From the author: I hate the title... really, I genuinely -hate- the title... if any one has any better ideas, please, do leave them in your reviews... This was written with WordPad, so excuse the lack of fancy- smancy effects from Word 2000. I can't find my Works packet anywhere so... until I do, I have got no spell check . Not right! Oh well, here you go! Sorry about the lack of... anything! on this account for so very long.
Moshi Wake Arimasen! (For those of you with tiny little brai- uh... I mean, those of you who don't speak any Japanese, it means, roughly mind you, "I have no excuse for myself." Learning Japanese is fun!!) Bows
Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be forced to make chapter titles... Ara???
Normally, I would apologize in advance for pissing anyone off, but since this is a Yaoi fanfic I refuse to do so. You no likey slash, you no read! Got it?? The leavers of any flames because of my subject matter will be hunted down and given a solid lecture on the art of being open-minded!
Uh oh.... I'm pulling another Shattered!! ((The disclaimer for my original story, Shattered Faith, is about a fourth of a word page long. About as long as or longer than this AN)
Oh, yeah
Disclaimer: The characters in this fic do not belong to me! They are © SquareSoft (now SquareEnix) 1997
Control
Chapter 1
Sephiroth, bringer of darkness, had been reduced to -this-; a half-dead body abandoned on the sandy beach of Costa del Sol. Well, maybe abandoned isn't the right word, considering he wasn't as alone as he thought in the depths of his foggy mind, see, Cloud was watching from a short distance away, trying to determine the best way to move Sephy's unconscious body without causing more damage than he already had done.
Oddly, Cloud felt no anger as he observed Sephiroth, Aeris avenged; he found he no longer hated the man.
Sephiroth groan as he came awake, feeling, just now, the pain from the injuries Cloud has caused. Slowly, he opened his green eyes to the sky. Cloud looked up from gathering bits of driftwood for a fire.
"So, awake, I see. I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up."
Sephiroth growled and made an attempt at sitting up, only to find his body unwilling to comply and fighting back with sharp arrows of pain that surged through his body. He decided, rather quickly, getting up was a -very- bad idea. Of course, only until he found his blade to not be by his side.
With a jolt, he got to his feet, ignoring the screaming protests from his wounds.
"Where's Masamune?!" He demanded, a dangerous tone seeping into his voice. Cloud sighed and shook his head, tossing the katana at his side to Sephiroth.
"Jeez, no need to get all uptight about it, it's right here."
Sephiroth caught the blade and shot Cloud a death glare, causing the younger man to visibly wince away.
With the sword aid, Sephiroth managed to get near the fire-to-be and eased himself down onto the sand, instantly regretting moving at all. Cloud sighed and set to rummaging through his pack for something to light the fire with. With a rush, the fire sparked before turning into a merry little blaze, causing Cloud to jump back lest he become part of the fuel for the flames. Sephiroth quirked an eyebrow and looked askance at Cloud.
"Why didn't you just cast Fire 1? Even I, in this condition, was able to do so." Cloud tried to keep from snarling at the remark on his incompetence.
"Why? Because I kinda... sorta.... was forced to sell more than half of my Materia. Including both my Fire and my All Materia."
Sephiroth glanced at him.
"I didn't ask for details, did I? No. All you needed to say was 'I can't' Simple as that." He gave a calculated sigh. "Why am I even wasting words on you?"
Cloud narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, glaring at Sephiroth from across the fire. Sephiroth chuckled, reached up with one hand, winced, brushed stray hair from his face, winced again, and dropped his arm back to his side, his right hand still tightly clenched on the hilt of Masamune. Cloud shifted in the uncomfortable silence and decided his couldn't take it. It wasn't right to leave anyone in that condition, even if they were your enemy at one point. He stood and walked over to Sephiroth, placing one hand lightly on his former adversaries shoulder. Sephiroth quickly looked up, distrust bright in Mako infused eyes.
"What are you-" he began, his words silence by Cloud's casting of Cure 3. Before Sephiroth could say a word, Cloud had already returned to his place across from Sephiroth on the other side of the fire.
"Why did you do that?" Sephiroth questioned, full well expecting answer.
Cloud just shrugged and continued to stare at the ever-changing, golden blaze, paying little to no attention to Sephiroth, which was, in ever meaning of the phrase, a VERY bad idea.
Next thing Cloud knew, he was pinned to the ground by the older man's greater strength, silvery hair cascading around him like a glittering spun- glass waterfall.
"Answer me, boy. Why? I'm not willing to trust anyone" Cloud felt Masamune pressed to his throat, the firelight sending eerie reflections off the blade, making it look as if it were drenched in blood. "Especially not you."
Cloud's eyes were wide, his heart racing, not from fear, but rather, something he couldn't bring himself to even attempt at identifying. The mere thought that real blood, his blood could cover Masamune instead of simple illusions, never even entered his mind. How could he think of his own death when Sephiroth's body was so close, pressed against his own, the heat from his body bathing Cloud's skin in its glorious warmth. Cloud swallowed hard, trying to clear his head.
::Why?:: He asked himself, unable to figure out a reason that would satisfy even him. Unable to even believe it himself, Cloud answered with the first thing that came to mind, and given his current state, it wasn't likely to be a very good answer.
"Because... it felt... right." He managed to say, doing his very best to ignore Sephiroth's presence.
Sephiroth tightened his grip on Masamune, pressing the blade firmer against Cloud's throat.
Cloud closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to try and come up with a better answer, only to find Masamune removed and the warm weight that was Sephiroth, leave him.
Cloud opened his eyes to find Sephiroth standing in front of the fire, eyes transfixed on the blaze before him as he tried to calm the storm within. It irked him that Cloud could do that to him when no other could.
Cloud stood and brushed the sand off his clothing before taking the few steps between him and Sephiroth.
Before he had managed to take more than three out of the six steps, he felt a hand close on his wrist as Sephiroth quickly turned. Cloud was pulled against the other man's body as Sephiroth crushed his lips to the blonde's, intoxicated by the hunger for more.
Sephiroth put one arm around Cloud's waist and pulled him closer, wordlessly asking for full access to Cloud's mouth, his grip still on Cloud's wrist, Masamune lying, forgotten, in the sand.
He felt Cloud's lips part and gladly took the invitation, inciting a low moan from the younger man's throat, followed by the release of Cloud's wrist.
Of its own accord, Cloud's hand moved to fist itself in Sephiroth's silvery waterfall of hair, soon followed by the other. Cloud felt Sephiroth smile in the kiss before wrapping his other arm around Cloud's waist, pulling him nearer.
It wasn't long before Sephiroth realized that if he couldn't breath, there was very little chance Cloud was able to do so. With a slight twinge of regret, Sephiroth broke the kiss, immediately feeling Cloud gasping for air. He felt the one of the Blonde's hands slide down to rest on his shoulder as he sagged against Sephiroth's chest, trying to breath.
After a short while, Sephiroth loosed on arm from Cloud's waist to tilt the boy's face into the light, a particular glint in Sephiroth's eyes.
Cloud knew what that look meant....
"Ah... Uh... do you really think you're in any condition to-"
His words were silenced as Sephiroth lowered his face to Cloud's.
Beyond that, things were about as discernable to Cloud as a daydream. For all he knew, it very well may have been a daydream. He vaguely remembered being dragged into town.... and after that, a few drinks... but.... he figured he must have passed out somewhere along the way....
Moshi Wake Arimasen! (For those of you with tiny little brai- uh... I mean, those of you who don't speak any Japanese, it means, roughly mind you, "I have no excuse for myself." Learning Japanese is fun!!) Bows
Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be forced to make chapter titles... Ara???
Normally, I would apologize in advance for pissing anyone off, but since this is a Yaoi fanfic I refuse to do so. You no likey slash, you no read! Got it?? The leavers of any flames because of my subject matter will be hunted down and given a solid lecture on the art of being open-minded!
Uh oh.... I'm pulling another Shattered!! ((The disclaimer for my original story, Shattered Faith, is about a fourth of a word page long. About as long as or longer than this AN)
Oh, yeah
Disclaimer: The characters in this fic do not belong to me! They are © SquareSoft (now SquareEnix) 1997
Control
Chapter 1
Sephiroth, bringer of darkness, had been reduced to -this-; a half-dead body abandoned on the sandy beach of Costa del Sol. Well, maybe abandoned isn't the right word, considering he wasn't as alone as he thought in the depths of his foggy mind, see, Cloud was watching from a short distance away, trying to determine the best way to move Sephy's unconscious body without causing more damage than he already had done.
Oddly, Cloud felt no anger as he observed Sephiroth, Aeris avenged; he found he no longer hated the man.
Sephiroth groan as he came awake, feeling, just now, the pain from the injuries Cloud has caused. Slowly, he opened his green eyes to the sky. Cloud looked up from gathering bits of driftwood for a fire.
"So, awake, I see. I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up."
Sephiroth growled and made an attempt at sitting up, only to find his body unwilling to comply and fighting back with sharp arrows of pain that surged through his body. He decided, rather quickly, getting up was a -very- bad idea. Of course, only until he found his blade to not be by his side.
With a jolt, he got to his feet, ignoring the screaming protests from his wounds.
"Where's Masamune?!" He demanded, a dangerous tone seeping into his voice. Cloud sighed and shook his head, tossing the katana at his side to Sephiroth.
"Jeez, no need to get all uptight about it, it's right here."
Sephiroth caught the blade and shot Cloud a death glare, causing the younger man to visibly wince away.
With the sword aid, Sephiroth managed to get near the fire-to-be and eased himself down onto the sand, instantly regretting moving at all. Cloud sighed and set to rummaging through his pack for something to light the fire with. With a rush, the fire sparked before turning into a merry little blaze, causing Cloud to jump back lest he become part of the fuel for the flames. Sephiroth quirked an eyebrow and looked askance at Cloud.
"Why didn't you just cast Fire 1? Even I, in this condition, was able to do so." Cloud tried to keep from snarling at the remark on his incompetence.
"Why? Because I kinda... sorta.... was forced to sell more than half of my Materia. Including both my Fire and my All Materia."
Sephiroth glanced at him.
"I didn't ask for details, did I? No. All you needed to say was 'I can't' Simple as that." He gave a calculated sigh. "Why am I even wasting words on you?"
Cloud narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, glaring at Sephiroth from across the fire. Sephiroth chuckled, reached up with one hand, winced, brushed stray hair from his face, winced again, and dropped his arm back to his side, his right hand still tightly clenched on the hilt of Masamune. Cloud shifted in the uncomfortable silence and decided his couldn't take it. It wasn't right to leave anyone in that condition, even if they were your enemy at one point. He stood and walked over to Sephiroth, placing one hand lightly on his former adversaries shoulder. Sephiroth quickly looked up, distrust bright in Mako infused eyes.
"What are you-" he began, his words silence by Cloud's casting of Cure 3. Before Sephiroth could say a word, Cloud had already returned to his place across from Sephiroth on the other side of the fire.
"Why did you do that?" Sephiroth questioned, full well expecting answer.
Cloud just shrugged and continued to stare at the ever-changing, golden blaze, paying little to no attention to Sephiroth, which was, in ever meaning of the phrase, a VERY bad idea.
Next thing Cloud knew, he was pinned to the ground by the older man's greater strength, silvery hair cascading around him like a glittering spun- glass waterfall.
"Answer me, boy. Why? I'm not willing to trust anyone" Cloud felt Masamune pressed to his throat, the firelight sending eerie reflections off the blade, making it look as if it were drenched in blood. "Especially not you."
Cloud's eyes were wide, his heart racing, not from fear, but rather, something he couldn't bring himself to even attempt at identifying. The mere thought that real blood, his blood could cover Masamune instead of simple illusions, never even entered his mind. How could he think of his own death when Sephiroth's body was so close, pressed against his own, the heat from his body bathing Cloud's skin in its glorious warmth. Cloud swallowed hard, trying to clear his head.
::Why?:: He asked himself, unable to figure out a reason that would satisfy even him. Unable to even believe it himself, Cloud answered with the first thing that came to mind, and given his current state, it wasn't likely to be a very good answer.
"Because... it felt... right." He managed to say, doing his very best to ignore Sephiroth's presence.
Sephiroth tightened his grip on Masamune, pressing the blade firmer against Cloud's throat.
Cloud closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to try and come up with a better answer, only to find Masamune removed and the warm weight that was Sephiroth, leave him.
Cloud opened his eyes to find Sephiroth standing in front of the fire, eyes transfixed on the blaze before him as he tried to calm the storm within. It irked him that Cloud could do that to him when no other could.
Cloud stood and brushed the sand off his clothing before taking the few steps between him and Sephiroth.
Before he had managed to take more than three out of the six steps, he felt a hand close on his wrist as Sephiroth quickly turned. Cloud was pulled against the other man's body as Sephiroth crushed his lips to the blonde's, intoxicated by the hunger for more.
Sephiroth put one arm around Cloud's waist and pulled him closer, wordlessly asking for full access to Cloud's mouth, his grip still on Cloud's wrist, Masamune lying, forgotten, in the sand.
He felt Cloud's lips part and gladly took the invitation, inciting a low moan from the younger man's throat, followed by the release of Cloud's wrist.
Of its own accord, Cloud's hand moved to fist itself in Sephiroth's silvery waterfall of hair, soon followed by the other. Cloud felt Sephiroth smile in the kiss before wrapping his other arm around Cloud's waist, pulling him nearer.
It wasn't long before Sephiroth realized that if he couldn't breath, there was very little chance Cloud was able to do so. With a slight twinge of regret, Sephiroth broke the kiss, immediately feeling Cloud gasping for air. He felt the one of the Blonde's hands slide down to rest on his shoulder as he sagged against Sephiroth's chest, trying to breath.
After a short while, Sephiroth loosed on arm from Cloud's waist to tilt the boy's face into the light, a particular glint in Sephiroth's eyes.
Cloud knew what that look meant....
"Ah... Uh... do you really think you're in any condition to-"
His words were silenced as Sephiroth lowered his face to Cloud's.
Beyond that, things were about as discernable to Cloud as a daydream. For all he knew, it very well may have been a daydream. He vaguely remembered being dragged into town.... and after that, a few drinks... but.... he figured he must have passed out somewhere along the way....