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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
39
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1,211
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
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I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
Sanctuary
Title: Sanctuary
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Word Count: 912
Pairings: The Pack, The Pride
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of nudity and Hojo
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: The resulting overreaction to that statement was probably heard all over the Shinra building.
A/N: Written from prompt: One of the Turks comes to the Pack for advice. They've become Hojo's new test subjects now that SOLDIERs are off-limits. 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.
Sephiroth’s eyes snapped open in the dark. Their eerie mako glow casting a faint, green light across his face and illuminating his strong features that showed a faintly confused expression.
Someone was knocking at the door.
The silver wolf extracted himself from the pile of warm bodies in the den. He heard the pitiful whine of one of his mates and shushed them with a gentle hand smoothing over soft fur.
The pounding came again and Sephiroth, nude, paced quickly out of the den and into the living room. He bent down slightly to peer through the spy-hole.
The Turks, of all people, were outside looking rather the worse for wear.
The door opened silently on well-oiled tracks to admit the bedraggled looking band of cats. “The Pride” as they’d started calling them slunk inside with two or three of them constantly watching the rear. They didn’t remark on the silver wolf’s nudity. Probably because they spent just as much time naked as the canines did.
Sephiroth huffed the air that surrounded the cats instinctively.
Fear.
They were afraid, the Pride. And Sephiroth knew exactly what had them so heavily on alert, if his smell was a reliable indicator of anything. Labs. They smelled like the labs. The scent of makobloodpain was thick on them in layers of putrid stench. Sephiroth’s fine nose wrinkled in aversion to the smell.
“You all need a bath,” he remarked with a vigorous shake of his head as if he could forcefully remove the smell from his nostrils.
The resulting overreaction to that statement was probably heard all over the Shinra building. As it was, the rest of the pack was up and out of the den within moments. The wolves were ready for a fight, tails held high and hackles up. The Turks reached a new level of earsplitting screeching as the threat of barking dogs upped their level of utter panic.
It was Cloud, of all people, that calmed everyone down.
“Everyone SHUT UP!” the blond bellowed.
The silence that followed was so complete the occupants of the room could hear the sound of individual hairs brushing across each other as they once again lie flat.
“Can we stay here?” Reno asked. The redhead was terribly quiet, and his voice lacked his usual spunk and cheerfulness.
“Why?” Angeal grumbled. He was the alpha, the undisputed leader of their pack, and having another group of hunters, rivals, in his territory made him terribly uneasy. This was his ground and his pack and his females. It was one thing to share with Sephiroth, who deferred to him in almost all matters that involved the Pack. Outside their den, Sephiroth was General and leader. But here…Angeal ruled.
Having another set of hybrids here could severely upset the balance.
“Sanctuary,” Tseng whispered.
“Please,” Elena gasped. She leaned heavily against the huge body of Rude. They could smell blood and the sharp tang of metalsharpcutting that still touched her skin.
Angeal growled softly in his throat, a soft almost puzzled sound. How could he possibly turn them away? He wouldn’t like it, and his need to rule his own territory would be chaffed horribly. But…he couldn’t leave them to fend for themselves. They weren’t like the Pack. They didn’t have quite the same leverage. Mainly, the Pride didn’t have the amount of sheer power the Pack did. They were used for a different purpose; more along the lines of subterfuge and assassinations. To say no…that was to sign their own death warrant. Other Turks, those not experimented on, would just as easily kill one of their own. The hybrids were a part of something greater now. Where before, they were each separate entities working for the same department. Now, they were Pride and they belonged to one another in a bond stronger than any plain Turk could imagine. They had to protect on another, and that meant protecting each other from the rest of the Turks.
That meant…meant the Pack was their only hope. They were the only entity strong enough to protect them.
Maybe together…they could protect each other from Hojo.
“Fine,” Angeal sighed.
The felines visibly relaxed.
“Thank you,” Tseng sighed. The rest of the felines bowed their heads in thanks. “I promise you that we will not be a burden.”
“Speak for yourself,” Reno muttered. Now that he felt safe, a little of his old humor was restored.
“Be good,” Rude growled and smacked his partner on the back of his head.
Angeal sighed and gestured to everyone. “Come, let’s go to bed.”
Both canines and felines filed into the bedroom. It was…awkward to say the least. The pack, still nude from their previous sleep, settled in to their accustomed spots.
Without any compunction, the Pride stripped of their own clothes. Those that couldn’t quite remove their own were helped by their mates. Elena, the worst off, moved instinctually toward the middle of the pile of wolves. They made room and slipped her small, pale body between Genesis and Cloud. Others slipped in, one after the other, until a rather large pile of bodies ended up in the middle of the den.
It was strange. Different bodies, different smells. However, it was still warm and safe. Even more safe now.
For the first time in much too long, the Pride fell asleep feeling protected and secure.
Most of the Pack fell asleep trying very, very had not to chase one of the cats up a tree.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Word Count: 912
Pairings: The Pack, The Pride
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of nudity and Hojo
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: The resulting overreaction to that statement was probably heard all over the Shinra building.
A/N: Written from prompt: One of the Turks comes to the Pack for advice. They've become Hojo's new test subjects now that SOLDIERs are off-limits. 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.
Sephiroth’s eyes snapped open in the dark. Their eerie mako glow casting a faint, green light across his face and illuminating his strong features that showed a faintly confused expression.
Someone was knocking at the door.
The silver wolf extracted himself from the pile of warm bodies in the den. He heard the pitiful whine of one of his mates and shushed them with a gentle hand smoothing over soft fur.
The pounding came again and Sephiroth, nude, paced quickly out of the den and into the living room. He bent down slightly to peer through the spy-hole.
The Turks, of all people, were outside looking rather the worse for wear.
The door opened silently on well-oiled tracks to admit the bedraggled looking band of cats. “The Pride” as they’d started calling them slunk inside with two or three of them constantly watching the rear. They didn’t remark on the silver wolf’s nudity. Probably because they spent just as much time naked as the canines did.
Sephiroth huffed the air that surrounded the cats instinctively.
Fear.
They were afraid, the Pride. And Sephiroth knew exactly what had them so heavily on alert, if his smell was a reliable indicator of anything. Labs. They smelled like the labs. The scent of makobloodpain was thick on them in layers of putrid stench. Sephiroth’s fine nose wrinkled in aversion to the smell.
“You all need a bath,” he remarked with a vigorous shake of his head as if he could forcefully remove the smell from his nostrils.
The resulting overreaction to that statement was probably heard all over the Shinra building. As it was, the rest of the pack was up and out of the den within moments. The wolves were ready for a fight, tails held high and hackles up. The Turks reached a new level of earsplitting screeching as the threat of barking dogs upped their level of utter panic.
It was Cloud, of all people, that calmed everyone down.
“Everyone SHUT UP!” the blond bellowed.
The silence that followed was so complete the occupants of the room could hear the sound of individual hairs brushing across each other as they once again lie flat.
“Can we stay here?” Reno asked. The redhead was terribly quiet, and his voice lacked his usual spunk and cheerfulness.
“Why?” Angeal grumbled. He was the alpha, the undisputed leader of their pack, and having another group of hunters, rivals, in his territory made him terribly uneasy. This was his ground and his pack and his females. It was one thing to share with Sephiroth, who deferred to him in almost all matters that involved the Pack. Outside their den, Sephiroth was General and leader. But here…Angeal ruled.
Having another set of hybrids here could severely upset the balance.
“Sanctuary,” Tseng whispered.
“Please,” Elena gasped. She leaned heavily against the huge body of Rude. They could smell blood and the sharp tang of metalsharpcutting that still touched her skin.
Angeal growled softly in his throat, a soft almost puzzled sound. How could he possibly turn them away? He wouldn’t like it, and his need to rule his own territory would be chaffed horribly. But…he couldn’t leave them to fend for themselves. They weren’t like the Pack. They didn’t have quite the same leverage. Mainly, the Pride didn’t have the amount of sheer power the Pack did. They were used for a different purpose; more along the lines of subterfuge and assassinations. To say no…that was to sign their own death warrant. Other Turks, those not experimented on, would just as easily kill one of their own. The hybrids were a part of something greater now. Where before, they were each separate entities working for the same department. Now, they were Pride and they belonged to one another in a bond stronger than any plain Turk could imagine. They had to protect on another, and that meant protecting each other from the rest of the Turks.
That meant…meant the Pack was their only hope. They were the only entity strong enough to protect them.
Maybe together…they could protect each other from Hojo.
“Fine,” Angeal sighed.
The felines visibly relaxed.
“Thank you,” Tseng sighed. The rest of the felines bowed their heads in thanks. “I promise you that we will not be a burden.”
“Speak for yourself,” Reno muttered. Now that he felt safe, a little of his old humor was restored.
“Be good,” Rude growled and smacked his partner on the back of his head.
Angeal sighed and gestured to everyone. “Come, let’s go to bed.”
Both canines and felines filed into the bedroom. It was…awkward to say the least. The pack, still nude from their previous sleep, settled in to their accustomed spots.
Without any compunction, the Pride stripped of their own clothes. Those that couldn’t quite remove their own were helped by their mates. Elena, the worst off, moved instinctually toward the middle of the pile of wolves. They made room and slipped her small, pale body between Genesis and Cloud. Others slipped in, one after the other, until a rather large pile of bodies ended up in the middle of the den.
It was strange. Different bodies, different smells. However, it was still warm and safe. Even more safe now.
For the first time in much too long, the Pride fell asleep feeling protected and secure.
Most of the Pack fell asleep trying very, very had not to chase one of the cats up a tree.