PRESENT MIRTH

Author: RaVeNsThIeF (a.k.a. Jack Dawkins)

Genre: Final Fantasy VII fanfiction, Humor/romance/drama, LEMON THIS CHAPTER! YAOI!

Pairings for this chapter: Sephiroth x Cloud

Warnings/Disclaimer: This is yaoi, which means "Yummy asian oral intercourse"... no not really. But in essence, yes. n.n;;; Anyways, I do not own Cloud, Sephiroth, or any of the characters from Final Fantasy VII. All characters are being held captive against their will and are being forced to do nasty things to each other in dark passageways. If you don't like this sort of thing, feel free to cast Fire 3 to your heart's content, but be aware that I have my Reflect materia equipped.

Other notes: I don't usually write graphic stuff. I am incapable of reading this chapter without blushing. I love Reno... yessss...

This chapter was also the first I wrote when I began this story, from there it 'expanded'... :shifty glance: This chapter also probably is the reason my story was deleted the first time and my account banx0red. >:( But it has been marked with a mature rating, so you have been WARNED.

DO NOT PROCEED READING IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH GRAPHIC SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

I have done all in my power to keep from getting in trouble again without having to cut the 'good parts' out, or go through the hassle of hosting it elsewhere, please do not get me in trouble! >:O

Ok! Read!


"What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure.

In delay there lies no plenty,

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;

Youth's a stuff will not endure."

Shakespeare: Twelfth Night

(Act II, Scene iii, "The Clown's Song")


In a room on the top floor of the SOLDIER barracks, a lone man removed his shirt with care. The latest mako injections left his nerves on fire, demanding some form of release, and one he was forbidden by the mad Professor to give himself. Instead, he contented himself with the sensation of the smooth cloth sliding off of his body and onto the floor of his comfortably furnished chambers. His fingers roamed over his skin in delicate touches, too long in one place and the mako sent a wave of pain to his head that made him double over, gasping for breath.

With a low sigh, the ShinRa general allowed his cramped muscles to relax. The heat of his chambers seemed to spread through his whole body, as though someone had activated a fire materia and unwittingly left it on. Sephiroth gave another low sigh, lying back on his bed; the coolness of the sheets against his bare skin was bliss.

A knock sounded at the door, quiet, yet bold and fast. Sephiroth cracked one sleepy green eye in surprise. It wasn't often that anyone came to his private rooms, with the exception of Zack, to whom nothing was sacred. Even less likely was for one to come so soon after he had returned from Hojo's labs, another round of heathenish mako treatments completed.

"Enter." Sephiroth yawned, resting one hand carefully on his bare torso and rolling onto his side to regard the doorway. He raised one eyebrow curiously at the sight of the young cadet standing there.

"General Sephiroth, sir!" The blonde haired boy stammered, either scared or embarrassed, Sephiroth wasn't sure.

"Cadet?" The general replied smoothly, both emerald eyes unblinkingly roaming over the boy's slight frame. He was short and had a somewhat girlish figure, which was slowly giving way to muscles along his arms and shoulders. Two wide blue eyes stared out at the world with a hint of shyness, and there was absolutely nothing to be done about that hair, Sephiroth decided. The boy had obviously tried to brush it into some semblance of order, but to no avail. Bright golden spikes stood out at every angle away from the fine-featured face.

"My apologies, sir." the boy was staring furiously at the ground and Sephiroth found the action rather endearing. He was, after all, only half-nude. And a part of his brain gave an evil smirk at what the cadet might have done had he also been missing his black trousers.

Oblivious, the boy continued,

"I was told to present you with my services, sir."

Sephiroth blinked in surprise, sitting up with a graceful motion, a bit of his calm, controlled façade dropping. It had to be a joke, and if it was, he would kill Zack for it afterward, he vowed to himself. But there was no mistaking the meaning of the cadet's words, even if the boy was not aware of them himself. Sephiroth had to make sure.

"Come here, cadet." he said, pushing a few wispy strands of white hair out of his face impatiently. The boy complied, moving forward to stand about three feet in front of the ShinRa general.

"What is your name cadet?"

"Strife, sir. Cloud Strife."

"I see, Cadet Strife. And who was it that told you to come up here?"

"One of the SOLDIERs sir. He said you needed my services. Was I wrong to come?" the boy looked concerned and horrified, as though he was only just considering that he might have made a mistake.

"No, no." Sephiroth said smoothly, rising to his feet with some stiffness. The mako still causing his body to cry out in need.

"I do require you." He said, slowly, circling behind the cadet, long silver tendrils brushing against the boy's skin and making him flush. Now was the test of sincerity. Sephiroth placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, sliding his fingers over the rough cotton. To his surprise and delight, the boy didn't move, but merely stiffened, as though he wasn't completely surprised by the general's actions. Intrigued, Sephiroth moved his face into the angle between Cloud's shoulder and jaw, blowing air gently against the exposed skin. Again, the boy did not flinch, and the first press of lips against his flesh caused nothing more than a slight exhalation of breath from the young cadet.

Encouraged, the white-haired soldier slid his hands down the boy's chest, unfastening the buckles on his shoulder harness and sliding it onto the ground near his own deserted armor. Three more gentle kisses deposited themselves below Cloud's ear and there was no mistaking the gentle moan that arose, unbidden, from the boy's lips. He wanted it too.

Sephiroth slid his hands under the now-loosened fabric, touching the smooth skin eagerly. Feeling his mako-enflamed senses warming to the challenge. He needed this. It was the only way to counter-act the pain of the treatments effectively. But it was so much better with another person. Someone flesh and blood and living, unlike most of what was in Hojo's labs.

The boy raised his arms as Sephiroth slid his hands up his body, and leaned backwards into the embrace. Sephiroth caught his breath in a low growl. The boy wasn't offering the least resistance as he removed his clothing and dropped it into a discarded pile. There was no mistaking the game now, or the services to be rendered.

With a sudden movement, the general stepped away, leaving the boy standing, naked, next to his bed. But it was only for a short while, while he divulged himself of the rest of his clothing. The boy's eyes grew wide, but he did not move away as Sephiroth once more took him into his arms. This time, their lips met and the white-haired man pushed his tongue into the younger boy's mouth swiftly, controlling the kiss even as he pressed the boy's body against his own. It was good to see that they were both aroused, his hands sliding over the strong back and down to the slender waist. Despite the boy's willingness to the task, he doubted he had had much experience with this sort of thing before. Not anymore, that is, than one would expect living in the SOLDIER barrack's with hundreds of other lonely men.

The boy was gasping for air and Sephiroth let him go, but only long enough to push him backwards onto the bed. The boy gave a cry of surprise as he lost his balance, ending up pinned under the older man, unable to move. Sephiroth slid his body along Cloud's, hearing the sharp intake of breath, feeling the boy's body tense and arch beneath his. He allowed himself a small smile, even as he guided his fingers down between the boy's thighs, playing with the tender skin.

Cloud gasped, his body having trouble registering the many signals racing through his senses. He had never done this before, though he knew in his mind how often he had allowed his thoughts to stray along this path. Of what it would be like to be touched this way by another man, by him. He sighed, opening his mouth to Sephiroth's probing tongue, sucking on it gently, feeling the strong lips move against his. The hand between his legs grasped him gently, sliding up and down methodically, until his breathing became erratic and his eyes fluttered open in pleasure, meeting a pair of heated green ones that seemed to bore into his very soul.

"Ah! AaH!" Cloud shuddered, his body reaching climax under Sephiroth's steady touch. The boy's thin body pushed up against him desperately, hips bucking in orgasm. Sephiroth didn't stop his hands, fingers sliding along Cloud's length until the last of his climax had been reached and he spasmed under the touch.

"Please…" the whisper came, begging for the intense sensation to stop, and Sephiroth complied, grinding his hips against the boy's waist instead, feeling the sticky sweat running between their bodies. Cloud's sky-blue eyes were filled with tears and Sephiroth bent down to kiss at the corners of his eyes gently, feeling the blonde-haired boy wrap his arms around him and burrow his head into his shoulder as if seeking protection. Sephiroth allowed himself a fleeting smile at the vulnerable motion, running one hand through the blonde spikes caressingly. But the mako was still in his system, sending impulses to his brain and he tightened his grip on the boy's waist involuntarily, refraining himself from following his urges and hurting the young boy. But he couldn't take it much longer. He needed release.

"Cloud... I need…" he rasped out through clenched teeth, eyes closed, and Cloud looked up in surprise at the tone of the general's voice. Then his eyes widened with understanding. Sephiroth rolled onto his back, his skin sensitive to each feather-light touch. Cloud looked hesitant and afraid, but he moved to the end of the bed smoothly, crawling between Sephiroth's legs and opening his mouth to take him in. Sephiroth cried out in pleasure at the sensation of a warm hot mouth closing about him. His fingers buried themselves in Cloud's silky hair as the boy's head bobbed up and down along his length. The motion was sending him over the edge as Cloud sucked on him smoothly, tongue sliding down the underside of his erection, hands resting lightly on his thighs.

Sephiroth opened his eyes in half-lidded pleasure and glanced down, moaning at the sight of the naked boy lying between his legs, working at him with his mouth, seemingly absorbed in his task. The white-haired general felt his body reaching its highest peak, but he didn't want it to end like this, not with that alluring body kneeling over him, the warm flesh begging to be touched and violated. He gave a low growl and grabbed for the boy, catching him by surprise as he rolled the slender form beneath him. Cloud pressed himself into the blankets as Sephiroth straddled him from behind, the boy's waist fitting nicely between his legs. The general leaned forward, his chest rubbing against the boy's back, as he pushed two fingers into Cloud's open mouth.

"Suck on them." He commanded and Cloud obeyed, though he was afraid. Sephiroth could feel the tenseness in his muscles as his naked body lay helpless beneath him, but he didn't bother to try and comfort him, doubtless his fears were real enough. It would hurt like no pain the boy had probably felt before. Unyieldingly, the general felt the boy sucking obediently on his fingers, before he withdrew them, wet and slippery.

"Hold still." he ordered, and the boy trembled beneath him, but he did not move away.

Sephiroth spread his legs with one hand, finding the tight entrance he was looking for with the other, and pushing his index finger into the hole. The boy cried out and bucked beneath him, but Sephiroth did not relent, merely leaving his impaling finger inside the boy's body until the resistance faded away. Swiftly another finger joined the first and again, Cloud sniffled in pain, but he did not beg for release, and the operation was almost done. Leaving his fingers in the tight space, Sephiroth positioned himself at the entrance, Cloud tensed, anticipating what was about to happen, and then in one swift movement, he removed his hand and pushed himself into the tight entrance. Cloud screamed, his fists clenching at the sheets in desperation, but there was nothing for it now that Sephiroth had mounted him. His feeble struggles only pushed him in further, and soon he gave up altogether.

Sephiroth groaned, leaning low over his lover's back. The heat that surrounded him was incredible. He could barely move for fear the pleasure would send him over the edge too soon. But there was a need growing in his stomach, and the sight of the boy pinned beneath him made him grasp at his hips even tighter as the low rhythm began. At first the thrusts were slow, but as Cloud became accustomed to the motion, his young body loosened further, allowing Sephiroth more room. He slid in and out between the boy's buttocks, until the stronger thrusts made Cloud gasp in surprise, his body arching at the sensation of being filled from inside. The blond-haired boy moaned, his hips catching the rhythm and rising upward to meet Sephiroth's plunges. He could barely see straight, the man moving on top of him made his vision go hazy as something inside of him exploded, making his eyes fill with color. He gave a shaky breath and his body shook, spilling onto the sheets once more, even as Sephiroth groaned again at the new tightness of his body.

"You… are… beautiful." Sephiroth gasped between breaths, his body yearning for release. He couldn't stand it any more, if he didn't reach orgasm soon, he would faint.

And then it came, a mind-shattering climax that shook his body from head to toe. With a strangled cry, the white-haired SOLDIER plunged himself as far as he could into Cloud's warm heat, filling his body. Cloud moaned as Sephiroth collapsed onto him, the heat that exploded in his body felt so right, as though there was no other way to be, but with this man inside of him, claiming him as his own. He twined his fingers in the locks of silver hair that coiled on the blankets. Sephiroth groaned, and slowly pulled himself out of Cloud's body, rolling onto his side, exhausted. Cloud could barely move, but he twined his arms around the man's waist, burying his head into his chest, their legs entwined. Sephiroth blinked one eye open at the feeling of the body next to his, Cloud had his eyes squeezed shut and he looked as though he was on the verge of tears, but he still hugged Sephiroth tightly. The general softened, pulling the young boy against him possessively and kissing his forehead lightly.

"Go to sleep Cloud. There's nothing to be afraid of." he said quietly.

"I'm not afraid." Cloud replied stubbornly, his face pressed against Sephiroth's chest, making the words almost unintelligible.

"Then you are brave. Even I get afraid."

"You?"

"Me." Sephiroth closed his eyes and gave a small smile. He could feel Cloud move to look at him but he didn't open his eyes.

"Why are you afraid?" the boy sounded genuinely curious and Sephiroth sighed.

"Lots of things. War, getting killed, Mako, ShinRa food…" Cloud giggled and there was a moment of silence. "You?"

"I'm afraid I won't get into SOLDIER." now the blonde-haired boy sounded worried and Sephiroth pulled him a bit closer. "I used to be afraid of you."

"Me?" Sephiroth blinked both green eyes open in surprise and Cloud winced, afraid he'd said something offensive. "Why me?"

Cloud shrugged, such a careless gesture.

"You always seemed so far away and powerful. You never let anyone get close to you."

It was true, Sephiroth thought. He never did let anyone get close to him except for Zack, until now…

"And you're not afraid of me anymore?" he asked hopefully.

"Nope." Cloud said with a grin, though his eyes were still shy in meeting Sephiroth's own.

"That's too bad." Sephiroth said with his best frown, "I am a very dangerous person." but Cloud just shook his head.

"No, I don't think you would hurt anyone if you could help it." he said confidently, burrowing his head once more into Sephiroth's shoulder and laying a gentle kiss there before falling asleep. Sephiroth lay awake for a little longer, until the automatic lighting in his rooms flickered off and the only light was the neon glow of Midgar, filtering in through the windows. Then the silver-haired man gave a gentle smile, shook his head slightly in disbelief, wrapped his arms about his young lover tightly, and fell asleep.


Reno: Eww... what the heck is this? Am I in the right story?

Jack: Don't worry Red, you'll show up soon enough. :pats:

Reno: Actually... if you don't mind, I'll think I'll be going now... x.x;;;

Jack: Aww... But if you leave now, you'll never get put into the Turks!

Reno: ... ok. But I better not be doing any of that. I'm straight, dammit!

Jack: Not even if it was with Rufus?

Reno: ... nooooo. I don't think you're getting the point.

Jack: You get cool weapons:D

Reno: ...

Jack: And you get to beat up people!

Reno: ...ok…. but only for one chapter. And they better be really cool weapons! Or else... -.-

Jack: Eep! O.O

Reno: ...did you say Rufus?

Jack: yeah... n.n;