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"Lock on the door ain't working though," Barret finishes, bending over to grab a plank of wood that was leaning against the sliding door in quesiton. "Just wedge this in the rails there, can't nobody open the door that way."

"Secure," Cloud comments, only halfway being an asshole. He glances around the small home again. It's not much, but he doesn't need much. Lot of windows, though. Not to mention the sliding glass doors. "Thanks."

"Hey. I know hard times." Barret claps a hand on Cloud's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "Just. Try not to be a stranger, yeah?"

"Hard to be when I'm living right behind you."

"Well." Barret scratches his face, blunt nails rasping over his beard. "Me and Lene are gonna go visit Dyne in the hospital. Might be gone a week or so."

"Oh shit." Cloud raises his brows. "Is…is she ready for that?"

"Hrn. Think so." Barret's face takes on a few shadows when he turns away. "But if not, that's why we'll be gone a week. I'll let you know if it ends up longer."

"Take your time. I'm sure she'll need it."

"Quit tellin' me how to raise my kid, Spike." Barret claps him on the arm again and grins. "Enjoy the view. Woodlands are better than any skyline, if y'ask me."

—

Cloud can't stop glancing out the windows.

There's no curtains for the ones over the sink, but there are curtains for the large glass sliding door, and then the two windows just past the door. There's a lot of windows, and they aren't small ones.

He's not a daylight kinda guy, which comes from years of night shift, and he keeps the curtains closed for that reason. He's out of work for now, which is why he's depending on Barret's generosity at the moment, but he plans to get another night shift job. Hopefully. Job market is such shit lately.

But the windows are making him feel…weird. He feels exposed every time he walks past the sink, and he can't stop glancing out into the woods. There's nothing there, and he knows that, and if there was something there, he has a gun.

He's up way after dark, trying to keep himself nocturnal, when he has to go take a piss. He does, though he can't flush until later because the water here is shit and the tank won't refill fast enough. At least there's enough for him to wash his hands properly.

He needs the peace and rest, but he's also bored, and he blames the boredom for the way he stops in front of the windows before he can retreat behind the curtains. Cloud stares into the dark, knowing there's nothing but woods beyond, and chews on his lip.

He knows the feeling he's been ignoring. The feeling he'd get when he'd whack one out in communal showers, breathing heavy, listening for footsteps. The feeling he'd get when he'd park on the side of the road after a long shift, chubbing up in his jeans, glancing around the dark while he pulled himself out of his pants.

He's always been cautious about it. He likes the threat of getting caught, but he doesn't want to get caught. He's not completely stupid.

But he is a little stupid, because he keeps standing in front of the window, chewing on his lip, and he can't get the thought out of his head now that it's there. He's starting to pitch a tent in his shorts, and the silky feel of the fabric is starting to feel tempting against the head of his cock.

"Fuck," Cloud hisses under his breath. "Come the fuck on, man."

But he doesn't move, still staring out into the dark. Nothing's there. But someone could be there. He plugged a night light into the wall plug right by the windows, and it sheds no small amount of light. If anyone is, they'd see him long before he saw them, and he'd be quite easy to see. But he's out in the middle of nowhere, so really anybody out doesn't need to be out here anyways, so if he did, then…?

"Fuck," Cloud keeps muttering to himself, yanking his shirt up and stuffing it in his mouth, shoving his shorts down to mid-thigh. His cock springs to attention, way too happy about the proceedings, head already flushing red.

"F-ck, f-ck, f-ck," Cloud pants behind his shirt, saliva already filling his mouth as he puts both hands on his chest first. He looks up and out into the dark, toying with both nipples. If someone was there, that'd be the best show he could give. Him, desperate and panting, being good and playing with his chest so they have something to look at.

He tilts his head back and moans once his chest starts feeling sensitive, every rolling pinch shooting straight to his groin. He thrusts up against the air, little hitched noises making it past the shirt in his mouth. He thinks of how desperate and pathetic he must look, how someone would see him. Would their lip hitch up at the sight of him, telling him he's disgusting? Or would they eye him greedily, tell him to take the shirt off altogether? Or maybe tell him to keep his hands on his tits and get off with nothing but that, without touching his cock?

Cloud could. He hasn't done it before, but the thought sends a wave of heat through him, and he knows, somehow. If he had someone to tell him to do it, he would. He'd writhe under their eyes and bully his tits until he came all over himself, just as pathetic as they'd say he is.

Despite the fantasy, one of his hands leaves his chest to wrap around his cock, moaning wetly through his shirt fabric as he pumps once, loose grasp, teasing himself with the callouses of his own hand. Cloud tightens his grip on the next stroke, just a little, forcing himself through the tease. Then a little tighter, a little faster. A little tighter again, and a little faster, this time whining as he starts bucking his hips against his own fist. He keeps fondling his nipple, panting, losing some of his shirt fabric between his teeth as it dampens and slips from his lips. His eyes had squinted shut while he fantasized, but he forces them open, staring out into the dark.

His heart stops. There's eyes, green, bright, looking right at him, and a shock rips through Cloud, vision whiting out as he suddenly cums. There's no time to aim away from the cloth covering the underside of the sink (no cabinets), and he's forced to tremble in place, keening through his shirt, the eyes in the dark flashing from behind his eyelids.

His knees cave in the moment it's over, colliding harshly with the tile as he falls gracelessly. He pants on the floor, head gone dumb from the shock of the pleasure. He takes several batches of seconds to just breathe, eyes unfocused.

Then the post-nut clarity hits. Cloud frowns as he realizes quickly that no eyes that glow are human, and so he definitely was just seen by an animal and promptly decided to cum his brains out about it. He's actually disgusting.

Cloud grits his teeth and strips his shirt off, slinging it towards the bathroom as he pushes to his feet. He groans as he unhooks the cloth hanging from the sink counter, frowing at the cum stains on the front. His shirt and the cloth go in the same wash cycle. He drags a hand down his face and, on his way back to bed, glances out the windows.

Nothing there. Probably got scared off by the weird two-legged beast writhing and twitching through the window as he rutted blindly into his hand like he didn't know better.

Cloud forces himself to sleep just to get away from the loathing and disgust in the pit of his stomach.

—

He's nuts. He has to be. Cloud's fucking losing it.

He can't stop. It's been three days. He drove a half hour to get to the nearest town and stock on groceries properly, but he can't help feeling shifty the whole time. The watched feeling doesn't leave at all anymore. Neither does his disgust with himself. Despite knowing it's wrong, he won't stop, because that sick, sick part of him loves it.

The animal is always there, and it has to be an animal. (Assuming it's not some hallucination Cloud's having.) The darkness inside the eyes was slit-pupiled. Cloud doesn't know what animal is big as a mammal with slit pupils, but there must be something lurking out in the woods. In fact, Cloud should probably make sure he keeps his gun nearby in case he needs to give the thing a warning shot.

But it shows up at the same time of night. The eyes are only there a few moments, enough to watch Cloud cum at the sight like the degenerate he is, and then by the time Cloud's collected himself, the eyes are gone. It feels…knowledgeable, somehow. Which is stupid. It's an animal. He should be calling Barret and asking to borrow his shotgun, just in case his handgun isn't enough.

But that's not what he's doing. No. He's at the local building supply eyeing up a walkie talkie set. Which he then grabs and buys. Which then sits in his passenger seat for the half hour ride it takes to get back to his humble abode. And then, once he's ripped the pack open with the box knife in his pocket, he does what truly marks him as a man losing his fucking mind.

He leaves one in the woods. Right where the eyes always appear. And he takes the other one inside with him.

—

Cloud doesn't try anything that night, because his wits do come back to him. He's too frustrated with himself for wasting thirty bucks on something stupid, and now he's quite aware that some animal is using half of his thirty bucks as a chew toy. All because he started thinking with his dick and not with his brain.

But. Barret and Marlene are supposed to be back in a couple of days, and he refuses to do this with the knowledge that one of his oldest friends and his child are on the same property. If he's going to be an awful fucking pervert, he needs to get it over with.

He moves to the sink window after dark, not even bothering to put clothes on. He knows what he's here for, and he might as well have less obstructions. He also has a towel to catch himself when he cums this time.

He looks out into the dark, hands already trailing up to his chest, only to immediately stop.

The eyes are there. The eyes are early. Cloud can't move. The eyes do, slightly, moving to Cloud's right. They're still watching him. Cloud, in a daze, reaches for the walkie talkie he'd left on the counter, and like the insane man he is, turns it on and holds it up to his face.

"Hello?" Cloud says tentatively. If he strains, he thinks he can hear the other, tinny version of his voice out in the dark. "Are you…"

Are you there? Are you human? Are you watching me? Cloud's heart is thundering in his chest. His head feels like it's spinning.

The eyes don't move again. Only watching. Cloud breathes faster. This feels different somehow, this feels, this feels—

"So shy," comes a reply, and Cloud damn near drops the thing from how hard he jumps. The voice is smooth even past the static, and deep besides. Cloud's stomach tightens. "Greedy, too. Only giving me half a view. Hiding."

Cloud's damn near shaking. It was someone, this whole time. A man. Maybe. But with glowing green eyes, enough to pierce through the dark? What the fuck is Cloud dealing with? And for fuck's sake, why is he getting hard?

"What are you?" Cloud breathes into his speaker, still feeling winded.

"I have been what you want," the voice replies. Fuck, but it's so silky in his masculinity that Cloud thinks he'll start dripping pre before he even gets a hand on himself. "I do believe it's your turn to be what I want."

Cloud's breath catches. His knees feel weak. Fuck. Fuck, that's hot, and he doesn't know how to feel about how instantly he wants to roll over, hump the air, be good under the boot attached to that voice. He shouldn't be thinking like that. There's someone or something out there with glowing eyes, and Cloud might be hallucinating, and if he's not then that's just as big a problem.

"What do you want?" Is what makes it out of Cloud's mouth past all his other thoughts. He's insane. He's also incredibly hard and twitching in the open air, far too eager for instructions.

"All of you." A deep, long hum. "I want to see all of you."

Cloud's breath hitches. He's still staring at those eyes. He can feel the sentience in them now. The expectance. Cloud's so light headed that he genuinely entertains that this is all in his head, and that everything finally got to him, hard enough he broke in the middle of nowhere and has started turning into the stupid deviant beast he's felt like since he first woke up with jizz in his shorts after dreaming of his bullies suffocating him for longer than they had the common sense to.

Whatever this is. Whatever's happening to him, whatever this is, he's hard as fuck, and he thinks that if he doesn't cum he might lose his mind even more.

Woozy with the surrealness of it all, he stumbles to the sliding doors. His hands are trembling when he grabs each curtain, pulling them away from each other.

"Go turn the lamp on. The one to your right," the voice instructs tinnily. Cloud could be a puppet for how he obeys, clumsily and eager. Light floods the room. Cloud won't be able to hide any part of him to this person's gaze. His heart skips a beat at the thought. "Come here."

Cloud has the irrational mental picture of stepping out into the night, just for a split second, but he stops himself by bumping his knees against the glass. The impact isn't nearly as violent as the impact of their gazes, enough to take the wind out of Cloud. Still, he notes the green is closer to a cyan than he thought.

"Beautiful." Cloud shivers at the compliment. "Begin."

Cloud sets a hand against his stomach, feeling his pulse flutter through it, eyes locked onto his audience. The light of the lamp should make their bright eyes dimmer, but it doesn't. They're no less focused. Cloud swears he can feel the intense attention like a physical touch.

Cloud's hand trails down, giving a show as he's always dreamed of, cock twitching and balls already drawing up. His fingers trail through the coarse hairs in the V of his stomach.

"Aht," the tone is suddenly sharp, and Cloud freezes. "Your tits first. Like you have been."

Cloud nods and obeys, a little miffed that both his hands are occupied and he left the walkie talkie on the counter. He doesn't know what he'd say back, but as he brings both his hands up to his chest, he wishes he could. Or maybe if he could hold the radio closer to his face, then he could hear every change in that voice as it orders him.

"Do you think that's enough?" Cloud snaps back to attention, realizing all he's done is left his fingers resting lightly on his nipples. The eyes have squinted at him slightly. "Pull harder."

Cloud tugs obediently, biting his lip as he pinches harder and harder. He feels sweat roll down the back of his neck. He pants softly, so close to the glass that each heavy breath fogs it in front of him. Still, he can see those eyes and…are they closer?

"Let go, let me see them," the voice says suddenly. "Hands behind your back."

Cloud's hands snap back before he even decides to obey. He stares out at those eyes and, god, no, he's right, the eyes are closer. They aren't in the woods anymore, they're in the clearing, close enough that some of the lamp light illuminates the edges of the shadow. It's the shape of a man. Tall. Broad shoulders. Narrow hips. Bright, bright eyes. Cloud shivers.

"Adorable. They get so pink. And seems your cock wants attention, too." Cloud can actually see the shadow move the walkie talkie closer to his face, can almost see the lines of a mouth moving. "Do you deserve it?"

It's there. It's real. Cloud can see the breadth of their chest and how it moves with every inhale. Cloud can't hallucinate this, right? No matter what his brain has come up with when he's particularly delirious, he couldn't give it such detail? Could he?

"No," Cloud answers, voice raw.

"That's right. Good boy." Cloud sees a flash of white from beneath the bright cyan, something he thinks is a smile. "Do you know why you don't?"

"I'm disgusting," Cloud says hoarsely. He doesn't even think that he hasn't grabbed the radio at all, that there's no way for the mystery out in the dark to hear him. Still, the words leave him. "I don't deserve to feel good."

"Incorrect." Cloud jolts at the response. It's almost like the bright eyed figure did hear, but no, it couldn't have—"Hands on your tits."

Cloud does as told, pinching his nipples between his fingers again. He rests his forehead against the glass as he whines, eyes falling to where the head of his cock bobs near the door. The glass is so cool, and it would shock the heated skin there, but god, to have a surface to rut himself against, to have any kind of friction right now, sounds heavenly.

"Look at me." Cloud's eyes snap back up. Something in the figure's stance seems scolding. Cloud feels a tremor roll through his thighs. "Keep going."

Cloud obeys, trembling, more noises ripping from his throat as he locks eyes with them again.

"Again. Your cock doesn't deserve any attention." The voice is stern, but not harsh. Something about the rounded edges of its tone makes Cloud want to shake apart. "Why?"

"I don't know, sir," Cloud whines, humiliated at the tears pricking his eyes. He's so hard despite it all, and now he's confused on top of it, but he wants to be good. He wants so badly to be good.

"You do, Cloud. Now spank them for me," the voice says softly, far too gently, far too kindly. Cloud bites his lip and obeys, flattening his hand out and slapping his own chest.

"Harder." Cloud slaps harder against a swollen tit, releasing his lip to let his gasp out.

"Harder." Cloud reels his hand further out and slaps his opposite nipple, moaning at the sting, repeating on his other side, whining through it all. Pleased noises come through the speaker, hums of encouragement, and Cloud keeps going.

"Stop. Pinch them again," the voice finally says, and Cloud might sob a little. He can't believe there's tears in his eyes. He feels so overwhelmed, and his cock won't stop twitching as he pinches his far too sensitive tits. "Why do you think I'm here?"

"To—" Cloud chokes on it a little, but if he doesn't know anything else about all this… "To watch me."

"Correct. Good boy." Cloud whimpers and his hips buck. That same dark, delicious laughter rings through the static. Cloud thinks he can hear the real, unfiltered thing out in the dark. "If I'm here to watch you, what should you have been doing?"

Cloud's head is spinning. He yanks his tits again and moans, widening his stance as he breathes heavily through it. He wants to thrust against the air, but sir didn't say he could do that, said his dick doesn't deserve any attention yet. Cloud has to be good. Cloud has to be good.

"Showing you," Cloud finally gasps out, legs shaking as he pinches and rolls and assaults his own chest for this strange person's enjoyment. "I-I touched myself and didn't show you."

"Good boy," the voice croons. Cloud whimpers again, eyes locked with the shadowy figure's. "That's alright, pretty thing. I'm not angry. But I do need to punish you, don't I?"

"Please," Cloud gasps. "I'll take it, please, whatever you want, I'll—"

"Shhhhh," the voice soothes, and Cloud clamps his mouth shut. "There are better things to beg me for. I'll tell you what you need. And my good boy will listen, won't he?"

Cloud nods, desperate, feeling overfed and starved all at once. He couldn't dream of this. It's so good and it's not enough yet. He feels so greedy, knows he is, but if this is what he'll be given, he wants it, holy fuck he wants it.

"Hands behind your back again." Cloud knows for sure this time that he sees a smile wink through the dark. "I want you to hump the glass until you cum. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes sir," Cloud says breathlessly.

He grasps each of his forearms behind his back, pressing his body up against the glass. The glass is a shock against his hot, swollen nipples, and he winces. The glass feels just as cold against his cock as Cloud thought, but instead of wanting to shrivel away, he only trembles into it, hips already bucking at the stimulation.

"Mmn. What a pretty cock," comes a coo through the speaker. It's not as staticky as before. Is it because the figure is closer than before? Did the connection get better? "Yes. You were very unkind for keeping this sight from me, Cloud."

"'M sorry, sir," Cloud mumbles, cheek smushed against the cold glass. Did he tell the figure his name? How long have they been using it already?

"If you're sorry, make it worth my while."

Cloud does as he's been told, rolling his hips up against the glass. He catches a rhythm slowly, made awkward by his arms being pinned behind him. He mourns not being able to look directly at the figure, but the cold of the door against his cheek is helping his flush. If he presses close enough, he can press his balls to the glass too, moaning as the cool feeling spreads against the entire underside of his cock.

"So very pretty," the voice praises, and Cloud whines. "You were made to show off, weren't you? I bet your hole would be just as greedy as your cock."

Cloud's next noise of arousal is a little confused. He's never played with his ass before. He's known he's attracted to pretty much anyone that can be mean to him, but he's also a virgin. He's never really thought of penetration so much as…being watched. Being hurt. Being insulted.

"You would. I can already see it." It sounds hungry, and close, impossibly, like the voice is right against Cloud's ear. Cloud whines in response. "I won't ever hurt you, but I'll make sure it hurts a little. Just for you. You'll like that, won't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Cloud whines, even uncertain of it, just the knowing that the figure would use him, that he'd be good, that's enough. He'd bend when told, spread himself for the strange person to see.

"Faster, Cloud."

Cloud goes faster, moaning nonstop now, slipping against the glass as precum covers the underside of his cock. A soft slick noise comes with every thrust now, making him feel even more filthy and disgusting than before.

"You can cum like this," the voice says, and Cloud swears he feels breath across his neck, warm and moist. He pants harder, eyes squinted shut as he desperately tries to find the peak of his pleasure. "You're putting on such a good show. Go on. Whenever you want. Let me see the face you make when you cum."

"Please," Cloud sobs out, slipping against his own slick, trying to thrust against the door and only losing friction the more turned on he is. "Please, I can't."

"Hmm." Then silence. Too long.

Cloud opens his eyes instinctually, turning his head to find the figure again. Is it closer? Is that a sheen of leather that Cloud spots? Oh, fuck, is it going to come closer? Is it going to come inside? Will it—

"Open the door, Cloud," the voice croons. "Open it, and stay inside."

Cloud feels paralyzed. If he does this, he's really out of his mind, truly thinking only with his dick. Is he seriously about to be that stupid?

"I'd never hurt you any more than you wanted, beautiful," the figure sing-songs. "Open the door."

Cloud finally realizes the walkie-talkie hasn't been used for a minute now, and he has no idea how long it had stopped beforehand. Still, the figure's voice is as clear as if he was in the room. That should be terrifying. That should be why Cloud shivers.

It's not.

Cloud bends down to raise the wood plank off the rails and slides the door open. The night air is a bit colder than the daytime, but the chill that rolls over him is no stronger than when he'd pressed himself against the door.

"Good boy," the figure croons. "If that's not enough, why don't we try something else?"

"What," Cloud says hoarsely. He gets no answer. He shouldn't have expected any.

The person comes closer. And closer. The light plays over pale skin, broad chest, leather straps and long leather coat, bright green eyes, brighter silver hair, and the most beautiful person Cloud's ever seen. If it's a person he's looking at. He hopes it is. If it's a person at least then he won't feel as bad about wanting to fuck it. Or get fucked by it. Or literally whatever they're willing to give him.

"Perhaps you need something more…" Cloud can see its tongue click across its teeth, it's so close, and are those fangs? Did Cloud see fangs? And god, wait, its undoing a strap around its middle, then their broad shoulders are tilting side to side as it pushes the sleeves of its coat off. "Substantial?"

Cloud stops breathing as they continue to approach, their coat held out in front until its right in front of Cloud. They're fully visible now, from the slender shadow of its brow to the curve of its smirk. So many miles of pale, pale skin, straps over their chest covering their nipples. Gorgeous. Cloud can't understand why it'd ever watch him.

"You haven't finished making it up to me," it says, silkier without the filter of the radio, but Cloud can't help but feel like he's been hearing them like this all along. Their smile has only a wink of teeth, more a curling smirk than anything. "Go on. Finish the show."

Cloud swallows, and looks down at the coat held in front of him. Leather. He keeps his hands behind his back and, hesitantly, glancing up every second, takes a step forward. Then another, then tiny, shifting steps, until his cock rubs up against smooth, cool leather.

"There you are," it coos down at him. "Now be good and finish what you started."

Cloud whimpers, clenches his hands around his forearms, and starts to roll his hips again. His mouth hangs open, his noises escaping into the open air. He's completely exposed, utterly naked in the open air. Anything can see him rutting up against a leather coat, held up as he's amusedly watched.

"It's not," Cloud gasps out, whining as the head of his cock keeps catching on the seams of the coat. "Not—"

"It is enough. It will be. You will cum, exposing yourself like a slut, rutting against my coat," it demands, voice firm, caressing down Cloud's spine. Cloud bucks his hips harder, sobbing openly, feeling tears roll down his heated cheeks. "And I want you to say my name when you do."

"Fuck," Cloud gasps, rutting as hard as he can against the heavy fabric, rolling his hips faster, faster, heat swimming under his skin. This belongs to the thing ordering him, and it wants him to cum all over its clothes, wants him to hump it and mark it like the stupid sex-brained beast he is. The more it sinks in, the more desperate Cloud feels. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"Sephiroth," it says, hovering above the coat, eyes burning down when Cloud glances up. He's arrested by the eyes all over again, hips still moving, breaths choking as the pleasure tightens in his stomach. "Say it. Now."

"Sephiroth," Cloud gasps, twitching closer, eyes rolling back into his head as the cold air, the heavy coat, Sephiroth's gaze, all pull at the tightness in his gut. "Sephiroth, Sephiroth, Sephiroth."

His vision whites out and his entire body jerks up, nails digging into his arms as he cums wth a long, reedy keen. It echoes through the woods, and Cloud flushes deeper even as his cock continues to jerk against leather, spurting streaks of white up the coat. His knees shake and he pries his eyes open, finding Sephiroth's eyes. They're so bright they could be aflame.

"Good boy," Sephiroth praises. Its voice is saccharine, and Cloud realizes that's the sweet undertone he's been hearing this entire time. (...Affection?)

Then the coat moves. Cloud shivers as it brushes against him as it passes, Sephiroth pulling it higher into their arms, until the part where Cloud came on it is right in front of its face.

Cloud's mouth hangs open as Sephiroth's tongue lolls from their mouth, licking through the streaks of white near luxuriantly. Cloud becomes aware of every drop of sweat on every inch of his skin, flushed hot and sensitive to the cold air. He whimpers as Sephiroth makes another pass, the trail of his tongue perfectly following the paths of white.

"Mmm." Its mouth curls into another smirk, tongue peeking out to run over its lips. "Consider me satisfied."

"Sephiroth," Cloud breathes out, black spots still swimming in his vision. "Don't…"

"I'll never be far," they breathe into the space between them. It's voice is saccharine, and Cloud realizes that's the sweet undertone he's been hearing this entire time Cloud swears its breath is cold as the wind on his naked skin. "I'll always be watching."

Cloud blinks and its silhouette is gone, and he's alone, staring out into the woods, no noise returning to him but his own heavy breathing.

Cloud steps back into the house. He closes the door. He closes the curtains. He slowly sinks to the floor and holds his head in his hands.

He's going to be jerking off to that for the rest of his life. God he's so fucked.