The clutches of the past
The clutches of the past
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The
clutches of the past
Chapter
1
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style='mso-ansi-language:EN-CA'>Things had finally settled down in
World That Never Was and found his way back home, restoring the balance between
worlds. Although on the surface things looked peaceful, some people still had
some unfinished business, fighting their inner struggles.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> It was a calm night,
everyone was sleeping peacefully without any worries. At
least almost everyone. One soul still could not find peace.
walked towards the Dark Depths, his heart beating faster than normal. His face
was covered with cold sweat and his mouth opened as he was panting. He had to
leave to get some fresh air and try to settle down, but to no avail. He slowly
and silently made his way to the Dark Depths, the only
sound resonating in the night was his own breathing.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Once he had reached his destination,
he came to a stop, clenching a hand to his chest.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Dammit…
Why now?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He folded himself in two, shutting
his eyes in an attempt to block the images trying to sneak into his mind.
Clenching his teeth, he rose up.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I know you’re here, just come out
already!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Hmm, hmm, hmm,” a strange laughter
sounded around
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He recognized that laughter for he
was hearing it only too often in the past few years. He turned around just in
time to see the one he dreaded to see.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Sephiroth…”
he trailed off.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> The silver haired man walked slowly
towards
hostility but the dark aura around him forced
and closing his eyes with a smirk on his face.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Were you expecting me, Squall?”
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his spine when he called him that.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I never know when to expect you…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
turned to him and grabbed
touch, baring his teeth. Sephiroth stared at his
face, examining it. Then he had an evil smile and he let go of him, lowering
his head as he chuckled.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Maybe not expecting me, but you class=GramE>were definitely hopping for me, weren’t you.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “How could I ever hope for you?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Don’t be like that Squall. I know
you as if I made you myself. And in a sense, I did. I made you what you are
now…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You wish…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
took a few slow steps away from
better than to believe he was leaving. He was never leaving…
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Whether or not
you were expecting me is irrelevant. You know why I’m here…” he trailed
off in a mysterious tone.
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shut out the images trying to sneak into his mind, but sounds of the past
echoed in his head and he was unable to shut those.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “N… not this time,
Sephiroth. I did not come here to meet you, I
only needed some air.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
turned around and looked at him, amused.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Why are you lying to me, Squall? Do
you take me for a fool? I can hear your heartbeat from here…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He walked slowly back to him and
Leon did not move.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I can see you panting and I see
your sweat. I am no fool, Squall, you are.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He grabbed his chin roughly and
pulled it up to press a kiss on his lips.
break free of the man’s grip. He tried to push him away but Sephiroth
did not let go at first. When he did release him,
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “No! I told you, not this time!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You think you have a choice? Since
when do you even think? I don’t recall ever giving you permission to.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He walked towards
with his size and the dark aura he was radiating. This time,
try and keep some distance between the two of them.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “S… stay
away!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
laughed at
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Ah, Squall… Do we have to play this
once more? Every time you deny it and yet every time, in the end, you beg for
it…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “It’s your fault! It’s because of
what you do to me!”
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still smirked seeing the gunblade was trembling.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Let’s end this charade, Squall…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Quick as lightning, class=SpellE>Sephiroth drew Masamune and
clashed it against the gunblade, sending it flying.
Left powerless,
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Pathetic! You are weak! You were
weak before and you are still weak now!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> In a flash, he was in front of
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Ugh!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
grabbed the back of his head roughly, pulling on his hair and kissed him
without any care at all.
again, but he was no match at all.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> You
are weak!
style='mso-tab-count:1'> When Sephiroth
stuck his eager tongue into his mouth,
his tongue touched Sephiroth’s. In fact, he kissed
him back, bringing another smirk to Sephiroth’s face.
The silver haired one moved his head away, still smirking. He looked down at
Leon who was sweating and panting, his eyes half-closed as if the eyelids were
too heavy to keep them completely opened, and his mouth opened. His legs were
trembling, threatening to give way any minute. Sephiroth
burst into laughter at the scene.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “And you still pretend you don’t
want to?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He grabbed
inch from his.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “But I’m in a rather good mood
today. I will let you enjoy it for a change…”
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think of anything to say or do. Sephiroth was playing
him like he always did, doing whatever he pleased with him. He ran his hand
down his chest, feeling it burning through the white t-shirt. The touch caused
it. Of course, this amused Sephiroth. When his hand
reached
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Hmm, hmm, hmm.
You’re already hard down here and yet you still tried to pretend you did not
want it?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Fuck you…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Patience, we’ll get there.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He pushed Leon who tripped and ended
up on his back, giving Sephiroth the opportunity to
place himself down right over him and undo his pants.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Get away from me!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You will enjoy this, now be nice.
If you keep fighting I will drop the nice guy act.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Nice guy my ass…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Now stop talking,” he said in an
authoritarian tone.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He freed
in his mouth, causing
open his mouth in a quiet scream. Sephiroth was
torturing him and he liked doing it. And even though he would never admit it,
so did
rock. Sephiroth sucked him strongly, but not enough
for
good but not good enough.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “M… more…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
interrupted his work.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What did you say?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “More…”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> With a satisfied smirk, class=SpellE>Sephiroth started again, working on the dripping dick of
the poor
more and he would probably break in two.
thing in his mind. Unfortunately, Sephiroth was not
going to grant that wish. When he felt the brown was getting there, he withdrew
and got up.
his face and he looked at Sephiroth, bewildered.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Wait, you can’t stop now!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I can do what I want…”
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of his pants and he dashed Sephiroth, bumping into
his back.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You said you were going to let me
enjoy it for a change! You can’t stop!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
swung his arm backwards, hitting
teeth. When he looked back at Sephiroth, he froze.
The man was irradiating a nasty dark aura and his face no longer showed
amusement. It showed madness.
was paralyzed with fear. Sephiroth slowly came
walking towards him.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “What makes you think you can tell
ME what I can and can not do? Is your memory span so small that you forgot who
owns you?”
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too stunned to move.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I… I’m sorry!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Too late now!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
disappeared and reappeared behind
chance to try and move away, Sephiroth grabbed a
handful of his hair and pulled him up to his feet.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “class=SpellE>Argh!”
pain.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Do I have to remind you that you
belong to me and not the opposite?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
pointed a palm at
started glowing with a blue flame and he pulled it backwards.
if he ripped them without even touching them. The leather jacket was ripped
like it was made of paper, only the necklace survived.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Did you forget who took you in when
you felt so bad about betraying everyone?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He threw
to bit his lip when he hit the ground. He turned a terrified look on class=SpellE>Sephiroth, blood leaking from his broken lip. class=SpellE>Sephiroth’s hand turned blue again and he pointed his hand
at
backwards, the pants were ripped off along with the underwear, leaving
boots.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Do you want me to tell them you are
responsible for this world’s destruction in the first place?” he asked in a
threatening voice.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “N… no!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Interesting, I hear you say it, but
I don’t believe you.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Please, Sephiroth
I… I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “I know you won’t.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> In a flash, Sephiroth
was right in front of him again and grabbed the top of his head once more. When
He started rocking inside the brown’s mouth, not giving him a single moment’s
rest. Madness was shining in the dark angel’s eyes while
disgust and helplessness. Before the torturer would release himself
and be done with his puppet, he withdrew, allowing
his hair, he threw him on his front and in a flash, was on his knees right
behind him, his hands holding a firm grip of his ass.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “N… no, please!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “This ought to remind you that you
belong to me!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Please, no!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “And perhaps to keep your mouth
shut!”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Deaf to
sharp pain to the victim.
withdrawing his head backwards. His insides were burning as if they were ripped
up. Sephiroth immediately picked up a quick rocking
pace, leaving his victim no time to settle. He would have had a set of claws
ripping the inside of his ass he would not have felt the difference.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You can keep pretending but you and
I both know that you like this,” Sephiroth said with
an evil smirk even though
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He kept rocking
up his spine and despite that, still some disgusting pleasure. His screams of
pain slowly turned into moans. When that happened,
ground, leaving his ass up, held firmly by Sephiroth.
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “See? You can’t deny me, Squall.
Your body can’t deny me. That’s why you belong to me.”
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of clear liquid oozing from the tip and dripping down to the ground.
disgusted with himself. He could also taste bitterness on his tongue. He felt
sick. Without a sound, Sephiroth released himself
inside
trembling under the strength of his own orgasm, triggered by class=SpellE>Sephiroth’s. Without further ado, Sephiroth
withdrew roughly from inside
to jerk and collapse on his front. Catching his breath, his eyes blank and his
mouth opened, slobbering on the ground,
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You are disgusting, Squall. You are
weak and you will never be able to get away from me. Do you know why?”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> He crouched down and roughly grabbed
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “Because you like it, that’s why.
Despite your efforts to deny it, you crave for me and you always will.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sephiroth
released him and
style='mso-tab-count:1'> “You belong to me, Squall. I own
you. Don’t you dare forget it again. Next time, I
could kill you.”
style='mso-tab-count:1'> The last sentence was said in a very
threatening tone, but
into unconsciousness, his sperm sticking to him under him and class=SpellE>Sephiroth’s leaking out of him with each of his heart’s
beats along with some of his own blood.