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"g...Genesis-!" That name almost like a prayer on his lips, so softly spoken, and he tilted his head to the side so that the other could have more access to him. The praise from both his voice and whatever physical attentions he was receiving was completely unraveling his usual stoic calm. Sephiroth would only be this way around him, and it was already an effort to get him this far. No other soul was to see this more vulnerable and open side of himself. Outside these doors, he would return to being that General they all saw him as. So noble, untouchable. Yet, right now in this moment he was allowing said touch of another, and desperately wanting much more of it.
"I wanted to watch you work... Our enemies couldn't hold out for long. Your skills are nearly immeasurable compared to to theirs." He raised a hand up to take that chin into his palm, and force the other to look his way as he nearly growled out his next words; lust oozing from his sharp tone. "To watch you rip them apart... I would have taken you right there." His pupils were already blown so wide, and there was this urge building inside of him; a want to be on his knees for him.
@hoshinierabareshimono
Every brush of lips was a jolt of electricity, Sephiroth’s responsiveness, the hunger in his gaze and touch intoxicating and instantaneously addictive.
Sephiroth’s lips were soft and silken, and as Genesis continued to kiss them with the intent not merely to taste, but to drink in his very essence, he berated himself for every day, every moment he had denied them both such sublime bliss.
“It’s too late for such transparent lies,” he chided Sephiroth, gaze knowing and fond. “We both know that battle was virtually over by the time you graced us with your presence.”
And it was his complete certainty of what he knew to be true that permitted him to soften his words with a quick kiss to Sephiroth’s lips.
“Nevertheless,” he continued, “I certainly enjoyed your undivided attention. I felt your eyes on me as I fought, you know? How, dare I say, enraptured they were, how scorching in their scrutiny. It’s why I’ve come to show you that it’s mutual – all of it.”
The respect, the adoration, how mesmerized he was by Sephiroth’s every movement, by his lethal grace – and not merely that: Never would he tire of Sephiroth’s company, of that brilliant mind and charming dry wit.
Although Genesis wouldn’t reduce such ardent sentiments to meaningless drivel by voicing them aloud, there was no denying that he loved Sephiroth as much as he desired him, if not significantly more so.
And so, he poured them all into open-mouthed kisses to Sephiroth’s neck and jawline, into lingering caresses and sensual nips.
Reverent hands slipped beneath black leather suspenders, mapping out Sephiroth’s pale, chiseled chest with the diligence of an explorer, the devotion of a priest.
“You are a work of art,” he murmured in Sephiroth’s ear. “Magnificent. Perfect. And yet, you alone are to be credited for every facet of your splendor.”
And he drew Sephiroth’s earlobe between his lips and lightly sucked on it.
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"................" That touch to his cheek had him immediately freezing, and he locked eyes with her as she continued to speak. There was no reason for him to be acting like this, and he could not understand any of it. Here was his sworn enemy. The very threat of his coming to power, dominion over this world and others. Right in his sights, how quickly he could end it, just like the other's he had so effortlessly done. So, why was it not even a thought in his head to do so, now? Why did he leave his blade in that space he could always reach?
"...Countless times has your last breath been taken. Countless more will come. Yet, here I am without any air in my lungs... throat dry, and chest beating too fast. What have you done to me, Aerith?" There must have been some kind of spell she cast on the door, he thought, because no logical explanation could be had for why his wants seemed to be changing. He could not stop staring at her lips, her gentle eyes, or enjoy the feeling of that soft hand on his face.
@phantasiiae
So it seems he's at a loss for words.
Aerith can't say that it doesn't make her a little smug, especially with the way he is so blatantly looking at her mouth. She can't really pretend to understand his motivations or his wants or desires all of the time, but she thinks she knows him well enough by now to hazard a guess. Sephiroth is here for her...but likely for a reason other than what she originally thought. The lack of sword, the way he seems to be tripping over himself...it's quite clear, isn't it?
"Uh huh...is that what you're telling yourself?" is what she says after a few moments, leaning up on her toes so that there is scarcely any space between them. "It's okay to admit that you're feeling things you're not familiar with. I mean, it was bound to happen eventually, right?"
A hand moves to rest on his cheek, and she tilts her head as she looks into his eyes, more curious than anything. She doesn't do anything else, though, just waiting to see what his next move will be. "You're not acting like yourself at all, you know."
@hiislegacy
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Cloud was almost startled by the sudden appearance of that wing, but immediately did he calm down, once he noticed it was just to curl around him. That sort of embrace was just as needed as the closeness that they were currently sharing. He thought for a moment that perhaps bringing up his friends was a mistake, but he would stick by it, needing to know the answer.
So, when he was promised that they'd be fine, his mind was put at some bit of ease. The worry of all that had been silenced, and he now had the appropriate amount of time to think on what else was said. Of the way he was handled and turned towards the other, or of the touch against his chin. He was so enraptured by the other, despite everything else wanting him to not be, and blissfully ignored the warnings. It was a no brainer that something as simple as a kiss would be the way to show it to him. Still, Cloud was quite nervous over that, as he's not ever done so with another, but decided to fight through this bout of anxiety.
With a short nod, he waited a single beat, before he leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips against the other's. Glad for the way Sephiroth had positioned himself low enough to not make it difficult, and there were butterflies in his stomach from just how soft those lips felt. Whatever he had been thinking of before, any doubt or fears, it all went numbingly silent as he took this leap into the unknown. He feared rejection, and the loss of that promise to become stronger than he was, but powered through such fears. This felt right.
@setirophx
At the mention of others--- of friends--- a burning rage settled in Sephiroth's chest. He wanted to end them all so Cloud had nothing to turn to. his anger was so potent that it caused his wing to flare out and curl around Cloud in a possessive manner.
However... cutting that tie might also ruin all the careful nurturing he'd down with Cloud to make him his. Maybe letting them live wasn't such a bad idea. At least should things go wrong, he'd have a threat he could hold over Cloud's head.
"Very well. Your friends will live happy, peaceful little lives. As long as you remain with me." It went unsaid, that Cloud would never see them again. but he didn't feel like he had to say it.
Carefully, he'd turn Cloud around so they faced each other. His wing pressing against Cloud's back to keep them close. Sephiroth's fingers clasped the blond's chin in a firm but otherwise gentle grip. Forced he blond to tip his head up to look up at him. He dipped his own head in lower, silver hair sliding and brushing against Cloud's cheek.
"As long as you swear fielty to me, they will remain safe." He'd murmur. But as he spoke his eyes narrowed down to near invisible slits. He'd smile, baring his teeth that were now looking far too pointed at the canines. His tongue flicking out to lick along one of the fanglike teeth.
"But your words aren't enough. You must prove that you are loyal to me. Prove it with... a kiss."
@hiislegacy
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Okay but the WAY Sephiroth is holding onto Cloud’s back as he’s hugging him.
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Cloud needs to cry.
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The sound that was in the back of his throat was muffled by their shared kiss, and he deepened it just as much. Their bodies so close, leather and all a torturous trap of their desires, and his need was increasing. That heat was warming him up so incredibly much, and Sephiroth held onto him in however that he could. A gloved hand reached out to grip onto his top, and he could not get enough of this.
"Please-- you're the gentleman for being so kind to me." His breaths were near-trembling as he pulled back enough to speak, and focus those eyes on him; the hunger was ever-present. "Was the battle too much? Did you enjoy the help?" He may have intervened just a few times, wanting to let Genesis have the victory over the field, but he'd not let his life be ended by some stray bullets, or a crazed warrior.
@hoshinierabareshimono
Truly, there was nothing like the euphoria of a decisive victory against a worthy opponent.
After all, not only had Genesis bested one of Godo’s chief strategists in a fierce battle of wits, but he had also captured said enemy before he could take his own life in a final display of patriotism and honor.
When Genesis sought Sephiroth out in his room that night, his hair was still damp from the shower he had taken following his return from the battlefield, aristocratic features still aglow with the pride of conquest.
It was that high of endorphins coupled with the dizzying realization that his friend, rival, and equal was downright goading him into making his move upon being pinned to the wall that prompted him to aim for a second, even more exhilarating victory.
“Such a gentleman,” Genesis murmured, and meeting no resistance, he kissed Sephiroth on his wicked, exquisitely shaped lips.
His own lips quirked up in a smirk mirroring the one adorning Sephiroth’s before he pressed his body flush against his and deepened the kiss with greedy passion.
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paramounticebound asked:
kabedon for corrupted cloud whoops
"... Better be a good reason for this. Or were you just wanting my attention?"
That slight head tilt, staring directly at him with an almost cold expression, not caring if he was in some possible dire situation. If the other wanted him dead, he would have done it by now, or at least that's what he would think. Still, Cloud was too preoccupied by the mission, and what he needed to do.
A distraction like this was probably necessary for him, if anything. His body had been way too wound up from everything that's happened, and this constant go-to attitude he's forced on himself was exhausting. So, he waited for the other, seeing what he would do, and secretly hoped it was nothing too unpleasant. He couldn't move, really, what with the other having such a hold on him, and was at his mercy. It was startling to notice a slight spark trickling down his spine. The adrenaline of not knowing what was to come.
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Sephiroth’s flirting language with Cloud is 1v1-ing him in sword combat + making sure he gets impaled at least once.
(Also, aggressively tackling/pinning him to the floor, or some surface??? Like Sir?!?)
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All I want - angst ships, smutty ships. GIVE IT.
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"...If you work with us, it wouldn't..." He was of course referencing that were she to join with the two of them, the possibilities were limitless. "Think of how powerful you would be... or more, I should say." Respectfully, he had glimpses of that, and knew already she would be something of a threat to the likes of Sephiroth. Still, he'd not want to push that just yet, and decided to act upon instincts that were coming about, filling his thoughts.
Without letting another moment pass, he leaned forward and placed gentle kisses to her neck, whispering whenever he could. "I need it... and need you. Be good for me, please..." Cloud wasn't really wanting things to get violent between them, considering what they had in the past, but if it truly came to that he would do whatever was necessary. The deal was to find the Black Materia, and secure their right to this world. He was destined to be by Sephiroth's side, and lend his sword to wherever he pointed it.
@furiaae
Asteria found herself nearly choking as she inhaled sharply the moment Cloud moved in so much closer, invading her space in such a way that had her head spinning.
There was a split second where every fiber of her being, of her very soul, wanted to give in and give him whatever he wanted-
"You know...You know I can't." Asteria wheezed as her eyelids fluttered and her head tilted back to rest against the wall he had her pinned against. "It'd be my death sentence and you know that." She whimpered.
@hiislegacy
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"... If you did, this wouldn't need to be as difficult as you're making it, Ast..." Cloud almost pouted, his tone nearly identical to that, but there was a sour edge which made it seem like he was more disappointed than anything. The way she looked so defiant would have made him proud, were this any other day, but it was in the way of what he came here for.
"Where did you hide it?..." He asked so softly, almost with a near-broken kind of voice, looking right into her face with that almost-desperate expression. He needed to find it, as though nothing else mattered. He turned his head, whispering into her ear, warm breath tickling. "Please... just give it to me." That pleading, hands holding onto her a little more firmly, and pressing himself even closer to her form.
@furiaae
Her gaze softened into sadness and followed with a small tilt of her head, "You think I'll give it to you that easily, Cloud?" She murmured as she looked briefly disappointed for a split second.
"I know what he's planning, I know what you're trying to do.." Asteria's voice cracked momentarily towards the end of her sentence and her gaze flickered off to the side, brows furrowing as she tried to reign her emotions back in check.
It took a moment before they spoke again, quieter this time. "I've hidden it. In a place where neither of you will be able to seek out." Asteria whispered, glancing back up at him with a faintly defiant look. "I do not wish to kill you, Cloud." They added weakly.
@hiislegacy
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I'd like for Sephiroth, or Vincent, to interact with Rufus.
I'm just so curious how that would go LOL
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"...Hm..." Cloud listened to her go on, and allowed for all of that to be said, because he simply enjoyed her voice. It brought back memories of before... of a more peaceful time in his heart. Yet, he knew nothing like that could ever happen again, not after what he's done to get to this point. "It isn't me?..." A gloved hand reached up, whichever one was free enough to do so, and he tenderly caressed the side of her cheek. That soft expression coming to his features, reminiscent of the more quieter moments, of which he still had on occasion.
Though, it was marred by the smallest of smirks that were on the corners of his lips. "It definitely was when I found your body lying there, and I was drenched with everything you gave to me... Your life. Your blood... All was on and within me." Cloud's eyes flicked away, and there was such a brief few seconds of actual sadness reflecting in his gaze. The slight sheen of unshed tears, to which he quickly blinked away with a short inhale. "He promised I could find you, again. I heard you... You helped me to be strong."
@phantasiiae
"...What happened to you, Cloud?"
Aerith had been expecting Sephiroth. Not whatever this is. She had only shoved him to the wall out of surprise, but now realizes that that was probably the safer option. The church was always meant to be their safe haven, but now..? Now she just feels afraid. She would rather face Sephiroth head on time and time again that have to deal with this. After so many timelines and universes and attempts to change the way things turned out, maybe she shouldn't be surprised to see a Cloud that's turned out this way.
Even still...it makes her sad.
"Sephiroth finally got a hold of you...didn't he?" She feels like she's talking more to herself than to him. He will be mine eventually. Aerith's brows furrow, and she sighs, shaking her head. "I guess I should've expected this at some point. Maybe it's my fault for not anticipating it sooner. What did he promise you? Safety? Power? That all of this would end? Come on, Cloud...you know better than that. All he does is lie to get what he wants. You gotta snap out of it. This isn't you."
@hiislegacy
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[Continued from Here]
"...Yes, you should have." Burning, Chaos-filled eyes locked with his, and that steel-like grip was on his arm and hip to keep him in place. Vincent was sharp with his skills, and noted that Cloud could be even sharper. It was thrilling to have a companion who could keep up with him, and bring more to the table. Even with his enhancements, had they never been part of him, he imagines that they would've been a difficult opponent to face.
"Good job, either way... You've made progress. I only felt some pressure from your attacks. Maybe you should try a little harder..." The casual smirk on his face, nearly mirroring the other's, practically feeding off of that kind of energy. It always seemed to radiate off of him, and especially in the heat of a battle, a confident edge that would come about and stir up his own needs to be just as excited for combat; which was something he has not felt in years, until recent times.
Yet, as he observed him, he did notice something was different to the usual. For on those perfect cheeks was a light dusting of pink, and he wondered if the other was exhausted from their activities. A small tilt of the head, and that question on his lips. "Do you need to rest? Were you lying, Cloud?..."
@phantasiiae
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Just a Vincent headcanon, where he's kinda a vampire?? Feeds off of Mako / sometimes blood, but only if he really needs to / if the other person is fine with it.
Maybe he doesn't realize he's needed something like this, until he met Cloud and the others. It just kind of awakens in him / also adds to his tiredness, if he's not had any in a long while.
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Okay but… Sephiroth calling Cloud a “good boy” has me by the throat.
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