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Let Him In	By : GodOfInsanity Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 2233 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Square Enix’s Final Fantasy 7 or its characters. Nor do I own Morrissey’s passage, either. I do not profit from any of it. I just had an itch to write this, so I did.

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Chapter warning(s): Language, Slight implications of M/M Yaoi, Masturbation, Amnesiac/Mute Sephiroth

“It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.”-Marcus Aurelius

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CH03: Beginning

A week quietly passed without any serious incident. Sephiroth still didn’t speak, but he seemed to comprehend more and more with each passing day. There was an intelligent gleam to his eyes that implied that he wasn’t an invalid and that he was indeed learning in spite of the severe memory loss. Being physically healthy and a fast learner, Sephiroth could now do more for himself and didn’t require Cloud unless he was confused by something in particular. He could even ride with Cloud without having to be strapped to the blond. The silver-haired man even seemed to enjoy the rides as much as Cloud himself did.
One little quirk about the green-eyed man was that he followed Cloud everywhere. If the blond went outside, Sephiroth would follow immediately. If Cloud went anywhere, period, the amnesiac was right there along with him. It didn’t exactly bother the blond per se, but it was something that he wasn’t used to.
Strangest of all Sephiroth’s odd little quirks, he wouldn’t sleep alone. Even when Cloud forced him to lay down in the room he had given to Sephiroth, the silver-haired man would leave his bed to seek the blond out. He would then crawl into Cloud’s bed like an overgrown child and latch onto him tightly as if the blond were his mommy.
Tired from a full day of work AND baby-sitting the amnesiac, Cloud had stopped bothering to protest at all. He was just too tired to care and even though it was Sephiroth, it didn’t irk him that much. The first few nights were incrediably awkward for the blond man, but after a week of Seph sleeping curled up to him, he began to grow used to it. He didn’t even bother to try and force the bigger man to go back to his own bed. It was kind of comforting in a way to have someone there and to wake up to them still being there in the morning.
There was a problem, though. Cloud was gay. That meant that having Sephiroth on him, lying next to him, and touching him, was having an unwanted, adverse effect on him. The man was sexy and he was hot. He was all the things the blond found attractive in another man. Well, minus the homicidal, psychopathic, and insane qualities.
In spite of everything, Cloud was still attracted to Sephiroth. Ever since boyhood, that was the man he had adored and worshipped. In adolescence, that was the man he had had a raging crush on. No matter how hard and how bad things were, it was always hard to shake off all of the feelings. Love was something that liked to linger for a bit even if it was unwelcome.
So yes, Cloud still found Sephiroth sexually appealing. So much so that it took all of his strength not to shove Seph on his back or stomach to fuck him. The only thing that kept his beast at bay was Sephiroth’s childlike innocence.
It was startling how many different feelings this man inspired Cloud to feel. It was so conflicting that it was like being burned and frozen at the same time. No one else had ever made him feel such a chaotic combination of hate, love, desire, lust, agony, sorrow, joy, and more. It was all tightly meshed together in a cage inside of his troubled soul. He couldn’t even tell the emotions apart anymore. It was as if every feeling and emotion had melted into one.
In short, Cloud felt like he was fucked, and no, not in the way that he’d like.

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Early one morning, the blond man headed outside to take care of the Chocobos. Like clockwork, the silver-haired man followed him outside like a puppy on his heels.
Out of the corner of his eye, Cloud watched as the taller male lowered himself to the ground. He sat with his legs criss-crossed on the ground and watched quietly as the blond fed the birds. Even though he technically stalked Cloud, he was getting much better at giving the smaller male the space that he needed. He had learned what the blond had needed without Cloud having to express his feelings on the matter.
Grabbing a shovel in one hand, Cloud hopped over the fence easily enough. He landed effortlessly in the enclosure and strode over to the wheel barrow. He then pulled it over to the far end of the pen where the Chocobos disposed of their waste. They were smart animals and knew better than to urinate and defecate wherever they walked.
Even though Cloud zoned out, he was still quick and efficient as he scooped up their droppings and dropped them into the wheelbarrow. Since he did this pretty much every morning, he usually didn’t have much to shovel up come the next day.
The slighter man didn’t seem to notice that the silver Chicobo was eyeballing him something fierce. Its feathers were all ruffled up as it strutted around in agitation. It didn’t particularly enjoy being collared and chained. After clawing at the ground several times, it decided to try pulling at the chain again. It tugged and yanked at the chain until somehow, it pulled free.
A rush of wind and a pained squawk finally knocked Cloud out of his stupor. Blinking, he immediately stopped what he was doing. Thrusting the shovel into the ground, he turned around and looked towards the commotion.
Standing less than three feet away was Sephiroth…with the Chicobo’s neck gripped tightly in his hand. All the juvenile had received in warning was some tightening pressure from the silver-haired man’s hand. The silver bird looked like it desperately wanted to struggle, but it remained still because it was smart enough not to push for death.
Cloud didn’t know what to say, so he merely uttered, “Seph…”
The green-eyed man nodded curtly and promptly released the bird. He kept his narrowed eyes focused on the Chicobo as it slinked away in humiliated defeat. There was a silent threat in his eyes and stance that told the juvenile that if it tried anything again, he would do more than just give him temporary neck pain.
Feeling stupid for being caught off his guard, Cloud scratched the back of his head and mumbled, “Thanks. I didn’t even see him coming…”
Someone else would have laughed or remarked that he should have been paying attention, but Sephiroth did neither of those things. He merely nodded curtly and then walked back to the spot he had been previously sitting in. There was no judgment in his face as he watched from afar. If there was anything in his eyes, it seemed to be concern.
Cloud didn’t know which Sephiroth troubled him more; the crazy one or the caring one.

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The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. Cloud spent several hours in the morning repairing this and that, tending after the Chocobos, and other tedious chores. Some of the things he did weren’t all that necessary for him to do, but he was a busybody. He couldn’t stand being idle.
When he had finished with everything, the blond then entered the house and went straight for the bathroom. Peeling off all of his sullied clothes, he turned on the shower and stepped underneath the hot spray of water. Sighing, he tensed up when he thought he had heard a noise.
It was nothing.
Part of him was afraid the silver-haired man would walk in and join him in the bathroom. Sometimes Sephiroth opted to take showers with him and Cloud was very uncomfortable with that since it was hard to hide an erection when he was, well, naked.
Perhaps Sephiroth was also picking up on the fact that Cloud needed some alone time. Whatever reason it was, the blond appreciated it nonetheless.
For several long minutes, he stood under the hot water. All his tense muscles slightly loosened up as he slowly relaxed. It was extremely difficult to relax when he knew his former enemy was somewhere in the house, his house, doing Gaia knows what.
Cloud cursed himself for thinking about the ex-General while he was in the shower. He could feel himself becoming erect already. Instead of changing the setting to cold water or thinking repulsive thoughts to will it away, he reached down and gripped his manhood. This was a good stress reducer and getting rid of the problem now while he was alone was a better idea.
Leaning his head against the tile of the shower wall, Cloud used his free hand for support against the wall as he jacked off. He wanted it over as soon as possible, but mere physical stimulation wasn’t enough for him. Thoughts of other men didn’t seem to help much. They just left him feeling cold and unaffected. He was trying his hardest not to think about someone in particular.
Screwing his eyes shut tight and gritting his teeth, Cloud growled. Flashes of green eyes gazed back at him from the darkness of his closed eyes. Images of a gorgeous face and a strong, fit body flashed in his mind as well. Before he could stop himself, the blond saw that body splayed out before him with those long, strong legs parted enticingly. He then saw that hand stroking down over a smooth, broad chest and then over chiseled abs. It didn’t take long for that hand to reach that impressive organ sprung up between powerful thighs. Long fingers then wrapped around that erection in such a way that instantly had Cloud seeing white as he came.
Panting, the blond turned and leaned against the shower wall so that the water would wash away all evidence of his pleasure. In his fantasy, Sephiroth had barely touched himself and the blond had already released. Pathetic.

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After his shower, the blond had quickly dried and dressed himself. He next chose to walk around in search of the object of his, ahem, rather abrupt fantasy.
Sephiroth was lying on the couch watching television. Or at least, he was at some point. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was asleep. He was lying on his stomach and his arm had fallen off the couch. His hand was near the forgotten remote control on the ground. Seph looked even more like an angel when he slept.
Half-smiling, Cloud gingerly seated himself near the dozing man in an effort not to wake him up. Picking up the remote, he changed the channel to something that was slightly more interesting or at least, fairly tolerable. He didn’t really care that much for TV, but it was something he had come to live with. Something about the noise and the light comforted him in some small way. It was better than the disconcerting silence of the house.
As if sensing that the blond was nearby, the silver-haired male moved until he was lying in Cloud’s lap. After awhile, he changed positions again by wrapping both arms around the blond. He then buried his face in the slighter male’s stomach, which was dangerously close to his groin.
Cloud stared down at the half-slumbering ex-General. He didn’t have the heart to shove him off, and he really didn’t want to, either. If they were both comfortable like this, then it didn’t really matter.
One hand dropped down to gently play with Sephiroth’s long, silken hair. Admittedly, it was a guilty pleasure of his, to touch the man’s beautiful hair. Sephiroth didn’t seem to mind it and in fact seemed to relish having his hair touched. It also seemed to calm them both down to the brink of sleep.
It was late afternoon, but Cloud felt exhausted nevertheless. After an hour of channel surfing and stroking Sephiroth’s hair, he put the remote down and leaned his head back. He closed his eyes while he still continued to slowly stroke that silky hair. Each touch got slower and slower as he felt his consciousness slowly fade away…
But before he could enjoy his nap, he was rudely woken up by Sephiroth moving around. Glancing down at the ex-General, Cloud was mildly surprised to see those emerald eyes of his staring intently up at him.
“What’s wrong, Seph? You hungry or something?” Cloud asked even though he really didn’t expect an answer. The most he ever got from the silver-haired man was a nod or a shake of his head.
Sephiroth didn’t move or say anything. He merely stared up at Cloud as if there was something he desperately wanted to do or say. He partially looked like he might be in pain.
Slightly worried, the blond touched Sephiroth’s forehead with the back of his hand to check for a fever. Feeling none, he then felt compelled to touch the man’s anxious face in an effort to comfort him. “Seph? Are you ok?”
Sephiroth slowly nodded.
The blond didn’t even bother to ask any more questions. Whatever it was, it would probably go away soon enough. For all he knew, the ex-General had probably had another one of his nightmares and was spooked by it.
Leaning back again and closing his eyes, he resumed stroking Sephiroth’s hair. The weary blond was not at all prepared for what came next.
“Cloud,” whispered Sephiroth.

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To Be Continued
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