Fanfic!
My icon coincides with what my muse is feeling right now. He's a little grumpy that I've written down his transcribed thoughts, but it's in journal form, so it's a little more interesting. Enjoy!
Title: Fool's Notion
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or any of its characters. I'm only toying with them a little for my own enjoyment.
Pairing(s): Angeal/Sephiroth
Warning(s): Smut, mindfuckage
Summary: Angeal's got a dirty secret, but is it really a secret when you're only fooling yourself?
Entry #127:
He stayed again last night.
We had more of the Banora cider that Genesis had bought me for Yule. When mixed with the fruit's pure juice, it made a sparkling drink that even the General enjoyed. I'm pretty sure we had too much of it though. We both woke up with an hour to spare before our morning drills and through a flurry of limbs, clothing and the sharing of my small bathroom, we managed to go our separate ways, starting the day with a brief but awkward kiss and a look of shared apology.
I only remember seeing him once more that day; after lunch and during a training exercise in Simulator Room 49, where I routinely took Zack for the more strenuous of his sessions. He looked stunning in his own element; his jacket flowing behind him and beginning to curl around his side as he dodged an invisible enemy, Masamune swishing through the air with a snap so crisp, I could hear it in the corridor. A shiver ran up the length of my back and I looked away despite the deliciousness of the moment, embarrassed for catching myself in the middle of a stare and worried that I would be accosted by a sentry in the hall and asked to leave.
The sound of Sephiroth's loud grunt of exertion and a hollered order sent me running back to my quarters, where I dug the sleeping pants he wore out of the laundry hamper. The soft, faded material was curled in my fist while I inhaled the wonderful scent that came from it, my other hand quickly dropping to unbuckle the belts around my waist. I shivered with both arousal and shame, knowing that if the General ever caught me, I'd be in for a serious reprimand.
Entry #128:
Nothing of importance to note, other than the fact that I've developed a greater respect for SOLDIER's dear General. I received an email from Director Lazard, saying that Sephiroth was attacked by a rabid passerby as he was wandering through Sector 8 early this morning and stopped the man before he managed to stab him with the dull knife he was carrying. My angel disarmed him and took him into custody, all without breaking a sweat.
There are heroes in this world, one only has to look hard enough to see them and appreciate the real thing when they see it.
Entry #129:
I was alone tonight, due to Sephiroth being out on patrols with a group of 3rd classmen, giving them a thrill to be on duty with the hero of SOLDIER. Without the added stimulation of actually seeing him over the course of the day, I found myself unable to even considering some private time, and I ended up reading a novel before bed. I must have fallen asleep in the midst of it, as the book was still open in my lap and I had a painful twinge in my neck, so my morning was less than admirable.
Morning drills brought back my lust for the beautiful General. I found it hard to ignore him as he grunted and generally made a spectacle of himself, throwing both the 2nd and 3rd classmen around like toys during his hand-to-hand combat session. He knew enough not to harm the men beyond repair and he wasn't allowed to use any materia or special items to fight back when the men tried to retaliate, so seeing his brute strength and the feral smile on his face as they avoided a direct attack, made me happier than I had been prior to seeing the event itself.
The men walked away slowly, each with a slight limp or a wrist held tightly against their bodies, proof of Sephiroth's skill, even without the aid of ShinRa's additional helpful items. I walked away from him with a smile and a pat on his armoured shoulder, pausing for a moment as he stepped through the automatic door of his private quarters, secretly breathing in the delicious smell that wafted from inside the dark rooms. The door closed and I nearly ran to my own, violently punching the buttons to open the door, wanting inside more desperately than ever before.
My clothes were a barrier I wished would disintegrate the moment I entered my quarters, never feeling so stifling before as they did then. I roughly tugged my right pauldron off and felt the snap of a leather strap as it struck my neck, indicating that I had rushed and pulled too hard. It hardly registered as the other came off without any trouble, along with my SOLDIER insignia belt and the smaller belts which completed the uniform.
My boots were kicked off and left by the door, while my pants were unbuttoned and shimmied down from my hips as I walked into the bedroom. I quickly stepped out of them and shoved my underwear down, stepping out of them as well and then scooting up onto the bed, still in my turtleneck. Sephiroth's pajama pants were fetched from under the covers, where I left them during the day, so that they could scent the entire bed with their heady musk, aiding my fantasies on nights when I simply fell asleep, too tired to bring myself to the brink of anything but dreams.
In only my SOLDIER-issue socks and turtleneck, with Sephiroth's pants in one hand being held to my nose and the other hand working my stiff flesh with a fervor I couldn't bring myself to duplicate on a regular basis, I imagined the lithesome General above me. Below me. Both inside me and with me inside of him, his scent surrounding me and bringing me to the edge much more quickly than any other fantasy I had created in my many years of self-service. Time passed quickly enough so that the sun had set by the time I caught my breath for a moment, the room hazy and filled with the scent of both myself and my imaginary lover.
I was far too gone to hear the quiet hiss of the main door as it opened to the corridor, admitting someone into my quarters without authorization. Too lost in the thralls of arousal and too close to the edge but desiring to hold back for just a few minutes more, I bit my lip and opened my eyes, immediately frozen by the icy mint stare of SOLDIER's gallant General.
Entry #130:
He caught me tonight. Masturbating to the delicious scent of his soap, cologne and unique masculinity that was ingrained in the soft cotton; the perfect agent to arouse me to the point of bursting. How embarrassing to have the General enter my bedroom with a smile on his face, his ethereal green eyes widening when he realized what exactly I was doing. He began to undress, each piece of armour and clothing peeling off like the rind off of fresh fruit, giving rise to my arousal and adding fuel to the General's obvious fire.
“I don't want to ruin the moment by asking you if you'd like the real thing, Angeal, so why don't I just offer myself silently and see what becomes of it?”
“Fair enough,” I said, tossing the pants aside and making room in the bed for him, my legs tucked up closer to my body but parted as they had been when he stepped inside. “Just be prepared, Sephiroth. I've been at this for hours and I have no intention of giving up early.”
I should have known that he would visit me tonight. He had no patrols and quiet nights usually meant a few drinks and friendly banter, before an awkward 'good night' and the snuggling of warm limbs as we tried to ignore each others' desires and just share the bed as friends. I silently wondered how long he had known about my fetish, if he had known at all before tonight, but the sight of him crawling up onto the bed ripped a groan from my throat instead of intelligent dialogue.
“Part your legs a bit more,” he demanded, cool hand on each of my thighs, pressing gently and displaying what I had to offer him.
It was embarrassing but also intensely exciting, feeling the silky, nearly cobweb texture of the man's hair as it brushed over my bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms and legs. He chuckled and I frowned, unaccustomed to being laughed at, though the squeeze of his delicate but strong hand around my shaft as I let go took my mind off of the soft chiding nature of his laugh.
We would never make it to a full blown encounter as long as things stayed as they were but even if it all ended that moment, I wouldn't have cared. I gritted my teeth and cried out like a pained animal, my hands clenched in Sephioth's hair as he took me into his mouth, his teeth teasingly nibbling down the length, while his hand stroked me at the same tempo.
More than once, I heard him hiss around me, as I pulled his hair too hard, or dug my fingernails into his scalp. How could I not? He was drawing the most animalistic side out of me and as long as I had a hold of him and he was treating me as tenderly as the dangerous swordsman could, I was going to enjoy myself.
A grin ghosted across my face as my grip tightened on Sephiroth's hair, holding him still while thrusting weakly into his mouth, my grunts matching them until I stilled suddenly, my backside and abs tightened to a painful level. He pulled away, why, I'm not entirely sure, but my seed dribbled from the corner of his mouth, a small blotch of it clinging to the hair that cascaded over his face.
His hand stopped its delicious movements and he climbed up a bit higher on the bed, straddling my lap, though I was far too relaxed and spent for the night to continue as it had. He leaned in close to my face and I again took his head in my hands, cupping his cheeks and licking the seed from his warm skin, his breath coming in slightly jerky spasms as my heartbeat began to calm.
He smiled at me and I smiled back, before he rested his head on my chest and we fell asleep.
Entry #131
When I woke up this morning, I was still partially clothed and my body ached from the position I had fallen asleep in. I stretched and got out of bed, finding the rest of my clothes and armour scattered around the room and leading out into the main sitting area. The entire place smelled stuffy and I made the bed as I shook the sleep from my head, rummaging a hand under the blankets and pillows, looking for the General's pajamas.
I distinctly remembered Sephiroth coming to my room the night before and having a wonderful night with him, though I had woken up earlier than he usually did and I should have found him beside me. Instead I found nothing but rumpled sheets, which were most likely caused by my own tossing during the night.
The whereabouts of the pajamas remained unknown and I bathed and dressed for the day, bypassing the hamper and leaving the dirty clothes on the floor, knowing that I would return in the afternoon to give my quarters a thorough cleaning. I may well have dreamed the encounter from last night, as the lack of arousing agent, the pants, assured me that I must have made it up.
I glimpsed a bit of material that resembled Sephiroth's pajamas, sticking out of the bottom of my hamper, as I closed the door where the mirror hung.
“Of course there's a pair in the hamper,” I said softly to myself. “They're the ones I wear every night.”
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Tuesday, August 6th:
One more item was added to my hamper this morning. I wonder if Angeal will realize what I've done. Buying the same sleeping pants as he wears was not an easy feat. The brand and pattern are Wutain in origin and after a lengthy argument with SOLDIER's uniform and clothing suppliers and a hefty bribe, I managed to secure half a dozen pairs.
However, it's getting harder and harder to replace them with a previously-worn pair each day.
The perks that come with being SOLDIER''s General are numerous and useful, if I must say so. Free knowledge of access codes and the ability to enter any man's quarters without question from the corridor sentries included.
Day by day, my dear Angeal. You'll find out sooner or later.
Title: Fool's Notion
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or any of its characters. I'm only toying with them a little for my own enjoyment.
Pairing(s): Angeal/Sephiroth
Warning(s): Smut, mindfuckage
Summary: Angeal's got a dirty secret, but is it really a secret when you're only fooling yourself?
Entry #127:
He stayed again last night.
We had more of the Banora cider that Genesis had bought me for Yule. When mixed with the fruit's pure juice, it made a sparkling drink that even the General enjoyed. I'm pretty sure we had too much of it though. We both woke up with an hour to spare before our morning drills and through a flurry of limbs, clothing and the sharing of my small bathroom, we managed to go our separate ways, starting the day with a brief but awkward kiss and a look of shared apology.
I only remember seeing him once more that day; after lunch and during a training exercise in Simulator Room 49, where I routinely took Zack for the more strenuous of his sessions. He looked stunning in his own element; his jacket flowing behind him and beginning to curl around his side as he dodged an invisible enemy, Masamune swishing through the air with a snap so crisp, I could hear it in the corridor. A shiver ran up the length of my back and I looked away despite the deliciousness of the moment, embarrassed for catching myself in the middle of a stare and worried that I would be accosted by a sentry in the hall and asked to leave.
The sound of Sephiroth's loud grunt of exertion and a hollered order sent me running back to my quarters, where I dug the sleeping pants he wore out of the laundry hamper. The soft, faded material was curled in my fist while I inhaled the wonderful scent that came from it, my other hand quickly dropping to unbuckle the belts around my waist. I shivered with both arousal and shame, knowing that if the General ever caught me, I'd be in for a serious reprimand.
Entry #128:
Nothing of importance to note, other than the fact that I've developed a greater respect for SOLDIER's dear General. I received an email from Director Lazard, saying that Sephiroth was attacked by a rabid passerby as he was wandering through Sector 8 early this morning and stopped the man before he managed to stab him with the dull knife he was carrying. My angel disarmed him and took him into custody, all without breaking a sweat.
There are heroes in this world, one only has to look hard enough to see them and appreciate the real thing when they see it.
Entry #129:
I was alone tonight, due to Sephiroth being out on patrols with a group of 3rd classmen, giving them a thrill to be on duty with the hero of SOLDIER. Without the added stimulation of actually seeing him over the course of the day, I found myself unable to even considering some private time, and I ended up reading a novel before bed. I must have fallen asleep in the midst of it, as the book was still open in my lap and I had a painful twinge in my neck, so my morning was less than admirable.
Morning drills brought back my lust for the beautiful General. I found it hard to ignore him as he grunted and generally made a spectacle of himself, throwing both the 2nd and 3rd classmen around like toys during his hand-to-hand combat session. He knew enough not to harm the men beyond repair and he wasn't allowed to use any materia or special items to fight back when the men tried to retaliate, so seeing his brute strength and the feral smile on his face as they avoided a direct attack, made me happier than I had been prior to seeing the event itself.
The men walked away slowly, each with a slight limp or a wrist held tightly against their bodies, proof of Sephiroth's skill, even without the aid of ShinRa's additional helpful items. I walked away from him with a smile and a pat on his armoured shoulder, pausing for a moment as he stepped through the automatic door of his private quarters, secretly breathing in the delicious smell that wafted from inside the dark rooms. The door closed and I nearly ran to my own, violently punching the buttons to open the door, wanting inside more desperately than ever before.
My clothes were a barrier I wished would disintegrate the moment I entered my quarters, never feeling so stifling before as they did then. I roughly tugged my right pauldron off and felt the snap of a leather strap as it struck my neck, indicating that I had rushed and pulled too hard. It hardly registered as the other came off without any trouble, along with my SOLDIER insignia belt and the smaller belts which completed the uniform.
My boots were kicked off and left by the door, while my pants were unbuttoned and shimmied down from my hips as I walked into the bedroom. I quickly stepped out of them and shoved my underwear down, stepping out of them as well and then scooting up onto the bed, still in my turtleneck. Sephiroth's pajama pants were fetched from under the covers, where I left them during the day, so that they could scent the entire bed with their heady musk, aiding my fantasies on nights when I simply fell asleep, too tired to bring myself to the brink of anything but dreams.
In only my SOLDIER-issue socks and turtleneck, with Sephiroth's pants in one hand being held to my nose and the other hand working my stiff flesh with a fervor I couldn't bring myself to duplicate on a regular basis, I imagined the lithesome General above me. Below me. Both inside me and with me inside of him, his scent surrounding me and bringing me to the edge much more quickly than any other fantasy I had created in my many years of self-service. Time passed quickly enough so that the sun had set by the time I caught my breath for a moment, the room hazy and filled with the scent of both myself and my imaginary lover.
I was far too gone to hear the quiet hiss of the main door as it opened to the corridor, admitting someone into my quarters without authorization. Too lost in the thralls of arousal and too close to the edge but desiring to hold back for just a few minutes more, I bit my lip and opened my eyes, immediately frozen by the icy mint stare of SOLDIER's gallant General.
Entry #130:
He caught me tonight. Masturbating to the delicious scent of his soap, cologne and unique masculinity that was ingrained in the soft cotton; the perfect agent to arouse me to the point of bursting. How embarrassing to have the General enter my bedroom with a smile on his face, his ethereal green eyes widening when he realized what exactly I was doing. He began to undress, each piece of armour and clothing peeling off like the rind off of fresh fruit, giving rise to my arousal and adding fuel to the General's obvious fire.
“I don't want to ruin the moment by asking you if you'd like the real thing, Angeal, so why don't I just offer myself silently and see what becomes of it?”
“Fair enough,” I said, tossing the pants aside and making room in the bed for him, my legs tucked up closer to my body but parted as they had been when he stepped inside. “Just be prepared, Sephiroth. I've been at this for hours and I have no intention of giving up early.”
I should have known that he would visit me tonight. He had no patrols and quiet nights usually meant a few drinks and friendly banter, before an awkward 'good night' and the snuggling of warm limbs as we tried to ignore each others' desires and just share the bed as friends. I silently wondered how long he had known about my fetish, if he had known at all before tonight, but the sight of him crawling up onto the bed ripped a groan from my throat instead of intelligent dialogue.
“Part your legs a bit more,” he demanded, cool hand on each of my thighs, pressing gently and displaying what I had to offer him.
It was embarrassing but also intensely exciting, feeling the silky, nearly cobweb texture of the man's hair as it brushed over my bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms and legs. He chuckled and I frowned, unaccustomed to being laughed at, though the squeeze of his delicate but strong hand around my shaft as I let go took my mind off of the soft chiding nature of his laugh.
We would never make it to a full blown encounter as long as things stayed as they were but even if it all ended that moment, I wouldn't have cared. I gritted my teeth and cried out like a pained animal, my hands clenched in Sephioth's hair as he took me into his mouth, his teeth teasingly nibbling down the length, while his hand stroked me at the same tempo.
More than once, I heard him hiss around me, as I pulled his hair too hard, or dug my fingernails into his scalp. How could I not? He was drawing the most animalistic side out of me and as long as I had a hold of him and he was treating me as tenderly as the dangerous swordsman could, I was going to enjoy myself.
A grin ghosted across my face as my grip tightened on Sephiroth's hair, holding him still while thrusting weakly into his mouth, my grunts matching them until I stilled suddenly, my backside and abs tightened to a painful level. He pulled away, why, I'm not entirely sure, but my seed dribbled from the corner of his mouth, a small blotch of it clinging to the hair that cascaded over his face.
His hand stopped its delicious movements and he climbed up a bit higher on the bed, straddling my lap, though I was far too relaxed and spent for the night to continue as it had. He leaned in close to my face and I again took his head in my hands, cupping his cheeks and licking the seed from his warm skin, his breath coming in slightly jerky spasms as my heartbeat began to calm.
He smiled at me and I smiled back, before he rested his head on my chest and we fell asleep.
Entry #131
When I woke up this morning, I was still partially clothed and my body ached from the position I had fallen asleep in. I stretched and got out of bed, finding the rest of my clothes and armour scattered around the room and leading out into the main sitting area. The entire place smelled stuffy and I made the bed as I shook the sleep from my head, rummaging a hand under the blankets and pillows, looking for the General's pajamas.
I distinctly remembered Sephiroth coming to my room the night before and having a wonderful night with him, though I had woken up earlier than he usually did and I should have found him beside me. Instead I found nothing but rumpled sheets, which were most likely caused by my own tossing during the night.
The whereabouts of the pajamas remained unknown and I bathed and dressed for the day, bypassing the hamper and leaving the dirty clothes on the floor, knowing that I would return in the afternoon to give my quarters a thorough cleaning. I may well have dreamed the encounter from last night, as the lack of arousing agent, the pants, assured me that I must have made it up.
I glimpsed a bit of material that resembled Sephiroth's pajamas, sticking out of the bottom of my hamper, as I closed the door where the mirror hung.
“Of course there's a pair in the hamper,” I said softly to myself. “They're the ones I wear every night.”
-------------------------
Tuesday, August 6th:
One more item was added to my hamper this morning. I wonder if Angeal will realize what I've done. Buying the same sleeping pants as he wears was not an easy feat. The brand and pattern are Wutain in origin and after a lengthy argument with SOLDIER's uniform and clothing suppliers and a hefty bribe, I managed to secure half a dozen pairs.
However, it's getting harder and harder to replace them with a previously-worn pair each day.
The perks that come with being SOLDIER''s General are numerous and useful, if I must say so. Free knowledge of access codes and the ability to enter any man's quarters without question from the corridor sentries included.
Day by day, my dear Angeal. You'll find out sooner or later.