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Blonde Ambition	By : sephcounttheways Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Strutting alone through the smoggy streets of late afternoon downtown, Sephiroth smiled suddenly and brilliantly to himself at a memory.

“Ohhh God, General Sephiroth.. I’d lick you head to toe.. even if you were a drizzle of corn-encrusted shit stuck to a gas station toilet handle...!” The purring voice over the phone had been barely able to finish through his tinkling laughter, the object of the game being to conjure up hideous compliments and say them as sexily as possible.

Sephiroth himself on his turn had taken several false starts, chuckling hard, but finally took a big breath and groaned lustfully, “Mmm, Cloud Strife, I’d fuck you all night long.. even if you were coated in chum and trapped four feet deep inside of President Shin-Ra’s hairy asshole.”

After a season of trip after numbingly dull business trip, it was all over. The much loathed “promotion season” was finished. It was only his third, but next year he was planning on totally passing the buck to someone else. Sephiroth preferred to be in Midgar, close to his favorite colleagues, close to Zack, close to his home. And he might be the General, but no twenty-year vet likes to be demoted by a twenty-something brat.

He sort of liked that, though. The way the old timers held out that last piece of respect for him, the new, extremely young General. He wanted everything, but never wanted to be just handed anything. It felt good to earn their respect; it meant something more to him than a trembling grunt’s near-worship.

So, Sephiroth felt the relief of work completed. Now he had time to do what he truly enjoyed about his job : training with the dudes, and beating the shit out of any and all creatures that dare show their asses. He smiled, hoping for one last big motherfucker before the snow came.

But not tonight. He had made it very clear that he was not to be contacted, and that Zack should and would take care of anything that came up. Tonight, he didn’t want to see, talk to, or deal with anybody.

But him.

A lot could be said for the slums, as far as Sephiroth was concerned. Downtown, nobody paid attention to anybody. If they had, they might take a second notice of the tall guy with the hat on. But they didn’t, it just wasn’t their way. And while he loved his job and would be lying if he said he didn’t often enjoy the attention being one of the most recognizable military leaders brought.. sometimes it felt like bullshit. Trite.

No recognitions, no autographs, no curses, no drunks trying to get a cell phone picture arm wrestling him. He wasn’t some sort of goddamn celebrity, he was an army General.

He wondered how it would be if he looked different. Older, plainer, buzzed military hair.

Don’t be vain. You’re goddamn disgusting in most people’s eyes, he reminded himself with a sigh. And while it was true he got his fair share of admirers, he knew that his looks weren’t exactly mainstream handsome. Often when he looked in the mirror, even he felt a teenage brand of self loathing.

Sephiroth slowed down his strut until he stopped, lingering over the selection of pretty plant life in the hand made wagon.

“The patch didn’t work, I assume?” He hummed conversationally.

Aeris, upon realizing the identity of the tall stranger at her cart, let the cigarette fall from her lips, then promptly stomped it out.

“What do you mean?” She wheezed in a puff of smoke.

“I won’t tell,” He chuckled, beginning to make his selections, “..Slim pickin’s.”

“They’re all unique and beautiful in their own way..” She whispered the last part, “My poinsettias and holly aren’t ready to come outside yet.”

Leave it to Aeris to defend stupid plants’ feelings. Sephiroth focused on the arrangement he was beginning to create, and let silence spin itself out.

She couldn’t stand it anymore, “What are you doing here?”

He smiled, “I have a hot date.”

She crossed her arms brattily, “Why didn’t you just go to a florist?”

He turned his bouquet to examine it, “Oh, but it would get back to you through the union that I bought flowers somewhere else. Then you’d actually have a reason to be so cunty.”

She gasped, “Listen here! Just because you’re a … whatever.. that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to use the c-word!”

“You’re absolutely right,” He smirked, “..faggots should never use cunts.”

“You have no class!” Aeris hissed.

“Tell me about it. That’s why I need flowers.”

She crossed her arms but couldn’t help but smile, “Smart aleck. Give me your money and go away!”

He showed her the finished product, “Good?”

She looked at it, then added a few more white ones. He paid her.

“I’m gonna be at your wedding.” He declared suddenly, to which Aeris stifled a surprised gasp.

“Fuck. I’m gonna probably be in it.” He continued mock-thoughtfully, as though he were complaining to her. She turned red as a beet.

“And I’m gonna have to be there when your kids are born.” In response to this, Aeris turned slightly on her heel and let a giggle slip. He continued, “And I’m gonna be changing those fuckin’ brats’ diapers when mommy and daddy need alone time, I can feel it. Ugh, and when they’re sick, and when they graduate, and on your golden fuckin’ anniversary.

“I’m gonna be in your goddamn life until one of you finally croaks. After which Zack will be gone and we’ll have no reason to put up with one another, or you’ll be dead and I’ll be dancin’ on your grave.”

At this, Aeris finally laughed.

“So, I gotta know, since we’re stuck with each other.. Are you seriously mad at me because I broke up with your stupid friend?”

She uncrossed her arms, then crossed them again, “I’ll be honest. I was at first. But then it became a.. habit.”

He was unphased, “Completely understood. It’s fun to have an enemy. Especially an asshole like me. ”

Her female brain heard something sincere inside of that statement, and it melted her iciness in a way an outright apology would have most assuredly fail to, “I’m so touched, Sephiroth. Let’s start over! Let’s be friends!”

..Not that he would have apologized to her anyways, he hadn’t done a goddamn thing. But if there was one difficult skill he had learned in his life, it was how to flatter, negotiate with, and neutralize an enemy.

And of course he realized that this rivalry bothered Zack quite a bit, and why shouldn’t it? He wouldn’t know how to act if Zack spit and cursed at the mere mention of Cloud… not to mention, seeing him and her sing together was a precious moment that made Sephiroth like her a little bit by default. Furthermore, every single florist he had stopped at closed at 5 on Fridays.

“Okay then, friend. If it won’t spoil your relationship with Kristen, that is.”

“Eh,” Aeris shrugged, lighting up another cigarette, “I don’t even talk to that c-word anymore.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Cam, would you make love to me?”

“Yeah.” He mumbled, enthralled by the book he was reading.

“No, really.”

“Yeah.”

Cloud growled, “Stop reading Little Women for five goddamn seconds and tell me if you would really make love to me or not!”

“Eh. Dis is your department. I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout..” Cam trailed off as his eyes focused on Cloud, who realizing he was finally be scrutinized, folded his hands in front of himself nervously.

“Well?”

“..What are ya wearin’?”

In a humiliated frenzy, Cloud’s hands flew up to tear off his clothes.

“Hey! I never said it don’t look good, I was just.. um.. it’s..”

Cloud stopped undoing buttons and looked hopeful.

Cam tilted his head, “You’s look like ya came out from a time warp.”

He did. That was the ironic point.

It had been two weeks and five days since he last kissed Sephiroth. When he was told that he had to give a few more days instead of take, Cloud’s lower lip had begun to tremble in Midgar. Thinking he had the veil of distance, he let a few tears slip silently down his cheeks.

“Don’t cry.” Sephiroth commanded sternly from Junon.

After all, he’d be stationed upon his return. Stationed! They could be together until they got sick and tired of each other. And the lucky news was that his return was on a Friday evening.

As Cloud was damn well aware, no curfew.

And it had been Sephiroth’s idea to go out to dinner tonight. Dinner! Dinner with Sephiroth! And no curfew!? Cloud felt a little faint just thinking about it.

Skinny jeans and a band shirt simply wouldn’t cut the mustard. He had to dress up a bit!

So, he had gone downtown after school in search of the perfect third date / possible lovemaking ensemble.

Thrifting in Nibelheim was a lesson in patience. After spending an afternoon swimming through piles of lederhosen and bulky flannel, maybe, just maybe he would come across a cool shirt. Or perhaps a wrinkled, bleached out pair of girl’s jeans.

But in the palace-like thrift stores of Midgar, he found a pair of dark gray trousers with black pinstripes in just his size (way too tight), white suspenders, a pearl gray dress shirt and a short, black, button up vest. Coordinated! Retro! Snappy!

As for footwear, he was normally dead against buying thrift shoes because.. well.. ew. But he spotted the most remarkable pair of shiny, bowling ball blue loafers that he had ever laid eyes on. They were way too big, but he laced them tight and decided to clunk around in them for the sake of a cool outfit. The entire ensemble cost him 12 gil.

“So, I’m from a time warp. But am I good?”

Cam’s mouth swished this way and that, “I’d tap ya hard if we was on a deserted island. That made people on it gay.”

That was all Cloud needed to hear, and he said to Cam from the bathroom, “Let me just say that you should regret not coming with me today. One store had an entire section of your Satan worshipping heavy metal bullshit.”

Cam groaned, “Ya know dere’s fuckin’ jizz and coke and kaka all over those clothes, right?”

“That’s what makes it so special! You never know what you’ll find when you reach into your pockets.” A losing lottery ticket, in Cloud’s case.

He only used hairspray when he wanted to let his hair get a bit out of control. It was obvious that the shit had a mind of its own, any and all attempts to tame it via products usually yielded unexpected and sometimes sexy results.

He took the chance and spritzed the largest vertical spike twice, than ran his flat iron upwards, slowly.

In response, it fanned out. Cloud tilted and turned his head. Very cool. He flat ironed a bit more to not look so much like a palm leaf, then went about the one, final touch he had for this evening. The scariest touch.

His mother always wore makeup, usually black smeared around her eyes and on her lashes. It worked for her, complimenting her blonde hair, blue eyes and tattoos most hardcorely.

But she sometimes changed it up. On one specific occasion, for his Aunt June’s fourth wedding, she did something different. Cloud was 9, and he remembered sitting on the toilet and watching her get ready. Using black liquid and a tiny, paintbrush-like applicator, she created a delicate line above her lashes that made her look like a total sex kitten. Cloud would catch his mother out of the corner of his eye at the reception, and every single time, it was a little bit breath taking. Despite the wear and tear from chain smoking, and having to grow up a bit too quickly due to Cloud, she was a beautiful woman. And he knew that he looked just like her.

He asked the makeup counter girl at the nearest upper plate drug store for help. He described the product his mother had used all those years ago.

“Liquid eyeliner?” She asked through bubble gum.

“That sounds right. Do they still make it?” A recommendation to use it with mascara, and 15 gil later, he had the stuff.

He decided to try the mascara first. After quickly swiping the caterpillar-like brush through his lashes, his eyes blinked involuntarily and rapidly. It tickled like fucking crazy! And the blinking had left little black blots under his eye, which he wiped away. He gave it another swipe, more carefully this time, then waved a towel at his eye so the shit might dry.

After he was confident he wouldn’t ruin his face, he looked at himself and blinked. His lashes were already pretty dark, but there was a little bit of a difference. Just a little. He did the other side, then opened up the liquid eyeliner.

Always one to have fairly steady hands, he now kept them still as a surgeon. In the way the memory of his mom did, he made a pass over his eye, attempting to make it thicker near the outside corner. Without blinking or looking, he moved to the other side and repeated the process.

After having both eyes done, Cloud regarded himself at length, and from every angle. He wasn’t the first male on Earth to wear guyliner, straight or gay. He took a few steps back to get the whole picture. He could have been the hottest fifth member of Panic At The Disco, or perhaps a blonde, fashionable droog from Clockwork Orange. He turned around, hooking his thumbs through his suspenders, and winked at himself seductively.

“Mr. General, care for a bit o’ the old in-out-in-out?”

Cam’s voice interrupted the already blossoming daydream, “Hey, uh, it’s about that time, isn’t it?”

Cloud began putting his things away in the bathroom, “Yeah, he should be here any minute!”

“Then I’ma go somewhere.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

Cam was quiet. Cloud poked his head out of the bathroom, “Cam? You don’t have to le-“

“I heardja. But I think I .. wanna leave.”

Lucking into such a streetwise, open minded friend can spoil a person like Cloud. He blinked as an uncomfortable understanding passed between them.

“Okay..” Cloud said softly, then in an effort to ease the mood, “Don’t wait up!”

Cam rolled his eyes, “I’ll expect ya back in about five minutes.”

They laughed, and Cam slammed the door with a leashed Psycho in tow.

Cloud finished cleaning up after himself, and was just about to sit on the bed to wait, when there were three sharp, telltale knocks.

He didn’t even remember to smile or pose in his haste to remove any and all solid objects between himself and his beloved. He tore open the door, and took a pause at what he found.

Sephiroth did not immediately register as Sephiroth.

He was wearing his glasses. And his hair was entirely tucked up into the black cadet cap from his coffee table, except for a few short strands around his face. Cloud took a breathless notice of the length of his neck and the hard line of his jaw, his face appearing much, much younger without the edgy help of silver hair flanking it.

“Hey.” Sephiroth said.

Cloud didn’t speak. He took a few long steps back into the room, and reached out.

Sephiroth closed the door behind him as he walked into Cloud’s outstretched arms. He buried his fingers and nose in Cloud’s hair, feeling thin arms lock around his waist.

They held each other for several long moments. Cloud breathed in like a drowning person come to the surface, far too involved in his own relief to notice that Sephiroth, in his own way, was doing the same.

“I missed you.” Cloud confessed against Sephiroth’s chest.

“I’m back.” He answered into Cloud’s hair, “..You smell so good.”

Cloud chuckled and pressed his nose to Sephiroth’s jacket, “You smell like cookies.”

Sephiroth growled, and the low pitched vibration woke up every single nerve in Cloud’s body. He unlocked his arms and slid them up around Sephiroth’s neck, too short to do much but part his lips in invitation, or else climb the man like a tree. Sephiroth smiled as he bent to meet him, pressing his lips fully against Cloud’s.

There was very little preamble; the kiss plunged into passion immediately, almost uncontrollably. Sephiroth held Cloud up against him tightly, who clung like any good romance novel harlot.

When Cloud began groaning softly, Sephiroth found himself wondering which bed was his to use. Then he took a more aware notice that there were two beds. One belonged to some random kid that could walk in at any moment.

He didn’t care less about his own embarrassment, he just didn’t want anyone else seeing Cloud in this blushing, writhing, sexually charged context. Ever. Especially some kid who was sleeping next to him.

With that sobering thought, he retracted and stood up straight, smiling as Cloud clung and refused to let his lips go, sucking onto them until the bitter end.

“Geez.” Sephiroth breathed as he was finally at his full height.

Cloud’s humility found him, and his clinging became less urgent, “I’m sorry. I just.. need to kiss you.”

That earned him another one, made of sweeter, softer, full mouth to mouth contact.

Cloud put his hands on Sephiroth’s shoulders and let them feel and wander the bare skin on the back of his neck, a place he had not yet touched. Sephiroth was wearing smart black pants, a white (white!) v-neck cotton shirt with a soft, simple dark gray jacket that may have been considered a hoodie unzipped over it. It was all a little too smart and simple, and very well made. Cloud was suspicious. Sephiroth stuck to the most neutral of colors, but he was a fashionista at heart, he could feel it. He broke the kiss and moved it to Sephiroth’s cheek, then neck, where unobstructed by hair, he carefully pulled back on his collar, trying to get a peek at the label.

His blue eyes turned into two blue, quivering circles. Marc by Marc Jacobs! Cloud and his grubby thrift store hands were sullying designer clothes!

Sephiroth squared his shoulders ticklishly, “Knock it off.”

Cloud kissed Sephiroth’s soft cheek in a guilty apology, “I told you. I’m a clothes hound.”

Sephiroth then straightened up with a smile, “That you are.” And Cloud swelled with pride as green eyes appreciated his third date ensemble.

And Cloud better appreciated his. With the fashionably understated outfit and cute hat, he looked like a male model from the witness protection program, “You too.. are you being incognito?”

Sephiroth pushed the glasses up his nose, “Just a little. I’ll take it off when we leave.”

“..Please do.” At almost three weeks apart, they had had several phone conversations varying in length and flavor, and he had become much more skilled at in the arts of verbal flirting and teasing, especially since Sephiroth always ate it up.

But flirting in person? He did alright for himself the last time they were together, but he had been longing to give Sephiroth the sort of look that made skin grow hot without words or touches. Cloud desired him in every way, and he wanted him to know it. He deserved to know it. So he gazed up and tried his best at sending love and lust across the space between their eyes.

Sephiroth smiled at the game, and gave some of his own, “..What are you hungry for?”

Oh, damn you, double entendre! It was too much, Cloud lost his cool as heat took over his face, and hid away in Sephiroth’s jacket.

“Anything you are.” He said into the material.

Sephiroth hugged him warmly, “How about we just drive until we see somethin’ interesting?”

Cloud nodded happily, nervousness evaporating.

“Oh,” Sephiroth said, picking up a bag that had been dropped on the floor when he was lured in from the hallway.

He held it out to Cloud, who eyed it curiously for a moment before slowly reaching out to take it. Sephiroth smiled and swung it out of reach, “Close your eyes. Don’t open ‘til I say.”

A present? There was nothing Cloud liked better. He smiled, and shut his eyes obediently.

The room was utterly quiet for a moment. Cloud was about to become a bit anxious, when smooth, soft lips touched his. Cloud melted into the kiss, starving for it. He had noticed that he enjoyed kissing with his eyes open, liking to watch the shapes Sephiroth’s full lips made against his. But he was resolute about keeping his eyes closed, thinking that perhaps this was a test. The effort made his eyelids tingle.

Sephiroth completed the kiss with a long flick of his tongue, then there was a rustle of the bag, “It made me think of you. Open.”

Cloud smiled widely, wondering what could have made Sephiroth think of him, and he slowly, carefully slit one blue eye open.

Sephiroth was holding up a small, baby blue t-shirt that declared, ‘Nibelheim : A quaint little drinking town with a mountain problem.’

Cloud read the statement twice before growling with astonishment, “Oh my God! It kicks ass! Thank you, thank you!”

Sephiroth grinned at the enthusiasm, as he was a person who liked to give presents. Then, he was grinning for a different reason; Cloud had begun to hastily unbutton his clothes.

He took notice not only as a lover, but as a superior that Cloud had to have been working damn hard in his training. In only under three weeks, there was a slight visible difference in the contours of his long arms, and his waist appeared to be a bit more defined. The changes would probably taper off around spring, then pick up again next year as his body reached its final maturity. Sephiroth felt a wistful pang, having gone through it all himself not too long ago. It was exciting to get bigger, harder, stronger. He wanted Cloud to be stronger. He wanted him to be a SOLDIER.

Sephiroth kept these musings silent, but had to let out an appreciative whistle.

Cloud giggled, stretched the shirt carefully over his hair, and pulled it on.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking down at himself. The baby blue shade of the shirt echoed in the undertones of his eyes. Somehow Cloud made a kitschy little t-shirt gorgeous.

“Yeah.” Sephiroth nodded.

“Vest?” Cloud asked.

“Nah. Suspenders.”

Cloud nodded and pulled them back up from where they had been pushed down to rest on his hips.

When he finished fixing himself, Sephiroth said, “Close your eyes again.”

Cloud looked a little bewildered at this, “More? Seph..” But shut them anyways.

This time Cloud knew what the gift was without opening his eyes, as his nose was filled with the smell of outside, and of surprisingly, home. He opened up without being told, and found an autumn-colored bouquet of flowers.

Cloud took them and smiled up at Sephiroth. He then looked bashfully back down to enjoy the bouquet’s colors and textures, and to inhale the aroma.

To Sephiroth, Cloud never looked lovelier. With his dark lashes downcast and a small smile on his kiss swollen lips, he looked like an angel. Sephiroth inwardly sighed at the fact that his pretty memories of Cloud didn’t do the beautiful reality justice.

Sephiroth parted his lips to wax poetic out loud when, to his utter astonishment, Cloud parted his lips, opened his mouth wide, and bit down on a cluster of the flowers.

He bared his little white teeth and ripped them off the stems, then chewed appreciatively.

“Mm!”

Sephiroth was immobilized, “..Did you just eat that?”

Cloud nodded innocently.

How about that? A cultural shock. In that quaint drinking town of Nibelheim, flowers are a common addition to sweeten salads. When given to one’s dear, it’s the equivalent of giving a box of candy. The more suggestive theme to the tradition implied that you gave them to your lover at the beginning of a date to “sweeten them up” for later consumption.

Cloud didn’t even think to explain, and Sephiroth took it as a cue that the kid must be really, really hungry. After Cloud put the flowers down on his pillow, he grabbed his messenger bag, and they were out the door.

Sephiroth’s arm slung heavily over Cloud’s shoulder, keeping him closer than was casual, perfuming the Rufus building with the scent of Cloud’s unavailability. Most people did give the odd couple an interested second glance, but never a third. The disguise had worked.

Once they were in the parking lot, Cloud remembered why he had been wearing long sleeves and a vest. It was goddamn nippy at nighttime now. He huddled closer to Sephiroth, who could easily see the goosebumps on Cloud’s bare arms. He took off his jacket and offered it to him.

But.. Marc by Marc Jacobs .. Cloud shook his head, “I’m not worthy!”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes, and slung it over Cloud anyways. Feeling his beloved’s body heat lingering in it, he zipped it up happily, and cuddled Sephiroth’s arm, which was now covered in goosebumps.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Everything is pizza.” Cloud observed while looking out the window.

“Do you want pizza?”

“Noo.” He said glumly. He had a feeling Sephiroth could always go for pizza.

“I ask you again; what are you hungry for?”

“I dunnoo.” He sighed. He was starving, but just didn’t know what for.

They had uncharacteristically stopped at a red light to examine the cuisine choices.

“I think I found our place, Leo.”

Cloud looked over, used to the nickname as he had read their horoscopes every time they talked. Although, Sephiroth still had yet to explain the other puzzling nickname. On the corner on Sephiroth’s side there was a restaurant called Psychic Food, with a big, glowing neon eye.

“Psychic Food?” Cloud laughed, “Let’s try it!”

They parked nearby, and with Sephiroth’s mane untwisted from under the cap and spectacle-free, they entered the establishment. It looked fairly normal inside, except for a kitschy star motif on the walls and upholstery. There were a few tables with couples eating, a few tables of loners, and one big table of a babbling family near the back.

“Sit wherever you feel most centered.” Said the woman behind the counter.

Cloud and Sephiroth looked at each other with strange smiles, then around.

They gravitated towards a booth. Cloud was glad they chose this seat, because it was right next to a window, and he loved the way Sephiroth’s hair turned the colors of the sunset. Sephiroth was happy with this seat because it was a booth, and he could stretch out and throw his feet up on either side of Cloud.

Cloud smiled and rested his hands on Sephiroth’s shins.

A glass of lemonade was set in front of Cloud, and a large mug that better qualified as a bowl was set in front of Sephiroth, which the waitress had filled with steaming coffee.

They hadn’t asked for these beverages, but neither could complain.

“Your order will be ready in about 20 minutes.” She said.

“We didn’t order anything yet.” Sephiroth couldn’t help but point out.

The woman leveled him a look few would dare to, “You want an omelet. Inside, you want the ingredients for a pepperoni pizza, including the crust. I’m going to put powered sugar, and maple syrup on top.”

Sephiroth gave a thinly veiled look of bewilderment, “Sounds.. good?”

“It will be. And you. You want a grilled cheese sandwich, extra pickles. Actually, you want pickles, cheese, pickles, cheese, then pickles, in that order. So it’ll be more of a pickle sandwich with cheese on it.”

Cloud spoke up, “I don’t like pickles, ma’am.”

“You’ve never had them because your mother doesn’t like them. But you want them. I’m going to drizzle hot sauce and vinegar on it. And on the side ..” she gave a long ‘hmm’, “Applesauce and cinnamon.”

Cloud shrugged. And the waitress left.

“There’s still time to bolt.” Sephiroth said quietly, “We haven’t taken a drink yet.”

Cloud leaned forward, “If she’s psychic, she knows we’re going to bolt.”

“True. Well, if we hate it, we’ll go somewhere else.”

Cloud smiled at his beloved, “If we hate it, wanna get something at a grocery and cook it at your place?”

Sephiroth gave a lengthy, prudish sigh as he began to fix his coffee, “I doubt we’d ever get around to eating..”

Cloud giggled at the flirt, then looked out the window. They were still on the plate, but close enough to the edge that he could see downtown. He truly loved this city. He truly loved Sephiroth.

He wondered when the appropriate time to say ‘I love you’ was. He would have said it already, but they had been confined to a phone, and he wanted to see Sephiroth when he offered that confession. Now didn’t feel like the right time, not in the middle of some strange restaurant.

But he wanted to say it to him badly. And to hear it. Maybe he should wait for him to say it first? It was still quite new though.. maybe Sephiroth would think him immature for rushing into such a statement..

“Sephiroth!”

“Seph! We saw you through the window!”

They looked to find two ladies approaching them, one of them a short haired pale blonde, one of them an extremely pregnant brunette.

Sephiroth grimaced, “Shit! I can’t fuckin’ go anywhere without you two sluts showin’ up!”

“Where have you been hiding?” The blonde said while squeezing his throat.

“You never call!” Preggers accused with a jerk of his hair.

“Why are you so hard to find?” The blonde asked while slapping his arm.

“When do the annual passes expire for the Golden Saucer, guys!? We need to go again before the end of the year!” Preggers cawed with a hug.

He stood to better receive hugs and abuse from the girls, “I’ve been busy. I don’t have the luxury of knocked-up leave.” This earned him more rough handling, “And I dunno why the fuck you’re not at work anymore.”

The blonde put her hands on her hips, “I am working. Julie needs escorting in her condition.”

“Gimme a breeeeeak!” Sephiroth groaned with a deep laugh, then abruptly stopped and looked at Cloud, who was watching their exchanges with friendly interest.

The girls peered at him from around Sephiroth.

“Julie, Elena.. this is Cloud.”

“Hi.” Julie said.

“Hey.” The blonde, Elena said.

Cloud wasn’t exactly sure what to do, so he scooted off the seat and stood to wave at the girls, “Hello.”

Julie did something unexpected – she suddenly started to bawl, “Oh! Come here!” She grabbed Cloud to hug him, who had never felt a pregnant stomach before in his life and treated it much like he would a girl’s breast. He sucked in his stomach as much as he could to minimize contact, and leaned over it to return the embrace.

Elena wasn’t pregnant, so she felt no desire to either cry or hug Cloud, and simply offered a smile.

Cloud looked up at Sephiroth, who was actually looking a little embarrassed, “Hey Julie, Cloud is in Rhonda’s class. Fuckin’ crazy, huh?”

Julie looked at Cloud with warmth, “You poor thing.”

Cloud blushed a little, because he remembered why the name Julie sounded so familiar. Nurse Rhonda’s life partner! “She’s cool! Um, on Thursday she brought us cookies!”

Julie clapped her hands in delight, “I made those cookies! Did you like?”

“They were great! Well, we all threw them up..but they were worth it!”

“What a compliment,” Julie said mock-dryly, then gasped and stood straighter, “Oh! I think I may need to use the little girl’s room.”

Elena scolded her, “Let’s try to be careful. Last time you almost tripped, remember?”

Sephiroth looked concerned, “Do you need help?”

“No! Don’t be silly.” Julie said, and Elena took her arm. They looked so very weak and pitiable.

Cloud stepped forward, “I’ll help. Let me?”

The girls both looked embarrassed and miserable, but they agreed with their eyes that they so very much needed a man to aid them.

Cloud held an arm out to Julie, who took it, and the three of them made their way to the ladies’ room. Julie shuffled carefully, hunched slightly. Cloud gently let her go to hold the door open while Elena helped her through it.

There was nothing magical about a girl’s restroom. Three stalls, three sinks. No piss on the floor was the main difference. Cloud let the door close, then turned to the girls, “I’ll stand outside, okay?”

But somehow Elena was at his other side, and dead bolted the main entry.

“Gag him.” She said.

Cloud scrunched his eyebrows, not understanding what had been said, when he felt something large force its way into his mouth. Quick fingers buckled the back of his head, and a shocked glance into the mirror told him that it was that Julie had somehow produced a ..black ball gag?

He turned towards her in utter confusion, and didn’t have time to make a noise of pain or surprise before Julie hissed in his face, “I’m knocked up. But I’m a fucking Turk.”

“Cool it.” Elena stated evenly, still near the entrance, “Sephiroth probably heard that.”

Julie’s gray eyes flicked to Elena, then back to Cloud, who was eerily placid, as he was obviously having a dream.

She took a fistful of his hair, and repeatedly fiercely, but quietly, “I’m a Turk. Don’t you ever think I’m going to need your goddamn help going to the bathroom.”

Then, he was shoved through a stall door with enough force to knock him backwards onto the toilet. Elena entered the stall, and impersonally straddled one of his legs while cuffing his hands behind him and around the toilet’s piping. Julie kneeled down to do the same to his ankles, until he was arched helplessly over the toilet.

Why am I having an S&M dream about these bitches? He wondered, his eyes becoming hazy and he felt consciousness begin to slip, or as he interpreted, another dream was fading in. Maybe Sephiroth would be in this one, too. He wouldn’t mind being strapped to his toilet, among other things.

Then, something that smelled like hot death was waved under his nose, shocking him back to reality.

Reality? This? But it was too bizarre, too..

Julie’s purse opened up to reveal what Cloud’s utterly confused, and steadily creeping into hysterical mind interpreted as devices of torture.

The women knelt on either side of him, unsnapped his suspenders, and rolled his shirt up to his chin. As the cold bathroom air hit his skin his eyebrows turned up, and a low whimper that was the telltale sign of pre-panic echoed inside of his full mouth.

“Shut up.” Elena said evenly, and began placing the suckered ends of wires strategically on Cloud’s chest, stomach, and forehead.

Electrodes! Lobotomies! Torture! Cloud now whimpered loudly, and he yanked experimentally at his bound limbs.

“Shut up.” Elena said again with the click, the cold barrel of a gun suddenly pressed to his forehead.

And that was the end.

Cloud was murdered.

His dead body was defiled repeatedly by a gross janitor, then ground up for meat for the Psychic Food restaurant. Sephiroth thought he had been stood up, and left without giving Cloud a second thought, ending up with a tight-assed Junish SOLDIER who was taller, smarter, wittier, sexier, and stronger than Cloud ever could have been, and the two soul mates lived out the rest of their lives in delirious ecstasy. His mother forgot about him since he never called again, married an old fashioned, romantic sort of fellow and made a new son; heterosexual, confident, no cowlicks, and free of his father’s genetic depression. The new son became a SOLDIER, gave his mother several grandchildren to fawn over, and caused the joyous family nothing but happiness and pride.

Cloud died without telling Sephiroth he loved him.

Cloud died without becoming a SOLDIER.

Cloud died a virgin.

Face to face with the harsh facts of his own demise, he sobbed and hiccupped pitifully around his gag.

The two female Turks looked at each other in bemused wonder, then Julie softened to the point of tenderness and patted his knee, “Relax. Relax, Cloud. We are not going to kill you.”

This was not much of a relief.

Elena’s gun disappeared somehow at her hip, “We’re just going to ask you some questions. These wires aren’t hooked up to anything that’s going to hurt you. Just a little something to tell us how truthful you are. It’ll be fun.”

They were speaking to him like a doctor speaks to a hysterical child. Positive, likable, open. He stopped crying and almost forgot he was strapped to a toilet by two crazed women.

Julie pulled his face towards her, and braced her fingers on the buckle behind his head, “If you scream when I take this off, you’ll be untied and naked on this toilet when Sephiroth gets here. We’ll tell him you behaved lewdly. He’ll believe us.”

Cloud looked at Elena, who shrugged as if it couldn’t be helped. First rule of interrogation – make the subject believe what you want them to believe, even if it’s complete bullshit. Cloud’s scattered mind was unable to realize that that made no sense at all, and instead decided that the smartest thing was to obey. He nodded earnestly at them both.

“Wise.” Julie said before carefully undoing the buckle and easing the gag out of Cloud’s mouth. In a move she probably would never have even thought about making had she not been in the family way, she wiped Cloud’s drool covered mouth off with a handful of toilet paper.

“You okay?” Elena asked, also drying his tear streaked cheeks and neck.

Cloud nodded without speaking, as this situation was too strange for words.

“I’m going to ask the questions. Just say ‘yes’, or ‘no’. And be quick about it before the General gets concerned.” Julie warned.

Cloud nodded again, not wanting to be seen by Sephiroth like this. He didn’t want to be seen as some sort of helpless little fool.

Julie spoke clearly and slowly, “Is your name Cloud Strife?”

“Yes.” Cloud said firmly. They both looked at a tiny device that Julie held that all the wires were connected to.

“Are you 16 years old?”

“Yes.”

“Now on this next question, and this question only, I want you to lie, for the base reading. Are you from Nibelheim?”

“No.”

“Hurry up.” Elena said from the stall doorway.

Julie continued, “Are you a homosexual?”

“Yes.”

“Are you attracted to General Sephiroth?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases that you are aware of?”

“No.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes.”

Both women snickered, and Cloud squinted one eye, “Have you ever performed sexual favors in exchange for personal benefit?”

“No!”

“Do you regularly use any illegal substances?”

“No.”

“Have you ever hidden, or aided a Shin-Ra rebel?”

“No.”

“Are you yourself a Shin-Ra rebel?”

“No.”

“Do you have any concealed weapons on your person?”

“No.”

“Do you have any concealed weapons in your dorm room?”

“No.”

“Do you enjoy pain?”

Cloud looked around fearfully, really not wanting to answer this question in the position he was in, “..Yes.”

“Have you ever had romantic feelings for a woman?”

He doubly did not want to answer this question in the position he was in, “….Yes.”

“Do you have feelings for anyone but General Sephiroth?”

“No.”

“Would accept anal sex from General Sephiroth?”

“Yes.” Cloud’s tone dripped ‘duh’.

“Do you love General Sephiroth?”

Cloud opened his mouth to speak, but Elena cut him off, “You can’t ask that question.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“It’s speculative.”

Julie scowled, and looked back to her paper.

“Yes.” Cloud said.

The women looked at him, then at each other, then at the tiny device Julie held in her hands. Immediately, they began to coo.

Julie looked at him, “When this is over, will you still be interested in persuing General Sephiroth?”

Cloud actually laughed a little, “Fuck yes.”

Julie began to quickly pluck the stickies off of Cloud, thankfully not leaving any little red circles on him. Elena unlocked the handcuffs.

Cloud stayed on the toilet with his hands in his lap while they put their equipment and weapons away, then stood together looking just like a couple of friends out on the town. Turks. He had heard they were stealthy and intense. They’re fucking crazy.

“Not a word.” Elena warned.

“You do this to everyone he dates?”

“No.” Julie answered, “Just you.”

Cloud furrowed, “Why me?!”

Julie and Elena glanced at each other. Slowly, slowly, Julie’s face scrunched until it all came together behind her hands in a full featured mess.

“He said! He said! He.. he said… HE SAID….” Julie was now sobbing.

Elena cleared her throat, “He said –“

“I can say it!” Julie sniffed hard, wiping at her face, “He said.. you were.. he said you.. he said you..”

Elena sighed, “He said you-“

“Shut up! I can say it..!” Julie growled in her throat and stared through Cloud, “Sephiroth.. said you are the most.. beautiful thing he’s ever seeeeeeeen!”

Cloud was dumbstruck at the information every single one of his senses was sending to his brain. He had no idea what to do.

Julie was in shambles, speaking in a slurred, high pitched frenzy.

Elena interpreted, “If you break Sephiroth’s heart, I’m gonna slit your throat while you sleep, then slit the throats of your entire family one by one.”

Cloud swallowed. They were waiting for him to say something, and he chose his words very carefully, “I can’t say for sure what will happen between us, but.. I think I’m in love with him. I love to talk to him. I love to be with him. He’s so funny!”

“He is! He is very funny. In that .. way of his.” Julie sniffed through her fresh tears at Cloud’s admissions.

Cloud nodded, “And he’s.. um, extremely attractive.”

Julie and Elena tilted their heads a bit. Lesbians.

Cloud smiled at them, “He just feels good.”

“Too much information.” Elena shuddered.

Cloud blushed, “No! Not like that! We haven’t..”

“We know.” They said.

Elena looked towards the door, “We’re finished here.”

They looked at him. He slowly stood up, and carefully stepped out of the stall, feeling like he should have his hands up or something.

And they returned to find Sephiroth playing a game on his cell phone. He looked up at the three of them, “Fall in?”

Cloud reddened as he slid onto his seat.

“We’re gonna be late for the movie.” Julie said to Elena.

Sephiroth perked up, “What are you seein’?”

“Without Love!”

Sephiroth unperked, “Have fun, girls.”

They each gave him a friendly hug, and then looked at Cloud. Julie rubbed his hair, “Thank you so much for your help.” With that, they left. And the entire room seemed much more quiet without their large presence.

The moment the air settled behind them, Sephiroth asked, “Cloud.”

“Yeah?”

“What did they do to you?”

Cloud’s mouth became a line. They told him not to tell. But he didn’t want to be dishonest with Sephiroth. Ever.

“Funny thing. They gave me a polygraph test.”

“A what?”

Cloud swallowed, “A polygraph test.”

Sephiroth scrunched his eyebrows, “A what?”

Cloud pronounced polygraph; “pole – eee – grawf”.

“A lie detector test!” He finally sighed in exasperation.

Sephiroth jerked up straight in his seat so fast it alarmed Cloud, “Fuck. Are you alright?”

“They just asked me some questions about myself! I guess to make sure I wasn’t like a spy or something..”

Sephiroth flipped his phone back open and began to smash buttons, “I’m gonna fuckin’ choke them both.”

“No! Please! I’m okay!”

Sephiroth stopped dialing and took a good look at Cloud. He was thrumming, clearly unharmed. But he had to make sure, “..They didn’t hurt you?”

Cloud felt like his life had been put on pause, scrambled torture porn had been patched through due to technical difficulty, and now his life had continued on as usual. Hadn’t he been strapped to a toilet less than 5 minutes ago with women pointing guns at him? Shouldn’t he be a little bit.. oh, emotionally scarred?

But he wasn’t, at all. If he felt anything, it was pride in the fact that he hadn’t shit his pants, and a little giddy that he had evaded his unfortunate demise scenario. He was alive and well.

“No, I’m not hurt at all. I feel sort of..” He waved around his napkin nonchalantly and put it in his lap, “..I feel good!”

Sephiroth smiled. He was aware that questioning from Julie and Elena did not involve just questioning, and that the thrumming he felt in Cloud was probably his adrenaline. A post-trauma high was something Sephiroth could relate to, and while he still planned on choking the girls, he let the subject drop.

It was then that their strange food arrived.

No frills, it was a fucking pickle and cheese sandwich with hot sauce and vinegar thrown on top. Sephiroth’s meal looked worse than vomit.

“Enjoy.” She said, then left.

Cloud grimaced, “I don’t know how I feel about this.”

Sephiroth looked at the atrocity on his plate, “..I’ve had worse.”

“What could be worse than that?”

“Cockroaches.”

Cloud stared at his beloved. After all the strange little Sephiroth-isms he had become privy to thanks to their phone conversations, was he really surprised that he might have, at some point resorted to eating bugs? Really?

Yes. Yes he really was.

Sephiroth picked up his fork, scooped up some of the viscera, and pushed it past his perfect lips.

“Holy shit.” He said lowly, before stuffing in two more bites. He suggested with a very full mouth, “Try yours.” Though it sounded like ‘Ty whores.’

Cloud frowned down. His mother said that pickles made him throw up once as a baby. He really didn’t want to throw up on their date, and his stomach felt a little bit friendly after what went down in the ladies’ room anyways.. but Sephiroth seemed as happy as a pig in shit with his meal, so Cloud picked up his sandwich, and grimaced as he took a bite.

His taste buds writhed in ways that they never had before. Cloud snapped it up.

Sephiroth raised his eyebrows in a ‘See?’ sort of way.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cloud entered the darkness of the apartment first, Sephiroth closing the door and locking it behind them.

It was a strange brand of nervousness that he was feeling. His heart was just a bit quicker than usual, his hands just a bit shaky. But nothing about Sephiroth or his apartment was frightening, no no. Cloud felt safe here.

Sephiroth hit the lights. Cloud walked into the living room, unzipping the oversized jacket from himself. He took it off and draped it on the arm of the couch.

“Sexy.” Sephiroth accused.

Cloud turned around in surprise, “Huh?”

“Huh?” Sephiroth mimicked, coming closer.

Cloud smiled shyly as his heart quickened a little bit more, “What did I do?”

Sephiroth shook his head, “You don’t hafta do much. You are..” He pulled Cloud lazily forward by the suspenders, “..so goddamn hot.”

Something flashed across Cloud’s face. Something that didn’t belong there. But in an instant it was gone, replaced by a look of pure seduction, and a trail of his small palms up Sephiroth’s stomach and chest went with it.

But that.. look. Sephiroth wasn’t sure what it was, and the quickly simmering heat in his blood begged him not to talk anymore.. but he had to know, “Everything okay?”

Cloud’s hands stilled on Sephiroth’s chest before he melted against it, and his voice deepened a touch, “.. I’ve missed you so bad..you don’t know how bad.. I was sort of worried that.. maybe you might not want me anymore after being away. After having time to think about it.”

Bullshit. Sephiroth thought.

Instead of telling him, he showed him. He turned his head down to catch soft lips, letting them taste every bit of the hunger and aching need he’d held back in the dorms. Cloud returned it like a slingshot, hugging Sephiroth warmly around his neck.

He pushed the suspenders down Cloud’s shoulders and arms, until Cloud shrugged fully out of them and they fell against his hips. Sephiroth didn’t waste time before pulling up the cute little t-shirt, which Cloud obediently raised his arms to be instantly rid of. Suddenly there was so much softness to kiss and touch that Sephiroth didn’t know where to start. He pressed his lips to Cloud’s delicate shoulder, making a warm trail across his throat to the other.

Cloud pushed his fingers up into Sephiroth’s shirt, caressing the ridges of his stomach and around his sides to his strong back, then eased it up, trying to mimic the smoothness in which Sephiroth had rid him of his own. But when Sephiroth raised his arms, the height issue proved to be a challenge. Cloud found himself with nowhere to go with it, even giving a little hop for the effort.

Sephiroth chuckled, offering no help and standing still in what he had meant to be a teasing fashion.

But now, Sephiroth had his arms raised, his back slightly arched, and his shirt pushed up to his elbows. He wore the smug expression, but it was Cloud who was at an advantage with him poised like that.

“Fine, don’t help.” Cloud purred, kissing one of Sephiroth’s nipples before pulling at it with his lips.

Sephiroth snorted, now catching on to things, and quickly yanked the shirt over his head.

Deep chuckling and shy giggling became a sort of language at that point, and they had a conversation as Sephiroth pulled Cloud up against him, ducking his head down low to exact some revenge.

Time seemed to slow a little bit, Sephiroth didn’t nip at Cloud’s chest in a ticklish way, instead he slowly, suggestively rolled his tongue. Cloud wrapped his arms around his neck and let him, closing his eyes to just experience the sensation of his skin being pulled into Sephiroth’s mouth.

Then Cloud smiled and nuzzled the top of Sephiroth’s head, “Are you going to send me away with a bunch of hickies again?”

“Do you want me to?” Sephiroth asked, kissing back up to Cloud’s lips.

Cloud opened his mouth for a flirty response, but the words caught in his throat.

Sephiroth was standing over him. His forehead pressed to his. His hair draping everywhere. He was gazing down, melting Cloud with a look that he never in a million years expected to receive. Especially not from him.

It was easy to forget who he was over the phone, in his own mind. But his eyes, his hair, his smell. He really was General Sephiroth. Cloud gasped a little as he felt idle fingers run down his back.

“You sure you’re okay?” The drawling, experienced voice asked.

“Sephiroth.” Cloud murmured, completely still in his arms.

“Cloud?”

“Will you sit down? Please?”

Sephiroth gave him a long glance before stepping back and taking a seat on the couch. Cloud stood before him, emotions raw on his face. Sephiroth was rapt for whatever he was about to say.

But he didn’t say anything. He widened the space between Sephiroth’s knees with his small hands, and eased down onto the floor between them.

“Cloud..” Sephiroth murmured.

“Seph?” He responded, sounding far away, his attention absorbed by the body in front of him.

“..What do you think you’re doing?” He asked whimsically.

“Playing.” Cloud answered, his tone anything but childish, “Is it alright?”

Cloud began making a trail of kisses up Sephiroth’s thigh, and thus rendering him a bit speechless. Cloud dipped his head down, and pressed his cheek to the warm, well tailored crotch of Sephiroth’s pants. A long patch of telltale hardness was felt, and Sephiroth’s knee twitched slightly in response to the contact.

Cloud had no intentions of teasing. He pressed his lips to it, kissing it through the fabric. Sephiroth’s knee twitched harder.

When Cloud’s tongue rubbed along the length, Sephiroth’s knee lurched.

Cloud unzipped the couture pants, and eagerly freed Sephiroth’s erection, looking at it and admiring it for a few long moments. Those moments seemed eternal to Sephiroth, as Cloud’s pretty lips were parted, he could barely feel the gentle puffs of warm, excited panting. When Cloud licked his bottom lip thoughtfully, Sephiroth leaned forward just in time for Cloud to abruptly retreat and begin untying his combat boots.

He relaxed back into the couch, slightly disappointed as the boots were hastily unlaced and yanked off. Then Cloud slipped his hands under his thighs and pulled the pants down and off.

He then resettled, leaning down slowly, almost curiously.

Sephiroth held his breath.

Cloud’s pink tongue snuck out past his lips, and touched the underside of Sephiroth’s big cock, making a wet trail to the tip, where a soft, full kiss was laid. Cloud looked up with his lips still pressed against it, and Sephiroth let out the held breath, a dozen or so tiny curses flying out with it.

Cloud reddened considerably, and he closed his eyes to drum up his courage to open his mouth and lower it down. With the head of Sephiroth’s erection in his mouth, he sucked on it tenderly before backing away, letting it pop out from between his lips.

Every part of Sephiroth’s body was now straining at full mast. Cloud had had too many fantasies about this to count, and knew exactly what he wanted to do. He felt a fresh rush of blood course to his own increasingly urgent arousal, and he parted his lips wide for a more ambitious mouthful. Keeping himself steady with his hands on Sephiroth’s thighs, he took in as much as he could before he felt an uncomfortable bump on the back of his throat. He then tightened his lips around the thick girth, and pulled back in what he hoped would be a pleasurable fashion.

When his lips reached the end, he kissed again as it exited his mouth, and looked up for any sign of life.

When Sephiroth saw Cloud’s blue eyes, he let out a shaky breath and said, “Goddamn.”

Cloud took it as encouragement, and repeated the action. This time when he reached the tip, again he kissed but dipped his head right back down. Cloud quickly learned three things about giving head. The first was that it was not a silent affair. The room was filled with sounds of loud, wet suction and kisses, Cloud’s labored breathing, and Sephiroth’s raspy panting and profanities. The second, was that it was not a clean affair. His saliva coated Sephiroth and drizzled down the few neglected bottom inches to pool on his stomach and drip between his legs. Cloud gripped the part of Sephiroth he could not reach in an effort to keep tidy, but also found that it made him groan. He squeezed gently as Sephiroth’s fingers spread into his hair, pushing it up out of his face.

The third thing Cloud learned about giving head, was that he absolutely fucking loved it. With one hand busy gripping Sephiroth, he snaked the free one down between his own legs to undo his zipper. His arousal had become too painful in his pants to comfortably ignore, and he quickly freed it. While sucking on Sephiroth, Cloud began to cautiously pump himself, not wanting to come, but far too excited to resist the stimulation.

Cloud could actually feel the blood coursing through Sephiroth’s cock as the hands in his hair began to not only caress his head, but guide it. Instead of Cloud’s previous long, slow strokes, Sephiroth asked silently for quicker, shallower ones. He let Sephiroth do the moving for him, and focused on working his lips and tongue.

Sephiroth’s hands steered Cloud’s head for several quick strokes, then perhaps two or three long, deep ones, pushing Cloud down to the point where he would just begin to worry about gagging, then quickly back up.

Soon, there were no long strokes required, and Sephiroth’s hands simply followed Cloud’s steady, quick bobbing motion, as he needed no extra help in keeping the right rhythm once it had been showed to him.

“Cloud..” Sephiroth gritted, half in pleasure and half in warning.

Cloud began making throaty noises of enthusiastic approval steadily around Sephiroth’s cock, the tremulous vibration sending a fierce chill up Sephiroth’s back again and again. It was then that Sephiroth noticed one of Cloud’s hands working between his own legs, the muscles in his shoulder spasming in time with the sweet sounding moans. That in and of itself would have been enough to put him over the edge, but then Sephiroth looked down the line of Cloud’s delicate, slightly arched back, down to where his pants were pushed past his cute, round ass. It was impossibly more cute and round than Sephiroth could ever have imagined it to be in this position. It was perked up slightly, and gently swaying back and forth from both the efforts of masturbation and sucking him off.

Sephiroth’s hands fisted in Cloud’s hair as he knowingly increased both the speed and suction to perfection. Cloud’s hand flew out from between his legs to steady himself on Sephiroth’s thighs, his low moaning turning into quick, ragged gasps.

Sephiroth stilled Cloud’s head at the first shot, then very carefully pushed him down and up at the subsequent gushes and spasms, watching intently as his elegant throat worked to swallow, feeling his long fingers dig into his thighs. Sephiroth’s almost uncomfortably hot semen tasted like a French dip sandwich. Cloud didn’t know why, or how. Nor did he mind, he was expecting something bitter and awful. But that’s exactly what it tasted like.

Spent, Sephiroth relaxed and eased his grip on Cloud’s hair. Cloud licked and kissed him for a moment or two, before looking up desperately. His wild, burning blue eyes said it all.

It took one swooping motion for Sephiroth to scoop Cloud up off the floor, drop him down onto the couch and move to his own knees.

“Seph! God! Fuck!” Cloud growled, tearing at his pants.

Sephiroth was more than pleasantly surprised at this writhing enthusiasm. Cloud’s cock strained upwards, almost as red as his cheeks. Sephiroth stilled Cloud’s shaking hands, put them to the side, and whipped off the tight little pants in one smooth motion.

He then grabbed Cloud’s thighs and yanked him forward, pushing his legs up and back, exposing everything Cloud had to offer.

Sephiroth surveyed it all like a satisfied overlord, then bent his head down low and made a long, slow drag of his tongue between Cloud’s spread cheeks.

Cloud choked in his throat at this unexpected move. Then the choking turned to surprised moans as Sephiroth worked his tongue gently, finally getting the taste of Cloud that he had been craving for weeks. He pressed his tongue to the tiny opening, and felt it give just a little before reverted his attention to the matters at hand.

He moved his tongue through soft, honey colored fuzz and then finally up the surprisingly long shaft of his little lover. Sephiroth lowered his mouth onto it immediately and started in on a wet rhythm. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but simply mimicked Cloud’s near expert technique and hoped for the best.

Cloud arched, wiggled, and pulled at the cushions of the couch, “Seph!”

..Unlike Cloud, Sephiroth was very interested in indulging in a bit of teasing. He slowed a bit, drawing a strained whimper from Cloud’s throat. Also mimicking, Cloud thrust his hands in Sephiroth’s hair and gave an encouraging push, but to no avail. Sephiroth perched his lips at the top of Cloud’s erection and smiled. Cloud’s eyes went wide, as the crack of Sephiroth’s luscious bottom lip was poised directly above the slit of his cock.

Cloud made a noise unrivaled in desperation, “Seeph!”

And so Sephiroth was satisfied, and went enthusiastically back to work, allowing Cloud to guide his movements, and almost too quickly bringing him to a familiar point where his name was groaned repeatedly. He was all too happy with knowing that that would be a regular occurrence during Cloud’s climaxes, but was none too happy that it was happening so soon. Next time, Cloud would have to sit on his hands.

Sephiroth’s name turned into a long, shockingly guttural growl, and he felt a hot shot spurt in the back of his throat. If Cloud could swallow, he certainly could, too. He took it down with a slight shudder, and Cloud’s fisted hands loosened in his hair, and started to pet and comb through it.

When Sephiroth considered the job complete, he sat back on his knees and regarded his little lover. Cloud was as red as a beet across his cheeks, the pretty flush extending across his chest and shoulders. He fell over sideways on the couch with a small noise of contentment.

“I think we should quit our day jobs.” He sighed happily.

“That might be a wise career move for you, tripod.”

Cloud lurched up, “What does that mean!?”

Sephiroth fell back on his ass in happy laughter, “You haven’t figured that out yet?”

“Please tell me..” Cloud begged with his entire being, winding his legs and arms around Sephiroth’s naked form.

“Mmm.. next time I’ll show you.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Gen-Gen, you have a call. Apparently, it’s.. um, mother fucking urgent.”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes at both the nickname, and the harsh language wafting into his office, “Who is it?”

“Some woman by the name of April Strife.”

Sephiroth stilled. Then, in a slight habit he picked up from Cloud, drummed his fingers lightly, “Send it through. Um, close the door, wouldja?”

The office bitch, as Shelly had come to be called, closed his door. In another moment, the light on his phone began to blink.

Cloud’s mother. What could she possibly have to say?

Suddenly Sephiroth felt a boyfriend’s guilt. He told Cloud that it was no secret, and wasn’t surprised that he would have let his mother know he was seeing somebody. Was he supposed to ask for permission to date Cloud? Was that how they did things in Nibelheim? Was he about to get bitched out for turning Cloud gay, or some such nonsense?

That boy is as about as straight as a crooked fuckin’ line. If she couldn’t see that, she’s an idiot.

He, for some reason, patted down his hair before picking up the call, “General Sephiroth speaking.”

An entirely female, entirely quaint voice echoed through, “Hello there, General Sephiroth! Respects to you!”

Sephiroth let out a breath. An old world spirit. He was quite relieved, “Thank you, Mrs. Strife. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I’ve called upon you to straighten out some facts. I’m sure you know my son, Cloud.”

“Yes..” Sephiroth kicked his feet up on his desk, no shame, nothing to hide, “I’m very fond of him, ma’am.”

The voice giggled gleefully, “No need to call me ma’am, General. You’re making me feel old.”

Sephiroth hiked an eyebrow. The voice was remarkably similar to Cloud’s over the phone. It was almost as if it were a female version of him, “I’m very sorry Mrs. Strife, how would you like me to address you?”

“April is fine, dear.”

Dear. Aww. Sephiroth gladly turned up the charm, “April, then. What facts would you like to straighten out, April?”

“Is your fondness of my son.. shall I say, romantic in nature?”

Sephiroth wagged his foot up on the table, composing his words carefully, and trying to get the suddenly vivid image of Cloud bent over his desk out of his head, “They certainly are. You’ve raised an extremely charming and beautiful young man.”

April made a noise of delight, “I don’t doubt it. He’s a wonderful person, General.”

“Please call me Sephiroth.”

“Aye. Sephiroth. I’m glad that your intentions, and Cloud’s are in tune, then.”

Sephiroth nodded, “Yes, they are.”

“That being cleared up, would you like to know about our family? Our lineage?”

Sephiroth shrugged a little. Maybe it was Nibelheim custom? “I would love to hear it, April.”

She giggled in a way that made Sephiroth’s skin prickle. She laughed just like Cloud, “Well, our family came to Nibelheim 400 years ago.”

“You don’t say!”

“Our’s is one of the oldest families to settle here. And since then, every single Strife has been born blonde.”

Sephiroth smiled brightly, “That’s precious!”

“It’s true! Now, the really interesting part of our heritage comes from the winter of ’02. Have you ever heard of it?”

Actually, he had, “It was the worst that continent had ever seen, correct?”

“Absolutely. Cloud’s great, great grandfather and grandmother were traveling through the worst of it that year, with his great, great aunt, and her family. They were trapped in the mountains for weeks.”

“And they survived it?”

“Of course!”

“Impressive!” Sephiroth let his small amount of enthusiasm show through his voice. These old worldly types clung dear to their family’s stories. He’d listen all day if it’s what it took to make her happy.

“Would you like to know how they survived?”

“I certainly would!”

“They ate his great, great aunt’s husband while he slept.”

Sephiroth stilled, then slowly cocked one eyebrow.

April continued, “See, while they were in that mountain, they thought they were going to die. My great aunt’s husband made his final confessions, including that he had a mistress in another town. That night, they killed the son of a bitch and ate every part of him.”

“..Quite interesting..”

“Indeed. And there’s a saying in our family. If you hurt my son, we will have no qualms about cutting off your goddamn head, and then eating it.” Suddenly April Strife sounded a lot less like an old world spirit, and a lot more like a chain smoking bar wench.

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes slightly, “..Understood.”

“I’m so very glad that it is. Cloud Strife is not some naïve little backwoods fucktoy for you to use and dump off. You got me?”

He swallowed the jagged pill of his own indignance, despite the attack. It was done on Cloud’s behalf, and that sort of attack he could live with, “Your ..concern is warranted. But know that I have no intentions of doing that to Cloud.”

“You’re a man, General Sephiroth..” There was a click of a lighter across the airwaves, and he could almost see the cigarette bobbing in her mouth as she softly continued, “..Cloud is just a baby. If you wanna return him, it better be in one fucking goddamn piece.”

Sephiroth had to smile, “I think I’m gonna keep him.”

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1-     1-     Thank you so so so much for your reviews and kind words. The healing process has definitely begun, and while it may not seem like it, a few words left on a smut site for me to read really does make my day. Thank you for that, and for what you have to say about this fic, thank you, thank you. Expect more presents at review milestones :3

2-     2-     I know what you’re thinking. That lemon was gutterbutt nasty. Apologies in advance, I’m rather perverted, especially lately. It’s only going to get worse, you know.

3-     3-     The psychic restaurant? I’ve actually prepared and eaten both of those dishes for myself. Sometimes.. You just gotta decide what you want to eat, and go for it.
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