flinched at my caresses and had responded well to my kisses, moaning and arching against me. A hot little body enticing me - they released his hands and he immediately reached for my head to meet our lips together. He groaned into my chest as I had my hands on his hips and was pulling him, impaling him effectively onto my member. “nnnngh! Seph!!” as he cried out this name I heard a distinct scribbling, but this didn’t put me off as I was in my stride, I could feel his hardness jacking up against my stomach at the same time as him grabbing it and rapidly increasing his speed. Oblivion was fast approaching, a white warmth that I was riding and grunting with. He released with a beautiful arch upon his abdomen. Considering his derivation this must have been paradise – I myself was nearly ashamed with an early cum. I had to do this again, feel his small, blonde writhing form beneath me regularly. On a professional basis only. Of course.

Cloud jerked awake to find himself back on his hotel bed. An extremely sticky mess had accumulated on his thighs, but still he didn’t feel satisfied. Hurriedly he knelt and removed his towel - already he was arousing his warmth again, images of smooth buttocks and soft lips filled his vision. Roughly he moved his hands ion a rhythm well known. He cried out as he lay on the floor. “SEPHIROTH!”