Where's my spikes?

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Where’s my spikes 3

Sephiroth growled when he woke up. He had dreamed about the dream boy again and as alluring it was, he wanted it to stop. Somehow he began to be nervous of his mental state and feared that he would be insane in few days. The continuous dream wasn’t oppressive, but he felt uneasy every time he had seen the same almost faceless boy. The boy had something, or better, the dream had intimidating feeling in it, like the place was so important to Sephiroth that he didn’t want it to be revealed to another’s eyes. He felt himself silly and more likely, embarrassed that he gave in such feelings. His life had not been very surprising and he had been taught to think in certain ways. He was a sealed up machine, whose emotions were controlled by a computer, in his case, by Hojo and other Shin-Ra people. And when something resurrected the feelings he had forgotten long ago, he suddenly found himself being vulnerable to such silly things.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed that it was still a night. His room was dark and he didn’t see the ignorant lamp that refused to greet him. He didn’t hear any noise outside his quarters and only machines kept some steady sounds. To Sephiroth’s disappoint he didn’t feel himself tired and immediately thought about morning’s appointments and the duties he had. He had some practise with stronger soldiers and then his most beloved time – paperwork. Since he was the general, he automatically had pile of papers on his desk which needed his immediate attention. Despite to public believe, he did like his paperwork. He got to be alone in his own glorious presence and had a little time of his own. Only the papers needed him and usually they calmed him down. Sephiroth stretched his tall body, trying to get himself fully awake. Somehow he felt extremely relaxed.

Sephiroth pulled off his blanket and was ready to get up, when he looked down. He didn’t see clearly, but was certain that someone was hugging him. He had slept on his back as usual and this intruder had snuggled close to his body, embracing his waist. Sephiroth felt the boy’s warm breath on his skin and the long spiky hair in his armpit. The blonde had tangled their legs and snorted softly, like he had been there forever. Apparently his threat had not worked and this thing had come again. He didn’t know when the boy had sneaked to his room, into his bed and… Sephiroth didn’t even want to think about the situation. He was worried that he had lost his touch and everyone could surprise him when he slept. It would be terrifying on the battlefield and he would have to ask for the special training again.

Sephiroth got up and lifted the boy to his arms. He kept the boy an elbow away from him and looked the spike’s face. He seemed to sleep tightly and he was boneless on Sephiroth’s arms. The spike didn’t even stir when he shook him. The boy didn’t weight much, but he already had some muscle on him. He was sure that the boy’s small frame had tremendous power in it, even though the road would be hard.

“ Mmmh”, the boy mumbled in discomfort. Sephiroth raised his eyebrow and put the boy down. The boy’s uncomfortable position would eventually wake the spike up, and to Sephiroth’s own surprise, he didn’t want it. The boy leaned against Sephiroth’s chest and sighed heavily in his sleep, stiffing a bit in a strange position. The boy’s warmth and closeness was strange and it set Sephiroth’s nerves on edge. It was the third time in a row that the boy had slept with him. He just didn’t know what to think anymore. The situation was too absurd for him. Sephiroth pushed the boy away from him and the boy rolled on his side, mumbling. The boy looked happy and smiled a little in his sleep, squeezing a pillow in his arms.

Sephiroth sighed desperately. What was he going to do with the boy? He didn’t want to spend his nights with a total stranger, at least not with a boy. He had not thought much about women in particular and he didn’t have much experience in the field of love. He had kissed once, with a secretary that had suggested it to him. Then he had wondered why the woman wanted to kiss him, a total stranger, but after that experience he had found out that it would be cool to sleep with him. It was more like a force of nature than a free will. But Sephiroth didn’t feel like humping anyone and he looked to his side, where this spiky head slept. What he was trying to convince to himself was that if he didn’t feel like humping, then he didn’t feel like sleeping with this boy. He wanted his bed to his own use and he definitely didn’t want to share his body to this waist hugger.

He rose from his bed and looked at his electronic clock. It was still three hours before his morning duties started. He pulled the blanket over the boy, since he didn’t want to wake him – it would be too cruel. He took soft Russian blue sweatpants from his drawers and a men’s white top. He marched out of his room and left the strange young boy alone. He wore his sport clothes as he switched on his running mat. He had plenty of time to train and he started with a slow jogging. Soon he sweated a little and after an hour, he stopped and panted. He hadn’t had time to jog for a long time and he leaned to his knees, taking deep breaths. His heart pumped like it would stop any minute now. He walked slowly back to his bedroom and looked at his bed, where the boy was sleeping. He searched for his towel and wiped his sweated forehead.

“ Zack, is it you?” a soft voice asked from the bed. The spike had woke up and sat on the bed, still too sleepy to actually see anything. Sephiroth dried his face with the towel and turned to see his guest. The sleepy blonde stared at Sephiroth and blinked his eyes few times before going back to sleep. Maybe it was too dark, or the blonde was too sleepy, but now that the blonde had awoke, he should leave too. Sephiroth walked to his bed and slowly reached for the boy’s shoulder. He shook the boy more roughly this time, and he gritted his teeth, when the boy chose to ignore him. He grabbed the boy’s arm and yanked him up.

“ Ow,” the boy whined and tried to get away his grip. When the boy finally realised where he was, he looked anxious and his eyes told Sephiroth how pained he felt. Sephiroth snapped his hand back and the spike looked at him with those sky-blue eyes, not so happy anymore. Sephiroth growled and sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

“ Can you try to explain why you are still coming to my room?” Sephiroth asked, not looking at the intruder. He heard how the spiky shifted and made an attempt to escape from the bed.

“ I… I was…”, the boy started when he fell over with the blanket. Sephiroth gazed to the floor where the boy rolled, trying to free himself from the prison called blanket. Sephiroth decided to ignore the spike’s struggle, even though it made him want to chuckle.

“ You what?” He asked again and the boy’s figure stopped moving. Sephiroth didn’t want to admit, but this morning was the most hilarious day he had had ever; small boy rolling on the floor, trying to get away from Sephiroth’s blanket and on top of that, the boy feared him so much that he stiffed every time Sephiroth spoke something.

“ Well, Zack is on a mission”, the boy started like the small sentence would explain his strange behaviour. Sephiroth knew that Zack was on a mission, since he had appointed it to him. If someone was close to him, it was Zack. They didn’t know each other so well that they would be true friends, but something in Zack made him relax and not so guarded. Maybe it was because Zack treated him the same as every one else.

“ Zack is my roommate and umm… this is kind of embarrassing, but well, Zack and I sleep in same bed. Zack has explained it that, umm, is this weird to you?” Sephiroth could hardly hear the boy’s soft voice when he spoke. He admitted that he was surprised, Zack never told him that he was gay.

“ You two are in a relationship”, Sephiroth blurted out, not really thinking what he had just said.

“ No! Nothing like that. It really is just sleeping… I couldn’t sleep well when I spent my first weeks here and Zack eases my sleeping problems. And he says that he likes, umm, sleep with someone, because you might know how he usually behaves. And now he is on a mission, I can’t sleep with him and I get really nervous and I am kind of afraid of my other roommates and then I can’t sleep at all and…”, the spike started to ramble in his nervousness and Sephiroth was sure that the boy wanted to disappear in thin air. Sephiroth silenced the boy with his hand and got up from the bed. He kneeled beside the boy, who was more embarrassed than scared and helped the blanket off of the boy.

“ And why do you come into my rooms?” Sephiroth inquired as he tossed the blanket on his bed. The boy stood up, not daring to look into his eyes. He was about 20 cm shorted than he was, but the general was sure he would grow a bit more.

“ Zack mentions you a lot. He says that you are a good guy… is this really appropriate?” the spike asked and looked at Sephiroth, pleading to get away from the situation.

“ Go on, I won’t kill you just yet. I don’t want to wait for Zack’s arrival so you are going to tell me what you have in your mind”, Sephiroth said in a calm voice, though the whole situation was entertaining. To Sephiroth’s amusement the boy glared at him, a hurtful look in his eyes.

“ Well, it feels like I know you far better than my roommates, because Zack speaks about you a lot…”, the boy hurried to say and shot glances to the door, looking for a chance to escape from the uncomfortable situation his sleeping habits had put him into. Sephiroth snickered and looked down to the boy.

“ Next time you sneak into my room, bring at least your own pillow.”

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1. Not so humorous, good or bad?
2. Still don't have a beta, so please do tell me if there are tremendous mistakes
3. Oh, and hoped you enjoyed ^^