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I was… but my drive got broken and I lost 3 pages that were ready… Orz I’ll redo them once my anger passes. Sorry ﾍ(;´Д｀ﾍ)
Day 30: Whatever pleases you! -Prompt by boomchickfanfiction<3-
Cloud waited for Sephiroth to come home. He hadn’t taken off his uniform from the day of work. He was still breaking in his First Class gear, and the more he wore it now, the less it would pinch and chafe in battle. Besides, he hardly sweated at all anymore.
He was pacing through their home, filled with energy from his latest mako treatment. He knew his eyes would be glowing lifestream-bright. He loved seeing that light in Sephiroth’s gaze—he would have to ask his husband’s opinion on seeing it in his.
He clenched his fists anxiously, looking to the clock. The science department was keeping Sephiroth late.
Usually he was home by nine. He would be stressed and a little more tactile than usual, but in time to eat a late dinner with Cloud. Some nights, within a few minutes of returning home, he was relaxed enough to joke about Hojo’s old-man bedtime.
Cloud glanced to the clock again, taking a moment to watch the second hand turn silently, edging the hour ever closer to eleven.
He yanked his attention away from the clock’s worrisome advance. He went to the bookshelf, scanning through the titles as though he might find a book telling him that Sephiroth was fine and would be home soon. His heart felt squeezed as he looked over the row of self-help books Sephiroth had collected obsessively for about a three-week long period. Their numbers had not been added to in a long time. At the same time as it was hard to see that he’d felt the need for them at all, it was good to remember that he appeared to have passed that particular insecurity.
Cloud rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a slow breath.
“Half an hour,” he whispered to himself. “Then I’m going and finding him and dragging him home if I have to. What’s the point of being a First Class if I can’t even help my own husband, after all…”
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Day 29: With Food - prompt by:… both again I guess <3<3<3 -
"Um, Sephiroth?" Cloud called across the kitchen to his lover. "The stove won’t turn on…"
"Are you sure?" Sephiroth set down the whisk he was using on the fresh-made whipped cream, walking over. He tossed his ponytail over his shoulder, wiping his hands off on his apron as he walked over, bending to check on the oven.
"I’m pretty sure," Cloud replied, lifting an eyebrow. "I generally know how to work stoves."
"And I’ve been living here for over a year, you realize."
"Sorry," Sephiroth muttered, glancing up at Cloud. "I’ll call a repair man in, but… Well. It’s rather late tonight. I doubt I can get someone by this evening."
"Zack won’t mind a store bought cake," Cloud said, giving him a mild smile. "you know him. He’ll bounce off the walls just for being remembered."
Sephiroth cracked a small smile, nodding to himself and straightening. “Definitely true…”
"I guess we can save the icing…" Cloud muttered, sighing at the work he and Sephiroth had done before he’d gone to preheat the oven.
Sephiroth hummed, leaning against the counter as he slowly untied his apron, sliding it off over his head. “I suppose… Although…”
Cloud glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow, giving a soft chuckle and reaching out to tug on Sephiroth’s bangs. “Go on. You have a plan? Whipped cream strawberries sounding pleasant? We could eat them in bed.”
"Well," Sephiroth said after a moment. "That is… Close to what I had in mind. It’s only, I do very much like decorating. I was looking forward to it."
"Yeah?" Cloud pried, suspicious and already delighted by the wicked shine in Sephiroth’s eye.
"Let’s get undressed while I explain," Sephiroth purred. "I believe you will enjoy my suggestion."
Cloud was a sucker for dirty games played with Sephiroth. Within half an hour, he was lying naked on their kitchen table, shifting awkwardly as he waited for his lover to arrive. He sighed, trying to block out the mental voice of his mother asking him what the hell he was doing. with his feet on the dining room table. Much less the rest of him.
He leaned back on his elbows, taking a deep breath to calm down. He was already turned on by Sephiroth’s pleased, purring suggestion, and his whole-hearted enthusiasm when cloud approved. If he’d known baking a cake would entail this, he’d have suggested it ages ago and broken the oven himself.
Sephiroth walked in smoothly, a bowl of sliced strawberries in one arm, an icing bag in each hand. He was looking absolutely delighted, his eyes narrowed and pleased. He stepped up to the table, humming as he looked Cloud over, setting his tools down.
"A lovely canvas," He purred. "Better than any cake."
Cloud snorted at him, averting his eyes with a blush. It was a blush of pride and not of shame, though. If once he’d been embarrassed by his body, that time had passed long ago. He would never have bulk like Sephiroth and Zack, but he was all hard lines and sculpted physique now. There was very little doughy about him now.
Day 28: Roleplaying -prompt by… both 9 v 6;?? -
“So this is what it looks like,” Cloud whispered, walking behind Sephiroth, brushing his fingertips over the man’s feather’s. “The wing of a fallen angel.”
“Like what you see?” Sephiroth purred.
“You’ll never get back into heaven with talk like that,” Cloud winced after he spoke. It had sounded terribly cheesy.
“Oh? And is that what you’re here to do?” Sephiroth looked over his wing’s arch at Cloud. “Take me to heaven?”
Cloud gave his wing a firm squeeze, and Sephiroth shuddered in pleasure. Cloud allowed a brief smile to cross his face before forcing himself back into character.
“I’m here to reclaim your power for good,” he paced around Sephiroth, drawing his hand along the wing as he did, smoothing over the silken feathers. His eyes trailed down Sephiroth’s body where he kneeled on the floor, and he smirked at the erection he was already sporting. “Look at you. So far fallen that you’re erect just from having your wing touched…”
“Will you punish me for it, then?” Sephiroth purred with wicked delight clear in his voice.
Day 24: Shy - prompt by me >:V
“Cloud?” Sephiroth knocked lightly on the closed bathroom door. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” Cloud called back quickly, his fingers twined together uncertainly as he quietly panicked. “Everything’s fine!”
“You’ve been in there for a long time.” Sephiroth called from outside the door. “Won’t you come out?”
“I… I think I’d rather not,” Cloud called in reply, his hands covering his face rather than allowing himself to look in the mirror again.
“…Are you sure? You’re the one who said you had something new to show me tonight.”
“Well that was before I put it on…”
“…Put it on?” Sephiroth sounded desperately curious now.
Cloud peeked at himself in the mirror, eyeing the lacy lingerie that had seemed like such a good idea when he picked it up and that now was making him look more feminine and more vulnerable than he’d ever seen himself. He glanced down at the erection bobbing within his delicate panties between his fancy garters and the frilled half-corset. He covered his face again, feeling himself flush bright red.
A quiet squeak escaped him, and he tried desperately to pretend he hadn’t just made that noise.
“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Sephiroth asked from outside the door. “If you’re having difficulties, I can come and help you.”
He sounded so earnest and concerned. Cloud stifled a groan, his skin bright pink from embarrassment underneath the pale, creamy silk of the fancy undergarments. He hesitated, a hand on the fastenings of his garters, ready to remove them and pretend this had never happened. But he hesitated, biting his lip.
Two days ago, his perfect diamond ring had been joined by a slim gold band, matched on Sephiroth’s hand. Two days ago Sephiroth had taken his last name and promised Cloud a place in the rest of his life. He’d wanted to make this honeymoon special, but so far Sephiroth had carried the brunt of that weight, setting up romantic dates and providing sensual massages. Cloud took a shaking breath, steeling himself. He ran the sink a moment, passing his fingers under the cold stream of water and then pressing them to his cheeks, cooling off his blushing skin. He gently dried the water with one of the fluffy hotel towels, then rose slowly to open the door.
Sephiroth was standing right outside, stark naked. He looked like he’d stepped back when he heard Cloud opening the door. His hand was still half-lifted from knocking. HIs eyes widened as Cloud stepped out of the bathroom, feeling the feminine lingerie flow around him with the movements, constricting in all the right places.
Day 22: On the Desk -prompt by boomchickfanfiction <3<3<3
Sephiroth glared down at the paperwork. He knew, academically, that glaring at the paperwork would not help him come any closer to finishing it, but it still felt satisfying. He was seriously considering setting a few of the less-important papers on fire. If it weren’t for the fact that many of the matters demanding his attention would directly affect the wellbeing of his Soldiers, he would have set his whole desk ablaze.
He tapped his pen against the desk, not allowing himself to skip a single word of the contract he was reading through before signing. He knew all too well how disastrous it could be to sign anything with Shinra. Much less something he didn’t fully understand. He sighed, shifting aside the contract in disgust and putting a hand to his head. He rubbed at his temple, glancing over to his computer screen. The statuses of the Soldiers who he’d recommended for promotion were still pending. Cloud’s face beamed at him from his computer screen, his smile rivaling Zack’s for brightness. His blue eyes were sparkling in the picture. It had been taken for his ID right after he heard about his first promotion, and his joy and excitement was palpable.
Sephiroth pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes lightly, fending off a headache. He missed the days when a recommendation from himself and any other of the Firsts would be enough for Lazard. He’d promoted more Cadet and Soldiers through a good word alone in those days. His best men had been promoted that way.
And now he was sitting in place, waiting for faceless bureaucrats to ratify the paperwork he’d been forced to fill out over days.
He growled to himself, trapped in the emotional no-mans-land between fury and loneliness. He missed the days when the company had been full of his friends.
A knock on the door drew him out of his thoughts.
“Enter.” He called, quietly hoping it was someone here to attempt an assassination. Attempted assassinations always livened up his work days.
The blond who walked through the door was much more welcome. Sephiroth turned off his computer monitor as he stood, hiding the recommendation statuses from Cloud. If they were turned down, he didn’t want his fiancee to get his hopes up. He couldn’t guarantee anything anymore.
“Cloud,” he greeted, hoping his voice sounded warmer to his lover than to his own ears. “You don’t usually visit.”
“You seemed stressed this morning,” Cloud said. Sephiroth couldn’t quite read the expression on his face, but it seemed calm enough. “So I wanted to come check in on you.”
“That was kind,” Sephiroth murmured, leaning against the desk, studying Cloud.
Being in his office all day, around people who saw him as nothing more than an asset, Sephiroth’s personal skills had a bad habit of eroding in the workplace. However, even with duller-than-normal senses, he could tell something was different about Cloud. The young Third sauntered into the room like he owned it, and he’d thrown the lock on the door behind himself as he entered. Sephiroth didn’t mind. They often did, so that they could hold one another and kiss without worrying about rude interruptions. But there was a certain air about Cloud that Sephiroth couldn’t put a finger on.
“So you don’t mind the company, sir?” Cloud asked, his hand lifting to push a strand of blond hair back behind his ear. His engagement ring glinted in the light from the office window.
“Not in the slightest.” Sephiroth pushed his paperwork away, walking around the desk to greet Cloud.
They met in a kiss that was all affection. Cloud made a soft sound of pleasure against Sephiroth’s lips. He pressed forward, draping his arms over Sephiroth’s shoulders and lifting his chest to press their bodies together. Sephiroth pulled back after a long while, when his pants started to get uncomfortable, chuckling as he pulled back from Cloud.
“You’re very affectionate.” He rubbed a hand over Cloud’s standard-issue Soldier belt.
Cloud smiled up at him before he took his own lower lip between his teeth, chewing on it lightly. Sephiroth wanted to kiss those lips again, but he restrained himself for the moment.
“I was wondering if you had any meetings coming up, sir?” He murmured.
“You can relax,” Sephiroth laughed, walking behind his desk to double check his schedule. It was the seventeenth time he’d looked at it that day, but it never hurt to be thorough. “I checked my office for bugs just this morning. No need to call me sir.”
“Oh,” Cloud sounded slightly disappointed, but when Sephiroth lifted his eyes to check on him, he looked calm and happy again, still smiling that faint, sweet smile. “Alright, Sephiroth.”
“And I’m free for three more hours,” Sephiroth continued. “Were you thinking of doing something? It’s a bit early for lunch, but we could make an exception.”
“Well, yeah, that would be good, but…” Cloud trailed off, seeming to think hard about something. Sephiroth watched his expression morph from sweet to determined and back before he continued speaking, moving forward to stand across the desk from Sephiroth. “I was thinking of a little personal time first?”
“Personal time?” Sephiroth eyed him suspiciously, filled with the certainty that he was missing something.
“Oops,” Cloud said, dropping a pen he’d lifted out of Sephiroth’s cup of writing utensils on his desk. “Sorry. Clumsy me. I’ll just get that…”
He bent over to retrieve it, and Sephiroth blinked as he left his rear in the air while he did so. It seemed to take him quite a while to retrieve the pen. Sephiroth blinked as Cloud arched his back slightly, making the curve of his ass ever so slightly more pronounced. He leaned back in his desk chair, watching.
When Cloud lifted his head again, he was blushing. He looked a little more uncertain, and the air of confidence around him had dissipated somewhat. Sephiroth’s heart rate picked up in concern and uncertainty. He clenched a fist under the desk, forcing his weary mind to think. Had Cloud come here for something in particular? Was he sending him a signal? He focused, studying his body language, and things clicked into place as soon as he started looking for the signs with his lover in mind.
“Dropping pens everywhere,” he murmured after a moment. “You really ought to be more careful. A pretty Third like you could get in a lot of trouble.”
Cloud’s eyes lit up, a flare of mako working through them and a grin catching briefly on his lips. He straightened out of the slump he’d started to fall into.
“I don’t know, sir,” he murmured. “I might need a lesson to remember.”
Sephiroth almost laughed, but he held it back. He shook his head slightly.
“Cloud. Enough.” He murmured through a smile, shaking his head. “Let’s save the porn-star plot lines for another day.”
Cloud pouted and crossed his arms, the vacant playfulness leaving him in favor of short determination. “You’re no fun. I was hoping we could have another go in the office.”
“Of course we can,” Sephiroth stood, stripping his jacket and hanging it over the chair behind his desk. “But I want it to be with you. Not with an act.”
“I’d still like to try role playing one day,” Cloud sighed. But he split into a grin soon afterwards, pulling his shirt off as well. He unhooked his Soldier belt and tossed the heavy leather lightly across the room.
“Oh? Is that it?” Sephiroth pulled his gloves off with his teeth as he rounded the desk. “Well then, Strife.”
He lightly knocked the name plate and cup of pens off the desk with a flip of the wrist, scattering them on the floor. Cloud gasped in surprise the moment before Sephiroth bent him over the desk. The Third folded agreeably, pressed down over the paperwork that had been driving Sephiroth insane all day. He gave a soft gasp of surprise, but the look he cast Sephiroth was delighted.
Sephiroth pulled his pants down to his knees before abandoning them, stroking his hands over Cloud’s ass. His eyes widened in surprise to find a plug already in place between those coveted cheeks.
“Cloud,” he murmured, surprised. “You really planned ahead…”
“Well, I had the afternoon off,” Cloud answered, wiggling his ass and shifting his hands to grip the other side of Sephiroth’s desk. “And you really did seem stressed.”
“What would you have done if I hadn’t caught the hint?”
“Left it in for lunch, I guess,” Cloud said, though even as he spoke the words he blushed bright red. “I mean, it’s not like I expect you to drop everything and f—” he broke off, not yet aroused enough to be foul-mouthed. “Have sex with me.” He finished in a mutter.
“Oh there is nothing I would like more,” Sephiroth pulled down the zipper on his pants, smiling as he found himself already half-erect.
Cloud started to shift out of his position and Sephiroth pushed him back onto the desk firmly, kicking his legs apart with a gentle motion to open Cloud up further still.
“Ah, Seph,” Cloud muttered. “I’m on your paperwork…”
“Good,” Sephiroth replied. “I expect you to drool all over it by the time I’m done with you. In fact, if you keep splaying like that, I might come use your mouth before we’re done here and cover it in cum.”
A soft moan escaped Cloud, and he trembled in desire. Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed in delight at the spike of arousal he smelled in the air. His Cloud certainly did enjoy a little dirty talk now and then.
“Is this about your ‘defiling sanitary places’ kink again?” Cloud asked breathlessly, trying to tease even as his hips started to shift and wiggle in discomfort, ready to be filled with something more mobile than the plug.
“A different incarnation of the same kink.” Sephiroth confirmed, using the hand he was not pleasuring himself with to press lightly on the base of Cloud’s butt plug.
Cloud choked on a gasp, clenching his eyes shut as Sephiroth pushed on the hard plastic, pushing it as deep as it would go and slowly rotating the flared base to move it in slow circles inside Cloud. The blond’s ass clenched attractively around the intruding plug, and Sephiroth gave it a light, affectionate swat. The strike was just hard enough to leave a slightly reddened place in the shape of his hand on Cloud’s pale rear. The Third let out a cry of pleasure, squirming as though he were trying to anchor himself in place and escape at once, and his body could not decide which it wanted to do more.
“Ah,” Sephiroth sighed, stroking his hand lightly over the no-doubt stinging skin. “You are so beautiful like this, my Cloud. How many times have I imagined having you bent over this desk before me?”
“Sephiroth,” Cloud whispered, his eyes clenched tightly shut. “Please, I want you in me…”
“Your little friend isn’t good enough company?” Sephiroth pressed his thumb against the base of the plug again, just to watch Cloud’s knees bend and his back arch.
Cloud probably would have gathered himself enough to speak if he’d been given a moment, but Sephiroth was too delighted in keeping him breathless with pleasure. He started pulling the plug out of him before Cloud could gather himself to reply, and the young man groaned in pleasure. Sephiroth paused as the flared end of the bulb pulled from Cloud’s tight ring of muscle, holding him spread wide. Cloud wiggled in discomfort, but didn’t pull away. He choked back a sound of complaint, his eyes clenched shut and his cheek pressed into Sephiroth’s papers.
“Very nice,” Sephiroth praised softly, stroking Cloud’s lower back. “Tell me, Cloud, is my desk comfortable?”
He slid the plug the rest of the way out, too eager to enjoy himself to toy with Cloud any longer. He made a mental note to play all sorts of games with him later, when they were both a little more in control.
Cloud moaned, his ass left gaping open for Sephiroth. He smiled down at the twitching hole, bending down to press a kiss to it, giving it a slow lick. Cloud whimpered in pleasure, but they’d played with such things enough times now that he didn’t squirm away in embarrassment.
“My sweet little fiance,” Sephiroth purred. “How lucky I am to have you.”
“You make it sound like this is selfless.” Cloud said with a breathless laugh. “Maybe I just got bored on my afternoon off and wanted you inside me?”
Sephiroth gave a low chuckle. “I would call that luck on my part as well.”
Cloud was halfway through a laugh when Sephiroth gripped his hips and thrust inside him. The sound shifted abruptly, and Cloud let out a scream of pleasure. Sephiroth closed his eyes in rapture, smiling wickedly. He ran heavy hands over Cloud’s hips, clenching on his thighs just enough to elicit a groan of pleasure and pain at the end of the cry.
“Such a good lover,” Sephiroth growled softly as he felt Cloud intentionally squeeze around him. He squeezed his hips once more before starting up a slow, steady rhythm.
Cloud was making soft, breathy noises with every thrust, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he was fucked over the hard desk surface. He started to push up onto his elbows, and Sephiroth released the grip on his hips to press a hand against his back. He pressed down, pushing Cloud onto the surface of his desk. Cloud let out a groan that was almost a sob, papers crumpling under him, falling off the desk. Sephiroth smiled in pleasure and snapped his hips forward roughly.
Cloud twisted and moaned in his grip in pleasure. He trembled around Sephiroth’s dick, and Sephiroth shifted inside him slowly, hunting for the place that would drive Cloud over the edge.
He knew he’d found it when the cadet’s legs lifted off the ground and he gave a yell of helpless delight.
“Fucking shit, Sephiroth!”
“I love when I get you to the point of talking dirty,” Sephiroth laughed lowly.
He bent over Cloud, kissing his shoulder blades and biting down hard on the back of one shoulder. Cloud cried out below him, twisting in pain and pleasure. The smell of tears entered the air, and Sephiroth pulled back to check on him. Cloud’s eyes were watering, but his face was all dazed bliss. Sephiroth smoothed a hand over the mark he’d left, stinging it lightly with the sweat of Cloud’s own sweat, and went back to work.
He saw the shift in Cloud’s gaze when the man managed to catch his breath, and recognized it as determination. He wasn’t sure what that determination was for, at first. Then the Third’s internal muscles tightened around him, milking his dick as he pulled out with every stroke. Sephiroth gasped, bracing himself on one hand against Cloud’s back. If he’d been anything less than a third, Sephiroth never would have put the weight on him, but he knew his lover not only could take it, but would love it as well.
Cloud choked, but the grin that crossed his face between pleased moans was obviously one of pride. Sephiroth would have laughed if he’d had the breath to. Cloud was determined to make him lose his control. Sephiroth loved it when the blond got like that. He trembled as he pulled out slowly, Cloud keeping pressure on his cock from within the whole time.
A string of saliva slid from between Cloud’s lips, and sephiroth’s eyes narrowed in almost sadistic pleasure as it smeared on the contract below him. The third’s hands shifted in their grips on the desk, paperwork clinging to sweaty flesh. Sephiroth thrust in deep, rolling his hips inside Cloud, toying with him from within.
“Seph,” Cloud gasped. “Seph, I’m cumming…”
“I haven’t even touched you yet,” Sephiroth laughed. “Here. Let me help.”
He pulled out almost all the way, reaching down between them to take Cloud’s dick in hand. He pressed its length against the desk, rubbing its underside while the front pressed against hard wood. Cloud moaned and sobbed, twisting in desire. He escaped Sephiroth’s shallow penetration with a particularly hard twist, and Sephiroth slapped him lightly on the ass with his free hand in retribution.
Cloud gave a final buck and came hard, yelling his pleasure into the quiet office. His eyes were shut tight, tears sliding down his cheeks and his lips turned upwards in a blissful smile. He looked like he’d been used till he was half senseless. Sephiroth bent and pressed his back lightly in reward before walking around the desk slowly. He kept a hand on Cloud’s back as he went, and when he came to the other side, the panting, exhausted young man was ready.
Cloud took Sephiroth’s length in one shaking hand, fisting it a couple times, moving the loose skin with the strength of his grip. He opened his lips for Sephiroth, his breath hot and heavy. Sephiroth slid between his lips, bracing himself on the desk over Cloud to keep himself from simply fucking the boy’s throat. Cloud had a terribly easy to trigger gag reflex, and Sephiroth would never break his trust by triggering it. Not without Cloud’s permission, anyway.
He groaned as the cadet pulled away, coughing and choking for breath for a moment, unable to get enough air through his nose alone. Sephiroth let him keep control of their pace, and only a few breaths later Cloud was back to work, taking as much of Sephiroth’s length in his mouth as he could. His cheek pushed out where Sephiroth’s dick encountered the tender, wet skin inside.
Sephiroth rolled his hips, careful not to press too deep. Cloud massaged what he couldn’t fit of Sephiroth’s dick, milking him while he trembled over the desk. Sephiroth rubbed a hand over his back, sliding it up into his hair to hold him in place while Cloud’s talented tongue went to work pleasuring him.
“That’s it,” Sephiroth whispered, rubbing a hand over the bruises he’d left on Cloud’s back. “That’s it. I’m almost there, Cloud. Almost there…”
Cloud squeezed his hand on Sephiroth’s shaft in understanding. He sucked harder on Sephiroth’s tip, gripping and releasing his sensitive erection as he worked him. Sephiroth clung to the edge of his desk, forcing himself to stay still even as he wanted desperately to deepen that contact and bring himself over the brink.
Cloud’s bright blue eyes looked up at him from under that fringe of blonde hair, and Sephiroth couldn’t resist that beautiful blue gaze. His hips bucked, and Cloud gave a soft choking sound as he came. His soon-to-be husband didn’t pull away, swallowing down Sephiroth’s cum with an ease that had come of long practice. Sephiroth moaned in pleasure as Cloud lapped away every drop.
He stroked a hand down Cloud’s back in reward and affection with one hand. With his other, he turned on his computer monitor again, and smiled at what he saw.
“Look at that,” he murmured. “You’ve been officially accepted as a second class Soldier.”
Cloud choked, pulling off Sephiroth’s dick and coughing hard. He stood up, staring, stark naked with his pants around his ankles and Sephiroth’s cum sliding down his chin.
Sephiroth laughed, raising his hands in apology. He walked around the desk slowly, taking Cloud in his arms and giving him a slow gentle kiss. He could taste his own cum, salty and intrinsically tinted with mako.
“I recommended you a month ago,” he murmured, pulling back from their kiss. “But the board insisted on a review, since you and I are close. I just got the news.”
“I’m a second?” Cloud whispered, lifting his eyes to meet Sephiroth’s.
“Sorry to spring it on you,” Sephiroth murmured. “The message said to inform you at the first opportunity. It seemed pretty opportune.”
He glanced over to his defiled desk and smirked. “Besides. At least I will be able to tell them I did something exactly as they asked when I have to request new copies of all this paperwork…”
Cloud buried his face against Sephiroth’s chest and started laughing in delight. Sephiroth squeezed him gently and kissed his hair in praise and affection. He remained in place, all but naked and rocking back and forth slowly with Cloud in the middle of his office. He pretended that he couldn’t smell and feel Cloud’s soft, happy tears against his chest.
Day 20: Your Own Kink -Wing kink, prompt by boomchickfanfiction<3
It was a quiet evening. They’d spent a lot of it getting used to being back at their apartment and not at the beach house. In ways, it was a welcome change. Cloud was glad to be back in uniform, despite having enjoyed the time in normal clothes. It was easier to remember his successes in uniform.
It had been nice, settling into Sephiroth’s apartment without bothering to stop himself from mentally calling it ‘home.’ There were no doubts now. While they’d been away, movers had brought a new set of dressers to put in the bedroom. Cloud’s uniforms were already inside, his formal regalia hanging in the closet beside Sephiroth’s ten identical leather jackets.
By that night, Sephiroth was sitting in front of the couch, polishing his boots for the next day’s return to work, his silver hair falling over his shoulder. He looked startlingly domestic in his casual clothes and shoes, scrubbing his leather boots to their usual dull shine. Cloud found himself watching him without even meaning to. Sephiroth didn’t seem to mind.
Cloud felt uncertainty stir in his depths as the thought of ‘normal’ and ‘Sephiroth’ touched one another in his mind. A deep feeling shifted in his stomach, and he closed his eyes, swallowing hard. A memory of black feathers stark against the grey clouded sky rose within him, and he quickly lifted his gaze again.
“Sephiroth,” Cloud said after a moment. “You trust me, right?”
“You know I do.” Sephiroth replied, shifting from where he was to cast a glance up at Cloud. “Why do you ask?”
“Let me preface this by saying that I won’t be upset if you say no,” Cloud leaned against the living room wall, fiddling with his engagement ring. “But can I see your wing again?”
Sephiroth dropped his boot instead of placing it where he’d meant to, neatly next to its partner. He lifted his startled gaze off the fallen shoe to stare at Cloud, a dark intensity in his eyes. His expression was grim.
“My wing.” He said blankly after a moment. “You want me to unleash that monstrosity. In the living room.”
“Well,” Cloud shifted. “Yeah.”
“Why?” Sephiroth asked, his voice a little less kind than usual.
“Don’t get angry,” Cloud scolded softly, shifting uncomfortably to the side. “I just…”
He trailed off, lowering his eyes. He took a deep breath, deciding between lies and honesty. As always, he couldn’t bring himself to be anything but truthful with the man he loved.
“It makes me uncomfortable,” he whispered, “And I don’t want to be uncomfortable around you. So I want to see it again. Get used to it, you know?”
Sephiroth’s face walled off briefly, falling behind neutral emptiness. Then Sephiroth shook his head, seeming to recognize the mask in himself and quietly banishing it. His face shifted until he was sitting before the sofa, his legs splayed a little and his head tilted down.
“I don’t like it,” he murmured after a moment. “But if you will feel better for seeing it again, I will make an exception.”
“Does it hurt?” Cloud asked uncertainly, walking forward to join Sephiroth, crouching beside him.
Sephiroth shook his head silently. “It just is. There is no pain associated with its presence or absence.”
“Then I would like to see it,” Cloud whispered, placing a hand on Sephiroth’s shoulder. “Please.”
“Help me move the couch,” Sephiroth muttered, rising swiftly and pulling away from Cloud’s touch. His eyes stayed averted. “I don’t want to knock it over.”
Cloud rose with him, lifting the other side of the couch to move it back against the wall. He kept his eyes on the closed-off expression on Sephiroth’s face. His eyes were flickering, as though he were arguing silently with himself. Cloud silently moved the coffee table as well, shifting Sephiroth’s boots out of the way with careful hands. He turned back to look at Sephiroth, watching him stand there in the middle of the room as though he were waiting for punishment.
“How about this,” Cloud suggested after a moment. “Let’s make use of the room while we’ve got it. First let me look at your wing, and then we’ll have a little fun?”
He made the offer awkwardly, twirling a finger in a way he only realized was painfully sexual once it was too late to take it back. Sephiroth’s eyes were on his hand, and the silver-haired man gave a little smile in response. It was a fragile look.
Day 19: Outdoors, woods, parks, gardens -prompt by me <3
Cloud holding his own hands, his fingers twining together in a tight grip. He was leaning against Sephiroth as they walked, shoulder to shoulder, but he wanted to hold his own hands. He was still getting used to the feeling of the slim silver band on his finger. He liked to be able to turn it now and then to solidify its presence.
“You really own this whole island?” Cloud asked.
“It sounds very impressive when put that way,” Sephiroth had a fond smile on his face. “It is a very small island.”
“Is not.” Cloud muttered. “It’s bigger than my hometown. Nicer too…”
The silver-haired man leaned his head against Cloud’s, slowing his pace so they could take a moment to halfway snuggle together. Cloud closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the night air. The scent of the ocean was pervasive and delicious. It smelled like freedom. He lifted his eyes to the sky when Sephiroth pulled away, and smiled warmly.
“Look,” he pointed upwards. “The first star of the evening.”
“Technically that is a planet,” Sephiroth commented, sliding a hand through his own ponytail, straightening the silver strands as he walked. “But it is beautiful.”
Cloud rolled his eyes at his lover—Fiancee, he corrected himself—and shook his head at him.
“First planet of the evening then.” He lightly kicked a stone off the path. “Picky picky.”
“I’m fond of outer space.” Sephiroth said with a shrug as he tossed his ponytail lightly behind himself again. “Come, my Cloud. We are almost to your surprise.”
“I’m not sure how many more surprises I can handle.” Cloud released his own hand to take Sephiroth’s. He walked with him, letting him speed up their pace. “First the ring, and you asking me to marry you, then the private island, then that lovely house here… Not to mention the huge number of monsters that keep following you around like puppies.”
Sephiroth gave a slightly bashful shrug, glancing back at the eyes glowing in the forest. “They won’t bother us too much… I don’t get to visit them often.”
“I knew you were a rescue person.” Cloud accused softly. “If you weren’t a Soldier you’d be working at the pound, taking all the dogs home before they could be put down. I shouldn’t be surprised you take them home from the labs.”
Sephiroth averted his eyes, seeming embarrassed. Cloud squeezed his hand.
“I think it’s wonderful,” he murmured to the man. “If you didn’t gather that from my reaction. I think it’s very kind of you. I always knew you had a good heart.”
Cat-green eyes slid over to study him, and Sephiroth’s impassive mask cracked into a smile. He tugged Cloud gently, leading him out of the forested path to the open beach. Just beyond the dunes was a wooden structure. Cloud took a slow breath, staring at the deck. It was made out of rich, dark wood, and it gleamed softly in the light of the setting sun. The sky was painted in a palette of oranges, pinks, and yellows that colored the clouds in cotton-candy pastels.
The lanterns hanging around the deck glowed faintly with mako light, casting gentle green colors on the corners of the deck where they were hanging. Even from a distance as they approached, Cloud could see the large, luxurious beach couch facing the ocean. The white couch was long enough to stretch out on, with the back inclined slightly so that it would be easy to watch the surroundings. It was just waiting to be lounged upon for hours at a time while watching the tides roll in and out.
"When did you have time to set all this up?" Cloud whispered, his cheeks heating up, glowing with happiness.
"I have to keep at least some mystery about me," Sephiroth replied in a low chuckle, sliding his arm around Cloud’s waist. "Come. There’s a bar on the deck. I’ll make you a drink."
"Wow," Cloud whispered, stepping up out of the sand after Sephiroth. He stared out at the ocean, watching the light flicker off the waves and feeling happiness well inside him. "It’s so beautiful…"
“It suits you.” Sephiroth murmured, giving Cloud a squeeze before stepping away from him, crouching behind a small bar, itself made of wood, to start mixing drinks. “You have always reminded me of the beach. So vibrant and comforting.”
Cloud spluttered, fumbling with the ring on his finger. “Don’t be so sappy! I don’t know what to say when you pull the romantic act out of thin air!”
“It’s not an act,” Sephiroth said with a laugh, straightening to place two slender glasses on the bar, starting to fill them with a mix of ice and a series of colorful and probably highly alcoholic ingredients. “I only tell you what I think and feel.”
“What do you feel now, then?” Cloud asked, looking out at the glittering ocean.
“Lucky.” Sephiroth whispered, pausing in his motions over the drinks to lift his powerful eyes to Cloud. “Very lucky.”
Cloud smiled at him, lifting his hand to look at the sparkling gem Sephiroth had gifted him as it caught the light of the setting sun.
“Yeah.” He said. “Me too.”
Cloud settled slowly on the beach sofa, sighing as he leaned back on it. He closed his eyes lightly, enjoying the heat of the sun, and the soft breeze ghosting over the sands. Sephiroth joined him not long after, carefully placing a glass filled with a cheerful yellow-green margarita. Cloud took a long sip, leaning against Sephiroth as he watched the sun setting over the waves.
“The deck really is surprisingly sand-free.” He commented after a long moment.
“The wind hasn’t been bad,” Sephiroth agreed gently. “It’s nice.”
“Yeah,” Cloud murmured. “You know… Aside from the sand, I’ve always kind of wanted to be intimate on the beach. And since the sand isn’t bad here…”