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Mastered Materia	By : Savaial Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 1494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I respectfully credit all Original Creators, namely Squaresoft, which became SquareEnix,for these characters. In this way, I pay homage to my Fandom's Original Creator, and illustrate my Community's belief that Fan Fiction is "fair use". I do not claim to own these characters. I do not make money or gil from using these protected characters, nor do I wish to make money or gil from them. In other words, I am borrowing these characters to entertain the adult fanfiction community, but I am doing so with the highest degree of respect to the engineers, game designers, music makers, voice actors.

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He looked at me strangely all day, a change from his usual avoidance game. No, today he met my eyes. Today I caught him staring. It reminded me of time in a mako tank. What did he want from me? He owned me now anyway; he didn�t have to play these games.

He�d clipped my wing.

Penance didn�t come easily to me. I resented all of these people. They felt powerful enough to dictate my every action simply because they were his friends. So, the gunner made tiresome comments, the dark-haired pugilist rubbed her father�s death in my face, and the airship captain offended me with his grasp of language. The ninja princess made artless comments, the ex-Turk ignored me, and the red beast growled in my direction whenever possible.

Then, there was him, the wing-clipper.

I resented him the most of all. He teased me without knowing it. The others were honest in their aversion, their revulsion, but he withheld his from me. He dangled it over my head like greens to lure a chocobo. With his hatred I could be complete, but he had never, ever hated me.

I'd seen it in his eyes every time we fought. He pitied me. He�d said it, even. I could destroy the world and he�d still pity me. In this way I�d never conquer him. I accepted it as a failing outside my influence, but it didn�t help me sleep at night.

�Set up,� he told me, walking past. �Put Barret between Yuffie and Tifa, Vincent beside of Tifa and me beside you.� He always varied the sleeping arrangements but I always slept on the farthest outskirts. He put himself beside me to act as a buffer, to put that much more distance between me and his friends.

I caught the scent of him. He smelled of vanilla, patchouli and myrrh, as always. It was how the mako reacted to his personal chemistry. If he sat particularly close to fire, heating his skin, the smell drew me like ants to sugar.

He turned, glancing at me. His blue, blue eyes searched my body a moment. �If I�m not back in an hour, find me.�

I knew he meant to get dead wood for our fire. And, black harpies lived in these woods, vampires waiting to catch someone off guard. He rightly felt concern for his safety.

I nodded. I never spoke to him. I never spoke at all. It remained my only defense against complete ownership.

It wasn�t his fault I was his slave. The council voted him for the position of my master without his consent, forced me upon him to right the wrongs I�d committed against him. He hadn�t even attended when they�d put the bracelet on me.

He strode deep into the woodland and I began setting up tents. At this point everyone knew I would do the work, so they lounged together under an apple tree and talked. I felt Lockhart�s eyes burning into my back. Out of all of them, she most wanted to see me dead. But, not before seeing me writhing at her feet.

I understood her anger, but I would not show her my belly.

I did not hear Valentine. I almost never heard him. He stepped up beside me, a packet in his golden claws. �Take it,� he rumbled. His crimson gaze, cold and clear, bored into me.

He was his friend, and I obeyed.

Inside the knotted kerchief lay my ration for the evening meal. I took the hard bread and apple and returned the cloth. I nodded to him, which was all he ever expected.

Because I didn�t feel hungry yet, I placed my food on a stone and finished setting up tents. Occasional laughter drifted my way, carried on a soft breeze. We had hours before dark, but he had wanted to set up in the shelter of this valley, and they all followed him without question. In four days at the most we would reach the Weapon and destroy it. He wanted us energetic and ready for the fight.

Lockhart made her way over just as I sat to eat. She nearly always did if he wasn�t here to see her. Long ago she�d figured out my hatred of being pestered while I ate.

�Still not speaking to us peasants?� she asked. Her dark eyes took me in with understandable contempt. I chewed slowly, meeting her challenging gaze with necessary neutrality. Fighting with her would not improve my situation.

No one but the Ancients believed me innocent of Nibelheim�s destruction. They alone knew the power of Jenova and how she could rip a man�s mind to shreds. And so, Lockhart knew with all her heart I had full reason when I killed her father and attempted to gut her. I�d never correct her. She wouldn�t believe me even if she understood.

�You never rise to my bait, not even when Cloud is gone.� Lockhart looked at my slave bracelet meaningfully. �The council must have great magic to keep you on a leash.�

Not so very great magic. I�d overcome the no-kill protocol on the bracelet my first day wearing it. No one knew. They all still believed I was harmless, unable to even help them destroy the Weapon. I was his pet, or cheap labor.

I tossed the apple core and began on the hard bread. Lockhart gave up and wandered back to her friends.

I marked an hour and got up, taking his obvious trail into the thick underbrush. The sounds of grunting and feathers fluttering came to my ears in five minutes. I rounded a path toward a small stream. There, stretched out on the bank underneath a harpy, lay my master.

The creature never heard my approach. I plucked it off and threw it, sending it kilometers over the treetops.

He was bleeding at the neck.

I bent, picked him up in my arms and took him into the water to wash the puncture wounds. He looked nearly as pale as me now, and bluish near the lips. We were the same blood type. If I had the means I could share.

I knelt, laying him across my knees, but cradling him.

As carefully as I could, I pressed the sides of his injuries, squeezing the sedating, paralyzing toxin from his neck. He felt slender and light in my arms, yet so packed with strength and long muscle. Having suffered defeat at his hands more than once, I respected his power.

The water lapped at us, drawing more venom, but it wouldn�t be enough. I bent my head and sucked at his neck, tasting his skin and the acrid tang of harpy venom. I spat and repeated twice before tasting anything but his rich, mako-infused blood. He groaned as consciousness returned. His eyelids fluttered, revealing a blue to rival any sky or any sea.

�Harpy,� he moaned, jerking.

I ached to say something to him but pride wouldn�t let me. Instead, I nodded and helped him to stand in the water. He clutched my shoulder for support. I stood taller and stronger, for all my enforced servitude. I had to bear whatever he wished. At least this didn�t hurt me inside, like his pity.

He slipped and I caught him, setting him upright once more. Slowly, still holding onto me, he bent and washed his neck. Now his strength returned, and color eased back out in his lips. Mako made us both very resilient.

Saying nothing, he waded out. I followed him to a stack of scattered branches. Without waiting for his command I picked them up. He gave a little jerk of his head and took the lead out, stopping every so often to gather wood for his own arms. We returned to the camp with no one the wiser he�d been injured; his bites closed and healed in mere minutes. Still, we were obviously wet.

�What happened to you?� Lockhart asked, eyeing his drenched hair and clothing.

�Harpy attack,� he grunted, in his usual, honest way. I might not have admitted falling to a harpy, but he never cared to conceal his failings. �Sephiroth pulled it off me.�

Lockhart�s eyes flicked to mine. Suspicion and confusion dwelt in her mind. �You�re alright now?� she asked him.

�I�m fine.� He shrugged. �She must not have gotten too much venom in me.�

He went to his tent. I dropped the firewood in a good place. I began to concentrate on drawing my power to make fire, but Lockhart appeared in my way. �You have blood on your lip,� she told me.

I wiped my mouth, seeing a smear of drying crimson on my hand.

�Did you suck the venom out of Cloud?� she demanded.

I nodded.

�Why?�

For an answer I held the bracelet up to her eyes. She wouldn�t understand or trust my real answer.

�You have to protect him as well as obey him?� Lockhart asked, her voice slightly surprised.

Again I nodded.

�Then, what happens when we fight Weapon? You aren�t allowed to fight, but Cloud will be fighting.�

�He�ll be killed,� Valentine said quietly. �That must have been the purpose of tying him to Cloud and then sending Cloud to fight.�

Lockhart�s eyes flew to mine. �Is that true?�

I smiled. It was my first smile to her, ever, and it made her step back a pace.

�It is true,� she muttered. She looked at Valentine. �I- this is disgusting. Why didn�t they execute him outright?�

�He was found temporarily insane by law, not criminally insane,� Valentine told her. �This eliminated him without breaking any laws.�

Lockhart made a face. �So, why did they make him mute?�

�As far as I know, he isn�t,� Valentine answered, looking at me. �He just prefers not to speak to us.� He pulled his cloak closer to his body and returned to staring off into the distance.

I built the fire and ignored Lockhart�s eyes. Every evening I had one free hour, a humanitarian condition of my slavery. He always signified it by leaving me to sleep, his way of showing me I wasn�t needed. Another example of his pity. I walked out of the camp without looking at anyone.

I smelled a mako fountain close by, underground, mixing with the water from the nearby stream. By following the scent I tracked it to a small, nearly completely enclosed cave. To keep from soiling my clothes any more than needed, I shed them and left them just outside the entrance. I hadn�t bathed in mako since my campaign in Wutai so many years ago, but I still remembered how I�d enjoyed it. This would be a very good way to kill a free hour.

The fresh, cold water and hot mako combined into a lukewarm shower. It tumbled down over rocks, making bluish-green vapor. It illuminated the cavern well, but had help from various forms of glowing lichen and mushroom. I reclined under the small but powerful stream, feeling the cells of my body rejoice.

Time slowed. My pores opened to draw in the blood of the Planet. All became the silence, the cold air, the warmer liquid and the smell of dark, rich earth. I heard my heart beating strongly in my ears. Lazy, languid strength poured into me. I opened my wing to it, arching my back. Eyes closed, I exulted in my kinship with this element.
My nostrils caught the scent of vanilla, myrrh, and patchouli. Slowly I raised my head.

He stood in the entrance, a dark outline of hard, masculine muscle.

I�d lost track of time and he�d been forced to find me. The bracelet didn�t allow me to leave him for long.

He came fully inside, heavy boots sinking into the miry clay. I sat up, allowing the water to stream off my head. If he meant for me to leave now, I�d go, but not before drenching myself all over. I wanted that slick liquid all over me, nourishing my skin and rejuvenating my power.

His blue eyes wandered my naked form with curiosity and appreciation. His gaze lingered on the trail of silver hair below my navel; the only hair I possessed besides what occupied my head.

Ah.

This was the reason for all the staring today. Did he toy with me, smelling my need for him? Why would he understand it now when I�d wanted him always? I couldn�t bear it if he offered himself and then denied me. But no, he pitied me. If he showed any interest it would be for a pity fuck. I couldn�t bear that either.

I watched, mesmerized as his slender, rough hand eased out. His index finger coasted over my stomach, frictionless in the mix of water and mako. Muscles bunching, I let my head fall back

His stroke set me burning. I hardened, helpless to resist. I�d waited for him to touch me, imagined it, but it all paled to the reality. I clenched the rock, mortified I�d sprung to life for him. But, shame had less power than desire, and I desired him.

�You�re beautiful, Sephiroth,� he murmured, his low voice echoing gently off the black stone. �I�m sure you�ve been told, though.�

I couldn�t answer. His hand, wrapping around me securely, had me dumb with pleasure. I gave up my reason, surrendered to his will without a care. Let him pity me. Let him please me if only the once, and for the worst reason. I would hold the encounter in my heart, letting it nurture me until my atoms refused to hold together.

His stroke became a pump, lifting my hips from the rock. I groaned, clenching the limestone so hard I felt it collapsing under my fingers. He traveled to the tip of me, returning firmly. I began to tremble.

�You never say a word to me, Sephiroth,� he whispered. �You wouldn�t even now, would you?� I felt his other hand on my wing, stroking down the flange at his leisure. He would know how good this felt, having a wing himself. I bucked in his grip, feeling heavy in my balls and swollen with need.

No, I wouldn�t. I would groan, moan, cry and gasp but I would not speak, not yet.

�You�re a proud creature,� he murmured lowly, close to my ear. �I know what you want from me even if you�d never tell.�

I groaned. He might know, but he�d never agree. I would never see him bent to take me, never feel his sharp hipbones under my restless fingers, never smell his body with the scent of sex. I couldn�t take him the way I desired, the way I needed. I only thanked whatever gods that smiled upon me that he would touch me here and now.

My need for him humbled me, after all these months of frustration and want.

�I don�t know if this will make it easier for you or harder,� he said softly, running his thumb over my engorged head. �But, you aren�t running from me, which says you want it.�

Trembling, I kept my hands firmly on the rocks that supported me. I couldn�t let go. If I let go, I would take him in my arms and bend him over. And, if I surrendered to just taking him, the bracelet would incapacitate me.

Don�t stop, I begged silently. Please, don�t let go of me now.

He didn�t.

Ecstasy boiled up in my blood as he brought his other hand down to join the first. His slow, firm rhythm seemed to evaporate my mind. I felt him cup my weighted balls, rolling them in his palm as he stroked, his rough hands made slippery by the mako and water. He tugged gently, twisted me with perfect judgment, riding the line of good pain. My gasp of pleasure reverberated in our stone enclosure.

The mako and water falling over my hot skin aided his efforts. I felt insensible now, made buoyant by the rapture he created. Only a slim piece of metal at my wrist kept me from taking him. I�d always wanted to take him. Now, I would even settle for him taking me, if he only would.

I stiffened, feeling his finger circle my opening.

�No?� he asked gently. �I know for a fact it feels good. Let me show you.�

I calmed, letting him know my obedience with the relaxation of my body. Whatever he wanted I would give, and not because I had to give. I desired pleasing him.

�You�re a seme, not a uke,� he whispered, pushing against the tight ring. �But, we all have a pleasure center here, Sephiroth. Ukes don�t submit just because they like to receive.� His finger entered me by degrees, letting me get used to his invasion. His tireless strokes to my cock never eased, making me feel tight to his entry.

Then, he touched something. I felt my body vibrate with bliss. Gasping, I squirmed in his grip, almost afraid of feeling so much pleasure. �Easy,� he said softly. �Easy, Sephiroth. I could hurt you if you aren�t still.�

I didn�t care if he hurt me. Still, I forced my body to quiet. My every muscle strained and heaved as he smoothly, even tenderly found a pace exactly for me. He pushed and pulled in a perfect cadence, draining me of all thought. My shattered breaths filled my ears, drowning out all ideas of liberation. Let him do with me exactly what he wished; I wouldn�t fight him.

His quiet laughter filled the damp air. �I knew you�d like it,� he murmured. �I knew I could make you feel good.�

A noise escaped my lips, low and tortured. I teetered on the edge of a precipice, my balls so heavy they felt leaden. I felt my groin tighten and my cock swell. Another minute and I would burst. The thought of covering him in my come sent lightning through me. If only I could open my eyes and look at him, but I dared not.

�Sephiroth.� He stopped moving and I cried out. Panting, I shuddered all over. If he meant to stop here I would die in one tremendous cramp of unfulfilled lust.

�Sephiroth,� he repeated, obviously waiting for me to respond. With effort I coiled up to look at him.

His peerless blue eyes glowed, staring into mine. �You can have what you want,� he told me, his hands moving to his clothing. �You can have me exactly how you want me.� His sweater dropped to the water. �Don�t hold back because of that stupid bracelet, do you hear me?�

Stunned, I watched him finish undressing. My greedy eyes devoured his slender, muscled body. He had a beautiful form, sculpted and white and smooth. Fine blond hair gleamed on his arms and legs, becoming white gold on his chest. I looked at his arousal, seeing it proportionate and thick, riding high against his pelvis. His veins stood out bright blue.

He meant for me to take him, and as if I wasn�t his slave.

All my lust funneled down. I eased off my rock and stood over him, taller and broader than he. He looked up into my eyes and I saw no pity, only a need to match my own.

Slowly, I reached out and cupped his jaw. All plans of roughly taking him shelved to the back of my mind for another time. Next time, I would dominate. For now, he wanted me to just love him.

I bent my head, dragging my lips over his, feeling his startled inhale rush across my mouth. He hadn�t expected tenderness. Well, I could conquer him with softness, too, and I would. I would make him come back to me again and again, make him seek me for his pleasure.

I opened his mouth and plundered him with the utmost care, feeling him melt against me. I�d known he�d feel like this. He was satin and silk over steel muscle. To have him trembling as I had trembled made my world full and rich again.

I skimmed his back and buttocks with my hands, spreading his flesh apart while pressing us together. He moaned in my mouth. I answered him with a groan, bending him back to nip at his corded throat. He gasped my name, clenching his hands upon my shoulders so hard I felt them bruise.

Oh, he was ready to take me. And, since he�d been kind enough to show me what he liked, I�d give back what he�d given.

Taking his lesson, I gathered slick mako on my finger and eased it inside of him, feeling him clamp down around me. The tip of his cock brushed the base of mine, sending waves of pleasure to us both. I pumped him slowly, reaching for that bundle of pleasure hidden so deep. His knees gave out, forcing me to support him.

I guided him backward to my previous perch, withdrawing only to place him firmly upon the stones. He writhed, giving me a token fight as I lifted his legs. I dropped his knees over my arms, forcing him wide. He could not check my stroke in this position; he lay helpless. Slave I might be, but I remained the stronger, bigger man. I had him now.

Meeting his eyes I saw he wanted that dominion. He wished to submit. His compliance hardened me to the point of pain. I felt myself swell larger. Still, I wouldn�t be rough. Forcefulness would come another time.

I pushed my hips forward, touching his entrance with my tip. He tried to meet me, and I shook him as a warning. I only had so much control. If he kept begging me for a violent ride I�d eventually surrender.

�Sephiroth,� he gasped, his voice breaking. His back arched and his head dropped back.

I looked at that lovely body and pushed, entering him slowly.

He keened, gripping the stone as I had, tearing up chunks of limestone with his fingernails.

Oh Shiva, he was so hot and tight and slick. He pulsed around me, flexing and rippling the muscle, driving me out of my mind. I stopped halfway in, determined to make him go my pace. Letting one of his legs grip my waist, I took his lovely cock in hand and stroked. He cried out, bucking and begging me to stop or go on, he didn�t know which he wanted.

I thrust farther, feeling him stiffen in shock. My name left his lips again and again, like a mantra.

No, this wasn�t for pity. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I filled with triumph. Jerking my hips forward, I pushed as far as I could go, sinking in him up to my balls, listening to him howl his pleasure. The sound of him snapped my control. I retreated only to plow into him again, harder. The feel of him gripping me, the feel of him in my hand, and the sight of him impaled upon me made me insane.

I fucked him. I fucked him hard and strong, driven by his every cry and whimper. Gone were my thoughts of a tender lesson, of gentle bait for the next time. I wanted to feel him spasm inside and out, to feel him come apart.

He screamed my name, going rigid. I gasped, stunned as he tightened unbelievably. His hot come splashed upon us both. I let go of myself and joined him, pumping him full of me until I felt him overflow.

�Cloud,� I said, whispering his name.

He collapsed, lying in my arms and upon the stone like a boneless thing. �You said my name,� he whispered, his eyes trying to close.

Slowly, I withdrew from him. I touched him, feeling his tight abdomen jerk under my hand. He didn�t shy away, didn�t reveal the awaited moment of emotional departure.

He stayed with me.

Hardly daring to believe, I climbed over him, blocking the flow of mako and water. It beat between my shoulder blades but did not hammer against his skin anymore. Our emissions mingled with that fluid, glowing strands of DNA returning to the Planet.

He fought and succeeded against sleep, opening his eyes to gaze up into mine. �Give me your hand,� he said quietly.

I knelt up and reached out to him. He took my bracelet and broke it open. �Slide out,� he murmured. I obeyed, shaking in disbelief. Cloud took the metal hoop and threw it, not even looking in the direction it would go. I heard it clink somewhere in the back of the cave. �You never needed that thing,� he told me, his voice quiet and his eyes somber. �You don�t need it to stay with me.�

I closed my eyes.

I hadn�t needed it, no. I could have overpowered it further, over-ridden the other protocols that kept me close to him. But, I hadn�t. I�d let it rule me because it allowed him to rule me.

�Will you stay?� he asked.

�That�s the stupidest thing you�ve ever asked,� I answered. �I�ve never left you, Cloud. I�m your darkness.�

He smiled softly.
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