Aerith had taken the first watch, allowing for Tifa to see to any aches she had from using muscles she hadn't in a while though she knew the other woman was very formidable when she wanted to be. She had had a great martial arts teacher named Zangan, he had done wonders for the girl's self-esteem and spirit when her mother passed when she was but a girl. As Aerith rounded the corner coming from the living room where she had been crumpled on the couch watching late night B movies, she felt that great pull of power again. She felt it permeate Zach's temporary room and she let herself in. Both hands covered her mouth a second too late as small yelp was emitted but the rest of the shocked yet awe scream was swallowed as she looked on at the vision before her.
There, on the middle of the bed, laid a huge black beast where Zachary's body had been.
Zach had heard her yelp and jolted awake, glowing eyes blazing at the peak of his power as he went to lift his arm to his head…then quickly realizing he had no arm to do so, well not in the sense of what he had been trying to accomplish. He whimpered that converted to a long whine that had Aerith jolting in her place up against the wall. Zach swung his large head around still feeling a bit drowsy from the quick heal and rebuild of Lifestream within him and saw the sheer terror on Aerith's face. He knew he'd unconsciously transformed to his natural form in distress and tried to make himself smaller somehow and at the same time move less, making the whole situation quite comical if one of them wasn't so terrified of what she was seeing and the other wasn't so very guilty at this point for not just being honest if it was going to lead to this. He was quickly building enough to shift but he was on the cusp; he wasn't quite there and it was unfortunate.
Aerith gently grabbed the door and slipped from the room with slow and deliberate steps never taking her eyes off the large, dark creature with glowing eyes. As soon as she was in the hallway with the door firmly closed, she ran like a madman to Tifa's room frightening her from her sleep in her own distress.
Tifa woke up slowly and tried to clear her eyes and listened as the other went on to explain what she saw in Zach's bed. Tifa gave her a deadpan look that said that she clearly was tired and had been seeing things or had seen one too many late-night horror movies. Tifa threw on her shirt over her breast under her comforter as she slept naked and put on some shorts as she allowed the babbling, upset girl to lead her to the room. Once at the room, Aerith crack the door and Tifa made to just go in but the girl simply flapped about and shushed her so she peered in the room or risk the other's wild behavior.
Zach hear the door and lifted his head towards the sound of the door. Tifa looked directly at him and gasped. He was sad. He didn't want the one he cared for to fear him. Tifa pulled the door fully open at length causing Aerith to squawk at length in protest. Tifa carefully stepped into the room, having turned on the light and stared at the magnificent beast.
The black fur seemed to absorb the light of the room and perched on the large wolf head-was currently flattened ears. Oh, the eyes… the eyes looked as if they glowed in a haze of amethyst. Instead of fear in her eyes, there was confusion and awe. She had been born and raised in Nibelhiem so Nibel wolves did not frighten her, though she was confused as to why one was in Zach's bed and not Zachary and why it was at least three times larger than any she'd ever saw.
Finally, with one great surge in power, he was ready now. It was as if a ripple had gone over water, the shifting was complete and Zach was before them. After glancing at both women seeing each's different response of awe and disbelief, he said with a small smile in his voice "Surprise."
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Sephiroth swam around Angeal like a predator circling his pray. With each pass, the water that surrounded Angeal was caressing as it remained warm, no doubt from the magic that Sephiroth was putting off. He smiled at the other man taking in his sneaky ways as he had sat down on the edge of the deep end of the lake.
"You know, I do believe I prefer you with your hair down. I know it isn't my place but it is so unique in color and beautiful long, I can't help but want to touch it" Angeal mused aloud causing Sephiroth to still in front of him and consider his wording. If he was to mate with Angeal than it was his place to say whatever he wanted. That it was a favorable compliment in a request did not hurt.
Angeal had some point closed his eyes knowing yet that Sephiroth was very near. His eyes opened at a distant splash at which he realized that Sephiroth had let down his long-braided hair that was air drying but now lazily floated behind the male like a veil of moonlight. Angeal sat up straighter considering the deviously smirking face of the other male. Angeal could not look away from Sephiroth's lips, their dewiness and natural flush. He decided that he had waited long enough and it seemed now or never if he was to show how much the other man meant to him.
Angeal at this point did move from the cusp in the water and waded over to Sephiroth that was just in front of him. He took in all Sephiroth's features: the pale skin and the even longer and paler hair and eyebrows, those cattish eyes now glowing almost a malachite green in the darkness that betrayed the others excitement and arousal, and the light pink lips curved in a look of dare, and those long pointed elfin ears. He couldn't wait any longer and he secured his large, calloused hands along shoulders, sliding down to the arms warm to the touch that remained so even in the cool air, adjusted Sephiroth's face just so, and he kissed him.
Sephiroth's eyes blew wide in shock but just for a moment before they listlessly closed as took in those feelings being given and gave a great deal back as well. Before long the kiss was deepening, after several breakaways for air. On the last draw back, each male was winded, as if they just could not find the air for their lungs.
Sephiroth knew right then he did not want to stop. He knew now no matter whatever would come he would face straight on for this human male. His emotions were alight as was his body. If anyone was to take him, let it be someone that knew of them, of what his people stood for.
"Sephiroth…again I say that I want you and I make that no secret. I am…a simple man but I am a gentleman. Please tell me to stop if you do not want me" Angeal implored, knowing that kiss was becoming his undoing and Sephiroth would have to choose and soon if today be the day or a line would be crossed.
Sephiroth stood there looking at Angeal, just as excited, just as hard, as he touched over his lips at the new foreign feeling of the kiss that had his body in an uproar. That simple touch and he really found he could not trust his words in depth. So being the man he had been raised to be, he simply spoke from the heart and kept it simple and to the point.
In a voice dropped in decibel due to his arousal he simply asked "Where and how would you have me?"
That question and the way that Sephiroth looked while saying it, completely willing and novice to this all, went straight to Angeal's dick. They could go to the cave but it wouldn't have all the proper supplies he needed or they could go back to the house which was a small walk from here. There were choices to be made and he wanted things to be perfect for Sephiroth's first time with him, no matter how blindingly turned on he was.
Sephiroth seemed to know what Angeal was trying to weigh out or had a good guess and his face flamed with slight embarrassment but he pushed through it as a man on a mission would and said his sentence completely serious with no hiccups whatsoever.
"I thought you might be done with your guest at some point and come and search for me as I have been within your home domicile the last few evenings. While I do not know much about mating, I procured things to make the process more… gentle back at the cave" Sephiroth said, redder than before at finishing his sentence, not able to meet Angeal's eyes anymore at this point. What in all of Gaia would the man think of him preparing for him to have his way with him?
Angeal's brows lifted into his hairline at his understanding of what Sephiroth was saying.
Sephiroth had arranged to be with him on an intimate level. He had not been joking when he said he wanted him. At this realization, both seemed to move with more urgency from the water, Angeal grabbing up his clothing but not placing them on his body, as they swiftly moved back to the cave.
Sometime later in the cave had found Sephiroth on his stomach with his ass in the air, Angeal moving at a fast, firm, and steady pace within his depths as Sephiroth pushed back and Angeal pushed forward. He felt so hot and so aroused and though he had tried, he couldn't control the spilt Elvish and Common that came forth along with the sounds of his ardor. Angeal held him in place with nothing more than a firm hand on his hip and one in his antlers as he rocked into him fully draped along his back which caused a friction against his tail which had him crying out at the dual sensations.
This was to be their third round of coupling.
When they had entered the cave, they had mock fought as was normal among male Deer Fae, especially in same sex couplings in a form of fighting for dominance. Angeal didn't seem to question it, just quickly moved to see what was the best way to subdue the now sexually peaked Sephiroth. He'd gotten lucky and those long arms were pinned behind Sephiroth who now writhed beneath him. He had then been laid on the furs and the concoction which Sephiroth spoke earlier had been located and put to good use.
With loving hands along his hot and heaving body and even more so patient mouth along the other's genitals, Angeal had prepared Sephiroth for his first sexual experience. Sephiroth had come with a sharp cry during the preparation, Angeal's mouth proving to be warm and persistent but also allowing him to loosen the other to where he would be able to enter Sephiroth's inner sanctum. Silvery hair laid this way and that under the squirming male and his great, long body bowed as he was breeched for the first time.
Though Angeal was gentle, he was a large man and he knew it would not be without slight pain on entry the first time as was apparent by the silvery tear that travelled down from one of the corners of Sephiroth's eyes and down his cheek on an otherwise serene face. Angeal kissed the wayward tear away and waited for the okay to continue and when those strong and impossibly long legs found a home on his hips, he knew that was the sign. He began with short, strong strokes within the other man.
Before long, the pace had picked up and Sephiroth's breathing was absolutely ragged as he wore a healthy blush along his face, neck, and chest and shook and trembled from all the new stimulus. All his elfin features were present and as he prepared for his first bodily crisis, the room swelled with his power. Even the wall torches burned brighter and higher as if they, too, read his feelings. With a euphoric moan that bordered a soulful cry, Sephiroth was releasing in ropes of his essence against his and Angeal's muscular chest, as the other man continued to extend the new-found pleasure through Sephiroth through Angeal's continued movement chasing after his own release. Wrist still captured in one of Angeal's hands above his head, they kissed deeply and that was all it took to see him over the edge, his great body shuddering and seizing from his release.
The second experience found Sephiroth face to face with Angeal as Sephiroth rode the man's sexual organ while nestled in his lap.
Long arms were thrown around the large, thick neck of Angeal as Sephiroth's head was thrown back. It was the most glorious feelings in the world and why he'd question why he'd had waited, though he honestly couldn't have imagined anyone other than Angeal making him feel like this. Finger nails scratched along Angeal's back as the new position also gave a new angle driving him insane. He couldn't stop the sounds he made and though they would have been horribly embarrassing in any other situation, he felt he wanted Angeal to see him, hear him fall apart from his ministrations. Angeal fared no better in Sephiroth's bodily embrace as they had found a rhythm, writhing as one. This time, Angeal took Sephiroth in hand and stroked along with his internal movements.
Sephiroth's eyes rolled back as he moaned out in pleasure of again another type of dual stimulation. Angeal then remembered about Sephiroth's tail. Gently disengaging his hand from Sephiroth's hip, he snaked that hand around to caress the tail as if were another sensitive area. Well, it was a sensitive area indeed.
Sephiroth's stomach muscles immediately fired off from the now third stimuli. He had no choice but to lay his head down on Angeal's shoulder and just enjoy the feeling of love throughout him. Within no time, he was yielding again, eyes large and dilated, unseeing, mouth agape in a slacked "o" as he rode out those pleasures.
Back to their third mating, Sephiroth finished with a shout as he came pearly white along the furs below him, Angeal following right behind him. He'd closed his eyes and attempted to regulate his breathing after so much activity. Angeal had cleaned them both tenderly afterwards.
This had been a night for so many of his first and though it was not in some others large and fancy dressed bed, it was with whom he now realized he did indeed love. He vaguely felt Angeal adjusting him and his hair into a more comfortable position as he now laid on Angeal's shoulder and chest, his hair acting as a blanket of sorts to their still warmed skin on the cleaner bearskin blankets. Angeal and he began to slip into lull of sleep.
Neither would have been aware of the red caped man with glinting golden gauntlet slowly balling up at his side as he stared with an equally intense crimson glowing glare at the entrance of the cave.
He had come to find Sephiroth and he would talk sense into his beloved son he thought as he seemed to melt into the pervading darkness all around him.
