Final Fantasy VII (Sephiroth/Zack)
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and Sephangst
Word count: 827
Summary: Sephiroth invades Zack's room one night. Zack rolls with it.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack: Fear - "Just once, can I not be allowed to want?"
My first coherent thought when Seph barged into my room and tackled me was It's the middle of the fucking night. But since that, in a nutshell, seemed to be what Seph was after, I thought it prudent to shut up and enjoy it.
"Seph," I mumbled half into his mouth. I hadn't meant to - talking tends to spook the mighty General when he gets in these moods - but this time Seph didn't even seem to notice. He kissed me like I was water and he'd been off dying in a desert somewhere (should get him a cactus for his office, tell him it's for when he's feeling prickly), not even pausing when a few strands of his hair get caught between our mouths. Hardly military regulation, I think, stroking them out of the way and following up with a heavy-handed stroke all the way down his spine just to feel him purr in my mouth. Seph will never cut that hair, even if it gets long enough to step on. It pisses Hojo off that he wears it long and that's really the only reason.
Thinking of Hojo makes me growl, tightening my fingers in Seph's hair; I think I know who to thank for this little visit. Seph doesn't notice, or else he categorizes all bedroom growls as amorous now, which I guess is better than the alternative. It still pisses me off. Middle-of-the-night fucks ought to be for the right reasons, dammit. Sometimes I think if I see that haunted look in Seph's eyes one more time I really will snap and kill things.
Except that wouldn't help Seph, and I know what will. Whispering his name to get his attention, I roll him onto his back, and my General has just enough control left to let me.
Some guys keep a gun or knife under their pillow; I keep lube, probably for the same reasons. "Spread for me," I whisper, and Seph does, slow and unnaturally shy. Seph, I want to tell him, there's no reason for you to be shy, you're gorgeous, but by the time I got done he would have gone all General on me and then there'd be no fucking for anybody. Because that's really the secret - you can get away with anything with Sephiroth as long as you don't give him time to talk himself out of it.
I lube him up well, delighted when I find his opening already pretty much ready for me. I want to be a little rough, sure, make him see stars to replace whatever awful memories are spinning in his head tonight, but I don't want to hurt him even if he thinks he wants to hurt. He twists and contracts around my fingers, fucking himself on my hand until I pull it back. I grin at his dizzy, almost-betrayed look. "Aw, Seph," I grin, positioning myself; Seph spreads further without even thinking about it, hooking his legs over mine, and damn if that isn't gratifying. "You know I wouldn't."
The first thrust goes in like butter, smooth and strong; Seph groans and hisses through clenched teeth his first word since coming in tonight - "Zack..." and I have to grin even as an animal haze steals over us both.
For a while the only sounds are our heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh. My hand's on his cock, covered with lube and his precome, moving in time with my thrusts. He's moving too, fists tight in the sheets as he arches along with me. He's fucking beautiful like this, and I almost come too soon from just watching him - writhing pale as quicksilver, half-afraid of himself even as he lets me fuck him to completion, letting me be unafraid for him, trusting me to know what he doesn't - that the most violent thing about Sephiroth, the real Sephiroth, is the way he comes.
Once he has his release, I can give in to mine, and the next thing I know the sun's just up and Seph's sitting on the edge of the bed. He's not looking at me, but he hasn't cleaned himself up either, so I'm pretty sure he doesn't regret what happened.
"Hey," I murmur, rolling onto my back. I want to add "what the hell was that about?" but that's the surest way to make him clam up, and if you just keep your mouth shut he usually opens up.
Seph doesn't answer for a long moment; he leans his head back, closes his eyes and sighs. "Just once," he says slowly, and I hold still to let the words come out, "I would like to be allowed to want."
Later I'll be mad enough to kill things on his behalf. Now I just tug him down to lie next to me and run my hand through that beautiful hair. "You just want me any time you like," I promise.
Author:
raisedbymooglesRating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and Sephangst
Word count: 827
Summary: Sephiroth invades Zack's room one night. Zack rolls with it.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack: Fear - "Just once, can I not be allowed to want?"
My first coherent thought when Seph barged into my room and tackled me was It's the middle of the fucking night. But since that, in a nutshell, seemed to be what Seph was after, I thought it prudent to shut up and enjoy it.
"Seph," I mumbled half into his mouth. I hadn't meant to - talking tends to spook the mighty General when he gets in these moods - but this time Seph didn't even seem to notice. He kissed me like I was water and he'd been off dying in a desert somewhere (should get him a cactus for his office, tell him it's for when he's feeling prickly), not even pausing when a few strands of his hair get caught between our mouths. Hardly military regulation, I think, stroking them out of the way and following up with a heavy-handed stroke all the way down his spine just to feel him purr in my mouth. Seph will never cut that hair, even if it gets long enough to step on. It pisses Hojo off that he wears it long and that's really the only reason.
Thinking of Hojo makes me growl, tightening my fingers in Seph's hair; I think I know who to thank for this little visit. Seph doesn't notice, or else he categorizes all bedroom growls as amorous now, which I guess is better than the alternative. It still pisses me off. Middle-of-the-night fucks ought to be for the right reasons, dammit. Sometimes I think if I see that haunted look in Seph's eyes one more time I really will snap and kill things.
Except that wouldn't help Seph, and I know what will. Whispering his name to get his attention, I roll him onto his back, and my General has just enough control left to let me.
Some guys keep a gun or knife under their pillow; I keep lube, probably for the same reasons. "Spread for me," I whisper, and Seph does, slow and unnaturally shy. Seph, I want to tell him, there's no reason for you to be shy, you're gorgeous, but by the time I got done he would have gone all General on me and then there'd be no fucking for anybody. Because that's really the secret - you can get away with anything with Sephiroth as long as you don't give him time to talk himself out of it.
I lube him up well, delighted when I find his opening already pretty much ready for me. I want to be a little rough, sure, make him see stars to replace whatever awful memories are spinning in his head tonight, but I don't want to hurt him even if he thinks he wants to hurt. He twists and contracts around my fingers, fucking himself on my hand until I pull it back. I grin at his dizzy, almost-betrayed look. "Aw, Seph," I grin, positioning myself; Seph spreads further without even thinking about it, hooking his legs over mine, and damn if that isn't gratifying. "You know I wouldn't."
The first thrust goes in like butter, smooth and strong; Seph groans and hisses through clenched teeth his first word since coming in tonight - "Zack..." and I have to grin even as an animal haze steals over us both.
For a while the only sounds are our heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh. My hand's on his cock, covered with lube and his precome, moving in time with my thrusts. He's moving too, fists tight in the sheets as he arches along with me. He's fucking beautiful like this, and I almost come too soon from just watching him - writhing pale as quicksilver, half-afraid of himself even as he lets me fuck him to completion, letting me be unafraid for him, trusting me to know what he doesn't - that the most violent thing about Sephiroth, the real Sephiroth, is the way he comes.
Once he has his release, I can give in to mine, and the next thing I know the sun's just up and Seph's sitting on the edge of the bed. He's not looking at me, but he hasn't cleaned himself up either, so I'm pretty sure he doesn't regret what happened.
"Hey," I murmur, rolling onto my back. I want to add "what the hell was that about?" but that's the surest way to make him clam up, and if you just keep your mouth shut he usually opens up.
Seph doesn't answer for a long moment; he leans his head back, closes his eyes and sighs. "Just once," he says slowly, and I hold still to let the words come out, "I would like to be allowed to want."
Later I'll be mad enough to kill things on his behalf. Now I just tug him down to lie next to me and run my hand through that beautiful hair. "You just want me any time you like," I promise.
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