Sephiroth's soul redemption

A/n
I thought it might be interesting to get Sephiroth high on some kind of drug, only nothing as trivial as marijuana or something that makes you feel and see things that aren’t real. It had to be something that would allow for spiritual growth, like a peyote healing, and would stimulate him to share something more of himself.

Dead weight


Sephiroth felt nervous. This was a feeling he hadn’t had to cope with in a long time. He went over the conversation he had had with Graduate Seng a couple of days ago. During that little heart-to-heart, things had come to light that needed attending to.

He had unintentionally struck out at the graduate, hurting him not physically, but spiritually. The event had left him shaken and shocked. What if he lost control again? What if he actually hurt someone beyond repair?

Even though he abhorred the use of drugs to accomplish this ‘inner voyage’ as Seng had called it, he did realize he needed to go deeper, and the more hidden layers of his mind had proven too well locked away to be breached by conventional ways.

Sephiroth entered the empty apartment room beside his. Jeh-ri, as usual, flitting across the floor in quick efficient movements, the fabric of the black Hakama he wore rustling as he went around the large room. In each corner he placed a large conical crystal, together with a stick stuck in a can filled with dirt. At the top of the stick he tied a bundle of long coloured strips of coloured cloth, and lit a large candle in the same colour, which he placed in a large flat bowl that he filled with water..

Zack sat behind Jeh-ri’s laptop, and was looking at something in the music program.
“What is ‘grounding bells’, Jehr?” He asked.

“That is what we need, click on that , Zack.” The red haired man said, as he walked to the centre of the room. He had drawn a large circle on the floor with chalk, and placed different stones around the outside of the circle. Then deep gonging bell like tones of started to reverberate through the room, creating the illusion that the space was a lot larger and cave like.

“Seph, I didn’t hear you come in.” Zack said.

“That looks really nice, Zack, where did you get that?” The silver haired man asked, as he saw the dark brown silk full-length kimono, covered by a plain black over coat that his friend was wearing.

“This is Jeh-ri’s, he has got one for you too.” He looked at the red haired man, who kneeled by a large flat black box. On the shiny lid perched the Chimaera, inlaid in silver. It was the symbol of the Charrander clan, Nathan’s family.

“This is a gift from Nathan. He gave it to me to keep for myself, or to pass it on if I felt that someone needed it more than I do. I thought it might be fitting for the ritual tonight.” He said, opening the lid and pulled away a layer of paper.
Under the paper lay a similar silk kimono, but in jet-black.

“You agreed, no Shinra, no titles or ranks, no uniforms, just three men.” That was true.

He nodded in agreement. This would be an interesting experiment if nothing else. Jeh-ri picked up the box and moved of to the adjoined bedroom where only an unmade bed stood under the shuttered window. He placed the box on the bed, as Sephiroth took off the overcoat, boots and pants. He reached inside the box and hung a wide sash across his shoulder, then pulled out the length of silk from the black lacquered box.


As the fabric moved in the light, the Chimaera interwoven in the garment appeared, mouth open wide, talons outstretched as it clawed its way from the hem up to the collar. Sephiroth let the under kimono slide over his hands, tilting it in the light. Then took it into his arms, and pressed his face into it, breathing in the scent that clung to it. Jeh-ri realized then Nathan had worn it the night he and him had spent together.

Jeh-ri stood before him, his eyes closed as he saw what the energy contained in the black silk was doing to the General. He turned and bent his knees slightly so that the shorter man could slide the fabric across his shoulders, and in one fast swoop pulled his hair out from under the collar, them moving around under his arm, and faced him.

His hands covered in the sleeves that were too long, and the hem thean formed a black shiny puddle around his feet.

“Bit big, isn’t it?” He said, frowning slightly.

“It is meant to be too big. I just have to fold it around you to make it fit, adapt it to your preference.” He said as he walked around him

“You have done this for others, I presume?” The General asked.

“Nathan has taught me how, and later a the temple I have dressed Master Samune and Master Tsuba a couple of times.” Jeh-ri answered.

“I would think you would have more experience at taking clothes off Nathan.” He said, pointing out he knew about the fact that the Commander and he were intimate with each other once.

“That is a bit on the nose, Seph.”

“You get any enjoyment out of it, then?” He asked, sounding curious..

“Our people consider it an honour if you are allowed to dress a superior. It is a sign of trust, and it is appreciated by both parties. Now, do we have mutual trust, Sephiroth?”

“I’m sorry if I offended you, force of habit.” He said, his face sincere.

“This ritual won’t work if I don’t feel safe enough around you to let you in, either,.” he said, his voice low, as he felt his courage fall. He had been looking forward to tonight, but he was going to make things too hard for the other if he didn’t lower his guard a little.
He put a hand to Jeh-ri’s cheek, indicating he was sorry.

“I’m all yours.” He said, and he stepped back, his arms out.

He pulled out a slim black ribbon that was kept in a small pocket in one of the sleeves, and draped over his shoulder. Then sliding his hands along the shoulder seam, inward toward his neck, shortening the sleeves, so only his fingers were half visible. First left then right, taking the sides and folded them across his chest.

“Left over right, other wise you’d be laying in your coffin.” His eyes showed a slight glimmer of amusement at that morbid little anecdote, as Jeh-ri made him press one hand to his abdomen and one to his back to hold the folds in place so he could secure them with the black ribbon.

Then pulled some of the slack from the bottom up over the ribbon, as it was too long, letting the hem just touch the ground. He pulled out the dark brown over Kimono, which was of a much heavier, plainer weave, and had a much duller shine to it. Sephiroth shook his head at first, not liking the heavy quality of the garment.

“Do you want to be walking around in our underwear.?” He asked.

“Why shouldn’t I?” He asked. “Nathan did.”

Then he smiled slightly and let the other man slide the second layer over the first, this being shorter in the sleeves, only needed the wider obi to hold it in place. The contrast between the silvery gleam of his thigh long hair to the matt brown of the Kimono was incredible. Jeh-ri preceded him as he re entered the main room.

“My God.” Zack said smiling broadly, appreciating change in appearance.

“Sephiroth will do.” The silver haired man said quietly as he knelt down opposite his friend, but couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.

Jeh-ri pulled a small beaded leather pouch out of his medicine box and shook some of the contents in a shallow bowl. He lit the silvery green leaves, which smoked and smouldered, giving off a strange sweet scent. Then he walked around the circle, chanting;

“Asato ma sad gamaya
Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
Mrtyor mamrtam gamaya”

Then knelt down again, opposite Zack and Sephiroth.

“What does that mean?” Zack asked.

“It means;’ from delusion, lead me to truth, from darkness, lead me to light, from death, lead me to immortality.’”

“That is on Enak’s tattoo too.” Sephiroth said. “You expect us to die tonight?”

“I have taken all the precautionary matters I can. The tethering crystals will allow us safe passage to and fro, but is not without danger,.” he said, opening the bag of Veritas herb and pulled out several cigarettes which had been rolled previously, realizing he would be too nervous to do it tonight.

“You can still change your mind, Sephiroth, it is quite different for everyone who uses it. You have never tried something like this have you?” The silver haired man slowly shook his head.
“You’ll probably go numb all over. You sort of forget you have a body, and you could totally sink into yourself, engross yourself in personal dialogue. Your face and hands can become extremely sensitive.”

“From then onward anything is possible, from hysteric laughing to getting unspeakable horny.” Zack said, having experienced all the previous phases and even discovering a couple of new ones, exchanged a glance with Jeh-ri.

The thought of an extremely aroused Sephiroth was exiting but very frightening at the same time as he would be totally defenceless.

“And what phase are you two in?” He asked, smiling slyly as he squinted his eyes.

“All of them, I think.” Zack chortled, and they both sniggered, having thoroughly explored all possibilities.

“Behave Zack, not tonight.” The redhead said, having gotten that part of their gathering out of the way earlier that evening, before Sephiroth joined them.

“Aaaww, spoilsport.” Zack said, and rummaged in the wooden box of the medicine kit, and slid the lighter toward his partner. They all moved on to the hides, Jeh-ri gesturing for the two others to get closer.

He closed his eyes, praying briefly, asking his spirit helpers to watch over them tonight, to grant him clear vision, and the strength and bravery needed to cope with what he could perceive.

“I think as someone who always likes to be in control of every thing you will find this quite an eye opener, Sephiroth. Just remember to not hang on to any coherent thought, just let go.” Jeh-ri said.

Then he lit up the veritas joint, showing Sephiroth what to do as he put the burning end into his mouth first, the same way Erik had done in the nightclub. Zach sucked in the smoke, their lips almost touching. Then he held out his hand, indicating for Sephiroth to come closer.
He reached over to him placing one hand in Jeh-ri’s neck, as he had suddenly made the decision to definitely participate, as the copper haired man blew smoke into his mouth. He inhaled, and let it out slowly as he had seen Zack do before. As he exhaled the air was almost clean. He took the smoke from Jeh-ri’s hand, and placed it back to front in his mouth, blowing it into his.

Their eyes locked as he inhaled, feeling the taller man’s energy slip into his, defences peeling away, layer by layer. Slowly letting the smoke flow from his lungs, and felt it burning in his throat, but refused to cough, not wanting the moment to be ruined. Zack took the joint from the silverhead, and in haled too deeply, coughing loudly.

“You’re too greedy, Zack.” Jeh-ri said scraping his throat, handing him one of the bottles of water sitting beside the medicine box. Zack drank, swallowing hard, easing the pain in his throat, then Sephiroth took the bottle, as his mouth had gone dry as well.

Sephiroth felt himself sink into his body, his breathing becoming heavy and slow. His mind seemed to want to wander, not think about anything but everything at the same time, not being able to hang on to one coherent thought was annoying at first, but after a short while he felt it was kind of a relief not having to focus, to just let things evolve.

He laid down on his side, resting his head on one folded arm, his eyes still and distant.

“And he is off! Outta heeere!!” Zack said.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Sephiroth had left the building!” Jeh-ri said, and they both burst into gales of laughter so bad, they ended up coughing until tears started streaming down their cheeks.

Zack laid his head in Jeh-ri’s lap, and let his hand slide inside his Yukata, running the back of his hand across the other’s chest.

“I’m still here, you know..…” Sephiroth said, his voice so deep, it resonated perfectly with the sound of the bells still produced by the laptop. Zack giggled.

Jeh-ri reached over, stroking away some of the long silver strands of hair from his face. He could tell by the light widening of his pupils the skin was sensitive there, and gently trailed his fingertips along the others forehead, and the edge of his ear, along his jaw, and the edge of his slightly parted lips. His breathing got deeper and deeper, as Jeh-ri slid his fingers down along his throat, and to his neck, gently digging his fingertips into the hair at the base of his skull, cradling his head.

He moved to put his head beside Zack’s, so Jeh-ri could run his hands along both of their faces, and then into the silk of the kimono’s, warmed by their bodies. He found their beating hearts, Zack’s erratic and fluttering, Sephiroth’s slow and laboured. Zack turned his head to face his friend, and placed a hand against his cheek, and they faced each other, their foreheads touching.

The mood Sephiroth found himself sinking into was quite pleasant, his feelings and emotions becoming distant just as Jeh-ri had said. It had been very fascinating to notice his entire body go numb, but not realizing this until the smaller man touched his face, trailing the fingertips along the edges.

Jeh-ri’s small supple hand on his chest, Zack’s hand on his face. Then the redhead pulled the other hand away, and placed the fingertips against his forehead, just between he slim silver eyebrows. It started to tingle there, as the hand on his third eye and the one on his solar plexus formed an arch, a connection he felt as if his heart was being peeled open, the capsule Nathan had placed there started to pulsate in time with his inner beat, his breathing becoming shallow and fast. Then Jeh-ri pressed his mouth against his forehead and he felt the slightly bigger callused hand of Zack grab hold of his. There was a strange buzzing in his ears as he started to calm down again.

Zack started to climb out of the initial incohersion, and now felt like talking about stuff.

“Jehr, how does it work, that what you did with me in the shower last week?” He asked, turning so he could face Jeh-ri.

So that is what the gossip had been all about. Sephiroth had caught wind of some wild story of two officers having sex in one of the officers bathrooms, now he managed to focus on the conversation between these two, as he had been quite curious about all the goings on with this strange creature that had been assigned to him.

Jeh-ri started to talk, his voice low and and the words coming slowly.

“Nutria are blank body cells, able to take any shape required to replace damaged tissue. Each cell has a cellular memory, and the blank cell can ask the healthy cell next to the damaged one what its function was before it got damaged or destroyed, then taking its place, then looking inward to itself, seeing the memory of the cell restored, and passing it on to the next blank cell that comes along and so forth until all damage is repaired.”

“Where does that Nutria come from?” Sephiroth asked.

“Women are the only ones able to make the nutria from semen and unused nesting material from the womb. Instead of menstruation, the tissues get reabsorbed and transformed, and they pass it on when having sex, or just letting it be leeched from the vein, here.” He said touching the spot that Zach now frequently used..… “Men can store quite a bit in their bodies to maintain themselves, until they are able to mate again.”

“Is that what’s in those vials I keep seeing you take?” Zack asked. Jeh-ri nodded.

“I always wanted to ask you, are you a hermaphrodite or something?” Zack asked, knowing what a vagina would feel like, having been with Aeris, and some other girls too.

“No. Hermaphrodites are infertile. I was born as a woman. Usually after making a change like this, one set of genitals just disappears in time. But as things turned out, it was better for me to maintain both parts. Althean men are very vulnerable without a woman near, but Althean women can sustain themselves as long as there is a willing man around.” He said, his voice soft and dreamy.

“Good thing Zack volunteered, isn’t it?” Sephiroth mused, and he started to think about the way he had felt about the small redheaded man’s presence in his office the first couple of weeks, how it had unnerved him. The effeminate way he moved sometimes when he thought he wasn’t being watched. He had sensed the female energy in him and hadn’t been able to place it, but had grown used to it soon.

“Yeah, it such a terrible chore, but someone has to do it,” Zack moaned.

“You want to tell me about your father, Seph?” Jeh-ri asked.

The silver haired man sighed deeply, and his eyes became distant. “I have heard of people owning pets, and that after a certain amount of time they start taking over certain aspects of each other’s appearance.”

“You mean you see yourself as your fathers pet?” Zack asked. “That is really weird, Seph.”

Sephiroth had to think about that. He didn’t really realize he had expressed it that way until Zack pointed it out to him. How could he make that assessment when he didn’t really have any idea of how a parent is supposed to treat a child? Maybe this was something else he had to thank Nathan for, having shown him something to use as a reference.

“Any idiot can conceive a child, Zack, but that doesn’t make you a parent or even a good
one.” Jeh-ri said.

“I have seen how Nathan is with the Stone twins. They look at him like a father, even though he isn’t. And he treats them like his sons.” Zack said.

“He thinks of lots of people in his army as his children. I don’t think that comes in handy when it comes to sending them into battle, to die.” Sephiroth said, thinking of his own attitude toward this army. Seeing them as instruments for him to achieve the goals just as Shinra uses him.

“We would all give our lives for him, Seph, because we believe in his purpose, for the common good of the people we protect.” Jeh-ri said. “We all realize all too good well that death is inevitable, we are warriors, and we die defending that what we love, but of course we prefer to live.”

“Who do you love here, Seph?”’ Zack asked suddenly, and Jeh-ri was surprised at him having caught on the core issue at hand.

Seph eyes went distant again, not wanting to answer that question. Maybe he didn’t realize that there was love for him here to find, of he just never had given it any thought.” “I really don’t know.” He said finally

“Love can take on many forms, Seph.” Jeh-ri said. “I mean, you can love situations, hobbies, animals, you name it. But just because you love something or someone, doesn’t necessarily mean you want to get physical with it. I just think your idea of what love is like is like is kind of out of whack.”

“Yeah, you could even love your sword, but having sex with it will be a very dangerous thing to do.” Zack chimed in.

“Not to mention extremely sick, Zack.” Jeh-ri said.

“I have just not found a lot of use for love.” Sephiroth said, his voice distant.

“Just another unnecessary emotion, is that what you think of it?” Jeh-ri asked

“I realize that emotions can be useful at times, I just never have found a time in which they were.” He mused

“Hence your trouble at interacting with others. You can say what you want or try to hide as much as you want, but you are still a human being. It is not really healthy to deal with emotions like they are an unused set of kitchen utensils, Seph,” Zack said. “It is what I have been trying to teach you.”

“You really never had any women around you when you were growing up?” Jeh-ri asked.

“Sure, but Hojo just kept them away from me, probably for that specific purpose of not being exposed to emotions, or being ‘babied’ as he called it. He had my future all figured out from the moment I was born, and being human wasn’t a desirable character aspect.” He said, his
head still resting comfortable on Jeh-ri’s lap. “Come to think of it, it wasn’t very handy of him, considering he now wants me to be interested in women.”

“Oh good Gaia, as if one of you isn’t hard enough to cope with!” Jeh-ri said.

“Huh? What do you mean by that?” Zack asked.

“I can only think of one reason why he’d want you to be interested in women, Seph.” Jeh-ri said.

“Oh..… I see, professor Hojo wants grandchildren, then?” Zack said, cottoning on.

“More defenceless test subjects more like.” Sephiroth sneered.

“We’d have to find a woman crazy enough who would let you near her, though.” Zack laughed.”

“I don’t know about that. Where I come from there are a lot of women who consider it an honour to mate with the strongest male available. I can think of a couple of scores of women who would be so disappointed at finding you not interested in the opposite sex.”

“Mating with the strongest male around would be desirable because it would produce strong offspring, no doubt.” Seph said. “Besides, I never said they didn’t interest me, I just never encountered one who managed to provoke any kind of reaction in me.”

Zack looked at Sephiroth. The connection in eye contact send a shiver through Zack as Sephiroth’s warning glance struck home. Jeh-ri noticed the exchange. Something passed between the two friends. Something so deep and secret, and not even the Veritas could breach it.

“What is the smile all about?” He asked looking at Jeh-ri who was just about bursting with mirth at some private joke.

“I am just trying to imagine you as a child. You know, little.”

“Bet ya he looked really cute with his toy Masamune to take to bed!” Zack chortled

“Yeah! I figure it was only five feet long too!” Jeh-ri laughed, Sephiroth just pursed his lips, and didn’t respond, as he didn’t really enjoy the fact that he was the subject of amusement.

Jeh-ri fell back to their former point of discussion, wanting to get something out.

“I '‘m sorry to say this but I can’t imagine any human being that cold and heartless to a child. I don’t want to freak you out or something, but I wonder if he really is your father. No matter how ambitious he might be, he must realize the psychological effects on a person when not taught or shown any kind of affection.” Jeh-ri said, very happy that the veritas kept his voice level, him being able to say this without getting all fired up.

A sudden thought occurred to Sephiroth then. Maybe it was true, that Hojo wasn’t his father. That would explain the disgust with which he was treated by the cold and calculating man who raised him. If he really had been his child, he would have maybe had some kind of affection in their interactions. The amount of distance could be a symptom of maybe either that he knew that he wasn’t his child, and he took that knowledge out on him all those years, meaning his mother would have had an affair of some kind, or was already pregnant when she and Hojo and her got involved.

The other possibility was that his father resented him for living while his mother, his partner, had died, hating him as he only reminded him of someone who was taken away from him when he was born.

Then again, Hojo seemed too intellectually advanced to reduce himself to something so basic, and the thought of him even loving his mother that much seemed too utterly uncharacteristic.

Either possibility seemed plausible, and he decided to store them away for future contemplation.

“Maybe I’m just too used to Nathan’s way of doing things. The contrast just seems too huge for me to wrap my head around.” Jeh-ri sighed.

“You are letting this get to you too much, dear.” Zack said. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?” Jeh-ri nodded in agreement.

The woman side was mad at having the child that Sephiroth once was used as a lab rat for his entire life. He really needed to distance himself a bit.

“Jeh-ri, why did you become a guy, anyway?” Zack asked, trailing one of his hands across his chest, and Jeh-ri knew he could see the female form in his energy, but not finding physical affirmation.

“Because I have a very strong male presence inside me. The sim inside me is mostly male and when it got upgraded to a combat sim, it only increased that side of me. I have always wanted to explore that part of my personality, but never had the possibility to do so.”

“How does that upgrading work?” Sephiroth asked, his eyes large and enveloping.

“The same way you upgrade yourself, only you use Mako, we use herbal infusions and natural hormones and steroids.”

Jeh-ri didn’t feel like talking about himself anymore, and refused to answer further questions. They just sat quietly together for a while listening to the deep tones reverberating through the room. He and the General made eye contact and stared at each other numbly, as if neither was really conscious of what the other was doing, until the tall man sat up and looked at him with a strange naughty gleam in his eyes.

“What is the Stone Twin Sandwich, Jeh-ri?” Sephiroth asked suddenly.

Jeh-ri shot him a glance of surprise, but then realized that Zack would have told it to him as it as too a tantalizing detail to withhold from his friend.

Jeh-ri sighed deeply as he was effortlessly dragged back to the memories of the time at the Project Ark Academy, and had shared a room with the brothers. At the time still quite innocent but not ignorant, had been pulled into the bizarre energy of the brothers as they explored their hatred, resentments and love for each other.

The vVeritas didn’t allow him to deny or refuse as Zack and Sephiroth both got up and looked at him, Zack fascinated and curious, Sephiroth eager and not allowing any refusal.

“Tell us, Jeh-ri, please.” He whispered, ever the authority in his voice, abusing it now, as he worked his way into his mind, who he was totally defenceless, pushing all objections to the side, now in Sephiroth’s control.

“Are you really that sincere about the darkness inside me, Sephiroth? You might encounter something you’d rather have left alone.” The other just stared, wanting to see if there was something to be recognised. Looking for a parabola.

“Get on your knees, Zack, and face away from me, Seph, take his hands. I will share my memory of it with you.” ~You want to dive into the darkness of my mind? You asked for it.~

”You know of the ‘Death-hold’ of the Heavens Reach clan?” He asked. Both men shook their heads. Jeh-ri straddled Zach’s lower back, placed the fingertips of one hand on both sides of his throat, and took Zack’s chin in the crook of the elbow of his free hand.

“This is it. I can offer you a choice of how to die, with one hand I could crush your windpipe and let you choke, or I could just wrench your head to one side and break your neck.” He breathed in Zack’s ear, whose’s breath leapt in his chest, as he wasn’t prepared for the indication of violence.

“Either way, you will be dead or dying before Sephiroth could save you. Are you afraid, Zack? Do you fear for your life, for my sanity?” He asked the man through clenched teeth, a bit of spittle bursting forth from his lips that were pulled back in a feral snarl, as he looked at Sephiroth, who still had his gaze fixed on them both, eyes large as the sensation of them both slammed into him, feeling Zack’s fear, and Jeh-ri’s aggression.

It made the silver-headed man’s heart race, but the veritas still held his emotions at bay, he regretted it somewhat, now being able to feel how his whole being would respond to these stimuli.

Something shifted in Jeh-ri’s face, as his eyes became unfocused and rolled around in their sockets for a moment, then he released Zack, sinking against his back, leaning heavily against him as he regained himself, shaking his head briefly.

He breathed heavily, as the energy he just released had drained him, “You still want to go on?” He asked Sephiroth, who nodded, after contemplating briefly, but his face displaying just the slightest hint of concern.

“Then there is the other side, the Stone Twin Sandwich.” He said, as he knelt down behind Zack again, and slid his hands over the kimono, gently caressing his back and chest, as one hand found its way inside to his chest, resting just over his heart, the other in from the bottom, and coming to rest on the closed patch of skin between his legs. He gently pressed his nails against his skin, only just threatening to break it.

“This is the other, I can offer you a choice of how to be loved, I could either tearare out your heart, and watch you bleed to death, as the feelings I will call forth in you will never be answered, or I could rip you open from the bottom, and my body can be the only thing that will complete you again.” He said his voice low and soft, but with an undeniable undertone of menace.

Zack shuddered, and Jeh-ri felt his skin contract into gooseflesh. “Now you have a reference of how it is to be with them, caught between a Tsunami and a hurricane, such terrible love and such terrible hatred, as you already pointed out previously. ”
For the next part, I think I will pass this on to you, Seph.” He said, as he saw Zack’s eyes still dart around in obvious discomfort and horror, his eyes brimming. “Lie down on you back, dear. We are not done yet.” Zack did so hesitantly.

He moved over to the ashtray where the veritas joint still smouldered, and took a large drag. He needed to distance himself from his feelings, and Zack needed to be numbed out again. If he was having trouble with what he previously had been shown, the next part would make him insane. He reversed the cigarette in his mouth and hovered over Zack, who gratefully filled his lungs with the vapours.

Jeh-ri sensed his energy steady out and becoming open, without the emotional content it would usually hold. He kissed him, tried to comfort him somewhat, knowing that he should have warned him better, but felt better as he calmed down, and relaxed.

He gestured for Sephiroth to come closer, took the tall man by the shoulders as he moved around in front of him. “Kneel between his legs, Seph.” He said, as the copperhead turned to straddle Zack, who chortled stupidly up at him, stoned out of his mind.

Sephiroth placed his hands on Jeh-ri’s hips, guessing what he meant to do.
He took Zack’s hands, and placed one hand against his throat, the other between his legs. Then he took Sephiroth’s hands, placed one over his heart, the other he placed so it cupped his chin.

“Now you will feel what it felt like for me, to be with them both at the same time, none of the issues resolved, but at full strength in their struggle to deal with themselves.” He said as he unleashed the memories, the emotional stranglehold they held over each other.

Sephiroth felt it then what it was like for Jehrica, as a woman, the sheer will power she had had to exert not to totally loose her self, truly be swept away as she was caught between the onslaught.

Erik underneath inside her, claiming her femininity, Enak coming at her from behind, not wanting to be faced with the obvious traits of a woman’s body, owning the other entrance. The resentment of all three combined, as Jehrica held Enak’s preference against him, Enak in turn hating his brother’s rejection of that, and Jehrica so desperately in love with Erik, who couldn’t answer her feelings, and revolted by his half brother’s lust for men, but still loved him with a ferocity that would never allow him to leave.

The three of them laughing and crying at the same time, spitting curses, biting and feeding off each other with a tenderness and love that hurt and made them bleed, with fingers that grabbed and clawed, their members touching and caressing each other as they where forced together but separated by a thin wall of flesh inside her.

Each climax she had threatened to end their union as she fought to hold her barriers in place, As Erik gently stroked the tiny button in front with his thumb, making her come, so many times, then finally the release of the twins came, screaming as they reached their orgasm in perfect unison, they were ripped free from their bodies, and fused into one solid spire.

They streaked straight up, higher and higher, penetrating the clouds and reaching the outer levels of Althea’s atmosphere, before being pulled back down to their bodies contorted and locked together riding the swinging pendulum between pleasure and pain, both physically and spiritually, until exhaustion forced them to end it, as Jehrica screamed in anguish, totally devoid of energy and slipping into unconsciousness.

Jeh-ri felt the energy of the memory slam into the men locked in side him, trapped in the image, actively feeling the interaction. He pulled the emotions from the twins to form a surgical blade, as he cut them free from their bodies, and heaved them up and out.

“You are huge, Seph!” Zack sighed, looking at his friend, now free from his physical frame, that sat slumped forward, resting against Jeh-ri’s back. Jeh-ri pulled their energetic bodies close, melding them together, and then said; “Take us up carefully, Seph, you know how to do it.”

Sephiroth thought about it one moment and then there was a huge rush of air as he opened his wings. Huge they were, filling the entire room with the shimmering darkness of his span, making the candles flutter. Zack and Jeh-ri shuddered at the power of the first downward stroke, firming his grip as Sephiroth pulled them both into his chest, and heaved them into the air, up above the power plant, and into the cold night sky.

Zack shuddered again, and even though there was no danger of falling, the feeling of intense vertigo kept them firmly tethered to a sudden altitude.

“Where can we go from here?” Sephiroth asked, their minds linked, realizing they were somewhat restricted.

“Anywhere you want, Seph.” Jeh-ri whispered at him. ”You are free.”

And they were off, as Seph took them around to what ever caught his interest. He was like a child in a candy store as he explored mountains and hidden forests. He dived into oceans of life and energy, seeing every thing for the first time, but only able to skim the surface as Zack kept trembling like a reed, his fear holding them back. Into the growing radiance of dawn and the red blood of dusk he took them, climbed and descended, until he saw the bright beacon of reactor and the swirling spire of the tethering crystals calling him home.

“Easy now, if you go in too hard, you’ll hurt yourself!” He heard Jeh-ri whisper in his mind, as they flowed back into the room, where their bodies laid like discarded clothes. Zack was the first to bleed slowly back into his body, who started to tremble violently. Sephiroth seemed reluctant to be trapped in his frame again, having tasted a freedom that he never had, and took in one huge shuddering breath as he re-entered. Jeh-ri slid in easily as he was used to it, and braced himself to take stock of the evening’s events.