Disclamer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts I or II, Final Fantasy, the characters or any of the ideas. I wish I did. At least I have my dreams...

Summary: Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Emotions are something new to everyone. And Loz- for once- has an answer to a complicated question.

Some people would try to illiterate and explain their views on beauty. What is beauty? Is beauty truly skin deep?

Those are philosophical conundrums that people with way too much time on their hands, insecurity, and slight self-hate think about. He wasn't really… built to think of such things. He was built to solve practical problems and issues. Like say when some men were trying to kill him and his brothers what did he do? He punched and hurt and killed. See? - Practical problem. When his brothers were wrapped around him and complaining of the cold of night what did he do? He wrapped his arms around them and they all snuggled together.

That he could do.

Loz, however, already had a practical answer to the philosophical question. Beauty was a man and that man was God (in his eyes at least.)

The one-winged Devil of an Angel; the man who held such strength, such intelligence, such wit disguised with a smirk. He was his Adonis- the man he worshipped. Mother.. Mother didn't hold all his devotion- not anymore. There was already Sephiroth and with Sephiroth he didn't feel like a clone. With him he felt… pleasure.

Happiness.

Passion.

Lust.

There were so many foreign emotions that, truthfully, had scared him when 'it' first began. The silver-haired younger clutched his heart one time and accused Sephiroth of being too sweet after they had engaged in a rather fierce lip-lock.

His angel merely laughed and said he wouldn't give Loz another heart attack.

When his pants felt a little too tight one afternoon as the lips ran down his body and torso, leaving small bites and tracing patterns with that sinful tongue he'd thought that somehow- someway his penis had grown smaller and the tight leather had shrunk up to change with the new size.

His angel had gone lower and told him through licks and sucks and bobs of his head that it was merely an erection and his member was still its full 10 inches- rather 11 and a half inches at the state it was in- and it had grown rather than shrunk.

When he got sad over the fact that maybe they couldn't find Mother, the arms that encircled his waist and the voice that whispered in his ear flooded him with that familiar warm buzzing that was happiness.

So what was beauty?

Beauty was Sephiroth. Beauty was emotions. Beauty was... their relationship. It was beautiful from the quiet nothings they whispered to each other to the blissful moans and cries that slipped past their lips from those steamy nights.

Or… At least that was what Loz's philosophy.