Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Idol Worship Arc ❯ 7 Discovering Trust ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Notes: All Final Fantasy stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I don't make a damn thing off this except gratifying my own deviant desires. I'm playing with these guys in my own sick and twisted way just `cause I can.

 

This is a cross-over piece of Final Fantasy 7/Final Fantasy 8. Takes place in the Final fantasy 8 world/time period of my Push Universe.

 

Thanks to Tam who has snatched up yet another fic of mine for beta-ing. You rock, babe.

 

** indicates internal/mental conversation

 

7Discovering Trust

 

~Sephiroth~

 

I was pleased with my Beautiful One. He had told his friends about belonging to me. I was free to appear with him outside of our rooms whenever I wished. That alone pleased me more than I thought possible. I did not realize it would mean so much.

 

The addition of Leviathan in my Beautiful One's head was not as bad as I feared. The sea dragon truly had no desire for my Beautiful One. He was also a very good teacher; endlessly patient and had already taught me much about being a GF. He was ancient yet he did not look down upon me for being less knowledgeable than he was. He was also careful to distance himself when I pleasured my Beautiful One. If I had been able, I would have granted him extra powers for that show of decorum alone. I settled for offering my gratitude for allowing us privacy when he did not have to. After all, having a near-god indebted to you was almost as good as being granted more power.

 

Something Leviathan said recently teased me at the oddest moments. I know he knew more of me and my past than he was willing to say. He questioned me during one of his lessons about why I was so attached to my Beautiful One. He said it was unusual for a GF to become so instantly attached to a Host. According to Leviathan, the close relationship I shared with my Beautiful One was something that usually developed over time after many summonings. He did not know of any other GF's who formed such a bonding.

 

When I stopped to think about the connection I shared with my Beautiful One, it did seem strange that I responded so strongly to him right from the very beginning. He was beautiful but I had bedded many beautiful people of both sexes and never reacted as I did now. When I think back about my previous partners, there was simply no reaction on my part, aside from arousal, for them. They were interchangeable. One body was much the same as another. After sex, I never felt compelled to stay and hold them as I did with my Beautiful One. I never felt protective and possessive. If they left my bed to go to another's, I did not care. After I had sex, what they did was their own business. It was different with my Beautiful One.

 

I could have argued that it was because I was now a GF and protecting my Host was important but I made a point to never lie to myself. There was more than being a GF involved with how I felt about my Beautiful One. I had no experience with these new feelings. My options were fairly limited as to whom to look to for answers. Leviathan was really my only choice.

 

**Leviathan? ** I called.

 

**Sephiroth. **

 

**I have need of some advice and an explanation. You are ancient and know much. Will you help me solve a small riddle? **

 

**Of course. If I can. I do not have all the answers to the universe, ** he warned with a soft laugh that sounded like waves shushing on the beach.

 

**I don't want all the answers. I just want one. Can you tell me why I feel so protective and possessive towards my Beautiful One? I cannot ever recall feeling this way before. Even in the memories I have of when I was alive, I do not believe I felt this way towards the people I took to my bed. **

 

**You may only want the one answer but you choose to ask the hardest question, ** he answered with a gentle sigh.

 

**You cannot help me? ** I asked with disappointment in my voice. I had counted on Leviathan being able to answer my question. The sea dragon seemed to know so much.

 

**I did not say that. I believe I can point you in the proper direction but you will have to discover the answer for yourself. **

 

I frowned at the reply. I expected Leviathan to simply tell me why I felt the way I did or that he did not understand either. I wanted a simple answer. I did not want further complications. I was still having some difficulties adjusting to my status as a GF and I did not need new problems blocking me.

 

**Be at ease, Sephiroth. I believe it will be a fairly simple task for you. Please do not take this the wrong way but you are not a terribly complex creature. Your wants and needs are very straight forward. You do not bother with hiding what you want from yourself or others. **

 

**Why would a god hide what he desires? If people do not understand what I want, it delays them giving it to me which only leads to frustration for both parties. **

 

Leviathan laughed softly again. I knew he found amusement in what I said but I did not understand why when I was only speaking the truth.

 

**Indeed. Well then, Sephiroth, what is it you want from Sniper? What is it you wish to give him? What do you want for both of you? What do you want between you? Answer these questions and I believe you will have your answer. Think on it. The answer is within you. **

 

No further prodding would get any more from Leviathan. He seemed confident that I would be able to find the answer on my own. I was not so sure. I would not have asked the sea dragon if I knew the answer. But, he had been correct in everything he had told me to date, so I supposed that it would not hurt to do as Leviathan suggested.

 

What did I want from my Beautiful One?

 

That was an easy question at first glance. I wanted him. I knew that Leviathan meant beyond the physical. I wanted trust. I wanted companionship. I wanted acceptance. I knew I had those things already so there had to be something else. I was at a loss as to what it could be though.

 

What did I want to give my Beautiful One?

 

I freely gave him my body. I gave him pleasure. I gave him my companionship. I gave him my skills in battle as well as my strength and protection through Junction. Again, I was sure Leviathan meant something beyond these things.

 

What did I want for us; between us?

 

I wanted a lasting relationship with my Beautiful One. The two times we were separated were not pleasant for either of us. It was not just the threat of madness that crept over me. There was more. Being apart from my Beautiful One left me feeling alone and lonely. Being apart from him hurt me worse than any wound sustained in battle. I could not remember feeling that way before I joined with my Beautiful One.

 

I lived my life, what I remember of it, remote from everyone. I had people around me and people I commanded as a General but I was never a part of them. That changed when I Junctioned with my Beautiful One. I felt complete. A piece of myself that was missing had been returned to me in the form of my Beautiful One. I suspected it was the same for him. He, too, had been searching for that other part of himself that he had been missing.

 

But what did that mean? None of that answered the questions Leviathan had asked of me. I believed the questions about what I wanted of my Beautiful One and what I wanted to give him were the most important. I think the same answer would apply to both questions.

 

**Beautiful One? **

 

**Yes? ** he asked with a distracted air. He was reading some papers by his students and struggling through the awful spelling.

 

**What do you want from me? **

 

**Um… I haven't asked you for anything. You called me. **

 

I sighed in annoyance. **What do you want me to give you? **

 

**Are you okay, Sephiroth? I haven't asked you for anything. **

 

**He does not know what you are asking. He cannot help you in this matter, Sephiroth. You must work this out on your own, ** Leviathan said gently to me.

 

**Never mind, Beautiful One, ** I said with a sigh.

 

**Are you sure you're okay? Why don't you come and sit with me? I'm almost done with these papers. **

 

**We both know that I would do more than just sit with you. You said you needed to finish with the assignments of your students before we left on the mission your Lion gave us. **

 

**But I'm almost done…** he trailed off wistfully.

 

**Then, when you are done, I will come to you. I have some things to think about. **

 

I felt the sigh from my Beautiful One and smiled. He was honest in his desire for my company even if it was for nothing more than to simply be near him. Not to say that I would have found it a hardship to simply sit with him. I just knew that it would likely end with me distracting him from his teaching duties. He was a free-spirit and having to spend so much time in the rigid schedule of classes for most of the day wore on him. He was prone to using any excuse he could to avoid doing further teaching work whenever he could. I would not be the cause of yet another dressing down of him by his Lion.

 

I turned my attention back to the questions that Leviathan had asked me. What did I really want? Leviathan said the answer was simple and that it was within me to find. That certainly narrowed my field. The fact that the sea dragon was sure that it would be fairly easy for me to ascertain and the fact that I did not hide things from myself, led me to believe it was something plain and obvious.

 

I spent a fair amount of time testing ideas and theories about what I wanted but succeeded only in frustrating myself. I felt like the answer was right there in front of me but was constantly slipping from my grasp. I decided to leave off the deep inner thoughts for a while and explore a little more of my Beautiful One's mind. I found it interesting to examine his memories to see how they shaped him into the man I knew now.

 

I moved around his mind carefully as I did not want to accidentally harm him and I was doing my best to keep from displacing any of his memories. I came to a corner of his mind that I never noticed before. Feelings of both joy and sadness emanated from this place and made me curious to see what the memories were.

 

I stepped into a field of wildflowers nodding in the summer sun. The sea crashed against a rocky shore not far away and scented the air with a clean, salty tang. I heard children's excited laughter and turned to watch a group chase each other through the field. As I watched, I saw a very young version of my Beautiful One tackle a small dark haired boy, who could only be the Lion when he was a child, to the ground. I smiled at the exuberant play and let the feelings of happiness move through me like a warm breeze.

 

The memories appeared to be of my Beautiful One when he was a boy and had lived together with his friends. For the most part, they seemed to be happy memories. But, every now and again, I would come upon the solitary figure of my Beautiful One standing apart from the others. He always seemed lost in thought then and I could feel a melancholy air about him. It was as if he knew that his time of childish joy was going to end soon.

 

And it did end. Malice was the first to leave. The Lion was crushed and retreated further into his shell. My Beautiful One tried to help his friend but was rejected by a wounded Lion. His pain of rejection felt like a sword piercing my body. I understood then that my Beautiful One cared very deeply for the Lion. A flash of jealousy stabbed at me and I had a hard time letting that go. I realized then that I wanted my Beautiful One to feel that strongly about me.

 

He hid the pain of rejection from the Lion with easy smiles and a teasing manner. I could feel his heartbreak and I wanted to march over to the Lion and hurt him for causing my Beautiful One such pain. I wanted to rail at the Lion for wounding my Beautiful One but I saw that the Lion's pain over losing Malice was far greater than what my Beautiful One felt. The Lion had already lost his heart to Malice at that early age. He did not see the pain he caused my Beautiful One when his own sorrow overwhelmed him.

 

Fist was next to leave followed shortly by my Beautiful One himself. He mourned the loss of the friends who were more like family to him. His heart ached to see them again and his few attempts at contact were ignored or dealt with harshly by the people who had taken him away. I watched him cry silently for his friends at night and I wanted to go to him and hold him to ease his heartache. His pain was mine.

 

When he entered the Garden, he made new friends but he never forgot those who had been his family. He believed that he would eventually get to see them again. He applied himself in his chosen field and became the best there was in that or any Garden.

 

He sought out companions. He tried to find a connection to others like what he had shared with his original band of friends. While he had friends and lovers aplenty, he felt like he was missing the connection he had before and that saddened him. When the chance came for him to travel to another Garden, he leapt at it on the chance that he would find one of his friends there.

 

He was stunned and overjoyed when he found all of them gathered for the mission he was to be a part of. His joy turned into a deep sorrow when none of them remembered him or each other or the brief, happy times they had together as children. The heaviness in my Beautiful One's heart was upsetting to me and I could not stand the pain. I carefully backed away from the memories.

 

I understood how my Beautiful One felt. He was forever on the outside looking in. His friends did not remember him at first and all the happiness at seeing them again turned to ashes. He wanted to share his affection and love for them but could not. They would not have understood. He wanted their love and affection in return but was deprived that as well. His generous, loving nature was denied for the sake of his friends and that hurt him terribly.

 

I was now upset on behalf of my Beautiful One. He only wanted the friendship he had enjoyed as a child with people he considered to be his family. No… that was not right. While he wanted their friendship, he also wanted something more. He wanted their love and acceptance as he had given them his. The brief taste he got of the love shared by the Lion and Malice when they had pushed lust onto him was unintentionally cruel. His deepest desire was to have a connection such as the one they shared. He despaired of ever having such a thing of his own. After that incident, he fell into depression and I felt myself becoming angry that none of his friends noticed. None bothered to check beneath the brittle smile or long silences to see what was wrong.

 

My Beautiful One desperately wanted to be loved. He wanted to love someone in return. He wanted someone to see him simply as a person who was worthy of love. He wanted the kind of sharing of deep emotions that the Lion and Malice had. My Beautiful One wanted a deep understanding with a partner and to know that he mattered. He wanted to know that he was more than just a beautiful, sensual bed-mate. This was the cause of the quiet sorrow I sometimes felt from him.

 

Could I give him what he desired? I wanted to. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to be the one who made him happy.

 

I retreated to the corner of his mind that I laid claim to. I needed to think. I was not unfamiliar with the concept of love. I simply never pursued it nor gave mine to anyone. Love had no place in my former life. Now, I did not know if love had a place for me.

 

**Leviathan, what do you know of love? Is it worth all the trouble? **

 

**That is a question only the one asking can answer. Are you seeking love or do you wish to give yours to someone? Often they are one and the same thing. **

 

**You speak in riddles. I asked a simple question. I expected a simple answer, ** I said with annoyance.

 

**Love is never simple. If you wanted simple, perhaps it is not love you seek. The rewards are great but so are the risks. Are you willing to risk yourself? **

 

**I do not understand. What am I risking? **

 

**Will you risk rejection of yourself? If the one you love does not return your feelings, it will be a pain unlike anything you can imagine. Once spoken, the words cannot be unsaid. **

 

**And what would you know of this pain? Have you suffered such a rejection? ** I asked now curious. I could not picture Leviathan being anything other than what he was now.

 

**I have had a Host take his life rather than suffer the knowledge that the one he loved did not return his feelings. I have had a Host die from the heartbreak of losing his beloved. Love, like hate, is one of the most powerful of emotions. **

 

I fell silent as I thought about what Leviathan said. I had felt rejection more times than I cared to remember and probably several more times that I did not recall. But not by my Beautiful One. Never by him. He had been angry with me and put me in a containment cell but he had not rejected me. Of that, I was certain. He was a quiet fire in my system with easy acceptance of who and what I am. He shared not only his body and his passions with me but also friendship. He gave me a contentment that I did not realize I needed or wanted.

 

Was this love that I felt for him? Was I capable of feeling such a thing? How would I feel if my Beautiful One suddenly rejected me?

 

I would be crushed.

 

The madness would consume me and I would not care about myself or others. I would be a danger to the world once again. When did my Beautiful One become so important to me?

 

I do not know how long I remained lost in my thoughts. I was pulled from them by the feel of a summon. I appeared in front of my Beautiful One ready to do battle only to find that we were still in our rooms. I frowned as I scanned the room quickly for threats and found none. I looked to my Beautiful One, needing an explanation.

 

“I called you several times but you didn't reply. Are you okay? You were acting a little weird earlier.”

 

“I was lost in thought. I did not hear you calling me. You are finished with your task?”

 

“Yeah. That's why I was calling you. We're going to be going on that mission to look for clues to see if we can find out where Rinoa might be and who took her. I figured it could be the last night we'd get some privacy for a while.”

 

I smiled at my Beautiful One. He enjoyed the physical side of our relationship greatly. I enjoyed it as well but now I was wondering if I could have more than just the physical. I wanted an emotional closeness with him. I never had that type of thing from any of the lovers I had taken before so I was unsure what to expect.

 

I moved to my Beautiful One and buried my hands in his hair. I kissed him gently on the lips and let go of the rigid control I kept over myself. I felt a tide of emotions rush at me and had a moment's panic. Before I had a chance to grip my control, I was softly rolled under. My heart sped up with excitement and everything suddenly came alive for me.

 

My Beautiful One was warm and pressed to me. I could smell strawberries from his shampoo and the faintly spicy scent that was the cologne he used. Under that was the warm, musky aroma of my Beautiful One and I found that smell more enticing than anything else.

 

His lips were yielding against mine and when I darted my tongue into his mouth, I tasted peppermint and apples. I licked at him and gave a little groan at the stronger flavour of peppermint. He liked to use a flavoured balm on his lips. He said it made them more kissable. After tasting his mouth, I had to agree.

 

I ran my hands over his back and under the loose shirt he was wearing. His skin was smooth and warm and I found myself murmuring against his lips from just the pleasure of touching him. I wanted to please him and pleasure him. I wanted to drive all memories of other lovers from him. I wanted to be the only one to have him. I was going to be the only one to have him. I am a god and gods do not share.

 

“I would have you naked, my Beautiful One,” I said softly.

 

“Thought you'd never ask,” he replied with a gentle laugh.

 

He moved away from me and slowly began to strip. He slipped the buttons loose from his shirt and shrugged his shoulders so that the fabric was hanging from his elbows. His fingers moved up his chest to play with his nipples and he gave me a seductive smile. Desire came to life in his glorious purple eyes and it was all for me. My own need started to climb and I revelled in the thrill his want stirred in me. He let the shirt fall to the floor and stroked the skin of his chest and belly before letting his fingers hover over the fly of his jeans.

 

The show he was putting on for me was enticing but I wanted to see him in all his naked glory. I called him `my Beautiful One' for a reason. I felt the need to stake my claim on him rising in me and did not bother to deny it.

 

“Take them off,” I demanded in a husky voice.

 

“Impatient, are we?” he teased.

 

“Yes. Take them off.”

 

He gave a low laugh and the sound aroused me further. He pulled the zipper down with agonizing slowness and pushed the material apart. He was naked under his jeans and I could easily see his erection. I licked my lips in anticipation. He played his fingers over the head of his cock and gave a soft, little groan. I could not continue to simply watch. I fell to my knees before him and drew him from his pants.

 

I flicked my tongue over the head and tasted salty fluid. I moaned softly and took him into my mouth. He gasped and his hips jerked, forcing more of him into my mouth. I closed my eyes from the pleasure of having his cock slide over my tongue. I began to suck on him and his breath stuttered in his chest. His hands tunnelled through my hair as he held my head to his groin and rocked his hips. I closed my eyes and sank into the joy of feeling his body and wringing such heartfelt responses from him. His hands left my hair and stroked over my wings, making me moan softly. Every gasp and moan of pleasure only served to increase the need I felt to have him under me.

 

I wanted to feel his heat. I wanted to push my fingers into him as I sucked his cock and made him ready for me but had nothing to ease my way. I was also still dressed. Reluctantly, I let his cock slip from my mouth, stood and scooped him up before walking into the bedroom with him. I laid him on the bed and drew his jeans from his long legs. Standing back, I admired the view of him as I quickly undressed. He caught my eye and let the sensual smile teasing his lips work to turn up the desire I was feeling. He began to stroke his erection lazily with one hand while the other stroked the skin of his ribs and belly. A low growl escaped my throat when he sucked a finger into his mouth before moving the spit slick digit over his erect nipple. He was an erotic wonder and I was so very fortunate that he wanted to share that passionate nature of his with me. My hand hovered over the lube when an idea occurred to me. I passed over the tube and instead reached for a thick cream my Beautiful One used to soften the calluses on his hands from weapons use.

 

He watched me with desire heavy eyes and seemed surprised when I did not take his cock back into my mouth. He knew I enjoyed the feel and taste of him on my tongue. I opened the jar and dipped my fingers in the container of cream before gripping his ankles in one hand. I pushed his legs up until the tops of his thighs were touching his chest, exposing his hole to my gaze.

 

“Sephiroth?” he asked.

 

I said nothing as I brought my slicked fingers to his hole. I brushed my fingertips against the tight ring of muscle and felt warmth curl in my belly at his indrawn breath in anticipation of my penetrating him. I knew the position I had him in left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. I was thrilled that he trusted me enough to allow me to do it. I pressed a finger against him and groaned as I watched my finger slide smoothly into his body.

 

My Beautiful One moaned and his ass clenched down on the invading finger. I drew it back and started a slow rhythm of thrusts into his heat. When I felt him relax, I added a second finger and started the entire process over again. My Beautiful One tried to wriggle his hips for more but I held his ankles firmly.

 

His noises of arousal increased when I added a third finger. He was moaning almost constantly yet I was being careful to avoid pressing on his sweet spot. I wanted to prolong his pleasure of being prepared before making him see stars. As I watched the erotic grip and release of his body on my fingers, I wondered just how far he would let me take him. I wondered how much he trusted me to give him pleasure and not pain.

 

I withdrew the three fingers and smiled at his groan of protest. I added more cream and pushed back into him with four. He moaned louder and my cock twitched in response. I wanted to be inside him but watching my fingers slide in and out of his body was an erotic display that I could not resist. I continued to slowly pump his ass and felt him strain against my hold on his ankles every now and again. He wanted me inside him. I could read his body well enough to know that but I was not done with my little experiment. I slowly drew my fingers from him again and added more of the thick cream, pushing it inside him as I teased him with easy thrusts.

 

“Sephiroth, now. You're driving me crazy with want,” he panted.

 

“Not yet, my Beautiful One. I'm not finished playing with you.”

 

I applied even more cream and brought my fingers back to his already stretched hole. I pressed all four back inside him and gently pushed until they were buried to the last knuckle. I waited for him to relax before I began slowly thrusting into him again. I pushed into his body and held my fingers inside him. I waited for his body to relax and adjust before scissoring my fingers to stretch him open. When his body was completely relaxed, I began to push into him even further and repeated the entire slow process all over again. Every time my fingers left his ass, I added more of the cream. On the last thrust of my fingers into him, his ass clamped down and he gripped the sheets tightly in his fists.

 

“Sephiroth? I don't think I can do what I think you're gonna do,” he said with a thread of unease in his voice.

 

“Do you trust me not to hurt you? I only want to give you pleasure. I believe you will enjoy this.”

 

“I've done a lot of things but I've never been fisted. It already feels like you're splitting me in two.”

 

“Am I hurting you?” I asked with concern. I would not hurt him again as I did when my temper had gotten the better of me. I would sooner hurt myself first.

 

“No, not really. A little, maybe. It just feels… I don't know… good but like just a little more will make it really hurt. I really don't think I can do this, Sephiroth.”

 

“If it starts to hurt past the point you are comfortable with, I will stop. I will do this slowly and I swear it will be an experience you will enjoy.”

 

He looked at me with nervousness. There was also trust in his eyes. He knew that I would not intentionally hurt him and that he only had to tell me to stop and I would. I wanted to give him this special kind of pleasure but if he really did not want me to, I would not force the issue. Trust was a key issue with this kind of intense play.

 

“Do you trust me not to hurt you?” I asked again softly.

 

“Yes, I trust you but…” he trailed off. I had stopped pushing into him and was just letting him get used to the feel of so much inside him.

 

“Then relax and let me pleasure you. I will not hurt you. I cannot. I enjoyed it greatly when it was done to me. I want you to feel the same kind of pleasure I did.”

 

“Somebody fist fucked you?” my Beautiful One asked in surprise as his body slowly relaxed, distracted by our conversation.

 

I nodded as I inched my hand into my Beautiful One slowly. I was using more restraint and patience than I thought I possessed in order to make this feel as good as possible for him. I had been taken once as I was taking him now. I did not lie in the fact that it had been an intensely pleasurable experience for me. I had never felt so full and when I was allowed to watch in a mirror, the sight of my ass being stretched and filled had triggered a powerful orgasm. I was hoping to produce the same type of response in my Beautiful One.

 

“Do you want to watch my hand being accepted into your body?” I asked as I finally managed to push all five of my fingers inside him.

 

I held my fingers inside, twisting and moving them to stretch him even more for what I was about to do. I pulled a cure to the front of my mind and held it ready in case I moved too fast. I was fairly certain I would not hurt him but I wanted to be prepared. He nodded his head and bit his lip. I shifted on the bed and pulled my fingers from his body. I moved him so that he could see us in the mirrored doors of his closet. More cream was applied to my fingers, hand and over my wrist before I pressed back into his ass. I pushed more of the cream inside to ease my way and coated the skin around his ass as well. His eyes widened slightly at the erotic picture as I began to gently slip my fingers back and forth inside him. He began to pant with heightened arousal as he watched me stretch his ass to accommodate all five of my fingers.

 

I held his ankles in one hand as I slowly thrust in and out of his ass with the other. I watched the desire in his eyes climb. His breathing was becoming fast and uneven. A thread of fluid trailed from his softening cock to his belly. His nipples were peaked into tight little nubs. A light film of sweat glistened on his skin and the most delicious noises of arousal were coming from his throat.

 

“Ready, my Beautiful One?” I asked.

 

“Hyne help me, yes,” he groaned in a husky voice that made shivers of need roll down my spine.

 

“I need you to try and push my fingers out as I push into you, my Beautiful One. It will be easier for me to fill you that way.”

 

He gave me a disbelieving look but did as I instructed him. I smiled gently and pushed into him. He sucked in his breath sharply as the largest part of my hand slipped into him. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he fisted his hands in the sheets. His ass clenched tight around my wrist and several heartbeats passed before he released a shaky breath. I stopped and closed my eyes briefly at the intense, silky heat and tightness gripping me. I never imagined that it would feel so good to be buried like this inside someone else.

 

I finally released his ankles, resting his legs over my shoulder, needing my other hand free to add cream to my forearm. I wiggled my fingers inside him before slowly curling them into a fist. I know I pressed firmly against his prostate when he gave a startled gasp of pleasure followed by a low moan. He was staring at the image in the mirror. He was breathing fast and hard and sweat trickled down his face.

 

“Are you okay, my Beautiful One? If it is too intense, I can back off until you calm down,” I offered.

 

“Ng…. Good…. Full…. Sephiroth….” he panted as I gently twisted my fist inside him.

 

A satisfied smile played on my lips as I started to add more cream to my forearm. His eyes remained glued to the mirror. I gently twisted my fist inside him again, pressing against his sweet spot and wringing a deep moan from him. I started to push further into his body with little thrusts. He whimpered with need as I filled his body more completely and more intimately than anyone ever had.

 

I slowly uncurled my fist and pressed against the second ring of muscle inside him to move even further into his body. When I felt him relax, I pushed forward and slowly curled my hand back into a fist. His eyes widened and his breath left him in a rush as he gave a startled little cry and I felt ripples of pleasure over my hand as he experienced what I was sure was his first anal orgasm.

 

He panted roughly and closed his eyes against the intense, rippling waves of pleasure centered in his ass. His hands twisted the sheets and he bit his lip as the tendons stood out in his throat when he pressed his head back into the pillow. He shivered and a dark growl of erotic bliss worked its way from his throat. An answering moan of desire and satisfaction came from my own throat. This first taste of concentrated pleasure was because of me and the trust he showed by letting me invade him so intimately.

 

I leaned down and took his softened cock into my mouth and began to suckle gently, bringing him back to hardness. He groaned and I tenderly started to pump his ass as I sucked him. He whined and made nonsensical noises as I pushed more of my arm into him and made him groan louder. I sucked hard on him and pushed in as far as I dared. I buried half my forearm in his ass before I stopped. I flicked a glance at the mirror and moaned at the erotic sight of my arm stretching his ass. A deep feeling of possessiveness moved through me. He was mine. I was the only one he trusted enough to be allowed to do this to him.

 

His breath was coming in sharp pants with little groans of pleasure every time I pushed into him. I reached down and started to stroke my own cock with my free hand and felt my head spin from all the sensations rushing at me. My Beautiful One's cock throbbing in my mouth, his ass clenching tight to my hand and arm, my own cock solid, hard and aching as I stroked it in time with the thrusts in his ass.

 

“Sephiroth,” he moaned, voice rising until he was yelling my name in warning as his back arched, driving even more of my arm into him.

 

I growled my delight around the pulsing cock in my mouth as he orgasmed. I eagerly swallowed his salty seed and a shudder wracked my body at the feel of his ass squeezing down on my hand and arm. I suckled on his softening cock and waited for the rhythmic contractions of his ass to stop before letting him fall from my mouth.

 

He was flushed and sweating lightly and his breathing was still a little shaky. His eyes slid closed from the intensity of the sensations. I gave a smug little smile and started to pull my hand from his body very slowly. His eyes widened and he groaned. I pushed back into him.

 

“Oh, fuck,” he said with a breathy voice as his body tightened around my arm.

 

I uncurled my fingers inside him, earning another moan, before I began to slowly pull my hand from him. When I got to the widest part of my hand, I caressed his ass and waited until he opened his eyes and looked at me.

 

“Push as I pull my hand from you.”

 

I bit my lip as I felt his body push against my hand. He made a noise of protest when my hand finally slipped free of his body and shivered. I whispered the words for the cure spell even though I was sure I had not hurt him. I would rather waste a spell than have him hurt for even a moment. I stared at his hole and felt my breath come in sharp, erratic pants. I gripped my cock harder and rubbed the head against his opening. He made an inarticulate noise of want when the head of my cock rubbed over his asshole as I stroked myself. I was on the very edge of orgasm and it only took me half a dozen deep strokes before I felt my balls draw up tight and my wings spread until they brushed the walls of the room. I grunted in satisfaction as my seed striped his ass and fell into his hole that was still stretched open from my hand and arm, marking him as mine in a primal way. My wings shivered from the force of the release coursing through me. His whimpers of pleasure at the feel of my hot seed hitting his skin and stretched, sensitized hole pulled answering moans of delight from me.

 

I stayed on my knees, panting, as I looked at my Beautiful One. His skin was flushed from his arousal and release and had the faint sheen of sweat to it. His long, coppery hair was tousled and spread out around his body giving him the look of the thoroughly debauched. His ass bore my seed that was now mixed with the cream inside him. Sated desire gave his purple eyes a warm, hazy glow that was directed solely at me. Warmth curled in my chest at the knowledge that I had given him such enjoyment. I was pleased that he trusted me enough to allow such an act as we had just done. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips with all the things that I was feeling. Satisfaction, desire, affection, contentment, belonging and possession. He made me feel good. He made me feel wanted. He made me feel treasured. He gave my soul peace.

 

I loved him.

 

There was no bolt from the blue with that knowledge. There was no fanfare. It was just a warm rush of joy that went beyond the physical. I wanted to laugh at myself for not realizing it sooner. I was filled with a giddy joy because of him. I need to share that with him. I leaned in and kissed him again, catching and holding his gaze as I drew back.

 

“I am yours, Beautiful One. You hold my heart. You are my love and my life.”

 

His eyes widened with surprise. I know it was the last thing he expected me to say. It did not matter. I loved him. He needed to know that. He needed to know that I was going to do everything in my power to give him what he wanted. He was loved and treasured as the incredibly giving and generous person he was. He truly was worthy of the love of a god and I was going to do my best to make sure he realized it.

 

“Sephiroth, I…”

 

“I love you, my Beautiful One. Nothing will change that. I do not expect you to respond in kind right now. I want you to return my feelings but I am willing to wait. I simply thought it was important for you to know how I felt. Come, we both need a shower and some sleep before we leave on this mission your Lion is sending us on.”

 

I pulled him from the bed and kissed him again before carrying him with me to the bathroom. I washed and dried him tenderly before scooping him into my arms and carrying him back to the bed. I pulled him close to me and pulled the covers over us. I know he had questions but I pressed his head to my shoulder and stroked his back until he relaxed. I closed my eyes and fell asleep content in the knowledge that I had found my missing half at last.

 

 

Author's Note: If you are curious about trying something like this, bear in mind that this is very intense play and absolute trust is necessary as well as proper hygiene (finger nails and surgical gloves) and the proper lube. Cold cream just wouldn't cut it for this type of play and definitely not for a first time. Sephiroth moves waaaaay faster than most people would be able to handle but this is fiction. It can take months of stretching a little more each time to do this. I would suggest researching in depth if you wish to play this way as injury can be easily caused. The stuff I write is entirely possible but it is fiction. Play safe out there people.