Crossover: Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy VII Zack/Cloud dream sex, Cloud as Zack’s Nobody Weird not feeling a heart beat here, you know?
Trace of fingers along his chest, and the blond squirmed, not sure why the touch felt so strong, or why it sent goosebumps up his spine. There was something pressed against his back, and the hand on his chest slowly slid lower.
The others don’t know what they are talking about, you know? Nobodies aren’t without emotions, just a heart. For a group that started with scientists, you’d think they’d know better. If you didn’t have emotions, you wouldn’t have cared. But you do. You care so much for your friends and family. Don’t know what happened, or how you ended up in Hollow Bastion, but you got a chance, right? To grow up -real- instead of what they’d want you to be.
A scratch of nails along his belly, and Cloud groaned, arching up a little, yet some of his attention still focused on the murmur in his ear, the familiar voice making his breath catch. Now, to just figure out where he knew it from.
You look so much like a kid I knew once. Wonder if it’s intentional? Doesn’t really matter. You’re gorgeous. Even when you are looking your worse, you still draw everyone’s eyes, and you never even seem to notice it. Just wondered why they were staring and if your wing was out.
A graze of teeth along the black mark where his wing was hidden, now that he had learned the trick, and Cloud groaned. That sent a shot of electricity right down into his gut, and he shifted his legs apart as the hand curled around him, hard and needy already. Was a dream, right? No way this was happening in reality.
So many dead reborn when worlds failed. So many living people falling through the cracks as well. Maybe you’re a mix, hmm? Maybe you are an oddity. A Nobody with a heart.
Only he didn’t have a heart, no reassuring beat in his chest for Aerith to lean her head against like she did with Leon, or to force the blood out of his body in bursts like it did to the regular kids in the orphanage. Only the slow red ooze when he hurt himself.
Though it didn’t seem to keep him from gasping out a soundless name, one he didn’t even know as fingers curled and stroked. Another hand dropped lower, between his thighs and back, playing with sensitive skin there. Draping his leg back over one that shouldn’t even be there, Cloud rocked harder, faster against the hand around him. It wasn’t like the talk was anything close to erotic, but something about the voice made him go weak-kneed.
You’re Cloud Strife. Former assassin, orphan from Hollow Bastion. Friend of Leon, Aerith, Cid, Yuffie. You’ve met the Keyblade Bearer, and he thinks you are worth saving. A brush of ghostly lips against his ear, and Cloud shuddered, close, on edge. He really was fucked up.
You are my nobody, and I think you deserve every chance you get.
Eyes opening, Cloud met a set of electric blue eyes, bright and glowing, in the glass of his window. Black hair spiked up, even worse than his, and there was a smile. One so full of life and hope that he shut his eyes against how much that hurt.
One day, we’ll actually meet, face to face, and we’ll make you whole. Because you are important in your own right, and not just someone’s castoffs.
Pure faith, trust, and -love- in that tone, and Cloud groaned, white sparks in his vision as he climaxed. That shouldn’t have sounded so good. But it did.
“Zack,” he murmured, waking up fully, wiping his fingers off on the bed sheets. He was too hot and sticky with sweat, and he’d have to wash the sheets again. But it was a good dream, and he wondered just how much of it was reality.
He had a heartbeat. He was sure of it.
Or...how much had this Zack given to his Nobody before fading?
Cloud planned to find out someday. After he dealt with Sephiroth.