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“Oh man! What is with these letters?!”
Laid out on the lounge table were piles and piles of letters. Fan letters. All belonging to the 1st Class SOLDIERs—you included.
They were all neatly sorted according to the color of the ribbon holding them together: red was certainly for Genesis; purple was, no doubt, for Angeal; green was definitely for Sephiroth; blue was undoubtedly for Zack; and (favorite color) was absolutely for you. You were thankful that the mailman, at least, had the courtesy to organize the letters according to your representative colors.
“Oh my, my, my . . . and the ribbons come in our colors, too,” Genesis remarked, his eyes sparkling with mock glee. “Looks like I need to give my regards to the mailman for neatly sorting my admirers’ letters.”
Beside him, Angeal grunted, sifting through his own pile with furrowed brows. “I just wish these young women would put their time and effort into pursuing their dreams, you know,” he tutted, shaking his head. “There’s so much more they could do than waste their precious time on us.”
“Ah, but my friend, you are their dream,” Genesis snickered, giving him a slight, teasing nudge on the shoulder. Angeal shot him an unamused look.
Zack, on the other hand, was having a ball. Although he was initially shocked at the copious amount of letters his fan club had written to him, it didn’t take long for him to loosen up and enjoy reading the contents of each letter.
“’Zack, you are certainly the FAIR-est of them all!’” the raven-haired youth read aloud, cackling at the cheesiness of the pun. “’Will you go out with me?’ Man, I didn’t know my fans were this funny and forward!” With each letter he opened and read, his laughs only grew louder and louder—at least until Angeal decided to give him a light smack on the head.
Meanwhile, you stayed glued to your seat, wordlessly staring at the gargantuan stack of fan mail before you. You definitely knew that you had your own fan club, but you never would’ve guessed you’d have so many fans pining after you. Gulping, you peered at the man seated beside you—your boyfriend, Sephiroth.
His fan letters remained untouched; he was paying an unusual amount of attention to your stack instead of his. Behind his cool, cat-like gaze burned the brimming fire of jealousy, threatening to come alive and swallow your fan letters whole in a raging inferno. Having known him for years, you knew better than to be fooled by his veneer of aloofness, for beneath his layers of coolness and professionalism was a passionately covetous man.
Sensing the growing tension, you gave his back a soft caress, a subtle yet effective attempt to calm the green-eyed monster within him. Soon enough, you felt his tense muscles relax. “Hey, Seph,” you murmured in his ear, “they’re just fan letters. Don’t take them too seriously.”
He glanced at you, his expression softening—a beautiful, heartwarming sight only you, Angeal, Genesis, and Zack had the luck of witnessing. Taking your words to heart, he nodded and exhaled in relief. Satisfied, the two of you basked in each other’s silence for a while until your eyes landed on Sephiroth’s stack of fan mail.
“Seph, aren’t you going to read your letters?” you asked curiously. Deep down, you wanted to know what his fans had written to him. You were positive majority of the letters were love confessions from smitten girls who thought they had a chance with the legendary war hero.
Too bad for them. He had eyes for you and for you only.
“Hm, you said it yourself,” Sephiroth replied, cocking his head towards the letters. “They’re just letters from fans—they’re nothing important. Your words are what matter the most to me.”
You gasped, feeling your cheeks burn and your heart skip a beat at his words. Sephiroth smirked, clearly amused at your reaction. Such a tease!
“Well, that’s certainly true. . . ,” you conceded. “But . . . I’m honestly dying to know what they’ve written to you.”
“Why? Are you jealous?” he teased, his devilish smirk intensifying. Oh, he was definitely trying to embarrass you now! You hated it when he did this to you out of nowhere. Well, two can play this game, Sephy! you thought, deciding to retaliate.
“Well, not really,” you responded haughtily, crossing your arms. “You’re practically a smitten kitten towards me.” You made sure to put emphasis on the word kitten, knowing how much it ticked him to be likened to a feline.
At your mention of the K-word, his smirk disappeared and he sighed. “I never would’ve expected you, of all people, to stoop that low, ______,” Sephiroth said, feigning a look of disappointment.
You chuckled. “That’s what you get when you tease me, Seph.”
He snorted at that. “Well then, since you insisted, I’ll be reading all of these letters aloud.”
“Wait—for real?!”
You jumped, not expecting Zack to intrude into your conversation. The boy’s outburst seemed to have caught Angeal’s and Genesis’s attentions as well.
“Dear Zack, would you mind using your inside voice?” complained Genesis, rubbing his temples as if he were suffering a migraine. “We’re at Shinra, not at the zoo.”
“But Sephiroth says he’s going to read his fan mail out loud!” Zack exclaimed, his sky-blue eyes shining with excitement. “I’m curious to hear what his fans think of him!”
“Oh my, is that true, Sephiroth?” The sly redhead glanced at his silver-haired friend, his cerulean eyes glinting with amusement. “Will you finally reveal to us the deepest, darkest desires of your admirers?” Genesis joked. Oh, how badly he wanted to hear the juicy details inscribed in those letters, something he could use against Sephiroth the next time they spar.
Sephiroth shot him a look. “Be quiet, Genesis.”
“Come on, open the first letter already!” you prodded, impatient. With a heavy sigh, Sephiroth ripped the envelope open and unfolded the letter, fearing the worst.
“Damn, Seph, your fangirls are kinda scary. . . .”
Zack shuddered, having just finished reading a particular paragraph in which the writer described her rather . . . grotesque fantasy involving leather, chains, whips, shackles, and knives and asserted her claim over the silver-haired male, threatening to kill off any competition that would get in her way. Angeal had fallen silent, unable to comprehend how a person with such a twisted mind could exist. Genesis was speechless as well, and for once, he was thankful to Minerva that he wasn’t as popular as Sephiroth was. Even Sephiroth seemed to have gotten several shades paler than he usually was.
“Okaaaaaay,” you spoke up, still shivering from the letter’s R-18 content. “That was . . . an intense one, to say the least.”
“I think ‘intense’ may be an understatement here, _____,” Genesis corrected you, looking very pained by what he had just experienced. “I don’t think any war could ever scar me as much as this letter has.”
“Unfortunately, there’s still one letter left, guys,” sighed Zack. “Let’s just hope this one’s better than the previous one . . . or at least less disturbing.” He worriedly glanced over at Sephiroth. “Can you handle one last letter, Seph?”
“Zack, I think that’s enough,” Angeal sighed, palming his face.
For a moment, Sephiroth was unresponsive. It was clear that the letter had disturbed him, too, and he was convinced no amount of intimidation or torture could ever match the mental torment the letter had just subjected him to. Frankly, he’d rather a Wutai warrior split his body in half.
Nonetheless, he managed an affirmative grunt. “I’ll read it,” he said simply. Any shred of dignity he may have had before was nowhere to be found now. It was best to just get on and be done with it. Ripping the envelope apart, Sephiroth unfolded the last letter and read it out loud:
Dear Sephiroth,
You are honestly the hottest man I have ever seen! And you are so respectful and so, so nice! And if Shinra were to hire more hot SOLDIERs like you, we wouldn’t have violence anymore! Your face could probably singlehandedly bring peace between Midgar and Wutai, like, goddamn!!! You could step on me and I’d say thank you! And most importantly, I just want you to know that I will willingly go down on my knees for you and give you the best sloppy-toppy you’ll ever experience in your entire life ‘cause YOU DESERVE IT and, on behalf of the Silver Elite, we thank you for your service!!!!
XOXO,
Your #1 Fangirl
“’Sloppy-toppy’?” Sephiroth repeated, his thin silver brows knitting together in confusion. “What does that mean?”
“That’s got to be the strangest word I have ever heard in my entire life,” Genesis muttered, scratching his head. “Is that some kind of obscure Midgardian delicacy or something?” He turned to Angeal. “How about you? Does that sound familiar, Ange?”
Angeal shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. And please don’t call me that.”
Contrary to the three other SOLDIERs, you and Zack knew the meaning of the term very well—what with you being a resident of the slums and Zack being well-versed in modern slang. The way your other companions had said the word so casually was truly the icing on the cake. And right now, it was taking all of your willpower not to break into juvenile laughter. Your attempts did not go unnoticed by the three of them, however.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Genesis snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the both of you. “The two of you know what it means, don’t you?”
That was it for the two of you. Unable to hold it back anymore, you and Zack burst into raucous laughter, even catching the attention of the nearby SOLDIERs. Angeal was shocked, Genesis looked offended, and Sephiroth appeared incredibly displeased.
“Are you guys serious?” you cackled, clutching your aching stomach. “Your—ha ha ha!—expressions were so—ha ha ha ha!—priceless!”
“Ha ha ha ha! You guys just sounded like boomers!” added Zack while slapping the lounge table repeatedly, clearly getting a kick out of the situation. Your laughing session persisted until the two of you were nothing but gasping and wheezing messes.
Having finally calmed down, you clutched your belly and tried to catch your breath. On the other hand, Zack looked close to passing out—a surprising and rare sight for someone like him with an absurd amount of energy that could probably power up an entire city like Midgar. All of that laughter seemed to have expended a great deal of his energy.
Of course, you didn’t fail to notice that Angeal, Genesis, and Sephiroth were still staring at the both of you like you’d grown three heads. Letting out one last snort, you shook the weakened Zack beside you. “Hey, get yourself together, Zack,” you said, trying to bite back a smile.
“Ohhhh!” the brunet moaned, stretching his body. “Man, I’ve never laughed so hard like this in my entire life! Never, I swear!”
“Ahem! Are the two of you done?” An irritated Genesis from across the table tried to catch both of your attention; you could tell he was getting impatient now. “If the both of you could just tell us what the damn word means, that would be great.”
You shook your head, smirking. “I think it’s best that you guys don’t know at all.”
“Yeah,” Zack agreed, nodding rather animatedly. “You guys really don’t want to know.”
With the sandman not wanting to put you to sleep yet, you lay in your bed, recalling the events that had transpired hours ago.
Much to the chagrin of the other three SOLDIERs—Sephiroth especially, whom you could tell had been dying to know what the word meant—you and Zack kept your lips sealed on the whole “sloppy-toppy” thing. It was not something the both of you could discuss in public without either blushing or breaking into immature laughter.
You felt your lips curl into a tiny smile at the thought of telling them. How would they react? You could only imagine Angeal’s comically appalled expression and Genesis’s devious smirk.
But most importantly—how would Sephiroth react?
Was he going to be stoic about it, pretend it was not a big deal? Or was he going to blush, knowing that it was something you had done for him many times, particularly when he was stressed and overwhelmed?
Personally, you liked the latter scenario better. Sephiroth turning red was not a sight you saw often. So when that cute, flustered side of him did emerge, you made sure to savor it as much as you could.
Knock, knock, knock.
You frowned, directing your attention to your room door. Who on earth would be visiting you at such an ungodly hour? Shaking your head, you left the comfort of your bed and made a beeline for the door. You opened it to see . . .
. . . Sephiroth standing outside, dressed in his nightwear.
“Sephiroth?” you gasped, eyes wide. “What are you doing here so late at night?
Sephiroth showing up at your doorstep at such a late time was uncharacteristic of him; he had made it a habit to retire to his quarters early when there was no more paperwork left to be done.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes taking on a ravenous gleam as they scanned you up and down. You blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious—your current garb consisted of only a flimsy white tank top and black pajama shorts; you hadn’t had the time to put on a robe. Your outfit was nothing particularly glamorous or racy, but it was enough to make Sephiroth’s mind wander into inappropriate places.
Noticing his distraction, you cleared your throat, making him jolt back to reality. Good. “What are you doing here?” you asked again, crossing your arms—whether it was out of habit or embarrassment over his perverted leering, you didn’t know.
As usual, Sephiroth went straight to the point. “I’m here to talk about that certain little word whose meaning you won’t tell me.”
Your mouth dropped, not believing what you were hearing. “W-wait, are you serious?” you blurted, mouth still agape. “You came all the way to my room just so you could ask me what that word means?
“Yes.”
“. . . Oh my fucking—” You ran a hand across your face, unable to take the incredulity of the situation. As pragmatic and mature as Sephiroth might’ve been, sometimes the man had a funny way of solving his problems.
Sighing, you beckoned him in—this was a conversation for closed doors. The silver-haired man complied, shutting the door behind him. You sat on your bed, and he took his place beside you.
“Seph, does it really matter if you know what it means?” you questioned, a teasing smile on your face. “It’s just a funny word—nothing really important.” You cupped his face tenderly; you felt him tense for a bit before he relaxed, melting into your touch.
“Tell me anyway,” he persisted, his beautiful mako-green eyes gazing at you softly. “Doesn’t matter if it means something foolish.”
You snorted, dropping your hand from his face. He was unrelenting even outside the battlefield. “You’re really desperate, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t have come here if I weren’t.”
Well, if you say so, you mused darkly. You were going to relish this experience. Greatly. What Sephiroth wants, Sephiroth gets.
Feeling bold now, you leaned in—much to his surprise—so close you could feel his wispy breath tickle your skin. “Well then, Seph,” you murmured, placing both of your hands on his sturdy shoulders, “since you’re so persistent . . .”—you hovered over to his left ear, lips almost touching his earlobe—"you don’t mind if I show you instead of telling you, right?”
At your words, you felt his body shiver slightly in anticipation, and you thought you just heard his breath hitch slightly. There it was, emerging from the depths of impassivity and aloofness, the hidden side of your lover that you liked so much: the hot and bothered Sephiroth that took whatever you gave him. And while you enjoyed his strong, domineering self just as much, watching him let go of his inhibitions and fall apart while you pleasured him proved to be highly addictive for you.
Unable to help yourself, you nibbled at his earlobe and let your hands trail downward, coaxing a strangled grunt from his lips. Your hands flew over to the buttons of his shirt, swiftly releasing them from confinement.
“Is this what that word means?” you heard him sigh as you pried his shirt open, exposing his rock-hard upper body. “Another euphemism for lovemaking?”
You chuckled. “No, not quite, Seph. Just be patient—you’ll find out soon enough.”
You assaulted his neck next. Your wet tongue smoothed over his Adam’s apple, and you finished it off with a teasing suck at the skin right beneath his jaw, eliciting a guttural growl that made you wet in between the legs.
You felt your lips curl into a sly smirk. Looks like it was time to take things to the next level.
Cradling his beautiful face in your hands, you pulled him in for a hot, passionate kiss, which he eagerly returned. You placed your hands on his shoulders once more, fingers rubbing along the musculature. While your tongues met and clashed in a lustful battle, you began steadily pushing him down onto your bed.
Giving him one last peck on the lips, you hovered over him, drinking in the erotic sight before you.
There he lay beneath you, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed; his magnificent silver hair haloing around his head and his shirt barely covering his ripped torso. It was a sight that made you want to moan.
Remembering that you had a promise to keep, you—painfully—tore your gaze away from his body and met his yearning eyes. “Are you ready to find out what it means, love?” you crooned, putting a sensual lilt to your voice.
Sephiroth leered at you, an impish smile on his lips. “Yes.”
Pleased at his answer, you trailed a hand across his torso, fingers playfully tracing every dip and curve along the way. You observed in delight as his body arched and his hips gave a small upward thrust.
“_____,” he panted, his eyes shut and his face twisted in pleasure, “just get on with it.”
“Shhh.” You pecked his lips once more. “Almost there, Seph,” you reassured him, shooting him a sweet, loving look.
Your hand kept going southward until it finally met the waistband of his pajama pants. You pulled the troublesome garment down—along with his underwear—freeing his hardness at last. You watched it spring up excitedly, its tip red and beading with pre-cum.
You glanced at him, eyes meeting his desperate, smoldering ones. “I think you know what’s coming next, love,” you giggled.