Inept Desires Chapter 2: Impulses usually turn out to be a bitch, a final fantasy vii fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Final Fantasy VII characters.

Summary: Yazoo is still breathing after the explosion on top of the Shinra headquarters. The AVALANCHE decides to take him in and Cloud ends up getting stuck taking care of him. Yazoo is having some mind problems. Who could be causing them?

A/N: Thank you so much to the people who took the time out of their busy schedule to review my story.

I would also like to say that there will be a LEMON in this chapter with an unexpected pairing.

SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS OR ANY OCCNESS IN THIS!

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Inept Desires:

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Chapter Two: Impulses usually turn out to be a bitch:

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He whimpered. It was so blistering cold and it made him shiver viciously. He curled into the smallest ball he could muster and wrapped his arms around his knees tightly. He let out very choppy breaths that turned into a visible gas in the chilly air.

Whose smart idea was it to stay out in the cold anyway…?

He heard a twig snap and instantly sat up on his hand to observe his surroundings. He was terribly close to the small pod near the huge sea-shell-looking shelter. His bright emerald eyes scanned the area around him and only saw white trees.

What was he doing here…?

The Forgotten City…?

"Glad to finally meet you face to face".

That voice…just hearing it sent chills up and down his spine.

He turned around, rubbing his hand down his hip to find his gun holder. After a few seconds of not feeling it at all, he looked down and realized that he didn't have it or the gun he usually carried.

"Yazoo, don't be a difficult puppet".

He felt warmth breath tickle the back of his neck, making the hairs there stand up. Before he could turn around, he felt a pair of very strong and muscular arms secured themselves around his slim waist. That was followed with a firm head placed on his shoulder. He looked on his left and saw an obviously taller man with long silver hair and eyes the same color as him.

Was this some joke…?

"W-who are you?", he asked.

"If you must know, it's Sephiroth", the older man answered.

Sephiroth! But that's the…

"You're the one Cloud and others said was dangerous", he said.

"I'm not dangerous, puppet. They are. They are hindering us from using the full potential of our powers", the older man explained.

"Kadaj told me so…", the younger and smaller male sighed as he allowed himself to be held by the supposedly dangerous man.

"You'll be better than that puppet. You'll get Cloud", the silver-haired man said with a smirk as he gently gave the younger male a kiss on his neck.

The warm sensations shot down his spine and he slowly bit his lip. Why was he feeling this way…and why now…? He didn't want to have to deal with Cloud and the others anymore in that way. All he wanted right now was peace.

The older man behind him pulled him closer to him and the gunman felt the firmness of the dark angel's body. He could feel the heat rise to his cheeks which was the same heat he was trying to fight away. The dark angel trailed one of his hands down into the tight leather binding of his clothes. As soon as he felt the warm touch, he was frozen in place. The hand felt the every muscle of his abdomen as it traveled down to his lower stomach.

"You will help me right?", the persuasive general said with a small seductive smile as he breathed into the smaller male's ear.

Before the gunman could answer, a bright light flashed before them, blinding both of them. The general growled as he covered his eyes with his leather sleeve. He suddenly pushed the gunman forward towards the light and the gunman instantly turned around to catch at least one glimpse of the older man. Unfortunately, all he saw was the white light that consumed both of them.

"I'll see you again, puppet…".

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Opening weary and heavy eyelids, he woke up to a completely new morning. He scanned the foreign room he was in with a perfectly arched silver eyebrow. He looked down and noticed that he was obviously lying in a bed and was fully clothed in a simple white shirt and blue jeans.

Did Cloud dress him…?

"I see that you're awake…".

That's not…Cloud…?

The silver-haired male slowly turned his head to the right and spotted a man with long black hair and blood red eyes. He recognized him as the same man from Cid's airship. He also recognized him from the two accidents, both caused by him and almost got him killed, in the Forgotten City. The black-haired man stood inches away from him but he was still near his bedside.

"You…", the silver-haired gunman began softly as his eyes traveled down the older man's body. "Where am I?".

"At Cloud's house…fortunately, I'm merely babysitting until he gets back", the raven-haired man said with an irritated sigh.

"Oh…", the younger man said in a low tone as his eyes fell to look at his feet underneath the sheets.

Why couldn't he look at him…?

"Did you dress me?", he asked and the older gunman shook his head. "Oh…".

"Yazoo", the dark-haired man said, grabbing the green-eyed male's attention, "what do you plan to do now that you don't have your brothers?".

"I don't know. Kadaj was the backbone of everything we ever did, and without him, there's nothing left", he answered.

"Hn…", the ex-Turk said as he crossed his arms in front of him.

"You don't believe me?", the smaller male asked in a calm tone as he finally looked at the red-eyed man.

"I didn't say that but it's hard to believe anything coming from the puppet of a mass murderer", the older gunman said as he shifted his standing position a little.

"I haven't murdered anyone", the other man said with a slightly knitted eyebrow.

"You were going to though if we hadn't stopped you", the ex-Turk said.

The younger gunman sighed again and looked at his feet, "This mass murderer you guys speak of often…Sephiroth…he's-…ah!".

He suddenly felt a very familiar shockwave of pain burn into his skull. It sent chain reactions of pain through his veins and his hands shot up and gripped the sides of his head. He bit his bottom lip to block any sound from coming out.

"Naughty puppet, didn't I say not to say anything?".

"Why won't you just tell me what you want?", he asked.

He felt something tug his silver hair roughly and his glowing green eyes clenched shut in pain. He knew that it wasn't Vincent who was attacking him either. His head was throbbing, and with each strike of pain, all he wanted to do was cry out.

"Yazoo, what's wrong?", he heard the red-eyed man ask him but he couldn't answer.

He was frozen in place by his overwhelming pain. He felt a soft hand brush across his cheek. His eyes snapped opened and was blinded by the white light that met up with them.

He tried to focus them but it took a few minutes to do so. He looked around him and stopped right in his tracks when he caught a glimpse of a very familiar face. His long silver hair cascaded down his back in small silver rivulets. His face held is usual insane style to it. What shocked the gunman was that he wasn't even wearing a shirt but only his tight black leather pants with his exceedingly long Masamune attached to his waist.

"It's you…", the gunman said breathlessly.

"I had to stop you from telling our little secret", the general said.

"Secret?", the gunman repeated.

"That I'm inside of here", the general said as he walked up to the smaller male and poked him in the head.

"My mind?", the younger green-eyed male asked and the general nodded. "How did you-".

The older man placed his index finger on the gunman's mouth to hush him from saying the rest of his sentence. A smile appeared on his features. The gunman didn't like the gleam in the older man's eyes at all. He wondered if this is what the others had to look at from time to time.

"Hush, puppet, it's not complete just yet but you'll allow me to complete it, won't you?", the general said as he pressed his muscular body against the smaller male's.

"I will?", the gunman asked as the bigger man cradled him in his strong arms.

The general chuckled as he nodded, "Yeah, you will… frankly, because you have no choice".

Before the gunman could say anything else, the general crushed his lips against the other male's lips. The "puppet's" eyes widened to saucers as the general delved his tongue deep inside of his warm mouth. It seemed that the warmth of his mouth caused the gunman's body to react differently than others since his body turned into a block of ice.

The strong arms wrapped around his waist tightened and he was completely pressed against the older man's body. One of the general's hands snaked into his pants while the other one grabbed his zipper.

The swordsman unzipped the blue jeans and slid them off the lithe man's slim hips. The hand that was in his pants ghosted past the gunman's member that was growing more and more aroused with each passing second.

Yazoo let out a small groan into their kiss as he tried, with everything in his power, to push Sephiroth away from him but the older man wouldn't bulge. The general pulled away from their kiss and stared into the smaller male's angry green eyes.

"What's wrong? You don't like this?", the silver-haired man asked in a serious tone.

"No…", the gunman answered slowly.

"Hm…", the general said thoughtfully as he abruptly ripped himself completely from the smaller male. "If I remember correctly, I saw very intriguing images of you and that other gunman in the past dreams in your memory banks".

"I don't know what you're talking about", the gunman replied.

"You don't?", the general said as he pulled the smaller man back against his body by his arm. "May I remind you or should I let you wake up and get verbally or physically attack by Cloud?".

Man, this man confused him more than anyone else did in his life…

"Your choice?", the general asked as he leaned in so that their lips were barely touching.

"My choice…?", the gunman repeated as he stared at the older man's lips.

No one had ever let him decide on anything before. Not Kadaj…not Loz…not anyone. The only thing he had ever decided on was on what to say and even that was sometimes not available. He glanced from the dark angel's lips to his haunting, glowing emerald eyes that mirrored his.

Finally, after a few long minutes of thinking, the gunman nodded, making the swordsman smirk.

"Good choice, puppet…", the general purred as he slowly pressed his lips against the smaller man's again.

The gunman melted into the dark angel's touch. It didn't take long before the general had striped the younger male's shirt off and tossed it indifferently to the side. The gunman watched as it floated slowly in the white area they were in. The silver-haired man gently laid him down onto the surprisingly soft floor. Simultaneously as he did, a series of white feathers scattered around them.

Where did they come from…?

The silver-haired gunman opened his eyes and saw a black wing protruding from the general's naked back. The wing was black then why was the feathers surrounded them white? The gunman didn't have time to ask as the dark angel trailed some kisses down his neckline, ripping him away from thinking of anything but the pleasure and pain that was inevitably coming.

The swordsman slide the jeans the rest of the way down and caressed the bulge that was growing in the smaller male's underwear area. He quickly did away with those and was left with a naked erection.

Why was he willingly doing this…?

Even the younger green-eyed man didn't know as he started to kiss the general back with as much passion as he could muster while on his back. The dark angel shifted his wing so that it covered the smaller male protectively.

He used one hand spread the gunman's legs apart and pushed them up so that his knees were in the area and he was completely vulnerable. His hungry mouth was still on the younger male's flesh, kissing, licking, and sucking on it until he stopped at his very pale nipple.

The younger silver-haired male's veins were instantly set on fire as the general's warmth mouth sucked on the pink sensitive skin roughly, slightly but very tenderly biting it. The gunman found his legs wrapping around the older man's waist on their own accord and began to arch his back with the heating atmosphere.

He inhaled sharply when the dark angel abruptly pulled away. He watched as the older man sat on his bottom and beckoned him to come over. He didn't need to be told twice as he got on all fours and crawled over to him. The swordsman stopped him before he could kiss him again and pointed down at the obvious and huge bulge trapped in his leather pants.

Was he serious…?

He asked the same question with his eyes and the general nodded. He hesitantly reached down and freed the monster erection from the dark angel's pants and the dark angel pulled them off quickly. The gunman stared at the older man's hardened member and froze.

He heard the silver-haired man sigh and felt hands on his shoulders. He got the picture and shrugged the hands off his shoulders. He was still on all fours as he leaned down and hesitantly licked the member in his face, hearing a soft gasp from other man.

"Suck…", he heard the other man command hoarsely.

The gunman nervously moved his lips down and engulfed the whole thing inside of his hot mouth. This time, another gasp ripped from the older man's lips. He didn't know what he was doing and made up something.

He swirled his tongue around the shaft as he pushed the final inch inside of his mouth. He choked instantly and snapped his head, revealing a cock drenched with only saliva. He fell on his buttocks and frowned. He looked up at the general who pressed a firm hand against his small, frail chest. He fell backwards on his back and immediately sat up on his elbows to look at the general.

"Why did you make me do that if you didn't want me to finish?", he asked.

"Because Cloud is trying to wake you up and we have to make this quick, puppet", the dark angel answered as he guided his pulsing member towards his entrance.

Yazoo couldn't move, not that he wanted to, because of Sephiroth's hand that was pinning him down on the feathery ground. He stared at the swordsman for a long time before he suddenly plunged deep into his body.

"Ah!", the gunman choked as he instantly gripped the older man by his arms and legs.

The dark angel used the lubricant on his member to thrust inside of the writhing male beneath him as hard and as fast as he wanted. He was hoping that he didn't hurt him too badly simply because…what was the use of a broken puppet?

Very soon, the gunman began crying in pure bliss and threw his hips down to meet the swordsman's thrust. The black spots in his vision faded away and were replaced with white ones. He smiled and grunted as he felt the older man hit that good spot deep within him. He felt his own member becoming hard again but that didn't last for long because he climax all over himself and the general who was fucking his brains out.

"V…Sephiroth!", he cried out loudly.

Has Cloud or any of the others experience this…?

The question popped into his head as he heard the dark angel grunt loudly and felt that hot liquids filled him completely. He let out a relieved sigh as the silver-haired man placed his legs gently on the ground, not pulling out of him yet though.

Their bodies were slick with sweat and the gunman's liquids that coated their bellies. The younger green-eyed male was panting heavily and his heart was racing when it actually felt like it was soaring. The dark angel cracked a smile as he kissed a bead of sweat on his head.

"I will lend you my strength to fight off Cloud and Vincent", he said breathily.

The gunman nodded and as soon as he did the same white light that surrounded them consumed the image of the dark angle in front him. He sat up and reached out for the silver-haired man but he felt nothing but air. That was…until he felt something brushed against his cheek. He looked in front him and saw a small white feather fall into his lap.

He pondered on what just happened and questioned if what he did was right. It made his head hurt to think about it so he decided to drop it until another time. He brought his knees to his chest as he cradled his naked body.

Was what he did…right…?

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"I'm not going to say this again. WAKE UP!".

Yazoo sat up immediately. He had to blink a few times to get his vision right but he was able to see within a few seconds. He looked to his right and saw that Vincent wasn't there. He looked to his left and saw a very angry blonde man who was turning a cherry red with his boiling anger.

"Glad to see you're awake because you're going to have to shower now", the blonde said as he crossed his arms.

"Why?", the gunman asked as he stared at the blonde confusedly.

"Because you ejaculated on yourself and I'm not cleaning you up this time", the blonde answered.

"I see…", the gunman said sadly as he saw what the blonde was talking about.

The area where his member was was soaked and turned the light blue jeans to a darker blue color. He sighed as threw his legs off the bed and placed them on the woodened floor below. He looked at the blonde again.

"Where's Vincent?", he asked.

"He left…", the blonde replied. "Now, can I trust you to actually take a shower and not make a run for it while I make a phone call?".

"I wish to harm no one…", the gunman said.

"Vincent told me", the blonde said. "I'll show you where the bathroom is".

The gunman nodded and the blonde walked off. He followed him until the blonde stopped right in front of an open door. The silver-haired male looked inside of the room and noticed a huge glass mirror across the wall. He looked at himself temporarily before he looked down at his feet.

"If you try to leave, we'll find you", the blonde warned before closing the door behind him.

All I want is to be left alone…since no one wants to be bothered with me anyway…

He sighed sadly as he started to strip his clothing off. His mind was consumed by thoughts that too realistic dream he just had. Was it just some wet dream? It felt so real… All of the gunman's questions were answered he saw a faint red mark right above his nipple after he took his shirt off.

Oh, shit…

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A/N: Well, here's an update for you. You finally get to find out who's that mysterious voice in Yazoo's head and you get to find out who he really has feelings for. You'll find out even more when you review smiles. Until next time…