raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-08 17:50:00 |
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Limit Shattered, FFVII (Zack/Sephiroth)
Title: Limit Shattered
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: R
Warnings: Character death
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII - Zack/Sephiroth - Xeno - Always had to be different
Word count: 883
Summary: Getting Sephiroth angry has far-reaching consequences.
Author's Notes: Dragon!Seph is addictive. Also, I like wings.
His commander tried to bite him when he pulled the sheet back, but when Zack laughed he subsided with an unfocused grumble. Sephiroth lay back against the bed, his clawed and scale-skinned feet dangling off the end until Zack brought over a chair to rest them on and give the taller man room to stretch.
He needed it, too - he'd always been tall, but now Sephiroth was past seven feet and still growing, shedding skin from his scaled parts at an almost frantic pace. Zack sat by him and scratched at a patch of peeling skin on the man's arm, and Sephiroth rumbled gratefully though he still didn't look at Zack directly; from how far his pupils were dilated, the man was likely having trouble seeing three inches in front of his face. Zack sighed and passed a hand over his arm again, feeling rough pebbly scales give way to smooth skin under his fingers as he traced a path up his General's arm.
"Gotta hand it to you, boss," he said, as Sephiroth grumbled wordlessly in a voice too deep to be entirely human. "When you lose it, you go all the way."
Sephiroth told him once that he'd never broken a Limit in his life. "I've never been that angry," he'd said, and left it at that no matter how Zack wheedled.
Ah, but Professor Hojo could push Sephiroth's buttons like no one else, couldn't he? In the end, it hadn't been for his own sake, or Zack's, but for a nameless trooper that Sephiroth finally lost his legendary reserve and immolated himself in the internal fires of his own power.
And what power! What emerged from that hot flare of rage was a green and silver dragon more impressive than any Zack had ever seen, and he'd fought his share of the beasts. He was big enough to make most houses look small, with a sleekness that belied his size and scale-feathered wings expansive enough to bear him in flight. Sephiroth had wasted no time in practicing with his new form, though - he'd leapt, quick as lightning, and just like that Hojo dangled dead from his jaws. Another snap of those silver teeth swallowed the man whole, and Sephiroth the dragon roared his triumph to the skies as one massive claw clutched the golden treasure he'd stolen back from the late Professor.
Long hours passed before the Limit wore off, during which time the dragon held Cloud firmly in his claws and refused to let anyone else near. Finally, as the dim day of Midgar gave way to vivid night, the dragon's form collapsed, leaving only Sephiroth to curl around Cloud's trembling body. Zack had let the doctors (under the watchful eyes of his fellow Soldiers) take charge of Cloud, dehydrated and Mako-sick and still suffering from the newness of the pale wings Hojo had grafted onto his back; but Sephiroth was his responsibility, and he himself bore the unconscious General away from the broken labs.
He'd been so worried that he didn't even notice until he got Sephiroth back to his room that the dragon hadn't relinquished its grip on the general entirely.
Zack thought that the growth was slowing down a bit, the Limit-dragon satisfied with the changes it had wrought in its host at last. The patches of scales had roamed up past elbows and knees and striped up his back to surround his throat in a tough yoke. Vestigial wings, perhaps two handspans in length, made it uncomfortable for Sephiroth to rest on his back anymore, and two bony ridges had sprouted over his skull to nearly meet between his brows. His pupils were beginning to relax, the cat's eye slits seeming only natural against the General's more recent changes, even if the third eyelid was a surprise.
He was still out of it, enough that Zack could stroke his hair without worrying about being snapped at (literally, he thought, and couldn't stifle a near-hysterical grin). The ridges on the General's skull provided a rough counterpoint to the soft silk of his hair. Zack traced over them, learning their shape and contours, and Sephiroth purred a quiet, harsh purr and leaned into his hand. "Hey, boss," Zack murmured. "Back with me?"
The look Sephiroth shot him was more focused than anything he'd been capable of since his transformation, grumpy and impatient and so familiar that Zack's heart ached. It only lasted a moment before Sephiroth's eyelids slid closed and his chin dropped, and Zack pulled Sephiroth close without half realizing it. The older man's head rested heavily on Zack's shoulder, his breath almost scorching against his neck - then sharp teeth closed over the web of muscle between neck and shoulder and Zack gasped and straightened.
Only so far and no farther - Zack wasn't sure if that was due to self-control or simple fatigue. "Am I yours too? Me and Cloud?" he asked, trying to make a joke out of it.
"Yes," Sephiroth answered against his skin, and drooped. Zack held his General up against him, and made a mental note to get him to say that again, some time when he was more awake. Even if it got him bitten.
Especially if it got him bitten. Sephiroth never did anything by halves.