shimyaku (shimyaku) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-10-17 16:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii, author: shimyaku |
On the Other Side, Final Fantasy VII (Sephiroth)
Title: On the other side
Author/Artist: shimyaku
Rating: R to be safe
Warnings: non-graphic hints of Zack/Cloud, a curious and voyeuristic Sephiroth
Word count: 722
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth: Noise - He liked to hear them.
Summary: Sephiroth listens in when Zack returns from a mission.
A/N: Written in a fit at 3am, and would you believe it, I finished and posted one on time. Things are looking up.
They were at it again, or would be momentarily, he knew their routine by now. Zack had just returned from a mission in Wutai and Cloud had been ready and waiting for him in his apartment, the blonde always eager to see his lover back home and in his arms. The raven-haired man had all but given up trying to send the other back to his own room at all in the end, and so the cadet practically - though unofficially - lived there now, only metres away. Obviously, the SOLDIER had no qualm with this - the present time being no exception - Zack groaning certain soft words that caused the blonde's breathing to pick up, and the next thing the General knew they were hurriedly undressing, the metal chink of zippers and scritch of drill trousers was crystal clear from his point of view.
Sephiroth pressed his back to the wall that adjoined his and Zack's rooms, sinking gracefully to the floor and placing his ear to the plaster. While his hearing may have been the sharpest there was, certainly he could have picked up their movements just as clearly from anywhere else in the apartment, he felt somehow closer to them this way, leaning against the single barrier that separated them and feeling the vibrations through his back as their bed knocked rhythmically against it. Had he wanted to, he could have counted the number of steps it took for Cloud to tug his lover to the bedroom, or the number of thrusts it took Zack to draw an all-but-pained scream from the cadet. So in tune did he feel, the silver-haired SOLDIER could practically picture each and every move as they made it - he saw them interact often enough, and had listened to them this way so many times... the wall might as well not be there.
Yet, he thought, seeing them first-hand like that would only spoil the illusion he had created - the perfect dance he envisioned them performing when they 'fucked', as Zack had once put it. At least, he assumed he had acquired a large enough amount of knowledge on the act itself, and determined for himself that this carnal deed was in fact just that - a somewhat harsh and largely physical thing that served for little but one's pleasure, as well as draining the body of immense amounts of energy. Of course, the more he discovered, the more it appeared to differ from person to person, as he'd noted occasional mentions of such factors as tenderness and quiet affections within the many conversations he'd overheard - many of the SOLDIERs around him spoke rather freely about the subject, especially when gathered in large numbers in the mess hall.
Still, there was something rather different about listening to these particular two next door, which he guessed was something to do with also being near to them as friends, and he had seen with his own eyes the happiness that they shared being in each other's presence. Whenever he had listened to the other SOLDIERs talk however, they always sounded so boastful and arrogant about their trysts, he couldn't sense the existence of unspoken faithfulness like he could with Zack and Cloud, and it bothered him.
He wondered if he would ever experience for himself this most intimate of activities, and if there was someone out there he could make cry out the way that Zack did to Cloud. He even wondered how the pair's dance would change should it be him in either of their shoes, touching one another as something more than friends... But listening to them here as they moaned each other's name from behind the divide, imagining sweaty bodies and flushed skin, he decided that this was sufficient for now. After all, even from the other side of the wall, they were the first ones to give him this strange tingling of warmth below his waistline, this still quite foreign sensation that had amplified over time to become the raging fire he felt now. And he glanced down briefly at the odd bulge in the pants he wore, contemplating whether he was meant to be doing something about it.
Tomorrow perhaps, he would take the time to ask Zack about it all, maybe he would know what to do.