A/N: I am one sick puppy. It's official now. I told myself I was just going to 'fine tune' the sex part...I added another 3 (nearly 4...) pages. I also feel the need to mention, this is my first ever slash story, and consequently, the first time I've tried my hand at m/m smut. That makes me nervous, but I took my time with this, so hopefully it will all be at least passable and no one will hate me.

This is the final chapter. Originally I had planned to write a 'future' chapter where Sephiroth met the Devil after he'd become General, however, this wrapped up a lot more nicely than I thought, and I don't want to ruin that. I got WAY too into this story for my own good, which is why I've worked so hard to complete it so quickly.

CornCob: I hope you like it...I slaved away for this chapter because I felt like such a mean, evil person. However, I have to admit, at the same time...I enjoyed torturing you--it was fun. I am the tiniest bit sadistic. :D

mcrmad: Aw. You made me feel all happy and joyful and stuff! :D

My muses for this chapter were: "Prison Sex" by Tool, "Give Yourself to Me" by Black Label Society, and "Deformography" by Marilyn Manson. Thought I should give those songs their due... Prepare to be exposed to Lucifer's complete impatience.

Sephiroth, rarely one to even remember what nervousness felt like, was feeling it. He felt as though he was about to do more than just share his body with someone.

Something, he thought wryly, he hadn't even done with himself. That was likely one of the reasons besides typical teenage hormones that he was so easily aroused by the slightest touch. Something about masturbation in a room full of other boys, had very little, if any appeal. And it wasn't as though he had the opportunity with Hojo around while he had been a more or less permanent resident of the labs.

And, truth be told, he had little inclination besides an occasional urge. He was interested in sex, however, that urge for him did not seem to translate into touching himself, strangely enough.

He reflected, as he looked over to Aristide who was walking beside him, that he was in fact, a man. Sephiroth had never given much thought as to who he would be interested in sexually, however, he had never suspected that it would include someone of the same sex he was. He supposed it didn't really matter, though it was probably something that shouldn't be acknowledged publicly to Shinra.

It was getting colder. The air's chill had worsened, as the sun was beginning to set. The sky, which had been somewhat cloudy most of the day, had become blanketed in greyness, which would probably make the night even darker than usual.

It wasn't necessarily a good idea on Sephiroth's part, he knew, to leave his position, but like most things, his attachment to Shinra was limited. Currently, what Shinra wanted mattered very little if it conflicted with what he wanted.

And he would ensure that it never became 'need'.

They had been walking for several minutes, going deeper and deeper into the wood, where different species of trees had started to appear, their colored leaves littering the forest floor alongside the pine needles of the more numerous and hardy trees of the region.

It was in a small clearing that they stopped, the orange and reds of the trees' leaves completely smothering the rich dirt beneath.

Aristide seemed to pause purposefully, for some reason letting the place sink into Sephiroth's memory, or perhaps to increase tension.

He laughed darkly, leaving Sephiroth's side and going to the center, which was surrounded with tall, black-barked trees. He spun around, his coat fluttering around his boots, a suggestive smile thrown in Sephiroth's direction. His movements were...playful.

"It's going to be cold," Aristide said, watching the apprehensive teen closely. He could tell that Sephiroth was, for once, utterly out of his element, though there was still a certain pride in the way he held himself, as though he were trying to shake the uncertainty off by willing it away.

It was that hidden, undying arrogance that made the teen so appealing. He was certain Sephiroth scarcely knew it existed in himself, but that didn't change the fact that it was there. Aristide would tend to it, inflame it, make it grow... Sephiroth was more than capable of being the best that would ever be, and Aristide had every intention of making that a reality, through whatever means necessary...

Not that it wasn't exactly what Aristide himself wanted to begin with. Of course it was. And he had no qualms about the fact that he had already planted the seeds and probably didn't need to be doing this. Hell, that just made it more fun...

Sephiroth was no idiot, and even with Aristide's attentions, it was obvious that the distrust already imbedded in the teen's personality would likely never be eradicated completely. That was good, it ensured that the boy wouldn't make the same stupid choices so often made by humanity.

Sephiroth only watched as Aristide removed his outer coat from his body, and carefully laid it out upon the ground.

Aristide's breath was easy to see in the cold, looking like a misplaced cloud as it rose around his head then disappeared. His long-sleeved undershirt fit tightly to his body, revealing that he was about average in build, not extremely slender as Sephiroth's youthful body was.

Black dress pants, similar to the blue ones Turks wore, Sephiroth noticed, were tucked into tall, knee-high boots. The man had settled himself on the trenchcoat for the time being, slowly unlacing his boots and watching Sephiroth, who was standing stoically, showing no reaction in either his eyes or face.

Inside, Sephiroth was burning. Every emotion was boiling and rising, trying to force its way out of him. He knew his pants were probably no longer hiding his feelings, but that didn't stop him from still trying to be in control of the situation.

This was his one chance to prove to Aristide, as well as himself that he was in control. He would not be the nervous, pathetic teenage boy. He would not stand for it in himself. It was just another act, another function that he needed to learn. Once that was done, it would never have to be relearned and there never again would be a moment were it made him feel the insufferable weakness of not knowing.

Sephiroth would not let any of it go beyond sex, or as Aristide put it, want. That resolve seemed to burn any reservations he had about what he was going to do. He felt much like he did before a battle: calm. He resigned himself to his fate...though somewhat excitedly.

"Come here," Aristide ordered, apparently through waiting for Sephiroth to approach him for himself.

Sephiroth walked toward the man on the ground slowly, taking in the maroon eyes and the too-white skin. He removed the sheath from his back, holding the lacquered covering that protected the sword within. He placed it close to the edge of the coat, Aristide's eyes never once straying from their observance of him.

For some reason, it eased Sephiroth's mind to know that his sword would be right next to him, should he need it. The forest was, after all, on the edge of a war zone.

He kneeled, then sat down next to Aristide, whose grin had become what anyone else would have called frightening. To Sephiroth it meant approval.

Before he could even settle himself, Aristide had already moved toward him, one arm positioned next to the teen's leg, those predatory eyes turned acutely red, and inches from his own. Aristide's body moved closer and closer, the heat of it mingling with Sephiroth's.

Aristide's mouth made its way to Sephiroth's neck, the fathomless eyes skimming over the youth's face, liking the slight apprehension there.

Before long, spindly fingers dug through Sephiroth's hair without the gentleness they had previously showed. They in fact seemed to claw at him, in effort to bring him closer. Sephiroth, though he felt invaded from the foreign contact, made no sign of dislike as the mouth began to make its way from the base of his neck to his ear. Sephiroth tilted his head to the side, allowing the man to have what he wanted.

The whitish lips tugged at the skin of his neck, possessive, dominant somehow. Then the tongue flicked out between them, touching lightly between the nips which only seemed to get rougher through the passing seconds.

That strong, pungent breath was overwhelming. It seemed to make the air around Sephiroth's face hot and wet, a stark difference from the temperatures around them.

Sephiroth was not unaffected. In fact, he had never felt anything like it, the way it was both pleasurable and personal, something that had previously struck him as two extremes incapable of being combined.

Aristide seemed to want to lower him onto his back, which at first Sephiroth did not allow, but he eventually gave in after receiving a sharp bite to the neck, and Aristide's surprisingly strong hands crushing down onto his chest. Sephiroth gave a rare smile, which Aristide saw.

"I want complete access..." he said in way of explanation, through heavy breathing and a short laugh, both of his sleeve-covered arms on either side of Sephiroth's head. He had pulled away from the teen's neck, to stare down at him.

Sephiroth, who had never touched someone else, had cast his gloves aside and brought a hand up to the shirt that was hanging down from Aristide's body. His tentative fingers moved the fabric aside, allowing his hand to rest against the overly-warm stomach.

Aristide grinned at the act of boldness. One of his own hands went under the shirt as well, placed over Sephiroth's, and giving it none-to-subtle directions.

The skin was...different. It did not feel like Sephiroth's own felt. It was similar to polished stone. It did not seem to have the give his had. From what he could tell, the man was toned, but not as Sephiroth himself was, from years of training. The feeling of Aristide's body was strange, though not unpleasant.

Both of their hands traveled upward, slowly. The feeling of touching, even somewhat innocently, was giving Sephiroth the urge to squirm from how everything between his legs was reacting. He had already begun to drown out his worries at not performing well; he was intent on enjoying whatever happened.

Their hands continued their slow ascent, coming to rest on one of Aristide's nipples, which they circled slowly. The chest, Sephiroth had noticed, had no body hair, yet another oddity that was Aristide, and coincidentally, was the same as Sephiroth.

Not only did the youth have no hint of hair anywhere (he had only realized this wasn't typical upon catching glimpses of the hair-covered chests of many of the other SOLDIERs), the hair that he did have on his head had grown in a silver-grey since the day he was born.

Aristide had not ceased his smiling, and bent down to let his lips touch briefly to Sephiroth's. The boy gave no reaction at first, though his eyes held curiosity. Aristide repeated the motion, his wet lips leaving a residue on Sephiroth's and making the slits of the boy's eyes expand slightly.

"No sure exactly what I'm doing, are you?" Aristide laughed a little, which made Sephiroth's hand pinch down on the nipple he'd been caressing, likely in retaliation for the comment.

Without warning, Sephiroth brought his mouth up to Aristide's and pulled the man to him by wrapping a hand about his white neck. What Sephiroth had not expected, however, was for Aristide's tongue to work its way between his lips and into his mouth.

The teen remained motionless for a moment as the tongue moved throughout his mouth, tasting, testing for sensitivity. The black hair of Aristide was hanging about them, touching Sephiroth's face and neck, distracting, though not half so much as whatever he was doing to the boy's mouth.

Sephiroth began to return the favor after a moment, taking his time, copying the movements, while he moved his hand that had been on Aristide's chest to the man's back.

The scent of Aristide's breath, was similar to the taste between his lips, almost bloody tasting. It was enticing to Sephiroth, and made the sensation all the more pleasant.

The kiss was beginning to become impatient very quickly on Aristide's part, as one of his hands began to deftly untuck Sephiroth's uniform from his pants. The teen stiffened, his breath hitched in his chest and his mouth and tongue suddenly stilled.

Aristide paid no attention to Sephiroth's discomfort, pulling away from the boy's mouth, which was already showing signs of becoming swollen. He yanked the collared jacket free of the pants, and forcefully shoved a hand up onto the youth's warm, muscled stomach.

He tensed, the muscles becoming taut, as the foreign hand relentlessly ran over the skin. The long nails bit into Sephiroth's chest, while the palms of the hand caressed and rubbed. Soon the other hand had joined it, both seeming to pet Sephiroth's sides.

Sephiroth, not one to be vocal, was breathing heavily. He was somewhat uncomfortable, but he was enjoying it.

Aristide could not seem to get quite what he wanted that way, and began to unbutton the jacket in haste. He didn't even bother to help Sephiroth free his arms of the material, instead his mouth went directly for one of the pink nubs, immersing it in his lips and tongue, while his hands snaked over the rest.

Sephiroth's hands had begun trailing up Aristide's back, encouraging him.

The boy's slender torso was enticing to Aristide, who appreciated the thinness of it as well as the build, which suggested discipline from the lean musculature. Each exhalation of breath played out the lovely dips of Sephiroth's body, putting them in relief, and giving the man all the more reason to make the teen breathe more heavily.

His mouth had ventured up toward Sephiroth's neck again, as one hand began its evil, tantalizing descent down that perfect belly, toward oblivion. Aristide had little intention of waiting.

Sephiroth, through the haze of pleasure, had noticed, and his body had again stiffened uncertainly in response.

Aristide's hot mouth returned to Sephiroth's cunningly, as distraction from the hand that was just beginning to go beneath the band of his slacks. It circled lazily a few times, moving over the perfectly smooth, hairless skin, those nails scratching at it slightly.

Then, without warning, it traveled ever lower, toward the heated flesh.

Sephiroth couldn't hold back the moan that rushed from his throat, as the somewhat cold hand wrapped around the base of his straining erection.

Instead of easing the teen into it, Aristide curled his hand harder, squeezing it into a fist, dangerous nails prodding painfully into the skin. Sephiroth couldn't stop his body from arching upward, toward the hand that he somehow realized was going to bring him more pain than pleasure.

Whatever feelings it would give, he wanted.

Aristide's hand, holding Sephiroth roughly in a too-tight grip, began a rushed up and down motion, which nearly made Sephiroth writhe. However, it was short-lived. Aristide seemed to be very irritable about the fabric that was in the way, making the task too difficult for his liking. The motion stopped quickly, before the youth had even begun to become accustomed to it.

The hand left Sephiroth's cock, as Aristide tugged at the buttons and the zipper of Sephiroth's pants. He pulled them down with his underwear, off of the thin thighs. He did it so quickly that the teen didn't even have a chance to be embarrassed at being so exposed.

He noticed too late that Sephiroth still wore his boots, so he worked at those, while Sephiroth shivered from the chilled air that his skin was naked to.

Sephiroth's erection was out for all of the world to see (or rather, the woods), but the thought didn't bother him as he had suspected it would. Somehow it seemed perfectly normal to be naked, laying on a coat with that man above him. There was something about Aristide that forced him to be relaxed even when every nerve was screaming for intense caution, and even 'flight'.

"Cold?" Aristide inquired, his eyes glimmering in the low light. A slight twist had formed his thin lips.

"A little," Sephiroth answered, the timbre of his voice a little lower than usual.

Aristide eyed Sephiroth's cock with relish, his hands moving up the slender, pale thighs, as he thoroughly appreciated the teen's slight shivers.

"You won't be," he said.

With that, Aristide immediately buried Sephiroth in his mouth, causing the boy to cry out from the shock of it, and the instantaneous intensity of the pleasure.

It was warm, so warm. The difference from being out in the cold to inside a heated, saliva-filled mouth was almost too much.

Sephiroth growled lustfully, his lower body no longer even on the coat beneath him. Aristide was already helping to hold him up, his hands encircling the boy's abdomen.

Aristide's long hair was fluttering playfully across his stomach, as the man's mouth began tightly sucking as it moved upward, the tongue curling around and slicking Sephiroth's cock.

Sephiroth, though completely inexperienced, knew he would not last long with such attention.

Aristide's movements had already become quicker, while Sephiroth desperately tried to keep himself from thrusting upward into the wetness that was undoing him. Aristide's mouth would take him deeper, then ease him back out again, all the while his nailed hands pinching and squeezing at Sephiroth's thighs.

Sephiroth's barely-there control did not last long.

With an few moments, his hands found their way into Aristide's hair, and luckily for him, the man didn't seem to mind the way the teen lost himself to oblivion. The boy forgot all inexperience and any reservations he still had, as he forcefully yanked Aristide's head down onto himself to allow him deeper thrusts.

Aristide, not one to mind being abused, moaned through his full mouth, his white fingers continuing to knead the youth's muscled legs as Sephiroth's dick slammed painfully into his throat. Repeatedly.

Sephiroth could feel the tightness building at the base of his spine, the way every bit of pleasure seemed to be culminating into something bigger, a finish. It was going to happen already, all because he was so inexperienced with anything touching his most private of parts, particularly an addictive, wet mouth.

The mouth, the saliva, was consuming for Sephiroth, who all his life had barely experienced even tiniest instances of sensation that didn't involve pain. The fact that at times Aristide's teeth seemed to rake over the hypersensitive skin, was not a drawback, but furthered the sense of abandon in him, quickened the pace at which he forced his lower body upward. It brought him closer and closer.

Sephiroth's head was thrown back, his normally pale face was flushed. The ribbons of silver hair were partially tangled from the boy lashing his head about in response to what he was feeling.

What happened next was the last thing Sephiroth, who was lost in completely primal want, had expected to occur.

Aristide forced the boy's hips downward, into the softness of the coat, stopping the teen's nearly psychotic thrusts. His mouth continued its ministrations, but even that was only for a few more precious seconds.

Sephiroth, who was annoyed by Aristide, had grabbed the man by his hair.

Aristide released Sephiroth from between his lips, just as the teen had been certain he was on the brink. His mouth was only a few inches away from Sephiroth's reddened erection, those animal maroon eyes looking over at the boy's frustrated face.

Sephiroth's eyes flashed with confusion for a few seconds, but soon followed the rest of his face into a look of fury.

"Why did you stop?" he said angrily, not liking at all the way the man was watching him. The red eyes held and arrogance and selfishness that unsettled Sephiroth.

"It's my turn," he stated.

He grabbed Sephiroth by the thighs forcefully. Effortlessly, Aristide threw Sephiroth onto his stomach, his painful erection pushing into the softness of the fabric.

The boy struggled, thrashing about and trying to turn back over, though the power of the man already spoke volumes about what he could do to him. Both of Aristide's hands were pinning him down, but even so, Sephiroth turned as much as he was capable to swing out at the man behind him.

Instead of stopping the man, Sephiroth's attempts caused Aristide to chuckle for a moment at the boy's struggle.

"Let go of me!" Sephiroth demanded, his tone venomous, though admittedly his cock was straining underneath him from having Aristide over him like that, so close. He could have easily grabbed for his sword, but for some reason he did not.

He did not regret his decision when those powerful arms finally encircled him to stop his wriggling.

"Be still," Aristide breathed, his mouth next to Sephiroth's ear, blowing strands of sleek, silver hair into the youth's face. "It will be better this way, I promise."

Though Sephiroth didn't believe him, he said nothing. He did not bother to hide the sour expression on his face, as he knew Aristide could not see it. Sephiroth felt as though he had just lost something, failed some sort of test of himself, but Aristide's labored, excited breathing behind him quelled the thoughts quickly.

Aristide pushed Sephiroth's thighs underneath him, so that the teen was on his knees, his back to the man. Sephiroth's posture was no longer loose, but stiff and difficult to manipulate.

Sephiroth's mood radiated irritation and anger at being under someone else's control, but instead of worrying Aristide that he had gone too far, the thought made him smile sadistically.

He snatched the back of Sephiroth's jacket, finally forcing the teen to take it off completely. The muscled, bare back was revealed. It showed suggestions of broadening later in life, but was still very narrow, tapering dangerously in at the boy's waist and hips. The narrowness would have been feminine, had Sephiroth not been as toned as any athlete.

Aristide removed his shirt easily, shrugging it off and to the side, then unbuckled his slacks and slid them down to his knees.

His cock was painfully erect, and barely affected by the short stint in the freezing air. Aristide caressed it a few times, sliding the drops of precum onto the shaft.

"I want you to set your legs farther apart," he ordered, his hand reverently smoothing over one of Sephiroth's perfect thighs, leaving the tiniest bit of stickiness behind.

Sephiroth, though still vengeful, nonetheless, did as he was told. He knew Aristide was naked behind him, his dick not far from Sephiroth's own body. The thought made the boy shiver excitedly. He was slightly disappointed that he wasn't going to see what Aristide was doing, but he had no time to think about it as the man continued.

Aristide pushed the flesh aside, revealing the small, closed pink patch. Sephiroth felt more exposed than ever, though he made no move to stop the man. He wasn't about to give Aristide reason to not go through with what he wanted, and also, what he, Sephiroth wanted.

A hand came down onto Sephiroth's shoulders, as Aristide said, "Rest your head on your arms."

Sephiroth's fists clenched at the demand, and his defiant mind told him to disobey. Aristide seemed to sense that the teen wasn't pleased, and placed a few gentle kisses across his beautiful body.

"Don't be stubborn, now," Aristide said, sounding amused. At the words, and the lightness of a few more kisses across his back, Sephiroth yielded.

He had already decided would be the first and only time.

Aristide applied a copious amount of saliva to his palm and moved it over himself.

The view from where he was wasn't exactly hard to look at. Sephiroth had his ass in the air, and his lovely silver-haired head laid submissively on his arms.

It was a sight Aristide secretly knew he would be the only one to ever see.

He bridged the distance between their bodies, feeling the tension that had riveted through Sephiroth's. He pushed against the pink skin slowly, pushing the head of his cock lightly against it, testing.

But he had never been a patient man. Without any more preparation, he moved forward hard enough that Sephiroth's small body was forced to accept it, and the resistance gave way.

Aristide was slow enough to only let himself enter inch by wonderful inch, holding Sephiroth's cheeks apart with his hands to make the process slightly easier.

Sephiroth had tensed considerably, and let out a loud breath as Aristide pushed in further. He could feel himself stretching to accommodate, and an ever-growing friction that was beginning to start from body part rubbing against body part.

Finally, Aristide relinquished a portion of his own self-control. He completed the union, fully plunging himself into Sephiroth's welcoming body with a heavy sigh.

Sephiroth, who Aristide had thought would either scream or cry out in pain, let out a short moan of pleasure. Unexpectedly, when Aristide began to thrust in and pull back, very slowly for the first few times, he could feel the body beneath him loosen and relax. Short little gasps came from the teen's mouth with the slightest movement of the thing inside of him.

"Not so bad, is it?" Aristide stated, forcing himself in particularly hard, to see what sort of reaction Sephiroth would give.

Sephiroth was overwhelmed. The feeling of being filled was...beyond anything he had expected. It wasn't painful as he thought it would be; it was more a combination of pleasure with pain, where the two were so intertwined that there seemed to be no difference. 'Pain' wasn't even quite the word to use. He didn't know what it was exactly, only that it was already forcing him to the edge he had been teetering on before.

He gasped even louder at Aristide's attentions, as the pace increased, and the force behind it grew.

Aristide continued to plunder the young, perfect body, his pointed nails leaving bloody lines across the previously unmarked thighs. He gripped onto Sephiroth with no care for his comfort, and was pleased to discover that the more pain involved, the more the teen seemed to struggle against the coat, his hands twisting the material and his moans growing louder, filling the formerly silent woods.

Sephiroth thrust backward against the man experimentally, causing Aristide to growl deeply from his chest. Something in Sephiroth preyed on that response, and before long, Sephiroth was shoving himself into the warm body behind him like a whore would, loving the feeling of his backside hitting Aristide's hard legs, causing more delicious friction.

Aristide knew that even though it had not been long, Sephiroth was going to cum soon. The boy was breathing louder and louder, his backward motion on the verge of being considered frantic. He catered to the teen's needs as well as his own, refusing to slow.

Aristide thoughtfully reached around to squeeze Sephiroth's testicles roughly, just as the boy was seemed to be nearly ready. The move caused Sephiroth's hips to crash into Aristide's even harder, as the man fisted his balls relentlessly, then grabbed onto Sephiroth's slightly wet cock with his other free hand.

Aristide was bent over him, his black-maned head laying on Sephiroth's back, both for balance, and to allow his mouth to bite at the pale skin that was at his mercy, while his hands continued to squeeze at Sephiroth's most sensitive parts.

Sephiroth's body went rigid as he came, his moan muffled by the coat as he hid his face in it, the scent of Aristide on it making the explosion all the more intense. Aristide clutched at Sephiroth's thighs, feeling the sphincter contract, tightening and releasing as the teen spilt himself onto the black coat beneath him. Sephiroth shook, his hands tearing at the fabric, as he gave a final loud gasp, and his body finally loosened from its rigidity and relaxed.

Aristide laughed, kissing Sephiroth's back wetly. He allowed his hot breath to ghost over the pale skin, which had a few small beads of sweat on it, even in the cold. He rubbed his face over it reverently for a few moments, his lower body still instinctively moving in and out of the spent Sephiroth, though much more slowly due to his own distraction.

Finally Aristide repositioned himself, pulling his upper body away from the one beneath him. His hands left the boy's finished cock, and went back to the thighs they had been neglecting.

His thrusts became more brutal than ever. He pulled in and out of Sephiroth unceasingly, bruising the white thighs with the cruel hold his hands took on them.

It was finally his turn to get what he wanted of the boy's body.

It didn't take long for Sephiroth to rouse himself from his post-orgasmic sluggishness to begin meeting Aristide thrust for thrust again, though his head was laying contentedly on his arms, and his eyes were closed. He was no longer purely a body seeking pleasure. It allowed him the ability to really enjoy and feel Aristide, every brush of their bodies and each movement of the cock inside of him.

It was at least another twenty minutes before Sephiroth felt the thighs behind him tense, the hold on his legs becoming almost unbearably tight. Sephiroth himself was already at full hardness again, thanks to the quick recovery teenaged hormones offered. That, combined with the knowledge that Aristide was close, elicited a pleasurable groan from Sephiroth. He still had his head resting on the coat as he reached around used his hands to open himself wider apart to allow Aristide less resistance.

The man seemed to appreciate the sentiment, because he moaned louder as he rocked back and forth against what was willingly offered.

Fully sheathed in Sephiroth, Aristide growled as he reached his peak, the sound unhuman and harsh, echoing through the semi-dark woods as a wolf's piercing howl would.

The sound made Sephiroth shiver, as something inside him seemed to react to the odd noise.

Aristide's hair was hanging over Sephiroth's back, from the man keeping his head down, his chest expanding rapidly then declining, with his heavy breathing.

"Fuck..." Aristide said simply, not moving for a few moments as he enjoyed the pleasure still coursing through his body. The feeling of complete tiredness was already descending on him.

"Does it always feel like this?" Sephiroth asked quietly, after a long silence.

Aristide grinned, though Sephiroth couldn't see it. "Only if you are lucky."

Aristide moved back from Sephiroth, allowing his cock to slowly retreat out of him. He then moved to the side of the boy and stretched out beside him on the coat, far too lazy to do anything for at least a few minutes.

Sephiroth changed from his awkward position, rolling over onto his back. All he could see were the leaves of the trees, which blocked out what little light was left; he couldn't even see the sky. He looked over at Aristide, who had his eyes closed, his odd, white skin making Sephiroth's paleness look much less so in comparison.

Sephiroth took a glance at the spent cock that rested between the man's legs, liking it, as he knew he was the cause.

The thought made him smile.

Aristide's eyelids fluttered open, and he looked over to Sephiroth finally, his leer caught on the very apparent arousal of the boy.

Now that he had finally been satiated, Aristide's hurried demeanor had burned out somewhat.

He rose to all fours, then positioned himself over Sephiroth, who had his eyes closed. The boy was an angel. His face was like that of a porcelain doll, with arched silver brows and thick black lashes. Aristide continued to stare down at the boy, taking in all of the features slowly and methodically. He hadn't allowed himself the proper time to just enjoy looking at the creature….

Sea-green looked up at him after a moment, questioning.

"What?"

Aristide grinned. His hand was resting on one of the boy's thighs, which had been marred by his long, sharp nails. He leaned down, bringing his lips to the flesh, his maroon eyes never leaving Sephiroth's.

Sephiroth seemed to understand the man's intentions, because he moved his hips slightly in response.

Aristide neared Sephiroth's cock, liking how the boy's eyes grew wider suddenly. He gently moved his head so that the skin of his cheek and jaw brushed against it.

Sephiroth's breath had already started to quicken.

Aristide licked his lips, then planted a kiss on the base. He nuzzled his face into it before adding another and another.

Sephiroth was shrinking almost painfully from being out in the cold so long, but Aristide paid little mind, as he kissed all the way around Sephiroth's length, and between his thighs. He gave the boy's balls a lick, which caused Sephiroth to twitch unexpectedly.

He moved back to Sephiroth's cock, while a hand began to slowly caress his balls, much more gently than ever before.

Aristide placed his other hand around the base, as he neared the head with his mouth. He kissed it a few times, then licked, which brought a gasp.

"I was thinking we could try something a little different," Aristide said enigmatically.

He spit directly onto Sephiroth's length, smoothing the wetness over it, most particularly the tip.

Sephiroth, who had said nothing, only watched, curious.

He was very surprised when Aristide moved over him, facing away. The man was bent kneed, one leg on either side of Sephiroth's abdomen. Aristide moved backward a ways, until he was satisfied that he was where he needed to be. He began to position himself over the boy's cock, his hands holding onto Sephiroth's white legs for balance.

"Don't worry, I think you'll quite like it…"

Aristide parted his buttocks as Sephiroth had before, slowly moving down.

Sephiroth had ceased to breathe properly, his breath held in his lungs, as he watched Aristide's body descend down on him. It was happening so fast, he hardly had the time to even think about it properly. But he wanted it, that much was clear.

Sephiroth slowly placed his hands around Aristide's waist. He lifted his hips upward, deciding to meet Aristide halfway. He was nervous and horribly aroused, all at the same time, as he looked at the back of the man squatting above him.

Aristide's ebony hair was trailing down his back, and his round ass was parted for Sephiroth to use at his leisure.

Sephiroth could feel the skin pressing against him, from all sides, as their bodies met and Aristide removed his hands. Tentatively, Sephiroth moved between it, not really pushing, when he quickly found a tiny barrier. Sephiroth rubbed the head of his cock into it, pushing a little, bit not really getting anywhere other than more aroused by the position he was in.

"Push hard," Aristide instructed.

Sephiroth breathed heavily, his whole torso back to rigidity as his excitement grew. Sephiroth gave a harder thrust upward, just as Aristide lowered himself a bit more. It was enough that Sephiroth felt the skin suddenly open to his prodding.

He moaned loudly, not bothering to be slow about it as he pushed his entire length into the tightness that had given way to him, his balls hitting pleasurably against Aristide's.

It was Aristide's turn to gasp, as Sephiroth began moving in and out of the opening, his hands gripping onto the man's sides possessively.

It felt different than Aristide's mouth had, being much more constrictive, with no teeth or tongue in the way of things. It made Sephiroth exploit it more than he had Aristide's mouth. He could push much more harshly, banging his body into Aristide's each and every time.

He groaned, moving hurriedly, almost forgetting there was a person attached to the hole he was forcing his way into. The animal in him seemed to purr at all of it, driving him on with both instinct and blind pleasure-seeking that came from utter selfishness.

Sephiroth was beginning to understand why Aristide had been so quick about getting to this part of all of it. It seemed a waste to kiss and touch when there was something so warm and slick to be inside of.

He could already feel the familiar build up again, which was disappointing. His body wanted to finish so quickly, when all he wanted was for it to continue on and on.

There was something about being the one in control that felt so…right. Though he had certainly enjoyed letting Aristide have his way, Sephiroth knew that had he the choice, he would be the one who made the other cry out and writhe.

And Aristide was crying out. His thighs were shaking from holding him up, as the boy below him used his body like it belonged to him.

He continually stroked himself, allowing the boy to have his fill of whatever he would take. Sephiroth learned quickly, that was certain.

Finally, Sephiroth completely let go, his eyes closing and rolling back as he pushed himself in to the hilt for the last time. He had no care for dragging it out at that point, allowing his hips to buck and finally seize as he released, hands keeping Aristide flush with his own body. He groaned deeply, from far within his chest as Aristide had while in him, his body halfway off of the ground.

"Good boy," Aristide said, his voice lustful. He reached down and petted one of Sephiroth's thighs.

After a long moment the teen finally allowed his hips to rest on the coat, which forced him to let go of Aristide.

He didn't even notice as the man moved around to face him, with a look that was a little more tender than the man would have probably have wanted Sephiroth to see.

Aristide dropped a hand onto the boy's belly, rubbing it gently with his thumb. Sephiroth's hair was everywhere, his perfect face tinted lightly with red from his effort. Aristide smiled, pleased, as he took in the boy's glowing eyes and serene expression. It was a sight to behold, as they say.

"Did you enjoy that?" Aristide asked, still caressing Sephiroth's stomach.

The boy took a second to collect himself, his small tongue reaching out to lick at his parched lips. "Yes."

Sephiroth would have said it was the most enjoyable thing that had happened to him, but he refrained. Aristide already thought he owned him as it was.

"It is a wonder humans constantly try to distance themselves from all that is primal when it is so…rewarding."

"Stupidity?" Sephiroth answered lazily, his eyes focused on the sky he couldn't see.

"It must be. Or perhaps a fear of going to hell, combined with an ego that demands they separate themselves from the so called 'beasts'," Aristide stated, his eyes looking off into the distance.

"If this is what being a monster is, I'll accept it gladly," Sephiroth said honestly, speaking more than just of sex.

Aristide laughed that deep, comforting laugh of his. "You already are one."

Sephiroth awoke, having no idea that he had fallen asleep in the first place. His eyes opened very slowly, sluggishly, as though he had been drugged. He immediately noticed that it was night, and that some of the cloud cover must have passed, because there was moonlight drifting in between the branches of nearby trees. How long could he have been asleep?

The next thing he realized, was that Aristide was gone.

His mind seemed to panic for a moment, as he looked over at the empty spot beside him.

Aristide had left him. The words seemed to take their time sinking in, before a bitter thought took hold in the boy's head.

Just like Masamune did, just like everyone did, eventually.

He looked about, though he already knew he would find no one. The same part of him that had convinced him to give himself to a stranger felt slightly betrayed. He sat up, taking another glance around, but he heard nothing, and saw no one.

Gone.

His body was chilled, but not as bad as it would have been had he not been partially covered by part of Aristide's coat. It had been draped over him, one of Aristide's few mercies, apparently.

He picked himself up off of the hardened, freezing ground, feeling soreness in new places as he bent down to retrieve his clothes. He snatched them up and pulled them over himself quickly, feeling a slight bite of disappointment inside, though nothing like the strong intensity he would have predicted.

The coat was still there, discarded.

Sephiroth glared at it for a moment, before approaching it. He could make out the whitish stain he'd made upon it, like a sick reminder. He sighed, somehow not quite angry, because he had already known it all would happen. He had known Aristide was not exactly the type to stick around.

He grabbed the coat anyway, slinging it over his shoulder, before noticing, with a clench of his gut, that his sword was missing. The sheath was gone, as was the weapon itself.

Sephiroth cursed aloud, spinning around, his mako enhanced vision searching in vain for what he knew he wouldn't find.

The bastard had stolen his sword.

He continued to look, his demeanor changing from indifferent to infuriated without much effort. He had trusted Aristide enough to sleep with him, and the man went and ran off with his weapon. It was just more proof, more evidence for Sephiroth to stack up in his mind and use each time he took a life.

People mean pain.

Just as Sephiroth was about to resign himself to despising Aristide, his eyes caught a flicker of something shiny that glistened in the moonlight, off to his right.

The place was not that far away, but the trees seemed to lean over the spot, making it a little more shadowed than anywhere else.

He walked toward the glimmering slowly, then finally came to a halt in front of, what could only be described, as a dai katana, imbedded in the earth.

The sword must have been at least 6 feet tall, because the handle was a few inches above Sephiroth's head, with quite a bit of the metal buried to hold it upright and stable. Sephiroth looked at it in amazement.

A thin piece of blood red ribbon was tied about the top, with a small piece of parchment attached. Sephiroth deftly untied the ribbon, allowing himself a moment to breathe, as he eyed the note suspiciously, yet at the same time, he reflected hatefully, with hope.

In tight, almost calligraphical script, it read simply:

Use it to cut your path.

Sephiroth stared at the note a long time. Had he been the sentimental type, he would have cried a little, but instead he felt that coldness seeping into his skin, poisoning his mind. It was the same part of him that had allowed his tortured emotions reprieve not long after the death of Masamune. It was the part that had torn all guilt from his conscience, permanently.

He was changed, though he wasn't quite sure how it had occurred. The experience, which should have made him feel more in touch with at least one person, left him feeling dead inside. A part of him acknowledged that he would likely never see Aristide again. He had also come to realize that physical closeness was not the same or a substitute for the mental closeness he thought would be a result of all of it.

He had feared that through the act of sex, of comfort in a sense, he would become a sickening, all too typical representation of what every other person was: dependent. Needy.

Aristide, though a comrade in some ways, was like Sephiroth always secretly knew he himself was: forever alone. There was never to be an undying connection between Sephiroth and anyone else; it was not who he was. There was something sad about the answer, but at the same time, Sephiroth couldn't help but smile arrogantly.

He looked down at the sword he had ripped from the ground. He held it in both hands, feeling like a child borrowing and adult's sword. Sephiroth's eyes skimmed over the shimmering, mirror-like surface possessively. The moonlight seemed to give it a wicked gleam.

There was so much beauty in something so deadly.

A/N: I hope it was alright. I was going to post this earlier then I had a freakout moment where I decided I wanted to change a bunch of it. I ended up spending another 4 hours doing corrections, being my obsessive self. Anyway, I had a great time writing it, the feedback was wonderful, and made me feel special :)