shimyaku (shimyaku) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-11-04 03:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii, author: shimyaku |
A little quiet time, Final Fantasy VII (Cloud/Aeris/Zack/Sephiroth)
Title: A little quiet time
Author/Artist: shimyaku
Rating: R
Warnings: Masturbation, interfering apparitions
Word count: 821
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Aeris/Zack/Sephiroth: haunting - my unquiet dead
Summary: Cloud just wants a little quiet time, but doesn't quite plan on the interruption that follows...
A/N: The third of my four late entries (the last is still... hmm... *desk*). I had planned for this to be much longer, but obviously I ran out of time. Perhaps I'll finish my original idea for it at a later date - we'll see.
Cloud gasps as his hand slips into his pants, grasping his length in a tight fist. They're watching him again with those voyeuristic stares, urging him on, moving in closer with each stroke of his fingers, though never to touch him with their own. No, their hands will never touch him again, not with their hands nor their lips, the only contact they can offer being the intense looks from their eyes. Those really irritating looks from their eyes...
"C'mon Spike, let a guy get a glimpse! No one 'round but us, see?"
Zack is the first one to speak, as expected, his fluid-like body drifting above the floorboards of the church, barely there and yet all-too-visible for the blonde. Had he no shame? Ah, stupid question... But he should have known better than to come here anyway, if only Tifa would stop harassing him back at Seventh Heaven - he just needed a mere ten minutes. Ten minutes!
"Yeah, Cloud!" Aeris was flitting around like a guppy in a fishbowl, her eyes bright and curious. And quite obviously impatient. "Get yer pants off already!"
"Aeris, Zackary, I doubt that you're helping the situation. Try it with a little less chatter."
Thank the Planet for the General and his sound advice, and thank the Planet that the two in question listened once in a while. Cloud sighed as both 'younger' spirits backed off momentarily, pouting as they zipped their lips, and he let himself relax back against the wall where he sat, resuming the self-pleasure he'd been so rudely interrupted from.
The blonde swiftly raised the speed of his stroking, eyes falling shut as his mind drifted to a nicer place. He thought about times when his deceased friends were still made of flesh, still whole; times like when Sephiroth would pleasure him in his office during working hours, and he would call to his secretary in a completely calm voice that those noises she was hearing were coming from Tseng's office across the hall. Or those times when he and Aeris would go for 'picnics' in the slums and she would end up pressed against the side of some dilapidated building, getting holes in her dress from the various cracks in the wall. And then of course there were all the times he and Zack would get up to no good in the training rooms...
"Are you thinkin' 'bout me Spike? Are ya, are ya? I bet you're dreaming 'bout that time when we were in the training room and I took you from behind--"
"Is it too much to ask for you guys to piss off for a few minutes? You're ruining my mood!"
Cloud opened his now-angered eyes, glaring at his three transparent friends who continued to drift unreasonably close despite his obvious want to be alone.
"Aww, Spiky, we would if we could! But you've probably heard how we're chained to the place... it kinda poses a problem, y'know? Besides, you should know better than to come here to jerk off - we're far too nosey to leave you alone."
"Funny, I hadn't noticed," the blonde grumbled to the floor, before looking back to the three misty forms that hovered just a few feet away. "Sadly there's nowhere else I can go for 'me time' at the moment. Especially since Seventh Heaven's suddenly so popular and Tifa won't let me be for five damn minutes! She's intolerable!"
"Agh, fine Cloud. No need to get huffy." Aeris put her hands on her hips in exasperation, clearly not wanting to listen to her friend whine and rant about Tifa as he did so often. Especially when she knew there was more fun to be had. "We'll just wing-it up to the ceiling and watch you from the rafters, 'kay?"
"Silently?" No one could blame Cloud for the disbelieving look he gave his companions.
"Sure, silently."
The blonde nodded as he watched the spirits rise up toward the roof, finally leaving him with a little space to himself. He sighed and closed his eyes, willing his arousal to return as he continued the familiar touches he'd begun not so long before. He was just starting to get a rhythm going when he suddenly heard the barest of sounds, a deepened voice resonating from somewhere up in the ceiling.
"I wish he'd just take his pants off already."
~*~*~*~
"Cloud?"
Denzel stumbled in to the church, somewhat surprised to find Cloud sitting alone on one of the rotting pews to in the side of the room. He quickly bounced to the blonde's side, eyes eager and curious. "There you are! I thought I could hear voices... who were you talking to?"
Cloud shrugged. "Uh... just some friends of mine."
"Oh, and they're gone already?"
"Yes, I suppose they are." The blonde sighed with resignation. "But I have absolutely no doubt they'll be back before I even know it."