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[ they tell him he won't make soldier. no amount of training can fix a weakness of the soul. the mako doesn't agree with him - he's bedridden for three days after the initial test, and upon discharge, told he'll nnot be allowed to apply again. on the very same day he'd tendered his resignation, apologizing to his squadmates for letting them down, and left a message to the turk who had helped him on the trains as well as zack fair, thanking them for their belief in him, however ill-placed.
he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.
don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.
andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.
( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )
so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.
and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.
the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]
Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -
[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.
the blonde pulls a face.
don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.
he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]
he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.
don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.
andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.
( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )
so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.
and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.
the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]
Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -
[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.
the blonde pulls a face.
don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.
he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]
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Date: 2020-05-08 03:42 pm (UTC)Very good.
[ Tseng does not have the occasion to make many corrections. The sway of Cloud's hips between his legs is perfectly on beat. The captivating cover of his blue eyes is exquisite. But still, he draws him nearer, inviting him on to his lap with one hand sliding under Cloud's thigh to support him. ]
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Date: 2020-05-08 04:26 pm (UTC)he'd met a turk once. she'd been absolutely nothing compared to this man - she'd been human, and touchable, readable even in the midst of a crisis. i know who you are could mean that he knew all of this... no. there was no could about it. his story isn't terribly unique - soldier washouts either went back home, took other positions within shinra, or eventually found their way to the don's arena. the only difference was that he'd started taking his clothes off for a living instead of beating people bloody for sport.
but that sort of remained a hobby.
his fingers skim down the man's chest, before he reaches back up to start undoing the clasp of the first layer of this stupid costume, hand returning to rest against his shoulder. an open invitation to take it off. ]
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Date: 2020-05-09 04:20 pm (UTC)[ Unreadable as this man may be, direction is still needed. Tseng has always had a soft spot for trashy little upstarts in need of guidance. Cloud doesn't realize that all of his power in this room is commanded by his netted thighs and the slick silhouette his bodice cuts him, and that is a travesty.
Instead, he licks his lips to a razor's edge shine. Leans forward to breathe in the lovely heat at the base of Cloud's throat in a way that gives his kiss connection, an inextricable lock. And always, those hands on Cloud's hips are guiding him to rock this and that way, to lift upon his lap and descend slow, slower, the murmurs he's embedding deep into Cloud's skin reaching a particular vibrato when he gets it just right. ]
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Date: 2020-05-10 05:58 am (UTC)the kid is a good dancer. not great at seduction, not great at seeming like he really wants it. he grinds their hips together, eyes fluttering shut with the breathiest of moans parting his lips. ]
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Date: 2020-05-15 04:23 am (UTC)The sounds Cloud makes are decadent. And they have only come this far; Tseng's head is swimming with possibilities. ]
What whorish sounds you make.
[ He says it the same way he's said everything tonight: a deceptive politesse in his tone, something that is too courteous to not be cut-throat. ]
Do you like to be treated like one too?
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Date: 2020-05-15 04:40 am (UTC)but they don't pay to hear that, he knows that. the clientele from shinra come to play hard with a pretty doll they can put back on the shelf when they're done, something they aren't responsible for fixing. under ordinary circumstances he knows what he's to say - to cant his hips down and press his lips to tseng's ear, breathe that he wants to be used like the two-bit slut he is. there's a reason there are full cure materias in the back, magical potential maxed out from extreme use.
but the way he asks strikes the wrong nerve. rubs raw against pride he shouldn't still have, arrogance that he should have dropped long ago.
whorish isn't a new term. he's heard it a thousand times, but never in thaat tone of voice. never so in such cloying tones, deceptively pleasant despite the under. tseng's voice is the sweet nectar, his eyes the infinite depths of the flytrap. cloud's used to disassociating, taking pleasure where he can get it and counting down the clock when he can't. he's used to it, to compartmentalizing, to gently sparing himself further pain by not opening his mouth.
his fingers walk a path up tseng's arm, trailing through the silky curtain of his hair. he'd always liked long hair, though he prefers silver to onyx. ]
Do you really care what I like?
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Date: 2020-05-15 05:49 am (UTC)[ Spoken like it's obvious. He doesn't bat an eye at this obvious plaything speaking out of turn; if anything, that wicked sense of delight in his roaming gaze transforms into something more vivid, more intrigued.
And his hands are still gentle, even as they soar across the vulnerable netted flesh of Cloud's inner thighs, coaxing them open wider, until he's bowed and splayed across Tseng's lap. There is a very deep sound in the pit of Tseng's throat, which on anyone else would sound like approval. His is that, but something more, a different beast waiting in the dark. ]
I'm obviously going to tear you apart.
[ The fingers drifting down Cloud's chest do not pause in their descent; they sink lower, his palm clasping over the bulge in his little outfit. Those fingers beckon beneath him, stroking hard through fabric so that Cloud can really feel it through the barrier between them. Tseng starts rubbing him down, hard and soft at the same time, one arm hooked over Cloud's shoulder to keep him trapped in it. ]
I want you to hate how much you like it.
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Date: 2020-05-18 06:53 am (UTC)the man has beautiful eyes. deadly and venomous, but lovely from afar. it's only this close that he can see the true danger.
he brings his free hand up to brush that lovely dark hair back from his face, using that small gesture to try to slow his own racing heart. tear you apart could very well be literal. he wouldn't be the first bee to go missing, and he surely won't be the last. ]
I can act however you want me to act. [ he strokes a thumb alone one fine cheekbone. ] But I don't know if you can make me hate something I'm going to like.
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Date: 2020-05-19 02:20 am (UTC)[ There is an emphasis on 'perfect'—not overt, but a slight lean into each consonant until they become a collective hiss in Cloud's ear. His hands have slowed, turned to toying with the lovely impression Cloud's cock makes against the taut fabric of his uniform. That is where his gaze lingers for just a moment, as his fingers swerve and pull and crush with fine enough pressure to feel how engorged he has become. ]
Cloud.
[ he says, tongue sliding over his lips to wet them at the sight upon his lap. Tseng's hand drifts to carefully undo a button on his trousers and slide down the zip with a muted purr. His hands do not stay away for long; they flutter right back again, fingers tangling in Cloud's hair, one hand cradling his cheek as he presses him down. ]
Would you be so kind as to show me what you can do?