Pretty Piece of Flesh
Title: Pretty Piece of Flesh
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Warnings: Insanity...err ghost sex. More or less PWP. Strange incest thing going on.
Rating: R18+/NC17
Pairing: Sephiroth/Kadaj
Notes: Came home. Started writing. Had to get this out of my head. Fuck you, muse. Fuck you. Also, Italic abuse ahoy. XD
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Pretty Piece of Flesh
Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return.
If this world seeks my destruction...
... It goes with Me.
Loveless Act V
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Within the twirling mass of vines composed of thoughts and minds of those long since dead, Sephiroth answered his remnant’s call. He stretched himself out, contorting his will into near physical matter until he was standing before his child, invisible to the naked eye yet a presence that made hairs raise and animals cower.
Kadaj purred at the sudden feeling of closeness that swept through him, and the flutter of thoughts across his mind that were not his and so very like Mothers. “Brother,” he crooned, sighing and reaching forward into empty space. Eyes turned outward towards the desert’s horizon and yet focused on something closer. “Older brother...”
Sephiroth extended a hand, nothing but a swirling mass of tainted Lifestream until two of the dark, rolling vines touched Kadaj’s forehead and suddenly Sephiroth remembered what he’d cast away into the Lifestream a long time ago.
There was a horrid screeching, a buzz that sounded like a high pitched whine only animals could hear and electronic distortion all at once. It hissed and swirled all around them and Sephiroth could feel the power gathering all around him, where he stood, non-corporeal but existing for the barest of moments just outside of the Lifestream, away from the meddling will of the Cetra girl he’d killed to end her annoying tirade against him. Only to suffer her presence again in death.
Physical form tore through the void and with a scattering of dark feathers and a pleased sigh Sephiroth stood before his puppet. Darkness covered his naked skin, shaping and forming leather, metal, and rubber by which to clothe him. The awful screeching of the Planet had stopped; there was nothing but the fingers of the wind carding through his long hair and the creek of leather as he tested each of his muscles in turn. He had to test, had to know it world work. It wasn’t strong enough, separate from Kadaj like this, no, he needed something far more raw and he needed more of Mother’s cells. So that the mere memory and dark tainted Lifestream would become something stronger and more solid. He needed to be closer to the source.
His single black pinion relaxed against his back, curling inwards and settling. Still, Kadaj, the small, pitiful thing that was something of Sephiroth and all at once so very not, whimpered and pressed his cheek against Sephiroth’s hand. He was panting, Sephiroth evaluated. He could physically feel Sephiroth drawing on the very core of Kadaj’s being. Such was but a speck of what remained of Sephiroth in this material plane after Cloud’s last attack that had forced him into oblivion, floating amongst the listless minds of the Lifestream once again.
“I remember...” he mused, more to himself than the short thing pressing against him in worship and need. He remembered once again what he had looked like in life.
“You...taste like Mother,” Kadaj mumbled, taking a step forward and dropping Souba unceremoniously. He pressed himself against the hard wall of Sephiroth’s chest, placing his hands on the lapels of Sephiroth’s jacket and fisting them in the butter soft leather.
Sephiroth’s pale lips twisted into a slight amused smirk. Kadaj had never been close enough to Mother to know what she tasted like on the back of his tongue. Still, Sephiroth was the closest thing to Jenova Kadaj had ever felt. Her cells were coursing through Sephiroth’s material form, her will scratching at the back of his eyes. Her hate searing through his mind and twisting into his hate, his will and burning need to destroy, to avenge.
“Brother,” Kadaj’s soft plea slid through Sephiroth’s thoughts and called him to the present. His mako-green eyes, Jenova’s eyes, slid down to Kadaj.
“Please...I want...”
“Oh,” Sephiroth purred in his silken voice, bending ever so slightly to card his black gloved fingers through Kadaj’s soft silver hair and stroke at the skin at the nape of Kadaj’s neck. “You want a reward?”
Almost mewling, Kadaj nodded and took advantage of the suddenly closer skin. He mouthed wet kisses along Sephiroth’s neck and Sephiroth purred happily, his eyes turning heavy lidded. It had been so long since he’d felt the wonders of carnal pleasure, and such a pleasing thing it was to have it offered to him so, even if Kadaj was merely drawn by a want to be closer to their beloved Mother.
He tilted his head and leaned down a little more, using the hand he had at Kadaj’s nape to pull his head back, his fingers twining in the silver hair so very like his own and yet not at the same time. When their lips met Kadaj was insistent but shuddered under Sephiroth’s much calmer, fiercer kiss. He parted his lips and moaned as Sephiroth’s tongue slid along his own. Tasting, craving the closeness that was just out of reach.
After that slow, savouring first kiss, any pretence of gentleness vanished, and all both of them could think about was unzipping Kadaj’s leathers and tearing at the thick material until they could get to what was most important. Pale skin bared and panting, feeling the drain on his mere existence, Kadaj wrapped an arm around Sephiroth’s shoulder and tilted his head to the side as Sephiroth nipped and sucked at his neck and shoulder, his hands urging Kadaj back to lean against the wall of the decayed wood of the shack Kadaj and his brothers were spending their down time in.
Moaning, and tracing the contours of Sephiroth’s body through soft leather and hard metal, Kadaj closed his eyes and relied only on touch and a strange prior knowledge to find the zipper of Sephiroth’s leather pants.
Sephiroth growled into Kadaj’s mouth when his hand found what he’d been seeking, closing around the hard and warm cock in his hands and feeling, wrapping, pulling. He gasped in surprise as Sephiroth’s hands transferred further up under his arms and hoisted him up, holding him against the wall with unnatural strength and the press of his hard body against his until Kadaj wrapped his legs around Sephiroth’s waist and held himself there.
Sephiroth gave no warning, not even the slightest hint of what was to come. Kadaj all but yelped in shock, and let his head fall back against the wall as Sephiroth forced himself inside with one powerful thrust. He gasped at the unexpected, sudden surge of utter bliss that shot through him. No pain, only discomfort and the sensation of being full and almost complete.
This, Kadaj thought as Sephiroth cupped his ass with one hand to hold him there and aid his thrusts while he leaned against the wall with his other, this is what the Reunion will feel like.
Completion. Wholeness.
There would be no more aching, half-empty feelings. He would not teeter on the edge of insanity as there was something obviously lacking. Something empty inside that needed to be completed, and the unexplained will, Sephiroth’s will and mother’s will, that they collect everything and be one.
Their cat-slit eyes dilated to wide, almost-round portals of pure black rimmed in Jenova-green. Heat and need, want, nothing but the urge to fuck and feel and scream crossed their senses and instincts. The belts of Sephiroth’s harness dug into Kadaj’s skin painfully with each thrust, but Kadaj couldn’t care less. He was far too busy trying to merely breathe as each thrust of Sephiroth’s cock sent him further and further into the land of nothing but sensation and utter single-minded want.
His breath hitched, his moans catching in his throat, his eyes rolling back, his mouth falling open. Beneath his skin, the tainted Lifestream curled and purred and begged as he wished to do but couldn’t, his body becoming nothing but Sephiroth’s pliable fuck toy. His hand fisted in long, long silver hair and clawed at leather encased shoulders under pauldrons and leather.
Something came, closer and closer, and his body tensed just a little more with each of Sephiroth’s hard thrusts until he was begging wordlessly and desperate for whatever it was coursing through him to reach its apex and send him over the edge into the waiting hands of utter nothingness, utter completion and wholeness that he somehow was waiting just on the other side. Sephiroth, moaning deeply and closing his eyes at the very willing and tight as hell ass around him, fucked the perfect little hole for all its worth and mouthed at the neck bared to him with uncommon fervour.
Again the Planet howled. The screeching, though quiet, was like a ring inside Kadaj’s head that could not be chased away.
“Auh!” Kadaj tilted his head further, his fingers curling inwards and flattening the high collar of Sephiroth’s collar to score the pale warm skin of his neck as his balls tightened and his back arched.
Close himself, Sephiroth snarled and sunk his teeth into the flesh linking Kadaj’s neck and shoulder, Forcing Kadaj’s hips down with each of his upward thrusts, shuddering as the walls of Kadaj’s ass tightened around him, pulling his orgasm from him.
They came as one being, shuddering and screaming, somehow the ecstasy reverberated and doubled over, causing echo after echo between them.
Sephiroth’s midnight wing flared and sent black feathers scattering and dancing through the soft breeze as the dirt of the desert passed them by.
For Kadaj returning to reality was a sudden drop from soon to come utter unity to the ache of being spate once again, though still little shivers coursed through him and had him moan weakly, content with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Slowly they died, like the ripples on a waters disturbed surface. Flat lining into something he’d come to feel as normal, though the taste of Mother lingered as Sephiroth’s essence remained inside him, even as he unhooked his legs from Sephiroth’s hips and stood on his own shaky feet.
Darkness coiled over them, repairing what was broken, clothes created from dark matter and Jenova’s whispered commands mending and restitching.
Sephiroth traced Kadaj’s kiss swollen lips with his leather encased thumb and purred, his alien eyes full of content and satisfaction. “Continue looking for Mother, and this will be all you’ll know.”
Kadaj sighed and nodded slightly, looking up into Sephiroth’s eyes with reverence and then distracted ambition as Yazoo and Loz stirred within their shack. Waking from their short rest.
Sephiroth looked up, his long eyelashes catching the light of the sun and giving the appearance of his eyes glowing a strange green than usual. “Good puppet,” he said and released the tight hold on his material form, sending himself spiralling back into the twisting frenzy of minds and wills of the Planet's dead.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Warnings: Insanity...err ghost sex. More or less PWP. Strange incest thing going on.
Rating: R18+/NC17
Pairing: Sephiroth/Kadaj
Notes: Came home. Started writing. Had to get this out of my head. Fuck you, muse. Fuck you. Also, Italic abuse ahoy. XD
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Pretty Piece of Flesh
Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return.
If this world seeks my destruction...
... It goes with Me.
Loveless Act V
-
Within the twirling mass of vines composed of thoughts and minds of those long since dead, Sephiroth answered his remnant’s call. He stretched himself out, contorting his will into near physical matter until he was standing before his child, invisible to the naked eye yet a presence that made hairs raise and animals cower.
Kadaj purred at the sudden feeling of closeness that swept through him, and the flutter of thoughts across his mind that were not his and so very like Mothers. “Brother,” he crooned, sighing and reaching forward into empty space. Eyes turned outward towards the desert’s horizon and yet focused on something closer. “Older brother...”
Sephiroth extended a hand, nothing but a swirling mass of tainted Lifestream until two of the dark, rolling vines touched Kadaj’s forehead and suddenly Sephiroth remembered what he’d cast away into the Lifestream a long time ago.
There was a horrid screeching, a buzz that sounded like a high pitched whine only animals could hear and electronic distortion all at once. It hissed and swirled all around them and Sephiroth could feel the power gathering all around him, where he stood, non-corporeal but existing for the barest of moments just outside of the Lifestream, away from the meddling will of the Cetra girl he’d killed to end her annoying tirade against him. Only to suffer her presence again in death.
Physical form tore through the void and with a scattering of dark feathers and a pleased sigh Sephiroth stood before his puppet. Darkness covered his naked skin, shaping and forming leather, metal, and rubber by which to clothe him. The awful screeching of the Planet had stopped; there was nothing but the fingers of the wind carding through his long hair and the creek of leather as he tested each of his muscles in turn. He had to test, had to know it world work. It wasn’t strong enough, separate from Kadaj like this, no, he needed something far more raw and he needed more of Mother’s cells. So that the mere memory and dark tainted Lifestream would become something stronger and more solid. He needed to be closer to the source.
His single black pinion relaxed against his back, curling inwards and settling. Still, Kadaj, the small, pitiful thing that was something of Sephiroth and all at once so very not, whimpered and pressed his cheek against Sephiroth’s hand. He was panting, Sephiroth evaluated. He could physically feel Sephiroth drawing on the very core of Kadaj’s being. Such was but a speck of what remained of Sephiroth in this material plane after Cloud’s last attack that had forced him into oblivion, floating amongst the listless minds of the Lifestream once again.
“I remember...” he mused, more to himself than the short thing pressing against him in worship and need. He remembered once again what he had looked like in life.
“You...taste like Mother,” Kadaj mumbled, taking a step forward and dropping Souba unceremoniously. He pressed himself against the hard wall of Sephiroth’s chest, placing his hands on the lapels of Sephiroth’s jacket and fisting them in the butter soft leather.
Sephiroth’s pale lips twisted into a slight amused smirk. Kadaj had never been close enough to Mother to know what she tasted like on the back of his tongue. Still, Sephiroth was the closest thing to Jenova Kadaj had ever felt. Her cells were coursing through Sephiroth’s material form, her will scratching at the back of his eyes. Her hate searing through his mind and twisting into his hate, his will and burning need to destroy, to avenge.
“Brother,” Kadaj’s soft plea slid through Sephiroth’s thoughts and called him to the present. His mako-green eyes, Jenova’s eyes, slid down to Kadaj.
“Please...I want...”
“Oh,” Sephiroth purred in his silken voice, bending ever so slightly to card his black gloved fingers through Kadaj’s soft silver hair and stroke at the skin at the nape of Kadaj’s neck. “You want a reward?”
Almost mewling, Kadaj nodded and took advantage of the suddenly closer skin. He mouthed wet kisses along Sephiroth’s neck and Sephiroth purred happily, his eyes turning heavy lidded. It had been so long since he’d felt the wonders of carnal pleasure, and such a pleasing thing it was to have it offered to him so, even if Kadaj was merely drawn by a want to be closer to their beloved Mother.
He tilted his head and leaned down a little more, using the hand he had at Kadaj’s nape to pull his head back, his fingers twining in the silver hair so very like his own and yet not at the same time. When their lips met Kadaj was insistent but shuddered under Sephiroth’s much calmer, fiercer kiss. He parted his lips and moaned as Sephiroth’s tongue slid along his own. Tasting, craving the closeness that was just out of reach.
After that slow, savouring first kiss, any pretence of gentleness vanished, and all both of them could think about was unzipping Kadaj’s leathers and tearing at the thick material until they could get to what was most important. Pale skin bared and panting, feeling the drain on his mere existence, Kadaj wrapped an arm around Sephiroth’s shoulder and tilted his head to the side as Sephiroth nipped and sucked at his neck and shoulder, his hands urging Kadaj back to lean against the wall of the decayed wood of the shack Kadaj and his brothers were spending their down time in.
Moaning, and tracing the contours of Sephiroth’s body through soft leather and hard metal, Kadaj closed his eyes and relied only on touch and a strange prior knowledge to find the zipper of Sephiroth’s leather pants.
Sephiroth growled into Kadaj’s mouth when his hand found what he’d been seeking, closing around the hard and warm cock in his hands and feeling, wrapping, pulling. He gasped in surprise as Sephiroth’s hands transferred further up under his arms and hoisted him up, holding him against the wall with unnatural strength and the press of his hard body against his until Kadaj wrapped his legs around Sephiroth’s waist and held himself there.
Sephiroth gave no warning, not even the slightest hint of what was to come. Kadaj all but yelped in shock, and let his head fall back against the wall as Sephiroth forced himself inside with one powerful thrust. He gasped at the unexpected, sudden surge of utter bliss that shot through him. No pain, only discomfort and the sensation of being full and almost complete.
This, Kadaj thought as Sephiroth cupped his ass with one hand to hold him there and aid his thrusts while he leaned against the wall with his other, this is what the Reunion will feel like.
Completion. Wholeness.
There would be no more aching, half-empty feelings. He would not teeter on the edge of insanity as there was something obviously lacking. Something empty inside that needed to be completed, and the unexplained will, Sephiroth’s will and mother’s will, that they collect everything and be one.
Their cat-slit eyes dilated to wide, almost-round portals of pure black rimmed in Jenova-green. Heat and need, want, nothing but the urge to fuck and feel and scream crossed their senses and instincts. The belts of Sephiroth’s harness dug into Kadaj’s skin painfully with each thrust, but Kadaj couldn’t care less. He was far too busy trying to merely breathe as each thrust of Sephiroth’s cock sent him further and further into the land of nothing but sensation and utter single-minded want.
His breath hitched, his moans catching in his throat, his eyes rolling back, his mouth falling open. Beneath his skin, the tainted Lifestream curled and purred and begged as he wished to do but couldn’t, his body becoming nothing but Sephiroth’s pliable fuck toy. His hand fisted in long, long silver hair and clawed at leather encased shoulders under pauldrons and leather.
Something came, closer and closer, and his body tensed just a little more with each of Sephiroth’s hard thrusts until he was begging wordlessly and desperate for whatever it was coursing through him to reach its apex and send him over the edge into the waiting hands of utter nothingness, utter completion and wholeness that he somehow was waiting just on the other side. Sephiroth, moaning deeply and closing his eyes at the very willing and tight as hell ass around him, fucked the perfect little hole for all its worth and mouthed at the neck bared to him with uncommon fervour.
Again the Planet howled. The screeching, though quiet, was like a ring inside Kadaj’s head that could not be chased away.
“Auh!” Kadaj tilted his head further, his fingers curling inwards and flattening the high collar of Sephiroth’s collar to score the pale warm skin of his neck as his balls tightened and his back arched.
Close himself, Sephiroth snarled and sunk his teeth into the flesh linking Kadaj’s neck and shoulder, Forcing Kadaj’s hips down with each of his upward thrusts, shuddering as the walls of Kadaj’s ass tightened around him, pulling his orgasm from him.
They came as one being, shuddering and screaming, somehow the ecstasy reverberated and doubled over, causing echo after echo between them.
Sephiroth’s midnight wing flared and sent black feathers scattering and dancing through the soft breeze as the dirt of the desert passed them by.
For Kadaj returning to reality was a sudden drop from soon to come utter unity to the ache of being spate once again, though still little shivers coursed through him and had him moan weakly, content with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Slowly they died, like the ripples on a waters disturbed surface. Flat lining into something he’d come to feel as normal, though the taste of Mother lingered as Sephiroth’s essence remained inside him, even as he unhooked his legs from Sephiroth’s hips and stood on his own shaky feet.
Darkness coiled over them, repairing what was broken, clothes created from dark matter and Jenova’s whispered commands mending and restitching.
Sephiroth traced Kadaj’s kiss swollen lips with his leather encased thumb and purred, his alien eyes full of content and satisfaction. “Continue looking for Mother, and this will be all you’ll know.”
Kadaj sighed and nodded slightly, looking up into Sephiroth’s eyes with reverence and then distracted ambition as Yazoo and Loz stirred within their shack. Waking from their short rest.
Sephiroth looked up, his long eyelashes catching the light of the sun and giving the appearance of his eyes glowing a strange green than usual. “Good puppet,” he said and released the tight hold on his material form, sending himself spiralling back into the twisting frenzy of minds and wills of the Planet's dead.