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Clive watched with narrow eyes at Cid while he flirt with another woman across the bar. They were supposed to have left over an hour ago. Their tab was paid (by Clive) and it was getting late. But his roommate had just given him a wink and set his glass on the table before disappearing into the crowd again. Cid insisted on sticking around a bit longer to speak with some new friends he had made and it made Clive mad. He was trying to control it with deep breaths but the longer he stared as the woman got handy with Cid, the more he grit his teeth.
There was a grounded part of his mind that was constantly reminding him that he shouldn't be so jealous. After all, Cid had made it quite clear early on that he wasn't his type. The man flirted with him on occasion but always insisted that he’d never go any further. Because of that, Clive was always left in the background to pick up the pieces of his heart once more. Cid didn’t want him but that didn't stop him from wanting him in return. Didn't stop him from touching himself at night to the thought of him. It didn't stop him from doing something horrible to the man's drink.
A quick slip of the hand and he spiked Cid's drink with something that he knew would make him more pliant and accepting of his advances. He’d stop running from him because he wouldn’t be able to anymore. Clive would have him whether he wanted him or not. Was it wrong? He refused to answer that question, not liking the way it forced him to accept how bad of a person he really was. He shook his head to remove those thoughts. There was no point in entertaining them any further, not while he had his prize in his sights.
Clive walked over with their drinks and stared down Cid till he turned around to face him. He offered him the glass back with a steady gaze, not breaking eye contact. He remained calm in the face of that sharp stare. "C'mon, finish your drink. We have to get going."
"Aight, cheers lad." Cid was none the wiser. His expression was bright and expression, an open book for all to read. He saddled up to Clive’s side and took the glass, not even eying it for a second. Trusting, far too trusting. He rose it in a little salute before draining the alcohol inside. He set it back down on the bar and gave a wave to the woman he had been exchanging phone numbers with. "Night love. Text you later?"
She gave a catty wink and an affirmation and Clive felt heat in his veins. Even when they were leaving, the man just couldn’t stop flirting with other people. So eager to let everyone know that Clive was just a friend and he’d be down to fuck anyone but him. Gritting his teeth, Clive pulled his phone out to call a taxi while storming outside. He waited a few moments, glaring daggers into the ground and caught Cid as he stumbled out the door. The man sniggered at the state of his feet and leaned more into his touch. So close that Clive could smell the smoke off him. His throat bobbed with a heavy swallow. Hanging off him, looking completely flushed and humming a little tune to himself, Clive wanted to drag him off to a nearby alley and fuck him right there. He wanted Cid to look up at him with those coy smirks and moan against his every touch. He’d make it so good for him. All Cid had to do was ask… Fortunately the taxi pulled up before he could do something he'd regret in public.
Cid was already getting drowsy by the time they pulled up to their apartment to the point where Clive had to hold him up one armed as he paid for their ride. He hitched Cid up by the grip at the back of his belt and guided him to the elevator. The man made a confused sound in his arms, feet finally going out completely under him. He went limp and a few seconds later, Cid’s breathing evened out. The drugs had finally taken their toll on his body.
Now it was a race against time. Clive struggled to get Cid into the apartment and dragged him over to his room, tossing him onto the bed. Cid was out like a light. He didn't react at all to being dropped like a dead weight on the mattress. His breathing was even, eyes shut and the usual creases in his brow were smoothed over. Not even touching him caused him to stir. Clive traced a finger along the sharp angle of his jaw. "So beautiful. But you already know that, don't you? How everyone stares at you like you're the most gorgeous thing put on this earth."
Clive stared down at him hungry. He climbed over him and sat on his hips, traced his fingers over Cid's features while he slowly undressed him. It was such a pleasure to finally be able to do so. To touch him in all the places that he always wanted to, running fingers through his hair and pressing kisses to his lips. Even non responsive as he was, he was still beautiful and Clive took his time. The complexity of Cid’s leather jacket was easy to tackle when the man was not conscious enough to squirm out of the way. He hung the periwinkle jacket up on the back of a chair. It was the only article of clothing that got even one to that decorum of respect. The rest was tossed away in varying directions. Clive saw something while stripping away Cid’s briefs and he settled back on his haunches to stare at it nestled between Cid's cheeks. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and yet, he wasn’t surprised that Cid was have something like this inside him during a night of drinking. A plug, round and pressed deep into his hole. Clive felt a spark of anger fuel him at the sight. His hands shook and he clenched his fists at his sides to try and calm himself. It wasn’t working. "Of course you'd be wearing a plug. I don’t even know why I’m surprised with you anymore.”
“Expected to go home with someone and let yourself get used?" Clive snarled angrily down at the unconscious man below him. He bore his teeth and hissed as he took the edge of the plug in hand. It wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing. Cid had every intention of sleeping with someone at that bar. So willing to just run off and leave him there by himself for the rest of the night. Clive took a deep, angry breath and pulled the plug. It didn't put up any resistance upon being slipped free. The opening remained slicked and puckered from the oil he had used. So much of it leaking down his thighs. "Just a damn whore willing to fuck anyone. Anyone and everyone, you don’t even care whos willing to give it to you…."
The frustrated tears began to well up at the corners of his eyes and he rubbed them away with a frustrated sound. He was angry at Cid but mostly he was angry at himself. For years he just sat there and waited, hoped the man would finally see him. Everyone around them had assumed they had been together at one point in time and every time, Cid laughed it off. It broke a little part of himself every time. But no more. His hand was already reaching for the lube at that frustrated thought. "Everyone but me. You'd be happy to string me along for the rest of my life. Let me watch you take everyone else home but me. Leave me to lay there and listen as you get fucked in the next room over."
Once the bottle was tossed onto the bed, he shimmied to get out of his jeans. He stared down at his cock. Already at attention and red tipped. He didn't need much to get himself prepped, each stroke having him reeling and sobbing out Cid's name. His need was driven by the sight of the man unconscious and unresponsive beneath him. "Sharing an apartment with you has been a living hell. Every night I can hear you… in bed with someone else."
Clive climbed on top of Cid, rolling him onto his side into a comfortable position. His cock tapped against the slicked up entrance presented before him but he just wasn’t close enough. He lifted one of Cid’s legs to pull them flush against one another. The heat of his skin was perfect against him and Clive pressed inwards feeling no resistance as he did so. Of course, the man had already prepped for a quick fuck after drinks. Anyone could have had him. It made the rage in Clive's veins pump even louder. “It’ll never be me, will it? I’ll never be enough for you…” He moved in short, shallow thrusts at first to get a rhythm going. Nice and slow and savoring the heat that clenched around him. It was perfect. It was more than perfect. Hearing Cid let out a soft exhale beneath him egged him on. The beautiful man laying underneath him was all plaint and his for the night. Clive slipped out with a long stream of lube. He wanted to see his face. See Cid come undone underneath him. Lifting one of his legs up and then the other, he folded Cid's body to the point where he could lean down and kiss him. Clive honestly wasn't surprised with his flexibility. Man like him probably got bent like this all the time. Everyone but him.
"Of course, pretty as I am, I'm not your type though. Everyone else is, of course. Everyone but me?" Clive growled against Cid’s lips. He bit it till he left two little bloody incidents where his teeth has sunk in. In an apology, he trail a line of kisses from his mouth to his throat. His face leaned forward to hide in the crook there, a sob escaping him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Even as he continued to grind their hips together, even as he found a punishing tempo that had the sound of their bodies meeting loudly in the bedroom. Clive trembled as he continued to fuck into him, tears now falling freely. "Founder, you've always been mine. My type, my everything. I’d be so good for you. Why can't you see that…"
He fucked into him for several lengthly minutes. Holding his legs up further, Clive lowered himself down till he had him pressed beneath him. Cid’s body was warm and perfect and yielded to his every demand. A shame he couldn’t see those eyes staring up at him. He would just have to enjoy this while he still had him. Clive continued to thrust into him till he heard Cid groan. His breathing stuttering. Panic overcame him at the sound. Clive knew the drug would wear off but not so soon. He wasn't done yet. He still wanted more… Just a bit longer. He hadn’t even come yet. Clive pulled back and glanced around his room looking for something, anything to blindfold the man but coming up empty. Clive didn't know what else to do other than flip him over onto his stomach and press him face first into the bed. At least this way he could continue to seek his pleasure without fear of Cid being able to see him. He could tell by the limpness of his limbs that even though he was waking up, his body was still doped up and unable to move. Which was perfect. Clive didn’t want to stop, not when he was so close.
"Nngh..?" Cid made another confused noise as Clive clamored on top of him again. He set one hand between his shoulder blades to keep him face down while the other remained tight at his hip. He guided himself back into his body. The entrance conceded against him and the breach was smooth again. Each roll of his hips hit that spot inside them that had Cid clenching around him so wonderfully, so perfectly. Even as he regained consciousness it was slow enough that the senses coming made made things so much better. Cid was squeezing him now. So warm around him. He never wanted this to end. "W-whhuu…"
Clive didn't give him a chance to speak, pressing him further into the mattress as he pounded into him. His hips slapped loudly against Cid's ass. He felt so good. Just as perfect as he imagined. The real thing was nothing like all the dreams he had. This was perfection. Everything about him was delicious and addictive and Clive wanted to drink every sound from his lips. The way Cid’s body clenched around him, the smell of his musk and sweat. The way he trembled beneath him and took his cock so wonderfully. He almost missed the soft cry under Cid's breath. A name falling from his lips. Again and then again. Coherent. But still unable to move. Leaning in, Clive heard it again. His eyes went wide at the sound. A name. Not just any but his.
"C-Clive.." The man sobbed and his expression became elated at the sound. He had no idea how much he wanted to hear him say it. Had no idea how hearing his name would effect him so greatly. It was everything he wanted and more. His heartbeat thudded heavily in his chest, cheeks darkening in elation. Cid sounded so perfect. Hearing him call out for him, had he been wrong the whole time? Had the man truly wanted him as well? The two seconds of pleasure at hearing his name on Cid's lips immediately plummet into ice at the follow up sentence that fell like broken glass from Cid’s lips. "Clive… Clive- nngggh.. H-Help me…"
It was like a cold bucket of water had been tossed over him. Clive stopped and stared down at the man who was still shaking beneath him. He could see it now, the way he was clenching the sheets in weak hands. The way he was desperately trying to pull his hips away. Tired and still drugged but still struggling. Struggling to get away from him. Guilt swelled in his chest at the sounds Cid was making. He was hurting him..
Clive stumbled backwards to get away from him, his cock slipping free from his body. The motion was followed with a wet trail of lube but none of that mattered. He was hurting him. It was a mantra that continued in his head. Playing over and over. He could hear Cid begging beneath him for help. For him to help. Clive couldn't look at the man laying on his bed any longer, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. Fear stabbed him like a knife beneath the ribs. It dug in and twisted deeper with each whine from below. He was hurting Cid… He never- He didn't… And yet, here he was.
With one final glance at the trembling man laid out on his bed, he turned tail and ran. Clive didn’t know where he was going but knew that he couldn’t stay. He couldn’t face Cid. Reality was a cold slap in the face as he realized there was no salvaging this. He had hurt Cid. He hurt him and the man was begging for him to save him. Clive stumbled into the living room and threw on whatever clothing he could find as he dressed the fastest he had ever done in his lifetime. He could still hear Cid sobbing in the other room as he left, exiting the apartment with a disgusted look in his eyes.
It was only as he got out the door that he realized he had put Cid’s jacket on in his haste to leave. He sobbed and ran his thumb over the collar.
One last reminder of the man to haunt him for the rest of his life. He sobbed into his hands while waiting in a bustop. He didn’t know where he was going, but anything was better than here. When the bus arrived, he boarded it without looking back. Was he really going to leave everything behind? Why not, he had done so before. It wasn’t like it was hard. All he had to do was carry the guilt of what he had done with him for the rest of his life. He sat at the very back and stared at the picture on his phone. A picture of him and Cid giving the camera the middle finger.
Maybe Cid had been onto something when they first met. When he tried to give the man a kiss and was pushed away with a gentle hand and a coy smirk. “Sorry lad, pretty as you are. You’re not my type.”
Of course he wasn’t his type. Cid only dated nice people, kind people.
Not monsters like him.