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Blonde Ambition	By : sephcounttheways Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N -- I know I left you high and dry last chapter with a pretty abrupt cut off, so I included a few of the last sentences as a refresher. Soup’s on, eat up!

The music faded, becoming more and more distant. Cloud leaned against the window, the warmth from sitting in a spotlight of sunshine was making his eyelids heavy.

A punk rock siren suddenly shrieked in Cloud’s ear and he shot awake, cursing loudly and yanking the bud out. He wiped a layer of sleep-sweat from his forehead, and shifted, realizing the sun was in a much higher position in the sky than it had been moments ago.

He sat up and caught a sweeping movement in his peripheral.

His eyes looked for Sephiroth, but instead found a tall, lanky strawberry blonde in white, standing in front of Sephiroth’s desk, hanging on it and chatting on a cell phone.

“Would you believe that there’s a little person in Sephiroth’s office?”

Cloud stared sleepily as his brain slowly organized a sleepy recognition of the man before him.

The man’s father was literally the wealthiest person on Earth. Cloud lived in his namesake building… and humiliatingly enough, had indulged in a brief series of masturbatory spank bank fantasies about him.

“No, dear, not that sort of little person. He’s just rather short.” Rufus Shin-Ra clarified to his cell phone mate.

Cloud was experiencing a heavy post-sleep lack of articulation, due in part to a dry throat and also to the fact that he was so poor and unimportant that it seemed likely that Rufus Shin-Ra couldn’t even see him. So he opted to simply look Rufus over thoroughly, searching for any sort of resemblance to Sephiroth, as he readily recalled that they shared a last name.

Rufus was an extremely fine featured and pretty sort of man. Sephiroth was far more masculine, and had a different nose entirely. And while Rufus’ lips were rather.. kissable.. they were thinner than Sephiroth’s. Rufus’ eyes were a different shape also, large and open, where Sephiroth’s were narrow and soul piercing.

Cloud knew what President Shin-Ra looked like of course, and neither beautiful man looked anything like that fatass. The President tended to be quite red in the face so that he bordered on a purple complexion.. in that double-cheeseburger-away-from-a-heart-attack sort of way. That actually did shine in Rufus through a naturally plum tint to his lips and eyes. Sephiroth however, was fair skinned to a fucking fault, no hint of chronic red facedness looming for him later in life.

..Perhaps it was their late mother they favored?

But no.. Mrs. Shin-Ra was still alive, Cloud even recalled seeing her picture in the school paper. She seemed like a typical, rich, artificially preserved trophy wife. She didn’t look like either of the men to Cloud, but then again, her face was probably made entirely of plastic.

Rufus Shin-Ra listened to whoever he was talking to, then said, “I don’t have the faintest idea. He’s a tragic mess. God, he’s looking right at me.”

Cloud was too busy puzzling over Sephiroth’s origins to hear what was being said about him right to his face, but he was listening to Rufus’ voice. Sephiroth’s held an accent and a purring edginess of someone who had worked damn hard in his time, while Rufus’ simply dripped with gil signs and non-regional homosexuality.

All things considered.. Cloud couldn’t honestly fathom Sephiroth belonging to this man’s family. At all. Not from looks, and not from the information Sephiroth had given him. A late mother, and a Turk father; far more humble beginnings than being a son of a bazillionaire.

So why the fuck was his last name Shin-Ra?

“What’s your name, little person?”

Upon realizing he had just been spoken to by the pretty Rufus Shin-Ra, Cloud experienced a mental emergency.

He couldn’t readily recall his own name.

After a suspiciously lengthy pause, he took a stab at it, “…Hans?”

Rufus’ eyes widened into a roll, and he spoke into his cell phone, “Oh, it’s not even worth it. So! When does your inheritance drop? Six months!? That old bitch was haggard last time I saw her, are you suggesting she could hang on for six more months? That’s certainly optimistic! …Oh, sweetheart. Are you going to cry? …Go cry your eyes out then, and I’ll call you later. Of course I care! Kiss kiss!”

Rufus then shut his phone carefully and slid it into his pocket.

He turned again towards Cloud, “Hans, where is the General?”

Cloud was trying to work up enough spit to coat his paper dry throat, “…He’s training with Zack.”

Rufus huffed, “Jocks. Well, tell him I popped by. What are you, anyways? An assistant? An orphan? What are you and why are you here?”

“I’m …Sephiroth’s boyfriend.”

Rufus gasped sharply, “Oh, Hans! I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Sephiroth is two timing you! He’s got a boyfriend named Cloud, also! Oh, I am so sad for you! Are you going to cry?”

Cloud’s ears turned red, “Um. I’m actually Cloud.”

Rufus leaned forward with suspicion, “He told you to give a false name? Oh my! Is your relationship supposed to be a secret?”

“No. I lied because.. I’m.. weird.”

“..So, you’re Cloud?”

Cloud shrugged his shoulders in utterly bashful defeat.

“Prove it.”

“…How?”

“Identification, obviously.”

Cloud dug through his bag and retrieved his wallet, then produced his school badge.

Rufus stared at it for a few moments, his suspicious blue eyes flicking back and forth, “Cloud Strife... the one my Turks won’t shut the fuck up about.. Is you?”

Cloud smiled slowly at the scowling President’s son.

He huffed and returned the badge, “Sephiroth’s opinion of beautiful certainly is.. interesting. What is all this?” Rufus made a swirly finger at Cloud’s hair, “And what is all that?” The finger pointed at Cloud’s attire, “Must you be told that those hideous trousers don’t fit you?”

Cloud’s eyes narrowed territorially, “That’s because they’re Seph’s..” then he thought to himself almost rabidly, And they’re not hideous, they’re fucking Diesel!

Rufus plopped down on the windowsill, “I’m merely stating the obvious. Come here, let me look at you.”

He took Cloud’s face as though he were an inanimate object, squishing his cheeks together between his cut off gloved fingers and pulling him close enough that Cloud could smell the tasty, spearmint flavored air inside Rufus’ mouth. But it was his steel blue eyes Cloud was most interested in. He couldn’t help but gaze, letting his eyes sink into them. They seemed to go on through to the back of his head, the blues looking like standing pools of bottomless water. Then, suddenly, the blues seemed so shallow it stopped at the skin of his iris.

Rufus finally spoke, “What do you use?”

Cloud’s instinctual response was ‘Pleasureglide’, but he decided to get clarification, “For .. what?”

“Your pores, dear.”

“Oh!.. Uh, Clearasil...” Cloud answered with a deep flush, “Exfoliating Acne Protection?”

“Common.” Rufus shrugged, “But I can see that its working.”

Cloud nodded innocently within Rufus’s grip.

He tightened it authoritatively, “I can also see that you’re in the sun too much, you’re far too tan. You must begin using sun screen! Moisturize heavily to repair the damage, or by the time you’re my age, you’ll be haggard. And your hands!” Rufus released Cloud’s face and took up one of his hands, bending it daintily at the wrist. He then produced a pack of emery boards from his breast pocket, and snapped one off.

Cloud’s eyebrows popped up when he realized he was about to be manicured, “Oh, you don’t have to – ”

“Silence! You need all the help you can get, and I’m trying to fix my karma.” Rufus began to critically assess Cloud’s hands, wondering where to begin.

Cloud’s mouth became a shameful line, “I can’t help it. I live in mud. I can’t get it out of my hair, either.”

“I wasn’t going to be rude and point it out or anything.” Rufus griped, his eyes giving an unsavory glance at Cloud’s shooting spikes of hair that were unwashed, and might as well have been unbrushed, “You should be using a strong clarifying shampoo.”

Cloud wished he had a notepad to write all this down, enviously eyeing Rufus’ perfectly shining strawberry blonde tresses, “…What do you use?”

“The blood of virgins.”

Cloud’s eyebrows popped up before he gave a shaky little laugh.

Rufus stared at him with a strange smile, never pausing in his filing of Cloud’s small thumb nail, “..Am I too late to collect from you?”

Bright heat flashed across Cloud’s face as he again laughed humorlessly, shifting on the windowsill.

“You should relax.” Rufus then suggested, “You’re trying to be sweet, and I know it’s all bullshit, especially if Mr. Sephiroth is interested in you. He surrounds himself with people that emit attitude. Therefore, you must always speak your mind, or else be lost in the shuffle and discarded.”

“..I’m trying.” Cloud protested softly.

Rufus nodded, patting his hand while tutting, “I’ve just said something that borders on the inappropriate. You weren’t expecting it, and it obviously made you uncomfortable. If I were you, I would have put me in my place in some sort of unexpected way. So let’s try this again..” Rufus’ nail filing slowed until it became somewhat suggestive, “…Am I too late to collect from you, you tempting little stack of schoolboy trash?”

Cloud looked down at their hands for a moment, then became privately shocked that his own was the more masculine of the two.

He wasn’t sure why, but that told him that he had nothing at all to fear.

And so, looking back up into Rufus’ so very deep and so terribly shallow eyes, Cloud smiled, “…I’m on my period. You can collect that.”

When Rufus’ professionally tweezed eyebrows shot up into his hairline, Cloud crumbled to pieces, guffawing the excess anxiety right out of his system.

Rufus dramatically balked, then recovered and chuckled along in apparent delight, “You’re the most unsavory, filthy little troll I’ve ever encountered!”

“Then stop leching on me!” Cloud roared, snatching his hand back.

Rufus yanked it back and continued his work, “Don’t flatter yourself! I’m merely helping you to look presentable.”

Cloud blurted more laughter and lifted his eyes, “I don’t normally look so tragic, you know.”

“Mm-hm.” Rufus hummed in blatant disbelief.

“No, really! I guess I sort of let it go for today.. because I’m..”

“Suffering the fatigue of training to become one of my slaves?” Rufus suggested with a smile that would have been terribly arrogant if not for the blues of his eyes sinking to a friendly depth.

“No..” Cloud said slowly, searching until he found what he was looking for and sharing it with a breath of positive energy, “.. happy!”

“Happy?” Rufus spat, taking a pause in his filing, “How would happiness breed ill grooming habits?”

Cloud shrugged, “Like.. maybe its okay to look like a hot mess once in a while, because the person you’re with won’t care one way or the other. You know?”

“No.” Rufus said bluntly. He was spotless.

Cloud then shrugged, and after a moment of silence, ventured, “You know what? At school, I live in your building!”

This seemed to perk Rufus Shin-Ra right up, “Do you! It is by far the most fabulous, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes! Did you design it yourself?”

Rufus turned up his nose, “I don’t do design, I just wear it. Your boyfriend did it.”

Cloud’s eyes widened, “..He did?”

“You didn’t know? He behind the revamping of the dormitory buildings last year. They were terribly drab, so much beige it would kill you. Maintenance was planning to slap a fresh coat ugly to cover up the old ugly, but Sephiroth stepped in and insisted upon fabulocity. And then they all seemed shocked when he came out of the closet. Idiots.”

Cloud laughed a little bit, picturing Sephiroth putting his big, sexy foot down on such a random little issue. Then he recalled the interior design magazines in Sephiroth’s bathroom. Sephiroth.. bubble baths.. magazines.. maybe it was a hobby.. a secret passion!

Cloud was stricken with so many questions he didn’t know where to begin, “You knew Sephiroth when he was straight? How long have you known him? How did you meet?”

“He was never straight; Perhaps three years; and I’m not exactly certain when I came into his acquaintance. Probably when he held enough importance to have his presence called to the military staff meetings.”

Well, that ruled out Sephiroth and Rufus’ possible familial connection. Cloud was almost saddened by that, he would have liked to be someday related to Rufus and ensure a lifetime of witty put downs and lisped banter.

Cloud instead geared up for more interrogation, “Tell me an embarrassing story about Seph!”

Rufus smiled broadly, and it was a good look on him, “Do I strike you as a nay saying gossip?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Apologies; I am just not that kind of girl. At least not before a few drinks, and it’s a tad early for that.”

Cloud sighed, backing off with slight disappointment. Disappointment that Rufus was choosing not to share what juice he obviously knew, and disappointment that he felt the need to ask at all. Sephiroth held things back, Cloud just knew it.

It was beginning to bother him.

He supposed it was natural for some people to keep some things back about themselves.. the depths of their being. Cloud then realized with a hard slump that Sephiroth surely knew everything there was to know about him by now. Preferences, humorous stories, the tale of his short life, the boring narrative of his day-to-day ... he didn’t keep any secret, hidden depths; daily phone calls saw to that.

Cloud had readily offered every single detail of his being.

Maybe that’s the problem.. Cloud pondered, Maybe I just need to shut up and listen.

Cloud smiled, decided that’s exactly what he would do, “I just wonder about stuff sometimes.”

“He’s a difficult person to become close to.. unless you happen to be a lesbian. Frankly, I don’t have the drive to put forth any effort, as I have my own hags to tend to. But, I do know this from firsthand experience,” Rufus offered, “There is nothing he cannot do, and he has already done much for everyone at this company.”

“..Like what?” Cloud prodded.

“Anything. Everything. He’s always working on some sort of cause, be it the queer eyeing of the dorms, or the freeing of little caged creatures in the labs. He’s a do gooder. And a bit nosey, if you ask me! He helps everyone.. especially when you don’t want him to..”

Cloud tilted his head a little, “..Firsthand experience?”

Rufus gave a smile of obvious secrecy, but said, “Even I have inadvertently called upon Sephiroth’s powers of persuasion.”

Cloud grinned and shook his head, “He’s wonderful. Makes me wonder what he sees in me.”

“You’re not the only one!” Rufus huffed.

“Jealous?” Cloud asked with raised eyebrows, giggling in delight when Rufus balked in offense.

“I beg your pardon, Miss Thing! I certainly am not jealous of a bleached blonde midget swimming in hideous big and tall jeans! You have no class and no ass!”

“No class maybe, but I do so have an ass – and Sephiroth loves it!”

“It would not take much to compel me to vomit all over your face.”

Cloud giggled uncontrollably for several moments, and the sound infected even Rufus Shin-Ra to join in.

“Never leave Sephiroth.” Rufus suddenly commanded, returning to pushing back cuticles and buffing the pinks of Cloud’s nails, “His looks are a bit rough around the edges, to put it nicely. But he is rather exotic… from certain angles in certain lighting. And he’s got a little bit of money, and that’s a big plus!”

Cloud almost gaped, hardly believing Rufus was trying to sell him on Sephiroth’s outstanding physical qualities, “I don’t give a shit about his money. At all. Seph is a fucking dream come true!”

Rufus patted his hand before taking up the next one, “I believe that you believe that. Now, you must focus on keeping pretty and limbering up. Do whatever it takes to keep Sephiroth. You must never leave him.”

Cloud couldn’t help but inquire, “Why do you say that?”

Rufus stopped filing and put a finger to his lips in thought, then burst into motion, “Alright. There is a certain individual who is employed here, and this man has a very large ‘something’ for your boyfriend. Always has. Now, I hate this individual. I realize that hate is a very strong word, and I do mean it with every fiber of my being. I hate him. If you stay with Sephiroth and continue to enamor him the way you’ve been managing to do, it will surely destroy this man from the inside out. And I must witness that.”

Cloud bit his lip. Competition.

“Is this person.. good looking?”

Rufus stopped filing and his eyes become that bottomless blue, “As much as it pains me to say so, he’s .. got his act together. Tight. But of course, I hate him.”

Cloud wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn he heard something deeper in that scathing statement. Something that hinted at Rufus not hating this person at all, “..What’s his name?”

“Oh, I can’t bear to utter it. It burns.”

“Try.” Cloud prodded.

Rufus sighed, “His name… is Satan.”

“No, really.” Cloud whined softly.

“Beelzebub.”

“C’mon, for real.” Cloud whined again.

Rufus hissed, “Genesis.”

“For reeeal!” Cloud begged.

Rufus blinked, “For real. His name is Genesis.”

Cloud blinked, “Oh. Well, what does he look like? So I can smack his shit up when I see him come near Seph, of course.”

“Dogshit formed to the shape of a gorgeous man.”

Cloud let himself laugh at that, and Rufus also indulged in a chuckle, tugging on his long fingers, “You have quite a lovely little braying donkey laugh, Cloud.”

A compliment? As backhanded as it was, Cloud was stunned and amazed. He was also stunned and amazed that never in his life had he the opportunity to meet a greater faggot than himself. He felt like a mere satellite orbiting Rufus Shin-Ra’s fabulocity. Rufus Shin-Ra made him feel absolutely butch in comparison to his ideal cleanliness and quick witted bitchiness. It felt.. kinda good.

“Can you be more specific in regards to the dogshit?”

Rufus sighed and straightened up, “About my height, about my age. SOLDIER. Wears red leather because he’s a drag queen. Similar style uniform as your Sephiroth, because he’s got no originality..” Rufus’ voice softened a bit, “Hair.. the color of baked cinnamon apples drizzled with caramel. It frames his face like his,” Rufus vogued, “..and it flips at the ends. What product he uses to accomplish that look puzzles me because it’s so stiff and precise, and yet so …volumous.”

Cloud’s eyebrow hiked.

“And eyes.. eyes that are an oceanic teal..”

“..Isn’t that blue?”

“No. Oceanic teal. It’s not the same.”

Oh, Rufus Shin-Ra had it bad. Cloud shook his head a little, hoping he himself wasn’t this pathetic! Cam would have had to break it to Cloud harshly : he was.

“Not perfect, but passable.” Rufus finally declared, flicking the used emery board into Sephiroth’s trash can and giving Cloud his hand back after blowing all the crusty nail debris off of it.

Cloud barely had time to gaze in wonder of the newly buffed and polished pinks of his nails before Rufus was pulling on his wrist, “Come.”

“Where?”

“We must find Sephiroth.”

“..Why?”

“Because we must.” Rufus sighed, “If he’s training, that mouth breathing Genesis won’t be far. And I need to absorb the look on his face when he finally meets the General’s oh so beautiful man-boy!”

Cloud turned his nose up, but was yanked upright by the arm before he could get lippy.

Rufus tugged the slightly unwilling Cloud out of Sephiroth’s office, and then they were strolling.

“You’re not ugly.” Rufus told him as they turned a corner and Cloud ended up in front of him, “But please do something about the back of your head. I feel that if I were mere inches shorter, my eyes would be gouged out.”

Rufus then brushed in front of him with a flourishing swirl of his spotless white coat and put a bit more punch in his step.

Cloud snorted, “Didn’t you ever hear what they say about white after Labor Day?”

“Nice try, but you forget that I am The Queen. I will do as I wish.”

Cloud couldn’t argue with that, “Well, if you’re The Queen, what am I?”

“I must admit, your powers are quite unique, if a bit undeveloped, yet. But someday, I think you shall earn the title of Grand Duchess.”

Cloud laughed, very much the lovely donkey bray, “Oh! What’s Seph, then?”

“Full title, or the condensed version?”

“Full title!”

“Leather Lord : His Royal Butchy-Pants.”

Cloud was beside himself, “Oh! Who else is gay around here?”

“As they say everyone is a little gay..”

Cloud followed Rufus’ strut to the elevators where a woman in an extremely small, red dress stepped off.

She stopped for a brief, dishy conversation with Rufus. Cloud didn’t know what sort of shoes she wore or what her face looked like, all he saw at his direct eye level were round, perfectly shaped, utterly real tits. He couldn’t help but stare as they bounced away, not out of any sort of sexual attraction, but out of a reverent awe of a female body part that echoed in his very genetic code, sewn in closely next to his homosexuality.

Sometimes, only sometimes... Cloud wished he had tits, too. And if he were the proud owner of a meat rack, he wanted them to be exactly like that.

But since he did not and never would, he allowed himself a brief fantasy in the back of his mind, seeing himself politely requesting to be allowed to sample her wares. When she gave her consent, he took two great handfuls and gave a good, firm squeeze. They squeaked. The End.

When they reached their elevation destination, the doors opened to reveal a long hallway that employed a Star Trek sort of décor. Cloud slipped out of the expected motion sickness and right into the role of the gawking tourist, shamelessly staring at the automatic, metal doorways and the rugged SOLDIERs who came in and out of them.

Rufus led him to a large door tucked away in a corridor that required several clearance swipes of his keycard. Cloud’s instinct was to make himself small and unnoticeable, but having his wrist held by Rufus Shin-Ra made that quite impossible.

Oh well, they might as well meet the Grand Duchess now, Cloud mentally sighed.

Some things never changed, and him being a laughing stock was one of them. But some things do change, and Cloud looked to the future with a swell of excitement for a time when he would actually belong in these hallways, as a fully grown man.. as a SOLDIER.

It’ll happen.. Cloud thought to himself, every pore vibrating with sincerity and surety, I’m gonna make it happen.

When the final door opened, Cloud’s brain began tittering with all sorts of electrons, most of them telling him that he did not belong here and to flee immediately. He most definitely would have if Rufus were not holding his hand firmly, strolling in as if he owned the place. He did, after all.

The SOLDIERs littering the training room were all first class. There were a few seconds, as Cloud could see from their belts, but they were respectfully standing off to the side. Reverently, perhaps.

Sephiroth was fighting. By the feel of the room, by the attitude of the men there, he might as well have been preaching.

Cloud fought to keep still, to keep a cool head. He took a quick series of shallow breaths, inadvertently clutching Rufus’ hand like a child.

It didn’t matter to Cloud that Sephiroth was shirtless, or that he was sweaty and panting, or that he was actually wielding the legendary Masamune, or that his hair was following his movements like a silver tail of liquid sex.

..Sephiroth was hurt. Badly.

All Cloud could focus on was the jarringly red blood pouring from his nose and the several gaping wounds across his chest and arms. The injuries didn’t detract from the respect he commanded, but rather seemed to enhance it.

Cloud swallowed a sob as Zack’s sword carved into Sephiroth’s side. It ripped free with an audible thick ripping pop, followed by a tidal wave of Sephiroth’s hot, sweet blood.

Cloud finally looked away from him and to Zack. If Sephiroth looked tore up, Zack looked as though he had just had a fucking house fall on top of him. Cloud noticed with a quivering edge of nausea that Zack’s thigh squirted blood with every step he took.

That was a main artery! Did nobody in this fucking place care about first aid?

The General apparently didn’t, not even pausing to regard his own damage, only continuing to make wide, graceful, sweeping motions against Zack’s choppy, brutal ones.

Cloud looked up at Rufus, who only watched this with a high brow sort of interest, as though it were some sort of art film. But the ease radiating from the man made Cloud again attempt to calm himself, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Especially when Zack slipped in his own blood, and Sephiroth took the opportunity to cut his head off.

He cut Zack’s fucking head off!

Cloud fell to pieces inside, and shoved his face against the white linen of Rufus’ coat.

“Decapitation, Zack.” A robotic, calm female voice announced, “One point, Sephiroth.”

Cloud slowly raised his eyes to see two of his favorite men in perfect condition.

Sephiroth and Zack.. had been healed. Or rather, the program had ended. No wounds, no blood, no gaping ribbons of torn flesh, no spillage across the ring of guts and identifiable chunks of tissue and matter. He blinked a few times, waiting for gore to come back, but it didn’t.

Cloud’s body all but went numb with relief as he remembered what the two had said before leaving the office. He was well aware that SOLDIERs used the tool of virtual reality in their training, it was something of sopping wet cadet fantasies; semi-secret, cutting edge technology that stimulated SOLDIER’s senses enough to train their muscles without actually risking bodily harm. Cloud hadn’t realized that that’s what was going on because it was so butt-fucking realistic.. never did he imagine the SOLDIER programs would be such a completely, perfect illusion.

It was so real. Too real. Cloud shuddered against himself.. what if there had been a glitch? What if they were under the impression that the program was running.. but they were actually tearing each other apart!? Surely such a mistake couldn’t ever be made.. could it?

What if it did, though? What if it went too far? A cure wouldn’t do shit for a decapitation! How would they be able to tell the difference between the perfect illusion and reality, especially if they could feel the illusion?

The men didn’t appear to suffer from this particular concern. Instead, they turned away from each other for a quick drink. Zack drank something from a water bottle that may or may not have been water, and Sephiroth took a long pull from a thermos, then handed it back to a SOLDIER standing nearby.

“Final Round.” The femmebot said, “Handicap, Sephiroth.”

Cloud’s eyes jerked closed of their own volition as a series of large gashes ripped across Sephiroth’s skin and oozed redness, harming him before the battle had even begun. It was almost not worth taking the mental notes to relay back to Cam.. it had to be seen to be believed. He could almost hear his best friend now, ‘FAWKIN’ BULLSHIT!’

Sephiroth again paid no attention to his injuries, only stood in wait for Zack’s first move.

Zack attacked, immediately getting a hit on Sephiroth’s shoulder, and it seemed even to Cloud’s under trained eyes that the General had allowed it. If not by having made the decision to remove his protective shoulder plating, he had certainly allowed it by not moving a muscle to block it. Even Zack seemed a little surprised, taking the slightest of pauses.

Then, Sephiroth shrugged harshly, actually using the friction of Zack’s blade in his flesh to throw him off balance.

It was the most hardcore thing Cloud had ever seen in his life.

Zack skittered across the floor before righting himself, then bounced back. When they really went at it and lost themselves in the back and forth game of sword-tag, Cloud heard more of them than he could actually see. There was an insistent clanging, and sometimes a spark off of their weapons. Sometimes a grunt of pain, then a splash of blood. Sometimes it squirted out onto an onlooker, much to everyone’s delight.

Then something seemed to happen that was obvious only to the two of them, causing their stalemate to come to an end while they stalked each other around the perimeter, seeming to be searching for an opening. Zack then growled something out to Sephiroth, giving a mocking sort of twirl of his bloody sword, looking like some sort of gruesome baseball player.

Sephiroth then said something to Zack that caused a murmur of chuckling from the SOLDIERs that were close enough to hear, and Cloud watched the improbably long Masamune spin around in Sephiroth’s grip in a careless sort of way.

Zack took whatever bait was cast and made another bold attack, and in two blinks of Cloud’s eyes, Sephiroth rendered him separated from his weapon and sprawled out on the floor.

Sephiroth had obviously won, and now the only question now was what would the female robot announce? Decapitation? Mutilation? Cut-in-half-and-pissed-on-ilation?

But then, Zack got up.

Beat down, busted and exhausted, he still had something inside of him that shined with determination. It was something from the end of a long movie, something that wasn’t supposed to actually exist in the world, something that needed an Eye of the Tiger caliber theme song. Cloud couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but he was suddenly full of nothing but disdain for Aerith.

She should have considered herself lucky to have reigned in such a wielder of positive energy and light.

Spitting out blood and thick red strings of innards and muck, Zack flashed a broad smile that appeared to be missing a few of those perfect white teeth.

Sephiroth grinned from underneath his shaggy strands of silver hair, and he raised his right hand to cover his eyes, calling out in a bored monotone, “5…4…3…”

There was a very brief spatter of manly chuckling while Zack scurried with a deep limp to his sword, seizing it and taking less than a second to prepare himself before throwing a fresh wave of fury at Sephiroth, who deflected all of it.. with his hand still covering his eyes.

“Showoff!” Cloud whispered, barely able to keep any part of his body still. He went to channel a little but of energy into drumming on his thighs, but felt a little tingle of unexpected pleasure. He looked down at himself with a groan at an absurdly obvious erection, free to stand proud and tall due to the looseness of Sephiroth’s jeans.

And it wasn’t entirely his fault, energy was infecting the entire room in quite a physical way, a few of the men in the crowd became emblazoned enough from the display to whistle, catcall, and call out the name of the opponent they were rooting for.

“Beat his ass, Sephiroth!” someone bellowed.

Zack made a loud, bloody raspberry in response, still throwing his best at Sephiroth, who finally had enough of showing off and fought him properly, giving him the respect he obviously deserved. Zack was a first class SOLDIER, young, strong, fast, and for a person who was stumbling drunk and volunteering himself as straight bait only hours before, displayed a skill that was honed and formidable. It wasn’t simply Cloud’s inexperienced awe; Zack was a goddamn incredible fighter.

But Sephiroth?

He was.. Cloud didn’t know what Sephiroth was. He wasn’t fighting though, that was for sure. He wasn’t even training, as he outmatched Zack beyond any sort of learning possibility for himself.

Was Sephiroth playing?

Cloud nodded, drumming the invisible beat of their mock battle, and decided that Sephiroth was most definitely playing. It was quite like watching a happy kitten swat around an indignant insect, all while teaching the other insects how it was done.

Of course, Sephiroth possessed a natural speed, grace, and length of limb that wasn’t exactly teachable. But he did stop to breathlessly say things that the other SOLDIERs seemed to understand, nodding their heads in either agreement or awe. Cloud pointedly ignored the comments, as he was a peon without even taking basic sword training yet, the masterful pointers went right over his head.

Maybe someday they wouldn’t.

In the tiny part of Cloud’s mind that was logical, he readily recalled that Sephiroth had said he wouldn’t train him.. but the rest of Cloud had to wonder..

Would he?

“Critical blood loss, Zack.” The robot announced, and he swore loudly as the program ended, and they were both back to perfect health, “Sephiroth wins.”

As they hopped out of the ring, Cloud brought his hands together a few times, but quickly halted himself when nobody else was nerdy enough to applaud. Instead, two new sparring partners took the floor immediately after their departure, obviously fired up and ready to try out Sephiroth’s valuable advice.

But Cloud couldn’t help himself, he jumped up and down a little, tugging on Rufus’ hand, “That was so fucking cool!”

Rufus only nodded, “Indeed.”

Cloud stared at his beloved and Zack, hoping against hope to be noticed, and wasn’t let down. Sephiroth’s eyes found him immediately, and he gave a small, quirky smile of disbelief as he made his way over.

Cloud didn’t open his arms for an embrace, knowing full well that it was neither the time or the place, but he couldn’t help but eat Sephiroth up with his eyes and wonder if Sephiroth was as horny after sparring as Cloud sometimes was. Adrenaline, sweat, a pounding pulse.. sometimes male bodies and minds became confused due to their extreme simplicities. And even if Sephiroth wasn’t aroused from his match with Zack.. Cloud was dying to tell Sephiroth how turned on he had become just by watching.

“What are you two doin’ here?” Sephiroth asked when he finally reached them, almost surprising Cloud by hooking an arm loosely over his shoulder. They weren’t close enough to be obscene, but near enough that Cloud could feel the thin layer of dewy sweat sitting on top of Sephiroth’s ultra heated skin, and take in his intoxicating scent of delicious baked goods.

Cloud quickly gave a nervous glace around at the room of SOLDIERs. Some eyes were on them, most weren’t though, as they were caught up in watching the quickly simmering sparring match in the ring. The eyes that were on them weren’t judgmental or even surprised, only curious. It was then that Cloud noticed quite a few other pairs of men in the room that seemed to be a bit more than friendly. Gloved hands were hooked into the backs of pockets, arms rested around shoulders, there was even a hand or two clasped here and there.

Encouraged, Cloud dared to rest a hand on the other side of Sephiroth’s waist. The tall General casually leaned into the hold.

He was so content that he almost forgot that he had been asked a question. Cloud opened his mouth to answer, but found that there was no brief way to explain the past half hour of his life.

Luckily, Rufus spoke up for him, “I’m taking your boyfriend for a walk, Sephiroth. He was terribly bored in your office.”

Sephiroth gave Cloud a coddling smile, “..He fell asleep? What time is it?”

“It’s nearing eleven.” Rufus declared gravely, “You haven’t fed the poor thing, either. He told me he was famished! Thank God I arrived when I did. He might have piddled on the carpet.”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes in Rufus’ direction, “What exactly were you doing in my office?”

But it kinda sounded like, ‘You better not have touched anything in my office...”

Rufus’ eyes couldn’t have rolled any farther into the back of his head, “Oh, please! I wasn’t even looking for your little ragamuffin. I only popped in to see if you would be interested in accompanying me to the pre-conference call luncheon.”

Sephiroth paused, “..Why not skip the call and do the meeting there?”

“Your no-nonsense approach is fine for the military, but we civilized people like calls and luncheons, thank you very much.”

“Is there an open bar?” Zack asked, appearing with his arm around Rufus.

Rufus cringed at the contact, “Neanderthal! What the hell do you think of this company?! Of course there’s an open bar!”

“Count us in!” Zack cheered.

“Zack..” Sephiroth said, tilting his head a bit.

“Oh.. sorry. Not interested..I’m.. drying out..” Zack grumbled, taking his arm from around Rufus.

Cloud tore himself away from Sephiroth and reached out for the tanned SOLDIER, clasping both of his sweaty hands when he reached back, “Zack! God! I was so scared when I saw you at first! I’ve never seen anything like that!”

“Me either!” Zack moaned in agreement, “I cried a little. I’m man enough to admit that.”

“I would have, too!”

Sephiroth tugged on the back of Cloud’s hair, “..You’re supposed to have second class clearance to be in here, you know..”

Zack shoved Sephiroth away and put his arms around Cloud protectively, “Don’t listen to him! I snuck onto floor 49 when I was a cadet, too!”

“That was a little different.” Sephiroth frowned.

“Was not!” Zack argued as the two current sparring partners began to slip around on fresh entrails. ‘Disembowelment, Kunsel.’ The robot lady announced.

Cloud groaned with a nausea.

“..Still hungry?” Sephiroth asked with a smile.

“Oh, fuck yes I am.” Cloud said seriously, going back to his rightful place under Sephiroth’s arm, “Please feed me.”

Sephiroth wrinkled his nose at Zack, “..Cafeteria?”

Zack shrugged grimly, “I guess. It’s sort of late to order something.”

“You’re all boring me. I’m leaving.” Rufus then peered around suspiciously, “..but before I go.. I must say that I can’t help but notice the distant lack of body odor in this room. Where’s Mr. Rhapsodos?”

Sephiroth smiled a little, “On another continent.”

Rufus’ shoulders slumped in obvious disappointment, then he straightened back up, “Well, at least I can roam the halls without wondering if I’m going to run into the wicked witch of the East. And I simply don’t have time to worry about him, I have a luncheon to organize! I have to figure out where to put Tseng to where he’s not directly facing Scarlet, to where she’s not directly facing my father, because my mother is going to be there.. ohh. I’m stressed already. Cheerio.”

And so, Rufus quickly disappeared in a flurry of white linen.

Zack pouted in longing as he went, “..Open bar..”

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

“It’s.. beautiful.” Cloud whispered.

Sephiroth and Zack both looked down at him, “It is?”

The Shin-Ra cafeteria was sparkling and clean and a veritable wonderland of lunchtime fun. There were rows and rows of shiny machines, just waiting to dispense of edible goods at the mere touch of a button. They had everything! A machine for fresh salads, a machine for breakfast fare, a machine for hot meals, a machine for vegetarians, a machine for hardcore junk food, a machine for every sort of beverage imaginable. They even had a specific machine for Jello.

Cloud pressed his hands to it, “Can I have some?”

Sephiroth fed the machine a few gil and punched multiple buttons. After a few whirs, ten little colorful Jello cups came sliding out, each with a little dollop of whipped goodness. Cloud could have wept.

“Damn, it’s just Jello.” Zack grumbled, rubbing his stomach, “I’ll have something more substantial, Seph.”

Sephiroth glared at him, “Why are you tellin’ me?”

Zack batted his eyes until Sephiroth handed him a gil note. Zack snatched it and stuffed it down his turtleneck for safe keeping.

Cloud giggled, “I need more than Jello, too. What else is good here?”

Sephiroth pointed at the big, manly food machine, “I like the sandwiches. And the pizza. And the pasta. And the chicken..”

Sephiroth rambled on more food options, but Cloud burst when he spied a food he hadn’t been expecting to find outside of Nibelheim, “Haggis!?”

The two SOLDIERs peered at the tiny picture of identifiable food on a button neither of them had ever felt the urge to press.

Sephiroth squinted at it, “What the hell is that?”

“I’ll give you a bite.” Cloud promised as Sephiroth inserted a few gil and bought him a plate of the culinary delight.

Zack fished Sephiroth’s money out of his shirt when he finally chose the decidedly Gongagan dish of gourmet beefaroni, and Sephiroth himself chose a traditional Midgarian assortment of fat and carbs in the form of “The Sampler Platter”, which consisted of fried cheese, fried chicken, fried okra, and fried fries.

“Fatass.” Zack remarked.

They sat with their trays, both SOLDIERs sat safe with their regular favorites, but regarded Cloud’s choice with weary eyes.

“Is that a potato?” Sephiroth asked before crunching into his chicken.

“No.” Cloud said, and opened it up with his fork. The balloon-like sack split to reveal a mushy, thick stuffing.

“Is that vomit?” Zack guessed.

“Haggis.” Cloud corrected in a slightly unpronounceable fashion, and put a heaping forkful to Zack’s lips.

They gingerly opened to accept it, and then Zack nodded a little, chewing without fear, “It’s pretty.. okay. I guess. It’s really different. What is it, exactly?”

“Sheep and cow.. lamb, too I think. Maybe pig, but I doubt it, since its out of a vending machine. Probably some chocobo, too.”

Zack stopped chewing, “Cloud.. you just named like eighteen different animals. What’s in my mouth?”

“Well, it could be all of those, or just one,” Cloud explained before taking a huge bite himself, “Haggis is made from oats and sweet breads.”

Zack smiled in relief, “Oh! Sweet breads!”

Sephiroth sputtered and laughed around his cheese stick, “Fuck! Zack! That’s like intestines, dude!”

Zack didn’t hesitate; he opened his mouth and let whatever was inside fall onto the table in front of him, “Cloud!” He howled, spitting at the floor, “How could you do this to me!?”

Cloud laughed heartily, “Oh whatever! Your beefaroni meat is probably like, 20% cardboard and ants.”

Zack frowned, “I’d so much rather not know what I’m eating. Ever.”

Sephiroth leaned in towards Cloud, “..I’ll try anything.”

And the seductive tone was not lost in a conversation about animal innards! Cloud giggled and offered Sephiroth a modest, neat forkful, humming a little when those soft, sensuous lips caught the utensil and sucked the food off slowly.

Zack grimaced at the display, “Don’t get too excited there, Seph. It’s just chocobo colon.”

Sephiroth then leaned on his palm and ate carefully.

“It’s fuckin’ disgusting.” He finally decided, chasing the flavor away with a mouthful of good old fashioned Midgarian grease.

“It’s an acquired taste.” Cloud said loftily, then pointed his fork at Sephiroth in accusation, “Kind of like your rank-ass pure espresso! I thought I was going to keel over!”

Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed, “Wait…what espresso?”

Cloud paused for a long, silent moment, then balked in offense, “Exactly! What espresso? There was absolutely no espresso to be had!”

Sephiroth wasn’t so easily fooled, “You drank some of my coffee that day!”

“..I had to make sure it wasn’t poisoned!” Cloud squeaked, quickly polishing off his meal and moving on towards the Jello assortment.

When three trays dropped noisily down onto the table, their eyes shot up to find none other than Nurse Rhonda, Julie, and Elena. Cloud’s heart skipped a negative little beat. Two out of the three had strapped him to a toilet, and the other’s favorite pre-dawn activity was to make him vomit blood.

But they regarded him in a casual, friendly way, then Sephiroth and Zack, except for the now painfully pregnant Julie, who pointed a finger in Zack’s face, “No commentary, please. I know that I’m fat.”

Zack gurgled on his beefaroni, “I wasn’t going to say anything!”

Julie pointed again, “Just.. don’t even look at me. I’m in a bad mood. Where’s my haggis!?”

Cloud gasped, “You like it, too?”

“Of course I don’t, nobody does! I just need a lot of iron, and that’s what the good doctors are making me eat. Freaking sadists!”

Rhonda scooted a tray in front of her, “Just put it in your mouth. Give my ears a damn break.”

Julie managed to bitch even with her mouth full of assorted intestines, “Listen! You can take a break from screaming at people long enough to come with me to my lab appointments! It’s not too much to ask, they’re your children, too! At least you don’t have to walk around like sumo wrestler and squat over the toilet because it’s too hard to get back up. What are you laughing at, Seph? Shut up! And you, blondie! Don’t look at me with those.. blue eyes! Don’t you people know not to agitate a pregnant woman!?”

Rhonda leaned on her fists and gazed limply at Sephiroth, “..Seph? Favor..?”

Sephiroth raised his eyebrows, sucking chicken out of his teeth.

“..You’re going to hate me.”

“Then don’t ask.” He suggested.

She sighed, “Look. You’re my little buddy, and I’m saying this nicely because they won’t stop hounding me to ask you.. let them do the mako transfusion.”

“No.” Sephiroth answered, a bit too calmly.

“..Why?”

“Because I don’t need it.”

Cloud chewing a bit slower, not wanting the sound of his own jaw working to blot out any of this particular conversation. But suddenly, Zack was very interested in Cloud’s desert, and began discussing it at great length.

“Jello! Do you know why I love Jello? It’s not only a food, it’s an experience! Cloud! Tell us about the first time you ate Jello!”

“I don’t fucking remember!” Cloud hissed, turning his face back to Sephiroth and Rhonda, who were now murmuring to each other across the table in utter seriousness.

Zack’s brows lowered slightly. He knew about Sephiroth what Cloud didn’t, and more importantly, that Sephiroth didn’t want Cloud to know.

“Look how Jello, like, dances! Wow!” Zack cried, jiggling a cup in front of Cloud’s eyes, “What’s your favorite Jello color, Cloud?”

“Red!” Cloud hissed again, moving his head to the side to look at Sephiroth with great concern, who seemed to be getting a bit angry.

“Cloud? Cloud!?” Zack inquired seriously, “Jello with whipped cream : Perfect combo? Or overkill, perhaps?”

“Why’s he yapping about Jello?” Elena murmured to Julie, who was ignoring everything to focus on her food and everyone else’s.

Julie shrugged, snatching a morsel of chicken Sephiroth had neglected to consume, “He’s a moron. Hey moron, nobody cares!”

Zack then tapped his fingers and pointed to Julies stomach, “So! Who’s the father?”

“Rhonda is!”

Zack tilted his head, “How?”

Julie pinched the bridge of her nose, “We’ve been through this so many times, Zack Fair. They reversed the genetics on one of Rhonda’s eggs, so that it became a sperm. Googly goo, a bunch of scientific words later – I’m pregnant with Rhonda’s baby. She’s the father!”

“But she’s a woman, so she’s still a mother! I mean, so are you, but that’s still two mothers! There’s no father! The little dudes need a guy in their life!” Zack crossed his arms and mentally sat back, having wound her up and was now watching her go.

As expected, Julie began a lesbian rant that drowned out everything else in the cafeteria entirely, “Who says my children need a male father!? Just because Rhonda’s female doesn’t mean she can’t be just as good a father as some brainless penis wielder!”

“But she’s a woman!” Zack prodded, “So she’s a mother, too!”

“You simple minded man! Oh.. Oh! You’ve done it now. The kids are pissed.”

Everyone felt Julie’s stomach and agreed that indeed, her babies were definitely pissed. Fighting three against one, Zack couldn’t possibly win, and declared Rhonda the female father.

Cloud then made the mistake of asking this : “..It’s possible to turn a sperm into an egg, then?”

Elena leaned in, “..Why do you ask?”

Cloud panicked, “No reason! I was just curious!”

They chattered and bickered until the quiet conversation between Sephiroth and Rhonda dried up and they joined in, Rhonda agreeing happily that the horrendously embarrassed Cloud would make an excellent mother. If Sephiroth had an opinion on the subject, he kept it to himself, simply watching the tables’ exchanges with a dulled sort of interest.

Cloud turned to him as soon as their table mate’s collective attention was wrapped up in something else, “Hey.. everything okay?”

Sephiroth nodded, pressing his lips between Cloud’s eyes, which Cloud returned by tilting his head back to kiss Sephiroth’s chin. This quiet, intimate act was followed by a few heartbeats of silence, before the women all made the same noise – something between a coo and a cry for help.

“WAAAAaaaaAAAAWWW!” they said.

“Oh, please.” Sephiroth smiled, “You’ve seen us kiss before.”

Elena shook her head, “We have not! We only heard about it!”

“Kiss Cloud!” Julie commanded as if on the bridge of a warship, “We wanna see!”

“Yeah, kiss him.” Rhonda agreed softly, her facial expression full of tender apology for whatever had been said moments before. Sephiroth smiled at her in response, and the tightness from their end of the table scattered and dispersed.

“Heeeey, whoah woah!” Zack then barked, elbowing Cloud hard, “I have seen them kiss! And please! Don’t get Mustang Sally here started!”

“Shut up, Zack!” Julie sneered, then cooed at Cloud, “Go on! Kiss Seph!”

Cloud was as red as could be. But he couldn’t resist his attraction to the idea of kissing his beloved, as it had simply been too long since last their lips met. He turned a little and smiled up at Sephiroth, who didn’t move, only followed Cloud’s movement with his lidded, amused eyes. Cloud laughed a little before he burst up to press a quick, dry kiss to Sephiroth’s slightly unprepared lips.

The ladies clapped as though they were at a golf game, except for Julie, who bemoaned, “That wasn’t a real kiss! That was pathetic!”

Sephiroth responded by burrowing a hand into the back of Cloud’s hair, and proceeding with what Julie and the rest of society would classify as, a “real” kiss.

Please don’t get hard! Cloud prayed to his cock as Sephiroth’s tongue snuck past his lips, rubbing at Cloud’s until it rolled along with him. Cloud shut his eyes with a silent sigh, enjoying as Sephiroth made his now thoroughly practiced move of sucking at both Cloud’s top and bottom lips in turn, then pulling away.

Sephiroth whispered romantically to him, “..You taste like spleen.”

“You taste like cheese.” Cloud whispered back before diving back in.

“You never kiss me like that anymore.” Julie said to Rhonda dryly.

So, Rhonda did.

Elena sighed dreamily, “I need to call Cissnei..”

Zack leaned on his fist, reached into his pocket for his own cell phone. He rolled it in his palm for a few moments, surrounded by public displays of affection, and not knowing the face of the next person he himself would kiss.

Aerith had made things clear earlier in the morning, after Zack had sobered up in the lab. He wasn’t in the doghouse, or on probation, or topping any shit lists this time. The opposite; he was free.

He finally flipped it open, and deleted her number.

It was useless, though. He knew it by heart.

He closed the cell phone with a frown that nobody at the table saw. Full of goddamn angst? That wasn’t the way to be, ever. He couldn’t be sad. He wouldn’t be. Ever.

Drinking wasn’t an option, so Zack decided to cheer himself up by forcing an abrupt halt to the simmering little makeout session occurring right next to him.

He dumped his cup of ice water over Cloud’s head.

The thorough beating he then received from Sephiroth made him laugh, made him hurt, and made him forget. If only for a few minutes.

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

“You have an interesting job, Mr. General.” Cloud smiled, scuttling into Sephiroth’s apartment.

The previous couple of hours had consisted of more office work for Sephiroth, a lame attempt of Cloud’s to write a thank you letter to his father, and both endeavors ending with both of them declaring, ‘Fuck it.’ The only real highlight was hearing plenty of Sephiroth’s “serious” voice during the conference call. He had to turn his chair to face the wall when he caught Cloud’s humor cast eyes.

Sephiroth slammed the door shut and stripped off his coat, tossing it on the floor and stalking Cloud into the living room. “This day was somewhat atypical.”

“Well, we’re home now..” Cloud pointed out, slowing to a stop in the middle of the room and glancing over his shoulder.

Sephiroth enveloped Cloud in himself, pulling him near and smelling the length of his neck in a way that ignited visions of cave people and crazy animal mating rituals, “I need to fuck you.”

“I need you to..” Cloud turned his head up to touch his tongue to Sephiroth’s lips, moaning softly as they immediately opened up to swallow him.

He reached back and put his hands on Sephiroth, easily finding silky hair and soft leather. Sephiroth’s hands slid up into his still slightly damp hoodie, pulling it slowly up over his chest, his thumbs rubbing over small, hardened nipples. Sephiroth broke the kiss with a tiny grunt to tug the thing over Cloud’s head, poofing up his hair. His lips attacked the bare length of Cloud’s neck, finding a field of short, edged little blonde tresses in his way.

“You tryin’ to grow this out or somethin’?” Sephiroth asked, blowing them out of his mouth.

“Want me to?” Cloud asked over his shoulder.

Sephiroth paused, his hands halfway down the front of Cloud’s pants. He then smiled, “..That’d be really sexy, actually..”

Cloud scrunched his nose, “..Would you pull it if it was longer?”

He answered by sinking his hand into it and giving it a possessive little jerk. Cloud’s ass pushed heavily back into Sephiroth’s leather constricted erection as he rode the wave of the sensation.

“Bed.” Sephiroth grunted.

Cloud was beginning to lose himself in the haze of strong arousal, and simply nodding vehemently in open mouthed agreement. However, when Sephiroth scooped him off of his feet from behind, he squirmed away with a low whine. In no mood to play around, Sephiroth snatched Cloud’s wrists and threw them around his neck like a feather boa, hauling him up into his arms.

But Cloud was choosing not to cooperate, and immediately unhooked his arms from around Sephiroth’s neck, falling to his feet.

“Let me carry you, Seph.”

Sephiroth paused, blinked, then chuckled. He then hooked an arm under Cloud’s knees and flipped him up into his arms. Cloud kicked and fought until Sephiroth set him down again.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, his breath shallow from arousal and a teasing taste of playful battle.

“Let me carry you.” Cloud repeated.

Sephiroth’s face scrunched with confusion, “..Why?”

“You always carry me.”

“..I weigh 250 pounds, Cloud. I’m twice your size.. more than twice your size. You can’t.”

Cloud didn’t even bay an eye at the scale number, and instead crossed his arms, “Let me try.”

Sephiroth crossed his arms right back, “No. You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Cloud raised his chin, “I bench 120, but I’ve lifted 180 without a real problem. And you might be double my weight, but you’re just lean mass. You’ll only feel like 210, at most.”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes, but they popped right back open when Cloud added, “And it’s not like you haven’t been on top of me before..”

Sephiroth smirked, gazing down at Cloud with friendly suspicion. He had actually begun to wonder when this particular scenario would arrive. He picked Cloud up whenever he got the chance, called him ‘baby’ of all things, and was the one to penetrate during their lovemaking. In the back of Sephiroth’s mind, he wondered if Cloud felt somewhat.. emasculated.

But as he stood before Sephiroth in borrowed jeans barely hanging onto his narrow hips, and a gentle, but determined look on his face, Sephiroth realized something very important about his little lover.

Cloud was a man. No question about it.

Granted, he was a young man, and one who let himself be treated like a soft, delicate thing, even reveling in it.. but underneath it all, he had certain needs like any other man.

The most basic of which was to feel like a man.

And if he needed to prove something as small and inconsequential as the ability to lift and carry his larger partner, Sephiroth would goddamn well let him try. Try, fall over, throw his back out... but he would be there to pick up the pieces and kiss them better.

Sephiroth made himself available, “Okay, Strife. Come ‘n’ get me.”

Excitement flared in Cloud’s water colored eyes, and he exhaled in half disbelief before he carefully approached Sephiroth, sizing him up. Sephiroth sputtered laughter when Cloud took one of his long, leather clad legs by the knee and put it around his tiny waist. He then bent his knees a little, groping Sephiroth’s ass to get a firm grip on him, then straightened up with a heavy groan.

Sephiroth’s other foot left the floor.

After a moment of astonishment for both parties passed, Sephiroth threw his arms around Cloud’s neck for balance, and Cloud gawked up at the load in his arms as his mouth bloomed into a wide, triumphant grin. He took a few careful steps before breaking into a little trot. Sephiroth laughed softly into his hair, as it was the ‘oh shit this is really heavy’ run, and prepared himself for the impact into the hardwood floor.

But Cloud didn’t topple over, and Sephiroth was soon dumped unceremoniously onto the bed, following along by a pile of thin, quivering limbs.

Cloud popped up to his hands and knees beaming, and huffed, “I did it!”

Sephiroth smiled down at him, “You actually goddamn did..”

He blushed, taking a victory crawl up Sephiroth’s long body to reach his lips.

“Seph..” Cloud murmured after a brief kiss, “..How do I take this stuff off of you?”

Sephiroth reached between them and made a show of slowly unsnapping his suspenders, pulling them away from his body so Cloud could see where the hooks were located. He then arched up off the bed to shrug out of them before pulling his SOLDIER belt away from his side and revealing the hidden series of latches underneath, inviting Cloud to try and undo them.

“It’s worse than a bra.” Cloud muttered as he fumbled with them, which were rather difficult to the inexperienced.

Sephiroth found the comparison quite amusing, and took additional pleasure in the sight of Cloud’s pink tongue as it poked from between his lips in concentration. He leaned up to taste it, making Cloud all the more clumsy and uncoordinated.

“Here.” Sephiroth finally said when the novelty of watching Cloud struggle wore off. He made quick work of the latches, his fingers bumping into Clouds as he pulled the belt off and away. Cloud’s hands skittered across hard, exposed muscle, and found something he had gotten plenty of previous training in removing. He tore at Sephiroth’s button and zipper, removing the barrier quickly and then brushing a hand inside, gripping and pulling the hardness there without hesitation. Sephiroth’s hips jerked up off of the bed, and Cloud took the opportunity to deftly yank his pants down his thighs, peeling the material away as it clung to Sephiroth’s skin, obviously not wanting to leave his beautiful body.

Growling into Cloud’s mouth, Sephiroth’s fingers restlessly plunged into the back of the loose jeans, pulling them down over the curve of his ass with one good tug. Cloud rolled onto his back to complete his nudification as quickly as possible, kicking the pants off his legs as Sephiroth tugged them down over his feet.

Once they were both successfully naked, Sephiroth dove on top of him like a big kid down a slip n’ slide. Cloud laughed merrily at the enthusiastic grin plastered across the General’s face, “You’d never have thought you turned me down flat this morning!”

Sephiroth’s lips were busy tasting the sweet skin of Cloud’s neck, “Didn’t turn you down..” he pleaded indulgently, “..just wanna take my time..”

“Nothing wrong with a quickie..” Cloud sighed as Sephiroth’s mouth found one of his nipples.

Sephiroth replied by nipping it, wrenching a loud cry from Cloud.

He paused and looked up guiltily, “..Did that hurt?”

“No.. not at all..” Cloud admitted, “I just thought it might.”

Sephiroth grinned as he stuck out his tongue in the direction of the other one, his eyes alight with naughty plotting.

“I don’t want us to fight, Seph.” Cloud blurted suddenly at him.

Sephiroth stopped cold, a stern glare blotting out the playful sparkle in his eyes. He wondered now if Cloud was somehow afraid of him after seeing him spar with Zack. He wouldn’t be the first person to think differently of him after seeing a display like that, and it made him almost wild with regret.

He didn’t want to lose what they had together.

He shifted up to Cloud’s eye level, “..I won’t ever lay a hand on you, Cloud.”

Cloud’s eyes shot open, “No! I don’t mean like that.. oh, forget it.”

“No. What are you talkin’ about?”

Cloud sighed, looking up at the ceiling, “Today I was thinking about Aerith and Zack. How they fought.. seemed like it happens a lot..” Cloud explained softly, his fingers rubbing at Sephiroth’s shoulders, “..I meant to say that I don’t want that to happen to us. We had a fight already.. sort of. But.. I don’t want us to have to fight to work things out.”

“Disagreements happen. I know we’re gonna do shit that’ll piss each other off. We won’t always see eye to eye.. well, we never will, if you think about it..”

Cloud squinted an eye up at him.

Sephiroth only smiled, settling down on Cloud and letting him feel his weight because he could handle it, “But what happens with Aerith and Zack won’t happen with us. Know why?”

Cloud shook his head.

Sephiroth told him, “Because we talk to each other. Aerith and Zack.. they’re good together.. but I know they never really talk.”

“You like to talk to me?” Cloud asked quietly.

Sephiroth rested on his elbows next to Cloud’s head, “I could talk to you for a hundred million years.. but is it okay if we shut the fuck up, now?”

Cloud bit his lip and tilted his head on the mattress, “Aw, Seph.. did I spoil the mood?”

“Oh, no...” Sephiroth assured, pressing a potent arousal against him.

Cloud swallowed, “Good! Shit.. I don’t think I’d be able to stand ruining another night with you.”

“You think you ruined last night?”

“Yeah!” Cloud nodded miserably, “It was my dumbass idea to turn the TV on for background noise. We wasted the whole night.”

Sephiroth smiled, “This proves it. You only love me for my body.”

Cloud’s eyes widened, then he bucked under Sephiroth, “That’s not what I meant! I just mean.. I need to learn to shut up and get it when I can..”

“You can get it whenever you want it. I toldja. Just tell me if you need me.”

“You’re ..serious?” Cloud’s eyebrows rose in wonder, “.. I can make a bootycall?”

Sephiroth’s eyes popped open wide before he rolled off of Cloud, his loud laughter echoing off the high ceiling.

“What?!” Cloud screamed.

“Did you just say ‘bootycall’?!” Sephiroth cried out, his humor boiling over.

Cloud blushed bright, “That’s what it is, isn’t it?”

“But it’s..” Sephiroth sniffed a little, “You make it sound so fuckin’ proper!”

“Bootycall?” Cloud said with a smile, trying successfully to wring more gorgeous laughter from the man beside him. It sounded like ‘boo’ycaww’. He then lowered his eyelids and purred, “…Bootycall..”

Sephiroth paused his laughter and hissed softly, “..How do you do that?”

Cloud smiled, reached his arms straight up to hook around Sephiroth’s shoulders, “..Do what?”

“You’re so goddamn cute. Then, alluva sudden.. you’re so goddamn sexy..

Cloud’s face scrunched and he looked ready to retort, but was cut off by a mouth that had had enough of talking.

Sephiroth sucked at Cloud’s lips before turning his attention back to his hard little nipples. His tongue danced across the peaked, pinkish tip, and he could actual hear Cloud’s heart pounding out the rhythm of anticipation before sharp teeth flashed and nipped. This time there was no fear of pain, and Cloud was awash only in the burning shock of pleasure, gasping with a sharp intake of air.

The tiny gasps turned desperate as Sephiroth’s fingers took their sweet time traveling down Cloud’s body, detouring often to brush up and down long limbs of tightly wound muscle. He arrived at Cloud’s erection, clearly in no hurry as he rubbed his hot palm along the tight, silky skin. He drudged up a low whine out of Cloud when he finally wrapped his fingers around it, gripping it. He worked Cloud over, moving his fist from the honey blonde-haired base to the brightly blushed tip with a toe curling brand of slowness.

All it took was a small hand on Sephiroth’s chest and a gentle push for him to stop and look at Cloud. Another nearly weightless push had the powerful man on his back.

Cloud sat up next to him, wanting only his turn to touch and kiss. He sampled lips, a smooth jaw, a strong collar bone, a wonderfully defined chest. He gripped the hard, large muscles of Sephiroth’s arms while his lips felt his pulse pounding in his wrist, then took the time to kiss the pads of every one of his ten long fingers. Cloud then moved to covet Sephiroth’s taut lower abdomen with his tongue, detouring off of the chiseled trail to the tops of his thighs.. and while the mission of all of this was to tease Sephiroth.. he found that putting off what the General was now so hungrily bucking his hips for was a bigger tease to himself.

He mentally shrugged at the fact that he’d make a horrible dominatrix, finding no real problem with a natural urge to please his beloved. While his hands made the journey down to feel long thighs, his mouth worked wetly along the underside of Sephiroth’s thick cock before lapping and sucking on the rounded head, the abrupt visual sending a tremor up through Sephiroth’s body.

Cloud opened his mouth to wrap his lips around him, moving down before pulling back slowly, looking up at Sephiroth’s eyes as he let his lips linger and brush over the thrumming flesh.

Sephiroth saw an odd little blue electric flicker in Cloud’s eyes before took a breath and lowered his mouth again.

Slowly and purposefully, he took Sephiroth down his throat, inch by inch. He worked his way down entirely past his zone of comfort, his small nose burrowing into silver fuzz.

Sephiroth’s jaw dropped, and he made the sort of anguished noise one makes when they drop a plate, “Oh, shit!”

Cloud clamped his eyes shut, literally choking down a gale of laughter before backpeddling quickly up, and coughing out, “Seeeph! Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to deep throat you!”

Sephiroth face went completely blank, “..I can be totally not funny.”

This only made Cloud laugh harder, but after a few moments of recovery, he returned eagerly to his unfinished business. Sephiroth made a true effort to hold himself still and keep quiet, watching in silent fascination as Cloud took it all, then tilted his head back with slightly hallowed cheeks, only to suck his way back down to the very bottom again.

Sephiroth felt himself plunging fast towards a hard, abrupt release, and knowing Cloud would understand, ran his fingers through his pale yellow hair to push him gently away, then immediately pull him near. With wet, reddened lips, Cloud climbed atop him in his slightly graceful, slightly clumsy way, once again reminding Sephiroth very much of a sleepy kitten. Only instead of napping, this one was mounting up.

Cloud grinded his bottom restlessly against Sephiroth, “..I’ve been thinking about this all day..”

“We need uh..” Sephiroth narrowed his eyes in thought, then began making a slightly obscene sort of gesture of squirting an invisible tube, “..Ya know?”

Cloud forgave Sephiroth’s faulty memory concerning the brand name of their lubricant, and gave him one more suggestive little bounce before sitting up, “I left it here last time.. did you put it away?”

He pulled open Sephiroth’s bedside drawer before he could be stopped.

Cloud blinked at what he found, then slid the drawer quickly shut.

He looked at Sephiroth, who actually blushed. For real, blushed.

After a moment of stunned silence, Cloud murmured, “..Can I ..look in that drawer?”

Sephiroth’s eyes widened in humiliated disbelief, “..I guess.”

Cloud slowly moved his hand to the drawer again and tenderly slid it open.

He pulled out the tube of Pleasureglide that he had left last week. And then, a long, bright pink dildo.

“Shut da fuck up!” Sephiroth commanded in bad impersonation of his own confident self, as Cloud held the dildo in one hand, and held his stomach with the other, doubled over on top of Sephiroth with howling laughter until he was desperate for air.

“What!? What!?” Was all Cloud could manage. Sephiroth responded by snatching it away and hurling it across the room.

Unfortunately for him, it began to vibrate and bounce along on the hardwood.

Cloud was past laughter and began to simply scream hysterically, kicking and rolling on the bed like a man possessed.

Sephiroth roughly shoved him aside, stalking angrily over to the buzzing contraption, yanking it up off the floor and fumbling with it until it went silent.

He turned back to Cloud with narrow eyes, prepared to face his wrath. To his surprise, Cloud was actually still hard, perhaps even harder than before. He was lying on his side and beaming a dirty smile.

“Come baaaack..” He cooed.

“Fuck yoooou.” Sephiroth echoed with a scowl.

Cloud gave him a condescending ‘tsk’ and went up on his knees, puckering his lips out at him and blinking in wait. After a moment of heavy angst, Sephiroth went back to the bed and touched his lips to Cloud’s.

“I just want to know..” Cloud said slowly and calmly, “Why. Is it .. pink?”

Sephiroth’s eyes turned into two glowing neon slits, but he replied as calmly, “Because the only other color was like, skin toned. And there’s somethin’ weird about that.”

Once Cloud had come off of his exhausting, roller coaster ride of a guffaw, he sighed, wiped his face of tears, and turned onto his side where Sephiroth was lying moodily with his arms crossed.

Cloud propped up on his fist and swung a leg over onto Sephiroth, “I laugh because I love you.”

“I can see that.” Sephiroth hissed.

Cloud actually frowned a little, and tugged on Sephiroth’s hips with his leg, “I’m sorry. It was just.. unexpected. And.. fucking pink.”

He scowled harder when Cloud giggled softly again in a mirrored echo of his previous minutes long tirade of laughter, rubbing at his sore stomach muscles. Sephiroth grumbled moodily, “Yeah, well.. whatever.”

Cloud hugged one of Sephiroth’s crossed arms, “..Why do you have it?”

“Can we not talk about it?”

He kissed Sephiroth’s bicep and purred, “This is just the universe getting you back, you know.”

“What?”

“Remember snooping and finding my lube?”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes, “That was no big fuckin’ deal.”

Cloud mounted him again, “What about me humiliating myself in front of the entire school?”

Sephiroth smirked a little around the edges, “That was just cute.”

“How about all the times you’ve scared me and made me jump? Or when I had to tell two lesbian commandos that I was a virgin? Or how about when I had a total woody while watching your ass on the way to the copy room? Eh? Eh?”

A little smile began to bloom on Sephiroth’s mouth, but he twisted it to the side with a sigh.

Cloud bounced on him, “I’d say it’s about goddamn time you blushed for me!”

“It was hot in here.” Sephiroth argued with no real conviction.

Cloud rolled his eyes and leaned down, lowering his voice to a more serious tone, “Out of all the humiliating bullshit that’s happened to me in front of you.. did any of it ever make you think less of me?”

“No.” Sephiroth said honestly.

Cloud smiled as if that answer was a slight relief, “Well.. Even though you own a pink dildo.. I love you.”

One of Sephiroth’s silver eyebrows arched, but he said nothing.

“I do love you..” Cloud told him again, brushing their noses, “..I’m in love with you.”

“Hey..” Sephiroth said, and gently took Cloud’s face, returning the phrase with his eyes and energy. Their lips met briefly, before Sephiroth pulled away and sighed, rolling his eyes as folded his hands behind his head, “I got the damn thing because.. I wanted to know how it felt. Before I actually did it.”

Cloud stopped smiling and sat up a little, “..For me..?”

“I guess.”

Cloud suddenly felt horrible and childish for having laughed at all. Even during their slightly tentative first time, Sephiroth seemed to have an idea of just where to hit to make him feel good, canning his pleasured eagerness in favor of a gentle touch. During their slightly more skilled second time, even more so.

Cloud laid his head on Sephiroth’s shoulder, kissing his chest softly, “Seph.. that’s the most weirdly romantic thing I’ve ever heard.. thank you.”

Sephiroth smirked at the gratitude, “Mm. Don’t thank me. I just.. ya know –”

“Gotta be the best?”

“God..” Sephiroth groaned with dark humor, “..you just finished my sentence.”

They smiled at each other for a moment, both of them wanting to crawl inside the other, as skin to skin contact didn’t seem to get them close enough to each other.

“Hey, Seph?..” Cloud said after the lovely moment of mental union. He leaned over Sephiroth’s waist, reaching out off of the bed, rolling the hot pink phallus towards him with his fingertips, then picking it up.

Sephiroth groaned, attempting to swipe it back, “Can we just forget about this for fuck’s sake?”

Cloud rolled over on top of it, “No way.”

“Cloud. Let go.” Sephiroth grumbled, trying to snake his fingers underneath Cloud to retrieve his shameful possession.

“Why should I?” Cloud asked, wiggling his ass to momentarily distract Sephiroth while he got a better grip on it, “I should be allowed access to your sex toy.”

“Don’t say ‘sex toy’! I only used it like once or twice.” Seven times was the exact number.

“Let me try it.”

“What!? Why?”

“You won’t be embarrassed anymore,” Cloud stated, turning his face to look up at Sephiroth in seriousness, “..If I use it too.. it’ll be ours.”

Sephiroth blinked, seeming to consider that. He then reluctantly rolled off of Cloud’s back and onto his side with a coolly vacant disinterest.

Cloud smiled and rolled over as well, leaning up against the pillows. He then began slapping the thing against his palm like a faulty flashlight, trying to turn it on.

Sephiroth chuckled softly when Cloud squinted one eye and looked at it like a kaleidoscope, before sighing blithely, “..Twist it.”

Cloud made a bright facial expression of ‘Ohhh’ and did just that. The thing came to life with such a ferocious abruptness he dropped it. When it wiggled on the bed away from him, he bravely picked it up and tamed it by twisting it softly in the opposite direction. When it was manageable, he gave Sephiroth a hopeful glance, “Is this a good.. um.. velocity?”

Sephiroth chuckled again, figuring it wasn’t going to be the last time before this bullshit was over, “I never actually had it on.”

Cloud then turned it off with wide, curious eyes, spreading his legs haphazardly, “Well, here goes!”

Sephiroth almost choked on his tongue when Cloud attempted to press the head of the dildo into his tiny, dry opening, “Whoah! Hey! You tryin’ to kill yourself?”

Cloud blinked calmly up at him from the pillows, “Ohhh, yeah. I forgot..”

Like hell. He just wanted to make sure the General was paying attention.

He was rewarded by a loud sigh from Sephiroth, who sat and dragging Cloud by his thighs into his lap, shifting with him until the short blonde laid down in front of him with his legs spread around his hips.

Cloud blushed a bit at being spread wide open in broad daylight like a lunch menu, and ventured to ask, “.. You like how this looks?”

Sephiroth had to tear his eyes away to make contact with Cloud’s, “.. Fuck yeah.”

Cloud giggled softly at the emphatic answer, then felt above his head on the folded over, rumpled sheets for the lube. Sephiroth leaned over and grabbed it, and put it in his hand.

After popping open the top and squeezing a little on his fingers, Cloud moved them down between his legs a bit uncertainly.

“You really haven’t done this to yourself, have you?” Sephiroth asked in slight disbelief.

“No..” Cloud said with closed eyes, already rubbing his fingers at the unfamiliar terrain, “.. help?”

Sephiroth was only too glad. He guided Cloud to his opening, positioning his middle finger carefully, “Push a little..” He instructed.

Cloud sunk his finger in slowly, and finding resistance against himself, took a long breath to calm down. He was nervous as much as he was anxious, and double that considering the fact he had an eagerly rapt audience.

“More..” Sephiroth encouraged, his thumbs tracing around Cloud’s slightly puckered perimeter, “.. and curve your finger back.”

Cloud gasped a little at what he immediately found. Sephiroth was a pro! He stilled his finger and moved it out a little, then back in, letting up off of his button as soon as he found it again.

“How do you like it touched?” Sephiroth asked after sensing a hesitance from Cloud.

“I don’t know. It’s.. weird.”

“But it feels good?..” Sephiroth asked cautiously.

Cloud nodded up at him against the mattress, “Yeah, but almost like.. too good.”

Sephiroth tilted his head a bit, “Too good?”

Cloud nodded again, and Sephiroth was slightly mesmerized by the way his long throat flexed as he swallowed before saying, “It’s like.. too much with fingers. It feels too sharp. I like it better when it isn’t so.. concentrated, I guess. When it’s…” Cloud opened his eyes, “..your..”

He actually ran into great difficulty in naming that part of Sephiroth’s anatomy, and instead continued, “..You. I feels really good when its you.”

Sephiroth’s brain lit on fire with that information. He took into account almost gratefully that Cloud’s prostate must have been extremely sensitive. Sephiroth’s, he had come to find after a little self exploration, was not. He watched in fascination as Cloud slid in another long finger, and in realizing that rubbing that spot was unavoidable with two, pulled it back out.

Cloud jumped when he felt something nudging in to join his finger. He looked down between his legs to see Sephiroth’s palm cupped over his, but his bright green eyes fixed on his own.

Sephiroth rubbed his finger alongside Cloud’s, pushing in to gently massage him with an edge of mercilessness that sent shock after nearly painful shock through Cloud’s body.

“Seph!” Cloud half grunted, half giggled, “Get out of there!”

“You aren’t doin’ it right, though..” Sephiroth smiled, driving in another digit and forcing Cloud to dig his head into pillows and cry out in shocked agony.

“Okay okay okay okay!” Cloud declared after another dreadfully pleasurable twist of Sephiroth’s fingers, pulling out of himself and pushing Sephiroth’s hand away as well.

Sephiroth tsked, leaning down over him to kiss his face apologetically. Cloud nipped his bottom lip in playful warning, and Sephiroth treated him to a brief little mock-whimper.

Cloud turned his head away from the kiss to search for the candy colored dildo, smiling in near embarrassment as he spread a thin coating of lubricant on it.

Sephiroth watched in silence as the artificial cock breached his boyfriend.

Cloud pushed it in and out in a hesitant, slow rhythm, finding a shocking difference between it and Sephiroth. It was cold. When Sephiroth fucked him, his body was so physically hot that he had gotten the sensation of melting, especially in the shower where hot water also abounded. But this thing was quite unimpressive in that regard, as he couldn’t actually enjoy it and get past the feeling that it was just a thing.

Once that had been established in his mind, Cloud decided that there was only one thing the piece of crap could do that Sephiroth couldn’t.. so he gave it a very small twist, and from within, a gentle purring motor could be heard.

His eyes shot open into two round, blue circles.

Sephiroth’s eyebrows raised, “You okay?”

Cloud’s voice cracked a little, “Ye-eah.”

“Need help?”

Cloud was frozen in shock, “..Maybe.”

Sephiroth gave it a gentle tug and slid it out, sighing as he twisted it off. Then, to Cloud’s surprise, he pushed it right back in, burrowing it inside of Cloud until he forced out a little shuddering moan. Then, Sephiroth twisted it right back on.

“Seph!” Cloud cried, his hands clutching at Sephiroth’s thighs.

Sephiroth took one of them and put it at the base of the dildo, “Go ahead.”

Cloud was terrified to move it. He had meant to just give it a go, stick it in, pull it out, then that would be that. But this felt good. This was full on masturbating in front of Sephiroth is what this was.

But he felt that if he didn’t move it, he would surely die, so he worked it casually, swallowing his moans and staring at the ceiling with tiny, hesitant movements.

“Feelin’ shy or somethin’?” Sephiroth bluntly asked.

“Kind of.” Cloud whispered, working his jaw to keep a moan from slipping past his lips.

“I thought the whole point of this was to not be.”

“I’m an idiot.”

Instead of laughing or retorting with his usual sarcasm, Sephiroth softly asked, “Will this help?”

Cloud opened his eyes curiously, and watched as Sephiroth sat back with his eyes settled between Cloud’s legs. In an utterly shameless fashion, he began to slowly work his erection, pulling the skin tight as his fist moved to the base, then back up again. He somehow made an erotic show of finding the lube with one hand, smearing a little across his blushed head, and working it down over himself in slow, heavy movements.

Sephiroth : Jerking off.

Cloud : Hypnotized.

He watched the display Sephiroth gave him, not at all thinking about how it might look with him working the gently vibrating toy inside himself. When his mind began to picture Sephiroth’s cock inside him, wishing for it, he closed his eyes and bravely pulled the substitute out of himself. When he twisted it off, Sephiroth was already scooping him off the bed and pulling up upright, lying back with a graceful settling of limbs.

Now with a little bit of experience finding his opening, Cloud didn’t struggle or hesitate in taking Sephiroth’s cock and positioning himself over it.

Sephiroth opened his mouth to say something, but Cloud began to sink down on top of it, and whatever words he had turned into a low moan.

The vibrations had greatly sensitized Cloud, and when Sephiroth’s cock nudged into him, filling him, he made soft, strained sounds of wonder and disbelief. The first and second time of having Sephiroth had been laced with a terrible stinging ache. But now, it was just good. The pain, the stretching, the all-consuming quake of pleasure deep inside. To Cloud, it was perfect.

Sephiroth fought with men, trained with men, lived in shit with men, and had thus seen more naked men than a porn director. But in all the thousands of them in his army, he had never seen one who could move like Cloud. At least not in public. It wasn’t a physical anomaly, as Sephiroth had wondered upon first seeing Cloud walk.

Cloud just really liked to move his ass.

Sephiroth had been hoping and praying that those hips wouldn’t somehow become stiff and hesitant in this position, and he was not disappointed. Cloud didn’t even seem to be overtly trying to look sexy yet, his eyes were closed and he was settling into a rhythm, working himself down the length of Sephiroth’s cock. But even the experimental, pre-fucking movements of his body had Sephiroth panting, practically crawling out of his skin to handle Cloud hard, to throw those legs over his shoulders and fuck him until he went blind.

But he knew whatever Cloud and those hips had in store would be worth the turmoil of watching and waiting.

Sure enough, when Cloud had finished easing down and his eyes fluttered open, he rested his palms on Sephiroth’s chest, and began to work himself up and down in slow, circular movements.

Sephiroth might have sworn, or taken several names in vain, he didn’t fucking know. He just gripped Cloud’s thighs, unable to stop himself from bucking up into them, changing Cloud’s slow, ambling roll into a faster bounce. He took a hand from Sephiroth’s chest and brushed it against his open lips.

Sephiroth turned his head and parted his lips, catching a couple of Clouds fingers in his mouth.

He rolled his tongue around them, sucking softly, and nibbling gently with those fatally sharp teeth. Cloud moved his fingers in Sephiroth’s mouth, pressing the tips to the razor sharpness curiously.

Cloud expected it when Sephiroth snipped at him, but cried out anyways. Partly from the minor pain, but mostly just caught up in the excitement of it all.

Sephiroth’s jaw fell loose into a soft gasp in response, and his heavy cock began pushing up into him with a steady, rhythmic force. Cloud closed his eyes, riding the bucking hips beneath him as he clutched Sephiroth’s shoulders for balance, and for some sense of security.

He then moved them to Sephiroth's wrists, silently asking him to sit up. He needed no coaxing, and wrapped his arms around Cloud’s waist, rocking their hips together and pulling the back of Cloud’s head into the greedy kiss.

They quickly found their beat in the new position, their lips unable to pull away from each other’s in the wonderfully close proximity. Pounded into a fever of shivering, boiling movement, Cloud clung to Sephiroth until he was satisfied that they were connected as deeply as physically possible, every sense and inch of their bodies involved with each other.

When he could see the tidal wave of culmination approaching, Cloud ripped his mouth away with a feral snarl, and latched onto Sephiroth’s neck, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth and marking out an area for branding.

He had never left a mark on Sephiroth before, but his teeth ground together with the desire to sink into his skin. He then had a vision of Sephiroth going into work the next day, everyone seeing his teeth marks and knowing that the General had fucked him, and that he had loved every moment of it. Cloud wanted them to picture in vain the sort of lover Sephiroth was, to wonder and to never, ever know.

It wasn’t just public proof of their partnership, Cloud also remembered the way he felt looking in the mirror and finding Sephiroth’s teeth marks on his skin. The thought that Sephiroth might feel cherished and loved the next morning, slightly sore and covered in tiny red nips..

Sephiroth responded to the sudden pain and possessiveness from his little one with a tirade of strained curse words, pulling and pushing Cloud’s nearly exhausted body with clawed, digging fingers.

“Please..” Cloud moaned, collapsing a little against Sephiroth.

Cloud then found himself flipped onto his back, and eagerly accepted the pummeling force of a nearly uncontrolled man. It was wild and wonderful, and left Cloud gasping for air, but he rolled up at Sephiroth with a far greater desperation than to breathe. Sharp teeth bared at him from within Sephiroth’s clenched jaw, filling Cloud with the morbid excitement of standing on the tracks of an oncoming train.

A jet of burning hot fluid filled Cloud and a sudden stillness from Sephiroth gave him the much needed chance to breathe. He inhaled only a necessary amount of oxygen before clutching himself with a quivering hand and yanking his shattering release out against Sephiroth, hosing down that gorgeously perfect body with only the purest of intentions.

And Sephiroth seemed to want nothing more as he pulled out of Cloud, taking his satisfied, but still leaking cock and thrusting softly against Cloud’s, coaxing every drop out of them both.

“I.. mm.” Sephiroth mumbled against Cloud’s lips.

“Nmm.” Cloud agreed, getting the jist of it.

And although it was only two in the afternoon, they immediately fell into an exhausted sleep tangled in each other, not caring that when they were going to wake up in about four hours, they were going to have to peel apart with the pain of a thousand band aids.

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A/N

1-     Okay, so maybe it wasn’t updated THAT quickly... this chapter gave me a lot of trouble. It had to simmer over a low heat, can’t just boil that shit and call it done. THAT’S NOT HOW MAMA COOKS.

2-     I didn’t realize until I was done that a full on HALF of this chapter is the sex scene. Long winded per-fucking-haps?

3-     Sorry for causing so much anguish, reviewers. It got desperate there at the end, but we have an update! Thanks for the reviews, they bring joy to my loins. And you have my solemn vow that Blonde Ambition isn’t going anywhere just because it might take me a little bit between updates. I’m sorry if that dissapoints, that I can’t update weekly or even more often, if I could I would. If you wanna band together and formally employ me to draw smut and write lemons all day, I would be your art slave for LYFE! You could even lock me up and feed me bread and water if you wanted to, it would be my ideal living situation. But until that day comes, I have to hook on the street corners to pay tha billz. You know how it is.
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