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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.

Chapter List
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Chapter warning(s): Language, Dark themes, Angst, Some Torture, Character Death(s), Some Blood/Gore, Some M/M Yaoi
A/N: I just want to warn you guys that Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz aren’t going to be exactly the same as they were in AC. In other words, they’re going to be less childish and more bad ass. I hope you don’t mind. ;)
Oh and for those of you who have reviewed, thanks a bunches. :D

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“And our screaming

Is in his screaming

Our screaming in the willow

They took him to the gallows

He fought them all the way though

And when they asked us how we knew his name

We died just before him.”

- Excerpt from Cocorosie’s “Gallows”

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CH15: Dissolution
“Just tell us where Mother is and this will all go away,” hissed the voice of a desperate adolescent boy.
Another voice chimed in, this one far more deep and masculine. “Yeah, just tell us where Mother is and we can stop hurting you.”
“It’s really simple: All we want is Mother. You give us Mother and then everything will be fine,” spoke a silky, obviously male voice that marked the presence of the third member.
Sprawled on the ground and tied up in chains were two injured people that were obviously captives. One was a dark-eyed man with shoulder length black hair that was currently messy from some sort of struggle. The only thing that stood out besides his bruised and bloodied handsome face was the tilak in the middle of the man’s forehead.
The other captive was a cute brown-eyed girl with short blonde hair. Her face and attitude had a more youthful edge to it. She was young, but she was not harmless.
The dark-haired man said nothing. He merely glared at them as he attempted to ascertain the situation at hand.
The blonde girl angrily spat out, “We already told you that we don’t know where you ‘Mother’ is. You killed him! You…bastards. How could you do such a thing?” Hanging her head then, she squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to ward away the tears that threatened to leak out. It was a moment of weakness that she would no doubt be kicking herself for later, if there was a later for her.
The First who had spoken was shorter and slighter than the other two, but he was obviously the leader. In the way that he walked and talked, his other cohorts followed his lead without question or objection in spite of his unfathomable cruelty. There was something not quite right with him. He didn’t seem to be all there in the head as he paced back and forth muttering loudly about Mother.
The Second speaker was the brawniest. There was great strength in his powerful build and with that being said, it was clear that he had the brute strength of the trio. He wasn’t necessarily the brightest of the bunch, either.
The Third that had spoken was the tallest with a lean, taut build that seemed almost catlike. There was something alluring about him as he regarded the tormented captives with a cool, unforgiving gaze. Out of the three, he was easily the most attractive looking one.
The most unsettling thing about the trio was how much they resembled Sephiroth.
The First backhanded the blond girl so hard that her neck almost snapped from the sheer impact of the blow. “We tried to reason with you, but you just won’t listen.”
The brown-eyed girl cursed after she had spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground. She looked completely livid as she slowly turned her head to glare murderously at her assailant.
“You should have listened,” laughed the Third while he stroked the gun blade that he held in his left hand. He touched it tenderly as if it were his favorite pet.
“Loz, I think the girl needs another demonstration,” informed the First as he began pacing once more. There was a certain bounce to his step that gave away just how excited he was becoming by each passing second.
Cracking his knuckles, the Second known as Loz strode over to male captive and removed him from the chains. Forcibly shoving the dark-haired man onto his stomach, the Second clamped his boot down on the center of the man’s back to keep him down. He then grabbed him roughly by one of the arms.
“No! What are you doing?! Leave him alone!” The blonde girl’s eyes widened in horror and then she began struggling harder against the chains as she screamed for him to stop.
There was a sickening crunch as the man’s arm was twisted quickly until the bone snapped like a branch. The other mostly uninjured arm was next grabbed and a similar action was repeated, but this time, Loz exerted more force into the move to make it twice as painful the second time around. The Second carelessly let both broken arms fall gracelessly to the ground in the way a child would to a broken toy he was done playing with.
The dark-eyed man hadn’t made much noise except for a few sharp intakes of breath. Glancing at his new injuries, he was dismayed to find that the second arm that had been broken had bone protruding through his flesh.
Watching the blonde girl carefully, the First strode over to her and knelt down on one knee beside her. Grabbing her brutally by the chin, he forced her to look at him. “You love him, don’t you? I can tell by the way you look at him. I know that look. It’s the same way we look at Mother. Don’t you see…we just want our Mother back. If you tell us where Mother is then we can go to her and you can go to him.”
The blonde-haired girl spat on his face before she hissed, “I don’t know where your fucking Mother is, you psycho. And even if I did know, I would never tell you.”
“Elena, no,” grunted the dark-haired man. He looked more concerned with what she had said and done than what had been done to him.
“Shut up,” growled Loz as he forced more of his weight onto the captive’s back. He knew that some of the man’s ribs were broken from when they had taken turns beating him. There was no doubt in his mind that the pain was excruciating if his groans and hisses were anything to go by.
Without any hesitation at all, the Third had lunged forward and had maliciously struck the girl’s face with his gun blade. The blow was so hard and vicious that it sent the blonde flying backwards until her back hit the ground with a heavy thud. Blood poured profusely from the gash across her pretty face. The wound was deep enough to require numerous stitches and would most likely leave a scar.
“Leave her alone,” hissed the dark-eyed captive. Forgetting his own pain momentarily, the dark-haired man began to struggle again to break free in spite of his broken arms and ribs, fractured kneecaps, and internal bleeding. He was really in no condition to fight for freedom, let alone move.
“What a grand idea,” said the First as a smirk slowly spread on his youthful face. His feline-like jade eyes widened with unrestrained glee as he strode over to the male captive.
The Third turned away from the female captive known as Elena and followed his companion. He moved much like a felid with graceful and swift liquid steps. “I agree, Kadaj. Let’s bother him.”
“Yes, Yazoo, let’s,” agreed the First known as Kadaj.
Grabbing a fistful of the man’s thick black hair, Loz yanked the man back until he was forced to kneel on his damaged knees. Fingers still tangled in his unruly dark hair, the Second held him up by the hair alone. “You should have listened to us, little man. My brothers are gonna make you pay now.”
Standing beside Kadaj in front of the captive was the Third known as Yazoo. He reached over and with the tip of his gun blade, he scraped up some of the man’s blood from his bruised, bloodied face. Bringing the blade to his mouth, Yazoo’s long, sinful tongue swiped out to taste the red liquid. Slitted eyes closed momentarily in perverted pleasure as he moaned low in his throat at the taste of the man’s essence.
Repulsed by the sordid display before him, the dark-haired man felt the distinct urge to vomit. Not that he had anything left in his stomach to throw up. He had already involuntarily emptied all of the contents of his stomach.
Recovered from her daze, Elena sat up just in time to witness as Kadaj used his Souba, which was a katana with two reinforced parallel blades, to cruelly gut the dark-haired man. Stabbing him through the abdomen, he jerked the double-bladed sword brutally upwards until a ribcage had stopped his assault. Ripping his sword out, he let his arm drop to the side as he watched in awe as blood gushed out of the man. He wasn’t the least bit bothered by the entrails that spilled out of the dark-eyed captive’s gutted body. The organs splattered to the ground in a gruesome and gory display of pink and red.
A scream ripped out of the blonde’s throat as she watched her comrade’s body get sliced open right before her very eyes. All she could think to do was scream out his name over and over again. “TSENG!”
Releasing the captive’s hair, Loz stepped back a few steps and watched as the dying man fell gracelessly to the ground.
Turning his head to look at the blonde, Yazoo taunted, “Still don’t know where Mother is, hm?”
Before he turned around to face the other captive, Kadaj wiped the blood off on the cleanest part of Tseng’s filthy clothes. Deeming it clean enough for now, the shortest of the three slowly strode over to the blonde captive. There was a mad, demented gleam in his eyes now that hadn’t been there earlier. Or at least, it hadn’t been as apparent before.
“Tseng…no, not Tseng,” Elena mumbled as she shook her head in denial. When she heard three pairs of booted footsteps approaching, she whipped her head up to glare spitefully at the three Sephiroth look-a-likes. “How could you? How could you kill him?! You are nothing but monsters.”

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Shooting up straight in bed, the sweat soaked ex-General quickly stumbled out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. Ripping open the door, he staggered towards the toilet in a mad rush. He barely had enough time to yank open the toilet lid before vomit spewed unceremoniously from his mouth. Sephiroth threw up again and again until he was heaving nothing but air.
Gasping for oxygen, the silver-haired man panted in distress as his naked body rocked back and forth. He flinched when he had felt a cool, albeit a familiar hand lay on his shoulder blade. The hand stroked his back comfortingly as the other hand moved to tuck Sephiroth’s lengthy silver hair behind both of his ears.
Slamming the toilet lid down, Sephiroth quickly flushed the toilet. His body didn’t stop rocking until he felt two arms encircle and pull him close to a smaller, yet strong body. He sank gratefully into the welcome warmth of the blond’s naked body. The jade-eyed man’s body still shook with slight tremors as he was tightly held.
After several long minutes, the ex-General had calmed down significantly until he no longer shook. When he felt the arms start to loosen, he immediately protested, “Don’t let go!”
“This will only take a second,” quietly affirmed Cloud as he released Sephiroth to stand up and snatch a few large towels that were thankfully nearby. Laying both of the towels out on the bathroom floor, he pulled Sephiroth back in his embrace and then laid them both down on their sides on the towels. Normally, he would have taken the ex-General back to the bedroom, but something had told him to stay in the bathroom for the time being.
Instantly calming down once he felt Cloud holding him again, Sephiroth lay still as he slowly relaxed. His eyelids drooped some when he felt skilled fingers brushing through his hair. The tips of fingers dragged against his skull, effectively massaging his scalp in the pleasurable way that always made him feel quite tranquil.
Moving some of the man’s long hair out of the way, Cloud kissed him softly on the neck a few times. “Seph, how do you feel now?”
“Better,” croaked the ex-General. His mouth had the unpleasant taste of bile and his throat felt sore from purging his body.
“Good,” said the blond man while he continued to play with Sephiroth’s silky hair. In truth, he was dying to know what was wrong with his lover, but he knew better than to push. He was patient and would wait for the right time. He just hoped that whatever had caused Seph to be ill wasn’t from what they had done several hours prior.
After what felt like hours, Sephiroth finally broke the silence. “Cloud.”
“Yeah,” said Cloud as he continued to stroke the man’s beautiful hair. Quite a number of times he had nearly nodded off, yet somehow he had managed to remain awake. It was a good thing the bathroom floor wasn’t comfortable to lay on; otherwise he may have fallen asleep.
“Thank you,” sighed Sephiroth.
“For what?” Questioned the half-asleep blue-eyed man. He was beginning to get used to lying on the hard ground. In the past, he had slept in worse places. As long as he had Sephiroth near him, he could probably sleep anywhere.
“For being…” Trailed off Sephiroth as he tried to find the right words to explain it. Even though he had improved greatly, he still wasn’t perfect at communicating what he wanted to say to people. Sometimes it proved difficult to say what was floating around in his head.
Knowing exactly what his lover was trying to express, Cloud kissed him on the shoulder. “You don’t need to thank me for that, Seph. I do what I do for you because I love you. You being at my side is more than enough for me. You know that.”
Feeling both humbled and overwhelmed by Cloud’s words, Sephiroth didn’t know what to say. It amazed him how Cloud always knew how to say the right thing. Especially since he wasn’t so great at expressing himself. Sure, he could easily find the words to insult Valentine, but it proved far more difficult for him to delve into himself to find the right words to say to Cloud involving feelings, emotions, and all that jazz.
“Are you sure you’re all right, Seph? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Asked the blond. He bit his lip in the way he sometimes did when anxiously awaiting someone’s response.
Sephiroth immediately shook his head. “No, you were wonderful. You did not hurt me.”
Relived to hear that, Cloud quietly sighed. His relief was short-lived when he realized that if it wasn’t something he did, then it meant something else was bothering the ex-General. “Then what’s wrong?”
“I…I had a bad dream, Cloud,” admitted the silver-haired warrior. He wasn’t so sure that he wanted to talk about it, though.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Cloud asked hesitantly. He wasn’t about to push his lover into reliving a nightmare. The blond knew by now how powerful and crippling bad dreams could be. After all, he had been crushed by nightmares for over a decade now.
Sephiroth didn’t immediately answer. He did want to talk about it, but then he didn’t. The silver-haired man felt immense guilt wash over him as he thought about his nightmare. It had seemed so real, had felt so real. It had felt as if he had been there as it happened. This nightmare was nothing compared to most of his other bad dreams.
Cloud decided to revise his previous question so that the other man felt no pressure from him. “It’s OK if you don’t want to talk about it. I won’t press you about it and I don’t expect you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me. I’m just offering to listen.”
“It was about Them, Cloud. Those…those clones that your friend Reeve spoke of. I saw them in my dream. And…and they were doing terrible things,” revealed Sephiroth in a quiet, almost docile voice that was steeped full of guilt.
The blond was more disturbed by the fact that Sephiroth sounded guilty than by the fact that he was having nightmares of his own clones. “What were they doing?”
“Torturing people; a man and a woman. I don’t know if you know them or not, but I think their names were Tseng and Elena.”
Shit. If Sephiroth’s dream was really a vision, then that meant the Turks were no longer missing. “Yes, those are the names of two of Rufus Shinra’s four Turks. There’s Tseng, Elena, Rude, and Reno. Did you see the other two in the dream as well?”
Sephiroth shook his head. “No, just those two.”
Cloud felt hesitant to ask, but did so anyway. “Did you see what happened to them?”
The ex-General’s voice wavered as he answered, “The clones tortured them for information. They kept asking them where ‘Mother’ was. The Turks wouldn’t answer their questions and that made them upset. The clones got bored and…killed Tseng. I don’t know if they killed the girl, but it felt like they were going to. In the dream, Cloud…I could feel their intent. It was as if I were doing all those things, too. They looked…just like me. Maybe that means…”
The blond ex-Mercenary sat up and brought the other man up with him. He forced him to turn around so that he could look him in the face. Once his bright blue eyes had locked with Sephiroth’s bright green eyes, he began to speak firmly. “Listen to me, Seph, and listen good. You are not them. You didn’t hurt or kill anyone. You were with me the entire night. I don’t know if this actually happened or not, yet, but I want you to know that this isn’t your fault. Do not blame yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Cloud.”
The spiky-haired man sighed. “Good. Let’s get back to bed.”
Nodding slowly, the silver-haired man reluctantly stood up to his full towering height. He let himself be led back into their bedroom.
Bright lights flooded the bedroom followed by the sound of an engine and tires grinding against rocks.
Cloud cursed under his breath and checked the window. He sighed in relief when he realized it was Vincent’s vehicle. The blond then quickly threw on some clothes and waited for the ex-General to finish dressing, which thankfully wasn’t long.
Once they were both outside in the dark, bathed by moonlight, the vehicle’s headlights shut off and a familiar man dressed in red and black stepped out.
Cait Sith had been rudely woken up by their hurried footsteps and had followed them outside. The robotic cat had somehow sensed that something was wrong and chose to remain silent. He was still nervous that Sephiroth was going to kill him.
Striding over to the lovers, Vincent had a grim look set upon his pale face. Well, normally he always looked calm, sad, and monotonous, but now he looked as if he were slightly angry. Something had obviously set him off enough to have him display some of what he was actually feeling.
Normally, Sephiroth would have insulted the gunman by now, but he chose not to. There was a tense and angry feeling in the air that he was beginning to grow accustomed to. The ex-General knew better to mess with the man when he wasn’t in the mood. So instead of greeting Valentine, he merely nodded his head and stood in awkward silence as he waited for the ex-Turk to speak.
“Vincent, what’s going on?” Demanded the blond rather impatiently even though he suspected he already knew what it was.
Glancing at Sephiroth, Vincent turned his crimson gaze back to Cloud and quietly answered, “Cloud, I found Tseng and Elena…but you are not going to like what I have to tell you.”

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