Full Summary: What if Sephiroth came for more than just the Black Materia after the destruction of the Temple of the Ancients...Chronicles the famous journey of our favorite Final Fantasy VII heroes, with a startling twist of fate, beginning the moment Sephiroth decides to seek out his blond puppet for not only the personal agenda of his alien mother, but for the strange desire he develops to have Cloud remain close to him instead of in the protective embrace of his friends. Meanwhile poor Cid is contending with major problems of his own, involving the usually silent Vincent Valentine, or perhaps it goes deeper than the gothic raven.

Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud, Vincent/Cid, Chaos/Cid

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII. I don't own it, Square Enix does. The End.

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"I was searching for you as well..."

Traitor.

All but one of us had escaped the Temple of the Ancients when it had imploded in on itself leaving almost nothing behind except for rubble, fallen trees, and--thanks to Cait Sith--the Black Materia. Being the first one to catch my breath after our frantic escape I, Cloud Strife, rose from my seated position on the ground and headed slowly over to the small crater left behind by the implosion. I scanned the area easily locating what I had been looking for and crouched down picking up the Black Materia tightly into my hands. The materia felt strangely cold in my hands and the surface smooth like glass, which was unlike all the other materia I had held at numerous occasions. "Was this really what Sephiroth wanted? What purpose did he have for it?" I asked myself silently as I rose to my feet.

"Did you find that damn Materia yet, Spike?" I vaguely heard Cid shouting.

I sighed and turned heading back up to where my fellow companions were stationed. My gaze fell on Cid automatically and found him staring expectantly. I held out the materia for all of them to see and then I gasped falling to my knees as pain burned in my head. I shuddered unable to speak or answer the worried glances and questions from my companions. Then I heard it--his voice-- inside speaking to me for only my ears to hear.

"Cloud. Come to me."

I watched helplessly as my body stood and walked forward away from my companions one step at a time. I tried to fight to reclaim control but my efforts were useless and only made his voice ring louder in my ears. "Why couldn't I fight him? Sephiroth is my enemy!" my mind cried.

I heard him let out a deep chuckle before I fully realized I was staring up into catlike Mako-infused green eyes. "Se-phi-roth?!" I just managed to say. I watched his lips pull into that familiar smirk that sent a chill down my spine as he held his hand out to me.

"Give me the Black Materia."

I tried to pull back and resist as my hand rose against my will and placed the materia right into the palm of his hands. When the materia touched his hands some of my control returned but not completely for I still couldn't move away from him and grab my sword like I kept trying to will my hands to do. However, that didn't mean I couldn't glare hatefully up at him as he pocketed the materia. Unfortunately, my glare only proved to amuse him and I growled just bidding my time before he finally released his hold and flew away like all the previous times we had run into him.

Sephiroth didn't leave though. Those same hands that had taken the materia from me reached forward one grabbing me by my wrist and the other wrapping around my waist almost possessively as he pulled me flush up against his chest. I froze immediately under his touch and frantically wished I could move--that I could push him away. "Let go of me Sephiroth!!" I shouted.

"Why do you resist me?"

"I can't stand having your filthy hands on me!!"

The hand that had held my wrist brushed against my cheek as he grinned down at me not believing my words. "Your mind says the opposite of your mouth, Cloud. I know you don't mind my touch or even if I…." he leaned forward pressing his lips against mine making my eyes widen in sheer disbelief. I quickly collected myself and tried to struggle only to remember my lack of free will. I felt him smirk against my lips and I growled which he took advantage of to slip his tongue into my mouth and deepen the kiss.

As much as I wished desperately to deny it I couldn't help but admit that Sephiroth tasted good. He had a unique flavor that I couldn't even begin to describe as anything but purely Sephiroth. I found myself wanting to be able to participate in this kiss; wanting to pull him closer to me. I felt my cheek grow hot as I realized what I was thinking. "I can't think about my enemy like this!"

Sephiroth pulled away from me causing me to whimper at the loss and blink my eyes, that I hadn't even realized had fallen shut, open to stare up at him. He was smirking now because now there was no doubt that I truly did want him. For a moment I saw his eyes glancing passed me at something, though I had no idea what until it hit me. My companions. My friends. They were all there behind me watching their leader fall into the arms of the enemy without so much as a fight. I had fought though, but Sephiroth had won as soon as he had taken control of my body. As soon as the Black Materia had fallen into his hands so had I. Did that make me a traitor?

Sephiroth tightened his hold on my waist and I gasped as I felt the ground disappearing from beneath my feet. Sephiroth was leaving and it seemed he had every intention of taking me with him, but could I really go with him? I gazed into his Mako eyes searching for my answer and he leaned down whispering into my ear.

"Mother may have the materia, but you belong to me."

This declaration caught me by surprise and as he finally released his hold on me completely and allowed me one last look at my friends. I realized something in that moment. I had always been a traitor…I had always belonged to Sephiroth.

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