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Title: "Have we never danced?"
Author: vampire-zero
Fandom: Pre-Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Sephiroth x Yazoo
Rating: 18-A to R
Warnings: No actual "bad words" used. But there is detailed mention of man on man sex etc.
Prompt: Hot Sephy/Yazoo lovin'. My first fanfic so please humor me
Summary: Long story that isnt finshed. Yazoo and Sephiroth enjoy their life together, yet Yazoo enjoys something that Sephiroth cannot complete for him. He cannot dance. Yazoo tries to teac him to no avail. The story shall continue upon request.
Notes: My first fanfic of any kind. Please lemme know what you think and if i should continue the story.
4645 words.
Have we never danced?
Sephiroth swung open the think wooden door to his house and proceeded inside with a sigh. Before the door could close behind him, he had unbuckled his massive shoulder protection. He set them on his chair beside his full length mirror. He loosened his belt and hung it over the back of the chair. He reached down and slid off his large, knee high boots and set them next to mirror. Pulling off his gloves, he walked towards his closet and hung up his long coat. While he was putting the gloves into the coat pocket, two soft, pale hands reached from behind and caressed Sephiroths' muscular chest.
"How was today?" Asked a soft voice from behind.
"I don't know Yazoo, sometimes it seems like none of the SOLDIERS are even trying."
"They just aren't as good as you. Now come see what I've laid out for you." Yazoo said as he left the room.
Sephiroth closed the closet and eventually followed Yazoo around the corner. A thick aroma filled his nose as he approached the kitchen. Yazoo was standing in the middle of the room with two plates of food and a smile on his face. Sephiroths' eyebrows twitched in excitement as again he followed Yazoo to the table. Yazoo placed Sephiroths plate down and took his across the table and sat down. Sephroth didn't need an invitation as he quickly sat down and smiled at Yazoo.
A large plate of lasagna sat before them both, two foaming glasses of champagne and two peach colored candles gave off a soft glow that caressed both of their faces.
Yazoo stared across the table at his lover. He loved the way that the soft orange glow from the candles touched Sephiroths face. His thin nose gave an exquisite touch. His thin lips softly slid along the fork as he ate his meal. His large yet soft hand reached for the glass of sparkling beverage. Shivers ran down Yazoos' spine when Sephiroth gazed up at him. His Mako eyes danced from under his thick silver eyebrows. A face of a God.
"Thank you for making me my favorite meal, Yazoo. What's the occasion?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to make it for you."
"How come you are not eating yours?"
"Oh, I was... I was just,"
"Watching me?"
"Actually," Yazoo said laughing, "Yes I was. You are wondrously attractive."
"Thank you, Yazoo. You are also very beautiful. Now, eat before you waste away to nothing." Sephiroth said jokingly.
Sephiroth finally took a drink from his glass and continued eating. Yazoo also started eating. Sephiroth finished first, since he had a head start sop he watched Yazoo as he finished. Sephiroth, with his head cocked slightly, observed how the light showed all the feminine aspects of Yazoos' face. His delicate cheeks, his soft skin, his long silver hair. Sephiroth had a half smile across his face as Yazoo looked up at him.
"Now who's staring?" Yazoo said happily.
"Are you finished?" Sephiroth asked.
"Yea," Yazoo said taking a final bite, "Okay now I'm done."
Sephiroth stood and took the last bit on champagne into his mouth from his glass and savored it as long as he could before he swallowed. Yazoo feasted his eyes upon Sephiroths' bare chest. He loved it when he wore nothing but his black pants around the house. One of the simpler pleasures. Sephiroth arched his back as he finished off his drink, his abdomen muscles flexed and Yazoo heard himself sigh. Sephiroth looked towards him and raised an eyebrow. Yazoo smiled and blushed. Sephiroth picked up the plates and carried them to the kitchen. He ran the water and filled the sink with soapy water. He took the cloth and began washing the dishes. Yazoo now stood at the table, trying to gather himself after such a delightful visual experience. After a large sigh, he joined Sephiroth in the kitchen. He watched as his back and shoulder muscles flexed with every swish of the cloth.
"I know you are watching me again, Yazoo." Sephiroth said turning around. Yazoos' shocked face stared up at him. Sephiroth reached around and placed a froth of bubbles on Yazoos' nose. They both shared a laugh and they hugged each other.
"Leave the dishes, Seph." Yazoo said pressed up against the larger mans' chest.
Sephiroth brought his hand up and stroked at Yazoos' hair,
"What do you want to do then." He asked in a deep voice. Yazoo could hear it rumble from deep with his chest. He looked up at him and stepped back, quickly grabbing Sephiroths' hand and pulled it with him.
"I want to dance!"
"Dance?" Sephiroth said confused.
"Have we never danced?"
"I don't believe I can dance, Yazoo."
Yazoo was already spinning around the room, humming a soft tune. His feet made no sound as he padded around the room. His arms extended and his eyes closed.
"Everyone can, Sephiroth."
"Well, I don't think..." Sephiroth started just as Yazoo slammed into him. Sephiroths' strong figure held, as Yazoo came crashing to the ground.
"Yazoo!" Sephiroth exclaimed as he helped Yazoo to his feet.
"Well that wasn't supposed to happen," Yazoo said standing. "Let me show you, Sephiroth. Please let me show you."
Sephiroth thought for a moment and let out a sigh as he extended his hand to Yazoo. Yazoo smiled and took his hand in his. He pulled Sephiroths' hips towards his own and Sephiroth let out a surprised gasp. Yazoo smiled and pulled Sephiroths' other arm around him, holding him close to his chest.
"Follow what I do with my feet okay?"
"Yazoo, I..."
Yazoo stepped to his left, pulling Sephiroth with him. He turned, then stopped suddenly. He stepped back with one foot and then forward again. Then with the other foot he stepped forward, expecting Sephiroth to move with him, yet he didn't. Yazoos' foot came between Sephiroths' feet, his knee nudging at Sephiroths' groin. Sephiroth let go of Yazoo and stepped back suddenly.
"Okay, I think I'm done now." Sephiroth said worriedly.
"I'd never hurt you, Sephiroth. Now come on, you have to try." Yazoo said pulling him close again.
Sephiroth looked at him and smiled. Yazoo put his foot behind him and said,
"Now you put your foot forward."
Sephiroth put it forward and looked at Yazoo, "What now?"
"Now you put your back, and mine goes forward."
Sephiroth put his back and Yazoo put his foot forward.
"Good. Now lets try it all together."
They started it again, with Sephiroth clumsily stepping at the wrong times. Then Yazoo let go of him and spun behind Sephiroth, who stood and nervously looked around.
"Now you spin around me." Yazoo said pushing Sephiroth where he had to go.
Sephiroth spun once, and then attempted to twirl while spinning around Yazoo. He tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor loudly. Yazoo turned and tried to help him up but Sephiroth pushed his hand away, stood on his own and angrily walked to his room. Yazoo giggled and followed him.
Yazoo slowly opened the bedroom door and saw Sephiroth on the edge of the bed. Yazoo approached and sat beside Sephiroth, who stared at the floor. Yazoo leaned over and hugged him.
"It's okay if you can't dance," Yazoo said softly.
"I just don't see the point. It'll never help me in any battle. It'll never save my life," Sephiroth said pulling himself more towards the center of the bed.
Yazoo reached into the side table and pulled out a hairbrush. He positioned himself behind Sephiroth and pulled all of his hair back. The long silky strands slid through his fingers.
"Its really all right. Don't worry about it."Yazoo carefully brushed Sephiroths' silver hair. There were no tangles, although Sephiroth enjoyed the feeling. Yazoo got to the ends of his hair when he put the brush down and moved his hands over Sephiroths' shoulders. He gripped onto them and squeezed gently. Sephiroth let out a moan. Yazoo moved his thumbs down his back and pushed upwards. Then he moved up and sat next to Sephiroth.
"Why'd you stop?"
"I know something that will make you feel better, Sephiroth."
"Yea, and what's that?"
Yazoo crawled off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. He reached up and unhooked his chest straps and let them slide down his body to the floor. Sephiroths' eyes widened, his mouth fell open. Yazoo began to sway his body back and forth, side to side. He leaned forward and grabbed hold of the baseboard. He looked seductively at Sephiroth and stood again. He threw his head back and reached the zipper at his chin. He pulled the zipper all the way down, exposing his bare chest beneath. Sephiroth shifted his weight and crossed his legs. Yazoo jumped upon the bed and wrapped the jacket around Sephiroths' back. Yazoo leaned down into Sephiroths' blushing face, staring deep into his eyes. Yazoo brushed his lips against the other mans and reached down. He unbuttoned Sephiroths' pants slowly, seductively. Sephiroth pulled away from Yazoos soft kiss and placed his hands over his pants' zipper.
"Yazoo..." Sephiroth said as Yazoo looked at him.
"Trust me, Sephiroth. I want to make you happy." Yazoo said kissing Sephiroth again. His soft lips pressed against Sephiroths'. Sephiroth closed his eyes and moaned, allowing Yazoo to continue. Yazoo pushed his lips harder into Sephiroth, forcing him to lay down. Sephiroth reached up and held Yazoos' neck and caressed his lips with his tongue. Yazoo pushed down the larger mans shoulder, pinning him down with his own weight. Yazoo broke the kiss and moved to Sephiroths' neck, where he kissed, sucked and nibbled on the soft flesh.
"Oh, Yazoo. That's wonderful." Sephiroth said lustfully.
"Glad you like it," Yazoo said between kisses, "because even if you didn't I still have you in my control. You're all mine Sephiroth."
Yazoo bit down on Sephiroths' hard shoulder muscle, just as Sephiroths' eyes flew open. It was not because the bite hurt him, it was that comment. An old smirk crossed Sephiroths' lips.
"Is that so, Yazoo?" Sephiroth said in his deepest voice.
Yazoo pulled away from molesting his neck and looked up slowly in realization of what he had said.
"Sephiroth. I...I just," Yazoo stammered.
Sephiroth swiftly grabbed hold of the hands on his shoulders and forced both of them to a sitting position. He felt Yazoos' arms tremble.
"Trust me, Yazoo. I want to make you happy. Do you trust me, Yazoo?" Sephiroth said in a sarcastic tone.
Sephiroth twisted the two of them around, switching positions. He pushed Yazoo down into the downy blankets. He straddled Yazoo and stared down upon him. Yazoos' eyes darted between Sephiroths', trying to read them. Sephiroth laughed and leaned down, smothering Yazoos' face and neck with kisses. He bit down on Yazoos' bottom lip and his hips simultaneously thrusted forward. Continuing with the kiss, Sephiroth licked Yazoos' lips and tongue. He moved his hands from Yazoos' shoulders, over his collar bones, over his chest and abs to his pants and just beneath them. Yazoo heaved in all the air through his nose he could take and looked at Sephiroth with wide eyes. Sephiroth rubbed his hands back and forth over Yazoos' pubic hair, allowing his knuckles to slightly graze his erection. With every touch, Yazoo bucked slightly, letting his animal instincts control him. Yazoo began breathing heavier after Sephiroth released his kiss, allowing his hands to move up and down Sephiroths' entire body. Pleading for Sephiroth to take him.
"I need you, Sephiroth. Please." Yazoo begged.
"I know you do, Yazoo." Sephiroth said as his mouth became muffled with Yazoos' mouth again.
His kisses lead down Yazoos' chest, where he sucked and kissed his soft skin. With every advance towards Yazoos' pelvis, Sephiroths' hands inched Yazoos' pants lower and lower. Sephiroth lay down beside Yazoo and lowered his pants to his knees. Yazoo sat up and kissed Sephiroth while he removed them completely. Yazoo ended the kiss and removed Sephiroths' pants as well. Sephiroth took the pants, turned and tossed them to the floor. Upon turning back around he saw Yazoo spread across the bed n all directions.
"When did you put that up there?" Yazoo asked pointing to his reflection in the mirror above him.
Sephiroth looked up at it and smiled keenly, "When you were out. It makes things more interesting. Now are you ready, Yazoo?"
Yazoo watched in the mirror as Sephiroth came crawling towards him. Sephiroth supported himself with his left hand as he pulled Yazoos leg up over his shoulder. Sephiroth grabbed hold of himself and put it right before Yazoo. Yazoo could feel the pressure pushing against him. He squinted his eyes closed, waiting for the push that would get them going. He inhaled in great gasps and held Sephiroths' shoulders tightly. Yet nothing came. He exhaled and opened his eyes just as Sephiroth spoke,
"It won't be that easy, Yazoo."
Sephiroth reached up, rubbing Yazoos' stomach. Yazoo quaked beneath him in both coldness and anticipation.
"Do you feel cold, Yazoo?"
"Only a little, but I'm okay. What are you going to do Sephiroth?"
Sephiroth felt Yazoo relax slightly as they talked.
"Do you love me?"
"Why would you ask that, Sephiroth? You know I..."
Sephiroth rammed himself into Yazoo as they both let out a loud scream. Yazoo gripped the sheets beneath them and his eyes squinted closed again. Sephiroth felt Yazoo tighten around him, which gave him more pleasure. Sephiroth still held his weight on his left hand, and now held Yazoos' leg in place with the other. Sephiroth began pumping Yazoo softly at first, growing harder. Yazoo moaning beneath him, in cries of ecstasy. After closing his eyes, Sephiroth reached under Yazoo and pulled him closer to him, letting him push deeper into Yazoo. Yazoo squirmed under him, bringing his hands to Sephiroth back and raking his nails over his skin.
Yazoo opened his eyes to see Sephiroths' sweaty back heaving towards him in the reflection above the bed. Sephiroths strong legs lay behind him as he used his knees to help support their weight. His large feet and left hand were gripped onto the sheets. Straight before him he stared at his sweaty face and his long aristocratic nose. His eyes, staring down at his work. His long, silver hair draped over his shoulders and swayed with his momentum. The thick smell of hot sex wafted over the room. Yazoo reached up and touched Sephiroths' sweaty face and felt the wetness on his fingers. Sephiroth looked up and flashed a satisfied smile at Yazoo between low moans. All of his senses were heightened and filled with all these wonderful things. The continuous ramming by Sephiroth made him cry out. He grabbed hold of Sephiroth and pulled his down on top of him completely. Sephiroth moaned and thrusted as hard as he could into Yazoo. Sephiroth moved the hand that was once supporting him onto Yazoos' large erection. Yazoo moaned and squinted his eyes closed again. A few strokes in time with Sephiroth rhythm made Yazoos' back arch and his toes curl. Sephiroth threw back his head, clenched his teeth and released a loud moan. Yazoo let himself off in Sephiroths' warm hand as he felt Sephiroths' muscles jerk and tighten quickly. He felt warm inside and he knew that Sephiroth was satisfied. Sephiroth completely relaxed and was gasping for breath. Yazoo held Sephiroths' head close to his chest. Sephiroth could hear Yazoos' heart racing along with his.
Yazoo awoke the next morning with Sephiroth at his side. He wrapped a house coat around himself and proceeded to gathering the clothes lay askew on the floor. As he picked up Sephiroths' pants, he heard a voice from behind him.
"What an interesting image to awake to," Sephiroth laughed.
"I thought you had to work today?"
"I don't have to if I don't want to. Leaves more time for us," Sephiroth said winking.
"Well, I suppose I agree."
Sephiroth stretched out, flexing every muscle. Yazoo stared at him in awe. Sephiroth reached over and pulled Yazoo onto the bed. He looked at Yazoo lovingly, Yazoo returned with a strong hug.
"I could lay here forever, Yazoo."
"Me too," Yazoo responded closing his eyes.
"Don't fall asleep again," Sephiroth said shaking Yazoo slightly. "We aren't even dressed yet. Besides, who said I was finished with you?"
Yazoo sat up and looked at Sephiroth questioning whether he meant the statement or not.
"Again?" Yazoo asked.
Sephiroth stood up and leapt off the bed laughing. He gathered some clothes from the closet and loosely put on some black pants. Casually catching a glimpse at Yazoo sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sephiroth walked from the bedroom to the main lobby. He opened the closet where his armor and coat hung. It was missing. He moved the objects in the closet from left to right, looking between each garment. Nothing.
"Where'd I leave the damned thing?" Sephiroth thought, glancing behind him as closed the closet.
He walked into the large living room from the foyer, still nothing. Walking through the kitchen he reached a hand into the other closet. Nothing but Yazoos' clothes. He put his hands on his exposed hips and sighed.
"Perhaps in my room."
Sephiroth opened the door to his room to see Yazoo standing in front of a large mirror holding Sephiroths' sword. He stared at himself as he swung the heavy sword slowly. He cocked his head and said,
"You pathetic SOLDIERS are nothing compared to me. I wield the unmatchable Masamune, and can crush any of you with my remarkable strength and power. How can you even comprehend what..."
Yazoo stopped as Sephiroth burst out laughing. He dropped the sword suddenly and his face went red. Sephiroth leaned forward on his knees laughing uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, Sephiroth. I didn't mean to take it. I just wanted to..."
"To play me?" Sephiroth said laughing.
Yazoo looked away in embarrassment.
"'My remarkable strength and power'? You slay me, Yazoo. That was truly genuine." He said giggling.
"Stop it, Sephiroth." Yazoo said pouting.
Sephiroth reached down and picked up his sword. He walked up to the bedside where Yazoo sat avoiding eye contact. Sephiroth sat down and pulled Yazoos' face towards his. He snuggled his nose against his cheek and smiled,
"I think it's adorable, Yazoo. You can play me anytime."
Yazoo said nothing but only smiled. Sephiroth hugged Yazoo and he returned the hug.
"I'm going to train for a while, then I'll come in and have a shower. I'll see you in a bit."
Sephiroth got off the bed and left the room.
Sephiroth stood in his regular beginning stance.
Yazoo stood before the open space, planning the layout and the finished product.
Sephiroth inhaled and whirled the large sword around him backward. His foot stepping forward as he thrusted the sword outward. His hair spun around him, his eyes determined.
Yazoo swept his hand over the surface, sketching quickly his idea. He stood back, satisfied he picked up the tubes of color. He applied the bright abstractions straight onto the lines. He chose a brush and swept the color into the large spaces. The light captured the colorful brilliance.
Grabbing the sword with two hands he cut downwards through the air. Letting his one arm extend behind him and crying out loudly, he swung upward and twisted. His shoes dug into the light soil beneath him. The sun magnified the tiny droplets of sweat on his face.
The advancing image before him reflected in his eyes as he squinted to focus. The large blocks of color now applied, he thought about the minor details. He closed his eyes and envisioned his inspiration. He thought of remedial things, insignificant things and put them down. He opened his eyes and signed in awe of what he created. He touched the sticky face of his masterpiece and smiled.
Landing hard on his knee, he sighed and laughed slightly. He felt confidant in himself, in his abilities. He rose slowly, and adjusted his long hair. He wiped the sweat from his brow and closed his eyes. He extended his arms, holding the sword with both hands in front of him. He thought of those who wanted to be like him, how they envied him. He smiled and spun quickly, sheathing the sword effortless. He walked toward the house again.
Yazoo greeted Sephiroth at the door. Sephiroth looked down at the multicolored mess that covered Yazoos' bare chest. Yazoo looked so enthused as Sephiroth asked,
"What have you been into?"
"Come see what I have made for you!"
Yazoo grabbed hold of Sephiroths' hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Sephiroth had just enough time to hang his sword in it's place on the wall. A large easel was displayed in the middle of the room with an immense canvas on top of it. Sephiroth stared in awe as he saw himself immortalized in paint before him. Yazoo released his hold on his arm and bounced delightfully beside Sephiroth.
"So, is it good? Do you like it?"
"You did this?"
"Yea, when you were training. It's you!"
"I know that, Yazoo. It's wonderful."
"What's wrong? You sound disappointed."
"How could I be? I'm just stunned."
Sephiroth stared at the glimmering hues of wet paint splayed across the surface. His mouth open in awe and his eyes frantic, looking at everything contained in the painted image. Sephiroth finally smiled and hugged Yazoo, thanking him for such a beautifully rendered piece.
"I need a shower, Yazoo and so do you. Look at you, what did you do roll in it?"
Yazoo smiled and held onto his lovers' waist. Both of them walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind them. Sephiroth threw back the curtain and pulled the tap towards him, allowing the water to start flowing out of the shower head above him. He touched the water and adjusted the temperature to suit him.
Yazoo quietly undressed behind him.
Sephiroth turned to see Yazoos' nude body standing directly behind him, his head cocked slightly, almost daring. Sephiroth gasped and smiles as he touched Yazoos' chest. The light mist from the shower touched both of their bodies. Sephiroths fingers trailed down Yazoos' chest and abdomen as Yazoo pulled down Sephiroth pants. Yazoo bent to his knees and as Sephiroths' pants become completely removed, he found himself at eye level with Sephiroths' erection. Sephiroth looked down in anticipation.
Yazoo looked up at Sephiroth. He stared directly into his aquamarine eyes, his thick black lashes that darted from them. His moistened face and his parted coral lips, almost trembling as his heart raced, awaiting Yazoos' decision on what to do with his exposed sex. Yazoo smiled playfully and wrapped his entire hand around Sephiroths' arousal. Sephiroth moaned and threw back his head. Sephiroths' large hand grabbed Yazoos' shoulder and massaged it gently. Yazoo reached his hand up and touched Sephiroths' taught calf muscle and ran it upwards over the back of his thigh, to his backside. He grabbed the tender flesh of his cheek as he simultaneously took all of him into his mouth.
Sephiroth let out a loud, pleasure filled scream and looked down at Yazoo with an open mouth, shocked and pleased at the same time. Sephiroths' hand moved from his shoulder to the back of Yazoos' head and grabbed a fistful of his silver hair. He bucked lightly at the same time as Yazoo took more of him. Slowly working together towards Sephiroths; climax. Sephiroth let out loud cries as he came closer and closer to the point where he couldn't hold back any longer. Then Yazoo reached up as high as he could to reach Sephiroths' lower back and grabbed at the soft skin with his nails and ripped them downwards. Sephiroth screamed as he let go into Yazoos' mouth. Yazoo took all of him and swallowed.
Sephiroth collapsed to his knees, breathing hard. He fell right in front of Yazoo, who wiped away the extra from his lips. Yazoo reached out and grabbed Sephiroth under the arms. He tried to pick him up and noticed how heavy Sephiroth was. Sephiroth smiled and tried his best to stand. They both went into the showers' warm water. Sephiroth leaned against the wall, still slightly winded and exhausted.
Yazoo grabbed the soap from the built in shelf and lathered it between his hands. He then passed it to Sephiroth who did the same. Yazoo smeared the soapy bubbles over Sephiroths' chest and arms. He lathered it down his hips and over his legs. Sephiroth washed Yazoos body, as he washed his. Then, taking turns, they washed each others' hair. Scrubbing the long, silver hair between their hands and a layer of bubbles. Eventually, they both stepped out of the water and onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. They both took a towel and dried the last droplets of water from each other. Wearing only towels, both of them walked holding hands to their bed for am early bedtime.
Late that night, Yazoo awoke alarmed. He touched beside him, only to feel the cool bed sheets. He sat up and stared into the darkness around him.
"Sephiroth?"
There was no response. Yazoo got up and felt around the room for the door. He followed the wall around until he felt the handle. He cautiously turned it and let the light come flooding in. Yazoo squinted as he spied into the next room.
At first glance it looked as though Sephiroth was practicing again. Yazoo watched though as Sephiroth hummed a slow song and glided around the room. His bare feet touched the floor so lightly, and his arms extended from him Yazoo developed goose bumps and an overwhelming feeling of love as he realized Sephiroth was trying to dance.
Sephiroth repeated all of the steps Yazoo had attempted to teach him before. Yazoo smiled and sweet tears of happiness came to his eyes. Sephiroth tried all of the steps in the soft light of the kerosene lamp. Then he tried to do the spin. Again he tripped over his feet and fell to the floor. Yazoo clenched his face up as Sephiroth came crashing to the ground as he did before. A tear fell to Yazoos' cheek. Sephiroth sat on the ground for a moment before standing angrily, grabbing the lamp and hurling it out onto the balcony. Millions of tiny shards of shattered glass exploded into the air. The tiny flame remained on the flammable braid of cotton, giving off only a very small amount of light.
Sephiroth collapsed to the ground and folded his legs beneath him. He rested his head on his hands, and began to sob into them. Yazoo felt his heart breaking as he watched. He made his way back to bed, not wanting to disturb Sephiroth and embarrass him. Several minutes passed and Sephiroth returned to the bedroom. He crawled under the light sheet and put his arm around Yazoos' body. He held him closer before falling asleep.
Yazoo had a vivd dream that night. It was both frightening and wondrously beautiful as well. It was set in a nearby town, yet the town itself was set ablaze. Towering flames engulfed every building and every house. Then amongst the flames came Sephiroth. Completely unharmed by the destruction behind him. His face lit up by the shades of orange and red. His silver hair seemed magical against the yellow flames. Yet his face, which was normally bright and beautiful seemed full of hatred and anger. His Mako eyes scorned with torment, darkened by thoughts of evil and death. This wasn't Sephiroth, this was someone, something else.
Author: vampire-zero
Fandom: Pre-Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Sephiroth x Yazoo
Rating: 18-A to R
Warnings: No actual "bad words" used. But there is detailed mention of man on man sex etc.
Prompt: Hot Sephy/Yazoo lovin'. My first fanfic so please humor me
Summary: Long story that isnt finshed. Yazoo and Sephiroth enjoy their life together, yet Yazoo enjoys something that Sephiroth cannot complete for him. He cannot dance. Yazoo tries to teac him to no avail. The story shall continue upon request.
Notes: My first fanfic of any kind. Please lemme know what you think and if i should continue the story.
4645 words.
Have we never danced?
Sephiroth swung open the think wooden door to his house and proceeded inside with a sigh. Before the door could close behind him, he had unbuckled his massive shoulder protection. He set them on his chair beside his full length mirror. He loosened his belt and hung it over the back of the chair. He reached down and slid off his large, knee high boots and set them next to mirror. Pulling off his gloves, he walked towards his closet and hung up his long coat. While he was putting the gloves into the coat pocket, two soft, pale hands reached from behind and caressed Sephiroths' muscular chest.
"How was today?" Asked a soft voice from behind.
"I don't know Yazoo, sometimes it seems like none of the SOLDIERS are even trying."
"They just aren't as good as you. Now come see what I've laid out for you." Yazoo said as he left the room.
Sephiroth closed the closet and eventually followed Yazoo around the corner. A thick aroma filled his nose as he approached the kitchen. Yazoo was standing in the middle of the room with two plates of food and a smile on his face. Sephiroths' eyebrows twitched in excitement as again he followed Yazoo to the table. Yazoo placed Sephiroths plate down and took his across the table and sat down. Sephroth didn't need an invitation as he quickly sat down and smiled at Yazoo.
A large plate of lasagna sat before them both, two foaming glasses of champagne and two peach colored candles gave off a soft glow that caressed both of their faces.
Yazoo stared across the table at his lover. He loved the way that the soft orange glow from the candles touched Sephiroths face. His thin nose gave an exquisite touch. His thin lips softly slid along the fork as he ate his meal. His large yet soft hand reached for the glass of sparkling beverage. Shivers ran down Yazoos' spine when Sephiroth gazed up at him. His Mako eyes danced from under his thick silver eyebrows. A face of a God.
"Thank you for making me my favorite meal, Yazoo. What's the occasion?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to make it for you."
"How come you are not eating yours?"
"Oh, I was... I was just,"
"Watching me?"
"Actually," Yazoo said laughing, "Yes I was. You are wondrously attractive."
"Thank you, Yazoo. You are also very beautiful. Now, eat before you waste away to nothing." Sephiroth said jokingly.
Sephiroth finally took a drink from his glass and continued eating. Yazoo also started eating. Sephiroth finished first, since he had a head start sop he watched Yazoo as he finished. Sephiroth, with his head cocked slightly, observed how the light showed all the feminine aspects of Yazoos' face. His delicate cheeks, his soft skin, his long silver hair. Sephiroth had a half smile across his face as Yazoo looked up at him.
"Now who's staring?" Yazoo said happily.
"Are you finished?" Sephiroth asked.
"Yea," Yazoo said taking a final bite, "Okay now I'm done."
Sephiroth stood and took the last bit on champagne into his mouth from his glass and savored it as long as he could before he swallowed. Yazoo feasted his eyes upon Sephiroths' bare chest. He loved it when he wore nothing but his black pants around the house. One of the simpler pleasures. Sephiroth arched his back as he finished off his drink, his abdomen muscles flexed and Yazoo heard himself sigh. Sephiroth looked towards him and raised an eyebrow. Yazoo smiled and blushed. Sephiroth picked up the plates and carried them to the kitchen. He ran the water and filled the sink with soapy water. He took the cloth and began washing the dishes. Yazoo now stood at the table, trying to gather himself after such a delightful visual experience. After a large sigh, he joined Sephiroth in the kitchen. He watched as his back and shoulder muscles flexed with every swish of the cloth.
"I know you are watching me again, Yazoo." Sephiroth said turning around. Yazoos' shocked face stared up at him. Sephiroth reached around and placed a froth of bubbles on Yazoos' nose. They both shared a laugh and they hugged each other.
"Leave the dishes, Seph." Yazoo said pressed up against the larger mans' chest.
Sephiroth brought his hand up and stroked at Yazoos' hair,
"What do you want to do then." He asked in a deep voice. Yazoo could hear it rumble from deep with his chest. He looked up at him and stepped back, quickly grabbing Sephiroths' hand and pulled it with him.
"I want to dance!"
"Dance?" Sephiroth said confused.
"Have we never danced?"
"I don't believe I can dance, Yazoo."
Yazoo was already spinning around the room, humming a soft tune. His feet made no sound as he padded around the room. His arms extended and his eyes closed.
"Everyone can, Sephiroth."
"Well, I don't think..." Sephiroth started just as Yazoo slammed into him. Sephiroths' strong figure held, as Yazoo came crashing to the ground.
"Yazoo!" Sephiroth exclaimed as he helped Yazoo to his feet.
"Well that wasn't supposed to happen," Yazoo said standing. "Let me show you, Sephiroth. Please let me show you."
Sephiroth thought for a moment and let out a sigh as he extended his hand to Yazoo. Yazoo smiled and took his hand in his. He pulled Sephiroths' hips towards his own and Sephiroth let out a surprised gasp. Yazoo smiled and pulled Sephiroths' other arm around him, holding him close to his chest.
"Follow what I do with my feet okay?"
"Yazoo, I..."
Yazoo stepped to his left, pulling Sephiroth with him. He turned, then stopped suddenly. He stepped back with one foot and then forward again. Then with the other foot he stepped forward, expecting Sephiroth to move with him, yet he didn't. Yazoos' foot came between Sephiroths' feet, his knee nudging at Sephiroths' groin. Sephiroth let go of Yazoo and stepped back suddenly.
"Okay, I think I'm done now." Sephiroth said worriedly.
"I'd never hurt you, Sephiroth. Now come on, you have to try." Yazoo said pulling him close again.
Sephiroth looked at him and smiled. Yazoo put his foot behind him and said,
"Now you put your foot forward."
Sephiroth put it forward and looked at Yazoo, "What now?"
"Now you put your back, and mine goes forward."
Sephiroth put his back and Yazoo put his foot forward.
"Good. Now lets try it all together."
They started it again, with Sephiroth clumsily stepping at the wrong times. Then Yazoo let go of him and spun behind Sephiroth, who stood and nervously looked around.
"Now you spin around me." Yazoo said pushing Sephiroth where he had to go.
Sephiroth spun once, and then attempted to twirl while spinning around Yazoo. He tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor loudly. Yazoo turned and tried to help him up but Sephiroth pushed his hand away, stood on his own and angrily walked to his room. Yazoo giggled and followed him.
Yazoo slowly opened the bedroom door and saw Sephiroth on the edge of the bed. Yazoo approached and sat beside Sephiroth, who stared at the floor. Yazoo leaned over and hugged him.
"It's okay if you can't dance," Yazoo said softly.
"I just don't see the point. It'll never help me in any battle. It'll never save my life," Sephiroth said pulling himself more towards the center of the bed.
Yazoo reached into the side table and pulled out a hairbrush. He positioned himself behind Sephiroth and pulled all of his hair back. The long silky strands slid through his fingers.
"Its really all right. Don't worry about it."Yazoo carefully brushed Sephiroths' silver hair. There were no tangles, although Sephiroth enjoyed the feeling. Yazoo got to the ends of his hair when he put the brush down and moved his hands over Sephiroths' shoulders. He gripped onto them and squeezed gently. Sephiroth let out a moan. Yazoo moved his thumbs down his back and pushed upwards. Then he moved up and sat next to Sephiroth.
"Why'd you stop?"
"I know something that will make you feel better, Sephiroth."
"Yea, and what's that?"
Yazoo crawled off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. He reached up and unhooked his chest straps and let them slide down his body to the floor. Sephiroths' eyes widened, his mouth fell open. Yazoo began to sway his body back and forth, side to side. He leaned forward and grabbed hold of the baseboard. He looked seductively at Sephiroth and stood again. He threw his head back and reached the zipper at his chin. He pulled the zipper all the way down, exposing his bare chest beneath. Sephiroth shifted his weight and crossed his legs. Yazoo jumped upon the bed and wrapped the jacket around Sephiroths' back. Yazoo leaned down into Sephiroths' blushing face, staring deep into his eyes. Yazoo brushed his lips against the other mans and reached down. He unbuttoned Sephiroths' pants slowly, seductively. Sephiroth pulled away from Yazoos soft kiss and placed his hands over his pants' zipper.
"Yazoo..." Sephiroth said as Yazoo looked at him.
"Trust me, Sephiroth. I want to make you happy." Yazoo said kissing Sephiroth again. His soft lips pressed against Sephiroths'. Sephiroth closed his eyes and moaned, allowing Yazoo to continue. Yazoo pushed his lips harder into Sephiroth, forcing him to lay down. Sephiroth reached up and held Yazoos' neck and caressed his lips with his tongue. Yazoo pushed down the larger mans shoulder, pinning him down with his own weight. Yazoo broke the kiss and moved to Sephiroths' neck, where he kissed, sucked and nibbled on the soft flesh.
"Oh, Yazoo. That's wonderful." Sephiroth said lustfully.
"Glad you like it," Yazoo said between kisses, "because even if you didn't I still have you in my control. You're all mine Sephiroth."
Yazoo bit down on Sephiroths' hard shoulder muscle, just as Sephiroths' eyes flew open. It was not because the bite hurt him, it was that comment. An old smirk crossed Sephiroths' lips.
"Is that so, Yazoo?" Sephiroth said in his deepest voice.
Yazoo pulled away from molesting his neck and looked up slowly in realization of what he had said.
"Sephiroth. I...I just," Yazoo stammered.
Sephiroth swiftly grabbed hold of the hands on his shoulders and forced both of them to a sitting position. He felt Yazoos' arms tremble.
"Trust me, Yazoo. I want to make you happy. Do you trust me, Yazoo?" Sephiroth said in a sarcastic tone.
Sephiroth twisted the two of them around, switching positions. He pushed Yazoo down into the downy blankets. He straddled Yazoo and stared down upon him. Yazoos' eyes darted between Sephiroths', trying to read them. Sephiroth laughed and leaned down, smothering Yazoos' face and neck with kisses. He bit down on Yazoos' bottom lip and his hips simultaneously thrusted forward. Continuing with the kiss, Sephiroth licked Yazoos' lips and tongue. He moved his hands from Yazoos' shoulders, over his collar bones, over his chest and abs to his pants and just beneath them. Yazoo heaved in all the air through his nose he could take and looked at Sephiroth with wide eyes. Sephiroth rubbed his hands back and forth over Yazoos' pubic hair, allowing his knuckles to slightly graze his erection. With every touch, Yazoo bucked slightly, letting his animal instincts control him. Yazoo began breathing heavier after Sephiroth released his kiss, allowing his hands to move up and down Sephiroths' entire body. Pleading for Sephiroth to take him.
"I need you, Sephiroth. Please." Yazoo begged.
"I know you do, Yazoo." Sephiroth said as his mouth became muffled with Yazoos' mouth again.
His kisses lead down Yazoos' chest, where he sucked and kissed his soft skin. With every advance towards Yazoos' pelvis, Sephiroths' hands inched Yazoos' pants lower and lower. Sephiroth lay down beside Yazoo and lowered his pants to his knees. Yazoo sat up and kissed Sephiroth while he removed them completely. Yazoo ended the kiss and removed Sephiroths' pants as well. Sephiroth took the pants, turned and tossed them to the floor. Upon turning back around he saw Yazoo spread across the bed n all directions.
"When did you put that up there?" Yazoo asked pointing to his reflection in the mirror above him.
Sephiroth looked up at it and smiled keenly, "When you were out. It makes things more interesting. Now are you ready, Yazoo?"
Yazoo watched in the mirror as Sephiroth came crawling towards him. Sephiroth supported himself with his left hand as he pulled Yazoos leg up over his shoulder. Sephiroth grabbed hold of himself and put it right before Yazoo. Yazoo could feel the pressure pushing against him. He squinted his eyes closed, waiting for the push that would get them going. He inhaled in great gasps and held Sephiroths' shoulders tightly. Yet nothing came. He exhaled and opened his eyes just as Sephiroth spoke,
"It won't be that easy, Yazoo."
Sephiroth reached up, rubbing Yazoos' stomach. Yazoo quaked beneath him in both coldness and anticipation.
"Do you feel cold, Yazoo?"
"Only a little, but I'm okay. What are you going to do Sephiroth?"
Sephiroth felt Yazoo relax slightly as they talked.
"Do you love me?"
"Why would you ask that, Sephiroth? You know I..."
Sephiroth rammed himself into Yazoo as they both let out a loud scream. Yazoo gripped the sheets beneath them and his eyes squinted closed again. Sephiroth felt Yazoo tighten around him, which gave him more pleasure. Sephiroth still held his weight on his left hand, and now held Yazoos' leg in place with the other. Sephiroth began pumping Yazoo softly at first, growing harder. Yazoo moaning beneath him, in cries of ecstasy. After closing his eyes, Sephiroth reached under Yazoo and pulled him closer to him, letting him push deeper into Yazoo. Yazoo squirmed under him, bringing his hands to Sephiroth back and raking his nails over his skin.
Yazoo opened his eyes to see Sephiroths' sweaty back heaving towards him in the reflection above the bed. Sephiroths strong legs lay behind him as he used his knees to help support their weight. His large feet and left hand were gripped onto the sheets. Straight before him he stared at his sweaty face and his long aristocratic nose. His eyes, staring down at his work. His long, silver hair draped over his shoulders and swayed with his momentum. The thick smell of hot sex wafted over the room. Yazoo reached up and touched Sephiroths' sweaty face and felt the wetness on his fingers. Sephiroth looked up and flashed a satisfied smile at Yazoo between low moans. All of his senses were heightened and filled with all these wonderful things. The continuous ramming by Sephiroth made him cry out. He grabbed hold of Sephiroth and pulled his down on top of him completely. Sephiroth moaned and thrusted as hard as he could into Yazoo. Sephiroth moved the hand that was once supporting him onto Yazoos' large erection. Yazoo moaned and squinted his eyes closed again. A few strokes in time with Sephiroth rhythm made Yazoos' back arch and his toes curl. Sephiroth threw back his head, clenched his teeth and released a loud moan. Yazoo let himself off in Sephiroths' warm hand as he felt Sephiroths' muscles jerk and tighten quickly. He felt warm inside and he knew that Sephiroth was satisfied. Sephiroth completely relaxed and was gasping for breath. Yazoo held Sephiroths' head close to his chest. Sephiroth could hear Yazoos' heart racing along with his.
Yazoo awoke the next morning with Sephiroth at his side. He wrapped a house coat around himself and proceeded to gathering the clothes lay askew on the floor. As he picked up Sephiroths' pants, he heard a voice from behind him.
"What an interesting image to awake to," Sephiroth laughed.
"I thought you had to work today?"
"I don't have to if I don't want to. Leaves more time for us," Sephiroth said winking.
"Well, I suppose I agree."
Sephiroth stretched out, flexing every muscle. Yazoo stared at him in awe. Sephiroth reached over and pulled Yazoo onto the bed. He looked at Yazoo lovingly, Yazoo returned with a strong hug.
"I could lay here forever, Yazoo."
"Me too," Yazoo responded closing his eyes.
"Don't fall asleep again," Sephiroth said shaking Yazoo slightly. "We aren't even dressed yet. Besides, who said I was finished with you?"
Yazoo sat up and looked at Sephiroth questioning whether he meant the statement or not.
"Again?" Yazoo asked.
Sephiroth stood up and leapt off the bed laughing. He gathered some clothes from the closet and loosely put on some black pants. Casually catching a glimpse at Yazoo sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sephiroth walked from the bedroom to the main lobby. He opened the closet where his armor and coat hung. It was missing. He moved the objects in the closet from left to right, looking between each garment. Nothing.
"Where'd I leave the damned thing?" Sephiroth thought, glancing behind him as closed the closet.
He walked into the large living room from the foyer, still nothing. Walking through the kitchen he reached a hand into the other closet. Nothing but Yazoos' clothes. He put his hands on his exposed hips and sighed.
"Perhaps in my room."
Sephiroth opened the door to his room to see Yazoo standing in front of a large mirror holding Sephiroths' sword. He stared at himself as he swung the heavy sword slowly. He cocked his head and said,
"You pathetic SOLDIERS are nothing compared to me. I wield the unmatchable Masamune, and can crush any of you with my remarkable strength and power. How can you even comprehend what..."
Yazoo stopped as Sephiroth burst out laughing. He dropped the sword suddenly and his face went red. Sephiroth leaned forward on his knees laughing uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, Sephiroth. I didn't mean to take it. I just wanted to..."
"To play me?" Sephiroth said laughing.
Yazoo looked away in embarrassment.
"'My remarkable strength and power'? You slay me, Yazoo. That was truly genuine." He said giggling.
"Stop it, Sephiroth." Yazoo said pouting.
Sephiroth reached down and picked up his sword. He walked up to the bedside where Yazoo sat avoiding eye contact. Sephiroth sat down and pulled Yazoos' face towards his. He snuggled his nose against his cheek and smiled,
"I think it's adorable, Yazoo. You can play me anytime."
Yazoo said nothing but only smiled. Sephiroth hugged Yazoo and he returned the hug.
"I'm going to train for a while, then I'll come in and have a shower. I'll see you in a bit."
Sephiroth got off the bed and left the room.
Sephiroth stood in his regular beginning stance.
Yazoo stood before the open space, planning the layout and the finished product.
Sephiroth inhaled and whirled the large sword around him backward. His foot stepping forward as he thrusted the sword outward. His hair spun around him, his eyes determined.
Yazoo swept his hand over the surface, sketching quickly his idea. He stood back, satisfied he picked up the tubes of color. He applied the bright abstractions straight onto the lines. He chose a brush and swept the color into the large spaces. The light captured the colorful brilliance.
Grabbing the sword with two hands he cut downwards through the air. Letting his one arm extend behind him and crying out loudly, he swung upward and twisted. His shoes dug into the light soil beneath him. The sun magnified the tiny droplets of sweat on his face.
The advancing image before him reflected in his eyes as he squinted to focus. The large blocks of color now applied, he thought about the minor details. He closed his eyes and envisioned his inspiration. He thought of remedial things, insignificant things and put them down. He opened his eyes and signed in awe of what he created. He touched the sticky face of his masterpiece and smiled.
Landing hard on his knee, he sighed and laughed slightly. He felt confidant in himself, in his abilities. He rose slowly, and adjusted his long hair. He wiped the sweat from his brow and closed his eyes. He extended his arms, holding the sword with both hands in front of him. He thought of those who wanted to be like him, how they envied him. He smiled and spun quickly, sheathing the sword effortless. He walked toward the house again.
Yazoo greeted Sephiroth at the door. Sephiroth looked down at the multicolored mess that covered Yazoos' bare chest. Yazoo looked so enthused as Sephiroth asked,
"What have you been into?"
"Come see what I have made for you!"
Yazoo grabbed hold of Sephiroths' hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Sephiroth had just enough time to hang his sword in it's place on the wall. A large easel was displayed in the middle of the room with an immense canvas on top of it. Sephiroth stared in awe as he saw himself immortalized in paint before him. Yazoo released his hold on his arm and bounced delightfully beside Sephiroth.
"So, is it good? Do you like it?"
"You did this?"
"Yea, when you were training. It's you!"
"I know that, Yazoo. It's wonderful."
"What's wrong? You sound disappointed."
"How could I be? I'm just stunned."
Sephiroth stared at the glimmering hues of wet paint splayed across the surface. His mouth open in awe and his eyes frantic, looking at everything contained in the painted image. Sephiroth finally smiled and hugged Yazoo, thanking him for such a beautifully rendered piece.
"I need a shower, Yazoo and so do you. Look at you, what did you do roll in it?"
Yazoo smiled and held onto his lovers' waist. Both of them walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind them. Sephiroth threw back the curtain and pulled the tap towards him, allowing the water to start flowing out of the shower head above him. He touched the water and adjusted the temperature to suit him.
Yazoo quietly undressed behind him.
Sephiroth turned to see Yazoos' nude body standing directly behind him, his head cocked slightly, almost daring. Sephiroth gasped and smiles as he touched Yazoos' chest. The light mist from the shower touched both of their bodies. Sephiroths fingers trailed down Yazoos' chest and abdomen as Yazoo pulled down Sephiroth pants. Yazoo bent to his knees and as Sephiroths' pants become completely removed, he found himself at eye level with Sephiroths' erection. Sephiroth looked down in anticipation.
Yazoo looked up at Sephiroth. He stared directly into his aquamarine eyes, his thick black lashes that darted from them. His moistened face and his parted coral lips, almost trembling as his heart raced, awaiting Yazoos' decision on what to do with his exposed sex. Yazoo smiled playfully and wrapped his entire hand around Sephiroths' arousal. Sephiroth moaned and threw back his head. Sephiroths' large hand grabbed Yazoos' shoulder and massaged it gently. Yazoo reached his hand up and touched Sephiroths' taught calf muscle and ran it upwards over the back of his thigh, to his backside. He grabbed the tender flesh of his cheek as he simultaneously took all of him into his mouth.
Sephiroth let out a loud, pleasure filled scream and looked down at Yazoo with an open mouth, shocked and pleased at the same time. Sephiroths' hand moved from his shoulder to the back of Yazoos' head and grabbed a fistful of his silver hair. He bucked lightly at the same time as Yazoo took more of him. Slowly working together towards Sephiroths; climax. Sephiroth let out loud cries as he came closer and closer to the point where he couldn't hold back any longer. Then Yazoo reached up as high as he could to reach Sephiroths' lower back and grabbed at the soft skin with his nails and ripped them downwards. Sephiroth screamed as he let go into Yazoos' mouth. Yazoo took all of him and swallowed.
Sephiroth collapsed to his knees, breathing hard. He fell right in front of Yazoo, who wiped away the extra from his lips. Yazoo reached out and grabbed Sephiroth under the arms. He tried to pick him up and noticed how heavy Sephiroth was. Sephiroth smiled and tried his best to stand. They both went into the showers' warm water. Sephiroth leaned against the wall, still slightly winded and exhausted.
Yazoo grabbed the soap from the built in shelf and lathered it between his hands. He then passed it to Sephiroth who did the same. Yazoo smeared the soapy bubbles over Sephiroths' chest and arms. He lathered it down his hips and over his legs. Sephiroth washed Yazoos body, as he washed his. Then, taking turns, they washed each others' hair. Scrubbing the long, silver hair between their hands and a layer of bubbles. Eventually, they both stepped out of the water and onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. They both took a towel and dried the last droplets of water from each other. Wearing only towels, both of them walked holding hands to their bed for am early bedtime.
Late that night, Yazoo awoke alarmed. He touched beside him, only to feel the cool bed sheets. He sat up and stared into the darkness around him.
"Sephiroth?"
There was no response. Yazoo got up and felt around the room for the door. He followed the wall around until he felt the handle. He cautiously turned it and let the light come flooding in. Yazoo squinted as he spied into the next room.
At first glance it looked as though Sephiroth was practicing again. Yazoo watched though as Sephiroth hummed a slow song and glided around the room. His bare feet touched the floor so lightly, and his arms extended from him Yazoo developed goose bumps and an overwhelming feeling of love as he realized Sephiroth was trying to dance.
Sephiroth repeated all of the steps Yazoo had attempted to teach him before. Yazoo smiled and sweet tears of happiness came to his eyes. Sephiroth tried all of the steps in the soft light of the kerosene lamp. Then he tried to do the spin. Again he tripped over his feet and fell to the floor. Yazoo clenched his face up as Sephiroth came crashing to the ground as he did before. A tear fell to Yazoos' cheek. Sephiroth sat on the ground for a moment before standing angrily, grabbing the lamp and hurling it out onto the balcony. Millions of tiny shards of shattered glass exploded into the air. The tiny flame remained on the flammable braid of cotton, giving off only a very small amount of light.
Sephiroth collapsed to the ground and folded his legs beneath him. He rested his head on his hands, and began to sob into them. Yazoo felt his heart breaking as he watched. He made his way back to bed, not wanting to disturb Sephiroth and embarrass him. Several minutes passed and Sephiroth returned to the bedroom. He crawled under the light sheet and put his arm around Yazoos' body. He held him closer before falling asleep.
Yazoo had a vivd dream that night. It was both frightening and wondrously beautiful as well. It was set in a nearby town, yet the town itself was set ablaze. Towering flames engulfed every building and every house. Then amongst the flames came Sephiroth. Completely unharmed by the destruction behind him. His face lit up by the shades of orange and red. His silver hair seemed magical against the yellow flames. Yet his face, which was normally bright and beautiful seemed full of hatred and anger. His Mako eyes scorned with torment, darkened by thoughts of evil and death. This wasn't Sephiroth, this was someone, something else.