"I understand." Sephiroth's voice is soft as Cloud leans into him, sliding an arm around him. "There's so much neither of us wanted to experience...or want to remember." His breath stirs Cloud's hair. "So...let's help each other forget."

And with that, he gently - but irresistibly - pushes Cloud down onto the ground, on his back, leaning over him to press his lips to the curve of the man's jaw. A hand glides along Cloud's side, avoiding that scar now in favor of exploring smoother skin.