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Fuck.
Cloud's thoughts exactly as he looks down at the smirking one-winged man below him.
The man who had effortlessly skewered him with his long monster of a sword known as Masamune. Cloud can’t remember why he knows the name of the blade, only that for some reason he does.
He remembers Nibelheim, though, and the hatred burns in him bright and blinding. He also remembers Aerith, but for some mysterious reason she has reappeared and is now participating in fighting their common enemy, the insufferable SOLDIER 1st Class Sephiroth, gone mad and presumed dead. Although not dead enough to stay dead, it seems. Cloud is quite sure than the skewering onslaught he’s currently under wouldn’t feel as painful if Sephiroth was merely a formless ghostly spirit.
No, he must be alive.
Cloud yells in shock and pain as his body is hurled across air, his gut separated from the steel of Masamune. There is a quick flash of green and a merciful Curaga from Aerith.
“Thanks!” Cloud shouts out his gratitude and Aerith only giggles and shows him a thumbs up, jumping away from the path of some high-level spell Sephiroth hurls at her direction.
They have been going like this for a while already and Cloud is starting to feel the burn in his limbs. Not just this battle, but the weariness from the earlier battle with the Big Bulky Sephiroth is really starting to do him in despite having received some help.
But Zack’s gone, again.
“Cloud, here!” quips Aerith and throws him a Megalixir.
Ah. It feels better immediately.
“Rage, my weak little puppet,” mocks Sephiroth as Cloud and Aerith face him once more.
“Sephiroth!” Cloud screams because he doesn’t know what else to say. A 16-year old fanboy buried deep inside him tells him eagerly that he should be happy to be able to call out the name of his then-target-of-worship as many times as he wants now. And sometimes it's truly all he keeps on saying, Sephiroth, Sephiroth, Sephiroth.
Cloud promptly tells the voice to shut the fuck up.
But there is something strange in their battle this time. Cloud remembers the last time they fought after escaping Midgar. He remembers staggering Sephiroth to be able to land more efficient blows. And, since the twist of fate at destiny’s crossroads, he has been able to pressure enemies as well; a welcome addition to his battle strategy.
This fight, however, doesn’t seem to follow that logic. The more Cloud fights, the less Sephiroth seems to be pressurizing or staggering. He seems to be heating up.
Huh.
Cloud can smell a deviously lovely odor in the air instead. He might not remember much but he is quite sure this isn’t the odor of men’s locker rooms. Secretly he sniffs the air again and again, looking at Sephiroth and holding his sword, ready to jump, parry, dodge or roll. Or maybe attack.
His attacks just normally aren’t doing much since the other man keeps evaporating or turning into a weird robed half-dead existence whenever connecting with Cloud’s swords. It annoys the hell out of him.
He thinks there has to be a better way of defeating Sephiroth than mindless attacks but keeps going nonetheless, Aerith happily casting dual-spells next to him. But the more Cloud fights, the more he feels off and all the more Sephiroth looks like he’s definitely off. Whenever Cloud manages to land a good blow on the silver-haired leather-clad menace of a man, the said menace seems to release a whiff of a lovely body odor that's doing strange things to Cloud's focus. The weird feeling in his gut doesn’t really make sense to him at all.
What is happening to their enemy and why is it affecting Cloud so much? Hopefully Sephiroth isn’t thinking about sending him to another killing spree somewhere on Gaia. Cloud shudders at the memory.
Too focused on his musings, Cloud forgets to pay attention to his surroundings. In a flash of a second Sephiroth jumps up and comes crashing down, the blow knocking both Cloud and Aerith out for a while.
Such a fucking heartless angel, thinks Cloud, panting on the ground and trying to get up. Everything in his body hurts. Fuck. He quickly casts a Curaga and a green flash of magic washes over both Cloud and Aerith simultaneously.
It feels good and fresh, until it doesn’t.
“Aerith,” Cloud mumbles, sniffing the air like dog. “What’s happening?”
This must be some sort of a status effect spell, some unknown transformative dark magic. It’s ok, Cloud keeps thinking, scenting the air vigorously. He’s been a frog, too, and survived to tell the tale.
Aerith stops for a moment and takes a good look around. She narrows her eyes as he looks at Sephiroth…
… who actually hasn’t recovered from his recent attack and is now balancing on one knee, hunching on the ground with his single black wing fluttering mysteriously. She turns her attention to her companion, her best friend and closest confidante, Cloud.
Huh. Cloud doesn’t seem to be feeling that good, either. He’s panting profoundly and sweating.
“Cloud. Take a deep breath for me, okay?” she whispers.
Cloud does exactly that. However, he doesn’t have much time to do anything else when a sound echoes in the air.
A moan.
A deep, throaty moan in what is most clearly Sephiroth’s voice.
“Ahh,” Sephiroth moans again, slowly trying to get to his feet. His wing has disappeared.
Aerith stares at him with a confused expression. It’s not as if they don’t want to kick this man’s ass. No. They definitely want to defeat him.
It’s just… there is something else going on.
Aerith decides to listen to the cries of the Planet. Maybe She knows what’s going on.
In the meanwhile Cloud is doing the best to battle the ailment that Sephiroth has cursed him with, and Sephiroth himself is reduced to a writhing heated man-shaped mass on the ground of the whatever-space they’re currently in.
Suddenly Aerith gasps, her eyes going impossibly wide.
Oh. That would explain everything.
She smirks gleefully, a giddy sensation making itself known in her belly. She looks at Sephiroth, who is clearly suffering, and Cloud, who looks as bad and confused as hell.
Both of them seem to be under the same ailment, deducing from the bulges they both seem to have developed under their pants.
Yes. This is going to be fun.
“Hey guys. I have some news,” she chirps happily and waves her hand, trying to get the attention of the two men at various states of befuddlement.
Sephiroth glares at her murderously while Cloud looks at them both with a clear look of confusion.
Oh poor boy, he has no idea what destiny has in store for him. Aerith laughs silently.
“So,” she starts nonchalantly. “I was talking to the Planet just now. It seems that due to your timeline-meddling fate-changing intervention, Sephiroth, we have now ended up in a different hmm… realm, so to speak.” She silently thanks Sephiroth for his incomprehensible intervention because it actually meant she didn’t need to die this time. She is very much alive and kicking.
Sephiroth hisses but it comes out as a moan. He starts to open the buckles of his ridiculously complicated belt.
Cloud watches with a horrified yet keenly interested expression, probably not realizing he’s salivating and drooling.
“So. What I mean to say is that we’re in the omegaverse timeline now.”
“The what?” sputters Cloud, as if it comes as a surprise that nothing ever goes according to the plan when Sephiroth is involved.
“Omegaverse,” Aerith confirms helpfully. “I’m a natural beta and you’re an alpha, Cloud. Congratulations.”
Cloud only frowns but Sephiroth’s eyes blow wide, his lips forming a small ‘o’, as if he has suddenly realized something. He licks his lips and looks like a cat who has just caught a canary. Or chocobo.
Aerith grins. Yes, that comparison makes more sense, bears more resemblance.
“Sephiroth here, on the other hand, is an omega.” And now Aerith downright smirks. Oh, this is too precious. “It seems that the poor omega here is in heat, or so the Planet tells me. Sent spiraling into heat because of the presence of an omnipotent alpha. The only thing that can satisfy him now is an alpha cock.”
Cloud squeaks. What in the name of Bahamut is Aerith saying? His attacks didn’t pressure Sephiroth but sent him to heat? And, wait a second, what was the second part?
“Alpha what?”
“Alpha cock,” repeats Aerith helpfully. “Luckily we have an alpha here today as well,” she says smugly and cannot help but burst out in pearly laughter. Oh gods, this is the most hilarious thing she has ever witnessed. Suits the Calamity’s Son right, to be fucked out of his madness by his puppet.
Cloud visibly shrinks while Sephiroth starts to crawl towards the blond, his eyes alight with green fire of desire.
“Cloud,” he purrs and the sound goes directly to Cloud’s cock.
“A-alpha?” mumbles Cloud, clearly confused and Aerith decides to take pity on him.
“Yes, alpha. In this timeline you are an alpha, Cloud, which means that our sweet omega Sephiroth here is really quite desperate for your cock.”
Cloud looks at both Aerith and the approaching Sephiroth with his eyes widening in horror. Before he has any time to protest, a forceful sealing spell throws him onto the ground and Masamune is pointing towards his neck.
Sephiroth, it seems, has found enough strength to stand up and point his sword at Cloud, who feels like he’s going half-mad with the delicious scent emanating from Sephiroth’s body.
“What the Cetra is saying, puppet, is that I want you to fuck me,” Sephiroth hisses.
Cloud's eyes bulge as Masamune tears through his clothes and harness and leaves him half-naked, splayed on the ground of this whatever insane-verse they are currently in.
“Not interested,” he tries to sass but his body seems to have a mind of its own. Gosh, he wants nothing more than to rip the clothes off Sephiroth’s body and see the man naked.
What the actual fuck is going on here?
Oh wait, why does he suddenly have fangs?
"I'll... just leave you guys to it, okay?" notes Aerith blithely, waving her staff in an offhanded manner, sending out a burst of flowery ward magic that spreads on the ground and creates a beautiful pinkish flower bed for the alpha and the omega.
"Sorry I don't have any blankets, flowers will have to do, ok?" Then she starts to giggle. "They're, ah, forget-me-nots. Not, knot, get it?"
No, Cloud does not – knot? – get it.
Sephiroth growls and points Masamune at Aerith's small form. Cloud briefly thinks about jumping in to rescue her but he's having some difficulties controlling his half-naked form and Aerith doesn't look like she's that worried. Her shoulders are shaking from suppressed laughter as she blows a kiss at Sephiroth.
"I'm sure Cloud will give you a satisfying knot. Forget-me-knot," she smirks before turning around. "Unfortunately, boys, it's time for me to leave and find my way out of this maze of timelines."
Cloud stares at her with a feeling of impending doom, his nether regions singing a joyful tune of reunion. He’s pretty sure reunion didn’t feel like this before, though; more like a mentally delirious blanket of rot rather than a wave after wave of rolling pleasure and need to be buried inside Sephiroth.
The need to what?! thinks Cloud, alert and absolutely mortified.
Aerith disappears into a bubble of portal magic and Cloud slowly turns his attention to Sephiroth. Fuck. Why is he not wearing his coat anymore? Why is he half naked? He looks in morbid interest-horror as the other man tears his harness off him and promptly loses the pants, too.
Sephiroth. Is. Naked… and Cloud cannot think, assaulted by everything that is Sephiroth.
"Sephiroth," Cloud growls but it comes out as a nervous squeal. He doesn’t have time for anything else before Sephiroth pounces and Cloud finds himself being kissed dizzy by the other man.
He moans into the kiss – his first real kiss, he’s pretty sure of that. Sephiroth is on him like the force of nature that he is, tearing away his belts and pants and shoes until he’s naked and panting under the absurdly tall male.
“Cloud,” Sephiroth rumbles, biting his neck not too hard, but not gently either. “Alpha. Alone at last.”
Cloud whimpers as Sephiroth forcefully thrusts his hips down and oh holy sweet Shiva, that’s Sephiroth’s large cock right there, grinding against Cloud’s.
He bites his lips. Not the way he thought he’d lose his virginity.
Although you’ve always dreamt of losing it to him now, haven’t you?
But mysteriously his body knows exactly what to do. In a tangle of limbs and bumping teeth and biting kisses and cocks against each other, Cloud somehow ends up on his knees with Sephiroth insanely long legs wrapped around his tiny waist uncomfortably.
“Now, puppet, fuck me,” the silver-haired demon orders, growling and smirking, looking at Cloud with a mad glint in his eyes. Cloud is so out of his mind that he only briefly wonders why the other man feels like he’s burning up.
Without any conscious thoughts, completely driven by his instincts, he pushes inside Sephiroth and screams. Oh but wait, he’s pretty sure there isn’t supposed to be any kind of lubrication, but there is and it’s so fucking slicky and soft and tight and wet and hot. Cloud groans, his whole body trembling, and Sephiroth is not much better.
“Move, puppet, or I will separate your dick from your body by squeezing,” he howls and Cloud obeys, body instinctively knowing what to do. He pushes his cock deeper and deeper, until he pulls out and repeats the motion. Sephiroth's heels dig into his back and Cloud watches with big curious eyes as the other man's cock bounces against his absolutely ripped stomach, red and leaking and so fucking hot.
He almost comes right there and not only because he was a virgin about five minutes ago. Sephiroth moans, a deep throaty sound and after that it’s just flesh against flesh and lewd moans sounding in the air as Cloud fucks Sephiroth in earnest, the other man all but begging for it. Sephiroth smells wonderful, feels amazing around his cock and it really doesn’t take much time at all until Cloud is feeling himself getting closer, pulled into the insane cacophony of pleasure by Sephiroth.
But then something weird happens. The base of his cock starts tingling and swelling and Cloud’s eyes blow wide. He looks down at Sephiroth who looks utterly debauched, hot and sweaty and beautiful.
"What the fuck is happening?" he yells, unknown ecstasy running through his veins like a fucking fiery shadow flare from Sephiroth himself. The older man, naked and controlling and oh-so-fucking-amazing feeling, only smirks at him, his face flushed and sweaty, his body heating up once more.
"That's your knot, puppet," he purrs and Cloud moans, assaulted by a hefty wave of scenty pheromones of the most dangerous sort.
"My what?" he grounds out, half-blissed out. "My... not? What's not? It’s definitely there, I can feel it!"
"Knot, you imbecile!" Sephiroth growls and pulls his hips closer until they are flushed together in the most intimate of ways. "Now, knot me, puppet."
Cloud has no control over his body anymore. Sephiroth keeps taking what he needs, squeezing around him, pulling him deeper into his body and the never-ending crash course to endless pleasure. It's difficult to think, to keep his eyes open, to breathe.
"Fuck!" He yells, the weird what-the-fuck-not-knot digging into Sephiroth whose rim gives in slowly, creating the most intense feeling of pleasure Cloud has ever known. Well, he hasn't known anything at all, really. Giving Tifa a peck and holding hands with Aerith cannot compare to the sexual tornado of Sephiroth in heat. And gods, why does the man smell so amazingly good?
Sephiroth groans, a deep masculine sound, and strokes his own dick with his hands erratically, fucking himself shamelessly on Cloud's still hard cock. He comes, absolutely bursts, body spasming and twitching, his legs squeezing Cloud too hard, his seed landing all over his own stomach.
What the fuck, really.
Those are the last thoughts before Cloud orgasms, his cock jolting deep within Sephiroth's body, releasing a stream after stream of cum inside the older male's body, his nails digging into Sephiroth's hips. Cloud shouts and for some reason he feels an inexplicable urge to bite Sephiroth in the neck.
“Ahh, breed me puppet, breed me,” pants Sephiroth, completely out of his mind now.
“But you’re a man, Sephiroth!” screeches Cloud with a horrified expression, his hips grinding mercilessly on their own volition against Sephiroth’s ass, feeding his knot to the other. Once fully in place, Cloud is amazed and slightly worried to find out that they are locked together. Pretty tightly, actually.
"It seems that you've speared me real good this time, too," mumbles Sephiroth, his body flushed pink and Cloud bleats pitifully. What does he mean by ‘this time, too’? It sounds like something Cloud should probably remember.
Maybe a training incident during his time as a 1st Class Soldier?
He tries to move but is stopped by Sephiroth, who is somehow still half-coherent. The taller male uses his strength to easily maneuver them into another position, ending up straddling Cloud gleefully with the knot still fully in place.
Shit, he's heavy and so fucking tall.
But all rational thought leaves Cloud's body when Sephiroth leans forward, his hair forming a silver curtain around them. He watches with wide eyes as the lips of the silver-haired man get closer to his face, inwardly readying himself for a kiss. Sephiroth grins at him, his cheeks dusty pink, and there is something insane and dangerous to the expression.
Then he's onto Cloud's neck and bites down, hard enough to draw blood. Cloud shrieks and feels a jolt of electricity run from the bite to all parts of his body. His still hard cock seems to be especially pleased at the turn of events. Confused, Cloud cannot think before he latches on Sephiroth's neck in turn, finding a delectably wonderful-smelling spot there. The scent drives him mad, roses and vanilla and the fucking forget-me-nots and, without any further ado, he sinks his fangs in.
Sephiroth's strong and large body shudders on top of him and fuck he's so heavy, and then something unexpected happens. The continuous presence of Sephiroth inside his mind, the plaguing force of purple miasma that has been poisoning his heart and mind during all these weeks, suddenly snaps away.
Sephiroth shrieks, his eyes turning wild.
"No!" He screams desperately and Cloud briefly wonders what the fuck is going on. He gasps when the nasty presence in his mind is replaced with another overarching sensation. It’s Sephiroth again, but this time not only in his head but in his veins and his heart and all around his body, singing a song of eternal bond and love and mate and breed.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” Cloud says and grits his teeth, staring at Sephiroth with a look of accusation.
But suddenly everything about Sephiroth relaxes, his face softening into a meek and oddly submissive expression. He stares at Cloud with a look of wonder in his eyes. It’s like… all the madness has finally bled out of him.
“Alpha,” Sephiroth murmurs and leans in to kiss Cloud desperately. Cloud doesn’t know what to say or do so he kisses back and to his great surprise, it feels so good and wonderful.
“My everything,” Sephiroth continues and immediately falls asleep on top of Cloud, their bodies still tightly interlocked.
Fucking heavy, is the last thought on Cloud’s mind until he, too, drifts off to sleep, his hands embracing the other man’s back, sweaty and sticky hair all over them.
He dreams of Sephiroth with a top knot.
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“Reunion… When the worlds merge. Indeed,” giggles Aerith from her spot somewhere in another timeline but with a good front-view on the happenings in Cloud’s timeline. Oh, those boys are so horny, she thinks and smiles widely.
The show has been excellent and she secretly files all the material away into her spank bank.
“Bet you didn’t think about that kind of reunion, now did you, Sephiroth?” she asks, particularly from no one, humming happily.
She takes one more look at the two men locked in a deep embrace, mating marks on their necks and, by the way they are moving against each other, they seem to be ready to go again.
It’s probably better for her to leave now.
Gaia has been saved. Sephiroth has been pacified and domesticated. Mated.
She grins as the Planet tells her that an alpha mating bite has purged Sephiroth from Jenova, leaving him happily at his alpha’s – Cloud’s – mercy. A tidbit of information Sephiroth hadn't been aware of.
But Cloud doesn’t seem to mind, she thinks as a high-pitched moan reaches her ears.
She blushes.
There is another sound, deeper and more desperate this time. Oh, it seems that Sephiroth definitely doesn’t seem to mind.
She was right all along. He didn’t really want an eternity of loneliness. And while not all sins could be forgiven, maybe there is some space for something like a half-redemption. He is Cloud’s mate after all.
Cloud’s little omega puppet.
But since this form of Sephiroth is only a specter, they need to continue their quest to find the real body of the man and to see how they can resurrect him. They wouldn’t want to deprive Cloud if his mate.
Aerith snickers and this time really leaving the omegaverse timeline behind. Oh, those silly lads.
The Planet tells her than omegas in heat might take anything from three day to full two weeks to be done with their heats, and since Aerith doesn’t know how long it will take for Sephiroth, she just vows to send torrents of abundant healing rain of snacks and water to Sephiroth and Cloud’s nest whenever needed.
Happy to have gotten the job well done, Aerith creates a portal in the air and promptly disappears into it. Better to look for the rest of the party. They are surely worried not only about Cloud, but of her as well.
She needs to tell them that she’s got everything under control.
And, she might snatch Zack with her back on the way; he’ll make a perfect wedding gift to the newly-mated pair.
Yes. It’s all going according to the plan.