Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys
Angeal looked down at himself, and frowned. A very big frown.
“Sephiroth,” he said bluntly, “why am I female?”
Rolling a materia absently in his fingers, Sephiroth’s eyes were focused intently on Angeal. “Because I found a rather interesting new materia.”
”So you decided to test it on me?”
Sephiroth shook his head, eyes gleaming oddly as he watched Angeal. The man was actually shorter than Sephiroth for once, and it was part of the experience he was enjoying. “Of course not. I tested it on Genesis first. He didn’t shrink like you did.”
The punch to the arm was expected. Still hurt, but Sephiroth merely tucked the materia away, keeping it away from Angeal’s hand as the dark haired man grabbed for it. Then he grabbed the hand, and pulled Angeal close. The other was distracted enough that he didn’t fight.
It was odd feeling Angeal against him like this. He was smaller, and there was a softness to him that Sephiroth had never felt before. More curves, more places to curl his hand and have it rest comfortable, as one was still curled tight around Angeal’s wrist. Dipping his head, Sephiroth kissed him, just as hard as he would when Angeal was male.
There was a half-struggle for a second, then Angeal just seemed to shrug, and kissed back. Slim fingers, so slim, curled around the center of Sephiroth’s harness, and yanked him down a little. Even when he was girl, it was going to be a fight on who topped between the pair of them.
Sephiroth purred, and then fight was on.
With the clothing vanishing as they struggled with each other, it was a very pleased and eager Sephiroth who had Angeal pressed against the wall. It had been a close fight, with Angeal adapting to his current form easily and using the flexibility it had to his advantage. But the fact it didn’t have his reach or strength let Sephiroth win this round. With a growling-purr, he pressed tight against Angeal, rubbing against the man. With a growl back, Angeal relaxed some, curling a leg around Sephiroth’s waist. That did calm a lot of the worries in the back of Sephiroth’s mind. He wanted to play with this, but if Angeal had seriously objected....
But the way Angeal moved against him, it didn’t seem like he was seriously going to object, and there was a curl to his lip that made Sephiroth proceed. He was a bit surprised by how damp Angeal was against him. Nothing like normal, and he felt a curl up his spine. One hand tight in Angeal’s hair, holding him still, Sephiroth slid the other down. Curling his fingers between Angeal’s legs, he explored some. That drew a low, throaty sound from Angeal as Sephiroth rubbed his fingers between them. That made Sephiroth pause, and he did it again, eyes intent.
Well, he would have to explore more. Later. Sliding his fingers into the dampness, he noted how things were situation. He had the basic education in female anatomy, but....this was different. This was Angeal, and Sephiroth wanted to make sure they both enjoyed this. Because he liked this, and wanted to play with it more.
He kept up the touches, dipping his head to nuzzle at Angeal, breathing in his scent and the changes between the normal and now. More subtle, but the bitter undertone that clung to all SOLDIERs was stronger, almost a taste rather than a scent, and it made things tighten low in Sephiroth’s belly.
After a bit of his careful exploring, Angeal growled and tightened his leg. “Sephrioth,” he growled out, grinding against Sephiroth’s hand.
Shivering, Sephiroth shifted, adjusting as best he could and pressed himself against Angeal. The damp made things much easier, and he pushed in. Groaning, he pressed his face against Angeal’s shoulder, hand that had been exploring curling around Angeal’s waist. Oh, yeah, this felt different all together, and he couldn’t help the roll of his hips, settling himself.
He kept up the little actions, still a little hesitant. At least until Angeal leaned in and bit him. Hard.