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"We have to get out of the water," Sephiroth tried not to laugh. He wanted Cloud as badly as Cloud wanted him, but unless Cloud could let go... No, he didn't have to. Sephiroth shifted his hands so he could pick Cloud up and carry him from the water.

Bright blue eyes shone in the darkness. "My Angel."

Sephiroth kicked his clothes off the blanket and lay Cloud down, oblivious to the thunder in the distance.

Sephiroth smiled as he looked at Cloud, who was staring curiously back up at him. He pressed himself tight to the warm body beneath him, shifting his hips slightly so their arousals rubbed against each other.

Cloud moaned loudly at the contact before letting his mouth be pulled into a deep kiss. His tongue met Sephiroth's in a battle for dominance he quickly realized he'd enjoy losing.

Sephiroth broke the kiss only to venture lower, trailing light kisses across Cloud's cheek and down the right side of his neck. He was still rocking his body slightly, trying to get more friction.

By the time Sephiroth had left a mark on Cloud's neck that was bound to stay a few days despite his enhanced healing abilities, Cloud was moaning and swearing in an effort to beg for more.

Sephiroth slid himself downward, letting his stomach muscles tease Cloud's erection as he captured one of Cloud's nipples in his mouth. He circled it with his tongue several times before nipping lightly with his teeth. Cloud moaned and arched beneath Sephiroth as Sephiroth rubbed Cloud's other nipple with the hand that wasn't reaching down between them.

Sephiroth ran that hand lower, along Cloud's thighs and up his hips, purposely avoiding Cloud's erection as he moved his body from Cloud's reach.

Letting both nipples go, he licked and kissed slowly down Cloud's stomach, tracing lines with his tongue along the muscles that weren't there a decade ago. He arched back more, up onto his knees so he wasn't touching Cloud expect with his tongue, damp hair, and one questing hand that was now spreading strong thighs.

Cloud moaned in need as Sephiroth moved his body between Cloud's legs. He pulled his hands away so he could support himself as he gently licked the length of Cloud's arousal.

Sephiroth took the following gasp as instruction to continue. He caught the tip in his mouth and swallowed the few drops of pre-come that had gathered.

Cloud tried to thrust up into Sephiroth's mouth, but he was stopped by a strong hand on his hip.

"Stay right there." Sephiroth whispered, leaning over to dig for something amongst his clothing. After fumbling to discern which part of his pants was out, he found what he was looking for.

Silver hair trailed along Cloud's thighs as Sephiroth returned his mouth to Cloud's arousal. He glanced up as he again licked the tip. Blue eyes were doing their best to watch him, but as Sephiroth took more and more into his mouth, Cloud's eyes narrowed until they finally closed in ecstasy. He arched his body again, throwing his head back and moaning.

As efficiently as he could, Sephiroth squeezed some of the body-warmed lube onto his fingers and traced between Cloud's legs, parting them further. Cloud didn't even protest when his arousal was released for a second to the cooling night air, instead reveling in the sensation as Sephiroth nipped carefully at the head before taking it again in his mouth. At the same time, Sephiroth slipped a slick finger inside Cloud, earning both a gasp and a moan.

Sephiroth moaned around Cloud's erection. He didn't think he'd ever been so aroused, yet did nothing to alleviate it as he savored the feeling of Cloud's warm body. All his.

He slipped in another finger after a moment, searching his mind for a second to remember exactly where to touch Cloud. He was more than pleased when a slight shift with his fingers made Cloud cry out both of his names. Sephiroth teased that spot the best he could as Cloud writhed beneath him. Giving Cloud's arousal one last light nip, Sephiroth shifted his position to carefully slick his own erection while still pleasuring Cloud.

"Angel!" It was a tone Sephiroth wasn't expecting to hear.

"Cloud?" He pulled his fingers free and leaned over Cloud. "What is it?"

"I want to touch you too. Please..."

Sephiroth smiled, kissing Cloud quickly. "I need you now. You can touch me all you want later."

That seemed to satisfy Cloud who suggestively thrust up against Sephiroth's body. Sephiroth gave a lust-filled grin before positioning himself to enter Cloud.

Bright blue eyes were watching him, and he met them for a second before reaching down to guide himself into Cloud's body.

Both of them cried out in something more than joining. They cried out chasing away ten years of hell, madness and loneliness.

"Angel," Cloud moaned, reaching out to pull Sephiroth to him. "Sephiroth. Oh!"

He met Sephiroth's slow thrusts the best he could, slipping slightly on the blanket.

Sephiroth shifted so he could kiss lips that parted in need for him. The slight angle change left Cloud panting between kisses as Sephiroth moved slowly in and out of him.

But Sephiroth wasn't going to savor the moment for long. He was desperately close to orgasm and he didn't think he even wanted to hold back. He pulled back from Cloud's grip so he was resting on his calves with Cloud spread before him.

This, thought Sephiroth, was guaranteed to send Cloud over the edge first. One of his hands grabbed a hip as the other wound around Cloud's arousal, moving against his hard thrusts.

Cloud was sure he was crying out something cohesive, intelligible, something about dying and rebirth as he felt himself touched perfectly, explicitly on all sides.

Locks of silver hair swung rhythmically with Sephiroth's movements, speeding up as the body beneath him began to jerk and move neither with him nor against him.

"Angel!" Cloud called, letting the pleasure get the best of him. He came over Sephiroth's hand and his own stomach.

Sephiroth watched in fascination as Cloud reached his completion. There was no hesitation, no self-consciousness in Cloud's release. Blue eyes were closed as their owner gasped for air and cried with satisfaction.

Cloud arched again, trying to ride the orgasm as long he could, his body still spasming. Between the sight and the feeling of Cloud's body in throes of ecstasy, Sephiroth couldn't not keep quickly thrusting, dropping to envelop Cloud in a tight embrace as he came into Cloud's warm body.

"Cloud." It was quiet, almost whispered, as Sephiroth thrust a final few times before laying still, panting.

"Mmm. Seph?" Cloud wrapped his arms around Sephiroth for a moment before letting go.

Sephiroth propped himself on his elbows and gazed intently into Cloud's eyes. Cloud was looking back, falling hazily into Mako green.

There was another rumble of thunder and the sky lit up with a flicker of lightning.

"We should head back," Sephiroth said, leaning to kiss the mark he'd left on Cloud's neck.

"I'm not letting go," Cloud said quickly, wrapping his arms back around Sephiroth and lacing his fingers together.

They lay in silence for another few minutes, kissing intently, until the first few drops of rain became a downpour.

Pretty yawned, sipping her drink. The restaurant was closed, and only she sat at the bar as Rae finished washing the last few glasses.

"Good thing you pulled the bike under when you did," Rae said, holding a glass up to the light.

"I know. I am so not going out there til it stops, either," Pretty replied. "As curious as I am about what's going on at home..."

"You need to tell me more about all of that, you know," Rae said. "You've been doing your best to avoid telling me exactly why Angel was holding that man's hand!"

"They seem to like each other," Pretty said. She'd worked out a simple enough story to keep straight. "It's funny, because I thought Cloud and Tifa were... together. But ever since we all got back to the resort this morning, Angel and Cloud have been inseparable. It's kinda sweet, you know, to find someone you just hit it off with..."

She gazed off wistfully across the room, watching lightning illuminate Mideel through the front windows.

"So what's with the other guy. Vincent?" Rae was fastidiously cleaning another glass. "Is he with anyone?"

Pretty almost fell off her chair. "Rae! Are you saying I should...?"

She shook her head. "I've told you a million times that I don't want to get involved until I'm older... maybe when I know who I am."

Rae sighed and deposited the glass with its brethren underneath the bar. Her blonde hair had long since been let loose to hang over her shoulders and it some of it spilled onto the top of the bar when she leaned over to look Pretty straight in the face.

"Angel seems to be seizing the moment. You should too."

Pretty smiled, leaning back and stretching. "I'll think it over. I don't even know if he likes girls."

"Good point," Rae replied, walking back to the sink. "Which makes me think... I never knew that Angel liked the boys."

Pretty shrugged. "Maybe it's just Cloud."

Rae smiled before grabbing a cleaning towel. "So... how long did you say they were staying for?"

"A week."

"A week... Hmmm. Not much time you know..."

"I know." Fingers traced over the spot where her leg was scarring. "But I don't think this'll be the last time they visit."

By the time they made it back to the house they were both soaked, but neither Sephiroth nor Cloud cared. Sephiroth had managed to pull his pants on, but Cloud was wrapped only in the blanket as they sprinted the last couple yards to the back porch.

The light was on in the kitchen, but neither man noticed Vincent sitting at the table until he cleared his throat. "I thought I'd have to send out a search party."

Cloud blushed, clutching the blanket tightly to himself.

"We're perfectly fine," Sephiroth said, depositing the armload of damp clothes he was holding into the sink.

"I'm sure the search party would have gotten a show as well."

"I'm sure they would have." Green eyes sparkled as lightning flashed outside. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Angel, Vincent, I'm going to go find some dry clothing," Cloud said, waving the best he could while holding the blanket as he exited down the hallway.

"I like storms. They make me feel alive again," Vincent said. A couple pages of paper and a pen sat on the table beside him. Sephiroth wondered just what the dark-haired man was working on, but left it alone the second Vincent spoke again. "What's Cloud so nervous about?"

Sephiroth looked questioningly at Vincent, curious just where that had come from. "What do you mean?"

"Well... Angel... Why don't you find some dry clothing and come back. I have a few more things to talk to you about." Vincent looked sadly at the table, not meeting the other man's gaze.

"I don't like this," Sephiroth said, stepping across the kitchen. "But I'll listen."

He opened a pantry door to reveal narrow stairs.

"Stairs?"

"Servant's stairs, from when the house was built. They go both up and downstairs. Didn't you wonder how Pretty snuck off to get her materia this morning?"

"Momentarily."

Sephiroth smiled as he walked down to the basement, wondering if Pretty was still babbling to Rae about her adventures.

Cloud hung the damp blanket in the shower and rummaged through Sephiroth's drawers until he found a pair of sweatpants to put on. They were big on him, but had enough elastic to stay on his slim hips.

He lay down on the bed, replaying the last hour or so in his brain. He was sore and exhausted, but something plagued his mind suddenly. He'd been with Sephiroth for nearly every second of the day. And when he wasn't with Sephiroth, he knew the man hadn't left the resort. So where did Sephiroth get lube? Did he have...?

Cloud's mind refused the possibility for as long as it could. Did Sephiroth have another lover?

Silver hair hung damply against Sephiroth's shoulders, despite his best efforts to keep it up in a towel, as he walked back up the stairs to the kitchen. He'd changed into something closely resembling a tracksuit, comfortable and non-restricting.

The first thing he noticed was that Vincent was making coffee, his letter turned upside-down and discarded to the far end of the table.

"This could be a long discussion," Vincent said, turning when he heard the stairway door click closed.

"Is it more horrible than the mass destruction I unleashed on the planet?" Sephiroth asked, dead serious.

Vincent paused. "Maybe."

Sephiroth sat down cautiously, accepting a cup of black coffee without speaking.

"Am I going to have to kill someone?" he asked when Vincent sat down beside him.

"Maybe."

Green eyes narrowed. "What. Is. That. Bad?"

"Angel... Sephiroth, I never thought I'd have to say this to you or I wouldn't have..." Vincent stopped, looking at his coffee and searching for words. "I spent decades repenting for having hurt you and I'm afraid I've done it again."

"Vincent?" Sephiroth reached a hand out to touch the other man's shoulder. "What ever it is... I promise I'll listen fairly. I'm not crazy anymore."

Vincent looked almost meekly into those green eyes. "Cloud and I... After Meteor, we were..." He paused again. "We were lovers, briefly."

Sephiroth's mouth opened, but nothing came out. He went through as many stages of anger and peace as he could in as many seconds, finally settling on trying to convince himself that it was acceptable that two of his favorite people had a relationship in his absence.

"Oh," he said, not letting his hand fall from Vincent's shoulder. "That's not so horrible. You were happy together, right?"

Red eyes looked incredulously at him. "You aren't upset?"

Sephiroth smiled. "You'd know if I was upset. Startled? Yes. Shocked? Yes. A little confused? Yes. But I wasn't there. I couldn't expect Cloud to spend his life alone."

"It really hurt him... Meteor. Afterwards, we were all staying in Kalm and I ended up sharing a room with him. By the second night, he was sleeping in my bed, just sleeping. I think we were taking advantage of each other when we first started..." Vincent looked away. "How am I supposed to tell you this?"

"Just tell me." Sephiroth scooted his chair closer so he could reach his other hand to touch Vincent's face. "I care about you too. You, Cloud and Pretty are my only family. I don't think I can be too upset with you."

"You aren't mad I touched him? That I defiled him with this body?" Vincent moved his claw slightly, making a face as he did so. "I had no right."

"You had every right. I don't own him. I was dead as far as any of you knew. I'm happy that you found at least some joy with each other and that..." Sephiroth paused, bringing his hands back to his coffee mug. "There's nothing wrong with your body, except that you don't appreciate it."

Sephiroth shook the towel from his head to the floor, letting silver hair pour down his back and over his shoulders.

"You'll find someone." He winked. "Besides, if Cloud chose you after being with me, you must be really special."

Vincent couldn't keep a small laugh from escaping. "You have an odd perspective on things, don't you?"

"It's either being a former god of mass destruction and mayhem or running a tourist resort. Each causes me to look at things in a new light."

"You sure you aren't upset?"

Sephiroth sighed. "Well, as long as Cloud can count past relationships without using his toes, I think I can handle it."

Another rare smile formed on Vincent's face. "You'll have to talk to him about that."

"Get some rest."

"I need to finish my letter. Is the post office the closest place with public fax service?" Vincent asked, grabbing again for his paper as Sephiroth stood up.

"Yes. And if you go without me, don't let Kei get talking. She won't stop." He set his coffee cup in the sink on top of the wet clothing. He was tired and willing to let someone else deal with things for once. He stepped over the towel he'd left on the floor and clicked open the hidden stairway door.

"Goodnight, Angel."

"Goodnight, Vincent." And Sephiroth disappeared up the servant's stairs as Vincent picked up his pen.

"I guess I can't expect him to have..." Cloud was sitting up in bed, wringing the blankets in his hands, wondering just how many lovers his angel currently had. He'd seen the way the natives had regarded the resort owner. Everyone's eyes were on him. "I mean, I..."

He looked up suddenly as the door pushed open. "Angel?"

"I thought you'd be asleep." Sephiroth looked at Cloud, mind playing with the idea of just how he would look being taken by another. He shook away the thought as he closed the bedroom door. "It's late. I'm exhausted."

"I... I just had, um, a question." Cloud blanched inwardly. He hadn't felt this nervous around Sephiroth since they'd met. Not even with during Meteor. But he didn't think he could handle getting his angel returned to him, only to find out he'd have to share.

"What is it?" Sephiroth asked, taking off his shirt and throwing it towards the closet.

" Well, I was just thinking, about earlier."

"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" Sephiroth paused with his pants around his knees. He didn't like the tone of Cloud's voice at all.

"No!" Cloud said quickly. "I was just curious how, um, why, um..."

"Cloud?" Pants were flung in the same direction as the shirt as Sephiroth climbed into bed.

"I never saw you leave at all but you had lube!" Cloud quickly spit out. "Why?"

Sephiroth almost burst out laughing at the half worried, half horrified look on Cloud's face. He quickly caught onto Cloud's line of thinking and wrapped his arms around Cloud. "Cloud, don't worry. Remember when Yuki came into the kitchen this morning?"

Cloud nodded as he buried his face into Sephiroth's chest.

"One of the first things he did was ask if that was Pretty heading towards town. She walked part way back to the airship you came on with Vincent and Cid. Between then and when she burst in on us in the parlor, she stopped at one of the many local drugstores and decided I should be well equipped."

Cloud looked up, relieved. "You're kidding."

"That's just Pretty. While you were getting ready for dinner she pulled me aside, slipped me the lube, and asked if she could have the motorcycle for the evening so she could sleep somewhere quiet," Sephiroth said, kissing the top of Cloud's head. "She's somewhere between two and twenty-four, but she surprises me every day."

"I still have a hard time thinking of you as having a sister," Cloud said turning off the light on the table beside him and pressing himself close to Sephiroth.

As soon as he was sure Cloud was asleep, Sephiroth kissed him again lightly before settling in himself.

"How long has it been?" Pretty asked, wiping blood from her old sword. Sephiroth sat beside her, carefully cleaning Masamune.

"Three weeks, four hours, and seven minutes."

"You're making that up." She had a small scratch on her hand, but nothing worth worrying about. She'd enjoyed fighting the small heard of Mako creatures, despite a flying one almost getting the jump on her.

"Am I?"

"I think I want Cloud to come back as almost as much as you do!" Pretty exclaimed, setting the sword beside her and laying back on the grass. "He's going to help me train the chocobos better, and work with me when my new sword gets here, and..."

"I know. You've told me at least four times a day, every day, for the last three weeks." Sephiroth smiled, sheathing his sword before laying back as well to look at the sky.

" Have you heard from him?"

"Not yet."

"He said he'd be back as quickly as the Highwind could bring him. You don't think something's happened in Nibelhiem, do you?" Pretty sat up quickly, looking over at her brother. "You don't think he's decided not to come back?"