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Let Him In	By : GodOfInsanity Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 2233 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Square Enix’s Final Fantasy 7 or its characters. Nor do I own Morrissey’s passage, either. I do not profit from any of it. I just had an itch to write this, so I did.

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Let Him In

Chapter warning(s): Language, Some references to character death/violence, Humor, Some Yaoi M/M, Amnesiac Sephiroth, Some fluffiness, Some angst
“The thing you fear most has no power. Your fear of it is what has the power. Facing the truth really will set you free.”- Oprah Winfrey

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CH13: Initiative
Cloud didn’t immediately part from Sephiroth. He let the kiss linger on for a few moments before he released the man with a not so subtle squeeze of his ass.
Irritated and flustered by the interruption, the silver-haired man turned around to face the speaker. He was getting awfully sick of all of Cloud’s friends and acquaintances barging in on their intimate moments.
The clanging of metal banging against metal could be heard from the smithy. Yasu had already been hard at work for awhile now; however, during their make out session, Cloud and Sephiroth had blocked it out just as they had blocked out the noise that had drifted into the shop from outside.
“You have terrible timing, Reeve,” complained Cloud with a sour look that reflected how Sephiroth felt.
“Or maybe you have bad timing, Cloud!” Piped something that looked like a three foot tall black and white toy cat. It had a little gold crown perched atop its head, white gloves, and a little red cape tied around its neck. It was sitting on the shoulder of the man that the ex-Mercenary had called ‘Reeve’.
Standing before them was a handsome man in his forties that was dressed in a navy blue trench coat. He was at least 5’11” in height and had a somber expression on his aged, white face. His dark eyes looked weary, yet they were tinged with kindness and empathy. His hair was black and short and matched his neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His name was Reeve Tuesti.
Sitting on Reeve’s shoulder was the crowned cat thing. Sephiroth stared at it blankly and felt the mild impulse to smack it. If only it was closer…
What the ex-General did not know was that Cait Sith was an anthropomorphic remote-controlled plush toy cat that Reeve had created himself. Cait Sith was silly, outlandish, and playful. There were times that he could be really annoying, but he did serve a purpose as a reconnaissance robot and proved useful because of his prediction powers. In other words, even though the cat wasn’t much of a fighter, he could at least predict which way someone should and could go.
As if sensing Sephiroth’s ill thoughts, someone coughed. He glanced in the direction of the cough and saw Valentine standing nearby, but he not close enough to the man to indicate that he was Reeve’s friend. He looked ‘thrilled’ as ever while he commented monotonously, “Those two are worse than teenagers.”
Ignoring the cat, Cloud half smirked while he spoke, “Seph missed you a lot, Vincent.”
A soft, yet rare smile played on the Gunman’s pale lips. “Is it true, Sephiroth? Did you miss me?”
“SHUT UP! I did not miss you, Valentine,” griped Seph as he crossed his arms and glared at the smug ex-Turk. He was irked by Cloud and Valentine at the moment and wanted nothing more than to kick their haughty asses. He hated it when they both teamed up together to tease him. It was a rare occurrence, but when it happened, he was tempted to throttle them both.
Cloud then mouthed, ‘He’s lying!’
The ex-General didn’t fail to notice that, which resulted in him shoving Cloud hard enough to make him stagger. “I am not lying…”
Reeve blinked. Then he blinked again. Well, this was odd. Sephiroth was acting…human. And here was Cloud Strife teasing the ex-General as if they were good friends. Stranger still, the ex-Turk Vincent Valentine, who was normally cold and aloof, was playing along, too.
It was hard to accept, let alone believe that Sephiroth wasn’t insane. He was…changed. When Cloud and Vincent had both informed him of Sephiroth’s rebirth, he didn’t know what to think. Reeve could scarcely believe it, but he knew that neither Cloud nor Vincent would ever lie about such a thing.
“This is real, isn’t it?” Murmured Reeve once he finally realized that this Sephiroth wasn’t a monster. He was human. Well, human enough.
To everyone’s surprise, Vincent was the first to respond. He nodded curtly and said, “Whatever he is, he is not our enemy. He is not the same Sephiroth we chased after over a decade ago.”
No longer distracted by Cloud and Valentine, the ex-General narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized this newcomer and weird cat toy. He wasn’t exactly pleased with all the eyes gawking at him or with the fact that he was being talked about as if he wasn’t there. In a frigid voice, he inquired coolly, “Who are you?”
Reeve smiled wryly at that. “You’re as charming as ever, Sephiroth. But yes, we’re being rude. I am Reeve Tuesti.” Then the short-haired man suddenly realized something. “You really don’t remember, do you…”
Sephiroth slowly shook his head. He hadn’t the faintest clue who this person was. “I do not remember enough for it to be substantial knowledge. I am aware of the fact that I have once lost my sanity and have murdered innocent people as a result of it. I also know that I have once tried to destroy the planet. While I know of it, I do not directly recall such events.”
“Do you remember Jenova?” Reeve reluctantly, yet curiously asked. He was doing his best not to step on any crazy toes here.
“I have heard Cloud and Valentine mention her. But to answer your question, no, I do not remember that woman.”
“How do you feel about all of this?” Asked Reeve before he could stop himself. He felt like kicking himself for sounding like a shrink. But still, he did not trust Sephiroth just yet. The man was going to have to prove himself without a doubt that he could be trusted. Reeve was fully intending on using Cait Sith to keep an eye on the ex-General. Just in case.
Sephiroth then replied in a dead-panned sort of voice. “How do you think I feel about it?”
“I’m not entirely sure. I’m not you,” answered Reeve with a shrug of his shoulder.
Sephiroth sighed as he tried to search for the right words to describe how he felt. “I feel…well, the easiest way to describe it is that…I feel like impaling myself with my sword.”
The silver-haired swordsman didn’t particularly like revealing such a thing to Reeve or anyone else, but he knew it was important that he got along with Cloud’s comrades. He was already aware that he had to somehow earn each and every bit of trust from each person. That was a task he knew would be difficult, if not impossible to accomplish.
Cloud narrowed his bright blue eyes at the ex-General. In a low, yet commanding tone of voice, he growled, “You had better never do such a thing, Sephiroth. Ever. Do you understand me?”
“Perfectly, Cloud,” replied Sephiroth in a quiet, almost submissive manner. He knew better than to mess with the blond when he was in his top dog mood. The swordsman also knew that he was in trouble whenever the fusion sword wielder used his full name.
Reeve found himself astounded once more. Why? Because the former threat to the planet was obeying Cloud. What Reeve also noticed was that Cloud seemed to care a great deal about the ex-General. The man wasn’t blind; he could tell just by what he had witnessed so far. It was all in the way Cloud looked at Sephiroth, teased him, protected him, and of course there was the whole kissing and touching him thing. Those were all indicators that the blond kid, no, blond man cared. Reeve was getting old to the point that he was rarely ever surprised by anything, but still, this…thing would take some time to get used to.
Cait Sith was openly gawking at them as if Cloud and Sephiroth were giggling like schoolgirls hopped up on narcotics. For once, the robot was as silent as the dead.
“Is there a reason why you are here, Reeve?” Asked Cloud after he had fixed his vivid gaze on the short-haired man.
Reeve coughed. “Yes, I have come here to speak to you. I have sought you out for weeks now, but to no avail. I would have reached you by phone, but…you don’t answer your phone these days. In fact, I haven’t seen, let alone spoken to you in well over a decade, Cloud.”
If Cloud felt any remorse or guilt, he didn’t show it. “Get to the point, Reeve.”
Sephiroth smirked. The blond’s assertive and no-bullshit side of his personality was just as alluring as he was beautiful.
Clearing his throat, Reeve’s dark eyes flickered to Sephiroth before he continued. “I am reluctant to speak of it in front of mixed company…”
Cloud wasn’t stupid or dim-witted in any sense. He knew Reeve meant Sephiroth when he had spoken of mixed company. He felt a tad bit on the defensive side as he almost coldly drawled, “Anything you say to me, you can say in front of my friends and that includes Seph. You might as well tell us right here and right now because whatever you say to me in private will be relayed to Seph. I would prefer not to have to repeat anything you say, Reeve.”
“Very well, Cloud,” muttered the dark-eyed man as he sighed in defeat. After a minute or two of gathering his thoughts, he somberly continued, “There’s something you should know. One of my WRO members stumbled upon troubling evidence.”
The blond ex-Mercenary’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Evidence of what?”
“The Jenova kind of evidence. We found a piece of her body. Not entirely sure which piece it is, but it’s definitely from her body. She’s not as destroyed as we previously believed her to be. We have the body part locked and secured…for now,” explained Reeve without any hint of humor. There was something grave in his face and voice that implied just how dire the situation had become. This was obviously just the tip of the iceberg.
“There’s more to it than just that, isn’t there,” guessed Cloud.
Reeve suddenly looked much older than he actually was. “Yes, I’m afraid so. Vincent here has told me that there have been numerous monster sightings and attacks all over the country and in neighboring countries. Even Wutai is having monster problems. It’s…peculiar. I say this because I believe something is riling them up and spawning them at increased levels. I believe it is Jenova’s doing, but I do not have proof of that just yet.”
“There’s something you’re not telling us,” quietly stated the blond.
The ex-General frowned at the news. It made him reflect on that Chimera monster and how it had tried to kill Hana. It made him remember how helpless he had been. If that was just one, and there were much more, what would have happened if there had been more than one? If there were many more out there, then that meant neither Hana nor Cloud was safe from harm and possible death. It made him feel angry.
“People are dying from a disease called Geostigma. But that’s not all they’re dying from,” reluctantly spoke Reeve with a haunted look on his tired face.
Cloud wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the rest, but it was best just to get it over with. He sighed, “What else are they dying from?”
“It appears that Jenova has…help,” Started Reeve as he couldn’t help but glance at the green-eyed man. It still made him shiver to be in the presence of the once great General. He clenched his jaw for a moment and steeled himself to continue on. “Her help comes in threes, it seems. There are three Sephiroth look a-likes, which I believe are his clones. They have been reported killing people and kidnapping children. They’ve killed some of my people, Cloud.”
Cloud felt frozen. More Sephiroth clones? He didn’t say anything and only nodded slowly.
“Rufus Shinra is dead, Cloud. The clones killed him in an attempt to take Jenova’s body part. I suppose it’s a blessing considering that he was already dying from Geostigma,” revealed Reeve with a slight respectful nod. He paused to let the information to sink into Cloud’s brain. “Fortunately, one of my WRO members intercepted the body part before the clones could get their wretched hands on it.
“What about the Turks, Reno and Rude? Were they killed as well?” Inquired Cloud as he attempted to process all the information into his mind. It was hard to let it all sink into his psyche without it upsetting him. Already he could feel his teeth grinding in his mouth and his hands spasmodically clenching and unclenching.
“I don’t know. Their bodies weren’t found, but that doesn’t mean anything,” sighed Reeve. “Even though the Shinra company has been out of commission for over a decade, Reno and Rude were steadily employed by Rufus for years. For what, your guess is as good as mine. I believe they were mostly paid to protect him.”
If Rude and Reno were indeed alive, then where would they go? Did the clones kidnap them? If not, then where would those two go? They would need something to pay the bills. Being Turks, or ex-Turks in this case, there weren’t too many options for them. No matter how rough around the edges Reno and Rude were, Cloud found it hard to picture them as crooks. No, he didn’t believe those two would resort to being common thugs.
“I see,” murmured Cloud. He didn’t know what to say regarding that matter or the previous ones. Even though Aerith and Zack had warned him about Jenova’s imminent return, he still had a lot to think about.
Reeve fished something out of the inside pocket of his blue trench coat and handed it to the blond. It was a card with his name on it and several numbers. “This is my business card. It has my personal number, my WRO office number, and other numbers that you may need. Don’t hesitate to call me at anytime if you need me.”
Cloud gingerly took the card, studied it at a glance, and then nodded his understanding.
A phone rang suddenly and no one moved except for Reeve. He flipped his phone open and answered the call while turning away as if for privacy. “Yes, this is Reeve. Who’s calling?” He then placed his hand over the speaker microphone and turned to Cloud. “I have to go now, but it was a pleasure to see you again, Cloud. We’ll be in contact, soon enough.”
“Stay with them, Cait Sith,” instructed Reeve. Nodding to Vincent and then to Sephiroth, Reeve strode away like a man on a mission.
The blond nodded slowly and watched as Reeve exited the shop and then slipped into a nearby car that had its own driver. The car immediately took off as soon as the door had shut.
“So…what are we doing now, guys?” Asked Cait Sith, who had recovered from the Sephiroth shock and from his temporary lapse of silence.
Three pairs of eyes settled on the robotic cat in what could only be described as unanimous annoyance.

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“What is this place?” Asked the silver-haired man as he curiously walked around the enormous stark white room. For some reason, he found white rooms very unpleasant, yet he did not know the reason why.
The room was at least twenty feet high, fifty feet long, and forty feet wide. There was nothing in the room except for Cloud and Sephiroth.
“It’s a training room. We’re at one of Reeve’s acquired training facilities. This used to belong to Shinra, actually. It was once used to train Soldiers…but, well, since the S.O.L.D.I.E.R program was terminated over a decade ago, no one has used this room since then,” explained Cloud patiently as he watched the taller male gaze around in awe and disgust. He noted the disgust and saved it in his brain to ask the ex-General later about it. Now wasn’t the time to dive into personal business.
“Why is it still here?”
“Reeve kept it preserved just in case Vincent or I needed it. I’ll have to say I’m glad that he did. It’ll make some things easier.”
One of Seph’s slim eyebrows propped up. “Hm. If the S.O.L.D.I.E.R program isn’t in effect anymore, then who protects Midgar and everywhere else?”
Cloud pondered that carefully for a moment before giving his answer. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure. Ever since Shinra was shut down, he withdrew himself away from everyone and everything. The world had changed when he hadn’t been looking and that length of time shunning the world had been too long. He knew that now.
“I honestly don’t know what people do these days to protect themselves. I do know Reeve formed an organization that is called World Regenesis Organization, WRO for short. Reeve’s sole intention was and still is, to use it in the hopes of rebuilding the Planet after the loss of Mako energy. It has its own army, but they’re not likely to be enhanced like you or me are. I guess you could say that the WRO’s army has replaced Shinra’s Soldiers. But unlike Shinra, Reeve actually gives a damn about saving the Planet and doing what’s best for the Planet. He’s not a bad guy, really. Reeve just doesn’t trust you yet, but he will. If you show him that you’re truly one of the good guys, he’ll trust you. You know, he didn’t even trust me or the rest of my friends at first,” explicated Cloud in a quiet voice. He didn’t particularly like dwelling on memories, but he couldn’t exactly stop the flickers of memories dancing around in his head as he explained everything to Seph. “I’m also sure there are others who work as guards and Mercenaries. Almost like Vincent, except Vincent doesn’t expect anyone to pay him. From time to time, he travels around killing monsters and settling disputes, I think. He doesn’t stay in one place for long. What he does with himself is a mystery, but when we need him, he is always there.”
“I see. I suppose this room is too advanced for them,” stated Sephiroth as his eyes slowly continued to take in his surroundings. As an afterthought to quell the rising bile in his throat, he muttered, “There’s nothing here.”
Cloud half-smirked. “Oh, don’t worry, the training robots will enter as soon as I choose a specific training program. We won’t be getting to that right away, though. First and foremost, I will be running you through some hand-to-hand combat and then later some sword drills.”
“Hoo-rah,” mumbled the green-eyed man as he turned around to face Cloud.
“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”
Sephiroth crossed his arms. “I doubt that. You’re going to wipe the floor with me and paint the walls with my blood.”
“Pffbt. I’m not gonna do that to you, Seph.”
The ex-General remained unconvinced. One of his eyebrows arched as a hint to his skepticism.
Cloud sniggered, “All right, maybe just a little bit.”
“That’s not funny…”
The blond walked over, grabbed the man by the base of his skull, and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. After thirty seconds or so, he released him and promised, “I promise I will heal whatever damage I do to you. And…if you’re really sore later, I will massage your body all night until you feel better. How does that sound?”
“Wonderful,” drawled Sephiroth in his trademark sarcasm. He wouldn’t admit it, but the idea of Cloud massaging him made him almost hope he was really sore after their training session.
Sephiroth wasn’t afraid of pain or getting seriously hurt by Cloud. That thought didn’t bother him one bit. There was something else lingering in the back of his mind that was causing him to be reluctant about training with Cloud. It was something he feared.

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Within a span of several unrelenting hours, Cloud had effectively trained Sephiroth at hand to hand combat. He had even instructed him on some basic martial art forms, as well. The ex-General may not remember how to fight, but his body certainly remembered. That was probably the reason why Seph excelled so quickly in every training exercise that Cloud mercilessly put him through. Even though the blond didn’t go easy on him, Sephiroth did not complain and he did not break. It seemed that the harder Cloud hit him, the more determined the silver-haired man was to improve. Even if it hurt like hell, he didn’t stop and he didn’t ask, beg, or demand Cloud to stop.
The blond was a stern, yet patient teacher that didn’t aim to flatter the ex-General with compliments or batter him with insults. When Sephiroth made a mistake, he immediately pointed it out and when the man did something right, he also pointed that out. The best kind of training was the kind that pushed you to your limits without breaking you.
Pleased by the other man’s progress, Cloud stopped the training and allowed a ten minute break for Sephiroth to rest and to hydrate his body.
Leaning against the wall, Sephiroth tilted his head back slightly to drink a few sips of water. Even though he felt physically exhausted by all of the intense training, he still did not require much water intake. In fact, he barely consumed more than eight ounces of water a day.
Watching Seph drink had been a bad idea. Cloud tore his eyes away after a bead of water had escaped from the corner of the man’s mouth to run down the long, strong column of his neck. Cloud coughed and attempted to think of other things that were far more unpleasant than watching Sephiroth swallow liquid.
“I’m ready when you are, Cloud.”
Nodding, the blond turned to Sephiroth and removed First Tsurugi from its place on his back. Holding it firmly, yet neutrally in his right hand, he waited for the ex-General to draw his blade.
Sephiroth didn’t move. He felt frozen as he watched Cloud reach over his shoulder to draw his fusion blade. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, but he was incapable of actually moving. As he stared at the blond, he saw fragments of fire, blood, and pain. He even saw several gaping holes in Cloud’s body. There was so much blood and so much pain and hate coursing from the slighter being.
“Seph? Seph, what’s wrong?”
The silver-haired man didn’t speak. He merely stood stock still with green eyes wide and unfocused. Even his slitted pupils were dilated.
Concerned for the other man, Cloud sheathed his sword in the usual place and slowly approached him. Once he stood in front of the taller male, he then cautiously waved his hand in front of his face. The pupils seemed to only enlarge more at this action. Frowning, he spoke again in an attempt to reach Seph. “Can you hear me? Seph? What’s going on? Please answer me.”
Sephiroth said nothing. He remained an unseeing statue.
Desperate to get a response, any response out of the other man, Cloud unceremoniously smacked Seph’s face hard.
The ex-General didn’t react at all and remained unchanged by the action.
Quickly running out of ideas, Cloud ran his hand through his spiky blond locks as he tried to think. His eyes looked over Sephiroth until they landed on the water bottle forgotten on the ground. Struck by an idea he doubted would work, he grabbed the bottle, unscrewed it, and splashed the water on Sephiroth’s blank face.
It worked.
Sephiroth blinked before he shook his head. He reached up and wiped the clinging droplets of water from his face. Confused, he looked around until his gaze zeroed in on the shorter male. “Cloud? What happened?”
Smiling wryly, the blond sighed in relief. “I was hoping you could tell me. For a moment there, I thought Jenova was starting to take control over you.”
“I’m sorry,” mumbled the ex-General with a frown.
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” dismissed Cloud with a shake of his head. “Do you remember anything?”
Sephiroth’s silver eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on remembering. “I remember…training with you. Then later we took a break from it. I don’t know what happened after that. I’m drawing a blank. Something is missing.”
“You froze on the spot when you saw me take out First Tsurugi. Do you know why?”
The silver-haired man honestly didn’t recall freezing on the spot, let alone Cloud taking out his sword. In spite of that, he did know why he would freeze up on the spot. “I think so, yes.”
Interest perked at that, Cloud patiently inquired, “Care to tell me why you would panic like that?”
“I didn’t panic,” denied Sephiroth as he crossed his arms.
“I think you did, but we don’t need to argue about that. We need to figure out why you reacted the way you did.”
Jaw clenched, Sephiroth was tempted to argue about it, but he refrained from doing so. Cloud had a point. Sighing, he dropped his arms as his sides. “Fine.”
“Are you afraid to fight me using weapons? Or are you afraid of me? Or…maybe both?” Cloud guessed as he studied the brooding expression on the larger man’s face. He was almost tempted to kiss that look away until he was left smiling.
“It is not you that I fear, Cloud,” answered Sephiroth so quietly that the other had to strain just to catch it.
“Then what are you afraid of? You can tell me, Seph. I won’t tell anyone and I won’t laugh at you. You know that.”
Sephiroth saw flickers of a distorted image. It was an image of him whirling around in a long black coat as flames danced nefariously around him. Sword in hand, the crazed image smirked at him with deadly intent in his eyes. He then whispered, “Me.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I fear me. I am afraid of becoming what I once was. I hurt you a long time ago, Cloud, in so many unforgivable ways. I stabbed you and I tried to kill you,” revealed Sephiroth. He felt both emotionally and mentally raw now and didn’t know if he could keep this up. He was exhausted in body, mind, and soul.
“I see,” sighed Cloud. He patted Sephiroth on the shoulder. “I think we’ll call it quits for today. You need to rest. We’ll figure it out tomorrow, ok?”
Sephiroth nodded slowly as he felt relief rush though him. He had been worried that Cloud would have demanded that they try it again. He felt bad about it, though. The ex-General really wanted to learn how to use his new sword. He so desired to be able to fight alongside Cloud and to protect the blond from the ominous threat that he could feel looming in the distance.

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True to his word, Cloud had Sephiroth positioned on his stomach with the ex-General’s chin propped on his arms as the blond massaged his bare feet and naked legs. The green-eyed man was naked save for a snug crimson towel that belonged to Valentine (which would probably piss the gunman off) wrapped around his waist from his recent bath.
Cloud carefully soothed each muscle in the other man’s strained, yet well-toned legs. He patiently took his time working each and every muscle until he had eased the tension out of it.
Sephiroth was sore as hell, which caused him to jerk away every now and then when the smaller male had touched a particularly tender spot. Besides that, he was actually enjoying the sensation of having skilled hands melt away all the tight pain in his body. Each pinch and rub was just right to the point that he felt himself becoming putty in the blond’s sure hands. When he felt the hands start on his taut gluteus muscles, he felt himself beginning to fall asleep. If it had been any other person touching his ass, he would have kicked their ass in a heartbeat. But this was Cloud. The blond man could touch every part of his body anywhere and at anytime to his heart’s content.
“How does that feel? Better? Or worse?” Asked Cloud as he started working all the kinks and knots out of the ex-General’s lower back.
Startled by the sudden sound of Cloud’s quiet, monotonous voice, Sephiroth didn’t immediately answer. His mind was a bit fogged as he grunted, “Better,” although he still felt some soreness in the rest of his body. He felt as if he was being lulled to sleep, yet something else was stirring in the pit of his belly. His skin felt a tingling, feverish sensation whenever Cloud touched him to the point that it was starting to make him desire more than just a simple full body massage.
After Cloud had finished the upper back and neck area, he leaned over and lightly pressed his lips to Sephiroth’s right shoulder blade. “Done. Turn over.”
The spot where he had been kissed burned, but in a good sort of way. The taller man grunted, but did not budge from his sprawled position underneath the slighter male.
“Come on, Seph. I have to do the other side now,” urged Cloud as he ran his fingers through Sephiroth’s silver tresses. It still amazed him how Sephiroth didn’t need to take that much care of his hair and how it rarely tangled despite how fine and long it was. It was like the ex-General in a lot of ways; tough and resilient, yet beautiful all the same. Like Sephiroth, it required attention every now and then, but it could do well on its own for awhile.
“Do I have to? I feel fine now,” protested Sephiroth. There was a slight whine to his voice that indicated that he was possibly ashamed of something.
Not missing a beat, Cloud quickly figured out why Sephiroth was so reluctant to turn over. He laughed, “Yes, you have to. Trust me, I won’t laugh. It’s OK if my touch turns you on.” The blond then leaned over and pressed a kiss to Sephiroth’s ear right before he lowly whispered, “Believe me, Seph, touching you is having an effect on me, too.”
Sephiroth felt his face flush with heat at Cloud’s words and proximity. He suddenly felt awkwardly shy now. But why? He hadn’t been shy all the previous times that Cloud had touched him intimately. Yet somehow, this time felt different.
“Are you going to willingly turn over or do I have to flip you over myself?”
The silver-haired man turned his head to glance at him. He narrowed his eyes before he stubbornly dared, “No. I would love to see you try to flip me over, though.”
The blond-haired man also narrowed his bright eyes as he stared at the ex-General without blinking. As of late, Sephiroth had been getting bolder with his words and with his actions. At first, it had started off small, occurred rarely, and didn’t seem like much of a problem. But he could already tell that it was growing into a problem. Sephiroth obeyed him most of the time, but there were times that he deliberately disobeyed him. It was as if he were purposely trying to get a rise out of him, to test the waters, so to speak.
Cloud didn’t like it one bit. It was seriously starting to tick him off. Sephiroth was supposed to do what he said, when he said it. In order for things to continue going smoothly and for the Planet to be saved yet once again, Sephiroth had to learn his place. He would have to learn that there could only be one alpha.

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