Awakening of the beast
Disclaimer: I do not own Sephiroth or the Final Fantasy VII world.
Warning: Yaoi! (Male x male)
Rating: M
Pairing: Cain & Dante (OC Cadets) - Sephiroth spying...
Summary: Sephiroth's POV. One day when out on a mission he witnesses something which makes an impression on him.
Awakening of the beast
It was during a mission it happened. A mission involving storming a building filled with people with an interest for mayhem and experimentation. In the office next to the laboratory under the actual building. The laboratory which they used to create high level fiends and unleashed them in the wild much to our frustration. It took some time to understand this sudden rise of fiend activity and many troops sent out to dispose of them. Well, not that it mattered anymore. It had been taken care of.
My steps were silent yet swift, walking through the underground corridors, inspecting quickly to see if anything was left, or anyone, before gathering the team and heading back to Shin-Ra. My desire to get out of that place fueled my steps. Not that the Shin-Ra office that waited for me was any better… A noise caught my attention so I stopped and turned to its source. My hand got ready to pull out Masamune. The door to the room from where it came from was slightly ajar so I got a look at what was inside. And I was…taken aback by the sight. My hand didn't pull out my sword and I didn't walk in. Instead I stopped, stood, and looked. At two of my Cadets fondling each other.
It wasn't like the knowledge of two males together was new. It didn't bother me nor did it interest me. Nevertheless, seeing it was rather… different. I wasn't foolish enough to try and catch their attention and break them up. Even if the location and timing for the… action was questionable. However, this did leave me with a sort of dilemma. No Soldiers Left Behind. They were grown men. They were able to get back on their own. Danger had been eliminated. But leaving without them might have raised questions about their whereabouts from the other Cadets. Some had suffered minor injuries but aside from that it had been a successful mission. All soldiers were coming home.
I found that I already decided to simply wait them out. Except I didn't turn away. I stayed right there, outside of the room. Looking at them as they frantically pulled down their zippers and buried their hands in each other's briefs. One of them seemed more… dominating. The one with fiery red hair that ended just below his neck in messy but soft curls. He laid sloppy kisses and bites on the other man's neck and throat. Their hands stroked their still hidden organs. The other man with black hair which was shorter but also messy with strands clinging to his cheeks and forehead gave a shivering moan. He caught the other's lips and tugged on his bottom lip. Their breathing was becoming more labored by the second. Their cheeks flushed. It looked so… needy. And… impatient. I almost chuckled when that word came up in my mind. Impatient indeed. They couldn't even wait until they were in their own barrack. Unless this was some type of…game to them. To do it during mission. A kink. I crossed my arms on my chest and continued to wait.
The dominant one, the redhead, took out his hand as well as the other man's. He then proceeded to push down his partner's trousers before turning him around, almost violently. He pushed him to a desk. The briefs had followed when he pulled down the trousers. The black-haired man's lower body clearly visible. The evidence of his desire on full display.
I did have a fleeting though that perhaps that body wasn't meant for my eyes. But I couldn't stop looking. Staring. All I could hear was their heavy breathing and whimpers. All I saw was...lust.
It was... enthralling. It wasn't often I had a chance to watch something so interesting. Leisure was a luxury to someone of my position. And sex, well... I had more important things to think about. Not that I didn't have my share of adventures, with women. Yet again, this was... something entirely different.
The black-haired one lost his balance when turned so forcibly and had to lean on the table with his left hand. The other hand clanged to his partner's thigh. The redhead was busy exploring his chest under the man's shirt and lower body from behind. He went back to planting hot, sloppy kisses on his neck. Then added bites, like he was hungry. His right hand ventured down to the other's inner thigh. The submissive one gasped, and clenched his fist on the table. Cain, ah yes, that was his name, the redhead, stopped stroking... Dante's inner thigh and instead stuck his fingers in the man's mouth. Dante accepted and sucked on them. His own hand found Cain's crotch and began to rub it. Cain shuddered. He bit down, hard, on Dante's shoulder. Dante cried out, muffled, fingers still in his mouth. Yet he didn't stop rubbing. The dominant Cain growled. It sounded like frustration and pent up energy. His fingers slid out from Dante's mouth, wet and slick. The hand that caressed the other's chest was used to put pressure on Dante's back so he would lean down on the table. Dante did. Those wet fingers went between his legs and pressed in-
I licked my lips. They were dry. I had forgotten for a moment where I was. And for the second time this night I was taken aback. I supposed that that's how males did it. Logically, something had to go in somewhere. It suddenly felt like the temperature in the corridor had risen a bit.
Dante hissed. His fists clenched. Cain kept pressing in his fingers, his free hand going under his waistband to pull out his own erection. He kept rubbing the insides of Dante for a minute or two. Dante moaned softly. Cain kept rubbing until Dante moved his hips. An invitation. The dominant male wasted no time and positioned himself. Then thrust in. Going in fully at once. Dante let out a long moan and threw his head back. His lips trembled. Cain leaned over him while holding his hips and began to thrust. Deeply. Dante tried to hold on to the desk. His body rocking prevented him to get a grip. He kept letting out rough moans. Cain wasn't as loud but his pants could be clearly heard. He changed his pace and went faster. He took hold of Dante's hair and tugged. Dante's eyes were closed and lips parted in bliss. His left hand found his length and he started pumping fast. His partner's fingers dug in his hips. Surely there would be marks later. A couple of more thrusts from Cain and pulls by Dante and Dante spilled with a choked cry. Leaving the desk messy. Cain closed his eyes tightly and continued to move. Soon, he came inside of Dante, shuddering. Holding Dante tight. They stood still for a moment, trying to catch their breath. Then Cain pulled out, evidence of their encounter trickling down Dante's inner thigh.
The corridor was very hot. My neck and back felt sweaty. I found one of my hands resting on my stomach. That's when I noticed the almost painful tightness between my legs. I took a deep breath, apparently I had stopped breathing as well. Turning on my heels, I headed towards the steps that led to the first floor. The exit. I waited for them. And soon enough they did emerge. Their sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks hid in the darkness of the night, joining the rest of the team. We headed back to Shin-Ra, I didn't spare them a look. They didn't know I saw and they never would. It was to remain their own private matter.
Nevertheless... that little scene which I just witnessed made me... wonder.
It made me...see things in a new way.
It made me... want.
The end