Run in Packs
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,196
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.
So Much for Quiet
Title: Run in Packs~So Much for Quiet
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: None really
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cute, foiled attempts at seduction
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: A calm, quiet day…but not really.
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
A pair of bright, mako-green eyes narrowed in concentration. The lithe, tense body forced itself even lower in the swaying grasses. Its prey lay not more than a few yards away, lazing comfortably along the edge of a quiet, meandering stream.
Posed, barely breathing the hunter froze and waited for the perfect moment.
The prey yawned greatly and rolled, putting its back to the predator.
It was time.
With a huge, quick leap the hunter launched itself. It fell upon the back of its prey and sunk sharp teeth deeply into the back of an exposed neck.
“Why you little-” Sephiroth growled and reached back to pluck the snarling, wriggling little pup from his back. He held the silver-haired child by his scruff and dangled him in the air.
The youngster spat out a mouthful of Sephiroth’s long, silver hair and smiled brightly. “I got you, Daddy!”
Sephiroth couldn’t help but smile back. “Indeed you did. However,” he said, voice serious, “the next time I have your little teeth buried in my back, I’m going to swat you into next week. Is that understood?” Sephiroth’s free hand reached back and wiped blood from the little bite that was already healing.
A sheepish, yet not completely apologetic smile and shrug came from the still-dangling pup. “I understand. Can I go now?”
Sephiroth snorted and sat the pup down on his feet. Shaking himself all over and reaching up to quickly groom his silver-furred ears, the pup leapt away to tackle his mother, who lounged only a few feet away.
Genesis rolled to pull the wriggling little bundle of energy into an impossible-to-escape embrace. A wet washcloth from a bowl nearby was snatched up and used to clean the dirt from the little one’s face.
“Moooom,” the pup complained, trying his best and failing to escape. “I’m not that dirty.”
Genesis humphed in disbelief. “You’re just as filthy as your siblings. If you want your lunch you’ll hold still.”
Sighing a very put-upon sigh, the little one sat through a thorough face and hand washing. Finally freed once his mother deemed him clean, the young wolf was ushered toward the awaiting picnic blanket where one of his siblings and several other pack members were eating lunch.
“Hey there, little guy!” Zack greeted brightly.
“My name,” the youngster said in an imperious voice, sounding so much like his mother that Zack had to smile, “is Kadaj. And I’m not little.”
“My mistake,” Zack chuckled and handed the little one a plate of food. “Now eat your lunch. You need more energy if you’re going to get into more trouble.”
Silver ears perking at the mention of trouble, Kadaj set to work on his food. “Did you see me when I got Daddy, Uncle Zack? Huh? Did you see?”
“Ya, I saw ya. Pretty good stuff.”
Completely proud of himself, Kadaj smirked at his brother.
“You’re going to get swatted,” his larger brother scolded.
“Am not,” Kadaj argued.
Yazoo snuggled into the comforting presence of his Uncle Cloud. “Are too.”
“Enough,” Cloud smiled and ruffled Yazoo’s already long and silky hair. “Why don’t you go find Uncle Tseng. He’s showing Loz how to catch fish.”
Yazoo nodded and stretched as he stood. Despite the fact that he and Kadaj were born of the same litter, Yazoo was already much taller than the other boy. Loz was even larger than Yazoo, and his build looked much like his father, Angeal. Those facts had given Kadaj the unfortunate nickname of ‘Runt’ which annoyed the little pup to high heaven once he learned what it meant.
Genesis rolled and crawled languidly to the side of his silver haired mate. Sephiroth rumbled under his breath and embraced Genesis in a half-awake, heavy-armed way. Genesis closed his eyes and reveled in the blessed silence that was having the kids tended by other pack members. It would have been even more perfect had Angeal been there, but it was the dark haired alpha’s turn to lead a hunt. He had the Turks, minus Tseng, ranging out to bring in food for the pack.
“This is nice,” Genesis murmured and snuggled deeper into Sephiroth’s warm body.
“Mmmm…” Sephiroth agreed and gently mouthed at his mate’s neck with his eyes still closed. “You taste good,” the silver wolf murmured and kissed his way to Genesis’ face.
“Hmph,” Genesis huffed and nipped warningly at Sephiroth’s chin. “Not in front of the kids.”
“Wolves don’t care about doing…things in front of the kids.”
“Yes but humans care. I care.”
“You’re shameless. I don’t believe you.”
Genesis smiled. “Fine. I just don’t want to explain to them why there is such a thing as good screaming.”
“Touché,” Sephiroth conceded and relented in his heavy-handed seduction to simply hold his mate possessively.
Their tranquil, perfect moment was completely and utterly ruined by the stampeding of squabbling pups. Silver fur flew in all directions as puppies scrabbled over the top of what was once a sweet, gentle moment between mates.
Sephiroth groaned as a little wolfing attached to his back and dug in.
So much for quiet.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: None really
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cute, foiled attempts at seduction
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: A calm, quiet day…but not really.
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
A pair of bright, mako-green eyes narrowed in concentration. The lithe, tense body forced itself even lower in the swaying grasses. Its prey lay not more than a few yards away, lazing comfortably along the edge of a quiet, meandering stream.
Posed, barely breathing the hunter froze and waited for the perfect moment.
The prey yawned greatly and rolled, putting its back to the predator.
It was time.
With a huge, quick leap the hunter launched itself. It fell upon the back of its prey and sunk sharp teeth deeply into the back of an exposed neck.
“Why you little-” Sephiroth growled and reached back to pluck the snarling, wriggling little pup from his back. He held the silver-haired child by his scruff and dangled him in the air.
The youngster spat out a mouthful of Sephiroth’s long, silver hair and smiled brightly. “I got you, Daddy!”
Sephiroth couldn’t help but smile back. “Indeed you did. However,” he said, voice serious, “the next time I have your little teeth buried in my back, I’m going to swat you into next week. Is that understood?” Sephiroth’s free hand reached back and wiped blood from the little bite that was already healing.
A sheepish, yet not completely apologetic smile and shrug came from the still-dangling pup. “I understand. Can I go now?”
Sephiroth snorted and sat the pup down on his feet. Shaking himself all over and reaching up to quickly groom his silver-furred ears, the pup leapt away to tackle his mother, who lounged only a few feet away.
Genesis rolled to pull the wriggling little bundle of energy into an impossible-to-escape embrace. A wet washcloth from a bowl nearby was snatched up and used to clean the dirt from the little one’s face.
“Moooom,” the pup complained, trying his best and failing to escape. “I’m not that dirty.”
Genesis humphed in disbelief. “You’re just as filthy as your siblings. If you want your lunch you’ll hold still.”
Sighing a very put-upon sigh, the little one sat through a thorough face and hand washing. Finally freed once his mother deemed him clean, the young wolf was ushered toward the awaiting picnic blanket where one of his siblings and several other pack members were eating lunch.
“Hey there, little guy!” Zack greeted brightly.
“My name,” the youngster said in an imperious voice, sounding so much like his mother that Zack had to smile, “is Kadaj. And I’m not little.”
“My mistake,” Zack chuckled and handed the little one a plate of food. “Now eat your lunch. You need more energy if you’re going to get into more trouble.”
Silver ears perking at the mention of trouble, Kadaj set to work on his food. “Did you see me when I got Daddy, Uncle Zack? Huh? Did you see?”
“Ya, I saw ya. Pretty good stuff.”
Completely proud of himself, Kadaj smirked at his brother.
“You’re going to get swatted,” his larger brother scolded.
“Am not,” Kadaj argued.
Yazoo snuggled into the comforting presence of his Uncle Cloud. “Are too.”
“Enough,” Cloud smiled and ruffled Yazoo’s already long and silky hair. “Why don’t you go find Uncle Tseng. He’s showing Loz how to catch fish.”
Yazoo nodded and stretched as he stood. Despite the fact that he and Kadaj were born of the same litter, Yazoo was already much taller than the other boy. Loz was even larger than Yazoo, and his build looked much like his father, Angeal. Those facts had given Kadaj the unfortunate nickname of ‘Runt’ which annoyed the little pup to high heaven once he learned what it meant.
Genesis rolled and crawled languidly to the side of his silver haired mate. Sephiroth rumbled under his breath and embraced Genesis in a half-awake, heavy-armed way. Genesis closed his eyes and reveled in the blessed silence that was having the kids tended by other pack members. It would have been even more perfect had Angeal been there, but it was the dark haired alpha’s turn to lead a hunt. He had the Turks, minus Tseng, ranging out to bring in food for the pack.
“This is nice,” Genesis murmured and snuggled deeper into Sephiroth’s warm body.
“Mmmm…” Sephiroth agreed and gently mouthed at his mate’s neck with his eyes still closed. “You taste good,” the silver wolf murmured and kissed his way to Genesis’ face.
“Hmph,” Genesis huffed and nipped warningly at Sephiroth’s chin. “Not in front of the kids.”
“Wolves don’t care about doing…things in front of the kids.”
“Yes but humans care. I care.”
“You’re shameless. I don’t believe you.”
Genesis smiled. “Fine. I just don’t want to explain to them why there is such a thing as good screaming.”
“Touché,” Sephiroth conceded and relented in his heavy-handed seduction to simply hold his mate possessively.
Their tranquil, perfect moment was completely and utterly ruined by the stampeding of squabbling pups. Silver fur flew in all directions as puppies scrabbled over the top of what was once a sweet, gentle moment between mates.
Sephiroth groaned as a little wolfing attached to his back and dug in.
So much for quiet.