Inept Desires Chapter 4: Control, 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: After a very long time, here is a new chapter for this story. Yay! I don't know how long I'm going to be able to update my other stories though. Well, anyway, please read, enjoy, and review.

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Inept Desires:

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Chapter Four: Control:

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Yazoo lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt his eyelids getting heavy and shook his head to keep himself awake. He rolled over and stood up from the bed, stretching his body and letting the towel fall off his body.

No one was around so why did he need a babysitter? He hadn't run away ever since Cloud left and no one has been with him. He sighed, knowing that they still didn't trust him no matter what he did or didn't do.

"There are some clothes for you in Cloud's room. It's down the hall. It's the first door on the right", he heard Sephiroth say to him.

By now, he was used to the ex-general's voice in his head. He just nodded and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his body again as he walked down the hall. As soon as he came by the first door on the right, he looked at it and saw a note attached to it.

He just looked at it and read it, and it said:

"To: Yazoo,

I laid out some clothes for you in my room. Just open the door and you'll find it lying on the bed. Don't touch any of my stuff. I'll be back soon to see.

Cloud"

Sighing again, he twisted the doorknob and opened the door. He walked into the dark room and saw some clothes on the bed just as the note from Cloud had said. He went over and looked at them. They were all black even the underwear was black. He sat on the bed and began to put the clothes on, taking his time.

He was glad that Sephiroth was leaving him alone for the moment. Once he was fully dressed, he grabbed the towel and put it back in the bathroom. Not having anything else to do, he sat on the bed and stared in boredom at the floor. He looked over his shoulder at the clock, seeing that it was five 'o' clock.

His stomach growled and he looked around to see if he could see a kitchen. Standing up again, he wandered around, eventually running into a kitchen where he found another note.

"To: Yazoo,

I don't have any food for you, but I'm planning on getting some today. You're welcomed to the drinks though. Vincent volunteered to get you something.

Cloud"

The gunman looked in the refrigerator, seeing that it was almost empty. It had a pitcher of water, juice, and liquor as well as bottled water and juice. He closed the refrigerator door, not caring about any of those drinks.

As soon as he closed the door, he heard a knock on the door, making him jump a little. He exited the kitchen and went to the door to the house. He looked through the peep hole and saw Vincent by himself with a bag in his hand. He felt his heart stop.

Where's Yuffie..?

He calmed himself down and unlocked the door, opening it as well. The black-haired man walked in, locking his blood red eyes on the other gunman as he walked in and catching his alluring scent with his nose. The silver-haired male closed the door and locked it. He turned around and saw that the red-eyed man had his back turned to him.

"Where's Yuffie?" he asked, getting the older gunman's attention.

"She's coming later. She had to do something", the older man said emotionlessly as he threw the bag at the younger male. "Here".

The silver-haired gunman caught it in his arms and looked back the dark-haired man with grateful eyes.

"Thank you", he said.

"You're welcome", the ex-Turk replied.

Yazoo walked towards Vincent with the intention of passing him to get to the guest bedroom. But as soon as he got close to the older gunman, he felt a sharp jolt of pain enter his skull. He fell forward onto the red-eyed man who caught him in his arms. The silver-haired man shook his head, trying to shake the pain out of his head.

Sephiroth, if this is you then get out of my head. I'm not doing anything.

"And that's the problem…", he heard the ex-general reply. "Let me show you how it's done".

No…

"Yazoo?" he heard the black-haired man call him out of his thoughts.

He looked up at ex-Turk, looking into the crimson orbs. His body moved on its own accord and he felt his body rise upward a bit on his toes, lifting his chin up and bringing their lips very close. The silver-haired male tried everything in his power to gain control of his body but it was too late. Before the ebony-haired gunman could move him, he reached upward and pressed his lips against the taller man's soft lips in a slow and passionate kiss, dropping the bag of food on the floor.

The younger man watched as the older man's blood eyes widened to saucers and felt the older gunman's hands on his chest, attempting to push him away. With a strength that wasn't his own, the lithe male grabbed the ex-Turk's hands, preventing them from pushing him. His aqua green eyes began to glow in another light, a lust-filled light, and his pupils narrowed to slits almost like a feral animal.

The dark-haired man took notice and continued to try to push the smaller man back, but just as the silver-haired man's tongue wrestled his rougher his grip on his wrist grew rougher, making him groan as his wrist cracked under the pressure. The oxygen left the older gunman's lungs quicker than he would've like, and for his benefit, the younger gunman pulled away with mischievous smirk on his effeminate features.

"You are very intriguing", a voice that wasn't the silver-haired male's voice but it was his voice said as the red-eyed man back away, sliding his hand in his gun holster. "I don't know why I never took interest in you. But unfortunately, my existence here is merely for Cloud".

The black-haired man glared at the silver-haired one, aiming his gun at the other man's head, "Sephiroth, I know it's you".

"Another reason why I like you", the silver-haired gunman smirked as he disappeared in thin air, leaving a trail of aqua-colored mist in the air.

Vincent, with his gun cocked, called on the power of Chaos, his inner demon, to assist him. His blood red eyes turned a bright golden color, and automatically his sense of hearing and sight heightened at a phenomenal rate.

He could feel Yazoo's presence around, hearing footsteps and laughter but every sound of movement kept getting muffled by his own heartbeat. He shook his head hard, and his eyes returned to normal. Just as that happened, his sense of hearing and sight returned to normal and marked his first mistake.

He felt a sudden push on his chest that sent him flying onto the nearby couch, but he didn't go down easy. As he fell backwards, he shot a few times at whatever he could hit before him even though he didn't see anything.

As soon as his back hit the couch with his eyes closed because of the impact, he felt someone straddle him waist. Snapping angry and frustrated crimson eyes open again, he saw the silver-haired man on top of him with a smirk still plastered on his features. The younger gunman's hands were on his belt and started removing it with rapid pace.

The older gunman's black eyebrows narrowed in anger and he pulled the trigger to his gun, letting the bullet fly right by the lithe male's ear. He watched as the silver-haired male's aqua green eyes didn't seem affected at all and aimed the gun at his chest while the younger gunman was unzipping his pants.

"Get…off…me…now before I shoot you", the red-eyed male hissed through gritted teeth.

"Why didn't you shoot me before?" the silver-haired man asked, looking up at him with blank eyes.

"Because I had it aimed at your heart and your death isn't my kill. It's Cloud's", the ex-Turk snarled, putting his finger over the trigger once more. "Now move".

"You won't shoot me…", the aqua-eyed male said as he placed his hands on the older gunman's hips.

"Tch…", was the only thing the raven-haired man said before he pulled the trigger and shot the crazed silver-haired man in the arm, completely missing his chest on purpose.

Yazoo hissed as a new pain blew through him; this time in his arm. He grabbed his wounded arm, feeling the blood pour out of it. He shook his head and suddenly, he could feel control over his body, making the pain greater. He bit his lip as he rose from Vincent and sluggishly got up from the couch.

Vincent took notice that the other gunman's eyes seemed different. Frantically, he zipped his pants and put his belt back on as he stood up. He came to the lithe male's side, seeing how nasty the wound was. He looked at it indifferently though because he was already used to seeing all sorts of gun shot wounds.

"Just apply pressure to the wound and I'll clean it and get you a bandage", he said in a comforting voice as he looked at the other gun-slinger whose head was lowered.

Just as the dark-haired man turned away, the silver-haired man reached out for him, "Wait, Vincent. It wasn't m-".

He was cut off by a great deal of pain that ripped through his skull. He cried out and fell to his knees, making the other male gasp.

"Didn't I tell you not to say anything? Now, I'm just going to have to punish you…".

No…leave me alone…

"Too late to say that now, puppet".

He felt another and stronger jolt of pain entered his cranium, prying another effective yell of agony from his lips. The ex-Turk ran away, searching Cloud's house for healing supplies rapidly, hearing the other gunman's yells constantly.

The pain kept shooting into the silver-haired male's head; each jolt getting stronger. Soon, he found himself on his hands and knees panting heavily and waiting for his body to allow him to pass out. The pain was that great.

"Only I decide when it's time for you to pass out. I control your body".

Once the red-eyed man found the healing supplies, he ran out and saw the other gunman on the ground squirming viciously in pain. He heard a knock on the door and growled in agitation.

"It's opened", he called as he tried to pin the lithe male down.

The door opened and in came a girl with short black hair. She looked confusedly over at the ex-Turk trying to pin the silver-haired man down.

"Vince…", she began, walking forward.

As she grew closer, she saw the silver-haired gunman squirming wildly on the floor even with the ex-Turk's grip on his wrists. She saw blood and smelled gun power and instantly came to their side.

"Vince, did you shoot him?" she asked nervously, staring at the squirming boy.

The black-haired man would've replied with a smart remark but the other gunman's constant and ear-piercing screams prevented him from doing so. He merely nodded, hearing her gasp.

"Oh my gosh! Is he gonna live?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, Yuffie…", was all that the dark-haired gunman muttered.

Yazoo couldn't hear a thing, only the voice of Sephiroth in his head. He felt Vincent grip his wrists and knew that wouldn't control him for long.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

Yes…

"Good".

The raven-haired man was left with no other choice to pin the silver-haired man down. The bleed was seeping out of the wound freely now since the wounded gunman wasn't holding it. Reluctantly, he got on top of the lithe male, pinning him down with his own hips and body. Yuffie stared in shock.

But as soon as he did pin the aqua-eyed male down, he saw that the younger gunman had stopped moving and his eyes were closed in a relaxed fashion. The smaller male's head was tilted to the side as he slipped into unconsciousness. After seeing this, the ex-Turk sighed in both relief when he felt that the other gunman was still breathing and in frustration.

He looked over his shoulder back at Yuffie who just stood there as he dismounted the smaller man.

"Could you hand me those healing items please?" he asked softly.

"Oh, ok!" she nodded and complied, handing him whatever he wanted.

She watched as he cleaned the deep gun wound. The bullet had gone through the skin. She looked over on the couch to see a small amount of blood on it. She started to walk away.

"I'll help you clean up the blood, Vince", she said, skipping off to go get the cleaning items.

When she returned, the red-eyed male had the silver-haired one in his arms with his wound cleaned and bandaged. He walked away slowly, heading to the single guest room which was the unconscious man's room.

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He wandered aimlessly through pathway to Mt. Nibel all by himself. With jet black hair and dark blue eyes, the boy looked younger than he acted. He was a quiet, calm, and young boy, never really talking to anyone in his hometown. He was a loner and only knew his parents even at the age 15.

Being alone made him curious of the world around him instead of being curious about the people around him. He heard many stories of the monsters and frights at Mt. Nibel. Growing up, he was constantly taught how to defend himself either by the bullies in town or by his father who trained him. When he was really by himself in his home, he would take out his father's gun and play target practice with it, fancying it more than a measly sword.

Now, he was facing the many danger of the pathway to Mt. Nibel but so far he hadn't encountered a single monster. With his gun cocked and ready, he cautiously put one foot in front of the other; his blue eyes rapidly shifting as he scanned the area around him.

It was quiet…too quiet. The only thing he heard was the winds. The same winds that blew his long jet black hair to and fro in the air.

Why was he here? He didn't know and asked that same question over and over again with each step forward. The only answer he could come up with as he stood at the entrance of the enormous mountain was that he was a true dare devil and an idiot for coming here.

Before he could enter the mountain, however, he heard a huge gush of wind and the sound of flapping wings. The sound hurt his ears and he knew whatever it was flying near him was huge when he was almost knocked off his feet by the stronger winds that blew past him.

He grunted as he tried his best to stay on his feet, looking around him. He stopped moving when his eyes caught the sight of a huge dark shadow on the mountain that took up almost half of the mountain itself.

Suddenly, he simultaneously heard a loud thud and felt the ground shake beneath him, knocking him on his bottom. He got up quickly though and dusted himself off. Slowly turning around with his fingers on the trigger, he heard a series of fierce, loud, and low growls. It seemed like his spine was frozen by a huge block of ice from the chilling winds around him when he laid eyes on a pair of piercing red ones. The creature in front of him had huge and vast wings and its skin was green. It was four-legged with scales covering its body from head to toe to tail, and it had huge and many pointy teeth.

He gulped and whispered, "Dragon", recognizing the creature.

Suddenly, it roared and charged forward, pounding its paws on the ground and shaking the boy up a bit. The boy shook his fear away and aimed the gun at the dragon's head. He obviously wasn't completely on guard when out of the blue the dragon's right claw swung and slashed him on his side, breaking bones and tearing flesh, leaving a deep gash on the boy's lithe body. He cried out in pure pain, coughing up blood in the process as he flew into the mountain. Using what little energy he had left, he pulled the trigger to his gun and shot the creature that was coming after him in the head and kept pulling it until he collided into the mountain, feeling his back crack under the pressure.

He coughed out more blood as his back arched to flow with the shape of the mountain. He heard the dragon roar in pain and saw, when his eyes snapped open from the pain, the creature fall over with a loud thud that rocked the ground, slowly breaking it under the pressure. His gun flew out of his hand. It seemed like the collision went in slow motion as he felt a great amount of blinding pain that should've killed him but he was still breathing as he slid down the mountain.

"Now, I see…why…", he muttered as he closed his eyes; his head going forward and bringing his body down with it, sliding down the mountain head first.

All he saw was black before he could even reach the ground.

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"His wounds seemed to be healing well. His body will be perfect for my experiment"

Ugh…

He woke up with a groan, hearing the sounds of bubbles.

Bubbles…?

He opened his dark blue eyes and saw that he was in a pod of some type that was filled with a clear green liquid. There was a mask over his nose and lips that allowed him to breath. He was naked and very uncomfortable about being in such a tight place. He saw that his wounds had healed and questioned how long he had really been out.

He leaned forward and observed his outside surroundings, seeing that he was in a laboratory because of the computers and machines, etcetera. He looked around the pod to see anything that would help him get out. There was none and in a fit of rage he pounded on the glass.

"Oh, it seems my test subject is awake".

He looked around to see the source of the voice and stopped when his eyes lay on a man with long black hair that was in a ponytail. He had a cruel smirk on his face and it frightened the black-haired boy. He continued to pound on the glass and the roof of the pod to see if he could break it somehow with his fists, seeing that he was stripped of his gun as well.

"Stop it, boy. Don't waste your energy. You'll need every…last…drop of it to live", the man hissed.

The man's voice was kind of muffled because of the water and how he was panicking, causing the bubbles to rise and fill his ears with their sounds. He kept pounding the glass and saw how the man dressed in a white jacket like a scientist rolled his eyes.

"What is your name, boy?" the scientist asked as he leaned over and pressed a button on the area of the pod.

The boy ignored the man and stopped moving when he heard the sound of machinery below him. Looking down, he saw four black tentacle-like things sprout from the bottom of the pod. Frightened, he frantically kicked his legs but unfortunately for him two of the tentacles latched onto his legs and spread them apart, putting his private parts on display to lecherous eyes.

"Please…let me go…", he begged and clawed weakly at the tentacles, causing bubbles to come from his mask.

The scientist didn't hear him at all through the glass and smirked as he looked the trapped boy up and down.

"I told you so but you wouldn't listen. Now I'll have to punish you", the scientist said as his grin broadened.

The black-haired youth didn't like the sound of that at all. He clawed at his bindings harder but nothing happened. Suddenly, the last two tentacles latched onto his wrists and yanked his arms upward, spreading and stretching his body out completely to the perverted older male.

The teen shook his head and pleaded with his eyes to be set free, but the scientist shook his head. The youth felt naked and violated and immediately regretted even coming to Mt. Nibel. He wished he was home with his parents. He felt his eyes water but the mysterious liquid swiped it away.

He heard two more tentacles sprouted from the bottom of the pod and looked down, seeing one of them slithered between his spread legs. His heart stopped beating and his blue eyes widened to saucers as he looked at the amused scientist with frightened eyes. Once the scientist locked eyes with him, he shook his head, pleading again and feeling the tentacle come close to his manly areas.

The scientist shook his head once more and said, "You have no control here, boy. You'll learn to love this and you'll learn to submit to me like my other test subjects".

Other test subjects…?

The second tentacle snaked up the back of his right thigh while the other one grew closer to his member. Suddenly, with a force that both shocked and pained the bounded teen, the second tentacle forcefully pushed into the tight ring of muscle that was the boy's virgin entrance. He screamed, hearing and seeing the bubbles go wild before his eyes. The other tentacle curled around his member tightly and slowly began moving up and down the length, making him bit his lip. His dark blue eyes filled with both pain and pleasure as they closed.

The scientist had pulled up a chair, sat down, and got comfortable as he watched the sight before him in utter lecherous pleasure. He had heard the boy scream but barely and the sound made him snicker a bit.

"You have no control here, boy", the man repeated with a smirk.

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A/N: Well, there you go. I hoped you enjoy reading this chapter and please, please, please review. Thanks.