Darkness Falls
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Sephiroth
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Adult ++
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10
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6
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Part 8
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: I like Tifa, really, but she’s slightly OOC here for the purpose of this pairing. Here’s the next part for you! Please review if you’re enjoying the story :)
Darkness Falls
Part 8
“... concussion... major injury... increased mako...”
“...awake soon?”
Nursing a headache that felt like the hangover of the century, Cloud Strife caught only snatches of the conversation going on around him, wherever, indeed, he was. He vaguely remembered what had happened; he had been in the cave with –
“..Sephiroth!”
As he bolted awake, he recognised Tifa, who was standing beside his – bed, he was in a...
Both Tifa and the ...doctor mistook his groan for one of pain and started forward, only to be stopped by a vague wave of the blonde’s hand as he sat up more in the bed.
“I’m fine” he insisted firmly, trying to quell the panic rising in his gut.
“You’re not fine, Mr Strife, you’ve suffered a massive tr...”
“Cloud!” Tifa cut in, stopping the doctor mid-sentence, “You are not fine. We weren’t even sure you were going to wake up! You have to stay h-”
“Where is Sephiroth?”
“You don’t need to worry about him, it’s being taken care of. Now...”
Tifa’s motherly instincts were certainly setting in now as she fussed with a corner of the duvet, but the tension in her frame should have been obvious to anyone – anyone other, that is, than the young SOLDIER.
“I want to see him,” Cloud unwisely continued.
“WHAT?”
Tifa all but exploded, her voice rising to such a pitch that even the doctor looked intimidated. Cloud had the grace to look sheepish, and quickly backtracked.
“I need to talk to him,” he added, warily eyeing the drip in the back of his hand.
“You’re not going anywhere! And you can leave that needle where it is!”
Cloud set his jaw and tried not to pout. He knew she was only trying to help, but really, this was going to do his head in. He had to figure out a way to escape. Maybe the best plan was to act submissive...
A memory, then, a sudden flashback of hot, burning pain in his shoulder, a feeling of utter helplessness as his body responded to that cruel touch, a groan of pleasure that escaped his lips.
Shaking himself out of it, Cloud drew his legs up under him, disturbed by the lingering feeling, the stark need that should have remained a secret in the first place.
Sephiroth ... yes, he had to see him.
Just to sort things out in an environment where neither of them was unconscious, possessed, drugged, stabbed, all of the above - he shook his head, thinking wryly, that it was no wonder they had had such a tumultuous relationship under those circumstances.
“I’m going to get some of your things,” Tifa said, seemingly calm again for the moment. She turned back to the doctor with a look that could melt steel: “Don’t let him put so much as a toe out of that bed!”
After she had gone, Cloud turned back to his doctor-cum-gaoler. The man was barely five-six; with a receding hairline in inverse proportion to his waistline, he could take him. Then, he had to wonder, would it really be worth it when Tifa came back? The man hadn’t done anything to deserve it, after all.
Not yet, anyway.
Maybe it was time to put his escape into action.
Coolly ignoring the doctor’s look and loud protest, Cloud took careful hold of the drip in his hand and pulled it out, slowly, to minimise the discomfort. The nausea he felt subsided massively now that he could move his hand properly again.
“I won’t be needing any more drugs, thank you,” he said, making the effort to be polite.
It was not reciprocated.
"I think you'll find that i'm the judge of that, Mr Strife."
The doctor, after hitting a call button on the wall, came back over to the bed and made to grab hold of Cloud’s arm, which was roughly the same time that the blonde was out of the bed and making for the door, hospital gown be damned.
“Shit!” The older man cursed as the blonde bolted out of the door; there was no way in Gaia that he’d be able to catch him. He just had to wait and hope that his patient passed out before that odious woman returned and started shrieking again.
Cloud, meanwhile, was finding out how difficult it was to remain inconspicuous while charging through a hospital hallway wearing a scrap of material that barely deserved the name of a gown. He really, really needed to change. Slowing his pace as he passed a burly-looking matron, he spied a staffroom to the left and snuck inside, closing the door behind him and turning the lock with a soft click. Pressing his back against the cool metal, he sighed in relief. At last, some peace, and he’d be able to change out of this...
“Interesting getup, Strife. Somewhat...brief, however, wouldn’t you say?”
Cloud knew that his mouth had fallen open and that he should probably make some effort to close it. Still, he felt it was justified under the circumstances. Surely, the man was stalking him. How else did he manage to be in the exact same staffroom of the exact same hospital in the exact same sector of Midgar?
General Sephiroth was, after all, the very last person on the Earth that Cloud would ever have wanted to see him in a hospital gown.
“I was more concerned with getting out of my room than with my clothes, but I see your point,” he shot back, once his brain had recovered somewhat. He knew he was blushing, though, and hated himself for it. He tried to cover it by speaking again. “How are you...?”
“Maybe I was preoccupied with a little chase myself, hmm?” Sephiroth’s gaze hadn’t left him once, and he was starting to feel a little more flushed. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a great idea after all.
“Who’s following you?” Cloud asked, trying desperately not to pant as the general drew closer, placing a hand on the wall either side of his waist.
Sephiroth chuckled, moving in close enough to brush his lips against the expanse of pale throat that the gown so nicely displayed for him.
“You misunderstand me. You’re the one being chased, Cloud, at least, you were.”
Heart pounding, Cloud groaned softly as the General began to slowly kiss his neck, worrying the skin with little bites and licks. His hands fisted, nails digging into the door even as he tilted his head back slightly for better access, and felt the older man smirk against his throat.
“I’ve well and truly caught you,” he smiled, without malice, watching the expressions that flitted across the blonde’s face, as if he were trying to work out what to do next. Cloud did that far too much, as far as he was concerned.
They had issues, certainly, that needed to be resolved. But not now. Now, he had far more pressing concerns. Thoroughly enjoying the way Cloud shuddered when he licked his throat, Sephiroth was determined to make him his.
In a voice heavy with desire and promise, he purred, “no interruptions, now.”
Cloud slowly, shakily moved away from the door and into Sephiroth’s arms, one hand sliding up his back to grasp the long silver hair. He hesitantly moved his lips over the General’s, voicing a low agreement.
“Not this time.”
TBC
A/N: I like Tifa, really, but she’s slightly OOC here for the purpose of this pairing. Here’s the next part for you! Please review if you’re enjoying the story :)
Darkness Falls
Part 8
“... concussion... major injury... increased mako...”
“...awake soon?”
Nursing a headache that felt like the hangover of the century, Cloud Strife caught only snatches of the conversation going on around him, wherever, indeed, he was. He vaguely remembered what had happened; he had been in the cave with –
“..Sephiroth!”
As he bolted awake, he recognised Tifa, who was standing beside his – bed, he was in a...
Both Tifa and the ...doctor mistook his groan for one of pain and started forward, only to be stopped by a vague wave of the blonde’s hand as he sat up more in the bed.
“I’m fine” he insisted firmly, trying to quell the panic rising in his gut.
“You’re not fine, Mr Strife, you’ve suffered a massive tr...”
“Cloud!” Tifa cut in, stopping the doctor mid-sentence, “You are not fine. We weren’t even sure you were going to wake up! You have to stay h-”
“Where is Sephiroth?”
“You don’t need to worry about him, it’s being taken care of. Now...”
Tifa’s motherly instincts were certainly setting in now as she fussed with a corner of the duvet, but the tension in her frame should have been obvious to anyone – anyone other, that is, than the young SOLDIER.
“I want to see him,” Cloud unwisely continued.
“WHAT?”
Tifa all but exploded, her voice rising to such a pitch that even the doctor looked intimidated. Cloud had the grace to look sheepish, and quickly backtracked.
“I need to talk to him,” he added, warily eyeing the drip in the back of his hand.
“You’re not going anywhere! And you can leave that needle where it is!”
Cloud set his jaw and tried not to pout. He knew she was only trying to help, but really, this was going to do his head in. He had to figure out a way to escape. Maybe the best plan was to act submissive...
A memory, then, a sudden flashback of hot, burning pain in his shoulder, a feeling of utter helplessness as his body responded to that cruel touch, a groan of pleasure that escaped his lips.
Shaking himself out of it, Cloud drew his legs up under him, disturbed by the lingering feeling, the stark need that should have remained a secret in the first place.
Sephiroth ... yes, he had to see him.
Just to sort things out in an environment where neither of them was unconscious, possessed, drugged, stabbed, all of the above - he shook his head, thinking wryly, that it was no wonder they had had such a tumultuous relationship under those circumstances.
“I’m going to get some of your things,” Tifa said, seemingly calm again for the moment. She turned back to the doctor with a look that could melt steel: “Don’t let him put so much as a toe out of that bed!”
After she had gone, Cloud turned back to his doctor-cum-gaoler. The man was barely five-six; with a receding hairline in inverse proportion to his waistline, he could take him. Then, he had to wonder, would it really be worth it when Tifa came back? The man hadn’t done anything to deserve it, after all.
Not yet, anyway.
Maybe it was time to put his escape into action.
Coolly ignoring the doctor’s look and loud protest, Cloud took careful hold of the drip in his hand and pulled it out, slowly, to minimise the discomfort. The nausea he felt subsided massively now that he could move his hand properly again.
“I won’t be needing any more drugs, thank you,” he said, making the effort to be polite.
It was not reciprocated.
"I think you'll find that i'm the judge of that, Mr Strife."
The doctor, after hitting a call button on the wall, came back over to the bed and made to grab hold of Cloud’s arm, which was roughly the same time that the blonde was out of the bed and making for the door, hospital gown be damned.
“Shit!” The older man cursed as the blonde bolted out of the door; there was no way in Gaia that he’d be able to catch him. He just had to wait and hope that his patient passed out before that odious woman returned and started shrieking again.
Cloud, meanwhile, was finding out how difficult it was to remain inconspicuous while charging through a hospital hallway wearing a scrap of material that barely deserved the name of a gown. He really, really needed to change. Slowing his pace as he passed a burly-looking matron, he spied a staffroom to the left and snuck inside, closing the door behind him and turning the lock with a soft click. Pressing his back against the cool metal, he sighed in relief. At last, some peace, and he’d be able to change out of this...
“Interesting getup, Strife. Somewhat...brief, however, wouldn’t you say?”
Cloud knew that his mouth had fallen open and that he should probably make some effort to close it. Still, he felt it was justified under the circumstances. Surely, the man was stalking him. How else did he manage to be in the exact same staffroom of the exact same hospital in the exact same sector of Midgar?
General Sephiroth was, after all, the very last person on the Earth that Cloud would ever have wanted to see him in a hospital gown.
“I was more concerned with getting out of my room than with my clothes, but I see your point,” he shot back, once his brain had recovered somewhat. He knew he was blushing, though, and hated himself for it. He tried to cover it by speaking again. “How are you...?”
“Maybe I was preoccupied with a little chase myself, hmm?” Sephiroth’s gaze hadn’t left him once, and he was starting to feel a little more flushed. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a great idea after all.
“Who’s following you?” Cloud asked, trying desperately not to pant as the general drew closer, placing a hand on the wall either side of his waist.
Sephiroth chuckled, moving in close enough to brush his lips against the expanse of pale throat that the gown so nicely displayed for him.
“You misunderstand me. You’re the one being chased, Cloud, at least, you were.”
Heart pounding, Cloud groaned softly as the General began to slowly kiss his neck, worrying the skin with little bites and licks. His hands fisted, nails digging into the door even as he tilted his head back slightly for better access, and felt the older man smirk against his throat.
“I’ve well and truly caught you,” he smiled, without malice, watching the expressions that flitted across the blonde’s face, as if he were trying to work out what to do next. Cloud did that far too much, as far as he was concerned.
They had issues, certainly, that needed to be resolved. But not now. Now, he had far more pressing concerns. Thoroughly enjoying the way Cloud shuddered when he licked his throat, Sephiroth was determined to make him his.
In a voice heavy with desire and promise, he purred, “no interruptions, now.”
Cloud slowly, shakily moved away from the door and into Sephiroth’s arms, one hand sliding up his back to grasp the long silver hair. He hesitantly moved his lips over the General’s, voicing a low agreement.
“Not this time.”
TBC