Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Body Switch ❯ Chapter Six: Modern Miracles ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Modern Miracles

Aeris wasn't your typical female actress. Though she managed to play a cute and innocent women on the big screen, in reality, she was slightly off her rocker. She lived in the desert, in a small tent strung up between two saguaro cacti. But since there was no desert to be found in a close range to the city, she had set up house in the desert exhibit at the local city park. The owners didn't mind since she was a famous actress and everything. And Aeris made a lot of money by selling her special Aeris Juice at a stand on the edge of her desert home.

 

She tended to hand out advice to anyone who would listen to her speak for longer than five minutes, and it was usually the wrong advice. Like handing over a razor to a suicidal person... or telling a fat man to visit a dessert shop... or advising that nice young teacher that it was okay to sleep with his thirteen-year old student since `love conquered all'.

 

Cloud spent a good bit of his life avoiding the park simply because Aeris resided there. And he pretended he couldn't hear his phone ringing when she called since the phone was the only electrical luxury would allow herself. Aeris was not only eccentric, she was scary. And Cloud, despite all images, was a bit of a coward when it came to women. Exhibit A: Tifa.

 

Still, Sephiroth had a point. Weird shit had happened to them. Aeris was weird shit. Therefore, it made sense to go see her. Thus they found themselves standing in line at the Aeris Juice stand behind two squalling children and waiting for their chance to speak to the “Grape Juice Lady” as most of the neighborhood had taken to calling her. At least, those who didn't recognize her from her prior roles anyways.

 

“Cloud! Sephiroth! Now don't that just beat all?” Aeris said the moment she saw them. She planted a hand on her hip, waving a purplish-stained ladle at them. “Why, it's been a high minute since I seen the two of you... especially in the same place!”

 

Sephiroth's brow creased. “Why did she say your name first?” he muttered petulantly. Cloud elbowed him in the side.

 

“Ah, I'm sorry, Aeris,” Cloud apologized, rubbing the back of his head before smoothing the silver strands down. “I've been busy. Lots of guest appearances and such.”

 

She nodded in understanding before her jade eyes turned back towards the huge pot that was steaming slightly in front of her. The ladle dipped inside and she stirred. “Ah, the vigors of work, I s'pose. What's the occasion then?” Aeris continued before leering at them with a lascivious wink. “You two ain't getting married are ya? Cloud, you pregnant?”

 

Sephiroth felt the blush before it actually appeared, especially since Aeris was looking straight at him when she said that. “Men can't get pregnant, Aeris,” he reminded the female, wondering what special herb she had been burning this time.

 

She waved a hand of dismissal. “Poppycock! The government's got the technology, but they're just trying to keep women submissive so they won't let it go.” She stirred her pot just a bit more. “Besides, you two would make perty babies, uh-huh. So... when's the weddin'?”

 

“There is no wedding,” Cloud quickly interjected before she got too carried away. Behind them, the others waiting in line were beginning to get a little impatient. “We're not together, Aeris. We came here for your help?”

 

Her face brightened like the sun. “My help?” she questioned, blinking curiously. “Why, whatever for, Sephiroth?” Her head tilted to the side before she pulled up her ladle, tasting a bit of whatever she was stirring. “Ah, perfect.” *BELCH*

 

Sephiroth winced and surreptitiously covered his nose. “We had an encounter with an enchanted cookie,” he explained. “And now we've switched bodies. Think you can help get us back?”

 

Aeris' brows rose to her hairline. “An enchanted cookie? Well, how enchanting. Switched bodies, you say? That's amazing!”

 

Cloud felt himself twitch. Aeris only ever heard what she wanted to hear and only ever replied what she felt like saying. It was a trial just to simply talk to her and he felt his aggravation levels stirring. Someone behind him poked his back but he didn't bother to turn around. They had to hurry... if these people didn't get their Aeris Juice, then they were likely to riot. Cloud secretly suspected that Aeris laced the stuff with her special brand of “Healing herbs” or really, some sort of powdery drug that wasn't legal.

 

“Yes, yes, very amazing,” Cloud quickly said. “But we're tired of it and want to be back to our normal selves.” A drop of sweat beaded on his brow, brought about by the heat of the glaring sun above them. A wind stirred, sending plumes of sandy dust into the air and choking the waiting customers behind them. Coughing ensued.

 

Aeris sighed. “Well, if you put it that way.... have you tried fucking? I hear it's the cure to any itch.” She waggled her eyebrows at them, a distinctly lecherous look to her face. “I know that last time Lexaeus and I--”

 

“--That's nice,” Sephiroth hurriedly interjected, not wanting to hear about her and her latest squeeze toy's exploits. Aeris had absolutely no shame and loved to divulge details. Not only was Sephiroth gay but... he just didn't want to hear it. It made him shudder.

 

“But no, we've decided not to go that route. Cloud is not amenable.”

 

Aeris gave him a blank stare.

 

“Cloud said no,” Sephiroth amended, realizing that the word was probably a bit too large for her vocabulary. “Do you know of any other remedies?” He coughed lightly then, as a trickle of dust sand-blasted him in the face. A storm was really kicking up...

 

Jade eyes turned upwards. “Looks like it might storm,” she commented idly, a few whistles escaping from her lips. “You two might want to consider shelter or something, yah? But before you go, how about a cup?” She grinned at them, eyes sparkling as she stirred her pot some more.

 

Cloud sighed. “Aeris, we could really--”

 

“We'll take the cup,” Sephiroth interrupted, shooting his rival a glare. He leaned closer to the other male, rising a bit to whisper in his ear. “We're likely to go crazy if we stay here any longer. Let's just leave.”

 

The taller man took one look at Aeris before nodding. “You're probably right.” He planted a shit-eating smile on his face and held out a hand. “Thanks Aeris. We really appreciate your help.”

 

The female beamed as she dished out a cup, one to each of them. “You might be surprised,” she explained with a hearty wink as she handed the softly bubbling brew over. “It's been known to cure a thing or two. It might be just the thing you need to get that fertility flowing.”

 

Sephiroth glanced at his cup skeptically. “Is it safe to drink?” he accidentally wondered aloud. He missed Cloud wince and subtly back away. If there was one thing that one did not do, it was question Aeris' cooking skills when she was in audible range. Aeris was sweet but she had a volatile temper that took only seconds to--

 

“Are you saying that my Juice is not suitable for your palate?” Aeris growled, the raging fires of hell surging around her body as her eyes flashed a furious crimson.

 

Sephiroth's eyes widened as he gulped, an unexpected trembling taking over his body in the face of such a demon. His cup fell from nervous fingers, splashing to the ground and further invoking her ire.

 

“You would waste my precious gift?” she screeched.

 

Sephiroth swore on all that was holy and unholy both that she grew five feet right in front of him. A tongue forked out of her mouth and horns shot from her head as cackling laughter filled the air. Children screamed and scattered. Cloud took several more steps back, towards a safer range. Sephiroth was too scared to move.

 

“You shall pay for your transgression, infidel!” Aeris howled the last one, her voice rising to the clouds and parting the summer sky to reveal the moon. “Care Bear Stare!” she cast, throwing her arms out to the side.

 

A moment of silence passed.

 

Sephiroth tilted his head to the side, a bit confused. “Care Bear Stare?” he repeated. “Why... that doesn't sound bad at--omph!”

 

A wave of cuteness and light, rainbow and sparkles slammed into Sephiroth, forcing him off his feet. He flew across the ground before collapsing on his back, a twinkle of stars and cutely dancing ducks flitting around his head. Cloud watched in both awe and horror as Sephiroth suddenly started giggling manically, rolling about on the floor in laughter.

 

“Umm, Sephiroth?” Cloud asked tentatively, taking a very small step in his rival's direction. It was disconcerting to see his own body acting in such a manner.

Behind him, Aeris cackled evilly, finally having shrunk back to a normal size and semi-normal demeanor. “Ah, revenge is a dish best served immediately,” she commented before primly returning to stirring her juice.

 

Cloud gaped at her, prepared to beg for her to make the madness stop when the strange sound of Sephiroth humming in glee floated to his ears. Half-afraid but also eerily curious, Cloud's head creaked in the other male's direction. His eyes widened as he caught sight of Sephiroth in his body, rising to his feet only to spin around in a circle with a ballerina twirl.

 

A wide smile split across the other male's voice as he giggled and began dancing around, rainbow sparkles glittering in his wake. Out of nowhere, the nutcracker theme music began to play from invisible speakers and Sephiroth danced a ballerina jig. His feet twisted and turned as he flitted down the pathway, leaving dazzling shimmers behind him.

 

Gritting his teeth and feeling as if he had been trapped in some sort of bizarre twilight zone for the past forty-eight hours, Cloud took off running, chasing his dancing, twirling body down. He left Aeris without even a goodbye, though she didn't even seem to notice his departure. Which was fine with him.

 

Still, despite the fact that Sephiroth was flitting his way down the sidewalk, he was moving rather fast and stayed just behind Cloud's reach. The sky seemed to sparkle around him as that annoying giggle that was just wrong kept emerging from his lips.

 

“Nice dancing, fairy!”

 

The words rose up from the side as a random stranger caught sight of the twirling male.

 

A killing fury rose up in Cloud so strongly that he tackled the man to the ground and slammed a fist into his smirking face. “I'm not a fairy!” he growled, green eyes flashing. The man passed out with a groan, so weak that it only took a single punch.

 

“Oooo, my hero!” Sephiroth crooned, holding a hand to his forehead and pretending to swoon in relief. “My knight in shining arm--woah!”

 

“I'm so going to kick your ass when this is over!” Cloud growled, latching his fingers around Sephiroth's flailing arm and giving it a sharp yank. The man giggled and stumbled along after him. “I need a cure and I need it fast!”

 

Cloud whipped his gaze around, searching for some sort of sign or signal or something. He was getting tired of all this mess and was about at the end of his ropes. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

 

“Need a cure?” Someone rhetorically asked, sounding almost like an angel from above.

 

Sephiroth giggled and Cloud nodded his head rapidly, eyes frantically darting back and forth. “Yes!”

 

“Need it now?” the voice continued.

 

“YES!” Cloud shouted, raising a fist to the air and accidentally jerking on Sephiroth in the process. The other male did a dance and a twirl before latching onto his rival and cuddling up against him, rubbing cheek to cheek. It sent strange surges of longing through Cloud, which only increased his desperation.

 

“Then come visit Miracle Worker Miracle Max! You got a problem? He's got an answer. Stop by today for a free consultation!”

 

Rapid joy filled Cloud's heart so quickly it seemed that the sun broke through dark clouds and shined joyous light on his head. Angels sang in a choir above him and he felt as if he were standing in a halo of sheer elation.

 

“Yes!” he cried, practically jumping up and down with glee. “Yes! Dear kami, yes! Tell me where it is!”

 

Sephiroth giggled and hopped, clapping his hands with a wide grin on his face. “I'm so happy!” he crooned, throwing his arms wide around Cloud and trying to press their lips together. But his rival just wasn't having it.

 

Cloud slammed a palm into Sephiroth's face, pushing away the seeking lips. He craned his ears to hear the last of the proclamation.

 

“53rd on 53rd,” the announcer broadcasted with a perky tone. “You can't miss the big sign!”

 

A sigh of relief escaped Cloud's lips as he turned his eyes towards the nearest sign. They were currently on Fiftieth Street. Only a few more blocks to go and his salvation would be at hand. With that in mind, he flicked his singing and dancing companion across the forehead then proceeded to drag him down the street.

 

- - - - -

 

Sephiroth groaned, feeling as if he had been on a bender for the past two weeks. He put a hand to his throbbing head, trying to hold it together. Yet, Cloud refused to release his hold on Sephiroth's other arm, dragging him along with determination until they stood before Miracle Worker Miracle Max's Magnificent Museum of Marvel.... his place of business.

 

“Ergh...” Sephiroth groaned, wincing in the abnormal bright sunlight. “Trying say that name three times fast... urnnnn.”

 

Cloud rolled his eyes. “That's what you get for talking bad about Aeris. I warned you she was a little... off.”

 

His rival snorted, though it quickly degenerated into another pain-filled moan. “Off is a bit too weak for her. She's a plum fucking nut, Cloud.” He stumbled slightly as Cloud pushed on the door and dragged him inside, Sephiroth's feet tripping over the threshold.

 

“You don't see me arguing any different,” Cloud replied, wrinkling his nose as they stepped into the dim darkness. The smell of smoky herbs and questionable substances filtered through his senses, making him feel somewhat light-headed. His feet creaked over the wooden floors and for all intents and purposes the place seemed deserted.

 

Blue eyes peered into the dark, locating a checkout counter, a few shelves covered in herbs and a cloth-covered doorway in the back. “Hello?” Sephiroth called out, instantly regretting the noise. His head still throbbed. Aeris' damn care bear stare... grrrr. “You have customers.”

 

“Customers?” A voice suddenly shrieked from the back. “Real and true customers?” The checkered curtain swung wildly from its rings as a body emerged from the back, an aged lady with wrinkled skin and frazzled hair.

 

“Oh, my! So it's true. Customers after all!” she declared, clapping her hands together and grinning cheekily, displaying a mouth with only two or three teeth remaining it. “How wonderful.” She turned her head to the side, glaring daggers at the room she had just emerged from. “Dear. Get your ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!”

 

Cloud started at the sound of her scream, his heart thudding in his chest from the slight scare. He exchanged confused glances with Sephiroth but before they could even begin any sort of conversation, a man appeared from behind the curtain. Even more grizzled and elderly than the woman, he gave off a befuddled look.

 

“Coming, coming, coming,” he mumbled, giving off an annoyed tone, fiddling with something between his fingers and not even seeming to notice his customers.

 

“MAX!” the woman screeched, storming up to him and flailing her hands in the air. She circled the man like a hungry shark as he wandered towards the counter. “It's time you took in some business around here. Do some work! Help these people!” She flailed and sputtered before gesturing broadly to both Cloud and Sephiroth who could only blink in faint bemusement.

 

The man stared at the unidentified item in his hand for another moment before ever-so-slowly raising his head and regarding his visitors. He blinked, tilted his head to the side, and then blinked again. “Weeeeelllll, I haven't seen one of these in ages,” he commented with a sly grin. “A Switch Spell, hmm? And I suppose you want the cure?”

 

Cloud rolled his eyes. “No, I'd rather be stuck in his body for the rest of my life,” he replied sarcastically before placing both hands on his hips and glaring. “Of course we want the cure!”

 

Miracle Max wagged a finger at him. “Temper, temper, Mr. Spikes. I just wanted to be sure. Now... have you tried all the traditional remedies?”

 

The rivals exchanged glances. “Traditional?” Sephiroth repeated.

 

The elder male nodded as his wife disappeared to tut around doing nonsense in the back. “Yes.” He began to tick them off on his fingers. “Gummi Bear Scare, Pilfer's Passed Potion, Shortcake Seduction, Bond and Bend, and of course, my personal favorite, the classical method of removing frustrations... fucking it all away.”

 

Both males blinked. “We tried all of those!” Cloud cried before pausing and tilting his head to the side. “Except for the last one.”

 

Miracle Max was flabbergasted. “Why! That is the best one!” He flicked his hands at them. “Try that first and if it doesn't work, then come see me.”

 

Sephiroth slashed a hand through the air. “Every single person has suggested that but this guy says no.” He jerked a thumb towards Cloud. “We need an alternate remedy.”

 

Something strange gleamed in Max's eye as he put a hand on his chin, setting the item he once held on the counter. “An alternate remedy,” he mused, a hint of mischief to his tone. “Very well then. I'll give you an ultimate cure-all. It works like a charm and even tastes like chocolate!”

 

Cloud made a very unattractive face. “More consumables?” he questioned with a groan, not liking that idea in the slightest. He was tired of eating questionable substances.

 

Miracle Max drew up straight, a thunderous expression in his eyes. “You came to me for help, did you not?” he demanded sharply, seeming as if he grew four extra feet in three seconds.

 

The other male cowered beneath the deadly gaze. “Yes, sir,” Cloud replied meekly, wondering why his knees were suddenly knocking together. On the other side of him, Sephiroth snickered his amusement.

 

“Good.” And suddenly he was cheerful again as he turned towards the blanket-covered doorway. “Arlene! Bring that damn fool special cocoa bean out here!”

 

The two rivals exchanged glances, suddenly growing uncertain once more. This special remedy didn't sound like anything special at all. In fact, it sounded vaguely frightening.

 

“Coming dear!” she said in a singsong from the back. There was the sound of banging and thunking, followed by a strange sounding screech that made their hair stand on end. Then a very tasty aroma filtered out, an odd mix of coffee and chocolate that made their mouths water.

 

Seconds later, the woman emerged carrying a finely polished silver plate with two small and round dark spheres placed upon it. With a grand gesture, she laid them on the counter in front of the two rivals before moving to stand beside her husband.

 

“Thank you, ya old crone,” he grumbled, shooting her a strangely affectionate glare.

 

She snarled and playfully punched him. “You're welcome, impotent bag of hot air.” And with a haughty twitch of her hips, she was gone once more, back to conduct her business in the back. Whatever it was she was doing back there. Neither of the two ensorcerelled men wanted to think about it.

 

“Now,” Miracle Max began, gesturing towards the two round chunks of something that smelled quite delicious. “Take one for each of you and I guarantee it will work within seconds. But first, the payment.”

 

“Oh,” Cloud mumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet. “I almost forgot about that. See... we had this problem...” He trailed off, hating that they were broke especially since they were so close to the cure.

 

Sephiroth nodded, adding in his two cents... or since he was broke, his bit of free words. “Yes. In the course of our... difficulties, we have long since lost all items of value. We can't pay you.”

 

Max raised a brow. “You expected aid for free?”

 

“Maybe we can work something out?” Cloud inserted hastily. He looked around the shop. “Umm, maybe we could cut firewood or dust and clean around her or... something...” he finished somewhat vaguely, shrugging. He clasped his hands together and put a pleading expression on his face. “Anything, we'll do it. I swear.”

 

Sephiroth nodded again, much more vigorously this time. “Yes. You name it.”

 

The elderly male appeared thoughtful for a moment. He hummed and hawed, paced back and forth for a good forty seconds, then lit up a pipe, puffing on the grey smoke. He pondered for another three minutes before the idea struck him.

 

“Yes, of course. That is perfect.” He leaned, beckoning the men closer so as to whisper to them. “You see, my daughter is a fangirl of outrageous proportions. And she would love me forever if I could get an autographed picture of you--”

 

“--Of course!” Sephiroth and Cloud quickly agreed, interrupting his explanation.

 

“--kissing,” Miracle Max finished.

 

The two rivals immediately sweat-dropped. “It had to be that,” Cloud groaned.

 

“Don't worry,” Max sang happily as he nudged the tray towards them once more. “I only accept payment after proof of success. So if it fails, you're free to go.”

 

Sephiroth harrumphed, grudgingly taking the proffered item in one hand. “Not that its any consolation,” he mumbled under his breath.

 

Cloud, too, reached forward, wrapping his fingers around the sphere. To his surprised it was slightly mooshy and clung somewhat to his fingers. Much like chocolate. He tentatively sniffed it, finding that it smelled like expresso cocoa. He rather enjoyed that flavor.

 

“Well,” Cloud began, taking a deep breath as he looked at Sephiroth. He tipped his hand towards his rival. “Bottoms up.”

 

The other male shrugged and tilted his head back before popping the small ball into his mouth. Cloud did the same. They chewed in silence as Miracle Max watched with unerring intensity. The flavor was wonderful, delicious even, as it exploded over their tongue. And the chocolate went down easily, without even the slightest gurgle of their bellies. It was great.

 

And so they waited. Cloud fidgeted slightly as Sephiroth stared at his nails. Miracle Max puttered behind the counter, obviously looking for something as he occasionally snuck glances at the two.

 

Cloud sighed.

 

Sephiroth shifted his feet.

 

Miracle Max hummed a strange tune.

 

Cloud began to feel warm. Was it getting hotter in the room? He swiped a hand across his forehead but found he wasn't even sweating. And his skin tingled... perhaps that meant it was working.

 

He snuck a glance at Sephiroth... and couldn't look away. Sephiroth was looking at him too, it seemed. And his face was flushed. A rather cute blush was on his cheeks if Cloud looked close enough. And he did. Which brought about a certain reaction in his belly, a stirring, if you will. A shiver that raced down his spine... and blood that pooled in his groin.

 

The kind of reaction he was supposed to get only when he looked at Tifa. Wait? Who was Tifa? Why would he want this Tifa? Especially when that gorgeous hunk of a man was standing right next to him? Because Cloud didn't see himself when he looked at Sephiroth, despite knowing that they hadn't changed bodies. He saw Sephiroth as he was supposed to be. A rather attractive supposed to be.

 

“Cloud...” That was his name. Sephiroth had moaned it. And licked his lips. Ah, they were good looking lips, too. Lips Cloud wanted to taste.

 

Miracle Max tittered. “It worked perfectly,” he said. “As usual.” But he had no more comment to make because suddenly, the two were kissing.

 

Not just kissing. They were ravenously devouring each other's mouths as if they hadn't had sex in years. Lips and tongues were flying everywhere, hands groping and clutching, tearing at clothing yet fumbling in trying to remove it. Bodies were rubbing together; it was a seductive frenzy.

 

Click-Flash! The camera recorded the moment.

 

Snap-Boom! The trapdoor swung open.

 

Thunk-Groan! The two men hit the bottom, landing in a room filled to the brim with soft blankets and pillows... the room of a hedonist.

 

Creak-Slam! The trapdoor swung shut, leaving them trapped beneath in a sound-proofed room.

 

And above, Miracle Max hummed to himself as he disappeared back behind the curtain, idly shaking his Polaroid picture and waiting for the two men to finish. After all, he still wanted the autographs.

 

- - - -

 

Clothes were but a distant memory. Their skin was bared and rubbing together, heated and flushed with exertion. Cloud shoved his tongue inside Sephiroth's mouth, trying to devour as much of the other man as he could. He wasn't sure exactly how man on man sex worked but he figured he could go with the flow. At least one of the two of them was actually gay.

 

Not that he wanted to ponder on why he was doing this when he was straight. Most of the blood had left his brain and surged straight to his cock. That was all that mattered to him.

 

Sephiroth's hand trailed down his body. He encircled his hardened shaft and stroked, causing Cloud to moan and press against him, wriggling against Sephiroth's body. They panted and moaned as they rubbed against each other, sweat-slick skin sliding together.

 

Cloud hungrily nipped and sucked at whatever flesh was in reach, leaving marks everywhere his lips passed until he came across Sephiroth's nipple. He eyed the peaked flesh, wondering if it was as sensitive as a woman's before diving in, sucking ruthlessly. Sephiroth cried out, his body arching towards Cloud's mouth in encouragement and inwardly Cloud preened with relief. He rolled his hips, humping his hardened cock against Sephiroth's leg and getting minimal relief from the aching inside of him. But, it just wasn't enough. He needed more.

 

“Roll over,” Sephiroth panted against Cloud's hair, fingers squeezing marks into the younger man's body. “Spread your legs.”

 

Cloud blinked in confusion. The movement had stopped yet his body was still restlessly seeking Sephiroth's touch, writhing against the warm pillows beneath him. “What?”

 

“I want to be on top,” Sephiroth clarified hungrily, dipping his head and sucking on Cloud's collarbone. He left a bright red mark in his wake, with the faint imprint of his teeth.

 

The other male blinked again before sudden understanding somehow managed to pierce the haze of lust. He shook his head stubbornly. “No. I do.”

 

Sephiroth's eyes narrowed. “I have more experience,” he countered.

 

“Technically, I do!” Cloud argued back, determined to win this argument sheerly for the sake of actually winning. After all, he wasn't entirely sure how gay sex worked but he wasn't about to just roll over and give it up either!

 

Sephiroth pouted, which was actually rather cute. “I'm older!”

 

“I'm the hero.”

 

“But I'm more popular.”

 

Cloud tilted his head to the side as he tried to think of a better come back. “Yeah, well, you run slow!”

 

Sephiroth scoffed but couldn't seem to find another retort. Lust was fogging up his brain. “... I'm on top,” he repeated, more firmly this time.

 

They locked eyes, traded gazes, exchanged glares. Lightning crackled and the room grew ten times hotter. Anger flared until suddenly, a wrestling match ensued, starting in tandem. Sephiroth grabbed Cloud's arm, Cloud entangled a leg around Sephiroth's.

 

They threw each other across and around the room, thumping and whomping as they crashed into pillows and made a general mess of the place. Some hair was pulled, some skin was bitten, but with the two of them, it seemed more like foreplay than actual fighting. Cloud was lucky, however. Since he was in Sephiroth's body, though he was actually looking at Sephiroth in his own body, he was stronger. He managed to pin Sephiroth beneath him, winning the short little battle for dominance.

 

With a lick of his lips and a smirk of glee, Cloud crawled between Sephiroth's legs and dropped down on top of the man, pressing their lips together. Sephiroth didn't even think to argue any more, desire clouding his thoughts. He just wanted to cum, and as quickly as possible. A fire was raging inside of his body, burning through his veins and setting his every nerve on edge.

 

Every swipe of Cloud's tongue over his was like a tingle of electricity down his spine. And then Cloud moved to his neck, teeth and tongue sliding over Sephiroth's adam's apple before sloppily and noisily sucking his skin. He rolled his hips, grinding their bodies and rocking their slick erections together until both men were moaning from the friction.

 

“Lube!” Sephiroth gasped out, grasping onto Cloud's body and grinding desperately. “Lots of lube.”

 

Cloud panted. “Don't know where it is!” he cried in frustration. And why did he need it anyways? He was tempted to rip out his hair in frustration.

 

Until something hard and small thunked him on the head only to bounce past him and land on the pile of pillows directly next to Sephiroth's ear. His eyes found the curve of the label and read `Handy Dandy Lube for all your oily needs'. How convenient. Yet, too horny to contemplate the miraculous appearance of the much needed lube, Cloud grabbed the bottle and quickly unscrewed the top. He poured a liberal amount into his palm.

 

Then he looked at it. And looked at it some more. What the hell was he supposed to do with it? Cloud frowned and Sephiroth keened in frustration when all other movement stopped as well.

 

He wriggled impatiently. “Put it on me!” he demanded.

 

“Ohhhh.” Cloud reached for Sephiroth's straining cock, bright red with need and dripping desire.

 

Sephiroth slapped himself on the forehead. “On my ass!” he continued in aggravation. Hadn't the boy ever read any porn or anything???

 

Cloud's eyes glanced between his hand and Sephiroth's ass. He looked again, making a weird face that did not belong in any sort of sexual situation. “Do I have to?” he asked, scrunching up his nose.

 

“For Shiva's sake! Your dick's going there, dumbass! Give it to me!” Sephiroth snatched the bottle from Sephiroth and poured some on his fingers, glad to find that it was unscented. He absolutely hated the fruity stuff.

 

With his fingers sufficiently coated, Sephiroth reached down and slipped two into himself, spreading lots of lube around. He twisted his fingers, grimacing slightly as he stretched the tight muscles. Cloud watched avidly, seemingly mesmerized by the sight.

 

“Wow,” he breathed. “That's really fucking sex. Lemme try!” He grabbed the lube and poured more on his own fingers. Without further preamble, Cloud stuck one of them in beside Sephiroth, causing the other male to moan.

 

His hips surged up for more. “Another!”

 

Cloud gulped, already enthralled by the gripping heat on his one finger. He did as Sephiroth demanded, sliding in a second finger and pushing further into the slickened entrance. Sephiroth removed his own digits and grabbed Cloud's shoulders, gripping tightly.

 

“Curl your fingers!” he ordered, figuring it was best if he continued to give instructions.

 

Cloud curled them and Sephiroth moaned even louder, a burst of pleasure exploding along his spine. He panted, lifting his legs to wrap them around Cloud's waist.

 

Seemingly blue eyes widened in surprise as he curled his fingers again, rubbing them on that same spot. “What was that?”

 

“My prostate,” Sephiroth moaned, tightening his muscles around Cloud's finger. “Hurry. Lube yourself.” He was desperate now, desperate for anything. Desire surged through him that he was blind to anything but the need to seek the highest plateau of pleasure.

 

Cloud nodded hurriedly, already reaching for the lube. He was in the same straights as Sephiroth and he slopped it on his cock. He didn't know how much to use but figured more was better and covered himself. His slick fingers slid over his aroused flesh and he shuddered, his body pumping into his hand. It felt so damn good.

 

Nevertheless, Cloud was intrigued, wondering how it would feel to be inside Sephiroth. So he removed his fingers from the other man's anus and lined his cock up to Sephiroth's entrance.

 

The older male arched his back, a silent urge for him to continue. “I'm not a delicate woman,” he groaned, fingers digging into Cloud's shoulder. “Fuck me, Cloud!”

 

It was perhaps the first time he had ever heard his name in that voice without a derisory note attached to it. Cloud panted and thrust forward, completely burying himself inside of Sephiroth. He moaned as clenching muscles clamped around him even as Sephiroth cried out, arching his back in what seemed an almost painful matter.

Sweat streamed down their bodies and they were urged to go harder and faster, the heat in the room stifling. “Damn,” Cloud groaned. “You feel so good. Uhhnnn.” He leaned forward, all coherency lost to him as he pressed his sweaty forehead to Sephiroth's equally sweaty shoulder.

 

Sephiroth bucked impatiently. “Move,” he panted, sliding his hands from Cloud's shoulder to around his back, squeezing slightly. “Move dammit!”

 

The blond could barely think straight but he obeyed nonetheless. He rocked out of Sephiroth before pushing in again, long and deep. He slid in and out in a continuous rhythm, hating to leave the warm heat but loving to push back into it.

 

Sephiroth threw his head back, raising his hips to meet each thrust. It felt so damn good that he couldn't help himself. He needed it so badly. It was as if Cloud was a drug and Sephiroth an addict. His spine tingled.

 

Cloud thrust harder and faster with each rising second, heat blossoming throughout his body. He was already so close, something burning through his veins and threatening to overwhelm his senses. He wasn't even aware of the pillows beneath his knees. He only cared about the feel of Sephiroth's skin against his, sliding slickly, and the taste of sliding his cock in and out of Sephiroth's tight, grasping heat.

 

It was far better than he had ever imagined it to be.

 

“Clooooooud,” Sephiroth moaned, drawing out the symbols of the other man's name. “Harder! Faster!” he pleaded, no longer caring what he sounded like.

 

Cloud didn't respond but he obeyed nonetheless, all coherent words lost to him. He increased the pace, driving his hips forward and sliding deep with each thrust. His knees dug into the fabric beneath them for better leverage. He moved his hands to Sephiroth's hips, pulling him closer with each plunge.

 

It was mad fucking at this point, nothing driving them but pure lust.

 

Sephiroth was the first to orgasm, a pure cry of ecstasy pouring from his lips as he splattered his semen between their bodies without either of them even having to place a finger on his cock. His muscles clenched around Cloud's penis, dragging the blond along with him into his climax. Cloud shouted a hoarse cry, his entire body stilling as he spilled his seed deep inside Sephiroth's body.

 

His fingers tightened around pale hips, strong enough to leave bruises behind as a strange tingling spread through his entire body. He collapsed on top of Sephiroth, panting as if he had run a marathon. He wriggled against the other male's slick skin, a part of him eager to start all over again.

 

“That was great,” he panted. “I mean... that was really great.”

 

Sephiroth hummed in agreement, curling his arms around Cloud and pulling him close. He ignored the sweat pouring off of his body, content to rub their skin together as if they were two cats in need of a good pet. One of his hands drifted downwards, cupping the plump roundness of one of Cloud's ass cheeks. He idly wondered when he would get a chance at Cloud's ass.

 

He, too, felt the strange tingling spreading through his body. Along with the encroaching pull of sleep. He suddenly felt so tired, weariness grabbing hold of him.

 

“I wanna... do that again,” Cloud murmured sleepily, releasing a great yawn. He rubbed his cheek against Sephiroth's shoulder. “Real... real... soon.... *yawn*.”

 

He smacked his lips and sighed, settling against the older male and rapidly falling into a deep sleep. It was mere seconds before Sephiroth followed him, that strange buzzing lingering on the edge of his conscious.

 

He couldn't agree more.

 

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