Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

Legacy of the Lifestream	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 2387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not Own FFVII or its affiliates. I make no money from this execise in literary creativity.

Chapter List
- 25
- 26
- 27
A.N. Oh my goodness! I'm sorry for the wait, you guys! I was kind of stuck... But to make up for not posting in so long, I've made this chapter extra long, and added a delicious dose of citrus! In this chapter we are delving into the mind of a TURK and an interrogator. I feel that certain characters have been neglected, and I must give them the chance to shine :) Next chapter the plot picks up again, I promise!
No beta this time, Sytherea Orianthe is not able to get to a computer, so I hope that this isn't so bad that no one can read it! This chapter is also dedicated toriverseithr for the delightful gift she sent me yesterday... *dies from the hotness* You're so awesome. You're BEYOND awesome... you're... BEYAWESOME!
R&R!
Chapter 25: Île de la Mort*
Vincent sighed in frustration as the monster before him fell to the ground, dead. They had been fighting off the beasts of the plains almost non-stop since clearing the forest.
"This isn't going to work," Sytherea said, panting slightly with exertion. "Shelke can't carry Reeve and fight off monsters at the same time."
Vincent let a melancholy look cross his features, thoughts fluttering through his mind. "You're right." He finally said. "We'll have to split up. I want you to go with Shelke. Get Reeve's body back to the air ship and into stasis until we can safely hold a proper service for him."
Sytherea looked like she wanted to protest, her mouth opening, but she seemed to rethink her argument, instead snapping her mouth closed and nodding her head. "Okay." She said simply.
Weapons were quickly exchanged, and goodbyes were said, and then Vincent turned away from his lover, his form quickly fading into the harsh heatwaves that plagued the plains as he made his way to the rendezvous point.
!#$%^&*()
A soft smile spread across the Middle Remnant's face as he watched his lover run through her bedtime ritual, soft chiffon clinging to her even softer curves. She had been horribly upset when Sukai and the others informed her of Tseng's behavior, and his harsh words, and at the knowledge that now, she would be hunted as well. She knew how the TURKS worked, and how far they would go to silence those whom they believed to be a threat to their employer and the empire that he had built.
However, those worries had vanished when Yazoo calmly reminded her that she, also, was a TURK and knew just as much about not being found, as her co-workers knew about finding targets.
"Come to bed." Yazoo said, interrupting Cissnei's preening.
Cissnei sighed and ran the brush through her hair once more before setting it onto her night table and turning back to her very own Remnant. "Sorry, I guess I'm still a little worried. I know that I can out-maneuver them, but I don't like the thought of being responsible for keeping the whole group under ShinRa's radar." The auburn-haired woman said.
Yazoo leaned forward when she was close enough and dragged her down onto their bed. "You know that you don't have to do it alone." He said into her hair as she snuggled into his chest. "I'll help you, and so will the others. We will all do everything we can to make sure that everything we do is what's best for the group. All you need to do is be there to offer ideas and support." He assured.
Cissnei smiled. He always could melt away her fears like they were ice sculptors against a raging furnace. Then again, she knew that she could only blame that on the unshakeable trust she had in her lover. She knew that he could protect himself, and that he would do all he could to not only her, but everyone else that they cared about.
"I love you." She sighed, half-asleep from the warm embrace he had enveloped her in. "You make me feel so safe."
Yazoo smiled softly. Seven years ago, he'd have never dreamed that someone would say something like that to him. Especially not when that someone had seen what he was capable of – many times over – and knew that he felt no regrets for his forceful actions.
"I love you." He answered her, running his palm across her shoulder and down her arm, and smiling when cold-chills erupted on her tanned skin. He felt her heart rate pick up, her chest pressed tightly to his. She lifted her head and her sleepy eyes met his, promise and lust slowly seeping into her gaze.
Cissnei squirmed until she was laying across him, comfortably straddling the middle Remnant's lean form and splaying her fingers on his bare chest. She rested her cheek against the nape of his neck, nudging his ear with her nose before gently nipping at his skin. She smiled when he sucked in a breath and his hands gripped her arms,pulling her against him.
"Hm." He sighed when she repeated the action, tilting his head to give her better access and running his hands down her arms, and then moving to caress her back and the back of her thighs.
Cissnei let out a short giggle when his fingers traced a particularly ticklish spot and he smirked, tickling once more before wrapping his arms around her and turning his head for a proper kiss.
As Yazoo's tongue tapped at her lips, Cissnei lifted her hands and tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling just hard enough to force his head back and give her a better angle as she rose above him.
Yazoo moaned when she tugged on his hair, tilting his head as she wanted him to do and happily allowing her the control she wanted, her own tongue rushing into his mouth to duel with his.
His hand slowly traced its way up her body, blindly seeking the ties on the chiffon number she was wearing, fingers tugging the knot loose and his palms immediately cupping her breasts as soon as the fabric parted. Cissnei moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch and squirming. She yanked on his hair once more, eliciting a sharp growl from him. In a flash, he had his arms locked tightly around her waist, her wrists held captive behind her back in an impressive submission hold. He sat up, crossing his legs under her and the forcing her to settle herself over his lap, the only thing separating their bodies being the thin panties she wore, and the cotton pants he wore to bed. The woman above him moaned once more when he used their position to pull her against him, dipping his head and taking a pert nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking madly against the little bud.
Cissnei struggled against the Remnant, trying to free her wrists from his iron grip. She gave a frustrated huff when all her struggles accomplished was to have that very grip tighten even more. She would definitely have some bruises in the morning.
"Yazoo!" She whined, "Let go of me so I can touch you, damnit!"
He chuckled against her breast, his lips still suckling softly, and released her arms. Her hands were immediately roaming his body; across his muscled back, down his sides, over his chest, along his thighs, and finally behind and below her to teasingly caress the hardened heat she could feel nudging against her thigh.
Yazoo started and moaned,teeth biting down as hard as he knew he could get away with at the feeling of that deadly and precise hand pressing against him through his pajamas.
"Damn..." He breathed as he pulled away from her breast. His eyes flashed at the dark intent that was etched across his lover's face, and he felt himself hardening further. When Cissnei got that look in her eye, he was bound to wake up covered in welts and bruises.
Cissnei saw the knowledge pass through Yazoo's eyes and she shivered at the excitement that filled his gaze.
"Do you want to?" She asked. Yazoo nodded slowly and allowed her up, his glowing eyes watching every roll of her muscles as she walked to their closet and reached inside. When she returned to the bed, she lay her prize at his feet, opening the locked box and grinning mischievously in his direction.
Yazoo shuddered under that gaze, wanting her to do as her eyes promised, and so he held his hands out, holding his wrists together in blatant submission.
A confused look covered his features when she shook her head.
"Actually... this time I was thinking that you could do it to me..." She said shyly.
Yazoo gaped at her, his eyes wide.
"What makes you want that?" He said, "You know what I-"
"I saw you interrogating the man from Banora... and I saw you with the Doctor, too. You were so... intimidating, almost scary-" A grimaced crossed his expression and she hurried to explain. "And it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." She finished, smirking when he looked back at her, wide-eyed.
Yazoo's thoughts were racing a million miles a minute, unable to believe that his sweet-tempered lover might have become aroused when witnessing his brutal and violent interrogation sessions.
'Well,' He thought, 'as Harmony would put it: Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth.' Whatever that means.'
He allowed a smile to creep across his lips, his head falling so that his eyes were hidden behind a thick sheet of brilliant silver hair.
"Oh, really? You thought that me torturing the life out of someone was sexy?" he crooned. He heard Cissnei swallow loudly, and a small whimper of what could have been arousal left her lips. It also could have been fear.
When she didn't answer, he snapped his head up to look her in the eye, climbing to his knees and moving toward her, slowly. "I believe... I asked you a question, Miss Embers." He said.
She quickly nodded her head in answer to his question, squeaking in surprise and pleasure when those strong fingers closed around her wrists again.
"Uh-uh." Yazoo breathed against her ear, delighting as she shivered, "Out loud, please. I'll only ask nicely once."
"Y-yes! It was hot!" Cissnei choked out through the shudders that wracked her body as his breath tickled past her ear and neck.
Yazoo smirked and reached into the box beside her, looking around the room to find the best place to start. He settled on the bar hanging above the window, meant to hold a curtain. Dragging her off of the bed, he forced her to the window, lifting her hands high above her head and snapping his newly retrieved hand-cuffs around her wrists, effectively shackling her to the bar above them. Her back was to him, the only thing she was able to see being the open air outside the tilted opening. If she were to break the cuffs and lean forward, she would fall through the glass and plummet to the earth below.
"By the window?" She gasped, "What if someone-"
Yazoo cut her off, pressing himself to her back and reaching around her, cupping her breasts and pinching at her nipples. "Who's going to see? Sukai took her Wave Rider with her."
"But what if the cuffs break and I-"
"Oh, we're afraid of falling through the glass? I can fix that." He teased, stepping around her and opening the window, deactivating the safety bars that tried to cover the open space. Cissnei let out a shuddering breath.
"Oh, does that bother you? Are you afraid?" Yazoo purred.
Cissnei looked down, knowing better than to answer that question, at this point. She suddenly questioned her sanity, giving up the reigns to Yazoo. However, she would not back out, now. She asked for this, and it really was hot, in a terrifying sort of way.
"I told you before, I'll only ask nicely once. If you refuse to answer, I have other methods of extracting information." He warned. "Now, tell me: Are. You. Afraid."
Cissnei whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. He had her trapped. If she said 'No' he would probably do something else that would terrify her, if she said 'Yes' then he'd push it even further.
"Alright then." Yazoo sighed when she didn't answer. "Other methods it is." He went back to their box, retrieving the nipple clamps that were more often than not used on his own body. He stepped around her and looked into her eyes. There was a healthy amount of caution there, mixed with fear and confused excitement. She was curious. He attached the clamps to her body, smiling at the whimper that action earned him.
He knew that he was not going to take it as far as she did with him, he could never inflict that type of pain on her. He liked it. He wasn't sure if she would, though.
But, he could still torment her.
"Tell me." He started. "At what point does pain become pleasure? For that matter, at what point does pleasure become pain?" He stepped closer to her, nuzzling into her neck as her breath quickened.
"I-I... I don't know!" She stuttered, her chest heaving. Yazoo smirked and grasped the chain connected to the clamps, tugging on it and tightening the objects around her nipples.
"Shit!" Cissnei cursed. She never imagined that this might be what Yazoo felt when she put these very clamps on him. It hurt, but in the most confusing way she had ever experienced. She watched with dread and excitement as Yazoo then lowered his mouth to her chest, her nipples now cold and almost purple in color.
Then her eyes slammed closed and she let out a long, hard moan when his hot mouth closed over a pinched nipple, the heat seeming more intense for the cold feeling that had taken the bud. She whimpered when he pulled away, torn between begging him not to stop, and being happy that the confusing feeling had ended.
"Next question." He whispered. "What, exactly, did you find so sexy about me beating a man nearly to death?"
Cissnei shivered and rubbed her legs together to try to ease the throbbing that had started there as she was forced to remember that scene. She opened her mouth and let her memories pour out, any filter long since gone in the wake of her confused and conflicted lust.
!#$%^&*()
The sinewy muscles of the middle Remnant's back rolled exotically as Yazoo pulled on the chain attached to the captive's wrists, forcing his body to hang and his feet to dangle inches off the floor. Dark blood ran in gruesome trails down the man's arms, flowing from the tips of his fingers, where his fingernails used to be.
"I won't ask you again." Yazoo snarled. "You're going to tell me where we need to look to find those children. Your toenails are next. I hear that hurts even more than the fingers."
Cissnei gasped, closing her eyes and turning away for a moment when the man spit in her lover's face, the sound of screaming soon filling the control room, the speakers crackling from the volume.
"Fuck you!" The man sobbed, his body heaving when Cissnei dared look back. "I swear to God when I get out of here, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'll kill you, and then I'm gonna kill that woman! I'm gonna fuck her and kill her-" The man's empty threats were cut off with a guttural scream as Yazoo gripped his wrists from behind, setting his foot against the man's spine and yanking his arms back. The sickening 'crunch!' of snapping cartilage and bone made Cissnei flinch, and surprisingly, she felt a drop of wetness slide down her leg as she took in the sight of Yazoo's muscles straining through the leather he wore.
She felt her breathing pick up at the show of her lover's astonishing strength, the things he did to their captive being accomplished by the Remnant's bare hands, alone.
She suddenly found herself lost in a fantasy, thoughts of the first time they were together when he'd pinned her to that hard wall Sassi's garden in Ireland, and of wanting to feel that force again. She longed to be held down, to be forced to submit, to feel his hands on her face, in her hair, around her throat, even. The danger that those hands presented, the brutal tortures those deceptively frail fingers could inflict... to have them wrapped around her body, and know that even with all that Yazoo was capable of, he would never hurt her. And also the knowledge that even though he wouldn't, if he wanted to, he very much could... It was too much. She glanced around to make sure that the doors inside the control room were closed, the tape that her image was being recorded on was stopped and the comm disabled.
As the screams of their captive quieted and Yazoo's malicious voice sounded again, Cissnei let her hand slowly slip beneath her waistband and into her panties.
!#$%^&*()
Yazoo fought the flush that was threatening to overcome his body as he listened to Cissnei talk about touching herself while watching him torture someone for information.
So she wanted his strength? Then that's what she'd get. He'd always tried to hard to be gentle with her, not wanting his mako-and-Jenova enhanced strength to harm her even a little, but not this time.
He reached up, his eyes half-closed and pupils dilated with lust, and grasped the handcuffs that were latched around her wrists. With a sharp pull and a minimal amount of strength, the chain snapped, Cissnei falling against him with a small cry. His kicked the button next to the window, the reinforced glass sliding closed as the threw himself at his lover, tackling her to the hard floor.
His chest heaved as he pinned her wrists to the floor with one of his hands, hard enough that he knew it had to hurt her a bit. With his other hand, he fumbled with the waistband of his pants, pushing them down as much as he could and then kicking them off, his free hand then clamping around her thigh and forcing her legs to part.
"Oh God!" Cissnei whimpered, her voice thick with anticipation.
He released her wrists only long enough to rip her panties from her body and position himself. He knew he didn't need to waste time preparing her, he could smell how aroused she was. Once positioned properly, he let one hand capture her hands again, the other cupping her jaw forcefully and slamming their lips together as his hips snapped forward.
His breath left him with a hiss as he felt her throat working to swallow under his palm.
She was panting, writhing, moaning, begging, and it was the hottest thing they'd ever done together. He forced himself upright, hefting her up with him and holding her against him as he gained his feet, stumbling to the bed and slamming her down face-first. He watched the shivers racing through her frame, the knowledge that it wasn't fear, but arousal, only serving to push him even further from the safety of logical thought.
Cissnei was forced to her knees and Yazoo was inside of her again before she knew what was happening. One of his arms held both of hers behind her back, his forearm threaded through her elbows, and his other rested against her throat. He didn't want to cut off her breathing, not unless she wanted him to, but it was clear that he wouldn't have to go that far as he used his grip on her to force her body upright even more, his violent thrusts striking to deeply that the knew she would be hurting in the morning.
He should have known, however, that she'd be able to push him over the edge just as easily.
"Oh, Gods, Yazoo..." She whimpered, "You're so fucking hot... so much stronger than me... God you could snap me in half with those hands... I want..."
From the view he got of the side of her face, he could see the blush spreading. She was slightly shy about something.
"What?" He grunted."What do you want?"
Her blush deepened. "B-bruise me!" She whispered. "I want to walk around with your hand-prints on my body! Every time I look in the mirror I want to remember this!"
Yazoo keened. That woman certainly knew how to make him hot. He released her arms, forcing her to brace herself on her elbows and grasping her hips harder than he had ever held her before. He heard her whimper in pain, but couldn't seem to stop himself. Not that he needed to, he discovered, as with his next brutal thrust his lover was quaking and tightening around him, her face buried in a pillow to muffle her scream as climax washed through her.
"Shit, Yazoo!" He heard her pant as her head lolled to the side.
He panted, still keeping that vice grip on her hips even as his thrusts lost some of their force, sacrificing strength for speed as he felt his own climax rapidly approaching.
He finally released her, blanketing her back with his body and forcing her head to the side so that he could smash their lips together in a frantic kiss, his thighs shaking and muscles clenching as the heat that had become to unbearable finally exploded.
He gasped against her lips, her name being whispered against her skin as his hips finally stopped their relentless pounding and he collapsed on top of her.
Dear Leviathan, his strength was just gone.
"Well..." Cissnei panted, eying the red hand-prints on her hips that she knew would be bruised over in a few hours, "That was certainly fun."
Yazoo gave an exhausted chuckle. "That it was. You know, you're much more 'freaky' than I thought. Heh. And I figured after seven years, there was nothing that you could do to throw me off like that."
Cissnei laughed, her breath raspy and her throat dry. "Silly. I'm a TURK."
!#$%^&*()
The next morning, Cissnei awoke to an empty bed, and a horrible feeling of anxiety. Something was very wrong. She rolled out of bed, hissing quietly as the bruises on her arms and hips made themselves very well known, and hurried into her clothes.
She found Yazoo in the mess hall, a very dirty Sytherea, and surprisingly unkempt Shelke before him.
She felt dread take her, those pesky insecurities taking over and flooding her mind.
'Something's happened. That has to be it. I should have known better... This group can't have happiness without pain following immediately!'
She then noticed something that had her heart pounding in painful fear.
"Where's Reeve?" She asked, her voice shaking. Yazoo turned at the sound of her voice.
Sytherea quickly explained what happened, as tears welled up in Cissnei's eyes.
"And Vincent?" She asked, worried for her fellow TURK... even if he wasn't technically a TURK anymore, and hadn't been in decades.
"He's on his way to Mideel to meet with Sukai and Seph-"
"What?" Yazoo hissed. "She said they were going to Kalm!"
Sytherea stuttered. "Oh Leviathan, I thought you knew!"
"Knew what?" He snarled.
Sytherea gulped. She knew that Sukai would be angry with her, but it was too late, now. If she didn't tell him, he would follow Sukai, and that would end very badly.
"She went to get your father, Yazoo."
Cissnei held her breath as she watched the color drain from her lover's face and he swayed on his feet, the news that very soon, his father, the man whom had abandoned him to a life of pain and hell, was going to be in the same place. Hell, the knowledge that he was still alive had to have been quite a shock.
And if she couldn't keep Yazoo on the airship, if she couldn't convince him not to go after Sukai, then the island of Mideel would become something else.
Her thoughts defaulted to the language that Yazoo often used around her – his native language, the term fitting for the melancholy and darkness that she knew they would be experiencing in a very short time.
Île de la Mort.
She took a shuddering breath when Yazoo plopped down onto the metal table behind him, knowing that he had to sit down before he fell down.
Again, Yazoo's words echo through her mind, and this time, she knew the answer to last night's question.
"At what point does pain become pleasure? For that matter, at what point does pleasure become pain?"

Island of Death – French. I've decided that in the world of Harmony, while the lay of the land is different, the places/languages will carry over from Earth to Gaia. This means that (in my own personal opinion) Wutai would be like China, Cosmo like Japan, and because I said so, Banora and Mideel are like France. Just cause. It won't be a big thing, just a little more on their backgrounds :)
- 25
- 26
- 27
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Legacy of the Lifestream