What You Treasure

Title: In the Storm

Author: Kimisan/Aoshis_toy

Community: 30_tears

Theme: #20.when lightning strikes

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sexual content


A/N: Sorry it's taken a while to update, I am swamped with working 12 hour shifts without any time off. I do have several chapters done and ready to post soon.


The cold water did nothing to cool off her heated skin. What had to be a small fever had her brow sweating underneath the steady flow. It wasn’t very sanitary to sit upon the stall floor but all her energy was gone. There was nothing left, standing was no longer an option. She was so hot and tired, her body on the war path. Common sense screamed at her for being such a moron. Anyone else would have left the man to die. Instead she’d spent four days of constant watch. An hour ago the fever had broken that had been trying to seep the very life from him. Several times she’d been sure she’d lost the fight. Not once had she given up and let him succumb to eternal sleep.


Her arms screamed from weariness, the muscles protesting to doing anymore work. Even something as meager as washing herself was too much. The cold water did help to wake her up. Unable to move she let the minutes pass as the water did it’s part of cleaning her sore body. A hot shower would have been nice but she was being denied that. She’d used the last of it after his fever had broken. He’d smelt of sweat, so he’d come first. Only after he was clean and resting comfortably did she see to her own needs. Hunger pinched her stomach, lack of sleep had both eyes stinging. It was time to get out and see to finding food. The broth she’d been constantly feeding him wasn’t cutting it for her. She’d always had an appetite but hadn’t indulged since taking him as her patient.


As soon as she managed to clean his wounds the poison would only reemerge. That blow would have killed her within seconds if not upon impact. How could she leave him to die when he’d spared her? Someone as strong as him writhed in pain from the decay trying to destroy his body. She didn’t want to imagine what it would have done to herself. The poison eating her alive from the inside out while she prayed for death? No one had shown up to collect her so Yuffie had kept her word. Cloud couldn’t find her now. Not until she’d repaid her debt. After that she wasn’t sure what would happen. Sephiroth would no doubt still plan to kill her. He wouldn’t be affected by her sacrifice. Instead of running and letting him die she’d stayed behind to nurse him. That wouldn’t mean anything to someone like him. Whatever her fate would be, she’d accept it.


It was hell making it back into the room. She didn’t think he’d wake anytime soon so remained in the towel. It was still a tad bit muggy in the small cabin and she didn’t have the energy to get dressed. She made it to the chair and placed her head upon the mattress. He was still resting peacefully in the middle of the bed. Pushing him over and demanding him not to hog the bed was out of the question. This chair had become her bed when she’d been able to catch a quick hourly nap. Those times had been few and far between. Which was why she found it hard to deny the thickness behind her lids. She longed to close her eyes and just dream. He was out of danger now, the wounds healed and gone. There was no sign that the man had ever been wounded. If one didn’t count the many rags she’d disposed of sitting in the trash. A small nap would do her good before she got up to make some food.

The soft sound of snoring had him blinking in confusion. A hand flew to his chest as he sat up quickly in the bed. The mattress squeaked under the sudden shifting. He glanced around the room taking in the situation. The girl had her head placed on folded arms leaning halfway out of a chair. Medical supplies were placed on the stand next to the bed. No other sound greeted him but the girl’s even breathing. The short brown hair fell over a pale cheek. When had he fallen asleep? He could recall coming in from his trip to Shinra. The girl had been staring at him in concern, over his wounds.


A silver brow lifted in wonderment, his wounds were gone. Had his body regenerated on it’s own as it was natural to do? There was dirty linen placed in the corner, overflowing in the garbage. Had his wounds gotten so bad he’d passed out? Then how was he alive? The girl wouldn’t have stayed behind and tended to him. She wouldn’t fear him that much. She’d have fled at the first sign of a chance, wouldn’t she? His body felt tired but healthy, no aching occurred when he swung his legs over the edge. His eyes took in the soiled bandages as he made his way to the bathroom.


Once his needs were seen to he walked to the door. A squawking had the wooden door opening under his palm. The chocobo he’d trained was grazing just outside. He’d left it in the woods not wanting to the girl to know that a means of travel was so close. How had the bird gotten so close to the place? Had she gone somewhere? Impossible, then she wouldn’t have returned. To make sure he was correct he walked back inside to look around. He knew what could be found in the place and what was out of place. He went to the kitchen and found broth still warm upon the stove. The girl couldn’t have been asleep for long or it would have simmered out.


The cupboard was open to show a large quantity of food stored. Things he hadn’t picked up when he’d bought supplies. He doubted the girl had gotten someone to deliver the supplies. She’d been into the nearest town and had returned on her own. She’d stayed and nursed him, but why? She’d just passed up her once chance to escape. Her only opportunity to return to Strife and warn him. What game did she play? Did she hope to make him feel obligated or in her debt? If so she’d be sadly mistaken, the only thing he owed her was his pity. Not only was she foolish but was ignorant as well. He wouldn’t spare her life when the time came.

Yuffie swore as Vincent glanced in her direction once more. Could the man tell she was hiding something? Two weeks and she felt like hell. Was Tifa alright? When should she let the others know about Tifa finding her in the city? They would be angry of her silence but she’d promised. What was to become of their friend? If Tifa were to die would they blame her as well? No, Tifa was grown woman that made her own decisions. The woman had gone back to do whatever she felt the need to do. Yuffie wasn’t responsible for anyone but herself. So why did she feel so bad?


They were heading to the Chocobo Ranch located not far from Midgar. There were reports of the animals going missing. Cloud believed it to be one of the clones at work. She hoped so, anything to get her mind of Tifa and Sephiroth. Their leader was also in a funk as of late. Was it worry or something else causing the man’s foul attitude? Sure they all wanted to get this done and over with. But snapping and being grouchy wasn’t helping matters. Seeing this made the ninja want to assure the blonde that Tifa was just fine. Doing so would raise questions, questions she wasn’t ready to answer.


The red cape swayed in her line of view briefly. Vincent had just walked past her without speaking. Was everyone angry with her for some reason. Perhaps they all still blamed her for Tifa being taken. What could she have done? No one but Cloud was a match for the General. Her temples were aching and her stomach was acting up. When would she be able to fly without the need of hurling consuming her? Seeing the angry mako eyes glaring at her didn’t help settle her nerves. It was all too much for her, using the excuse of feeling sick she ran out of the cockpit and up the stairs that would take her on the deck.


The cool air felt wonderful against her heated cheeks. The greenery passed beneath them as Cid lowered the ship. The ranch could be seen in the distance. Was a clone really attacking the chocobos? She’d gotten the understanding that they enjoyed human flesh. This was going out on a limb with the information they knew so far. The owner himself hadn’t been attacked neither his family so she doubted they’d find anything here. A waste of time but Cloud was hellbent on checking out every lead.


She jumped off the airship the second it got close to the ground. Going ahead would be okay, Cloud and Vincent
would be fast on her heels. The elderly man was already coming to greet her as she walked across the field. The worry made the lines of his forehead crinkle. It was probably a wild boar or something killing his flock. Might as well talk to him so they could leave. “Hiya, how’s it going?”


“Terrible, simply terrible. I am supposed to have some jockeys coming to look at my stock. Now I only have half a dozen left. What am I to do? How can I show them chocobos that I no longer have? Something must be done and quick. I can’t lose anymore. It will take me weeks to replenish what has been lost already. Where is Mr. Strife, he told me he was coming personally?” The man itched his scalp as he looked the young ninja over. Not that he doubted she could do the job, he would just feel better having a man on the job.


“There,” She pointed behind her back to the three men now walking their way. Grumpy old bastard, she wasn’t good enough? Obviously not because the man waited for Cloud to arrive before speaking again repeating what he’d just said to her. Nothing really useful, just complaining that his stock was gone. The man’s son had probably stole the damn things and pocketed the profit. She huffed as the men stood between her and the older gentleman cutting off her view. It felt more like they were closing her out with cold shoulders.


“The only other thing I can tell you that it isn’t a beast. I woke up early one morning to see smoke in the distance. My son and I went to go check it out. Whomever is stealing them is having a midnight snack. I found my prized bird plucked and spitted, roasting over a fire. We didn’t have time to contemplate over the why. A man appeared across the way. Now, I’m no coward but I don’t want to die. This man had long black hair, penetrating green eyes and a really long sword. Didn’t look to be too friendly either so we high-tailed it out of there. Figured I’d hire someone to take care of it.” The old man wiped the sweat from his brow recalling the hatred in that man’s eyes. “I was just lucky he didn’t find it in himself to kill us on the spot.”


“Show us where you saw him.” Cloud wasn’t going to get upset until they knew for sure. If this was a clone then it was unlike the others. Rufus had said one turned out different than the rest. Was this one showing human attributes by hunting and preparing it’s food? It wasn’t killing humans but livestock. Which means it was capable of thinking and making decisions. It wasn’t trying to draw attention to itself by slaughtering people. The most intelligent was said to have one desire, to kill Sephiroth. Could they find it before it found it’s donor? Could they find it before it found Sephiroth and Tifa?


Tifa was sure a flock of chocobos had sprinted across her temples. There was no other explanation for the way her head felt. Her eyes had been glued shut by grit and blown dry by a furnace. She didn’t want to wake up, just slip back into darkness. To let her mind shut down, so she could forget about it all. She rolled over stuffing her face into the plush pillow, that felt nice. Her mind was instantly alert, she was laying down. She was sure she’d been sitting in the chair before decided to rest her eyes. When had she climbed into bed?


“You are awake, good. You’ll need to get up and prepare yourself. We will be leaving within the hour.” Sephiroth stood gazing out the door, his eyes taking in the dark clouds to the West. A storm was approaching but he wouldn’t let that deter his new plans. The girl had been sleeping for almost a day now, exhaustion kept her in a state of hibernation. It gave him time to decide on what to do. If one clone could find them easily then no doubt the others will too. If the clones could find them then Strife might be able to as well. Plus the girl had gone into town, someone might have seen her. There wasn’t too many places in which Cloud would have to look. It was time to move on.


“We’re leaving?” She didn’t feel like moving much less traveling. Did he have a destination already in mind? He must if they were heading out. She didn’t take him as someone that did things without a plan. If anything the great general was smart. Her muscles protested at the idea of going anywhere. Her body was prepared to stay in bed. He wouldn’t give a shit about how sore she was. His back was turned to her, the long silver hair twirled as a gust of wind entered the room. He was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants. Shame he was the enemy, he had a nice rear. “Fine.”


Sephiroth kept his eyes on the approaching storm. He doubted they’d be able to outrun it. They would just have to get wet. The chocobo lifted it’s head and squawked, the bird wouldn’t panic. It didn’t look happy when he set the pack of supplies upon it’s back. He’d taken the liberty of getting the girl some clothes while she slept. The need might arise where he’d need to stop into a town. A naked female would draw more attention. He allowed her the time to jump in the shower and relieve herself. His was putting on a plain black shirt when she exited the bathroom. “Get dressed.”


Tifa examined the clothes, he’d been thoughtful and thought she should dress like him. The skirt was a black leather and kind of short. The top resembled the one she usually wore except the sleeves went to her elbows. She noticed he hadn’t given her any panties. Complaining wasn’t on her mind as she drew the shoes on. Her mind was mulling over her options. She’d given up her chance to escape and even kept the man alive. She could have solved all her problems by allowing him to die or finishing the job before the poison could. But she wasn’t like that, she wasn’t cruel. If he killed her then that was her fate, to die at Sephiroth’s hands. Hadn’t Aeris shared the same fate?


“Come, we leave now.” The clouds shouted in the distance, the rumbling drawing his attention. Perhaps he should wait out the storm but he’d rather get a head start. The girl stopped beside him looking at the bird. Did she realize that he knew about her little trip? If so she didn’t speak, she climbed on leaving him enough room. The bird clicked his beak at the double passengers. He gave one last look at the place, a strange feeling entered his chest. “Hmph, before we head out I’ll give you one last warning. The same rules apply even if our location has changed. I will not hesitate to kill you or someone innocent. I presume that you did head into town. It matters not if you got a message to Cloud and the child is safe. Another would do just as well. Except now I’ll send you the child’s mutilated corpse so you will know what you were responsible for. You will behave if we pass a town, don’t try to run. You had your chance to escape. Your next moment of freedom will be death.”


“I should tell you to kill me now then. At least that way I don’t have to deal with you. If I’m as good as dead there is no point in trying to stay alive is there.” She was sure she saw him debating. The emerald eyes flashed briefly as lightning struck in the distance. Would he kill her now? It meant she wouldn’t have to live with his presence any longer. Surely Aeris would welcome her. It couldn’t be that bad, to return to the planet. The ancient had went readily, so could she.


“Do not tempt me. For now you stay alive. Your death will come when I decide it is time.” He kicked the bird’s side and it sprinted off just as the sky opened up. He still had plans for the female sitting stiffly in front of him. Even with the birds jolting movements she was trying not to touch him. It was her spine being jarred by sitting so straight. He decided to head west for now. Perhaps moving around would suit his needs better. He had time to kill until he met up with Cloud. As long as the girl behaved he wouldn’t take her life. The puppet would be there to watch as he took her away for good.


Tifa wiped her face, which proved pointless. The rain soaked it yet again seconds later. She was drenched to the skin and her back was killing her. How long had they been riding? It felt like days, she wanted a hot bath and a warm bed to sleep in. Lights appeared in the distance, a town. She wasn’t sure where they were. What direction had they gone in? All she could think about was the cold rain and the harsh wind. Not to mention the silent man behind her. “Where are we?”


“We will rest for the night at the inn.” Sephiroth scanned the town as they approached, it was nothing more than a few buildings and homes. It didn’t look to be old, a settlement since the disaster? People were trying to go on with their lives and make fresh starts. As long as they had a place to bed down for the night he wouldn’t be forced to evict the occupants. The girl needed some rest and he’d like to have a shower. As far as he could tell nothing was trailing them. A day of rest would not impede their journey.


Tifa was more than happy to get out of the rain. Thunder clapped in agreement, it was time to stop. The town was small but she could see the Inn sign as the chococo pranced up to a small house. As soon as they skidded to a halt an elderly man came out to greet them. She sent up a prayer that Sephiroth would pay for their lodgings and not slay the inhabitants. That was something she didn’t think she could deal with.


“Would you and your wife like a room for the evening?” The old man held up a lantern inspecting the two. He had large blue eyes, greying hair that was chopped short at the neckline and a friendly smile. Tifa returned the smile as Sephiroth dismounted and took a step forward. She braced herself for what would happen next.


“Yes, we need lodgings for two nights and a meal prepared. I’ll also need a place to stable the chocobo during that time.” Sephiroth heard the girl’s sigh of relief. He wasn’t about to share his logic with her. He knew if he killed those within it would only strengthen her resolve. He didn’t need her fighting with him the whole time. Besides he’d gain nothing from the peasant’s death. The girl would cooperate to ensure the strangers’ safety, plus it meant relaxing for the time being. Better to part with funds.


“Yes, this way please. My wife can show the young lady upstairs and my son will see to the bird. We’ll get you taken of. If you’ll follow me please.” The old man noticed the large sword strapped to the man’s back. He didn’t comment or worry. If the traveler wanted him dead he’d have already been lying in a pool of blood upon the porch. The man went over to the brunette and helped her off the chocobo. The couple followed him into the house.

Tifa wanted to jump in joy as the tub began to fill with water. It would feel so good to lay back and relax. Her only problem is that there was no door to the bathroom. She wouldn’t let that get her down. The storm was raging outside but she was safe indoors. The bedroom door opened announcing Sephiroth’s return. ‘Ignore him and maybe he’ll go away.’ Yep, she’d ignore him, pretend she was alone about to take a soak in the tub. She pulled the shirt over her head, the wet material landing on the floor. It would have to be rung out and hung to dry.


He watched her slide the skirt down her hips then step into the large tub. Sephiroth tossed his sword upon the full size bed. She’d taken too long to decide to wash. After seeing that the chocobo was stabled properly he’d paid for their accommodations and meals. The girl was humming to herself, leaning back against the edge. His clothes were discarded then thrown over a chair. The room was well furnished for the price he’d paid. He left strict orders that they weren’t to be disturbed except to be brought their meals. Another recording would need to be sent to Cloud. Lightning clapped outside lighting up the room, “Scoot up, so I have room.”


Tifa almost jumped out of the tub but it was too late he was standing next to the tub. She’d been so lost in thought she hadn’t heard him walk in. She wasn’t stupid enough to argue. Thoughts of the family downstairs had her moving up to the center of the tub. She wouldn’t have him appease his bloodlust by sticking his sword in the mother’s back then have the pleasure of placing the blame on her. Besides she’d made her bed, she’d lie in it. She’d chosen to help save his life and had given up her chance at freedom. She’d condemned herself to be at his mercy.


He slipped in behind her drawing his knees up. His hand reached out to pull her back until she was settled against his chest. Sephiroth rested his head against the tile wall. The water was hotter than he liked but it only came up to his waist. “Turn around and wash me.” A smirk threatened hearing her call him a few choice names but she did as he said. The rag in her hand began to roam over his chest, sliding to his shoulders.


She was tempted to slap him in the face with the soapy washcloth. It would earn her one in return, which kept her hand still. Instead she tried to picture him as being ill still. She was washing a patient, not a virile male naked in the tub with her. The pale chest was breathing deeply as she paid attention to his shoulders. Soon she had no choice but to head downward. The soap coated his nipples, the scrape of the rag causing the twin peaks to harden. The flat of his belly was muscled and she admired the build. Sephiroth was tall and lean but his body was well defined. No wonder he’d had a fan club when he was a General for Shinra.


He noticed she was avoiding going any lower. “I believe my chest is clean, you may proceed lower.” His cock twitched to life. “Lose the cloth.” The hand paused on his groin, she was going around his growing erection. The rag was snatched from her fingers, “now, wash me.” He tossed it outside the tub and grabbed her hand. Having to tell her twice would cause his patience to snap. He guided it to his aching member, wanting to feel her hands upon him.


Tifa wanted to snap it in half. It was hard and smooth to the touch. She’d known this might happen again if she remained with him. It was only her body he was possessing, not her heart or her soul. More lather was applied to the girth. Her hand gripped it and massaged it in full strokes. Who would have thought the Great Sephiroth liked to have his cock stroked? She decided to finish him off this way so he might not feel the need to touch her tonight.


“Enough, stand up for me now.” His mouth went dry as she cleaned off her hand and went to stand in the tub. It put her sex directly in his view. “A foot on the rim and get closer to me.” She did as he said, pleasing him. His hand reached to caress the straight thigh. The skin was soft and smooth but damp. This wasn’t what he wanted wet, his fingers found the closed folds. Could he get her stimulated again? She’d enjoyed his touch once before even if she’d regretted it afterwards. Rape wouldn’t get the results he wanted. The woman was strong willed and would deal with being forced. He wanted her to know she’d succumbed to him. The puppet had to know that the woman craved the wrong man. Even if Cloud didn’t see the girl in a lustful manner the betrayal would be the same. Tifa would have longed for the touch of Cloud’s most hated foe.


Tifa bit her bottom lip as the gentle caress found her tiny nerve. He wasn’t playing fair, this wasn’t supposed to feel so good. She gasped as he applied more pressure to her clit. The thumb was stimulating it as fingers played near her opening. Heat flared to life in her groin, she was already beginning to ache with need. She was a horrid person but as a finger pressed into the hot sheath she didn’t care. Her mind brought back the last time. He’d brought her pleasure by being inside her body. She couldn’t stop this from happening if he wanted it. She’d rather enjoy it than it forced upon her, the end result would be the same. Sephiroth would possess her body, she’d have fucked her enemy.


A hand went into his hair as he pulled her closer. His mouth found the spot his thumb had vacated. The girl’s mound was damp from the water. His tongue lapped at the nerve that guaranteed her compliance. He savored the taste left by her body’s personal moisture. The fingers clinging to him tightened their grip as he pushed another digit inside her passage. She was more than wet enough for his intrusion. He gave it one last lick before pulling away. “ Lower yourself and ride me.”


He admired the show of muscle as she lowered her body down. The slender legs squatting over his own which now stretched out in the tub. His cock was jutting out of the water, ready to impale the heat being brought down. His hands went to the edges and held on, he’d let her do the work. See how much she could please him. One of her slender hands held him at the base, the other was placed upon his shoulder. “Do it, you’ll fuck me until I cum.”


Tifa pushed herself down, adjusting to the girth invading her. No wonder she’d enjoyed it so much last time. She moaned at the intense friction of being stretched. Her womanhood was being penetrated by warm steel. Weariness was forgotten, she felt invigorated as she began to bounce over his lap. Her feet were planted beside his hips, allowing her free movement of her lower half. She continuously rose and then propelled herself down, riding his cock. His throaty moans of pleasure drove her on. Her lust boiled, realizing that the Great Sephiroth wasn’t as indifferent as he liked others to believe. His head was thrown back, his hand was resting on her hip. He hadn’t taken over yet but was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.


A clash of lightning struck outside lightning up the whole room. She stopped at the blinding glare and heard his grunt of disapproval. Instead of going back to the normal rising motions she rolled her hips, grinding her core against him. His fingers dug into her skin making her repeat the action. The tension was to the snapping point, she felt the need overwhelm her. Keeping a firm hold on his shoulder she set the pace, her hips grinding fast, moving the thick girth within her. “Oh yes,” she felt it snap, her release taking over.


Sephiroth felt the girl’s release seconds before his own began. The walls contracted around him milking his seed. His cock throbbed, his nuts ached as the pleasure washed over him. She’d felt so wonderful, he hadn’t minded giving up control and letting her dictate the pace. His body was more than pleased with the outcome. Pleased enough to consider the idea of keeping the girl around long after Strife was dead.


Tifa collapsed against his chest in exhaustion. Now she really couldn’t move. Thunder rumbled in the distance, the storm was passing. Hands were stroking along her spine. The touch was almost tender but she knew better. He’d be wanting to continue and soon. She also knew she’d allow it and most likely enjoy it. She was right, she’d damned herself by not running when she could. A tear slid down unnoticed as the man adjusted below her. The girth in her already thickening in anticipation.

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