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End Part II

In the room after had paced from one side to another, wondering if he would go after Sephiroth, like a desperate lover, or just wait for the man's return. Cloud sat in the bed, frustrated, and worried. It had been two hours since he left, but he was in the hotel, according to the concierge. He wanted to give him space, and Sephiroth wouldn't go out of the planet dressed like that, without sufficient energy, money, and neither a ship. However, he was Sephiroth, in a mercenary land like that it would not be so difficult to get out of Eorzea.

"I'm a desperate lover, damn it."

Fearing that everything was possible, with goosebumps on his skin, and a tighten heart, Cloud stood up from the bed. He went to the door, abruptly opened it to find Sephiroth on the other side, embarrassed look on his face, Masamune in one hand, and two black packages under his arm. Staring at him, Cloud muffed his whimpers and stepped back to let him enter the room.

"Hun, clothes."

"Ok."

Nodding at him, with teary eyes, Cloud's voice came out hoarse thinner than he rather would have liked. He grabbed one of the packages and landed it over the table. "Ah, Sephiroth, you are a piece of work but you are back. Giving time I'll manage to tame you..."

They paced in silence towards one of the beds and sat on opposite sides. They looked at each other, and Cloud took the first step, getting closer to the man, glancing down at his hand, and seeing the opened letter. He mentally thanked Vincent, for had guessed his distrustful son, and showed him shreds of evidence to convince him about the new situation. He sincerely wished his words had calmed down the man, but he would not push the issue. That was not that he was craving to know.

Once at the lobby, Sephiroth, went back to the reception and asked about ships to the rental, analyzed the device inside the envelope that contained portal's enchantments, Gils, and all Lucrecia's researches about him, Jenova, altered cells, at last, all his life. Everything that was denied him to know. It was not a surprise to find Cloud's name at Hojo's experiments list with the Shinra's privates. Nothing aleatory as Cloud had said. Zachary Fair would die, in one way or another, it was also there, but Cloud succeeded perfectly with Jenova's cell, creating his enhanced cells for himself, and he would be the first perfect model to build another generation of Shinra's Soldiers. That, if he had not escaped with Zackary. That was why Rufus Shinra and the Turks followed his steps, and why Jenova herself had chosen him to share her gift along with Sephiroth. He read the letter several times and thought about leave the place several times either. Indeed, he concluded that he could not leave. He did not want to go alone and admit that he was trapped with Cloud on his heart. That was huge. He never had felt like this before, frightened to the bones. Although he was not a coward, he didn't time to act like a teenager with butterflies on his belly. He was Sephiroth, former general promoted to Weapon. In the end, he won.

Sephiroth still had his fist around his Masamune, and as if he were listening to Cloud's thoughts looking at his fist, he laid the sword and the letter down on the floor, receiving back a smile from the young. Cloud was the other part, the missing link, and he could never get apart from him, not only because they were Weapons, villains or whatever. He could not breathe without air, either without Cloud. He could call it as love, as if an ordinary word could describe what was much more intricate than that, at least for them. It was clear now that his feelings never had anything to do with Jenova, the intense beats of his heart were truly for Cloud. "How I say that? What is this feeling that I can't control?"

"Please, don't do that again. It's my time to say, stop faking a rage that doesn't exist. You know that I love you. I love you so much, Sephiroth, please tell me what can I do to make you believe me?"

Sephiroth raised his hands and touched him for the first time since he awakened. His fingers trailed the contour of Cloud's chin, cheekbones, forehead, descending through his nose, and stopping at the crack of his lips."Why should I control it? I don't want to control..."

Cloud closed his eyes, rubbing his face on Sephiroth's palm, his uncontrollable tears already wetting the man's fingers. "Why in the hell he's mute? Say something, I said I love you, react, anything, please!"

Cloud opened his eyes, staring at Sephiroth, and waiting for his next move that was not happening for the young's desperation. Sephiroth just lowered his hand, looked at him emotionless face, sighing as if he wanted to speak, but without words coming out of his mouth. Cloud could never guess he was burning from inside.

"He is back and this is what matters. It happened like that once, he just doesn't know how to start."

On his knees over the mattress, he got closer to Sephiroth's lap, mad to snuggle on his arms. Cloud lost his nerves, to deal with all the apocalyptical bullshit of the man's unsureness, he did not want to lose a minute without showing how much he loved him, maybe it was all that Sephiroth needed to feel safe. He sighed, staring at him, so beautiful, and grabbed his nape, leaning him over the headboard.

He kissed him, not even caring for Sephiroth's closed lips, entwining his fingers in the man's hair, feeling his scalp with the tips, assuring himself that he was there. Cloud needed that lost kiss from his dreams, feel again the taste of his tongue. They had been so connected, to the point of having done such unspeakable things, and now they had the power to build an entire world. They knew how much love and destruction they felt for each other, it was stupid not to indulge themselves in living freely what they actually were, partners, lovers, and killers. Cloud was in peace with this and he saw no reason in Sephiroth's concerns. The worst had been done, the planet was an empty shell, they were Weapons for the universe, so what? So, enjoy while they still could. Eager to feel more of him, Cloud deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue inside Sephiroth's mouth, pushing him against the pillow. He would mount over his lap when his hair was harshly pulled out, breaking their contact. He froze like a deer in the light, panting and glaring at the man, hands in the air seeking for balance, trying to clutch over the mattress.

The man had threatening eyes and expressionless face at him. Scared, afraid of another rejection, Cloud whimpered, not knowing what to expect when Sephiroth pulled him closer, stretching his neck as if smelling him.

"Humph."

He fully bent Cloud over the mattress, the hard tug ripping the slits of his nightshirt until his waist. Cloud gasped again, knowing that the man's strength came back, in triple. Seconds of silence. The same feeling before a fight. Short breathing, adrenaline, and fear. Cloud's heartbeat was in agony, feeling stupid in denying their nature, wishing for more than only war. He fought against the tears forming on his eyes, in vain.

Getting into a war with Sephiroth was out of the question now. He intended love, sex, a welcoming ache from lecherous pleasure, not from having his hips stretched to the point of bursting his tendons, fighting.

When he felt Sephiroth's breath on his earlobe, the young closed his eyes, instinctively protecting himself. If he could, he would disappear of there, only to not listening to what the man could say. He would die if he could not touch him like that again. Cloud veered his eyes, looking up to see his face, emotionless and staring back at him.

"That's right, I love you. But don't take it for granted."

Cloud breathed in relief, his face was wet, tears still rolling down onto his cheeks. Sephiroth cleaned them with his fingers, remaining with his grip on Cloud's hair, without softened it even when he declared himself to the young. He liked to touch that part of Cloud's body, head, and neck, and lowering his hand, he caressed the skin, following from his neck until the curve of his spine.

"I won't Sephiroth, but I'd have done the same again, without change anything, however, I'll be broken heart without you. Forever."

He lifted Cloud to sit him on his lap, feeling the young's muscles tensing at the contact with his thighs. The torn nightshirt revealed more than his legs, and he felt his heart beating a little faster at the feeling of Cloud's round buttocks through his clothes. Cloud whimpered, still sobbing, and he let go of his hair, held his face with both hands, staring at him that batshit crazy boy that loved him.

"It was easier when you hated me, I was used to that, not with everything you have done for me. I also thought that... all my feelings were because of Jenova, not ourselves. Then, the letter confirmed a lot of hypotheses, changing my vision, though new, challenging. I'll need time to process. I'm sorry Cloud. I was feeling vulnerable. I even thought that I would have to kill you because everything in my life always had been like that, especially with you."

Cloud giggled and caressed Sephiroth's face, entwining his fingers on his hair, feeling its softness, letting the man change him on the bed as he pleased, savoring his body weighing over him. The mass of his silvery hair fell over them, so good, and so right. He gasped, closing his eyes, moving his body to place himself, exactly under his groin. He smirked, opening shining eyes to stare at him.

"It would be definitely so alike us, turning into Weapons, and destroy the place…But, it's not like that anymore."

They laughed together and Sephiroth located his old déjà-vu. He had pictured Cloud's laughs on his mind in the limbo, linking it with mockery, and never listening to the dark side of his brain, telling the contrary of that, he pleasantly had lived this scene. He fought not only inside that limbo but also until now, not believing in the veracity of his emotions, even after awakening alive in another world with Cloud by his side. They shared enough to change everything for both men. Surely, they would eventually have to deal with a lot of subjects, but for now, they should relish the recent victory. Why run away from that? They would have more than ever had in their lives.

The last echoes of Cloud's laughs vanished in the room and they stared at each other. Sephiroth's breath wheezed, feeling Cloud's legs shyly opening, welcoming him, the smooth friction on his groin, causing a blend of pleasure and fear. It amazed him how much he missed the young's body, he kissed Cloud, slowly, savoring the taste of his lips and tongue. He liked his scent, so good, and the feeling of his arms around his neck. If he had left, he would never allow himself to experience the other side denied to villains, the winner's victory.

Cloud broke the kiss, panting and bashfully smiling, he cast down his eyes to pull out his nightshirt, twisting himself under Sephiroth. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip. Carefully, Cloud touched his nightshirt, and he let the young undressed his clothe, pulling it out from his head. Sephiroth could only stare at his body, impressed with how beautiful and strong he had become in two years. "It happened like this before, it will start timidly and would end in a furious climax."

The very thought made Sephiroth shuddered, awakening the old memories, and the intoxicating passion he felt for Cloud. Their bond. Their bodies together. Flashes from their last encounter came to his mind, running straight to his groin at seeing Cloud naked under him, his blond hair spread on the white pillow, his eyes shining, and his mouth parted. Cloud pushed himself up, deliciously rubbing their cocks together to the point of making Sephiroth bend his head forward, leaning on his arms, moaning and panting only with that caress. It had been so long ago, the last time he had experienced the sexual pleasure that it was hard to restrain it. Cloud did it again, this time encasing their cocks on his hand, rocking his hips slightly faster, wide opening his legs to rest on Sephiroth's buttocks, pushing him closer to his groin.

"Yes, this is so fucking good."

Cloud unleashed his lust, Sephiroth would have to deal with the consequences of making him feel mad to have him. He fastened the touches, rubbing their groins together, feeling Sephiroth's cock wetting his hand. He wouldn't last.

"For how long you have denied this to you?"

With a grunt, Sephiroth broke their making out, urging to feed new memories on his brain, on his body, greater than any foreplays. Dragging Cloud by his waist, Sephiroth lifted his buttocks, impaling the young who howled with the dry pain. Cloud arched his back, flushed face, veering his neck on the pillow, gorgeous, lustful, panting with mouth parted and lidded eyes. He had a hold on Sephiroth's hair, preventing him from moving, forward to that delicious ache of having Cloud's flesh expelling and sucking his intrusion at the same time.

"Wait…"

"No..."

Tight, warm, and extremely pleasant. He slid his hands over Cloud's hips, caressing the muscles, ending on his ankles, and grabbing one, he kissed his calf, pushing himself a little bit deeper, feeling the twitches on his flesh. He grunted, in the hands of lust while Cloud cried out in ache, though an increasing bulge was hardening above his belly. He should have used something to ease the way, maybe they should have a magic to do that, but smirking, he sank full way on his ass. But Cloud took him by his nape, with a tug strong enough, to make him instantly drifted out from the delicious warmth.

He carried himself out to keep his balance, grunting, with the squeeze on his hair getting painfully stronger while Cloud moved him off.

"Don't provoke me, Cloud."

Cloud smirked at him. Face glowing, deep blue eyes fixed at him, hotter than any creature he had seen in life, naughtily raising his legs to rest one over his shoulder while the other pushed him closer again. He did something with his fingers down there, and Sephiroth smirked. Magic, he had magic even to fuck.

"Now, burn me Sephiroth. As harder as you can."

Sephiroth upturned the corner of his lips positioning himself, and pulled Cloud's hand off his hair, holding his wounded arm to plant a soft kiss over the bandage. Sephiroth intuitively or because of the dreams predicted he would not need to be careful. Cloud expected and even craved for the opposite of him. It was being a weird sensation of coming back home, touching, and losing himself inside that body.

He looked at him and dove back in abandon, with a loud groan. "Furious climax", the scenes from his visions came on his mind increasing his arousal. He briefly closed his eyes and reopened to stare at Cloud's dizzied eyes, worshiping him like a god.

"Cloud..."

He would break this boy in fury, lust, and everything he could to attend his demands. Cloud was a dark soul, but he was even darker, and it would work perfectly like those little clenches on his cock, the taste of his tongue kissing him so passionately, sucking him inside at each thrust.

"I will eat you alive, Cloud."

Cloud lifted his hand at him, "Come."

With a passionate kiss, it had begun.

Cloud jumped in the bed, bracing himself in the iron headboard with tears on his eyes, thrilled, delighted at so welcoming prize, finally, having what he craved for so long. The visions, the anguished feelings of not having this closeness nevermore again, it all vanished away. It was true. Real. Another hard thrust followed by a strong grip on his hips, he clenched his teeth, staring at his reality, groaning and panting above him. When he said, "burn me" was exactly how he felt with Sephiroth. He felt like fire running through his spine ending on his groin, he could go far and say that he even felt his cells, human and Jenova's ones, boiling inside him. He had spent so many years, doing the right things, having only sorrow as payment that he would never guess the blessing would come doing exactly the contrary.

He bent back his head, closed eyes, and nothing but Sephiroth came to his mind. No guilt, no sadness, no questions. Only the delicious ache of having his lover fast-moving inside him, bruising his hips with his strong grasp. His lover forever.

Fuck Gaia, Avalanche, all the miserable heroes that crossed his life, fuck that unrealistic world and any other that threatens to take what was his right. Cloud would blow another planet again if it was necessary, without thinking twice. He raised his hips and opened his eyes at Sephiroth with parted lips, letting out a deep breath while touching himself. The sight of his shapely abs, belly button, the thin grey fur making a path for his groin, familiar, and cherished. Gods, his damn groin, Cloud would not last with those deep stabs, those narrowed eyes at him, parted mouth, and low groans. Yeah, he loved the intensity, the violence, the ache that Sephiroth's cock caused him, his hands sliding over his body, and the slapped sound of their flesh. The dreams never could be as good as reality. He was so close to his dreamy relief, but Sephiroth harshly pulled out his hand off his cock and flipped him over his belly.

"No, only after I break you, Cloud…"

Cloud almost came at hearing his deep voice, lecherous pouring on his ear, and pushed himself backward, sat on Sephiroth's thighs feeling the man's hands keeping him in place while he roughly pounded him. They slowly rocked together their hips, Cloud gasping at the hardness fulfilling him on the new position, and Sephiroth's lips brushing against his neck. So good, but also so slow that he tried to fasten his swirls, mentally praying to have the courage to ask for his kinky demands. Sephiroth pinched his nipple, the momentary enjoyable pain distracting him from the next strong push that threw him onto the belly against the mattress, stretched his arms, and exposed his buttocks wide up opened at his sight.

"Beautiful..."

Cloud moaned aloud, in agony and pleasure when Sephiroth started the short deep pounding, tearing him apart and maddening his senses, his neglected cock rubbing against the sheets. They only could be connected.

"God, yes!"

Sephiroth snorted, pulling the young's arms to join them together, but Cloud gripped Sephiroth's thighs in the way, digging his nails in the flesh, cutting the skin. Cloud felt his fingertips wet. Soon after a groan, Sephiroth pulled out completely, changing his hold from his arms to his shoulder, thrusting deep fast as a deserved punishment. "Yes, hurt me, make me bleed." Cloud did not have to ask, it was not necessary, Sephiroth already knew it, and craved for the same.

"I'll make you pay for this."

Again the memories, their scents, breaths, and sounds. Everything was about them, and Cloud tensed his groin, feeling his release very close, but again Sephiroth changed him on the bed, pulling him by his nape in a violent kiss, bruising his lips and neck, bending him onto his back over the mattress, and pushing his legs up. And Cloud would bend himself as the man wished, willingness, lustfully, and happily.

Sephiroth's hand traveled from his waist to his chest, touching his cock in the way, and stopping on his neck. Cloud deep breathed, thinking he would blow himself on the man's hand if he continued caressing him like that. He closed his eyes in the edge of his orgasm, but after hearing a smirk, Sephiroth's strong hand choked him. Only a suffocated gasp came out when he tried to yank Sephiroth's hands. He arched his back, legs clenching around the man's waist, feeling again all the rushes of pleasure agitating his cells, and looking at his hands, he saw his nails tinted in red. Blood, from Sephiroth's thighs.

When the man deep plunged himself inside him again, Cloud felt his cock wetting his belly. He closed his eyes, his climax already warming his body to come out and Sephiroth lifted him again over his lap. The pain, the lust, and the bone-crushing pleasure. Alive. Completely awakened at every pore of his skin. No one could ever give this to him but Sephiroth. After regaining his breath, Cloud arched his loins, pushed his lover backward on the bed gripping him inside his body. A small twist of his hips and enough amount of pressure to immobilize Sephiroth, making him think twice before moving inside him. He narrowed his eyes at him.

"I've never forgotten, Sephiroth, about us inside Jenova's cave."

It was almost unbearably, and yet, so good. Sephiroth grabbed Cloud's waist, sitting him on his lap, devouring his mouth again. He felt Clouds breath through his lips, the warmth from inside out. It was clear why Jenova and Shinra had to brainwash him.

"I can see now why I did."

Cloud laughed curling over Sephiroth, holding his face, nibbling at his lip, relaxing his legs around his waist, and easing the tightness inside him.

"I could never harm you if I knew what I do now, Cloud."

Sephiroth leaned his head over Cloud's chest, hands holding his upper body against him, and the simplicity of that act, lead him to another memory. Their once shared closeness coming back to his senses, hushing his fears, and loneliness. Lifting his head to look at him, he saw his fingers printed on the young's neck, a red bruise on it, and glimpsed at his own bloodied scratched thighs.

"I felt the same after touching the crystal. Sephiroth, do you truly believe me now?"

Sephiroth remained quiet glaring back at him and then, slid his hands over the young's back, and gently laid him back on the bed. Maybe, even in that insanity lives, they still could have love. He hoped they could get everything they wanted, not only at that moment, but also from now on in their so dysfunctional, yet promising, path together.

"Yes, I do Cloud."

Cloud indeed was a demigod, eyes glowing with the powerful energy he had taken from Gaia itself, dark, violent, dragging him inside and Sephiroth accepted it. Sephiroth would inebriate himself with that powerful chemistry evolving them, penetrating under his skin. No dominance, no hesitation or threats, only them, dancing their song, closing past hurt feelings, clearing the way for possible new ones. New, reborn, and alive. Cloud smiled at him, in that way he usually did, not so openly as if that was a prize granted for few. And Sephiroth smiled at him, knowing he was the first of those supposed few ones.

"I love you, and I know you love me, you can't hide it from me."

"Yeah, and I'll fuck your brains out."

He grabbed Cloud's legs, wide-spreading them to burn him as he had demanded.

"Brace yourself."

The bed cracked under the floor, the frantic rhythm pushed them to the other corner of the room, near the window. Cloud was a vocal lover, a contrast of what he imagined and remembered at the same time, the noise probably heard from the room below them. Sephiroth did not care, it was perfect, it was intense, and it was their blessed bond. Them. Perhaps, they had sought that 'reunion' for all the time.

They came in a weird symphony of gruntings and cries, Sephiroth collapsed on top of Cloud, feeling his body numb, and heavy to move. "Furious climax. I knew it."

The young had his ear under Sephiroth's chest and listened to the man's heartbeats. "Alive. I knew I could bring you back."

They would pull the strings together, both could feel the power, the soft waves of dark energy hovering around them. Time passed slowly at Eorzea. It was twilight now, the sky was orange and purple. They were in bed for hours, ordered a meal because being Weapons or not, they still needed food. They traced a plan during their dinner, discussed it in the bathtub, and changed it again in bed.

Eventually, they felt thirsty and Cloud got out of the bed to have some water. He smiled at Sephiroth, who was staring at him laid in the bed with a leg crossed in the air, naked and flawless, a beautiful vision. From the bed, Sephiroth asked, veering his head to look at Cloud.

"Are you with me, Cloud?"

The young man gave a sip of his water and grinned back at Sephiroth.

"Forever. Let's crash some damned planets on this universe."

Sephiroth smiled back and patted the bed, calling the younger to join him. They would go again, and Cloud felt his nether parts stirring just to look at Sephiroth's mischievous smile at him. This time he would topping, as Sephiroth rolled onto his belly in the bed, and raised his hand for him to take. Cloud left the glass over the sink and joined his lover, kissing him passionately, giggling at Sephiroth's objections at what he had in mind, but eagerly indulging at it later. They have unleashed unknown things over Gaia, and in the future, the consequences would come, but they would solve it later.

~~/~~

After a while at the lobby, the bellboy received another package wrapped in black paper under the name of both Mr. S's, and it should be delivered as soon as possible, according to the instructions. The bellboy climbed the stairs and paced towards the last room at the end of the corridor. The sounds made him paused, but he was in a mission and followed to the room. Stopped in front of the door, the bellboy looked down at the package on his hands, admitted he wouldn't knock on that door, and left the package above the door sill. He rang the bell and ran away towards the safety of the stairs.

~~/~~

Reports from distant worlds told that after the green's night episode, Gaia's planet died. The Weapons did not save the planet this time but sealed it in an empty shell. Across the universe, they said the gods of fury were loose and soon would reach other planets with heavy swords and their brutal love.

Epilogue

Intense traffic and people wherever at you look, rushing to get at their homes, jobs, or merely wanting to soften a hard-working day. Rosso looked down at the streets from her window.

As soon arrived, she planned about working with her old abilities, but that new planet was such a land of opportunities. The natives were so manageable that she decided to relax, and trying control and power in another way. Vincent Valentine gave her another chance in life with that pass, and before coming back to her tasks, she wondered about him and the end of Gaia.

"What is done is done."

She became a success, Rosso the Crimson, was very well taken in the new society as a wealthy businesswoman, with a lot to offer from entertainment to special security solutions. Everybody loved good drinking and food, especially with an exquisite owner, and so she opened a restaurant. The restaurant, though profitable, still was a good cover-up for her less unorthodox methods to offer solutions.

Wednesdays were relatively calm nights at Rosso's, the new fashion restaurant in the city. Rosso was in her fancy red office when her employee called from the lounge about some clients, with no reservations that insisted on seeing her. She was expecting a delivery and thought that maybe it could be the messengers. When her clerk told her the names, she asked him to repeat, and not believing at the answer, hang off the phone, and went for the lounge, her beloved Gunblade already attached to her thigh under the sensual dress.

However, nothing prepared her for who she would meet at the lounge of her restaurant. Opening a large smile, Rosso welcomed them, truly surprised, waving her hand to welcome them at her establishment.

"Vincent Valentine, madam, and… boys. I would never believe this if you were not in front of my eyes. Welcome to Rosso's, it's a pleasure having you all here."

They greeted each other like longtime friends, strolled until the table, distinguished and exquisite. Rosso followed each one of them with her eyes, wondering that now, Earth would be incredibly funnier, and joined them.

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