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Cloud was sitting on his bed, surrounded by a set of very peculiar items. Needles, threads, scissors, and even some yarn. His fingers were covered in bandaids, but he didn’t mind. A few cuts and pinpricks were a small price to pay to achieve his goal.
Currently, he was obsessed with making a rag doll.
He’d never done anything like this before. Until a few days ago, he hadn’t even known how to thread a needle, and now he was already making a doll. And yeah, maybe he should have started with something smaller, but he had no actual interest in sewing. All he wanted was this doll.
Knowing he’d be in way over his head, his mother had offered to help, but Cloud insisted on doing it himself.
The doll had been her idea, actually. You see, Cloud was a very big fan of General Sephiroth, and he had a growing collection of his memorabilia in his room. Some might call it a shrine, but Cloud hated using that word. It made him seem obsessed, which he wasn’t! He was just a fan of the general’s bravery and heroism. He found them inspiring. When he got older, Cloud wanted to be just like Genera Sephiroth.
And since Cloud was trying to collect as many Sephiroth related items as he could, he was very excited to hear about a new action figure coming out. He saw a commercial for it on TV and glued his face to the screen, his heart pounding in excitement. The figure was so detailed and beautiful… Cloud simply had to have it! He grabbed a pen and paper and quickly scribbled down all the relevant information.
As the commercial reached its end, it showed the release date and, finally, the price.
Cloud’s stomach dropped. There was no way they could afford it. The figure cost more than two months’ rent. His mother was already struggling to support them, and Cloud knew that he couldn’t ask for such an extravagant gift.
Yet he couldn’t simply forget about it, either.
Thinking about the figure left him moping around the house for days. He was crestfallen, his mother had called it. His gloom was so deep that it was making her worry. And so, she gave him an idea. Why not make a doll of his own? It might not be as nice as the official one, but it would be unique, which would make it even more special. And working hard to make it himself would be an even greater sign of his devotion.
Cloud loved the idea and immediately set to it. His mother showed him the basics, but he insisted on doing everything else himself. After all, that was the whole point! His effort and dedication were the things that would make this doll special!
With the help of his mother, he found some fine silver yarn to use for the hair, and she got him some scraps of fabric he could use for the skin and clothes. Cloud was practically vibrating with excitement, counting down the days until the doll would finally be complete!
Ever since he’d started, he’d spent every waking moment working on that doll. His stitchwork was terrible, and some of the seams looked like they would come undone at the slightest touch, but he was still incredibly proud of himself and what he’d accomplished.
The doll was still far from finished, but it was already starting to resemble the general. Its crowning feature were the two shiny green buttons he’d used for the eyes. They reflected the light in a peculiar way, giving the impression that they were following you wherever you moved. Those buttons were stunning and made the doll appear alive.
Its body was stuffed with cotton balls, since Cloud couldn’t find—or afford—anything better. This wasn’t a big problem; all that mattered was that it looked good.
As it was, the doll couldn’t be washed, but Cloud would just have to be extra careful not to get it dirty. He had no intention of taking it outside, anyway, so he was sure nothing bad would happen to it in his room.
Over the course of a week, he’d made great progress. He’d already completed the head—those shiny green buttons were set above a stern red line that represented a mouth, and long, soft threads of silver yarn fell around the sides. It was a bit simple, but anyone could tell at a glance who the doll represented. Somehow, he’d managed to capture Sephiroth’s exact likeness. Or maybe it was just the green eyes and silver hair that made it obvious. Either way, Cloud was damn proud of himself.
He was currently working on attaching the head to the body. His mother had warned him to be extra careful with that—he had to stuff the neck properly, so the doll wouldn’t end up with a droopy head. The mere thought of Sephiroth having a droopy head was scandalous! So Cloud jammed as much cotton in there as he could.
Unfortunately, that made it difficult to pass the needle through the material, and he struggled with the seams even more than before. At one point, the needle got stuck. Cloud tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge, so he yanked it out roughly. That worked, but not as he’d hoped. The needle stabbed him in the finger, blood gushing from the wound. It was hard to believe there could be so much blood from such a tiny wound! Some of it even got on the doll.
Cloud gasped, horrified, and put the doll away. He popped the finger in his mouth, sucking on the excess blood. The needle had barely pricked him; there was no pain, and the blood was already stopping, but all of that was unimportant, because there was now an ugly red stain on his Sephiroth!
Doll in hand, Cloud ran to the bathroom. He grabbed the soap, a sponge, and he’d almost dunked Sephiroth underwater when he remembered the cotton ball stuffing. He couldn’t get it wet! The water was still running, and Cloud just stood there like an idiot, staring at the ugly stain, not knowing what to do.
That was how his mother found him a few minutes later.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Claudia asked. He looked like he was about to cry.
“I ruined it,” he said.
She caressed his hair gently and took the doll from him. “It’s not ruined. Look!”
When Claudia straightened the doll’s head, the stain wasn’t visible. “Once you finish stitching it together, no one will know it’s there.”
“I’ll know,” Cloud mumbled petulantly, and Claudia chuckled.
“Well, think of it this way—you poured your blood, sweat and tears into it.”
“I didn’t sweat all over it!” Cloud flushed angrily. “And I didn’t cry.”
“I know, honey. It’s just a saying,” Claudia explained, smiling. “What matters is that nothing is ruined. It just proves how hard you worked on it.”
That finally made Cloud feel a bit better. “I guess.”
“Do you want me to finish stitching the head for you?”
“No! I’ll do it,” Cloud snatched the doll back. “Thanks, Ma.”
Claudia smiled, watching him run back to his room.
Cloud woke up around midnight, feeling like he was being watched. He sat upright and looked around, but there was no one there. The room was empty save for him and the doll, but the creepy feeling refused to go away. His heart was pounding, but he tried to tell himself he was being silly. The window was closed, and Ma was right next door. No one could have sneaked into his room!
Cloud took a few deep breaths and tried to fall asleep, but he was too worked up and anxious. After tossing and turning for a while, he sighed and opened his eyes. The feeling of being watched refused to go away, setting him on edge, making his skin crawl. There was no way he’d be able to fall back asleep.
Next to Cloud’s pillow was his half-finished doll, and he took a moment to look at it. The green buttons glistened in the moonlight, making it look more alive than ever. It almost seemed like the doll was the one watching him. A shiver ran through him at the thought.
Now that the idea had entered his head, it wouldn’t leave him.
What would it be like to have the real Sephiroth sitting on his bed, watching him? Just imagining it was making him blush, making him feel unbearably warm. The doll’s eyes seemed fixated on him, and Cloud pictured the real Sephiroth undressing him with his eyes. Those cold, stern green eyes that always glared at the camera.
Against all sense, Cloud’s body was starting to react. He groaned into his pillow, frustrated with himself. His skin felt electrified, arousal coursing through his veins. Now he definitely wouldn’t be able to fall asleep! Not until he’d dealt with the insistent throbbing between his legs.
But then he thought—why not? After all, he was alone. No one would know if he jerked off to the thoughts of General Sephiroth. That still didn’t mean Cloud was obsessed with the man! The general was just… objectively gorgeous.
Cloud kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed and stretched out on his back. For some reason, the uneasy feeling of being watched intensified. Cloud looked to the side, his eyes meeting those shiny green buttons. He was being ridiculous! There was no need to be embarrassed about doing this in front of a doll. No matter how much it looked like Sephiroth, it wasn’t Sephiroth himself.
Cloud scoffed at himself. The real Sephiroth would never look at someone like him.
But that wouldn’t stop Cloud from imagining it.
He closed his eyes and trailed his hands down his body, twisting his nipples, moving closer and closer to his aching erection. He cupped himself through his clothes and slowly started rocking into his palm.
In his mind’s eye, he imagined Sephiroth standing at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, looking down at him sternly, as if evaluating his performance. “Pump harder, cadet! You’ll have to do better than that if you want a passing grade.”
Cloud giggled, feeling like an idiot for thinking such silly things.
The grading was silly, perhaps, but Cloud would certainly like to put on a show for Sephiroth. To impress him. A man like that must be impossible to impress, Cloud thought sadly. But one day, he’d join SOLDIER and make Sephiroth notice him! Maybe, if he was really lucky, he might even end up in Sephiroth’s bed.
Ah, this was hopeless! His thoughts kept drifting, turning into daydreams about meeting Sephiroth, instead of helping him deal with his pressing problem. With his eyes closed, his imagination ran wild, so Cloud decided to open them instead.
Immediately, they landed on the doll and its impossibly green eyes, almost the exact same shade as Sephiroth’s. And maybe that could work. Staring at them, unable to look away, Cloud’s hand slipped past the waistband of his boxers and finally took hold of his throbbing erection. He was lost in those eyes, adrift in two vast green oceans; nothing in the world existed beyond them.
He gripped his cock, pumping it as quickly as he could. It was amazing, it was wonderful, but at the same time, it felt very strange. His body no longer felt like his own. What was happening? His eyes were wide open; he wasn’t lost in a dream or a fantasy, yet the hands touching him weren’t his own. They were Sephiroth’s hands, jerking him off. Cloud had somehow transcended the physical and lost himself in those eyes, where the sensations morphed into something different, something else.
In reality, there was still only the doll in front of him, but in his mind, there was so much more. Cloud felt hands bigger than his own gripping him, stroking him, playing his body like a fiddle. He moaned, unable to look away, not wanting to break this magical moment. There was laughter echoing in his ears, and the voice sounded so much like Sephiroth’s.
“Come for me, Cloud.”
The words were whispered into his mind and, just like that, he came undone.
Embarrassingly fast, Cloud exploded, streaks of come flying up to his face and pillow. He’d closed his eyes as he came and the strange connection broke. Now it was just his own hands jerking him through the aftershocks. He panted in disbelief, unable to process what the hell had just happened.
When he was fully spent, he wiped the come from his face, blushing and giggling. Wow, that had been… something else.
Almost shyly, he looked at his Sephiroth doll—only to find that some of his jizz had landed on it as well!
Cloud jumped out of bed, horrified, running to get some tissues. Carefully, he wiped it off. He managed to clean off most of the come, but some of it had seeped into the material before he could get to it.
It shouldn’t stain, which was a relief, but it did give the doll a faint… fragrance.
It was barely there. Cloud could only notice it if he pressed his nose directly into the doll, so he figured that no one else would ever know. It was fine. It was just… His blood, sweat and tears, and something else besides, he thought, blushing again.
In truth, Cloud was very pleased that Sephiroth—even in this doll form—carried the scent of his come. With misplaced bravado, Cloud promised himself that someday the real Sephiroth would carry it too.
Cloud spent the next day working on the doll, just as he had all those days before.
Yet, for some reason, he kept getting distracted. Looking at its eyes was making him blush. More than once, he tried sniffing it, trying to catch that faint scent. Every time he did, he’d moan and close his eyes, arousal stirring within him.
In the end, he barely worked on the doll that day, because he had to take multiple breaks to… Well, let’s just say he had urgent business to take care of. He was a teenage boy, after all, and his body had a mind of its own.
That night, he went to bed feeling frustrated and unaccomplished. By the end of the day, he’d made no progress at all.
The doll itself was mostly finished, and it looked absolutely amazing, if Cloud could say so himself. For a rag doll, it held an uncanny resemblance to Sephiroth. The eyes, especially, but not only.
It had a commanding aura, a presence unbefitting of its tiny frame. It was as if it somehow embodied the essence of the real general, and Cloud found himself inexplicably drawn to it.
But regardless of how good it looked, it couldn’t be considered complete until it had some clothes.
That day, Cloud had planned to finish its pants, but all the belts and little details proved to be too much for his limited skill with the needle. And, well, he’d spent most of the day distracted, thinking about green eyes and strong arms, busying his hands with stroking instead of stitching.
Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he’d work on it properly! General Sephiroth, even as a doll, couldn’t be left buck ass naked. It was an indignity unworthy of his greatness! Cloud couldn’t disappoint him; Sephiroth was counting on him!
It didn’t take him long to fall asleep, but only a few short hours later, he was startled awake.
His skin was clammy; he was feeling too hot, almost feverish. When he opened his mouth to take a deep breath, a moan fell out of it instead. Cloud blinked himself awake, but the room was pitch black, shrouded in shadows. There was no moon that night, leaving him in complete darkness. Cloud couldn’t see anything; he could only feel.
Waves of pleasure washed over his body, and Cloud welcomed them. He was still dazed, trapped in that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, so he didn’t think too hard, trying to understand what was happening. All that mattered was that it felt good. And, oh boy, did it ever. It felt amazing!
Cloud’s hips snapped up, seeking friction against whatever was stroking his cock. He was so close. Heat pooled in his belly, threatening to spill over. He moved faster, desperate for release. His hips rocked frantically, grinding against that soft, insistent presence.
And then, the moon broke through the clouds and illuminated the room. Finally, Cloud could see. But what he saw made no sense. Obscured by long shadows, almost hidden between Cloud’s spread knees, was none other than his doll.
Cloud gasped, shocked to find the rag doll moving, rubbing its naked body all over his cock, smearing the precome all over itself.
This had to be a dream. It made no sense otherwise.
But it was a good dream, Cloud decided, as another wave of pleasure crashed over him.
Those green buttons glowed even in the dim light of the moon, set on his face, as if the doll was watching him, studying his reactions. But that would be insane.
Cloud wanted to figure it out, to get to the bottom of it, but… ah, but the pleasure was too great! It was messing with his mind, keeping him distracted. Nothing mattered beyond this overwhelming need.
Cloud closed his eyes and surrendered to it.
And soon, too soon, he was coming, his release exploding between them, covering them both.
Oh no, that might leave a stain, he thought, just before he lost consciousness.
In the morning, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was no sign of anything Cloud had seen the night before. The doll was resting against his pillow innocently, unruffled and unstained. Cloud himself was wearing the same clothes he’d gone to bed in, and they were perfectly clean.
So, the only reasonable conclusion was that he’d dreamt it all.
He rubbed his hands over his face, mortified. What kind of a weirdo had dreams like that? At least, if he’d dreamt about the real Sephiroth, it would have made sense. But why the doll?
Although, Cloud had to admit that he’d been a tad obsessed with it. He’d spent every waking hour, for weeks now, working on it. The doll was constantly at the forefront of his mind, so it made sense that it eventually showed up in his dreams, too. And yeah, maybe the nature of those dreams was a little strange, but Cloud couldn’t deny that he liked Sephiroth in that way.
Yeah. This was all perfectly normal. Nothing for him to worry about.
And that was how Cloud dismissed it all.
He tried to move on with his life, and he would have, except those dreams wouldn’t leave him alone. He’d expected it to be a onetime thing, but it wasn’t. The dreams kept reoccurring every night. There were slight variations between them, but one thing never changed—Sephiroth the doll was always there, pleasuring him until he came so hard that he passed out.
As time went on, Cloud began to worry; the dreams were making him question his sanity. He knew he was getting too obsessed with that doll, too attached. It would do him good to take a break and stop working on it for a while. It had been days since he’d last gone outside, or stayed away from the doll long enough to have dinner with his mother. This was becoming very unhealthy.
But all those dreams were making him even more obsessed. Nowadays, he was openly masturbating, even during the day, holding the doll in his hand. He would either press his face into it, trying to get a whiff of his own scent lingering on it, while his hand moved frantically over his cock, or he would even go as far as to rub the doll over his cock, jerking off with it until he came. And every time, he came with Sephiroth’s name on his lips.
He was no longer worried about stains; he didn’t even think about the seams coming undone. In fact, it was as if the seams had magically straightened and even disappeared. Its skin looked smooth and almost too real. Yet every time Cloud looked at it too closely and thought to himself how odd it was, something in his mind steered his thoughts away, preventing him from analyzing it too closely.
And so he lost himself in pleasure, all other thoughts forgotten.
With every orgasm, the doll looked more and more alive. It fed on Cloud’s essence, absorbing his life force. Until one night, it finally came alive.
Cloud was awoken in the middle of the night, so aroused that he could cry. But that wasn’t unusual in and of itself. Most nights, these days, he had these episodes… these dreams, as he still called them.
What wasn’t normal was that he was lying on his stomach, something thick and heavy rubbing against his ass, a large body covering his own. He almost screamed and struggled to free himself, but then he saw silver hair spilling around him and he moaned instead.
“Sephiroth,” he whimpered.
This had to be another dream.
But the weight of that body felt divine. It felt so real. Sephiroth’s cock was pressing in between his cheeks, brushing against his entrance, making Cloud spread his legs open in invitation.
Oh, how he wished this were real.
As if reading his mind, Sephiroth leaned over and purred into his ear, “Cloud.” Hearing his name in that sultry voice made him tremble. “I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
He sounded so confident, so cold, almost mocking, but Cloud couldn’t deny how much he wanted to be fucked by Sephiroth. This had been a longtime dream of his.
The head of Sephiroth’s cock pressed inside, and Cloud arched back, welcoming it. It went in smoothly—but of course it did, this was only a dream. He felt loose down there, unusually slick. For a moment, he wondered why, but then Sephiroth grabbed his hips and all thoughts flew from his head. He was pressed down into the mattress and pounded into from behind.
Cloud’s eyes rolled back into his head. This was a pleasure unlike any other he’d ever known; he could feel it all the way down to his core.
“Look how badly you want it,” Sephiroth purred smugly. “You’re practically begging for me.”
“Sephiroth,” Cloud moaned. He was more than ready to beg if that was what it took for Sephiroth to keep moving.
But it seemed that Sephiroth was satisfied just seeing how desperate and overwhelmed Cloud was. He lifted Cloud’s lower body and rammed into him repeatedly, slamming in so hard the room went out of focus. Cloud whimpered, heat and pleasure filling every pore of his body.
And then Sephiroth hit something inside of him, and the pleasure nearly blinded him. Cloud buried his face in the pillow, gripping it with both hands, biting it to keep himself from screaming. This felt too damn good.
Sephiroth’s forceful hands yanked him backwards in time with his thrusts, impaling him on his thick, hard cock. Cloud felt like he was being split open, but it felt so good. It felt incredible. Sephiroth was so much bigger than him in every single way. He could lean over, pressing their bodies flush together, enveloping Cloud in his hold, and Cloud’s head would only reach up to his shoulders. He felt so small, almost fragile, covered by that muscular body, in the clutch of those strong arms.
Sephiroth leaned down, his face right next to Cloud’s ear, whispering encouragements and mocking his eagerness. He nibbled and licked, branding Cloud with his teeth, sending his body into overdrive.
And just as Cloud thought he could take no more, Sephiroth reached beneath him and grabbed his cock. It was all too much! Cloud was openly sobbing when that hand squeezed and started stroking him. Sephiroth chuckled, delighted to see him so broken.
This dream was so strange, unlike any other dream before it. Sephiroth was nothing like Cloud imagined him to be.
In his mind, he’d always pictured Sephiroth as gentle, caring, and loving. Sex with him would be slow, with Sephiroth taking care of him, worshiping his body until Cloud dissolved in ecstasy.
But in this dream, Sephiroth was kind of mean, almost sadistic. Acting like he was trying to break Cloud, taking pleasure in his desperation. He took Cloud roughly, pushing his body to its limit, as if trying to rip this pleasure out of him, instead of granting it.
But Cloud was too overwhelmed to focus on any of that. All that mattered was the pleasure, and the pleasure was amazing.
Sephiroth grabbed the back of his head, shoving him into the pillow. Cloud gasped, or he tried to, but he couldn’t because his mouth was full of cotton. Hips slammed into him mercilessly, rattling the bed, making it squeak. Biting into the pillow, Cloud let out a muffled scream of Sephiroth’s name.
“Shh. You wouldn’t want your mother to hear,” Sephiroth warned, fucking him even harder now, and Cloud could only whimper.
Luckily, this was a dream, so there was no way she could hear him.
Cloud tried to rock back, to match Sephiroth’s thrusts, but the man pinned him under the full weight of his body, using him any way he wished. Now it was Cloud who felt like a rag doll, a mere vessel for Sephiroth’s pleasure. His own existence felt secondary. All he wanted was to please this man. To be his. To be owned.
As if reading his thoughts, Sephiroth smirked. “Good boy, Cloud.”
The praise hit Cloud like a bolt of lightning; he arched off the bed and came with a silent scream, his vision going white.
A few moments later, he was flipped over, and his eyes snapped open in shock.
Sephiroth was licking the come off his fingers, sucking every digit clean. Once he was done, he leaned down and took Cloud’s flagging cock into his mouth. He sucked it clean, drinking every last drop, making Cloud blush at the sight. Sephiroth seemed obsessed with it.
“Soon, Cloud,” he promised. “Only a little more and I will return.”
He licked a long stripe along Cloud’s length, chasing the last droplets of come. Cloud shuddered and moaned, unable to understand what Sephiroth was saying.
He must have dozed off at some point, because the next time he opened his eyes, the sun was streaming through the windows and it was just him and the doll. Nothing in the room looked amiss.
What a crazy dream, Cloud thought, and hugged the doll to his chest. It had felt so vivid!
He must have slept in a weird position that night because it left him with an odd dull ache in his lower back. It wasn’t too bad, so Cloud quickly forgot about it.
He kept working on his doll. It had most of its clothes now—a full uniform, boots, and even a sword. Cloud had absolutely outdone himself. He wished Sephiroth could see it and praise him for it. Like in his dream, he wished Sephiroth would press his lips to his ear and call him a good boy.
The dreams continued, night after night, constantly getting wilder.
Until, one morning, Cloud opened his eyes and found Sephiroth there, in his bed.
Not the doll—the man.
He opened his mouth to gasp or to scream, but Sephiroth covered it with his own. The kiss swallowed all sounds, leaving Cloud dizzy and shaken. But despite the shock, Cloud’s body craved this; it welcomed it.
This had to be another dream. It had to be. And Cloud refused to wake up, just for a little longer.
So, instead of resisting or fighting it, he closed his eyes and surrendered to it.