Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Temporary Salvation ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title - Temporary Salvation

Fandom - FFVII

Characters - Sephiroth, Tseng

Warnings this chapter - yaoi, swearing, sex

Disclaimer - Don't own Final Fantasy 7. Square Enix does. Making no money either.

Note - Takes place before CrisisCore.

 

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Chapter 2

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Day 7

 

Tseng awoke the next day, warm and comfortable. Instead of old, scratchy blankets wrapped around him, he found strong, warm arms. Instead of a hard wooden floor under his head, he found a firm chest and a lulling heart beat.

 

He lay perfectly still, unwilling to wake his pillow. Tseng hated to admit it to himself, but it felt good. He felt safe and content. Both feelings were so unfamiliar to him. Feelings that he thought he'd lost forever and would never experience again.

 

Besides, there was no way he would miss the chance to see Sephiroth's reaction when he awoke to find that while he was asleep, he had turned over and taken the Turk in his arms, pulling the smaller man onto his chest. Tseng wondered if he would blush again. He remembered how the colour had spread over those porcelain cheeks before. How it had given him a glance of the human behind the warrior's façade.

 

The General began to stir beside him, turning to nuzzle the top of his head and breathe in the smell of his hair. It sent a shiver up Tseng's spine, despite his efforts to remain unaffected. He tilted his face upwards to peer at Sephiroth's face, peaceful and calm in his slumber. The arms around him began to move slowly, caressing his back gently and the Turk failed to contain a sigh that escaped his lips.

 

The body underneath him tensed immediately and the arms around him froze. The General's eyes blinked open and a look of pure confusion crossed his face. As Tseng looked into his eyes, Sephiroth blushed the most beautiful shade of magenta before quickly moving his arms from around the other man.

 

A sudden surge of sympathy filled the Turk and he rolled over to face away from the General, giving the man privacy to recover. As he lay silently, staring at the remains of the fire, he heard the shuffle of clothing and the sound of footsteps as Sephiroth fled the cabin.

 

Unexpectedly, he felt a deep emptiness in the wake of his departure.

 

**.**

 

Tseng had the fire going and the tea ready when Sephiroth returned an hour later. The General had collected more berries and they both sat silently, enduring their meager breakfast.

 

Sephiroth would not look at him. He stared at the floor or the fire and remained completely silent. The berries stung Tseng's tongue, the tea tasted stale and the fire's warmth gave him no comfort. It all combined to completely ruin the good mood he had woken up in.

 

He wanted to be back in Sephiroth's arms. Deep inside of him, he wanted it far more than was healthy or sane. He knew he shouldn't let himself feel this. Understood, far too well that this could never be and would only result in disappointment and pain. Stuck out here, in the middle of nowhere, he simply could not convince himself to stop wanting it.

 

**.**

 

Sephiroth regarded the fire intently. It took all of his will to keep his eyes locked on it and averted from the Turk, only an arms length away. Waking up with the dark haired man locked in his arms had shocked him completely. At first, his sleepy mind had reveled in the feel of the warm body against his. He had curled into it, caressed the length of its warm back and breathed in the spicy scent of that soft hair. It had felt so comfortable, so real, so right.

 

The soft sigh that floated to his ears had awoken his blurry mind instantly. He had frozen in confusion and opened his eyes to find Tseng looking up at him. The sight had taken his breath away and left him blushing like a fool.

 

Thankfully, the Turk had turned away and given him the opportunity to retreat and regain some semblance of control. Sephiroth had returned with the clear intent to apologize and tell Tseng that he would stay awake tonight and bother the man no further.

 

As he had entered the cabin once more, his eyes had fallen on the Turk and all his good intentions had deserted him. He wanted Tseng. Wanted to hold him, run his fingers through that dark mane and over every inch of his skin. Wanted it so intensely that it stole his words away and left him mutely awaiting nightfall and counting down the hours impatiently.

 

The pure strength of the need Tseng had awoken in him was terrifying. He knew that nothing more could ever develop between them. Knew that once they were found, things would return to what they were before. As he remembered the feeling of Tseng in his arms, he realized he didn't care. He would take whatever he could get and treasure it, even if it was only the warmth of the other man's body beside him as he slept.

 

**.**

 

Tseng could feel Sephiroth's eyes boring into him as he arranged the bedding and lay down. He purposely left an obvious space behind himself and settled in to wait and see if the General would join him.

 

Seconds turned to minutes and Tseng began to feel disappointment swell in his chest. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe the General was not attracted to him and it had been wishful thinking on his part.

 

He finally heard Sephiroth stand and approach him across the room. Was relieved when the silver haired man slowly settled beside him. As they lay silently, Tseng found sleep escaped him. The other mans closeness was far too distracting. He turned over to find himself face to face with the object of his desire. Sephiroth was staring back at him with fire in his eyes and Tseng's defensive walls crumbled.

 

**.**

 

Sephiroth was lost in the depths of Tseng's eyes. He was so close that Sephiroth could feel his companions's breath caressing his skin. Could see fear, hope and desire all fighting for dominance in the smaller man's mind. His hand moved up of its own accord and traced a fairy light line down Tseng's cheek. Testing. Feeling. Memorizing.

 

Tseng's eyes fluttered at the touch and the Turk drew in a breath, holding it in anticipation. Sephiroth closed the gap between them to let his lips lightly dance across Tseng's, feather soft and barely touching. The dark haired man released the breath he had been holding and made a small sound. To the General, it sounded like a plea and it set his whole body alight.

 

The hand that had been cupping the Turk's cheek swept around to thread into dark hair. The other wrapped around Tseng's back and pulled him against Sephiroth's chest firmly. There was nothing in this world that could stop him now.

 

**.**

 

Sephiroth's tongue caressed his lips and he opened them, welcoming him in. The General's kiss was overwhelming. Tseng's arms were trapped between their chests, grasping at Sephiroth's shirt as he completely lost his usual calm façade. He'd wanted this and now that he'd achieved his goal, he completely surrendered.

 

When Sephiroth pushed him over onto his back, he went willingly. When the General opened his shirt to rain kisses down his chest, he lost himself in the sensation, whimpering and running one hand through silver locks.

 

Sephiroth sat back to remove Tseng's pants, sliding them down his legs slowly. As the General leant forward and began to kiss his way back up his thighs, a sense of vulnerability made Tseng panic internally. He was a Turk, not some weak nobody who would lie back and surrender his control so easily. But he wanted this, wanted the General inside of him, filling the void and making him whole. He tried to think of a solution to his dilemma, but nothing came to mind before Sephiroth swallowed his cock and wiped out his ability to think.

 

**.**

 

Sephiroth was fighting to retain some kind of control. Tseng's body was water and he was dying of thirst. Touching wasn't enough. Tasting only made him want more.

 

The Turk's shaft was throbbing against his tongue in time with his own heartbeat. Sephiroth savored the feel of it, treasured every gasp and whimper that fell from the other man's lips. He glanced up the dark haired man's body to memorize the sight of him, head thrown back and his spine arched. Sweat beaded along every line of Tseng's form, making it gleam in the firelight.

 

Tseng began to moan wantonly, unconsciously thrusting his hips in an attempt to push his need further down the General's throat. Sephiroth reached up a hand to touch the other man's face to have his fingers disappear between Tseng's lips. The smaller man sucked them in greedily, threading his tongue through them and coating them thoroughly with his saliva. Sephiroth failed to restrain a moan at the sight.

 

**.**

 

Sephiroth's fingers disappeared from his mouth but before Tseng could even begin to mourn the loss, he felt one gently teasing his entrance.

 

“S…..Sephiroth,” he moaned, torn between his need and his pride. The General was in complete control and he was powerless against him. As the first finger breached Tseng, he thrust back on it, only to thrust forward again into Sephiroth's mouth. Each thrust forward felt like victory. Each thrust back felt like defeat. Tseng shut his eyes as a second finger joined the first easily and groaned for more when they began scissoring, nudging a spot inside of him that sent jolts through his body. Just as his orgasm loomed, the fingers disappeared and the warm mouth withdrew.

 

Gasping for breath, he opened his eyes to see Sephiroth kneeling between his legs, naked and glowing in the firelight. The silver haired warrior looked surreal. Divine and untouchable.

 

The General purred his name and Tseng was drawn to him, sitting up to join their lips together. As Sephiroth devoured his mouth, Tseng's pride nudged him once more. This was his chance to gain back control and redeem the shame of surrender. His Turk training demanded it.

 

**.**

 

Sephiroth growled hungrily as Tseng flowed up onto his lap and impaled himself, slowly descending to swallow him to the hilt. He wrapped his arms around Tseng's back, holding him lightly as he moved his kisses along Tseng's jaw and down onto his neck. Tseng was grasping his shoulders, using them to balance and hold himself in place as he adjusted to the invasion. Sephiroth paused his assault on his neck to look into Tseng's eyes, full of passion and need. He was drowning, overcome with the feeling of tight heat that pulsed around him. It took every ounce of the General's control to remain still. When Tseng began to move against him, Sephiroth threw back his head and grasped his hips. The smaller man set a mind-blowing pace, whimpering softly with every downward thrust.

 

In that moment, nothing else existed and nothing else mattered. Tseng was no longer a Turk. He was his lover, his redemption, his world. He never wanted it to stop.

 

**.**

 

Tseng was completely out of control. Every nerve, every inch of his body overcome with the feel of Sephiroth inside of him. He tried desperately to hold off his orgasm, wanting to make this last for as long as possible. Eventually, the friction of his cock between their bellies became too much and his orgasm exploded along every muscle of his body. As his movements slowed, Sephiroth grabbed his hips, taking over control and thrusting up into him with unbelievable force. Moments later, Tseng heard the warrior moan his name as he followed him into bliss.

 

They stayed wrapped together and joined as one until their breathing returned to normal. Sephiroth moved first, lifting Tseng off his lap before cupping his face with both hands and kissing him deeply. Tseng pulled away from the kiss to yawn behind his hand and Sephiroth chuckled as he lay back on the floor with a smile, pulling Tseng over against his chest. Neither said a word as Tseng closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 

 

Day 8

 

The sun streamed in the dirty, cracked windows, dancing through the air, across the floor and over the two men cuddled together. Sephiroth lay still, watching it sparkle through Tseng's dark hair, making patches of it glow a golden brown. He couldn't help but feel a little poetic at the sight. If it were up to him, he would stay like this forever. Tseng was cradled in his arms, fast asleep, warm and relaxed. This time, Sephiroth felt no embarrassment or need to escape. He didn't want to wake Tseng and break the spell of such a perfect moment.

 

Last night had been something he would never forget. A memory that he would always hold, close to his heart, till the day he died. He knew he could never voice the way he truly felt. Realized, with painful clarity, that they would be found and the fantasy would end. Besides, he had no idea how Tseng really felt. To the Turk, last night was most likely just a case of convenience. A way to find release and pass the time. Even if, by some miracle, Tseng felt something more for him, it would be like trying to grow roses in the middle of a desert.

 

**.**

 

Tseng lay silently, his eyes closed as he pretended to be asleep. He was memorizing every second of this beautiful dream, prolonging it hopelessly and refusing to end it.

 

Last night had exceeded every one of his expectations. He wasn't supposed to let himself feel. The Turk had spent years burying his passion and desire to become an unbendable and unfeeling pillar of stone. Sephiroth's touch had crumbled his shell in an instant, opening his heart and leaving him vulnerable and fragile. His mind was full of want and need that would never be fulfilled.

 

Gods, he was such a fool. As if the mighty General would ever return his feelings. What could a man like that ever want in a cold, heartless Turk? Tseng had sold his soul to Shinra long ago and his long line of shameful deeds could never be forgiven. He could never earn the right to be loved again.

 

He had stupidly let a small spark of hope erupt into a firestorm of emotion. It had burned through his veins and turned him into a mindless whore. Sephiroth had used him to release his need and now would walk away without a backwards glance. Tseng could not hate him for it. A man like him deserved nothing more.

 

**.**

 

Sephiroth watched silently as Tseng opened his eyes and moved away from him. The Turk would not even look at him and his mask of indifference had returned. Tseng grabbed his clothes, dressed quickly and exited the cabin in the direction of the river. He was going straight to wash away all evidence of their joining, as if it had never happened.

 

Sephiroth dressed and started up the fire in automatic, numbed to the depths of his soul by the complete rejection. He was such a fool. A fool that had hoped, beyond all reason, that this could be something more. He closed his eyes, pushing down the pain and locking it away. Sephiroth would hide it from Tseng. To let the Turk see his distress would achieve nothing.

 

Half an hour later, he was sipping his tea in front of the fire once more. Returning to the usual routine was his only solution. He had no idea how he was going to handle being alone with Tseng again. How could he face the man who he felt so much for when he now knew his feelings where not returned.

 

A soft sound, like a heartbeat, began to thrum in his ears. Its volume grew until Sephiroth realized it was the sound of approaching helicopters. His emotions swung violently between relief and despair. They had been found.

 

**.**

 

Tseng looked up at the approaching helicopters with no expression. Inside he was dying but he would never show it. He heard Sephiroth come out of the cabin and stand behind him silently. Closed his eyes as the dust flew up around them in the wake of the spinning blades. Watched as Reno climbed out of the closest chopper and nodded in response to his questions of concern. The General strode past him, climbing inside the second chopper without looking back. The door closed and he was gone.

 

Tseng didn't see Sephiroth turn back, his eyes searching for him. Was unaware of the ache in the General's chest that would never abate. All Tseng saw was the dust churned up by the helicopters blades. All he was aware of was his heart burning to ashes and choking his dreams.

 

 

 

 

THE END