Kamen

Chapter Six:

AN: Well here it is at the beginning chapter six, Goddess knows when it will end. I now have all the time in the world on my hands more or less. So let's see how much I can get done, eh? I'm hoping a bunch. I LOVE ALL OF YOU YOU'RE AMAZING!! And you're all still so shy...that's what I've decided it is. Everyone adds me to alerts and favourites but never reviews me...well, I should say I get the reviews from like...the same couple of brilliant people who have been from the beginning and a few stragglers every now and again. You know, fanfiction was made so authors can create porn (more or less) that you can enjoy and criticise. How do I even know you're out there or enjoy it or like it if you don't let me know you exist? I answer you back. I always do. Please. For me?

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On with the smut.

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Cloud's head felt heavy as he rose. He did so slowly as if there were a great weight on him. He remembered the last time he had risen from a sleep like this, uneasy and racked with demonish nightmares, there had been an angel there to help him up. This time he saw Aerith instead combing out her hair at the bureau. He watched her for a moment, confused and reassembling all of his memories from yesterday. As all his rambunctious encounters with the General came back his head began to throb. He held it and a small groan escaped him.

Aerith startled slightly then turned to face him. "Oh Cloud-kun you're up! Great! The nice people who own this place are making us some breakfast the the General says we have to get going. On the move I suppose. Although I'm still unsure of where we're going and Zack still won't really tell me." Her brow worried itself but she shook it away and placed the brush down then stood and went to the bed. "They drew the bath just awhile ago it's still warm you'll want to jump in now. There's this delicious soap Cloud-kun! You'll love it, it smells heavenly!"

He smiled up at Aerith and nodded, sliding out of the bed and stumbling over to the bathing tub. He slipped from his clothes with little modesty in front of her. She picked them up off of the floor and told him she would take them to be cleaned quickly. Cloud submersed himself under the water letting the steam and warmth cloak him. It was a rival to the fire between him and the General. But only because it had been so long since a nice, hot bath.

There was a knock, which he heard as though muffled, and he rose from the depths. Water dripped into his eyes and they stung so he rubbed his fingers into them hoping to clear them. "Come in!" he called, assuming it was Aerith attempting to protect his modesty (as if he cared in front of her), but assumed wrong as the General entered, sweeping like a great, mass of shadow and stopping quite abruptly. Cloud blinked the stinging water from his eyes and pushed his hair back from his face.

The General stood for a bit just staring at him, as if expecting him to sprout wings and fly away and Cloud felt a blush creeping across his skin. The fire was back and it was ferocious. And damned if he wasn't betraying himself and getting caught in it. And there was some small voice in his head screaming his lost sense that he was naked and wet in a quickly chilling tub. Shivers crept up from the temperature of the water as the General stood there as though struck by Medusa's gaze, and their eyes remained locked together.

Every bit or so the older man's eyes would waver and travel down his naked body, at least what he could see of it, and then travel slowly back up. As if he were looking at some piece of art he were trying to decode. Some piece of art that made him rapt and tense. Cloud could no longer handle the quivering, rampant emotions bucking wildly in his stomach so he gambled on the lust and feeling of self-awareness as he ran a hand through his hair and felt each water droplet as it slid down his body. It felt wonderful somehow. And the General seemed to drink it up.

He moved forwards in the tub, taking three small steps towards the General before he turned, presenting one slim shoulder, turned his head into his shoulder and wrapped his arms around himself. He felt so powerful at the hiss of breath from the other man. How he knew how to move himself, he had no idea. It was as if he had always known the buttons to push in this man to arouse him as such. It was as if he had been built the way he had to seduce this man. And only him. This thought was so powerful he developed small goosebumps to accompany his shiver all down his back.

His arms slid down his shoulders and body slowly, as if he were merely feeling himself, treasuring the feel of his skin on his hands, which somehow, in a small way, he was. When his hands slid to his small waist he rested his hands on his hips and turned back to face the man. He almost let out a small cry as he spied his face. His eyes were twin balls of fire, but the emotions that rose and fell in them like a roiling sea were heavily mixed and heavily complicated.

He was a brilliant mixture between rage, which terrified Cloud in a way he had never been frightened before, and that same emotion he had presented to him on few occasions. The emotion that drove Cloud to act like a common harlot. And something else. It looked like restraint. Restraint and regret. Cloud felt a pain in his heart that was comparable to a physical punch. His pride suffered this hit as well and he suddenly felt like an idiot.

On further look at the General's face he looked tight. Drawn as tight as a bow-string to snap. But why? Was it out of anger and embarrassment, or a restriction of his emotions? Cloud hid his hurt from his face, his kabuki mask working perfectly, per usual, and faced him, sliding carefully back into the tub. Once his body was below the water the General seemed to return to his senses. Although the fire in his eyes (anger or lust?) burned stronger then ever.

His face became cold though, the face he shed blood in, Cloud supposed, which was only more of a jab to his pride and his heart, regrettably.

"Did you have something to say General?"

Cloud's voice broke the tension and the air like a rock through a stained glass window. The General's thin silver eyebrow rose slightly and he spoke, voice as cold as his face.

"We will be departing in less then twenty minutes. I suggest you hurry with your useless grooming."

Poison, and Cloud hid his sting.

"Yes, well General, to a dancer, the world is a stage. And there is always an audience."

Cloud met his eyes and made his look as pointed as possible. The General looked taken aback, then frustrated, then he schooled himself back to his passiveness and cleared his throat.

"I had no idea you entertained to easily."

Cloud held back a gasp. His chest actually stung from that.

"My heart, not my body, comes with a hefty price. Nothing a lowly General could hope to afford."

He practically breathed ice into the space between them and the General turned on his heel after the slightest moment where Cloud could see a small cringe slip into his eyes. The fire was gone. After he left Cloud let the few tears that had built up fall. "He is such a cruel bastard!" he cried, venting his frustration and hurt by splashing the now cold bathwater. And yet it felt warm compared to the sub-zero comments from the General.

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'Kami-samaKami-samaKami-samaKami-sama, damn that boy!!' The General raged as he stalked down the hallway and out into the street of the small village. The busy street parted like a nervous sea before him. He practically radiated anger form his every pore and the Masamune at his side was enough of a warning to others, without his anger, which was terrifying and rare enough as is.

'How does he get me so worked up?!' Sephiroth raged. He was outside of the small village quickly and once in the fields surrounding it he took out Masamune and quickly...trimmed the neighbouring trees. His anger was barely sated after he had annihilated anything he had been able to attack, he sat on his haunches and thought seriously, slightly more rational.

He had walked into that room thinking the girl would be in there, perhaps the boy as well. He wouldn't lie he had volunteered to announce to them if only to get a glimpse of the boy. He regretted this sorely now. Opening the door he had strode in, feeling no need really to receive permission. He was General Sephiroth after all. But instead of seeing the homely girl and the reason he had walked into the room he was rewarded with a bathtub. And the boy. In the bathtub. His thought processes had stopped there.

Just with the hair falling into his face, the wet, gleaming skin recently washed had been enough to send him into a lust spiral. And, seizing the opportunity as he always did somehow, the boy had stood. Stood before him in all naked glory, the V of his groin disappearing into the water, small hips swaying ever-so-slightly as he approached closer to the General and swiped his hands seductively through his hair.

Turning around to present a sweet, smooth back down to the tops of his buttocks, barely visible. The General held in a moan. He was glorious. He was perfect; curved in every minute, perfect way, shaped so eloquently, skin so soft and beautiful...He was unsure of how he stayed standing where he was, but he managed to, mainly through all of his military training. It was the hardest physical challenge of his life. Yet he mastered it, and stayed where he was, simply drinking the boy in like a dehydrated man in the desert. He had never seen such perfection and he wanted it. Oh, Kami-sama did he want it. So bad.

But he stayed as he was and ached as he watched the boy slide his hands down his skin as if there were nothing smoother in the world then his own skin. Sephiroth wanted to rest his hands on those carved hips. He wanted to grab the boy by those hips and shove into him so completely he made him scream. Oh Kami-sama, the thoughts in his head were criminal at best.

Then the boy looked at him. And the seductive slant of his eyes disappeared and the blissful look in his eyes disappeared. Sephiroth felt slightly confused as to this, but he shrunk back and proceeded to assault the General. So he assaulted back. And his heart shrunk from it.

He truly had no desire to harm this boy in any way, which was truly curious, as he felt he would do anything to anyone if it got him what he desired. With Zack being a possible exclusion to this principle. But he wished to protect him from any harm that could ever befall him. He was shocked though when the boy met his jabs, and his final comment was what had Sephiroth spiraling now. How could he go from slight anticipation to raging lust, to rage in the period of an hour, all because of that blasted boy?! It was driving the General mad.

"Seph? What are you doing out here?" Zack had discovered him. As the lieutenant jogged up to him he slowed when he saw the obvious circle of destruction surrounding the General. "Seph what's up everything good?" Not feeling the need to explain himself to Zack as he had already felt enough emotions to last him a lifetime, he stood swiftly and became curt. "Are the others ready? We're leaving now." Zack's eyebrows furrowed, but he knew enough not to ask when the General addressed him as a General. "Yes." He nodded. "We're ready when you are." "Good. I'm ready now. Let's continue on. I want to be to the capital by dusk tomorrow if we can make it."

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Zack eyed the back of the General's head for what must've been the ten millionth time that day. He then looked over his shoulder back at Cloud who appeared to look almost the same as the General. Aerith was talking to him, but he seemed to loose his gaze at the back of the silver man's head, and looking almost somewhere between hurt and venomous at him. Zack frowned.

What had Seph done to the poor boy? Then again, he reconsidered, knowing the boy he could have done something to Sephiroth as well. He refrained from watching either of them as he retreated inside of his plotting mind to plan. After just a while he had cooked up a plan. He looked up to the moon noticing it was rising rather quickly and was pregnant on the horizon. He grinned like a cheshire cat. This would work brilliantly he deducted.

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AN2: Oh my!! What is Zack's little plan? Hmm...I wonder...oh well :)

Hello everyone it took me forever to finish this. Ugh. And it's short too…

But, here it is. Guess what? I'm a high school graduate! Yeah! I hated it. Worst years of my life. I officially hate everyone at my school too, but I NEVER HAVE TO SEE THEM AGAIN!! Yes. Okay. Nuff of that.

So, for some reason the Shiny Toy Guns helped me write this, so look them up please, they rock. Hardcore. Oh, and I was thinking...I wonder how many guys read fanfiction. Yaoi fanfiction. So if you're a guy, let me know in your review. I always wonder...cos when I answer reviews I'm kinda byast and call everyone lovely, or honey, or some such name but if you're a guy, I wouldn't want to treat you like a chick. You know? Okay. Well this is long and unnecessary, but REVIEW ME PLEASE. And I love you all. Really, a lot. Thank you for reading :)

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