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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,172
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.
Being Human
Title: Run in Packs Series~Being Human
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Implied Angeal/Genesis, implied Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis
Rating: PG
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: It was ironic that it took becoming an animal to be more human.
It was ironic, really, that it took becoming an animal for Sephiroth to become more human. It was easy now, the gentle and almost unnoticed touches and body language between them. The careful mouthing, gratuitous sniffing, and playful rough-housing between the three of them were hard won on the part of Genesis and Angeal.
Sephiroth had struggled, unable to understand or even want the same things as the other two warriors before the wolf hybridization. Touch was foreign, unwanted, and made Sephiroth exude and aura of do not want. Hugs were almost painful for the silver haired warrior. When he watched the other two Firsts with each other, he couldn’t fathom why they would willingly cuddle each other as they did.
And a kiss? Impossible. Unsanitary. Completely not understood.
After the first hybridization experiments, nothing seemed overtly different at first. Despite the changes in physical appearance and a few enhanced abilities, life went on. As the experiments continued and changed them further, more was distorted than the external.
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Genesis sighed happily as he curled into the larger body of his long-time friend. The heat the big body put off was wonderful, like basking in the heat of a warm summer day. He rubbed his face into Angeal’s knitted sweater for no other reason than it felt good to do so. Angeal’s hand came down from the back of the couch where it had rested to absently stroke the soft fur of the nearly fire-red ears while he used the thumb of his other hand to turn a page the book he had balanced on the arm of the sofa. The redhead turned into the scratching, puffy tail wagging in a lazy, happy flop.
His tail stopped, however, when he caught a glimpse of their roommate.
Sephiroth was watching them with an intensity Genesis had only ever seen on the battlefield. The red wolfling had expected the green eyes to be alight with battle lust or even anger at first, but a second glance showed…need?
The silvery ears that were usually perked up in assertiveness or alert were slicked back with uncertainty.
“Sephiroth?” Genesis asked, voice a little husky with content.
Sephiroth snapped out of his seeming trance. White ears perked back up, looking a little agitated with minute twitches. “Yes?” he questioned, trying to act aloof.
Angeal stopped playing with Genesis’ ears to rest his hand along the strong, slender back of the smaller man. Genesis snuggled deeper in the hold. “Nothing, I guess. You just seemed as if you wanted something.”
Sephiroth shook his head in the negative, eyes returning to his own forgotten texts.
It wasn’t much later that a surreptitious glance toward the silver man revealed the same uncertain look.
“Ok, now I know you want something,” Genesis said with a groan. He shifted himself up and out of his comfortable nest. Shaking himself all over with a disgruntled breath, Genesis stood up and went to Sephiroth…
…who looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Why are you staring?” Genesis demanded, gathering up the book in Sephiroth’s lap so he wouldn’t have anything to distract him.
Sephiroth looked rather undecided. “I’m not staring.”
“Then what are you doing?” Genesis knelt in front of the other man, his chest brushing the front of Sephiroth’s bent legs.
Sephiroth shook his head. “I’m…not sure.”
Genesis, taking a chance, extended his hand to Sephiroth’s face.
The silver wolf flinched hard, almost as if he expected to be struck. It was silly, really, for him to have cringed from such a slow moving, open-palmed hand. What harm could it do him, after all?
Genesis didn’t move his hand from where stopped, just a few inches from Sephiroth’s cheek. Green eyes opened from their unsure clench to gaze at the hand in suspicion. Then, it was almost as if a light turned on inside the silver furred skull. Sephiroth closed his eyes again, this time in long anticipated bliss as he leaned into the gentle hand.
Genesis smiled and slowly began to stroke the warm, soft skin and hair of their silver counterpart. It wasn’t long before Angeal joined him. Positioning himself behind the other man’s chair, Angeal took his time stroking and rubbing the soft-furred ears. If they had been crossed with cats, Sephiroth would have surely been purring.
He might have been anyway, Genesis observed of the deep, rumbling sound issuing from Sephiroth’s chest.
That night they slept together, but not in a sexual way. That came many weeks later in the cold need of a nightmarish night to banish the frigid shadows and horrifying memories. That first night was a puppy pile; all warm bodies, tangled legs, and stroking hands.
It seemed that Sephiroth became a little more approachable, a little more warm, a little more human from then on. No one ever really new what it was about becoming an animal that made him more human, but no one ever complained either.
The simple fact that he smiled, laughed, and touched was enough.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Implied Angeal/Genesis, implied Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis
Rating: PG
Warnings: Anthro
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: It was ironic that it took becoming an animal to be more human.
It was ironic, really, that it took becoming an animal for Sephiroth to become more human. It was easy now, the gentle and almost unnoticed touches and body language between them. The careful mouthing, gratuitous sniffing, and playful rough-housing between the three of them were hard won on the part of Genesis and Angeal.
Sephiroth had struggled, unable to understand or even want the same things as the other two warriors before the wolf hybridization. Touch was foreign, unwanted, and made Sephiroth exude and aura of do not want. Hugs were almost painful for the silver haired warrior. When he watched the other two Firsts with each other, he couldn’t fathom why they would willingly cuddle each other as they did.
And a kiss? Impossible. Unsanitary. Completely not understood.
After the first hybridization experiments, nothing seemed overtly different at first. Despite the changes in physical appearance and a few enhanced abilities, life went on. As the experiments continued and changed them further, more was distorted than the external.
*******************
Genesis sighed happily as he curled into the larger body of his long-time friend. The heat the big body put off was wonderful, like basking in the heat of a warm summer day. He rubbed his face into Angeal’s knitted sweater for no other reason than it felt good to do so. Angeal’s hand came down from the back of the couch where it had rested to absently stroke the soft fur of the nearly fire-red ears while he used the thumb of his other hand to turn a page the book he had balanced on the arm of the sofa. The redhead turned into the scratching, puffy tail wagging in a lazy, happy flop.
His tail stopped, however, when he caught a glimpse of their roommate.
Sephiroth was watching them with an intensity Genesis had only ever seen on the battlefield. The red wolfling had expected the green eyes to be alight with battle lust or even anger at first, but a second glance showed…need?
The silvery ears that were usually perked up in assertiveness or alert were slicked back with uncertainty.
“Sephiroth?” Genesis asked, voice a little husky with content.
Sephiroth snapped out of his seeming trance. White ears perked back up, looking a little agitated with minute twitches. “Yes?” he questioned, trying to act aloof.
Angeal stopped playing with Genesis’ ears to rest his hand along the strong, slender back of the smaller man. Genesis snuggled deeper in the hold. “Nothing, I guess. You just seemed as if you wanted something.”
Sephiroth shook his head in the negative, eyes returning to his own forgotten texts.
It wasn’t much later that a surreptitious glance toward the silver man revealed the same uncertain look.
“Ok, now I know you want something,” Genesis said with a groan. He shifted himself up and out of his comfortable nest. Shaking himself all over with a disgruntled breath, Genesis stood up and went to Sephiroth…
…who looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Why are you staring?” Genesis demanded, gathering up the book in Sephiroth’s lap so he wouldn’t have anything to distract him.
Sephiroth looked rather undecided. “I’m not staring.”
“Then what are you doing?” Genesis knelt in front of the other man, his chest brushing the front of Sephiroth’s bent legs.
Sephiroth shook his head. “I’m…not sure.”
Genesis, taking a chance, extended his hand to Sephiroth’s face.
The silver wolf flinched hard, almost as if he expected to be struck. It was silly, really, for him to have cringed from such a slow moving, open-palmed hand. What harm could it do him, after all?
Genesis didn’t move his hand from where stopped, just a few inches from Sephiroth’s cheek. Green eyes opened from their unsure clench to gaze at the hand in suspicion. Then, it was almost as if a light turned on inside the silver furred skull. Sephiroth closed his eyes again, this time in long anticipated bliss as he leaned into the gentle hand.
Genesis smiled and slowly began to stroke the warm, soft skin and hair of their silver counterpart. It wasn’t long before Angeal joined him. Positioning himself behind the other man’s chair, Angeal took his time stroking and rubbing the soft-furred ears. If they had been crossed with cats, Sephiroth would have surely been purring.
He might have been anyway, Genesis observed of the deep, rumbling sound issuing from Sephiroth’s chest.
That night they slept together, but not in a sexual way. That came many weeks later in the cold need of a nightmarish night to banish the frigid shadows and horrifying memories. That first night was a puppy pile; all warm bodies, tangled legs, and stroking hands.
It seemed that Sephiroth became a little more approachable, a little more warm, a little more human from then on. No one ever really new what it was about becoming an animal that made him more human, but no one ever complained either.
The simple fact that he smiled, laughed, and touched was enough.