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Christina Perri - A Thousand Years

courtingdestruction:

ablackwing replied to your post: “Chaos,” came the purr from the SOLDIER as he…

There was an arch and a purr on the argent monster’s behalf at the sensation before curling his arms around the WEAPON, nuzzling his face into the other’s shoulder. “You’ll make me blush, talking like that.”

“It’s true, though.”

      “Chaos..”

   He couldn’t say it, but his fingers gently beat a tempo of their own against the other’s skin while nuzzling his face into the other’s shoulder once more with soft purrs of noise. He always enjoyed having the other close enough to touch and this was no different.

courtingdestruction:

Even just a fleeting touch was enough to have Chaos arching sharply as though to escape from Sephiroth’s hand, loud hiss spitting from between bared teeth. Not an angry sound, oh no, more a shocked response at such deliberate tactics to have his arousal spike, wings flaring out behind him so suddenly that he would have toppled off Sephiroth had his lover not already thought to wind an arm around him to keep him close.

“Now that was evil.” Is the quiet growl muttered against delectable flesh as he ducks down to suck at Sephiroth’s pulse point. He’s not complaining, not at all, but there’s a glint in swiftly darkening eyes that promises repayment for such a play on one of the most sensitive areas of his body. He might have a scar, but Sephiroth has a wings-slit, and he has every intention of tormenting it

      “You enjoyed it,” came the sultry murmuring from Sephiroth’s mouth, breathing in the smells of arousal from Chaos and if those long legs tilted into a faster, quicker stride, then surely it was nothing but eagerness on his behalf. But soon enough they were sweeping into the bedroom kept illuminated by Mako orbs, the dim illumination soothing to the sensitive eyes of the General as he shifted forward now. Only when his legs impacted the side of the bed did Sephiroth finally allow himself to lean forward, head tossing about at the sensation of Chaos’s mouth on his flesh.

              “Nnh— .. Chaos—”

       The name of the WEAPON was a breathy, heady thing for him and he gasped out softly, fingers shifting across the spot. Only after a shove of them further up onto the mattress did Sephiroth rear up and away from Chaos’s body, struggling out of his jacket. The belts were absent today as well, leaving him to lean over the older male wearing naught more than boots and pants and gloves. Bending his head downwards, he bit into the WEAPON’s throat, white teeth sinking against skin hematite gray in shade and oh so supple beneath his mouth.

courtingdestruction:

ablackwing:

courtingdestruction:

“I want.”

   A shuddering exhale, eyes closing as back arched and he was reaching up to grip at the other’s neck before there was only a snarling growl and the dragon whipped around to lunge for the WEAPON. It wasn’t often when Sephiroth’s control over himself wavered so strongly; in truth, this was a rare thing indeed. The man kept himself wrapped up in willpower and self-control so tightly that one could’ve choked a behemoth on it.

   But it was his mouth pressing into Chaos’s now as he pulled the other closer, teeth seeking to bite and tug at the softness of those grey lips; so too did his tongue lap at the soft sweetness of the WEAPON’s mouth, leaving him to clutch tightly at narrow hips with strong, large hands.

Husky laughter drops to a low rumble as delicate flesh splits open beneath the delightfully vicious assault, ignoring the blood welling to stain his lips red in favour of nipping at his lover’s tongue before sucking in a manner that should have been restricted to his mouth being firmly closed on something else entirely, hands latching onto broad shoulders with enough force to bruise.

        Up lifted the head of the General as he growled loudly at the suction of his tongue, fingertips digging into Chaos’ hips as he hoisted the smaller male upwards and against his body. True, the inches of difference were not too great, but they remained enough to have him hold the WEAPON close. There were things on Sephiroth’s mind that demanded satisfaction and it was with quick strides he moved without unerring swiftness towards their bedroom. Oh yes, there were things on his mind alright and while one arm held the WEAPON to him, the other was trailing down the other’s back, fingertips daring to play across the scar that rested across the width of the older male’s backside. 

courtingdestruction:

“I want.”

   A shuddering exhale, eyes closing as back arched and he was reaching up to grip at the other’s neck before there was only a snarling growl and the dragon whipped around to lunge for the WEAPON. It wasn’t often when Sephiroth’s control over himself wavered so strongly; in truth, this was a rare thing indeed. The man kept himself wrapped up in willpower and self-control so tightly that one could’ve choked a behemoth on it.

   But it was his mouth pressing into Chaos’s now as he pulled the other closer, teeth seeking to bite and tug at the softness of those grey lips; so too did his tongue lap at the soft sweetness of the WEAPON’s mouth, leaving him to clutch tightly at narrow hips with strong, large hands.

courtingdestruction:

Husky purr rumbles low in his throat, tongue darting out to slide over Sephiroth’s lips as though in request to be granted entrance to his mouth. In truth he’s merely teasing as well as sampling his lover’s taste, hands sliding up so strong digits could lace behind Sephiroth’s neck, though claw tips end up trailing ever so lightly over the skin there.

“Hmmm… I’ll have to keep that in mind for future, then.”

    “Please do,” responded the larger SOLDIER as his mouth remained pressed close to his lover’s, fingers tightening further upon the abused length of the tie that had worked to haul Chaos towards himself. “I certainly wouldn’t object to it.”

     Of course, if Chaos did indeed do so, then he would deal with the SOLDIER staring at him constantly as if to figure out the best way to corner him somewhere mostly private for things that he craved so badly. As it was, his head tilted forward beneath the sensation of those claws, a rumbling growl echoing out of his chest in a bass thunder; distant thunderclaps, he’d heard them called once, and the sound was not at all dissimilar, calling to mind late summer thunderstorms when clouds would build in towering grey and purple over fields of green while a deluge of moisture poured across the grasslands below.

courtingdestruction:

ablackwing replied to your post: “What? It’s rather hot today.”

”.. I didn’t know you wore—” The General’s voice might be a bit strangled there as he stares at his mate, jaw slack for the moment as he stares without hesitation before reaching out to snag that loosened tie and drag the other closer with a growl.

“I’ve been known to ditch the usual leather from time to time, aye.” Something that had rubbed off on him from his time spent with Vincent. The whole ‘once a Turk always a Turk’. Sometimes it was nice to set leather bodysuit while forgoing casual attire. Smirk tugs at his lips, head tipping backward so mischievous eyes can meet his lover’s gaze.

“Am I to assume that you approve, Sephiroth?”

    “Oh yes,” came the purring cadence from the throat of the sterling-threaded dragon. “I approve.”

    His mouth brushed into the WEAPON’s, carefully so, even as his fingers worked the tie into loops about them, holding the other close as a physical assault was played out with Sephiroth’s mouth against Chaos’ own lips, the SOLDIER thrumming in delight at the taste of the older male as he ever did. Perhaps he himself should consider abandoning the leathers more often; but habits long formed were oh so difficult for him to break, after all. He was comfortable within his leathers. At least he’d stopped wearing the armor quite so often.

   ”.. Chaos—?” A yell across the apartment. “Did you shred another couch?” Don’t tell him it was the chicks or the.. Eevee? That was what he thought the small brown dog-like creature that liked to follow him was called. He’d worked so hard on training them.

courtingdestruction:

ablackwing replied to your post: Gods, he was thirsty. How long had it been since…

Glowing pools flickered once, the shifting from long legs bringing him close as fingertips brushed across the WEAPON’s shoulder. “Chaos—? What’s wrong?”

Eyes gleaming brighter with the demand of his thirst flare open, pupils flashing to a thin slash of black in the gold as hearing tunes to the steady beat of a strong heart and nostrils flare to take in the scent of delicious blood flowing throughout the taller body. Wings twitch at the contact of fingertips to his form, but otherwise the WEAPON doesn’t move, muscles pulling taut under jet material as sense wars with instinct. Feed, or refrain. Tear leather aside and sink his fangs deep enough to draw forward arterial blood, shred flesh and muscle alike in a frenzy to drink, kill.

Or refrain, and go hungry…

“I… I thirst,” A swallow and flick of tongue to moisten dry lips, “Badly.”

   Ah.

   He understood those words, knew them, could see the blaze of hunger within Chaos’ eyes. That made him ease closer, hand lifting to press against the other’s cheek in gentle fashion before tilting that proud head of his back, exposing blue veins beneath pale skin, calcite canvas stretched taut upon the column of the man’s throat before Sephiroth spoke, voice pitched soft.

    “Come here, then.”

   It always felt good to give Chaos such a thing - to give sustenance. And losing any quantity of blood wouldn’t bother him in the least.

courtingdestruction replied to your post: April 14th 2013, 6:35:55 pm · 6 minutes ago Now I…

((*whispers* Balthier))

freeflyingpirate replied to your post: April 14th 2013, 6:35:55 pm · 6 minutes ago Now I…

[*whispers* Balthier]

Then you better find me all the references you can for his vest because of the idea I have in mind—

courtingdestruction:

He’s slow in closing what distance there is between them, gaze flicking quickly across features that don’t look quite right - tired perhaps? - then dropping down to Sephiroth’s feet and back up to his face again. No… not… not just tired. Something more. And then he’s within touching distance and infinitely tender claws are reaching out to snag some of the silver hair framing Sephiroth’s face. Hmm…

Nostrils flare with the quiet, deliberate inhale of air, taking in Sephiroth’s scent.

Sick. He’s sick. It clings to him like a second skin, something off and sour. To Chaos it is much akin to curdled milk, though the reason isn’t as harmless. It’s more potent than he’d expect on Sephiroth, and unless he’s mistaken there’s a… slight… hint of… decay in that scent…

Surely he had to be wrong with that. Please, for once in his many years of existence, let him be wrong.

“… You’re sick… aren’t you?”

”.. Sick—? No. No. I’m fine, Chaos, really—..” 

Lies were easy enough to speak of even now in the face of seeing the concern on the features of the golden-eyed WEAPON whom he gazed down towards, hand lifting to cover the other’s for a moment while his lips twitched ever so faintly in an attempt to smile in a reassuring fashion towards the other male. 

“It’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be okay.”

Because if he says that, then surely it must be true. But would the WEAPON even understand the degradation if he explained it to him? Would Chaos be able to understand what it was that his body was going through? The Jenova cells inside of Sephiroth were dying, his body tearing itself apart then and there. He was rotting alive and there was no way to stop it, not truly. Not unless he consumed the cells that another might have, but there was no one alive with pure Jenova cells in them.

No one but one certain blonde. 

courtingdestruction:

ablackwing:

                                                                              ..̀ i̸t̛ ͏h ̡u r͜ ̸t̛ s… it h͘u̶r͠t̛s-͜-.̨.. ̡h ȩ l̵ ̕p me-͝-

“… Sephiroth?” Something was… very… very wrong here.

”.. Chaos—” There was an inhale, slowly done, eyes fluttering momentarily shut and then opening again.