Authors Note: Here is the next installment of my yaoi list challenge. Still dedicated to Rosecleer and Kindra Wood.
PAIRING: SephirothxTseng
WORD: Demode
Rating: PG-15 ½ [ XD ]
DEMODE
He was young, strong, sturdy and exotically erotic. He was the newest Turklet and it was obviously so due to the purple and black marks that covered his taut flesh. The young figure lay upon the rumpled violet bed sheets arms extended above his head just slightly; small steaks of light spilling into the otherwise dark room through the shad drawn window. His body shifted with his heavy breathing, beads of glistening sweat lingering across his bruised pale skin. His head rested at a sideway angle, long straight black hair splayed about his shoulders, dark tear-drop shaped eyes heavy lidded and glassy. His dark pupils were dilated as he gazed up at the large figure above him, his lips parted just slightly as he panted. He flinched, gritting his teeth, eyes snapping closed as a large hand tugged gently at his hardened member. "I see Verdot isn't sparring the rod at all when it comes to the likes of you." The voice was deep, lush and fearfully sensual. The youth's sad eyes opened as the other man leaned close, his lips resting near his ear. All the youth could see was curtains of silk like silver hair. "You better be being on your best behavior."
He gasped gritting his teeth, tears dotting the corners of his eyes as his erect flesh was jerked rather unkindly. …BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…
Sleep clouded brown eyes fluttered open, shifting this way and that way as the room slowly shifted into focus, the ever consistent beeping sound coming from somewhere the figures head. The man slowly rolled over, his eyes narrowing in on the small rectangular black box that rested upon his beside table. Upon the box's face illuminated by red light were the numbers: 6:45 A.M. The man un-tucked his right arm and stretched his delicate fingers forward pressing the off switch to his alarm clock before withdrawing his arm back into the warmth of the covers. I wonder. I wonder why I dreamt of that time. The man wondered tiredly before throwing back the covers and climbing out of bed, set on preparing for the day a head.
The great General Sephiroth entered the board room silently, knowing perfectly well that he was a good fifteen minutes early. He paused and blinked. Standing at the head of the room, gazing out the large window over the city was none other than the demode commander of the Turks, Tseng. The lightest of smirks crossed the general's thin lips as the Turk, ever on guard, turned and met his gaze. Emotionless brown to mirth filled jade. "Good morning Tseng, I assume you slept well."
Authors Note: Unfortunately I think this one is a little under the 'least limit' forgive me!
I really do like this pairing, but I kind of have a hard time writing interaction between the two because both are very professional and I am sure there are some one-sided wounds that have yet to heal. After all I'm sure Tseng is a bit bitter that Sephiroth was the man who destroyed his home.
