A/N: Another thing I've been working on. Is this just a crackish AU where everyone lives happily ever after? Pretty much. Yeah

"What do you think he's doing to him?"

"I dunno. It sounds pretty awful. He's been screamin' for a long time."

"How'd he even capture him? He fights to the death."

"Do you think I fuckin' know? I was on the other side of the battle field. I saw Sephiroth drag that boy into his tent same as everyone else."

"I'd almost feel sorry for him, y'know if he wasn't the enemy's best fighter and totally psychotic."

"Ten gil they say the same thing about our guy. Tonik said they've been callin' him a demon, Commander Sephiroth that is."

"Tonik's a shitty translator and you know it. He's been saying the guy's been screamin' 'more; and 'yes' and listing off various gods for the past two hours."

"He's better 'n' you. I don't want to know what's going on in there. I just hope it does something to end this stupid stalemate."

"I hear that."


Sephiroth held his companion as he worked off his last tremors.

"Holy Shit," he breathed.

"Mmm," the blonde he knew only as the Wolf of Dachenbau hummed in agreement to the sentiment.

They'd spent the last two hours effectively ending the conflict between ShinRa and the rebelling factions, and having the best sex of their lives.

Just a few hours ago, they would have killed each other on sight. Actually, that's what they had been trying to do. The Wolf's party was on the retreat, which meant that he would be coming out to take back the ground they had lost. Sephiroth stood firm on the ground he had fought to take. They had to fight each other or admit defeat. All it took to change that was a touch.

The first contact hit Sephiroth like brick to the head. He stood there in shock for a few long moments watching his opponent go through the same process.

They weren't enemies; they were made for each other. The best warriors of opposing armies were soul-mates. What were the odds of that? The planet deemed them fit for each other and there wasn't a force to change that.

It had taken five minutes for Sephiroth to summon enough strength to let go of his blonde's hand let alone stop looking at him. How the hell was he supposed to live without him?

"Holy fuck," Sephiroth said, wrapping his arms around his companion. The blonde pressed kisses along his jawline, making no reply.

"People are going to be very upset when they realize what happened," Sephiroth continued to murmur, "Not that I'd consider living without you. It sounds awful right now. But we were at war before this…and I'm pretty sure people will still want to fight when we go out. This is going to be a terrible mess and…you…you don't understand me…do—"

"Shhh…" the blonde hushed him, pressing a gentle finger against his mouth. Oh, gods yes, Sephiroth thought as his lips were pressed in another kiss. It was just as good as all the other kisses. He'd never get tired of this. The blonde sat up, straddling Sephiroth's waist and pulling on him to sit up. Sephiroth followed.

The blonde began a lengthy speech in a language Sephiroth knew maybe three words of. He made a lot of gestures between them, but they cleared nothing up. Sephiroth listened to it, to his lover's wonderful voice, before making his reply.

"I didn't understand a word you said," Sephiroth said. Apparently, confusion translated because the blonde seemed to understand their language barrier had halted any communication that wasn't physical.

Baby steps then. If the silver haired man couldn't understand his talk about how he only knew him as the Demon of Wutai and he knew that couldn't possibly be his real name, then they'd have to do this with the easy version.

The blonde put a hand over his chest.

"Kirruðr," He said firmly. He touched Sephiroth and waited. Sephiroth shook his head.

"Kirruðr," he said again, a little more slowly. Then held his hand out to Sephiroth. Something clicked this time.

Introductions. True they had made love twice before this moment, but better late than never. This time Sephiroth held his hand over his heart.

"Sephiroth," he said.

"Set off?" the blonde said, "Set off?"

"No," Sephiroth said, "Sephiroth."

"Sef off," the blonde said more firmly.

"No," Sephiroth said, "Seph-er-roth."

"Sef," the blonde started.

"Sef," Sephrioth repeated with a nod.

"Er."

"Er."

"Roth. Sephiroth," the blonde looked up, Sephiroth nodded and got a smile in return.

"Sephiroth," the blonde said again, liking the way it felt leaving his mouth, "Sephiroth!"

"Yes," Sephiroth said.

"Sephiroth! Sephiroth!" the blonde cried, giving out kisses between each exclamation. Sephiroth laughed at it, liking how his name sounded in that voice. He cleared his own throat.

"Kir if," Sephiroth tried. That earned a loud snort, but a large smile.

"Kirruðr," he said again.

"Kir ruv," Sephiroth attempted. The blonde shook his head. No matter how slowly Kirruðr said it, Sephiroth just couldn't repeat it the same way.

"Kir oud," Sephiroth said, "Cloud." The blonde paused.

"Cloud?" he repeated, not as a joke.

"Cloud?" Sephiroth repeated. Kirruðr thought for a long time.

"Cloud," he mused, "Cloud, Cloud, Cloud." He picked up Sephiroth's hand and put it on his chest.

"You Cloud," he said. Sephiroth felt the meaning in the air. I am your Cloud.

"I'm going to say your name properly," Sephiroth said, "One of these days. But…if you can stand Cloud—"

"Cloud," the blonde nodded firmly.

"My Cloud," Sephiroth purred lowly. Cloud grinned and shivered at the sound.

"My Sephiroth," Cloud responded. He whispered phrases that Sephiroth assumed were sweet nothings in Sephiroth's ear. He started just repeating Sephiroth's name over and over. Sephiroth started to turn them over as Cloud's hips began grinding against him.

"You're going to be sore tomorrow," Sephiroth noted.

"Sephiroth," Cloud hissed.

"Oh Cloud," Sephiroth replied.

A/N: Google Translate has been reading Cloud's name as Icelandic, so I'm just going with that. If I ever mistranslate something, please tell me. I'd rather be accurate than go along thinking I'm right.