Decadence and debauchery

The rape of Jeh-ri Seng

YAOI/ANGS/INCEST/ BE WARNED!!

A/n: this chapter explains in a shortened version how the brothers where conceived. this also tells it from Sephs view, as the original version in Sehp s. Redemption is told from the victims view point, and will be posted in later chapters.
~indicates voice of Sephiroth/Jenova


** flashback, eight years ago**

Sephiroth watched, the SOLDIERs down in the dome, each of them was sparring Graduate Seng, and he was defeating them all. At seeing how the young man moved, so fast and strong, it made something move within his head. It rose, cold and strong from the darkest corners of his mind. It usually rose in the heat of passion, those few fleeting moments he allowed himself with Zach, who seemed the only one to ever accept his advances without wanting more, keeping their relationship safely casual.

Now at seeing the supreme violence with which the Graduate swept his opponents aside, his desires rose, fuelled by the voice within that had stayed quiet for so long.

~See my child.. see, finally a mate, worthy of your seed..~

A mate?

~Yesss… my child. I want to become more, to increase..~

And it started to suggest, to show him how. As the idea took hold in the chill of his mind, a fire started within him, and it hurt. It burned.

~Feel that, my child?~ The darkness asked. ~You have tasted the body before, and I have seen what it can do…now it is ready for you..~

It was enough. Sephiroth moved with clear intent, knowing exactly what to do, and how to go about it as Jenova showed him.
He waited for all the others to leave, and was positively thrilled to see that the redhead was alone in the dome.

“You will spar me now, Graduate” The General ordered. “I wont take no for an answer this time.”

The slightly smaller redhead turned on his adversary, and took on combat stance. Then the fight began in all earnest, in a whirlwind of steel upon steel, ringing and testing. Sephiroth knew in all his mastery as the world’s biggest swordsman how to push and exhaust his opponent, his prey. Finally he managed to drive the redhead into a corner after having chased him all over the dome, and into the support beams of the roof.

As they landed again, just a few feet away from the wall, he swung his Masamune downward, sending it crashing into the floor, his opponent dodged away, and catching it again between the blades of his Souba, using it as a springboard, launching himself up, feet first, raising his sword up high above his head, the General held his weapon up at an angle, catching his sword again in the middle and twisting it toward him, tilting it away. The Graduate fell against him and he got pinned to the wall.

Unable to pull his sword back, he slammed his forehead against Sephiroth’s, stunning him ever so briefly but he didn’t alter his hold, and grabbed him by the throat, squeezing hard enough to stop him from getting the air he needed. He had to let go of his Souba, as he needed both hands to get the long hard fingers away from his windpipe, stars of oxygen starvation starting to curl their way across his vision.

With an angry swoop Sephiroth launched the redhead’s weapon across the hall, where it crashed to the floor, ringing his surrender, as he pinned him against the wall with his shoulder, the sharp edge of the Masamune diagonally across his chest, just a fraction of a centimetre away from his throat.

“Yield?” he asked, and he felt the slight pressure and sting as the edge of the blade cut his skin, the thick coppery scent of blood rising up at him as he breathed hard in his face. The redhead could see the pale green of his irises, wreathed in the flames of bloodlust. He had hoped fighting him would abate it somewhat, make it retreat, but it had increased instead, now fuelled by the smell of blood in the air. The Silver head reached down with his free hand, finding the opening at the side of the Hakama, invaded it with his gloved hands as he pinned him with his gaze.

“No Sephiroth, don’t!” He said, begging him to let him go, and not being aroused he hurt him, damaging the soft sleepy flesh. “No.. no.. no.. I told you, you cant!”
He slid his hand up one of the trousers exposing the part he wanted, pushing his groin against his, working himself up to a full erection. He managed to hold him pinned with one arm and undid his pants with the other.

~Aaahh.. hermaphrodite… your fear will make you mine.. and I will increase.. become more.. There is nowhere for you to hide yourself from me this time..~ a voice inside his head said, but it wasn’t the General’s. He realized the other had come forward, and was now in control.

No.. Sephiroth.. fight it…

He shifted the blade upward into the upper body armour, digging it in, affirming his grip. He lifted the redhead off the ground, hanging on the edge of his blade. The redhead prayed the Borronix hide would hold the terrible sharpness at bay..
“Sephiroth, don’t give in! You’ll go mad!” He said, trying to get through to him. But his mind was roaring in the grips of bloodlust, the other laughing silent victory, and he greedily ran his tongue along the cut at his throat, feeding on the blood.

~ Do it, my child… the body is ripe! I will become whole again... ~

Then he forced himself in, the warm embrace of the other’s reluctant flesh sending new waves of lust trough him, the cold inside his ghost encouraging him. The graduate tried to pull one knee up, to use them as a lever, trying to lift himself off his sword. He held his breath as he worked against him trying to push himself off the wall, but he just increased the weight.

“Sephiroth.. please.. !” He pushed his hands against the hilt of the Masamune, which now started to cut into the softer under layers of the armour. He feared for his life, but felt him relax his grip some as he neared his climax. His breathing shifted from the sort feral bursts, to deep sighs as he tried to penetrate deeper, the inner walls of the flesh he invaded becoming wet with his pre-cum, making him even harder.

The sword edge bit into the skin of his upper chest, cutting it to the bone. The graduate pushed against the sword hilt with all the strength he had left.

A sudden shudder went through his entire being, as he felt his victim surrender, and the Masamune dropped to the ground as he flung it aside. Taking the others hands into his, holding them above his head, the slashes across his chest being torn apart further, as blood started to coat his bare chest.

Sephiroth forced the other’s legs open wider with his thighs, and hitched one leg around his waist with this free hand. Crushing the smaller man’s frame against the wall, the scent of blood and his prey’s fear enticing him to thrust in, now completely filling the man up, feeling the other was about stretched to bursting.
His mind roaring with purpose, the scent of blood fuelling his need, pounding himself in brutally as his body was aching for release, fulfilling the purpose of the cold inside him.

He felt something hot and wet fall on his naked chest, as the Graduate now dipped his head down sobbing, begging, to be released, but that part of his mind that felt compassion and mercy was totally cut off from him, the noise of Jenova in his brain demanding all his attention.
When he finally came, wave upon wave, draining, releasing, he couldn’t repress a scream, as he felt his semen burst forth and flood the graduates body.

~It is done..~

The numbness fading from his head and skin, He looked at his hair still draped across his face, around his shoulders, blood staining the silver white strands, his hand still gripping the others like vices, painfully crushing the bones together.

They slid to the ground, the raped and injured graduate slipped into unconsciousness, not wanting to know anything anymore, and pulled him onto his lap. Now Jenova finally had released her grip, he was left with the mess and shame of his uncontrolled actions.

He cupped the redhead's chin, looked at the pale tear and bloodstained face. "What have I done? What has just happened?"

He picked up the unconscious man, and left hurriedly, off to a place where he could take care of his victim, vowing to make it better.

* * * * * *

Kadaj twisted on his bunk, the sheets wrapped around his waist, constricting his legs, as he wandered why he couldn’t move. Yazoo laid heavily against his chest, his skin hot and feverish as his treatment still worked its way trough him.

The others could always feel it when one of the three received a Jenova Cell treatment. They all shared their brother’s physical pain and delirium. He could hear the bunk creak as Loz shifted his large frame around, as he also shared Yazoo’s fever.

He gently kissed the hot dry skin of Yazoo’s forehead, trying to comfort him.

“Brother… I felt him again.” The slightly smaller Yazoo moaned.

“Who, Yazoo?” Kadaj asked, as he listened to his brother’s strained breathing.

“Father.. I couldn’t hold him.. I wasn’t strong enough..”

“It is okay, Yazoo.. sleep.” Kadaj whispered as he had felt their sire’s presence still clinging to his brother as he had been brought back to the cell, and it now started to work its way into his mind too. I am.. I will be strong enough, just you wait and see..

* * * * * *

Kadaj was standing on top of a smashed and torn piece of asphalt. The sun was setting in the west, colouring the sky a golden yellow. Everything around him seemed more vivid, as a sudden fitful rain started to fall from torn and ragged clouds that swirled through the windswept sky.

Suddenly he was lifted up, and he could look down on his body, and he could now look at the surroundings. All the buildings and roads leading around were smashed and reduced to rubble. He recognised the logo partially buried under large pieces of torn and twisted metal as the SinRa logo. It was stamped and stencilled on just about everything he had known his whole life, and the sight of seeing it reduced to scrap metal filled him with utter joy.

He watched himself fight the blond boy that he had set his sites on, and saw himself fall off the side of a tall tower, and land on a large pipe.. and felt.. him.. standing there, where his body had been before.

Kadaj felt himself fall down, as his disembodied spirit tingled, vertigo needling through his belly and groin, as he fell so hard he could actually feel the air displacement around his ears.

Then they stood face to face, and the tall leather clad figure placed one hand on his hip, the other behind his head.

“Father.. are you..”

~Yes, Kadaj, I am getting closer.~

He felt the large gloved hands tenderly turn him around, making him face up the wall he had fallen off from before. He could see the blond youth still standing on the ledge, and he looked down upon them.

~He is the key, boy. Yazoo has planted the seed, and soon..~

Kadaj felt the leather encasing him and the other melt away, as the silver veil of his father’s hair enveloped both their naked skins, caressing, teasing. Kadaj reached up, and behind him, digging his fingers gently in the hair that grew long and silky as it snaked its way around his body, touching all the way down to his knees, snaking sensually between his legs.

The blond on top of the tower suddenly leapt up, his body silhouetted against the goldish white orb of the sun, his huge buster sword glinting, but it all happened so very, very slowly.

Kadaj felt the warm palm of the man behind him against his shoulder, and move up against his throat, as the other moved around to his belly, tracing the well defined muscles. Then the warmth of his exhaled breath against his cheek and his ear, as he tilted his face toward the mouth that would tell him.. promised.. that .. everything would be alright.

~You are going to have to be strong, Kadaj, for your brothers and your self..~ he said, placing warm soft kisses all along the youth’s cheek and when he finally reached his mouth, Kadaj thought he was going to explode into the silver embrace that endlessly teased his groin, now aching with desire. But he couldn’t give in, something else needed his attention, but what?

~You are the chosen one, Kadaj, the one to be my vessel..~

Kadaj wanted to weep, as he could barely contain himself any longer. “Ohhhh… father.. please..” There was something he was forgetting, it kept nagging at his mind

~Be ready, my boy, be the strongest.. be ready to run and be free..~ He said as Kadaj opened his eyes, and saw what he had been forgetting.. And he could feel his destiny coming into focus as he and Sephiroth lifted their arms as one, and formed the Masamune to catch Cloud Strife’s downward stroke.

He could feel the words flow from his mouth, in the voice of his sire, mighty, powerful, reborn in his flesh..

~“Good to see you.. Cloud.”~

And as the sound of that voice reverberated through him, all the way to his aching erection, he unloaded in the sheets wrapped around his waist. He awoke, panting and sweating profusely.

He had had dreams about him before, but never one so utterly vivid and erotic. He couldn’t repress a shudder as he revelled in the aftermath of the incest, “Oohh Father.. I so desperately want to be out of here.. to be whole and one again.. please let it be soon.” He murmured to the darkened ceiling of their cell. He draped one arm across his eyes, as he now for once felt hot tears spill into the crook of his elbow, surrendering to his frustrations and longing, before falling into another deep sleep.