Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Por Siempre ❯ Something Worth Celebrating ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Luna Rain Glimmer 
AU. Cloud and Sephiroth learn a little about homecomings, trusting friends with mechanics, and in celebrating the little things.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
AU. Cloud and Sephiroth learn a little about homecomings, trusting friends with mechanics, and in celebrating the little things.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
This was written for the awesome CloudxSephiroth contest on DA with the theme being the Lumpy Rug Day holiday. I really, really enjoyed creating my Halloween story for this group, and I enjoyed creating this just as much. ^__^
Brief author's spiel: My favorite AU in FFVII entails the following pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth, Genesis/Angeal, Zack/Aeris, Reno/Tifa and a scattering of other characters. Preferably, the characters need to be in a non-war torn world, working for Neo-ShinRa under a nice, friendly Rufus. This could be an after story of my No Tricks, Just Treats story, but it could be a nice stand alone.
Also, I've found that there are three types of Cloud/Sephiroth fanfiction: the kind that's really dark and scary, the ow-it-hurts tale that leaves you in tears, the romantic kind that warms your heart and makes you smile late into the night, or the kind that combines all of those elements into time travel and finding inner-understanding. This story would fall under the happy-go-lucky/sexy one-shot, one that I am pleased to create. It gives me a break from the angst of Ceaseless Oblivion.
Rated M for sexy times and innuendos. I own nothing. If I did, Lumpy Rug Day would be a well known holiday all around the world, and I'd celebrate it with these characters. ^__^
Edit: I know CO is taking forever. Believe me, after I post the next installment of this drabble collection, that's all I'll be doing, aside from small poems here and there. With luck, this will give any Clephiroth fan a taste of happy-times before the serious nature of the re-write/edit takes place. *winks*
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Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. ~Leo Buscaglia
There were three truths Cloud lived by, a trio of mantra’s with which he made his living. The first, was that he would do anything and everything to help all of those whom he cherished, all for the sake of a better world. The second, was that he would willingly throw himself into any task presented to him if only someone asked. Once, Tifa had inquired if he could re-arrange all of the liquor in the bar to better suit the year, and he had spent an entire day and part of the evening polishing the labels and sneezing dust out of his nostrils, all for the sake of helping his friend. He was a perfectionist in a way, as well as someone who had a vigorous spirit for his work and tasks. Whatever he did, he did it with all of his heart.
The last truth was that he would always drop everything, any menial or significant task, and spend time with the ones he loved. For example, one time Marlene had asked if he could please take her to the neighborhood park, a park that had been newly remodeled since Rufus had stepped up to the plate of becoming the President of Neo-ShinRa. He agreed, and he had spent the entire afternoon swinging her, genuinely enjoying his time with her. He wasn't nearly as stoic or as guarded as people often wrote him off as being.
Meaning, when Genesis had asked if he could borrow the keys to Fenrir, he agreed, albeit a little reluctantly.
"Tell me again why you need my bike?" Genesis chuckled in the phone receiver, and a small amount of shuffling was heard over the speakers.
"I recently modified the engine of my own vehicle to better suit my needs. I just wanted to do the same to yours, free of charge." Cloud had to admit, he was touched by the red heads generosity. However, there was nothing he hated more than having to rely on another for a ride. "You can borrow Phoenix however. I know how you hate asking others for rides." Genesis knew him well.
"Alright, that's fine. When do you need it by?" Cloud stood up from his leaning position on the wall of his bedroom. He looked at the calendar that was on the wall, adjacent to the bed he shared with Sephiroth, a bed that had been empty for the past week. Both Angeal and Sephiroth would return the following evening, and Cloud knew that Genesis had some sort of "surprise" planned for him, as well as a lot of eager homecoming rituals he would unleash.
"Tonight. I need something to keep myself occupied with the absence of my angel. It's just been so hard..." Genesis prattled on in a dramatic tone, using fake sobs to express how much he missed Angeal. Cloud chuckled, amused by the man's obvious show of affection for his long time friend and lover. He was the one who had inspired him to finally make a move on Sephiroth after all. He still owed him one for managing to plan out that Halloween endeavor many months previously.
"That's fine. Swing by around…" Cloud heard the doorbell ring then, and he looked out the window of his room. There, on the steps to his shared apartment complex, was Genesis. He was waving up to him, and he heard the man's melodic laughter through the phone speaker.
"I hate wasting steps. Come on down!" Genesis hung up and side straddled his red motorcycle, a vehicle that perfectly suited the man's mannerisms. Genesis enjoyed a good show, and he was never one to tone down feeling or emotion for the sake of anyone. He was a man of his word, and he was extremely forthright when he wanted to be. He made a statement, whereas Cloud just enjoyed blending in with the crowd.
'What's the good in blending in?' If he had stuck with his previous way of life, he would have still been a delivery boy, and not one of many men and women who dedicated their time and lives towards trying to rebuild a better world. Currently, he was stationed here in Midgar and there was the simple office work to do, the paperwork that came before the missions that mattered. Angeal and Sephiroth were securing borders and the trusts with Wutai, Mideel and the inner-workings of Gongaga. He went on missions as well, but it was all subjective to the way that the higher ups in ShinRa wanted it done. However, no one was a tool anymore. The President acknowledged that everyone was a breathing and living human being, beings with beating hearts and families they loved. No one was a tool, a weapon, nor were they puppets that would willingly do his bidding.
Cloud stepped out onto the balcony with the key in his hand. Genesis ran over to him, and even though the complex was the sixth floor up, Cloud knew the man would have no problem in catching a mere key. Mako enhancements were many a wondrous thing.
"Catch!" The key soared through the air, and it was caught by a nimble fingered, red gloved hand.
"The modifications will be to your liking! You'll be able to go so much faster!" Faster? He paled thinking of all of the traffic violations Genesis caused on a daily basis, all because he enjoyed the feeling of the wind through his hair.
Genesis placed the key in his pocket, looked around to see if any civilians were around, and revealed his black wing on the left side of his body. It expanded out to nearly his entire height, and it enabled him to literally fly if he wanted. However, for whatever reason, he, Angeal and Sephiroth never felt the need to use it unless there was an emergency. They didn't really like to be reminded of the days where words like ShinRa and Jenova were whispered on the lips of frightened SOLDIERS.
'Angeal must have infinite patience.' "Just don't kill me!"
Genesis saluted him from far away, all the while laughing. "I'd never dream of it. Sephiroth would have my head on a silver platter." Genesis flew skyward onto the balcony, and made a smooth decline, landing gracefully on the railing. "Here is your key. Be careful with her; she loves a good race."
Cloud shook his head. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a stir with the local speed-racers of the neighborhood. "That won't happen. I'd like to keep all my body parts where they are."
Genesis shrugged and tilted his head back, enjoying the mid-morning sunlight. There was a time when the sunlight had been contaminated, and many people had dreamt of looking at the firmament without the pollutants of the mako light in the skies. The world was now filled with light, for the President willingly allowed people to come and go as they pleased with the Sectors. Soon, they would all be opened and inner-connected with the multiple levels of the world.
"Suit yourself. The bike will be ready tomorrow. Let me know if you want me to swing it back to you tomorrow." Cloud shook his head. He could pick it up, for Sephiroth wouldn't be back until later on in the afternoon.
"I'll just get it tomorrow. Don't scratch it." Genesis waved him off with a smile.
"Do you trust me?" Genesis leaned forward, and there was mischief twinkling in his liquid lapis eyes. The man always knew when to cause a stir.
"Yeah, I guess." Genesis shoved him lightly. "Fine, fine, I trust you!"
A slight bit of laughter. "Thank you. See, was that so hard? Look at this face." Genesis pointed to his face, and his features went from being filled with mirth to a deadpan appearance "Does it look like a face that would betray you?" Cloud blinked twice, and gently shoved Genesis off of the balcony. Genesis kept himself from free-falling to his death by flapping his wing a few times, the inertia and the strength from his wing keeping him above the earth. "I guess that answers my question. Until tomorrow! Nothing shall forestall my…" Cloud threw part of a plant at Genesis, and the man flew off, cackling and commenting about how hard it was to find true friends these days. Cloud wasn't fooled; he really did enjoy his company, no matter if they bickered like brothers.
Cloud looked at the key in his hand, the key to the bright red motorcycle outside of the complex. He supposed he should at least bring it into the parking garage, on account of the many people who would take one look at the bike, gawk, and get a little too close to it. All of the attention would more than likely tilt the bike and scratch the paint job. Genesis would have an aneurysm if he found a flaw on his beloved bike, and he would spend the entire week hunting down the person and forcing them to apologize not to him, but to the bike. Cloud wondered if Angeal should get Genesis to get an MRI, just to check if his brain was functioning properly.
He turned on his heel and donned a light jacket. He figured that he should at least give it a test drive. Cloud grabbed his wallet, PHS, and the key, as well as a black wind-breaker that would shield his chest from the slight chill of the morning. As he walked out the door, he caught sight of one of his favorite things in the apartment: a photo of him and Sephiroth. It had been taken a month prior, and it was one of his most treasured items. He had a picture of it in his wallet, and he managed to talk Sephiroth out of getting it tattooed on his heart. That would have been extreme, even for the man who didn't know the meaning of the word "relent."
Sephiroth had made sure the photographer was paid in full before hand, just so that he couldn't at the last minute change his mind. Though, who could say no to such an intimidating man? The background had been a charcoal grey backdrop with a small design of black waves, making it seem like it was the ocean after a storm had broken overhead. Both of them were dressed in dark colors, Sephiroth in a dark grey sweater and black pants, and he had dressed in dark blue, the deep sapphire that his eyes were sometimes compared to.
The photographer specifically photographed couples, and Genesis had recommended him because he was skilled in his shots of capturing a couple's inner love for each other. The man had made Sephiroth grip Cloud from behind, and they were posed on a silver futon with a scattering of various objects around them. There were metallic candle holders, black candles that were lit with an orange flame, as well as many other things to make the picture a masterpiece.
"Smile." He had, and Sephiroth gripped him gently. The shot turned out beautifully, and it hung just outside of the door, so that when both of them returned from a mission to an empty house, or merely from the store or an errand, they would always see the photo, waiting for them. It was more than a piece of paper with ink and two men on it; it was a symbol of their love.
Cloud smiled to the photo, locked the door, and hurried downstairs. He didn't even know if "Phoenix" would like him. Once, Angeal had tried to drive the thing, and he wound up nearly colliding into a pole. After that, Genesis nearly had a heart attack and wouldn't let anyone touch the bike, claiming the vehicle was going through some internal changes. It turned out that there was a screw loose in one of the clutches, not a metaphysical time-of-the-month for motorcycles.
The trip downstairs was quiet, and he acknowledged a few people in the lobby. In this building, no one cared if he was living with another man. The parents of children didn't usher their kids away from him for the fear that they might catch some sort of horrific disease. The children smiled at him, the elderly folk waved, and the doorman held the door open for him. Providing for the community had its perks, and being romantically involved with one of the most powerful men in the country definitely had a lot to do with the respect however.
Cloud saw the bike in the mid-morning sunlight, and he almost went blind. It was candy apple red, and the helmet was the same color. It looked flashy, flamboyant…so not his style. He approached it carefully, much in the same way someone would a rapid dog, and he stroked the handlebars. Twenty-four hours wouldn't kill him. Cloud sat on the bike, revved the engine, and took it into the parking garage. He released the brake a little too slowly however, and the bike nearly crashed into a small group of cars, cars that looked like they would have belonged to the head Turk in a previous generation.
He made a note to get up early the next morning. There was no way in hell he was going to drive this thing anywhere, even if it behaved. Getting to the three blocks to Genesis's apartment would be bad enough.
A small buzzing came from his left pocket, and Cloud flipped on the phone, knowing precisely who it was.
"Enjoying the trip?" A small sigh on the other line.
"Hardly. The cooperation is going slow. The paperwork was filed, I gave out handshakes and promises of allegiance…but trust takes time." Cloud's eyes narrowed. He knew how much making deals with Wutai and all of the neighboring countries meant to Sephiroth. Neo-ShinRa was sort of like a philanthropist peace keeping business as of late, one that wanted to find a natural source of energy without mako and bastardizing the Lifestream. It would take awhile, but the effort was being made from all parts of the country.
"You're trying your best." Cloud imagined Sephiroth rubbing the back of his neck in his attempt to relieve it from the knots that had gathered there. Cloud would be more than willing to massage his back when he got home, and likewise, teach Sephiroth the meaning of the abbreviation TLC. Cloud turned off the engine of Phoenix, and it purred for a moment before dying out.
A small laugh, a beautiful laugh. "Thank you. What're you wearing?" Cloud's brow furrowed and he looked around the parking garage. There was no one around…he supposed it didn't matter if he entertained his lover for a bit. Besides, there was something a little bit exciting about talking like this in public.
"What do you think I'm wearing, baby?" Baby. That was one of Sephiroth's favorite pet names. If anyone ever found that out, he would deny it until he was blue in the face however. It was one of their many little secrets they shared in the first few months of their relationship.
Sephiroth chuckled into the receiver. "Nothing at all. You're in our room, on my bed, naked as the day you were born. Your hand is sliding down, down your stomach. There is only candlelight in the room…"
Cloud gasped aloud and gripped his knees on the bike. If he didn't stand up soon, he didn't think he'd ever be able to. The bike pressed against his erection, and he moaned for a moment, expressing the way Sephiroth's voice could turn him on.
Another deep-throated laugh. "Phone sex is always the best with you. Now, what do you think I'm wearing?" Cloud closed his eyes and said the first thing that came to mind.
"You're wrapped up in this black satin blanket. You're walking down the hall, to our room…and you take it off in front of me. Beneath that, you're dressed only in a pair of black leather pants…" It was always leather with him. He had a bit of a fetish for certain fabrics, and the night that they spent making love under satin sheets was one that his mind-and his body-hadn't soon forgotten.
"You have such a vivid imagination. Now, what will I do to you after that?" Cloud gripped the handle bars of the bike, arching his body forward.
"You're going to, very, very slowly, walk towards the bed. You do this so that your hair gets a bit messy…disheveled. Then, you get on the bed with your knees…" There was a small shuffling sound on the phone, and Angeal's voice was heard.
"Sorry Seph, we need to get back in there." A small sigh.
"I'm sorry, I need to get back there." A pause. "If you want…message me the rest of your fantasy." Cloud smiled to this, and he wished he didn't have an empty apartment to go into. "I miss you, and you have my love."
"I miss you too. Come home safe, Seph." He could picture Sephiroth's lips upturning in a rare smile, one just for him.
"You needn't worry about my safety. Angeal drives like an old man with a depth perception problem. I need to go now." A week was a long time without the other half of your soul.
"I love you. We'll celebrate tomorrow."
"What are we celebrating?"
"Your homecoming." Cloud could once again picture those lovely lips upturning in a smile.
"You're extremely kind. I need to go now. Goodbye Cloud."
"Bye Seph." The call ended and Cloud sighed. Being heroes was an excellent way of life. It also could get terribly lonely without someone to celebrate the finery of life with.
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The next morning, bright and early, Cloud knocked on Genesis's door. He had nearly killed himself five times on the motorcycle trying to get here, and he was anxious to get his own, safer bike back.
Genesis opened the door, and Cloud blinked a few times. "If you were showering…I could’ve waited." Genesis grinned, and he never looked more like the cat that ate, devoured, and played with the canary than right then.
"The one thing I'm not Cloud, is shy." Genesis was in a towel up to his hips, and it showed off just how built his chest was. From his muscular obliques, to his pectorals, Genesis could have been a male-model for some sort of product. He could have made selling paper towels look sexy. "Now now duckling, I know you're lonely without your tiger, but all this," he gestured to his body "is for one man." Genesis pointed in the direction of his kitchen. Angeal came out of the kitchen, fully clothed, holding two cups of coffee.
Cloud's eyes opened wide. If Angeal was here, then was Sephiroth here as well? Normally, he wouldn't have been so high-strung to see his lover, but seeing as how they had only just confessed their love for each other a few months previous, they cherished their time together. He didn't want this feeling, the so called "honeymoon-phase" to ever end.
"Seph's at your place." Angeal handed Genesis his cup of coffee, and Cloud could feel cavities forming in the back of his molars from the saccharine look the two exchanged. "I just dropped him off. You must have just missed him." Cloud nodded.
"Thanks Angeal. By the way Genesis…I'm never riding your bike again, it's out to kill me." Genesis chuckled. "I'm serious! The thing doesn't break on time…I'm pretty lucky to be alive." Genesis sighed aloud and rolled his eyes.
"And they call me the dramatic one of the group." Genesis tossed him his key. "I took the liberty of filling up the tank too. It will go a little faster now, and if you feel the need to pop a wheelie, you can now do it without killing yourself." Cloud shook his head. He never felt the need to take unnecessary risks.
Genesis turned around and began looking around the apartment. Cloud was almost out the door when he heard snatches of conversation. "Hmm…which rug should we choose Angeal?" Angeal looked around the apartment, and seemed to be seriously considering his options.
"The one by the sink. It looks terrible." Cloud turned on his heel. Had these guys gone mad? He knew they were obviously homosexual and liked keeping a good house…but what the hell? Was this some sort of sex game that he didn't care to know about? Once, Genesis had told him about a day where he was Angeal for the day, and Angeal had been him. That hadn't sounded too bad…but when you were as lively a story teller as he was, with the right amount of sound effects…the consequences were incredibly strange.
Cloud turned around, wanting to get to the bottom of this. "Um…not to sound like a prick or anything…but why are you talking about rugs?" Cloud saw Angeal holding a few rugs from the kitchen, and Genesis had managed to put on a pair of pants before grabbing his fair share. Genesis opened his eyes wide.
"Tell me you know what today is!" Cloud was taken aback. It wasn't Christmas, Easter passed…Halloween had passed-but it had been damn well memorable-and it wasn't anyone's birthday…
"Um…Thursday?" Genesis sighed.
"No, no! This is not some average Thursday!" Cloud heard Angeal mutter "Here we go" but Genesis continued. "It's a small holiday known as Lumpy Rug Day." Cloud bit his lips to keep from laughing. Genesis looked so damn serious about this…but he was just talking about rugs! Plus…the word lumpy had always made him laugh. "It's a holiday designed specifically to appreciate a good rug. For example, we could have these rugs cleaned, or toss them and buy new ones. Also, you could roll new carpet out and spend the day admiring its texture." That actually sounded kind of nice. Strange, incredibly weird…but nice.
All he could think about now was making filthy love in the middle of a carpet store. Cloud shook his head. Only Genesis could make something as simple as picking out a rug elicit such thoughts in his mind.
Cloud nodded, ignoring of all of the things he could do on a soft plush rug with Sephiroth. "It's today, right?" Genesis nodded almost feverishly.
"Oh yes. Go home, throw out the old rugs, and celebrate with Sephiroth. Goddess above knows he needs to relax." Genesis winked at him. "Enjoy your ride, little duckling."
"I'll try not to die. Thanks for the holiday advice. A holiday in favor of rugs, who knew?" Genesis shrugged, but there was excitement in his features. Cloud swore that he could make even the most menial of chores sound interesting. Genesis was one of those people who could have fun with anything. He would do well to follow that example of a life well lived.
While on the ride back-a very fast ride back-Cloud thought about the potential for a fun holiday. "Lumpy Rug Day…how freaking strange."
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Cloud turned the key to the apartment, but before he finished opening the door, he looked at the mat at the foot of the door. It had a sign that said "Wipe Your Paws" as a small joke from Zack. It looked alright, not too dirty or in need of repair…that rug was out. Besides, was there a difference between mats and rugs?
Sephiroth opened the door and he caught him staring at the rug. "Ah, yes. You see Cloud, that's a W, an I…" Cloud shoved him gently, and Sephiroth shoved back, gripping his forearms. A little bit of rough-housing always excited him.
The door swung closed and Sephiroth propped him to it, wasting no time in pressing his lips to his mouth, the hollow of his throat, and his forehead. Cloud buried his face in Sephiroth's hair, and he inhaled the scent. If moonlight had a scent, it would be this. It was slightly minty, but it was always fresh, like the open air after a rainstorm.
"I missed you, baby." Sephiroth chuckled, and he ran his hands up and under his shirt.
"I missed you too, my little duckling." Only Sephiroth could get away with calling him that. How Genesis had known about that was beyond his understanding, for he had been too passed out to hear that exchange of words. Or had he…
The nickname occurred when Genesis had come over with some liquor on a weekend with Angeal. Cloud had no idea the evening would turn into a very, very interesting game of adult truth-or-dare. Genesis had dared Sephiroth to call him something insanely cute, and he stuck with duckling. Liquor had a strange effect on all of them. For example, he tended to get very provocative while under the influence, Genesis turned into a darker and more mischievous side of himself, Angeal got insanely chatty, and Sephiroth was a mixture of all three. Mako enhancements didn't take away the effect of alcohol; it made it that much more intense.
Cloud began rubbing Sephiroth's shoulders with his hands, and Sephiroth nearly collapsed to the floor. His senses had been heightened ever since he was a child, and even the smallest of sensations from a loved one could make him a live-wire. The same thing happened if you ran your hands through his hair. He became boneless, putty in your hands.
"Relax, Seph." Cloud eased Sephiroth out of his work clothes, and within moments, his chest was completely bare. Cloud ghosted his hands across Sephiroth's pectorals, his collarbone, and lightly began massaging his shoulders from the front. Sephiroth closed his eyes, and his mouth pursued in his own personal ecstasy. "Does that feel good, baby?"
"You have no idea." Cloud gently turned Sephiroth around and began working out the knots in his neck, along with the small little muscles in his shoulder blades. He could do this for hours without tiring, both because of mako enhancements, as well as the want to make his lover feel better.
"What do you…want to do today?" Cloud dug his thumbs into an especially tender spot on Sephiroth's neck, and Sephiroth winced for half a second, and then released a contented sigh.
"This is going to sound weird…but would you like to celebrate a small, very under-the-rug holiday?" Cloud chuckled at his own pun.
"Sure…let me guess what it is. "Make your lover feel like he's in heaven" day?" Cloud felt his lips upturning into a smile. Sephiroth was actually one of the most hilarious people he had ever met in his life, aside from Zack when he was hyped up on caffeine, or Reno when he was drunk off his ass. Some days though, when the world had this ideal vision of a serious and stoic man, Cloud knew better. The façade was splintered when he looked in his direction, for he knew the man within, the man who secretly loved sweets, small and furry animals, and adored the sense of touch from someone who he cared about.
"Actually, it's in celebration of something we're sitting on." Sephiroth released a happy sigh from his lips.
"Is it "Sexy-Ass Day" in which the day is spent honoring certain body parts from all angles?" Cloud placed his mouth by Sephiroth's left ear and gently kissed the space behind his neck.
"And you say I have vivid imagination. It's a holiday involving rugs actually. It's called Lumpy Rug Day, in which anyone appreciates a good rug. We would clean or throw away old rugs, and make room for the new ones. It's like spring cleaning, but with a twist." Sephiroth released a satisfied exhalation.
"Two things. One, you have amazing hands and I never want to leave you again. Two…that sounds most intriguing. Genesis told you this, right?" Cloud nodded, all the while gripping Sephiroth from behind. His hands splayed across his hips, and he placed his chin on his shoulder blades.
"I swear, that man could make digging a ditch sound like fun." Sephiroth placed his hand on his, and their fingers entwined. "Let's do it." Sephiroth gripped Cloud's arms and swung him onto his back. Cloud swung a few feet above the air, and he kept walking around with him in tow. It was one of the only things Sephiroth would do with him that no one else knew about it. Also, it was one of the few things he wouldn't tell anyone out of doors that he loved: piggy back rides.
"I'd love to celebrate this grandiose holiday…however, I can't seem to find Cloud." Sephiroth turned his body to the left, and then the right, all the while swinging Cloud around. "Here little duckling…I want to celebrate my homecoming with you." Cloud remained quiet, and he took the time to marvel at how at ease Sephiroth was. This was a side of him that no one had seen before, one that even his brother would be shocked to see. There was a deeply tender and affectionate side to his personality, a facet that showed just how loving he could be.
Sephiroth reached backwards and poked him in the thigh. He cried out, and Sephiroth gave a sound of utmost triumph. "Aha! I've caught you, duckling." Cloud slipped down his back, gripped his arms, and in a matter of moments, they were kissing each other like they had been reunited after a parting of a few months instead of a week. Cloud ran his tongue against Sephiroth's bottom lip, all the while gripping Sephiroth's hair in his hands. They fell to the ground, tussling, teasing, and tantalizing the other with their bodies.
"You know…" he panted against Sephiroth's ear "there's more than one way to appreciate a good rug." Sephiroth ran his hands up his stomach, and within a few moments, his shirt was gone, flung to the other side of the room.
"I am inclined to agree with you. Now…re-remind me about your vivid fantasies, Cloud." Cloud nearly ripped the fabric of Sephiroth's pants with how hard he pulled, and Sephiroth merely smirked at his obvious need.
"You were in a black satin sheet, and underneath, there were these leather pants that showed off everything. You took them off, button by button…and then you crawled to me, naked." Cloud let out a breathless moan as Sephiroth began rocking into him, a non-penetrating foreplay mixing their bodies.
Sephiroth tugged off his pants and undergarments, and within a matter of moments, he was entirely nude. Cloud grabbed Sephiroth's hand and stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking with his eyes closed for several long moments. He opened his eyes to find a hunger in his lover's oculars, and he took great care in knowing that here, they were both turned on by both submission, and domination. They always traded positions, and there was never anything but equality here. They were operating on the same wave-lengths, the same everything.
He spread his legs and Sephiroth began pumping with his saliva slicked fingers into his opening. Cloud closed his eyes in rapture, and he let every sound slip from his lips. He knew Sephiroth was turned on by aural noises, as well as anything that came from the throat. He wanted to hear how he was making him feel. Cloud gripped the fibers of the carpet, and he took a moment to cherish the texture and feel of it. This was one spectacular holiday.
"Oh…right there baby…please…" Sephiroth gently ran his hands up his back, as if to make sure that he was still there, still solid flesh and not glass, and he entered him gently. He teased him with the tip of his length, and even that small touch had him elated. He wouldn't force him though. This was Sephiroth's way of saying, in that silent, loving way of his, that he would never force him into his body without his permission.
Cloud opened his eyes, nodded, and gripped Sephiroth's hip. Sephiroth ground his pelvis into him a few times, eliciting a startled cry from his lips. Then, Sephiroth entered him halfway, and after a few minutes, he was fully inside of him. They rocked together, and Cloud closed his eyes, picturing the melding and meshing of two colors together. In the black space behind his eyelids, he saw two colors coming together, a clash of white and gray, intermingling, meshing, and creating its own separate shade. The two shades splattered everywhere on this velvet canvas, and stars danced behind his eyes as he rode out the orgasm.
Sephiroth's mouth was everywhere on him: on his neck, his chest, his face. Cloud gripped his back, thrust into him, all the while trusting that this didn't hurt, that dear Gaia could it never hurt. It was the most fulfilling experience, every single time.
They worked frantically against each other then, each of them longing for both their own release, as well as the ultimate pleasure of their lover. It was so erotic, the thought that your own pleasure was being enhanced with the orgasm of your lover.
Cloud came so quickly then, he nearly screamed out loud. He gripped Sephiroth's shoulders, the fingernails digging into the skin there, all the while feeling Sephiroth's seed spill into his body. Sephiroth collapsed on top of him, and Cloud stroked his hair, thinking all the while that he had never felt more connected to him than at that moment.
"Happy Lumpy Rug Day indeed." Cloud chuckled.
"Whoever says holidays are overrated are doing it wrong." Sephiroth rose from his position above him, and Cloud stroked a small pattern from his neck, up his chin, all the way to his hair line. He stroked the bangs from his face, and gently kissed his lips.
"There are rugs in the bathroom…in the shower." Sephiroth gently picked him up and placed him on his neck again, all the while walking to the bathroom.
Once they were done washing everything, Sephiroth pulled Cloud in for a warm embrace on the main rug of the living room. They were both still damp from the shower, and the hot jets had worked miracles on Sephiroth's neck and back. Lying here, against a rug, was the best way to celebrate the homecoming of your love.
"Remind me to thank Genesis the next time I see him." Cloud entwined his legs in Sephiroth's, all the while dozing off.
"Best holiday ever." Sephiroth kissed his brow, all the while tightening his hold on him.
"You're my reason to celebrate." Cloud chuckled a little at how sappy that sounded. Still, often times the sappiest sounding sentences were the truest.
"You're the reason for the season." He gripped him tighter, all the while listening to the sound of Sephiroth's heartbeat. "Happy Lumpy Rug Day world…"
Whatever Cloud did, he did it with all of his heart.
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Brief author's spiel: My favorite AU in FFVII entails the following pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth, Genesis/Angeal, Zack/Aeris, Reno/Tifa and a scattering of other characters. Preferably, the characters need to be in a non-war torn world, working for Neo-ShinRa under a nice, friendly Rufus. This could be an after story of my No Tricks, Just Treats story, but it could be a nice stand alone.
Also, I've found that there are three types of Cloud/Sephiroth fanfiction: the kind that's really dark and scary, the ow-it-hurts tale that leaves you in tears, the romantic kind that warms your heart and makes you smile late into the night, or the kind that combines all of those elements into time travel and finding inner-understanding. This story would fall under the happy-go-lucky/sexy one-shot, one that I am pleased to create. It gives me a break from the angst of Ceaseless Oblivion.
Rated M for sexy times and innuendos. I own nothing. If I did, Lumpy Rug Day would be a well known holiday all around the world, and I'd celebrate it with these characters. ^__^
Edit: I know CO is taking forever. Believe me, after I post the next installment of this drabble collection, that's all I'll be doing, aside from small poems here and there. With luck, this will give any Clephiroth fan a taste of happy-times before the serious nature of the re-write/edit takes place. *winks*
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Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. ~Leo Buscaglia
There were three truths Cloud lived by, a trio of mantra’s with which he made his living. The first, was that he would do anything and everything to help all of those whom he cherished, all for the sake of a better world. The second, was that he would willingly throw himself into any task presented to him if only someone asked. Once, Tifa had inquired if he could re-arrange all of the liquor in the bar to better suit the year, and he had spent an entire day and part of the evening polishing the labels and sneezing dust out of his nostrils, all for the sake of helping his friend. He was a perfectionist in a way, as well as someone who had a vigorous spirit for his work and tasks. Whatever he did, he did it with all of his heart.
The last truth was that he would always drop everything, any menial or significant task, and spend time with the ones he loved. For example, one time Marlene had asked if he could please take her to the neighborhood park, a park that had been newly remodeled since Rufus had stepped up to the plate of becoming the President of Neo-ShinRa. He agreed, and he had spent the entire afternoon swinging her, genuinely enjoying his time with her. He wasn't nearly as stoic or as guarded as people often wrote him off as being.
Meaning, when Genesis had asked if he could borrow the keys to Fenrir, he agreed, albeit a little reluctantly.
"Tell me again why you need my bike?" Genesis chuckled in the phone receiver, and a small amount of shuffling was heard over the speakers.
"I recently modified the engine of my own vehicle to better suit my needs. I just wanted to do the same to yours, free of charge." Cloud had to admit, he was touched by the red heads generosity. However, there was nothing he hated more than having to rely on another for a ride. "You can borrow Phoenix however. I know how you hate asking others for rides." Genesis knew him well.
"Alright, that's fine. When do you need it by?" Cloud stood up from his leaning position on the wall of his bedroom. He looked at the calendar that was on the wall, adjacent to the bed he shared with Sephiroth, a bed that had been empty for the past week. Both Angeal and Sephiroth would return the following evening, and Cloud knew that Genesis had some sort of "surprise" planned for him, as well as a lot of eager homecoming rituals he would unleash.
"Tonight. I need something to keep myself occupied with the absence of my angel. It's just been so hard..." Genesis prattled on in a dramatic tone, using fake sobs to express how much he missed Angeal. Cloud chuckled, amused by the man's obvious show of affection for his long time friend and lover. He was the one who had inspired him to finally make a move on Sephiroth after all. He still owed him one for managing to plan out that Halloween endeavor many months previously.
"That's fine. Swing by around…" Cloud heard the doorbell ring then, and he looked out the window of his room. There, on the steps to his shared apartment complex, was Genesis. He was waving up to him, and he heard the man's melodic laughter through the phone speaker.
"I hate wasting steps. Come on down!" Genesis hung up and side straddled his red motorcycle, a vehicle that perfectly suited the man's mannerisms. Genesis enjoyed a good show, and he was never one to tone down feeling or emotion for the sake of anyone. He was a man of his word, and he was extremely forthright when he wanted to be. He made a statement, whereas Cloud just enjoyed blending in with the crowd.
'What's the good in blending in?' If he had stuck with his previous way of life, he would have still been a delivery boy, and not one of many men and women who dedicated their time and lives towards trying to rebuild a better world. Currently, he was stationed here in Midgar and there was the simple office work to do, the paperwork that came before the missions that mattered. Angeal and Sephiroth were securing borders and the trusts with Wutai, Mideel and the inner-workings of Gongaga. He went on missions as well, but it was all subjective to the way that the higher ups in ShinRa wanted it done. However, no one was a tool anymore. The President acknowledged that everyone was a breathing and living human being, beings with beating hearts and families they loved. No one was a tool, a weapon, nor were they puppets that would willingly do his bidding.
Cloud stepped out onto the balcony with the key in his hand. Genesis ran over to him, and even though the complex was the sixth floor up, Cloud knew the man would have no problem in catching a mere key. Mako enhancements were many a wondrous thing.
"Catch!" The key soared through the air, and it was caught by a nimble fingered, red gloved hand.
"The modifications will be to your liking! You'll be able to go so much faster!" Faster? He paled thinking of all of the traffic violations Genesis caused on a daily basis, all because he enjoyed the feeling of the wind through his hair.
Genesis placed the key in his pocket, looked around to see if any civilians were around, and revealed his black wing on the left side of his body. It expanded out to nearly his entire height, and it enabled him to literally fly if he wanted. However, for whatever reason, he, Angeal and Sephiroth never felt the need to use it unless there was an emergency. They didn't really like to be reminded of the days where words like ShinRa and Jenova were whispered on the lips of frightened SOLDIERS.
'Angeal must have infinite patience.' "Just don't kill me!"
Genesis saluted him from far away, all the while laughing. "I'd never dream of it. Sephiroth would have my head on a silver platter." Genesis flew skyward onto the balcony, and made a smooth decline, landing gracefully on the railing. "Here is your key. Be careful with her; she loves a good race."
Cloud shook his head. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a stir with the local speed-racers of the neighborhood. "That won't happen. I'd like to keep all my body parts where they are."
Genesis shrugged and tilted his head back, enjoying the mid-morning sunlight. There was a time when the sunlight had been contaminated, and many people had dreamt of looking at the firmament without the pollutants of the mako light in the skies. The world was now filled with light, for the President willingly allowed people to come and go as they pleased with the Sectors. Soon, they would all be opened and inner-connected with the multiple levels of the world.
"Suit yourself. The bike will be ready tomorrow. Let me know if you want me to swing it back to you tomorrow." Cloud shook his head. He could pick it up, for Sephiroth wouldn't be back until later on in the afternoon.
"I'll just get it tomorrow. Don't scratch it." Genesis waved him off with a smile.
"Do you trust me?" Genesis leaned forward, and there was mischief twinkling in his liquid lapis eyes. The man always knew when to cause a stir.
"Yeah, I guess." Genesis shoved him lightly. "Fine, fine, I trust you!"
A slight bit of laughter. "Thank you. See, was that so hard? Look at this face." Genesis pointed to his face, and his features went from being filled with mirth to a deadpan appearance "Does it look like a face that would betray you?" Cloud blinked twice, and gently shoved Genesis off of the balcony. Genesis kept himself from free-falling to his death by flapping his wing a few times, the inertia and the strength from his wing keeping him above the earth. "I guess that answers my question. Until tomorrow! Nothing shall forestall my…" Cloud threw part of a plant at Genesis, and the man flew off, cackling and commenting about how hard it was to find true friends these days. Cloud wasn't fooled; he really did enjoy his company, no matter if they bickered like brothers.
Cloud looked at the key in his hand, the key to the bright red motorcycle outside of the complex. He supposed he should at least bring it into the parking garage, on account of the many people who would take one look at the bike, gawk, and get a little too close to it. All of the attention would more than likely tilt the bike and scratch the paint job. Genesis would have an aneurysm if he found a flaw on his beloved bike, and he would spend the entire week hunting down the person and forcing them to apologize not to him, but to the bike. Cloud wondered if Angeal should get Genesis to get an MRI, just to check if his brain was functioning properly.
He turned on his heel and donned a light jacket. He figured that he should at least give it a test drive. Cloud grabbed his wallet, PHS, and the key, as well as a black wind-breaker that would shield his chest from the slight chill of the morning. As he walked out the door, he caught sight of one of his favorite things in the apartment: a photo of him and Sephiroth. It had been taken a month prior, and it was one of his most treasured items. He had a picture of it in his wallet, and he managed to talk Sephiroth out of getting it tattooed on his heart. That would have been extreme, even for the man who didn't know the meaning of the word "relent."
Sephiroth had made sure the photographer was paid in full before hand, just so that he couldn't at the last minute change his mind. Though, who could say no to such an intimidating man? The background had been a charcoal grey backdrop with a small design of black waves, making it seem like it was the ocean after a storm had broken overhead. Both of them were dressed in dark colors, Sephiroth in a dark grey sweater and black pants, and he had dressed in dark blue, the deep sapphire that his eyes were sometimes compared to.
The photographer specifically photographed couples, and Genesis had recommended him because he was skilled in his shots of capturing a couple's inner love for each other. The man had made Sephiroth grip Cloud from behind, and they were posed on a silver futon with a scattering of various objects around them. There were metallic candle holders, black candles that were lit with an orange flame, as well as many other things to make the picture a masterpiece.
"Smile." He had, and Sephiroth gripped him gently. The shot turned out beautifully, and it hung just outside of the door, so that when both of them returned from a mission to an empty house, or merely from the store or an errand, they would always see the photo, waiting for them. It was more than a piece of paper with ink and two men on it; it was a symbol of their love.
Cloud smiled to the photo, locked the door, and hurried downstairs. He didn't even know if "Phoenix" would like him. Once, Angeal had tried to drive the thing, and he wound up nearly colliding into a pole. After that, Genesis nearly had a heart attack and wouldn't let anyone touch the bike, claiming the vehicle was going through some internal changes. It turned out that there was a screw loose in one of the clutches, not a metaphysical time-of-the-month for motorcycles.
The trip downstairs was quiet, and he acknowledged a few people in the lobby. In this building, no one cared if he was living with another man. The parents of children didn't usher their kids away from him for the fear that they might catch some sort of horrific disease. The children smiled at him, the elderly folk waved, and the doorman held the door open for him. Providing for the community had its perks, and being romantically involved with one of the most powerful men in the country definitely had a lot to do with the respect however.
Cloud saw the bike in the mid-morning sunlight, and he almost went blind. It was candy apple red, and the helmet was the same color. It looked flashy, flamboyant…so not his style. He approached it carefully, much in the same way someone would a rapid dog, and he stroked the handlebars. Twenty-four hours wouldn't kill him. Cloud sat on the bike, revved the engine, and took it into the parking garage. He released the brake a little too slowly however, and the bike nearly crashed into a small group of cars, cars that looked like they would have belonged to the head Turk in a previous generation.
He made a note to get up early the next morning. There was no way in hell he was going to drive this thing anywhere, even if it behaved. Getting to the three blocks to Genesis's apartment would be bad enough.
A small buzzing came from his left pocket, and Cloud flipped on the phone, knowing precisely who it was.
"Enjoying the trip?" A small sigh on the other line.
"Hardly. The cooperation is going slow. The paperwork was filed, I gave out handshakes and promises of allegiance…but trust takes time." Cloud's eyes narrowed. He knew how much making deals with Wutai and all of the neighboring countries meant to Sephiroth. Neo-ShinRa was sort of like a philanthropist peace keeping business as of late, one that wanted to find a natural source of energy without mako and bastardizing the Lifestream. It would take awhile, but the effort was being made from all parts of the country.
"You're trying your best." Cloud imagined Sephiroth rubbing the back of his neck in his attempt to relieve it from the knots that had gathered there. Cloud would be more than willing to massage his back when he got home, and likewise, teach Sephiroth the meaning of the abbreviation TLC. Cloud turned off the engine of Phoenix, and it purred for a moment before dying out.
A small laugh, a beautiful laugh. "Thank you. What're you wearing?" Cloud's brow furrowed and he looked around the parking garage. There was no one around…he supposed it didn't matter if he entertained his lover for a bit. Besides, there was something a little bit exciting about talking like this in public.
"What do you think I'm wearing, baby?" Baby. That was one of Sephiroth's favorite pet names. If anyone ever found that out, he would deny it until he was blue in the face however. It was one of their many little secrets they shared in the first few months of their relationship.
Sephiroth chuckled into the receiver. "Nothing at all. You're in our room, on my bed, naked as the day you were born. Your hand is sliding down, down your stomach. There is only candlelight in the room…"
Cloud gasped aloud and gripped his knees on the bike. If he didn't stand up soon, he didn't think he'd ever be able to. The bike pressed against his erection, and he moaned for a moment, expressing the way Sephiroth's voice could turn him on.
Another deep-throated laugh. "Phone sex is always the best with you. Now, what do you think I'm wearing?" Cloud closed his eyes and said the first thing that came to mind.
"You're wrapped up in this black satin blanket. You're walking down the hall, to our room…and you take it off in front of me. Beneath that, you're dressed only in a pair of black leather pants…" It was always leather with him. He had a bit of a fetish for certain fabrics, and the night that they spent making love under satin sheets was one that his mind-and his body-hadn't soon forgotten.
"You have such a vivid imagination. Now, what will I do to you after that?" Cloud gripped the handle bars of the bike, arching his body forward.
"You're going to, very, very slowly, walk towards the bed. You do this so that your hair gets a bit messy…disheveled. Then, you get on the bed with your knees…" There was a small shuffling sound on the phone, and Angeal's voice was heard.
"Sorry Seph, we need to get back in there." A small sigh.
"I'm sorry, I need to get back there." A pause. "If you want…message me the rest of your fantasy." Cloud smiled to this, and he wished he didn't have an empty apartment to go into. "I miss you, and you have my love."
"I miss you too. Come home safe, Seph." He could picture Sephiroth's lips upturning in a rare smile, one just for him.
"You needn't worry about my safety. Angeal drives like an old man with a depth perception problem. I need to go now." A week was a long time without the other half of your soul.
"I love you. We'll celebrate tomorrow."
"What are we celebrating?"
"Your homecoming." Cloud could once again picture those lovely lips upturning in a smile.
"You're extremely kind. I need to go now. Goodbye Cloud."
"Bye Seph." The call ended and Cloud sighed. Being heroes was an excellent way of life. It also could get terribly lonely without someone to celebrate the finery of life with.
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The next morning, bright and early, Cloud knocked on Genesis's door. He had nearly killed himself five times on the motorcycle trying to get here, and he was anxious to get his own, safer bike back.
Genesis opened the door, and Cloud blinked a few times. "If you were showering…I could’ve waited." Genesis grinned, and he never looked more like the cat that ate, devoured, and played with the canary than right then.
"The one thing I'm not Cloud, is shy." Genesis was in a towel up to his hips, and it showed off just how built his chest was. From his muscular obliques, to his pectorals, Genesis could have been a male-model for some sort of product. He could have made selling paper towels look sexy. "Now now duckling, I know you're lonely without your tiger, but all this," he gestured to his body "is for one man." Genesis pointed in the direction of his kitchen. Angeal came out of the kitchen, fully clothed, holding two cups of coffee.
Cloud's eyes opened wide. If Angeal was here, then was Sephiroth here as well? Normally, he wouldn't have been so high-strung to see his lover, but seeing as how they had only just confessed their love for each other a few months previous, they cherished their time together. He didn't want this feeling, the so called "honeymoon-phase" to ever end.
"Seph's at your place." Angeal handed Genesis his cup of coffee, and Cloud could feel cavities forming in the back of his molars from the saccharine look the two exchanged. "I just dropped him off. You must have just missed him." Cloud nodded.
"Thanks Angeal. By the way Genesis…I'm never riding your bike again, it's out to kill me." Genesis chuckled. "I'm serious! The thing doesn't break on time…I'm pretty lucky to be alive." Genesis sighed aloud and rolled his eyes.
"And they call me the dramatic one of the group." Genesis tossed him his key. "I took the liberty of filling up the tank too. It will go a little faster now, and if you feel the need to pop a wheelie, you can now do it without killing yourself." Cloud shook his head. He never felt the need to take unnecessary risks.
Genesis turned around and began looking around the apartment. Cloud was almost out the door when he heard snatches of conversation. "Hmm…which rug should we choose Angeal?" Angeal looked around the apartment, and seemed to be seriously considering his options.
"The one by the sink. It looks terrible." Cloud turned on his heel. Had these guys gone mad? He knew they were obviously homosexual and liked keeping a good house…but what the hell? Was this some sort of sex game that he didn't care to know about? Once, Genesis had told him about a day where he was Angeal for the day, and Angeal had been him. That hadn't sounded too bad…but when you were as lively a story teller as he was, with the right amount of sound effects…the consequences were incredibly strange.
Cloud turned around, wanting to get to the bottom of this. "Um…not to sound like a prick or anything…but why are you talking about rugs?" Cloud saw Angeal holding a few rugs from the kitchen, and Genesis had managed to put on a pair of pants before grabbing his fair share. Genesis opened his eyes wide.
"Tell me you know what today is!" Cloud was taken aback. It wasn't Christmas, Easter passed…Halloween had passed-but it had been damn well memorable-and it wasn't anyone's birthday…
"Um…Thursday?" Genesis sighed.
"No, no! This is not some average Thursday!" Cloud heard Angeal mutter "Here we go" but Genesis continued. "It's a small holiday known as Lumpy Rug Day." Cloud bit his lips to keep from laughing. Genesis looked so damn serious about this…but he was just talking about rugs! Plus…the word lumpy had always made him laugh. "It's a holiday designed specifically to appreciate a good rug. For example, we could have these rugs cleaned, or toss them and buy new ones. Also, you could roll new carpet out and spend the day admiring its texture." That actually sounded kind of nice. Strange, incredibly weird…but nice.
All he could think about now was making filthy love in the middle of a carpet store. Cloud shook his head. Only Genesis could make something as simple as picking out a rug elicit such thoughts in his mind.
Cloud nodded, ignoring of all of the things he could do on a soft plush rug with Sephiroth. "It's today, right?" Genesis nodded almost feverishly.
"Oh yes. Go home, throw out the old rugs, and celebrate with Sephiroth. Goddess above knows he needs to relax." Genesis winked at him. "Enjoy your ride, little duckling."
"I'll try not to die. Thanks for the holiday advice. A holiday in favor of rugs, who knew?" Genesis shrugged, but there was excitement in his features. Cloud swore that he could make even the most menial of chores sound interesting. Genesis was one of those people who could have fun with anything. He would do well to follow that example of a life well lived.
While on the ride back-a very fast ride back-Cloud thought about the potential for a fun holiday. "Lumpy Rug Day…how freaking strange."
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Cloud turned the key to the apartment, but before he finished opening the door, he looked at the mat at the foot of the door. It had a sign that said "Wipe Your Paws" as a small joke from Zack. It looked alright, not too dirty or in need of repair…that rug was out. Besides, was there a difference between mats and rugs?
Sephiroth opened the door and he caught him staring at the rug. "Ah, yes. You see Cloud, that's a W, an I…" Cloud shoved him gently, and Sephiroth shoved back, gripping his forearms. A little bit of rough-housing always excited him.
The door swung closed and Sephiroth propped him to it, wasting no time in pressing his lips to his mouth, the hollow of his throat, and his forehead. Cloud buried his face in Sephiroth's hair, and he inhaled the scent. If moonlight had a scent, it would be this. It was slightly minty, but it was always fresh, like the open air after a rainstorm.
"I missed you, baby." Sephiroth chuckled, and he ran his hands up and under his shirt.
"I missed you too, my little duckling." Only Sephiroth could get away with calling him that. How Genesis had known about that was beyond his understanding, for he had been too passed out to hear that exchange of words. Or had he…
The nickname occurred when Genesis had come over with some liquor on a weekend with Angeal. Cloud had no idea the evening would turn into a very, very interesting game of adult truth-or-dare. Genesis had dared Sephiroth to call him something insanely cute, and he stuck with duckling. Liquor had a strange effect on all of them. For example, he tended to get very provocative while under the influence, Genesis turned into a darker and more mischievous side of himself, Angeal got insanely chatty, and Sephiroth was a mixture of all three. Mako enhancements didn't take away the effect of alcohol; it made it that much more intense.
Cloud began rubbing Sephiroth's shoulders with his hands, and Sephiroth nearly collapsed to the floor. His senses had been heightened ever since he was a child, and even the smallest of sensations from a loved one could make him a live-wire. The same thing happened if you ran your hands through his hair. He became boneless, putty in your hands.
"Relax, Seph." Cloud eased Sephiroth out of his work clothes, and within moments, his chest was completely bare. Cloud ghosted his hands across Sephiroth's pectorals, his collarbone, and lightly began massaging his shoulders from the front. Sephiroth closed his eyes, and his mouth pursued in his own personal ecstasy. "Does that feel good, baby?"
"You have no idea." Cloud gently turned Sephiroth around and began working out the knots in his neck, along with the small little muscles in his shoulder blades. He could do this for hours without tiring, both because of mako enhancements, as well as the want to make his lover feel better.
"What do you…want to do today?" Cloud dug his thumbs into an especially tender spot on Sephiroth's neck, and Sephiroth winced for half a second, and then released a contented sigh.
"This is going to sound weird…but would you like to celebrate a small, very under-the-rug holiday?" Cloud chuckled at his own pun.
"Sure…let me guess what it is. "Make your lover feel like he's in heaven" day?" Cloud felt his lips upturning into a smile. Sephiroth was actually one of the most hilarious people he had ever met in his life, aside from Zack when he was hyped up on caffeine, or Reno when he was drunk off his ass. Some days though, when the world had this ideal vision of a serious and stoic man, Cloud knew better. The façade was splintered when he looked in his direction, for he knew the man within, the man who secretly loved sweets, small and furry animals, and adored the sense of touch from someone who he cared about.
"Actually, it's in celebration of something we're sitting on." Sephiroth released a happy sigh from his lips.
"Is it "Sexy-Ass Day" in which the day is spent honoring certain body parts from all angles?" Cloud placed his mouth by Sephiroth's left ear and gently kissed the space behind his neck.
"And you say I have vivid imagination. It's a holiday involving rugs actually. It's called Lumpy Rug Day, in which anyone appreciates a good rug. We would clean or throw away old rugs, and make room for the new ones. It's like spring cleaning, but with a twist." Sephiroth released a satisfied exhalation.
"Two things. One, you have amazing hands and I never want to leave you again. Two…that sounds most intriguing. Genesis told you this, right?" Cloud nodded, all the while gripping Sephiroth from behind. His hands splayed across his hips, and he placed his chin on his shoulder blades.
"I swear, that man could make digging a ditch sound like fun." Sephiroth placed his hand on his, and their fingers entwined. "Let's do it." Sephiroth gripped Cloud's arms and swung him onto his back. Cloud swung a few feet above the air, and he kept walking around with him in tow. It was one of the only things Sephiroth would do with him that no one else knew about it. Also, it was one of the few things he wouldn't tell anyone out of doors that he loved: piggy back rides.
"I'd love to celebrate this grandiose holiday…however, I can't seem to find Cloud." Sephiroth turned his body to the left, and then the right, all the while swinging Cloud around. "Here little duckling…I want to celebrate my homecoming with you." Cloud remained quiet, and he took the time to marvel at how at ease Sephiroth was. This was a side of him that no one had seen before, one that even his brother would be shocked to see. There was a deeply tender and affectionate side to his personality, a facet that showed just how loving he could be.
Sephiroth reached backwards and poked him in the thigh. He cried out, and Sephiroth gave a sound of utmost triumph. "Aha! I've caught you, duckling." Cloud slipped down his back, gripped his arms, and in a matter of moments, they were kissing each other like they had been reunited after a parting of a few months instead of a week. Cloud ran his tongue against Sephiroth's bottom lip, all the while gripping Sephiroth's hair in his hands. They fell to the ground, tussling, teasing, and tantalizing the other with their bodies.
"You know…" he panted against Sephiroth's ear "there's more than one way to appreciate a good rug." Sephiroth ran his hands up his stomach, and within a few moments, his shirt was gone, flung to the other side of the room.
"I am inclined to agree with you. Now…re-remind me about your vivid fantasies, Cloud." Cloud nearly ripped the fabric of Sephiroth's pants with how hard he pulled, and Sephiroth merely smirked at his obvious need.
"You were in a black satin sheet, and underneath, there were these leather pants that showed off everything. You took them off, button by button…and then you crawled to me, naked." Cloud let out a breathless moan as Sephiroth began rocking into him, a non-penetrating foreplay mixing their bodies.
Sephiroth tugged off his pants and undergarments, and within a matter of moments, he was entirely nude. Cloud grabbed Sephiroth's hand and stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking with his eyes closed for several long moments. He opened his eyes to find a hunger in his lover's oculars, and he took great care in knowing that here, they were both turned on by both submission, and domination. They always traded positions, and there was never anything but equality here. They were operating on the same wave-lengths, the same everything.
He spread his legs and Sephiroth began pumping with his saliva slicked fingers into his opening. Cloud closed his eyes in rapture, and he let every sound slip from his lips. He knew Sephiroth was turned on by aural noises, as well as anything that came from the throat. He wanted to hear how he was making him feel. Cloud gripped the fibers of the carpet, and he took a moment to cherish the texture and feel of it. This was one spectacular holiday.
"Oh…right there baby…please…" Sephiroth gently ran his hands up his back, as if to make sure that he was still there, still solid flesh and not glass, and he entered him gently. He teased him with the tip of his length, and even that small touch had him elated. He wouldn't force him though. This was Sephiroth's way of saying, in that silent, loving way of his, that he would never force him into his body without his permission.
Cloud opened his eyes, nodded, and gripped Sephiroth's hip. Sephiroth ground his pelvis into him a few times, eliciting a startled cry from his lips. Then, Sephiroth entered him halfway, and after a few minutes, he was fully inside of him. They rocked together, and Cloud closed his eyes, picturing the melding and meshing of two colors together. In the black space behind his eyelids, he saw two colors coming together, a clash of white and gray, intermingling, meshing, and creating its own separate shade. The two shades splattered everywhere on this velvet canvas, and stars danced behind his eyes as he rode out the orgasm.
Sephiroth's mouth was everywhere on him: on his neck, his chest, his face. Cloud gripped his back, thrust into him, all the while trusting that this didn't hurt, that dear Gaia could it never hurt. It was the most fulfilling experience, every single time.
They worked frantically against each other then, each of them longing for both their own release, as well as the ultimate pleasure of their lover. It was so erotic, the thought that your own pleasure was being enhanced with the orgasm of your lover.
Cloud came so quickly then, he nearly screamed out loud. He gripped Sephiroth's shoulders, the fingernails digging into the skin there, all the while feeling Sephiroth's seed spill into his body. Sephiroth collapsed on top of him, and Cloud stroked his hair, thinking all the while that he had never felt more connected to him than at that moment.
"Happy Lumpy Rug Day indeed." Cloud chuckled.
"Whoever says holidays are overrated are doing it wrong." Sephiroth rose from his position above him, and Cloud stroked a small pattern from his neck, up his chin, all the way to his hair line. He stroked the bangs from his face, and gently kissed his lips.
"There are rugs in the bathroom…in the shower." Sephiroth gently picked him up and placed him on his neck again, all the while walking to the bathroom.
Once they were done washing everything, Sephiroth pulled Cloud in for a warm embrace on the main rug of the living room. They were both still damp from the shower, and the hot jets had worked miracles on Sephiroth's neck and back. Lying here, against a rug, was the best way to celebrate the homecoming of your love.
"Remind me to thank Genesis the next time I see him." Cloud entwined his legs in Sephiroth's, all the while dozing off.
"Best holiday ever." Sephiroth kissed his brow, all the while tightening his hold on him.
"You're my reason to celebrate." Cloud chuckled a little at how sappy that sounded. Still, often times the sappiest sounding sentences were the truest.
"You're the reason for the season." He gripped him tighter, all the while listening to the sound of Sephiroth's heartbeat. "Happy Lumpy Rug Day world…"
Whatever Cloud did, he did it with all of his heart.
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