Butterscotch suckers are yummy. Hmm, my author's note seems to be a bit lacking, nothing interesting has happened today.

Anyway, in this fic I'm going to bounce between the pairings for a bit until it all sort of comes together.

Depeche Mode is so fucking cool!

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"Are you sure you can make it?" Cloud asked as he brought Sephiroth's clothes to the man. He couldn't bring himself to look away when Sephiroth stood, the sheet falling from the man, revealing all. Those perfectly chiseled muscles rippling as the platinum blonde approached him.

Sephiroth just smirked at Cloud, getting closer than necessary to get his clothes from the blonde. His hardening length brushed against Cloud's stomach. Slowly, he rubbed his manhood against the soft fabric, bringing it to full hardness. "I've wanted you for a long time Cloud," he hissed softly in the blonde's ear, pulling his clothes from Cloud's grasp, letting them drop to the floor beside himself. With a smirk, he leaned down, his lips a breath away from Cloud's, the ex-Soldier coming to meet him in a kiss.

"Are you guys done yet!?" Yuffie yelled, barging into the room. Her eyes went wide when she saw a fully naked Sephiroth standing barely an inch away from Cloud who quickly leapt back. She gapped like a fish before slamming her eyes closed and fumbling for the door, slamming it closed as she fled.

"I suppose this means I'm not going to get that kiss?" Sephiroth smirked and was met with a cold glare. "Could you at least get my clothes? I can barely walk let alone bend," he explained, gesturing to the pile beside him.

Cloud glared again but none-the-less picked up the clothes. He tried his best not to watch as Sephiroth struggled to get dressed but found it hard not to.

"This is not my shirt," Sephiroth commented after he slipped on his pants and boots and grabbed an unfamiliar shirt from the pile. He slipped the tight t-shirt on anyway, pulling his long hair free from the collar using his uninjured arm. "Nor is this my coat," he commented again, slipping on the long black trench coat that was a touch too small for him.

"Your shirt and coat were ruined," Cloud said, trying his best not to notice how good Sephiroth looked in a skintight tee and tight trench coat. "Do you think you can make it down stairs on your own?" He asked and didn't believe the man when the blonde nodded his head. His phone rang just as Sephiroth slipped on the way down the stairs, he ignored the ringing in favor of helping the platinum blonde man down the stairs, he would call them back later.

xXx

Vincent woke up naked, warm, and in a strange room. He moved to sit up and was met with a groan of protest. His head whipped around and he saw a very naked Cid lying beside him, the pilot's arm wrapped firmly around his waist. Carefully, he tried to move the man's arm only to have it wrap around him tighter.

"Stop moving," Cid said gruffly, holding Vincent tighter. His brilliant blue eyes cracked open, when he saw who it was he was holding, he just grunted and promptly closed them again. "Think later, sleep now," he growled and yanked the covers over his head, releasing Vincent in favor of hiding from the harsh morning light.

Vincent slipped from the bed just as a phone went off, he looked around the room until he found his pants, only to find that it wasn't his phone ringing. "Cid, your phone," he said and received a rough grunt from the pile of blankets. With a sigh, he picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Vincent?" Cloud's voice floated over the phone and Vincent gave a "hmm" of acknowledgement. "We need you and Cid to come down to the Church as soon as possible."

"I will wake Cid up and tell him," Vincent said and he and Cloud quickly said good-bye. "Cid, Yuffie's cooking."

"THAT LITTLE…!!!" Cid roared and shot up from his blanket cocoon. "Damnit Vince! You shouldn't say stuff like that!" He snapped and grabbed a lighter and a cigarette from the bedside table, lighting up. "Who was on the phone?"

Vincent grabbed his pants and slipped them on. "Cloud, we need to get down to the Church as soon as we can," he said, searching for his shirt. "Have you seen my shirt?"

Cid just pointed at the black object over in the corner of the room and slipped from the bed. Still naked, he stretched, his muscles rippling as he did so, his back cracking. Taking a long drag from the cigarette between his lips, he pulled his pants out from under the bed.

Soon the two were fully dressed, Cid with a small round bruise from where the business end of the Cerberus had been pressed when he had tried to keep Vincent's cloak from the gunman.

"You're too hot to keep wearing that thing," Cid commented, rubbing the bruise on his temple.

"Perhaps I'm keeping it on to hide that from everyone else but you," Vincent retorted, having a half-truth in his words. Cid was the only one he had ever let see his face since he had locked himself in the coffin.

xXx

Cloud ended up supporting Sephiroth for half the trip to the Church. He let go of Sephiroth and walked into the pool. Once in the center, he turned to face Sephiroth, giving the man a nod.

Almost cautiously, Sephiroth stepped into the pool. Slowly walking towards Cloud, his skin almost burning as the water seeped through his clothes. He bent forward as much as he could, bowing his head to allow Cloud to pour water onto him. Intense pain racked his body, causing him to suddenly jerk forward, falling to his knees, his face barely out of the water.

"What the fuck…" Cid said when he and Vincent entered the church just as Jenova's tainted mako energy burst from Sephiroth who roared in agony, the man's head snapping back as his body arched in pain.

Years of pain and suffering were being ripped from his body. All of his hatred towards the planet melted, leaving only an intense hate for Hojo and Shinra. "Lucrecia," he forced out as memories flashed before his eyes, "she is my mother, not Jenova." Suddenly the pain stopped, but he didn't feel weak from pain, he felt new.

"I'm not a doctor, but that doesn't look good," Cid commented, pointing at the now bright red water. "And I expect a fucking explanation!" He snapped when Barret rushed to help Cloud lift Sephiroth who had fallen unconscious. "I need a medical transport now!" The pilot yelled into his phone scaring whatever crewmember had answered it in the sickbay.

Within minutes a medical transport team was loading Sephiroth onto the Shera.

xXx

"Where's Cloud?" Cid asked, walking into the kitchen area for dinner. "I haven't seen him since Sephiroth got into the sickbay."

Tifa looked up from her cooking and smiled. "He hasn't left Sephiroth's side all day," she said with a small smile before going back to her cooking.

"He's got it bad," Cid laughed and leaned against the table.

"He's not the only one," Tifa laughed when Vincent walked into the room, leaning against the counter as close as he could get to Cid without crawling into the man.

Cid was about to retort when she pulled out a tray of hot, fresh chocolate chip cookies. When he went to grab one, Tifa rapped his knuckles with a wooden spoon, making him jerk them back.

"You can have one after everyone else has," Tifa said firmly and smiled warmly at Vincent, "Vincent, you can have one once they cool down."

Cid gapped at the woman. "It's my airship!" He yelled as if that meant anything important.

"You still have to wait until everyone else has one," Tifa smirked and handed Vincent a cookie.

Vincent pulled down the collar of his cloak and took a bite of cookie, then he kissed Cid, slipping that bit of cookie into the pilot's mouth, his tongue lingering a moment.

"Bring this to Cloud and Sephiroth," Tifa said and handed Cid a tray with two bowls of soup, two cups of tea, and a few cookies. "They must be starving by now."

xXx

Once again Sephiroth awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar room, naked, and bandaged. But this time, there was a familiar face sitting beside his bed. Slowly, he propped himself up on his uninjured arm, looking at Cloud, the ex-Solider looked so innocent and young asleep. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Cloud's in a soft, quick kiss before laying back down just as the man began to wake.

Cloud opened his bright blue eyes and found Sephiroth staring at him, warmth lingering on his lips. "Did you kiss me?" He asked, making Sephiroth smirk.

"And if I did?" Sephiroth asked with a fake innocent look in his eyes, which was offset by the smirk gracing his lips. "You were my reason," he said quietly, his smirk falling away. "You were why I wanted to be healed."

Cloud's eyes went wide at these words. "Why?" Was all he could manage.

"Because I'm in love with you," Sephiroth said and sat up, pressing his lips to Cloud's. "I have been since we first fought side-by-side in Soldier," he whispered against the blonde's lips.

"Room service!" Cid yelled as he kicked open the door, tray balanced in his hands. "Lovey dovey shit later, eat now so I can get my damn cookie!"

Vincent just stood in the doorway and chuckled softly at the pilot's words. Cid's brashness never ceased to amaze him nor did the fact the blonde man never seemed to care what anyone else thought about him or what he said. Cid was Cid and that's why he had fallen so hopelessly in love with the aviator.


My neck and shoulders are so fucking stiff and knotted; I would kill right now for a massage.

I just counted all of my self-inflicted scars and I have over 100 of them, all old!

Sirin, I love ya babe!