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Fic: Prisoner of War
Title: Prisoner of War
Characters: Sephiroth/Genesis/Cloud
Series: FFVII: Crisis Core
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 707
Warnings: Bondage, knife play.
The Mission: Battle Plans | Special Assignment | Deep Cover | Code Word | Prisoner of War | Suspicious Activity | Surveillance | Hazard Pay | Debriefing
Art: Hot Dinner | Alt Link: DeviantArt

He shivered when they brought out the knives. The quiet one liked to use them on him, trailing the fine points along his skin while the noisy one watched and made lewd suggestions. Cloud tried not shake as he felt the honed edge glide down his throat.

They had not cut him yet and wouldn't, not if he behaved himself and gave them what they wanted. There had been a few close calls though, when he thrashed too hard in his bindings, before he learned to be still.

He had tried confessing, making up information that he thought they would want until he realized it wasn't information they wanted from him. He still had the marks from that first night, rings left by rough rope around his ankles, binding him down for them. Hysterical laughter bubbled up and died just as quickly as the knife slid past one peaked nipple.

They kept him bound these days, one way or another. He tried, always tried, to squirm his way out, to find something sharp he could hide between his fingers. The loud one always caught him though, watchful as he was noisy. And then the knives began. Cloud stared straight ahead, not wanting to see where the blade trailed, over a chest crossed with hemp rope and still marred by their teeth.

That was what they had wanted all along. If he hadn't been bound up at the time he could have kicked himself. No one wanted what information a grunt like him might have and he was too low down the pole to be any worth as a bargaining chip. No one would come looking for him. No one would care. He was theirs to play with and so they played.

They took far too much joy out of seeing how far his body could bend, in wrapping that rough rope around him in intricate patterns. They used him like a practice toy, in more ways than one and he protested every time, till they brought out the knives and made him quake down to his knees even as he grew hopelessly hard. He had considered begging more than once, afraid of the edge, of the threat, of his own complete helplessness before them, but one steady, challenging stare from the quiet one and the words died on his lips. No, he would not give in so easily.

The point of the knife dipped into Cloud's navel and he whimpered despite every intention not to. The noisy one murmured something in gutter Wutanese. Cloud could have laughed. He was picking it up, bit by bit. Strange way to learn a language.

The quiet one agreed and the knife was set aside for the moment. Cloud tried to twist away but he was hoisted up over a broad shoulder and hauled off to the bed. He hit the mattress hard, face down. They were on him before he could roll away, pressing down on his shoulders and stroking his legs. He tried kicking backwards and earned a stinging slap for the effort. His arms were bound straight behind his back, wrists encased by coils of rope too intricate to follow. There were so few options for retaliation and Cloud knew he wasn't strong enough for any of them.

The silent one pulled Cloud's hips up. The sound of the zipper had him biting his lips. He breathed hard over the slick sounds of preparation, bracing himself for the inevitable. The first thrust drove a muffled cry from his throat, then another. There was one more as his face was pushed into the stifling bedding. He had no leverage to turn himself, much less get free. He could barely breathe.

“Hey, ease up,” he heard the noisy one whisper. The thrusting paused momentarily and large hands reached down, turning Cloud's head carefully to the side. “Okay?” Bright eyes smirked down at him. Cloud barely had time to nod before he was being pounded into the mattress again.

“Go easy on him, okay? He's still sore from last time,” the noisy one chided. Cloud tried not to laugh. His SOLDIER boys loved their tie-up games and he had to admit, he rather liked them too.