From the author: Chappie two!! Here you go . Yay! I got Word 2000 back!! Hugs spell checker Nee! I'm so happy! I can save as HTML!! Niing… Well, I'd better get the disclaimer out there so's we can get on to the chapter! Oh, warning, heh shoulda done this for the first chapter, slashy bits ahead! Is a kiss really considered slash? Hm... Don't know... meep! Erk. Here you go!! Oh and for those of you with delicate little minds ((Yeah, right!)), nothing happened between them last night if you don't want to have. But, of course, if you want it to have, it did. I didn't intend for it to turn out like that, but it did, and, for once, I'm glad. And, yes, even the Great Sephiroth gets hangovers! . Makes you wonder... what's he like drunk?? Well, the end was originally much longer, but towards the end I got, well, bored, so I cut it short before I passed out on the desk and well, that's that!

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy FVII and all related characters are © SquareSoft / SquareEnix 1997

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Heyla! Thank you for the review!! Bows I'm going to sound like a moron... what's "Ja Ne"?? I get the feeling I'm the only one out of the loop.... v.v;

Erigato!

Control

Chapter 2

Sephiroth barely remembered stumbling into the inn with Cloud, both of them as intoxicated, possibly even more so, than one of the Turks left in a bar alone on a Friday night. ((Heh, heh....)) And, he knew Cloud probably didn't even remember that much, giving him quite an advantage, although, at the moment, he was in no condition to take advantage of it. But still, it felt good to have that knowledge. He smiled and opened his eyes to the, blissfully, dark room.

The darkness saved him from the stabbing, bright rays of sunlight.

He slid out of bed slowly, both because of a killer headache making hay-day with his head, and so he wouldn't wake Cloud. After last night, Sephiroth figured the boy would need his sleep. He scanned the room for his clothing, found his pants and quickly pulled them on.

It wasn't until he had managed to get halfway across the room that the thought that he never remembered taking them off penetrated the fog of pain in his head. He would have shaken his head if the pounding headache hadn't proven the action unwise.

When Sephiroth reached his destination, the restroom, the first thing he did was splash icy water from the sink onto his face in a last attempt at waking up, before undressing and slipping into the shower.

!!

Cloud awoke, his head splitting and one hell of a hangover taking its painful grip. He gave a low groan and, quite literally, rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

He made an attempt at standing and found himself unable to do so, which really was a bad thing, considering the floor was very, very cold. He pried his eyes open and found the room as dark as he could have hoped.

When he looked up, he saw Sephiroth standing there, one hand extended. Cloud blinked, but took the proffered hand, hauling himself to his feet. Sephiroth smiled, gave a small chuckle, and gave Cloud a shove in the direction of the bathroom.

"Take a shower! It helps!"

!!

Sephiroth looked up from Masamune's blade just as Cloud emerged from the bathroom, an expression of relaxation on his face, and naught but a towel wrapped around his waist. Sephiroth, at least, had been able to locate the rest of his clothing.

"So," Cloud said as he searched for his clothing, "What should I call you? Your name doesn't really fit... I've only ever called it out in anger... " Cloud continued looking, now getting the sneaking suspicion that Sephiroth was hiding them.

Sephiroth furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think.

"Hm... I... don't know"

Cloud gave a small laugh, all but giving up on the hunt for his things.

"You have the knowledge to summon Meteor, but you can't think of something for me to call you!"

Sephiroth gave a mischievous smile.

"Oh, but the way things are looking, I won't need to figure out a name...."

Cloud stared; he knew full well what –that- look meant...

"Oh no...." He said, backing away.

Sephiroth grinned and set Masamune down beside the closed door before slowly approaching Cloud. Cloud felt his heart skip a beat as he backed into a wall, Sephiroth placing his hands against the surface on either side of Cloud.

Staring, helpless, into Sephiroth's shining Mako infused eyes, Cloud felt warm, soft lips pressed to his own. Obligingly, he let his lips part, just like the last time, he become putty to be molded as Sephiroth willed, save, this time, feeling something within him urge, Cloud returned the kiss hesitantly.

He sensed a small spark of surprise from Sephiroth, surprise that quickly subsided to enjoyment.

In his mind, although he certainly tried, Cloud could find nothing wrong with what was happening. Despite the fact that Sephiroth had tried to destroy every thing he loved, had killed Aeris, and had destroyed his home all those years ago, Cloud couldn't find the resolve to despise him.

With a rush one could associate with the sudden flow of water after the break of a dam, Cloud find himself craving more. He raised both arms and, wrapping them behind his former adversary's neck, pulled Sephiroth closer, closing his eyes lightly, nearly too caught up in the kiss to hear the scream that issued from downstairs.

Reluctantly, Cloud broke the kiss and ducked under Sephiroth's arm, reaching for the Ragnarok on his way out the door.

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes and growled, taking hold of Masamune in the act of following the boy.

Cloud stopped the moment he neared the end of the hallway and cursed under his breath.

Why did it –have- to be the Turks?

Right then, Cloud wished for nothing more than for Sephiroth to have a mind to stay put, and not enter the hallway.

He never did listen, did he?

Sephiroth exited the room and walked into the hall, Masamune in hand, angrier at Cloud than he was at the Turks, who had so timely, interrupted.

Cloud heaved a heavy sigh.

Well, at least Sephiroth had been able to get completely dressed, whereas you couldn't say anything about Cloud, seeing as his clothing was missing. Sephiroth gave a slight groan and ignored Cloud for the time being, quickly taking care of the Turks.

!!

Reno's body dropped to the ground and Sephiroth turned to glare at Cloud, who swallowed once, hard.

He –really- didn't like the look in Sephiroth's eyes.

He saw Sephiroth's hand tighten on Masamune's hilt, the blade in position to attack. Cloud felt a wave of fear wash though him. He couldn't defend himself, not now, not here. And this time, the danger was oh-so-very real.