Soooo, since the last chapter set it up pretty well, how about a wing kink sequel? :D

There is wing kink in this, I promise. Eventually. It's just, uh... for some reason Cloud started spewing a bunch of emotional bullshit first. Idek. Too much time spent in the Underworld makes you prone to mood swings or something.

These two stupid morons can't decide if they're enemies or boyfriends.

They were supposed to start off with all emotional manipulation and trying to kill each other then tone it down to mostly fluffyness for the smut... but somehow Cloud ended up having a masochistic streak and decided he was going to get off on Sephiroth fucking him hard enough for it to hurt so idek.

Warnings: Wing kink, rough sex, nothing really out of the ordinary for these two.

"I thought I would find you here."

Cloud tensed. Then he realised that actually no, he wasn't surprised by this development at all, and simply sighed instead. "Sephiroth."

Sephiroth smirked. "You're losing your touch, Cloud. Defeated by a child?"

Cloud snorted and didn't answer.

Sephiroth moved to stand beside him, staring out across the desolate landscape below them the same as Cloud had been doing. Cloud's hand shifted on to the hilt of his sword, just in case. Sephiroth had seemed to prefer simply tormenting Cloud recently, rather than outright trying to kill him, but they still had their share of fights. (Though in all truth, Cloud was mostly the one who had been starting those, thinking if he could defeat Sephiroth then maybe that damned wing would disappear too. It hadn't worked.) Either way, Cloud wasn't about to be caught unprepared.

Sephiroth made no move to attack him.

"...you know why Sora won, Sephiroth?" Cloud asked, eventually growing uncomfortable with the silence.

"Because although you were required to fight as part of your deal with Hades, you had no desire to harm an innocent bystander and allowed him to gain advantage over you while not explicitly throwing the match."

Cloud blinked, then shot a reluctantly amused glance at Sephiroth. "Well, yeah. That wasn't what I was going to say, but I suppose that works too."

"What was your original answer?"

"That it was because I had lost my way... I had lost sight of the light and fallen in to the darkness. And darkness never wins."

Sephiroth raised a eyebrow. "And you accuse me of being melodramatic."

Cloud had to smile, just a little. "Well, maybe we've both been spending too much time in the Underworld."

That earned him a the slightest hint of a dry smile in return. "Perhaps so. However, you seem awfully unconcerned for someone who claims to have fallen in to the darkness."

"The kid was right," Cloud shrugged. "He said I'd find my light again, and... I think I have."

"Oh? How so? Give me the pleasure of taking it away."

Cloud snorted. "Shut up, you moron."

He gazed back across the barren, rocky wasteland beyond the clifftop he'd found. (Funny he always ended up in places like that.) It was a stupid idea to tell Sephiroth anything, but Cloud found the words spilling out anyway.

"They mentioned other worlds they'd been to - a place called Traverse Town, a sort of gateway world. A lot of people whose own worlds had been destroyed ended up there." He paused and ran a hand through his hair. "There was a girl in with a pink dress and a ribbon in her hair there. I think... no, I know they were talking about Aerith. She's alive."

"Your little Cetra girlfriend?" Sephiroth dismissed. "I killed her long ago."

"Yeah, and I've killed you three times. Never seems to stop you." Cloud gradually became more animated as he continued. "Things works differently here. Maybe her heart left our planet and ended up on one of these worlds somehow. If anyone could do it, it would be her. And if she's here, maybe Tifa... Yuffie, Cid, anyone..."

Sephiroth stared at Cloud with a look that was almost distaste, waiting for him to finish. "So this is why you are acting so disgustingly content. You think you have hope."

"What, does it bother you that you can't drag me down to your level?"

"Humph. You think I can't?" The smug look that Sephiroth shot him was a challenge, nothing less.

The next second Cloud froze, his confidence draining.

Masamune was at his throat, cold metal biting into Cloud's skin, Sephiroth looming only centimetres behind him. He hadn't even had time to react, hadn't seen Sephiroth move at all, and Cloud cursed himself for letting his guard down so easily.

What had he been thinking? That he could just stand here and have a pleasant conversation with Sephiroth? Gaia, he must have been stupid.

Cloud's expression turned to steel.

"The darkness will always be there," Sephiroth reminded him, "seared into your heart. And as long as it exists, I will be here to bring you back where you belong."

Cloud could feel his blood pounding beneath Sephiroth's blade. He tried desperately to reach that place of quiet surety he had felt before, but it had slipped from his grasp. Sephiroth's touch was like ice, freezing him to the core.

"Why is it always about the fucking darkness?" Cloud asked bitterly. "If you're so damn attached to me then why don't you try coming in to the light for once?"

Sephiroth laughed, and they were close enough that Cloud could feel the vibration of it, his back pressed to Sephiroth's chest.

Shit. Of course the idea was laughable, and Cloud regretted saying it. It was never going to happen. He knew that, but Sephiroth's offhand dismissal still hurt, deeper than it should have.

Cloud raised his sword, pushing Masamune away, twisting round to face Sephiroth with their blades locked together. He shoved Sephiroth away, using the new space between him to bring his sword round in a wide swing.

"There's no Gaia anymore. There's no Jenova. You're just being an asshole. Do you even have a reason to? Why can't you just act like a rational human being for once?!"

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow in cold mockery, calmly blocking each of Cloud's attacks. "Perhaps because I am not-"

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Cloud interrupted, his sword throwing sparks against Masamune as they clashed. "You're not a god, and if you're a monster it's only because of the things you choose to do!"

He threw a vicious series of strikes against Sephiroth's defence. Again and again, and as always every single slash was parried with careless efficiency... but no more than that.

Sephiroth wasn't fighting back.

The venom drained out of Cloud's attacks, until he eventually he stopped completely. He lowered his weapon, letting the tip of the blade drop to the ground.

"Are you done?" Sephiroth asked evenly.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. What do you even want from me?"

"Hmm. I think I would like to watch your spirit break."

"I liked it better when you just wanted to murder me," Cloud said with an empty mockery of a smile.

Sephiroth smirked. Cloud made it so easy, after all. Sephiroth had barely done anything; this time it was Cloud alone who had worked himself into his misery, dredging up his own guilt and bitterness at the slightest prompting. All of this - Light, hope - it only made the pain more unbearable for him. Oh, yes, Sephiroth had never lied about that.

Cloud didn't resist when Sephiroth stepped in close, fisting a hand into blond spikes and tilting Cloud's head back.

"I hate you," Cloud said quietly.

"Good."

Sephiroth kissed him, and Cloud yielded. Sephiroth's arms wrapped around him, less an embrace and something more like a prison. Cloud hated how warm, how soft and human Sephiroth's lips felt against his own, but it didn't stop him from kissing back with equal intensity.

He didn't object when his sword was levered out of his grip and cast carelessly aside. Masamune vanished somewhere as well, but Cloud wasn't paying enough attention to be certain.

When Sephiroth pulled away, there was something calculating and callous in his eyes. "If that Cetra is alive in one of these worlds... perhaps I should find her and kill her again?"

Ah, now there was that spark of fury and defiance Sephiroth so enjoyed crushing.

Cloud snarled, fighting to get out of Sephiroth's embrace, hard enough that Sephiroth actually required some effort to keep him in place. Cloud immediately regretted letting himself be disarmed so damn easily.

"Never," he swore. "I will never let that happen. Not again, not this time!"

Cloud's wing twitched. It was created of the dark and reacted to the dark, and Cloud's anguish gave it vitality. He always tried to keep it concealed underneath the red cloak he had adopted for just that purpose, but it flared out against his will.

Sephiroth smiled to see it.

"There. Much better, puppet. You can feel the fear now, can't you? The darkness in your heart?" He ran his fingers firmly down the bony ridge at the top of Cloud's wing, making the blond hiss and jerk in his grip. "You will always be mine, and you will always submit to me. This is the proof of that."

"As if!"

Sephiroth continued to feel his way over Cloud's wing. It felt uncomfortably sensitive, almost alien. Cloud had done his utmost to avoid touching his wing in any way; it surprised him that he could feel anything with it at all, never mind this shivery sort of almost-pleasure. It was a feeling completely at odds with Cloud's simmering resentment.

"You haven't been taking care of this at all, have you?" Sephiroth observed.

Cloud grit his teeth. "What the fuck are you talking about now?"

"Your wing, obviously."

"The hell do you care?"

Cloud's breath caught as Sephiroth pressed down on one of the painful knots.

He had tried to keep the wing folded up and hidden for as long as he'd had it, rarely letting it stretch out. And yeah, it fucking hurt. The muscles in his back and all along the wing protested at being immobilised so much, aching constantly. Moving the thing resulted in painful spasms of pins and needles, though Sephiroth's touch was going a long way to ease the discomfort. It was... like a massage. Firm enough to be almost painful, Sephiroth worked the aches and kinks out with undeniable skill.

Gods, that felt good.

"Tch! Don't think that you can... hnn... just make me forget... what you said about Aerith... by... mmn!"

Sephiroth's fingers had found the joint where wing met flesh, the part that ached most of all, and Cloud was embarrassed by how loudly the contact made him moan. Sephiroth massaged the join in firm circles, undoing the months worth of tension. He smirked at the distant glaze in Cloud's eyes.

"The girl is no threat to me here. I have no cause to harm her... unless you give me one."

Distant he may have been, but Cloud could still pull off a piercing glower. "Since when have you needed an excuse?"

Sephiroth just smirked and dug his nails into the tender muscle of Cloud's wing joint.

Cloud choked, hissing with the sudden pain. "Bastard!"

"Always," Sephiroth agreed. He took the pressure off and rubbed gently over the abused area.

Cloud slumped forward with a groan and a sigh, closing the already tiny gap between them. His head ended up resting on Sephiroth's shoulder.

"Good boy," Sephiroth purred. He wrapped his own wing around Cloud possessively, letting the feathers brush against Cloud's bare arms. The soft caress made Cloud shiver. "You belong to me. Remember that, Cloud, and I will find no fault with you."

"You really ought to get those issues of yours checked out," Cloud deadpanned.

Still, who was he to talk? Cloud was the one who ended up in bed with his supposed arch-nemesis on a regular basis. And enjoyed it far more than he should have. They were both pretty messed up, at the end of everything. Maybe Sephiroth was exactly what he deserved.

Sephiroth just kissed him again. Deeper and harder than before, laced with a possessiveness and passion that sent heat flaring in Cloud's veins. Cloud returned the kiss with fervour, every bit as hot and insistent.

The touches against his wing felt good, but they weren't inherently sexual. This kiss most definitely was. Experiencing the combination of the two sensations together, though, that was... Gaia. Cloud knew he was moaning against Sephiroth's lips and he didn't care.

They finally broke away from each other, panting.

A flicker of movement caught Cloud's eye. The black mass behind Sephiroth's shoulder, feathers rustling slightly as his wing twitched.

"Does it feel good for you as well? The, uh, wing thing?" Cloud felt his face heat even as he asked the question. There was no harm in being curious; it was obvious by now where this encounter was going to go. But he was still ashamed at how easily he accepted it nowadays.

"It does," Sephiroth acknowledged, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I have had some experience with it."

Cloud almost laughed to himself at that, because something in Sephiroth's tone and the suggestive look to his half-lidded eyes make Cloud think Sephiroth was... almost saying he touched his wing as he masturbated, or something. Then his amusement faded, replaced by a rush of heat. Sephiroth touching his wing as he masturbated. Wow, that was a nice mental image.

Cloud swallowed hard.

He reached up and hesitantly carded his fingers through the feathers. They got caught once or twice, but Sephiroth only seemed to enjoy the little tugs even more. Cloud repeated the movement with more confidence, and Sephiroth practically purred.

"Good, puppet."

Cloud gasped as Sephiroth returned the favour. Cloud's wing didn't have feathers, and the thick membrane didn't feel much of anything at all, but that was made up for with how damn sensitive the joint seemed to be as Sephiroth stroked over it.

"Now, is having a wing so terrible?"

"Uhhn..." Logically, Cloud thought the fact that the wing was a physical embodiment of darkness probably trumped the slight benefit of an extra erogenous zone... but logic was hard to come by when Sephiroth was massaging said erogenous zone in a very suggestive manner.

Sephiroth smirked and nipped at Cloud's throat, feeling Cloud's growing hardness pressed against his hip. "Shall we take this to bed, Cloud?"

"What, you're actually asking? That makes a change." Sadly, his voice was a little too breathy to convey the full weight of his intended sarcasm.

Sephiroth huffed a short laugh. "Hold tight," he murmured against Cloud's ear. A portal flared into existence behind him, and Sephiroth pulled them both into the darkness before Cloud had a chance to protest.

Travelling through the dark paths was not something Cloud had ever done before, and not something he ever wanted to repeat. It felt much the same way the tentacles had tasted, which was to say extremely unpleasant and deeply disturbing.

He shuddered as the portal released them. Sephiroth must have seen the look of distaste on Cloud's face, because he smirked and kissed him hard again to wipe the expression away.

"Where are we?" Cloud asked, the question almost lost against Sephiroth's lips.

"My room."

Well, it was a room. Still in the Underworld, but it had been fitted out comfortably enough for a temporary stay. The furniture was minimal and mostly utilitarian, but there were drawers and chairs, a mostly empty bookshelf, a stand for Masamune, and a bed.

Cloud blinked, then lapsed into a wry smile. Sephiroth usually took him wherever he found him, which resulted in most of their couplings taking place in desolate corners of the Underworld, or the dark back alleys of Thebes on the occasions Cloud left through the Coliseum and went out into the city beyond. Sex in an actual bed was not a luxury he was often afforded.

Nor was this. Their clothes came off with careless haste; Cloud couldn't even tell which of them had started that, but when Sephiroth was naked and pressed up against him it hardly mattered. Cloud drank in the heady feeling, the heated contact of skin against skin. He hadn't realised how much he missed it in their usual half-clothed affairs.

Hands grasped insistently at each other. Sephiroth spread his fingers out over Cloud's chest, rubbing his thumbs in teasing circles over peaked nipples. Cloud wrapped his arms around Sephiroth's shoulders in return.

The position put his hands against Sephiroth's back, and Cloud absently wondered if Sephiroth's wing joint was as sensitive as his own. He ran one hand along the pinion and in towards Sephiroth's shoulder again, running his finger through the feathers.

Sephiroth tensed, his eyes narrowing shut as he hissed with pleasure. Apparently it was. So Cloud returned the favour, massaging over the joint with one hand much the same as Sephiroth had done to his wing earlier. The other hand he used to stroke through the soft, shorter tertial feathers.

"Enough, Cloud," Sephiroth breathed.

Cloud purred and didn't stop.

"Enough."

The next thing Cloud knew he was slammed up against the wall, almost winded by the sudden impact. His arms were pinned above his head, Sephiroth's hand a vice around his wrists, and his body was pinned just as firmly by Sephiroth's hips against his own. Cloud's wing fluttered weakly, uncomfortably trapped.

Sephiroth's mouth hovered over his, and Cloud could feel the harsh breaths against his lips. But Sephiroth didn't kiss him. He ducked his head lower, and Cloud groaned when Sephiroth bit down on his exposed throat. Sephiroth's other hand settled on Cloud's ass in a possessive grip.

Cloud filed that piece of information away in the back of his head. Touching Sephiroth's wing got him riled up.

"On the bed," Sephiroth demanded. "I want you on your knees."

Sephiroth released him, and there wasn't any hesitation as Cloud obeyed the command. He scrambled onto the bed and knelt upright, glancing back over his shoulder.

Cloud found himself immediately embraced from behind, his back pressed against Sephiroth's chest once again and Sephiroth's erection nestled against his ass. Cloud's breath caught at the feel of that. His eyes fluttered shut as Sephiroth's mouth found his throat again, teasing with teeth and tongue in turn. Cloud got the feeling he was going to be walking around with a collar of vivid, purple-red hickeys the next morning; it wouldn't be the first time.

There was a touch against his thigh, feather-light and teasing. Literally feather-light. Sephiroth had curled his wing around Cloud, brushing it against the front of his body. The repeated the action, over Cloud's stomach, against his sides, on the insides of his thighs. The soft, tantalising caresses made Cloud's muscles tremble, sending shivers of lust rushing through him.

The feathers stroked against Cloud's cock, and Cloud felt himself twitch. His hips rolled up, humping the air in a futile plea for more stimulation. He wasn't used to this teasing - their encounters were usually rough and hasty, violent. Drawn-out, gentle touches were something new, and it was driving him mad. He didn't know how to deal with gentleness.

"More," Cloud demanded. It was definitely a demand, even if his voice had broken in the middle of the word.

Sephiroth smirked. "What do you say, Cloud?"

He was reluctant to say it at first, but then the tip of the wing brushed over Cloud's cock again, and no, that was definitely not a whimper that he made. "Please," he gasped.

Sephiroth didn't relent to Cloud's plea though, thoroughly enjoying how he could make Cloud tremble with the slightest touch. The wing was useful in more than one way, it seemed.

Cloud hissed. He couldn't take much more of the teasing, and he wasn't going to be reduced to begging so easily. Instead he tilted his head back and, though the angle was awkward, he managed to bite down hard on Sephiroth's throat.

That got a reaction. Cloud was abruptly shoved forward, ending up braced on his elbows, face buried in the sheets and ass presented almost obscenely. Sephiroth's hand clamped around the back of his neck, pinning him in place.

The other hand was on his ass again. Sephiroth spread him open, only adding to the lewdness of Cloud's position. He ran a finger over Cloud's entrance and Cloud moaned in anticipation and encouragement. He almost protested as Sephiroth's touch vanished, but it faded into a hiss as he felt cold, slick gel being drizzled out onto him.

That was another benefit of doing this in an actual bedroom. Sephiroth's room was apparently stocked with lube.

Sephiroth worked two fingers inside Cloud, stretching him open with suggestive little humping motions. It didn't take long before Cloud was panting, pressing his hips back into the delicious contact. Sephiroth withdrew, not bothering with any more preparation than that. Cloud didn't want it and he didn't need it.

Cloud felt Sephiroth's slicked cock nudge at his entrance and breathed in sharply.

"Tell me what you want, Cloud."

The same breath rushed out again in a heavy groan of impatience. "I want you to stop being an asshole."

Sephiroth only laughed. He rubbed against Cloud's hole, but didn't give him any more stimulation than that, not even when Cloud pushed his ass up in the most delightfully shameless manner.

Cloud grit his teeth. "Fuck me. I want... I want you to fuck me."

"Better." Sephiroth thrust into Cloud in one firm, smooth movement, steady and unrelenting until he was seated deep inside that deliciously tight, hot ass. Cloud cried out as he was penetrated. His wing snapped out in an involuntary response and something clattered off the bedside table and on to the ground, but neither of them cared.

"Fuck..." Cloud breathed. He squirmed, ass twitching as he readjusted himself to the feeling of being impaled by Sephiroth's substantial length. It ached; a dull, throbbing burn. But it ached in the best way possible.

It felt even better when Sephiroth moved.

This was more like their usual affairs now, and Cloud felt a thrill at the rough handling. Sephiroth still had that hand on his neck, pinning him down, and the other held on to his hip. Both were holding him with a harsh, iron grip. Cloud was going to have bruises.

Sephiroth rammed into him, over and over, and Cloud groaned.

"Nng... fuck, Sephiroth, harder!"

Harder. Harder and deeper and more, until Cloud lost his mind with it, because that was the only way to drown out everything else. Guilt and loss and darkness, none of that mattered any more. Just Sephiroth.

Cloud's hands fisted into the sheets.

"Good boy," Sephiroth purred approvingly in his ear. "You belong to me."

Cloud's only response was to moan as Sephiroth fucked him fiercely. The thrusts were hard enough to mix pain into the overwhelming pleasure. Gods. When had Cloud started to get off so much on Sephiroth hurting him? He loved it like this.

Cloud's eyes rolled back, every ram from behind sending frissions of pure heat to his aching cock.

Sephiroth dipped his head low, and Cloud could feel the silver strands brushing against him, sticking to his sweat-slick sides. Then he felt Sephiroth's mouth hot against his wing. Cloud couldn't hold back the whimper that burst from his lips.

"Se-seph..."

Sephiroth grazed his teeth harshly against the sensitive wing joint, and Cloud's cock twitched.

"Oh, fuck," Cloud groaned. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer; not like this, not with Sephiroth seeming to take advantage of every sexual weakness he possessed.

"Do you want to come, Cloud?"

He could feel each word breathed against his overheated skin. Sephiroth's hand shifted from his neck up into his hair, fisting into the spikes there and yanking his head back. The tug sent an intoxicating thrill of pain and pleasure straight to Cloud's groin, making him cry out. "Nng... please!"

Sephiroth's cock was hitting that perfect spot inside him every time now, sending white-hot bursts of pleasure burning through his veins. He reached a hand back to grasp himself tightly, stroking in time with Sephiroth's deep, rapid thrusts. Oh, gods, he wanted to come.

Cloud could practically hear the smirk in Sephiroth's short, breathy laugh. Then Sephiroth bit down on Cloud's shoulder, right on the wing joint, slamming in hard at the same time. Cloud screamed. His whole body tensed and trembled, and one last firm stroke of his cock pushed him over the edge.

He spurted out between his fingers, thick strings of his seed staining the sheets below him. Sephiroth kept fucking him through his orgasm, savouring the feel of Cloud's ass trembling around him.

"Mmmn..." Cloud moaned softly, still enjoying the sensation even as he came down from his high. He clenched himself around Sephiroth's cock and was rewarded with a deep groan. Cloud did it again, and this time Sephiroth cursed.

His rhythm faltered to a halt, buried to the hilt in Cloud's gorgeous ass. Cloud could the hard flesh inside him twitching as Sephiroth released, spilling semen out into the deepest part of him. Marking him from the inside, and Cloud shivered at the thought.

Eventually Sephiroth sighed, slowly easing his softened member out of Cloud's body. Now released, Cloud collapsed down on his side on the bed, curving round to avoid the wet patch of his own creation. Gaia, having a bed was nice. He felt too boneless to move at all, sinking down into the mattress as his breaths gradually began to even out.

To Cloud's surprise, Sephiroth followed his lead. He pulled the dirty top sheet out of the way entirely, then lay down next to Cloud. Cloud tensed. But Sephiroth only tangled their legs together, both of them on their sides facing each other.

"...I could learn to like the wing," Cloud finally admitted, needing to say something to break the silence. He wasn't used to this sort of... post-coital intimacy.

Sephiroth just smirked, brushing the curve of his lips along Cloud's jawline. The feathers of his wing brushed against Cloud as well, settling over him like a living blanket.

"Sephiroth...?"

"Hush now, puppet."

Cloud hushed, but his mind was racing. Was he really doing this? Lying in bed with Sephiroth, in his arms? Sephiroth didn't snuggle. Cloud didn't snuggle either, yet that felt a lot like what they were doing.

Life made an awful lot more sense when they just were trying to kill each other.

"You're still a bastard," Cloud offered half-heartedly.

Sephiroth curled a possessive arm around Cloud's waist. "Always," he agreed.