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

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Let Him In

Chapter warning(s): Offensive/Bad Language, Mentions of Bullying, Humor, Dark themes, Implications/references to Rape, Blood, Character Death(s), Angst, M/M Yaoi

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“Don't cry, my love, don't cry no more

A crashing sky, a rolling screen

A city drowning God’s black tears

I cannot bear to see

She lay under the midnight moon

Her restless body stirring

Until the magic morning hour

Like poison, it succumbs her.”

-“Heron Blue” By: Sun Kil Moon

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CH17: Atrocity

“Does that thing have to come with us?” Asked Sephiroth as he fixed Cait Sith with a level glare of his own.
Cloud wanted to laugh, but wisely chose not to. “I’m afraid so.”
The robot cat stuck his tongue out at Sephiroth in a rude gesture as he exclaimed excitedly, “Yeah! You’re stuck with me, pal! So deal with it!”
Eyebrow twitching, the ex-General opted to ignore the cat thing as he watched Cloud mount Fenrir. He then climbed onto the bike behind Cloud and wrapped his arms securely around the blond’s mid section. He knew from past experience that his lover liked to drive really fast. Sometimes it had him thinking that Cloud drove crazy fast just to have an excuse to have the ex-General cling to him as if he were his life support.
Sephiroth started when he felt something land on his shoulder. Quickly turning his gaze to his shoulder, he saw Cait Sith perched rather comfortably on his shoulder. Narrowing his Mako eyes, he growled, “Get off.”
“Oh, not with Cloud around, pretty boy,” cheekily replied the cat with a salacious wink of his own. He swiftly flipped in the air before a glove-clad hand could swat him off. Landing nimbly on Sephiroth’s other shoulder; he tugged gently on the man’s silver locks. “Ha ha, you missed me!”
The ex-General didn’t quite grasp the concept of the sexual innuendo that the cat had used. In fact, he didn’t understand what Cloud had to do with Cat Sith removing himself from Sephiroth’s person. It made no sense to him, really. “Come again?”
“Whoa, you’re a demanding fella, aren’t ya?” Said the robot cat in mock awe as he grinned rather mischievously. He obviously was trying to see exactly how much he could get away with the ex-madman.
“The only thing I demand from you is that you get off,” reiterated the clueless ex-General.
“You want me to do what to you?” Skeptically inquired the cat with an innocent look plastered on his face.
Sephiroth shot the tiresome cat a fierce, threatening glare. “Cloud, your little annoying friend is about to die…”
The blond ex-Mercenary could barely contain his suppressed laughter. Shaking his head, he looked over his shoulder at the odd couple. “He’s just testing you, Seph. I know he’s a little overbearing, but he means well.”
Both of Sephiroth’s fine eyebrows rose up high at that. “A little? Surely, you jest…”
Cloud finally let loose a laugh. “Okay, Cait Sith is really, really irritating and sometimes you just want to grab him and strangle him. Even I couldn’t stand him at first. Just think of him as mold…he grows on you after awhile.”
Cait Sith huffed indignantly. “HEY! I’m not irritating! I’m—“
WHACK!
The robotic cat didn’t feel the full impact of the blow until he had flown off of the ex-General and had fallen on his head.
Biting back his laughter, the blond warrior dismounted from the bike to scoop up the robotic cat. He placed him on his shoulder and then climbed back on Fenrir. “I think that’ll teach you--don’t mess with Sephiroth.”

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Cloud waited for the silver-haired man to dismount Fenrir before he hopped off. Glancing at the ex-General, he drank in his image greedily. It always amazed him that no matter how fast they went, Sephiroth’s nearly flawless hair never had more than a few tangles here and there. His long hair should be an unrecognizable mess because of the wind, yet it somehow maintained its nearly perfect appearance.
The ex-General caught him staring, but said nothing. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to catch the slighter man gawking at him. In truth, he couldn’t exactly say anything about it since he was prone to staring at the stunning blond.
“Are we gonna get a move on it today or are you pretty boys going to stand here all day batting eyelashes at each other?” Piped Cait Sith in slight irritation. He had only spent about a day or so with these two grown men and already he could tell that they were worse than lovesick teenagers.
Cloud blinked and glanced over to his shoulder where the impatient cat was perched. Raising a blond eyebrow, he drawled, “You don’t have to stay with us. You can go wherever you like, you know.”
“You could go away forever, cat,” suggested Sephiroth without a hint of humor.
“It’s Cait Sith, not ‘cat’,” snorted the robot as he poked his tongue out at the presumably ex-madman.
“All right, all right, let’s go, ladies,” sighed Cloud as he started striding off in a specific direction.
As if suddenly realizing something, Sephiroth scanned the area for anything abnormal. All he saw were people walking around, working, and partaking in their daily lives. There was no fire, no monsters, and no death in Schönnbach.
“Are you coming, Seph?” Called the blond man.
Brought out of his daze by his lover’s voice, he glanced over at Cloud and shook his head. “You go attend to your business. I think I will go find Hana.”
“All right, I won’t be long. I’ll meet you in the park when I’m done,” consented Cloud with a slight smile as he began to walk once more.
The ex-General sighed in relief. As much as he loved Cloud, he needed some time apart from that wonderful man. He also knew Cloud needed the same since being together 24/7 could drive anyone insane. That and there was also Hana. Sephiroth was concerned about the girl and wanted to check up on her since he hadn’t seen her in awhile. So far he only cared for a few people and out of those people, Hana was one of them. The girl was pretty much one of his only friends.

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Walking with long, purposeful strides, Sephiroth was alert as he searched for the familiar form of the red-haired girl. Normally, Hana was the first one to meet them because she tended to hear the loud roar of Fenrir. It was a distinct sound and it always told her Cloud and Sephiroth were coming.
But no Hana now. Where could she be?
Concern etching itself more deeply into his being, the ex-General walked faster as he searched all the usual Hana hang out spots. Not finding her in any of the usual places, he began his search in areas she didn’t frequent. If he had to break down every single door to find her, he would.
Twenty minutes later, he had wandered into the poverty stricken side of town. Most people were either inside their rundown shack houses or elsewhere. No one was outside for some reason.
As Sephiroth neared a particular alleyway, he heard the distinctive sound of children shouting and cheering. Curious as to what was occurring in this eerily quiet side of town, he stopped near the corner and peered around to sneak a peek in the alley.
There was a group of kids, mostly boys and a few girls. Most of them appeared to be older kids in their teens and preteens. They were huddled around something in a circle as they cheered something on. The repeated heated choir of “Get her, get her, get her!” reached the ex-General’s ears.
Entering the alley, Sephiroth quietly approached until he could see what they were going on about. In the center of the circle was a familiar looking red-haired girl and three teenage boys. Hana.
The boys were hitting and shoving her around in spite of her verbal protests for them to stop. She was much smaller and weaker than them and in spite of her size, Hana did attempt to put up a good fight. Instead of crying or dropping into a little ball on the ground, the red-haired tomboy did her best to fend off her attackers. But those relentless boys were too strong for her and since she didn’t know how to properly defend herself, she was in trouble.
The cold dread Sephiroth felt quickly accelerated into red hot anger. Wordlessly, he strode forward and flung the jeering children out of his way as if they were nothing but trash. Alerted to the presence of such an intimidating adult, most of the kids cried out and scampered away.
Once inside the now broken circle, Sephiroth grabbed the closest teenage boy by the collar of his shirt. With his left hand, he then effortlessly picked the boy up until the kid’s face was level with his. Jade eyes dangerously narrowed, the ex-General glared at the kid in what he imagined was his most daunting glare. In a low, ominous voice that mirrored his face, he growled, “How dare you. Stupid little boys shouldn’t pick on girls. How about you pick on someone closer to your size…like me.”
The other two boys stopped hitting Hana, but otherwise did not run away like the other kids. They stood their ground with balled fists as they flared hatefully at the intruder. One of them even had the nerve to shout, “Hey, fag, why don’t ya back off! This has nothing to do with you!”
“Yeah, this is between us and the little orphan slut. She wouldn’t suck our dicks so naturally we had to show the ungrateful bitch her rightful place. Maybe that’ll teach her to open her mouth for something other than talking,” sneered the other boy.
Hana looked horrified and humiliated on the spot as blood dribbled down from her nose.
The ex-General continued to glower at the depraved, twisted little children. He knew that he painted a very frightening picture for them and that they were caking on the bravado in an effort to make him back off. “Speaking of places…I think it’s time I put each one of you in your places.”
One of the delinquents pointed a shaky finger and said, “Oh yeah? Go ahead and try! We’re not scared of you, mister!”
“I suppose that’s why you all have wetted yourselves. I was under the impression that only scared little cowards urinated in their own pants. My mistake,” mocked Sephiroth as he tossed the boy at the other two adolescents. He nearly snickered when he saw the lousy boy collide with the other two crooked boys.
“Seph!” As if slapped out of a trance, the red-haired girl ran over to the ex-General and stood straight beside him even though she was hurting. She wasn’t hurt seriously, but it was obvious that she had a sprained ankle, several bruises, and a broken nose. Hana would probably require stitches in some places.
“Oh, look, the little tramp knows him. How much ya wanna bet he’s fuckin’ her, too,” commented one of the teenagers.
“That’s probably true. Whore gives it up for anyone who shows her attention. Just like her mother,” laughed another boy.
“SHUT UP ABOUT MY MOTHER!” Bellowed Hana as she clenched her hands into tight fists. In spite of the pain of her injuries, she was ready to take them all on again.
The third boy, the one who had been formally suspended in the air by Sephiroth, finally spoke up. “I say we teach them both a lesson. There’s three of us and two of them. We should be able to beat both of those faggots.”
“How about three against three? That sounds fairer,” announced Cloud as he strode over to stand beside his lover. Narrowing his bright blue eyes, he smiled and there was nothing friendly about it.
“Oh, fuck this!” Cried one of the boys right before he scurried off like a frightened little rabbit. His other two cohorts were close on his heels as their fear made them flee like cowards.
“Gaia, Hana, you’re all beat up,” said Cloud as he walked over to get a closer look at her. Taking a napkin from his pocket, he leant down on one knee to dab at the blood on her face. “What happened?”
Sephiroth said nothing as he watched Cloud check the girl’s injuries. It all suddenly made sense to him now. Every time he had seen Hana, she had always been covered head to toe in band aids and sometimes bruises. The girl had been a victim of bullying and it was also clear that this had not been a onetime thing. For whatever reason, the girl was always ruthlessly picked on by the older kids. As much sense as it made to him, there was still something that stumped Sephiroth about it all. Something the boys had kept repeating…
“They wanted me to do something I didn’t want to do. I refused, so they started shoving me around and hitting me,” answered Hana as if this were something perfectly normal.
“I see.” The blond rubbed a healing salve on most of the cuts and scrapes and then eventually on the girl’s injured ankle and asked, “How does that feel? Does it feel better?”
Hana nodded. “Much better. Thanks, Cloud.”
“I’m going to have to set your nose. It will hurt,” warned the blond as he carefully wiped blood away from the area surrounding her nose.
“I know. My nose has been broken many times already,” admitted the redhead. Most kids would have been whining and crying by now, yet the tomboy was not most kids.
There was the sickening sound of cartilage as Cloud set Hana’s nose back in place. Although the motion had been quick, it had been very painful. Still, the girl only winced and waited patiently as the blond applied a bandage to her nose so that it would heal properly. “There, all better. You’re such a trooper, Hana. Walk a little bit so I can see if your ankle is better.”
The redhead nodded and gingerly walked to test out her sprained ankle. Whatever that salve was, it had done wonders for her. She barely felt any pain or discomfort at all. The swelling of her ankle had already drastically gone down enough that walking was now an option. “Wow, that stuff is amazing, Cloud!”
Cloud nodded and instructed, “I’m glad it’s helped you, but I think you should go home and rest now. Try to stay off your feet, okay?”
Before Hana could object, Sephiroth had scooped her up into his arms. “Where do you live? We’ll take you home.”
“I can walk, you know,” grumbled Hana as she crossed her arms. Her face flushed crimson as she was clearly embarrassed to be fussed over by two beautiful men. It wasn’t something she was used to.
“I know,” said Sephiroth as he strode out of the alleyway with Cloud following beside him. There were several questions burning in his mind, but he felt that he should not voice them just yet. The silver-haired man would wait until after the poor girl had recuperated from her ordeal. Just because she put up a tough façade didn’t mean she was ready to talk about all the abuse she had to suffer through.
Laying part of her face against the ex-General’s face, she sighed, “I missed you guys.”
Watching the two men and the girl depart, a familiar robotic cat sat perched on a lamppost. He had been following Sephiroth the entire time and had witnessed everything. Cait Sith cocked his head to the side and murmured, “How curious…”

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Sephiroth blinked open his eyes as his blurred vision eventually came into focus. He saw a dark sky littered with myriads of tiny, twinkling lights. He could also see dark smoke billowing ominously up into the sky. There was also the strong odor of smoke and…something else burning. Whatever it was, it suspiciously smelled like charred meat.
Using his arms to push himself up into an upright position, the ex-General suddenly realized that he was sitting alone in some kind of grassy plain. It didn’t look familiar to him at all as he glanced around in confusion. Where in Gaia was he? But more importantly, where was Cloud?
Something bright and intense caught his attention. Something burning that looked like a town loomed off in the distance.
Feeling sudden alarm, he jumped up to his feet and sprinted in the direction of the town. It looked suspiciously like Schönnbach. That thought alone made something unpleasant clench in his chest. As bad as it sounded, in his mind, he prayed that this was a different town.
The distressed ex-General didn’t stop running until he had finally reached the burning town. Every single building and structure was alit with tall, furious flames that indiscriminately consumed everything in its path.
Sephiroth began to walk around slowly, wary of the fire that heated his body and the smoke that threatened to choke him.
The silver-haired man stepped on something solid that made a sickening sound. He abruptly stopped and slowly looked down at what his boot had nearly crushed. Stepping back quickly in alarm, he felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of the slightly burnt corpse of a man.
“What’s the matter, Big Brother? Don’t like what you see?” Purred a slightly familiar voice that seeped with dark seduction.
Another familiar voice chimed in. “Aw, I don’t think he likes our handiwork.”
Sephiroth swiftly turned around and spotted three disturbingly familiar figures clad in aberrant black leather. It was his…clones. Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo. They were all smirking deviously at him as if they were all in on some cruel, private joke.
“What did you do?” Accused Sephiroth even though he already suspected what they had done here. He wasn’t exactly pleased to see them at all. The ex-General would have instantly preferred to be locked in a tiny room with Cait Sith and Yuffie over these sadistic clones.
“We only did what Mother wanted,” began Kadaj as he slowly slinked towards Sephiroth, his gait that of a stalking predator advancing on his prey. With a flourish of his hand, he added, “And right now, Mother wants you. It’s time to come home, Big Brother...”
The ex-General narrowed his eyes dangerously and even though he felt the urge to back away, he stood his ground instead. The closer his clone got, the stronger the distinct smell of blood became. He almost didn’t smell the metallic scent due to the thick smoke and stench of burning flesh. Upon closer inspection, all three of the clones’ leathers glistened with something…shiny. The bloody splatters on their faces indicated that they were covered with blood.
Kadaj eagerly gestured with both hands for his brothers to join him.
Yazoo and Loz instantly sprung into action by circling around Sephiroth like hungry vultures hungry for flesh.
“Where is the blond Turk girl,” demanded Sephiroth in spite of the sinking feeling that he felt in the pit of his stomach. He has a rising suspicion that he already knew of her fate.
A lewd smirk twisted on Loz’s satisfied, yet excited face. He gestured around him as he answered, “In pieces…somewhere. You are welcome to look, Brother.”
A callous expression deepened on Kadaj’s smirking face. He laughed crudely, “You should have seen what Lox did to that little bitch. She deserved it for keeping Mother away from us.”
“What…what did he do,” Sephiroth found himself asking even though he truly didn’t want to the know the answer.
“I made her a real woman, you know. Do you believe that she was a virgin?” Answered Loz as if they were speaking about something normal. He tapped his chin as he reminisced about what he had done to that Turk girl. As if suddenly remembering something, he then exclaimed, “She kept screaming for Tseng. I guess that was the man she was saving herself for. I bet she loved him. Aw…”
The ex-General felt like immediately retching on the spot. He may not remember everything yet, but he still knew what rape was. Too numb to move, Sephiroth felt frozen on the spot. Why couldn’t he move?

The tallest of the clones, the one that reached Sephiroth’s height of 6’1”, reached out to touch the ex-General’s lengthy silver hair. “Our Big Brother is beautiful…don’t you think, Brothers?”
“Don’t touch me,” spat Sephiroth with as much venom as he could possibly muster.
Loz nodded with a grin that seemed to mirror the ill intentions of the three. He seemed resolute to stand back and watch.
“Yes….” Agreed Kadaj in what sounded like a hiss. He neared close enough to reach up and trail his blood-stained gloved fingers across Sephiroth’s pale, stricken face. Even he felt an intense attraction to this gorgeous man in spite of his simmering jealousy. “I can see why Mother loves him so.”
Without warning, Yazoo grabbed a fistful of Sephiroth’s hair with enough force that yanked his head back and exposed his creamy throat. “We should welcome him, Kadaj. Do not be jealous, for Mother loves all of her children. We are all in her image, Brother.”
Kadaj said nothing as he leaned up, his body taut and nearly shaking with palpable anticipation. His tongue poked out to dance almost sensually against the skin of Sephiroth’s long, strong neck. His eyes rolled at the pleasure of tasting Sephiroth. Sighing, he wove his fingers into the taller man’s hair and harshly jerked his head down so that their faces were mere inches apart. “Yes…let’s welcome him. He tastes good.”
Sephiroth felt utterly repulsed by the feeling of his clone’s tongue violating his face. A shudder from sheer disgust rippled through his body at the feel of that tongue and those explorative, vile hands. Those hands had a mind of their own as they seemed to claw and grope through his clothes. The ex-General desperately wanted to move, to speak, yet he could do nothing as he felt rough hands grope him unkindly.
“I think he’s scared, Kadaj,” laughed Yazoo as he pressed his body up against Sephiroth from behind. One of his hands anchored itself to the ex-General’s hip as he slowly ground his hips against Sephiroth’s backside.
Another pair of hands joined the mix, less for pleasure and more for a specific purpose. Callous hands ripped and tore away at Sephiroth’s shirt causing buttons to pop off in random directions. As soon as bare flesh was exposed, Kadaj eagerly dragged his nails against Sephiroth’s chest. He admired the trail of red welts that followed after his hands. The slighter clone then sickingly crooned, “Don’t be afraid, Big Brother. We just need to be one with you.”
“We will not hurt you, Big Brother. You belong with us, to us. This is our Reunion and we will all be together,” purred Yazoo as both of his hands navigated around Sephiroth’s body to grab at the front of his pants. He unceremoniously tore the front of Sephiroth’s pants open and then proceeded to impatiently yank them down.
Kadaj lowered himself to his knees in front of the ex-General. Sliding his hands up Sephiroth’s bare thighs, he then smiled up at the older man in such a way that made Sephiroth’s blood freeze in his veins. “Come to us, Sephiroth. We’re waiting for you.”

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Sephiroth’s eyes sprang open and he jerked upwards from where he had been lying. Glancing frantically around, the ex-General recognized the familiar room which led him to realize that he was in his lover’s room and bed. Sephiroth nearly panicked when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he actually sighed in relief when he saw a half-asleep Cloud rising up into an upright position. Even still, he couldn’t stop his body from trembling from the fresh memory of the nightmare. It had been real; it had seemed so distinctly real. It had not felt like a dream at all. Sephiroth had been there.
“What’s wrong, Seph? Did you have another nightmare?” Asked a suddenly wide awake and very concerned Cloud as he tentatively touched his lover’s face. “You’re hot…and shaking. Do you feel sick?”
The ex-General blinked and said nothing. He wasn’t exactly sure how to respond. Sick was not something he had ever known and even if he was sick now, he wouldn’t know it.
“Stay here, I’ll be back,” murmured Cloud as he rose from the bed and left the bedroom. Within a few minutes, he was back with a small bottle that was smaller than his hand. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he unscrewed the cap and handed the bottle to the other man. “Here, drink this.”
“What is it?” Questioned Sephiroth as he held it gingerly in his hand as if he might accidentally break the fragile looking thing. Whatever it was, it was filled with something light blue and luminescent.
“It’s a potion I used to take when my nightmares were really bad. It should help bring down your fever and relieve you of the other symptoms somewhat, I think,” explained the ever so patient spiky-haired man.
Trusting Cloud, he drank the couple of mouthfuls that it contained. Although there wasn’t much of it to drink, the effect it had on him was instantaneous. A rather intense and cool sensation swept through his body almost like a cool breeze caressing against overheated skin. All the pains seemed to melt away into nothingness until the dull ache transformed into tranquil relief.
Sephiroth wasn’t even aware that he had lain down again until he felt a kiss on his forehead. Looking up, he realized that Cloud was sitting up against the headboard of the bed with him lying in his arms. Even though the blond had a hard body, it still felt comfortable to lay against for the ex-General.
“I’m proud of you, Seph. You’ve come a long way in such a short time,” murmured Cloud as he swept his fingers through the larger man’s long silky hair.
The ex-General scoffed, “I haven’t done anything.”
“I disagree. You haven’t saved the world, yet, but you’ve changed the world for a few of us already.”
“I did a few nice things…so what. I know I have done horrid things in the past,” rebutted Sephiroth while he screwed his eyes shut. In the darkness of his mind, he could see several images of atrocities he could barely make out at all. He didn’t remember them, but he still felt that they were there.
Sighing, Cloud pulled him tighter against him as if he might be ripped away from him. He rested his chin on top of the ex-General’s head as he affirmed, “You are a good man, Seph. You were a good man in your past life and you are a good man now. What happened in the past was tragic, but it was out of your hands. We can’t change that now because it is the past and always will be. All that we can do now is live in the present and fight for the future.”
We. Sephiroth liked the sound of that. Somehow knowing that Cloud was with him, and would be with him until the very end, filled him with a sort of resolute peace that even the worst of his nightmares couldn’t shatter.
“Do you want me to tell you about it?” Slowly asked Sephiroth even though he really didn’t want to talk about it, let alone think on it.
“Not right now. I want you to rest, Seph.”
“I don’t want to go back to sleep, Cloud,” sighed Sephiroth as he continued to enjoy the warm embrace of his lover. In his private thoughts, he left the thought unvoiced: ‘I don’t want to see them again.’
“Then don’t. Just lay here with me.”
“Cloud…”
“I’m sure he’s fine, Seph.”
As if on cue, the sound of a very creepy ringtone interrupted the silence of the room. It was Cloud’s phone which had been left on his bedside table. The ringtone sounded like spooky music that belonged in a movie about vampires or ghouls. It was the ringtone the blond had chosen especially for the ex-Turk. Every time he heard it, he knew straight away that it was the gunman calling him.
Snatching the phone, Cloud flipped it open and answered it. “Hello?”
The ex-Turk’s monotonous, yet deep voice intoned, “Cloud, it’s Vincent. I have some very bad news.”

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A/N: Action to come in the next chapter and possibly some Lemony goodness. Feedback is always greatly appreciated and motivates me. ;)
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