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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_VII
  Relationship:
      Sephiroth/Cloud_Strife
  Character:
      Zack_Fair, Sephiroth, Cloud_Strife, Jenova
  Additional Tags:
      this_is_so_so_so_SO_old, Alternate_Universe, Angst, mindfuckery, Slash,
      AU, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-05 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 9786
****** Of Adoration ******
by Otoshigo
Summary
     Sephiroth finds all is not as it seems in Nibelheim. Angst,
     Mindfuckery, Slash, AU, SMUT
Notes
     This is a very old story (Nov 2006), but I wanted to compile all my
     work together.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Something was calling him…
His boots made no sound as they clambered up the rusted metal stairs of the
abandoned reactor. No hum from the mako pods that contained monsters within. No
sharp electric clap as his sword slapped against the steps, neglected by the
hand that held it. Only the peaceful melodic notes of sweet promise… For a
better life, for respect, for…he almost didn’t dare to think it…
Love…
Affection, tenderness, dulcet hope radiated from the poor creature trapped
within the confines of the mako prison. She had once been so beautiful… She
still was… He felt so small all of a sudden, like a feeble infant, compared to
her – to her feline grace, her unrivaled beauty, and her infinite wisdom. To
call such a creature…
Mother?
It seemed inconceivable. Yet underlying the maternal feelings was the aching
longing for another. Too long she stayed in isolation. So alone for so long…
Betrayed by the ones she cared for. Imprisoned for longer than he could
imagine. She wanted to be his mother. She needed him…
I’m here for you
His hands pressed against the frozen glass, the shock of cold rippling over his
skin before Mother’s gentle tendrils reached for him, warming him with their
reassuring and delicate caresses. The underlying gratitude in each and every
soft stroke made the feeble infant fall even weaker, wallowing in guilt and
wondering how he could deserve the attention of so wondrous a being.
Then a single pet to his mind
The feeble infant retreated, not enough to wrench away from the warmth, but
enough to show alarm. The warmth began to pull away, as though regretful,
afraid she had overstepped her bounds. Hurt and anxiety, fear to be alone
again.
NO!                                                     
In a bold move, he reached for her, pulling her towards him in a pathetic
embrace. Please, no, don’t go. I’m sorry. I was just startled. Please stay.
Please… The gentle warmth returned, almost hesitant. He smiled, opening up the
layers to his mind, inviting her to it. Do as you will, Mother dearest.
I trust you with my very soul
Her entirety escaped from the hollow corpse and nestled safely within him.
Their enchanted joining was their premature happily-ever-after. The feeble
child was never more content, wrapped up in his Mother’s warmth: souls and
minds entwined forevermore.
What would you like, my sweet child?
Her voice, so melodious, ripened with wizened years and soft yearning, stunned
the already overwhelmed infant. More? There was more? No, this was already too
much. He didn’t deserve all this. If he asked for more…
It will all go away
Dearest, you deserve more than this, my child. You deserve to have the entire
world in your hands. Her crooning voice sent a ripple of pleasure through the
emboldened infant. Just name it and it will be yours.  Encouraged by Mother’s
tender prodding, he timidly relayed the single word to her, not even daring to
let the syllables spill from his lips.
A rich peal of laughter
Very well, my darling child. You shall have all you desire…
With a harsh gasp he awoke, his cat-slit eyes glowing in dark recesses of the
night.
****
The General was even more distant than usual.
His troops were already so intimidated by the man’s ice-cold exterior. His
speech was mere monosyllables, eyes always uncaring and apathetic to his own
troops. His coldness even physically manifested itself in his flowing mercury
hair, his snowy complexion, his towering height and most importantly his
inhumane, emerald cat-slit eyes. Naturally, the seven foot blade that
perpetually accompanied their leader was a justifiable deterrent. More enemies
of ShinRa fell to that blade than any other in the history of warfare.
However, he ceased to speak altogether, resorting to mere huffs and grunts.
Rather than ignoring his troops, he physically distanced himself from them. And
whenever they weren’t looking at him, the regulars could feel his subzero eyes
upon them, vengeful and accusing. In any case, it was a relief that the General
seemed to be taking up residence in the abandoned mansion as of late and that
his second in command was in charge of affairs now.
“Zax, is it alright if I go visit my mother?” one of the regulars asked
timidly.
Zax of Gongaga, one of the most promising SOLDIERs in ShinRa Electric’s army,
glanced over at the regular despite knowing who spoke. Running a hand through
his long black hair, it took the 1st Class SOLDIER all of about two seconds to
come up with answer. “Yeah, sure Spike! You go ahead,” he answered, his glowing
violet eyes curling to smile at his small colleague. “Just be sure to report in
tomorrow morning bright and early. No sleeping late at your girl’s house.”
The recruit merely nodded and fled, his reaction to that particular comment
hidden away by his helmet and visor – to Zax’ disappointment. Oh well, he had
better things to do than harass the lower ranks. Like check up on his wayward
commander. “Alright, troops, you’re off duty for the rest of the night,” he
ordered. “Just be sure to set up a…” Zax’ authoritarian voice trailed off as
the men already were heading off to their own rooms, “…watch…”
Alright-y then. This was a small enough town. There was no need for a guard.
What could possibly happen?
Instead of monsters, the raven haired SOLDIER was much more anxious over his
mysterious commander’s state. When he visited the powerful man that morning, he
almost didn’t make it past that solid adamantine door deep within the dungeons
of the mansion. It had taken nearly an hour to convince the General to open the
door for him and even then he refused to speak to his second in command.
A strange light twisted the familiarity in Sephiroth’s eyes and Zax, the only
one that could get so near him, could not recognize his commander in those cat-
slit depths. Something mad and strange lurked there instead, sending chills
down the SOLDIER’s spine.
Treading quietly back to his own room, the man couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
They had orders to leave tomorrow and there was no way that Sephiroth would
refuse orders from ShinRa… no matter how strangely he was acting.
He hoped…
****
He couldn’t describe it. This…feeling, a desperate tightness in his chest that
threatened to pick away at his sanity. No amount of research in his obsessive
search for the truth would satiate it. He didn’t want the facts about his past.
He already knew of those to some extent. He knew that he wasn’t like everyone
else, that he spent his entire childhood in a lab, that he was no more than
ShinRa’s pet. Those bitter thoughts burned him, but that was not what consumed
him…
He wanted…desired…
Mother
The word rang like a single toll through his mind, forming a tangible idea out
of the abstract emotions that raged within him for days. His emerald eyes lit
upon the word JENOVA. The…thing hidden away in the reactor that he received his
genes from, planted in a surrogate host, then extinguishing that host’s life as
he left it. Sephiroth couldn’t help a grim chuckle as his eyes relayed over the
information. He was just a parasite, wasn’t he?
“Come to me, Sephiroth.”
The General’s head snapped up, looking around for the voice. Only the eerie
emptiness of the study greeted him, darkness creeping around the corners of the
candlelight’s edge. No, there was no one here. He was sure of it.
There was also no doubting that he heard that voice. Unlike before, it was no
specter of a thought. It was actually there. In the room. That effeminate tone
echoed the melodic tune that haunted his dream. It beckoned him, the threat of
manipulation ever imminent. Yet it felt so…
Right.
The call struck a cord within him in sync with his foreign feelings. And as
soon as the presence was gone, the desperation in him returned an infinite
fold, chilling his body until he felt almost too weak to move, yet rending his
then unknown heart asunder through the fires of need.
He was going mad, wasn’t he?
His limbs, though they felt impossibly light, refused to move, the feeling and
control he had within them withdrawn. Through sheer force of will, Sephiroth
ignored the conflagration of desire that rendered his body immobile, his hands
sluggishly reaching for the next journal.
Sephiroth…
NO! He was not going to listen! Slamming the moldy notebook open, annoyance
flashed in the General’s eyes as he realized that he had happened upon the
study of JENOVA’s history. Hm. How foolish. Apparently, the ‘alien’ came here
to start a new civilization, only to be imprisoned by her new race. Just how
old was that corpse in the reactor?
Sephiroth…
That call repeated itself; its tone rang undoubtedly sour, as though
disapproving of Sephiroth’s thoughts. Perhaps JENOVA didn’t like to be referred
to as an old corpse. The General let out a self-deprecating chuckle. He may as
well admit he’s gone off the rocker, acknowledging that JENOVA was actually
reading his thoughts.
A rush of wind flurried through the conclaves of the cavernous study out of
nowhere, whipping the past the pages of trivial gossip and legend to the charts
that analyzed the properties of the JENOVA material. The General’s cat-slit
eyes widened, ignorant to the feeling of his strength returning to his limbs as
he took in this new information.
Good Gods…
If even a fraction of this was true, if JENOVA held just a dosage of this
power…
Sephiroth, come…
A green glow lit the room from an unknown facet, beckoning its prey to
approach, ribbed along Sephiroth’s body as it passed through the numerous
bookcases from the back of the cave. A cruel smirk writhed its way onto the
General’s thin pale lips. His hand reached for his precious Masamune, notebooks
forgotten as he strode towards the inviting light.
Common sense raged against him. There was no way he could be hearing the voice
of a corpse. There was no way that very same corpse could empower him… This was
all a trick in his sleep deprived mind. But for freedom…
For Godhood, Sephiroth was more than willing to shed the shackles of sanity.
You really know how to manipulate, don’t you? You witch, oh I mean, Mother… The
unknown passage, hidden at long lengths by a sheet of rock, beckoned him into
its emerald depths, and Sephiroth was ready to serve. Yes, serve. It was only
natural that a man of his talents should follow only the most worthy master. He
had been doing so his entire life.
And the General was more than willing when the end reward, fusing with the
corpse’s body, would grant him power beyond any human’s wildest dreams. This
was why he was different from everyone else, why he had to suffer at the hands
of Hojo and the chains of ShinRa. This was the purpose of his maddening dreams,
his sick desires. It culminated into his ascension into the realm of immortals.
Sephiroth was only too eager to follow this dance of destiny.
****
After what seemed like hours, the emerald tunnel opened up to blinding jade
light. The thick stench of mako penetrated by the sharp odor of oil and steel.
The humming of pods, clicks of metal workings, the groan of rust. Even though
the jade beams stunned his cat-slit eyes, Sephiroth immediately sensed his
current location.
The abandoned reactor.
Blinking the white-hot sensation away from his abused eyes, the General dimly
realized that he was at the very bottom of the stairs that led up to JENOVA’s
cell. Wayward pipes streamed alongside, framing the steps in an unnatural
waterfall, frozen in metal. The pods that held the poor dead souls within bowed
their heads before him, recognizing his newly discovered status as their God.
As though they were his royal court in this palace of jade and metal water.
The unknown breeze kicked up once more, billowing his black leather coat, his
royal cape, behind him. Already, Sephiroth could feel the tendrils of JENOVA’s
power licking at his bare face and chest in unnatural worship. More than ever
before, mutual need flared at the touch, a sick mockery of love coating their
desire for power. They needed each other.
Sephiroth…
This is insane.
Squelching the last of his sanity, Sephiroth brought one foot up to the first
step, ascending the stairs to take his rightful place by JENOVA’s side. Each
echoing thud on metal, each small chink of polished steel on rust, a vital part
of his coronation.
“Mother…”
He whispered, his emerald eyes glowing with desire.
“I’ve come for you…”
His gloved fingers stroked the sheet of metal that marked the gate to the
throne room. It parted before him in a hiss of sliding metal that announced him
to the queen, JENOVA, his birthright.
The very blood in his veins hummed with the rightness of this, a twisted grin.
 
Sephiroth, come to me…
The darkness fell away to the vision of JENOVA seated high above him, hidden
away by a veneer of metal, a mere mask futilely attempting to portray her
power.
Sephiroth…
Her call was stronger, enhancing his burgeoning thoughts of rebellion. It took
all the General had not to run to her, instead forcing himself into a steady
march to his mother’s prison. Sephiroth would free her, this tormented witch,
his dying sire.
For a price…
“Mother, let’s take back the planet together…” The hum in his blood turned
inquisitive and in response the smirk on Sephiroth’s face grew. His mother
would soon find that her son could be just as manipulative as she…
“I have a good idea…Let’s go to the Promised Land…Mother.”
Promised Land?
The hint of alarm and confusion in JENOVA’s call fell to the wayside at
Sephiroth’s adoring eyes, full of promise and admiration. “Mother…with your
superior powers and knowledge, you should have become ruler of this planet…” I
should be the ruler of this planet. “But those people…” the General hissed, his
anger flaring at the memories of the Hojo, of ShinRa, of their countless
indignities, “those useless people…They took away Mother’s planet from her
hands.” They took away my birthright.
A wave of regret ran through the Prince’s bones, making him cringe and take a
step back in his persuasions. Eyes firmly settled on his prize, his gloved
hands planting themselves into the pathetic epithet, Sephiroth whispered, “But
you don’t have to feel sorrow anymore. Come with me…” Do as I say…and I will
give you everything you desire…Mother…
With a roar, the mask tore away from the true underbelly thrown off into the
ravine of Mako below. Sparks of blue flew, twisting in erratic strands about
their disturbed nests. The stench of the unnatural, of Mako and death, nearly
sent the General reeling. Forcing his face to not twist in revulsion, Sephiroth
gazed upon his birthright. A corpse indeed. Rotting limbs, alien protrusions, a
cold blue sagging body, and lifeless violet eyes. If the Prince did not know
what his Queen-Mother offered, he would have left in disgust and self-loathing.
“At last we meet…Mother…” the mercury haired General all but sneered.
Silence answered him. A silence that unnerved him.
Pressing his pale forehead against the glass, Sephiroth hissed, “It’s all right
now…” Whether it was to reassure himself, or this corpse he didn’t know.
Silence.
His panic grew as he felt JENOVA’s presence receding from his blood. What was
the meaning of this? Why did JENOVA call him all the way here? Was it not to
rule the planet? What good was this bitch if she didn’t deliver! No, he needed
her! He had to have her!
The General was near hysterics when the presence left entirely, leaving only a
chilling, hollow ache, enfeebling him, turning his mind against itself as he
desperately clung to the glass. The very last facets of his sanity leaving him.
He felt so powerless, so vulnerable. Tears welled in Sephiroth’s eyes as he
sunk to the cold metal floor, his mercury hair pooling about his shrunken form
like water. No. This wasn’t happening. Why-?!
“Mother!”
“Don’t call her that.”
The voice was low and trembling, yet unsettlingly familiar… Blinking away his
slow forming tears, Sephiroth leaned on his Masamune for support; turning to
his would be assailant. What he saw nearly wrenched him from his panic in
startlement.
A regular. Not even a SOLDIER. A mere grunt of the ShinRa army, obviously one
that had tagged along on this mission. This one was even scrawnier than the
rest of them, diminutive and weak. Though only his mouth and jaw were bare,
from its wide and soft angles, the General could tell the regular couldn’t be
older than fourteen or fifteen. Not even worth his time. He had to coax his
mother back to him.
“Mo-” he began, pleading with the silent figure in the glass.
“She won’t answer,” the grunt interrupted. Sephiroth’s eyes flared with
indignation, turning once more on the audacious brat. Below the helmet and
visor, a rueful smile was just starting to form. “You are unworthy…”
What? How dare he…How dare this child speak to him in such a manner. He who
knew nothing! His hand snaked to his Masamune, whipping out its obscene reach
to prick the regular just under his unprotected chin. “You useless child!” The
boy did not even flinch. “I am the chosen one! The one chosen to be the ruler
of this planet!
“This planet…I will take it back from you fools and return to the hands of the
CETRA.” Mother and I. “That is why I was born.” This is my birthright!
Narrowing his emerald eyes, Sephiroth dug the point of his Masamune deeper into
the boy’s vulnerable jaw. “I am doing this all for mother…”
“You liar.”
The hair on the nape of the General’s neck stood on end as the regular hissed
those words, both in fury and in dawning apprehension. There was something
wrong with this boy; he was just as mad as he. “Mother is at peace now,
Sephiroth,” he murmured, his visor beginning to glow from…behind the shield.
“She wants none of those things. Not war, not the world. She only wanted your
affection.” A single tear slid down the soft curve of the boy’s jaw, his lips
trembling as his voice wavered with emotion.
“You only want to use her. You don’t even think of her as Mother.” The boy
shook his head, only becoming more distressed as he spoke. “She was so
lonely…If you had been here first…I-I think she might have actually…”
Tilting his blade to its flat side, Sephiroth forced the boy’s chin up. “How do
you know all this?” he demanded softly, his emerald eyes attempting to peer
through the veiled visor.
Slowly, the regular’s mouth widened into a soft smile. “Because…” he called
softly, his so-young voice almost androgynous in tone, “I am Mother’s Chosen.”
His gloved hand slowly lifted, strands of purple light bleeding from his veins,
twisting about his curled fingers, twining together beyond that small hand
until it was nearly five feet in length. Before Sephiroth could even tighten
his fist about his Masamune, the light formed into an unearthly broad sword,
pulsing with energy as though the boy’s very heart lay beating in his weapon.
JENOVA’s Chosen! Sephiroth sneered at the boy’s title. That was HIS title! “I
will wrest that name from you in the blink of an eye,” he swore, steadying his
Masamune above his head to attack the impudent child.
The General charged. His sword impaled the air which the soldier once occupied,
stabbing at nothing, his cat-slit eyes looking around the throne room in
confusion. Where was- Fire scorched his left bicep before Sephiroth could even
sense his wound. Blood spilled readily down his arm, in drops then splatters on
the cold steel floor. Another fluid slash of fire along his thigh. And the
mercury haired SOLDIER couldn’t even so much as see his opponent. He cursed
aloud, his Masamune hacked the air with sharp, ugly strokes, desperate to hit
anything at all.
As his elegant sword arched upwards, the soles of two leather boots landed
lightly on its razor-edge, just heavy enough to steady the blade and nothing
more. Even injured, Sephiroth gaped at the child who so easily balanced on his
blade, as light as a faery. He…wasn’t human…
“What are you?” Sephiroth whispered, his green eyes wide as he gazed upon the
graceful boy, poised on the very edge of his sword.
Feeling the hostility drain from the tall intruder, the boy’s mouth formed into
a small smile. Crouching along the sword’s edge, he leaned in towards Sephiroth
secretively. “We were reunited, Mother and I, many years ago, when I was just a
pup. No line divides us. I am Mother’s son and I am Mother. Our power and… our
minds are one in the same.”
The androgynous voice still held its air of desperation, quiet and hushed, and
had not the General been injured, he knew shivers would roll down his skin.
“You’re insane.”
He’s insane, he thought self-deprecatingly. There is a boy sitting on top of
your sword and you can’t even feel it!
A wry smile answered his accusation. “I suppose I’ll just have to give you
proof then.” With a small hop, the gentlest pressure off of the Masamune, the
mysterious boy jumped back up into the air and…stayed there. Suspended in the
air, two hands raised themselves to the concealing helmet and visor. In one
fluid motion, it was off, and the bulky helmet fell down to the wayside,
possibly into the mako below. Sephiroth’s eyes didn’t follow it, his wide
emerald eyes planted firmly on the small and delicate face above him.
He was right. The boy didn’t look a day over fourteen, but how did someone so
young get into the army in the first place? The General found he hardly cared
when faced with that exotic cut of blond hair, so much like a Chocobo’s plumes,
the soft curve of the boy’s jaw and neck, the small grin and button nose.
However, the real object of his attention lay in his…jade…cat-slit eyes, just a
shade bluer than his own.
His breath wrought from him at that uncannily familiar yet alien face,
Sephiroth’s mouth formed a moue to question the child, but before a syllable
could fall from his lips, the tearing of fabric distracted him from his
inquiry. The blue fabric on the boy’s back burst, six pristine white wings
covered in newborn grime stretched up towards the pipeline ceiling. The General
could swear that each wing, larger and more muscled that the boy himself, just
touched the walls and roof of the throne room. Rushes of wind generated from a
single beat of those massive wings. Power rippled from the shivering muscles,
the soft down constantly vibrating like leaves in the wind.  Ripping away the
shredded cloth, the soldier exposed a solid chest that belonged on no fourteen
year old. His form, though slender, was taut with toned muscles, not the
underdeveloped flab of a prepubescent child, and white scars strewn over his
alabaster skin granted over years of army training, though Sephiroth couldn’t
imagine who would want to intentionally harm him.
Who could he possibly-
Wait.
Strife? Cloud Strife?! That little runt that followed his second in command
everywhere?! How could the boy have so much power! Yet his hair was
unmistakable. Sephiroth berated himself for not recognizing the 1st Class’
charge right away. But did the boy always have those eyes, mirror reflections
of his own? Whenever the cadet was around, his face was always downcast – but
the General could have sworn Zax said his eyes were blue.
There was only one explanation. Strife knew of his finding, spying on him in
the study, knew the power that JENOVA would grant him. And being a native to
this land he managed to make it to the abandoned reactor before Sephiroth could
make it there. Then he somehow infused himself with that corpse with no
consequence. Flames of jealousy erupted in the General, his mako-emerald eyes
brightening in intensity as they narrowed on the powerful form above him. “You
little- you stole Mother from me! You heard her call for me, but you-” His
blossoming rage, shook his baritone voice, unable to wrap around a coherent
sentence. “You pretended- You made her believe that you were me! That’s the
only reason it would have- And you stole her!”
Spikes of golden hair tossed about as Cloud shook his head, his expression sad,
almost pitying the older man. “You’re wrong Sephiroth. Mother and I were joined
long, long ago.” His eyes seemed to glaze over with a blue hue, looking deeper
into his own past. “I was just a child then. Tifa had just fallen off the cliff
and I had run away. I knew I would be blamed. Everyone hated me, even my sire.”
As he sighed, his jade-blue eyes closing in reminiscence, the wings shuddered
and huddled closer to his form as though to reassure him. Braving his memories,
the soldier continued. “I ran into the reactor for safety and…” a delighted
smile crept onto his face, “I met Mother. She held me close, brushed away my
tears and my terror. I was loved for the very first time in my life. And she
was loved for the very first time in thousands of years. So we vowed to never
let each other go, to be together forever…” His cat-slit eyes opened, falling
upon the General, greener than Sephiroth had ever seen them, deeper and more
earthly than his own. “…Ten years ago.”
Ten…years? Good Gods, he was still in Wutai in the wars all that way back,
killing masses and making headlines. Granted he was still in his teens. But
then why? If JENOVA didn’t want him, then why did it plague him for months?
That odd restlessness that stole his sleep, ground his irritable bones, and
only escalated as soon as he stepped in the village of Nibelheim. He would have
dismissed the tale as pure lies; however, he couldn’t find it in himself to
disbelieve that desperate sincerity in the boy’s eyes. “Why was I called?”
Sephiroth demanded. “If I am so unwanted. So unworthy, then why was I lured
here? Why did JENOVA call me?”
“I called you.”
Sephiroth blinked. “You?” he cried incredulously. Cloud answered his disbelief
by drifting down to the floor, feathers trailing down on the ground like a
wedding train as he stepped lightly over to the commander, his eyes burning in
lust.
…Oh
An arrogant smirk that would have made the General proud twisted the boy’s lips
as he sauntered up to the taller man. His enormous sword shifted and its violet
beams slinked back into his veins. Tearing off his leather gloves, Cloud’s
slight hands touched the wounds on the General’s arm and thigh, as gentle as
rose petals, washing away hurt and joining sinews as he healed the wounds he
himself inflicted. “You know…” the blond whispered, snatching Sephiroth’s
attention back to his bowed head, “you were my hero all the way back when. I
admired you, wanted to be like you, wanted to be close to you… So when Mother
asked me what in all the world I wanted…”
The winged soldier gave a low chuckle, his hand lingering far too long on the
older man’s thigh to be innocent. “I was so naïve then. Of course…I had no idea
what a…” Cloud’s eyes whisked over the taller man’s body “…desirable man you
would turn out to be. Or perhaps it’s just my blossoming teenage hormones.”
A growl rippled from deep in his throat as Sephiroth tore away from the smaller
soldier’s touch. Hurt flashed in the boy’s jade eyes, which the General could
not easily ignore. It spawned uncomfortable…things in him. A want to embrace
him, a desire to soothe away that hurt. Where was it coming from? he wondered,
alarm seeding in his heart.  He didn’t hold so much as a single drop of
affection in him, even for his joined-at-the-hip second in command. With a
start, the mercury haired soldier realized that JENOVA was still there, in his
veins, resentful and bitter. Apparently, Cloud wasn’t lying. Mother loved the
little blond and promised her genetic child to her adopted child. And she would
make due on that promise even if it meant controlling him.
Did the boy even realize any of this? What he was doing to his idol? Was it
already too late the moment he laid his green eyes upon the boy’s unconcealed
face?
No. No. And (considering that Sephiroth had not even thought about harming the
boy while he was defenseless) a most definite Yes.
Water brimmed from Cloud’s cat-slit eyes, stalking closer to the commander
until he backed the older man into the case that held JENOVA’s former host.
“Sephiroth, why are you pushing me away?” he whispered, in wonder as much as
horror, as though he couldn’t imagine that the older man wouldn’t want him.
Then again, Mother was doing her damnedest to guarantee that her precious Cloud
would have what he wanted. The General’s breathing shallowed, physically
confined by the boy’s outspread wings, his heart unwillingly tightening at the
pain etched in Cloud’s eyes, his body systematically being broken and
manipulated by JENOVA. And all the while, something alien and bestial was
growing inside of him, sparked by Cloud’s half-naked form and those luscious
white feathered wings. Sephiroth had no idea whether or not it was his donor’s
doing, and with flashes of intense alarm he found that he cared less and less.
The horror of being dominated was the only thought keeping the General sane.
And he was growing crazier by the minute.
“Sephiroth?” that so-young voice called, causing the mercury haired commander
to wince, his eyes distinctly averted from the lithe and inviting form in front
of him. “Sephiroth, look at me, please?” The uncertainty in Cloud’s voice could
kill. “Are you angry? I-Is that why you won’t…? Oh Gods, Sephiroth, please
don’t be mad. I’ll convince Mother. I’ll find some way for her to accept you,
but please…” Gods no! The General wanted nothing to do with JENOVA anymore! Not
if he was merely an offering, a gift to some inconsequential brat. However, all
it took was one light touch from said inconsequential brat to make waves roll
through the older man, the boy’s fingers softly touching his bicep (his clothed
bicep at that).
A small hiccup. “Sephiroth. Just look at me. I want you so bad. It’s driving me
mad.” Driving Cloud mad? What about him? The General froze as he felt that
small unclothed body sidle up against him, brushes of skin against skin, soft
strokes of Chocobo yellow hair tickling the underside of his vulnerable chin.
So help him, Sephiroth already lost the will to push him away. Two slender arms
snaked about his neck, accompanied by a heated rush of breath. “Sephiroth,
please. I’m yours completely. Do what you will with me.”
The gears in the commander’s mind came to a screeching halt.
Wait…what? Shouldn’t Cloud, with all of JENOVA’s power and that annoying little
ability to render him completely helpless, be…well…more insistent on
dominating? He had all the advantages. Well fuck, if one was going to go
through the trouble of fusing with JENOVA then…
…JENOVA…
The gears in the commander’s mind slowly began to reverse.
…JENOVA was female.
…Strife fused with her a decade ago.
…BEFORE he began to mature into a man.
The gears kicked up, quickly gaining speed.
Sephiroth’s emerald eyes sidled onto the willing body, clinging so helplessly
to his neck, tears spilling from his gorgeous jade eyes as they search the
General’s for approval, or at the very least, acknowledgement. “Sephiroth?” the
boy inquired, his unrestrained expression echoing a small flash of hope, which
the mercury haired commander found absolutely endearing. True, JENOVA could
still be pulling his strings, but at this point Sephiroth did not give a damn.
“Sephi-” The General’s lips cut off the wondering plea, distracting the
teenager completely when he delved into Cloud’s sweet, hot mouth. The wings
shuddered, then stilled as the teenager responded in full to the bruising lips
with a primordial need: as though everything he would ever desire revolved
around the older man. Sephiroth fared no better with the human succubus, his
hands roving the soft skin beneath his naked palms, feeling the power that
shivered in the misleadingly frail form, arching like a cat responding to the
sensual pets. The most powerful being in the world was begging forhim to take
him. Certainly not the ascension to godhood that the General was expecting, but
it was infinitely more pleasurable. A ripple of delight ran down his pale skin
as a soft moan, as soft as a dove, escaped the boy’s lips, spelling his own
doom.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Cloud’s back hit the cold floor, his six wings spread out about him as though
points on a star. With a lecherous grin, the commander dipped down towards his
eager love, waves of liquid mercury spilling from his back to meet the soft
downy white feathers. Nearly encompassing the entirety of the floor, the
perpetually moving wings animated their bed of lovemaking, as though the two
were simply floating on a sheet of silk. Sephiroth was vaguely aware he had
lost his clothes at some point, he wasn’t entirely sure when, only noticing the
electric feel of skin on skin as his calloused hands tore away the soldier’s
bulky boots and slipped the coarse blue fabric away from the toned thighs and
calves. Leering hungrily at his prey, the General captured one of his tiny
wrists, his mouth kissing and nibbling the tender flesh tugged gently between
his teeth. His lips traveled up the soft skin, to the almost lanky elbow, up
the tight bicep and to his shoulder.
The small soldier let out an almost girlish squeal when Sephiroth’s mouth
reached his over-sensitive neck, a cry between a shriek and a giggle. “So
ticklish…” the General whispered, a teasing grin breaking into his carnal
expression. Cloud watched him with terrified eyes. It was around then that the
older man noticed the boy hadn’t made a move on him for all the boldness he
displayed earlier, his limbs kept limply at his sides. “…Strife?” he inquired,
a silver brow raised in mild wariness. He didn’t need to elaborate.
“I…” the boy whispered, his eyes bordering on aqua-green as he looked up at the
much larger man, “I’m sorry. I…this is my…I don’t know what…to do.” As he
admitted it, all his JENOVA tainted blood rose to his face, effectively turning
it into a human tomato. A flush of foreign mushy feelings invaded Sephiroth at
the sight of it, reminding the General he wasn’t in complete control of his
faculties. Glaring at nothing, since he couldn’t turn his anger on his veins or
on Cloud, his jaw clenched as he grudgingly promised Mother to begentle with
the boy. His senses fled once more, as he looked down on the anxious solder –
irritation giving way to adoration. Certainly not a natural sentiment as he
consistently preferred experienced lovers over virgins…
Then again, there was something powerful to be said in being the first and only
mate of a God. And he meant only.
Leaning in to kiss the boy chastely under his eye, Sephiroth’s reassuring grin
twisted with his newfound territorialism. “Well…How about you start by moving
those tiny hands of yours?” His color-changing eyes widened with both awe and
hesitation, (and no small amount of lust), his slender fingers lifted up and
ghosted over Sephiroth’s broad pectorals and his chiseled abs. They didn’t
actually touch, however, something akin to soft tendrils slid over his skin in
what was supposed to be affection. The wrong kind of shudder ran down the
General’s spine at the unearthly touch, so he grabbed alien boy’s wrists and
pressed his small human palms against his chest.  “Like this, Cloud…”
“I…okay…” Cloud cheeped; his face erupted into a unwilling blush once more.
Sephiroth had to laugh at how shy the boy was. For ten years of fantasizing,
the teenager never even thought of what to do when the clothes were off? Or
perhaps like any normal mother, JENOVA didn’t want to expose her precious child
to such vulgar thoughts. Never mind the fact that JENOVA was anything but
normal.
“Now how about you try moving those soft lips of yours?” Nodding meekly, the
soldier wasted no time in trying out that idea, his head tilting upwards to
press a small butterfly kiss to each of older man’s calloused knuckles. Sliding
the back of his hand away from the attentive lips, Sephiroth’s palm grazed the
blond’s cheek to the nape of his neck, pulling that willing mouth to his own
once more. Those terribly awkward fingers slowly explored the alabaster skin,
guided by the General’s free hand towards just the right spots, encouraged when
the older man answered his probing with a grin against his lips.
“Se-Sephiroth…” Cloud gasped in between breaths of their kiss, reawakening the
General’s lust that seemed to have abated as he taught the teenager the art of
foreplay. Only in kissing did the boy have an advantage, demanding domination
and passion despite his natural submissiveness. Heat flared in Sephiroth’s body
as he constantly found himself combating the sensual grind of his lover’s mouth
against his. It was as though little Cloud kissed a thousand times before…then
again, his experience must be transferring over from JENOVA, but the mercury
haired commander allowed himself to be distracted away from that thought with
the small soldier’s slow but sure grappling of his awakening sensuality. So
damn sexy… Sephiroth thought in awed pleasure,, the teenager’s body arching up
against him as he ran his hands down the slender sides, erecting candied moans
that almost vibrated from his throat like a feline purr.
Cloud was just begging to be ravaged. And Sephiroth found himself fighting with
his unspoken agreement with his mother. Gentle, fine. But slow and easy is
another thing entirely. The heat that flared in his groins was almost
unbearable and he didn’t know how much more he could take. It was quite
aggravating. If there wasn’t a busybody no-good third party involved, he’d
already be having his way with his little sex kitten. His frustration was
quickly wearing down the tentative hold JENOVA had over him, snapping her
threads of control like cello strings through a wire cutter, the released
tension lashing at both sides with reverberating snaps. Smug, Sephiroth could
feel JENOVA’s growing alarm as she fought to maintain the straining puppet
strings holding her biological son back. Probably realizing the futility, the
alien queen focused all her control into pressing the need, the urgency in
preparing her young one into the older man’s mind. It left the General vaguely
offended. He wasn’t new at this after all. Or perhaps she was naïve enough to
believe that her other son was a virgin as well.
Leaning even closer, his lips moved to the blond’s ear. “Just stay still,
Kitten… I’m going to prepare you.”
“Prepare?” Cloud echoed, suddenly uncertain once more. “Prepare me for what?”
His wide eyes watched the older man smirk, and then followed the cat-slit eyes
that mirrored his own further down along the older man’s body. “Oh,” he quipped
simply, not really processing the sexual implication at first. Then something
or other in the boy’s cognitive awareness must have snapped into the right
place as his wide cat-slit eyes grew wider, pupils contracting until they were
mere slivers in his irises. “…Oh,” he squeaked, looking at best absolutely
terrified. “Y-You’re not really going to put that- EEP!” he yelped a panicked
squelch, when he felt the older man’s fingers intrude into his body.
A low chuckle. “That is the point, Kitten.” Sephiroth had to wonder how much
blood the boy had to blush that hard while so obviously in use of it elsewhere.
Cloud squirmed and writhed about under him, looking delicious whether he
intended to or not, unable to get comfortable with the probing fingers. Now
for…  Shit, no lubricant. Unless they wanted to use Mako from JENOVA’s glass
coffin. The very idea sent a shudder of revulsion through the General. Besides,
that sort of exposure would be almost instantly absorbed into Cloud’s
bloodstream – instant Mako poisoning. Well, dry it is then… he thought, sending
an almost knowing glance to his mental intruder.
A deep, almost ripe citrus odor made itself known, emanating from…the wings?
Touching a hand to the soft down and to the strong muscle below, Sephiroth
smirked as his little lover shivered from the sensitivity before his fingers
sank into a saponaceous liquid. Bringing his gooey fingers to just above his
lips, the General cringed at the not-unpleasant, but overwhelming pungency.
“It’s for my wings…” Cloud explained softly. “It’s supposed to keep my feathers
waterproof, but I haven’t preened it through them yet…It doesn’t usually come
out so heavily though…” the soldier all but whispered, his cheeks red with
embarrassment. Poor boy. Didn’t even realize his body was being controlled by
another. Were Cloud and JENOVA simply that integrated?
No matter, this would serve his purposes. Smearing the oil across his hand,
Sephiroth’s fingers re-entered the boy, enjoying Cloud’s shy mewling and
awkward squirms. “Are you alright, Kitten?” the General purred, amused by the
winged soldier’s antics. The teenager’s eyes turned towards his and the teasing
amusement faded.
Bangs of gold crowned the young face, flushed with arousal, shallow for breath
and burning with desire. It was maddening to see that creamy face, with its
soft and gentle curves, lightly brushed with sweat, aching for him. Yet, when
he looked to the boy’s eyes, expecting his own eyes mirrored back at him, he
was faced with the most profound blue he had ever seen. Like bright skies and
deep oceans, spring showers and forget-me-nots, the very essence of the color:
pure contentment and inherent peace. But most of all, under the thin sheet of
anxiety, those blue eyes radiated with…love, the like of which the General had
never seen before.
Sephiroth forgot how to breathe.
Cloud’s fingers strayed up to his commander’s tresses, his slender fingers
slipping through the river of mercury and affectionately bringing it to his
cheek. “I’m alright, Sephiroth,” he whispered, a slight curve to his lips. “I
trust you…”
JENOVA was already gone, distancing herself away from the intimate scene –
puppet strings and all. Yet the General still felt a foreign restricting of his
chest in response to the sincere adoration reflected in the boy’s true eyes. He
suddenly couldn’t imagine being anything but careful with the winged creature,
so small and so…trusting…  No one trusted him before. He was feared by the
masses, considered a danger restricted only by the vague concept of ‘sides.’
Even Zax took all his benevolent actions with a grain of salt. And then…Cloud…
As though the teenager would shatter under his touch, Sephiroth tentatively
reached for him, gently brushing his thumb over the young boy’s lower lip. The
smile it sported widened and then an almost imperceptible nod.
“I want to be with you.”
Still wondering how in the world he was worthy of such overwhelming devotion,
Sephiroth answered the request with an awkwardly tender kiss. At that very
moment, he couldn’t think of a thing he wanted more than this. Bringing up the
teenager’s tanned legs around his waist, his manhood penetrated into Cloud’s
wet and inviting heat.
It should be the most awkward intercourse that Sephiroth ever engaged in. His
‘Mother’ lay just beyond the fringes of his conscious thought. No doubt she was
watching this all first person through his lover. Said lover was part alien,
many times more powerful than himself, a being that deserved to be feared by
every creature on the planet. Not to mention he was essentially his adopted
brother, with ever changing eyes that sometimes had Sephiroth wondering if he
was looking in a mirror. However…
Only beauty lay in the sensual grind of two lovers so wrapped in lust and
adoration, tender touches, heated passions. Soft gasps escaped young lips.
Moans from a deep baritone throat. Rustles of shaking feathers. Eye on Mako
eye. Slick sweat coated the pliant skin that worked over shifting muscles,
waves of hair turning into strands that stuck to the pale skin. Thrusts of two
bodies working in unison, growing in intensity, faster, harder, souls
intertwining, until the culminating--sweet surrender.
One fell to two, two separate bodies wafting apart, yet still drawn to each
other like the sun and the earth. The lesser of the powerful beings, floored
with exhaustion, drifted into a deep sleep. His other simply rolled over,
watching the dark eyelashes flutter to a close.
Are you happy, my precious child?
The question floated to his consciousness and Cloud welcomed the familiar
presence that wrapped him in its loving embrace like a soft woven blanket
around his shoulders. His fingers smoothly brushed aside the long strands of
sticky hair clinging to Sephiroth’s sleeping face, a smile soft and light
glowing on the winged being’s tired but content face. “I’ve never been
happier.”
****
Soft…
Oh Gods, what a dream…
A citric pungent odor wrestled with his consciousness, pulling his mind from
his slumber.
Warm…
Emerald eyes slowly opened to fantastic waves of pristine white feathers.  They
cushioned his naked body from the icy floor, shielded him from prying eyes, and
blanketed him from the stale pressing air.  Bewildered, the General fisted a
couple long barbs in his grip. A yelp sounded from just alongside him.
“Sephiroth!” the voice from his dreams cried indignantly.
Wait a minute…
The commander’s head snapped up along the train of feathers towards the
direction of the voice, his pupils contracting as his eyes widened upon the
subject of his fantasies. The three powerful wings which so coveted him during
his sleep sprouted from the slender back of his Kitten – Cloud, the mysterious
regular, JENOVA’s Chosen. His young face, crowned by a sweaty multitude of
spiky strands, held an almost childish pout, making him seem even younger than
his already misleading appearance. The toned form, also quite naked, sat in a
meditative pose, his other three wings held in full bloom to his right side.
His slender fingers seemed to be caught in the middle of the daunting task of
preening his enormous wings. His creamy, succulent flesh was marked with the
obvious signs of lovemaking. The annoyed expression disappeared into one of
serenity, green eyes dancing with joy and a large smile to bolster it.
“Cloud…” Sephiroth whispered, his eyes wide with astonishment. It wasn’t a
dream at all, was it? Everything was real… Including JENOVA, the General
noticed, feeling the lingering presence just in the back of his mind. Damn
corpse.
The teenager jerked, taking the secret thought like a slap to the face.
…And double damn the corpse for letting Cloud see into his mind! “Sephiroth,”
the boy half-sighed, his voice lined with hurt, probably upset with the
constant berating of his precious mother, “why are you so ungrateful? So
bitter? You have so much to thank Mother for.” An ugly snort escaped the
General. Ungrateful? What did he have to be grateful for? His uniqueness meant
a decade of abuse and experimentation in the hands of Hojo. When he finally
escaped when he was given a sword at eleven and chucked onto the Wutai
battlefront, he had only resigned himself to fourteen years of servitude under
ShinRa. His unfortunate title meant next to nothing outside of the military and
even then all his battle strategies were carefully analyzed by objective third
parties; to check that the expected casualty rate was low enough for them to
use, always believing that Sephiroth never had the troops’ interests at heart.
Everyone feared him, belittling his humanity. The final kick to the gut was
that they were right; he was as inhuman as they all thought.
His despondent thoughts halted when two slender arms wrapped around his torso,
the winged teenager’s cheek pressed lightly between his shoulder blades. His
golden hair tickled the nape of his neck, and his light breath felt almost
comforting against his right shoulder blade, but most of all Sephiroth felt the
desperation in those tightening muscles. “I’m sorry,” came the breathy whisper.
“I’m sorry you went through that all alone. I wish I could have been there with
you.”
No you don’t.
“I do!” the boy insisted, his voice choked with regret and that wonderful, pure
love. “If anyone should have been subjected to that, it should have been me.
I’m the one carrying Mother after all.” His explanation felt like a plea to the
General’s ears, wanting acceptance, hoping to penetrate into his melancholy,
and ringing of truth.
Once again, Cloud rocked his carefully constructed world, a meaningless,
loveless void, with his complete sincerity and devotion. Cloud did not toy with
him as JENOVA did to get what he wanted. Cloud’s words were honest and so empty
of malice or fear, that only adoration sprung from every syllable like clean
spring water, gently soothing away the mercury haired commander’s concepts of
what was wrong with the world. Cloud… His precious gift, so full of undeserving
love and yet Sephiroth had him all the same. “Cloud, I would never let you be
subjected to that. I am glad you weren’t there.” With a small smile, the
General conceded reluctantly that he did in fact have one thing he was grateful
to JENOVA for. Turning around, his strong arms tenderly wrapped themselves
around his small love. “I am also glad that you are here with me now.”
A single blink of startled eyes, before a radiant smile burst from the horizon
of Cloud’s lips, full of promise for a new beginning.
“Oi!” The couple’s heads snapped in the direction of the third voice, alarmed
and angered at the intrusion, at the man clad in a SOLDIER uniform, the eye
catching Buster Sword strapped firmly to his back. Zax… Sephiroth resisted the
urge to groan, wondering how the 1st Class was going to take the intimate and
vulnerable scene of two lovers disturbed. Wait…wings! His cat-slit eyes glanced
to Cloud’s back, a momentary wave of relief washing through him when he
realized that they were already out of sight. How the boy managed to do that in
a split second, he didn’t know, but he was exceedingly grateful all the same.
The raven haired SOLDIER took a step into the throne room, before he screeched
to a halt, finally registering what his two naked friends were up to. An
unwilling blush tickled his cheeks, his violet eyes widening with
embarrassment. “Oh…holy…Well, damn,” he muttered nonsensically, scratching the
back of his head with his calloused hand.
Sephiroth pulled himself away from the younger man, reaching for his long
leather coat to cover up Cloud before his arms crossing as he leveled an even
glare upon his second in command. He didn’t bother to cover himself up, as
there was nothing that Zax hadn’t seen before. His Kitten was a different
matter entirely, even if Zax had seen him before as well. Possessiveness raged
through him as he kept himself from throttling the man from Gongaga for looking
over the love marks and bruises that mottled the boy’s creamy skin. “Do you
need something…?” he inquired, his bored tone barely concealing his irritation.
“Ah…oh right!” Zax cried, finally prying his eyes away from Cloud, his demeanor
growing more professional once in more solid territory. “We have our orders to
return to Junon at 0900 hours, General-sir!” Despite himself, the 1st Class
SOLDIER couldn’t help a small grin. “Or maybe I can call you Seph, since we are
in familiar company now, sir?”
Oh Gods, his second in command was recovering from the shock. It only spelled
bad news for the both of them. “What time is it now?”
“1047 hours exactly, Seph.” The General cringed at the nickname. Zax went on,
oblivious (or possibly not caring) about the distaste in his commander’s
expression. “Sorry ‘bout that, but I’ve been looking for the two of you ALL
OVER ever since seven. I never imagined that you would be here and
well…together.” His sheepish grin turned devious. “Although, I should have
known. I mean, Seph, you never came back to the inn at night, supposedly
researching those dusty and boring old journals non-stop. And Spike-” it took
Sephiroth a moment to register that was Cloud’s nickname “visiting yourmother,
huh? Tsk, tsk.” The 1st Class shook his head playfully at the boy. All the
blood in Cloud’s body rushed to his cheeks and he shyly hid his face behind the
collar of his lover’s coat. “With a Momma like yours, it’s no wonder you’re
such a mommy’s boy.” A small whimper of humiliation escaped the small lump
under the black leather.
Coming to his Kitten’s rescue, Sephiroth once more enclosed the small teenager
in his protective hold and turned his most lethal glare on the raven haired
SOLDIER, his eyes burning like dry ice on Zax’s skin, stealing his breath and
security away as though he was plunged into the deepest depths of the ocean
with ten ton anchors tied to his ankles.
The 1st Class SOLDIER was speechless. His ever perceptive eyes recognized the
life rendering threat exactly for what it was…
Sephiroth, the Great General Sephiroth, the demon of the Wutai War, free of all
that was human in the world, who never let anyone close to him even his second
in command… found something to cherish. Zax would never have believed it if he
didn’t see how he held the small soldier gently wrapped in his protective arms,
as though he would be happiest if he never had to let go. Once again, the raven
haired SOLDIER smiled sheepishly, realizing that he had tread into something
intimate and profound. He never imagined his General, the ice-block on legs,
could ever develop a relationship so deep (despite always wishing the older man
would) and certainly not without his help.
Yet here was definite proof that Sephiroth was completely fine on his own. Zax
couldn’t help a little resentment that the mercury haired commander was holding
out on him. His resulting satisfied grin disarmed the defensive General enough
to wonder at his second in command’s thoughts. “Well…we’re already running
late,” Zax started, “I’m going to go back to the village and we’ll leave at
1130 hours…with or without you.”
The 1st Class SOLDIER held no illusions that Sephiroth enjoyed being in the
employ of ShinRa Incorporated. He made it perfectly clear to his second in
command many times that he only stayed because he simply had nowhere else to
go. And now he did. By Spi- Cloud’s side. Whether they would want to return…Zax
didn’t know. But he’d be more than willing to declare the two gone from the
world if they so chose, facing the wrath of the entirety of the ShinRa
administration. Sephiroth never looked so confused in his life at the younger
man’s cryptic statement and Zax nearly laughed. “It’s been amazing working with
you, Seph.”
The nostalgia in the SOLDIER’s voice completely threw off the older man. “Why
are you saying that all of a sudden?” he demanded cautiously, his cat-slit eyes
clearly reflecting his suspicion.
Zax shrugged lightly. “I just…wanted to let you know.” Cloud’s young face snuck
over the collar of the leather coat, his wonderful blue comprehending eyes
catching onto the subtle goodbye. He would miss the little guy, so easy to
tease and yet so full of an almost otherworldly wisdom. “You take care of him,
kay, Spike?” Cloud nodded fervently.
Sephiroth’s suspicion raised ten fold at the common look they shared, one that
held a meaning that he obviously couldn’t understand. Then the raven haired man
launched himself at the two of them. He didn’t have enough time to reach for
his Masamune before two strong arms nearly choked the life out of him and his
lover. The alien gesture registered in the commander’s mind. It was one of
those platonic embraces: a hug. Zax never attempted one before, so why now all
of a sudden? His captor took a breath, its deep intake carrying tones of
ominous finality. His Kitten leaned into the embrace, his eyes closing in
bittersweet reminiscence. It was many moments before the tan arms released
them, the straining biceps going slack as they fell back to the man’s sides.
Sephiroth glanced up to the 1st Class’ eyes just quickly enough to see the
flash of sorrow in his eyes before he masked it with a happy-go-lucky grin. A
casual salute. “I’ll see ya around.”
Then Zax was no longer there, a shadow along the walls, retreating from the
bowels of the reactor.
Sephiroth had no idea what just happened, but something of tremendous
importance took place in these last few moments. It frustrated him to no end
that he couldn’t even comprehend the reasoning or mechanics of the powerful
emotions behind the rare gesture. A small stroke of delicate fingers to his
chin brought his attention back to the shy blond at his side; the boy he loved
so dearly that he wasn’t even surprised at the idea of sacrificing his own life
for him, even though they only knew one another for a single night.
A knowing smile to an irritated scowl, the two kissed like old lovers. The
mercury haired warrior found his aggravation charmed away by his love’s gentle
caresses, like nimble fingers smoothing down ruffled feathers. In their gasps
for air between their parting lips, Cloud breathed whimsically,
“I have an idea, Sephiroth…”
Blue eyes on green. Once again Sephiroth dived into the deep and tranquil
beauty of the boy’s eyes, so sage and brimming with promise. From deep in his
throat, a reverberating baritone purr,
“What’s that, Kitten?”
A radiant smile formed on his young lover’s lips, offering his very soul in all
its vulnerable glory.  The slightest change. Jade mirrored emerald.
“Let’s go to the Promised Land.”
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