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Wrong
Prompt: “Cloud/Kairi - performing for Roxas”
Fulfilled: December 5, 2008
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This is wrong, oh-so-wrong, Cloud thinks as his hands slide up the girl’s sides, lifting the thin t-shirt she wore. Never mind that she’d said she was eighteen as of last month, that could be a lie. But it’s her virginity or a good chunk of his brains, and he’d rather she be at a loss.
He doesn’t even know who she is, but he knows who’s holding the gun. Roxas, all big blue eyes and honey-blonde hair and wicked, sadistic plans. Things had been going so well, too, until about five minutes ago.
**
”Hey, Rox, what’s up?” He’d asked as the youngest member of The Organization approached him. The boy, who couldn’t have been very far out of his teens, had pointed the gun at him and yanked a girl into the room by the arm.
A girl in a thin t-shirt and short skirt, her mouth gagged, hands cuffed behind her back and eyes teary and terrified. He’d caught her before she fell on instinct, looking up at the boy in confusion. “What the fuck, Roxas?”
“Game over, Strife.” The blonde had smiled, twisted and sadistic. “You really thought you could fool us? Your little band of rebellious misfits must be getting stupider as time goes on. But hey, I’m a charitable guy.” The gun moved to point between Cloud’s eyes. “Fuck the little bitch, put on a show for me, and I’ll let you go.”
**
He growls in the back of his throat, but kisses the girl—Kairi she’d whispered—anyways, finally pulling her t-shirt the rest of the way off, hands moving to her breasts. She’s not shaking anymore at least, somewhat assured by Cloud’s rushed promises that he’d do all he could not to hurt her. Roxas had over-heard, and laughed, which did not bode well for Cloud’s ability to keep those promises. Then again, the boy did want a show.
The next thing off is his shirt, Kairi taking a small bit of initiative and tugging it upward slightly, short nails scraping along his back accidentally. He tells himself that it feels good, because he doesn’t want to get a bullet to the skull just because he’s too sick with guilt and horror to get it up, and it sort of works. He considers imaging a somewhat more desirable girl below him—shit, even one that looks legal—but voids the idea quickly.
His arms move around her, her back arching accommodatingly, and he quickly unhooks her bra, tugging it off of her. His mouth moves down, teeth and tongue on one nipple, then the other, trying to savor it when Kairi gasps and ignore it when Roxas laughs.
He works quickly down her body, feeling the muscles of her stomach twitch under her soft skin, leaving a wet trail of kisses to the very edge of her skirt. His hands trail along her sides, sliding to the insides of her thighs and into the skirt, just barely touching her panties.
Oh, if only he’d never gotten this damned assignment.
**
”Someone needs to infiltrate them, if we want to take them down.” Leon said, slamming his hands down onto the table. They’d been working to take down The Organization—the city’s ruling gang—for months now, but only had a few fresh graves for their efforts.
Tifa had volunteered, desperate to do something more useful than gather information, but been shot down. Too high-risk if she was caught. Cloud knew why he was given the job—he was the least likely of them to get caught, and had the least to lose if he was.
**
His fingers grasp the edge of her skirt, and he pulls it down slowly, eyes shifting up to watch the girl. Really, even if she starts saying no he can’t stop, not if he wants to live and report back what he can to Leon, but he doesn’t want her to be even more traumatized by this than she already will be. Her eyes convey a series of emotions—fright, worry, tension, to name a few—but she also seems calmer than she had been, resigned almost.
So Cloud pulls the little jean skirt the rest of the way off, and then runs his fingertips along the edge between her panties and her legs. He slowly pushes her legs apart, focusing on the fact that he can see dark red curls through her panties, not on her soft whimpers or Roxas’ annoying little giggles.
He rubs her clit through the soft material of her panties, moving his fingers in fast circles, pushing down with just enough pressure to make the girl moan. Her hips twitch up into his hand, a soft moan passing her lips, a small spot of moisture forming on the material. Cloud stops moving his fingers, sliding his hands up to the edge of that last layer of defense.
He pulls her panties slowly down her legs, pushing them aside once they’re off. Leaning up, he kisses her mouth lightly, moving to her ear and whispering, “try to enjoy it...” as one finger pressed inside of her and—oh, god, she’s tight. He moves his finger in deeper, wondering how he’s ever going to get her relaxed and stretched enough for his cock to even fit.
He works his teeth along her neck, trying every tactic he knows that’ll make a girl’s muscles turn to jelly. He’s fairly certain Roxas knows what he’s doing, considering that the sadistic bastard is tapping the gun against the heel of his boot, making Kairi flinch every few seconds, and tense up even more.
Still, Cloud wiggles his finger inside of her pussy, thumb reaching up to brush against her clit in the same circles he’d done earlier. She’s still flinching every few seconds, but it seems to work enough, as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of her. After a few seconds, he adds a second one, kissing her mouth again to hide her noises of pain.
“This is taking too long.” Roxas speaks up, cocking the gun and pointing at Cloud again when the blonde looks up. “Enough fucking foreplay. Fuck the little slut, Strife.” He orders.
Cloud frowns, glancing at Kairi again. Her eyes are wide and terrified—she knows just as well as he does that this is going to hurt her. But she smiles faintly and leans up to kiss him again as he removes his fingers from her. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to break her hymen... probably Roxas’ plan.
Cloud reaches down, hastily undoing his jeans, giving himself a couple of quick strokes. At least the sick feeling of guilt rotting away in his stomach isn’t stopping his libido. He presses his cock up against her entrance, leaning close to her and whispering a hasty apology.
She cries out when he enters her, hands clenching onto his shoulders convulsively, short nails leaving crescents of blood. He holds still, trying to let her adjust, for as long as he thinks he can get away with, before slowly pulling back, pushing into her again with slightly less force. Kairi’s eyes are screwed up in pain, probably to stop the tears too, her hands clenched into claws, trying to shred the skin of his shoulders. Cloud holds onto her hips, lightly stroking the skin along her sides as he continues to thrust.
His mind screams at him that this is rape, and that she was a virgin, and all for almost nothing. Because Cloud’s that much of a coward, that he’d rather rape a girl at the command of his mortal enemy than take a bullet to his own brain. Because maybe, just maybe it will be worth it when he reports back to Leon. But probably it won’t be.
Thankfully, Cloud’s cock is able to ignore his mental anguish, making his hips snap forward harder as the hot, tight tunnel he’s fucking clenches around him, oh-so-good, oh-so-wrong. His hips jerk forward harder than ever, his body stilling, trembling slightly as he cums into this barely-legal girl who was a virgin not even an hour ago, and he forces himself to pull out of her and roll to the side before he collapses on her.
He’s panting, regaining himself from the orgasm he just had, as Roxas claps. “Good job, Strife, I didn’t figure you had it in you.” Roxas keeps the gun pointed at Cloud, grabbing Kairi by the arm and pulling her to her feet, out of the curled-up position she’d assumed. “Boy, you must be a tight little bitch, eh, Kairi?” He asks, voice all sugary-sweet innocence that just isn’t him. “I bet the guys’ll have fun fucking you for a long time.” Behind Roxas the door opens, Cloud watching wearily as one of the others—Xigbar, he thinks—takes Kairi from Roxas and leaves the room.
“So, is this the part where you kill me?” He asks, slowly sitting up, sending a glare in Roxas’ direction before checking to see if Kairi actually did shred his shoulders. Best to just bury it, bury everything that’s just happened, and let it stew inside him until he loses it.
“And isn’t it worse if I don’t?” Roxas turns and leaves, and Cloud winces at the scream he hears in the moments the door is open.
**
He leaves, though, and gives everything he found out to Leon, and drowns the last month or so in alcohol at Seventh Heaven, then follows Tifa up to her room to try and forget the feel of Kairi under him and around him. But his information leads to shit, and he doesn’t forget. He remembers all too well, especially when he sleeps.
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Original comments: The ending is kind of fail.
Further comments: This might make a good full-length story. Anyone want to hold a knife to my throat and make me get it done? If not, enjoy the short porn with plot hiding in the background. =)
Fulfilled: December 5, 2008
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This is wrong, oh-so-wrong, Cloud thinks as his hands slide up the girl’s sides, lifting the thin t-shirt she wore. Never mind that she’d said she was eighteen as of last month, that could be a lie. But it’s her virginity or a good chunk of his brains, and he’d rather she be at a loss.
He doesn’t even know who she is, but he knows who’s holding the gun. Roxas, all big blue eyes and honey-blonde hair and wicked, sadistic plans. Things had been going so well, too, until about five minutes ago.
**
”Hey, Rox, what’s up?” He’d asked as the youngest member of The Organization approached him. The boy, who couldn’t have been very far out of his teens, had pointed the gun at him and yanked a girl into the room by the arm.
A girl in a thin t-shirt and short skirt, her mouth gagged, hands cuffed behind her back and eyes teary and terrified. He’d caught her before she fell on instinct, looking up at the boy in confusion. “What the fuck, Roxas?”
“Game over, Strife.” The blonde had smiled, twisted and sadistic. “You really thought you could fool us? Your little band of rebellious misfits must be getting stupider as time goes on. But hey, I’m a charitable guy.” The gun moved to point between Cloud’s eyes. “Fuck the little bitch, put on a show for me, and I’ll let you go.”
**
He growls in the back of his throat, but kisses the girl—Kairi she’d whispered—anyways, finally pulling her t-shirt the rest of the way off, hands moving to her breasts. She’s not shaking anymore at least, somewhat assured by Cloud’s rushed promises that he’d do all he could not to hurt her. Roxas had over-heard, and laughed, which did not bode well for Cloud’s ability to keep those promises. Then again, the boy did want a show.
The next thing off is his shirt, Kairi taking a small bit of initiative and tugging it upward slightly, short nails scraping along his back accidentally. He tells himself that it feels good, because he doesn’t want to get a bullet to the skull just because he’s too sick with guilt and horror to get it up, and it sort of works. He considers imaging a somewhat more desirable girl below him—shit, even one that looks legal—but voids the idea quickly.
His arms move around her, her back arching accommodatingly, and he quickly unhooks her bra, tugging it off of her. His mouth moves down, teeth and tongue on one nipple, then the other, trying to savor it when Kairi gasps and ignore it when Roxas laughs.
He works quickly down her body, feeling the muscles of her stomach twitch under her soft skin, leaving a wet trail of kisses to the very edge of her skirt. His hands trail along her sides, sliding to the insides of her thighs and into the skirt, just barely touching her panties.
Oh, if only he’d never gotten this damned assignment.
**
”Someone needs to infiltrate them, if we want to take them down.” Leon said, slamming his hands down onto the table. They’d been working to take down The Organization—the city’s ruling gang—for months now, but only had a few fresh graves for their efforts.
Tifa had volunteered, desperate to do something more useful than gather information, but been shot down. Too high-risk if she was caught. Cloud knew why he was given the job—he was the least likely of them to get caught, and had the least to lose if he was.
**
His fingers grasp the edge of her skirt, and he pulls it down slowly, eyes shifting up to watch the girl. Really, even if she starts saying no he can’t stop, not if he wants to live and report back what he can to Leon, but he doesn’t want her to be even more traumatized by this than she already will be. Her eyes convey a series of emotions—fright, worry, tension, to name a few—but she also seems calmer than she had been, resigned almost.
So Cloud pulls the little jean skirt the rest of the way off, and then runs his fingertips along the edge between her panties and her legs. He slowly pushes her legs apart, focusing on the fact that he can see dark red curls through her panties, not on her soft whimpers or Roxas’ annoying little giggles.
He rubs her clit through the soft material of her panties, moving his fingers in fast circles, pushing down with just enough pressure to make the girl moan. Her hips twitch up into his hand, a soft moan passing her lips, a small spot of moisture forming on the material. Cloud stops moving his fingers, sliding his hands up to the edge of that last layer of defense.
He pulls her panties slowly down her legs, pushing them aside once they’re off. Leaning up, he kisses her mouth lightly, moving to her ear and whispering, “try to enjoy it...” as one finger pressed inside of her and—oh, god, she’s tight. He moves his finger in deeper, wondering how he’s ever going to get her relaxed and stretched enough for his cock to even fit.
He works his teeth along her neck, trying every tactic he knows that’ll make a girl’s muscles turn to jelly. He’s fairly certain Roxas knows what he’s doing, considering that the sadistic bastard is tapping the gun against the heel of his boot, making Kairi flinch every few seconds, and tense up even more.
Still, Cloud wiggles his finger inside of her pussy, thumb reaching up to brush against her clit in the same circles he’d done earlier. She’s still flinching every few seconds, but it seems to work enough, as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of her. After a few seconds, he adds a second one, kissing her mouth again to hide her noises of pain.
“This is taking too long.” Roxas speaks up, cocking the gun and pointing at Cloud again when the blonde looks up. “Enough fucking foreplay. Fuck the little slut, Strife.” He orders.
Cloud frowns, glancing at Kairi again. Her eyes are wide and terrified—she knows just as well as he does that this is going to hurt her. But she smiles faintly and leans up to kiss him again as he removes his fingers from her. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to break her hymen... probably Roxas’ plan.
Cloud reaches down, hastily undoing his jeans, giving himself a couple of quick strokes. At least the sick feeling of guilt rotting away in his stomach isn’t stopping his libido. He presses his cock up against her entrance, leaning close to her and whispering a hasty apology.
She cries out when he enters her, hands clenching onto his shoulders convulsively, short nails leaving crescents of blood. He holds still, trying to let her adjust, for as long as he thinks he can get away with, before slowly pulling back, pushing into her again with slightly less force. Kairi’s eyes are screwed up in pain, probably to stop the tears too, her hands clenched into claws, trying to shred the skin of his shoulders. Cloud holds onto her hips, lightly stroking the skin along her sides as he continues to thrust.
His mind screams at him that this is rape, and that she was a virgin, and all for almost nothing. Because Cloud’s that much of a coward, that he’d rather rape a girl at the command of his mortal enemy than take a bullet to his own brain. Because maybe, just maybe it will be worth it when he reports back to Leon. But probably it won’t be.
Thankfully, Cloud’s cock is able to ignore his mental anguish, making his hips snap forward harder as the hot, tight tunnel he’s fucking clenches around him, oh-so-good, oh-so-wrong. His hips jerk forward harder than ever, his body stilling, trembling slightly as he cums into this barely-legal girl who was a virgin not even an hour ago, and he forces himself to pull out of her and roll to the side before he collapses on her.
He’s panting, regaining himself from the orgasm he just had, as Roxas claps. “Good job, Strife, I didn’t figure you had it in you.” Roxas keeps the gun pointed at Cloud, grabbing Kairi by the arm and pulling her to her feet, out of the curled-up position she’d assumed. “Boy, you must be a tight little bitch, eh, Kairi?” He asks, voice all sugary-sweet innocence that just isn’t him. “I bet the guys’ll have fun fucking you for a long time.” Behind Roxas the door opens, Cloud watching wearily as one of the others—Xigbar, he thinks—takes Kairi from Roxas and leaves the room.
“So, is this the part where you kill me?” He asks, slowly sitting up, sending a glare in Roxas’ direction before checking to see if Kairi actually did shred his shoulders. Best to just bury it, bury everything that’s just happened, and let it stew inside him until he loses it.
“And isn’t it worse if I don’t?” Roxas turns and leaves, and Cloud winces at the scream he hears in the moments the door is open.
**
He leaves, though, and gives everything he found out to Leon, and drowns the last month or so in alcohol at Seventh Heaven, then follows Tifa up to her room to try and forget the feel of Kairi under him and around him. But his information leads to shit, and he doesn’t forget. He remembers all too well, especially when he sleeps.
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Original comments: The ending is kind of fail.
Further comments: This might make a good full-length story. Anyone want to hold a knife to my throat and make me get it done? If not, enjoy the short porn with plot hiding in the background. =)