Ummm, okay, so I wrote this for a poetry contest. Only, it was about two pages shorter and there was almost no mention of the friend, and less details about sex. By the way, this is YAOI. There is very little description, only mentions and mostly feelings about the situation. But like it or not, THERE ARE TWO MEN KISSING. AND HAVING SEX. AND BEING IN LOVE. PROBLEM WITH IT? THEN GO CRY IN A CORNER, YOU HOMOPHOBE. For the record, I warned you.

Also, this is a ONESHOT. I'M WORKING ON 'ONE STEP FORWARD' AND IT WILL BE DONE ON TIME. IF IT'S NOT, TELL MY EDITOR TO KILL ME. SHE WILL GLADLY DO SO.

I also do not own any of the unnamed characters. But in case you couldn't guess, the blue-eyed person is Cloud, green-eyed man is Sephiroth, and the violet-eyed man is Zack. It's about Sephiroth and Cloud's love/hate relationship, because love/hate is dramatic and exciting. This basically leads up to Sephiroth's initial death, from before Zack and Cloud escape from ShinRa. Well... Cloud does, and I guess Zack does, te--I'M DONE TALKING.


It starts as something simple
An introduction
By a mutual friend

A friend with violet eyes, which isn't exactly relevant.

The older man smiles distantly
His pale, masculine face offset by
Brilliant green eyes
Which seem deep and hiding a tortured soul
A bit cliché for a meeting such as this, but true nonetheless.
The younger man, a mere child, gives his greetings
His innocent and cherubic face
Enhancing his cerulean stare
Their friend grins and proposes a night of drinking
Or something along those lines.

It gets more complicated.
They pass in the crowded hallway
Cat-like emerald eyes meeting
Wide blue ones.
The younger man blushes and averts his eyes
Quickening his pace
As his heart throbs in his chest.

The thoughts won't stop.
The older man sits for long hours
Wondering what the boy—
He refers to the innocent young man as a boy—
Might be doing at that moment
What he's thinking.

Hoping the boy is thinking of the man with green eyes.
Those blue eyes seem to see
Far past his skin
And into his heart
The emerald-eyed man shivers.
He doesn't want the anyone to see
What lies in there.

They don't stop.
Soon they start meeting
Halfway by accident
And halfway on purpose
They seek each other out
Sapphire eyes and emerald ones.
The innocent, wide-eyed youth
Blushes and smiles
A bit afraid of the forbidden infatuation
Growing in his heart.

They don't want to stop.
It starts with a late night
The older man might claim he is not sober

Sometime after the fact

Which is a lie, because no alcohol can knock that man into a state of stupor

Or drunkenness of any kind

No matter what.

The younger man would have simply blushed and looked at the floor

And both will deny

The sinful passion
The white-hot intensity
That beautiful, horrible deed
That had took place under
Silken sheets
In the dead of night.

They can't stop.
The much-denied pleasure
Continues in secret
Maybe the blue-eyed youth will end up in
The older man's apartment
Or maybe they'll end up
In the younger man's room
On a night when his roommate is out
Either way
They can't stop
Maybe it's love
Although behind the green eyes is something corrupt.
Purely carnal.
Something he can barely control
Something not even beautiful blue eyes can heal.

They might be in love

But no one could say for sure

All they know is that

The lips on heated skin

The spasms of pleasure

The seductive touches in the dark

And slide of fingers on quivering flesh

The feeling of being whole

The pounding of hearts threatening to break out of heaving chests

The rushing of a pulse as sensual lips nip at the neck

For a moment in time

As the passion and heat reaches peak

And the lovers meet their release at the same instant

The internal terror, the monster, is silent

And the emerald-eyed man

Loves the man with eyes like the sky

And the man with blue eyes

Would be so, so happy

For them to melt together

And never be apart

They hold each other, panting, exhausted

Completed

Stark naked under satin sheets.

Things are always complicated.
Fear of being found out
And the thrill of a forbidden affair
Drive both men to the brink of a happy kind of madness
The days in between encounters—
That's what the men call their passionate nights, encounters—
Are long and empty
And every day
The emerald-eyed man loses a bit more control
Over the Monster he feels lurking.
That's what he calls it
The Monster
Which would rather pin the younger man to the mattress
And make him cry and scream and thrash

This demon which would prefer to steal everything

That the beautiful child held dear
Than the gentle man who only wanted to hold his lover close

Kiss him softly, lace his fingers together with his own

Make love to him
And shield him from the world

And maybe from the Monster.

They don't know what they're doing.
The blue-eyed boy is oblivious
To the Monster's presence
Until that night
When he whispers three fateful words.
Three words that change everything.

He didn't even really whisper them
He breathed them
Such tiny phrases
Into his lover's ear
"I love you."

He doesn't know what to do.
The cerulean orbs spill over with tears
As he tell himself not to cry
It's almost over
Soon he'll be gone
Soon he can rest
Soon he can forget
Soon, he tells himself
Maybe.

Everything changes too fast.

In a matter of hours, the man with blue eyes can see

Nothing will be the same again

That mutual friend from long ago

Is ready to defend them both

But neither one expects

What is to come in the next few flashes of time

The friend, with fierce violet eyes and a hidden fear

Is knocked away by the Monster.

The man with blue eyes can't tell

If the violet-eyed friend is dead

Or if his lover can even hear his voice

The sapphire-eyed boy loves the emerald eyed man.

The sapphire-eyed boy hates the Monster.

The Monster has taken the green-eyed man away.

"Give them all back!"

He knows what he must do.
He doesn't know if he can do it.
The man with blue-eyes knows
That his lover is gone
And the Monster is free
Hungry for blood, for flesh
Hungry for anything
He knows only he can do it
It shouldn't be so easy to take a life
But the Monster has taken
So many people that the innocent man held dear

Possibly even the friend with violet eyes

He remembers seeing terror

In brown eyes and blue eyes and hazel eyes and violet eyes

At the hands of the Monster.

But those terrified people never knew the beautiful man

That used to dwell in that godly body.

All they know is his lust for blood

All they know is a Monster.

The man with eyes like the sky bites his lip.

He promises to avenge these people

With many different eyes

He will take vengeance for all the people that the Monster has destroyed.
Including the man with green eyes. Especially him.
He is another terrible loss to avenge.

It's too late to turn back.

The innocent child, this young man, this blue-eyed boy

In one instant, he is no longer docile, submissive, or quiet

But angry, hurt, betrayed

And so lost

So, so lost inside himself

Suddenly, everything is expected of him

And he knows

He has to become strong

He has to become brave

He has to become.

He is angry. All his feelings of love are gone

This man who stole his heart

Who made love to him

Who comforted him and held him

Was his enemy.

A traitor.

A liar.

I'll kill you…" hisses the sapphire-eyed man. Venomous and bitter.

The Monster laughs and the younger man feels his heart break

For the millionth time in that one minute

There is no light in those green eyes

Not anymore.

"Come to me, my puppet," laughs the Monster

Using the man with green eyes as a vessel

A host

The Monster is a virus. Corrupting, changing, stealing.

"I am not your puppet."

He loved this man.

This man, who loved him, and held him, and touched him, and kissed him.

This man who became an enemy.

A murderer.

A puppeteer.

A monster.

The victory is hollow.
"To think I loved you!" screams the blue-eyed boy
And his words pierce through the Monster
Into the heart of the green-eyed man
Who are one and the same

Having reached an equilibrium

As the darkness of the Monster swallowed

The man with green eyes.

They are one. But the words impale only the man

With the emerald eyes

With the heart

With the memory of their passion

Of their plans.

For a moment, the green eyes are his alone, and his eyes display only

Regret.
But it is too late
And there's no time
And the Monster with green eyes
Falls.

It started out so simple.
An introduction
Then a meeting
Then a night of passion
And then another
And then the Monster took away the emerald-eyed man
Who loved the innocent boy with all his heart

With whom the boy was so in love.
Two years passed.

The violet-eyed friend lived

To die another day

To save another life

Maybe to save thousands

Either way, the blue-eyed man

Had run out.

He was tired.

His love was gone.

His friend was gone.
The innocent boy is no longer innocent
He hardened his heart
In order to protect it.

"Please forgive me."
Three words that change everything
The man with green eyes is back

He's on the doorstep in the rain.

A bit cliché for a meeting such as this, but true nonetheless.
He does not cry; not that he ever did in the past.

Maybe he was incapable of tears.
And he sees for the first time
How much has changed in the boy.
His former lover, no longer a child.
With hardened cerulean eyes an intense gaze, and no weakness.
His teeth are clenched
And he is angry.

What have I done?
The guilt rips through the emerald-eyed man's mind
As a snarl escapes the lips of the sapphire-eyed man.
He lunges and beats his fists against the other man's chest and howls his rage and his hurt.
Instead of retaliating, the green-eyed man grabs his flailing fists and stops him.

He does not fight back

The green-eyed man does not deserve to fight back.

Instead, the blue-eyed man's attack slows, and his shoulders shake with sobs

Tears escaping beautiful, healing eyes

He sags against his lover-turned-enemy

Held up by him

Held in his arms,

Hating that he still can't stand on his own.

The man with green eyes embraces the younger man,
Silencing his sobs with a fierce kiss.
"Why are you here?" the whisper is bitter and angry
"I want to be forgiven." The reply is swift and monotone.
"No. I can't do that. It's too late for that."
The older man lets go, albeit quite reluctantly.

"It's not like I deserve your forgiveness."
They kiss deeply. A kiss of wet, hot, dark, overwhelming sadness.
A kiss of goodbye.

Their last kiss.

"I love you." They both say it.

Hating himself for being weak, the man with blue eyes cries.

Hating himself for being unable to cry, the man with green eyes holds him.

"Goodbye."
The man with green eyes leaves. He turns in time to see the entrance to the building slam shut.

The man with sapphire eyes leans against the door.

It won't open again.

He laughs darkly and falls to his knees

Tears streaming down his contorted face

In the poorly lit hallway.

Sobbing as the lights flicker on and off.

With a shaking hand, he reaches for the handle of the door.

He locks it.

It was never meant to be.