Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,189
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
The Talk
Title: Run in Packs~The Talk
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Implied Angeal/Genesis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sex between minors
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: I love him more than anything. More than my honor, more than my life.
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the Chronological Order Post for a list of them in order:
http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Angeal cleared his throat; both because it was a nervous habit and to catch his mother’s attention. Gillian Hewley turned from the pot of stew on the stove to regard her son.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
Angeal coughed and cleared his throat a couple more times. This was harder than he thought. Gillian watched as her son struggled to talk to her and sighed. It must be something big. Angeal never had problems talking to her.
Turning down the heat on the stew to a light simmer, the woman wiped her hands on the rag hanging from her apron. She took a seat at the small table and gestured for her son to do the same. The boy took his seat rather stiffly and clasped his hands primly on the table top.
“Well?” Gillian prodded.
“I…I-Oh Gaia,” Angeal shook his head and flopped down onto the table in a heap of teenage angst and embarrassment.
“Are you going to tell me, or do we play twenty questions?” Gillian said, leaning back in her own chair.
Angeal mumbled something into his arms.
“What was that, dear?”
Angeal’s head popped up and he spit out all in one, rushed phrase, “I slept with Genesis.”
“I know, honey. He was here when I woke up this morning.”
Angeal blushed deep red. “No, Mom. I mean, I slept with him slept with him.”
Something inside Gillian’s head clicked and her eyes widened. “You mean you…”
“We had sex.” Angeal’s head hung downward, obviously ashamed.
Gillian didn’t know what to say. She’d been prepared for…for…girls. Who would have ever thought her strong, burly young son was…was…
All she could say was, “Were you safe?”
Angeal’s eyes went wide and his head fell to the table with a pathetic bang. “No.”
“Oh, Angeal,” Gillian sighed, shaking her head. “If there’s anything I taught you that I hoped would stick…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a stress headache forming. “Were you…good to him?”
At that, Angeal lifted his head and smiled a small, heavily embarrassed smile. “I…he smiled, Mom. He was really, really happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that happy. Ever.”
“Well, there’s that at least.”
Angeal’s smile faded and he clasped his hands again. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes and no,” Gillian sighed. “I’m upset that you didn’t wait. You’re much too young to be…doing those sorts of things. I’m very upset that you weren’t safe-”
“Mom-”
Gillian held up a finger to silence her son. “Don’t tell me it was alright. It wasn’t. I’m going to assume this will probably happen again?”
Angeal’s face turned as red as a beet and he nodded a little bit, not looking directly at his mother.
“We’re going to supply you with condoms. And lubricant.”
“Lubricant?” Angeal said, puzzled.
Gillian paled. “Oh, Angeal. Tell me you didn’t…”
“Mom? I don’t understand.”
“Men need lubricant, Angeal. Things don’t…do things…in males like they do in females.”
A tilted, puzzled expression.
“Vaginas come with natural lubrication. Rectums do not.” Gillian pursed her lips at Angeal’s suddenly very worried expression. “I’ll ask you again, did you hurt him, Angeal?”
“No!” he boy said vehemently. “He never said anything. He…he…it looked like he was happy.”
“Was there blood?”
Angeal made a thoughtful face and shook his head in the negative.
Gillian breathed out in mild relief. “You were damned lucky, then. You could have hurt him really badly, Angie.”
Angeal winced and paled. “I never want to hurt him.” He lifted his head to look his mother in the eye, some of that uncanny grown-up knowledge Gillian never got used to seeing shining through his eyes. “I love him, Mom. I’d never hurt him. Ever.”
“You love him?”
“I love him more than anything. More than my honor, more than my life.”
His mother sighed. “Does he love you? As much as I adore him, that boy has never been quite right. I hate to say this Angeal, but…is he just using you?”
Angeal’s eyes lit with anger, something Gillian had never seen directed at her before. “He’d never do that to me. He loves me. He told me so. He…he gave himself to me. Doesn’t that mean anything, Mom?”
“Angeal, sweetie, I don’t mean to sound like the bad guy, but you’re both so young. I don’t want you to get yourselves into trouble with each other. You don’t even know what love means yet.”
“Yes, I do,” Angeal responded with a calm simplicity that Gillian couldn’t help but believe.
“Al-alright then,” Gillian said, a nervous flutter to her hands as she toyed with a rag. It wasn’t often that Angeal’s eerie agelessness got to her, but sometimes her little boy made her remember what he’d been born to do and it made her sad and anxious all over again. Gillian cleared her throat and tapped the table top derisively. “Get your coat. We’re going to the general store.”
Angeal stood slowly with a slightly perplexed look on his face. “For…”
Gillian gave him a look and raised eyebrows.
“Oh,” Angeal blushed and scuttled to his room to get his coat.
Gillian sighed and stood to remove her apron.
This was definitely not how she had envisioned this going.
She had thought she’d be asking, “Who did you knock up?”
Little did she know…
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Implied Angeal/Genesis
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sex between minors
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: I love him more than anything. More than my honor, more than my life.
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the Chronological Order Post for a list of them in order:
http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Angeal cleared his throat; both because it was a nervous habit and to catch his mother’s attention. Gillian Hewley turned from the pot of stew on the stove to regard her son.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
Angeal coughed and cleared his throat a couple more times. This was harder than he thought. Gillian watched as her son struggled to talk to her and sighed. It must be something big. Angeal never had problems talking to her.
Turning down the heat on the stew to a light simmer, the woman wiped her hands on the rag hanging from her apron. She took a seat at the small table and gestured for her son to do the same. The boy took his seat rather stiffly and clasped his hands primly on the table top.
“Well?” Gillian prodded.
“I…I-Oh Gaia,” Angeal shook his head and flopped down onto the table in a heap of teenage angst and embarrassment.
“Are you going to tell me, or do we play twenty questions?” Gillian said, leaning back in her own chair.
Angeal mumbled something into his arms.
“What was that, dear?”
Angeal’s head popped up and he spit out all in one, rushed phrase, “I slept with Genesis.”
“I know, honey. He was here when I woke up this morning.”
Angeal blushed deep red. “No, Mom. I mean, I slept with him slept with him.”
Something inside Gillian’s head clicked and her eyes widened. “You mean you…”
“We had sex.” Angeal’s head hung downward, obviously ashamed.
Gillian didn’t know what to say. She’d been prepared for…for…girls. Who would have ever thought her strong, burly young son was…was…
All she could say was, “Were you safe?”
Angeal’s eyes went wide and his head fell to the table with a pathetic bang. “No.”
“Oh, Angeal,” Gillian sighed, shaking her head. “If there’s anything I taught you that I hoped would stick…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a stress headache forming. “Were you…good to him?”
At that, Angeal lifted his head and smiled a small, heavily embarrassed smile. “I…he smiled, Mom. He was really, really happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that happy. Ever.”
“Well, there’s that at least.”
Angeal’s smile faded and he clasped his hands again. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yes and no,” Gillian sighed. “I’m upset that you didn’t wait. You’re much too young to be…doing those sorts of things. I’m very upset that you weren’t safe-”
“Mom-”
Gillian held up a finger to silence her son. “Don’t tell me it was alright. It wasn’t. I’m going to assume this will probably happen again?”
Angeal’s face turned as red as a beet and he nodded a little bit, not looking directly at his mother.
“We’re going to supply you with condoms. And lubricant.”
“Lubricant?” Angeal said, puzzled.
Gillian paled. “Oh, Angeal. Tell me you didn’t…”
“Mom? I don’t understand.”
“Men need lubricant, Angeal. Things don’t…do things…in males like they do in females.”
A tilted, puzzled expression.
“Vaginas come with natural lubrication. Rectums do not.” Gillian pursed her lips at Angeal’s suddenly very worried expression. “I’ll ask you again, did you hurt him, Angeal?”
“No!” he boy said vehemently. “He never said anything. He…he…it looked like he was happy.”
“Was there blood?”
Angeal made a thoughtful face and shook his head in the negative.
Gillian breathed out in mild relief. “You were damned lucky, then. You could have hurt him really badly, Angie.”
Angeal winced and paled. “I never want to hurt him.” He lifted his head to look his mother in the eye, some of that uncanny grown-up knowledge Gillian never got used to seeing shining through his eyes. “I love him, Mom. I’d never hurt him. Ever.”
“You love him?”
“I love him more than anything. More than my honor, more than my life.”
His mother sighed. “Does he love you? As much as I adore him, that boy has never been quite right. I hate to say this Angeal, but…is he just using you?”
Angeal’s eyes lit with anger, something Gillian had never seen directed at her before. “He’d never do that to me. He loves me. He told me so. He…he gave himself to me. Doesn’t that mean anything, Mom?”
“Angeal, sweetie, I don’t mean to sound like the bad guy, but you’re both so young. I don’t want you to get yourselves into trouble with each other. You don’t even know what love means yet.”
“Yes, I do,” Angeal responded with a calm simplicity that Gillian couldn’t help but believe.
“Al-alright then,” Gillian said, a nervous flutter to her hands as she toyed with a rag. It wasn’t often that Angeal’s eerie agelessness got to her, but sometimes her little boy made her remember what he’d been born to do and it made her sad and anxious all over again. Gillian cleared her throat and tapped the table top derisively. “Get your coat. We’re going to the general store.”
Angeal stood slowly with a slightly perplexed look on his face. “For…”
Gillian gave him a look and raised eyebrows.
“Oh,” Angeal blushed and scuttled to his room to get his coat.
Gillian sighed and stood to remove her apron.
This was definitely not how she had envisioned this going.
She had thought she’d be asking, “Who did you knock up?”
Little did she know…