Soft lips nibbled tenderly on an earlobe before grazing down the side of his neck to latch on to the point of joining between neck and shoulder.
'Precious little puppet' a soft, melodious voice whispered into his very soul, 'don't run, you can't run. Stay and dance with me in our web of strings'.
Letting out a feeble gasp, Cloud pulled back, all he could see was green, he was drowning in it, lusting for it, and he was completely unable to escape from it. Eyes closed, Cloud swayed where he stood, leaning closer and closer and closer to the creature his being longed to be with.
Soft, mocking chuckles made him freeze, baby blue eyes snapping open in hurt and confusion as his need pulled away, hurt turned to understanding a strong and yet perfectly lean limb rose from the others side, offering his hand, offering his salvation.
'Come my puppet', he whispered quietly, 'it's time to leave our little toys to play on their own.'
Bringing his own hand from where it rested heavily at his side, Cloud paused and glanced behind him.
Fire flickered, red and ominous against the faces of his sleeping friends,
'Not friends puppet, merely toys', the voice corrected, clearly underlined with amusement,
'You need to untangle your strings from them my precious and return to your rightful master.' Turning from where he had been gazing, he once again looked into the emerald pools, losing himself slightly, but also finding a moment of clarity.
"Sephiroth…" He whispered, turning to stare at his friends faces once more he waited a few moments to make sure of his decision.
Locking eyes with the angel of his nightmares, Cloud once again lifted his hand, this time placing it in the others grasp.
"Make me dance"
Leaning in to catch the lips of his prized possession, Sephiroth's eyes gleamed, biting harshly on the others lips to make him gasp, he smirked and unfurled his wing.
'Of course'
Blood red eyes slowly blinked at the spot that Cloud Strife and his lover's son had just been standing, watching as nothing more than a single black feather fluttered softly to the ground.
Letting a soft sigh escape his lips he merely shifted into a more comfortable position against his tree.
"Chief's not going to like this…" He muttered softly before drifting back into his restless sleep.
This is a short drabble I wrote that I'm seriously considering turning into a proper story.
If you find any mistakes withing the story please point them out to me in a review.
This complies with the original FFVII game.