raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-17 07:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: raisedbymoogles, f: final fantasy vii, p: cloud/zack, september 17 |
FF7, Zack/Cloud
Title: Tentacles Are Not Regulation Equipment
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Tentacles, sex with tentacles, and - oh shit, how did plot get in there?
Word count: 795
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Zack: Tentacles - Well, this was unexpected.
The rule is, when you find a materia in the field, you surrender it to your commanding officer immediately and under no circumstances do you test it out. Your CO is supposed to hand over the materia to the science department, who will determine its nature and return it to you with instructions on how to use it properly. That's unless it's defective, in which case it's trashed, or valuable, in which case the company keeps it and you get a compensatory check for a hundred gil.
Of course, when your commanding officer is Zack, rules are more like guidelines. When I handrf over the purple crystal I found like a good little trooper, Zack turned right around and equipped it into his armor without a second thought. Hence, I am now stranded up a tree, glaring down at my brainless asshole of a commanding officer who's trying to climb up with me with the useless shreds of his pants flapping around upwards of twenty lashing tentacles.
"Oh, come on, I'm suffering here!" he yells up at me, head tossed back and grinning and generally not looking much like he's suffering at all.
"What the hell did you expect?" I yell back, clinging to my branch.
"I dunno, a speed boost?" Zack's eyes light up. "Ooh. Maybe I still get one." Before I can yell a warning he gathers his tentacles, leaps twenty feet straight up and splays them all out like a hungry octopus on the way down to catch hard in the crown of the tree over my head. One of the branches snaps under his weight, sending him careening into the trunk underside-first.
"Ow," he comments, "my wang. Do I still have a wang?"
"Commanding officers aren't supposed to say wang," I mutter.
I should know better than to say things like that. Amused, Zack slides down the trunk, resting in the crook of a branch just close enough to reach out and tease my legs with a few of the nearer tentacles. "That so, huh? Okay, how about peen?" I glare at him. "Manhood? Wedding tackle? One-eyed trouser snake?"
"You've got enough trouser snakes," I note, "although they better not have eyes."
"I got it," Zack grins, slipping a tentacle in past my belt. "Buster Sword! You can say that all day long in public and nobody'll bat an eye."
"They will the way you say it," I shoot back, then yelp as the foreign limb goes south of the border. "Lieutenant!"
The tentacle pauses. "You want me to stop?" Zack asks gently.
...I hate it when he does this. Because I know beyond any doubt that if I say yes, he'll back off. And he won't think I'm a pansy or anything for it either. It kind of makes me jealous.
"...No," I say, and loosen my belt. Zack lights up. "But don't just jump i-hey!"
The idiot yanks me half off the branch, tangling me thoroughly in his tentacles and has my pants down around my knees before I have time to squawk - he's way too good with those damn tentacles for only having them a few minutes. I end up half-collapsed against him, biting the skin over his collarbone to stifle myself as Zack writhes against me and wraps around my cock and ass. One tentacle presses against my opening, but doesn't enter - letting the pressure of it make lewd suggestions in my mind as his tentacles and one hand do the real work of stroking me hard and slick.
"Why," I gasp out over my mouthful of skin, "do you have to be good at godsdamn everything?"
I feel him grin, feel his multiple grips tighten around me. "I'll be bad at something to make you happy, Spike. Pick a talent."
"Shut up," I moan, and he laughs and kisses me and white heat lances from my mouth straight to my groin. My world quakes...
...when I come to, he's tentacle-less again, and we're propped up against the tree like everything's totally normal, except he doesn't have any pants on. I'm about to point out how completely against military regulations that is except he's staring out at the sunlight like - all right, there are times when he doesn't have that goofy grin on his face, but I try to leave him alone those times.
He won't let go, though, so I'm stuck. "Where'd the tentacles go?" I ask.
He starts, blinks at me like he forgot I was there (bastard, he better not have), and smiles again like he always does. "Shirt pocket. Why, wanna try it out?"
"Beg me to," I grunt, and immediately regret it - I should know better to say things like that, Zack always takes it as a challenge.