This was written very quickly, just to keep those creative juices a-flowin'. I really do salute those who write chapter fics... damn, it's hard stuff. (Especially when it's ASGZC...lol. Phew.)

I've said this before, but you can never have too many mushy, cuddly fics, eh? (Ones with a maybe a hint of sadness in there too, but ?)

Disclaimer: Idon' tow nFina lFantas yVI I. (coolio, huh?)

Never let it be said that the General was picky.

He wasn't. He was actually very happy with things at the moment. He had recently gotten a pay raise. His office chair had gotten replaced, so there wasn't a spring digging into his back anymore. He had three great friends, who looked out for him and who cared deeply for him.

Sephiroth leant back in his new chair, briefly glancing at the ceiling before flopping forward, attacking his paperwork with vigor to make up for his momentary lapse of concentration.

As he sifted through the stack of new Cadet files, he allowed his thoughts to wander. He could do so and continue to produce exemplary work, so he wasn't too worried. And besides, paperwork had always helped him think.

Although he had all these nice things and people around him, he distinctly felt that something was missing. He felt absolutely foolish wishing for what he desired, but he could not help it.

Sephiroth wanted someone. Someone special. Someone to be his.

Angeal, Zack and Genesis were nice enough. Even though he did occasionally sleep with them and two of the three men were childhood friends, he still felt a certain distance between them, like he wasn't totally part of their gang. He thought that was to be expected—after all, what room was there for an emotionless killer in their happy group?

That was why he wanted someone for himself. Not someone to share and risk them going for someone else.

Sephiroth signed his name and paused. Did he really deserve a partner? He knew what he was—a killer, a freak, a monster. He shifted a stack of papers to the side and scanned a new form restlessly.

Hopefully there was a male out there who would accept him, Demon of Wutai and all.

Don't kid yourself, the General thought with derision.

Immersing himself in his work wasn't a successful distraction, he discovered quickly. He was managing to get a nice portion of work done, but his thoughts went back to the mystery man of his future.

He wanted a boy.

Sephiroth knew he was attracted to those younger than him, for the most part. Angeal had been an exception. And even though he knew he wanted a boy now, they'd grow up eventually. That would be fine with him, of course.

Ridiculous, Sephiroth snorted.

He wanted a tiny boy.

One that would fit perfectly on his lap and would be easy to pick up and cuddle. Despite being a very physically strong man, he was a tender lover and friend, which had always amazed Zack. He got the feeling that having a boy here, so nicely perched between his thighs and the wood of his desk, wouldn't make him nearly as tired as he was right now. Perhaps being in the office for hours at a time would be an enjoyable experience.

He wanted a blue-eyed blond boy.

That had always been a favorite combination of his. In his fantasies, his lover was a cute, innocent boy, like an angel. They had a strong spirit though, however shy they were usually.

"General, Sir," came his secretary's voice over the intercom. "Lieutenant Fair is on line four."

There was a deep sigh, and Sephiroth pressed a button and responded, "Tell him I'll call him later." There was a pause. "…Please."

The secretary sounded surprised as she stuttered, "S-Sir. Yes—as you wish."

Another section of work was completed before Sephiroth yawned and glanced at the lamp poorly illuminating the darkened room. It was late, and he was tired.

…He wanted to be loved by a boy who understood him. Knew that he loved having his hair played with. Who would wash him when it was bath time, and then let him return the favor. More than just sex, Sephiroth wanted to experience the little things in life with someone. He had never really done so with anyone, and his heart ached whenever Zack would blabber on about his weekend with Angeal, and how they had just lazed about like normal people.

Was he jealous? Maybe. (Yes.)

He opened up a new folder and rubbed his eyes, yawning once more. What time was it again?

Was there actually someone out there like that for him? Was he being a picky, ungrateful bastard who should just shut up and be content with what he had? …Maybe.

Sephiroth stretched and wobbled in his new seat, eyes drifting shut. He unconsciously opened a new folder but didn't look at it, preferring to view the inside of his eyelids.

Maybe it was hopeless… to continue wishing. He wouldn't give up hope, though. He… was a stubborn bastard, and… he'd find his perfect mate sometime, some day. Besides… there were all these… new recruits, surely one of them would… be worth just a look…?

Sephiroth fell asleep at his desk, falling forward and resting his cheek against Cloud Strife's as-of-yet unobserved, shyly smiling face.

When he woke up in the early morning, the spiky blond hair and precious blue eyes were the first things he saw.