Own nothing.
… crack, the final frontier…
Feed Me Tender
It was just like any other day.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing. Everything was beautiful and right with the world, everything was absolutely perfect. Or, it would've been, if not for one thing.
Sephiroth hated the sun.
He hid underneath his blankets in his room, the open curtains letting light stream over him, piercing the thin sheets and shining straight into his eyes. He wasn't going to move. He refused to move. He'd let the day come to him – nothing, absolutely nothing, could make him leave his bed. Not even when the door open did he emerge from his cocoon, not even when he heard the voice of his favourite blond float through the warm room.
"… Curtains?"
The silver haired man nodded, unseen, but Cloud knew what he wanted. He heard the footsteps cross to the window and closed the material harshly. A few moments later he heard the door shut quietly with a click and the clatter of silverware being put on a plate. Really, he made the best choices in his butlers…
Not the mention he was –utterly molestable-.
He heard footsteps approach the bed and hesitantly lifted his head from under the sheets, his hair strewn across his eyes. Unlike Cloud, who was impeccable in his best suit, Sephiroth wasn't even wearing any clothes. He never bothered. Being a millionaire had it's perks, and one of them was never having to get dressed. If need be, he'd get Cloud to be his clothing. Mm.. Cloud.
The blond was currently hesitating over his bed with a tray of food in his hand. Already the smells of bacon and eggs were wafting down to Sephiroth, and his stomach growled in anticipation. Mm... Cloud.
"You know what to do," the elder murmured softly.
He sat up straight in bed and let the sheets fall to his waist, eying the blond as he set the tray down on his lap, and picked up a fork. Cloud then speared the closest bit of bacon, and without preamble… popped it into his own mouth.
Sephiroth chirped.
Cloud flapped his arms and strutted, tilting his head as he chewed the food, wiggling his ass. The silver haired man chirped again suggestively and flapped his own arms, a hopeful expression on his face. The blond then leaned down and waited for his boss to open his mouth wide, before regurgitating the food into his open mouth.
Sephiroth swallowed and immediately chirped for more, jumping a little excitedly, attempting to reach Cloud's mouth by himself. Cloud clicked his tongue and chirped in admonishment, releasing the next load of food into his open mouth. The breakfast continued this way until just the eggs were left.
Cloud's eggs.
"CHEEP CHEEP!" Sephiroth chirruped, leaning forward, trying to reach the eggs. But all he got was a swift headbutt in the jugular. He recoiled and forgot himself for a moment, whining and jerking back on the bed. Cloud glared at him and took a hardboiled egg in his mouth, tilting his head up and swallowing the thing whole. He repeated this many times for the juice, sip by sip until it was all finished.
Sephiroth, meanwhile, pecked at the plate, sadly eying the crumbs his nimble beak could not gather. Cloud cooed and put a wing over his shoulder, sitting on the bed beside him. They stayed that way for the rest of the day until Sephiroth finally cried himself to sleep.