Final Fantasy Seven: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud
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Title: Inclination
Author:
forgottenlover
Rating: Almost worksafe so R
Warnings: This is a Zoofic. Meaning that each character is his own race, not just a solitary version.
Word count: 312
A/N: Enjoy! The prompt was "playing around the den."
When he had first brought the pup to their den, he hadn't been certain what to make of it. His mother, a Vincent, had lost his mate to one, so he'd long been wary of the mere idea of allowing his Zack to bring one home, species inclination or no. Thankfully, they were on decent, if not the most peaceful of terms with the Cloud pack to the north, and the group kept watch to ensure that their pups stayed within their own borders.
Thus, it never seriously came up until a small, fluffy thing had practically died at his feet one day, running from the south and smelling highly of a Hojo. He had considered sending it back where it came from, but had known that his mate would never forgive him if he found out, so he had brought it home, and there it had remained since.
That the Cloud was a surprisingly handsome one of his species, with no serious scars in spite of his time with the Hojo, and strong because he himself would tolerate no weak members of his pack, was only a bonus to him at the moment. Especially considering that he was watching the two, both his Zack and his Cloud, tumble peltless across the floor of their den, play fighting to determine which of them would be on top or bottom between them when they finally got around to mating.
They both knew they were bottoming to someone, as he had no intention of remaining on the sidelines of events for that long, but it was nice to know that they could keep each other entertained when they so chose. It was also quite enjoyable to just soak in the sounds they made, since, after all, they would never leave him out.
And that, at least, was a thought well illustrated when they pounced.
Author:
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Rating: Almost worksafe so R
Warnings: This is a Zoofic. Meaning that each character is his own race, not just a solitary version.
Word count: 312
A/N: Enjoy! The prompt was "playing around the den."
When he had first brought the pup to their den, he hadn't been certain what to make of it. His mother, a Vincent, had lost his mate to one, so he'd long been wary of the mere idea of allowing his Zack to bring one home, species inclination or no. Thankfully, they were on decent, if not the most peaceful of terms with the Cloud pack to the north, and the group kept watch to ensure that their pups stayed within their own borders.
Thus, it never seriously came up until a small, fluffy thing had practically died at his feet one day, running from the south and smelling highly of a Hojo. He had considered sending it back where it came from, but had known that his mate would never forgive him if he found out, so he had brought it home, and there it had remained since.
That the Cloud was a surprisingly handsome one of his species, with no serious scars in spite of his time with the Hojo, and strong because he himself would tolerate no weak members of his pack, was only a bonus to him at the moment. Especially considering that he was watching the two, both his Zack and his Cloud, tumble peltless across the floor of their den, play fighting to determine which of them would be on top or bottom between them when they finally got around to mating.
They both knew they were bottoming to someone, as he had no intention of remaining on the sidelines of events for that long, but it was nice to know that they could keep each other entertained when they so chose. It was also quite enjoyable to just soak in the sounds they made, since, after all, they would never leave him out.
And that, at least, was a thought well illustrated when they pounced.