Power Play [Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Rufus, R]

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Title: Power Play
Author/Artist: sagemuraken
Rating: R (18+)
Warnings: Sex, dub con, bondage/light torture
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Rufus: BDSM - "Which of us is master now?"
Word count: 1728




Rufus felt light-headed. He groaned as he awakened. Had he been drugged? Or simply knocked unconscious? Either way he was waking up now to the unknown.

His legs and arms felt numb. He tried to move them but they wouldn't budge. With an effort he opened his eyes and looked to see what was wrong. He was standing upright and he could see his arms were outstretched and restrained by some thin but extremely strong metallic cord. Looking down, he saw that his ankles were similarly bound.

He also noticed that he was completely naked.

His gaze shot up again at a sound from across the room. He should have been frightened, if not by the cords or the indecency, than by the figure he saw.

Sephiroth.

The man's long silvery hair fell in glistening waterfalls, framing steely eyes. He had risen from a chair at seeing Rufus Shinra waking up at last but for now he did nothing but stand and stare. It was intimidating but Rufus refused to acknowledge this. He stared back and gritted his teeth.

"I demand that you release me at once. Where are my clothes?"

"Is the President cold?" Sephiroth's lips held the hint of a smirk. His eyes glanced down. "It doesn't seem so."

Rufus felt his cheeks grow hot in indignation. "How dare you hold me in this way."

"You have no sway here, Mr President," he said the title with amused disdain. "You have no power in this place. Here, you are merely my plaything."

Rufus was becoming angrier and even more indignant. He was disgusted at being treated in such a manner. He felt he deserved respect, especially from such as Sephiroth.

"Do you plan to murder me like you did my father?" Rufus held his own ground, despite the state he was in.

"Nothing so quick," came the reply.

Rufus's lips pressed together angrily. He didn't speak again for a moment. He still wasn't scared. He was too annoyed to be scared. Where had his Turks been? How had he ended up like this? Surely they were looking for him and had not abandoned him to this madman?

"We are going to find out shortly which of us is the better man," Sephiroth said. "Who has the most power. The strongest will. Who is the master of whom."

Rufus now glared at the other man. Fury was building in his chest, so much so that he was feeling hot all over from the emotion.

Sephiroth gave out a light laugh at the expression. "I think you like this. Are you up to a challenge, President Shinra?"

Rufus remained silently glaring.

Sephiroth approached him. A gloved hand pressed against his chest. "Your heart is beating very fast. Are you getting turned on yet?"

Rufus turned his head away, a frown marring his youthful face.

Sephiroth's hand swept lower, fingers wrapping around Rufus's cock. Rufus bit his lip, trying to hold back any sign of liking that attention. His body, however, rebelled against his brain.

"Hmm," Sephiroth rubbed his thumb over the head, feeling it move in his hand. "Is all that coldness just for show, after all?"

Rufus twisted where he stood, trying to twist away from that touch. It was making him feel hot in an entirely different way. His mind told him how humiliating this all was but his body reacted anyway. Sephiroth's hand quickened on him, rubbing harder until he was fully erect, then let him go before it went all the way.

Rufus took a deep breath and turned his angry gaze to Sephiroth again. "Stop this. Let me go."

"Still thinking you're the master here? Once I'm finished with you, we'll see who is the one ending up on their knees."

Sephiroth circled around behind Rufus. It took an effort for Rufus to remain still, facing front and not trying to look over his shoulder. He felt a body press against his back. Sephiroth was still fully clothed and the fabric was rough on his skin. He gritted his teeth and maintained his silence.

"I want you to beg. I want to hear you say I'm your master," Sephiroth whispered near Rufus's ear. He reached up and stretched the cords, straining Rufus's limbs further. The blond made a slight sound of pain which he quickly muted.

"Never," he snarled through clenched teeth, then had to gasp as he felt Sephiroth's hand grip him again.

"When you cry my name, make sure to call me master," Sephiroth sucked on the curve between Rufus's neck and shoulder. Rufus squirmed as his cock was massaged to fullness again but he couldn't escape. Moving only made the silver cord bite harder into his wrists and ankles. When he felt Sephiroth's teeth nip his skin, drawing blood, all he could do was try to subdue any sounds welling up in his throat.

He then felt more movement at his backside, followed by something hard and hot poking down there. He jerked away but was pulled back by Sephiroth's hands, one of which tightened around his erection.

"It's your duty to pleasure me too," Sephiroth pushed inside him, causing Rufus to cry out at the suddenness of it.

He shuddered, tears pricking his eyes but he blinked them away. He had to be strong. Showing weakness was what the brute wanted.

Sephiroth groaned as he pushed deeper, his hand working harder on Rufus. Any pain behind him was countered by that increasing pleasure in front. Rufus twisted again but this time it was to feel more. He let out a moan. Sephiroth smiled in triumph as he thrust harder. The President was at his mercy, even if he hadn't yet given Sephiroth the words he wanted to hear. He pounded into Rufus, aroused heavily by what he was doing and the tightness he was enveloped in. As he felt Rufus's body reacting favourably, he wrapped his fingers so tight around Rufus's cock that the blond gave a sharply disappointed cry. He had just been about to climax but it was cut off. He groaned loudly and angrily pushed back against Sephiroth, which only succeeded in giving the taller man a burst of extra pleasure.

"Good...," Sephiroth murmured. "Your ass feels so amazing, did you know that? Has anyone else ever told you how tight you are? How good it is to fuck you like this?"

Rufus, panting in frustration, tried to pull himself forward and away but there was nowhere to go. He grimaced as he felt the cords cut deeper and Sephiroth behind him, driving in even harder.

"Tell me," Sephiroth said, almost conversationally as his hips continued their forceful movements. "Say it to me. Admit that I'm now your master."

Rufus growled. "No."

Sephiroth gripped him so tight it hurt, but not only because he was so sensitive from his arousal. He was unrelenting in his pace as he continued to thrust deep and strong into him. Rufus shuddered as the pain once again began to turn into pleasure. That friction inside, it was making him heady again and he didn't even realise this time when he moaned. Sephiroth relaxed his hold on Rufus's cock and the blonde’s hips jerked wantonly. Fingers lightly played over his length and it was enough to send him over the edge to his release. He shuddered once more, all over, and his legs buckled but the cords kept him upright, as did Sephiroth, still embedded inside him.

"Naughty.... Coming before me," Sephiroth bucked and let out a low grunt as he climaxed, but he was unsatisfied with the result.

He pulled out and Rufus sagged where he was standing. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. His body felt like it was tingling all over but the blossoms of pain in his limbs distracted from any of his pleasure.

"Let's try this again," Sephiroth was again in front of him. He could hear him moving and when he opened his eyes he saw that the man's cock was back in his pants. He looked up to Sephiroth's face.

"What are you going to do?" Even Rufus could hear the tremor in his own voice. He took in a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He still didn't feel afraid but the experience had been draining.

"The point of this exercise is for you to admit that I am in control. We will continue until you have relinquished your position of power," Sephiroth was now raising his sword. He pointed it toward Rufus, glancing along his neck and Rufus held his breath. It then proceeded lower, the blade making a few minor cuts to the pale chest. Rufus winced, though it seemed that Sephiroth did not want to cause him any serious injury. It appeared to be another intimidation device. Rufus refused to crack. He defiantly looked at Sephiroth, even as blood trickled over his skin.

"And then you kill me?"

"We shall see."

Sephiroth put the sword down again.

Rufus straightened in his bonds though he still felt physically weakened.

"Round two? Shall we?" Sephiroth began, producing a length of leather and he started wrapping Rufus's cock in it, strapping it tightly against his leg. "This time... it will be my turn first." He picked up his sword again and with two swift cuts, sliced through the cords that held his captive's arms up. With no support Rufus did fall to his knees with a surprised cry coming strained through his clenched teeth. His parted legs were very uncomfortable in this new position but he endured it with more glares.

Sephiroth revealed himself again, stroking himself a few times so that he became harder. Rufus's arms felt like lead, he couldn't yet raise them but it was clear when Sephiroth now approached him that the man didn't want him to use his hands. Rufus turned his head, refusing to do what Sephiroth wanted. The silver-haired man paused then picked up another length of leather strip. He bound Rufus's wrists together behind his back, further restricting the blonde’s movements once more. He struggled briefly but it was useless.

"Now, the quicker you obey me, the quicker you'll get your own enjoyment back," Sephiroth lifted Rufus's chin to get the man to look at him. "I don't care how many rounds this takes. So. Are you ready, Mr President?"