Title: Until the Night Ends

Characters: Cast of FFVII Remake

Parings: Cloud/Tifa

Rating: Mature/Adult

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything from the forum Final Fantasy. Square Enix owns Final Fantasy and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended. I do not make any profit/money or take any credit.

Summary: They promised to be together until the night ends. The promise was broken. What reason does he have to live for?

Timeline: Post Game (As in after the FINAL, Final battle)

Warning: Smut (like…a lot), Angst, Sadness, Substance Abuse, Character Death (HEED THESE WARNINGS!)

Author's Notes: Thanks to a certain Group over in Final Heaven, I ended up writing this story, you guys know who you are! *Mwah* Don't hate me too much!

Chapter 1: Stay with Me

(Until the Night Ends)

"Don't pout, Cloud," she reached up with her finger, rubbing against his bottom lip as a smile played on hers. "So unbecoming."

"I'm not pouting," he protests, turning his head away in denial.

"Yes, you are," she breathed against his neck, making him shiver before her lips closed over his pulse point and sucked, hard.

He groaned as his dick twitched with pleasure, his hands going to her hips as she slowly, so slowly, slides her leg over his waist, never letting her lips leave his neck. Her tongue flicked and he gasped, his head falling back as she settles herself on his waist.

"My pouty hero," she teases him, running the tip of her tongue over his clavicle.

"Not pouting," he grunted out, his eyes closing at the feel of her lips trailing kisses down his sternum.

"Yes, you are," she slowly licked a line up his sternum, toying with him. "But it's good. I like it when you pout because of me."

His hands slid round to cup her ass and he opened his eyes to look down at her mischievous red ones.

"Tifa…"

"Don't worry," she shifted down lower, her fingers trailing against his sides, "I'll make it up to you." Her lips kissed his abs, her tongue dipping into his belly button making him inhale sharply.

She turned her head to his hipbone and started nibbling along the line before she flattened her tongue and follow the same path back up, soothing it before repeating the action to the other side.

"Tifa…" His hands clutched her ass tightly, his fingers dipping between the crack and he could feel her wetness. "Shit."

"Hmm, like that do you?" she hummed as she wiggled her ass, causing his fingers to brush over her lips, to feel that hard little clit, just begging for attention.

"Come here," he pulled on her, but she resisted, her hands on his chest.

"Not until I make up for making you pouty."

"You'll make me pout if I can't taste you," he shot her, groaning at her wicked smile.

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you," she purred, one hand sliding down his chest and down between them.

Cloud watched eagerly as she reached his cock only to brush her fingers against him lightly then trailed upward between her legs and his mouth felt dry as he understood her intentions.

"Watch me," she breathed out, her fingers sliding deeply between her lips and he swallowed. "See how wet you made me?" her voice was breathy. "You're the only one who has ever made me this wet."

She pulled her fingers out, slick, then slid them back in. Cloud groaned, his tongue running over his dry lips.

"I used to fantasize about you when I was younger," she admitted, his eyes snapping to meet hers, wide with shock. "I used to wonder how I would greet you when you came back to Nibelheim."

Her thumb slid over her clit. "Especially how you would react with my cowgirl outfit."

He froze as the memories came back to him, his eyes looking up into her knowing ones.

"You…you…" he could not get the words out.

"I wore it for you." The confirmation sent his head spiraling. She leaned down, brushing their lips together, and smiled. "Just like that blue dress."

Oh…she was killing him.

"And every night, alone in my bed, I would get myself off thinking about you."

He inhaled sharply.

"Can you imagine it?" she nipped his earlobe, "My hands down between legs, wishing it were you, knowing you're the only one I wanted between them, fucking me hard?"

"Shit, Tifa," he panted.

"I would always cum so hard," she bit his earlobe, "But it was never enough, Cloud. Having you once was never enough. I always wanted more, needed more. So, I'd begin again, and again, each time crying your name out."

She panted against him and he could feel her fingers, slick with her fluid, brushing against his cock. "By the time I was finished…" she let out a strangled gasp and he gripped her hips tightly.

He could feel her fluid dripping onto him and bit his bottom lip, his fingers sure to be leaving bruises on her skin.

Her face moved to his throat and he felt her bite at his shoulder, her hips still moving against her hand.

"Well, I had to put my sheets in for washing every morning." She smiled demurely up through her lashes at him.

He groaned at the thought, her writhing in her bed, crying out his name, shuddering with relief when he felt her move and opened his eyes to see her staring down at him, having shifted her weight to her right elbow.

"Still want to taste me?" she held her fingers, slick with her fluid, above his lips. He groaned, head lifting, and he parted his lips. Her fingers slid into his waiting mouth and his tongue eagerly lapped at her taste.

He made sure to keep eye-contact with her, watching her eyes darken when he grasped her wrist and drew his head back slowly before sliding her fingers back in.

"Oh," his tongue swirled around her fingers, sucking deeply and she rocked her hips against his.

When he was sure that he had cleaned her, he pulled her fingers out of his mouth, kissing the tips of her fingers, and used his other hand to pull her head down toward his.

"You taste good," he kissed her deeply, "Let me taste you more."

"Not yet."

"Tifa."

"I want to ride you."

She shifted, her hand going between them. She caressed his member before she positioned him and slid down. Her earlier orgasm had made her wet and slick and soft, allowing him easy entrance.

"Fuck!" His hips snapped up into hers.

"That's it," she laced their fingers together and pressed their hands into the ground above his head, slowly rocking her hips. "Gods…" she hissed her pleasure as she raised her hips then slid back down.

Her chest rubbed against his and he gritted his teeth.

"Tifa…"

"No," she shook her head, leaning down to nip at his bottom lip before she gently pulled on it, "I'm making it up to you."

"I wanted to taste you." He pouted and she smiled.

"Later, taste me later. I need you inside of me."

She kissed him, her hips moving sensually against his and he felt like he was in heaven, watching as she pushed herself up, gazing down at him with love in her eyes and with the stars as her backdrop that he wondered if this was truly real.

She separated their hands, her hands going to his chest, caressing his nipples, and running her nails of over his skin, proving it was very real.

He could feel her trying to get a good rhythm and helped her out, his hands curving around her hips.

"Just like that, okay."

"I gotcha," she promised him, driving deeper down on to him. He could feel she was getting closer. His hands slid up her waist, that waist that drove him crazy when they were traveling together - always making him want to slide his hands along them – before cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.

"Cloud," she panted, moving faster, pushing her chest into his hands. He watched as one of her hand slid between them, toward that little nub and she started rubbing her fingers in a circle.

"Damn Tifa," he could not take his eyes off the sight as he felt her clench around him, her lips parted in a gasp.

She tossed her head, her dark hair falling over her right shoulder before she smiled just as she came with a cry of his name.

"Tifa," he snapped awake, panting as he stared up at the ceiling above him before he groaned, closing his eyes, and wiping the back of his hand against them.

It was a dream…a dream of a life he once had, a life he could have had…if he had not been so damn stupid.

Soon he was aware of a heavy need between his legs and groaned.

"Damn it!" he swore to himself, throwing the pillow across the room and glared down at his hardness.

The dream lingered on him like a heavy blanket and he got out of bed, walking stiffly toward the shower. With quick twists of his hands, the water came out of the spray and he stripped himself of his boxers before stepping under the spray.

The cool water was enough to shock him back to reality, but it was not enough to deal with his hardness, and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

He gripped his cock and jerked swiftly. Flashes of Tifa came to him. Her lips were red with kisses. Her sweet breath on his neck. Her teeth marking him. The feel of her tight and wet around him.

The sounds of her moan filling his ears, the way she would tug on the back of his head, pleading…begging…gasping as he filled her, claiming her.

With a groan, he shot his load against the tiles and slumped against it, swallowing heavily as his forehead rested against his forearm.

"See, I made up for it," he heard her tease. Tears pricked the back of his eyes.

"Stop it," he whispered.

"Like what you see?" she giggled.

"Please, stop."

"I love you."

"STOP IT!" He slammed his fist into the shower wall and heard a crack as pain shot through his arm. He breathed heavily, staring at the hole. Then he retracted his hand and sighed when he saw the state.

Broken. Fuck.

He laughed mirthlessly. Of course. Why not? It is not like everything else was in perfect condition.

He pushed himself off the wall and headed into the bedroom, ignoring the puddles forming with each step until he reached the cure Materia and hesitated. Then he gave a disgusted sigh.

When he finished getting dressed, he made his way into the main room only to stop when he saw Marle standing in the doorway with a bag of groceries she insisted on buying him.

"I told you to stop doing that," he told her, making his way over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of beer.

"And I told you that you need looking after," she shot back at him, making her way to the counter placing the bag on it before she eyed him.

Cloud ducked his head and rounded the other side of the counter, slipping to sit on the stool and resting both the bottle and broken hand.

"What did you do?" she grabbed his wrist and brought up his bandaged hand.

"Nothing." He yanked his arm back, placing it back on the counter. He popped off the cap, watching as it landed on its side, bouncing for a few moments before clattering as it lay flat. He brought the neck to his lips and drank deeply.

The bitter taste of the beer made him miss the drinks she used to make. The smile she had when she was doing her little dance, her skirt flaring before pouring him the drink.

"You know, some people would say something sweet right about now," she teased him, a playful glint in her red eyes, propped over the bar.

"I'm sure they would," he replied, placing the glass back down and meeting her gaze with a challenging one of his own, making her smile turn brighter, amused.

"But you're a more discerning type of customer."

With that, she picked up the mixer and started making another drink and filled the glass. She picked up the drink and, with a sway in her hips, walked until she was in front of him.

The house special, the Cosmo Canyon. The drink was the same color as her eyes and she smiled.

He picked up the drink, holding it up in a toast.

"Beautiful," he told her, not meaning the drink. She bit her bottom lip, turning away so her hair covered her face, hiding the blush he saw on her cheeks.

She was quick to flee, and he smirked, pleased that he had gotten that reaction out of her.

Cloud lowered his head and took another long draw of his drink only turn as Marle grabbed the drink from his hand.

Her blue eyes were hard with anger, her lips thinned in a tight line and she shook her head.

"Are you just going to drink yourself into a stupor, boy?" Marle demanded. "Get drunk every hour of the day?"

"Why not?" he grabbed the bottle back and taking another long sip. "Not like there is anything else better to do."

Marle stared at him, sympathy shining in her eyes.

"You could live your life," she told him.

"What life?" he asked, his voice flat. There was nothing left. Sephiroth had made damn well sure of that.

"The life she wanted you to live," Marle's voice was near begging him. "She would never have wanted you to live like this, Cloud. You knew her better than I did, you know this!"

"She isn't here anymore."

The silence between them was deafening, almost suffocating before there was a small sniffle.

"I know she isn't. But I will be damned if I let you go to waste. I owe her that."

"Give someone else your care, at least they'll deserve it more than me."

"You have to stop this, this is killing you."

"You were right," he breathed heavily, getting a confused look from her. "No charm, no wits, no skills," he listed off mockingly, ignoring the way she flinched. "She could take care of herself better than I could take care of her."

"I don't blame you."

"You should." The sound of the bottle smashing as he threw it over her shoulder did not ease his anger, his hurt, his grief. "I let her die."

"You did everything you could. She wouldn't want you blaming yourself."

"Too late."

'What were you thinking?! You could have killed her!' his voice rang in his mind.

'Why…why would you do that? To Tifa?'

'Promise me, that if I'm ever trapped or in need of saving, you'll come for me.'

Cloud grunted in pain before he brushed past Marle.

"She'd kill you herself if you knew what you were doing!" She shouted after him, closing her eyes when the door slammed shut. Her hand came up to her mouth and she closed her eyes, shaking her head.

It was too late. There was nothing left to save.

"I'm sorry my dear, dear girl…" she whispered as a tear slipped free. "He's too far gone."

She remembered the day he returned to her, eyes hollow and empty. She knew immediately, just by looking at him that Tifa had died in his arms.

She had tried to comfort him, had tried to be there for him, had watched as he withdrew him further and further away. The others could not see it themselves, too caught up in their own grief.

But she saw it, the man who Tifa had lit up when she talked to him about him. Her childhood friend who had come back into her life. The man who she had fallen in love with – even though she had not admitted it to herself.

She had seen it in him whenever he was around her, the softness that only appeared for her. The smiles that would light up his face, quiet and small but bright enough for anyone to see.

The world had been robbed of a gentle heart, and the world had been robbed of a hero…a hero who was slowly breaking under the weight of her death.

And there was not a damn thing she could do to pull him back.

The one person who could save him was the one he was killing himself over.

The room was disgusting. Then again, it was a room that belonged to the seedy inn in Wall Market. Everyone knew why those rooms were used.

He had won enough and got enough. He lifted the small vials of light green and blue liquid. It shimmered in the low light before he grabbed the needle that came with the vials.

Just once. Just one night. He needed one night where he was not haunted by her smile, her laughter, her eyes.

"Cloud…"

Her voice whispered to him as he filled the needle up and placed the vial off to the side.

"Please, Cloud," she begged.

Tapping his arm and clenching his fist, he found the vein.

"Cloud…you're scaring me."

"Sorry, Tifa."

He injected the Mako Poison into his veins and fell back onto his bed, staring up into red eyes shimmering with tears.

"You promised…Cloud…you promised."

"Well, I was always good at breaking promises."

Darkness claimed him just as he felt a tear drop onto his face.

TBC

Points for those who can pick out certain quotes *blows kisses* See you in the next chapter. (Try and not chase me down too much)