How We Met - July, 1992 - Private RP Part 2

Laughing Tseng pulled him closer intentionally squeezing him hard. "Oh come on, I can give you pointers... tell you spots that will really make him scream and beg........ and he begs so nice too.." He looked up eyes fogging over slightly at the memory. "There is one spot that seems to make his voice go about four pitches higher than it normally is, no idea why, but it's entertaining."

Sephiroth's face was completely red now as he actually started picturing what Tseng was describing. The thought of Katana like... He was starting to conclude that it was their shared family line that the perverted side came from - Kiyomi certainly seemed to have it just as much as her son did. It was the only explanation he could come up with for how easily his mind was able to go that route.

Chuckling at the bright red face he pushed his hair away from his face and nuzzled into him. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about Sephiroth. You're almost fifteen years old, this is about the time all males big heads shut down and we start only thinking with the little head. It will only get worse as you get older, in the next year or so you'll actually start wanting it... and I will tell you.. finally getting it.. doesn't help the drive or want any." Wow.. why was he not weirded out by this?

Considering where his mind was already going, he was hoping he wasn't as much of a pervert as Tseng in two years. Or that at least he stopped blushing every time his mind went in that direction. He did not want to imagine the conversation he'd end up having with Hojo if the man ever caught him blushing like this just over thoughts. And from Katana's words... he'd certainly have thoughts to blush about.

"Just do me a favor Seph, wait till you're fifteen before you go tackling Katana onto the bed. Yeah it's young in many peoples eyes but really I have zero room to talk since that was how old I was... " He was still actually under the legal age, but who the hell was going to call pedophile on two Turks? That was just asking to get your ass beat by said Turks.

They did a lot that wasn't considered legal, drinking, smoking, sex.. gambling. Their motto.. if you are old enough to die for the company.. you can do everything an adult can.

Tackling... onto... the bed... His mind stuttered a little, expression a little dazed as his mind switched tracks from just imagining the Gongagan naked to imagining himself with- Sephiroth squeaked slightly and tried to shove the thought from his mind. At the same time, he tried to hide his face from view.

Katana's earlier comment about waiting until he was fifteen did nothing to help.

Hearing the squeak, he couldn't help it he started to laugh, him hiding his face from view wasn't helping the older teens laughing. It was really time to torture him...

Leaning down he made sure his arms were tight around Sephiroth. "He loves having his hair pulled... and being spanked. He makes the cutest noise when you do and he almost always begs for more. He gets the most adorable puppy eyes when he begs, you just want to give him what he wants." He was so damn evil, but he couldn't help it... "There's a little spot right under his right ear that you bite on it.. he will scream your name"

Sephiroth stilled as Tseng began his description, eyes glazing over as his imagination once again started conjuring images to go with the words. Oh hell. He shivered slightly at the last one, and while the logical part of his mind wanted to shut Tseng up - the rest was pleading for more material to work with. Tseng was no angel, he was a devil.

Now it was time for the kill, smirking even more he leaned down right next to his ear. "The harder and faster it is.. the more he loves it, he cries out all the time. But the prettiest noise he makes though is when you find that pleasure spot all men have inside us.. His voice will crack as he screams your name and his whole body just arches off the bed and his eyes glaze over completely." He was so #%!@ing evil, he loved it.

$#!^. He almost regretted that he actually was aware of the mechanics behind such an activity. Including when both participants were male. When he realized more than just his mind was reacting to the descriptions, Sephiroth bolted, a few moments later another door in the apartment slamming shut.

Tseng blinked looking at his now empty arms, he could have sworn that there was Sephiroth shaped cloud of dust where the boy had been. Hearing the door slam shut which was obviously the bathroom just sent him into hysterics. "There's lotion in the top drawer if you need it!" He called out and dissolved again.

When Sephiroth finally re-emerged from the bathroom, he'd reclaimed his phone, as well as collecting his father's jacket and the package from Wutai. It was a little frustrating not being able to tell who exactly it was from. He turned it over in his hands, trying to guess at what the contents might be based on the shape and size, but drawing a complete blank.

Tseng glanced up as he came in and smirked, "feel better?" He loved harassing him about this he was too damn funny not to. Seeing the package he sat up looking at it curiously. "Where did you get that?" He was used to seeing packages coming in from stuff he ordered and now from Wutai now that his mom knows where he is.

He ignored the first question in favor of the second, moving closer and sitting down. Sephiroth held out the package, hoping Tseng would be able to tell him something a little more specific about the Wutain characters on it. He really needed to try to learn at least a passing amount of the language... it was starting to get annoying that all his known living relatives could read and write in it and he couldn't.

Taking the package he turned it over looking at the characters. "It's from your uncle the head of the Valentine house." He tested the weight of the box, while it was larger it wasn't heavy. "Huh.. probably some kind of cloth." He handed it back to Sephiroth so that he could open it.

From what he'd heard said, he was fairly sure his father hadn't had a brother and that Tseng meant his great-uncle, but didn't say anything as he took the package back. He would still be an Uncle to him either way. Though he did wonder what the head of the family would send him, even if it was fabric. Sephiroth was careful to use his right hand rather than his left to open it, not wanting to test the cuts on his fingertips.

Scooting a little closer he looked into the box seeing the traditional red silk that was used to protect clothes. "It's something of very high quality silk, this is." He reached down fingering the silk, "used to protect expensive silk, my mothers Geisha kimono's and my Assassin uniforms used to be kept in this." Seeing the boy was trying not to use his left hand he helped peel away the protective silk.

"Ohhh...." Reaching in he gently pulled the fabric free and laid it out on the bed. It was a black long gown made of some of the finest Wutain silk, in a almost pitch black. embroidered all across the front was the very familiar Valentine family crest, a large traditional Wutain dragon in brilliant shades of red and gold. "This is what the Valentines favor for their formal attire, it's a long gown."

Gently, Sephiroth reached out himself to touch the fabric, running his fingers lightly over it. It was still a very unfamiliar fabric to him, though he understood why, having once gotten curious about what clothes were made of. Most clothes, especially on the continents, were made from plant fibers or animal hair. Silk, though, came from a type of insect, and was much more complicated to gather, thus much more costly.

Though he was very happy that the Valentines didn't seem to hold being SOLDIER against him despite the war... Yet... Sephiroth's expression turned more somber as the logical part of his mind spoke up. Formal attire was little more than a precious possession when he couldn't openly claim his father's family without fear of reprisal. The President likely didn't care what his surname was as long as he didn't try to get out of his contract... but Hojo...

Tseng gently ran a hand over Sephiroth's head hoping to be slightly comforting. "Someday soon, you will be able to wear this with out fear of Hojo. Look at it this way for now Sephiroth... The head of the Valentine household has accepted you as a true Valentine as only the family is ever allowed to wear this. So even if here you can not openly state your heritage, it does not change that you are a Valentine."

He smiled slightly, leaning into Tseng's hand a little. Yes... it had been one thing for his Obāsan to accept him... having the head of the family acknowledge him as a Valentine, though, was rather different. It meant acceptance by the family as a whole, rather than just a few individuals. Though he supposed that he was closely related to the head of the family helped a bit in that. Tseng had said it was his grandfather's brother that had become head of the family. Sephiroth reached further, no longer trying to familiarize himself with the texture of the silk, but instead the threads of the embroidery.

Smiling he leaning up against Sephiroth looking down at the cloth and seeing the embroidery. "I know this embroidery style.. There is a seamstress in the geisha district that is known to be the best in Wutai. She creates all of my mothers finest Kimonos... this is her stitching..I would recognize it anywhere." This outfit alone probably had to have run easily into the double digit thousands. "Take very good care of this one Seph.."

Sephiroth nodded, pulling his hand back, maybe his hands were clean, but the rest of him was still a bit dusty. He had zero intention of purposefully or accidentally damaging it, even without the implication that it was a highly expensive piece of clothing. There was a rather different type of value attached to it than simply money. The same sort of value he placed on every item that once belonged to his father, on the necklace around his neck, or the kitsune on his bed, on the katana Tseng had given to him.

Gently taking the fabric back, Tseng folded it with the utmost care and placed it back in it's protective silk. "Why don't you go place this in your closet for right now. Tomorrow we'll go down to little Wutai and get a proper storage box for it, so it won't get damaged." The normal wooden storage box must have been to bulky to send so they had simply protected the gown as best they could and sent it that way. "We'll also go down and get you the rest of the outfit, maybe in a few months we'll go down for one of the festivals.. give you a chance to wear that."

His expression brightened, the curiosity he'd felt at what little he'd seen of the festival the previous week returning. The idea of seeing Little Wutai again was also of interest, even if it was technically a slum. He set the wrapped gown back inside the box to carry them both together. Sephiroth still wanted to copy down the writing on the package - and at least memorize the written form of his great-uncle's name so that he would be able to recognize it if he read it again.

Tseng noticed this and smiled. "Give me about an hour to sober up more, and I'll start teaching you some of the basics, so if nothing else you can read when you get mail." While Midgarian was hard, it was even harder he had heard for Midgarian to learn Wutain because of the vast difference in grammar structure. Sephiroth though, he knew would pick up fast, the boy was very intelligent.

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