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Post by Behax on Mar 29, 2024 20:06:42 GMT
Once he left the office and returned to his main office on one of the floors below it was back to business as usual. Running the company...running the world and untangling the mess left behind by the death of his father...Untangling the secrets of Shinra. Which Rufus was learning were as disturbing as they were bizarre.
On top of examining and investigating the footage he’d unearthed, he also had Tsung digging up everything he could on Cloud Strife, Hojo’s research and on Sephiroth as well. While in a boring business meeting with his father’s executives he found himself wondering just how far the rabbit hole went. He was more than a little mentally fatigued by the end of the day. It was concerning to learn just how in the dark he himself was about the company he had inherited. His father’s executives had been allowed to basically do whatever they wanted so long as it ultimately benefited the company and their stranglehold on the world. The question now being...did he let that continue?
Needless to say by the time Cloud heard the office door open and close again, Rufus was more than looking forward to a little ‘de-stressing.’ He’d already removed his coat by the time he arrived at the barrier, and was in the process of removing his shirt and tie.
“Well someone’s nervous,” he teased as he watched Cloud pacing back and forth. “It’s okay, I’ll be gentle if you behave.”
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Post by Grimm on Mar 29, 2024 22:11:57 GMT
“In your dreams.” Cloud’s pacing stopped and he turned his full attention to Rufus. He might not be able to win but wouldn’t make it easy for his captor. His legs were free (save his leash) and he could move, not at all like last night. At very least he wanted to make Rufus bleed, if not even a little.
He backed away as Rufus approached the barrier. Much more than trying to just put space between Rufus and him, Cloud moved toward where his leash was anchored. He’d need the slack so it wouldn’t hinder his movements and so he wouldn’t get tripped up by the cord. It was already clear that Cloud was ready to fight even at his sever disadvantage.
“What did you do to my neck?” Cloud cocked his head to the side for a moment to indicate the bandages. The fear that was in his eyes this morning was gone. That particular terror was reserved for Sephiroth alone. Instead his features were flooded with resentment. The ShinRa logo under the bandages bothered him more than the new scar. It signified his ownership, even if that was what Sephiroth had meant the scar to be. Thinking about the thing on his neck while he paced had fueled his desire to fight.
He was ready and when Rufus finally did approach him, he tried attacking him with a series of kicks. It was clear he had practiced a little while he had waited for his captor to return, his ability to avoid twisting himself up in the cable hinted to that.
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Post by Behax on Mar 29, 2024 22:38:42 GMT
Rufus rolled his eyes at Cloud’s retort. “Well I am known for making my dreams a reality,” he said back without even skipping a beat as he unfastened the cuffs of his shirt. He watched Cloud’s body language as he pulled off his tie and discarded it on the floor; he could tell the (alleged) ex-SOLDIER was gearing up for a fight. At least this would be interesting he thought to himself, and all the more satisfying when he subdued him again.
For now Rufus left his shirt on but unbuttoned, he then removed the overcoat layer he wore over his trousers, before then kicking off his boots. He tilted his head in mock curiosity when Cloud asked what he’d done to his neck.
“Oh you noticed, did you?” He said as he pulled his phone out and turned the barrier off. Rufus was just as ready for Cloud as Cloud was for him. He blocked the first couple of kicks with his arm, eventually pushing him back, and then with Cloud’s next kick caught his foot with his hand. Rufus might not be a SOLDIER but he was trained, something Cloud should have remembered from their fight a few nights ago.
Rufus then used his leverage to send Cloud falling backwards onto the bed. Rufus was back between his legs in seconds smirking down at him.
“Well that wasn’t very well behaved of you. Will I really have to strap your legs back down?” It wasn’t a question, it was a threat. Never mind that he hadn't answered Cloud's question.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 30, 2024 0:12:19 GMT
With every kick that didn’t land Cloud found himself getting more frustrated. He didn’t get a change to try a second time, finding himself falling backwards into the bed with a. Loud grunt. Rufus was climbing between his left before he had a change to roll away. That didn’t stop him from trying to wiggle away. Already near the headboard he had no where to go. Desperately he tried lifting his legs to try to close his knees and perhaps push Rufus away but it was no use.
“Get off.” Cloud protested, the weight of laying back on his bound arms put unwanted pressure on his shoulders. Pressing his shoulders back into the bed, he arched his chest forward trying to give some space to the metal cuffs pushing into his back. The new pink scar front and center to taunt Rufus.
Realizing his struggling was only wasting the limited about of energy he had recovered, Cloud stopped. He would have to wait for another opening and he would take it the moment he had the opportunity. Even in defeat he glared up at Rufus defiantly, wanting make that smug smile into a bloody one.
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Post by Behax on Mar 30, 2024 22:07:46 GMT
As Cloud tried to wiggle away Rufus simply took hold of his upper thighs and dragged him back towards him. There was no escaping this...No escaping him. When Cloud arched his chest to give his back some space from the cuffs, Rufus took the opportunity to yank one of the pillows out from under his head and shove it into the space between his back and the cuffs. It would at least offer some level of reprieve.
“No.” Was all Cloud got in response to his protests. But now, Rufus’ attention was back on that scar. He braced himself against the bed with one hand, while the other one went back to the newly formed scar. Clearly still vexed by it, his possessive nature was being drawn out.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 30, 2024 23:57:11 GMT
The pillow wedged between his back and the cuffs made it a little more comfortable but took away the little wiggle room he had had. His labored breathing in an attempt to catch his breath was exaggerated by his chest arched upward in a vulnerable display. Cloud's breath hitched in a wince as Rufus's fingers trailed over the scar. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity coursing through him, his muscles tensing involuntarily under his captors touch.
Rufus would probably be able to feel Cloud’s heart as he lingered over the scar. His heart was hammering in his chest, a mixture of discomfort and apprehension knotting in the pit of his stomach. Cloud clenched his jaw, a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes reliving the pain that Sephiroth had caused him.
“That hurts.” Cloud winced in pain, vocal in displeasure. It was just a whisper of the original pain Sephiroth had inflicted on him earlier, but it hurt just the same.
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Post by Behax on Apr 1, 2024 12:57:04 GMT
While he was a bit of a sadist...(he couldn’t really deny it at this point,) causing undue physical pain wasn’t exactly his forte. Besides, this wasn’t even pain Rufus could claim to be responsible for, the source laid with someone else. That didn’t sit well with him. He ran his fingers over the mark once more before actually pulling his hand away. He didn’t apologise, but he did stop.
He couldn’t do anything about the mark upon Cloud’s skin, but he could leave marks of his own. He slid his hand up Cloud’s chest, over his collarbone and up to his neck. Carefully with one hand he unfastened the bandage there and removed it, the sight of tha tattoo there did bring a smile to his face.
“Ah, that did come out quite nicely,” he commented mostly to himself, and in the back of his mind thought about how it wasn’t enough. He lent down and all too softly kissed at Cloud’s neck, just under where his jaw met his ear on the opposite side from the tattoo.
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Post by Grimmmma on Apr 1, 2024 16:41:10 GMT
Cloud was a little surprised Rufus had stopped prodding the scar after he conveyed that it hurt. The feeling of his hand softly running up his skin, the gentle way Rufus removed the bandages, Rufus feeding him earlier….all these things had surprised him. It occurred to him Rufus didn’t have to be gentle, he didn’t have to be ‘kind’; Cloud used the word loosely, he was after all his prisoner and was being subjected to his captors whims of molestation. Rufus had told him what he wanted, that he was the object of his desire. The smile of satisfaction Rufus got from seeing the branding on Cloud’s neck was a reminder of that.
Cloud turned his head to the side as a Rufus leaned forward to kiss his jawline. Cloud was sure his captor could feel the shudder that echoed down his body and the gasp that fled his lips. His bare skin instinctively craved the heat from Rufus being so close above him, goosebumps rose over his skin, nipples growing hard. He tried to ignore the sensation of Rufus body between his legs, inner thighs rubbing against Rufus’ sides when he moved.
Endure, he tried to remind himself, endure until it’s over. Endure until he could escape and then things could go back to normal. Not that normal was something he had to begin with, a few weeks ago he had been wandering the train station not even sure of who he was until he met Tifa.
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Post by Behax on Apr 1, 2024 20:26:43 GMT
Rufus could be nice....or well gentle at least, if he wanted to, or rather where he didn’t see a reason to be otherwise. He wanted to break Cloud that was true, but that didn’t need to require physical violence. In fact he’d prefer it didn’t, Cloud had plenty of buttons to press after all.
Cloud’s tilting of his head only made it easier for Rufus, and Cloud would have felt the smile against his skin when Rufus felt him shudder. Rufus started with soft kisses, and when he found a particularly sensitive area of skin his kisses turned to sucks, hard enough to leave bruises later. As he did that his free hand went to the zipper on his pants, undoing it to give himself a bit more freedom and manoeuvrability but not yet taking his cock out. He then sat up briefly to remove his shirt, before then taking Cloud by the legs and not so gently yanking him closer so that he was practically sitting on his cock.
“Better,” he said more to himself before leaning back down and continuing where he’d left off. Kissing and sucking at Cloud’s neck, slowly making his way down to the man’s collar bone. Now practically any move Cloud made would result in him rubbing against Rufus' still clothed but slowly hardening cock.
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Post by Grimmmmmmmm on Apr 1, 2024 23:46:10 GMT
He hated that smile he felt against his skin, he didn’t need to see but he was sure it had smug. Those sensitive areas Rufus found would reward the ShinRa President with a variety of reactions. This place made him gasp, that spot made him shiver, a place near by unleashed an uncontrollable ticklish squirm leaving Cloud trying to shrug him away. His attempts accidentally pushing his lips against Rufus ear exhaling a shudder.
Alarm flashed in his eyes hearing the zipper and it was still there when Rufus sat up and removed his shirt. Every muscle in his body tensed being repositioned over Rufus finding no relief that there was a layer of clothing still covering his cock. But he could feel it there, it’s shape starting to form. Every little movement he made pressed against it. Cloud froze, for a moment he even held his breath until Rufus’ lips drove it from him.
“Why,” Cloud started “why would you want me?” He wanted to understand, needed to understand it. Maybe that would help him to process why this was happening. Cloud had already been beyond broken and was in the process to trying to put himself back together, not that he would admit to it. He had no memories of the last several years, and even those he had were held in heavy static.
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Post by Behax on Apr 4, 2024 15:41:15 GMT
Cloud’s reactions only encouraged Rufus further, sucking harder at the spots that drew gasps and shivers from the younger man. He left a trail of marks down from his check to his collarbone. And when he felt Cloud shift and rut against him accidentally it drew pleased hums and soft moans from Rufus’ own throat. It felt good, he wasn’t going to hide it.
He was about to make his way down Cloud’s chest when he asked ”why?” Rufus pulled back, looming over Cloud and looking down at him with his cold blue eyes, but there was something else there. Longing, desire, want, and a deep almost unfathomable loneliness. If he was being truly honest with himself Rufus didn’t actually know why he’d become so fixated on Cloud. He could (in theory) have anything or anyone he wanted, so why this broken shell of a man?
“Because you already belong to me, Cloud.” That was technically correct. As an Ex-SOLDIER, he would be considered a company asset. But Cloud wasn’t an Ex-SOLDIER, he was one of Hojo’s unfortunate lab rats. One the so-called ‘scientist’ had long discarded as a failure...According to certain reports Tseng had managed to dig up so far anyway. Knowing Hojo that probably in some capacity made Cloud dangerous, but it also made him interesting. Rufus wanted to unpick that, and then put the poor boy back together in a way that suited him.
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Post by Grimmmamahaha on Apr 4, 2024 16:34:31 GMT
Cloud hated that Rufus was exploring his body and hated it even more that they were discovering it together. His experience with intimate relationships had been limited (as best he could remember) and it showed in his reactions, by the unsure tension he held through out his body each time he felt Rufus’ cock press against him. He couldn’t recall ever having an intimate partner. Cloud tried to keep his mind focused, tried to brush off the sensations of Rufus lips prickling and sucking his skin. His heart was a fast thump pumping the growing the heat inside.
Mako eyes stared up at Rufus, the answer he offered him didn’t satisfy him. He recognized the loneliness that had been swimming in those glacier blue eyes, Cloud had felt way. Hallow. A small empathetic look flashed across Clouds fluster features.
‘Tsk Cloud, I thought you were better than this.’ Sephiroth’s voice tore through his mind. ‘She’s still in danger.’
’And you’re failing to save her.’ A vision of Sephiroth in Clouds mind was amused at the scene before him. ’I wonder, what will you do?’
It seemed as if something clicked in Clouds mind and with urgency in his voice he spoke up. “I have a proposition for you.” Cloud took a breath before continuing with earnest concerns, “Keep Aerith safe, out of Hojo’s lab, away from him,” Cloud swallowed hard trying to find the courage to try bargaining in his current situation, “Do that and I’ll…I’ll do the things you want.” It was hard to not choke on the last part as he gave Rufus his demands for the surrender of his cooperation. It was the only thing he had to bargain with.
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Post by Behax on Apr 4, 2024 16:52:43 GMT
Something irked him about that brief flash of empathy he saw. Pity...was the last thing Rufus wanted from anybody, especially a man he was in the process of violating. Just as he was about to resume marking Cloud’s skin he spoke up again.
“I have a proposition for you.”
“Oooh?” He was intrigued to say the least, just what thought had suddenly ignited in the other man’s mind?
“Keep Aerith safe, out of Hojo’s lab, away from him,”
Rufus blinked down at him, an interesting demand to make of him. Clearly Cloud cared for the ancient. He wondered if Cloud realised he was giving him free ammunition for manipulating him in the future, for keeping him leashed and in check.
“Do that and I’ll...I’ll do the things you want.”
For a moment Rufus’ eyes narrowed, like he was trying to find the lie in Cloud’s words. After all he was used to being lied to, used to people trying to manipulate him. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, but before he called the number he’d need to grant Cloud’s wish....
“Beg. Beg me to fuck you.” He’d promised he wouldn’t fuck Cloud properly until he asked for it, asked for his cock, and now the president was forcing Cloud to prove the sincerity of his words.
“Beg me to fuck you, and I’ll not only let her go, I’ll make sure she stays safe, for as long as you keep your word.”
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Post by Grimmememe on Apr 4, 2024 18:35:58 GMT
Eyes widened in hope when Rufus pulled out his phone to make the call.
”Beg. Beg me to fuck you.”
’Yes Cloud, Beg.’ Sephiroth repeated mockingly in amusement in his mind.
”Beg me to fuck you, and I’ll not only let her go, I’ll make sure she stays safe, for as long as you keep your word.”
Dread fluttered across Cloud’s blonde brows as the deal that was about to be made. He just needed to beg, just the subject over which he needed to beg was new territory for him.
He swallowed hard.
“…fuck me…” Cloud timidly and reluctantly started, the bright red of embarrassment flushing across his cheeks. “…please…fuck me.” He had never said these words before, never used them like this. He had never used like this before.
He kept his eyes on Rufus, trying to gauge the other man’s satisfaction with his pleas concerned it hadn’t been enough for the ShinRa President.
“I’ve never…been…fucked.” Cloud gathered the courage to admitted it. “Please Fuck Me” His voice was little more steady than he had been. “Fuck me.” He repeated desperate to secure Aerith’s freedom, his body started to tremble with the implications of what he wanted to be done to him.
'Good Cloud, Good. Be the distraction you’re meant to be.’ Sephiroth voiced echoed into nothingness inside of Cloud, chuckling as he departed his puppets mind.
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Post by Behax on Apr 4, 2024 19:12:36 GMT
Rufus had honestly been expecting at least a little push back to his demand, but he couldn’t deny the satisfaction at the look on Cloud’s face as his words sank in. It momentarily turned into a mock frown, Cloud was right to think it hadn’t been good enough...not until he admitted that it would be his first time. Then Rufus’ face turned to one of genuine surprise, he was sure other people, women and men would have been all over Cloud.
And then...His expression softened a little.
He pressed the call button, and put the call on speaker so Cloud would be able to hear the full conversation.
“Mr President?” Cloud would recognise the voice of Tseng.
“I want to have Miss Gainsborough released immediately.”
“Sir? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Make sure she is escorted home safely. I also want her under full 24 hour surveillance, and her safety secured.”
There was silence on the other end, as if Tseng was trying to puzzle out this sudden demand.
“That's an order Tseng.”
“Sir! I will see to it immediately...But..”
“But?”
“What should I do about Hojo?”
“Tell him his obsession is repulsive and find him a new bone to chew on. I’m sure you can find something to distract him.”
“Right away Sir!”
Rufus then disconnected the call, before discarding his phone.
“If you break your word, she’ll be right back where she started,” he promised as he pulled away, enough to give Cloud some space. “Now turn over.”
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