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Title: Abuse of Power
Characters: Cloud, Vincent, Angeal, Sephiroth, Zack, Turks + other cast members.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 752
Notes: Being one poorly-illustrated crack fic and something of a self-insert, inspired by this little conversation.
After the nail-painting, the hair-streaking, watching twohot pornos sappy chick flicks and the preordained pillow-fight in underwear, there wasn’t much else left to do.
“Want to turn in?” Tifa asked.
“No way!” Aeris rolled over onto her stomach. “What kind of slumber party would that be? There’s got to be something we can do.”
Yuffie hauled her bag over. “We could try this new materia I, uh, acquired. It’s a summon.”
Tifa peered into the red globe. “Which one?”
Yuffie shrugged. “Dunno. We’ll have to try it and see.”
“Can’t hurt too much, I guess,” Aeris said, “Give it a go, Yuf.”
“Okay!” Yuffie slid the material into a bangle and focused. The girls all closed their eyes, not knowing what to expect.
After a few minutes of tense silence, Aeris took a peek. “Did anything happen?”
Tifa looked around. “Doesn’t look that way.”
“Aw, man,” Yuffie whined. “I went through all that trouble to ste- uh, acquire this thing and it’s a dud? That sucks.”
Aeris shrugged. “Want to go raid the fridge then?”
“Might as well.”
*******
There really was nothing appropriate to say under the circumstances so Cloud settled for saying nothing. Instead, he busied himself gathering his clothes. From the jingles and rustles behind him, it seemed the other man was doing the same.
Cloud reached down into the dark and encountered a large swath of cloth. It was worn soft and threadbare with use and the color was vivid and unfaded, even in the poor light. Cloud held it out as far behind him as he could reach, clearing his throat slightly.
There was a pause before the cape slid from his fingers. “Thank you,” Vincent said. Cloud nodded, still not turning around. “For what it’s worth,” Vincent continued, “you’re quite good.”
*******
Try as she might, Elena could not tear her eyes away from the utterly insane perversion of a trainwreck before her. Little toy cats weren’t supposed to have the parts to do what that thing was doing, and that wasn’t even mentioning the mog. “Tuesti, you’re a sick man!”
“Hey,” Reeve protested, “I only built them.”
*******
As an ace pilot, trained extensively to withstand high velocities and g-force, Cid prided himself on an iron constitution, but goddammit if this situation didn’t make him want to fucking hurl. Correction: Fucking massacre something and then fucking hurl.
Across the room, struggling to get a sheet to go all the way around him, Palmer was turning several blotchy shades of red. “I’ll give you all the money you want for the space program if you don’t tell anyone about this!” he blurted.
Cid blinked. “Keep talking,” he said and reached for a smoke. Maybe this wasn’t all bad.
*******
“Hey!” Vernon Wilkes, Rocket Town resident, banged on the bathroom door. “Some of us have real emergencies, you know! Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in there, you silver-haired freaks!”
Unfortunately for Vernon, the only thing that came out of the bathroom was a series of giggles and one, “I wonder how big Niisan’s is.”
*******
Tseng came to a slow stop and took stock of the situation. The view was a little higher up than he was used to and his seat was rather uncomfortablein that Hurt So Good sense. He had an urge to neaten up, fix his cuffs, or straighten his tie, but since he wasn’t wearing his tie, that was clearly going to be a problem. Rude, sunglasses askew, couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Well,” Rufus breathed, looking up at Tseng from the executive chair, “much as I appreciate the show, guys, my desk isn’t the best place for that.” Rude grunted. “And Reno,” Rufus continued, glancing down, “you don’t have to keep doing that.”
Reno looked up from beneath the desk in between slurps. “Already here, Boss,” he said, with one slow lick. “Might as well finish the job.”
*******
“Heh heh.” Zack chuckled nervously as he looked at his superior officers, trying to sort himself out from the tangle of limbs. “How did this happen, Sir?”
“Hmph!” Angeal tried and failed to extricate himself from the younger men. “Feels like an Ardwynna Summon.” He stretched and shuddered to shake off the residual effects. “Compromising positions, damaged reputations, shattered pride and all that.”
Beneath them, with his face still half-buried in a pillow, Sephiroth made the low, patient growl of a jungle cat rearing back for the kill. “I have one question,” he said. “Whose dick is that in my ass?”
Characters: Cloud, Vincent, Angeal, Sephiroth, Zack, Turks + other cast members.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 752
Notes: Being one poorly-illustrated crack fic and something of a self-insert, inspired by this little conversation.
After the nail-painting, the hair-streaking, watching two
“Want to turn in?” Tifa asked.
“No way!” Aeris rolled over onto her stomach. “What kind of slumber party would that be? There’s got to be something we can do.”
Yuffie hauled her bag over. “We could try this new materia I, uh, acquired. It’s a summon.”
Tifa peered into the red globe. “Which one?”
Yuffie shrugged. “Dunno. We’ll have to try it and see.”
“Can’t hurt too much, I guess,” Aeris said, “Give it a go, Yuf.”
“Okay!” Yuffie slid the material into a bangle and focused. The girls all closed their eyes, not knowing what to expect.
After a few minutes of tense silence, Aeris took a peek. “Did anything happen?”
Tifa looked around. “Doesn’t look that way.”
“Aw, man,” Yuffie whined. “I went through all that trouble to ste- uh, acquire this thing and it’s a dud? That sucks.”
Aeris shrugged. “Want to go raid the fridge then?”
“Might as well.”
*******
There really was nothing appropriate to say under the circumstances so Cloud settled for saying nothing. Instead, he busied himself gathering his clothes. From the jingles and rustles behind him, it seemed the other man was doing the same.
Cloud reached down into the dark and encountered a large swath of cloth. It was worn soft and threadbare with use and the color was vivid and unfaded, even in the poor light. Cloud held it out as far behind him as he could reach, clearing his throat slightly.
There was a pause before the cape slid from his fingers. “Thank you,” Vincent said. Cloud nodded, still not turning around. “For what it’s worth,” Vincent continued, “you’re quite good.”
*******
Try as she might, Elena could not tear her eyes away from the utterly insane perversion of a trainwreck before her. Little toy cats weren’t supposed to have the parts to do what that thing was doing, and that wasn’t even mentioning the mog. “Tuesti, you’re a sick man!”
“Hey,” Reeve protested, “I only built them.”
*******
As an ace pilot, trained extensively to withstand high velocities and g-force, Cid prided himself on an iron constitution, but goddammit if this situation didn’t make him want to fucking hurl. Correction: Fucking massacre something and then fucking hurl.
Across the room, struggling to get a sheet to go all the way around him, Palmer was turning several blotchy shades of red. “I’ll give you all the money you want for the space program if you don’t tell anyone about this!” he blurted.
Cid blinked. “Keep talking,” he said and reached for a smoke. Maybe this wasn’t all bad.
*******
“Hey!” Vernon Wilkes, Rocket Town resident, banged on the bathroom door. “Some of us have real emergencies, you know! Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in there, you silver-haired freaks!”
Unfortunately for Vernon, the only thing that came out of the bathroom was a series of giggles and one, “I wonder how big Niisan’s is.”
*******
Tseng came to a slow stop and took stock of the situation. The view was a little higher up than he was used to and his seat was rather uncomfortable
“Well,” Rufus breathed, looking up at Tseng from the executive chair, “much as I appreciate the show, guys, my desk isn’t the best place for that.” Rude grunted. “And Reno,” Rufus continued, glancing down, “you don’t have to keep doing that.”
Reno looked up from beneath the desk in between slurps. “Already here, Boss,” he said, with one slow lick. “Might as well finish the job.”
*******
“Heh heh.” Zack chuckled nervously as he looked at his superior officers, trying to sort himself out from the tangle of limbs. “How did this happen, Sir?”
“Hmph!” Angeal tried and failed to extricate himself from the younger men. “Feels like an Ardwynna Summon.” He stretched and shuddered to shake off the residual effects. “Compromising positions, damaged reputations, shattered pride and all that.”
Beneath them, with his face still half-buried in a pillow, Sephiroth made the low, patient growl of a jungle cat rearing back for the kill. “I have one question,” he said. “Whose dick is that in my ass?”
