Final Fantasy VII (Don Corneo/Cloud)
Break into Don Corneo’s mansion and find Tifa? Absolutely. Disguise himself as a girl to get through the front door? Can do. Spend three hours wandering around Wall Street putting together said disguise? No problem. Share a hot tub with several large, mostly-naked men in exchange for a questionable pair of underwear? Bring it on.
But this was going absolutely too far.
“Come along my dear,” Don Corneo coaxed, fat fingers caressing Cloud’s hand as he tugged him towards the staircase. “Let me show you to the bedroom.”
Cloud wondered if he was hearing things again. He glanced over his shoulder towards where the girls were standing, expecting to see them both wearing the wary, falsely cheery look he usually received when he reacted to things that weren’t happening.
Except Tifa looked very nearly as shell shocked as Cloud felt and Aeris seemed to be trying very hard not to laugh. Cloud scowled. Great. Of all the times he actually wanted to be hallucinating…
“Don’t worry about them, lovely,” smiled the Don, misinterpreting his backwards gaze. “Kotch will make sure they’re taken very good care of. Won’t you Kotch?”
“Absolutely,” Corneo’s head guard answered promptly, eyes sharp with hungry intent as he eyed the two girls.
And Cloud didn’t like the sound of that at all, but it was hard to figure out how he was supposed to respond when under cover, in a dress, and apparently the main course for the evening. An arm looped suddenly around his waist and he squeaked, ignoring the ignominy of that in favour of getting out of here now.
“Wa-wait a second!” he managed, a strange, breathy sort of panic rising up in his voice.
The Don smiled at him in a distinctly unsettling fashion. “Don’t worry, pretty one. Don Corneo will take good care of you.”
Cloud blinked, brain stripping gears as his feet responded instinctively to the guiding touch of the hands as they led him up the stairs. Pretty? Him? With Aeris and Tifa standing right there? Was the man blind as well as ugly?
I dunno Spike, a voice brushed across his senses, the flicker of a smile there and gone in his mind. I think you’d look kinda cute in a dress.
And now he was hearing things again. Cloud was sorry he’d gotten up that morning.
“Ah, here we are,” the Don murmured in his ear and Cloud started, surprised and more than a little disconcerted to find himself standing in a bedroom without any clear idea of how he’d gotten there.
The sound of the bolt sliding shut ratcheted sharply in Cloud’s head, making him hyperaware of the quiet and the bed. He shifted warily, not at all sure what was supposed to come next but more than certain he wasn’t going to like it.
“Now then, my dear.” Corneo’s hands brushed a lingering caress across Cloud’s arms as he pressed in close, the touch sweaty and far too familiar. “How about a kiss for Don Corneo?”
Cloud wondered if wanting to break all the man’s fingers was an extreme reaction to this kind of situation. Figuring probably yes, he settled for twisting deftly away inside, putting himself outside the range of those arms and backing away warily.
Don Corneo did not appear amused. “Come now,” he bade, doing a poor job of hiding his impatience. He paced forward steadily, eyes intent on Cloud. “No need to be so shy.”
Disagreeing entirely, Cloud edged backwards, wobbling uncertainly in his heeled shoes. His legs hit the side of the bed and he froze, inanely wondering why he’d listened to Aeris when she said he couldn’t bring his sword. Then the Don was upon him, a leer on his face and hands reaching forward eagerly, fat body between Cloud and the door. Cloud shuffled hastily to one side - trying to play for time while he thought of a plan that didn’t involve hiding under the bed until the man went away - when his legs got tangled in the dress and he toppled backwards in his haste, flopping against the quilted coverlet with a soft whoosh of breath and the faintest stirrings of panic clawing at his throat.
Then the Don’s face was swimming in front of him and Cloud had to resist the urge to pull of his wig and throw it at him.
Don Corneo was completely oblivious. “That’s better,” he declared smugly. The hunger in his eyes was nothing short of revolting as he clambered up on the bed after Cloud, ample girth trapping Cloud’s legs and most of his torso as he leaned in close. “Now, how about that kiss sweetheart?”
He was moving almost before he’d finished, crushing their lips together in a hard, sloppy kiss and stealing the air out of Cloud’s lungs in a rush.
Cloud thrashed, or tried to, but Don Corneo held him fast, fat hands clenching Cloud’s shoulders hard enough to bruise. The man was rough and tactless, tongue raping Cloud’s mouth heedless of the protesting gasp Cloud made as he gagged. His weight crushed Cloud into the mattress as he rocked downward, hard, eager cock throbbing insistently against Cloud’s trapped thigh in needy little pulses.
Cloud was drowning, choking on the man’s tongue and the tingling pain in kiss-swollen lips. He flailed angrily as bile rose in his throat, unable to believe anyone would want something like this. Don Corneo was like a beast, brutal and careless, his invasion of Cloud’s body degrading and hateful and nothing at all like-
-warm hands resting lightly on his hips, holding him steady as he leaned forward to steal a kiss from grinning lips, his own hands pressing greedily against warm skin and sleek muscles in a stolen moment of languid-
-intimacy and sharing and all the other things people always said about this stuff. Cloud squirmed vigorously, legs kicking frantically as they fought the double constraints of Corneo’s weight and the fabric tangling between his calves. Don Corneo either didn’t notice or didn’t care, although the pleased smirk on his face when he finally drew back made Cloud uncomfortably certain that the latter was more likely.
“Mmm,” the man murmured, eyes lidded heavily. “You are sweet.” A hot hand slid down from Cloud’s shoulder and began tracking down his side and Cloud realized that he’d better put a stop to this farce now before Corneo realized that he’d got a lot more than he bargained for in this deal. All he had to do was figure out how to get the bastard off him.
Damn Cloud, his subconscious whispered, not-voice low and rough with need. What did I tell you about teasing?
“Please,” Cloud said on impulse, voice hopefully more husky than masculine. “Please, Don Corneo, I want…”
“Need, sweetheart,” Don Corneo corrected with a smug little leer, hand lingering on the faint curve of Cloud’s hip. “Tell Don Corneo what you need.”
Cloud was not going to blush dammit. “I wa-need a…taste. Of you.” He gestured vaguely towards the no doubt unimpressive erection pressing against the crotch of Corneo’s trousers. His tongue rasped faintly as he licked his swollen lips for emphasis. “Please.”
Piggish eyes sharpened on Cloud’s face with hungry intensity. “Oh, so you’re not as much of a shy violet as you seem, are you?” the Don asked, not seeming particularly upset by that fact. “Well, if you need a mouthful of cock that bad, I’m sure I can do something to help, sweetheart.”
The hands on Cloud’s body disappeared and Cloud suppressed a pained groan Don Corneo shifted back and blood rushed back into his numb legs. Corneo sat on his heels and fumbled with his belt, girth and arousal making his fingers clumsy.
Cloud didn’t give the man a chance to figure it out. He lunged forward, driving a vicious fist into the soft flab of Don Corneo’s stomach. The man doubled over with a choked curse, eyes bugging incredulously as Cloud raised himself up with a look as cold as a Nibelheim winter.
“Next time you feel like molesting some girl,” he suggested, vindictively pleased when Corneo’s eyes widened further until they were practically black with pain and mounting fear. “Try making sure they’re actually a girl, first.”
Corneo opened his mouth - probably to yell - but Cloud shut him up before he managed it, a sharp blow to the back of the Don’s neck making a satisfying crack and sending his heavy body slumping bonelessly to the mattress.
Cloud clambered gratefully off the bed, legs tingling as he contemplated rolling the Don down the hallway and pushing him down the stairs. He hadn’t quite got up the nerve to touch the bastard when the door flew open, lock tearing off the wall in a flurry of splinters as the door hit the wall behind it hard enough to crack the plaster.
“Cloud!”
Tifa and Aeris rushed into the room with weapons ready, eyes bright with concern and belated adrenaline. “Are you alright?” demanded Tifa.
“Yeah,” Cloud said gruffly, swiping a hurried hand across his swollen lips. “You?”
“We’re fine.” Tifa lowered her fists and approached the bed cautiously. “Wow, you did a number on him. You sure he’s still breathing?”
Cloud shrugged. “Probably.” He was shaking slightly, he realized, which was probably more irritating than the whole mess.
Strong arms wrapped tightly around his waist, comforting in their familiar, almost-solidity. You’re too hard on yourself Spike, you know that? A smile against his cheek. Good thing I’m almost as stubborn as you are.
Aeris was looking at him oddly. “Cloud?” she asked, something sad and almost reverent in her green eyes. “Are you alright?”
Cloud squared his shoulders. “Yeah,” he repeated. He glanced at Tifa. “You had questions for this pathetic blob, right? Let’s deal with that and get out of here.”
Everything was fine. All they had to do was wake the Don up and pound on him until he answered Tifa’s questions. And then Cloud was going to castrate him.
But first he was getting out of this damn dress.
~owari
But this was going absolutely too far.
“Come along my dear,” Don Corneo coaxed, fat fingers caressing Cloud’s hand as he tugged him towards the staircase. “Let me show you to the bedroom.”
Cloud wondered if he was hearing things again. He glanced over his shoulder towards where the girls were standing, expecting to see them both wearing the wary, falsely cheery look he usually received when he reacted to things that weren’t happening.
Except Tifa looked very nearly as shell shocked as Cloud felt and Aeris seemed to be trying very hard not to laugh. Cloud scowled. Great. Of all the times he actually wanted to be hallucinating…
“Don’t worry about them, lovely,” smiled the Don, misinterpreting his backwards gaze. “Kotch will make sure they’re taken very good care of. Won’t you Kotch?”
“Absolutely,” Corneo’s head guard answered promptly, eyes sharp with hungry intent as he eyed the two girls.
And Cloud didn’t like the sound of that at all, but it was hard to figure out how he was supposed to respond when under cover, in a dress, and apparently the main course for the evening. An arm looped suddenly around his waist and he squeaked, ignoring the ignominy of that in favour of getting out of here now.
“Wa-wait a second!” he managed, a strange, breathy sort of panic rising up in his voice.
The Don smiled at him in a distinctly unsettling fashion. “Don’t worry, pretty one. Don Corneo will take good care of you.”
Cloud blinked, brain stripping gears as his feet responded instinctively to the guiding touch of the hands as they led him up the stairs. Pretty? Him? With Aeris and Tifa standing right there? Was the man blind as well as ugly?
I dunno Spike, a voice brushed across his senses, the flicker of a smile there and gone in his mind. I think you’d look kinda cute in a dress.
And now he was hearing things again. Cloud was sorry he’d gotten up that morning.
“Ah, here we are,” the Don murmured in his ear and Cloud started, surprised and more than a little disconcerted to find himself standing in a bedroom without any clear idea of how he’d gotten there.
The sound of the bolt sliding shut ratcheted sharply in Cloud’s head, making him hyperaware of the quiet and the bed. He shifted warily, not at all sure what was supposed to come next but more than certain he wasn’t going to like it.
“Now then, my dear.” Corneo’s hands brushed a lingering caress across Cloud’s arms as he pressed in close, the touch sweaty and far too familiar. “How about a kiss for Don Corneo?”
Cloud wondered if wanting to break all the man’s fingers was an extreme reaction to this kind of situation. Figuring probably yes, he settled for twisting deftly away inside, putting himself outside the range of those arms and backing away warily.
Don Corneo did not appear amused. “Come now,” he bade, doing a poor job of hiding his impatience. He paced forward steadily, eyes intent on Cloud. “No need to be so shy.”
Disagreeing entirely, Cloud edged backwards, wobbling uncertainly in his heeled shoes. His legs hit the side of the bed and he froze, inanely wondering why he’d listened to Aeris when she said he couldn’t bring his sword. Then the Don was upon him, a leer on his face and hands reaching forward eagerly, fat body between Cloud and the door. Cloud shuffled hastily to one side - trying to play for time while he thought of a plan that didn’t involve hiding under the bed until the man went away - when his legs got tangled in the dress and he toppled backwards in his haste, flopping against the quilted coverlet with a soft whoosh of breath and the faintest stirrings of panic clawing at his throat.
Then the Don’s face was swimming in front of him and Cloud had to resist the urge to pull of his wig and throw it at him.
Don Corneo was completely oblivious. “That’s better,” he declared smugly. The hunger in his eyes was nothing short of revolting as he clambered up on the bed after Cloud, ample girth trapping Cloud’s legs and most of his torso as he leaned in close. “Now, how about that kiss sweetheart?”
He was moving almost before he’d finished, crushing their lips together in a hard, sloppy kiss and stealing the air out of Cloud’s lungs in a rush.
Cloud thrashed, or tried to, but Don Corneo held him fast, fat hands clenching Cloud’s shoulders hard enough to bruise. The man was rough and tactless, tongue raping Cloud’s mouth heedless of the protesting gasp Cloud made as he gagged. His weight crushed Cloud into the mattress as he rocked downward, hard, eager cock throbbing insistently against Cloud’s trapped thigh in needy little pulses.
Cloud was drowning, choking on the man’s tongue and the tingling pain in kiss-swollen lips. He flailed angrily as bile rose in his throat, unable to believe anyone would want something like this. Don Corneo was like a beast, brutal and careless, his invasion of Cloud’s body degrading and hateful and nothing at all like-
-warm hands resting lightly on his hips, holding him steady as he leaned forward to steal a kiss from grinning lips, his own hands pressing greedily against warm skin and sleek muscles in a stolen moment of languid-
-intimacy and sharing and all the other things people always said about this stuff. Cloud squirmed vigorously, legs kicking frantically as they fought the double constraints of Corneo’s weight and the fabric tangling between his calves. Don Corneo either didn’t notice or didn’t care, although the pleased smirk on his face when he finally drew back made Cloud uncomfortably certain that the latter was more likely.
“Mmm,” the man murmured, eyes lidded heavily. “You are sweet.” A hot hand slid down from Cloud’s shoulder and began tracking down his side and Cloud realized that he’d better put a stop to this farce now before Corneo realized that he’d got a lot more than he bargained for in this deal. All he had to do was figure out how to get the bastard off him.
Damn Cloud, his subconscious whispered, not-voice low and rough with need. What did I tell you about teasing?
“Please,” Cloud said on impulse, voice hopefully more husky than masculine. “Please, Don Corneo, I want…”
“Need, sweetheart,” Don Corneo corrected with a smug little leer, hand lingering on the faint curve of Cloud’s hip. “Tell Don Corneo what you need.”
Cloud was not going to blush dammit. “I wa-need a…taste. Of you.” He gestured vaguely towards the no doubt unimpressive erection pressing against the crotch of Corneo’s trousers. His tongue rasped faintly as he licked his swollen lips for emphasis. “Please.”
Piggish eyes sharpened on Cloud’s face with hungry intensity. “Oh, so you’re not as much of a shy violet as you seem, are you?” the Don asked, not seeming particularly upset by that fact. “Well, if you need a mouthful of cock that bad, I’m sure I can do something to help, sweetheart.”
The hands on Cloud’s body disappeared and Cloud suppressed a pained groan Don Corneo shifted back and blood rushed back into his numb legs. Corneo sat on his heels and fumbled with his belt, girth and arousal making his fingers clumsy.
Cloud didn’t give the man a chance to figure it out. He lunged forward, driving a vicious fist into the soft flab of Don Corneo’s stomach. The man doubled over with a choked curse, eyes bugging incredulously as Cloud raised himself up with a look as cold as a Nibelheim winter.
“Next time you feel like molesting some girl,” he suggested, vindictively pleased when Corneo’s eyes widened further until they were practically black with pain and mounting fear. “Try making sure they’re actually a girl, first.”
Corneo opened his mouth - probably to yell - but Cloud shut him up before he managed it, a sharp blow to the back of the Don’s neck making a satisfying crack and sending his heavy body slumping bonelessly to the mattress.
Cloud clambered gratefully off the bed, legs tingling as he contemplated rolling the Don down the hallway and pushing him down the stairs. He hadn’t quite got up the nerve to touch the bastard when the door flew open, lock tearing off the wall in a flurry of splinters as the door hit the wall behind it hard enough to crack the plaster.
“Cloud!”
Tifa and Aeris rushed into the room with weapons ready, eyes bright with concern and belated adrenaline. “Are you alright?” demanded Tifa.
“Yeah,” Cloud said gruffly, swiping a hurried hand across his swollen lips. “You?”
“We’re fine.” Tifa lowered her fists and approached the bed cautiously. “Wow, you did a number on him. You sure he’s still breathing?”
Cloud shrugged. “Probably.” He was shaking slightly, he realized, which was probably more irritating than the whole mess.
Strong arms wrapped tightly around his waist, comforting in their familiar, almost-solidity. You’re too hard on yourself Spike, you know that? A smile against his cheek. Good thing I’m almost as stubborn as you are.
Aeris was looking at him oddly. “Cloud?” she asked, something sad and almost reverent in her green eyes. “Are you alright?”
Cloud squared his shoulders. “Yeah,” he repeated. He glanced at Tifa. “You had questions for this pathetic blob, right? Let’s deal with that and get out of here.”
Everything was fine. All they had to do was wake the Don up and pound on him until he answered Tifa’s questions. And then Cloud was going to castrate him.
But first he was getting out of this damn dress.
~owari