Crossover: Final Fantasy VII/Trinity Blood Sephiroth/Abel broken
Abel still remembered when Sephiroth had come to join them. Cloud had been only a year old then, and didn’t remember the arrival of the second of his two pets (much less the first, who had been presented to him on the day he was born).
He had never before seen anyone who had looked as broken as the ten-year-old, feline eyes empty and blank as he stared at the golden-haired baby who was to become his King and the other silver-haired child who stood quietly beside the throne. That impression was only reinforced in the following month as they had interacted, and he had gotten the chance to speak with the quiet youth more. Or rather, speak at him – he rarely spoke unless he was asked a direct question, and even then provided only as much information as was absolutely necessary.
Even now Abel didn’t exactly remember when it was that Sephiroth had started to open up to them. And it was just them, just Abel and little Cloud when the nurses were away, at least at first. He’d started to talk, and Abel had proved that he could be trusted, and who couldn’t trust the then-Prince when he was so innocent?
He did, however, remember the first time that he hadn’t looked quite so…broken. It had been the first time that Abel had kissed him, when they lay in their bed next to where Cloud slept deeply, curled around each other. He’d combed his fingers through Sephiroth’s hair, and they were breathing each other’s breaths, and it hadn’t taken much to lean forward the last few inches and bring them together…
After that, Sephiroth had always seemed a little more solid, as if Abel had managed to fill in the cracks.
It helped when, less than a year later, they had sex for the first time.
Abel let Sephiroth top him, if only because he was the only one of the two of them that had any idea of how full-on sex worked. But laying back against the pillows and cushions, with Sephiroth cradled between his legs, he knew that it didn’t matter who topped whom. This was all about being even closer to each other than they’d been able to manage before. He’d reached up to pull Sephiroth down to kiss him, and pulled him deeper into his body, arching back against the sculpted body of the warrior as a hesitant hand reached between them to curl around his cock.
When they’d done it next, this time with Cloud’s wide, fascinated eyes upon them, Sephiroth had nervously – well, nervously for him – lain back and allowed Abel control over the whole thing. At the moment of orgasm, he finally saw that terrible brokenness fade away, replaced by a touch of fear, wonder, and distant, scared hope.
The brokenness was long gone now, but he still liked looking into those feline eyes to watch as he came, mouth soundlessly shaping Abel’s name, to see how wonderfully whole they still were.