Retrieval, Final Fantasy Seven (Seph/Zack)
Title: Retrieval Author: skeren Rating: Fully worksafe I believe Warnings: Seph is cockeyed Word count: 520 Prompt: Claiming - You're mine. You will -always- be mine, no matter what.
Mistakes were made. Lives were ruined. But in the end none of that really mattered. He had what was his. He had Zack.
His Zack.
The man would never belong to another. The man would never have someone more important to him. Nibelheim may have fallen, but he did not lose his Zack there. He had never lost his Zack, and no bit of fluff had the ability to whisk him away.
Here though, now, it was inconsequential to think such things. He had to recover him first. He had left him in safe keeping, or, at least, as such safe keeping got, but he had no way to get back to him at the moment.
Thus, he took advantage of what was already there, he pulled strings and twisted the edges of minds until he could move again without being able to move, be again without being able to be... then he went.
He knew that Zack wasn’t where he had been left, he was running, fleeing the safety of where his mother was.
Interception was no trouble at all, and if Zack looked surprised, it was no matter. The blond at his side did not move, but he felt the edges of strings that connected him now to so many, and he decided he had other priorities. Zack was such an other priority.
“Seph... You’re dead!” The tone wasn’t a threat, it was shock. That was certainly a nice change.
“No, I’m really rather not. Nor are you.” When he reached, the black haired man shied back. He did not approve, but he could understand. He followed. “You have no cause to run.”
“Like hell I don’t! Half of Shinra on my ass and the man who put it there right in front of me. Like that’s not at all creepy. Fucking yeah right Sephiroth. Just get back to wherever you came from, okay? You’ve already done enough.” The words trailed into an almost pleading note, but it was something he chose to ignore.
“No.” Hand moving forward, he caught the dark hair, longer now, by way of using the burden the man carried to give him a bit of advantage. “I came all this way to get you.”
“Me? Um. Well, you found me, and I’m awesome, see, so you can just let go now.”
Jittery tones now? He was making his Zack nervous? That wouldn’t do at all. Pulling harder, he dragged the man closer, shifting his body when the arm not on the fluff came between them to ward him away. That was hardly going to be a hindrance. He wanted to kiss him, so he did, ignoring the stiffness of body under his lips.
He would, eventually, calm down.
And he had patience for that, even if it did seem that he would have to bring the fluff along.
No matter, he would find a use for it eventually.
Deepening the kiss, he focused on that, using presence to pressure the man into compliance. Later, he would reassert the willingness.
For now, he had simply missed him, and he needed to appease that first.