[FFVII] Whiskers for a Kitten Title: Whiskers for a Kitten Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core Characters: Angeal/Sephiroth Rating: PG13 Word Count: 287 Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Angeal/Sephiroth: hair fetish - he was fascinated with the idea of facial hair
A little food, a little drink and an even smaller hint of kindness. Angeal would have been appalled if he had been in his right mind, that this was all it took for Sephiroth to warm to him. The young man was practically in his lap, making soft sounds like a kitten. Green eyes with slit-shaped pupils turned up at him, completing the image.
“Sephiroth,” Angeal started. Sephiroth hushed him. ‘You don’t have to do this,’ Angeal wanted to say. ‘I don’t expect anything back.’ Some other day he would be horrified that Sephiroth, so young, knew how to bargain this way. He would wonder where and how Sephiroth had learned, who had been the first to coerce this out of a boy bearing a man’s responsibilities and none of the joys.
Sephiroth read the concern on Angeal’s face and crawled into the older boy’s lap. He wrapped long limbs around Angeal’s broad frame and basked in the warmth from Angeal’s body. He knew it was the alcohol in some part, bringing this secret desire to the fore. Knowing did not mean he had any wish to stop it. Let Angeal call it unfair advantage later if he wished. Sephiroth slid upwards along Angeal’s chest and nuzzled the dark-haired one’s face.
It was bristly and coarse, and thick. There was an edge of sharpness here an there. Sephiroth turned his head side to side, rubbing as much of himself as he could along that small patch, wishing there was more. He was fascinated with the idea of facial hair. Maybe he could get Angeal to grow it out some. Sephiroth would never have that ability for himself but that way he could enjoy and at least pretend.