Title: Without Armor
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Disclaimer: No implied ownership, no financial gain, only fanwork.
Characters/Pairings: Ansem/Cloud, Sephiroth, Riku
Summary: Ansem plans to catch a god. But he becomes the one to take the bait.
He had to admit, this was not the position he'd intended to be in when the god arrived. No, he had fully intended to be dressed and waiting, not half-hard and still inside the god's lover. But Ansem didn't find any problems with improvising and certainly, he'd made all the preparations. His somewhat metaphorical and partially literal net was waiting.
Speaking just a few words in an almost-painful ancient language, Ansem reached out and instant energy crackled around the room, drawing inward on Sephiroth as the god thrashed and fought.
"Seph..." Cloud whispered as the god dropped to his knees, head forced downward in submission. Unsure if he was truly incapacitated or just chose not to fight the inevitable, Ansem did the only thing he could think to...
"Darkness," he said softly, calling the castle's heartless to him. They could carry the prisoner up to where the Princesses waited for Princes that would never come. He would be held there until he could be properly attended to.
There was no reason to speak - the heartless knew their orders and were there and gone, with Sephiroth, before Ansem did so much as pull away from Cloud.
"My lord..." Cloud managed, blue eyes full of fear as he gazed upward. Ansem smiled as best he could and kissed Cloud's lips. Yes, Cloud had been bait but he was now so much more - he could... He could also ruin everything.
"Get some rest," Ansem said as he wiped himself on the bottom of the blanket and stood. "I apologize for the interruption, but often plans do come to fruition at such... inconvenient times."
Cloud was silent, speechless for some reason or other. It wasn't concerning - yet.
Once dressed and outside the bedroom, Ansem sealed the door and frowned. Something was amiss and he doubted it had anything to do with Cloud, unless Cloud had known more than he had revealed. Still, he had not chosen to aid the god.
Each footstep echoed in the empty castle as Ansem ascended the final staircase to where his guest was waiting.
"It's nothing personal, I assure you," he said when the green-eyed god came into view, bound in snaking chains of darkness and held against the hard stone wall. "Cloud is the one who made that decision. I was satisfied just to keep him from near-certain death in the Coliseum."
Sephiroth strained as though he wanted to speak, but his bindings allowed him to do little more than grunt.
"Good," Ansem continued as he stepped closer and reached to touch the twisting black. Power flowed into him instantly - he felt as though he was suddenly invincable. Smirking, he pulled back and then reached up to fix a few errant strands of Sephiroth's hair before speaking again.
"You surprised me," Ansem admitted as he strolled a few meters before turning and glancing back at Sephiroth. "I was beginning to think that you would never come for him despite being initially assured that your relationship was..."
Sephiroth snarled but did not speak - or could not, Ansem was unsure. He cared little for which was the truth.
"Or did you trust him on his own?" Ansem questioned. "He's not the sort for that. He's too easily controlled."
"Cloud," Sephiroth managed to gasp before again thrashing at his bonds.
"Submits to me," Ansem commented. "Willingly, completely."
He pulled more of Sephiroth's power and smiled. It would take time to absorb all of Sephiroth's power and let it soak into his body. He'd need to learn to control it and not succumb to the rush that cuurently had him wanting to go back to Cloud and fuck him until the blond was thoroughly exhausted.
He felt deliciously invincible. And he had a bit of time to... go play.
"Stay there," Ansem said coldly as he looked at the writhing god. "I need to check on the object of our conversation."
Sephiroth looked away and stopped struggling. Ansem had won.
Cloud was lying naked on top of the covers when Ansem returned.
"You're back," he said as Ansem closed the door - it seemed more like a question than a statement.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Ansem asked curiously. He took his jacket off and draped it over a chair. Even though he was sure that he hadn't lost his hold on Cloud, he wanted to confirm that the blond cared little for what happened to Sephiroth.
"I... Well..." Cloud rolled onto his side. "I don't know. But..."
"I apologize for my plan being so ill timed," Ansem said. "Where were we?" He crawled onto the bed and looked down at Cloud.
Cloud smiled and nodded, confirming his interest. He let Ansem push him onto his back before spreading his legs with little guidance. When their mouths met in a hot, hungry kiss, Cloud moaned and reached up to wrap his hands into Ansem's silvery hair.
Somehow, they'd both gotten attached - far more than what had been planned. It had been an unevaluated risk... Ansem found that he didn't much mind in the end. He now had the power he required and desired. And he had a strong, dedicated servant in the form of the body beneath his.
Their hands collided a moment later as they both tried to undo Ansem's pants.
Each movement was quick and greedy. Ansem's pants were pushed off the edge of the bed at about the same moment Ansem grasped Cloud's erection. And everything aside from pleasing one another was forgotten when Ansem pulled his two slicked fingers from Cloud's body and thrust his own erection into tight, wonderful heat.
And only hours later, when they were both tired, did the forgotten piece of the puzzle make the first move towards clicking into place.
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