Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,187
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
Broken
Title: Run in Packs~Broken
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: The pack
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood, gore
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Broken. He was broken. Appallingly and possibly irrevocably broken.
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to here for a list of them in order :
http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Genesis breathed carefully. Blood seeped down his throat anyway, and he coughed painfully. Mako had healed the worst of the wounds, those the body had instinctually deemed life threatening. The small but highly dangerous tears in his carotids being a part of those. The large amount of blood lost trickled into the gaps torn into his trachea, causing him to choke over and over until those, too, had been healed. He coughed up most of what managed to leak into his lungs, but his breath still gurgled as he opened his eyes to survey his surroundings.
And just his bloody, fucking luck both Sephiroth and Angeal had run. Genesis would have groaned in disbelief, but he didn’t want to aggravate the newly-repaired flesh of his throat. He needed to get under cover before the vultures he saw circling overhead got any bright ideas. As weak as he was, he doubted he could fight off one for long, let alone an entire flock.
Wanting to cry out in pain, but unable to, he started to crawl his broken and battered body toward the shell of a destroyed, overturned transport. His broken hips made it impossible to move his legs in any sort of useful way so they dragged along in the dirt behind him as his relatively undamaged arms pulled him across the ground. He winced as things that normally resided inside the body pushed outward and also ground against the dirt as he moved. The feeling made him gag and he had to stop, collapsing to the ground in a fit of nausea. He coughed blood out of his lungs and stomach for a few moments.
Genesis lifted his head and squinted at his destination, feeling as if the dubious safety of the twisted metal of the ruined vehicle was miles away. Pushing himself up once again, he soldier-crawled forward one agonizing, terrifying handful of dirt at a time.
Once safe, Genesis collapsed into a protective curl, trying to shield his damaged throat and abdomen. He didn’t even want to think of the damage in his lower half. His hormone mad mates had quite literally ‘fucked him into the ground.’ Hips and legs were…pulp for lack of a better word. If he hadn’t been as modified as he was, Genesis would have been dead long before his mates were finished with him.
Whatever Hojo had injected them with turned all three of them, as well as the rest of the wolf-hybridized army into a great, roiling battle of hormones and the need to breed. It may have ended up differently had there been more females to fight over. With only one common goal for hundreds of males, the combat had been utterly brutal and had driven every male, including Genesis’ mates, into an absolute frenzy of blood and mating lust when combined with the massive amounts of hormones pumped into them.
Even with the mako healing the most critical injuries and Cures more-than-likely on their way, Genesis knew he might never be the same. The damage was extensive, both externally and internally. He’d have scars, and he may be unable to walk normally after this. And…inside…
Goddess what was he going to do?
Broken. He was broken. Appallingly and possibly irrevocably broken.
He was torn and mashed to bits. Would he even be able to…function after this? Both sets of…reproductive parts were destroyed. As well as everything else located in his lower abdomen. Gaia, they’d probably shove him into a mako tube back at the lab. He didn’t want to go to the labs. He just wanted to go home to his mates, cuddle between them, soak in their warmth and comforting presence. Tears welled in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks as he allowed himself a few moments of despair. He took a few deep, slightly gurgling breaths to calm himself and then coughed a little as the liquid inside his lungs irritated them anew. Fresh blood flecked his lips and he unconsciously licked it off with a bitten and bruised tongue.
The sound of a vehicle rolling to a stop not far away made Genesis open his eyes. He couldn’t see anything and settled for a scenting. Zack.
Genesis calmed his thoughts and waited. Zack would be here soon to take him home.
He’d deal with the rest later.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: The pack
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood, gore
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Broken. He was broken. Appallingly and possibly irrevocably broken.
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to here for a list of them in order :
http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Genesis breathed carefully. Blood seeped down his throat anyway, and he coughed painfully. Mako had healed the worst of the wounds, those the body had instinctually deemed life threatening. The small but highly dangerous tears in his carotids being a part of those. The large amount of blood lost trickled into the gaps torn into his trachea, causing him to choke over and over until those, too, had been healed. He coughed up most of what managed to leak into his lungs, but his breath still gurgled as he opened his eyes to survey his surroundings.
And just his bloody, fucking luck both Sephiroth and Angeal had run. Genesis would have groaned in disbelief, but he didn’t want to aggravate the newly-repaired flesh of his throat. He needed to get under cover before the vultures he saw circling overhead got any bright ideas. As weak as he was, he doubted he could fight off one for long, let alone an entire flock.
Wanting to cry out in pain, but unable to, he started to crawl his broken and battered body toward the shell of a destroyed, overturned transport. His broken hips made it impossible to move his legs in any sort of useful way so they dragged along in the dirt behind him as his relatively undamaged arms pulled him across the ground. He winced as things that normally resided inside the body pushed outward and also ground against the dirt as he moved. The feeling made him gag and he had to stop, collapsing to the ground in a fit of nausea. He coughed blood out of his lungs and stomach for a few moments.
Genesis lifted his head and squinted at his destination, feeling as if the dubious safety of the twisted metal of the ruined vehicle was miles away. Pushing himself up once again, he soldier-crawled forward one agonizing, terrifying handful of dirt at a time.
Once safe, Genesis collapsed into a protective curl, trying to shield his damaged throat and abdomen. He didn’t even want to think of the damage in his lower half. His hormone mad mates had quite literally ‘fucked him into the ground.’ Hips and legs were…pulp for lack of a better word. If he hadn’t been as modified as he was, Genesis would have been dead long before his mates were finished with him.
Whatever Hojo had injected them with turned all three of them, as well as the rest of the wolf-hybridized army into a great, roiling battle of hormones and the need to breed. It may have ended up differently had there been more females to fight over. With only one common goal for hundreds of males, the combat had been utterly brutal and had driven every male, including Genesis’ mates, into an absolute frenzy of blood and mating lust when combined with the massive amounts of hormones pumped into them.
Even with the mako healing the most critical injuries and Cures more-than-likely on their way, Genesis knew he might never be the same. The damage was extensive, both externally and internally. He’d have scars, and he may be unable to walk normally after this. And…inside…
Goddess what was he going to do?
Broken. He was broken. Appallingly and possibly irrevocably broken.
He was torn and mashed to bits. Would he even be able to…function after this? Both sets of…reproductive parts were destroyed. As well as everything else located in his lower abdomen. Gaia, they’d probably shove him into a mako tube back at the lab. He didn’t want to go to the labs. He just wanted to go home to his mates, cuddle between them, soak in their warmth and comforting presence. Tears welled in his eyes and trailed down his cheeks as he allowed himself a few moments of despair. He took a few deep, slightly gurgling breaths to calm himself and then coughed a little as the liquid inside his lungs irritated them anew. Fresh blood flecked his lips and he unconsciously licked it off with a bitten and bruised tongue.
The sound of a vehicle rolling to a stop not far away made Genesis open his eyes. He couldn’t see anything and settled for a scenting. Zack.
Genesis calmed his thoughts and waited. Zack would be here soon to take him home.
He’d deal with the rest later.