Iv'e actually started a bit on this plot bunny. What do you think? (Split over two comments for length0
Sephiroth was pulled from his sleep as he felt his lover's mind slip into its feral state, the mixture of fury and arousal he could sense through their link making adreneline surge sympathetically through his own body.
"She's done something stupid, I don't know what, but I have to stop Cloud. You'd best get Tifa out of the way once I distract him, and arrange to have some meat heavy meal, with enough for two delivered as well, to calm him down." Sephiroth spoke to Vincent, the pale skinned man had seemed the more reasonable of the two that woman had ordered to keep him occupied while she was with his mate, and apparently the urgency in his voice got through to him, since he kept the dark skinned man from trying to stop him. It might have helped that Sephiroth left Masamune behind, but he knew the sword wouldn't be any help, would probably endanger him.
He didn't know where that woman had taken Cloud, but it didn't matter, he could sense the man just as he'd once been able to sense Jenova, the mother who'd planned to use him and throw him away. Only he knew Cloud would never throw him away, and so he ran to find him, and keep him from killing the woman he'd seemed to care for.
No one stopped him when he ran into the village inn, the locals all knew about his role in keeping their volatile protector stable and they weren't going to interfere when he wasn't even carrying his sword. Cloud wasn't in any of the downstairs rooms, as much a blessing as a curse, because from the bloody satisfaction coming down their link he was doing something that would have made someone try to intervene if they'd seen it. Sephiroth ran up the stairs seeking the sense of his lover's mind...except he didn't need to, he could smell the scent of blood from the hallway and he froze for a second as he caught sight of what had been hidden behind the door he threw open.
His mate had been systematically beating the dark haired woman to death, he'd obviously done something to keep her from speaking first, and now he glanced over at Sephiroth before dismissing him, and returning to what he'd been doing. Sephiroth swallowed, and focused on the burning, artificial arousal he coudl feel through their link, drawing it into himself and making it own, opening himself to the instincts the Planet had instilled in him to make him more acceptable to its Chosen.
He dropped his coat and belts on the floor as he stepped over to Cloud, kneeling just out of the way, and reaching up to tentatively touch his arm.
"Please Cloud...I need you." Cloud immediately dropped the woman, and turned to him, pulling him to his feet by the hair and bending him over backwards to kiss, tearing at his pants and literally tearing them off his body. His instincts told him to enjoy it, to purr in pleasure, when Cloud dumped him in the pool of blood from the interloper, but he forced himself to whine instead, letting a hint of fear enter his voice and scramble awkwardly away, remembering that he had to distract Cloud properly. But he froze when Cloud growled and whimpered in now-genuine fear, fear that he'd displeased his lover enough that he might demand Sephiroth accept another in their bed, that he'd failed in the task he'd been set. But Cloud seemed appeased, picking him up and tossing him over to a bed he hadn't noticed against one wall and following him, ripping his own clothes off as he did, lifting one of Sephiroth's legs and pushing into him, biting him at the base of the throat to keep him still.
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2006-05-16 04:16 (UTC)Sephiroth was pulled from his sleep as he felt his lover's mind slip into its feral state, the mixture of fury and arousal he could sense through their link making adreneline surge sympathetically through his own body.
"She's done something stupid, I don't know what, but I have to stop Cloud. You'd best get Tifa out of the way once I distract him, and arrange to have some meat heavy meal, with enough for two delivered as well, to calm him down." Sephiroth spoke to Vincent, the pale skinned man had seemed the more reasonable of the two that woman had ordered to keep him occupied while she was with his mate, and apparently the urgency in his voice got through to him, since he kept the dark skinned man from trying to stop him. It might have helped that Sephiroth left Masamune behind, but he knew the sword wouldn't be any help, would probably endanger him.
He didn't know where that woman had taken Cloud, but it didn't matter, he could sense the man just as he'd once been able to sense Jenova, the mother who'd planned to use him and throw him away. Only he knew Cloud would never throw him away, and so he ran to find him, and keep him from killing the woman he'd seemed to care for.
No one stopped him when he ran into the village inn, the locals all knew about his role in keeping their volatile protector stable and they weren't going to interfere when he wasn't even carrying his sword. Cloud wasn't in any of the downstairs rooms, as much a blessing as a curse, because from the bloody satisfaction coming down their link he was doing something that would have made someone try to intervene if they'd seen it. Sephiroth ran up the stairs seeking the sense of his lover's mind...except he didn't need to, he could smell the scent of blood from the hallway and he froze for a second as he caught sight of what had been hidden behind the door he threw open.
His mate had been systematically beating the dark haired woman to death, he'd obviously done something to keep her from speaking first, and now he glanced over at Sephiroth before dismissing him, and returning to what he'd been doing. Sephiroth swallowed, and focused on the burning, artificial arousal he coudl feel through their link, drawing it into himself and making it own, opening himself to the instincts the Planet had instilled in him to make him more acceptable to its Chosen.
He dropped his coat and belts on the floor as he stepped over to Cloud, kneeling just out of the way, and reaching up to tentatively touch his arm.
"Please Cloud...I need you." Cloud immediately dropped the woman, and turned to him, pulling him to his feet by the hair and bending him over backwards to kiss, tearing at his pants and literally tearing them off his body. His instincts told him to enjoy it, to purr in pleasure, when Cloud dumped him in the pool of blood from the interloper, but he forced himself to whine instead, letting a hint of fear enter his voice and scramble awkwardly away, remembering that he had to distract Cloud properly. But he froze when Cloud growled and whimpered in now-genuine fear, fear that he'd displeased his lover enough that he might demand Sephiroth accept another in their bed, that he'd failed in the task he'd been set. But Cloud seemed appeased, picking him up and tossing him over to a bed he hadn't noticed against one wall and following him, ripping his own clothes off as he did, lifting one of Sephiroth's legs and pushing into him, biting him at the base of the throat to keep him still.