FIC: "White-Hot Haze"; Final Fantasy VII for solitaryjane
Title: White-Hot Haze
Author:
kristinmachina
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (forget about DoC, AC, BC, OPP or whatever....)
Characters: Cloud/Zack/Vincent
Rating: NC17 for explicit male slash
For
solitaryjane and her request found here
***
Everything about that time seemed so hazy...
Going back to Nibelheim brought back some old, forgotten memories--Shinra Mansion, the basement, the giant glass tubes...
...And a visitor.
I’m not even sure if it was a real memory or a Mako-induced hallucination. What I am certain of was that Zack was next to me, in one of the tubes. The etching on the glass proved it. Hojo, I am certain, was also there, experimenting on us like his own private guinae pigs.
Recently, a new memory has surfaced, of another man in the basement lab. He came to our tanks one night when Hojo retired to his bed upstairs. Through the haze of my mental state, and the fog through the glass, I could see a strange man moving Zack out of the tubes. I could barely make out his face-I was in a Mako-induced fog. Everything seemed so dreamlike, so unreal. Hojo kept us like that-sedated, so we wouldn’t struggle, or scream. Zack looked like he was naked, unable to stand on his own. The stranger, slight as he was, was holding up my more muscular friend. The stranger was dragging him away.
"Zack!" I tried to scream. "Zack...where are you going? Zack!"
Then the stranger came for me. His face was cloaked. I could barely make out red eyes... The tube opened. I spilled out of the warm glass cocoon into the bone-chilling cold, naked and weak as a newborn being expelled from his mother’s abdomen. My limbs felt like they had turned to jelly. I had no control of my own body. I was sprawled onto the floor, shivering from head to toe. Two hands lifted me up from under my arms-one metal and beast-like, one human. His hands and arms were long and bony. I could not see the rest of him from under his red cloak, but I was amazed at how such fragile-looking arms could lift me so easily. He threw my own arms around his shoulders, as he wrapped his around my waist.
"Stand," he commanded me, but my feet were having a hard time finding the floor. I felt the cloak instantly wrap around me. Everything went dark around me, and I thought I passed out again.
I immediately found myself in a pitch-dark place. I was lying next to the stranger. We could have been in a bed, or a closet, or a coffin-I had no clue, but it felt like we were in a warm, tightly enclosed space.
"W..wh....where am I?" I just then stopped shivering.
"It is not important," the thin man answered. His arm was wrapped around me, and my naked body was pressed tightly against his. "Cloud?" I heard a voice. Zack was here, too, lying on the other side of the stranger. We were all tightly huddled together, under the thin man’s cloak. We were a tangle of legs and arms and torsos. I felt chests rising and falling, and warm breath heating the air.
Zack called the stranger Vincent. I didn’t know how he knew him. I wondered to myself if Vincent was in SOLDIER, too, but his frail physique would never qualify him.
At least Zack was here. I could touch him. I could feel Zack’s muscular leg from Vincent’s thinner limbs. My hands roamed, searching for the difference between Zack’s shoulder, Vincent’s chest, Zack’s arms, Vincent’s neck, Zack’s hair, Vincent’s face. I could feel Zack’s hands doing the same. I could feel his fingers running through my hair.
"We’re out," I hear Zack whisper. I wanted to crawl closer to Zack, but I feared crushing Vincent. The thin man shifted over me, as Zack and I shifted closer to each other. Zack and I wrapped around each other, as our savior blanketed us with his cloak, lying on top of us. Zack was here. Zack was alive. I was alive. We embraced. I could feel Zack's heart pounding against mine. We kissed. Zack's face was warm. We wrapped an arm each around our mysterious savior. Vincent kissed my cheek, then Zack’s, slightly burying his slender nose between our faces. We pulled each other tighter and closer to each other, sharing our collective body heat. Our limbs started to snake around each other, hands roaming each other’s bodies, still trying to prove the reality of the moment. If one of those hands happened to trip upon someone’s buttocks or even somewhere between the legs, it was not only allowed, but with a guttural moan, encouraged.
We began to share our bodies for more than just heat and comfort. Consumed with a new type of fever, and eager to show our appreciation, we undressed Vincent and pulled him between us. Vincent and I kissed, as we grinded against each other up front. His skin was soft and slightly cool to the touch, as if it had never seen much sunlight. Zack and I massaged Vincent's skin, our palms slowly warming him as a new heat built up between our legs. My tongue plunged deeply into Vincent’s mouth, as Zack plunged into elsewhere in Vincent’s body. The thin man growled and panted like a wild beast. Our skins became slick with sweat-we glided and grinded against and into each other like a well-oiled machine. Zack reached over Vincent’s hips to fondle my own, as he continued to pump into the man between us. My hands moved from rubbing down Zack’s arms, to fondling Vincent’s manhood, being pressed against my own in some erotic swordplay. Vincent’s fingers dug deeply into my shoulder, while his other hand intertwined with Zack’s on my rump.
I turned Vincent over to get a chance to try was Zack was thoroughly enjoying. As I dived into Vincent's posterior with my lower organ, Zack slid his fingers between the folds of my buttocks. I suddenly envied the thin man between us. I suddenly wanted to be ravaged by my friend as the stranger had his own way with me. Vincent was warm and tight, and I plunge myself within him over and over again. I buried my face into Vincent's dark hair, as Zack buries his into Vincent's mouth. Zack's fingers were playing with my bottom opening, then he slid a fingertip in. I exploded inside Vincent, and the air ignited as we all climaxed together...
After that, everything went dark.
I don’t know if all of that actually happened. The evidence in Shinra Mansion suggests that Zack and I didn’t see freedom from the tubes until our escape. We fled. Zack was killed. Vincent seemed to have been sealed in his tomb for years. He never visited me and Zack. He never freed us. So he claimed. Was it real? Was it all just a dream? I may never know the truth. Maybe I would rather not know, because sometimes living with a white-hot lie is better than living with the cold, hard truth.
Author:
kristinmachina
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (forget about DoC, AC, BC, OPP or whatever....)
Characters: Cloud/Zack/Vincent
Rating: NC17 for explicit male slash
For
solitaryjane and her request found here
***
Everything about that time seemed so hazy...
Going back to Nibelheim brought back some old, forgotten memories--Shinra Mansion, the basement, the giant glass tubes...
...And a visitor.
I’m not even sure if it was a real memory or a Mako-induced hallucination. What I am certain of was that Zack was next to me, in one of the tubes. The etching on the glass proved it. Hojo, I am certain, was also there, experimenting on us like his own private guinae pigs.
Recently, a new memory has surfaced, of another man in the basement lab. He came to our tanks one night when Hojo retired to his bed upstairs. Through the haze of my mental state, and the fog through the glass, I could see a strange man moving Zack out of the tubes. I could barely make out his face-I was in a Mako-induced fog. Everything seemed so dreamlike, so unreal. Hojo kept us like that-sedated, so we wouldn’t struggle, or scream. Zack looked like he was naked, unable to stand on his own. The stranger, slight as he was, was holding up my more muscular friend. The stranger was dragging him away.
"Zack!" I tried to scream. "Zack...where are you going? Zack!"
Then the stranger came for me. His face was cloaked. I could barely make out red eyes... The tube opened. I spilled out of the warm glass cocoon into the bone-chilling cold, naked and weak as a newborn being expelled from his mother’s abdomen. My limbs felt like they had turned to jelly. I had no control of my own body. I was sprawled onto the floor, shivering from head to toe. Two hands lifted me up from under my arms-one metal and beast-like, one human. His hands and arms were long and bony. I could not see the rest of him from under his red cloak, but I was amazed at how such fragile-looking arms could lift me so easily. He threw my own arms around his shoulders, as he wrapped his around my waist.
"Stand," he commanded me, but my feet were having a hard time finding the floor. I felt the cloak instantly wrap around me. Everything went dark around me, and I thought I passed out again.
I immediately found myself in a pitch-dark place. I was lying next to the stranger. We could have been in a bed, or a closet, or a coffin-I had no clue, but it felt like we were in a warm, tightly enclosed space.
"W..wh....where am I?" I just then stopped shivering.
"It is not important," the thin man answered. His arm was wrapped around me, and my naked body was pressed tightly against his. "Cloud?" I heard a voice. Zack was here, too, lying on the other side of the stranger. We were all tightly huddled together, under the thin man’s cloak. We were a tangle of legs and arms and torsos. I felt chests rising and falling, and warm breath heating the air.
Zack called the stranger Vincent. I didn’t know how he knew him. I wondered to myself if Vincent was in SOLDIER, too, but his frail physique would never qualify him.
At least Zack was here. I could touch him. I could feel Zack’s muscular leg from Vincent’s thinner limbs. My hands roamed, searching for the difference between Zack’s shoulder, Vincent’s chest, Zack’s arms, Vincent’s neck, Zack’s hair, Vincent’s face. I could feel Zack’s hands doing the same. I could feel his fingers running through my hair.
"We’re out," I hear Zack whisper. I wanted to crawl closer to Zack, but I feared crushing Vincent. The thin man shifted over me, as Zack and I shifted closer to each other. Zack and I wrapped around each other, as our savior blanketed us with his cloak, lying on top of us. Zack was here. Zack was alive. I was alive. We embraced. I could feel Zack's heart pounding against mine. We kissed. Zack's face was warm. We wrapped an arm each around our mysterious savior. Vincent kissed my cheek, then Zack’s, slightly burying his slender nose between our faces. We pulled each other tighter and closer to each other, sharing our collective body heat. Our limbs started to snake around each other, hands roaming each other’s bodies, still trying to prove the reality of the moment. If one of those hands happened to trip upon someone’s buttocks or even somewhere between the legs, it was not only allowed, but with a guttural moan, encouraged.
We began to share our bodies for more than just heat and comfort. Consumed with a new type of fever, and eager to show our appreciation, we undressed Vincent and pulled him between us. Vincent and I kissed, as we grinded against each other up front. His skin was soft and slightly cool to the touch, as if it had never seen much sunlight. Zack and I massaged Vincent's skin, our palms slowly warming him as a new heat built up between our legs. My tongue plunged deeply into Vincent’s mouth, as Zack plunged into elsewhere in Vincent’s body. The thin man growled and panted like a wild beast. Our skins became slick with sweat-we glided and grinded against and into each other like a well-oiled machine. Zack reached over Vincent’s hips to fondle my own, as he continued to pump into the man between us. My hands moved from rubbing down Zack’s arms, to fondling Vincent’s manhood, being pressed against my own in some erotic swordplay. Vincent’s fingers dug deeply into my shoulder, while his other hand intertwined with Zack’s on my rump.
I turned Vincent over to get a chance to try was Zack was thoroughly enjoying. As I dived into Vincent's posterior with my lower organ, Zack slid his fingers between the folds of my buttocks. I suddenly envied the thin man between us. I suddenly wanted to be ravaged by my friend as the stranger had his own way with me. Vincent was warm and tight, and I plunge myself within him over and over again. I buried my face into Vincent's dark hair, as Zack buries his into Vincent's mouth. Zack's fingers were playing with my bottom opening, then he slid a fingertip in. I exploded inside Vincent, and the air ignited as we all climaxed together...
After that, everything went dark.
I don’t know if all of that actually happened. The evidence in Shinra Mansion suggests that Zack and I didn’t see freedom from the tubes until our escape. We fled. Zack was killed. Vincent seemed to have been sealed in his tomb for years. He never visited me and Zack. He never freed us. So he claimed. Was it real? Was it all just a dream? I may never know the truth. Maybe I would rather not know, because sometimes living with a white-hot lie is better than living with the cold, hard truth.