Title: Battle
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pair: Sephiroth/Angeal
Wordcount: 968
They had gotten through the battle, and Sephiroth stalked through camp, wanting to maim something or someone. They had won, but it had been a hard fight, and things were only finally starting to settle. That didn’t mean -Sephiroth- was settling, though. He was still full of that nervous, twitchy energy he got when he got into a big fight, with so many possibilities and no way of seeing how it would end.
This time it ended well, but because it did meant that he hadn’t worn out all of his energy. He -burned-, blood running Mako hot and everything gleamed to his burning eyes.
“Hey.”
And that was a familiar voice he wasn’t expecting to hear. Turning, he blinked a bit stupidly at Angeal, who...wasn’t supposed to be here. At all. “What are you doing here?”
Angeal snorted at him. “Some welcome that is. I got done with my mission, so here I am.” He looked at Sephiroth. “Genesis on a mission?”
A nod. “Yesterday morning.” Sephiroth moved closer, almost stalking as he circled around Angeal. “Come on. You can drop your gear off in my tent.” He didn’t even wait for his friend to answer, simply heading that way. It was good to hear Angeal right behind him. Once they were back in the tent, Sephiroth just dropped his sword on the bed. Rarely did he ever treat Masamune with such disrespect, but if he held onto it for much longer, he was going to react wrong and hurt one of his own people. And given that Angeal was the closest one at the moment, it wasn’t a risk he was going to chance. While Angeal could hold his own, Sephiroth was running on Mako-burn, and it just made everything else seem to slow down.
The Buster was set down as well, with a greater care than Masamune, but Sephiroth could feel Angeal’s eyes on him as the man let the rest of the gear he had taken for the week long mission hit the ground. “Your eyes are bright.”
Well, that explained the burn in them. Turning, Sephiroth grabbed the front of Angeal’s shirt and pulled him down hard, kissing him. When he let go, he could taste blood. Purring, he gave Angeal a hungry look, and then smiled. “Let’s spar. Just fists.” Didn’t want to hold a sharp instrument. And he knew Angeal preferred to fight with his hands anyway.
What he wanted must have been easy enough to see. If Genesis had been here, Sephiroth would have gone after his friend with his sword and they would have fought until one or the other was ready to drop. With Angeal, though, well, Sephiroth had different ways of dealing with the excess of energy he had here.
Once Angeal agreed, Sephiroth walked out, let one of the others know where he and Angeal were off to, and left camp. Angeal was right behind him. It was nice, having him there, and Sephiroth managed to keep his hands to himself until they were outside the camp. Then he turn and swung. Something Angeal was apparently expecting, because his wrist was caught and Angeal twisted, using his own weigh to throw Sephiroth. The younger teen grunted as he hit the ground, and then rolled to his feet, Angeal heading right for him. With a grin, Sephiroth turn and ran, leading the man on a chase, his friend instantly following.
The pair of them slammed each other through trees and bushes, and Sephiroth was sure he broke at least a few rocks with a kick or a punch, maybe even one with Angeal’s back. Not that Angeal was any slouch at returning the hits, and he knew that both of them would be wearing some pretty spectacular bruises once they stopped.
Then he bit Angeal.
Oh, that got a response as Angeal slammed him into a tree again. Not hard enough to break, but hard enough to make Sephiroth grunt, and his friend pinned him there. Sephiroth struggled under that, arching and twisting and trying to get out from under Angeal as the man pinned him tighter, hand moving to fist in Sephiroth’s hair. “Damnit, Sephiroth....” It was a growl, and Angeal looked at his arm, the skin broken and bleeding from a perfect set of teethmarks on his arm. Another struggle, and Sephiroth grunted as Angeal leaned harder into him.
He arched a bit, fingers clawing at Angeal’s sides. This was good and it was better when Angeal bit back, nipping hard at his lower lip. That was what Sephiroth was looking for and he fought back. Bracing a foot against the tree, he shoved, taking his friend by surprise. Angeal stumbled back and Sephiroth landed on him, scrambling to return the favor of pinning him. Once Angeal was down, Sephiroth ground against him. It was nice to feel Angeal rock back up against him, as turned on by the fight as Sephiroth.
There was more rolling, punches being slammed into sides and at least once, Angeal slammed his forehead into Sephiroth’s face. In the end, though, Sephiroth was on top, panting and sticky, with Angeal breathing just as hard. Feeling the ache of bruises and the burn of scraps, he let his head fall forward and rest on the dark haired man.
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re back.”
A faint, rumbling chuckle. “So I feel,” Angeal said. “Bad day?”
“Getting better.”
The hand that brushed over his hand was light, but he could still feel the pain from when Angeal had yanked hard on it.
With a purr, Sephiroth rested his aching head against Angeal. Just needed a bit to feel like he could walk. Then they could head back.
Right now, he was just going to lay here and enjoy the ache.
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artimusdinPrompt: Rough Sex for
kink_bingoFandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pair: Sephiroth/Angeal
Wordcount: 968
They had gotten through the battle, and Sephiroth stalked through camp, wanting to maim something or someone. They had won, but it had been a hard fight, and things were only finally starting to settle. That didn’t mean -Sephiroth- was settling, though. He was still full of that nervous, twitchy energy he got when he got into a big fight, with so many possibilities and no way of seeing how it would end.
This time it ended well, but because it did meant that he hadn’t worn out all of his energy. He -burned-, blood running Mako hot and everything gleamed to his burning eyes.
“Hey.”
And that was a familiar voice he wasn’t expecting to hear. Turning, he blinked a bit stupidly at Angeal, who...wasn’t supposed to be here. At all. “What are you doing here?”
Angeal snorted at him. “Some welcome that is. I got done with my mission, so here I am.” He looked at Sephiroth. “Genesis on a mission?”
A nod. “Yesterday morning.” Sephiroth moved closer, almost stalking as he circled around Angeal. “Come on. You can drop your gear off in my tent.” He didn’t even wait for his friend to answer, simply heading that way. It was good to hear Angeal right behind him. Once they were back in the tent, Sephiroth just dropped his sword on the bed. Rarely did he ever treat Masamune with such disrespect, but if he held onto it for much longer, he was going to react wrong and hurt one of his own people. And given that Angeal was the closest one at the moment, it wasn’t a risk he was going to chance. While Angeal could hold his own, Sephiroth was running on Mako-burn, and it just made everything else seem to slow down.
The Buster was set down as well, with a greater care than Masamune, but Sephiroth could feel Angeal’s eyes on him as the man let the rest of the gear he had taken for the week long mission hit the ground. “Your eyes are bright.”
Well, that explained the burn in them. Turning, Sephiroth grabbed the front of Angeal’s shirt and pulled him down hard, kissing him. When he let go, he could taste blood. Purring, he gave Angeal a hungry look, and then smiled. “Let’s spar. Just fists.” Didn’t want to hold a sharp instrument. And he knew Angeal preferred to fight with his hands anyway.
What he wanted must have been easy enough to see. If Genesis had been here, Sephiroth would have gone after his friend with his sword and they would have fought until one or the other was ready to drop. With Angeal, though, well, Sephiroth had different ways of dealing with the excess of energy he had here.
Once Angeal agreed, Sephiroth walked out, let one of the others know where he and Angeal were off to, and left camp. Angeal was right behind him. It was nice, having him there, and Sephiroth managed to keep his hands to himself until they were outside the camp. Then he turn and swung. Something Angeal was apparently expecting, because his wrist was caught and Angeal twisted, using his own weigh to throw Sephiroth. The younger teen grunted as he hit the ground, and then rolled to his feet, Angeal heading right for him. With a grin, Sephiroth turn and ran, leading the man on a chase, his friend instantly following.
The pair of them slammed each other through trees and bushes, and Sephiroth was sure he broke at least a few rocks with a kick or a punch, maybe even one with Angeal’s back. Not that Angeal was any slouch at returning the hits, and he knew that both of them would be wearing some pretty spectacular bruises once they stopped.
Then he bit Angeal.
Oh, that got a response as Angeal slammed him into a tree again. Not hard enough to break, but hard enough to make Sephiroth grunt, and his friend pinned him there. Sephiroth struggled under that, arching and twisting and trying to get out from under Angeal as the man pinned him tighter, hand moving to fist in Sephiroth’s hair. “Damnit, Sephiroth....” It was a growl, and Angeal looked at his arm, the skin broken and bleeding from a perfect set of teethmarks on his arm. Another struggle, and Sephiroth grunted as Angeal leaned harder into him.
He arched a bit, fingers clawing at Angeal’s sides. This was good and it was better when Angeal bit back, nipping hard at his lower lip. That was what Sephiroth was looking for and he fought back. Bracing a foot against the tree, he shoved, taking his friend by surprise. Angeal stumbled back and Sephiroth landed on him, scrambling to return the favor of pinning him. Once Angeal was down, Sephiroth ground against him. It was nice to feel Angeal rock back up against him, as turned on by the fight as Sephiroth.
There was more rolling, punches being slammed into sides and at least once, Angeal slammed his forehead into Sephiroth’s face. In the end, though, Sephiroth was on top, panting and sticky, with Angeal breathing just as hard. Feeling the ache of bruises and the burn of scraps, he let his head fall forward and rest on the dark haired man.
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re back.”
A faint, rumbling chuckle. “So I feel,” Angeal said. “Bad day?”
“Getting better.”
The hand that brushed over his hand was light, but he could still feel the pain from when Angeal had yanked hard on it.
With a purr, Sephiroth rested his aching head against Angeal. Just needed a bit to feel like he could walk. Then they could head back.
Right now, he was just going to lay here and enjoy the ache.