shimyaku (shimyaku) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-10-05 10:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: cc, author: shimyaku |
Two halves of a halo, Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core (Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud)
Title: Two halves of a halo.
Author/Artist: shimyaku
Rating: NC17
Warnings: mansex, double penetration, and some flowery angst for good measure
Word count: ~2570
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud: double penetration - "He could hold them both within him."
Summary: Cloud waits and dreams for his beloved SOLDIERs to return home.
A/N: Ahh yes, this is a little late. My bad for claiming two prompts on the one day. And the other is still coming... *desk* Also, I feel a little out of my element with this particular fic as it ended up being not quite my usual style (whatever that is), so any concrit would be welcome.
Cloud feels empty and isolated as he lies half awake in this bed meant for three, consumed by the far-reaching space that stretches out to each side of his body. He's curled up in the centre of the snow-white sheets, and he waits and dreams of those two who can bring warmth to his skin and light to his eyes - for indeed there are only two, and neither are within reach.
When will they return home? When will they return to him? Each could pose a very differing answer, and anxiety likes to creep up on him like a thief in the night when he thinks on it, dreading to imagine the worst but imagining nonetheless - though they may be SOLDIERs, they are not necessarily immune to injury or loss. Sometimes they are even sent away again before they've stepped a foot in the door, and SOLDIERs obey their orders absolutely, so he loathes when they are gone longer than expected, that dark thief stealing back over his thoughts while his nails become chewed to the quick. What if one day they do not return...
The softest of sounds reaches him as a key turns in a lock - footsteps follow, and Sephiroth enters the room, cloaked and guarded. A fleeting hope pulses small life into the blonde's chest, but it is only that - fleeting - as he recognises the distanced steel in the taller man's eyes. He is tired, weary, burdened from battle and a General's responsibility, but still with that determined stance of his and a too-focused mind for this time of night. He will not stay.
"You're not going to stay?" Cloud clings to false hopes, glancing up from the bed and eyeing the other's armoured clothing.
The General looks up suddenly, as if somehow unaware of Cloud's presence, though that is nigh on impossible given his diamond-sharp senses. However, his gaze offers no answer even after a moment's passing, even if the question seems most simple - he avoids it.
"You're leaving again, then." Hope has fled, and the blonde turns to face away from the door.
Silver hair glitters in little light, and a cool but comforting hand rests on the youth's brow. "Go back to sleep, Cloud."
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Cloud lies half awake, wrapped in Zack's embrace, protective arms curled over his shoulders like a favourite coat. Body heat envelopes him from behind, radiating through his chest, reassuring him and coaxing him towards repose, but still he cannot rest when the circle remains broken. Perhaps he is simply being selfish, greedy in his unrest, but he is unable to help the discomfiting incompleteness he feels when there is still something, or rather someone, missing. He knows for certain it is only the two of them together who can break this silent curse.
But then fate weaves an unforeseen loop, and again there are keys turning in a lock, footsteps...
The blue-eyed boy holds his breath as the tall figure enters, armour finally by the door, leather jacket nowhere in sight; and he exhales when long limbs warm his front and the final piece falls into place. Whole again.
"It appears I couldn't stay away, your pull far is too great," Sephiroth readily admits, a rare smile gracing his features.
"I'm glad," the blonde grins back, tugging the warmth closer with a weary sigh.
"You haven't slept?"
"Can't."
"But Zack's passed out..."
"Mm, just back from Junon. But when he realises you're here, I doubt it'll last."
Sephiroth huffs a quiet laugh, attempting to pry the smaller body from sleeping-Zack's secure clutches. Eventually he slips free, and oddly, the ravenette doesn't stir - he must surely be exhausted. The SOLDIER's silence is momentarily forgotten however, as the blonde fills up his embrace, slender body cascading over the front of his own. How such intensive content and caring sweeps his being is all but incomprehensible. And for such a small and fragile seeming creature... the love Cloud returns is constant and overflowing, almost beyond belief. Such devotion is both admirable and overwhelming to him, especially considering that it was not so long ago all these emotions were completely foreign ideas to him, concepts that were confounding and mysterious. But he was an avid student thereafter, Zack and Cloud his loving and ever-so-patient teachers, and now he returns those very same emotions with those of his own.
Wriggling more firmly into his circling arms, Cloud sighs in relief when they tighten their hold. The General presses a kiss to golden tresses, and is about to speak when instead he is suddenly near to yelping in shock. A porcelain limb has wormed its way between his thighs, shuffling up, down and over his skin, and subsequently causing his body to shudder with barely controlled need. It has been so long after all, so long since their last touch...
"I need you closer, Seph," the blonde whispers, his breath noticeably irregular in the otherwise quiet darkness.
He knows what Cloud really means, of course, what he is trying to do and what it is he desires so needfully. The blonde was always one for subtlety, leaving the brash and the outlandish to Zack's extroverted character, as was only befitting. And he supposes that leaves himself somewhere in the middle - reserved yet unashamedly straightforward - though it doesn't bother him at all. He has learned by experience that being 'stuck' in the middle is not necessarily so bad. He knows. "You want me inside you, Cloud?"
"Yes."
A simple answer. Honest. And no more words are needed as the SOLDIER fetches a vial from somewhere behind, pouring and lathering, trying not to appear quite as eager as he is. Careful fingers reach over to pierce Cloud's entrance and twist with practiced ease, probing and searching, causing him to wriggle and moan with vigour. Such a response from mere fingers sets a desiring fire in the First Class's stomach - the young one is always so passionate in his reactions, and it hits him right where it counts. He wondered if the blonde had any clue what he did to him - a well-esteemed General with iron-strong resolve, reduced to jelly by the breathy sounds of a skinny young boy with big blue eyes. It even sounds crazy in his own mind, yet he knew first-hand its undeniable truth.
Cloud can feel the taller man's erection growing steadily against his stomach, and he presses into it just as fingers press into him, searching, readying... A little bit of shifting follows, and immediately he can sense that indescribable thickness nudging his opening that wants to push in, that he wants to push in, so very desperately.
But he doesn't have to wait long, the hunger is simply too much for the both of them, and Sephiroth breaches his opening with a quick thrust of hips, sheathing himself in addictively welcoming heat. Muffled cries pass between them, each burying their faces in the other's shoulder, stalling the noise from waking Zack, and the rest of the Planet.
"Seph..." the cadet whimpers as he pulls back enough to look up at his older lover, eyes twinkling in the dark of the room. It's almost as if he'd forgotten how this felt it was so suddenly wondrous to him, with the warmth of this sensation near overwhelming. It was as if this act increased in intenseness each time, as he remembered each previous encounter with greater fondness and amazement. How was it possible to feel this way - so wanted. With a swift move he catches the other's lips, at a loss for what words he could have spoken then, but instead deeming his actions to speak better for him. And he hopes it works as he slips his tongue tentatively past the General's lips, tasting, savouring each passing moment.
A moan rumbles in Sephiroth's throat as the blonde finally meets him in a kiss, glad for it also because of his lack of appropriate words. What could he possibly say to the boy that would convey these confusing but incredibly impassioned feelings he held, when he didn't rightly understand them himself? All he knew was that he wished to keep drawing these sounds from Cloud, and this light from his eyes, and this taste from his lips. What great beauty he possessed. He was enraptured by it. And it only grew further as his hips finally recalled to move, just gently at first, pleasuring but teasing. Comforting. Alleviating. Needing more.
Entwined limbs shudder in the building pleasure, entwined tongues dancing to their own rhythm, swallowing the cries that threaten to spill from behind joined lips. Cries becoming too close to the surface, too eager too quick. Cloud knows there's more to this yet, he knows he needs... He breaks from the kiss, breathing hard; their dance is incomplete.
Zack is missing.
"Seph, w-we should wake Zack now." The words fumble, but he makes it to the end. He must have them both now, before it becomes to much of an ache to bear, and he can hold them both within him; he knows he can, he needs to. His eyes plead to the other man. "I need him. I need you. Both, together. Please." He hopes they understand.
Though Sephiroth is mildly stunned by the blonde's request and the vehemence behind it, he does understand, and he does not waste time as he reaches over to the dark-haired man to shake him gently. He should have realised sooner that there was something missing from their passion, he knows it is never quite the same without the both of them beside him - his gold and ebony angels. And that sense of belonging pulses within at the mere thought - it reminds him that it's right. Meant to be.
Large hands smooth over defined muscle and sun-kissed skin, retracing dips and curves that have been explored many times before, albeit with a slight less urgency. Zack's limp length is taken in hand and coated with oil, the flesh stroked with more than just the intention of drawing him from sleep, for it also draws him closer to that state in which the other two men hover nearby. A name is called and violet eyes crack open just as he is coaxed to full hardness, and Cloud arches back against his chest, stretching back a hand and pulling his suddenly-aroused body close.
Zack awakes with rapid surprise, eyed blinking wide as he takes in the heated scene before him. Colour floods to his cheeks. "Seph, you're here--"
"I could never truly stay away..." the General smiles with some effort, his current position all but distracting him completely. His body is unsteady. There is little time. "Zack, please, Cloud is in need of... you."
"Mm?" It takes a moment for the words to make sense, but soon enough the SOLDIER understands, his eyes travelling downward to meet Cloud's readily proffered behind. He grins to himself upon realising what is being asked, eagerness washing over him to be wrapped by that great heat, but then frowns once he notices Sephiroth's hardened flesh already occupying the tight orifice. "Seph, but... you--"
"Do it, Zackary."
The General's voice is almost harsh as the words meet his ears, never mind that it sounds strangely like a plea, strained around the edges. But he receives the message loud and clear, discounting that his eyes are still clouded with sleep as he moves to oblige with the request, aligning hips and hands and hearts. Battle-hardened palms meet powder-white skin, soothing over-eager muscles as he shifts close, breathing readiness, and sheathing himself in impossible tightness, impossible heat.
"Ahh!" The boy's body shudders between them, unused to such an incredible sensation, lost somewhere between pain and pleasure but knowing that it's perfect all the same. Yes, this is what he had longed for, to have both lovers joined with him equally and so intimately, and a moment of completion and realisation comes instantly upon him, reflecting the thought. So wonderful and loving were the two men surrounding him - moonlight white to one side, and midnight black on the other - the shades of his whole world. And tears streamed down.
Sephiroth caresses blonde hair, drying damp cheeks with his thumbs. "Don't cry, little Cloud." The soft words float in the air around them, spoken by lips unused to such tender phrases. Zack looks over to the taller man, suddenly very widely awake, and finds battle-worn hands drying the cheeks of their most prized accomplishment. Who'd have thought two undeserving SOLDIERs such as they were, could be so blessed to receive the love of such a jewel. An unforeseen roll of chance. Their luck was so sky-high it might've reached the Heavens.
"They're not bad tears," a hitching breath finally answers, the blonde touching Sephiroth's own cheek to reassure. "Please don't stop."
And promptly Zack takes it upon himself to begin a rhythm between them, driving his length further within Cloud's body with a subtle jerk of hips, keeping on when all that reaches his ears are gasps of ecstasy. To him it sounds as sweet as a Nightingale sings, inspiring his own lips to press down against the blonde's nape and whisper soft words of desire over his skin. Perhaps later he can muster the courage to say them again so Cloud can hear.
Their pace increases slightly as the elder of the three stands to lose his control, the pressured coil in his stomach tight to the point of bursting. He had never before expected to experience this type of divine sensation, both the heat of Cloud's body and the press of Zack's sex against his own - there were simply no words. His peak seemed to be on the verge of scooping him up and whisking him away on his own, when one hand reactively reached down to the cadet's all but forgotten arousal, hurriedly palming it in the hope they might all come together. Find escape together.
He grits his teeth to prevent crying out as he finally lets go, the sudden clenching of the younger boy's body getting the better of him, releasing his seed into the awaiting heat. Blessed relief rolls over him, and he watches enraptured as Cloud finds his own release immediately after, fine features screwing up in pleasure when the moment hits, the most enticing of whimpers escaping bee-stung lips. No dream could ever grant wishes such as to see this so closely and clearly.
Glancing over to Zack through hazed vision sees the ebony-haired boy already shuddering and spent, his face buried amid the wild strands of Cloud's hair, smothering his soft moans and hard breathing. His hands, like those of the General, clutch possessively to the form of the blue-eyed angel wedged comfortably between them. Perfection.
A cloak of bliss settles over them in that moment, peace and fulfilment drowning out all else.
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And what if one day they do not return?
Surely it would take the Planet's end to take his beloveds from him, and not in his most vivid of dreams could he even begin to fathom it. Cloud shook his head in denial of the very possibility. Inconceivable.