Darkness Falls
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,553
Reviews:
6
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0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Part 5
Disclaimer: That Cloud and Sephiroth are not mine is something that I despair of on a daily basis. In other words, Final Fantasy VII (c) and its characters are the property of Square Enix, they are not mine, and I am making no money whatsoever from this work of fan fiction.
A/N: Again, sorry for the delay in uploading. This fic is Cloud/Seph, don’t read if you don’t like. Big thanks to my lovely reviewers! If anyone has the time to leave feedback it’s much appreciated.
Darkness Falls
Part 5
Sephiroth tilted his head to the side, looking thoughtful.
“Not quite what I had in mind, puppet,” he said, placing special emphasis on the pet name. “In fact, I -”
A horribly familiar burst of pain behind his eyes put pay to the sensual and dominant response he had planned, and Cloud watched, alarmed, as the General seemed to crumple before his eyes, both hands going to his head.
“No...Not now!” He hissed, brow creased and tense with the effort of holding something back.
Jenova.
Moving carefully to extricate himself from the older man’s hold, without exciting his body any further, Cloud scooted back to something approaching a safe distance. Although, the SOLDIER was well aware, things were rapidly moving into unsafe territory once more.
“Sephiroth?”
When the godlike man lifted his head, this time, Cloud wasn’t spared the madness in his eyes.
“Oh, holy shit,” the SOLDIER mumbled, his bright eyes frantically searching the cave for First Tsuguri, but coming up blank. Sephiroth must have tossed it behind them, along with the masamune..., which was admittedly little comfort now that he was facing a being that could tear him to pieces with her bare hands. Make that his bare hands.
“Sephiroth!” He snapped again, louder this time, stalling as he tried to locate his weapon, an idea, anything to delay his seemingly impending death. “Fight her, dammit!”
The monster regarded him coolly through the General’s eyes, not deigning to move closer to her prey.
“My power far exceeds his own;” the voice was smooth, assured, with that familiar lilt of arrogance that drove Cloud insane even as his body refused to come to terms with the seriousness of the situation.
“Is that right?” He responded in kind, “I can’t help but think he’d kick your ass at the earliest possible opportunity. When you stop invading his mind and body, that is.”
Cloud heard a shrill, angry cry and dodged, mere seconds before an Ultima cast rushed past him, so close that he felt the reflected heat on his face and bare torso. Hearing heavy breathing behind him, Cloud turned, surprised to see Sephiroth – Jenova – crouched on the floor, seemingly having difficulty catching a breath.
“He’s fighting you, isn’t he?” The blonde spoke softly, a hint of wonder in his voice.
“He is mine!” The monster spat by way of return, but Cloud felt himself on slightly firmer ground now with the evidence of Sephiroth’s resisting her.
Still faintly illuminated by the recently cast spell, the cave wall portrayed Cloud in stark relief as he stood before Jenova. Every muscle made visible in the half light, chest and belly smeared with blood from his wound, and clearly still aroused from their earlier ‘play’, the SOLDIER allowed himself a smug smile that Sephiroth, at a different time, would surely have been proud of. He was eroticism incarnate, and he knew it.
“I beg to differ, Jenova.”
Moments passed unnoticed as the two men regarded each other, the space between them occupied by the calamity, the destroyer.
“S...strife... What the hell are you doing?”
Though shaky at best, the voice was undoubtedly Sephiroth’s, and Cloud wasn’t sure how to deal with the responding swell of warmth in his breast.
“You were fighting her, all this time, weren’t you?”
The question hung in the air for a few moments as Sephiroth seemed to consider his answer. Would the blonde even understand? The sheer, unmitigated power She exerted, promised, took away; power and weakness; strength and frailty, his head swam at the dichotomy of it.
“In my more...lucid moments, yes. I was.”
“Lucid? You mean...”
“You thought that I lusted only for power, destruction; that my will was entirely hers to shape and bend? Thus I became the monster of your own personal witch-hunt, your path to heroism, acceptance...” tone dripping with derision, Sephiroth finished, “Am I right?”
His sense of self had grown stronger with the accusation, it was once again easier to silence Jenova; Cloud could almost see the man strengthen and shift before him, once more the proud General he had idolised and feared. The guilt that had swarmed him after their battle, that which seemed so far away now, came back in full force, the simple truth of Sephiroth’s accusation hitting home. He had assumed that Sephiroth was a willing party. He had no reason to assume otherwise; and yet it still twisted his conscience to think of his attitude, of his intentions in going after the man.
“But... I... did it for Aerith.”
It was the weakest of excuses and both men knew it. Sephiroth rose, searching for something at the back of the cave, and Cloud’s heart plummeted at the realisation of what it was. Face flushed, entirely confused by this further change of events, he was overcome by the thought that this was finally it. Sephiroth was going to kill him, not because Jenova was controlling him, but because he could – and he wanted to.
As Sephiroth’s hand closed around the hilt of his beloved sword, Cloud fell to his knees.
“I don’t understand. Please...you don’t have to do this.”
The General’s gaze was curious as he studied the young SOLDIER who was finally submissive before him, despite the earlier show of bravado that had reached out to him like a hand as Jenova threatened to pull him under. The memory of their earlier tryst was still fresh in his mind, though the pleasing warmth accompanying it had long since left his body.
Perhaps, in another time...
“It is the only way that this will end.”
His voice was weary now, tinged with bitter experience and unfortunate necessity.
Cloud shuddered as he felt the sharp edge of the masamune against his throat; the movement seemed to travel up the blade, reflected by the General’s shaking hand. Closing his eyes, the young swordsman tilted his head back, offering to make the task that much easier.
“Please. Just get it over with.”
So intent on the anticipation of his own death, Cloud missed the powerful wave of emotion that passed over Sephiroth’s face; the swift, precise flick of a wrist, and the final, dreadful grace of the katana as it buried itself in its master’s chest.
TBC
A/N: Again, sorry for the delay in uploading. This fic is Cloud/Seph, don’t read if you don’t like. Big thanks to my lovely reviewers! If anyone has the time to leave feedback it’s much appreciated.
Darkness Falls
Part 5
Sephiroth tilted his head to the side, looking thoughtful.
“Not quite what I had in mind, puppet,” he said, placing special emphasis on the pet name. “In fact, I -”
A horribly familiar burst of pain behind his eyes put pay to the sensual and dominant response he had planned, and Cloud watched, alarmed, as the General seemed to crumple before his eyes, both hands going to his head.
“No...Not now!” He hissed, brow creased and tense with the effort of holding something back.
Jenova.
Moving carefully to extricate himself from the older man’s hold, without exciting his body any further, Cloud scooted back to something approaching a safe distance. Although, the SOLDIER was well aware, things were rapidly moving into unsafe territory once more.
“Sephiroth?”
When the godlike man lifted his head, this time, Cloud wasn’t spared the madness in his eyes.
“Oh, holy shit,” the SOLDIER mumbled, his bright eyes frantically searching the cave for First Tsuguri, but coming up blank. Sephiroth must have tossed it behind them, along with the masamune..., which was admittedly little comfort now that he was facing a being that could tear him to pieces with her bare hands. Make that his bare hands.
“Sephiroth!” He snapped again, louder this time, stalling as he tried to locate his weapon, an idea, anything to delay his seemingly impending death. “Fight her, dammit!”
The monster regarded him coolly through the General’s eyes, not deigning to move closer to her prey.
“My power far exceeds his own;” the voice was smooth, assured, with that familiar lilt of arrogance that drove Cloud insane even as his body refused to come to terms with the seriousness of the situation.
“Is that right?” He responded in kind, “I can’t help but think he’d kick your ass at the earliest possible opportunity. When you stop invading his mind and body, that is.”
Cloud heard a shrill, angry cry and dodged, mere seconds before an Ultima cast rushed past him, so close that he felt the reflected heat on his face and bare torso. Hearing heavy breathing behind him, Cloud turned, surprised to see Sephiroth – Jenova – crouched on the floor, seemingly having difficulty catching a breath.
“He’s fighting you, isn’t he?” The blonde spoke softly, a hint of wonder in his voice.
“He is mine!” The monster spat by way of return, but Cloud felt himself on slightly firmer ground now with the evidence of Sephiroth’s resisting her.
Still faintly illuminated by the recently cast spell, the cave wall portrayed Cloud in stark relief as he stood before Jenova. Every muscle made visible in the half light, chest and belly smeared with blood from his wound, and clearly still aroused from their earlier ‘play’, the SOLDIER allowed himself a smug smile that Sephiroth, at a different time, would surely have been proud of. He was eroticism incarnate, and he knew it.
“I beg to differ, Jenova.”
Moments passed unnoticed as the two men regarded each other, the space between them occupied by the calamity, the destroyer.
“S...strife... What the hell are you doing?”
Though shaky at best, the voice was undoubtedly Sephiroth’s, and Cloud wasn’t sure how to deal with the responding swell of warmth in his breast.
“You were fighting her, all this time, weren’t you?”
The question hung in the air for a few moments as Sephiroth seemed to consider his answer. Would the blonde even understand? The sheer, unmitigated power She exerted, promised, took away; power and weakness; strength and frailty, his head swam at the dichotomy of it.
“In my more...lucid moments, yes. I was.”
“Lucid? You mean...”
“You thought that I lusted only for power, destruction; that my will was entirely hers to shape and bend? Thus I became the monster of your own personal witch-hunt, your path to heroism, acceptance...” tone dripping with derision, Sephiroth finished, “Am I right?”
His sense of self had grown stronger with the accusation, it was once again easier to silence Jenova; Cloud could almost see the man strengthen and shift before him, once more the proud General he had idolised and feared. The guilt that had swarmed him after their battle, that which seemed so far away now, came back in full force, the simple truth of Sephiroth’s accusation hitting home. He had assumed that Sephiroth was a willing party. He had no reason to assume otherwise; and yet it still twisted his conscience to think of his attitude, of his intentions in going after the man.
“But... I... did it for Aerith.”
It was the weakest of excuses and both men knew it. Sephiroth rose, searching for something at the back of the cave, and Cloud’s heart plummeted at the realisation of what it was. Face flushed, entirely confused by this further change of events, he was overcome by the thought that this was finally it. Sephiroth was going to kill him, not because Jenova was controlling him, but because he could – and he wanted to.
As Sephiroth’s hand closed around the hilt of his beloved sword, Cloud fell to his knees.
“I don’t understand. Please...you don’t have to do this.”
The General’s gaze was curious as he studied the young SOLDIER who was finally submissive before him, despite the earlier show of bravado that had reached out to him like a hand as Jenova threatened to pull him under. The memory of their earlier tryst was still fresh in his mind, though the pleasing warmth accompanying it had long since left his body.
Perhaps, in another time...
“It is the only way that this will end.”
His voice was weary now, tinged with bitter experience and unfortunate necessity.
Cloud shuddered as he felt the sharp edge of the masamune against his throat; the movement seemed to travel up the blade, reflected by the General’s shaking hand. Closing his eyes, the young swordsman tilted his head back, offering to make the task that much easier.
“Please. Just get it over with.”
So intent on the anticipation of his own death, Cloud missed the powerful wave of emotion that passed over Sephiroth’s face; the swift, precise flick of a wrist, and the final, dreadful grace of the katana as it buried itself in its master’s chest.
TBC