Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud/Aries, 7th Heaven, (1/2)
The first level of heaven they reached was together. It was just Zack and Sephiroth at first, and then they collected Cloud and Aeris, and all the parts in their soul just got filled up, because Cloud and Sephiroth were broken in different ways but broken together, and having Zack and Aeris sleep beside them, someone for them to protect and be protected by, was just enough to send them all over the edge.
Dry and warm and cozy, up beside a fire on a winter night, the fire didn't do much to warm them, but the nuzzling of bare chests and necks against bare legs and arms was just about enough for the all of them. And even if Sephi was crushed under the other three's combined weight at the end, that didn't matter so much.
Oh, except for when he rolled over in the middle of the night and discovered that yes, there was still a finger up his asshole and it tended to clench periodically.
Dignified, he tried to stop it, but he came in Aeris' carpet and hoped she wouldn't mind.
The second level of heaven they reached was desire. Zack decided that they should all take a vacation, tricked them all into one car, pointed the car in a random direction and kept his foot on the accelerator. The way they all sprawled out around him, Cloud looking so determined to coil his hand around him and just make him feel good while Aeris moaned behind him and Sephi tried to stay as far away from all the happenings as possible but not quite succeeding, judging by the blush on his cheeks and the bulge in his pants.
The car might've swerved once or twice. And no, the ditch they'd fallen into had nothing whatsoever to do with the way Aeris' back arched in the rearview mirror.
The third level of heaven was just about relaxation. They lay together under the sun on a hill, the grass tickling their bodies through their clothing, Sephi resting with his back up against a tree, so much bigger than the rest of them, while Cloud and Zack brawled with each other, trying to get the upper hand and Aeris exasperatedly trying to get them to break it up. Eventually she turns to him, and there is frustration in her eyes, and she drops to her hands and knees and brazenly tugs down his pants.
As his cock is indulged by the head bobbing up and down, Sephi blows away an errant leaf and tries a small twitch of the lips, which grows broader when he notes Zack and Cloud staring at him wide-eyed.
It became a bit of a rictus when the other two joined in, though, their tongues battling and twining up his stomach and past his navel, over his nipples and, wait, no, staying at his nipples for a while.
The trust in all three of their gazes is enough for him to unburden himself a little, and as the tension flows out of him Cloud relaxes too.
The fourth level of heaven was simply about contentment. At any time whatsoever Aeris'd come in to the barracks and headquarters bearing a little basket of flowers and fruits. Watching her boys devour what she gave them - Sephi being a little more classy and usually getting out a knife, while juice dribbled down the Zack's chin, and Cloud took little nibbles, she'd smile and usually not object (indeed, why else would she come in?) when they took her up against a wall (Sephi being, again, a little more classy and using his desk) and lowered themselves into her.
Even when she pushed her head against the surface she was pressed to, her small frame arching and bucking over their thrusts, she was smiling.