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Blonde Ambition	By : sephcounttheways Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Destroy everything you touch today.”

He walked alone along the sidewalk at 4am, no one to hear the pounding of his boots or the song in his throat.

“Destroy me ..this way.”

Not exactly a romantic sort of song, probably quite the opposite, but it went up into the air in such a way that anyone who heard it would have mistaken Sephiroth for a man in love.

“Everything you touch you don’t feel, do not know what you steal.”

Soft. That’s how Cloud felt, tasted, smelled, sounded.. was. Soft.

There were things worrying Sephiroth.

The sort of evil nonsense a person’s mind whispers when they’ve been hurt during their life, when they’d suffered because of others’ lack of genuineness. Worries a person has when they wonder if they’ve given too much, too soon.

Worries a person has when they taste exactly what they’ve been craving. Soft.

Cloud had a crush on him, sure. Cloud wanted to kiss him, sure. But did he.. could he.. he was only.. he’s just having.. he’s just playing.. he’s not.. he wouldn’t.. he doesn’t.

Fears.

“Destroy everything you touch today, please destroy me this way.”

Fear made Sephiroth angry. And every stomp into the sidewalk was breeding more and more fear. By the time he reached HQ, he was almost livid.

“Seeeph!”

He kept stomping.

“You’re leaving a trail!” Zack informed him.

Sephiroth stopped and looked behind him. Smoldering rubber. He lifted up his foot to look underneath. The sole was almost completely gone. Fuck.

His look said it all, and Zack burst into laughter.

Sephiroth continued to his office, less stomp and more plod, and perched on the edge of his desk, inspecting the damage and finally having something to actually be peeved by.

“Sidewalk turn to lava?” Zack joked.

“Just a little.” Sephiroth said dangerously, and started to unzip the now useless boots.

“Oh. What’s wrong?”

“Why aren’t you drunk?” Sephiroth changed the subject, now standing in his office barefoot.

“I am …” Zack seemed to be listening to something close to his ear, “..Sort of. But I’m never too drunk to come in and train the newbies with you!”

“Go home.”

Zack gasped in delight, “I can have the day off!?”

“Yes.”

“..I can’t enjoy walking out on responsibility when you look so glum, buttercup. What’s wrong with you?”

Sephiroth shrugged one shoulder, his mouth becoming a line.

Zack frowned, “No good? Your date go bad?”

A light came on in Sephiroth’s eyes, “No.. It was amazing.”

A slow smile crept onto Zack’s face, “..Looks like maybe someone got a little.. hot and bothered!”

Sephiroth had all the facial capacity to blush, and did, “Very fuckin’ funny. Go home!”

Zack was too drunk to know when to shut up, “Thank God you had on your rubbers!”

“Get the hell out!”

“Yeah! Yeah! And uh, Cloud’s got those big blue eyes… you got any body parts that happen to be big and bl – ”

Zack hit the deck to narrowly miss a fist, then high tailed it down the hall.

After brooding in the silence for less time than he’d care to admit, Sephiroth looked at his ruined boots, and had to laugh.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cloud had a thin sheet of sweat on his face from the various sources of heat on and around him.

There was a crack in the blinds, allowing sunlight to settle across his face. His pillow was body temperature warm underneath his head. His blanket was pulled up to his chin. And a little furry bundle was lying firmly against the back of his neck.

He opened his eyes to find that Cam’s bed was still made and empty. That set off a vibration of worry in his stomach, until he looked at their clock. It was only a little past 8 in the morning, still fairly early. Certainly too early to start arranging a funeral, as his grandmother would say.

But Cam’s absence was the reason behind all of this sweaty discomfort. He had pulled up the covers to his chin to ..hide. He left the blinds halfway open to let the green glow of the city relieve the ..dark. He had called Psycho up onto his bed to watch his back while ..unconscious. Now he was having a hypothermia to pay for his childish stupidity.

Cloud shifted to get out of the suffocating heat, and heard a little groan of protest from behind his head, and a thick yawn.

He snaked his hand up from beneath the blankets, and awkwardly picked Psycho’s dead weight up. He gently placed the animal in the indent his head had left in the pillows, then covered him up, purring in the warmth, already drifting back to cat sleep.

Cloud got up and sleepily stomped into the bathroom, stopping at the mirror.

A tornado of excitement racked his body so hard he gasped.

He looked at his hand. He must have slept on it at some point during the night, because backwards on his forehead, frontways in the mirror, was Sephiroth’s name and phone number.

He’d been kissed!

“I love you, Sephiroth!” Cloud wailed, falling back against the wall. Then he gasped again, shaking his fists in the air and patting down his hair, unsure of where to go or what to do first.

He quickly exited the bathroom to transcribe the phone number, then stripped off his sweat pants for a shower.

“Daddy?”

He stopped naked in the middle of the room, looking at Psycho, “What?”

“Where’s Mommy?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he stayed the night at home.”

“Take me outside. I’ll fuckin’ find him.”

“Let me get a shower first.” Cloud said reasonably. Then he gazed helplessly down at the biggest, saddest brown eyes that the kitten could possibly produce, “.. Wanna come in with me?”

Psycho followed Cloud into the bathroom, where he sat in the usually dry corner of the shower. The water was turned just short of scalding, the kitten poking his paw into the spray to brush along the back of his ears.

Cloud on the other hand, was busy drowning his face in the water and letting his hands linger around his neck and shoulders. He trailed fingers down his sides, then behind him. He cupped and squeezed gently, trying to reproduce the static electric charge Sephiroth’s strong hands carried, even while completely gloved. But he himself was a boring substitute, and gave up to simply wash up, rinse off, and get out.

By the time they got outside, Psycho had forgotten all about the search and rescue mission, and opted to chase around the bright autumn butterflies. Cloud let the leash go slack, giving Psycho a wide radius to play, then sat in the fake upper plate grass. He watched the cat jump around, sniff, eat something, then squeeze out a few little half hearted turds.

Off in the distance was the Shin-Ra building, looking important and beautiful like most of the people inside. Sephiroth was in there, too. Maybe thinking about him? Maybe not.

Only one way to find out! And he didn’t intend to wait another minute.

“Psychopath!”

Upon hearing his full name, the kitten stopped jumping around and huffed, “Whaat?”

“I need to make a call. Enough.”

“We haven’t found Mommy!”

“You’re not even looking for him!”

“Christ Almighty!” Psycho bellowed.

Cloud picked him up and tossed his long, fuzzy body over one shoulder, and made his way to the house phone. At such a relatively early hour after a major party night, the phone was unoccupied, the nook in the hallway empty.

He picked up the receiver and held it in his empty shoulder while he dialed the memorized number. The last digit was a 9. His index finger hovered over the button for several moments, before he pushed and clamped his eyes shut.

There was the classic, generic sound of a ringing; two or three computerized, monotone chimes. Rather anticlimactic, Cloud expected something more like a gong, or perhaps a choir of angels. It rang again. Then one more time before it was cut off.

“Sephiroth speaking.”

“Sephiroth!” There was just a moment of silence while Cloud clutched Psycho to his unoccupied ear, and continued, ” Hello.. It’s me, Cloud Strife.”

Sephiroth chuckled, “I know. I didn’t expect a call so early.”

Damn it! Did he seem desperate now? “Oh. Are you busy?”

“Somewhat.”

“I want to see you.” Cloud winced. What the hell was wrong with his fucking brain to mouth coordination? He had meant to say something like ‘So, what’s up?’ or ‘Great night last night, huh?’. Something fucking appropriate. Now he did sound like a fucking desperate little stupid faggy –

“I wanna see you, too.”

Cloud’s entire face and mind went slack.

“You do?”

“I think we need to talk.”

Psycho started to wiggle from being held so hard, and Cloud let him go a little, “Um. We’re on the phone. Let’s.. talk.”

“I don’t like to talk on the phone.”

Cloud made a face, but he didn’t argue, “Okay..”

“Are you busy this afternoon?”

“No. No way. Even if I was, I wouldn’t be. Anymore.”

Cloud could hear Sephiroth smile over the airwaves, “Alright. I think I can get out of here around noon. We’ll have to take the train back.”

Cloud’s eyes went wide, “..Back where?”

“My place?”

Psycho was squirming and gasping for air, and Cloud loosened his grip once again, “Oh..”

“.. If you’d rather not go there, we can go somewhere else.”

“No, your place is fine. Perfect!”

“I’ll be by around 12:30, then. What room?”

Cloud was surprised to hear him ask that, figuring he was all knowing or something, “207.. Sephiroth? Is it.. a bad talk?”

There was a moment of hesitation, “Maybe. Depending.”

Cloud was dying to know what on, but decided not to press his luck, “Okay..bye.”

“See ya.” Click.

“Put me the fuck down!” Psycho wailed, all four little legs squirming with the will to fight for life.

They went back upstairs to the room, where Psycho went to wait in the window and Cloud laid on his unmade bed in near sickness.

It was now 9am. He had roughly three hours, and some very important decisions to make.

He went to his closet, and began sorting around, trying to find the perfect ensemble that would best tell Sephiroth who he was as a person, and also, that he was ripe for the taking.

After much deliberation, he decided on his black jeans, a recent favorite, and a white raglan shirt with dark blue sleeves. It screamed cute. It screamed date. It screamed, ‘This is what your boyfriend should look like.’ Shoes could make or break it.

Cloud sat on the floor, and started to hold up sneakers to the pants. He decided on his usual red classroom chucks, might as well just take the cute look to astronomical levels. Satisfied, he scooped up his clothes.. and then he spotted something that had been almost completely forgotten about.

He had taken great pains to hide the condoms and lube his mother had forced him to bring. He kept the entire business double bagged, on the floor, and in the corner of his closet. He gingerly picked up the package like an atom bomb. He took it, his messenger bag and his date outfit into the bathroom.

After closing the door, he blushed for a moment, then reached into the bag with one hand, and tore open the top box quietly. When he reached his fingers into the box, he felt cold foil. He blindly grabbed it and pulled, and for some odd reason was completely embarrassed to find that condoms came a long, linked strip. He ripped one off of the conga line of humiliation and threw it into the darkness of his bag.

Would that be enough?

What if it was really good, and they needed another go? What if it was really bad, and they needed a redo? What if they messed up putting the condom on? If there were no backups that meant they wouldn’t be able to do it at all. Or.. they just could just go for it anyways ..No! Safe sex is important! But carrying around too many condoms is trashy.

This is stupid! It’s not like I’m getting any ass today! Cloud sighed to himself.

..Am I?

With a huff he decided that three would be a safe amount. One to mess up on, one to use, and one just in case they were sexual dynamos/failures.

After taking a moment to quell his fresh embarrassment, he took out a bottle of lube. He hadn’t even gathered up the nerve to look at the stupid label yet. Pleasureglide. Pleasureglide? Could they have chosen a more humiliating name?

“Hold on Sephiroth, lemme grab the Pleasureglide! Still horny?” Cloud rolled his eyes and read the label.

Water based! .. Warms on contact? … DIGESTIBLE?! Jesus Christ, his mother had picked this out, what was she thinking? He turned over the bottle to see what horrors the back label held. For best results with condom use, apply small amount to inner and outer surfaces.

Surfaces. Cloud winced.

He was about to toss it into the abyss of his bag.. But instead, screwed the cap off, pulled up the foil lining, then twisted the cap back on. He squeezed the tube until some pushed over the top and sniffed it curiously. Didn’t smell like much of anything. He touched a fingertip to the little dollop and looked at it. He spread it around on his fingers.

Mmm, okay. Pleasureglide. Gotcha.

So.. was this mostly for Sephiroth and his surfaces?

He played with the fascinating liquid on his fingers and thought some more.

No. This was all for Cloud. And his .. crevices.

Cloud looked up to the ceiling miserably. In his dirty, depraved, sexually inexperienced mind, Sephiroth usually jackhammered into him while he begged for more.

But.. would it hurt? Of course it would.

Cloud thought back to the kisses, the simple touches that enflamed his body. It couldn’t be all that bad. Intense, maybe. He thought about the strength coiled up in that tall, solid body, and how little spurts of it was released through tighter squeezes and pressured flicks of his tongue. He picked Cloud up like he weighed nothing at all. And those goddam footprints in the sidewalk!

There was no two ways about it. Sephiroth was a fucking powerhouse.

Exciting! But.. scary.

Maybe.. he should at least be a little bit ready for it.

Maybe.. he could try it on his own first.

He undid one of his buttons slowly, before it occurred to him that .. he didn’t want it to be like this, alone on the toilet with his jeans around his ankles. It was part of saving himself. Part of that not knowing. Part of his official first time that he had been wanting to give entirely to Sephiroth.

Millions of gay men couldn’t be wrong, there was something good about it. If midnight cable prison porn was to be believed, something really good! He’d find out what.. with Sephiroth against him. Sweating. Silver hair matted against his face. And growling. And biting. And shouting profanities against God and nature.

The bottle slipped from Cloud’s daydream grip into his bag, and he hopped to attention. He put on his second date ensemble, and fired up his flat iron. He had just started taming his yellow rat nest into something acceptable, when he heard the door open.

“Hey!” He called.

“Yo.” He heard Cam’s voice say. The tone made Cloud poke his head out of the bathroom.

“Where were you, snookums?”

“Prison.”

Cloud laughed, but Cam didn’t. He collapsed onto his bed, Psycho purring and prancing around him.

“Cam?”

Cam propped himself up on his elbows, his face a bloody, cracked mess, his right eye bruised and swollen shut, “Didja know dat some people don’t like da fuckin’ Shin-Ra army?”

Cloud gasped and rushed over, “What the hell happened?”

“Some PUNKASS FUCKER we was with kept runnin’ his mouth. So we hit da pavement on 5th street.”

His usual bout of sudden shouting had re-split his bottom lip. He licked up the blood while Cloud looked disdainfully at his abused face. He had been showing Cam everything he had been learning in Hand to Hand, exchanging notes so they both could more efficiently kick ass. Apparently not well enough.

“An untrained civilian did this to you?”

“Naw. I put dat pussy in da hospital. My dad did this to me when he bailed me outta juvie.”

Cloud felt a smirk tug at his mouth, but didn’t let it fire up until Cam’s swollen face beat him to it.

“Yaknow, I think even when we’s get ta be SOLDIERs.. our parents’ll still be able to beat our asses.”

Cloud nodded, thinking about his mother, “Definitely. So do you have anything to.. deal with?”

“Wit da kid? Naw. He’s got a worse record than me, so his parents ain’t gonna charge or nothin’. And hey..” Cam’s dried bloody eyebrow cocked, “.. Didja know we all got a license to kill?”

Cloud blinked, “..Really?”

“Fuck yea, we do. We’s Shin-Ra property, we gotsta protect ourselves.”

Good to know. Cloud smiled, thinking of something that would make his best friend feel better, “Wanna get some breakfast?..” Cam made a face, until Cloud added, “…and show off your badass black eye while it’s still disgusting?”

Cam nodded happily.

They casually ignored the gawking of passerby as they strolled to the cafeteria. Cloud relayed everything that had happened the night prior while they hit the scrumptious Sunday muffin assortment and sat down.

“You’s didn’t get any free drinks?” Cam took a tender bite from his muffin, trying not to move his split lip too much.

“…That’s all you’re going to say?”

“Whaddaya want me to say?”

Cloud’s face became overcast, thinking back to the past week and how he had supportively listened to Cam ramble on about Michele while he put pressure on his feet during sit-ups, and rode his back during pushups. The guy could drawl on for hours about boring things like brown hair and cleavage.

“You could say something more than that!”

“I been listenin’ to you fuckin’ yap about silver hair and long legs for fuckin’ weeeeks. What - do - you - want - me - to - say?” He annunciated every word in the way that drove Cloud crazy with wanting to rip his tongue out.

But instead, he took a breath and leaned on his palm, “Maybe.. that I’m doing the right thing? That I’m not fucking this up.”

Cam seemed to be searching for words, something he rarely did, and this made Cloud eagerly sip his juice, waiting.

“You’re actin’ like a pussy.”

“Whaat!?”

Cam then donned a rather jaunty Nibelheim accent, “Does he really like me? He only gave me his personal fooking number, is coming to get me today, and has already shoved his FOOKING tongue down my face!”

Now a few of the Sunday cafeteria patrons were staring uneasily.

Cloud scoffed indignantly, then lost two screws in his jaw, and out came a bad Midgar accent, “Yo, help me Cloud! I dunno what ta wear, it’s notta date, does my ass look fat in dese jeans!?”

Cam pointed an accusatory finger, “Grow a pair!”

“Gimme some credit! I kissed him!”

“Den don’t get all fuckin’ wishy washy about it, now! When he gets ya today, fuckin’ lay one on him! Don’t just fuckin’ stand around and be indecisive an’ shit! Dat’s what I did wit Michele, and now she’s my goddam MATE. Get serious about it, Cloud!”

Cloud spewed orange muffin as he bellowed, “I’m totally serious! He’s my MAAATE!”

A guy sitting at the end of their table got up and moved.

They finished their breakfast, veering contentedly away from subjects of the heart and instead to the hilarity of karaoke and Mr. Green, the Algebra teacher. Cam retold his story in more detail, lingering deliciously over the parts where he partially scalped his unfortunate opponent. Scalped.

By the time they got back to their room, Cloud had about 45 minutes to sweat. He reread the more interesting parts of the music magazine he bought, he made his bed to perfection, he unlaced and relaced his red converses for maximum comfort and agility. He barricaded himself in the bathroom and re-ironed his hair, he checked his face inches away from the mirror for any sign of a blemish, then washed it again for good measure, he brushed his teeth for the full five minutes recommended by dentists, and he applied two clicks more than usual of deodorant. He was just about to re-re-floss when there were three sharp knocks at the front door.

He burst from the bathroom, and looked for Cam.

Gone! The fucking coward had split! Or.. he was giving them privacy.

Cloud went wide eyed and gripped his stomach, then relaxed in the knowledge that he was cleaner and more gorgeous than he had ever been in his life.

He opened the door. What he was expecting to find, he wasn’t sure.

But what he did find was General Sephiroth. In full uniform.

Towering. Beautiful. A teasing triangle of his chest was bare, two brown belts criss crossing over it. One button of his black coat was done, his thigh high boots and pants clinging to his legs and between them, where Cloud knew nothing separated the material from his..

“Hey.” The gorgeous leather creature said.

“Hi.” Cloud couldn’t tear his eyes away, but was keenly aware of about a dozen boys frozen with disbelief at the end of the hallway.

“Come in?” Cloud moved out of the doorway.

Sephiroth seemed quite amused at this suggestion, and entered. Cloud closed the door

“Nice.” He commented.

“Did you ever stay in this building?”

“No, I was always in the Turk building.” He said, and moved more into the room. Cloud smiled a little. The Turk building was notorious for having squirrels in it. A cute problem to have, but.. fucking squirrels.

Sephiroth turned to look out of the window.

Cloud thought back to breakfast with Cam. What his friend said was true. He needed to just.. be bolder. The signs were there. He was here. And Cloud had an inkling that he himself wasn’t too bad of a kisser.

Cloud crossed the room, and from behind, cautiously wrapped his arms around the General’s waist.

“I’m glad to see you.” Cloud said, voice muffled deeply into the leather and silver hair.

Sephiroth slowly turned around in Cloud’s little embrace. Front to front, Cloud let out a breath, and did his best at meeting his green eyes. When they finally met, Sephiroth leaned down, emitting the slow, creeping sound of tight leather, and stopped a couple of inches short of contact, lips parted and waiting. Cloud leaned up to take the offering.

“Get offa my Daddy, Fucko!”

Cloud winced centimeters from Sephiroth’s face.

Sephiroth immediately retracted himself and went rigid, standing up straight and searching for the source of the interruption.

Psycho was standing on Cloud’s bed, little tail sparking, looking ready to attack.

Sephiroth looked at the little red being in wonder, and Cloud felt downright idiotic. Was he really supposed to introduce a fucking cat to the General?

“Psycho, it’s okay. Um. Sephiroth, this is .. Psycho.”

Sephiroth hiked an eyebrow, “You have a pet?”

“He’s um.. my roomate’s. He’s a.. talking cat.” Blood then rushed back into Cloud’s brain, and his IQ raised enough points for him to articulate, “When he’s fully grown he’s going to be used in combat.”

Understanding crossed Sephiroth’s face. He crouched down in front of Cloud’s bed, and pointed a gloved finger in Psycho’s face.

The kitten looked at it distrustfully, not moving. Then, unbelievably, a little flame ignited on the end of Sephiroth’s index finger like a birthday candle.

It was the first time in his life that Cloud had ever seen magic actually happen. It was like a fucking special effect! The little flame delighted Psycho, who started to purr like a motorboat. He rubbed his cheek against it in pleasure.

Sephiroth gave Psycho a few scritches before straightening up and saying, “Wanna go?”

Cloud nodded, completely adoring, before a look of concern crossed his features, “Did you say anything to the.. um, mob outside the door?”

“Random inspection.” Sephiroth shot him a wicked grin, “You failed.”

Cloud smiled brightly and swung the strap of his messenger bag over his head. Then, painted a look of mourning on his face.

Sephiroth swung the door open quickly, and walked out into the hallway, a very large crowd gathered at both ends, every door open so eyes could peek out.

Cloud followed him out, head hung low, looking for all to see like a man who was being led to his own execution.

“Please do hurry.”

Cloud winced at the words and, hands shaking, closed the door behind them. Sephiroth gripped one of his shoulders, someone at the end of the hallway gasped, and he was being half pushed out of the Rufus Building.

He pushed him right out of the front gate and out of sight, where the act was broken by Sephiroth’s gripping hand trailing up to playfully tug the back of Cloud’s hair.

After a short train ride full of stares, once again Cloud was in the dreadfully cool loft’o’Sephiroth. He looked around in renewed appreciation, while Sephiroth strided into the kitchen and threw his mail on the counter.

“So, sit down. I’ll be back.” He said, quickly disappearing down the other side of the kitchen.

Cloud took his time to stroll over to the red couch, casually letting his eyes walk over the things there were to see in Sephiroth’s home. It was all exactly how it had been last night, untouched. Cloud picked up the black hat on the table, and peeking towards the hallway Sephiroth went down, inhaled deeply.

Dirt and cookies.

He put the cadet cap back down, trying to replicate the careless way it had been tossed, and sat on the couch. Without thinking twice about it, he kicked off his shoes and crossed his legs up underneath him.

“Tell me if you want anything.” Sephiroth said, emerging from the dark hallway, looking fucking exactly like his boyfriend should.

He had changed into a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that rivaled his own in tightness, then trumped them with cool holes. The placement suggested that they weren’t manmade, or done in a fit of rebellion. They were small, and varied in size over his shins. Cloud couldn’t figure out how they would have gotten there, but he approved of them.

He also loved the fact that Sephiroth was barefoot. No gloves, either.

A silver head poked out of the kitchen, “Yes? No?”

Cloud shrugged, “Bottle of water?” It had become his a standard, ‘I don’t give a shit’ beverage.

Sephiroth came out with Cloud’s request, setting on the coffee table and sitting on the far side of the couch, facing Cloud and back against the armrest.

Cloud reached forward, and even though he wasn’t thirsty, opened up the bottle and took a sip.

“Sephiroth, what do you want to talk about?” He asked after swallowing.

“Well..first of all..” He leaned against the back of the couch and crossed his arms, “..I want to know what you’re thinking.”

Cloud chewed his lip, fearing this question, fearing the look on Sephiroth’s face, but needing to be honest.

“I really like you.”

“I’m sure you’ve thought about who I am?”

“That’s not why I like you.” Cloud said quickly.

“Then why?”

Cloud’s heart hurt with the knowledge that his words could never express it. Sephiroth was like a magnet. Even wrapped in his embrace last night, Cloud wanted to be closer. The urge would have disgusted him if he didn’t know for certain that it was a side effect of some larger emotion.

These things aren’t easily said, and Cloud’s voice regrettably wavered when he said, “..I don’t know how to explain why.”

Sephiroth stared at Cloud, “I won’t make your life any easier, you know. I won’t train you. I won’t judge on any of your exams. I won’t give you any credit for coming on my seminars. I won’t give you easy missions. In fact, I’ll probably just drag you through the mud with me.”

Cloud’s head shot up at that. But he didn’t say anything.

Sephiroth’s stare didn’t waver, “I’m not going to come to your school and beat up your enemies. I’m not going to excuse you for skipping class, or flunking out, or failing to show up for a punishment. If you don’t make it into SOLDIER, there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to help you.”

Sephiroth let a pause go by before saying seriously, “Know now that your career will gain nothing from this relationship.”

Slowly, a grin that looked like the sunrise spread across Cloud’s face, “Re..lationship?”

“..Is that what you want?”

“Do you want it?” Cloud asked very carefully.

“If you want it.” Sephiroth’s stare finally dove to the corner of his eyes.

Then flicked back to Cloud’s face. His big blue eyes were full of liquid, his still smiling lower lip quivering as if he were frost bitten, “..Do you want me?”

Sephiroth felt as though he were going to pieces inside, “Yes.”

“..I want you!” The little blonde cried out before diving at him from across the couch, thin arms not being able to decide to be curled around Sephiroth’s neck or waist, so settling for one of each, “I want you.”

Sephiroth wrapped him up, “Then you’re mine, now.”

Hearing this made Cloud choke and clench on sobs that might have been half-laughter, tears cascading down his cheeks and into the black t-shirt fabric, every ounce of his weight shuddering against Sephiroth’s chest.

Sephiroth was completely stunned.

For the first time without gloves, he touched Cloud’s face. He pushed away hair and wiped away wetness he felt. In the softest voice he had ever used in his life, pleaded, “Don’t cry. Hey. Stop crying.”

“You don’t even know.” Cloud whispered. Before the General could wonder what those words meant, they were said again, and the blonde head raised up.

The look in Cloud’s eyes put two blue knife wounds in Sephiroth’s heart.

And then, he knew.

Sephiroth held him close, providing those hushed words and noises and strokes on his skin and through his hair. After a while, the weeping slowed then stopped, and the strokes were being returned. Cloud’s fingers combed through silver and over the bare, smooth skin of Sephiroth’s arms.

Cloud snorted in deeply, almost rudely, then finally sat up.

The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, the blues clearer than the sky. His little nose was red. His cheeks were flushed, lined on one side from the seams of Sephiroth’s shirt.

“I’m ugly now.” Cloud sniffed, a smile gracing his lips and turning the tides of his emotions fully to what they really were – happiness.

Sephiroth shook his head, “Not ugly. Never.” Then he seemed to be thinking, “..I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Cloud blinked, “What do you mean?”

“That’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about.. I’m not sure how to .. treat you.”

A somewhat disappointed look crossed Cloud’s face, “Because of my rank?”

“What? No. Because you’re a guy.” Cloud looked slightly confused, so Sephiroth relaxed and elaborated, “I haven’t had somethin’ like this with another guy. I.. Well, I don’t wanna treat you like a woman, because you’re not. So I don’t exactly know what to do..What I’m allowed to do.”

Cloud’s mind reeled at the possibilities, “Do whatever you want.” Then added, “Please?”

What Sephiroth wanted to do, was to cup Cloud’s face and kiss him. That was exactly the right thing to do. Their lips and tongues met again, tasting each other tentatively for a moment or two, but that wore off very quickly in favor of deeper exploration.

Then what Sephiroth wanted to do, was to swing his leg on the other side of Cloud, trapping him between them. Again, great thing to do.

Sephiroth reclined against the side of the couch, with Cloud lying against him. Heartbeats and breathing and lingering kisses filled the silence in a way that conversation could never.

Sephiroth held up his left hand, fingers spread.

Cloud held up his right, and pushed into it.

They both looked at their touching palms and digits. Cloud’s fingers, while rather long, were still a joint shorter than Sephiroth’s. And Sephiroth’s fingers, while rather thin, were almost twice as wide.

Sephiroth took a hold of the smaller hand, and brushed his lips along the knuckles.

Cloud was thoroughly romanced by all of this.

Sephiroth made a face, “And if I brought you flowers?”

Cloud’s face went red as a rose, “Why not?”

“And you wouldn’t be offended if I .. led while dancing, for instance?”

“..I would love to dance with you..”

Sephiroth smiled, “What if I wanted you to sit in my lap?”

Cloud, like a fire had been lit under his ass, moved like hell from his sideways leaning against Sephiroth’s chest. Sephiroth chuckled as Cloud yanked and tugged on his long legs until he was in a normal sitting position, and then dropped onto his knee like a hideously overgrown brat visiting Santa Claus.

“Like this?” Cloud laughed, swinging his feet happily.

“No.”

Cloud let his waist be pulled, and one of his jeaned legs be coaxed until found himself straddling Sephiroth.

“..Like this?”

“Yeah..”

They both smiled shyly, not because they were shy, but because they both thought a certain amount of coyness was called for. Once enough hesitance was given to be considered socially acceptable non-perverts, their lips crushed together.

Cloud was taller once again, taking delight in standing up on his knees and playfully pressing against Sephiroth’s face until his neck were forced to crane back. Sephiroth retaliated by roughly pulling the back of Cloud’s knees and making him fall against him. Things were getting better, easier.. more fun. He was prepared to lose his hands in Sephiroth’s hair, before he had a thought, since they were speaking of boundaries and all.

Cloud broke their kiss noisily, leaning back a bit when Sephiroth tried to reclaim it immediately, and panted, “Hey. Am I.. allowed to grab your hair?”

“Absolutely.” He said, and made a noise of satisfaction when the lips returned, and hands folded into and gripped his shiny silver tresses.

Cloud felt Sephiroth suddenly smile, and let him go when he pulled back, a naughty gleam in his eyes, “..Am I allowed to grab your ass?”

Coyness be damned! Cloud actually choked on air a bit and raspily cried out, “Absolutely!”

The kiss reunited and this time Cloud felt Sephiroth take two handfuls of him, and pull him forward until their chests, stomachs, and.. groins were pressed together.

Cloud’s heart was beating wildly. He didn’t break the kiss to ask, one hand emerged from Sephiroth’s mane to feel his chest. Hard. And he knew from seeing it earlier, that underneath the soft black cotton the skin was smooth and milky.

Suddenly, Sephiroth arched up, reached behind his head, and pulled his shirt up and off. It was the most instantaneous wish ever granted! Cloud only got a short, delirious glimpse of nude torso before he was being kissed, consumed, lost.

Then he quickly snapped back to reality when fingers were hinting at tugging his shirt up.

Cloud bristled, and the kiss ended abruptly.

Sephiroth toyed with the edges of his shirt, “No?”

Cloud shook his head with genuine shyness this time. Sephiroth nodded and was preparing to move his hands to a more chaste locale, when Cloud said, “I need.. 6 more weeks.”

Sephiroth crinkled his nose at such a specific time frame, “What for?”

Cloud ducked his head. According to Men’s Health, his body type wouldn’t see any truly exciting results from abdominal targeting until then. But he said, “..Dunno.”

The raglan shirt was whipped over his head before he had a chance to blink, let alone argue. Then he was half naked, and none too happy about it. But his embarrassment wasn’t long lived, Sephiroth’s warm hands were on him, tracing between the newly muscular indentations in his chest, and over the hard, but still undefined contours of his stomach and hips.

Cloud relaxed, and took the chance to feel out the ridiculously beautiful body in front of him.

Ripped! Cloud thought without envy.

Nothing like a body building Bow flex gym meat cake, which Cloud would have been surprised to find on Sephiroth’s thin frame anyways. The muscles were hard wired, deeply lined. Soft skinned. Cloud cupped and squeezed a pectoral, then ran his fingers over the small, pinkish nipple. He felt the surprising curve of Sephiroth’s waist, the dips and rises of Sephiroth’s stomach, tracing his fingers like a kid with a toy car wanting to go down all the different combinations of roads.

Lips reconnected when Cloud came across the teensy hollow where Sephiroth’s belly button was. He wiggled his finger in there, feeling a tremble from the hard body and a chuckle in Sephiroth’s throat.

Sephiroth immediately poked at Cloud’s belly button. Then he poked it again, before realizing it was an outie. He made a noise to indicate that he felt the situation was rather unfair.

Cloud giggled and let his fingers linger over the indentations of Sephiroth’s hips, then took their trail to travel down farther. The tongue inside his mouth became slower, unfocused as Sephiroth’s attention was directed elsewhere.

His fingers hit the border of Sephiroth’s jeans. They brushed lightly down the path of his zipper.

Then, they moved more to the right, feeling up a solid, thick shape against Sephiroth’s thigh.

Cloud gave the shudder of a virgin’s tentative delight, as well as the erotic discomfort of ten strong fingers digging into his hips.

Cloud wanted to see. He broke their kiss, which had become mostly the slaving of tongues, and gazed heatedly down at the thing he had found.

Supposedly, beneath his fingers, was Sephiroth’s cock. But from his vantage point, it was just a shape, a hard tube beneath the jeans. He wanted more proof. He pressed his whole palm into it, riding the wave of slightly bucking hips.

Cloud slowly moved his other hand down. Both hands toyed and fingered the button on his new love’s jeans, eyes asking for permission. It was in the realm of possibility that it would not be granted, this was happening rather fast.

Sephiroth eyes were alarmingly green when he said for the second time today, “..If you want it.”

Cloud’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment to collect himself.

Then his fingers and thumbs worked together to undo the only button in his way, and even though only one hand was needed for the zipper, both pulled it down to share in the flavor of anticipation.

Cloud touched his fingertips to the newly exposed bit of abdomen that helpfully pointed the way, down through a shallow thatch of fuzz, and farther still, down into the darkness of the opening he had made for himself into Sephiroth’s jeans. His fingers hit hardness, and wrapped around it.

He felt an initial jolt of pleasure as if it was himself he was gripping. Then he actually gasped in awe. He looked down to watch while he slowly pulled out Sephiroth’s ..

Jackhammer. Cloud blinked.

As if in answer to a prayer he didn’t know he had sent, he saw longer, wider fingers moving to the closures on his own jeans. Cloud went dumb as Sephiroth undid the small, black button as if it never existed, and pulled down his short zipper, every little hitch of the teeth coming apart sent a tiny shock through the flesh underneath.

Cloud swallowed, and tried to prepare himself, but it was impossible. He gasped for air as he was touched for the first time, Sephiroth’s hands still carrying that electricity, maybe more so now, and pulled him out.

Suddenly the fingers left him and pulled on his ass again, squeezing them even closer together. Cloud’s entire body quaked, a slight bit of friction threatening to end his life.

Cloud’s head swam, all cognitive thought muddied and distant. What was that friction? What was happening? What year was it?

He looked at Sephiroth’s face, only to find his love’s attention completely consumed by what was in his lap. Cloud followed his concentrated gaze down. Just like their hands had been so tenderly pressed moments before.. now they were pressed flushly together.

Cloud’s mind stopped swimming so frantically, and he felt humiliated heat rise through his face.

Just like their hands.. Cloud’s full erection easily eclipsed over Sephiroth’s, whose was much larger. He had in all honestly been expecting that, but seeing it put on display so blatantly.. if Sephiroth taunted him, he would never be able to take it out again! And even if he wasn’t teasing out loud.. surely he was laughing in his mind..

Cloud backed his hips up, breaking their contact, and a hand flew down to make a fist around himself, hiding it from Sephiroth’s view.

Sephiroth growled, and smacked his hand away.

Shocked, Cloud released himself and felt two big hands yank hard at his hips, bringing both back together, and another brain cell killing bout of that fuh - fuh - fuh friction!

In a split second, Cloud realized that even though his cock was more ..modest in girth, it was still being held against the man of his dream’s, and it felt better than anything he’d ever felt in his life.

Cloud hooked his arms around Sephiroth’s neck and pulled himself against him. He heard the man make a low noise in response, and the fingers on his hips gripped and loosened rhythmically, almost pulsing, encouraging.

It was the motion of the ocean, afterall! Cloud didn’t stop or slow, but steadily ground himself into Sephiroth’s lap, using his knees and tentatively trying out a rotation of his hips.

“Damn.” Sephiroth whispered, completely stupefied by what was happening.

Cloud became drunk on his excitement, both from stimulation, and the hungry look on Sephiroth’s face. He felt .. sexy.

So he utilized what knowledge he had about lap dancing, which was limited to his imagination, and rap music videos. Cloud laced his fingers behind Sephiroth’s neck and boldly arched his back until he was his full arm’s length away, then rolled his hips in a slow, long, purposeful motion.

This didn’t earn him another curse word. This got him picked up.

Cloud’s legs were already wrapped around Sephiroth’s waist, and he was now being carried down that hallway next to the kitchen, the only sounds being bare, stomping feet. He closed his eyes and nervously buried his face in Sephiroth’s shoulder. The feeling was so reminiscent of being angrily carried to the bedroom as a child for a punishment, that Cloud honestly wondered if he had done something wrong.

He opened his eyes as he was smoothly being laid out on a mattress, and covered by Sephiroth. When their eyes met, their lips reconnected for a moment, before Sephiroth stood up at the foot of the bed.

He reached under Cloud, and pulled his jeans carefully, but firmly down his legs, and dropped them on the floor.

Naked! I’m naked! Cloud thought in quiet panic.

Sephiroth then pushed his own jeans down his narrow hips, fully exposing everything. Cloud’s blue eyes went wide when he noticed that Sephiroth’s carpet matched the curtain.. a fact that made his groin begin to throb almost painfully.

Then they were together, hasty and clumsy. Their lips opened up, tongues and noises coming gently out of both to mix together. Sephiroth was being extremely squirmy, and Cloud looked to find him still struggling to get one foot free of his pants.

Smiling into the kiss, he used his toes to help the General out.

“Thanks.” He breathed, taking a detour from Cloud’s mouth to smash kisses into his cheeks and neck.

“Sephiroth.. are we..”

“Don’t have to.” He said gruffly against his ear before nibbling it.

That came as a very small relief..but.. “Don’t you want to?”

Sephiroth stopped, pressing his full nakedness into Cloud’s, “Yeah. But you aren’t ready.”

Bullshit! It was the one thing he had thought about since he figured out what these parts were for! He was finally with the gorgeous man of his dreams! Of course he was ready!

But his legs were vibrating violently around Sephiroth’s hips. So were his arms, and his lips. Even his hair was trembling.

Cloud wasn’t ready.

“But I do want to.” he whispered.

Sephiroth’s face softened, and he said, “I can wait.”

The trembling eased a bit, and Cloud nodded in half disappointment, “Okay..”

Sephiroth smiled warmly, beautifully, angelically. Then pressed Cloud down deep into the mattress, his nose digging through blonde tresses to find an ear again.

“I thought we wanted to wait..!” Cloud moaned.

“For that.” Sephiroth actually looked a bit peeved behind his flushed cheeks, “You tellin’ me you want to wait for everything?”

Cloud’s brain was once again suffering tremendous lag. He didn’t know it, but it was actually a Strife family trait; arousal made him stupid. When he finally caught on to what was being implied, he locked his feet behind Sephiroth’s back and bucked up, enthusiastically saying, “No way!”

Sephiroth was relieved, and went back to work on Cloud’s neck. Cloud, now knowing that nothing had to happen that he wasn’t ready for, began to test out ideas on Sephiroth’s body. Like sucking red the skin of his neck and shoulders, like gripping his strong, muscular arms, like running his hands down his broad back down to squeeze his surprisingly round ass.

Sephiroth’s cock pushed heavily into Cloud’s, riding the force of steadily thrusting hips.

Cloud closed his eyes and experimentally arched off the bed. Sephiroth’s bed. He moved with him, complimenting his rhythm. It was good. But something was missing.

Forgetting that there was a perfectly acceptable bottle of Pleasureglide personal lubricant waiting in his bag for just such a use, Cloud went with his old stand by, and spat twice into his palm.

Sephiroth looked alarmed by this, until he saw what it was being used for. He waited, his long arms holding him up high, watching while Cloud coated them both. He took the time to really feel Sephiroth’s full length, twisting his fist around it, pulling it, pushing it down into his own.

“Damn.” Sephiroth breathed again.

Cloud answered with a groan, knowing that every single erotic moment in his life would be based around trying to prod out that word.

Sephiroth’s thrusting became less controlled, and the perfect friction against Cloud’s hardness was opted for a warm inner thigh. This was fine by Cloud, who lost himself to arching and pulling Sephiroth’s hips with his legs to wedge himself into the crevice down the center of Sephiroth’s stomach, every thrust flexing the insanely attractive muscles. Although it added no extra stimulation, just watching it forced an interesting series of noises out of Cloud, and wound up that familiar, but never quite so intense tightness inside of him.

He looked up at Sephiroth’s face. His teeth were clamped down onto his bottom lip in harsh concentration, a look that could have been mistaken for anger if it were not for the bright gleam in his glowing eyes. Cloud wanted to know what he was feeling, but didn’t have to guess. Sephiroth noticed Cloud watching him, and gasped out a breath he had been holding. In those two seconds, Cloud saw wonder, pleasure, amazement, tenderness – then the lines reset and he was back to business.

Intense, intense. A slow down to breathe and twirl blonde or silver hair, then intense, intense, intense. A quick stop for Sephiroth to swoop down for a kiss, then back up like a push-up, preferring to watch from high above. Intense, intense.

They were both guilty of putting it off. But they couldn’t forever, and why would they want to?

No more breaks, no more thinking, to the point; a sharp, quick, intent thrusting from Sephiroth, a constant arch from Cloud, gripping to the coiled forearms on either side of him, digging his knees and legs into the naked man above him.

“Shhit..” Sephiroth groaned, and spilled out searing warmth onto Cloud, a stream of short gasps accentuating every thick spurt. Watching and hearing and feeling Sephiroth come was it, Cloud couldn’t stop if he tried. His legs and hands gripped the man for dear life as the tightness inside of him snapped loose and spilled over. He froze still against the mattress, head digging back, a short word ripped from his throat over and over.

The word was, “Seph.”

There was a slow, careful thrusting from both to milk them to full completion. Then Sephiroth came down onto his elbows, his hard stomach falling right down into the liquid mess they shared equal responsibility for.

He delivered a kiss that made Cloud’s post-orgasmic mind swim.

“I can wait.” He said after pulling his lips away, with the most satisfied smile Cloud had ever seen. They both chuckled through their panting, shy but not really, both knowing that this experience was just the first step.. and would pale in comparison to the things they would eventually do to each other.

“Oh, no!” Cloud suddenly cried, one leg shooting straight up into the air. On it, up to the knee, was a tube sock, two red stripes on the shins.

“What about ‘em?” Sephiroth asked, pushing up to look at it.

“Our first sexual encounter, and I leave my stupid socks on!” Cloud complained.

Sephiroth then ran his hand up it as if it was silk lingerie, and kissed Cloud’s knee.

“I hope you leave ‘em on for every encounter.” He said slyly.

After a brief clean up during which Cloud gladly didn’t move a muscle, both laid together, naked as the day they were born plus two tube socks.

Never happier.

“Ask me a question.” Sephiroth suddenly said.

“Like what?” Cloud smiled into his silver hair.

“Anything.”

Sephiroth, as far as Cloud had always seen, always moved with a coordinated, feline grace. But naked, in bed, post orgasm, he turned into a big, fat bear.

He stroked and petted Cloud’s bare skin with his palms flat and fingers wide, like big paws. He moved lazily around the bed like he had more heft to lug along than his long, lean body suggested. He swung his leg over to one side of Cloud and made it heavy on purpose.

“What was your most embarrassing moment?” Cloud finally asked.

“That questions sucks.” Sephiroth said lowly. Then mooshed both hands into Cloud’s hair.

“I wanna know!”

Sephiroth huffed. “Alright. It was a few months ago. I was seeing a girl. And, I couldn’t get it up for her. Happy?”

No! Jealously raged through Cloud like a wildfire, as off base as it was.

“..Are you bisexual?”

Sephiroth thought about it. He then looked up and down Cloud’s reclining, stretched out body, “No.”

“How many people have you .. had sex with?”

Sephiroth appeared to be calculating. Cloud looked at the perfection of his gorgeously milky skin, fearing the number to be outrageous. Fearing the number of people that had touched this skin, felt this warmth with Sephiroth.

“Zero.”

Cloud laughed loudly, “Oh, yeah right!”

Sephiroth looked straight into his eyes, “Zero.” He repeated.

“..How is that possible?”

“How many people have you slept with?” He countered.

Cloud pouted, “You know its zero.”

“How’s that possible?” He asked with more disbelief than necessary, running his bear paws up the inside of naked thighs.

Cloud wiggled, “Ask me a question.”

Sephiroth laid on his stomach to think. Cloud was paralyzed. Sephiroth had one goddam beautiful ass. He felt a very real urge to .. bite it.

Not so much like a zombie. More like one of those old Gongagan men on the spaghetti sauce commercials, biting into a vine ripe tomato. He wanted to savor that thing.

“When did you develop a crush on me?”

And the savoring daydream abruptly ceased, “That’s embarrassing!” Cloud moaned, as if his question didn’t explicitly entail such.

“Fuck that. Tell me.”

Cloud sat up on the bed, idly running his fingers over the display of fitness in front of him, trying to veer away from that ass, “Okay…don’t laugh at me!”

“I would never laugh at you. Maybe with you..”

Cloud scrunched his nose, then said, “Remember your inauguration to the status of General?”

Sephiroth nodded, though he probably didn’t need to.

“Well..I was home sick that day.”

Sephiroth made a face of blatant disbelief, but Cloud crossed his arms, “Not playing hooky! I really was sick…anyways, I was watching TV and then it started. It was on every channel. So I watched. And that’s when I ..wanted you.”

Sephiroth’s eyebrows shot up, “Cloud, that was two years ago.”

“I know.”

Sephiroth rolled over, “Am I like .. your dream boat?”

“No!”

“Liar!” Sephiroth declared before yanking Cloud on top of him.

“You aren’t grossed out? Don’t you think I could be a weird stalker?”

“No. Besides, I wouldn’t mind having a stalker fuckin’ sexy as you..”

Cloud rolled over, pretending to hate the flattery.

Sephiroth grabbed him back, “Tell me! Did you have any pictures of me on your walls?”

Cloud laughed, “Nooooo!” And rolled over again.

This time Sephiroth held him down with an iron hand on the small of his back, “If you don’t quit lyin’ to me, I’m gonna smack that ass red!”

Cloud flailed, “The one from the TimeWeek coveeer!”

Sephiroth let him scuttle away, “That was a terrible picture.”

Cloud stopped and looked at Sephiroth, naked, lying on his side, one hand propped under his head. That cover really was a terrible picture.

“I did what I had to do..” Cloud flirted, finding himself safe on the far side of the bed, but incredibly lonely. He crawled back over to press against his bed mate.

A look crossed Sephiroth’s face, “Did you have fantasies about me?”

And Cloud rolled over again.

Sephiroth spooned him this time, pressing against his soft, bare back, before tucking Cloud’s hair pristinely behind one ear, and whispering into it, “Would it surprise you to know that I’ve had fantasies about you?”

“..Not surprised.. but interested.” Cloud said, with his own little version of slyness.

Sephiroth appreciated it, “Maybe someday I’ll tell you all about ‘em..if you tell me all about yours.”

Cloud turned in his arms, “..You’re better than my fantasies, Sephiroth.”

He grinned, “I thought you were callin’ me Seph, now.”

Cloud looked confused, then remembered, and felt a small amount of heat rise in his cheeks, “Which do you prefer?”

“I like how you say my name.” Then he imitated it, rolling the ‘r’, “But I like Seph, too. It’s what friends call me.”

“And boyfriends.” Cloud added hopefully.

“Boyfriends.” Sephiroth echoed, and made a face, “That sounds so.. juvenile.”

Cloud’s face fell a bit. He was juvenile, “Would you rather be significant others?”

“How ‘bout faggots in love?”

This shocked laughter out of both of them, and once it died down, a word hung in the air.

Love.

“You’re my dear.” Cloud decided, borrowing dialect from his homeland.

“Good.” Sephiroth said, running hands down bare arms, “Better be your only dear.”

Cloud almost purred at the possessiveness, “Only dear.”

“I’m away a lot.” Sephiroth said simply.

Cloud held onto him, knowing what that meant. More things for them to sort out, “I know. But Midgar your home.. right?”

Sephiroth smiled, “It’s home.”

“I’ll always wait for you.” Cloud said sincerely, envisioning himself in a smoky train station, waving a hankie at the departing train carrying his beloved to war.

“You better.” Sephiroth said, squeezing him tightly, “You’re mine, now.”

Cloud’s eyes began to warble again.

“..Shit.”

“I’m so fucking happy, Seph!” Cloud said, his voice creaking badly.

“Happy people don’t cry!”

“I do!” And a tear spurted out of his blue eye. He sniffed hard, and the rest seemed controllable. Sephiroth sighed in relief, kissing warm skin and enjoying the newness of Cloud’s touch until the blue eyes held nothing but happiness. Dry happiness.

Sephiroth leaned up and over his shoulder, “Are you hungry? I’m fuckin’ hungry.”

“Can you eat food?”

“Doctor said Monday. It’s Monday somewhere.” He growled, and swung his legs off the bed. Cloud watched his rippling nudity and succulent looking, upside down heart shaped ass stand up. Then Sephiroth bent over, picking up his jeans and making the whole situation look fucking irresistible. Cloud made a vow to one day sink his teeth into that thing, preferably down the road when Sephiroth wouldn’t be freaked out by the weirdness, and also when Cloud would be stronger and could hold him down to fully enjoy. He wanted to leave fucking teeth imprints.

The buns then disappeared through a doorway, where a light came on. Bathroom.

Cloud blinked and realized he hadn’t even nosily examined Sephiroth’s bedroom. He realized why, there really wasn’t too much to see, it seemed like a room decorated and meant just for relaxation and sleep. And sex, now. There was his bed, modernish design, black, cool sheets rumpled and a black comforter bunched haphazardly to one side.

To Cloud, who knew exactly why it was so unmade, it looked like art.

There was a cabinet with doors across from the bed, looking like it housed a television. There was a little table next to the bed with a clock on it. It was 4 in the afternoon. There was another door, probably to a closet. Big windows lined one wall, none quite exactly giving a view of the bed, but all completely uncovered, all letting in the orange, late afternoon light.

God bless the window washers today. Cloud thought, smiling to himself and stretching until he was completely sprawled out across the bed.

Sephiroth came out of the bathroom following a flush, and with his jeans on. He looked at the display, “I dunno about you, but I don’t feel like goin’ anywhere.”

Cloud shook his head ‘no’ with a lazy grin.

Sephiroth, regaining his feline swagger, crawled onto the bed and made himself at home between Cloud’s legs once again.

“Wanna do pizza?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

General Sephiroth’s truck departed the parking garage of the Crosswaves Condominium complex at 8:05pm. Passengers; General Sephiroth, Cloud Strife.

The truck took the most direct route to the Shin-Ra Military Academy. Arrived at 8:34pm.

From 8:34pm until 9:07pm, General Sephiroth’s truck idled in the faculty parking lot.

At 9:07pm, Cloud Strife exited the vehicle.

At 9:07pm, General Sephiroth rolled down the driver side window, and made communication with Cloud Strife.

At 9:08pm, Cloud Strife re-entered the vehicle via the driver side window.

From 9:08pm until 9:54pm, General Sephiroth’s truck continued to idle in the faculty parking lot.

At 9:54pm, Cloud Strife exited the vehicle a second time. He immediately began to run on foot. Updated his status to ‘target’. Aimed all rifles, waited for ground confirmation of General Sephiroth’s safety.

At 9:54pm, General Sephiroth’s truck departed the Academy parking lot, took the most direct route back to Crosswaves.

Report : No ground confirmation was made of General Sephiroth’s safety, but no erratic driving patterns were seen. Cloud Strife ran directly to Rufus Building, arrived at 9:58 pm. We’re to assume that the target fled to reach his bed before lights out, which is 10pm Sunday through Thursday nights. No conversation of a military or confidential nature was detected through our lip reading department. In fact, General Sephiroth and Cloud Strife seem to be able to read each other’s lips just fine.

“I need a day off.”

“Fucking tell me about it.”

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A/N

1-     1-     For me, this is where the story actually begins. I’ll also say that I’m planning a sequel, so Blonde Ambition is far from over.

2-     2-     The song Sephiroth is singing in the beginning is Destroy Everything You Touch - Ladytron

3-     3-     “Stop crying.” A throw back to Advent Children. I always wished that phrase had a deeper meaning that wasn’t conveyed in the movie, so I used it here.

4-     4-     Right now my robots are vacationing off the coast, so I’m using the energy from your reviews to power my money printing press, so I can quit my job and just write fanfiction and draw lemons for you guys all day. Life is rad!
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