Ullr
Title: Ullr
Rating: M for mentions of sex
Warnings: Mentions of dub-con.
Fandom: FFVII (Part of the Swimming Upstream Verse)
Pairings: Scarlet/Sephiroth, Genesis/Scarlet/Sephiroth, Sephiroth/Zack
Summary: It took him days to get her perfume out of his nose and her taste out of his mouth.
Notes: If you know your mythology, Ullr (or Ull) is the Norse god of hunting. This fic more or less juxtaposes Scarlet's fic Valkyrie (who were female death dealers to the men in battle, they chose who would fight at Ragnarok -- the apocalypse). (Cut text loosely translates to 'death is in fashion'. Another Angelspit song.)
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Ullr
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SOLDIER exams.
General Sephiroth would only grudgingly admit to himself that, though he was enabled to oversee and approve just who became Third Class SOLDIERs, wading through all of the recommendations from Commanding Officers was tiresome and ultimately boring.
So when the door to his office slid open without so much as a knock and in waltzed Zack and his cadet friend Cloud, he did not greet them with a sharp demand they waltz right back out until he had finished this latest batch. Instead he closed the window on his computer, locked it and turned his head to regard the both of them with a blank stare.
"We bring a feast for the weary General," Zack announced, dumping his armload of take-out food on Sephiroth's desk. He stepped back and flopped down into the leather covered seat before Sephiroth's desk, one of three, and watched Cloud flutter about nervously, righting the containers Zack had let fall where they may and placed his own on the table with a slight, nervous smile.
The blond boy gave him an apologetic smile. "We thought you could use a break."
Zack sat forward in his chair, scooted closer and pulled the chair along with him. "Genesis' office was on fire again this morning. Angeal said he's been pulling his hair out all week, and even I can tell Angeal's been sneaking out of his office regularly."
Sephiroth looked at the clear containers, then Zack and Cloud, back to the sweet smelling Wutaian noodles and pork with sweet sauce - the pork was just shy of going off, he noted, but at this point, he'd eat a chocobo and chase the rider if it meant he could have some sort of break in his routine. He shook his head, smiled just slightly.
"The thought is appreciated," he said, and took a container of omelette -- fresh eggs, free ranged -- and noodles -- once frozen, store bought, they smelt of the filtered water they had been boiled in and the sauce they had been drowned in afterwards--from Zack when he offered it.
Cloud took a container and a fork, sat in the chair beside Zack and began to eat with more manners than Zack could ever dream of.
"Did I just see Scarlet come from your office?" Zack asked, mouth half-full. He picked at a bit of rice he'd spilled onto Sephiroth's table, and Sephiroth watched with narrowed eyes as he tried to clean it up discretely without getting anything on the papers resting to his right. He gave Sephiroth a wide-eyed apologetic look, swallowed and gestured impatiently.
"She has insisted on picking up reports on the functionality of her equipment in person for the last month," he supplied in an even tone, cutting up a slice of omelette with his chopsticks. He watched the blush creep across Cloud's cheeks as he slid it past his lips.
Zack made an ominous sound, violet eyes narrowing a little. "Odd," he commented, looking over his shoulder at Cloud, who, still blushing, seemed to be thinking it over himself.
"You think she has become a part of one of your fanclubs? Maybe she wants to get down and dirty with you and is doing reconnaissance," Zack said, grinning.
"Zack!" Cloud spluttered.
A detached part of Sephiroth's brain wondered how Cloud hadn't become used to such comments yet, the two of them seemed to be glued at the hip these days.
The remaining mass of grey matter was preoccupied with omelette and the sudden reminder of the way Scarlet's back had arched when she'd come, the way the colour of her hair darkened when it was plastered to her skin with sweat, the way her voice deepened into husky tone when she asked for more, harder.
Sephiroth switched to noodles, finding that the omelette suddenly had no taste.
It was too late for her to be doing reconnaissance, she'd already wheedled her way into getting him to fuck her--and Genesis too--though perhaps she was circling, waiting for another moment where he was pinned down and undermanned. He could feel her eyes on him like a hawk, drinking him in greedily, sending him long appreciative glances at board meetings, in the halls, when he trained.
She smelt of arousal every time he passed her in the halls, whereas before she'd smelt more strongly of caffeine and the remaining dregs of whatever perfume she'd worn the night before--one thing he had to admit she was good at was being kind to the enhanced SOLDIER senses. The perfume some of the secretaries wore gave him blinding headaches sometimes.
It disturbed him that she hadn't left his dreams, and the dreams themselves weirded him out more than anything. He didn't dream. Not unless it was the hallucinations he got when submerged in mako tanks--the voices and hands.
When he turned his attention back to his two lovers they were talking about something, Zack gesturing animatedly and Cloud tried to discourage him with a flustered kind of annoyance. Cloud and he had fucked more times than he could count on his hands and toes, and yet he still hadn't lost the odd kind of reverence for Sephiroth that was selfless, and not selfish. And Zack...Zack was an entity all of his own creation. He broke through walls with a single smile and a compliment.
So why would he want something, someone, as venomous as Scarlet?
Rating: M for mentions of sex
Warnings: Mentions of dub-con.
Fandom: FFVII (Part of the Swimming Upstream Verse)
Pairings: Scarlet/Sephiroth, Genesis/Scarlet/Sephiroth, Sephiroth/Zack
Summary: It took him days to get her perfume out of his nose and her taste out of his mouth.
Notes: If you know your mythology, Ullr (or Ull) is the Norse god of hunting. This fic more or less juxtaposes Scarlet's fic Valkyrie (who were female death dealers to the men in battle, they chose who would fight at Ragnarok -- the apocalypse). (Cut text loosely translates to 'death is in fashion'. Another Angelspit song.)
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Ullr
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SOLDIER exams.
General Sephiroth would only grudgingly admit to himself that, though he was enabled to oversee and approve just who became Third Class SOLDIERs, wading through all of the recommendations from Commanding Officers was tiresome and ultimately boring.
So when the door to his office slid open without so much as a knock and in waltzed Zack and his cadet friend Cloud, he did not greet them with a sharp demand they waltz right back out until he had finished this latest batch. Instead he closed the window on his computer, locked it and turned his head to regard the both of them with a blank stare.
"We bring a feast for the weary General," Zack announced, dumping his armload of take-out food on Sephiroth's desk. He stepped back and flopped down into the leather covered seat before Sephiroth's desk, one of three, and watched Cloud flutter about nervously, righting the containers Zack had let fall where they may and placed his own on the table with a slight, nervous smile.
The blond boy gave him an apologetic smile. "We thought you could use a break."
Zack sat forward in his chair, scooted closer and pulled the chair along with him. "Genesis' office was on fire again this morning. Angeal said he's been pulling his hair out all week, and even I can tell Angeal's been sneaking out of his office regularly."
Sephiroth looked at the clear containers, then Zack and Cloud, back to the sweet smelling Wutaian noodles and pork with sweet sauce - the pork was just shy of going off, he noted, but at this point, he'd eat a chocobo and chase the rider if it meant he could have some sort of break in his routine. He shook his head, smiled just slightly.
"The thought is appreciated," he said, and took a container of omelette -- fresh eggs, free ranged -- and noodles -- once frozen, store bought, they smelt of the filtered water they had been boiled in and the sauce they had been drowned in afterwards--from Zack when he offered it.
Cloud took a container and a fork, sat in the chair beside Zack and began to eat with more manners than Zack could ever dream of.
"Did I just see Scarlet come from your office?" Zack asked, mouth half-full. He picked at a bit of rice he'd spilled onto Sephiroth's table, and Sephiroth watched with narrowed eyes as he tried to clean it up discretely without getting anything on the papers resting to his right. He gave Sephiroth a wide-eyed apologetic look, swallowed and gestured impatiently.
"She has insisted on picking up reports on the functionality of her equipment in person for the last month," he supplied in an even tone, cutting up a slice of omelette with his chopsticks. He watched the blush creep across Cloud's cheeks as he slid it past his lips.
Zack made an ominous sound, violet eyes narrowing a little. "Odd," he commented, looking over his shoulder at Cloud, who, still blushing, seemed to be thinking it over himself.
"You think she has become a part of one of your fanclubs? Maybe she wants to get down and dirty with you and is doing reconnaissance," Zack said, grinning.
"Zack!" Cloud spluttered.
A detached part of Sephiroth's brain wondered how Cloud hadn't become used to such comments yet, the two of them seemed to be glued at the hip these days.
The remaining mass of grey matter was preoccupied with omelette and the sudden reminder of the way Scarlet's back had arched when she'd come, the way the colour of her hair darkened when it was plastered to her skin with sweat, the way her voice deepened into husky tone when she asked for more, harder.
Sephiroth switched to noodles, finding that the omelette suddenly had no taste.
It was too late for her to be doing reconnaissance, she'd already wheedled her way into getting him to fuck her--and Genesis too--though perhaps she was circling, waiting for another moment where he was pinned down and undermanned. He could feel her eyes on him like a hawk, drinking him in greedily, sending him long appreciative glances at board meetings, in the halls, when he trained.
She smelt of arousal every time he passed her in the halls, whereas before she'd smelt more strongly of caffeine and the remaining dregs of whatever perfume she'd worn the night before--one thing he had to admit she was good at was being kind to the enhanced SOLDIER senses. The perfume some of the secretaries wore gave him blinding headaches sometimes.
It disturbed him that she hadn't left his dreams, and the dreams themselves weirded him out more than anything. He didn't dream. Not unless it was the hallucinations he got when submerged in mako tanks--the voices and hands.
When he turned his attention back to his two lovers they were talking about something, Zack gesturing animatedly and Cloud tried to discourage him with a flustered kind of annoyance. Cloud and he had fucked more times than he could count on his hands and toes, and yet he still hadn't lost the odd kind of reverence for Sephiroth that was selfless, and not selfish. And Zack...Zack was an entity all of his own creation. He broke through walls with a single smile and a compliment.
So why would he want something, someone, as venomous as Scarlet?