the first time I saw this video I thought to myself “7 minutes? There’s no way I’m going to watch all of that”
how wrong I was
every moment of this video is unmitigated joy.
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Day 12: Making out -Prompt bye boomchickfanfiction <3<3<3<3
Sephiroth watched the returning troops anxiously. He’d heard of heavy casualties. It was supposed to be a simple mission, but one piece of bad intel could send a great many soldiers to hell very quickly. In this case, it was a radio channel that hadn’t been secured by the Turks. The enemy had known where their troops were coming from. It was only by their skill that they’d survived at all, and it had taken them weeks to get everything sorted out.
It just had to be this mission where Cloud tested his stripes as a third-class.
He gazed out over the unloading transports, watching the men on stretchers being carried towards medical, and those limping being helped out of trucks. He waited anxiously to spy a head of blonde hair among the crowd.
He let out a breath when he spied Cloud standing inside the backs of a van, helping wounded disembark before leaving himself. Sephiroth looked him over, taking in the bandages on his forearm—the reduced gear he was wearing—the hint of white wrappings under his uniform third-class top. He let out a breath at the alert look in Cloud’s eyes and the easy strength with which he was passing wounded soldiers out of the truck to the waiting medical staff.
When the young man finally jumped out—with a wince that did not escape Sephiroth’s notice—he strode down to meet him, nodding to the men he passed when he was acknowledged.
Cloud spotted him quickly, and made a beeline in his direction. Sephiroth picked up the pace when he saw the urgency in Cloud’s movements. It had been so long, he thought. So long since his Cloud had marched off to do battle and left him behind. The last time he’d seen him, surely his eyes hadn’t been that hard—his face that bruised—his gait so urgent.
He lifted his arms slightly to cushion the impact, certain Cloud would run into him. He wasn’t prepared for the third to leap into his arms.
Cloud’s legs wrapped around Sephiroth’s waist, his hands gripped his cheeks tightly, and he drew him into a crushing, desperate kiss. Sephiroth had to work not to stagger under the weight, responding automatically to the deep, intense kiss. His hands lifted to brace Cloud’s thighs, holding him up as Cloud kissed him as though he were trying to devour him whole.
"I missed you so fucking much," he whispered, shaking his head, his eyes bright with mako and unshed tears.
Sephiroth didn’t have a chance to answer before Cloud had caught him in a kiss again. He held him still, supporting him as Cloud’s fervor and passion died into tender kissing, his hands shifting off Sephiroth’s face to rest his arms on the General’s shoulders, twining his fingers together behind his head. They melded there, the world disappearing but for the two of them.
Sephiroth reveled in the feel of the familiar body against him. In the touch of soft lips, even rough with dehydration. He pressed into the kiss, stroking his hands over Cloud’s back, still holding him up gently. He could smell blood on the young man, but he would not draw away from their kiss to ask. Not just yet. This moment was too important. Even he could tell. There was a reconnection in it—a re-awakening of the Cloud that was not only a Soldier. The remembrance of a life where there is more than life and death. Sephiroth understood that moment, and would stand there as long as it took for Cloud to be ready. And until then, he was more than happy to feel his warm presence, and listen to his heartbeat, and taste his lips.
Finally, the blond broke the kiss, nuzzling his face against Sephiroth’s shoulder, giving a full-body shiver against him.
“You’re alright,” Sephiroth murmured, leaning his head against Cloud’s gently.
“I want to go home,” Cloud whispered, sounding painfully young—painfully hurt. “Take me home, Sephiroth.”
Sephiroth carried him out of the disembarking area, ignoring the few spectators who had viewed their reunion. He didn’t have to hold Cloud up as they walked—his young lover was latched onto him, his legs wrapped firmly around Sephiroth’s waist, and his hands draped over his shoulders. He’d pillowed his head on one of his own biceps, his forehead pressed against Sephiroth’s neck.
They stayed that way until Sephiroth could place Cloud gently on the sofa, kneeling before him. He slid his hands lightly over Cloud’s arms, untwining them from behind his neck and urging Cloud to relax on the sofa. The young man looked exhausted, the passion of earlier eaten away by exhaustion.
“I missed you,” Cloud whispered, his eyes focused only on Sephiroth.
“I missed you too,” Sephiroth leaned forward, drawing Cloud into another, careful kiss, feeling something in him warm as Cloud tilted his head and deepened the chaste contact. A year ago, the young man never would have taken control of one of their kisses. Now he had three times just since his return.
“You should rest,” he warned, resting a hand on Cloud’s cheek lightly.
“Later,” Cloud said, shaking his head. “For a while, I thought I wouldn’t be able to kiss you again. I’m going to make sure to take advantage of all the time I’ve got.”
Sephiroth couldn’t argue with that. He shifted to sit next to Cloud on the sofa and smiled as the young man shifted to sit in his lap, tangling his fingers in his hair, and settled in to kissing his face, neck, and lips. Neither of them tasted perfect, and Cloud was obviously still stiff and aching, but Sephiroth was grateful for every moment.
Because in the back of his mind, though he’d never allowed himself to dwell on the thought for too long, part of him had been afraid he’d never touch his Cloud again either. If the young man was willing to sit in his lap and make out until both of them were satisfied in each others safety and their connection, then Sephiroth was more than happy to indulge him.
I went from this
at first I thought it was an alternative way to hard-boil eggs… nope…
DEAR GOD. PLEASE DON’T SCROLL PAST THIS. IT MAY LOOK LIKE ANOTHER DUMB VIDEO, I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT JESUS PLEASE WATCH THIS. SO FUCKING WEIRD.
I want to know who is responsible
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!
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