Sephiroth was sitting at the edge of a battlefield, a few spots of blood shining on his black leather coat. Some of the crimson fluid stained his long silver hair but he thought nothing of it.
"Master?" Slowly the former General looked up to see the humanised form of his Masamune standing before him. "You look weary."
"You and I have been through a long battle, my faithful weapon." Sephiroth stood up slowly, placing a hand on Masamune's shoulder. "I realise I may not have treated you and taken care of you as well as I should have."
"Don't apologise," the weapon mumbled, "I live to serve." Sephiroth shook his head, then slowly pulled Masamune closer. A little squeak left the humanoid weapon's lips but he didn't resist or pull away from his Master.
"I should treat you more than a tool who does my dirty work." Without any further hesitation, the former General crushed his lips against Masa's. The weapon squeaked in his throat but returned the kiss, reaching up to tangle his hands in his Master's long tresses of silver hair. His lips parted slowly.
Sephiroth wasted no time, thrusting his tongue into Masamune's mouth, tasting the sweet taste of steel and blood. His eyes slipped closed as he dominated the humanoid weapon's mouth, savouring the taste.
After a while, the two parted for air, Sephiroth gazing into the eyes of his humanoid weapon. "There's something that I must tell you, Masamune."
Masa blinked slowly and tilted his head.
"I… I love you."