Reposted because apparently it got deleted. >.>
I swear to God, I'm not this cynical about Christmas. But it stands to reason that Sephiroth would be...especially a Heartless Sephiroth.
~*~
Somewhere in the vastness between worlds, a world was celebrating Winter Solstice. Wreaths, holly, trees, lights...there were various religious associations, of course, but it was all basically the same thing. At the time when the winter was at its darkest, the human heart would shine that much brighter to stave it off. It made some children look forward to that frozen, barren time of year that much more, for the garish decorations and decadent feasts they knew were on their way...not to mention the promise of presents. Everyone loved material gain.
Even as the General of Hollow Bastion's military, Sephiroth had never understood Christmas from a child's point of view. Truth be told, he could never remember being a child. He'd wished his subordinates well, of course; given them all the traditional greetings and regards. But Sephiroth had never, in his heart of hearts, grasped the concept of 'Christmas.' But he had always wondered, always been curious as to what maniacal fervor could possibly grip the people so that they strained towards the bitter winter with everything they had.
Now, reshaped into Ansem's creature, he found he no longer cared.
The world he had arrived in was a lively one, made up of quaint villages and hamlets. And here, everywhere he looked, there was a riot of garish color and evergreen foliage, a facade of radiant, clashing, transparent attempts to bolster the human spirit in time of greatest despair.
As the former General glided nonchalantly towards the town, a pale wraith garbed all in black, he resolved that he would break that hope, and let despair come rushing in to overwhelm the village, opening the pathway in their hearts for darkness to set in.
It was what Ansem had ordered...he had told his General that this world would fall before the Heartless one way or another, and left it up to Sephiroth to decide what way that would be.
Raising a hand, Sephiroth closed his eyes, and called upon his vast power. When he had been human, he had been the most powerful warrior in all of Hollow Bastion, his martial and magical prowess unparalleled in the kingdom. As a Heartless, he'd lost a good portion of that magic...anything that wasn't a combat-related or destructive spell had vanished, along with Sephiroth's desire to use them. Though as a trade-off, his destructive powers, fueled by the darkness that was the sum total of his being, had grown exponentially more powerful.
A simple matter, then, to look at the sky, find the brightest star in the firmament, and reach out with his power, to conjure a Meteorain spell that would seem, to the town, to hurtle from the brilliant heavenly object down at it, as if a condemnation from Heaven itself.
As the rocks smashed into the town, exploding into brilliant pillars of destruction as decorations and houses alike were consumed in a holocaust of flame, Sephiroth unsheathed his sword from his waist. Masamune glinted darkly in the firelight, its once-brilliant, polished blade turned black as pitch. Sephiroth finally felt the beginnings of a smile creep onto his face. The same corruption that had transformed him into a creature of darkness had made his blade even deadlier. Now, rather than simple death, it would separate a being's heart from its body and soul, creating new Heartless with every victim it claimed.
And it claimed a great many this night. Each pass of the blade through a screaming, running victim created new Shadows, which Sephiroth would then re-fashion into a stronger Heartless of his choosing and send to bring him more victims.
Some were dragged bodily from the burning buildings...he would never contemplate such needless waste as to have even a single villager perish in the fire. But even those who were rescued from the blazes were no better off; the General's sword slid through them just the same, their features twisting and warping into Shadows as Sephiroth watched.
"Ruthless," came a low, smooth voice behind him as the last writhing villager was impaled on his blade.
Sephiroth turned, refusing to let any of his surprise show as he watched Ansem descend from the skies, pale golden eyes sliding over the carnage with a smile of approval. The General stood at attention, not even flinching when his black clothes transformed into ribbons of darkness that flowed off his smooth, muscular frame. In the blink of an eye, Sephiroth stood in the center of a pool of shadows, naked except for his black leather boots.
The winter air was cool on his naked skin, but the heat from the burning buildings kept him warm...as did the rising heat of his own body. Ansem always had this effect on him...the King of the Heartless had used sex to turn him, and he used sex to maintain power over him, sometimes in the most humiliating fashion possible.
"Truly ruthless," Ansem went on coolly, as if Sephiroth weren't naked in front of him and hardening by the minute. "I was right to send you to do this job. Only you would be cold enough to take these people's most cherished holiday and use it against them. I doubt they'd have been routed so quickly if they hadn't been so completely demoralized by your attack."
Sephiroth said nothing. He stood, and waited. Ansem floated down beside him, the gloves vanishing from his hands as they caressed the soldier's skin, their tan darkness a stark contrast to the paleness of Sephiroth's body. "Your heart...the physical one...is pounding. I can hear the breath in your lungs..." He put his nose to Sephiroth's neck, taking a deep inhalation. "Smell the arousal on you. You want it, don't you?"
The General stayed still. Ansem frowned, and bit the nape of his neck sharply, eliciting a cry of surprise and pain. "Answer me."
"Ye...aaah...yes, your Majesty."
Ansem's hand reached down and gripped Sephiroth's member. His eyes closing, Sephiroth let the Masamune drop from his suddenly-nerveless fingers as Ansem's muscular arms forced him to the ground by one of the blazing buildings. The heat from the fire made Sephiroth flinch, but felt wonderful against the chill of the snow. Reduced to a slave to physical sensations, Sephiroth spread his legs wider for the man atop him, crying out as he felt the hand on his maleness squeeze and jerk, making it pulse and throb.
A ripple of darkness, and Ansem was nude as well, a glorious figure in dark brown against the white snow. Removing his hand, he ground his own thick manhood against Sephiroth's with appreciative grunts, sealing the General's moans of degradation inside him with a brutal, forceful kiss.
Unnoticed by them, the rank and file of newborn Heartless began disappearing, vanishing into the darkness to await the orders of their master.
~*~
Sephiroth couldn't breathe, his throat crammed full of Ansem's manhood. He was still beneath the Heartless King, who was fucking his mouth on the snow with obvious relish, his thighs clamped tight around the General's head as he lay across him, his fingers preparing Sephiroth for the ultimate and final expression of his dominion over him.
He looked down at Sephiroth, pulling his cock free of his General's mouth with a grunt. Turning so that he straddled Sephiroth's chest, he gripped his cock in his hands, completely ignoring the paler man's member as he masturbated, right in front of the slimmer man's face. "Beg for it," he ordered from between gritted teeth. "Beg me to take you, to claim you, or else I'll merely come on your face and leave you unsatisfied."
Sephiroth shook his head. He definitely did NOT want to be left like this. "No...Majesty, please...I beg you...take me, claim me..."
"What do you want me to do? Say it!"
The shame burned a flush in Sephiroth's cheeks as he screamed, "FUCK ME!"
And so Ansem did. Right there, in the middle of the smoldering, empty village, he lifted Sephiroth's legs over his shoulders and rammed his maleness into him, making him scream in unbearable agony. Despite the pain, though, the General's maleness was harder than ever, leaking steaming trails of precome down his shaft, into his silver pubes, and onto his muscular abdomen. While he waited for Sephiroth to acclimatize to his thick girth, Ansem leaned down and lapped, almost catlike, at the fluid on Sephiroth's body. The wetness of the tongue made Sephiroth squirm, which in turn impaled him further on Ansem's cock.
Finally, Ansem was satisfied that he'd waited long enough. As Sephiroth moaned and cried out beneath him, he began to rock slowly back and forth, fucking Sephiroth slowly at first, relishing the delicious rippling of the General's anal muscles on his shaft as his balls swelled beneath him. Then, he took Sephiroth's own testicles in a firm grip, and began to squeeze them in time to his thrusting, masturbating the General without touching his shaft. With each thrust, each squeeze, he felt the General's balls swell further, become heavier and more full of seed, and drove himself deeper into Sephiroth as a result.
Finally, he hilted himself to the balls in Sephiroth's body, and found that spot inside him that would drive him insane with pleasure, and further enslave him to Ansem's will.
"Whom do you serve?" he asked, stabbing the spot once.
Sephiroth's body convulsed, his balls swelling."Ahh! Ansem!"
"Whose bidding do you exist to fulfill?" he asked, pushing his cock against Sephiroth's prostate a second time.
"Yours, yours alone, Ansem, please...Nngh!"
"Who. Is. Your. Master?!" he asked at last, releasing his grip on Sephiroth's balls as he rammed his cock home at the end of each word.
Sephiroth screamed aloud as his own manhood exploded in a torrent of seed which washed over both men. "AAAANSEEEEEEEEEM!"
Hearing his name screamed like that made Ansem's eyes slide closed as he came, flooding Sephiroth's insides with a torrent of hot seed that seemed to go on and on...
Finally, the sun began to rise on the two men and the smoking ruins of what had the previous night been a bustling, happy village. Entwined together, the only two beings left in the village, Ansem and his slave-General shared a final kiss of passion. As they separated, their clothes flowed back onto their bodies, still warm against the morning chill.
"You did commendably tonight, General Sephiroth. Continue to win my favor, and I may see fit to reward you further."
Sephiroth's eyes were downcast. "The service is its own reward, Your Majesty." The reply came almost too quietly to hear.
"Oh, and General?" Ansem's eyes crinkled cruelly at the corners, and Sephiroth looked up. "Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Merry Christmas."
Then he was gone, and Sephiroth stood alone in the midst of his labor's barren, charred fruit.
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