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After entertaining the nobles, Sephiroth's stressful evening comes to an end. Zack brings Sephiroth to Cloud's quarters, leading him by the collar and chattering the entire time. Still under the effect of the slow spell, Sephiroth tries his best to follow the conversation. However, between his physical exhaustion and current emotional state, he doesn't do very well.
He is so distracted that he forgets to map the way to Cloud's rooms. It's very unlike him. But he cuts himself some slack, since he is not used to any this treatment. Zack continues to be upbeat and chipper when Sephiroth tunes him back in.
"… Ms. Scarlet is so hot! You should have seen her face when she realized she was one of the winners! You couldn't mistake her gaze as anything except interest. Like sexual interest. But man, she terrifies me. You're an alpha, though! I'm sure you'll handle her, no problem!"
Sephiroth cringes, the memory brings a flash of heat to his cheeks. He's assuming Scarlet was the woman in the form-fitting, low-cut, bright red dress—pale skin and blue eyes—and stilettos that easily gave her an extra four inches. Not his usual type, Sephiroth thinks…
Wait a minute. She won? Does that mean I'll have to fuck her?
The thought disgusts him—which again, is a very unusual reaction. Sephiroth is no stranger to sex. He was very popular back in Midgar, mostly with one-night stands among his subjects, many beta women physically longed for him. With the rut suppressants, he'd been sure not to leave any illegitimate heirs in his wake. He'd see one or two betas (men and women) per week, along with the intimate nights he'd enjoyed with his closest comrades, Angeal and Genesis.
He hopes they are doing all right. They hadn't been in his quarters when Hojo's thugs had come for him. But still, it was weird they hadn't confirmed his death. They loved him—they would have checked to make sure he had really died, wouldn't they? Had Hojo come up with a body, disguised as him? He'd been given a funeral, he'd heard.
"Anyway, I'm sure you'll do great! I wish the ladies were all over me the way they are for you! And of course, you've got Cloud. I've never seen him quite like this around anyone else. He really likes you!"
Sephiroth glances at Zack out of the corner of his eye, pulling a chuckle from him.
"No, really! He does! I mean, I know he really came down on you hard when you first arrived, but giving you that kind of attention really means something!"
Sephiroth's lip curls up a little. Zack continues to chatter while unlocking the double doors at the end of the hallway. The doors open to a large receiving room, filled with surprisingly comfortable furniture. As opposed to the other rooms Sephiroth has seen, this one feels cozy despite its size.
Cream-colored, plush furniture is arranged in small conversation pits around the room, draped with blankets and throw pillows. It feels a little youthful, despite the elegance of the crystal chandelier and coordinating wall sconces. His gaze instantly catches sight of a lush loveseat, low to the ground with fluffy, tufted cushions. His nostrils twitch—and his instincts indicate that seat must be Cloud's preferred chair.
There are several closed doors off to the sides of the room, and Zack leads him by the collar to the one on the right. The focus of this room is a large, canopied bed. Draped with navy chiffon and velvet curtains and made with silk sheets, the bed looks comfortable and smells wonderful.
Like Cloud.
Sephiroth notices nothing else, aside from the soft moonlight spilling in through a wall of windows.
"Oookay," Zack says. "Welcome to His Highness's chamber. Andrea said he'd send someone up to help you relax and, um, take off your, um, jewels and stuff. They aren't really clothes, I guess. But man, they suit you!"
Sephiroth glances at Zack again, noticing a blush on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck.
"No, no, don't get any ideas! I can't be like that—not with the prince's things."
Things, Sephiroth thinks. He bristles. He wonders if he'll ever get used to being treated like someone else's property.
"So, uh, yeah. Make yourself at home or whatever. The regent said you're gonna be stuck in here with Cloud for a while. Hopefully, you'll be able to help him out. He's always been a little weird about his omega stuff, ya know?"
"Omega stuff?" Sephiroth can't help but ask. His speech comes slowly under the spell. But he is relieved to lower himself to the bed and feel the soft sheets beneath his skin. He'd been able to speak to Cloud under the spell without this much trouble. Maybe he is just simply exhausted.
"Yeah, like his heats and hormones and all that. He tries to act all tough, like he isn't affected by anything, and I think that's the regent's problem. What kinda ruler can you be if you won't even take care of your own biological needs?"
Sephiroth's ears prickle a little at this.
"Never?"
"What d'ya mean?"
"He never takes care of his needs?"
"Nope. I'm pretty sure he hasn't yet. Like ever. I'm just a beta, but I'm around the prince a hell of a lot. Even I’ve noticed his hormones are a bit out of whack. And it's really late to start a first heat."
"Wait," Sephiroth says. "Are you saying the prince has never been in heat before?"
"Nope. And I'm pretty sure he's a virgin, too. The guys and I have a running bet about who is going to bed him first. The odds are heavily in your favor these days."
Intrigued, Sephiroth stretches out long on the bed, arching his back and stretching his arms and legs. He can't deny he's genuinely intrigued. Could Cloud really be a virgin, though? The thought lingers in his mind like a pleasant dream.
"Yeah, man. Like I said, he likes you likes you. Sure, I mean, you got off on the wrong foot, but in a way, you made yourself way more sympathetic to the rest of his honor guard. And he’s got it bad for you now. We're all rooting for you, man!"
"Thank you," Sephiroth replies, meeting Zack's eyes directly. To his surprise, Zack immediately breaks eye contact.
"Uh, well, just stay here and relax. Andrea'll send someone in a bit. I'll be right outside the door. Please don't try and leave, okay?"
Zack exits and shuts the door behind him. Sephiroth wishes the spell would wear off, but it still feels nice, lying in the soft sheets, surrounded by Cloud's scent. He smells like home, nostalgically, but nothing like what Sephiroth grew up around in Midgar.
When the door creaks open, Sephiroth's eyes open—he must have drifted off for a little while. One of Andrea's assistants enters. He's a tall, broad beta, muscular and fit, and he offers Sephiroth a shy smile.
"Hi. I'm Damian. Andrea sent me here to give you a nice rub out."
Sephiroth quirks up an eyebrow at the phrasing, and Damian snorts out a laugh.
"Oh my god," he says, covering his mouth with a hand, blush rising in his cheeks. "I didn't mean it like that, shit… I mean… unless you wanted me to…?"
"Nope, I heard that!" Zack calls from the other room. "You gotta make him save it for the prince, Dame!"
Sephiroth can't help a small smile.
"Fuck off, Zack," mutters Damian before turning back to Sephiroth. "Let's get you out of this outfit, okay?"
Sephiroth is relieved to have the jewels and chains removed, and he's surprisingly soothed by the tone of Damian's voice. He murmurs comfortingly as he removes the armbands and chains, his soft gentle touch a balm to Sephiroth's nerves. Strange, Sephiroth thinks, that this feels so calming. Still under the spell, Sephiroth's body doesn't feel entirely under his control, which is usually a feeling he hates. But right now, it feels good. Safe, almost.
Damian leaves Sephiroth only in the little silk thong before helping him lie down on his stomach.
"Try to relax, okay? You must be exhausted."
Sephiroth does and he is, but he's relieved when warmed, lightly scented oil is rubbed into the surface of his back and shoulders. His hair is still in a ponytail, out of the way of the oil.
"You really did great! Even Andrea was surprised by how pleased the regent was."
Damian begins to massage the oil into his skin, starting with a light touch, seeking out the tension Sephiroth has held in his shoulders, neck, and back. Once he finds the sorest spots—which Sephiroth helplessly indicates with soft, pained groans—he puts some muscle into it, pushing expertly into Sephiroth's body.
"Sorry, I can't lift the spell. It goes against my orders. Once you're settled in, I'm sure you won't always have to be under it. It must really suck."
As Sephiroth's body begins to relax, the tension seeps out of his body and dims his mind. All thoughts seem to disappear, including his plan to seek allies in this kingdom and take back his own. When Damian moves up to Sephiroth's neck, he can't help but release a soft, satisfied sigh.
He hasn't felt this good for as long as he can remember. He allows himself to simply relax and stay in the moment. He feels like he belongs here. Weird, really. He shouldn't feel this safe—but he doesn't continue the thought.
Damian continues the rest of his massage, working down Sephiroth's arms and pulling at his fingers. Slowly and carefully, he massages Sephiroth's legs and feet, too. The quiet is perfect and soothing, and Sephiroth savors it. He drifts in and out, not going to sleep but allowing the relaxation to take over.
He doesn't realize how much time has passed when he notices the atmosphere has changed. Sephiroth brings his focus to his hearing, listening for anything new, and he realizes there's another person in the room. And then, Cloud's scent floods his nose. He smells very like the massage oil, Sephiroth notices.
Instead of stiffening, Sephiroth maintains his calm. Cloud doesn't move or speak, simply watching from what Sephiroth guesses is the doorway. Damian has just started on Sephiroth's lower back, using his knuckles to work out the tension. Cloud clears his throat, purposely capturing Sephiroth's attention.
"Thank you. You've done a good job, but I'll take over from here."
"Yes, Your Highness," Damian says, and he gives Sephiroth's shoulder one last squeeze. "Congratulations on your success tonight, Your Highness."
"Mm. Thank you."
Sephiroth hears Damian's footsteps leave the room, and the door closes behind him. Sephiroth has to use all of his control not to look toward Cloud, despite the spell. Especially when the sound of leather laces slipping through eyelets slither in his ears.
Even more when the squeak of leather slides off Cloud's body and softly hits the floor. His boots, as well. And then what Sephiroth can only assume are Cloud's pants.
Cloud's hands are cooler than Damian's, and smaller, too, but the touch against Sephiroth's hot skin feels soothing. And electric. That weird static sizzles between them, making Sephiroth take a sharp breath, mirroring Cloud's gasp perfectly.
"What is this?" Cloud mutters. "When we touch, I keep feeling that… weird thing."
"Would you care to elaborate, Your Highness?" Sephiroth's mouth struggles to make the words, but he manages to enunciate himself perfectly, if a little slowly.
"Elaborate? You really don't speak like a soldier should, do you," Cloud replies.
"Mm," Sephiroth agrees, still enjoying Cloud's hands on him. While Cloud's touch is relaxing, the scent in the air seems to increase the room’s temperature.
"I mean—you know—that weird little electric feeling like, when I do this…"
Cloud hovers his hands just above Sephiroth's skin, raising goosebumps on his lower back. It's almost uncomfortable when Cloud stops touching him, as though he's meeting a need. When he returns his hands to Sephiroth's back and drags them down to his glutes, Sephiroth realizes there's more than temperature involved in that heat.
How long has it been since he's last had his rut suppressant? Discomfort seeps into the corner of Sephiroth's mind—the years of being told not to cause any accidental pregnancies that could interfere with his reign echoing in his heart.
But then… even if something were to happen, if it was with Cloud…
Cloud is the crown prince of Nibelheim, after all. His offspring would be royal. Of course.
And then something in Sephiroth's awareness shifts. Different from his rut, Sephiroth's mind floods with the image of Cloud, naked and perfect, with a softly rounded tummy, his hands cradling it gently, and a soft silly smile on his face.
Sephiroth has never seen that sort of expression on Cloud, and he probably never will. But the realization does nothing to make that image dissipate. Instead, a burst of burning lava explodes in his groin, and it makes him gasp for air. He feels dizzy as blood rushes from his brain to his cock, which fills out his skimpy underwear in an instant.
Cloud's soft, murmuring chuckle sends a quick burst of heat to Sephiroth's cheeks, neck, and ears. And those soft, smooth hands really dig into his glutes.
"You are so very pretty," Cloud whispers, leaning in.
The soft silk of Cloud’s undershirt brushes against Sephiroth's back, and he is dying to see what Cloud is wearing. Any thought of remaining still and not looking, acting like he isn't affected by whatever Cloud is doing to him, flies out the window. Slowly, Sephiroth turns toward Cloud and meets those sparkling, beautifully blue eyes.
Cloud is flushed and pink, his lips curved at the corners in a devious smirk. And he's dressed only in his underclothing. Soft black fabric outlines his body, showing off the pretty curve of his hips. Sephiroth's eyes follow that curve down toward Cloud's groin, where a small but delicately curved and definitely erect cock strains against the front of black silk underwear.
Sephiroth turns to his side, expecting a stop spell. He's amazed that he manages to get to his back, slowly but without being stopped. In an instant, Cloud steals his breath when he suddenly climbs on top of Sephiroth, sitting down directly on his cock.
An embarrassing whimper escapes Sephiroth's lips—and he hasn't made a noise like that since he was young—but Cloud doesn't seem to notice. His eyes go soft and hazy, still meeting Sephiroth's gaze with desire sizzling beneath.
And his scent! Cloud still smells like a blooming meadow after a sweet summer rain, but another sharper fragrance has mixed in. Thicker than honey and closer to maple syrup, the scent is so strong Sephiroth can taste it on his tongue. He yearns for Cloud in a way he's never wanted anyone.
Cloud's eyes burn brightly as his lids lower, his golden eyelashes softening his expression. Sephiroth can't look away when that pink tongue slips out to lick those plush lips. Sephiroth is again reminded of how soft Cloud's lips had felt against his jaw, neck, and scent gland. At the thought, his eyes flick to Cloud's neck. He wants a taste more than anything.
Through the slow spell, Sephiroth flexes his abs and lifts himself up from the bed, expecting again to be thwarted, but Cloud seems to allow this. Their eyes lock, and Cloud waits patiently for the few long minutes for Sephiroth to sit up. He doesn't pull away when Sephiroth moves his hands to Cloud's slim waist. He's so small that Sephiroth's thumbs can meet at his belly button.
Again, the vision of Cloud's belly, softly rounded with Sephiroth's pups, floods into his mind and overlaps hazily with the Cloud that is here. Sitting on top of him, leaning in a little. Just enough to bring their lips together.
Sephiroth lets out another gasp when Cloud deepens the kiss, a slight scrape of teeth against his lower lip, and the invasion of tongue. Cloud tastes sweet and wonderful, like something Sephiroth has longed for his entire life. And Sephiroth actually moans when Cloud's fingers dig into his scalp by his ponytail and pull.
Cloud is making soft, huffing noises as his cock presses up against Sephiroth's abs. And Sephiroth's cock juts against Cloud's ass, right between those perfectly round cheeks. Sephiroth lowers his hands, tracing those curved hips and gripping the back of Cloud's ass hard, pushing him down into his lap and up against his abs.
A loud, startled moan spills between their mouths, and at first, Sephiroth thinks it's him. But when he realizes that it's Cloud making those sounds, he gets even harder, his head going all fuzzy and weightless again with a fresh rush of blood.
"Fuck," spills from his mouth, unable to keep quiet with Cloud grinding his hips against him like this.
The firm feel of Cloud's ass, fitting like a puzzle piece against his cock, forces rational thought from Sephiroth's head for a moment. Cloud's cock is leaking through his underwear, soaking through the fabric and dampening Sephiroth's stomach. And he's moving, rocking like he means it, like he wants Sephiroth to fuck him, and Sephiroth can barely hold on.
The room around them feels dreamy, their combined scents flooding the room with a heavy, humid air. The bed springs squeak deliciously, tickling Sephiroth's ears as much as Cloud's voice. Which is escalating. And escalating more.
Sephiroth can't help himself when Cloud's moans turn to louder whimpers and then cries. Aborted cries that flood his ears with need and desire and want. And he cups Cloud's ass and encourages him to ride out his pleasure as Cloud's climax is suddenly upon him.
The sound coming from Cloud now is the most beautiful thing he's ever heard, and Cloud rocks into him, again and again. Under the spell, Sephiroth can't quite climax, as much as he wants to or as fast as he needs to, but he's nearly there. He pulls Cloud down hard onto him as Cloud slumps against his chest, breathy pants coming hard and hot against him.
"Stop."
The single word is whispered against Sephiroth's skin, and to his utter and complete surprise—and disappointment—Sephiroth freezes. The pleasure is rushing through him, his cock is harder than it's ever been in his life, but it's an almost-there sensation. And as good as it feels, soon, the pressure is too much, and the sudden drop of pleasure into an interrupted orgasm floods his body, from his cock through the rest of him.
Even under the spell, Sephiroth can't help the frustrated feral snarl that spills from his lips, his fangs throbbing and aching as much as his cock. And his cock is still painfully hard, and he can't do a gods damn thing about it!
Sephiroth glares at the prince in his lap, face still flushed in perfect pleasure, and a cruel smile on his lips.
"Look at how pretty you are," Cloud murmurs, touching Sephiroth's chin to ensure he doesn't break their gaze. "Oh, am I ever going to have fun with you tonight."