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Any Port in a Storm	By : chocobogoddess Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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- 1-Any Port in a Storm
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Disclaimer: A few months ago, I wrote this as part of Drakonlily’s fic series, set within Reno’s story “I Tried” after the Gold Saucer scene. This and her story are based on Final Fantasy VII, which is owned by SquareEnix. The characters are theirs, the characterizations are ours.
Warning: Not my usual AeriSeph. Hope y’all don’t mind.
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I left him, Jenova's voice screaming at me. So much tension, so much desire, and I needed an outlet. As I moved in the darkness, I felt another pull--and Jenova felt it, too.
You want release? she said slyly, and then I found myself at the balcony of another room, hand already hovering over the latch. Here, sweet. Just the thing for you.
I could feel her hatred of the one sleeping restlessly on the other side of the door. I could never understand the degree to which Jenova wanted to hurt the girl. She wanted the Cetra—even now, I cannot think that word without my skin crawling, such was the intensity of Jenova’s loathing—to suffer, to feel pain, to be humiliated.
I had not lied to Reno. I found him far more interesting, with his anger and smoldering tenacity. His denial and will ignited my blood with the barest of thoughts; even in his fear, he fought me...though even in his disgust, he pitied me.
Aeris, on the other hand, accepted me. Sometimes I wondered why. One might say she wanted me for who I was, but who WAS I? What was I? How would she know what the ‘real’ me was, if she had never met me before Jenova?
Hells. I didn’t know which was the real me, either.
The doors parted without a touch; like a shade, I was granted access to the room as though no barrier existed. She was alone. Her friends were out, enjoying the Gold Saucer’s sights and diversions like fools. A thought, unbidden, rose up in me, anger at how they could leave the most important member of their little troupe so unguarded, so vulnerable to the night.
To me.
I watched her sleep for only a minute; a minute was all I needed to take in every detail. She slept without peace, murmuring, hands twitching, legs kicking blankets away from her form.
Go on, Jenova urged. Perhaps not as much fun as the other, but this one thinks she will change you. Let me hear her scream your name. I want to listen to the hope in her voice, so that when we crush her, she will weep in betrayal.
As if to help me along, she made me take a step into the room. My own will took over—at least, it felt as though it did, but one never knew—and I walked on my own the rest of the way. I felt Jenova withdraw, leaving me alone with the sleeping girl.
It didn’t matter anymore. I knew no matter what I did, she would allow it. Aeris wanted me, or wanted some long-dead image of me. She thought she could cure me. That was what amused Jenova so much, that anyone thought I could be saved.
Suppressed desire roiled in me, wanting to be let loose upon this new target. So what if she wasn’t him? So what if she would feel different, taste different—in the end, I needed release. I knelt on the bed, straddling her, pushing the nightdress she wore up away from her legs, her thighs. She gasped but still slept. I could smell her body’s reaction to my touch, the warm scent that was too familiar.
I say again, it didn’t matter. I was ready, and awake or not, so was she.
The force of my entry did wake her then, her eyes flying open in shock, pain, fluttering half-closed in desire as I moved out and in again. The cry she meant to make in alarm was smothered beneath my mouth, fiercely, angrily, desperately invading her body in a mirror of what I’d already started below.
Fabric ripped under my hands, my fingers found her skin and dug into it, heedless of the bruises they would leave. All I cared about was letting this frustration free, to justify the impotence I felt in one part of my existence by proving myself some other way. Aeris moaned, her own hands gripping at my coat, my hair, anything, no longer fighting.
That is not to say she merely endured my assault; had I wanted her the way I wanted Reno, I might have found her an amazing partner in bed. I felt her body constrict around me, her misplaced lust and need fueling her climax. The pull was undeniable. Reno or not, she was a warm body acquiescing to mine.
I bit down on her lip, hard, until I tasted blood. She cried out again and again, my name spoken on every indrawn breath until her body jerked in my hands. The tightening of her passage around me increased, until suddenly I just couldn’t go on any more. Throwing my head back, I let out a roar that should have shattered the windows as I came violently within her.
Release at last.
Half-weeping, still gasping for breath, she raised a shaking hand to my face. She loved me, honestly loved me, with some terribly twisted sense of loyalty for what she thought I was. Perhaps it was that she, like all her people, needed to be needed. Perhaps she actually believed in the senseless dream that one day, she would save me and I would love her back.
“S-sephiroth,” she whispered, intending to say more, perhaps entreat me to stay, but I wanted to go. Instead I pushed myself off the bed and turned away, fixing my clothes. More loudly, from behind me now, I heard her repeat, “Sephiroth!”
“Go back to sleep,” I growled, calling forth power, intending to force her to do just that. She was hardier than I remembered, however, or maybe I was weaker without Jenova’s support. Either way, it was disturbing to hear her footsteps padding behind me. Before I could reach the window, she threw her arms around my waist and held on until I stopped. “What?” I snapped, annoyed.
“Don’t go.” Even muffled, her plea was clear. “Please. Stay. Talk to me, anything.”
I looked down at her. Her lip was swollen, a dark stain against the paleness of her face. I should have been angry, disgusted. I had used her—not for the first time—to satisfy some animal urge and here she was, begging me to linger. Jenova cackled somewhere in the back of my mind, vastly enjoying the spectacle of torn clothing and bruised skin before me.
And amid it all, the only thought I had was that I would rather she be a different person. Not her, not this lovesick, confused, utterly pathetic tiny woman. I envisioned hair like flame; eyes blue, not green; lean muscle instead of feminine curves.
Damn my body, but it stirred at the thought. I had to close my eyes against the vision. Lust for another would make me use her yet again, and she would accept it just as she had a moment ago. I whirled away before I could let myself be tempted. I strode to the balcony, tuned out her tearful cries and made it to the ledge.
“I can see you,” she said unexpectedly.
I paused, a chill going through me. “What did you say?”
She swallowed and approached slowly, as if I might bolt or attack. “I see you. Behind the prison she’s locked you in.” When I did neither, she went on a little more boldly. “And I can see that you want something you can’t have.”
“Tell your voices to mind their own,” I scoffed, unsure if they were my words or Jenova’s. “You can not comprehend what I want.” On a whim, I reached out and caught her chin in my hand, drawing her forward. “I, on the other hand, know precisely what you want.”
Jenova approved of the gesture; small wonder, for Aeris’s eyes grew languid, her face flushed. She stepped closer, and this time I did not push her away. It was easier, for some reason, to pretend this time. Was it Jenova’s influence that made it bearable to pull Aeris into my arms when she was the last person I wanted? Was that what made my body ache to take her again and again until she couldn’t handle it anymore?
One more time, beloved, came Jenova’s hard, silky voice. Make her believe you want her, that you weaken for her.
And I, Sephiroth, had to obey.
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