Where's my spikes?
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
684
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
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.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Final Fantasy VII
A/N: Okey, before you read the actual story, I would like to remind you that english is not my first or even second language and I am just learning. If this story contains mistakes that bother you, please tell me. I would also appreciate if some of you offered to be my beta. That job wouldn't be too harsh since I really don't update so often. And if you have ideas for my story (the positions Sephy and Cloudy could end up to), be kind and tell them. Not that I don't come up to the ideas myself, but it would be fun!
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Where’s my spikes 2
’ The dream. The lake was frozen, but somehow the rained snow didn’t cover its surface. The boy had a rock in his hand, squeezing it dearly. The boy walked away from him, stopping at the edge of the lake. The boy bend down, staring the fine ice of the lake. He could imagine how the ice reflected the boy’s face. He wondered if the boy liked it. Behind him a pile of snow crashed down.’
Again the same dream. Sephiroth yawned and wondered why he suddenly dreamed about a place, where a lonely boy walked around. He missed his dreamless nights, but was pleased to notice that it was warm, not like those cold and repellent mornings at all. The strange events of yesterday’s morning came back, but he shrugged them off of his mind. He opened his eyes lazily, looking at the lamp that still didn’t greet him. Maybe he should change the lamp. But he was not so sure if the situation changed would for the better, since he had already so fond of the lamp.
Sephiroth was ready to pull off the blanket, but he didn’t have it. He blinked his eyes in surprise and looked down at his body. He didn’t see the lake of drool on his chest or blond spikes tickling his chin. Nothing like that at all. He did see the spikes, but the drool was a bit different today. The spike had a tuft of Sephiroth’s gorgeous hair in his mouth, munching it like a chocolate cookie. Today the spike had decided to use his belly as a pillow and was curled against his tall body. No wonder he didn’t need any blanked when he had a new battery in his room.
Now he felt uncomfortable. The boy was close to his private area and the young boy seemed to be surprisingly happy about it. Once in a while the boy would snuggle his face against Sephiroth’s belly and munch the hair. Sephiroth growled when the boy accidentally groped his crotch and tugged his hair at the same time, giggling in his sweet dream. Why was the boy, again, in his private room, harassing his mornings and destroying his precious hair? He sat up, the boy’s head falling to his lap. The only good thing in this morning was that at least the boy was wearing a pyjama.
Sephiroth took the boy’s hand gently to his own and opened those fingers around his silver hair. He groaned when he saw the damage the boy had done. His nice, silky hair was now messy and curly. This wouldn’t look good with his uniform. He should do something to this thing – to this obnoxious and shameless harassment. He was general, the general, and he should have some plans in his mind already, but he didn’t come up to anything. How silly he felt himself. And upset of course. He looked down to his lap, only to meet slightly smiling young boy who had, somehow, managed to hug his waist with those not-so-strong looking arms. Sephiroth tensed up and snarled.
“ Would you mind getting up?” The general said, feeling his anger building up inside. If this was some kind of joke or one of the youth’s games, he would put an end to it. He wouldn’t let anyone to hurt his pride like this. The so called annoyance that laid on his lap, startled from his sleep and rubbed the sky-blue eyes with the palm of his hand. Then the boy met Sephiroth’s most trustworthy death glare. The boy was awake in that second. The spike got up, moved back on the bed and in his panic fell off the bed, crashing loudly with the floor.
“ Ouch… I think I hit my head”, the boy said in a quiet tone. Sephiroth agreed that now he was more astonished than offended. He stood up and walked over the bed to see the pyjama boy sitting on the floor and rubbing his spiky head, whining something about a bump on his head. The boy looked miserable and terrified when he looked up to see Sephiroth standing beside him – and that he had been “the” intruder again. When Sephiroth gazed him questioningly, the spike looked down.
“ I am sorry”, the spike said, getting up. He stood there, wondering if he should just run as fast as he could or give some flimsy explanation.
“ One more time I am going to look through this, but don’t think you can just come into my private rooms so easily, nor to my bed. If I ran a hotel, I would have a sign over my door. Now, you are dismissed”, Sephiroth said with a frown, trying to keep his calm pose even though he was only wearing his underwear, and he found it amazingly difficult. The boy nodded and rushed out of the door, excusing himself before closing the door behind him. Sephiroth sighed deeply. He would have had grey hairs if he hadn’t had them already.
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1. Sorry, this chapter really was short! I didn't actually realise that it was THIS short, but, hey, I am going to do a better job next time, okey?
2.Reviews?
A/N: Okey, before you read the actual story, I would like to remind you that english is not my first or even second language and I am just learning. If this story contains mistakes that bother you, please tell me. I would also appreciate if some of you offered to be my beta. That job wouldn't be too harsh since I really don't update so often. And if you have ideas for my story (the positions Sephy and Cloudy could end up to), be kind and tell them. Not that I don't come up to the ideas myself, but it would be fun!
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Where’s my spikes 2
’ The dream. The lake was frozen, but somehow the rained snow didn’t cover its surface. The boy had a rock in his hand, squeezing it dearly. The boy walked away from him, stopping at the edge of the lake. The boy bend down, staring the fine ice of the lake. He could imagine how the ice reflected the boy’s face. He wondered if the boy liked it. Behind him a pile of snow crashed down.’
Again the same dream. Sephiroth yawned and wondered why he suddenly dreamed about a place, where a lonely boy walked around. He missed his dreamless nights, but was pleased to notice that it was warm, not like those cold and repellent mornings at all. The strange events of yesterday’s morning came back, but he shrugged them off of his mind. He opened his eyes lazily, looking at the lamp that still didn’t greet him. Maybe he should change the lamp. But he was not so sure if the situation changed would for the better, since he had already so fond of the lamp.
Sephiroth was ready to pull off the blanket, but he didn’t have it. He blinked his eyes in surprise and looked down at his body. He didn’t see the lake of drool on his chest or blond spikes tickling his chin. Nothing like that at all. He did see the spikes, but the drool was a bit different today. The spike had a tuft of Sephiroth’s gorgeous hair in his mouth, munching it like a chocolate cookie. Today the spike had decided to use his belly as a pillow and was curled against his tall body. No wonder he didn’t need any blanked when he had a new battery in his room.
Now he felt uncomfortable. The boy was close to his private area and the young boy seemed to be surprisingly happy about it. Once in a while the boy would snuggle his face against Sephiroth’s belly and munch the hair. Sephiroth growled when the boy accidentally groped his crotch and tugged his hair at the same time, giggling in his sweet dream. Why was the boy, again, in his private room, harassing his mornings and destroying his precious hair? He sat up, the boy’s head falling to his lap. The only good thing in this morning was that at least the boy was wearing a pyjama.
Sephiroth took the boy’s hand gently to his own and opened those fingers around his silver hair. He groaned when he saw the damage the boy had done. His nice, silky hair was now messy and curly. This wouldn’t look good with his uniform. He should do something to this thing – to this obnoxious and shameless harassment. He was general, the general, and he should have some plans in his mind already, but he didn’t come up to anything. How silly he felt himself. And upset of course. He looked down to his lap, only to meet slightly smiling young boy who had, somehow, managed to hug his waist with those not-so-strong looking arms. Sephiroth tensed up and snarled.
“ Would you mind getting up?” The general said, feeling his anger building up inside. If this was some kind of joke or one of the youth’s games, he would put an end to it. He wouldn’t let anyone to hurt his pride like this. The so called annoyance that laid on his lap, startled from his sleep and rubbed the sky-blue eyes with the palm of his hand. Then the boy met Sephiroth’s most trustworthy death glare. The boy was awake in that second. The spike got up, moved back on the bed and in his panic fell off the bed, crashing loudly with the floor.
“ Ouch… I think I hit my head”, the boy said in a quiet tone. Sephiroth agreed that now he was more astonished than offended. He stood up and walked over the bed to see the pyjama boy sitting on the floor and rubbing his spiky head, whining something about a bump on his head. The boy looked miserable and terrified when he looked up to see Sephiroth standing beside him – and that he had been “the” intruder again. When Sephiroth gazed him questioningly, the spike looked down.
“ I am sorry”, the spike said, getting up. He stood there, wondering if he should just run as fast as he could or give some flimsy explanation.
“ One more time I am going to look through this, but don’t think you can just come into my private rooms so easily, nor to my bed. If I ran a hotel, I would have a sign over my door. Now, you are dismissed”, Sephiroth said with a frown, trying to keep his calm pose even though he was only wearing his underwear, and he found it amazingly difficult. The boy nodded and rushed out of the door, excusing himself before closing the door behind him. Sephiroth sighed deeply. He would have had grey hairs if he hadn’t had them already.
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1. Sorry, this chapter really was short! I didn't actually realise that it was THIS short, but, hey, I am going to do a better job next time, okey?
2.Reviews?