Fated Encounters, Part I

Cloud slipped through the debris, using the back alleys where possible. Everything here was on fire and people were screaming in pain and fear. But Cloud didn't notice. For the first time, a woman had touched him. It wasn't the same as mounting Tifa, hearing confessions of love and cries of orgasm. But surely he'd fuck pussy soon.

Then he saw him. Tall, lean, muscular. Long silver hair. A true legend. But he was dead. He had to be. The man slipped down a narrow alleyway, and as Cloud followed, the foul mako fumes were replaced with the scent of wood burning. No, a town burning. His town. And then Cloud saw it was him.

"This can't be ... I killed you! You're dead!" Cloud shouted.

"Am I?" Sephiroth asked, sounding bored. "Perhaps you did, a crowning moment to be sure. But I am here for a favor Cloud. The planet is dying."

"A ... favor?" Cloud croaked.

"Yes. You were also a good puppet, Cloud. My favorite puppet. Should the world end, the ties that bound us then would be severed. And I prefer to remember my favorite. So remember, puppet. Run away. You have to leave. You have to live."

Cloud cursed, pulling out the sword to end Sephiroth. Only for everything to be gone. Must be the mako fumes, Cloud thought, embarrassed. But why was his cock leaking anew. And his asshole twitching, almost in anticipation?