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Posted on request of Lucia's-mun. ^^;;
I didn't wanna post this one cause it's so smutty... >.>
X3
<3 Lucia's mun. XDDD
Warnings: Brief ending, we both had to leave and felt that was a nice spot to end it. Yaoi, rape, lime, lemon, blahda, blahda...
Characters: Demyx & Sephiroth
Demyx sat in his room singing cheerfully at the top of his lungs and caroling out his latest favorite song (it changes every week) and strummed his sitar with loving care, he hadn’t been able to find Vincent, the man was probably hiding from him and his swimming lessons, no matter, he’d find him soon enough!
Sephiroth smiled as he materialized behind Demyx. He had finally decided upon a new plan to finish off this damn Nobody who had dared to defy him. Before Demyx could react, the fallen angel pulled him into the portal which dropped them both into the middle of nowhere in a pitch black room.
Demyx yelped as foreign hands snagged him, in his panic his sitar evaporated into bubbles as he fell into the portal and landed on the hard ground, his coat snagging on something sharp and ripping slightly, revealing a bare shoulder.
“What the hell…?” Demyx moaned, his banged up head spinning as he vaguely looked around, trying to gather where he was, it wasn’t easy, he couldn’t see a thing!
Sephiroth was behind the Nobody and leaned down slightly to whisper into the blonde’s ear. “Surprise.” He said softly.
Demyx’s eyes widened in horror. He knew that voice anywhere.
Scrambling away as quick as he could, his head smashed into a wall and he winced as his vision went twice as bad. Holding a gloved hand to his head he moaned. All he could see was the light reflected off his white shirt and blue knee-ripped jeans. Glancing around nervously his eyes scanned the area and he nearly let out hysterical laugh.
For someone born in darkness, how sad he was so afraid of it.
To ensure the Nobody would not escape, Sephiroth calmly summoned his masamune, with only the barest flash of silver along the blade from the barest streaks of moonlight that filtered in as a warning, he calmly slammed it into Demyx’s shoulder, pinning him to the floor like some macabre butterfly.
He caught the flash of light too late as the blade slammed into his shoulder and he bit down on a pain and only half managed to conceal the sound as it came out in a strangled croak.
Here we go, he was going to die, of course Sephiroth had probably brought him to this rat hole so he could die alone. It didn’t matter, Demyx knew the truth now.
“Don’t tell me you’re so pathetic you’ll die from such a meager wound?” Sephiroth whispered softly as he crouched low before the Nobody.
Demyx, despite his pale face matted with sweat already due to the pain, managed to treat Sephiroth to an annoying sneer.
“Well I’d probably heal better if you took out your damn compensating sword.” He said cheerfully.
Sephiroth frowned. Then shook his head at enlightenment. “Oh that’s right. You’re healing skills as a Nobody. Tell me, I have a theory about those powers.” Sephiroth commented as he jerked his sword out roughly.
Demyx winced and bit his lower lip against the pain.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He demanded doing his best to keep a straight tone of voice as he flexed his hand, preparing to summon his sitar.
“I believe that the more you’re injured…” Sephiroth began as he leveled his blade at the Nobody and slammed it through the Nobody’s hand as he attempted to make a move. “The less quicker you’ll heal, I believe it has something to do with the fact that rather then heal with cells in the bloodstream, seeing as you have none, you heal with life energy, the more I wound you, the less you have, the less quickly you heal.” He explained calmly as he jerked his sword out, noting Demyx’s almost completely healed wound on his shoulder. “And secondly,” he now thrust his sword into the space near Demyx’s neck, clipping his throat and creating the slimmest of gashes. “Just what do you think I’m compensating for?”
Demyx couldn’t keep out the yelp of agony that time as the blade dug into his palm shooting streaks of pain up his arm making it limp.
“You’re babbling!” He snapped but whimpered as something stung his neck. Unable to take such a beating without lashing back, Demyx treated Sephiroth to a sickly sweet smile and made a downward motion with his head.
“You know, you’re hoo-hoo.” He said sneering.
For a moment, Sephiroth said nothing, then smiled.
Demyx, this close to Sephiroth now, saw the smirk, and got nervous, pulling away slightly from the masamune, he noted his hand and neck we’re slowly healing, a little slower the normal. Was the garbage Seph had spouted actually worth something…?
Yeah right, think about that crap later, he attempted to formulate an escape plan.
Grabbing Demyx by the collar of his shirt, Sephiroth lifted him into the air, dangling him a few feet in the air and smiled at him as he drew his sword out of the wall. “Why don’t you find out?” He said calmly. Then flung the Nobody onto the ground of the hut and before Demyx could recover, he pulled out his leather band that tied his hair back and slamming his blade deeply into the earth, tied the leather strip to the hilt of his sword and secured Demyx’s hands.
Demyx yelped as he hit the floor, cried out in surprise as a blade was slammed above his head, and bloody shrieked when he discovered his hands were tied.
Not good.
“W-w-what the hell you sicko?!” He demanded blushing furiously at being caught in such a compromised position.
Sephiroth smiled as he wrapped his hand around Demyx’s throat and gripped it tightly, causing bruises. “What do you think?” He asked as one hand slipped beneath Demyx’s shirt.
Demyx paled. Oh no, no, no, no, no!
He tried to scream, and failed under Sephiroth’s choking grip.
Sephiroth smiled as he slipped his hand out from beneath Demyx’s shirt and his eyes narrowed. “I’ve thought of a lovely punishment for you.” He purred in the Nobody’s ear. “You’ve embarrassed me, twice now… so how about I return the favor… you won’t be able to call it rape Nobody.” He whispered as the hand slipped down and beneath the waistline of the jeans, stroking Demyx. “You’ll beg me for it.”
A hiss of breath was all that escaped Demyx’s crushed windpipe as his eyes slipped shut with embarrassment as his body began to respond. This was something he had only wanted to share with his boyfriend. He tried to cross his legs, attempting to keep the man from touching him.
Sephiroth smirked, pleased with the reaction as he continued to mercilessly stroke Demyx, his hand loosened it’s death grip only the slightest to allow the boy to breath, not wanting him to pass out. His teeth took to nipping the tender flesh at Demyx’s naval and leaving marks along the skin that slowly, very slowly vanished. “Futile.” Was all he said when Demyx tried close his legs, and he simply gave a painful squeeze.
Demyx yelped and his legs immediately loosened as he flushed, his eyes now were clamped shut and he began to sob.
“Leon…” He whimpered, unaware he had said it out loud.
Sephiroth smiled. “Just imagine Nobody…” he whispered as he felt the hard flesh beneath his gloved hand. “When I’m through with you… you’ll be damaged, used and filthy… I wonder if the mercenary will love you then.” He hissed.
Demyx choked at that and bit his lower lip, this was too cruel.
“No…” He whimpered, soul too full of doubt already to put up much of a fight against this new piece of argument.
“You’re nothing but a shadow of a bright light… don’t you realize that? How about you stop plaguing him? You’re only dragging him down…” Sephiroth murmured softly as he began a new pace in stroking Demyx.
“Stop… that’s… not true!” He cried out unconvincingly, jerking when Sephiroth changed his style. Tears fell from clamped shut eyes.
“You know it is… darkness begets darkness, you will never, ever, have light Nobody…” Sephiroth said smirking as he dragged his thumb over Demyx’s opening.
“Nngh!” Was the sound he made as he tried to twist away and failed, the masamune was immovable, buried deep as it was.
“But… my… heart…” He breathed raggedly, his skin flushed as he moaned uncomfortably. A little unwillingly, he bucked a little into Sephiroth’s hand.
“You have none.” Sephiroth’s tone was cold, final as he broke down on the sentence and gave Demyx one last quick jerk before pulling back, not about to let the boy come yet. Willing to be done with the clothing completely, he tore Demyx’s jeans and undergarments off in one quick swoop, and smirked at the unmarked skin. “Hold still.” He said grabbing Demyx’s squirming hips with both hands hard enough to bruise and took the Nobody in his mouth.
Demyx cried out at the sensation, shame coloring his cheeks as he whimpered, nearly begging for release, it was so painful.
“No!” He cried out regardless. “I… will!”
Running his tongue along the length, Sephiroth smiled. “Do you really believe that?” He asked slowly drawing a small hand dagger from his coat with one hand. The dagger as plain and simple blade wise, but the hilt was metal with a spiked butt end and multiple little sharp thorns near the end.
Demyx nodded his eyes still shut and not bothering with a vocal response.
The dagger dragged down his skin, moving from his stomach down the side of his naval nearing his genitals. Sephiroth smiled. “Try again.”
Demyx yelped his pain, but stubbornly refused to yield and instead yelled out;
“I do! I will have a heart!” He cried as more tears leaked from his eyes at the pain, he knew now his wounds weren’t healing.
Sephiroth dragged the blood stained blade down a thigh next, trailing dangerously near the middle as he carved carefully, almost lovingly into the skin. “Are you sure?”
Demyx still refused to acknowledge. He would not give up everything he had fought for.
“Yes!” He snapped and whimpered with the pain.
Sephiroth frowned, then chuckled. “Well, maybe you can stand some pain… you’re no longer a virgin, are you?” He commented idly, stroking the point of the dagger across his chest again, his breath brushing against Demyx’s length.
Demyx squirmed uncomfortably, aware of how hot he was becoming.
“W-what’s it to you?” He demanded panting.
The blade slammed into hand as Sephiroth twisted it violently, a cruel sneer on his lips. “Answer.”
“N-no!” Demyx yelped as he groaned his pain, whimpering as the pain began to mount over him making him weak and trembling.
Sephiroth smiled. “You’re first time was most likely with Leon, wasn’t it?”
Demyx, knowing what would happen this time nodded quickly, ignoring the tracks of tears on his face.
“And knowing the mercenary, he was gentle… you’ve never had sex, without being prepared, have you?” Sephiroth whispered into his ear as he moved up slightly to suckle hard onto the skin that joined neck and shoulder.
Demyx, not quite sure by what he meant by that, decided to go along with the answer that would make Sephiroth most happy, he nodded.
Sephiroth smiled. “I wouldn’t want to break the trend. Relax, would you?” He asked softly, then thrust the spiked hilt of his dagger into Demyx.
A scream erupted from parted lips at the painful intrusion, and Demyx twisted his head away from Sephiroth, his breath harsh and heavy as he continued to moan out sounds of his pain.
Twisting the hilt cruelly, Sephiroth bent down to cover Demyx’s mouth in a harsh kiss, rudely violating his mouth and biting down hard on his lower lip as he slowly pulled the weapon out, before shoving it back in.
Demyx’s scream went into the kiss as tears crawled from his eyes, and all he could think repeatedly was; why me, why me, why me…?
Pulling back from the kiss, Sephiroth eyed Demyx with a proud eye, this was frighteningly… pleasurable. With a rude jerk he dragged the weapon from Demyx’s entrance and dropped the blade onto the ground some distance away. “I’m good on my word Nobody… you’ll beg for this.” He commented as he drew his finger along the naval on Demyx, stroking him once in a while and pressing soft love bites into the Nobody’s neck.
Demyx winced and choked back a sob as ecstasy continued to plague his mind, and as much as he hated it, he was starting to grow painful and wanted nothing more then the pleasure of release.
But he would never beg for it, if he did, he really would be just damaged, used, and filthy.
Sephiroth smiled as he pushed up Demyx’s shirt and gently bit down on a nipple, his expression amused. As his hand continued to very gently, very softly stroke Demyx’s length, he tongue made it’s way down from his chest to the naval and he even stopped to circle the belly-button.
Demyx whimpered.
“Please god no…” He cried uselessly, he had never believed in god now, this was some time to start. His breath came in short painful gasps, he felt like he was going to explode.
“It’s not god you should be pleading to, Nobody.” Sephiroth said idly as he trailed his finger tips lovingly along the wound against his thigh, smiling at the Nobody as he repositioned himself over Demyx and pressed a soft kiss against the set of foreign lips.
Demyx couldn’t take it anymore, he sobbed quietly and closed his eyes.
“Please… Sephiroth.” He choked.
Sephiroth smirked, so easy. “Please… what?” He asked trailing kisses down the Nobody’s chin and neck.
“I…” Demyx began then opened his eyes filled with anguish. “…want… you…” He regretted saying them the minute the words left his mouth.
Sephiroth smile as he slowly, very slowly, undid the belt at his waist. “Are you sure…?” He asked gently biting onto one of Demyx’s nipples.
“Yes!” Demyx snapped out frustrated as he flushed in shame, his body arching against Sephiroth’s out of desperation.
Sephiroth smiled as Demyx rubbed against him, and he leaned down to breath into Demyx’s ear. “Just remember Nobody…” He whispered as he positioned himself. “You begged for it.” And he thrust himself in.
Demyx screamed, the pain far worse then when he had done it with Leon. His legs wrapped around Sephiroth as he cried in shame, pain, and pleasure.
Sephiroth smiled, enjoying the tight fit as he withdrew and slammed in again. “Just like that.” He remarked smoothly leaning down to press his lips against Demyx’s.
Demyx sobbed, and felt the last hopes of having a heart shatter.
I didn't wanna post this one cause it's so smutty... >.>
X3
<3 Lucia's mun. XDDD
Warnings: Brief ending, we both had to leave and felt that was a nice spot to end it. Yaoi, rape, lime, lemon, blahda, blahda...
Characters: Demyx & Sephiroth
Demyx sat in his room singing cheerfully at the top of his lungs and caroling out his latest favorite song (it changes every week) and strummed his sitar with loving care, he hadn’t been able to find Vincent, the man was probably hiding from him and his swimming lessons, no matter, he’d find him soon enough!
Sephiroth smiled as he materialized behind Demyx. He had finally decided upon a new plan to finish off this damn Nobody who had dared to defy him. Before Demyx could react, the fallen angel pulled him into the portal which dropped them both into the middle of nowhere in a pitch black room.
Demyx yelped as foreign hands snagged him, in his panic his sitar evaporated into bubbles as he fell into the portal and landed on the hard ground, his coat snagging on something sharp and ripping slightly, revealing a bare shoulder.
“What the hell…?” Demyx moaned, his banged up head spinning as he vaguely looked around, trying to gather where he was, it wasn’t easy, he couldn’t see a thing!
Sephiroth was behind the Nobody and leaned down slightly to whisper into the blonde’s ear. “Surprise.” He said softly.
Demyx’s eyes widened in horror. He knew that voice anywhere.
Scrambling away as quick as he could, his head smashed into a wall and he winced as his vision went twice as bad. Holding a gloved hand to his head he moaned. All he could see was the light reflected off his white shirt and blue knee-ripped jeans. Glancing around nervously his eyes scanned the area and he nearly let out hysterical laugh.
For someone born in darkness, how sad he was so afraid of it.
To ensure the Nobody would not escape, Sephiroth calmly summoned his masamune, with only the barest flash of silver along the blade from the barest streaks of moonlight that filtered in as a warning, he calmly slammed it into Demyx’s shoulder, pinning him to the floor like some macabre butterfly.
He caught the flash of light too late as the blade slammed into his shoulder and he bit down on a pain and only half managed to conceal the sound as it came out in a strangled croak.
Here we go, he was going to die, of course Sephiroth had probably brought him to this rat hole so he could die alone. It didn’t matter, Demyx knew the truth now.
“Don’t tell me you’re so pathetic you’ll die from such a meager wound?” Sephiroth whispered softly as he crouched low before the Nobody.
Demyx, despite his pale face matted with sweat already due to the pain, managed to treat Sephiroth to an annoying sneer.
“Well I’d probably heal better if you took out your damn compensating sword.” He said cheerfully.
Sephiroth frowned. Then shook his head at enlightenment. “Oh that’s right. You’re healing skills as a Nobody. Tell me, I have a theory about those powers.” Sephiroth commented as he jerked his sword out roughly.
Demyx winced and bit his lower lip against the pain.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He demanded doing his best to keep a straight tone of voice as he flexed his hand, preparing to summon his sitar.
“I believe that the more you’re injured…” Sephiroth began as he leveled his blade at the Nobody and slammed it through the Nobody’s hand as he attempted to make a move. “The less quicker you’ll heal, I believe it has something to do with the fact that rather then heal with cells in the bloodstream, seeing as you have none, you heal with life energy, the more I wound you, the less you have, the less quickly you heal.” He explained calmly as he jerked his sword out, noting Demyx’s almost completely healed wound on his shoulder. “And secondly,” he now thrust his sword into the space near Demyx’s neck, clipping his throat and creating the slimmest of gashes. “Just what do you think I’m compensating for?”
Demyx couldn’t keep out the yelp of agony that time as the blade dug into his palm shooting streaks of pain up his arm making it limp.
“You’re babbling!” He snapped but whimpered as something stung his neck. Unable to take such a beating without lashing back, Demyx treated Sephiroth to a sickly sweet smile and made a downward motion with his head.
“You know, you’re hoo-hoo.” He said sneering.
For a moment, Sephiroth said nothing, then smiled.
Demyx, this close to Sephiroth now, saw the smirk, and got nervous, pulling away slightly from the masamune, he noted his hand and neck we’re slowly healing, a little slower the normal. Was the garbage Seph had spouted actually worth something…?
Yeah right, think about that crap later, he attempted to formulate an escape plan.
Grabbing Demyx by the collar of his shirt, Sephiroth lifted him into the air, dangling him a few feet in the air and smiled at him as he drew his sword out of the wall. “Why don’t you find out?” He said calmly. Then flung the Nobody onto the ground of the hut and before Demyx could recover, he pulled out his leather band that tied his hair back and slamming his blade deeply into the earth, tied the leather strip to the hilt of his sword and secured Demyx’s hands.
Demyx yelped as he hit the floor, cried out in surprise as a blade was slammed above his head, and bloody shrieked when he discovered his hands were tied.
Not good.
“W-w-what the hell you sicko?!” He demanded blushing furiously at being caught in such a compromised position.
Sephiroth smiled as he wrapped his hand around Demyx’s throat and gripped it tightly, causing bruises. “What do you think?” He asked as one hand slipped beneath Demyx’s shirt.
Demyx paled. Oh no, no, no, no, no!
He tried to scream, and failed under Sephiroth’s choking grip.
Sephiroth smiled as he slipped his hand out from beneath Demyx’s shirt and his eyes narrowed. “I’ve thought of a lovely punishment for you.” He purred in the Nobody’s ear. “You’ve embarrassed me, twice now… so how about I return the favor… you won’t be able to call it rape Nobody.” He whispered as the hand slipped down and beneath the waistline of the jeans, stroking Demyx. “You’ll beg me for it.”
A hiss of breath was all that escaped Demyx’s crushed windpipe as his eyes slipped shut with embarrassment as his body began to respond. This was something he had only wanted to share with his boyfriend. He tried to cross his legs, attempting to keep the man from touching him.
Sephiroth smirked, pleased with the reaction as he continued to mercilessly stroke Demyx, his hand loosened it’s death grip only the slightest to allow the boy to breath, not wanting him to pass out. His teeth took to nipping the tender flesh at Demyx’s naval and leaving marks along the skin that slowly, very slowly vanished. “Futile.” Was all he said when Demyx tried close his legs, and he simply gave a painful squeeze.
Demyx yelped and his legs immediately loosened as he flushed, his eyes now were clamped shut and he began to sob.
“Leon…” He whimpered, unaware he had said it out loud.
Sephiroth smiled. “Just imagine Nobody…” he whispered as he felt the hard flesh beneath his gloved hand. “When I’m through with you… you’ll be damaged, used and filthy… I wonder if the mercenary will love you then.” He hissed.
Demyx choked at that and bit his lower lip, this was too cruel.
“No…” He whimpered, soul too full of doubt already to put up much of a fight against this new piece of argument.
“You’re nothing but a shadow of a bright light… don’t you realize that? How about you stop plaguing him? You’re only dragging him down…” Sephiroth murmured softly as he began a new pace in stroking Demyx.
“Stop… that’s… not true!” He cried out unconvincingly, jerking when Sephiroth changed his style. Tears fell from clamped shut eyes.
“You know it is… darkness begets darkness, you will never, ever, have light Nobody…” Sephiroth said smirking as he dragged his thumb over Demyx’s opening.
“Nngh!” Was the sound he made as he tried to twist away and failed, the masamune was immovable, buried deep as it was.
“But… my… heart…” He breathed raggedly, his skin flushed as he moaned uncomfortably. A little unwillingly, he bucked a little into Sephiroth’s hand.
“You have none.” Sephiroth’s tone was cold, final as he broke down on the sentence and gave Demyx one last quick jerk before pulling back, not about to let the boy come yet. Willing to be done with the clothing completely, he tore Demyx’s jeans and undergarments off in one quick swoop, and smirked at the unmarked skin. “Hold still.” He said grabbing Demyx’s squirming hips with both hands hard enough to bruise and took the Nobody in his mouth.
Demyx cried out at the sensation, shame coloring his cheeks as he whimpered, nearly begging for release, it was so painful.
“No!” He cried out regardless. “I… will!”
Running his tongue along the length, Sephiroth smiled. “Do you really believe that?” He asked slowly drawing a small hand dagger from his coat with one hand. The dagger as plain and simple blade wise, but the hilt was metal with a spiked butt end and multiple little sharp thorns near the end.
Demyx nodded his eyes still shut and not bothering with a vocal response.
The dagger dragged down his skin, moving from his stomach down the side of his naval nearing his genitals. Sephiroth smiled. “Try again.”
Demyx yelped his pain, but stubbornly refused to yield and instead yelled out;
“I do! I will have a heart!” He cried as more tears leaked from his eyes at the pain, he knew now his wounds weren’t healing.
Sephiroth dragged the blood stained blade down a thigh next, trailing dangerously near the middle as he carved carefully, almost lovingly into the skin. “Are you sure?”
Demyx still refused to acknowledge. He would not give up everything he had fought for.
“Yes!” He snapped and whimpered with the pain.
Sephiroth frowned, then chuckled. “Well, maybe you can stand some pain… you’re no longer a virgin, are you?” He commented idly, stroking the point of the dagger across his chest again, his breath brushing against Demyx’s length.
Demyx squirmed uncomfortably, aware of how hot he was becoming.
“W-what’s it to you?” He demanded panting.
The blade slammed into hand as Sephiroth twisted it violently, a cruel sneer on his lips. “Answer.”
“N-no!” Demyx yelped as he groaned his pain, whimpering as the pain began to mount over him making him weak and trembling.
Sephiroth smiled. “You’re first time was most likely with Leon, wasn’t it?”
Demyx, knowing what would happen this time nodded quickly, ignoring the tracks of tears on his face.
“And knowing the mercenary, he was gentle… you’ve never had sex, without being prepared, have you?” Sephiroth whispered into his ear as he moved up slightly to suckle hard onto the skin that joined neck and shoulder.
Demyx, not quite sure by what he meant by that, decided to go along with the answer that would make Sephiroth most happy, he nodded.
Sephiroth smiled. “I wouldn’t want to break the trend. Relax, would you?” He asked softly, then thrust the spiked hilt of his dagger into Demyx.
A scream erupted from parted lips at the painful intrusion, and Demyx twisted his head away from Sephiroth, his breath harsh and heavy as he continued to moan out sounds of his pain.
Twisting the hilt cruelly, Sephiroth bent down to cover Demyx’s mouth in a harsh kiss, rudely violating his mouth and biting down hard on his lower lip as he slowly pulled the weapon out, before shoving it back in.
Demyx’s scream went into the kiss as tears crawled from his eyes, and all he could think repeatedly was; why me, why me, why me…?
Pulling back from the kiss, Sephiroth eyed Demyx with a proud eye, this was frighteningly… pleasurable. With a rude jerk he dragged the weapon from Demyx’s entrance and dropped the blade onto the ground some distance away. “I’m good on my word Nobody… you’ll beg for this.” He commented as he drew his finger along the naval on Demyx, stroking him once in a while and pressing soft love bites into the Nobody’s neck.
Demyx winced and choked back a sob as ecstasy continued to plague his mind, and as much as he hated it, he was starting to grow painful and wanted nothing more then the pleasure of release.
But he would never beg for it, if he did, he really would be just damaged, used, and filthy.
Sephiroth smiled as he pushed up Demyx’s shirt and gently bit down on a nipple, his expression amused. As his hand continued to very gently, very softly stroke Demyx’s length, he tongue made it’s way down from his chest to the naval and he even stopped to circle the belly-button.
Demyx whimpered.
“Please god no…” He cried uselessly, he had never believed in god now, this was some time to start. His breath came in short painful gasps, he felt like he was going to explode.
“It’s not god you should be pleading to, Nobody.” Sephiroth said idly as he trailed his finger tips lovingly along the wound against his thigh, smiling at the Nobody as he repositioned himself over Demyx and pressed a soft kiss against the set of foreign lips.
Demyx couldn’t take it anymore, he sobbed quietly and closed his eyes.
“Please… Sephiroth.” He choked.
Sephiroth smirked, so easy. “Please… what?” He asked trailing kisses down the Nobody’s chin and neck.
“I…” Demyx began then opened his eyes filled with anguish. “…want… you…” He regretted saying them the minute the words left his mouth.
Sephiroth smile as he slowly, very slowly, undid the belt at his waist. “Are you sure…?” He asked gently biting onto one of Demyx’s nipples.
“Yes!” Demyx snapped out frustrated as he flushed in shame, his body arching against Sephiroth’s out of desperation.
Sephiroth smiled as Demyx rubbed against him, and he leaned down to breath into Demyx’s ear. “Just remember Nobody…” He whispered as he positioned himself. “You begged for it.” And he thrust himself in.
Demyx screamed, the pain far worse then when he had done it with Leon. His legs wrapped around Sephiroth as he cried in shame, pain, and pleasure.
Sephiroth smiled, enjoying the tight fit as he withdrew and slammed in again. “Just like that.” He remarked smoothly leaning down to press his lips against Demyx’s.
Demyx sobbed, and felt the last hopes of having a heart shatter.