Fallen Angels Chapter 25-30
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Rated NC-17 for smexiness!
Chapter 25: Chasing Him Again
When he emerged from the shower, Sephiroth was surprised to find his quarters empty. He had not expected Abel to rouse himself from his thoughts when he had not acknowledged any external stimuli during the trek back to Midgar. Yet that was what had happened, leading Abel to run again. Softly swearing, Sephiroth pulled on a fresh set of his usual leather outfit before he started towards the door. He was definitely going to collar Abel if only to keep him close by.
Out in the hall, he found Zack and Cloud waiting for him, and Sephiroth raised a silvered brow, silently asking what they were doing. Cloud shifted nervously but Zack shrugged and grinned. “One of the servants saw Abel heading for the hot springs. Thought you’d like some back up when you go to talk to him.”
“As you wish,” drawled Sephiroth before whirling to stalk down the hallway. Why had Abel gone to the hot springs? Had he been injured and required assistance despite what he had told Sephiroth? He knew Zack was guilty of such moves, claiming he did not wish to worry others. A foolish motion but one Sephiroth had yet to break his SiC of. Especially since Cloud seemed just as determined to conceal any injuries he might have sustained from a battle.
When he entered the hot springs area, Sephiroth noticed a distinct absence of people in the area. For a brief moment, he wondered why the hot springs were all but deserted before shrugging it off. If someone hoped to ambush them there, then they were quite foolish or suicidal. Shrugging the thought aside, he continued his hunt for Abel while Zack and Cloud automatically fell in at his back, assisting in searching the various pools as well.
Turning the corner to enter one of the hidden pools, Sephiroth stopped at the sight of Abel sitting in the water and staring at the surface. The black robes that had been his normal wardrobe were scattered about as if they had simply fallen where he had removed them. His silver hair floated around him, revealing and obscuring his body with the shifting currents. But there was a lost aura that surrounded Abel, adding to the slumped shoulders.
A rustling of cloth and a thump of boots being tossed aside pulled Sephiroth’s attention away from Abel in time to witness Zack and Cloud disrobing.
“Great idea, Abel. Mind if we join you?” inquired Zack before sliding into the water with a delighted sigh.
Abel gave no indication that he had either heard nor saw them, and Sephiroth frowned as he followed Zack’s actions. Such inattentiveness could get Abel killed, and that Sephiroth would not tolerate any more than Abel’s apparent disregard for his own safety in battle.
“Abel?” Cloud’s hesitant voice broke the silence, and he bit his lip as empty blue eyes lifted from the water to stare at the blond. “What’s wrong?”
For a few minutes, Sephiroth doubted that Abel was going to answer as the silence between them stretched onward, but then Abel poke, his voice soft and almost flat. “I have no one. No handlers to hold my leash, no allies to watch my back, and no anchor to hold me here. Everything has been stripped from me.”
Reaching out, Sephiroth threaded his fingers through Abel’s long hair before gripping the back of his neck. He pulled Abel over into his lap before staring into those pale eyes. “You are mine, Abel Nightroad. I claimed you before, and I will claim you now. Everything that you are is mine. While I might share you with Zack and Cloud, you are fully mine!”
Abel opened his mouth to protest, but Sephiroth never gave him the chance as he covered those lips with his own. That got a faint stiffening from Abel, before Sephiroth deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into the other’s mouth to savor the taste that was pure Abel again. Softly, Abel moaned before melting against Sephiroth, and he drank in those gentle sounds. This is how it was suppose to be. Abel’s flavor on his tongue and his body willing in Sephiroth’s lap.
Everything else could be dealt with later.
Chapter 26: Reclaimed
He was being kissed.
That was the only thought in Abel’s head as he sat in Sephiroth’s lap with the man’s arms around him. He was being kissed as if he was the most cherished being on the planet, and the thought brought tears to his eyes. Not even his time with Lilith or Cain had made him feel this precious.
More hands were on him, stroking his hair and back as Zack and Cloud cuddled him as well. Abel shivered hard and pulled back, trying to look at all three SOLDIERs at the same time. “Am I only to warm your beds? Because there must be others who aren’t as... troublesome as me.”
Abel didn’t want to draw attention to his thoughts of being a monster, but from the angry looks directed his way, it was obvious he had failed. He curled in on himself, ducking his head to avoid their anger as he nervously licked his lips. A gentle had slid through his hair, coaxing him to uncurl in Sephiroth’s lap, and Abel leaned to rest his head on the other silver’s shoulder.
As fingers slid down his back, Abel gasped and tensed as pleasure sparked through him. Sword callused fingers stroked over the wing scars, stimulating the numerous nerves hidden under the thin skin and sending waves of pleasure through him. Whimpering moans filled the air as he writhed on Sephiroth’s lap, part of him wanting to escape that teasing touch while a larger part wanted more.
A hand fell to his lap and curled around him, holding him in a firm grip, and he froze at the possessiveness in that hand. In a flash of inspiration, he knew it wasn’t just his skills that were being claimed by Sephiroth. The other man was laying claim to his body, his soul, and possibly his heart, sending faint shivers through Abel. Was he willing to risk so much for Sephiroth, even after the general king had chased him to the Vatican?
“Mine, Abel Nightroad. Mine to decorate, tease, love, laugh and cry with,” purred Sephiroth as the hand on Abel’s back shifted to grasp the nape of his neck. The declaration shook Abel to his very core, but something seemed to settle in him at the adamant claim. No one had ever claimed him so thoroughly. Always before, they had wanted his skills in battle, his friendship, or his advice, but never everything he was and could be.
Closing his eyes, he relaxed completely in Sephiroth’s hold, surrendering to the man. “Yours.”
Chapter 27: Twin Silvers
A quick glance from Sephiroth, and Zack was reaching for the small bottle of oil resting next to the pool. Pots of oil were one thing that all of the pools had, and it was good for a massage or even more intimate use. The wide acceptance of same sex relationships in the Northern Kingdom had been an unexpected surprise. It was common practice on Gaia for there to be couples of the same sex, but for them to be on this new world as well was a blessing.
Turning back to the silver haired men, Zack stopped to gaze at them. Sephiroth had turned Abel in his lap so they were chest to back before pulling Abel’s hair back over Sephiroth’s shoulder, adding to the cloak of silver that floated around them. Abel’s head was twisted around as Sephiroth kissed him, exploring that sweet mouth. The ex-priest’s legs were hooked over Sephiroth’s, leaving him exposed to everyone’s gaze, and Zack felt a bolt of lust shoot through him at the sight.
“Sweet Freya’s tits,” Zack breathed, his eyes glued to the silvers. “No wonder twins are so desired.”
A bright blush appeared on Abel’s cheeks even as Sephiroth chuckled.
“Are you just going to admire, or are you going to assist?” purred Sephiroth, dragging a hand down Abel’s chest to wrap it around hard flesh and getting a whimpered plead from Abel. With a smirk, Zack dipped his fingers into the oi before he reached out to draw the slick fingers down heavy globes. That got a hitched breath as his fingers slid down farther to tease Abel’s opening.
Abel cried out and jerked as if Zack had touched him with a live wire. Violet eyes quickly flickered up to his face, looking for any sign of pain, but found only desperate passion. As Zack gently slid a finger into Abel, his gaze firmly on those pale blue eyes, he watched as something seemed to crumble, leaving Abel looking extremely young and vulnerable. For the first time, Abel wasn’t hiding anything from them. Now, he had completely surrendered to them, placing everything he was in their hands.
It was incredibly humbling.
Chapter 28: Command Decisions
Watching a blush stain pale cheeks, Sephiroth wondered how anyone who had seen and experienced so much could retain such innocence. He bent down to nibble along Abel’s neck, getting a soft moan for his troubles as Abel continued writing in his lap. Never before in their joining had Abel been so unrestrained in his actions, and Sephiroth realized he preferred this sensual being to the more restrained person that had been in his bed before.
A hand smeared oil down his length, and he groaned into Abel’s neck as he slid into that tight heat. Strong fingers wrapped around wrists as he started moving those slender hips, and Abel moaned as Zack bent down to lick at pale nipples. Then Cloud was there to claim Abel’s lips and drink down the sounds that spilled from their emotionally injured lover.
“Relax, Abel,” murmured Cloud, and Sephiroth watched as the blond brushed tears off of Abel’s cheeks. “You are wanted and loved.”
Abel weakly shook his head before crying out in surprised pleasure. Sephiroth purred as he made sure to hit that nub, sending pleasure sparkling along Abel’s nerves. A few thrusts later had Sephiroth frowning as he could practically feel Abel emotionally withdrawing from them. Growling, he bit Abel’s neck as he thrust hard, and he was rewarded with another of those desperate cries.
“You are not allowed to distance yourself from us,” he growled, thrusting hard again. Abel whined and thrashed on his lap as he kept the harder pace.
Suddenly, pale skin bleached to white as sharp claws dug into Sephiroth’s wrists, He hissed in surprise more than pain, but Abel still jerked his hands away as if burned. Before he could move away, Zack caught his wrists and smiled at him.
“You can’t scare us, Abel. No matter what your past is, your abilities are, or what you look like,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across Abel’s lips. “We’ll always be there to catch you, to watch your back, and hold your leash when needed.”
“Too much....” gasped Abel, his voice deeper than Sephiroth was use to. Shaking his head, Abel trembled harder as Sephiroth’s pace didn’t slow. “Can’t... control... change...”
“Yes, you can,” growled Sephiroth, biting an ear that had grown pointed sometime during Abel’s shifting. “If only because I say you can.” This was a test to see if Abel was willing to accept his command over him, or if other measures would have to be taken. His order got a desperate whine from Abel as he threw his head back, black lips parting to reveal deadly fangs. Red eyes were open, staring at nothing as his chest heaved with a desperate need for air, and Sephiroth purred in delight.
Abel was obeying him.
Growling in delight, Sephiroth continued thrusting into Abel with a bruising force, and he could tell the other was getting close by the soft mewling whimpers falling from his lips. His own climax was quickly approaching, and he growled for Abel to come before biting where Abel’s neck met his shoulder. Shrieking like Shiva falling on Ifreet, Abel arched as every muscle in his body locked. Sephiroth groaned into the skin captured between his teeth as that tight heat became a vice around him, pulling his release from him with enough force to turn his vision hazy.
Strong hands were supporting him, helping him remain upright even as a concerned voice was yammering in his ear, but he couldn’t make out the words over the roaring echoing in them. There was a warm weight in his lap, and Sephiroth curled his arms around it, holding it close. His breath rasped in his lungs and shudders coursed through him.
Finally, after several minutes, he managed to calm down enough to start thinking logically again. Abel was an unconscious weight on his legs while Cloud and Zack peered at them both with concerned looks on their faces. He managed to shift Abel until he was cradling the unconscious man in his arms before rising to his feet. “It has been a long day for everyone. I am going to retire to my rooms with Abel.”
“All right, sir. But.. Um...” Cloud trailed off with an embarrassed look on his face. “Shouldn’t you put some clothes on first?”
Chapter 29: Food for Thought
Once more, he woke feeling warm and safe, but this time, Abel knew it wasn’t a dream. His dreams never had the scent of a well cooked meal combined with the feel of a hard body pressed against his back while strong arms held him close. But most important of all, the aching emptiness that had been his constant companion for the past few weeks was gone. Instead, a sense of rightness and belonging filled him. A small smile touched his lips as he snuggled back down into Sephiroth’s arms, fully prepared to doze off again.
“Good morning,” purred a familiar voice in Abel’s ear, and he turned over to find amused feline eyes staring at him. Sephiroth shifted to prop his head up on a fist and stared down at Abel. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I have a place to belong to again,” Abel confessed with a small smile. “I hadn’t realized how much I had been missing it until now.”
“In what way? Didn’t you belong to the Vatican and y our Department of Foreign Affairs?” inquired Sephiroth, stroking his free hand down Abel’s side as he continued watching him.
Abel stretched and moaned in relief as tense muscles relaxed. “Yes, but it wasn’t that strong.” He tilted his head to meet Sephiroth’s eyes more easily as he tried to put his feelings into words. “Catarina was not strong enough to hold my leash as I needed it to be held. If she was, then she wouldn’t have released me as easily as she did.”
Sephiroth hummed before reaching up to run a hand through Abel’s hair. “Come. You must be hungry.”
Sliding out of the bed, Abel followed Sephiroth into the next room where food was spread out on the coffee table. Abel blushed slightly as his stomach growled loudly, and Sephiroth chuckled as he ushered Abel forward. “Eat. You are not doing anyone any favors by neglecting your health.”
That got a darker blush from Abel even as he started eating. He forced himself to slow down and enjoy the meal instead of wolfing it down as if someone was going to take it away if he didn’t eat everything within a certain time. Of course, that habit had been part of his carefully cultivated ‘foolish priest’ persona, something he didn’t think he would need here. There was a soft chuckle from Sephiroth, but Abel ignored it as he continued eating to appease the ravenous hunger that had been quietly clawing at his stomach.
Suddenly, a new scent grabbed Abel’s attention, and he swallowed his current mouthful of food as he looked up. Wide blue eyes were focused on the opaque bottle in Sephiroth’s hand, and Abel licked his lips, nervously, as he tried to figure out what that enticing smell was.
“Your sister sent me information on your physical needs,” remarked Sephiroth with a casual tone, and Abel’s eyes flickered to him before returning to the bottle. His instincts were screaming at him to take the bottle away from Sephiroth while the rest of him wanted to hear what information had been passed along. “And she said that you have been denying your Crusnik half, starving yourself needlessly.”
His eyes grew even wider at the firm look on Sephiroth’s face, and he was about to scramble away when strong fingers dug into his hair. A whimpering moan slipped out of him as Sephiroth pulled his head back and brought the bottle closer, making his fangs ache. He wanted the contents of that bottle, to taste it flowing thick and rich over his tongue, and he hated himself for still wanting it.
Closing his eyes, Abel tried to turn his face away as he weakly pushed at the bottle of blood. He shifted, wanting to release some of the pressure behind his fangs.
This was torture.
Chapter 30: Hollow Belief
Sephiroth watched as Abel shifted forms, not releasing his grip on that silver hair. There was both self-loathing and a desperate need mixed together on Abel’s face even as his actions were becoming less of a refusal.
“Abel, I will not let you starve either side of your biology,” he stated, tightening his grip on that silver hair and getting burning crimson eyes staring up at him. Unlike any of his SOLDIERs, Abel’s eyes were solid red with the pupils being slightly darker than the rest of his eye. “I don’t know why you insist on denying your strengths, but none of our enemies would hesitate to use this weakness against you. Especially since by refusing to drink blood, you are weakening yourself.”
Again, Abel tried to turn away, but Sephiroth’s grip prevented that. Deciding he had enough of this foolishness, Sephiroth place the bottle at Abel’s lips and tipped it up to pour some of the blood into Abel’s mouth. Instantly, his hands came up to grasp the bottle as he drained it with an animalistic snarl. Sephiroth was surprised at how quickly the bottle was drained before he exchanged it for another bottle.
After a half a dozen bottles were drained, awareness replaced te animalistic instinct in those red eyes before pure self loathing appeared on his face. There was a soft sob before Abel buried his face in his hands, trying to hide from Sephiroth.
“Sorry.... a monster...” he gasped through muffled sobs. “Must hate me...”
Tightening his grip on Abel’s hair, Sephiroth glared at him. “You do not tell me what I must hate. You do not order me around. You are a friend and advisor but not a superior. I am not someone who will turn from you or release you because your sister demands it.”
Hauling Abel out of the chair, Sephiroth wrapped his arms around hm, one hand spread across the militaristic tattoo on Abel’s lower back. “You are completely mine. Body, soul, and mind. There will not be any other markings on your body that I do not place on it myself. Most here will assume you are nothing more than a fancy of mine and useless, not seeing your true potential.”
He curled his arms around Abel, holding him close. “You will be my hidden weapon against those that would be our enemies. If you insist on being a monster, then you are my monster. I hold your leash, and nothing will release my grip.”
“Hollow promises and pretty words,”Abel sighed into his neck. Sephiroth could feel the changes as Abel resumed his usual form. His skin grew warmer, and the faint prickling of static faded as that wealth of silver hair fell around his legs again. Abel pulled back far enough to smile at him, fragile as cracked glass. “But nice to hear.”
He slid out of Sephiroth’s arms and resumed his seat at the table, digging back into his food. Sephiroth could only stare at his back in disbelief. Did Abel truly believe that Sephiroth was only offering lip service to make him feel comforted? He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again as he took in the slight slump of those shoulders that hadn’t been there previously. Words had been offered to Abel time and again by people unwilling or unable to keep their promises. If he wanted to prove he meant what he said, then Sephiroth was going to have to show Abel through his actions.