Be my Master

Chapter Two
Wanna see my Sword?

Here’s a chapter with Sephiroth…I bumped it to Chapter Two only because it was bugging me not to. Besides, I’m in a good mood right now…I just finished a kickass Cloud Strife pic and aming ing to find a way to get a scanner so I can add it to mediaminer.org or zelas.net. And the title will make sense later, but believe it or not, the reason it’s titled that way is not all that naughty. The rest of the chapter is, however. Heheh.

And once more, THEY ARE NOT MINE. Only Luther belongs to me, and he’s a little shit anyway. If you wanna kill him in a fic, go ahead.

VVL 69

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Luther Anita watched the dance floor in front of him, the ache of his head only intensified by the strobes and pounding bass from the speakers. Shin-Ra’s precious Lenox Bar was nothing to crow about, in his general opinion.

Well, at least he wasn’t the only one unhappy.

General Sephiroth sat at the table opposite his, watching with undisguised boredom as a round-assed stripper shook said tail in his face close enough to smack it. As a matter of fact, the silver-haired man looked tempted to. Luther rose and took a seat next to him, mostly to remove the throb of the bass from his head. Sephiroth ignored him.

“How uninteresting…” he muttered into his martini, removing the olive with his lips and chewing on it thoughtfully through the toothpick it had been impaled on. “Can they not think of someone else to bother?” He reached forward and indulgently slapped the stripper’s ass hard, grinning at her yelp of pain. “Now maybe she’ll move away from me, so I can order a meal without it smelling like woman.” He spat the last word, clearly disgusted with the gender in toto.

As soon as he had said this, Luther piped up timidly.

“Uh, sir, can I get you something?”

“Yes,” Sephiroth said with a swivel of one slitted eye. “A Caesar salad, veal marsala and a bottle of vodka—or one of these pathetically slow waiters who look as though they’re half asleep. Maybe I’ll let you remain here after,” he said as an afterthought.

Luther nodded eagerly. “Yes, General.” He sped off to the bar, caught by Sephiroth’s peripheral vision. The silver-haired man watched as the boy said something nearly inaudible to a waiter retrieving drinks.

“Um, I think you might want to serve some of the officers over here…they’re getting impatient…” He was put off by the waiter’s obvious dismissal. “But…But it’s important…”

Sephiroth had had quite enough. Turning his head to face the waiter, he bellowed, “NOW, GODDAMNIT!” He had the satisfaction of having the waiter leap five feet in the air from fright, then dash over to the table where he sat.

“Yes sir! I’m so sorry, sir, what can I get you?”

Sephiroth repeated his order, replacing his original desire for a bottle of vodka with a bottle of red wine. “And don’t be too slow with my order or any others tonight, or I might get bored leaving your head where it is.” His hand rested on the hilt of his Masamune for emphasis.

“Yes sir,” the waiter said timidly and skirted off, leaving an admiring Luther in his wake.

“General, that was most excellently commanding,” he said truthfully. “I think I speak for all the officers when I say that.” A look to the sides of the bar revealed pleased and amused faces tinged with fright. “Even they’re afraid of you, my General.”

“Of course they are,” Sephiroth said arrogantly, enjoying the way Luther was clearly kissing his ass. “Now sit before I get angry at you.” He pulled the chair next to him out and gave the boy an introspective look. “Well?”

“Yes, sir.” Luther sat down in the offered chair, leaning back with a sigh. “My goodness, sir…it’s quite uninteresting in here, isn’t it?”

“I agree,” Sephiroth mused. “I wonder why I feel such ennui…?” The two of them sat in comfort, talking about general subjects, until the waiter reappeared.

“Your meal, sir…compliments of the chef, who is truly sorry for tonight’s malcontent…” He set Sephiroth’s order in front of him and nodded to Luther. “And for your companion, also compliments of the chef…?”

“Sushi.”

Luther was unnaturally impressed by Sephiroth’s commanding air. “H…how did you know?”

Sephiroth grinned indulgently around a sip of wine. “I know everything. Now relax.” To the waiter he added, “Bring a cup of wasabi…I believe he’ll want it.”

“Yes sir…Is there anything else you wish?”

“Something to pass the time,” Sephiroth said thoughtfully. “Those weak creatures disgust me…” He tilted his head in the general direction of the strippers.

“Yes, sir…” He bowed and ran over to the bar, muttering something to the effect of ‘This really isn’t my day…’

“I wonder what you had in mind, General?” Luther inquired, seeing the look on his superior’s face. “You think they’ll put women in leather up there?”

“Women are foul creatures.”

“Uh…” Luther was slightly disconcerted. “You mean you don’t like them?”

Sephiroth frowned deeply. “Not at all. I would not touch a woman; much less engage in sexual conduct with one. They are weak, simpering little creatures…” He shuddered at the thought.

“Then, um…do you like men?” Luther wanted to know.

“I have no interest in sexual things. The insertion of one organ into another does not attract me.” Sephiroth set his glass down and poured a generous measure of wine over his salad, watching the boy next to him with a halfhearted glare. “Why, does your body feel attraction to mine?”

“Yes, sir…” he answered quite honestly. General Sephiroth certainly had a talent for making him uncomfortable, even with his unbearable arousal.

“I’m not surprised.” The General took a bite of his salad, looking away from Luther. “Many have confessed such longings to me.”

“And have you ever…?”

Sephiroth fixed a revived glare at the boy, his pupils narrowing. “What I have or have not done is none of your concern. But for your information, yes.”

“Oh.” Luther sincerely desired to know whom, but he said nothing else and watched the waiter return with his meal. “Thank you,” he said both to the waiter and to Sephiroth, who had long since lost interest. “So what are they planning to do, sir?” he inquired of the waiter.

“Well, the General seems displeased with the present entertainment, so the house has agreed to send him a little something…” The waiter grinned slightly. “And he’s certainly not weak…”

“Who is he?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you his name…but even the officers seem to adore him when he’s onstage…I suppose it could be his feminine appearance,” the waiter said quietly. “But don’t ruin the surprise for our General, or it might be hard to get him to come back…” He seemed aghast at the thought of a man of such pivotal status uninterested in the Lenox Bar.

“Okay,” Luther nodded and turned back to the table. “Thanks.”

“Not at all,” the waiter said humbly and walked off to serve another officer, leaving the young Shin-Ra guard a bit thoughtful. Now who could the person be? Did he know him? And more importantly, would Sephiroth smack the poor kid as he had done with the stripper? The girl probably had a bruise the size of Gongaga on that tail end of hers, in the shape of the General’s large hand.

“Hey, here he comes!”

“Look at that outfit…”

“Wow! Come over here, honey!”

Sephiroth whirled around to see a charming young creature in a silken kimono staring at him. “Who are you?” The whisper in his ear made his brows lift into his hair, tiny hands smoothing themselves into the silken mane at his shock.

“Who is it, General?” Luther inquired.

“None of your concern,” Sephiroth hissed, not turning away from the boy. “And you, young man, should leave…” He sucked in a sharp breath as the hands that were stroking his hair trailed down to the exposed vee of his chest. “Stop it.” He punctuated his statement with a grip to the boy’s chin.

“Don’t you…like it…?” the blond inquired shyly.

“I would much rather have you leave me,” – he groaned as small fingers massaged his chest – “than have your hands all over my body.” He glared deeply into the boy’s eyes and snorted. “You do not interest me in the least.”

“I’m so hurt,” the young man whispered. “Can’t I please sit with you?”

“Not if you want to keep your head attached to your shoulders,” Sephiroth growled. “Leave.” He lifted the Masamune to a deadly stance, leveled with the side of the boy’s throat.

Instead of leaving, however, the blond turned his head and laid an adoring kiss on the cold metal blade. His fingers lifted to stroke across the length sensually. “Such a big sword, my General.”

“Sir…He’s not afraid of you.” Luther’s whisper was hardly audible.

“Shut up!” Sephiroth did not take his eyes off the defiant creature in front of him. “You dare much, boy. Have you any idea how many lives this blade has taken?”

“Yes, I do,” was the boy’s smooth response. “It is a scion of weaponry, a measure of true excellence.” Again his lips touched the metal; however, this time they parted to allow his tongue to flicker out across the gleaming surface.

Sephiroth’s heart pounded in his chest. “How audacious you are,” he hissed angrily. A warning glare was aimed directly at the blond, challenging him to do more.

And more he did, sliding his fingers down the length as if caressing Sephiroth’s own flesh. His hands lifted back up as he leaned back just enough to take the tip of the Masamune between his eager lips and close over it.

Suddenly the silver-haired General felt the stirrings of arousal. “Insolent whelp…” He pushed the sword slightly forward, further into the boy’s mouth. “You shall suffer for your defiance.” His phallus lifted in response through his leather trousers.

The blond only purred huskily, sliding his tongue out to caress the underside of the blade.

“That’s enough!” The weapon was withdrawn from his mouth, slipping back into its scabbard with a metallic hiss. Both Luther and the blond stared at Sephiroth, who now fumed with indescribable rage.

“I am leaving,” the General snarled and rose from the chair. His metal-toed boots clicked furiously on the floor as he stormed out, leaving very surprised and dubious officers in his wake.

“He is beautiful,” the boy breathed adoringly.

“Yes, but…” Luther turned back to the boy. “Who are you?”

“Cloud Strife,” was the gentle answer. The blond turned and walked off, passing through the back door with an indulged smile curling his lips.

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Late that night, Sephiroth’s dreams were haunted by blond hair.

‘Such a big sword, my General.’

‘It is a scion of weaponry…A measure of true excellence…’

‘I am known as Cloud Strife, my General…’

…The boy who had teased him, plagued him, and now attracted him immensely. No other creature would do for the silver-haired General’s bed.

He rose with a fit of strength, shivering from both the cold and the sudden heat in his groin.

“I must have him…”

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VVL 69: Thanks to CrystallineTears, who was good enough to post me kudos, you got this chapter of everyone’s favorite arrogant General. But what awaits our three men next? I’m cooking up a big pot of Suspense Stew…XD

I could read your review all day, CT…heheh I’m so happy…~^^~

And the opinions of Sephiroth do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the author. Bai!