A/N: Found this prompt over at Spring Kinkfest on LJ from '07, and thought I'd give it a try even if it's been like 4 years, lolol. Just something fer me to do I guess, while I wait fer my muse to come back.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children' or its characters. Shame, that. XD

Prompt: July 6 - #18. Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Loz: Drugging – "I'm tired of playing fair with you."

Summary: Rude didn't know Loz could be so possessive and jealous. Loz didn't know it either.

Rated: T

Warnings: Kinda serious yet still cracky, body-snatching, Sephiroth, potential OOC everywhere

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Loz clench his hands into fists in an attempt at stopping himself from punching Yazoo in that pretty face of his.

Now normally he wouldn't be thinking such things as intentionally harming either of his beloved brothers, but when one of them was flirting with the one he was courting, then there were going to be some problems. 'MINE…' a familiar voice hissed from inside his mind and he closed his slitted eyes when a sudden headache appeared out of nowhere.

A soft, feminine hand was gently placed onto one of his mighty fists and he was brought out of his reverie when Tifa Lockhart's concerned face appeared in his view. "Loz?" she asked, "Is everything okay?"

He summoned up a weak smile for her. "Yeah, everything's fine."

Tifa didn't look convinced, "You sure?" He nodded, grateful to have someone as kind and strong and beautiful like her as a friend in his life now, after the old AVALANCHE group accepted him and his brothers post the whole 'Reunion' debacle. To celebrate, the whole gang was here at Seventh Heaven for a party, which led to Loz's current dilemma. "Okay then. Here's your lemonade and Rude's beer. Would you mind giving it to him for me? The bar's packed tonight."

"'Kay. Thank you, Tifa," he said, leaning over the bar slightly to give her a peck on the cheek. Pulling away, he grinned and ducked when she swatted at him halfheartedly, a soft blush tinting her cheeks at the bold, playful move, then shook her head and smiled before attending to another customer.

Loz turned and made his way through the crowd, his sleek bulk somehow easily sliding past everyone to his designated seat next Rude, the quiet Turk who quickly became one of his closest companions and the object of his affections. Placing the cold sweating beer in front on Rude, he received a nod and a small smile from his best friend which he returned with a grin before the bald man turned his attention back to Yazoo when the slender man began speaking about something Loz had no interest in.

Sighing deeply from his nose, the big remnant tried to calm the storm of different emotions raging inside him as he took a sip of his lemonade, not wanting to do anything he might feel bad about later. He saw someone chug their beer out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to see Reno sulking three seats down from him at their table next to Yazoo. The redhead looked pretty much the same as how he felt at the moment, annoyed and agitated. Why was his younger brother trying to make a move on the one he wanted anyway? Didn't he tell Loz he was after Reno? So why was he ignoring the lithe Turk now?

As the night wore on and the crowd dwindled down to just their nakama and the Turks, his inner turmoil kept building up and up. With every bat of those long eyelashes and every word spoken in that silky voice his brother had always possessed, he could feel he was reaching the end of his patience. Wincing in pain, he reached up to touch his head when his headache came back with a vengeance, and something deep within finally snapped as he watched Yazoo reach out and touch Rude's bicep, exposed from the short sleeve of his simple black polo he wore for tonight. Loz couldn't remember what happened next.

"Do not touch him," a voice that was not Loz's thundered out, and all the occupants in the bar whipped around to stare in shock as the room shook and the image of Sephiroth flickered into appearance where the big guy had been, glaring death at a wide-eyed Yazoo with those frightening Mako orbs of his not unlike the ones he zeroed in on.

"What in the fuckin' hell?" Cid yelled from across the table, grabbing Venus Gospel as Barrett readied his mechanical arm, Cloud reaching for one of the multiple pieces of his massive sword and Vincent already pointing Cerberus at the former General, but Sephiroth was not interested in battle. His eyes were locked onto the embodiment of his own Allure.

"B-Brother…?" the slender one whimpered.

"Unhand him, NOW!" he roared, the atmosphere and aura around him lashing out threateningly and Yazoo immediately pulled his hand away like he had been burned. Reno jumped to his feet and pulled the trembling remnant behind him, blocking him from view as Kadaj ran from his spot next to Cloud to wrap his arms around his brother. Yazoo hugged him back tightly, their scared eyes not leaving the one they all feared most.

Beside the infamous one-winged angel, Rude visibly shook himself out of his stunned stupor and braced for whatever may come.

He and everyone else, however, were definitely not prepared for when the Planet's hellbringer grabbed him and pulled him into a loving embrace, purring deeply as the one his Strength wanted the most was in their arms at last.

"Finally we have you, Beloved," Sephiroth cooed and playfully nuzzled Rude's bald head with his nose, "Mmm…we are going to have so much fun together…"

"What do you want with him, Sephiroth?" Cloud demanded, "Put the Turk down."

"Never," his nemesis hissed, flaring out his mighty wing in a display of aggression, "He is ours!" Feeling cornered, Sephiroth clutched a shell-shocked Rude to his chest possessively, not letting anyone near him as he backed away from them all.

A warm, calming touch to his hand made him look down into a pair of stylish sunglasses, and he felt himself relax. "…I think we need to talk," Rude's deep voice rumbled out, always the voice of reason, and the General found himself nodding.

"If that is what Beloved wishes," Sephiroth acquiesced with a murmur, wrapping his wing around them and vanishing them away in a flash of feathers the next moment, leaving a dumbfounded crew behind.

A minute or two passed by. "I'll repeat: What in the fuckin' hell?" Cid scratched his blond head in confusion and wrapping an arm around Vincent as the sharpshooter returned to his Captain's side.

"Well. Shit," muttered Barrett, crossing his massive arms across his barrel chest. The others weren't much better off.

"Loz…I'm sorry," Yazoo murmured in his sadness, clinging to Kadaj as the youngest rubbed his back.

"Do you think Loz and Rude will be okay?" Tifa asked anxiously, coming around the bar and looking at Yuffie who looked equally as worried and nervous as she did.

"I'm sure those two will be fine. After all, Sephiroth did call aibou 'Beloved', remember?" Reno chimed in, then smirked at Yazoo and received a coy, hesitant little smile in return.

"Then there's nothing more we can do but wait and hope for the best," Cloud said with finality, and the rest of them nodded, praying everything will be all right come morning.

...

When they reappeared elsewhere, Rude recognized the place as his own apartment and turned to cock an eyebrow at the one-winged angel, "You know where I live?"

"I know all that there is to know about you, Beloved," the tall god-like being purred, caressing the back of Rude's head, neck, and broad shoulders sensuously with long, skillful fingers.

"Is that so?" the big Turk murmured and brought a large hand up to cup the side of the unearthly man's beautiful face.

"Mmm…" Sephiroth leaned into the touch, rubbing his cheek against the dark palm before leading them towards the couch. "Let us be seated. I sense you have many inquiries you wish to ask me."

Rude nodded and once they were comfortable with the fearsome General snuggled up to his side, he began his mini interrogation of sorts, "I guess the first thing I'd like to know is how and why you're here at all. What happened to Loz?"

"Ah, that is simple. I will always be just beneath the surface as long as at least one of my remnants remains alive. When my Strength lost control of himself, I emerged from his conscience to finish what he had started.

You see, my Strength has always wanted you as a mate ever since your battle during our attempted Reunion. He had desired to court you slowly, properly, but I had grown tired of playing fair with you when you had not recognized his gifts and gestures to be what they had intended."

"Those were from him?" Rude asked, remembering the new pair of leather gloves plus the cute chocolate brown teddy bear in a suit and sunglasses he received from a secret admirer in his office space he shared with Reno. The redhead had been teasing him ever since.

"Yes. Do you enjoy them?"

The bald man gave a small smile, "I do."

"Excellent," Sephiroth murmured, "We are most pleased."

"'We'…so Loz is still in there somewhere?"

"Yes. Though my appearance is temporary, he will forever be a part of me, as will his brothers."

"Is that why you seem so…different this time?" It seemed like the one in his presence was a completely different Sephiroth than the one from Cloud's story of their epic battle.

"Hm, I suppose my persona does shift depending on which avatar I commandeer. My Strength also embodies my sensitivity and emotions, as opposed to my Cruelty and Insanity. The presence of Mother is also absent," he tilted his head, "Does this disturb you?"

The Turk shrugged, "No. Actually, I think I like you just like this."

Sephiroth leaned in close, a brilliant smile on his sensual lips, "And what of your Loz?"

Rude slowly reached up to remove his shades and the angel crooned in pleasure when twin maelstroms of gray connected with his acidic Mako green pools, so different yet not from Loz's usual bright verdant eyes, "My Loz will always be a sweet, naïve child trapped within that strong, male, gorgeously fully grown body I've come to know him to be. He has become one of my closest confidantes and friend, the one whose strange innocence I've fallen for."

Sephiroth's smile turned coquettish as he peered up at the dark, handsome Turk from beneath long lashes, "We adore you too, Beloved, with all our heart, and will continue to for eternities to come. Now that our Courtship has come to an end, we must consummate our mating to complete our bond."

Rude blinked. "Consummate?"

He received a sexy little smirk. "But of course. I shall have you on this night until sunrise, but," the angel then closed his eyes briefly and suddenly Loz was there before him, "do you prefer this form instead?"

There was a pause before Rude finally muttered, "Can I have both?"

A deep, rich laugh was his answer before Sephiroth in Loz's body pounced on him.

"As you wish…"

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When morning came, Loz came back into consciousness feeling all warm and toasty. A sleepy smile tugged at his lips and he hummed contently before burrowing closer, the strong arms around him tightening slightly in response.

…Wait, arms?

Green feline eyes flying wide open, Loz gave a startled yelp and flailed as he scrambled backwards from the darkly tan chest he'd previously been snuggled up against, or at least tried to anyway; the arms around his waist did not budge until he calmed down enough to see who held him captive.

"R-Rudy?" he stuttered in disbelief, biting his lip nervously when he noticed the two of them were naked under the sheets, as well as the fact that Rude's intense stormy eyes had not left him for a second since he'd woken up. "Oh no, Rudy, I…I'm sorry. Last night, I don't-"

"Shhh." A single finger came to rest on his lips, quieting his panic and stopping the oncoming tears before the digit was swiftly replaced by Rude's own pair, the older man's tongue gently flicking out and demanding entrance that he willingly gave without a second thought.

"Hnm," he sighed and melted against the other as the Turk softly dominated his mouth, murmuring into the kiss dreamily, "Rudy…"

They broke apart with a soft wet sound and Rude rested their foreheads against each other, "I could easily get addicted to you, Loz. You're intoxicating, like a drug."

Loz blinked dumbly. "Huh?"

A small smile made its way onto his face at his love's obvious confusion, and as he rolled over the silver haired male and proceeded to jog the remnant's memory with a repeat of the night before, he silently wondered if he could get Loz to writhe and moan for him the same way the former General had…

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Several hours later, the two men found themselves walking into Seventh Heaven again after showering and getting dressed, an embarrassed Loz now fully remembering exactly what had happened the previous night. Going in with the intent of apologizing to everyone, the large clone was nearly knocked off his feet when a silver blur tackled him and attached itself to his front in the form of Yazoo. "Loz!"

He looked over at Rude in bewilderment and received a small tilt of the lips and a comforting squeeze on his shoulder before the Turk went to sit at their table next to his red haired partner, who bombarded him with questions along with the girls, wanting details like the rest of their comrades gathered around for their return.

It gave his lover time with his sibling. "I'm so sorry, Loz. I didn't mean for you to lose control like that. I merely wished for Reno to become jealous in the hopes that he would get over his denial of the attraction between us and pursue me. Please forgive me for my thoughtlessness, brother," Yazoo mumbled into his chest, big kitten eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

Loz smiled, happy with the apology and simply replied, "I forgive you, Yazoo." The younger male's anxiety melted into relief and the two embraced, a soft purr coming from them both as Kadaj came up to the two wanting to join in as well, the smallest remnant laughing as he was pulled into their little love-fest.

"Sephiroth didn't hurt you, did he Loz? Has he returned?" Kadaj asked in concern, and the big guy shook his head.

"No, he didn't hurt me, and I don't think he's coming back. Actually, he helped get me Rude, and only that. Now Rude's mine, like how Big Brother is yours, Daj."

"And Reno, mine," Yazoo added with a smile, making the other two grin.

"So you finally got him, too?" he tilted his head in question, and the slender one nodded.

"Despite how things began, in the end it turned out for the best after all." Loz couldn't help but agree, and as he made his way over to his Turk, pressing up close to the wide expanse of Rude's back and wrapping his arms around his middle with his chin resting on his shoulder, the beast inside him purred in satisfaction and curled up for a peaceful slumber now that he was no longer needed.

"Are you all right, Loz?" Cloud asked from his seat across the table while Kadaj made himself comfortable in his lap once more, the rest of their nakama surrounding them in support. The big clone nodded, nuzzling his Turk and rumbling happily when Rude kissed his cheek.

He grinned, "I am now."

Owari.

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A/N: Originally, this was going to be a bit darker, but it kinda wrote itself. XD Please review and tell me what ya think. :3