Tumblr prompt -18: stomach kiss. Sephiroth/Masamune. Long story short, Sephiroth's sword has a human form. Written for densetsutekimasamune.
"Seph, it hurts!"
"Tch, well if you'd stop wiggling so much maybe it wouldn't."
The cloth went into the bowl of water once more, dirt and blood mixing in. Sephiroth lifted it, letting the water drip back into the bowl and then dipped it into the other bowl of clean water. Again he lifted it, wrung it out, and began wiping Masamune's stomach once more.
"Next time you want to fight a giant Behemoth that Hojo has genetically engineered, find someone else to handle you. I never want to deal with that again."
Masa hissed as the cloth dragged over his shallow wound and his bruises. "You don' have to do that so hard, you know. You could just heal me."
"No, not this time; Hojo did something funny. We have to make such this heals the old-fashioned way." Sephiroth dropped the washcloth into the bowl of dirty water and then bent over to examine the cut. "Just a normal bandage will do." He peeled the bandage open and stuck it carefully onto the wound, making sure the sides were pressed down to prevent dirt and water from getting in.
Masamune wiggled again. "Aren't you done yet? I want to get up!"
Rolling his eyes, Sephiroth shook his head. "One more thing…" Bending close to the bandage, Sephiroth kissed Masa's stomach lightly. "A kiss for the pain and fast healing," he said tenderly. "May you heal so we can take on many more creatures together."
"Thank you, Master."
"You are very welcome, Masa. It was no trouble… except for your damned wiggling."
