Author's Note: OMG, what the fudge is wrong with me? I can't believe I'm writing another story on top of my other one, 'Invictus'. :B But I guess this story couldn't leave me. I've wanted to write a FF7 story, post-Advent Children/Dirge of Cerebrus. I also wanted to tackle the challenge of writing Sephiroth/Cloud together in the future without having to resort to time-travel or a temporary-Sephiroth-vision to make it happen. The story here takes place after all the events we know have happened in the FF7. If the prologue is anything to go by, except lots of 'action' and character-driven stuff here. I'm keeping the premise of this story short and simple. :)

JADE

PROLOGUE

Through an opened window, the eye of the moon peered brightly into a candle-lit chamber. Among the soft sounds of moans and wet suckles, a thick haze of incense and opium had settled across the large crimson room. Ivory-colored, transparent curtains that draped over a large king-sized bed lazily stirred back and forth against a cool nightly breeze. Through the veils was the silhouette of a long-haired man in his early twenties who sat at the edge of the bed. His silk robe hung loosely over his ghostly-white body and exposed much of his naked and flawless flesh. Brilliant locks of silver hair fell over the young man's face as he looked down. Hissing quietly through gritted teeth, he gripped a handful of wild platinum-blond hair below with slender fingers. Tiny, delicious sensations shot up the spine when the male that was on his knees and nestled between his legs bobbed his head continuously up and down. The oral administrations were kept at an even, uninterrupted pace. Each time the blonde raised his head he tightly swallowed the tip of the shaft. The wet smack-like sounds he produced with his hot, eager mouth prompted the other man to pull on his hair even tighter. While the incense-burners and opium smoke continued to emit favorable scents into the air, it was the musk of his lover's sweat that pleased the silver-haired male more and more. A deep throaty groan escaped his lips when the blonde clutched onto the rigid and sensitive flesh with both expert hands. His lover's sky-blue eyes, meanwhile, intensely stared up and never left his face.

Cloud. Beautiful and lovely, Cloud…

This was the Pleasure District, one of the few if not controversial locations in the city that received a large economic boom after the Meteor crisis. Many came to escape the hardships of the post-apocalyptic world. Here, any man worth his salt could reach heaven… for the right price. The mansion of the Madam was filled with affordable persons in all shapes, sizes, and races. The service fee on the young man with silver hair and jade-colored eyes, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. Heavily guarded by guns-for-hire outside his chamber's door, the young man was kept secluded in the top floor of the five-storied mansion. A rare commodity, only serious buyers were allowed to see and maybe touch the exotic creature that once struck fear and desire in the hearts of many. The ill-actions and sins committed many years ago by his former self, as well as the lives he'd taken thus far, had not been forgotten or forgiven. There was no redemption for the crimes he committed. Even so, that did not stop the Madam from taking full advantage of the delicate situation and offering him shelter and anonymity in exchange for his body. She kept him in her brothel and put him under her protection. And prison.

For a moment, the silver-haired young man pretended he and his lover were far away from this dreadful place, living in their own private quarters with the intent to spend the rest of their lives together. He was glad the Madam was always too busy conducting her own private affairs to notice Cloud infiltrate their heavily guarded establishment every night. The guards, themselves, were too slow to keep up with his agile and soundless lover. Even if they did discover Cloud in their compound, they would likely endure an insufferable and shameful defeat at the hands of the skilled, dark-cloaked warrior. He was, after all, a former soldier of war that had been granted with the powers of the Lifestream itself. He had also served as the instrument to his Death.

For the silver-haired man, he found Cloud to be as troubled and lost as he was. It was no surprise, then, that he immediately desired him when he came to the orphanage many years ago. It was because of Cloud he was here, willing to exploit his body just to be near him. He had traveled many miles and endured many challenges just to be with him again. At any given time he could escape the brothel without a care in the world. But Cloud was here. He refused to leave him. Unfortunately, the man he lusted for all these years had hardly a penny on him and, according to the silver band on his right hand, Cloud was engaged. Still, that did not stop him from embracing him so passionately now. They were together and that was all that mattered.

The silver-haired man briefly shuddered when he felt his lower muscles abruptly tightened. Both of his legs quivered and he had trouble breathing properly. He arched his head back and flung silver hair out of his face. As he observed the dark marble ceiling above, the color in his eyes softly glowed green. Cloud must've known he was near his climax because his mouth and hands quickened in pace now. Several times, he drove the lengthy organ down the deep depths of his throat and gasped for air shortly after. Meanwhile, one of Cloud's hands roamed upward and followed the curvatures of his warm and hairless chest.

"I want to taste you now…" murmured the blue-eyed man below and gently trailed the entire length of his stiffened member with kisses.

The silver-haired man closed his eyes once the heat within his loins intensified. Quietly, he said, "My name… say it."

Cloud looked up at him, a bit confused.

He needed to hear it; he needed to hear Cloud say his name. It had to come from his lover's lips. Many times, a bitter voice inside his head had insisted he was nothing more than a fragment; an unwanted piece. He had called him a whore and stubbornly rejected to the union with Cloud. Tiny scraps of insignificant emotions and trivial memories have no name, the deep voice once barked at him. Several times, he wondered if there was some truth to his words. But the woman in the pink dress… she suggested otherwise. She told him he was the true core, the light that shined beneath all the hate and fear. He was the real…

"My name…" the silver-haired man pressed again and shut his eyes as his entire body started to convulse.

Cloud swallowed the explosion of milky-white seed with his mouth. He gradually suckled again and again until there was nothing left. Afterward, in a low and soft voice he finally replied, "Sephiroth…"