Retaliation

The celebration at Seventh Heaven lasted less than an hour. Barret bought a round. Jessie laughed too loud. Biggs and Wedge argued over who had dropped more troopers. Tifa poured drinks behind the bar while Cloud sat in the corner, still tasting her from the tunnel.

The first warning came as a low rumble that shook dust from the ceiling. Then the alarms started. Distant at first, then closer. Barret’s radio crackled with panicked reports. Shinra had decided the undercity was expendable. The plate above Sector 7 was coming down.

Chaos erupted. People flooded the streets. Metal supports groaned overhead. The team scattered to help evacuate. Cloud and Tifa ran for the main pillar controls, hoping to buy time. Jessie stayed behind to grab the remaining explosives. Biggs and Wedge tried to clear the lower levels.

They never made it back.

The plate dropped with a sound like the world ending. The sky turned black with falling debris. Buildings collapsed. Fire and dust filled every street. Cloud grabbed Tifa and dragged her into a side alley as the main support structure gave way. The shockwave threw them both to the ground. When the worst of the collapse passed, Sector 7 was gone. A smoking crater of twisted metal and bodies stretched where the slums had been.

They found Jessie’s body under a fallen beam, still clutching one of her charges. Biggs and Wedge were nowhere in the rubble. Barret survived, gun-arm bloodied, face set in pure rage. He and the remaining survivors pulled what few people they could from the wreckage, then the group moved toward Sector 5 under cover of the chaos.

Aerith found them first. She had been looking for Cloud since the church. When she saw the state of the survivors she led them to a quiet basement shelter beneath a closed flower shop. The space was small and dim. Barret sat against the wall with his head in his hands. The few others collapsed into exhausted silence.

Tifa pulled Cloud into a side storage room and shut the door. Her clothes were torn and filthy. Dust streaked her face. She shoved him against the wall, yanked his cock free, and dropped to her knees. She took him into her mouth with desperate urgency, sucking hard and deep, tears cutting clean lines through the dirt on her cheeks. Cloud tangled his fingers in her hair and fucked her throat until he came, thick and hot across her tongue. Tifa swallowed, stood, and turned around. She braced her hands on a stack of crates, pushed her ruined skirt up, and looked back at him.

“I need to feel something else,” she said. “Right now.”

Cloud stepped in behind her, lined up, and drove into her cunt in one long thrust. She was wet and tight and already shaking. He fucked her hard and steady, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the small room. Tifa pushed back against every stroke, moaning into her forearm to keep quiet. When she came her whole body locked up, cunt pulsing around him in strong waves. Cloud kept going, chasing his own release, and buried himself deep when he finished, flooding her with another heavy load.

They stayed joined for a long moment, breathing hard. Outside the door Barret’s voice rose in anger and grief. Aerith moved among the survivors, offering water and quiet words.

Tifa fixed her clothes as best she could. Cum leaked down her thighs. She looked at Cloud, eyes red but steady.

“We bury them. Then we make Shinra pay.”

Cloud nodded once. The Sector 7 plate was gone. Most of Avalanche was dead. The war against Shinra had just turned personal.