Of Gods And Of Monsters
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
866
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Of Gods And Of Monsters
Warnings: SLIGHT religious tones, I suppose, seeming NCS at first, Yaoi.
Pairing: Well, you’ll just have to read and find out.
Disclaimer: Square Enix characters ^_^ Song is Of Gods And Of Monsters by Atreyu.
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Of Gods And Of Monsters
You Do Not Giveth
Possessive hands danced over his skin, sliding along the flesh, teasing it into reaction, despite the anger that coursed through the jade eyes so unlike, and so alike, the monster’s. He was the God, perfection. He was perfected from a imperfect thing. A humane animal. A monster. He was the God, and here he was, beneath the monster, his breath catching against his will. Fingers sunk into his skin, no doubt leaving prints behind, trying to stop the perfection that the youth radiated, wanting to mark it and maim it.
Therefore You Cannot Taketh Away
The hands spread his thighs, thighs that were quivering with need, but still attempting to close despite the urgings from both the hands and the poor teen’s hormone-infested body. He was already bared to the monster’s eyes, why did the jade-eyed imperfection have to put him in such a state of lust and humiliation? A virgin sacrifice to the monster, the perfect sacrifice to the imperfection. How he loved and hated the monster above him, and he wouldn’t push him away. The monster and the God both knew that the monster would get what he wanted. Lifting his hand, the God’s fingers played through the monster’s hair, drawing him down for a soft kiss.
No Being Is My Master
The monster’s eyes glowed brightly in the dark, a cruel smile up tilting his lips. The velvet voice that spoke to the teen sent shivers down his spine, “Say it..” The fiend whispered, leaning down and dragging his tongue along the line of the God’s collarbone, “No.” Was the readied answer. They both knew, knew that the God would give in with the small touches that the monster always bestowed upon him, but they both also enjoyed the game. Teeth and tongue played along the God’s skin, teasing around the two nubs that adorned his chest, “Say it.” Was the growled command, and the God once more denied the monster, “No!” The yell urged a rumbling laugh from the monster’s lips as he slid further down, tongue drawing along his navel.
I Am Not A Spiritual Slave
A deep whine left the teen’s throat, and the elder lifted his head from where it had been pressed against the youth‘s thigh, jade eyes sparkling slightly, “Say it.” The monster purred to the God, a deep look of longing passing over the youth face, “Please..” It wasn’t what the monster wanted, but he could see the words in the God’s eyes, Please, take me, Master, that longing, needing, pleading look read. The fiend slid up once more, long fingers gripping the God’s thighs, lifting him, physically urging the youth to prepare. Pearly white teeth sunk into the God’s lower lip and he gave a minute nod, relaxed all but for the fists that glowed almost as bright as their eyes in the darkness.
Heavenly Father
Perfect eyes stared wide, meeting those of his likeness, both mako-infused orbs hazy with need and pleasure. The teen gave another mute nod, and fire erupted through him, he was split apart and impaled along the length of the monster’s cock, driving deep and tearing him. The God’s back arched at an inhumane angle, a perfect scream emitting from perfectly shaped lips. The monster gave a voiceless groan, the God was heavenly, no pun intended. As expected, the youth’s fists flailed, striking the powerful elder’s chest, forcing him to stay still, to put his attention, and hand, on the wrists, pinning them above the God’s head, “Don’t hit me.” The imperfect monster snarled, and the God calmed, giving a meek apology.
Righteous Son
After a long moment of mingled breath, both perfection and not began to move in the age old motions the God had perfected, the youth’s light shone for the monster at those moments, making the imperfect perfect for a life-shattering second. The monster’s movement was rough and unrefined, the God’s body moving in gracefully flowing motions despite the pain that the monster knew the perfection was in. They tainted each other, tainted and perfected and unperfected each other in a never-ending cycle. The monster’s cock pressed deep, coated in crimson blood of the God, and the God’s hips moved to push his length up into the hand that encircled it’s width.
Holy Ghost
Lips sought out lips, sealing together minds, bodies, and souls. Black and white, total opposites stuck in so alike bodies. The youth and the elder, the monster and god, the death and the life, all intermingling, lost in the other, never-ending, never able to see where one ends and the other began. Fingers clasped, and legs wove around hips, teeth and tongues clashed in a battle for dominance even as the monster conquered the God. Eventually the perfection of the moment had to end with another of the beautiful screams that left the youth’s mouth. The monster’s fingers grew wet with the God’s seed, and the elder groaned silently, sending himself deep within the clenching heat of the perfect body. His imperfect seed coated the God’s insides once more, marking and tainting as they always did, burning tears into the youth’s eyes.
Fiction
Breath slowly calmed as the monster withdrew, lowering himself to rest between the God’s legs to lap at the blood and his own tainted seed that immediately followed his withdrawal. The God groaned his approval, glowing jade eyes closing as the monster’s tongue slid upwards to clean off the perfection’s seed from his own hand, and then the length it originated from. Soft smiles played over the youth’s lips as they pressed to the Monster’s mutely, sitting himself up and patting the bedding beside him, the age-old custom completed as the Monster rested against the headboard of the bed and the God knelt between his legs. The youth’s tongue spayed over the blood and cum covered cock of the elder’s, drawing the liquids from the skin.
In My Brethren, Love, And Friends
The God slowly moved from his space, being so careful of his movements as his body ached horribly with the damage the monster had done, but they were both content, painful or not. The monster moved the God delicately, lifting him easily into his arms and moving the bedspread away, then settling the youth between the sheets. The monster slid in next to the God, pressing his lips to the youth’s temple. The youth smiled once more and snuggled into the elder, who, in turn, slid his arms and possessively cradled the young God against him. Lips pressed to his own once more, a seeking, sweet ending to their violent play. The blankets were drawn over sweat-chilling skin, and the curled into each other, yin and yang, but both very much shades of perfect and imperfect mixed grays.
I Need No Divinity On Which To Urge My Soul
The two rested together, the young God’s lips parting in a whispered sealing of their sinful acts, “I love you, Sephiroth.” The perfect youth whispered, pressing his lips to the Monster’s, drawing him close, dragging a declaration from the imperfect elder’s lips, “I love you too, Kadaj.” The elder whispered in return, smiling down at his young god. As the perfect god’s eyes slid closed, and the monster stayed up well into the night, stroking the youth’s hair. Silent words flowed from the monster’s lips, ever so caring as not to wake the slowly healing God, “..I’ll protect you from the monsters of the night, my child, my perfect, young little God…but, I am not so sure I can protect you from myself…”
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Well…*I* liked it!
Review and feed my muses?
Kadaj: Please review...tell her how much you hate it…-rubs his bottom.- Ow.
Sephiroth: Shut up, ‘God’, at least you weren’t called Monster the whole time!
Kadaj: YOU ARE A MONSTER! Eh…eh…eh…
Sephiroth: You’ll pay for that, Clone..
Pairing: Well, you’ll just have to read and find out.
Disclaimer: Square Enix characters ^_^ Song is Of Gods And Of Monsters by Atreyu.
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Of Gods And Of Monsters
You Do Not Giveth
Possessive hands danced over his skin, sliding along the flesh, teasing it into reaction, despite the anger that coursed through the jade eyes so unlike, and so alike, the monster’s. He was the God, perfection. He was perfected from a imperfect thing. A humane animal. A monster. He was the God, and here he was, beneath the monster, his breath catching against his will. Fingers sunk into his skin, no doubt leaving prints behind, trying to stop the perfection that the youth radiated, wanting to mark it and maim it.
Therefore You Cannot Taketh Away
The hands spread his thighs, thighs that were quivering with need, but still attempting to close despite the urgings from both the hands and the poor teen’s hormone-infested body. He was already bared to the monster’s eyes, why did the jade-eyed imperfection have to put him in such a state of lust and humiliation? A virgin sacrifice to the monster, the perfect sacrifice to the imperfection. How he loved and hated the monster above him, and he wouldn’t push him away. The monster and the God both knew that the monster would get what he wanted. Lifting his hand, the God’s fingers played through the monster’s hair, drawing him down for a soft kiss.
No Being Is My Master
The monster’s eyes glowed brightly in the dark, a cruel smile up tilting his lips. The velvet voice that spoke to the teen sent shivers down his spine, “Say it..” The fiend whispered, leaning down and dragging his tongue along the line of the God’s collarbone, “No.” Was the readied answer. They both knew, knew that the God would give in with the small touches that the monster always bestowed upon him, but they both also enjoyed the game. Teeth and tongue played along the God’s skin, teasing around the two nubs that adorned his chest, “Say it.” Was the growled command, and the God once more denied the monster, “No!” The yell urged a rumbling laugh from the monster’s lips as he slid further down, tongue drawing along his navel.
I Am Not A Spiritual Slave
A deep whine left the teen’s throat, and the elder lifted his head from where it had been pressed against the youth‘s thigh, jade eyes sparkling slightly, “Say it.” The monster purred to the God, a deep look of longing passing over the youth face, “Please..” It wasn’t what the monster wanted, but he could see the words in the God’s eyes, Please, take me, Master, that longing, needing, pleading look read. The fiend slid up once more, long fingers gripping the God’s thighs, lifting him, physically urging the youth to prepare. Pearly white teeth sunk into the God’s lower lip and he gave a minute nod, relaxed all but for the fists that glowed almost as bright as their eyes in the darkness.
Heavenly Father
Perfect eyes stared wide, meeting those of his likeness, both mako-infused orbs hazy with need and pleasure. The teen gave another mute nod, and fire erupted through him, he was split apart and impaled along the length of the monster’s cock, driving deep and tearing him. The God’s back arched at an inhumane angle, a perfect scream emitting from perfectly shaped lips. The monster gave a voiceless groan, the God was heavenly, no pun intended. As expected, the youth’s fists flailed, striking the powerful elder’s chest, forcing him to stay still, to put his attention, and hand, on the wrists, pinning them above the God’s head, “Don’t hit me.” The imperfect monster snarled, and the God calmed, giving a meek apology.
Righteous Son
After a long moment of mingled breath, both perfection and not began to move in the age old motions the God had perfected, the youth’s light shone for the monster at those moments, making the imperfect perfect for a life-shattering second. The monster’s movement was rough and unrefined, the God’s body moving in gracefully flowing motions despite the pain that the monster knew the perfection was in. They tainted each other, tainted and perfected and unperfected each other in a never-ending cycle. The monster’s cock pressed deep, coated in crimson blood of the God, and the God’s hips moved to push his length up into the hand that encircled it’s width.
Holy Ghost
Lips sought out lips, sealing together minds, bodies, and souls. Black and white, total opposites stuck in so alike bodies. The youth and the elder, the monster and god, the death and the life, all intermingling, lost in the other, never-ending, never able to see where one ends and the other began. Fingers clasped, and legs wove around hips, teeth and tongues clashed in a battle for dominance even as the monster conquered the God. Eventually the perfection of the moment had to end with another of the beautiful screams that left the youth’s mouth. The monster’s fingers grew wet with the God’s seed, and the elder groaned silently, sending himself deep within the clenching heat of the perfect body. His imperfect seed coated the God’s insides once more, marking and tainting as they always did, burning tears into the youth’s eyes.
Fiction
Breath slowly calmed as the monster withdrew, lowering himself to rest between the God’s legs to lap at the blood and his own tainted seed that immediately followed his withdrawal. The God groaned his approval, glowing jade eyes closing as the monster’s tongue slid upwards to clean off the perfection’s seed from his own hand, and then the length it originated from. Soft smiles played over the youth’s lips as they pressed to the Monster’s mutely, sitting himself up and patting the bedding beside him, the age-old custom completed as the Monster rested against the headboard of the bed and the God knelt between his legs. The youth’s tongue spayed over the blood and cum covered cock of the elder’s, drawing the liquids from the skin.
In My Brethren, Love, And Friends
The God slowly moved from his space, being so careful of his movements as his body ached horribly with the damage the monster had done, but they were both content, painful or not. The monster moved the God delicately, lifting him easily into his arms and moving the bedspread away, then settling the youth between the sheets. The monster slid in next to the God, pressing his lips to the youth’s temple. The youth smiled once more and snuggled into the elder, who, in turn, slid his arms and possessively cradled the young God against him. Lips pressed to his own once more, a seeking, sweet ending to their violent play. The blankets were drawn over sweat-chilling skin, and the curled into each other, yin and yang, but both very much shades of perfect and imperfect mixed grays.
I Need No Divinity On Which To Urge My Soul
The two rested together, the young God’s lips parting in a whispered sealing of their sinful acts, “I love you, Sephiroth.” The perfect youth whispered, pressing his lips to the Monster’s, drawing him close, dragging a declaration from the imperfect elder’s lips, “I love you too, Kadaj.” The elder whispered in return, smiling down at his young god. As the perfect god’s eyes slid closed, and the monster stayed up well into the night, stroking the youth’s hair. Silent words flowed from the monster’s lips, ever so caring as not to wake the slowly healing God, “..I’ll protect you from the monsters of the night, my child, my perfect, young little God…but, I am not so sure I can protect you from myself…”
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Well…*I* liked it!
Review and feed my muses?
Kadaj: Please review...tell her how much you hate it…-rubs his bottom.- Ow.
Sephiroth: Shut up, ‘God’, at least you weren’t called Monster the whole time!
Kadaj: YOU ARE A MONSTER! Eh…eh…eh…
Sephiroth: You’ll pay for that, Clone..