Dust And Bones | Side Story 1
A FFVII Fanfiction By Majokai Yukiko
This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Squaresoft. This story is set a week after Sephiroth was defeated, though some events in the past are altered due to the fact that Sephiroth had survived the Omnislash and Zack is still alive. Pairing: Zack X Sephiroth Warnings: Yaoi, angst, implied non-consensual sex. Tifa-bashing (literally!)
Many thanks to Sabriel for beta reading this fic. And of course, to my dear doujinshi artist, Aer_Seph4Eva, for giving me something to look forward to every time I start on a new chapter. Chibby-sama!! Arigatou for the picture of Sephiroth in a kimono.scan it in soon!!! For all the other readers out there, review!!! Love you guys too! Log out.
Eleven Years Ago
Zack knocked urgently on the door.
"General Sephiroth?" He asked, hating to address his friend so formally but at the same time, aware of the other SOLDIERs lurking about in the corridors.
What the Hell could have happened?! He yelled mentally at no one in particular. The guard at the entrance had come running to his room with an anxious look on his face, reporting on how The General had staggered back to the base like a hunted animal, with one hand over his face and pushing away anybody who was unfortunate enough to be in his way.
"Seph? Open the door, it's Zack." There was still no reply on the other side. Taking a deep breath, he began to type in the clearance code into the room. He hated having to do this, entering the room without permission, it was like invading his best friend's privacy, but right now, it seemed to him that he had no other choice.
I swear I'll kill Hojo the next time I see him, he thought as the door unlocked with a satisfying 'beep'.
The room was dark. Apparently, Sephiroth had not bothered to switch on the lights when he entered.
"Seph? Are you sleeping?" The soft rustling of the cloth at the corner of the suite had betrayed the General's location. Zack cautiously made his way to the dark figure on the floor.
"Get away from me!" The voice was hoarse, as if he had been screaming for a very long time at the top of his voice. Pursing his lips together, Zack was determined to see his friend in the light, and ready to offer him a reasonable explanation of his behavior. Walking back to where the switch was, he reached for the button before a gloved hand reached out to grab his.
"No, Zack, please." The grip was weak, and the hand was trembling. A familiar smell invaded his nostrils as he used to his free hand to push the button.
Blood?
Light flooded into the room in an instant. The dark haired SOLDIER could only catch a glimpse of his friend's face before the man turned away from him, almost like he was ashamed of his looks.
There was something glistening at the edge of those beautiful green eyes. Tears? Why would the great Sephiroth be crying after a regular trip to the labs? Nineteen years of having unknown faces seeing him naked, poking and prodding him with strange unidentified equipment was traumatizing for anyone but Sephiroth had endured it all. What could be so different about this time round to have caused the change? Unless.
.Unless this time, it was for worse than any other had been.
"Seph?" He asked again, noticing how tense Sephiroth's posture was, looking as if he was ready to escape from anything, or anyone, that might pose as a threat to him. He tried to place a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, only to have him turning around and trying to push Zack away from him. Zack took a good look at Sephiroth and for the first time that night, realized that the white haired General's attacks were like that of a baby's.
"What did they do to you this time?" Zack demanded, brushing a gentle hand across the edge of the bruised lips. Zack watched in horror as the already pale face turned ghost white before the General fainted.
He hesitated before picking the man off the floor and carrying him to the bedroom. Dark hazel eyes narrowed as he felt a damp area in the part of the cloth covering the thighs.
Gently he laid his best friend on the bed, nimble hands undoing the clasp in Sephiroth's black uniform. Some of the clasps were done wrongly, as if the man was in a hurry to get dressed. Zack paused when he undid the belt, wondering for a moment if it would be bringing things a little too far to undress Sephiroth completely. His mind flickered to the damp area again. So far, there had bee bruises on Sephiroth's upper body; minor blue blacks here and there, nothing that they had not endured in their SOLDIER training. But.
Turning his head away, Zack removed the garment in one swift motion, gasping slightly when he turned back again.
Too much, far too much to be purely external.
There was a great amount of blood along the inner thighs, together with small flecks of white, dried on the smooth soft skin. Zack gritted his teeth in anger. He had an idea what those white stuff was, and hell, would he rather he was wrong this time around.
***
What's that you are injecting into me this time?
Nothing that you should be afraid of, son
I feel.weak
Don't worry it'll get better after a while
What.what have you done.to me?
Come on, boy, let's see how much pain you can take.
Hey, what a lucky piece of shit we are, fancy Shinra giving us a lovely little toy to play with even before we die.
Do whatever you want with him, but I want him alive after that
Fuck, you're tight! Let's see how good your mouth is, huh?
Whore!
Bitch!
***
"Argh.argh!" Sephiroth sat, bolted upright on his bed as he struggled to regain his breath. Tentatively he raised his hands to where his eyes could see them, flexing his arms and clenching his fists slowly.
The drug had worn off; his strength returned, just as Hojo had promised. Relief washed over the man like calm water, until he realized something different about the environment he had fallen asleep in.
Point one, he was naked and his body was cleansed of any signs of abuse. And Sephiroth was sure that he had came into his room fully clothed and.unwashed.
Point two, he was not alone.
Green eyes scanned quickly around the room for possible threats, until his memory hit him hard on the head like a rock. Zack.God, he came.he knew.
The bathroom door opened. With his back against the light, Zack was nothing more than a dark human-shaped silhouette.
"God, Seph, you alright?" There was a mixed emotion of relief and worry in that voice, and a tinge of.disgust?
Sephiroth edged away when he felt a hand on his shoulders. No, don't touch me now.you can't dirty your hands like this.go, GO!
"What are you doing in my private quarters at this time of the night, Colonel?" Yes, push him away. Hurt him before he could hurt you, hurt him before he spends more time with a lowly creature like you.
"Seph?"
"It's General Sephiroth to you, Colonel. Leave this suite now, or you can be charged with insubordination. You know the rules, Colonel." I don't deserve a friend like you, Zack. I wanted us to be more than just friends, but.please leave. I'm only Shinra's whore, can't you see? Sephiroth plead mentally, turning his face away towards the window.
Zack winced at Sephiroth's cold demeanor. He hated it when anyone pulls rank on him. That was why Sephiroth had specifically requested for Zack to be his second-in-command. But now, even Sephiroth was doing the same thing to him.
Sephiroth felt Zack remove his weight from the mattress. Giving a formal military salute, Zack replied, perhaps a little harsher than he had intended.
"Yes, General Sephiroth."
"Sir, sir!" Zack scowled when he saw a trooper running towards him. What was this thing with troopers and them running towards him in times of trouble? Do I look like a fucking Aunt Agony to them?
"What?" He barked. He had barely slept last night, after Sephiroth threw him out of his room. He had expected the man to be high-strung after an experience like.that. But he was almost too calm when he regained consciousness, so much so that Zack could hear the barrier of ice slamming down between them.
"The.General had locked himself in his room all morning, sir, and I swear I heard screams on the other side of the door."
Hazel eyes darkened with worry. Now what? He thought.
"Lead the way, trooper."
***
An empty wine bottle joined the pile on the floor. Raising his glass, Sephiroth smiled at his own reflection in the mirror.
"Cheers!" He toasted, drinking the wine in one gulp. He ran his hand through his long white hair, bringing a few strands over his nose and inhaling the faint scent of peppermint. Frowning slightly, he threw the glass towards the mirror, shattering it into several pieces.
"Beautiful." Sephiroth traced along the curve of his jaws, eyes never once leaving the many images of himself in the mirror. "Nothing but Shinra's pretty little whore, huh?"
Staggering, he made his way to the bar counter for the strongest cognac in his office.
"This calls for a celebration!" He grinned.
***
"Seph?" Zack kicked away the empty wine bottle on the floor, wrinkling up his nose as he recognized the familiar smell of alcohol in the air.
"Oh, Zack, you're here. Come, have a drink with me." The dark haired man turned and immediately froze in shock. There's standing at the doorway to the bedroom, was a Sephiroth he had never seen in the entire time he had known him.
"Like what you see?" Sephiroth purred, fingers twirling absently at the ends of his almost silver hair. "Or are you regretting what you don't see?" The dark green kimono the man was wearing contrasted strikingly with the pale hue of his skin, making the General look close enough to.feminine.
Zack held his breath as Sephiroth walked towards him in slow purposeful strides. Placing his hands gently on Zack's shoulders, Sephiroth buried his head in the crook of the SOLDIER's neck, nuzzling it softly.
"Are.are you alright?" Zack choked, his leather pants getting tighter as time passed. It was taking him all his self-control not to throw his superior officer onto the bed and ravage him.
"I can take quite a bit of pain, y'know? I passed that test yesterday.just like all those before." The white haired man nipped at Zack's ear experimentally, using his teeth to tug lightly at the soft flesh. "Shinra's whore.I earned that name well."
Zack wanted to grab Sephiroth and pushed him away, wanted to knock some sense into that drunken mind, wanted to push away all that self-doubt and sense of worthlessness from Sephiroth's mind. But the enticing peppermint scent the belonged solely to Sephiroth, the tickling whispers as the soft silvery strands brushed against his skin, the feel of Sephiroth's discreetly taut muscles hidden under the silk material of the kimono were affecting his ability to think coherently.
"What.what do you mean?" That was all Zack could manage. Sephiroth smirked.
"He gave me many names to yell when we.you know.Jonathon.Jonathon Shinra.Mister President.whatever. But I kept my mouth shut throughout. Want to know why?"
The dark haired man almost jumped when he felt pale hands encircled his, slowly guiding them down to where the belt holding the kimono together was.
Just one tug, and Zack would get to see the silver moon angel in his naked glory.just one tug.but he hesitated.
"Seph." He started, but Sephiroth successfully shushed him with a firm finger to his lips.
"Because.there was only one name I want to call." Zack waited, wanting to know, yet at the same time, afraid to find out the identity of the special someone in Sephiroth's heart.
"Zachary.Zack.it's you." Sephiroth closed his eyes, almost in pain when he felt his friend tense. What else do you expect, Sephiroth? Who would want a whore like you?! He dropped his arms to his side. Like a puppet with its strings cut, Sephiroth slumped wearily onto the carpeted floor.
"I'm.I apologized. It's late, colonel, you should leave now."
"What if.I don't want to?" Sephiroth turned around abruptly, eyes widening as Zack pressed his mouth onto his lips, slowly coaxing for entrance. Sephiroth gave in almost immediately, tears forming at the edge of his eyes as he felt himself melting in the arms of the one man he had learnt to love, not believing that this man could.would actually love him back.
Sephiroth moaned in regret when Zack broke away from the kiss, his fists clenching up tightly, silently demanding for control. Please, if this is a dream, let it last longer.please.I don't want it to end.not like this.
Hazel eyes locked with light green ones. Voiceless messages exchanged as they read, deep into each other's soul.
"If you allow me to." Zack lowered his head, once again capturing those sweet lips with his own. "I don't want to go."
***
This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Squaresoft. This story is set a week after Sephiroth was defeated, though some events in the past are altered due to the fact that Sephiroth had survived the Omnislash and Zack is still alive. Pairing: Zack X Sephiroth Warnings: Yaoi, angst, implied non-consensual sex. Tifa-bashing (literally!)
Many thanks to Sabriel for beta reading this fic. And of course, to my dear doujinshi artist, Aer_Seph4Eva, for giving me something to look forward to every time I start on a new chapter. Chibby-sama!! Arigatou for the picture of Sephiroth in a kimono.scan it in soon!!! For all the other readers out there, review!!! Love you guys too! Log out.
Eleven Years Ago
Zack knocked urgently on the door.
"General Sephiroth?" He asked, hating to address his friend so formally but at the same time, aware of the other SOLDIERs lurking about in the corridors.
What the Hell could have happened?! He yelled mentally at no one in particular. The guard at the entrance had come running to his room with an anxious look on his face, reporting on how The General had staggered back to the base like a hunted animal, with one hand over his face and pushing away anybody who was unfortunate enough to be in his way.
"Seph? Open the door, it's Zack." There was still no reply on the other side. Taking a deep breath, he began to type in the clearance code into the room. He hated having to do this, entering the room without permission, it was like invading his best friend's privacy, but right now, it seemed to him that he had no other choice.
I swear I'll kill Hojo the next time I see him, he thought as the door unlocked with a satisfying 'beep'.
The room was dark. Apparently, Sephiroth had not bothered to switch on the lights when he entered.
"Seph? Are you sleeping?" The soft rustling of the cloth at the corner of the suite had betrayed the General's location. Zack cautiously made his way to the dark figure on the floor.
"Get away from me!" The voice was hoarse, as if he had been screaming for a very long time at the top of his voice. Pursing his lips together, Zack was determined to see his friend in the light, and ready to offer him a reasonable explanation of his behavior. Walking back to where the switch was, he reached for the button before a gloved hand reached out to grab his.
"No, Zack, please." The grip was weak, and the hand was trembling. A familiar smell invaded his nostrils as he used to his free hand to push the button.
Blood?
Light flooded into the room in an instant. The dark haired SOLDIER could only catch a glimpse of his friend's face before the man turned away from him, almost like he was ashamed of his looks.
There was something glistening at the edge of those beautiful green eyes. Tears? Why would the great Sephiroth be crying after a regular trip to the labs? Nineteen years of having unknown faces seeing him naked, poking and prodding him with strange unidentified equipment was traumatizing for anyone but Sephiroth had endured it all. What could be so different about this time round to have caused the change? Unless.
.Unless this time, it was for worse than any other had been.
"Seph?" He asked again, noticing how tense Sephiroth's posture was, looking as if he was ready to escape from anything, or anyone, that might pose as a threat to him. He tried to place a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, only to have him turning around and trying to push Zack away from him. Zack took a good look at Sephiroth and for the first time that night, realized that the white haired General's attacks were like that of a baby's.
"What did they do to you this time?" Zack demanded, brushing a gentle hand across the edge of the bruised lips. Zack watched in horror as the already pale face turned ghost white before the General fainted.
He hesitated before picking the man off the floor and carrying him to the bedroom. Dark hazel eyes narrowed as he felt a damp area in the part of the cloth covering the thighs.
Gently he laid his best friend on the bed, nimble hands undoing the clasp in Sephiroth's black uniform. Some of the clasps were done wrongly, as if the man was in a hurry to get dressed. Zack paused when he undid the belt, wondering for a moment if it would be bringing things a little too far to undress Sephiroth completely. His mind flickered to the damp area again. So far, there had bee bruises on Sephiroth's upper body; minor blue blacks here and there, nothing that they had not endured in their SOLDIER training. But.
Turning his head away, Zack removed the garment in one swift motion, gasping slightly when he turned back again.
Too much, far too much to be purely external.
There was a great amount of blood along the inner thighs, together with small flecks of white, dried on the smooth soft skin. Zack gritted his teeth in anger. He had an idea what those white stuff was, and hell, would he rather he was wrong this time around.
***
What's that you are injecting into me this time?
Nothing that you should be afraid of, son
I feel.weak
Don't worry it'll get better after a while
What.what have you done.to me?
Come on, boy, let's see how much pain you can take.
Hey, what a lucky piece of shit we are, fancy Shinra giving us a lovely little toy to play with even before we die.
Do whatever you want with him, but I want him alive after that
Fuck, you're tight! Let's see how good your mouth is, huh?
Whore!
Bitch!
***
"Argh.argh!" Sephiroth sat, bolted upright on his bed as he struggled to regain his breath. Tentatively he raised his hands to where his eyes could see them, flexing his arms and clenching his fists slowly.
The drug had worn off; his strength returned, just as Hojo had promised. Relief washed over the man like calm water, until he realized something different about the environment he had fallen asleep in.
Point one, he was naked and his body was cleansed of any signs of abuse. And Sephiroth was sure that he had came into his room fully clothed and.unwashed.
Point two, he was not alone.
Green eyes scanned quickly around the room for possible threats, until his memory hit him hard on the head like a rock. Zack.God, he came.he knew.
The bathroom door opened. With his back against the light, Zack was nothing more than a dark human-shaped silhouette.
"God, Seph, you alright?" There was a mixed emotion of relief and worry in that voice, and a tinge of.disgust?
Sephiroth edged away when he felt a hand on his shoulders. No, don't touch me now.you can't dirty your hands like this.go, GO!
"What are you doing in my private quarters at this time of the night, Colonel?" Yes, push him away. Hurt him before he could hurt you, hurt him before he spends more time with a lowly creature like you.
"Seph?"
"It's General Sephiroth to you, Colonel. Leave this suite now, or you can be charged with insubordination. You know the rules, Colonel." I don't deserve a friend like you, Zack. I wanted us to be more than just friends, but.please leave. I'm only Shinra's whore, can't you see? Sephiroth plead mentally, turning his face away towards the window.
Zack winced at Sephiroth's cold demeanor. He hated it when anyone pulls rank on him. That was why Sephiroth had specifically requested for Zack to be his second-in-command. But now, even Sephiroth was doing the same thing to him.
Sephiroth felt Zack remove his weight from the mattress. Giving a formal military salute, Zack replied, perhaps a little harsher than he had intended.
"Yes, General Sephiroth."
"Sir, sir!" Zack scowled when he saw a trooper running towards him. What was this thing with troopers and them running towards him in times of trouble? Do I look like a fucking Aunt Agony to them?
"What?" He barked. He had barely slept last night, after Sephiroth threw him out of his room. He had expected the man to be high-strung after an experience like.that. But he was almost too calm when he regained consciousness, so much so that Zack could hear the barrier of ice slamming down between them.
"The.General had locked himself in his room all morning, sir, and I swear I heard screams on the other side of the door."
Hazel eyes darkened with worry. Now what? He thought.
"Lead the way, trooper."
***
An empty wine bottle joined the pile on the floor. Raising his glass, Sephiroth smiled at his own reflection in the mirror.
"Cheers!" He toasted, drinking the wine in one gulp. He ran his hand through his long white hair, bringing a few strands over his nose and inhaling the faint scent of peppermint. Frowning slightly, he threw the glass towards the mirror, shattering it into several pieces.
"Beautiful." Sephiroth traced along the curve of his jaws, eyes never once leaving the many images of himself in the mirror. "Nothing but Shinra's pretty little whore, huh?"
Staggering, he made his way to the bar counter for the strongest cognac in his office.
"This calls for a celebration!" He grinned.
***
"Seph?" Zack kicked away the empty wine bottle on the floor, wrinkling up his nose as he recognized the familiar smell of alcohol in the air.
"Oh, Zack, you're here. Come, have a drink with me." The dark haired man turned and immediately froze in shock. There's standing at the doorway to the bedroom, was a Sephiroth he had never seen in the entire time he had known him.
"Like what you see?" Sephiroth purred, fingers twirling absently at the ends of his almost silver hair. "Or are you regretting what you don't see?" The dark green kimono the man was wearing contrasted strikingly with the pale hue of his skin, making the General look close enough to.feminine.
Zack held his breath as Sephiroth walked towards him in slow purposeful strides. Placing his hands gently on Zack's shoulders, Sephiroth buried his head in the crook of the SOLDIER's neck, nuzzling it softly.
"Are.are you alright?" Zack choked, his leather pants getting tighter as time passed. It was taking him all his self-control not to throw his superior officer onto the bed and ravage him.
"I can take quite a bit of pain, y'know? I passed that test yesterday.just like all those before." The white haired man nipped at Zack's ear experimentally, using his teeth to tug lightly at the soft flesh. "Shinra's whore.I earned that name well."
Zack wanted to grab Sephiroth and pushed him away, wanted to knock some sense into that drunken mind, wanted to push away all that self-doubt and sense of worthlessness from Sephiroth's mind. But the enticing peppermint scent the belonged solely to Sephiroth, the tickling whispers as the soft silvery strands brushed against his skin, the feel of Sephiroth's discreetly taut muscles hidden under the silk material of the kimono were affecting his ability to think coherently.
"What.what do you mean?" That was all Zack could manage. Sephiroth smirked.
"He gave me many names to yell when we.you know.Jonathon.Jonathon Shinra.Mister President.whatever. But I kept my mouth shut throughout. Want to know why?"
The dark haired man almost jumped when he felt pale hands encircled his, slowly guiding them down to where the belt holding the kimono together was.
Just one tug, and Zack would get to see the silver moon angel in his naked glory.just one tug.but he hesitated.
"Seph." He started, but Sephiroth successfully shushed him with a firm finger to his lips.
"Because.there was only one name I want to call." Zack waited, wanting to know, yet at the same time, afraid to find out the identity of the special someone in Sephiroth's heart.
"Zachary.Zack.it's you." Sephiroth closed his eyes, almost in pain when he felt his friend tense. What else do you expect, Sephiroth? Who would want a whore like you?! He dropped his arms to his side. Like a puppet with its strings cut, Sephiroth slumped wearily onto the carpeted floor.
"I'm.I apologized. It's late, colonel, you should leave now."
"What if.I don't want to?" Sephiroth turned around abruptly, eyes widening as Zack pressed his mouth onto his lips, slowly coaxing for entrance. Sephiroth gave in almost immediately, tears forming at the edge of his eyes as he felt himself melting in the arms of the one man he had learnt to love, not believing that this man could.would actually love him back.
Sephiroth moaned in regret when Zack broke away from the kiss, his fists clenching up tightly, silently demanding for control. Please, if this is a dream, let it last longer.please.I don't want it to end.not like this.
Hazel eyes locked with light green ones. Voiceless messages exchanged as they read, deep into each other's soul.
"If you allow me to." Zack lowered his head, once again capturing those sweet lips with his own. "I don't want to go."
***