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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 humor, Yaoi M/M, Amnesiac Sephiroth

“Man is free; yet we must not suppose that he is at liberty to do everything he pleases, for he becomes a slave the moment he allows his actions to be ruled by passion.”-Giacomo Casanova

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CH07: Vehemence

Shutting off Fenrir, Cloud gingerly eased himself off of the bike. He felt sore and stiff from riding Fenrir for several hours nonstop, but he cherished the feeling nonetheless.
Rolling his stiff, tight shoulders, Cloud glanced around almost warily.
It was too quiet.
Surveying the area again, he noticed that Vincent’s vehicle was gone. Odd…
Slightly alarmed by this, the blond hurried inside the house. It was even quieter once he was inside the unlit dwelling.
“Seph? Vincent? Where are you? Seph!” Cloud called out as he strode briskly throughout his silent, lifeless house.
No answer.
Beginning to fear the worst, Cloud felt panic bubbling up in of him, but he did not let it show. On the outside, his pale face looked icily neutral. Apathetic.
Not finding them inside the residence, Cloud rushed back outside as if he might have missed them somehow. Scanning his surroundings, the blond found nothing in his line of sight. He then called out their names again several times, each time louder. But it was in vain.
Cursing a storm, he would have put Cid to shame had the pilot been around to witness such an uncharacteristic, albeit slightly humorous act.
Pacing back and forth like a caged beast, Cloud felt his skin heat up unbearably as his stomach knotted up and his chest constricted to the point that it hurt.
Quickly running his hands through his hay-colored spikes, Cloud paced even faster. He didn’t know what to do. A few dozen grimy, nasty scenarios flashed through his mind in a matter of seconds. That line of thinking didn’t seem to help him at all.
Gripping his hair tightly in violent fistfuls, he nearly pulled out his own hair in frustration. What should he do? Where the hell were they? And why did they just…leave? Did something happen? Maybe Seph finally snapped or maybe Vincent went against his word…
And then it was at that moment that Cloud realized something: his cell phone.
In his panic, he had forgotten to check it. The first thing he should have done was call Vincent. Idiot…
Fishing his neglected phone out of the pocket of his pants, cloud was about to look at it when he felt a slight vibration in the ground. He then heard something quiet, yet obviously mechanic approaching fast, yet cautiously. It looked like Vincent’s car.
Slipping his phone back into his pocket, the blond stood immobile while he watched warily as the car got closer. It didn’t take him long until he had to squint his eyes since the headlights were too bright for his sensitive, enhanced blue eyes.
Cloud impatiently waited as the car ultimately stopped and then shut off. He kept shifting his weight from foot to foot and unclenching and clenching his fists. C’mon, c’mon…
The first person to step out of the stationary automobile was Sephiroth.
The blond instantly felt relief and happiness flood through him like water bursting through a cracked dam. The silver-haired man wasn’t dead nor did he appear injured. If anything, he looked bored and sleepy. But all in all, what was truly important was that Seph was all right.
Sephiroth froze on the spot when he locked eyes with the shorter male.
As soon as Vincent stepped out, Cloud’s relief and joy morphed into mixed feelings of anger, betrayal, and hurt. He was fucking pissed now, if the feeling of red hot anger coursing through him was any indication of it.
Cloud was pissed, but even that was an understatement.

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The ex-Turk didn’t need to have eyes to conclude that there was a problem. His friend was angry, no, enraged, by the looks and feel of it. He hadn’t seen Cloud this angry since…well, since all those years ago when they were chasing after Sephiroth. And all those other times, Cloud’s rage had been directed at the ex-General, and certainly not at him or anyone else.
It didn’t take a genius or a madman to figure out that Cloud was pissed at him. The dark-haired man wasn’t a stranger to anger. For a very long time, he himself had been burdened with so much rage and hatred that it seemed to have consumed him completely. After all, anyone who had suffered under Hojo’s cruel experimentations would have felt the very same things themselves. It didn’t help that Vincent shared his body with demons and especially with one called Chaos that liked to fight him for control. Fortunately, Vincent had a strong will and had learned to keep that beast at bay.
Vincent wasn’t afraid. No, there wasn’t much these days that could make him tremble or even blink an eye. Yet that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned or wary of his friend. The fact that he had come all this way was proof enough that he did care and that he was concerned.
The ruby-eyed man chose to remain silent. His instincts told him to wait, and not to say or do anything stupid. He was treading on very dangerous ground right now and he knew it.
Upon closer inspection, the raven-haired male noticed something peculiar. Something about Cloud was very off. His stance was very aggressive and almost primal as if he were about to defend his territory. Even his eyes were quite strange. The irises were brighter than normal and the pupils were enlarged to the point that it made him resemble a wolf.
“Sephiroth. Get. Over. Here. Now,” ground out Cloud in a clipped, low tone that left no room for discussion. He didn’t remove his eyes from Vincent, but he did motion with one hand for the tallest of the three to move.
The green-eyed man felt pinpricks of irritation at being ordered around like a child. Being baby-sat by Vincent as if he were a mere child had put him in sour spirits and now Cloud was treating him the same way. He didn’t like it. It wasn’t bravery or stupidity that spurred his next action. He felt…rebellious now. He then narrowed his eyes and declared, “No.”
The blond narrowed his eyes, too. He stepped forward one step and looked like he might leap over and bite Sephiroth in the neck. Only, he didn’t. He turned his bright-eyed feral gaze on the ex-General and then growled out, “Don’t try me, Sephiroth. I’m not in the mood. Get your ass over here now.”
Whatever rebellious streak that had been festering in the silver-haired man seemed to disappear completely. Not liking it, but deciding it was the best choice, Sephiroth slowly slinked over to the shorter male. Once he was close enough, the blond grabbed him by the upper arm and jerked him behind Cloud so fast as if he were a woman or piece of property.
Even though he was miffed at being manhandled like that, another part of Sephiroth was strangely enjoying the rough, alpha-like treatment. Cloud was normally nothing like this. He was always firm, yet patient with him. He didn’t know what to think about this and thought it best if he kept quiet for now. The silver-haired male knew he had tested Cloud enough for one day.
Nothing was said and no one moved for several long minutes.

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It was Cloud who chose to break the silence. “Seph, have you eaten anything?”
“No,” quietly murmured Sephiroth from his position half behind the blond. He hadn’t dared to move an inch, yet.
“Open the right saddlebag on Fenrir. There should be a white box in there. I want you to take it, go inside the house, and eat what it contains. Understood?”
The silver-haired male nodded slowly. He didn’t really want to move since he wanted to see what Cloud was going to do to Valentine. Yes, he had taken to calling Vincent by his last name. For whatever reasons, he refused to call him Vincent. It sounded too…friendly.
“Go now,” sharply ordered Cloud when the man behind him hadn’t budged.
Nodding curtly, Sephiroth did as he was told. He strode over to the bike and opened the saddlebag. It didn’t take him long to find the white box. It looked strange to him, yet familiar. Something he couldn’t quite remember. Picking it up, he scrutinized it closely, but nothing came to him. Sighing, he closed the bag and reluctantly made his way into the house with the little box in tow.
Once he was certain that Sephiroth was out of earshot, Cloud trained his bright blue eyes on his longtime friend. His voice matched his eyes in the way that it resembled steel. “I don’t even know what to say to you, Vincent.”
“Cloud,” sighed the gunman.
“What were you thinking?”
“Nothing happened. He’s fine,” replied Vincent in a weary tone. He wasn’t in the mood for a lecture and he wasn’t about to spit out excuses.
Cloud crossed his strong arms over his well-developed chest. In the years away from his friends, he had filled out and gained a more powerful build; however, he would always be shorter than most of his male friends.
“Where did you take him?”
The ex-Turk was tempted to roll his eyes. Oh, here we go. Interrogation time. “He wanted to go to Schönnbach. He was going to walk there, so I took him there.”
“Why didn’t you contact me?”
“I tried. You didn’t answer. I left a message,” replied Vincent who finished the sentence in his head, as usual.
“What does that tell you?”
“…” Vincent said nothing. He had a feeling he wasn’t actually supposed to answer that question.
“That tells you not to fucking go anywhere, dammit. That tells you to wait for me to call you back, or to wait until I return. For Gaia’s sake, you could have left a fucking note on the door or something,” ground out Cloud in a low, angry voice that was steadily rising in pitch.
“I did not think of that, Cloud,” honestly answered Vincent. He really hadn’t, though. At the time he was more concerned about not losing sight of Sephiroth. The man was unpredictable and Gaia only knows what he could do. During that time, Vincent had been too preoccupied with keeping Sephiroth in his line of vision lest something snatch him up or he burst out a wing and flew off. There was no telling what could have happened.
In a flat tone, Cloud repeated, “You did not think of that.”
“…”
The anger seemed to simmer down a bit as the blond took a few moments to close his eyes and breathe. When he was calmer, he then chose to speak, “I appreciate what you tried to do, and for keeping Seph safe, but I don’t think you understand.”
“Enlighten me then.”
“Sephiroth is mine. He is not yours and not that bitch’s. He belongs to me and with me only. I am responsible for him in every way. I’m warning you right now, Vincent: The next time you do something stupid and reckless, I will not hesitate to cut you down,” proclaimed Cloud in his deadly, somber promise. He meant every single word of it.
This was the second time today that Vincent had been surprised by something. He didn’t know what to say in reply to that. What could you say about your friend promising to kill you if you make another mistake? Something was wrong with Cloud. He was not completely himself. It seemed that Sephiroth had a hold over him that not even someone like the ex-Turk could understand.
Vincent let an inaudible sigh pass his lips. He knew that he had been in the wrong and that most of what Cloud had said had been right. He didn’t understand the nature of Cloud’s relationship with their enemy, well, supposedly ex-enemy, but he would have to accept it for now.
“I apologize, Cloud,” said Vincent and he meant it.
Most of the tension and the anger seemed to disperse after that. The blond nodded slowly before turning his gaze back to the house. He started to walk towards it, but after a few moments, he stopped. “You are welcome to stay here, Vincent. As a guest. I’m sure you know where the guest room is…”
“Thank you. I may stay a couple of days, if you don’t mind.”
Cloud looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “You can stay longer than that, Vincent. I may have just chewed you out, but that doesn’t mean you’re not my friend.”
As soon as the blond had entered the house and was out of sight, Vincent smiled.

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Sephiroth sat at the dinner table and stared down into the contents of the box. He recognized some of the contents. There was some fried chicken, some stir fried rice, and something that looked like beans. There was also some round, scaly object that smelled weird. It was rolled up with some other things. He didn’t know what to make of it, so he ignored it for the time being and focused on eating the other food items that he could identify. He was by no means a picky eater, but he liked to know what he was putting into his mouth before he tried it.
Once he was finished with everything else, the silver-haired man eyed the roll again. He picked it up and scrutinized it closely. Whatever it was, Cloud wanted him to eat it and he knew the blond would be cross with him if he didn’t at least try it.
Pursing his thin lips, Sephiroth glared at the thing as if it were the cause of all his problems. Giving himself a mental pep talk, he inhaled and then exhaled deeply before he finally took a small bite of the offending thing.
It was…odd. He didn’t hate it, per se, but the texture was weird. It tasted uncooked and tasted suspiciously like fish. Sephiroth didn’t hate fish or seafood, but he wasn’t sure he liked eating any meat raw. That and the texture of this raw fish felt all wrong to him. In spite of his slight disgust, he finished it all. Thank Gaia there was only one and it was small, too.
Picking up the empty paper white box, he carried it to the trash and threw it away. He was somewhat of a neat freak and didn’t like to leave any mess anywhere for long no matter how small it was. He even cleaned up after Cloud when the blond left a can or plate here and there. Cloud wasn’t messy nor was he lazy, but the problem being was that he didn’t automatically put anything where it should be. He liked to take his time and get around it. Thing was, Sephiroth was the opposite. He liked having everything orderly and promptly taken care of.
Some days ago, Cloud had told him to relax and had muttered something about him being anal retentive. That he should loosen up some and stop being a tightwad.
Sephiroth didn’t quite agree with that and accused Cloud of being too “loose” and that if he wanted to be that way, fine, but Sephiroth wasn’t going to be loose like him.
Perhaps it was the way he had said it, or just the words, but a strange look had come over Cloud. He had then muttered something under his breath and hurried out of the room.
Sephiroth stared down at the receptacle a moment before he closed it. He shook his head with a slight smile. It would seem the only memories he could recall these days were of Cloud.

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Leaned back against the tub with his long, strong arms draped over the edges of the bathtub, Sephiroth stared up at the ceiling. The hot, fragrant water made him feel lethargic. He didn’t feel compelled to move, so he didn’t.
Closing his green eyes, he thought about nothing as he drifted into some strange state that wasn’t quite sleep. Many minutes passed, yet to him they felt like mere seconds.
He was drifting off to sleep, but before he knew it, he felt a hand on his face. Jerking awake, he looked up to see a pair of bright blue eyes. Sighing, he visibly relaxed and leaned his face into that hand. “Cloud.”
“Having trouble there, Seph? You’re supposed to wash up, not sleep here,” chided Cloud with a half smile. It was always fun to get on the other man’s nerves.
“Oh, shut up,” grumbled Sephiroth as he sat up.
“What’s wrong? Is Sephy gwumpy?”
“You’re the one who’s grumpy, not me,” corrected Sephiroth who stared at the other male from the corners of his eyes. He crossed his arms and then quickly added, “And don’t call me that.”
“I’m not mad anymore, Seph,” sighed Cloud as he knelt beside the tub. He reached over to touch Sephiroth’s hair. “And I was never angry with you. Got it?”
“I know.”
“Good…now are you going to finish up here? I’m tired and would like to sleep sometime tonight while it’s still, you know, dark out.”
Sephiroth rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to kill you in your sleep.”
“I know, but I prefer to sleep when I know you’re taken care of. I can’t rest until I know you’re all right. Get it now?”
The silver-haired man sniffed the air when that same distinct scent of dirt, oil, metal, and grease reached his nostrils. He wrinkled his nose and pointed out, “You smell. You’re not going to bed smelling like that. You should get washed up, too.”
“I guess you’re right,” Cloud replied sheepishly. He then stood up and was about to walk out, but was stopped when a strong hand had wrapped around his forearm in an iron grip. He turned his head and looked down at the very naked, yet bubble-covered Sephiroth. “What now? I can’t take a shower if you’re clinging to me, Seph.”
“Don’t waste the water. Just take your clothes off and get in the tub.”
Cloud bit his bottom lip. “I don’t…think that’s such a good idea.”
Sephiroth blinked. “Why not?”
“Fine. Scoot up, then,” conceded a weary Cloud who then proceeded to remove articles of his clothing. He felt somewhat self-conscious when he noticed that Sephiroth was lazily watching him. Focusing on something else, he then said as an afterthought, “I guess I’ll wash your back.”
Sephiroth nodded and slowly scooted over towards the faucet until there was more than enough room for Cloud to fit in. Thank Gaia the bathtub was big enough to fit them both comfortably.
Once Cloud was stripped bare, he stepped into the bathtub behind Sephiroth and gingerly sank into the blissfully hot water. It felt deliriously good on his sore, taut muscles. He had almost forgotten what his purpose was until he heard the other man cough.
“Oh, right, sorry,” mumbled Cloud who reached over and scooped up clumps of Sephiroth’s soaked hair, which insisted on stubbornly clinging to his backside. When all of the hair was hanging over his left shoulder, the blond ran his hand down Seph’s backside. He noted how the flesh seemed to melt under his fingertips.
“You’re going to need this,” said Sephiroth who handed Cloud a clean washcloth that had yet to touch a drop of water.
Soaking the washcloth and then adding some body wash to it, Cloud lathered it up really well before he started scrubbing at the other man’s back. He focused or tried to, on working on getting him clean and tried not to notice the close proximity of the naked ex-General.
Cloud worked over every inch of skin from the lower back to the upper back, and even to the shoulders. He ran the cloth down over each of Sephiroth’s motionless arms. He didn’t notice how close the ex-General was to him until he felt the man’s back press against his chest. Slightly surprised, yet not put off by this, Cloud chose to take advantage of this by running the cloth over the exposed skin of Seph’s neck.
Sephiroth’s eyes were closed, but he was by no means actually asleep. He looked tranquil and soothed as if he were enjoying Cloud’s ministrations with the washcloth. It never ceased to amaze Cloud how simple little touches from him could completely relax Sephiroth until he was in some sort of trance.
The blond man rubbed the washcloth over Sephiroth’s collarbone in lazy, incongruent circles. He started to drag the cloth down lower until he was scrubbing lightly over the man’s broad chest. The cloth accidentally brushed against one of Sephiroth’s nipples, which caused him to gasp. He arched back against Cloud and his head lolled onto the blond man’s shoulder.
Intrigued by the reaction, the blond slid the cloth over to the other nipple and just as “accidentally” ran it over the other neglected nub. The ex-General gasped again and continued to arch his back as if seeking more contact with the washcloth.
Cloud nuzzled the silver-haired man’s neck as his hand slowly drew lazy circles down over washboard abs. He paid special detail to each abdominal muscle as if each one needed special attention. It didn’t take long until he reached the taller man’s hairless navel. Everything about Sephiroth’s body was smooth and hairless save for the patch of silver curls that was hidden by the bubbles that floated above the water.
The nuzzling to Sephiroth’s neck turned into ghost-like kisses that made the man groan and squirm slightly. Encouraged by his reaction, Cloud’s light kissing turned deeper with a bit more of suck and bite to it that had the silver-haired man moaning low in his throat. If he didn’t stop now, things could get out of hand. But he couldn’t help it since Sephiroth smelled so divine and tasted even better.
The blond inched his hand lower and lower until it disappeared beneath the surface of the water.
Cloud abruptly stopped.
“Cloud.”

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