Disclaimer: I Do not own FF7, it's characters, or anything dealing with Square Enix. This is a work of literary fiction and I do not gain anything from it other than personal pleasure.

A/N: Here it is Mellon! I absolutely ADORE it! Had to do a bit of editing but, here it is! Enjoy everyone!

Yume had to admit it: She was nervous. Angeal was built...and if he was as large in other areas as he was on the rest of his body... this might be slightly painful.

Angeal noticed her hesitance. "Are you okay? If you don't want to... you know... I understand. I realize that I came on a little strong."

Yume scoffed and shook her worries away. "You haven't yet." She grinned. "But you will." She carefully stepped toward him, her mind racing to the outskirts of Kalm when his wing had appeared. Lifting her hand and wrapping her arm around him, she trailed her fingers down the spot on his back where the beautiful white feathers were hidden beneath his skin. "Does it hurt? When it comes out?"

Angeal shook his head, trying to hold to his control. It amazed him that this was so easy... letting go of his honor for a moment and doing what he had wanted to since she had the gall to call him a bitch. "No. Want to see it?"

Yume's breath caught and she nodded slowly. "Yeah... I do."

Angeal smirked and stepped away from her, his hands slowly removing the shoulder straps and leather armor he wore before lifting the dark, dark blue sweater over his head and revealing his broad, ridiculously toned chest and stomach. He chuckled when Yume's breath seemed to leave her all at once. "Watch." He whispered. He focused on extending his wing, smiling softly when it flooded through his skin and appeared behind him, the feathers lightly tickling at his shoulder.

"Oh fuck me..." Yume cursed to herself.

Angeal gave her a slightly evil laugh. "I plan to. But first... you're a bit over-dressed, don't you think?"

Yume blushed and nodded, suddenly shy now that Angeal was about a million times hotter than he was before. And he was hot enough to begin with! "Right..." She stuttered out. She turned her back to him, a mischievous thought flittering through her mind and washing away the insecurity and bashfulness.

Slowly, she began rocking her hips as she lifted her shirt over her head, her hands falling to her waist as the material fell to the floor. Her pants were next, hands shimmying down her thighs until she could bend at the waist and lift her feet out, giving Angeal a taunting view of her cotton-covered behind. She had barely straightened out when she was tackled from behind, her chest pressed tightly to the wall by the door.

"Not that that wasn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen... but I'm sorry, Yume. I don't have the control for that right now." Angeal panted in her ear, bucking his hips against her and letting her feel the beginnings of his desire.

Yume smirked. "Gotcha." She said. She knew that he wouldn't be able to resist giving in to that little temptation. "Can I at least turn around?" She asked, shoving her backside into his groin and causing him to groan and bury his face in her neck. It was kind of an awkward position, as he was much taller than her.

He pulled away after a moment, placing his hands on her hips and turning her to face him, capturing her against the wall as soon as she had fully turned. He hoisted her up and leaned down slightly, resting his brow against hers. "I want you to know... that I will try to be gentle with you." He murmured. He may be giving in to his basic instincts right now, but that didn't mean he had to behave like a brute and ravage her for his own pleasure.

Yume smirked. "I think I can handle it... but I appreciate it." With that she tilted her head up, her lips landing on the corner of his mouth. He let out a shuddering breath and turned his head for a full kiss, his tongue brushing hers as she prodded at the seam of his lips. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, a keen of pleasure leaving her when those soft feathers dances across her knuckles. She lifted her left hand, fingers trembling as she caressed across the smooth point at the top of his wing. Angeal shuddered.

"Oh Gods... I didn't realize how sensitive that is..." He shuddered again and bucked against her when she repeated the action. His own, much larger hand smoothed up her chest and between her breasts to cup the side of her neck and pull her up to him so that he could easily seal their mouths together again.

Yume sighed into his mouth, once again wrapping her arms around his shoulder tightly to give herself more leverage to thrust her hips into his impatiently. A loud tearing sound was the reward she got as Angeal used his enhanced strength to rip her bra from her torso, his hand fumbling with his belt and buttons before sighing in relief when he was able to push the restrictive material to his knees. He stepped away from her with a growl, kneeling as best he could and untying his boots. He removed them quickly, and then completely discarded his pants before hurrying to do the same for Yume. Instead of rising to her when he finished, he remained on his knees. His hands teased up her thighs and fingers hooked into the cotton panties that were the only thing that separated him from getting what he wanted most at that moment. Soon -though not soon enough in either of their opinions- the last obstacle was tossed aside. Yume would have thought that Angeal would stand up and lead her to the bed at that point... but in this case, she was okay with him proving her wrong. He looked up at her, staring with an intense gaze as he settled on his haunches and lifted her by the waist, encouraging her to place her thighs over his shoulders. He only looked at her for a moment as she panted in excitement, having guessed his intent.

"You're sure you want this?" He whispered.

Yume growled playfully. "Its a bit late for that, isn't it? Yes. Yes I want this. Please Angeal!" She said her breath catching in her throat when he smiled and did as she asked. She did ask so nicely, after all.

"Oh Gods..." Yume moaned, her head falling back to collide with the wall. Angeal chuckled as he slid his tongue inside of her, slurping and suckling before retreating to lap at her clit. He kept his pace languid, even though he knew that she was dying for release. He'd give it to her, but she was not going to come without him inside her.

"Angeal-" Yume panted, "please... let me touch you, too!"

He growled against her and gained his feet, pulling her down just in time to save her from bashing her head against the low ceiling and flipping her upside down. He slammed her hips against the wall, the tops of her thighs resting on his shoulders as his big arms wapped around her waist.

"Holy shit!" Yume gasped at finding herself upside down, Angeal's strength being the only thing keeping her from falling head-first onto the dirty motel room floor.

"Come on, Yume. Touch me!" Angeal encouraged.

Yume eyed his impressive erection. There was no way she could take him into her mouth completely, but thankfully it didn't appear as though it would cause her too much discomfort in other areas. She opened her mouth, sucking the tip to her lips and rubbing her tongue against him, trusting his hold on her enough to release one of his thighs and wrap her hand around what she couldn't engulf. He moaned into her heat, getting his feet in a solid stance and leaning his chest to the wall, effectively squishing her between himself and the cold sheet-rock without harming her.

Yume tried her best to keep up with him, tried to give him the pleasure that his mouth was giving her, but concentration was near-impossible. His tongue slid against her, in her, through her as the fingers of a large hand slipped across the back of her thigh to join his tongue's exploration.

"Take me now." She whimpered, struggling in his grip until he was forced to right her body. He held her against him, his length slipping between them to nestle between her thighs as he buried his face in her hair.

"One more time: Are you absolutely sure?" He offered her the last chance to walk away.

"Are you?" She returned, her voice dark and full of desire. "This is because of me, after all."

Angeal's answer was to turn from the wall, carrying her to the bed and laying her down with a tenderness that would have made a lesser woman cry. "Are you sure you're... ready?" He asked. He knew that she was wet enough... her juices were still covering his mouth, the breeze against his wet lips and chin feeling cool on his flesh.

"Yes. Yes, I'm ready!" She whimpered, scooting further onto the bed and parting her legs invitingly.

It was an invitation Angeal could not resist. He lowered himself over her, pulling on her knees and hooking her thighs around his own before pressing down to cover her with his body. He rested the tip of his erection against her opening, groaning at the heat that met him and bracing his elbows on either side of her head, effectively trapping her under him. With a shuddering breath, he pushed.

Yume whimpered in slight pain as she was stretched, the fullness she felt, uncomfortable at first.

"Alright?" Angeal said, sounding slightly winded.

"Yes." She answered with a choked breath. His thrust had ended with a brush against her sweet spot, causing her legs to tighten around him in an attempt to keep him there.

"Good." He said. "How do you want this? Do you want it slow?" He lazily thrust into her a few times, drawing himself completely out of her before easing back in, excruciatingly slowly. "Or hard?" His hips slammed down, impaling her all at once and causing her to cry out and arch against him.

"Fuck, Hewley!" She tried to snarl, though it came out as far too desperate. "Just fucking fuck me already!"

Angeal groaned and gave in, drawing out and sinking inside, his pace not as slow as before, though not as powerful as that last thrust. He set an even pace, his neck sagging from his shoulders as he leaned down to plant a searing, suffocating kiss on her red, swollen lips. She was moaning, rocking her hips into him as much as his larger frame would allow, her fingernails digging bleeding crescents into his biceps as each thrust glanced off of the special spot within her.

"Yume..." Angeal whispered her name, trying to hold on to his control long enough to see her through to climax. He wanted depth, but he knew that if he gave into it, he would finish too quickly. Not only did he not want to embarrass himself, but he didn't want Yume to be disappointed.

"Let me... let me ride you, Angeal." Yume panted when he gave her a moment to breathe. Spots danced across her vision, though whether from lack of oxygen at his brutal kisses, or the excruciatingly wonderful jabs at her spot, she wasn't sure. Angeal groaned at her request, sitting up and flopping backwards, pulling her up with him. His knees were still bent under him, his elbows holding him up off the bed as Yume climbed atop and mounted him, her insides easily giving way to his hard, hot length. In this position, she was able to comfortably plant her feet on the bed, giving her more leverage than just the undulation motion would allow. She rose up and fell on him again, her hands braced on his shoulders and lips violently suckling at his throat.

Angeal moaned into her hair, bucking up and forcing her to change position. He braced his feet on the bed, his shoulders digging into the mattress as his hands wrapped around her hips, holding her in place as he thrust up into her. It was maddening. He couldn't shake the need to have her in every position he possibly could. He didn't remain on his back for long. He surged forward, smirking at her shocked cry as she landed on her side. Straddling one of her legs, he pulled the other up tight against his chest and thrust back inside her again. The depth and force of his penetration wrenched a scream of delight from her throat, her hands fisting into the blanket under them as she turned her body to better arch against him. Sweat dripped down both bodies, glistening in the dirty yellow light from the bedside table as broken moans and harsh, panting breaths sounded through the stuffy air.

One of Angeal's arms held her leg tightly to his chest, the other hand dragging roughly down her smooth skin as he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing in hard, forceful and frantic circles against the engorged and straining bundle of flesh.

"Oh Gods, Angeal!" Yume cried out, her hands leaving the blanket to rest over his at her center. Angeal moaned when her insides tightened around him, laying out over her and pressing her leg to her shoulder, her knee hooked at the crook of his neck as he arched his body to take a neglected, pebbled nipple into his mouth. his teeth scraped against her and she screamed, back arching off of the bed and hands grasping his face, holding him to her as she trembled.

"I'm going to... Angeal, I'm-" She struggled to say, her hips shuddering under him and insides contracting, fluttering wildly around his steely flesh.

"Me too." He almost whined, abandoning her breast for her mouth, their lips touching just as the dam within Yume burst and she contorted, writhing and twitching, her hips caught between bucking closer for more, and trying to wriggle away from the almost-too-intense explosion of her orgasm.

"Fuck!" Yume sobbed, the word being swallowed by Angeal as he too began to shake. His moans were muffled by her lips, pouring down her throat. His hand left her center, giving the twitching flesh relief from the unbearable and overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Instead they fisted in her hair, yanking her mouth from his and forcing her head back roughly, lips and teeth attaching to the tender flesh of her throat as he sucked a dark purple bruise into existence. His moans became broken, steady rhythm faltering and hands leaving her hair to wrap under her arms and rest on her shoulders, pulling her body onto him with the force of a man that seemed to be fighting for his very life, rather than caught in the throes of passion.

With a final shudder and a snarl against her flesh, the explosion claimed him and he bucked wildly, shallow stabs paired with almost too-deep thrusts until with a heavy, shaking breath he collapsed on top of her.

Her hands lifted, fingers tangling in his dark hair after gently wiping the sweat from his brow. She held him to her chest, her racing heartbeat echoing in his ear as he fought to calm his own.

Gods, how long had it been for him? He felt as weak as a newly-hatched chocobo.

"Well... That was amazing." Yume said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, it was. So please don't say anything bitchy that'll ruin the moment?" Angeal gasped back, his breath finally beginning to calm.

Yume huffed. "I think you just did that." Then she grinned. "Aw, its alright. After something like that, I guess I can let you get away with some cunty attitude."

Angeal growled, thrusting his hips against her, his still-softening member bouncing off her inner wall and causing her to let out a gasp of almost-pain-maybe-pleasure. "Maybe you should consider your situation before being a brat."

"Good plan!" Yume choked out, finally relaxing when he backed off after hearing her words.

"Good. Glad we understand each other." He couldn't keep up his irritated facade for long. With a soft smile, he ran his fingers through her hair, sweeping it out of the way so that he could lay next to her and pull her into his arms.

"Oh, a cuddler. How sweet." Yume taunted good-naturedly.

"Yeah. A strong one. There's no way you can sneak out of here without waking me up. So just stay put and lets get some sleep, huh?" He chuckled.

"...I dislike men that are smarter than I am."

"I dislike women that cast spells on me in bars."

"Good. Lots of non-likeness. Night, Angeal."

Angeal chuckled again. "Goodnight, Yume."

After a few moments of silence Yume piped up again, "Geal?"

Angeal sighed deeply, letting her hear his irritation. "Yes, Yume?"

"You know my brother's going to kill you, right?"

He laughed a little, "Which one?" He joked.