((WARNING!: This is
a yaoi LEMON fanfiction. That means
fairly graphic descriptions of male/male sex.
If this offends you- DON'T READ IT!
I will ignore all flames that result from you not turning away now.))
By Deathswings
Sephiroth was in a particularly bad mood. Those who didn't know him often thought that
the stoic, silver haired teenager was *always* in a bad mood, but that wasn't
the case. He was merely quiet,
reserved. But today, he really *was* in
a bad mood. In fact, he'd very much
like to strangle someone. He'd been
sent to Wutai- an annoying little backcountry province, in his opinion- to find
a supposed traitor, who was plotting against Shinra. He knew that wasn't the case.
Shinra has merely fought a war with the people of Wutai some time ago,
and openly disliked them now, though they'd won the war. This "traitor" was just a
mysterious Internet ghost- someone who hacked into places just for the thrill
of breaking in. Ghosts were exactly
like the real thing; they never touched anything, merely observing and going
places because they could. Sephiroth
actually admired them.
Their target this time was one of the best. They'd spent almost four years just finding
out that he lived in Wutai! Now,
Sephiroth and a team of investigators were being sent to find out the face
behind the handle "Rayvansfire".
He expected to come home empty handed.
What he didn't expect was for the traitor to land right in his lap...
literally.
Sephiroth was walking down an alley, exploring the city,
when he heard a commotion up above him.
"Come back here, boy!"
"Whatever happened to Wutaiian loyalty? I thought we all stuck together until the
end!"
"Shut up, boy!
If they find you here, we're all doomed! How could you visit disaster upon us like this?" Sephiroth's ears perked up. Was the traitor on the roof above him? This was far too easy! He looked around for a way to climb up, when
a large object fell from the roof.
Sephiroth moved automatically, catching the object in his arms, only to
find that it was not an object at all, but a young man about Sephiroth's
age. He was exotically beautiful, with
long, straight black hair, a very thin figure- though he had the beginnings of
wide shoulders- almond shaped and colored eyes, and a tiny black dot on his
head, right where a "third eye" would be. He gazed up at Sephiroth for a long moment, obviously shocked to
have survived the fall. Then he blinked
a couple of times, and his eyes widened.
He yelped and struggled out of Sephiroth's arms,
"Shit... Out of the frying pan, and into the
fire!" and then he was gone.
Sephiroth stared after him, bemused.
That was a traitor? He didn't
think so. In fact, the boy looked quite
harmless. But looks could be
deceiving... Still, he knew who "Rayvansfire" was now. The only question was- what did he intend to
do with the information?
Sephiroth gathered the people in the village up later that
evening for an announcement,
"To apologize for Shinra's presence here, there will be
a ball tonight in the hotel at Shinra's expense. However, I'm afraid that I must ask that you all attend, as I
will be gathering information on the whereabouts of this traitor that we seek. If you are not the traitor, however, have no
fear. The guards that are with me have
been ordered not to harass or bully the citizens. Does everyone understand?"
"Sir, I think I can save you a lot of trouble. I know who the traitor is. It's Tseng!" There was a murmur in the crowd and the people around Tseng moved
away from him. Sephiroth saw it was,
indeed, the boy from earlier. Sephiroth
moved over to him and seized the boy's chin in his hands. Though they were roughly the same age,
Sephiroth's height and position made him seem very imposing. They locked eyes. They both knew that Tseng was the traitor, and Tseng knew
that. But there was no fear in his
eyes.
"Are you the one we seek? Are you the traitor?"
"I am not a traitor," Tseng said, eyes still
locked with Sephiroth's "He is trying to dishonor my family. I will not allow that." Sephiroth held his gaze a moment longer,
then released him,
"Very well then.
If you say you are not the traitor, then you are not the traitor. Bring the other man in for questioning. Those who point the finger are often the
ones with something to hide. Everyone
else will attend the ball. Including
you, Tseng. Just because I've cleared
you doesn't mean you're exempt- understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Sephiroth turned away, hiding a smirk. He had a plan. And if it worked, Tseng might be seeing a lot more of the Shinra
Company.
Several hours later, Sephiroth adjusted his tie with a total
lack of self-consciousness. He looked
damn good in a black suit, and he knew it, and he relished the opportunity to
wear something other than his battle clothes.
All the ball had become to him was an excuse to dress up and a vehicle
to allow him to talk to Tseng.
He arrived at the ball with a total lack of fanfare, which
is exactly what he wanted. It allowed
him to sneak quietly up on Tseng and tap him on the shoulder. The look on Tseng's face when he turned
around was well worth it.
"I believe we need to talk, Tseng. Perhaps you would like to take a little walk
into the gardens?" Tseng nodded, his face a cool mask of indifference
towards what he had to see as his quickly approaching death. Sephiroth led him outside, down a disused
garden path, and behind a small shed that he had seen earlier. Out of sight and earshot. Perfect.
Tseng just stood there, pale, but strong,
"Thank you for not dishonoring me in public, though I
don't know why you didn't. Please kill
my quietly and dispose of me somewhere where they won't find me." Sephiroth's eyes widened, impressed. This boy could really face down his death
with such perfect calm? He was indeed
perfect for the job Sephiroth had in mind.
"Do you want to die, Tseng?"
"Sir?"
"I said, do you want to die?"
"Well... no, of course not! Why would anyone want to die?"
"So, if I were to offer you a way out, you'd take
it?"
"Yes. Yes, of
course I'd take it."
"They say that a wise course of action is to keep your
friends close and your enemies closer.
I don't believe you're an enemy, exactly. I've never seen a ghost do any harm, but you are in the eyes of
Shinra. So I have a little proposal for
you."
"A proposal?"
"Join Shinra.
Become a member of our ranks and leave Wutai forever. Or die.
It's your choice."
"I'll come with you, then. But do you mean it? I
could join Shinra? Doing what? Clerical work? Menial labor?"
Sephiroth almost laughed,
"With those computer skills of yours, I was going to
see about the Turks, actually."
"The...TURKS!
You're not serious... You can't be serious!"
"I'm deadly serious.
You showed some serious backbone out there in the square and some admirable
qualities here when faced with death.
And I like you. You're a normal
human being. They need a few of those
in their ranks. I'm not promising
anything, but I'll lean my full weight behind you. Don't you dare disappoint me, Tseng."
"Don't worry, I won't, sir!" Tseng paused a
moment, then added, "Sir? Thank
you. They... they don't paint you as a
very forgiving person, even at Shinra."
" 'They' don't know me very well. Come on, let's go back to the party."
Sephiroth stood at the podium at the end of the night,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have two pieces of excellent
news. I am pleased to inform you that
we have indeed located the traitor, and we will be dealing with him as we see
fit to deal with him. Our other news is
much happier. Tseng will be coming with
us to Midgar where he will hopefully be the newest member of the Turks. His brave spirit in the face of possible
dishonor and death is to be commended, and this is merely our way of rewarding
that. Please congratulate him on your
way out. Continue enjoying yourselves
here as you see fit. I, however,
believe I am retiring for the evening.
Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful night!"
He stepped down and headed towards his room, stopping only
to lean over to Tseng and whisper,
"Tseng, report to my quarters tomorrow morning at
11. We'll leave at noon. If you wish, you may tell your parents why
you are going, and why you might not be back for awhile. I can give you that much."
"Yes, sir.
Thank you very much, sir"
And Sephiroth retreated to his room.
Sephiroth knew he was dreaming the moment he opened his
eyes. He was in his bed, dressed as he
always was, in black, loose, silk pants, but something wasn't right. He wasn't sure what it was, but it
*was*. It wasn't unpleasant; it just let
him know he was dreaming. He rose from
his bed, heading into the next room.
Had he heard a noise there? Ah,
now he knew he was dreaming, for it was Tseng who was sleeping in the bed in
the room next to his, and Tseng was still at home. Tseng... Without knowing
why exactly, he moved to stand over the black haired young man. Deftly, he reached down and flipped the
blankets off of him, revealing that, like Sephiroth, he slept shirtless. Sephiroth reached a hand out and let his
fingers brush against Tseng's chest, drawing a sleepy murmur from his
"victim". Sephiroth couldn't
explain why he was doing this; it seemed so totally insane. Why was he dreaming about being in Tseng's
bedroom? Before he knew what he was
doing, he'd leaned down and placed a long, sweet kiss to Tseng's lips, his
tongue slowly moving to trace the soon-to-be Turk's lower lip. There was no point, no plot, just this
sudden, languid, liquid pressure. As
Tseng swam into the waking world, he began to kiss back, tongue sliding sleepily
against Sephiroth's, his arms coming up around his sudden lover, pulling him
down onto his bed.
And Sephiroth sat up straight in his. What on earth had that been? He'd thought of men that way before on more
than one occasion- that didn't bother him much, but until now he'd never
thought of Tseng like that. Why had
he? Sure, the boy was beautiful, but so
were Rufus Shinra and that new kid in SOLDIER and Zack... Zack... If Sephiroth
would have had any dreams about men, he would have said that he would have had
one about Zack. But he'd had one about
Tseng... Tseng! Was there something
particularly wrong with that, other than the fact that they were both men? No, not really. But it was shocking to Sephiroth that he would have such an
intimate dream about someone that he had known for so short a time. Had he really fallen that much for the new
Turk?
Tseng, meanwhile, was having a dream of his own.
He was at the ball, back out in the garden, with Sephiroth,
and even though he knew it had been deadly quiet when the two of them were out
there, he could hear the band now, playing softly through the trees. Sephiroth was leaning close to him, just as
he had done during the real events, only this time, instead of offering him a
new life, he was bending down to plant sweet kisses from his ear to his mouth,
pulling the dark haired man into a tight embrace, whispering terms of
endearments in his ear. Tseng thought
he might die, just from the sheer intensity of it all... and Sephiroth was so
beautiful. He clutched at the silver
haired man, and Sephiroth swayed lightly against him, urging him to dance, or
at least move slowly back and forth against him, in time to the music. Tseng readily complied, pressing his body
against the taller man, totally awash in sensation.
"Sephiroth..."
And Tseng also found himself clutching at air.
Unlike Sephiroth, he knew exactly why he had dreamed what he
had dreamed. Sephiroth was beautiful,
uncanny, and his personal savior from hell.
He didn't much relish the thought of leaving Wutai, but he'd do almost
anything to become a Turk. But Tseng
was starting to wonder how the other soldiers under Sephiroth managed to
concentrate on anything other than that wonderful man when they were in the
same room as him. Tseng had fallen in
deep lust, and he knew it. But he knew
Sephiroth was straight as a board, so he put such thoughts behind him. He couldn't let himself become distracted
this easily if he was going to be a Turk.
But secretly, he wondered how often he'd get to see Sephiroth
after he became a Turk...
A knock on Sephiroth's door came precisely at 11 sharp.
"Come in, Tseng.
You're right on time."
"I try, sir. I
hope I'm dressed appropriately... I don't really have any nicer clothes other
than what I wore to the ball." Sephiroth
glanced up from the bed he was perched on, taking in the Wutaiian from toe to
forehead. Dark, slightly loose blue
jeans, a white dress shirt and soft brown boots. Delicious.
"You look..." fabulous, sexy, delectable,
"fine, Tseng. After all, you're
still a civilian right now, and we are planning to travel today. I'm hardly out of bed myself, so I don't
think I'm anyone to talk about how you are dressed."
And indeed, Sephiroth looked like he was barely out of bed,
and Tseng found himself struggling to keep him breathing level. He was wearing black silk pants that could
be nothing but pajamas and he had put on a black dress shirt, but he'd only
half buttoned it. He was barefoot, and
his hair looked like it hadn't been properly brushed yet. He looked like some Greek model of
perfection, come down to earth and sitting cross-legged on a bed. Tseng was utterly captivated by him.
"Sir, when do we leave?"
"Are you packed?"
"Yes, sir"
"Then we leave now."
Several minutes later, Sephiroth walked out of the building
and into the van. Tseng was already in
the van, waiting for him.
"Hello, Tseng.
I see that you're rather eager to go."
"More like eager to get the leaving over with so I can
arrive someplace else."
Sephiroth laughed lightly,
"I like that, Tseng.
We're going to go as far as the Gold Saucer before we stop, so I'm going
to brief you about protocol while we travel."
"Yes, sir"
Six hours later, Tseng's head was beginning to spin with all
of the new information. Even so, he
wouldn't have traded this moment for the world. Sephiroth's hair was on fire, alight from the late afternoon sun
pouring in the windows.
"So, do you think you understand any of that? I know it's a lot to digest right away. They'll tell you most of this stuff
again. Don't worry."
"I'm only a little worried. I'm going to try to do well and make you proud. But I'm so afraid that all I'm going to do
is fall on my face."
"Don't," Sephiroth said, his voice a bit softer
than usual, as he placed a finger against the side of Tseng's face, "It
would be a terrible waste." Tseng
practically gaped at him, frozen in his eyes.
Perhaps the moment would have lasted longer, gone further, but the driver
ground to a halt outside the tram to the Gold Saucer.
"You go on in with the others. I'll get the rooms for us."
"Yes... sir."
The next time Tseng saw Sephiroth, the taller man was
absolutely livid with rage,
"I can't believe these people! They promised me four rooms and they only
have two available. You three are all
in the same room. Tseng, as the junior
member, you get the floor in my room.
"Yes, sir"
"I'm going to go check on some Shinra contacts
here. You all go on up to the rooms and
relax for awhile. Here's the key,
Tseng. I'll be up in a little
while. Try not to get lost or
dismembered here..." and he was gone.
Tseng watched him go. Then he
turned away and headed to his room... his and Sephiroth's room. One of the other soldiers' hands fell on his
shoulder,
"Hey, you got to room with Sephiroth?" he laughed
lightly, "Boy, are you in for it.
He's a total cold-hearted ogre.
Watch your step."
"I will, thank you, sir."
"Hey, don't go around calling me sir, I'm hardly higher
up than you are. Now, Jones over there,
him you can call sir. He's about to be
a SOLDIER First Class."
"Really?
Wow..."
"Yeah. It's
going to his head though. Well, here's
our room... just come over here if the almighty cold one gets to be too much to
handle, okay?"
"Okay. And
thank you!"
Several doors down, Tseng unlocked his room and just felt
his jaw hit the floor. Well... when
Sephiroth traveled, he apparently didn't like to rough it. Even the carpet looked good right now. The room was open, with a huge Jacuzzi in
one corner that looked sinfully good.
Mmmm... a nice warm bath... Tseng couldn't resist the siren's lure. After all, Sephiroth would probably take
several hours to interrogate all of his agents here, so Tseng could most likely
bathe in peace. Smiling broadly, Tseng
dropped his bags and headed for the tub.
Oh... this was heaven.
Tseng had never been a bath taker, really, but then again, he'd never
had a bathtub like this before. The
thing was big enough to stand in and still have the water come comfortably up
to his waist. He ducked under, wetting
his hair, then leaned against the side, relaxing into the water, letting it
ease tense muscles. His whole body just
relaxed, so much so that he didn't hear Sephiroth come in until his soft
chuckle fell on his ears. Tseng sat up
quickly, his eyes widening,
"Sir! You're
back much sooner than I thought! I'm
sure you want a bath after all that traveling.
I'll be out in a second." A
positively evil thought occurred to Sephiroth, and he ran with it,
"No, stay right there.
That thing's more than big enough for two."
Tseng resolutely kept his eyes closed as he listened to
Sephiroth undress and ease into the tub directly across from him. He forced himself to think of anything other
than Sephiroth's body, covered in water, that silver hair damp and clinging to
his chest.
"Something strange is going on here, Tseng... all of my
usual contacts are gone. Not a single
one was here. But that's not really my
problem. I'll just report it to Shinra-
they'll probably send the Turks out, actually, to investigate." Tseng made the mistake of opening his eyes
during that last speech and found himself confronted by the same lovely view
that had just been haunting his thoughts.
His mind threatened to short circuit.
~Control yourself, Tseng- now would *not* be a good time to get a
nosebleed...~ Something of his panicked state of mind must have shown on his
face, for Sephiroth's brow furrowed,
"Tseng, is something wrong?"
"No! Uh... no,
sir..."
"You are a terrible liar, Tseng. I expect you to get better in the
Turks. Now, what's wrong?"
"I... I...I... nothing, really... nothing, sir..."
Tseng tried to find something else in the room to look at other than
Sephiroth's damp hair, that really was clinging to his chest in a completely
fascinating manner, or his deep aqua mako shining eyes- and failed
miserably. Slowly, ever so slowly,
Sephiroth smiled.
"Ah... I think I know what's bothering you, Tseng...
Stand up."
Tseng did as he was told, brow furrowing in curiosity. What on Earth did Sephiroth think was the
matter? How hard would it be not to
laugh at Sephiroth's misinterpretation of Tseng's hesitancy? But with Sephiroth's next words, the need to
laugh abruptly vanished,
"Turn around."
Fear rose up within Tseng, but he did as Sephiroth commanded. Did Sephiroth know? Was he going to hurt Tseng? Tseng braced himself for the pain of
Masamune through his back... and then almost leapt out of the tub as Sephiroth
used a completely different kind of attack.
Sephiroth wrapped warm, dripping arms around Tseng's chest, letting one
hand stray low to dip into the water slightly.
He tugged lightly, and a very surprised Tseng fell backwards into the
embrace.
"Am I right? Is
*this* what was bothering you?" he purred into Tseng ear. Tseng's mouth fell open, and breathing
became an uncertain activity.
"Sephiroth... I... I..." you shouldn't admit it...
he's your superior right now... he could just be toying with you... he-
"yes... oh hell yes..."
"Mmmm... then why on Earth didn't you say something sooner?"
he nibbled down the side of Tseng's neck, "You're delicious..." Tseng
moaned softly and let Sephiroth take most of his weight. This was too incredible. He couldn't believe that this was actually
happening to him. And then, it got even
better... "I want you, Tseng. I
want you right now!" his hands slipped further down Tseng's hips,
"I've wanted you like this since you fell into my arms... damn, you're
beautiful. Tseng..." Tseng's voice
was nothing more than a choked moan,
"Sephiroth... take me... please, I want you to..."
"Turn around, Tseng," If this were some kind of a
dream, Tseng would gladly sleep forever.
He turned around, and Sephiroth lowered his lips to his, consuming him
in a fiery, passionate kiss, his hand becoming increasingly intimate on the
raven-haired man's body. All Tseng
could do was surrender to those kisses, lean in to the touches, revel in the
feel of Sephiroth's flesh pressed against his own. Sephiroth stepped backwards, pulling Tseng with him. He sat down on the ledge running the length
of the tub, and urged Tseng onto his lap.
Tseng straddled his legs, the height difference abruptly reversed though
Sephiroth lost none of his imposing nature.
Tseng started to feel a small blush creep over his cheeks,
"You're blushing, Tseng," Sephiroth touched a
cheek, bemused.
"I'm sitting naked in a tub on top of the most gorgeous
man I've ever seen, what else should I be doing... sir? I also happen to have never done this
before, thank you."
"You mean...
oh, Tseng... If you're trying to seduce me further, you've accomplished your
task," he nibbled lightly on Tseng's lower lip, then ran his tongue along
it. Tseng's brain erupted in fire,
"Seph... I'm not sure how this works, but... more... oh
please, Seph, more..."
"This isn't going to feel too pleasant at first,
Tseng... just hang on, okay?" Tseng was going to die, there was just
nothing better in the world than this.
This position left him feeling very open, vulnerable, and Sephiroth's length
was so close, he wasn't sure to what exactly, but it felt mind numbingly good
and yet he was still too far away.
Tseng couldn't think like this, his mind felt oddly disconnected, and he
wanted Sephiroth-now!
"Do it."
"Tseng..." Sephiroth shifted slightly, then moved,
and Tseng's whole world erupted into pain and fire. A small, pained noise escaped his lips- he was in too much pain
to draw a breath to scream- and he fought to hold back the tears that rebelled
and tumbled silently down his cheeks.
This hurt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. How on Earth could people possibly like
this? How was he going to live until
Sephiroth was done? And he wasn't even
moving yet... Tseng rolled his head on Sephiroth's shoulder, trying to think of
anything but the pain. And then
Sephiroth began to move.
Tseng bit back a yelp of pain, wondering dimly how he was
going to survive this, then found the yelp tumbling past his lips as a sudden,
intense pleasure flooded through him. He
flung back his head, water spraying everywhere, and Sephiroth took the
opportunity to nip little kisses down his neck. The atmosphere changed totally.
Tseng moaned and gritted his teeth, forcing Sephiroth deeper inside
him. It still hurt, it hurt like hell,
but he suddenly found that he *liked* it.
He *wanted* it to hurt. It was
so intense, so very good... Suddenly,
beneath him, he felt Sephiroth begin to lose control of himself, and the feel
of him coming inside him was all it took to push Tseng over the edge.
When Tseng next became aware of the world, his head was
lolling on Sephiroth's shoulder, his body totally relaxed, his breathing still
heavy. Coherent thought was elusive,
and Tseng didn't really feel like chasing it down. It was much more pleasant just to lie here, Sephiroth still
inside him, his delicate fingers running up the shorter man's spine. Finally, Sephiroth separated the two of them
and, seeing as how Tseng seemed to be in no mental state to do anything,
swooped him up out of the water, and dried him off gently, but swiftly, feeling
more than a little exhausted himself.
Tseng felt his back against the bed and opened his eyes slightly to gaze
at Sephiroth, who was drying himself off.
"Mmmmnm... thought I was sleeping on the floor."
"If I had known about your feelings sooner, you never
would have been sleeping on the floor," Sephiroth crawled into bed beside
him, pulling the soon-to-be Turk into his arms with surprising tenderness,
"Next time, we do this in bed, or we rest all day first. I'm so tired I can barely move."
Next time... Tseng smiled sleepily. There would be a next time... He snuggled
against Sephiroth's side, and drifted pleasantly into dreams.
* * *
Tseng gazed at the Temple of the Ancients through black
tinted sunglasses. They'd made it here
with the key before those annoying people from AVALANCHE- thanks to Reeve's
brilliant work with the stuffed doll.
Tseng smiled. Their goal was
only moments away... and then, he saw something move in the ruins ahead of
him. The flash of white hair was
unmistakable. Tseng froze for a moment,
then squared his shoulders and walked on.
He had to be strong. Nothing
remained of the person he loved. Cloud
had killed Sephiroth at Nibelhelm. He
had to think that way. He had to believe
that. His face firmly set, he headed
deeper into the ruins. He would go
wherever Shinra commanded, even into the depths of hell.
Sephiroth...
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Whew…
my first lemon fanfic to ever make it to my webpage… I’d REALLY like some
feedback on this one! Please e-mail me
at Lucretia@jenovaproject.com
As
usual, none of these wonderful characters belong to me.