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Sepsis	By : ladysanzennine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Sephiroth/Aerith Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sepsis
Chapter 13
By Lyralina Sanzennine

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 7 is property of Square Enix.

Sephiroth flew them back to the city once they'd finished their meal. When they returned to the house, he tended the fire while she remade the bed. The scene was so banal and domestic, it was jarring.
Aeris felt tense, not willing to let her guard down.
"Aren't you worried that Cloud will find us here?" she finally asked. She sat herself down on the edge of the bed and faced him. She wanted to know what was happening out in the world.
"Not at all," he responded. "I assure you that your...friends...are quite busy." he told her without turning away from the fire.
Aeris's hands gripped the mattress beneath her. "What do you mean?"
Sephiroth straightened and turned to face her. He looked vaguely demonic backlit by the fireplace. "They have their hands full dealing with my minions in the cities. But you needn't worry about that," he said dismissively. "You should be more concerned about yourself."
With that, he closed the distance between them and made to reach for a sleeve of her dress.
Aeris jumped to her feet and to the side, out of his reach. She glared at him, remembering the havoc that his creatures had caused in Neo Midgar two years ago. She prayed that her friends were alright and that the citizens were safe.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
He raised a condescending eyebrow and Aeris felt her anger rising.
"I was going to undress you."
Aeris wanted to slap him. "First you tell me that you're putting my friends' lives in danger and then you try to seduce me?" she clenched her fists at her sides, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
Sephiroth laughed coldly and in the next second, her back was against the wall and his hand was wrapped around her throat. His lips mere inches from hers, he whispered, "Would you prefer that I put your life in danger?"
She fought for air but found none. Her fingernails scratched at his sleeve uselessly. Her mind reeled. What had just happened? Minutes ago they were sharing almost tender moments with each other, and now this?
"You see, I have been very gentle with you up until now, and you have been very, very easy," he said.
He released the pressure of his fingers against her neck and Aeris greedily sucked in air. Her face burned at his words. She tried to strike him with her hand but he caught it and pinned both of her hands above her head, against the wall.
"And frankly," he continued, "I don't prefer it that way."
She kicked him in the shin and he laughed again, stepping closer to press one leg between hers, further limiting her movement.
"Don't you think this is much more entertaining?" he asked.
Aeris glared at him in fury. A part of her thought that if he preferred resistance, she should just go limp and give in, and see how he liked that. But that would be humiliating and she was not some weeping flower.
She closed her eyes as he leaned in to claim her mouth and focused on finding the knowledge that she held within her soul, having already died and joined the lifestream. Like him, she could call upon magic without materia.
Shards of ice flew at him and he stepped back from her in surprise. He brushed off the crystals that clung to his coat and then reached up to discover that his face had been cut in a few places. Aeris watched the blood well up in the shallow cuts with a surge of satisfaction. So the bastard wasn't untouchable.
Sephiroth's eyes glowed eerily in the fire lit room. His lips curved upwards in a slow smile.
"I'm very pleased that you've decided to play that way. All that moaning and fainting this past week has gotten boring." He said. His left hand lifted away from his side and in a flash, the masamune was in his hand, willed into existence.
Aeris gulped, eyeing the enormous blade. There weren't many corners of the room that were out of its reach.
"So what, you've decided to kill me now?" she asked, forcing her eyes away from the weapon and back to Sephiroth's face.
"Where would the fun be in that?"
He lunged at her and she dogged to the right, throwing a fireball at him which he deflected with his blade.
Aeris was panting. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. Malnourishment, Geostigma, and being bedridden had taken their toll on her body.
Sephiroth smiled before aiming a lazy slash at her shoulder.
Aeris dodged again, trying to get closer to the door. Maybe she'd be able to sprint outside, not that she'd get far.
She threw up a Barrier. Sephiroth slashed through it with a powerful swipe. He stepped forward and with a flick on his wrist, Aeris felt a line of fire blossom across her stomach. She looked down and saw that her dress had been cut and a thin line of blood was visible where he'd nicked her.
"Bastard!" she exclaimed.
"Fair's fair," he said, his right hand indicating his face.
He raised the masamune again and took a step towards her. Aeris pressed herself against the wall behind her and constructed another Barrier spell before hurling another elemental attack at him. He batted the spell away with his right hand, cut through her defenses with a downward slash that gouged the floor, and cut the sleeve off of her right shoulder. Blood welled on her skin where the masamune sliced her.
She clutched at the wound thinking, He's just toying with me!
Aeris tried to cast another spell with the remnants of her energy, but before she could finish, he'd swung the sword again, cutting the other sleeve of her dress. She clutched the material to her chest as he thrust forward and buried the tip of his blade into the wall beside her head.
"Well that was invigorating," he sneered.
She tried to run for the door, but within a second his fist was in her hair and he was dragging her against his body. Aeris cried out in pain as he wrenched her head to the side and bit down on her neck. His left hand took hold of the fabric that hung at her chest and tore it downwards.
"Let me ask you again, little one, why do humans find it easier to believe that a good world gave birth to evil men?"
He pushed her to the side and she stumbled wildly for a few steps before finding her thighs against the side of the bed.
In the next moment, he was behind her, hot against the backs of her legs.
"Why do you find it so easy to lecture me about my actions," he said, pushing her body against the mattress with one hand while tearing the rest of the dress off with the other, "when given the opportunity, you'd gladly kill me right now?"
Aeris struggled to get up, but his hand was firm against her back. Her arms flailed uselessly at her sides.
"No, little one," he said softly, "I do not believe that this world is pure."
Aeris felt him shift behind her and then his manhood was pressing against her backside, hot and stiff. She froze underneath him.
"And if this world is as impure as man, if you, like me, would kill for self-defense, for war, for revenge..."
But I wouldn't! Aeris thought desperately, renewing her struggle to get him off of her. I wouldn't!
"Then why wouldn't I be justified in taking this world for myself?" he asked.
With a sudden thrust, he was pushing inside of her. But she was dry and unready and it hurt! Aeris cried out at the tearing, burning pain between her legs as he fought to enter her fully.
She collapsed against the bed and felt tears squeeze out from beneath her eyelids as he pushed himself in to the hilt and held himself there. He bent over her body, turned her face to the side, and licked at her tears.
"You fucking bastard," she gritted out, revolted. She opened her eyes to see him in her peripheral vision.
He smiled before biting down on her shoulder. Hard.
Aeris screamed again and glared at him with loathing.
"Quod erat demonstrandum," he said softly.
And then he was thrusting in and out of her body and each movement elicited a new cry from Aeris's lips. She felt as if she were being torn apart. She bucked against him, but he was too heavy, his hands on her body too strong, and her every action was futile. Exhausted and devastated, she buried her face into the mattress and prayed for it to be over, the entire time her mind shrieking protests, pleas, wondering why in Gaia’s name he would force her back to life just for this.
Sephiroth came inside her with a grunt, his gloved fingers tightening against her hips.
Aeris held her breath and kept her body perfectly still, hoping with every fiber of her being that he would just turn around and leave her be. Her body ached, her skin was covered in sweat, her hair tangled and plastered to her face.
Behind her, he shifted, withdrew slightly.
Aeris shivered. The heavy, uneven sound of her breathing marked the passage of the seconds as his semen ran a slow pink trail down her leg. Her fingers dug into the bed. Her shoulders were taught. She felt leather whisper across her thigh and heard the soft clink of metal as his coat hit the ground.
Sephiroth gripped her by the hips, flipped her, and tossed her onto her back.
Aeris blinked through her tear-blurred vision. He was kneeling between her legs, his hands braced by her ribcage. His face a blank state.
She tried to sit up and crawl backwards. He caught her at the waist with one hand. She stilled.
He leaned in. She closed her eyes, held her breath, waited.
He kissed her, so softly, like the flutter of butterfly wings across lips swollen from her own biting.
A strangled sound escaped her throat as she tore her mouth away and demanded, “Why?”
He placed his bare hands on either side of her head, his leather-clad thigh hot against the juncture between her legs. His kisses were tender but insistent and Aeris’s mind spun in confusion. Her heart railed.
She bit down on his tongue.
He clenched his hand around the column of her throat.
She forced her body to relax, to accept this invasion of her mouth. His fingers eased their pressure but stayed where they were, warm skin resting lightly against her pulse.
He pulled back and held her gaze as he slowly, deliberately, placed his hard length against her opening. The leather of his pants peeled off of her clammy skin and stuck again as he shifted against her.
Aeris tensed, waiting.
He pushed himself into her, slowly, carefully, the entry eased by the wetness of his seed and the meager lubrication her body had produced as a natural defense against his assault.
Aeris clenched her eyes shut and stifled a cry of pain. She felt battered, used.
Her heart pounded. She shifted beneath him to ease the discomfort.
He slid in to the hilt. Held himself still.
The pressure within her unfurled as a deep, bittersweet ache, taking the edge off of the pain.
He kissed her forehead, brushed the hair off her face.
“Have you ever thought about turning your back on this pitiful, fallen world?” Sephiroth asked her quietly.
Aeris stared at him through the haze of sensation that clamored for her attention. Sephiroth was perfectly still above her, within her, propped up on his forearms on either side of her head. The fall of his hair caressed her arms. The heat of his body fed the stinging sensation between her thighs.
“Does it disgust you, what I’ve done?” he asked, as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, stroking upwards to brush his nose against the shell of her ear. “Do you hate me for what I am?”
He shifted his weight to one side, caressed the length of her arm from fingers to collar bone with one hand. “In all my years as a soldier…” he trailed off, kissed her gently across the eyelids, her nose, the corner of her mouth, “do you have any idea what kind of things happen during war?”
Aeris shuddered beneath him, her throat tight. Terror gripped her to the core. She had no way of predicting what he would do. When he would suddenly snap again, if he would tear out her throat.
“Isn’t it disgusting,” he continued conversationally, “What we vile creatures do?”
He ground his hips against hers and Aeris gasped at the pain-pleasure of the motion. She tried to inch back, away. He held her still.
“Humans,” he said, “created Midgar. Built the sectors. Forced you to live without a sky.”
He withdrew from her, each centimeter an agonizing collision of different feelings.
“Humans raped Wutai, ruined the earth, used your mother for experiments.”
He entered her again. Aeris tossed her head to the side as razors scrapped her inner walls. Hot ecstasy bloomed beneath.
“So tell me, little girl, haven’t you ever thought about turning your back on their fallen world?” he asked. “Wouldn’t you love to cleanse the Planet of their existence?”
Aeris struggled to find her voice as Sephiroth manipulated her senses. Her body had become so sensitive that his every movement elicited sharp waves of aching sensations within her.
“Yes,” she admitted with a choked gasp. “Sometimes I have felt that way.” Her hands came up of their own accord to touch his back. He reached down, one hand at a time, to gently grasp her wrists and bring them up to rest by her ears.
He held her there as he took her, in and out, slowly and precisely.
“Sometimes I’ve wished that humans didn’t exist, that they’d all disappear,” she said, thinking of the times in her childhood when she’d been hunted. When her mother had died. When the Planet had cried out her suffering.
“But that’s the fundamental difference between you and I,” she said. Aeris felt the heat of their joining crawl up her chest and stain her cheeks. Her eyes were glassy, their lids heavy. “I can see that people learn from their mistakes. I can see that the world has moved past mako and is trying to rebuild what it destroyed.
Sephiroth kissed the underside of her forearm, her wrist.
“But most importantly, I know that it isn’t my duty, nor is it my right, to judge the world for what it’s done. I know that it’s wrong to slaughter others because you think they’re evil. I know that it’s right to struggle through life doing what you can, leading by example, working towards a better future.”
A low laugh escaped Sephiroth’s lips as his hips pushed hers deeper into the mattress.
“Never fool yourself into thinking that I don’t know the difference between right and wrong, little one,” he said. “Let’s have no delusions between us. I am not some misled boy who doesn’t know what he’s really doing. I delight in Cloud Strife’s suffering. I love the smell of your fear.”
Aeris moaned involuntarily as he rained hot kisses down on her neck.
“And I will destroy this world for my own glory knowing exactly how much pain that will cause,” he said. “No, little one, I know the difference between right and wrong as much as you do, as much as anyone does. But these notions are human and nothing more.”
He kissed her deeply, thrust in and out of her steadily. She writhed beneath him half desperate for him to get out of her, half begging for release.
And as he claimed every inch of her, as he dragged every last drop of her response out from her unwilling lips, the world began to shift, colors began to blur, and his body fell away in a wash of light and lightness.
If, in that moment, there had been room for hesitation, for uncertainty, he would have fought the cresting sensations, the heady, seductive pull of the universe, the shattering of the soul.
But as she exploded beneath him, crying her excruciating pleasure, the world fell away into a sea of gold and blue light.
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