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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

“How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.”-William Butler Yeats

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CH08: Misconception

Cloud was horrified.
Not only was he sitting naked and painfully aroused in a bathtub with his former enemy, but he was molesting him! He was doing what he told himself many times he would never do. Where had his control gone? He didn’t know, but it had slipped away so easily. He was having moments like these more and more. It disturbed him.
Sephiroth was stock still and unmoving. While he enjoyed the ministrations to his body, he was very, very confused. This was the first time that Cloud had ever touched him in such a way. He didn’t hate it, it was just…odd. It wasn’t like Cloud at all. It kind of felt like that kiss. That kiss he had been secretly thinking about all day.
Unaware of the ex-General’s thoughts, the blond quickly removed his hands and hopped out of the bathtub. He grabbed a nearby towel, wrapped it around his waist and swiftly left the bathroom without another word. The blond couldn’t even bring himself to look at Sephiroth as he departed.
Sitting alone in the now tepid bath water, Sephiroth blinked slowly. What had he done wrong? Had he done something to upset Cloud? He didn’t know what he had done wrong, but it obviously had been something.
He was unsettled to the point that all he did was sit there in the water and brood. The silver-haired man sat unmoving in the water until it turned ice cold.

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The blond had left earlier to not only resolve his little problem, but to quickly get clean in the shower in the spare bathroom. Once he was clean and no longer hot and bothered, he sat in his bedroom waiting for Sephiroth.
Nearly two hours passed and Sephiroth had still not left the bathroom.
Even though Cloud was beyond exhausted, his concern for the other man urged him to seek him out.
Once the blond had reached the bathroom, he stopped at the door, inhaled deeply, and opened the door. He peeked inside and was shocked to find that the ex-General was still sitting in the water in the same exact position he had left him in.
Seph looked like a lost, lonely child brooding over the tragic loss of his parents. It tugged at Cloud’s heartstrings and made him feel increasingly guilty.
“Seph?”
Sephiroth didn’t answer or move. He just sat there and stared unblinkingly at nothing.
Sighing, the blond knelt down on the floor near the silver-haired man. He almost tentatively reached out and touched the other on the shoulder. “Seph? Are you ok?”
Sephiroth lowered his gaze to the water and mumbled so quietly that Cloud almost missed it. “I’m sorry.”
“What? For what?” Asked Cloud and then it dawned on him. Oh, fuck. He’s such an idiot! He had bolted out of there without so much of a word. Of course Seph thought he had done something wrong. Idiot, idiot, idiot…
Sighing again, Cloud leaned over and pulled Sephiroth into his arms until the other man’s head was tucked underneath his chin. “Oh, Seph. You did nothing wrong. It was fault, my wrong. I’m the one that’s sorry.”
“But…”
“No buts about it. I’m to blame, so stop feeling bad. If you get out of the water, I promise I’ll make it up to you. Anything you want.”
Sephiroth slowly looked up at him. “Can we kill Valentine?”
Cloud blinked a couple of times and let that sink into his fuzzy brain. His first reaction was to laugh. He laughed until his sides hurt. He had to release the other male from his embrace so that he could clutch his sides. The blond eventually sobered up enough to reply, “Anything but that, Seph. I’m sorry.”
Sephiroth pouted. He actually pouted. “Fine…”
“C’mon, Seph. Let’s get you out before you catch your death of cold. You look like you’re freezing.”
The jade-eyed man stood up and declared, “I want a kiss.”
Stunned not only by Sephiroth’s regal, naked beauty, he was shocked by the request. It was not what he had expected. He quickly snapped out of it by shaking his head and setting his mind to think clinical. “Uh…let’s get you out of there first.”
Snatching the closest towel, Cloud wrapped it around the taller male as he stepped out. He then grabbed another towel and helped him pat and rub the water out of his soaked hair.
“I can do this myself, Cloud,” stated Sephiroth in a dead-pan sort of voice. He watched the slighter male as if trying to figure out what his game was. The blond was always on the unpredictable side.
“I know,” Cloud said quietly as he used another towel to pat and rub the ex-General’s back, stomach, and torso dry. Once he was satisfied with his work, he snatched the black bathrobe off the hook on the wall and helped the other man slip it on. Tugging the towel off from around the taller male’s waist, Cloud wrapped the robe around Sephiroth securely. Next he tied it closed tightly enough so that it stated fastened. Last thing he wanted was Sephiroth walking around the house and his robe popping open to reveal his goodies to the gunman.
Cloud stifled a laugh. He didn’t know whether he’d be pissed or amused by such a spectacle. Probably both.
In a bored tone, the silver-haired man drawled, “Do I pass inspection?”
For a moment, Cloud was struck by an old memory of his Cadet days.
Cloud had been outside dressed in his Cadet uniform as he stood in line with the other Cadets while waiting for inspection. It was a very sunny day, which meant it was very hot and stuffy. Pollen was floating in the air, which caused half the Cadets to sneeze and rub at their noses.
Cloud usually suffered from bad allergies, but he didn’t let it show. He held in every sneeze and refrained from rubbing his nose. He stood stock still and at attention as he waited. The blond may have been one of the shorter Cadets, but he made up for it by being disciplined and serious about making it into the SOLDIER program.
Out of the corner of his eye, there was a flash of black and silver. He instinctively knew who it was and almost turned his head to look. He had to use every ounce of his will power not to turn his head towards the Demon of Wutai.
Steeling himself, he stood rigid as he waited. His eyes were trained forward and he didn’t realize he was being stared at until something large and black blocked his view. His pulse quickened and he knew he was sweating more out of nervousness than from the actual heat. Sephiroth was standing in front of him, looking at him!
Without moving his eyes, Cloud focused his eyes enough so that he could look at him without being obvious. Gaia, he was about to die. This was the closest he ever stood to his hero, his idol. He felt the butterflies fluttering madly around in his stomach killing each other.
“I like this one,” came Sephiroth deep, smooth baritone. It was so dreamy that the other Cadets, even the heterosexual ones, sighed in unison.
Another voice, familiar and exuberant, then chimed in. “Oh, that’s Spike! I like him, too. He’s a good guy.”
“So you’ve said a million times, Zachary,” murmured Sephiroth with a roll of his green eyes. Sometimes the hyperactive First was more than he could bear at times, yet regardless of that fact, he still trusted Zack with his life.
“Oh, well, I didn’t know you were paying attention, Sephy!” Joked the black-spiky haired man that stood next to the silver-haired god as if he were his equal.
Ignoring his First for now, Sephiroth turned his attention back on the blond Cadet. Noticing that he was still standing at attention, he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and ordered, “At ease, Cadet.”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Automatically responded Cloud whose stance relaxed into a posture that was acceptable by SOLDIER standards. He relaxed his gaze enough so that he could acknowledge the other man just enough so that he wasn’t gawking at him rudely.
“Your name, Cadet?” Inquired the silver-haired General of Shinra. He was intrigued by the fact that Cloud was the only Cadet that wasn’t visibly drooling over him like a love-smitten fool.
“Cloud Strife, sir.”
“I presume that you’re attempting to get into the SOLDIER program?”
“Yes, sir.”
Pleased by that answer, Sephiroth nodded and said, “Good. I will personally put in a good word for you. I hope you make it into the program because we need more SOLDIERS like you, Strife.”
With that being said, the Silver General turned away, his lengthy hair and coat billowing behind him as he walked.
Zack gave Cloud a wink and thumbs up and then followed on the General’s heel like a puppy dog.
Cloud swore that he had about died where he had stood. He was rudely snapped out of his reverie the moment the shrill voice of his instructor came barreling down the line. The blond Cadet quickly stood back at attention with his heart swelling up in his chest.
“Yeah…wait a second,” murmured Cloud who then gingerly removed the towel from the larger man’s head. Dropping the towel over the edge of the tub, he walked to the sink and grabbed a comb. Returning with it, he combed out the other man’s long silver tresses. If he didn’t do it now, it would surely be a tangled mess in the morning. And Gaia, the man had such long hair. It was astonishing that it rarely tangled much and hardly ever received split ends.
Completely oblivious to Cloud’s flashback, Sephiroth stared at him as if awaiting orders. “Well?”
“Come on, grumpy, let’s go to bed,” said Cloud as he opened the bathroom door and strode out on his way to his bedroom. He didn’t have to look to know that Sephiroth was following on his heels. It was funny how things had flipped around on them. He wished that Zack could see them now. Well, not when they were in the tub, but right now with how Sephiroth acted. In a way, he felt like Zack was watching them. He half-smiled as he imagined Zack giving him two thumbs up from the Lifestream.
Standing in the dark, unseen and unmoving, Vincent watched silently as Sephiroth followed Cloud into his bedroom. The door shut and no one came out again. It was…well, the ex-Turk had not been expecting that, but things were slowly, but surely starting to click into place.

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Lying in the bed, Cloud was about to ease his eyes closed and drift into blissful sleep when he felt movement and heard a cough. Ignoring it, he opted to close his eyes and feign sleep.
Sephiroth had sat up and was staring hard at him. He coughed again. When that didn’t work, he shook Cloud by the shoulder. Hearing the man groan wearily, he rolled his eyes and then said, “Cloud, I know you’re not asleep.”
“Seph, go to sleep.”
“You promised to make it up to me.”
“Can’t I make it up to you in the morning?”
Sephiroth crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “No.”
The blond groaned again and rolled onto his back. He turned his head and looked at the ex-General. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
“You think that’s pain? I’ll show you real pain if you don’t keep your word, Cloud.”
Cloud smiled wryly. “Spoken like a true General.”
“What?” Sephiroth stared at him in such a way that mirrored the confusion of his voice.
“Nevermind…” mumbled the blond as he sat up until he was leaning against the headboard of the bed. “All right, what is it? What do you want?”
“I already told you in the bathroom. I want a kiss.”
“Oh…I was hoping you’d forget that.”
Sephiroth was not amused. “It’s either that or kill Valentine. Choose one.”
Cloud laid back down and mumbled, “All right, I’ll kill Vincent in the morning…”
When Sephiroth didn’t move, the blond man sat back up and regarded him with tired blue eyes. “You’re serious, aren’t you.”
“Yes, Cloud. You did it before. Do it again.”
Sighing, Cloud ran his fingers through his blond spikes a few times. “Very well. Lay down first.”
Obeying without hesitation, Sephiroth reclined into a laying position.
Cloud leaned over him, his breath gently ghosting over the skin of Sephiroth’s face, which tickled the man under him slightly. He hesitated, but only for a moment. Closing in the distance between them, his lips brushed softly against slightly parted lips in what he thought was a chaste kiss. He made to pull away after a couple of moments, but a strong hand held him in place by the back of his head. The blond was surprised when he felt those thin lips part more and press more insistently against his own.
Surprised, but not put off by that action, Cloud cupped the side of Sephiroth’s face and kissed him senseless. As their lips slowly and gently moved against each other, time seemed to stand still. His thumb traced little circles over the skin of Sephiroth’s cheekbone as he kissed him.
There was no passionate heat behind it. It was slow, sensual, and brimming full of a timeless display of something they both have lacked most of their lives. Whatever it was, it was exhibited in the way that they touched and kissed each other. It was honest and open.
Cloud didn’t completely understand what his feelings were. They were so mixed up that it was hard to decipher what he felt. What he did know was that there was something there. Something more than before. He had some sort of feelings for Sephiroth, something deeper and more complex than before Sephiroth’s rebirth. It was more than just mere obligation to save the Planet. Whatever it was, it left him feeling weak and exposed, yet happy and weightless at the same time.
When Cloud pulled away from Sephiroth’s lips, he was half surprised to find that he had kissed the other man to sleep. Staring down at him now, he noticed how the moonlight filtered into the room and played across his pale face. His silver hair glittered in the moonlight, making him look ethereal.
It was kind of ironic that Sephiroth resembled a god most when he was at peace and not killing anyone or anything.
As if transfixed, Cloud had to touch his face to make sure that he was real. Sometimes when he woke up during the night, he had to touch the silver-haired man to know that he was really real and not just some figment of his lonely, deprived imagination.
Sephiroth had fallen into the depths of insanity a long time ago, but sometimes, sometimes Cloud felt that he had followed right on the angel’s heels into madness.

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