Kingdom Hearts II: Best Dessert Ever - Sephiroth/Larxene/Zack
Okay, so... I'm a member of the LJ comm pornandkittens, which is basically a fantastic excuse to write random porn for other members and get it written for you. During my wanderings there, I met up with animekittysama and challenged her to a Larxene/Sephiroth pairing. Her fantastic first entry led to a whole ton of Sephiroth/Larxene/Zexion fics that can be found on kh_het, but she also ended up writing a big long series of Marluxia/Sephiroth/Larxene fics here, along with some contributions from me (and a random appearance by Zack!) We call it, "The Savage Nymphomaniac" series. ;-) This fic is a continuation of that series; it grew so large that I couldn't be bothered to post it broken up in comments. This is mostly just for animekittysama, but if people want to read it, I won't stop them (though I advise reading the series at pornandkittens first to find out what's going on)
Title: Best Dessert Ever
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Sephiroth x Larxene ( x Zack at the end ), reference to past Marluxia x Sephiroth x Larxene
Challenge Community: pornandkittens
Rating: NC-17 for lots and lots of smut (some incuding food). Mostly het, with some yaoi overtones.
Disclaimer: Sephiroth, Zack, and all FF7 characters/concepts are property of Square Enix and Nomura Tetsuya. Nomura also owns Marluxia, Larxene, and all KH characters/concepts, but Disney also has a stake in them. Love the Disney. ;-)
Dedicated to: animekittysama, for writing such smoking hawt Sephiroth/Larxene
There were many things Sephiroth hated. Cowards... officious fools... people attempting to take advantage of his power... Hades' truly disturbing dental hygiene... all worthy of his loathing. But right now, in this moment, he had to say that what he hated more than anything else was irony.
And considering what his response had been to events last night, he had the sinking feeling that his situation was the very definition of irony.
Incredible... he ran all the way to this Colosseum to escape one jealous male, and now... now the shoe was on the other foot, no matter how much he tried to convince himself he did not care.
Irony. Oh yes. Hilarious. Fucking brilliant.
He supposed that the best reaction on walking in on Zack and Larxene fucking like rabbits would have been to just throw off his clothes and dive right in. He was sure that most people would have done the same. Hell, he was dead certain that, had the situation been reversed and Zack been in his place, the pants wouldn't have hit the ground before the dark-haired man had launched himself belly-first onto the bed.
But watching Larxene arch in electric bliss, sweaty and beautiful, and listening to Zack cheerfully call him a lunatic for avoiding her, had sparked a flash of bitter resentment and anger in his chest, and whatever arousal he had been feeling was faint compared to the tainted emotions beginning to fester. The last thing he wanted was to join them... and even if it proved physically pleasurable, it would do nothing but make his mood even worse. So he had politely but cooly excused himself, muttering some comment about, "letting them get on with it," before leaving, not looking back to see the confused looks on their faces.
He'd gone through the rest of the day as normal, albeit being even more vicious in his bouts in the ring, annihilating his opponents in record time. He was lucky enough not to see Zack; in his current mood, he did not particularly want to see his old friend. And that thought made him even glummer.
And now he was here, perched on the high wall of the Colosseum and watching the sun set. Brooding. Sulking, even.
And he hated it.
More specifically, he hated not knowing why he was feeling this way. It certainly wasn't due to tender romantic feelings, that was for sure. Larxene was an incredible fuck, but "romantic" was never a word that could be associated with her in any form or fashion. They'd never been in a "relationship", they'd never been exclusive, and they most likely never would be. It's not like he had a right to get possessive or annoyed if she bedded another man...
His thought process screeched to a halt on that thought, intent on giving it more consideration. That was the weird thing, wasn't it? She HAD bedded another man during their brief affair, often right in front of him, and it had never bothered him in the slightest. In fact, it had somewhat aroused him. If it had been Larxene and Marluxia he'd walked in on, he would have had absolutely no problem at all. Hell, he would have almost been tempted to be "stupid" and join in. He was not like Marluxia, so possessive and insecure as to grow threatened by seeing his lover come for another...
As long as that "other" is Marluxia, it seems, Sephiroth admitted to himself ruefully. For some reason, seeing Zack do the very same things that he and the Graceful Assassin had done... make her moan in that same breathy voice... made him want to do violence on the nearest inanimate object. And he had no idea why. He considered the notion that it could be because Zack was his friend, while Marluxia was just a random stranger... then he considered the idea that it could be that Marluxia had a prior "claim" to Larxene that negated any jealousy the One Winged Angel might feel, while Zack had no such claim to protect him. Neither idea particularly satisfied him, and thinking about it was only making him more frustrated.
Still, it was a better thing to think about than the image of Larxene, moaning and wanton, bucking with the thrusts of the man he considered his best friend.
"There you are!" The voice behind him was so friendly and familiar that Sephiroth didn't even need to turn around to see who it was. With an undignified "plop", Zack sat down beside him. "I've been looking for you, you dope!"
"I've been busy," Sephiroth said dully, flexing his wing a little. He wasn't going to leave just yet - he didn't want to be accused of avoiding his friend - but damned if he wasn't going to take the first opportunity of leaving when it happened. After a slightly tight silence, he asked politely, "Did you have a nice night?"
At that, Zack's eyes rolled up in his head and he made a noise somewhere between an exhausted groan and hysterical laughter. "Oh god, I don't think I'm gonna walk straight for a week. I feel like I've stuck my dick in an electric socket."
Despite himself, Sephiroth chuckled slightly. "I take it things went well after I left, then."
"Huh? Oh, nah, not like that. Trust me, once was enough." He laughed, a good hearty laugh that could not help but tease a slight curve of the lips from his companion. "Between the wild sex and the tazering, I was gone. I fell asleep about five or ten minutes after you left." He grinned ruefully, and rubbed a bruise on his shoulder that Sephiroth hadn't noticed before. "She was... NOT pleased, shall we say."
"I see," Sephiroth said noncommittally. He was rather dismayed to find himself pleased that no further debauchery had taken place without him. What the fuck did he care, anyway?
Zack was still chuckling. "Oh man... don't get me wrong, she's DYNAMITE in the sack, some of the best sex I've ever had.... or up there, anyway... but hell if I can keep up with her. She's inhuman, I'm telling you. No," he slapped a brotherly hand on Sephiroth's shoulder, "I think it's probably safer for me to leave her up to the professionals, you know, the guys who can actually handle her. She's all yours, man... at least you can walk straight after."
"Mmm," Sephiroth made a tight noise of acknowledgment, his eyes still on the horizon as it slowly turned a deep purple.
There was a pause before Zack sighed. "All right, Sephiroth. Spill it. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Sephiroth responded automatically.
"Bullshit," Zack responded cheerfully, but there was a serious note in his voice that said he knew his friend was troubled and he was not about to give up on him. "I knew something was wrong with you the minute you turned around and walked out on us rather than jumping in and joining us."
The silver-haired man felt a rush of bitterness, and without thinking spat a little of it out. "Well, pardon me for not dropping my pants at the first sign of naked skin. Not everyone has so few inhibitions as to throw themselves blindly into a threesome, you know."
"Whoa whoa whoa," Zack waved his hands in front of him defensively against Sephiroth's agressive tirade. "Time out. FIrst of all... that's a load of total crap, and you know it, Mister Silver and Sexy." He grinned and winked at Sephiroth, who growled and muttered something under his breath. "I know you've had your share of threesomes before, so don't pretend to be all high and mighty now..."
"Yes, because OBVIOUSLY since I've had threesomes before, I must have absolutely no reservations of entering into another one, regardless of the people involved... and of course, I must be tripping over myself to do so, seeing as I'm *so* deprived," Sephiroth retorted. He knew he was giving Marluxia a run for his money at this point, and frankly, he didn't much care. Besides, Zack was his friend... that meant he could afford to show a little more of his true feelings.
Zack looked at his friend, the teasing look briefly leaving his face to betray surprise and concern. "... ok, now I know something's wrong with you. Are you angry at me or something?"
A few moments passed before, grudgingly, Sephiroth replied, "No, I'm not angry with you." It was the truth; despite what had happened, he didn't really have any ill will towards his old friend. Not only that, but he wasn't even angry at Larxene; she was just being her usual self. His anger was mostly directed at the situation and at himself for feeling so frustrated.
"Well, that's good," Zack breathed a sigh of relief before sobering. "Seriously, though... I'm sorry, Sephiroth. I didn't know that you and her..."
"We're not," his friend said quickly.
"Oh," Zack offered helpfully. He thought for a moment. "Then... what's the problem? If you're not in a relationship like that, why has it got you so antsy?"
Sephiroth thought for a few moments, before finally replying quietly, "... I don't know." There was little point beating around the bush; Zack had already gotten the scent, and he was like a bloodhound when he was on the trail, so better to just be honest and up front.
"Hmm," Zack mused on that. "You never told me what your background with her is."
"No, and I'm not going to. Nice try, Zack."
"Aww, come on! At least fess up a few details! I mean, you told me to keep her away from you... so who walked out on who, anyway?"
Sephiroth growled in frustration over having such an insistent friend. "Fine. I walked out on her. But only because my life was in danger. Satisfied?"
"Then why did you tell me to keep her away from you?"
"Because she'd be likely to drag me back into the same situation where my life was in danger. Besides, believe it or not, *I* rather like walking straight too. It was something I didn't get to do often while I was with her."
Zack seemed to take all this in and consider it deeply, if the ridiculous pursed look on his face was any indication. "So you thought she might come looking for you?"
Sephiroth snorted. "Considering how frequently she was after my dick, it certainly crossed my mind."
"That's what I love about you, Seph... so humble." Zack stood up. "But lo! I have discovered the answer! I shall use my secret MIND READING powers to decipher the root of your discomfort, and rid you of your angsty mcwhinypants!"
"...Zack, no one is going to be ridding me of my pants, mcwhiny or otherwise," Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "And if you have some great insight to impart, please just say so."
Totally ignoring his friend, Zack plopped his hand on top of Sephiroth's head, digging his fingers into silver hair and moving in a spider-like fashion, as if to tease the information out of his brain. If that weren't bad enough, he was also making weird chanting, "OOOMMMMMM" noises.
"Zack, if you mess up my hair, there WILL be blood all over the colosseum," the angel snarled. His hair was a matter of pride with him, and only Zack could ever get away with touching it so irreverently outside of the bedroom.
His friend ignored his annoyance, continuing on in the same way before announcing, in a mock-mystic voice, "Wait... I'm getting something... I'm seeing something..."
"Oh, do share. That way I can at last leave and redo my hair," Sephiroth quipped.
"Mmmmm..." Zack hummed, then spoke again in his normal voice. "This is what I think it is. I think that, even though you didn't exactly want her to come find you because of all this weird shit you're describing, deep down... you did want her to look for you. Or... let's put it this way, if she was gonna look, you wanted her to look for you. Because, you know... you were just THAT damn good. You and your fantasticock just made THAT much of an impression that she had to come chasing you down. And even if you never saw her again, or even if you turned her away... you could still feel smug about the fact that she was looking for you because you were the best she'd ever had."
Zack sat back down, smiling as if he'd solved the greatest mystery of life. "And then she shows up here, just like she's supposed to, hungry mad for your cock just like you expected. But then... suddenly, out of nowhere, she's going for someone else's cock. Mine, to be precise. And A VERY NICE COCK IT IS TOO, thank you very much. But still... it's not YOUR cock. And that's what's bothering you, isn't it? You're supposed to be the best lover she's ever had, will ever have, and so on and so forth... and yet, when she can't have you, she just shrugs and gets someone else. She SETTLES. And what's worse, she settles when you're RIGHT THERE, only a little ways away. If she'd just waited five minutes, or had higher standards, or whatever, she could've had the real thing. She SHOULD'VE had the real thing. But she didn't. When she couldn't have it, she just shrugged and had something else instead. The so called greatest lover of all, and he's passed over for a backbencher." He tilted his head. "And I bet that has to bruise your ego something REAL fierce. That's what this is about, isn't it? Your ego and pride and general penicular fortitude got ignored by the beautiful woman you used to fuck and STILL want to fuck. You just hate the fact that she came all the way here looking for you... and then got distracted at the key moment... by someone who isn't you." He grinned. "In short... you're just pissed that she got started on the fuckfest without waiting for the guest of honor."
Sephiroth opened his mouth, ready to let lose a torrent of invective on his friend... then quietly shut it again.
Goddamnit, he hated it when Zack was right.
"Then of course, the fact that it was me is even worse," Zack quipped conversationally, as if he didn't mind in the least. "I'm supposed to be your best bud, the one who's got your back. Naturally, of course, this means that I am supposed to magically read your mind and gather that when you say, 'Keep this crazy cloaked lady away from me,' you really mean, 'Pretend to keep her away from me, but in fact let her come so that I can fuck her senseless, and and by the way, hands off.' Unfortunately, I had had too much to drink the night before and my mindreading skills were not up to snuff... all I got was, 'Keep this crazy cloaked lady away from me.' So then I did just that, and stupidly assumed that you didn't WANT to be alerted to her presence. Then... well, obviously things got a little hot and heavy between us. Which I suppose is my fault for not being magically aware of your desire to fuck her yourself and not wanting her to get distracted by other shiny cocks in the meantime. Obviously, this entire thing is my fault for not reading your mind, Sephiroth! I am a totally horrible person who should throw themselves from the top of this Colosseum! I WILL NOW DISEMBOWEL MYSELF TO REPENT FOR MY SHAME!" He mimed cutting open his stomach and dying in the most overblown dramatic way possible.
"All right, all right," Sephiroth grumbled. "You've made your point." It was the closest he would ever come to an apology, but the grin on Zack's face made it clear that he took it in the spirit it was meant.
"All right, now we're getting somewhere. And for what it's worth," Zack sobered a little, sincerity written on his face, "I'm sorry that I just lept into bed with her without asking you what the hell was going on. It was a little stupid of me, now that I think about it. Forgive?"
Sephiroth paused for a second... but only a second. He could only stand to keep Zack in suspense so long, what with those cute puppy-dog eyes of his. "You're already forgiven, Zack." He smiled, one of his rare sincere ones that he only tended to share with his old friend.
"Awesome," Zack breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as always, he snapped back at attention. "So now we're on the same page, we have to get you laid."
"What? No!" Sephiroth buried his face in his hands and shook his head. "No, Zack, I am NOT going to let you go on some wild goosechase that will somehow involve me sleeping with Larxene again. I've gone down that road before."
"Who said anything about a wild goose chase? Trust me, I've got it in the bag," Zack waved off his friend's concerns. "Look, we gotta do it soon anyway. She told me last night that she's going back to wherever she came from tomorrow, so this is your only chance to get it on..."
Sephiroth couldn't restrain a chuckle even as he shook his head in disbelief. "Zack, it's really not that big an issue... I don't plan everything around my dick."
"Maybe not, but she did, and we wouldn't want her to come all this way for nothing, would we?"
The silver-haired man smirked. "Well, she had you. I wouldn't call that nothing."
"Awww, you're so sweet, Seph..." Zack opened his mouth as if to continue speaking, when suddenly he got The Look on his face. Sephiroth knew The Look well; it was 'The Look That Signals Zack Has Conceived Of A So Called Brilliant Plan'. "Sweet... that's it!"
"That's what?" Sephiroth wasn't sure he wanted to know.
It was frightening how wide Zack's grin could get. "Oh don't worry. I think I have just the thing to... 'reconcile' you two."
===
All things considered, Larxene was in a good mood, as far as emotionless Nobodies went. Thus, there was a certain spring in her step as she walked through the hallways of the Colosseum. Not that that made her any less dangerous... quite the reverse. There were more than a few fighters wandering the halls that, upon seeing her almost bouncy saunter, withdrew quickly with a look of panic on their faces.
The day had been spent very pleasantly in the arena, shocking the other combatants... literally. Larxene smirked wickedly as she remembered how competitor after competitor had fallen before her bolts. It was a most enjoyable followup to a most enjoyable night... that earned another smirk from her. Zack had been a most enjoyable partner, eager and funloving and spontaneous in a different way than her usual preferred partners. Unfortunately, though he had been fantastically primal, he was also fantastically human, and thus had conked out before Larxene had had a chance to fully put him through the motions. Even a well placed slap didn't rouse him from his impressive snores, and Larxene had been mildly miffed as she stalked out of his chambers, her appetite tempted but only half-sated.
She knew there was one particular man in the Colosseum who could have sated her fully, and more, but she could not find him, and frankly, she wasn't about to go looking particularly hard. She was quite annoyed at Sephiroth; first he got her hopes up by walking in on them, then dashed them by storming off. Larxene sighed. What was it with these stupid emotions like jealousy getting in the way of a good fuck? If that was the cost of having a heart, Larxene was no longer sure she wanted one.
Still, despite her annoyance at Sephiroth's refusal to join in, she was still hoping to have one last crack at him before returning to Marluxia. After all... she had come all this way to have another taste of him...
"Excuse me, uh, miss?"
Larxene whirled around at the sound of the voice, only to find no one standing behind her. Glancing around for a moment, she then looked down... and saw a squat, portly satyr, sweating as if he had just been sent to an execution squad.
"Uh," Phil stuttered, wiping a nervous sheen of sweat from his forehead, "I have a letter for you from Zack."
Larxene flashed a brilliant, dangerous smile. "Oh really? How thoughtful of him. Let me see it."
She held out her hand. Phil, obviously glad to escape from the woman who had already done massive amounts of damage when she first arrived, thrust a folded piece of paper into her hands before scooting off. Chuckling to herself at his discomfort, Larxene unfolded the note and read it.
Hey Lightning Bug,
Thought you might like to come by my place tonight before you head home. I have dessert. Really nice dessert.
See you soon,
Zack
Larxene was already on the move before she finished reading the note. Her stomach was beginning to growl, and she had a taste for cheesecake. And Zack. And cheesecake and Zack, or cheesecake WITH Zack, or Zack with cheesecake... any permutation, really. Whipped cream was in there somewhere too, she trusted.
Already at his door, she knocked once, a sharp rap that needed no identification. After a moment, Zack's cheerful voice rang out from the other side of the door. "That was fast. Come in!"
Larxene opened the door and walked into the room to find herself faced with an almost garish spread of cakes and sweets. Zack had not been kidding when he'd said there'd be dessert; the round table nearly groaned under the weight of it. There were cheesecakes - about three different kinds by the looks of it - pumpkin pie, strawberry tart, chocolate mousse... every manner of delectable dish was there, ready to be savored.
And speaking of delectable dishes, Sephiroth was sitting in the chair opposite to her.
Larxene blinked, surprised to see the silver-haired man. He was reclining easily in the seat, eyeing her with that familiar look of amusement and lust. He was wearing something similar to his usual ensemble; the coat, pants and belts were still in place, but his sword and shoulder armor was nowhere to be seen, making him look more casual and relaxed. He looked as damnably handsome and immaculate as ever, save for the tiniest smudge of strawberry sauce at the corner of his lips, only visible as he smirked. She had the very, VERY strong urge to leap forward and suck that sauce off, along with other things. Her mouth moistened, to say nothing of certain other parts of her.
Instead of following that impulse of lust and sugar, she instead crossed her arms and looked mock-disdainful. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you. He's here for dessert." Larxene started a little when Zack's voice came from behind a particularly large cheesecake. He poked his head around and grinned, mouth covered with chocolate sauce. "Sorry, don't mind me. I couldn't resist."
"Of course, Zack," she smiled sweetly, sitting herself down in the empty third chair. A plate was ready for her, and she helped herself to the large variety of goodies. The sweet taste on her tongue was heaven, and she indulged in coming as close to happiness as a Nobody could.
Despite the enticement of sugar that threatened to consume her full attention, however, she glanced at her dinner companions. Zack seemed to be as cheerfully enamored of the buffet table as her, pausing only to grin at her or Sephiroth before helping himself to another slice or three of cake. Sephiroth, in contrast, ate rather sparingly and slowly, yet obviously savoring every small bite fully before swallowing it; considering his style of lovemaking, she wasn't surprised. And even though he wasn't eating as much dessert as the rest of them, it was obvious that he was feasting... his eyes barely left her during the whole time, twinkling with amusement and desire as they raked over her cloaked form. If his looks could do something, she was sure that she'd be naked five times over and on the floor moaning by now. The thought made her loins clench in delicious anticipation.
After she'd had at least a bite of everything on the table, she turned to the silver-haired man, who had up until now been silent. She wasn't too concerned, as he had obviously thrown off whatever mood he'd stormed off in, but she wasn't going to let him go that easy. "So, why did you leave?"
Shrugging, Sephiroth murmured, "You may not have realized it, Larxene, but your boyfriend Marluxia was about five fucks away from killing me outright. I left because I knew when best to make a strategic retreat."
"Yay for strategic retreats!" Zack cheered through a mouthful of mousse.
Larxene nodded, unsurprised. "All right, that's one down. Now how about last night?"
Sephiroth's eyes glimmered darkly, and his smirk made her want to shiver. "Well, you were busy... Besides, it was obvious that you'd come here looking for... something," he looked bluntly down at her breasts and where her loins would be. "It seemed to me that you had found it."
Larxene raised an eyebrow. "I see..." she purred, drawing out the syllables. "And... what if I told you that I originally came here looking for someone in particular?"
He shrugged calmly, but the air was crackling with tension. "You seemed to find him well enough." He nodded at Zack, who smiled and waved happily.
"Mmm," Larxene commented. Things were becoming very clear now, and she had to laugh at how even the most powerful of men were still slaves of their egos. "Well, I was certainly glad to find him," she taunted him, wanting to fling a few barbs at him. "After all, he didn't try and avoid me or run out on me like a coward... he actually decided to stick around and satisfy me."
She had hoped to light a spark of anger in the one winged angel's eyes, to make him angry; instead, he simply shrugged and looked unconcerned. Somehow, that was even hotter. "Fair enough. Which was why I thought I could leave it in his capable hands." He tilted his head, as if he was somehow innocent. "Why, was he not enough for you?"
"Hey!" The third member of their party made clear his displeasure through a mouthful of cheesecake. "I'll have you know that I was more than enough for her for at LEAST an hour. Granted, I fell asleep after that, so I can't speak for afterwards, but for that hour, I was dynamite, man."
"He was indeed," Larxene affirmed. "Still... what if I told you that it was someone else I came here to find?"
Sephiroth leaned forward over the table, his eyes literally glowing with promise. "Fascinating. And why would you still be looking for this person, now you've found Zack?"
Larxene also leaned forward, her breasts swaying tantalizingly under her cloak as she bent forward. "Oh, no special reason. You know, besides the fucking. And the fucking. And the fucking.... did I mention the fucking?"
That earned a chuckle as rich as the chocolate she'd just been snacking on. "You may have covered it, yes." Without breaking eye contact, Sephiroth reached down and picked up a slice of cake, slowly raising it to her lips....
"No, dude, not that one," Zack commented. "Trust me. She's all about the cheesecake."
Larxene was struck by a sudden sense of the absurdity of the situation, but if anything, it just made the whole thing even hotter. Sephiroth obediently put the piece of chocolate cake back, taking instead a piece of cheesecake and raising it to her lips. Larxene opened her mouth and took a bite of the moist and creamy sweet, not breaking his gaze. It was both the most delicious and erotic thing she'd ever tasted.
"Good, good," Zack commented, taking a slice of pumpkin pie. "Don't mind me, please continue. Best dinner theatre I've ever been to."
Larxene smirked. Even if she had minded the dark haired man's presence, there was no way she wasn't going to continue at this point. Taking a glazed strawberry from a tart, she put it to her lips and began to softly suckle it, erotically running first lips and then tongue over it. She was rewarded by a raised eyebrow and a tongue flicking out to moisten his lips. Inwardly, she filed, "fellating a strawberry" away under Surefire Seduction Tips.
"... can I have that strawberry when you're done?" Zack had gone slightly wide eyed.
"Of course, lover..." she replied mock-demurely, handing the strawberry to Zack without looking away from Sephiroth. The gesture was a seduction for both of them, as far as she was concerned.
Zack, for his part, smiled like he'd won the lottery before popping it in his mouth. "Awesome. Seph, do the cheesecake kiss next."
Sephiroth laughed softly under his breath before taking a bite of his cheesecake. He then leaned forward, his face drawing ever closer to Larxene. Not one to beat around the bush, Larxene immediately went in for the kill and tried to devour his mouth with her own, only to find his lips firmly shut, only the faintest taste of cheesecake there. Making a noise between a growl and a whine, Larxene pulled away and pouted.
That earned another rich chuckle, before he leaned even closer and murmured, his voice undistorted by the small morsel in his mouth. "Come, Larxene... you can do better than that."
The bastard wanted his ego stroked. She should really punish him for that... except that it made her wet with arousal. He really was the only man who made arrogance erotic. So, without begging or humbling herself, she leaned forward and snarled in his ear, with all the dominance and pride that she possessed, "I want you, you bastard. Now fuck me."
This time, there was no teasing as his lips crushed down on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth and filling it with the sweet taste of cheesecake. He tugged at her jacket almost violently, pulling her towards him and up onto the table, threatening to spill the plates everywhere.
"Hey, not the cheesecake!" Zack yelled, dashing forward to save the desserts. He had to work quickly, as Sephiroth was already clearing space to throw Larxene down on, not caring as the remnants of the pumpkin pie fell to the ground. "Oh man, do you know how much carpet cleaning costs! Jesus, man, were you raised in a barn? ... never mind, look, just... play tonsil hockey a little longer while I get this all out of your way."
Larxene laughed into the kiss, then moaned as Sephiroth's hand snaked up between them and squeezed her breasts. There was the soft sound of a zipper, then his warm hands were slipping inside her coat and under the silk of her bra, teasing gently but mercilessly. She groaned, longing to lie back on the table and writhe.
Luckily, Zack was quick in rescuing the dessert from the imminent sex, and was able to arrange most of it neatly on his lap where he could pick at it while watching the show. By this time, Sephiroth had peeled off Larxene's coat and laid it back on the table, pressing her down on top of it. She cursed in pleasure as he groped her naked body with his hands, hissing as his callouses rasped against soft skin. When his fingers found her folds and glided over her clitoris, she arched her back and cried out through clenched teeth.
"... wow, that is hot," Zack commented. "Do you think you could rotate the table around so I can get a better view?"
Ignoring his friend, Sephiroth peeled off his own jacket, exposing his bare chest. Not one to lay back and accept "defeat" passively, Larxene ran her fingers and hands up his sides, stroking over his pectorals and across his broad shoulders, letting her current flow into him. The effect was gratifying; he stiffened and shivered with pleasure, making a low growling sound.
Aroused yet impatient, Larxene placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down firmly, her hands sparking slightly as if to force the issue. Zack noticed it. "Hey, Seph, I think she wants you to..."
"Zack, if you make any comments about eating or putting my mouth to good use, I swear I'm going to kick you out," Sephiroth muttered, already slowly descending between Larxene's parted thighs.
"I'd never be so coarse, Sephiroth! And besides, what do you mean, 'kick me out?" This is my room, you jerk! And this is my table, and my desserts! I should kick YOU out for ruining perfectly good chocolate mousse, you know!"
Oh, so that's what went *splut* when Sephiroth threw me down, Larxene thought dimly, but she soon lost interest in the argument when Sephiroth put his tongue to better use than speaking.
Arching beautifully on the table, the Savage Nymph made a low sound of ecstasy as Sephiroth's mouth worked her gently. Oh god, she had missed this, missed what he could do with that mouth... missed that blend of slow power that was so uniquely his. If she had emotions, she'd be damn pissed at Marluxia for chasing this off... as it was, she simply pressed back against him, rolling her hips to savor every moment of the contact.
Hands slipped up to grasp and squeeze her breasts and stroke her sweat-slick skin. She was already on the edge, but she wanted to make him work for it, biting her lip against the onslaught of sensation. He took it as a challenge and unleashed his full range of skill... kissing her clitoris before sucking it gently, blowing on her swollen sex, and making soft noises of satisfaction that only served to drive her closer and closer to the edge, until...
With a wild scream, Larxene bucked on the table, arms and legs flailing wildly and knocking off a few stray dishes and tarts. She didn't care; her mind was just one electric bolt of pleasure. The orgasm seemed to go on forever and ever, and it left her limp and sweaty in the aftermath.
"...holy shit." Zack's voice had lost its teasing edge and was instead filled with awe and lust. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Dimly, she was aware of a soft rustling of leather over naked flesh, and then there was warmth between her thighs, Sephiroth naked and poised to take her. Growling, she rolled her hips and accepted him into her as he thrust, both groaning almost in relief as he entered her. He leaned down to rest on top of her, and she wound her arms and legs around him tightly, clinging to him in preparation for the next thrust.
He moved in that same wonderful rhythm that drove her mad, rolling his hips almost lazily as he took her. She matched him thrust for thrust, shoving back against him roughly in an attempt to spur him faster, harder. He never did, though, and in the end she preferred it that way. Later there'd be time to ride him and take things her pace; right now, he was reminding her just what brought her all this way in the first place.
"... I was right the first time. You ARE a lunatic," Zack said, his voice sounding slightly unsteady from lust. "You walked away from THIS?"
It seemed to go forever, both of them moving in perfect unison, her making small pants of delight as their bodies came together. At last, as they both spilled over the edge, he sped up, thrusting into her quickly and making her scream her approval. She heard his accompanying growl of pleasure, a deep and dusky sound, and it threw her over the edge, her mind whiting out as she shook.
As her sight returned, she became aware of her surroundings again... the warmth of the table beneath her, the scent of sex and sugar, the sound of Sephiroth's deep breathing by her ear, the silver wisps that floated before her vision. She smiled.
She was still hungry.
"I really hope that wasn't it," Zack commented, taking another bite of cheesecake. "I mean, I could go for longer than that."
"Don't worry," she heard her lover breathe in her ear, "We're just getting started."
===
Zack was in awe. He was in several other things as well, probably, but awe matched best.
Fuck, are these two even human?
He'd long ago lost track of the time; it had to be at least past midnight, which meant several hours had passed since the games began. And they were STILL not showing any signs of slowing down.
They were on the floor by now... not because of lack of coordination, but because they had literally broken the table. And they had just kept going as if they didn't even notice. In fact, they had seemed to take the larger space as a challenge to find new positions that weren't humanly possible. Zack was no biologist, but he was reasonably certain that females were not supposed to bend that way, and he was REALLY certain that males weren't supposed to bend THAT way either.
What amazed him most of all was the way they barely paused between things. They would have a few moments to bask in the afterglow, and then they'd be moving again. No sooner would Larxene be curled up on Sephiroth's chest, panting and sweaty and purring in contentment, then she'd be riding him again like a horse, using him for her own pleasure before screaming out yet another climax. And that would keep going until Sephiroth got bored and decided to reassert his dominance. Sometimes she would let him. Sometimes she would fight, and then Zack would be gifted with the vision of violent sexual wrestling, both parties biting and clawing and growling out aroused challenges to each other. One would win, they'd roll on top... and the cycle would begin again.
Well, besides the moments when they would grab the nearest bit of food and start feeding it to each other. Erotically.
Zack grimaced. His pants were rather sticky, and he was reasonably sure it wasn't because of the cheesecake he'd had on his lap earlier. He'd climaxed at least four times just from watching them... he'd lost count after that.
A voice in the back of his mind urged him to join in. He tried to tell it that it would most likely kill him. The voice pointed out that he would die with a smile on his face.
He tried to come up with a snarky reply to that, but instead an unbidden vision of Sephiroth saying, "Get your own electric fucktoy" came to mind.
That, coupled with the image of what Larxene would do to his friend if he said that aloud, left Zack in a state of hysterics, and while he was laughing he missed the latest shift in positions, too busy bent over and panting for air himself.
===
After four hours, Larxene at last allowed herself to acknowledge that she might be possibly satisfied. Maybe.
Sighing in contentment, she rested her head on Sephiroth's chest, twirling her finger around his nipple idly. He muttered something that might have once been coherent, but wasn't really trying that hard. Smirking, she asked, "So, are you going to come back?"
There was a pause. "... woman, you've made it so that I can barely walk straight. I think living with you again would kill me."
She pouted. "Oh well. Can't blame me for trying." She shrugged. "Maybe you can come back to visit once our mission in Castle Oblivion is finished."
"... unless the Graceful Assassin has suddenly turned into something nice like the Graceful Gardener, I think I'm safer here," Sephiroth shifted on the floor, wincing a little. "Well, mostly."
"Ah well. I suppose I could come here then, after we're done with the Keyblade wielder." Larxene mused. "In the meantime... since this is my last night here for a good long while, I guess I'd better make the most of it." She slid her thigh between Sephiroth's legs, rubbing wantonly against his cock.
"God, woman, you are a machine," Sephiroth grumbled, but his erection sprung to life almost instantly, and the way his arms slid around her made it clear that he was still ready for another round.
Inhaling his scent, she nuzzled his chest. "How about we move this to the bed?"
"NO!"
The lovers stopped and looked up at Zack, who looked exasperated. "You two are NOT getting into MY bed in THAT state! Do you two realize how much chocolate and sugar you got on each other? I'm not doing the laundry with that stuff." Pointing to a door in the room, he said with all the authority of a big brother, "Shower, now."
Larxene pouted, but her lips twitched in amusement. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he wants to get us all wet and naked."
"I do know better, and I know that's exactly what he has in mind," Sephiroth sighed. Larxene didn't mind. If anything, the tantalizing prospect of water, and the chaos it caused to her powers, made her all the more eager.
They somehow managed to stagger into the shower stall without collapsing to the floor and rutting again. As soon as they slid inside, Sephiroth pressed her up against the tiled wall, making her moan from the contact. Zack, ever helpful, reached in and turned on the water. In moments, the two were bathed in the warm shower, the water glistening on their entwined bodies. Without thinking, Sephiroth began to rock against her. Moaning, Larxene wrapped her legs around his waist and let him take her full weight. Around them, her power began to short out, causing sparks of electricity to leap between them and make them jolt in pain and pleasure. Her orgasm came quickly and violently, and judging by the sheer violence of their mutual spasms, she suspected that she'd just electrocuted them both.
Something small and solid was placed in her hand. Blinking, she looked over Sephiroth's shoulder to see what it was. It was a bar of soap. Zack shrugged from the shower doorway, grinning. "Hey, you guys need to get clean. Just a rinse isn't gonna do it. Besides," his eyes twinkled happily, "suds all over each other's bodies... doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
It certainly didn't, and Larxene took great pleasure in soaping her lover thoroughly, and having him return the favor. One thing led to another, and soon their now slippery bodies were gliding over each other quickly. This orgasm was even more electric, and Larxene felt quite dazed in the aftermath.
This time, something plastic and cylindrical was placed in her hand. It was a bottle of shampoo. She looked at Zack dazedly. "Try shampooing his hair. He LOVES it. It's one of his sinful pleasures. Trust me."
Trusting Zack so far had given her a stomach full of dessert and some of the best sex she'd had in recent memory, so she took his advice. Squeezing some into her palm, she reached up and buried her fingers in Sephiroth's hair, massaging his scalp. She was quite surprised by the approving moan he made, almost more vocal than during sex. Should have known the bastard gets off on having his hair done, she thought amusedly.
She took a long time washing his hair, still with her legs wrapped around his waist, slowly working the suds through his waterfall of hair before rinsing them away. By the time she was finished, he was almost purring in her hands, and she suspected that he might have come again. Chalk up another one for Zack, she mused before nipping playfully at her lover's ear.
"Right, that's the shampooing done," Zack announced, "now for the conditioner!"
Sephiroth somehow stirred himself from the satisfied puddle he'd become and glared at Zack. "Look, Zack, if you're going to be so meddlesome, why don't you stop dicking around and just get in here and join us?"
Zack blinked. "I can't do that! I'd get my shirt all wet."
"We'd take it off," Larxene suggested helpfully. She could smell the faint scent of ozone again and here the snap and crackle of her powers shorting out in anticipation of a third party.
Zack made the cutest mock pout ever. "You can't just take my shirt off! My shirt is part of an ensemble! It goes with the pants and everything! If you took off my shirt, I'd have to take off my pants to match... Oh crap, I just remembered, my boxers match too, so they'd have to go..."
His 'protests' were silenced as Sephiroth and Larxene's arms snaked out simultaneously to grab him by the collar and yank him into the shower.
===
Some time just before the sun rose, as the three lay tangled in Zack's bed, Zack muttered "best dessert ever" followed by something about "sandwiches".
No one thought he was referring to the ice cream kind.
Title: Best Dessert Ever
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Sephiroth x Larxene ( x Zack at the end ), reference to past Marluxia x Sephiroth x Larxene
Challenge Community: pornandkittens
Rating: NC-17 for lots and lots of smut (some incuding food). Mostly het, with some yaoi overtones.
Disclaimer: Sephiroth, Zack, and all FF7 characters/concepts are property of Square Enix and Nomura Tetsuya. Nomura also owns Marluxia, Larxene, and all KH characters/concepts, but Disney also has a stake in them. Love the Disney. ;-)
Dedicated to: animekittysama, for writing such smoking hawt Sephiroth/Larxene
There were many things Sephiroth hated. Cowards... officious fools... people attempting to take advantage of his power... Hades' truly disturbing dental hygiene... all worthy of his loathing. But right now, in this moment, he had to say that what he hated more than anything else was irony.
And considering what his response had been to events last night, he had the sinking feeling that his situation was the very definition of irony.
Incredible... he ran all the way to this Colosseum to escape one jealous male, and now... now the shoe was on the other foot, no matter how much he tried to convince himself he did not care.
Irony. Oh yes. Hilarious. Fucking brilliant.
He supposed that the best reaction on walking in on Zack and Larxene fucking like rabbits would have been to just throw off his clothes and dive right in. He was sure that most people would have done the same. Hell, he was dead certain that, had the situation been reversed and Zack been in his place, the pants wouldn't have hit the ground before the dark-haired man had launched himself belly-first onto the bed.
But watching Larxene arch in electric bliss, sweaty and beautiful, and listening to Zack cheerfully call him a lunatic for avoiding her, had sparked a flash of bitter resentment and anger in his chest, and whatever arousal he had been feeling was faint compared to the tainted emotions beginning to fester. The last thing he wanted was to join them... and even if it proved physically pleasurable, it would do nothing but make his mood even worse. So he had politely but cooly excused himself, muttering some comment about, "letting them get on with it," before leaving, not looking back to see the confused looks on their faces.
He'd gone through the rest of the day as normal, albeit being even more vicious in his bouts in the ring, annihilating his opponents in record time. He was lucky enough not to see Zack; in his current mood, he did not particularly want to see his old friend. And that thought made him even glummer.
And now he was here, perched on the high wall of the Colosseum and watching the sun set. Brooding. Sulking, even.
And he hated it.
More specifically, he hated not knowing why he was feeling this way. It certainly wasn't due to tender romantic feelings, that was for sure. Larxene was an incredible fuck, but "romantic" was never a word that could be associated with her in any form or fashion. They'd never been in a "relationship", they'd never been exclusive, and they most likely never would be. It's not like he had a right to get possessive or annoyed if she bedded another man...
His thought process screeched to a halt on that thought, intent on giving it more consideration. That was the weird thing, wasn't it? She HAD bedded another man during their brief affair, often right in front of him, and it had never bothered him in the slightest. In fact, it had somewhat aroused him. If it had been Larxene and Marluxia he'd walked in on, he would have had absolutely no problem at all. Hell, he would have almost been tempted to be "stupid" and join in. He was not like Marluxia, so possessive and insecure as to grow threatened by seeing his lover come for another...
As long as that "other" is Marluxia, it seems, Sephiroth admitted to himself ruefully. For some reason, seeing Zack do the very same things that he and the Graceful Assassin had done... make her moan in that same breathy voice... made him want to do violence on the nearest inanimate object. And he had no idea why. He considered the notion that it could be because Zack was his friend, while Marluxia was just a random stranger... then he considered the idea that it could be that Marluxia had a prior "claim" to Larxene that negated any jealousy the One Winged Angel might feel, while Zack had no such claim to protect him. Neither idea particularly satisfied him, and thinking about it was only making him more frustrated.
Still, it was a better thing to think about than the image of Larxene, moaning and wanton, bucking with the thrusts of the man he considered his best friend.
"There you are!" The voice behind him was so friendly and familiar that Sephiroth didn't even need to turn around to see who it was. With an undignified "plop", Zack sat down beside him. "I've been looking for you, you dope!"
"I've been busy," Sephiroth said dully, flexing his wing a little. He wasn't going to leave just yet - he didn't want to be accused of avoiding his friend - but damned if he wasn't going to take the first opportunity of leaving when it happened. After a slightly tight silence, he asked politely, "Did you have a nice night?"
At that, Zack's eyes rolled up in his head and he made a noise somewhere between an exhausted groan and hysterical laughter. "Oh god, I don't think I'm gonna walk straight for a week. I feel like I've stuck my dick in an electric socket."
Despite himself, Sephiroth chuckled slightly. "I take it things went well after I left, then."
"Huh? Oh, nah, not like that. Trust me, once was enough." He laughed, a good hearty laugh that could not help but tease a slight curve of the lips from his companion. "Between the wild sex and the tazering, I was gone. I fell asleep about five or ten minutes after you left." He grinned ruefully, and rubbed a bruise on his shoulder that Sephiroth hadn't noticed before. "She was... NOT pleased, shall we say."
"I see," Sephiroth said noncommittally. He was rather dismayed to find himself pleased that no further debauchery had taken place without him. What the fuck did he care, anyway?
Zack was still chuckling. "Oh man... don't get me wrong, she's DYNAMITE in the sack, some of the best sex I've ever had.... or up there, anyway... but hell if I can keep up with her. She's inhuman, I'm telling you. No," he slapped a brotherly hand on Sephiroth's shoulder, "I think it's probably safer for me to leave her up to the professionals, you know, the guys who can actually handle her. She's all yours, man... at least you can walk straight after."
"Mmm," Sephiroth made a tight noise of acknowledgment, his eyes still on the horizon as it slowly turned a deep purple.
There was a pause before Zack sighed. "All right, Sephiroth. Spill it. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Sephiroth responded automatically.
"Bullshit," Zack responded cheerfully, but there was a serious note in his voice that said he knew his friend was troubled and he was not about to give up on him. "I knew something was wrong with you the minute you turned around and walked out on us rather than jumping in and joining us."
The silver-haired man felt a rush of bitterness, and without thinking spat a little of it out. "Well, pardon me for not dropping my pants at the first sign of naked skin. Not everyone has so few inhibitions as to throw themselves blindly into a threesome, you know."
"Whoa whoa whoa," Zack waved his hands in front of him defensively against Sephiroth's agressive tirade. "Time out. FIrst of all... that's a load of total crap, and you know it, Mister Silver and Sexy." He grinned and winked at Sephiroth, who growled and muttered something under his breath. "I know you've had your share of threesomes before, so don't pretend to be all high and mighty now..."
"Yes, because OBVIOUSLY since I've had threesomes before, I must have absolutely no reservations of entering into another one, regardless of the people involved... and of course, I must be tripping over myself to do so, seeing as I'm *so* deprived," Sephiroth retorted. He knew he was giving Marluxia a run for his money at this point, and frankly, he didn't much care. Besides, Zack was his friend... that meant he could afford to show a little more of his true feelings.
Zack looked at his friend, the teasing look briefly leaving his face to betray surprise and concern. "... ok, now I know something's wrong with you. Are you angry at me or something?"
A few moments passed before, grudgingly, Sephiroth replied, "No, I'm not angry with you." It was the truth; despite what had happened, he didn't really have any ill will towards his old friend. Not only that, but he wasn't even angry at Larxene; she was just being her usual self. His anger was mostly directed at the situation and at himself for feeling so frustrated.
"Well, that's good," Zack breathed a sigh of relief before sobering. "Seriously, though... I'm sorry, Sephiroth. I didn't know that you and her..."
"We're not," his friend said quickly.
"Oh," Zack offered helpfully. He thought for a moment. "Then... what's the problem? If you're not in a relationship like that, why has it got you so antsy?"
Sephiroth thought for a few moments, before finally replying quietly, "... I don't know." There was little point beating around the bush; Zack had already gotten the scent, and he was like a bloodhound when he was on the trail, so better to just be honest and up front.
"Hmm," Zack mused on that. "You never told me what your background with her is."
"No, and I'm not going to. Nice try, Zack."
"Aww, come on! At least fess up a few details! I mean, you told me to keep her away from you... so who walked out on who, anyway?"
Sephiroth growled in frustration over having such an insistent friend. "Fine. I walked out on her. But only because my life was in danger. Satisfied?"
"Then why did you tell me to keep her away from you?"
"Because she'd be likely to drag me back into the same situation where my life was in danger. Besides, believe it or not, *I* rather like walking straight too. It was something I didn't get to do often while I was with her."
Zack seemed to take all this in and consider it deeply, if the ridiculous pursed look on his face was any indication. "So you thought she might come looking for you?"
Sephiroth snorted. "Considering how frequently she was after my dick, it certainly crossed my mind."
"That's what I love about you, Seph... so humble." Zack stood up. "But lo! I have discovered the answer! I shall use my secret MIND READING powers to decipher the root of your discomfort, and rid you of your angsty mcwhinypants!"
"...Zack, no one is going to be ridding me of my pants, mcwhiny or otherwise," Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "And if you have some great insight to impart, please just say so."
Totally ignoring his friend, Zack plopped his hand on top of Sephiroth's head, digging his fingers into silver hair and moving in a spider-like fashion, as if to tease the information out of his brain. If that weren't bad enough, he was also making weird chanting, "OOOMMMMMM" noises.
"Zack, if you mess up my hair, there WILL be blood all over the colosseum," the angel snarled. His hair was a matter of pride with him, and only Zack could ever get away with touching it so irreverently outside of the bedroom.
His friend ignored his annoyance, continuing on in the same way before announcing, in a mock-mystic voice, "Wait... I'm getting something... I'm seeing something..."
"Oh, do share. That way I can at last leave and redo my hair," Sephiroth quipped.
"Mmmmm..." Zack hummed, then spoke again in his normal voice. "This is what I think it is. I think that, even though you didn't exactly want her to come find you because of all this weird shit you're describing, deep down... you did want her to look for you. Or... let's put it this way, if she was gonna look, you wanted her to look for you. Because, you know... you were just THAT damn good. You and your fantasticock just made THAT much of an impression that she had to come chasing you down. And even if you never saw her again, or even if you turned her away... you could still feel smug about the fact that she was looking for you because you were the best she'd ever had."
Zack sat back down, smiling as if he'd solved the greatest mystery of life. "And then she shows up here, just like she's supposed to, hungry mad for your cock just like you expected. But then... suddenly, out of nowhere, she's going for someone else's cock. Mine, to be precise. And A VERY NICE COCK IT IS TOO, thank you very much. But still... it's not YOUR cock. And that's what's bothering you, isn't it? You're supposed to be the best lover she's ever had, will ever have, and so on and so forth... and yet, when she can't have you, she just shrugs and gets someone else. She SETTLES. And what's worse, she settles when you're RIGHT THERE, only a little ways away. If she'd just waited five minutes, or had higher standards, or whatever, she could've had the real thing. She SHOULD'VE had the real thing. But she didn't. When she couldn't have it, she just shrugged and had something else instead. The so called greatest lover of all, and he's passed over for a backbencher." He tilted his head. "And I bet that has to bruise your ego something REAL fierce. That's what this is about, isn't it? Your ego and pride and general penicular fortitude got ignored by the beautiful woman you used to fuck and STILL want to fuck. You just hate the fact that she came all the way here looking for you... and then got distracted at the key moment... by someone who isn't you." He grinned. "In short... you're just pissed that she got started on the fuckfest without waiting for the guest of honor."
Sephiroth opened his mouth, ready to let lose a torrent of invective on his friend... then quietly shut it again.
Goddamnit, he hated it when Zack was right.
"Then of course, the fact that it was me is even worse," Zack quipped conversationally, as if he didn't mind in the least. "I'm supposed to be your best bud, the one who's got your back. Naturally, of course, this means that I am supposed to magically read your mind and gather that when you say, 'Keep this crazy cloaked lady away from me,' you really mean, 'Pretend to keep her away from me, but in fact let her come so that I can fuck her senseless, and and by the way, hands off.' Unfortunately, I had had too much to drink the night before and my mindreading skills were not up to snuff... all I got was, 'Keep this crazy cloaked lady away from me.' So then I did just that, and stupidly assumed that you didn't WANT to be alerted to her presence. Then... well, obviously things got a little hot and heavy between us. Which I suppose is my fault for not being magically aware of your desire to fuck her yourself and not wanting her to get distracted by other shiny cocks in the meantime. Obviously, this entire thing is my fault for not reading your mind, Sephiroth! I am a totally horrible person who should throw themselves from the top of this Colosseum! I WILL NOW DISEMBOWEL MYSELF TO REPENT FOR MY SHAME!" He mimed cutting open his stomach and dying in the most overblown dramatic way possible.
"All right, all right," Sephiroth grumbled. "You've made your point." It was the closest he would ever come to an apology, but the grin on Zack's face made it clear that he took it in the spirit it was meant.
"All right, now we're getting somewhere. And for what it's worth," Zack sobered a little, sincerity written on his face, "I'm sorry that I just lept into bed with her without asking you what the hell was going on. It was a little stupid of me, now that I think about it. Forgive?"
Sephiroth paused for a second... but only a second. He could only stand to keep Zack in suspense so long, what with those cute puppy-dog eyes of his. "You're already forgiven, Zack." He smiled, one of his rare sincere ones that he only tended to share with his old friend.
"Awesome," Zack breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as always, he snapped back at attention. "So now we're on the same page, we have to get you laid."
"What? No!" Sephiroth buried his face in his hands and shook his head. "No, Zack, I am NOT going to let you go on some wild goosechase that will somehow involve me sleeping with Larxene again. I've gone down that road before."
"Who said anything about a wild goose chase? Trust me, I've got it in the bag," Zack waved off his friend's concerns. "Look, we gotta do it soon anyway. She told me last night that she's going back to wherever she came from tomorrow, so this is your only chance to get it on..."
Sephiroth couldn't restrain a chuckle even as he shook his head in disbelief. "Zack, it's really not that big an issue... I don't plan everything around my dick."
"Maybe not, but she did, and we wouldn't want her to come all this way for nothing, would we?"
The silver-haired man smirked. "Well, she had you. I wouldn't call that nothing."
"Awww, you're so sweet, Seph..." Zack opened his mouth as if to continue speaking, when suddenly he got The Look on his face. Sephiroth knew The Look well; it was 'The Look That Signals Zack Has Conceived Of A So Called Brilliant Plan'. "Sweet... that's it!"
"That's what?" Sephiroth wasn't sure he wanted to know.
It was frightening how wide Zack's grin could get. "Oh don't worry. I think I have just the thing to... 'reconcile' you two."
===
All things considered, Larxene was in a good mood, as far as emotionless Nobodies went. Thus, there was a certain spring in her step as she walked through the hallways of the Colosseum. Not that that made her any less dangerous... quite the reverse. There were more than a few fighters wandering the halls that, upon seeing her almost bouncy saunter, withdrew quickly with a look of panic on their faces.
The day had been spent very pleasantly in the arena, shocking the other combatants... literally. Larxene smirked wickedly as she remembered how competitor after competitor had fallen before her bolts. It was a most enjoyable followup to a most enjoyable night... that earned another smirk from her. Zack had been a most enjoyable partner, eager and funloving and spontaneous in a different way than her usual preferred partners. Unfortunately, though he had been fantastically primal, he was also fantastically human, and thus had conked out before Larxene had had a chance to fully put him through the motions. Even a well placed slap didn't rouse him from his impressive snores, and Larxene had been mildly miffed as she stalked out of his chambers, her appetite tempted but only half-sated.
She knew there was one particular man in the Colosseum who could have sated her fully, and more, but she could not find him, and frankly, she wasn't about to go looking particularly hard. She was quite annoyed at Sephiroth; first he got her hopes up by walking in on them, then dashed them by storming off. Larxene sighed. What was it with these stupid emotions like jealousy getting in the way of a good fuck? If that was the cost of having a heart, Larxene was no longer sure she wanted one.
Still, despite her annoyance at Sephiroth's refusal to join in, she was still hoping to have one last crack at him before returning to Marluxia. After all... she had come all this way to have another taste of him...
"Excuse me, uh, miss?"
Larxene whirled around at the sound of the voice, only to find no one standing behind her. Glancing around for a moment, she then looked down... and saw a squat, portly satyr, sweating as if he had just been sent to an execution squad.
"Uh," Phil stuttered, wiping a nervous sheen of sweat from his forehead, "I have a letter for you from Zack."
Larxene flashed a brilliant, dangerous smile. "Oh really? How thoughtful of him. Let me see it."
She held out her hand. Phil, obviously glad to escape from the woman who had already done massive amounts of damage when she first arrived, thrust a folded piece of paper into her hands before scooting off. Chuckling to herself at his discomfort, Larxene unfolded the note and read it.
Hey Lightning Bug,
Thought you might like to come by my place tonight before you head home. I have dessert. Really nice dessert.
See you soon,
Zack
Larxene was already on the move before she finished reading the note. Her stomach was beginning to growl, and she had a taste for cheesecake. And Zack. And cheesecake and Zack, or cheesecake WITH Zack, or Zack with cheesecake... any permutation, really. Whipped cream was in there somewhere too, she trusted.
Already at his door, she knocked once, a sharp rap that needed no identification. After a moment, Zack's cheerful voice rang out from the other side of the door. "That was fast. Come in!"
Larxene opened the door and walked into the room to find herself faced with an almost garish spread of cakes and sweets. Zack had not been kidding when he'd said there'd be dessert; the round table nearly groaned under the weight of it. There were cheesecakes - about three different kinds by the looks of it - pumpkin pie, strawberry tart, chocolate mousse... every manner of delectable dish was there, ready to be savored.
And speaking of delectable dishes, Sephiroth was sitting in the chair opposite to her.
Larxene blinked, surprised to see the silver-haired man. He was reclining easily in the seat, eyeing her with that familiar look of amusement and lust. He was wearing something similar to his usual ensemble; the coat, pants and belts were still in place, but his sword and shoulder armor was nowhere to be seen, making him look more casual and relaxed. He looked as damnably handsome and immaculate as ever, save for the tiniest smudge of strawberry sauce at the corner of his lips, only visible as he smirked. She had the very, VERY strong urge to leap forward and suck that sauce off, along with other things. Her mouth moistened, to say nothing of certain other parts of her.
Instead of following that impulse of lust and sugar, she instead crossed her arms and looked mock-disdainful. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you. He's here for dessert." Larxene started a little when Zack's voice came from behind a particularly large cheesecake. He poked his head around and grinned, mouth covered with chocolate sauce. "Sorry, don't mind me. I couldn't resist."
"Of course, Zack," she smiled sweetly, sitting herself down in the empty third chair. A plate was ready for her, and she helped herself to the large variety of goodies. The sweet taste on her tongue was heaven, and she indulged in coming as close to happiness as a Nobody could.
Despite the enticement of sugar that threatened to consume her full attention, however, she glanced at her dinner companions. Zack seemed to be as cheerfully enamored of the buffet table as her, pausing only to grin at her or Sephiroth before helping himself to another slice or three of cake. Sephiroth, in contrast, ate rather sparingly and slowly, yet obviously savoring every small bite fully before swallowing it; considering his style of lovemaking, she wasn't surprised. And even though he wasn't eating as much dessert as the rest of them, it was obvious that he was feasting... his eyes barely left her during the whole time, twinkling with amusement and desire as they raked over her cloaked form. If his looks could do something, she was sure that she'd be naked five times over and on the floor moaning by now. The thought made her loins clench in delicious anticipation.
After she'd had at least a bite of everything on the table, she turned to the silver-haired man, who had up until now been silent. She wasn't too concerned, as he had obviously thrown off whatever mood he'd stormed off in, but she wasn't going to let him go that easy. "So, why did you leave?"
Shrugging, Sephiroth murmured, "You may not have realized it, Larxene, but your boyfriend Marluxia was about five fucks away from killing me outright. I left because I knew when best to make a strategic retreat."
"Yay for strategic retreats!" Zack cheered through a mouthful of mousse.
Larxene nodded, unsurprised. "All right, that's one down. Now how about last night?"
Sephiroth's eyes glimmered darkly, and his smirk made her want to shiver. "Well, you were busy... Besides, it was obvious that you'd come here looking for... something," he looked bluntly down at her breasts and where her loins would be. "It seemed to me that you had found it."
Larxene raised an eyebrow. "I see..." she purred, drawing out the syllables. "And... what if I told you that I originally came here looking for someone in particular?"
He shrugged calmly, but the air was crackling with tension. "You seemed to find him well enough." He nodded at Zack, who smiled and waved happily.
"Mmm," Larxene commented. Things were becoming very clear now, and she had to laugh at how even the most powerful of men were still slaves of their egos. "Well, I was certainly glad to find him," she taunted him, wanting to fling a few barbs at him. "After all, he didn't try and avoid me or run out on me like a coward... he actually decided to stick around and satisfy me."
She had hoped to light a spark of anger in the one winged angel's eyes, to make him angry; instead, he simply shrugged and looked unconcerned. Somehow, that was even hotter. "Fair enough. Which was why I thought I could leave it in his capable hands." He tilted his head, as if he was somehow innocent. "Why, was he not enough for you?"
"Hey!" The third member of their party made clear his displeasure through a mouthful of cheesecake. "I'll have you know that I was more than enough for her for at LEAST an hour. Granted, I fell asleep after that, so I can't speak for afterwards, but for that hour, I was dynamite, man."
"He was indeed," Larxene affirmed. "Still... what if I told you that it was someone else I came here to find?"
Sephiroth leaned forward over the table, his eyes literally glowing with promise. "Fascinating. And why would you still be looking for this person, now you've found Zack?"
Larxene also leaned forward, her breasts swaying tantalizingly under her cloak as she bent forward. "Oh, no special reason. You know, besides the fucking. And the fucking. And the fucking.... did I mention the fucking?"
That earned a chuckle as rich as the chocolate she'd just been snacking on. "You may have covered it, yes." Without breaking eye contact, Sephiroth reached down and picked up a slice of cake, slowly raising it to her lips....
"No, dude, not that one," Zack commented. "Trust me. She's all about the cheesecake."
Larxene was struck by a sudden sense of the absurdity of the situation, but if anything, it just made the whole thing even hotter. Sephiroth obediently put the piece of chocolate cake back, taking instead a piece of cheesecake and raising it to her lips. Larxene opened her mouth and took a bite of the moist and creamy sweet, not breaking his gaze. It was both the most delicious and erotic thing she'd ever tasted.
"Good, good," Zack commented, taking a slice of pumpkin pie. "Don't mind me, please continue. Best dinner theatre I've ever been to."
Larxene smirked. Even if she had minded the dark haired man's presence, there was no way she wasn't going to continue at this point. Taking a glazed strawberry from a tart, she put it to her lips and began to softly suckle it, erotically running first lips and then tongue over it. She was rewarded by a raised eyebrow and a tongue flicking out to moisten his lips. Inwardly, she filed, "fellating a strawberry" away under Surefire Seduction Tips.
"... can I have that strawberry when you're done?" Zack had gone slightly wide eyed.
"Of course, lover..." she replied mock-demurely, handing the strawberry to Zack without looking away from Sephiroth. The gesture was a seduction for both of them, as far as she was concerned.
Zack, for his part, smiled like he'd won the lottery before popping it in his mouth. "Awesome. Seph, do the cheesecake kiss next."
Sephiroth laughed softly under his breath before taking a bite of his cheesecake. He then leaned forward, his face drawing ever closer to Larxene. Not one to beat around the bush, Larxene immediately went in for the kill and tried to devour his mouth with her own, only to find his lips firmly shut, only the faintest taste of cheesecake there. Making a noise between a growl and a whine, Larxene pulled away and pouted.
That earned another rich chuckle, before he leaned even closer and murmured, his voice undistorted by the small morsel in his mouth. "Come, Larxene... you can do better than that."
The bastard wanted his ego stroked. She should really punish him for that... except that it made her wet with arousal. He really was the only man who made arrogance erotic. So, without begging or humbling herself, she leaned forward and snarled in his ear, with all the dominance and pride that she possessed, "I want you, you bastard. Now fuck me."
This time, there was no teasing as his lips crushed down on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth and filling it with the sweet taste of cheesecake. He tugged at her jacket almost violently, pulling her towards him and up onto the table, threatening to spill the plates everywhere.
"Hey, not the cheesecake!" Zack yelled, dashing forward to save the desserts. He had to work quickly, as Sephiroth was already clearing space to throw Larxene down on, not caring as the remnants of the pumpkin pie fell to the ground. "Oh man, do you know how much carpet cleaning costs! Jesus, man, were you raised in a barn? ... never mind, look, just... play tonsil hockey a little longer while I get this all out of your way."
Larxene laughed into the kiss, then moaned as Sephiroth's hand snaked up between them and squeezed her breasts. There was the soft sound of a zipper, then his warm hands were slipping inside her coat and under the silk of her bra, teasing gently but mercilessly. She groaned, longing to lie back on the table and writhe.
Luckily, Zack was quick in rescuing the dessert from the imminent sex, and was able to arrange most of it neatly on his lap where he could pick at it while watching the show. By this time, Sephiroth had peeled off Larxene's coat and laid it back on the table, pressing her down on top of it. She cursed in pleasure as he groped her naked body with his hands, hissing as his callouses rasped against soft skin. When his fingers found her folds and glided over her clitoris, she arched her back and cried out through clenched teeth.
"... wow, that is hot," Zack commented. "Do you think you could rotate the table around so I can get a better view?"
Ignoring his friend, Sephiroth peeled off his own jacket, exposing his bare chest. Not one to lay back and accept "defeat" passively, Larxene ran her fingers and hands up his sides, stroking over his pectorals and across his broad shoulders, letting her current flow into him. The effect was gratifying; he stiffened and shivered with pleasure, making a low growling sound.
Aroused yet impatient, Larxene placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down firmly, her hands sparking slightly as if to force the issue. Zack noticed it. "Hey, Seph, I think she wants you to..."
"Zack, if you make any comments about eating or putting my mouth to good use, I swear I'm going to kick you out," Sephiroth muttered, already slowly descending between Larxene's parted thighs.
"I'd never be so coarse, Sephiroth! And besides, what do you mean, 'kick me out?" This is my room, you jerk! And this is my table, and my desserts! I should kick YOU out for ruining perfectly good chocolate mousse, you know!"
Oh, so that's what went *splut* when Sephiroth threw me down, Larxene thought dimly, but she soon lost interest in the argument when Sephiroth put his tongue to better use than speaking.
Arching beautifully on the table, the Savage Nymph made a low sound of ecstasy as Sephiroth's mouth worked her gently. Oh god, she had missed this, missed what he could do with that mouth... missed that blend of slow power that was so uniquely his. If she had emotions, she'd be damn pissed at Marluxia for chasing this off... as it was, she simply pressed back against him, rolling her hips to savor every moment of the contact.
Hands slipped up to grasp and squeeze her breasts and stroke her sweat-slick skin. She was already on the edge, but she wanted to make him work for it, biting her lip against the onslaught of sensation. He took it as a challenge and unleashed his full range of skill... kissing her clitoris before sucking it gently, blowing on her swollen sex, and making soft noises of satisfaction that only served to drive her closer and closer to the edge, until...
With a wild scream, Larxene bucked on the table, arms and legs flailing wildly and knocking off a few stray dishes and tarts. She didn't care; her mind was just one electric bolt of pleasure. The orgasm seemed to go on forever and ever, and it left her limp and sweaty in the aftermath.
"...holy shit." Zack's voice had lost its teasing edge and was instead filled with awe and lust. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Dimly, she was aware of a soft rustling of leather over naked flesh, and then there was warmth between her thighs, Sephiroth naked and poised to take her. Growling, she rolled her hips and accepted him into her as he thrust, both groaning almost in relief as he entered her. He leaned down to rest on top of her, and she wound her arms and legs around him tightly, clinging to him in preparation for the next thrust.
He moved in that same wonderful rhythm that drove her mad, rolling his hips almost lazily as he took her. She matched him thrust for thrust, shoving back against him roughly in an attempt to spur him faster, harder. He never did, though, and in the end she preferred it that way. Later there'd be time to ride him and take things her pace; right now, he was reminding her just what brought her all this way in the first place.
"... I was right the first time. You ARE a lunatic," Zack said, his voice sounding slightly unsteady from lust. "You walked away from THIS?"
It seemed to go forever, both of them moving in perfect unison, her making small pants of delight as their bodies came together. At last, as they both spilled over the edge, he sped up, thrusting into her quickly and making her scream her approval. She heard his accompanying growl of pleasure, a deep and dusky sound, and it threw her over the edge, her mind whiting out as she shook.
As her sight returned, she became aware of her surroundings again... the warmth of the table beneath her, the scent of sex and sugar, the sound of Sephiroth's deep breathing by her ear, the silver wisps that floated before her vision. She smiled.
She was still hungry.
"I really hope that wasn't it," Zack commented, taking another bite of cheesecake. "I mean, I could go for longer than that."
"Don't worry," she heard her lover breathe in her ear, "We're just getting started."
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Zack was in awe. He was in several other things as well, probably, but awe matched best.
Fuck, are these two even human?
He'd long ago lost track of the time; it had to be at least past midnight, which meant several hours had passed since the games began. And they were STILL not showing any signs of slowing down.
They were on the floor by now... not because of lack of coordination, but because they had literally broken the table. And they had just kept going as if they didn't even notice. In fact, they had seemed to take the larger space as a challenge to find new positions that weren't humanly possible. Zack was no biologist, but he was reasonably certain that females were not supposed to bend that way, and he was REALLY certain that males weren't supposed to bend THAT way either.
What amazed him most of all was the way they barely paused between things. They would have a few moments to bask in the afterglow, and then they'd be moving again. No sooner would Larxene be curled up on Sephiroth's chest, panting and sweaty and purring in contentment, then she'd be riding him again like a horse, using him for her own pleasure before screaming out yet another climax. And that would keep going until Sephiroth got bored and decided to reassert his dominance. Sometimes she would let him. Sometimes she would fight, and then Zack would be gifted with the vision of violent sexual wrestling, both parties biting and clawing and growling out aroused challenges to each other. One would win, they'd roll on top... and the cycle would begin again.
Well, besides the moments when they would grab the nearest bit of food and start feeding it to each other. Erotically.
Zack grimaced. His pants were rather sticky, and he was reasonably sure it wasn't because of the cheesecake he'd had on his lap earlier. He'd climaxed at least four times just from watching them... he'd lost count after that.
A voice in the back of his mind urged him to join in. He tried to tell it that it would most likely kill him. The voice pointed out that he would die with a smile on his face.
He tried to come up with a snarky reply to that, but instead an unbidden vision of Sephiroth saying, "Get your own electric fucktoy" came to mind.
That, coupled with the image of what Larxene would do to his friend if he said that aloud, left Zack in a state of hysterics, and while he was laughing he missed the latest shift in positions, too busy bent over and panting for air himself.
===
After four hours, Larxene at last allowed herself to acknowledge that she might be possibly satisfied. Maybe.
Sighing in contentment, she rested her head on Sephiroth's chest, twirling her finger around his nipple idly. He muttered something that might have once been coherent, but wasn't really trying that hard. Smirking, she asked, "So, are you going to come back?"
There was a pause. "... woman, you've made it so that I can barely walk straight. I think living with you again would kill me."
She pouted. "Oh well. Can't blame me for trying." She shrugged. "Maybe you can come back to visit once our mission in Castle Oblivion is finished."
"... unless the Graceful Assassin has suddenly turned into something nice like the Graceful Gardener, I think I'm safer here," Sephiroth shifted on the floor, wincing a little. "Well, mostly."
"Ah well. I suppose I could come here then, after we're done with the Keyblade wielder." Larxene mused. "In the meantime... since this is my last night here for a good long while, I guess I'd better make the most of it." She slid her thigh between Sephiroth's legs, rubbing wantonly against his cock.
"God, woman, you are a machine," Sephiroth grumbled, but his erection sprung to life almost instantly, and the way his arms slid around her made it clear that he was still ready for another round.
Inhaling his scent, she nuzzled his chest. "How about we move this to the bed?"
"NO!"
The lovers stopped and looked up at Zack, who looked exasperated. "You two are NOT getting into MY bed in THAT state! Do you two realize how much chocolate and sugar you got on each other? I'm not doing the laundry with that stuff." Pointing to a door in the room, he said with all the authority of a big brother, "Shower, now."
Larxene pouted, but her lips twitched in amusement. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he wants to get us all wet and naked."
"I do know better, and I know that's exactly what he has in mind," Sephiroth sighed. Larxene didn't mind. If anything, the tantalizing prospect of water, and the chaos it caused to her powers, made her all the more eager.
They somehow managed to stagger into the shower stall without collapsing to the floor and rutting again. As soon as they slid inside, Sephiroth pressed her up against the tiled wall, making her moan from the contact. Zack, ever helpful, reached in and turned on the water. In moments, the two were bathed in the warm shower, the water glistening on their entwined bodies. Without thinking, Sephiroth began to rock against her. Moaning, Larxene wrapped her legs around his waist and let him take her full weight. Around them, her power began to short out, causing sparks of electricity to leap between them and make them jolt in pain and pleasure. Her orgasm came quickly and violently, and judging by the sheer violence of their mutual spasms, she suspected that she'd just electrocuted them both.
Something small and solid was placed in her hand. Blinking, she looked over Sephiroth's shoulder to see what it was. It was a bar of soap. Zack shrugged from the shower doorway, grinning. "Hey, you guys need to get clean. Just a rinse isn't gonna do it. Besides," his eyes twinkled happily, "suds all over each other's bodies... doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
It certainly didn't, and Larxene took great pleasure in soaping her lover thoroughly, and having him return the favor. One thing led to another, and soon their now slippery bodies were gliding over each other quickly. This orgasm was even more electric, and Larxene felt quite dazed in the aftermath.
This time, something plastic and cylindrical was placed in her hand. It was a bottle of shampoo. She looked at Zack dazedly. "Try shampooing his hair. He LOVES it. It's one of his sinful pleasures. Trust me."
Trusting Zack so far had given her a stomach full of dessert and some of the best sex she'd had in recent memory, so she took his advice. Squeezing some into her palm, she reached up and buried her fingers in Sephiroth's hair, massaging his scalp. She was quite surprised by the approving moan he made, almost more vocal than during sex. Should have known the bastard gets off on having his hair done, she thought amusedly.
She took a long time washing his hair, still with her legs wrapped around his waist, slowly working the suds through his waterfall of hair before rinsing them away. By the time she was finished, he was almost purring in her hands, and she suspected that he might have come again. Chalk up another one for Zack, she mused before nipping playfully at her lover's ear.
"Right, that's the shampooing done," Zack announced, "now for the conditioner!"
Sephiroth somehow stirred himself from the satisfied puddle he'd become and glared at Zack. "Look, Zack, if you're going to be so meddlesome, why don't you stop dicking around and just get in here and join us?"
Zack blinked. "I can't do that! I'd get my shirt all wet."
"We'd take it off," Larxene suggested helpfully. She could smell the faint scent of ozone again and here the snap and crackle of her powers shorting out in anticipation of a third party.
Zack made the cutest mock pout ever. "You can't just take my shirt off! My shirt is part of an ensemble! It goes with the pants and everything! If you took off my shirt, I'd have to take off my pants to match... Oh crap, I just remembered, my boxers match too, so they'd have to go..."
His 'protests' were silenced as Sephiroth and Larxene's arms snaked out simultaneously to grab him by the collar and yank him into the shower.
===
Some time just before the sun rose, as the three lay tangled in Zack's bed, Zack muttered "best dessert ever" followed by something about "sandwiches".
No one thought he was referring to the ice cream kind.