Satin dream… endless nightmare

Sephiroth looked at Cloud with wide eyes as the blond seductively freed a shoulder from his large scarf. The silver-haired General then just smiled and put down his sword gently. He walked up to his stereo system and chose one of his favourite. He dimmed the lights and, hearing Cloud eager moans, his hand moved behind his head to take off the small rubber band that held his hair un a low ponytail.

On dort les uns contre les autres On vit les uns avec les autres

Winking maliciously, Sephiroth turned his back, moving with the low beat and he unclipped his shoulder pads. With a swift movement they fell with a dull thud to the ground.

On se caresse, on se cajole On se comprend, on se console

He moved closer to the bed, bending down to lick up Cloud's cheek. The boots quickly ended on the floor, too, Sephiroth using a lot of creativity to take them off in a very suggestive way… His body seemed to jump with each note, and the blond, clearly enjoying the show, could only muse why he hadn't asked this before.

Mais au bout du compte, on se rend compte Qu'on est toujours tout seul au monde…

The small buckle of his trenchcoat was suddenly opened, and the garment slipped from the entrancing form with an appealing 'swooch'. He turned, his hair floating around him like a halo of melted silver, his eyes shining with amusement when he saw Cloud with a fine trail of blood coming from his nose.

On danse les uns avec les autres On court les uns après les autres And Sephiroth started to dance, hands going up and down on his muscular abdomen. The light piano tune was suddenly replaced by a deep base guitar and drums. The silver-haired General slipped a finger under his pants and his blond lover drooled at the sight when the small button popped open. On se déteste, on se déchire On se détruit, on se désire

Visibly aroused from the dance he was performing, Sephiroth let the pants fall on the floor, swaying his hips, revealing a very tight-looking silk boxer. Cloud sat upright on the bed, himself suffering from a very painful hard-on. Since he already won his public, the older man wriggled seductively his bottom, moving a hand on his thigh, using the other to tilt up the blond's chin.

Mais au bout du compte, on se rend compte Qu'on est toujours tout seul au monde

Sephiroth then took hold of Cloud's hands, using them to strip him of his last cloth barrier. His erection sprung up proudly in the cool air and he stepped back, brushing it slightly with his finger tip. He turned swiftly, flicking his hair over his shoulder as he gestured to Cloud to come closer. The blond embraced him from behind, grinding his own hard-rock member against this perfect bottom, shaking as he anticipated his own stripping…

On dort les uns contre les autres

On vit les uns avec les autres

On se caresse, on se cajole

On se comprends, on se console

Mais au bout du compte, on se rends compte

Qu'on est toujours tout seul au monde

Sephiroth leaned against the lithe body, grabbing a gloved arm to pull his lover right in front of him. The choir repeated the song over and over again with the heavy beat of the base guitar, Cloud, entranced by his scent, felt his dress being unzipped. The blue silk twirled around and joined Sephiroth's discarded clothing on the floor. There he stood, almost naked, wearing only a pair of woman's panties… They shared a passionate kiss, skin already burning with a fierce fire. The blond was pushed back on the bed, moaning in pure bliss as his throbbing manhood was released from his cotton prison. Spreading his legs, he allowed his lover some place to work.

- Love… You're so beautiful. Let me love you, let me pleasure you… Cloud… Oh, Cloud…

With utmost care, Sephiroth took hold of Cloud's right arm, peeling off the blue glove, then did the same for the left one. Their kisses were full of desire, movements sensual and soft… the silver-haired man seemed to remember his promise, and was really succeeding in making Cloud go crazy, for the blond couldn't stop moaning his name. The slim body was lifted from the mattress, and Sephiroth started suckling on a nipple, the other being restlessly tormented by a well-placed hand, rolling it up until he was hard as a rock. Cloud tasted good, his skin was smooth at the touch, delicate, peachy…

On danse les uns avec les autres

On court les uns après les autres

On se déteste, on se déchire

On se détruit, on se désire

Mais au bout du compte on se rend compte

Qu'on est toujours tout seul au monde

He let go of Cloud's rose nipple, claiming his mouth in a last kiss and their body jolted as their erection brushed together, and sapphires fluttered close, crying out Sephiroth's name. His call became a mewl when he sensed his head going down, kissing every inch of his heated skin, nipping at his forming muscles. The longs strand of silver hair tickling his chest and abdomen and Cloud shivered in delight, bliss, heaven of a torture he was inflicted with. Sephiroth though avoided the proud member and it's first beads of crystal essence to untie Cloud's laced shoes, pulling on the free ribbon with his teeth, getting rid of the heel without regret. He kissed and licked the inside of the thigh, very well aware of his mate's ragged breathing, and the silver-haired man moved to the other leg, starting the process anew.

- Sephy! Sephy, please! Aaah!!! Sephiroth! Aaaaaah!

Cloud was now bare naked, panting, cheeks red from excitement, blue eyes pleading to be taken. But Sephiroth only smiled sheepishly and bent down again, this time taking a tentative lick at the base of his manhood. Electricity zapped through Cloud's body, he jerked upward, crying out again, the pleasure numbing his limbs and he sagged in the sheets, groaning harshly when he felt the slick tongue tracing the curves of his sensitive parts. Soft blond hairs were petted gently, his balls softly cupped in a very warm hand, and suddenly the only thing Cloud could do was mewl. The pink head was slowly engulfed into a warm and moist embrace, lips parting to taste this bittersweet fluid. A moan escaped Sephiroth's throat, who started to bob his head up and down, his tongue reaching even farther to coax out a few more drops. But Cloud was very aroused, and when he started to suckle a little harder, delicate hands buried into his hair and the blond bucked his hips. He just gave a small squeeze to his balls and the so coveted semen poured into Sephiroth's mouth. Cloud shouted, thrashed and cried as his lover swallowed his climax, ecstasy blurring his sight, and he pushed himself up, bringing Sephiroth up too and he kissed him, sneaking his tongue into his mouth to taste his own essence.

- So… this is… how… a blow job feels…, he panted to himself

Sephiroth just smiled at him, pulling Cloud in his lap to brush away the tears on his cheeks. He was feeling the life returning quickly to his spent member, and he knew for sure that the blond wasn't satisfied yet. Slicking his fingers with lubricant, he nuzzled Cloud's neck lovingly, and traced the path down to his small entrance, carefully breaching the ring of muscles. The blond gasped and started to suck on Sephiroth's neck. One finger entered him, spreading lubricant inside of him, stretching the warm tunnel so he wouldn't hurt his mate. A second and third digit joined the first… And they hit a special spot, a sweet spot and Cloud shuddered in pleasure, moving down to dive them deeper. Sephiroth retrieved his fingers slowly, pushing back his lover on all fours, licking up his spine as he leaned over his body, positioning his throbbing member, carefully pushing it to pop the head in. He then waited for Cloud to be ready.

- Sephy…, he heard him whisper, Sephy, oooohhh… yessssssssss…

The silver-haired man had begun to push himself into the willing body, sliding his arms around the slender waist, feeling Cloud moving his hips to impale himself deeper, until Sephiroth was in to the hilt. They could feel each other's pulse, feel their heart ring together on the same wavelength… The silver-haired General backed up slowly, building up the pleasure before thrusting back in. The dance begun with a low beat, the two moving with each other, groaning in unison, Sephiroth pushing gently his small lover into the satin sheets at each thrust. He had difficulties to hold back, and he could feel Cloud's renewed hard-on. All his troubles ended though, when the blond started to meet his thrusts.

- Harder!, he cried, I want you hard! Aaah! Aaaah!

Sephiroth wasn't told twice and took hold of the newly revived manhood, stroking it as he increased the pace. The blond was now yelling his ecstasy, clutching handfuls of sheets in his trashing. Cloud could hear Sephiroth growl behind him, he knew he was close to climax, too, the stars seemed so close, now… the hand that was stroking him stopped all of a sudden and grabbed him under the arms, lifting him up above his aching member, driving Cloud's hips down to go deeply as possible, thrusting hard enough to made him jolt upright. Finally, with one final, deep and strong, the stars exploded, his seeds spurting in his lover, filling him with his love. Cloud too saw the blinding flash and he cried out again Sephiroth's name before collapsing, feeling his own essence land on his chest. He felt his mate lying him carefully on his back and lick up the mess, then the familiar tickle of a tissue washed him up.

- Cloud, he whispered tenderly, did you enjoy?

- Mmm… Y'don't hafta ask… You gorgeous Sephy, he answered sleepily

A soft sheet covered him, and through half-closed lid he saw Sephiroth lay down next to him, pulling the quilts over them both to keep them warm.

- I must thank you, Cloud, the bal was less boring with you… Good night, my angel, love you…

- 'night… Love you too…

And they both snuggled against each other, a blissful warmth lulling them into an heavenly sleep.

*******

Tseng entered the dark apartment, shrugging off his Wutaian deep marine coat and hanging it on the nearby peg. Walking softly to the couch, he unfolded the woollen blanket and patted his pillow. It was very early, somewhere near 3:00 am, he just arrived from the party because the president wanted that his son stayed until the end… Poor Rufus was literally sleeping on his two legs when he slumped in his bed. He was about to do the same, when the soft glow of a lamp illuminated the room. Reno soon appeared, wobbling up to him without his cane.

- Was wonderin' *yawn* when you'll come back…, he said sleepily

- Reno… Do you have it?

The redhead tended him a small envelope in which he'd put a young girl's picture and some financial data. Tseng nodded to himself and pocketed it greedily.

- That'll help a lot to find her. Had any troubles?

- Ya're talkin' to the best, ya'know… And your 'soirée'?

- Boring. Hey, wait not quite. Guess what?

- Hmmm?

- Sephiroth brought up a girl, just like Hojo said… and you'll never find out who it was…

- The secretary of the 65th?

- Nope… Try again.

Reno thought for a moment, watching his lover's amused look and suddenly he understood.

- Not that blond kid!

- Hm-hm. In a dress, no less. Just for that, it was worth it.

- And Hojo? Did he noticed?

- No, he had left for Costa del Sol yesterday, important specimens needing monitoring, he said.

- Ya mean those bunny girls?

- Probably, yes… You know the man, when he has an urge…

They both shuddered in disgust. The thought of Hojo wearing a Speedo popped up Reno's mind and he blanched, adding something about the fact he just had lunch. Tseng nodded and lay back on the couch, the redhead returning to his bedroom. He wanted Tseng in his bed, but the man had said not before his leg was better, in other case he could find out himself being hurt even more. So he was waiting. Reno slipped under the covers, hoping to dream that night…

*******

Cloud was waken up by a sudden move from Sephiroth, who had dislodged himself from his embrace rather violently. The silver-haired man seemed to be trapped in another nightmare, his third tonight. It has passed the two times before that one, but now he was tossing and raving, crying out for Cloud's help. The blond noticed how pale he was, how his body glistened because of the sweat, and, having pity, shook him a little.

- Help… Cloud… don't… Cloud…

- Hey, Sephy… wake up, love, wake up!

Sephiroth's green eyes slowly opened, his gaze veiled by confusion and pain. Cloud saw it and gasped, putting a hand on his forehead. It was hot, too hot. Sephiroth had a very high fever.

- Sephiroth… Are you feeling alright?, he asked worriedly

- Cloud…, was all the General moaned in reply.

The blond quickly went to the bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth and two bottles; one of acetaminophen and one of ibuprofen. He lifted the prone form to an upright position, and shook him a little harder, getting his lover more aware of the reality.

- Tell me, love, tell me how you feel, please…

- Everywhere, everything… I… hurt… bad…

- Then I'll start with the Advils… C'mon, swallow those. Your fever's too high, I'll have to switch to Tylenol in two hours. Probably just a muscular cold, it'll pass in a day or two, don't worry. Get some rest now, I'll take care of you.

Sephiroth leaned on Cloud, shivering badly but returning to sleep. The blond lay him gently on the mattress, covering him up with many blankets. He adjusted the alarm clock so it would ring in two hours, and he embraced firmly his lover, washing his face with the cloth.

- It'll pass soon, love. Now just get better…, he whispered

He woke up every two hours from then, making sure to give Sephiroth his medicine. When the morning came, the blond was tired, but his lover's condition had worsen. His fever was stable, however, the silver-haired man was continually panting. Cloud got up that morning very worried, replacing the cloth by a colder one, and decided to prepare some broth for his love, the same broth his mother had taught him to make all those years ago. Checking up on the ingredients, he realised that he needed to go to the shop. He was listing what he lacked when three soft knocks at the door announced Zack. Indeed, when he got it, the dark-haired man was grinning from ear to ear. But when he noticed the dark lines under Cloud's eyes, his expression changed.

- Hey Spike, he said in a soft voice, what's up? Why the long face?

- Zack, Sephiroth… he's not feeling very well. Do you want to go to the grocery for me, please? Bring me back all this. I'll do him some broth and he'll feel better…

Zack pocketed the list, nodding to his smaller friend. But a thought passed through his mind, an old image of the Wutai war…

- Yeah, sure thing, I'll go Cloud. But you know, there's something that bothers me… Seph's not the kind of guy that falls ill all of a sudden… The only time he got sick on me was during the Wutai war, and I can tell you, it wasn't pretty… Will you let me check on him for a sec?

Cloud nodded, leading Zack to the bedroom, where Sephiroth was resting. The Commander sat down on the bed, lifting the covers, and bent down to listen to his heart. The General woke up at the unfamiliar touch, and Zack only smiled to him, muffling him back into his nest of heat.

- Hey, Seph…

- Zack…

- Was just checking you out. Hojo didn't throw you into a fight with a Miniki mantis again, huh?

The silver-haired man shook his head weakly. The Commander suddenly worried when he noticed this. The effort seemed too great when it should be easy. The man was unwell, it was clear… But of what, he couldn't tell. And if Hojo had put Sephiroth in contact with such a beast, he would have treated him before letting him go… His train of thoughts were interrupted when Cloud asked him:

- Why are you asking him that?

The dark-haired man patted the covers a little, lulling back Sephiroth to sleep. They left the bedroom quietly, then Zack answered the blond's question.

- I'm surprised he didn't tell you. Sephiroth is very strong, resistant, agile… and the list goes on… But there is one thing you need to know whenever you're going out on a mission with him; he is /very/ allergic to the Miniki pollen. And when I say very allergic, I mean he can choke in a matter of second if a female only stands at over then feet from him. In battle, it's even worse. It happened once, during the Wutai war… He almost died in my arms and-

He was interrupted by Sephiroth's loud groaning, and Cloud sighed in despair. Zack nodded, walking back to the door.

- I'll be back in few.

End

Auhtor's notes

*drowned in five feet deep of drool*

Vincent: Don't tell me she's been spying on Seph and Cloud… *read the chapter and runs off to the bathroom with a nosebleed*

Cid pokes Htress with his Venus Gospel and she turns into a puddle of mush.

Cid: Yup. Hey, Vin, look, she's holding something:

Since I knew I would melt writing this, here are my notes: *puuuuuurrrrrrrrssss* I'm melting… Hope you liked it, Lauren… Next chapter: Mama Rose's chicken broth. The song is 'Les uns contre les autres' from 'starmania' Go download it, you won't be deceived…