Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,195
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.
In the Mirror
Title: Run in Packs~In the Mirror
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Genesis (solo)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: It was a part of him, and he didn’t want to be afraid anymore. Written from prompt: Mirror, either sex in front of, or observing changes.
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
Genesis stood in front of the overly-ornate, antique mirror in the bedroom. The room itself had taken a very different turn as of late. The headboard that matched the mirror had been taken out, as well as the box springs. In place of a regular bed was a new nest of blankets and pillows, mattresses and sheets. It was so comfortable to sprawl out and create little nests in the mass of material.
It was one of the few things that had been easy to accept about the new…everything about himself.
The change in habits and instincts were taken in stride. So were the fluffy red ears and to a lesser extent the tail (which he kept sitting on at first). The strip of fur that ran from head to tail down his back was actually rather nice, as Angeal and Sephiroth were rather fixated on it. It felt wonderful to have their hands stroking and scratching through the thick, red pelt.
It was…the other that he was having the hardest time adjusting to. He touched his abdomen and slowly slid his hand down to touch the area just above his genitals. He knew that under his hand lay the organs that Hojo had put inside of him without any kind of explanation. He pressed gently, watching in the mirror as his skin moved and stretched. It didn’t go unnoticed that other things were starting to change now as a direct result of the hormones pumped into him by the…the…ovaries.
His hips, while always rather shapely, were even more pronounced now. His hands moved to his sides and slowly traced downward, following the curved hips to his muscled thighs.
The hands moved back up his front to touch his chest. His pecks were still defined in a masculine way, thank the Goddess for small favors. He wouldn’t know what to do with breasts. He was gay for a reason. However, his nipples were larger, darker, more sensitive. Touching them caused him to gasp, and he watched in the mirror as they started to pucker at the soft stimulation.
Slowly, Genesis sunk to his knees, still watching his reflection. He pinched each nipple softly and then circled the developed areolas that ached with a pleasure he’d never felt before. His cock started to plump and fill while his breath picked up.
And…the place between his legs started to ache and become damp.
Mako-blue eyes filled with desperation as hands slowly, hesitantly reached down. One hand wrapped familiarly around his cock. The reflection in the mirror showed the organ flush and becoming erect. A bead of sticky dampness escaped the tip before Genesis moved his free hand farther down, past his sack and to…there.
He’d had Sephiroth look and feel, assessing the situation and reporting his findings as if the area were a piece of land being scouted for a mission. Genesis had done his best to try and forget about the new piece of his anatomy, but it seemed that the nature of it made it impossible to put to the back of his mind. His body was changing, his very thoughts were changing.
It was a part of him, and he didn’t want to be afraid of it anymore.
He touched the area, watching as his face flushed further in the mirror. His fingers circled his new opening, the first time he had touched it willingly with the exception of cleaning.
It was wet with arousal. His fingers retreated and he brought them to his nose. The smell was definitely different than the usual musk of his arousal. More wet, more tangy smelling than precum. He licked his fingers, assessing the taste. Not much different than the smell, but salty.
His hand moved downward again, and his other hand stayed busy with his cock. It was going to take a lot to make this easier, and being on the edge of orgasm was the only way he knew to distract himself while he did this.
The mirror showed his hand working between his legs, disappearing between his pale thighs and moving slightly as his fingers again circled. His eyes widened in shock as he pushed one finger inside.
His other hand stilled on his cock and moved to the ground to help steady himself. He parted his thighs farther to help ease the…something he felt. It was akin to the stretching he felt when having anal sex with one of his mates, but this was so very, very different.
Whimpering a little, he pulled the finger back out and pushed it back in. He let out a deep, wavering breath and spread his legs farther. It ached, tight and quivering around his finger. The slick warmth his body was producing was a wonderful lubricant, he decided as the finger eased in and out again without an uncomfortable friction. It was the stretching feeling that was the most uncomfortable, but he couldn’t tell if it was physical or mental discomfort that he was truly feeling.
A second finger made him double over on himself with a muffled exclamation of, “Oh Goddess.” His free hand flailed forward to catch him before he fell on his face.
Giving up all pretence of looking the mirror, Genesis removed his fingers and lay on his back before he face-planted. Fingers returned, a little more eager. They felt around, slowly searching out sensitive spots and those spots that, while they didn’t produce pain exactly, didn’t feel good when manipulated. Like the hard nub, up high, produced a throbbing sensation that was to intense to be pleasing. The cervix, Genesis reminded himself.
And by the Goddess if Metropolitan magazine hadn’t been right about the spot on the front of the…vagina. He’d discovered his own G-spot was just above the public bone, and if he crooked his fingers hard enough to stretch the spongy flesh and touch the top of the bone…
He moaned and bucked his hips up, wanting more. Wanting…he put a third finger inside. The stretching feeling was lessened, arousal causing him to dilate enough that the third addition only helped stimulate the muscles surrounding his fingers. He hooked all fingers hard immediately, and his jaw dropped as his wet, soft tunnel contracted and then began to softly pulse. A wailing moan came out of his mouth and his hips frantically pumped as orgasm took him by surprise. It fell in great waves over his pelvis and shuddered through his stomach. He fell backwards and panted, slowly pulling his fingers out and drawing them up still-tight balls and a heavily leaking cock.
Unable to help himself, he jerked hard at his wanting penis. It was only seconds before he came a second time, spurting heavily across his stomach. He screamed this time, as a third orgasm throbbed between his legs and he felt the wetness between his thighs drip and spread. Trembling, his hands fell to the sides as he continuously moaned and collapsed into a pile of loose limbs. It was several minutes before the sensitivity of so many orgasms so close together began to wan.
Dear sweet Goddess why hadn’t he done this before?
And how much better would it be with a cock inside of him?
He need to find his mates.
Now.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Genesis (solo)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: It was a part of him, and he didn’t want to be afraid anymore. Written from prompt: Mirror, either sex in front of, or observing changes.
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
Genesis stood in front of the overly-ornate, antique mirror in the bedroom. The room itself had taken a very different turn as of late. The headboard that matched the mirror had been taken out, as well as the box springs. In place of a regular bed was a new nest of blankets and pillows, mattresses and sheets. It was so comfortable to sprawl out and create little nests in the mass of material.
It was one of the few things that had been easy to accept about the new…everything about himself.
The change in habits and instincts were taken in stride. So were the fluffy red ears and to a lesser extent the tail (which he kept sitting on at first). The strip of fur that ran from head to tail down his back was actually rather nice, as Angeal and Sephiroth were rather fixated on it. It felt wonderful to have their hands stroking and scratching through the thick, red pelt.
It was…the other that he was having the hardest time adjusting to. He touched his abdomen and slowly slid his hand down to touch the area just above his genitals. He knew that under his hand lay the organs that Hojo had put inside of him without any kind of explanation. He pressed gently, watching in the mirror as his skin moved and stretched. It didn’t go unnoticed that other things were starting to change now as a direct result of the hormones pumped into him by the…the…ovaries.
His hips, while always rather shapely, were even more pronounced now. His hands moved to his sides and slowly traced downward, following the curved hips to his muscled thighs.
The hands moved back up his front to touch his chest. His pecks were still defined in a masculine way, thank the Goddess for small favors. He wouldn’t know what to do with breasts. He was gay for a reason. However, his nipples were larger, darker, more sensitive. Touching them caused him to gasp, and he watched in the mirror as they started to pucker at the soft stimulation.
Slowly, Genesis sunk to his knees, still watching his reflection. He pinched each nipple softly and then circled the developed areolas that ached with a pleasure he’d never felt before. His cock started to plump and fill while his breath picked up.
And…the place between his legs started to ache and become damp.
Mako-blue eyes filled with desperation as hands slowly, hesitantly reached down. One hand wrapped familiarly around his cock. The reflection in the mirror showed the organ flush and becoming erect. A bead of sticky dampness escaped the tip before Genesis moved his free hand farther down, past his sack and to…there.
He’d had Sephiroth look and feel, assessing the situation and reporting his findings as if the area were a piece of land being scouted for a mission. Genesis had done his best to try and forget about the new piece of his anatomy, but it seemed that the nature of it made it impossible to put to the back of his mind. His body was changing, his very thoughts were changing.
It was a part of him, and he didn’t want to be afraid of it anymore.
He touched the area, watching as his face flushed further in the mirror. His fingers circled his new opening, the first time he had touched it willingly with the exception of cleaning.
It was wet with arousal. His fingers retreated and he brought them to his nose. The smell was definitely different than the usual musk of his arousal. More wet, more tangy smelling than precum. He licked his fingers, assessing the taste. Not much different than the smell, but salty.
His hand moved downward again, and his other hand stayed busy with his cock. It was going to take a lot to make this easier, and being on the edge of orgasm was the only way he knew to distract himself while he did this.
The mirror showed his hand working between his legs, disappearing between his pale thighs and moving slightly as his fingers again circled. His eyes widened in shock as he pushed one finger inside.
His other hand stilled on his cock and moved to the ground to help steady himself. He parted his thighs farther to help ease the…something he felt. It was akin to the stretching he felt when having anal sex with one of his mates, but this was so very, very different.
Whimpering a little, he pulled the finger back out and pushed it back in. He let out a deep, wavering breath and spread his legs farther. It ached, tight and quivering around his finger. The slick warmth his body was producing was a wonderful lubricant, he decided as the finger eased in and out again without an uncomfortable friction. It was the stretching feeling that was the most uncomfortable, but he couldn’t tell if it was physical or mental discomfort that he was truly feeling.
A second finger made him double over on himself with a muffled exclamation of, “Oh Goddess.” His free hand flailed forward to catch him before he fell on his face.
Giving up all pretence of looking the mirror, Genesis removed his fingers and lay on his back before he face-planted. Fingers returned, a little more eager. They felt around, slowly searching out sensitive spots and those spots that, while they didn’t produce pain exactly, didn’t feel good when manipulated. Like the hard nub, up high, produced a throbbing sensation that was to intense to be pleasing. The cervix, Genesis reminded himself.
And by the Goddess if Metropolitan magazine hadn’t been right about the spot on the front of the…vagina. He’d discovered his own G-spot was just above the public bone, and if he crooked his fingers hard enough to stretch the spongy flesh and touch the top of the bone…
He moaned and bucked his hips up, wanting more. Wanting…he put a third finger inside. The stretching feeling was lessened, arousal causing him to dilate enough that the third addition only helped stimulate the muscles surrounding his fingers. He hooked all fingers hard immediately, and his jaw dropped as his wet, soft tunnel contracted and then began to softly pulse. A wailing moan came out of his mouth and his hips frantically pumped as orgasm took him by surprise. It fell in great waves over his pelvis and shuddered through his stomach. He fell backwards and panted, slowly pulling his fingers out and drawing them up still-tight balls and a heavily leaking cock.
Unable to help himself, he jerked hard at his wanting penis. It was only seconds before he came a second time, spurting heavily across his stomach. He screamed this time, as a third orgasm throbbed between his legs and he felt the wetness between his thighs drip and spread. Trembling, his hands fell to the sides as he continuously moaned and collapsed into a pile of loose limbs. It was several minutes before the sensitivity of so many orgasms so close together began to wan.
Dear sweet Goddess why hadn’t he done this before?
And how much better would it be with a cock inside of him?
He need to find his mates.
Now.