Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,165
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Experiments
Title: Run in Packs Drabble Series~Experiments
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tails, fluffy ears, and Hojo
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: If I wasn’t human then, what am I now?
A/N: Um…whoops? I have several of these. They will be posted after more editing. Another drabble series. *slaps self*
Genesis lay on his side staring at the wall blankly. This was…this was unthinkable. Hojo had lost his mind. Hollander doubly so for agreeing to this insane bullshit.
He hadn’t wanted this. None of them had. The mako tube and the resulting unconsciousness caused by the mako was normal. It had been for routine testing they had told him. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Fucking lying bastards.
He’d woken up with…parts. Parts that hadn’t been there when he went into the tube. Parts that weren’t even a side effect of the wolf hybrid gene splicing Hojo had been testing on the First Classes. The fluffy, auburn ears that looked more fox than wolf he had grown used to. So had he learned to deal with the thrashing of his red, thick tail tipped with a fox’s white flag. But these new parts hurt, like his body was trying to reject them as foreign. The…things twisted and writhed inside to the point where all he could do was lie on the floor and moan.
Angeal sat with him on the bathroom floor of their shared apartment, sleek black ears plastered to the sides of his head in worry. The nausea caused by mako immersion was only doubled by the internal rolling and cramping, and Genesis hadn’t been able to move far from the toilet for several hours now.
Sephiroth, blessed Sephiroth, brought him tea. Not just any tea. Chamomile tea, from the sweet flowers Angeal collected fresh while on assignment. Only Sephiroth made it the way he liked it. Perfect temperature, perfect amount of honey, just the right strength. And currently, it was the only thing he could stomach. Genesis sat up, braced against Angeal’s chest while he sipped from the delicate china cup. Sephiroth sat down as well with his back against the wall and legs stretched out in front of him. The General had seemed to adapt to his own tail rather quickly. He never sat on it like Genesis and Angeal had for a long time. The silver-grey appendage was twitching softly, more like a cat’s annoyed flick than a wolf.
Genesis often wondered if Hojo had gotten his animals wrong when experimenting on them. The only one who seemed to be really wolf was Angeal.
They all sat in silence as Genesis finished his tea and placed the cup down on the floor with a quiet clink. He leaned back into Angeal and turned his face to hide it in Angeal’s neck.
“I want to know,” Genesis said softly. “I want to understand what they did to me.”
“I can go get the paperwork,” Sephiroth offered.
“Yes, please. And…” the redhead curled up in Angeal’s hold. “And…shit. I want-I want you to look.”
Sephiroth looked stunned. “Genesis…”
“Please.” Genesis turned his head slightly while still curled into Angeal. “I only trust you and Angeal out of anyone in the world. I want you to tell me…what’s there. I just-I can’t do it…alone.”
Sephiroth couldn’t help but think the redhead looked like a frightened pup the way he was cuddled into the bigger man. The oversized hoodie and sweatpants didn’t help the perception, making Genesis look small and very, very young.
“Alright.” Sephiroth moved to his knees. “Do you want to do it now?”
“Might as well. It’s not going away just because I want it to.”
Sephiroth nodded. He crawled forward a few steps and sat back on his haunches again. His hands slipped under the hoodie and stopped to rub gently at the redhead’s roiling stomach. Genesis smiled weakly. The long, slender hands grasped the waistband of the sweats and pulled. Genesis lifted his hips and Sephiroth slid the clothing down and off the long, slender legs.
Genesis closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He spread his legs at Sephiroth’s coaxing, shivering. “Fucking bastards,” Genesis whispered angrily. “They made me afraid of my own fucking body.”
“Gen,” Angeal murmured and kissed a clammy temple. “You know we love you no matter what.”
“We do,” Sephiroth agreed. His sword calloused hands rubbed soothingly at pale thighs.
Genesis nodded and tried to relax.
Sephiroth parted the trembling thighs wider and touched the area at the apex. His fingers sought the new addition right behind the soft sack. Genesis hissed in a breath. “It’s sore.”
Long fingers gently explored around, then dipped inside. Genesis moaned brokenly, and the pain in the sound was obvious. Sephiroth smiled ruefully. “It would be easier to know what was right and what was wrong if I had ever been with a woman.”
That dragged a reluctant laugh from Genesis. “I suppose so.”
“I don’t feel anything…strange. Besides the obvious.”
“Gods,” Genesis’s voice was broken. “I’m some kind of fucking hermaphrodite freak. As if-as if everything else wasn’t enough.”
And just like that he was held in two sets of arms. The embrace was tight, tight enough to cause damage to an unaltered person.
“Gods, Gen,” Angeal said gruffly. “No more than us. You’re no more a freak than us.”
They sat on the bathroom floor for a long time, fluffy ears flattened against skulls and tails drooping, wondering when the world would be fair.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tails, fluffy ears, and Hojo
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: If I wasn’t human then, what am I now?
A/N: Um…whoops? I have several of these. They will be posted after more editing. Another drabble series. *slaps self*
Genesis lay on his side staring at the wall blankly. This was…this was unthinkable. Hojo had lost his mind. Hollander doubly so for agreeing to this insane bullshit.
He hadn’t wanted this. None of them had. The mako tube and the resulting unconsciousness caused by the mako was normal. It had been for routine testing they had told him. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Fucking lying bastards.
He’d woken up with…parts. Parts that hadn’t been there when he went into the tube. Parts that weren’t even a side effect of the wolf hybrid gene splicing Hojo had been testing on the First Classes. The fluffy, auburn ears that looked more fox than wolf he had grown used to. So had he learned to deal with the thrashing of his red, thick tail tipped with a fox’s white flag. But these new parts hurt, like his body was trying to reject them as foreign. The…things twisted and writhed inside to the point where all he could do was lie on the floor and moan.
Angeal sat with him on the bathroom floor of their shared apartment, sleek black ears plastered to the sides of his head in worry. The nausea caused by mako immersion was only doubled by the internal rolling and cramping, and Genesis hadn’t been able to move far from the toilet for several hours now.
Sephiroth, blessed Sephiroth, brought him tea. Not just any tea. Chamomile tea, from the sweet flowers Angeal collected fresh while on assignment. Only Sephiroth made it the way he liked it. Perfect temperature, perfect amount of honey, just the right strength. And currently, it was the only thing he could stomach. Genesis sat up, braced against Angeal’s chest while he sipped from the delicate china cup. Sephiroth sat down as well with his back against the wall and legs stretched out in front of him. The General had seemed to adapt to his own tail rather quickly. He never sat on it like Genesis and Angeal had for a long time. The silver-grey appendage was twitching softly, more like a cat’s annoyed flick than a wolf.
Genesis often wondered if Hojo had gotten his animals wrong when experimenting on them. The only one who seemed to be really wolf was Angeal.
They all sat in silence as Genesis finished his tea and placed the cup down on the floor with a quiet clink. He leaned back into Angeal and turned his face to hide it in Angeal’s neck.
“I want to know,” Genesis said softly. “I want to understand what they did to me.”
“I can go get the paperwork,” Sephiroth offered.
“Yes, please. And…” the redhead curled up in Angeal’s hold. “And…shit. I want-I want you to look.”
Sephiroth looked stunned. “Genesis…”
“Please.” Genesis turned his head slightly while still curled into Angeal. “I only trust you and Angeal out of anyone in the world. I want you to tell me…what’s there. I just-I can’t do it…alone.”
Sephiroth couldn’t help but think the redhead looked like a frightened pup the way he was cuddled into the bigger man. The oversized hoodie and sweatpants didn’t help the perception, making Genesis look small and very, very young.
“Alright.” Sephiroth moved to his knees. “Do you want to do it now?”
“Might as well. It’s not going away just because I want it to.”
Sephiroth nodded. He crawled forward a few steps and sat back on his haunches again. His hands slipped under the hoodie and stopped to rub gently at the redhead’s roiling stomach. Genesis smiled weakly. The long, slender hands grasped the waistband of the sweats and pulled. Genesis lifted his hips and Sephiroth slid the clothing down and off the long, slender legs.
Genesis closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He spread his legs at Sephiroth’s coaxing, shivering. “Fucking bastards,” Genesis whispered angrily. “They made me afraid of my own fucking body.”
“Gen,” Angeal murmured and kissed a clammy temple. “You know we love you no matter what.”
“We do,” Sephiroth agreed. His sword calloused hands rubbed soothingly at pale thighs.
Genesis nodded and tried to relax.
Sephiroth parted the trembling thighs wider and touched the area at the apex. His fingers sought the new addition right behind the soft sack. Genesis hissed in a breath. “It’s sore.”
Long fingers gently explored around, then dipped inside. Genesis moaned brokenly, and the pain in the sound was obvious. Sephiroth smiled ruefully. “It would be easier to know what was right and what was wrong if I had ever been with a woman.”
That dragged a reluctant laugh from Genesis. “I suppose so.”
“I don’t feel anything…strange. Besides the obvious.”
“Gods,” Genesis’s voice was broken. “I’m some kind of fucking hermaphrodite freak. As if-as if everything else wasn’t enough.”
And just like that he was held in two sets of arms. The embrace was tight, tight enough to cause damage to an unaltered person.
“Gods, Gen,” Angeal said gruffly. “No more than us. You’re no more a freak than us.”
They sat on the bathroom floor for a long time, fluffy ears flattened against skulls and tails drooping, wondering when the world would be fair.