So very much had happened it served to set Sephiroth right on edge.
It set him in the centre of a child's see-saw and he felt himself dipping between long ingrained instincts to kill and assimilate to spread and grow (had he still been in Wutai he would have made his way to the nearest POW camp and fucked his way through all of the women), and to
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He didn't have super-special psychic powers or anything, but he did have an uncanny knack for being able to find either Tall, Sexy and Crazy, Tall, Dark, and Tormented, or Tall-sh, Blond, and Adorably Tormented But Also Probably A Little Crazy people. They invariably ended up being the people he cared about the most ( ... )
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In passing he flung a hand out fisted a hand in Zack's harness, him along. A breif look from the corner of his eye was as much of an acknowledgement he got, his eyes glowing. Slytherin. That was where he was heading.
His room, his bead. His sturdy bed and spare materia and where he felt like he could let Zack do what he thought he was going to let him do. Or force him to do, rather.
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Except... except for that look in Sephiroth's eyes. Oh man.
Zack was starting to learn what that look meant. And he liked it.
He stopped tripping over his own feet and matched pace with Sephiroth, giving a look of his own. It was the 'I bet I know what mischief you're planning and damn am I looking forward to that kind of fun' look. How little he knew what he was getting himself into.
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He slid of his jacket, set it on a wooden chair by the bed. "It's another world, where one of the other students are from. A world full of demons. There were so many, and they were so strong. It was like fighting another SOLDIER, but a monster at the same time--" He turned and looked at Zack, expression turned confused for a moment. "Why are you still dressed?" he demanded.
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He grimaced at Sephiroth's demanding question. "This ain't exactly velcro," he muttered, shrugging out of the harness, then pulling off his shirt. "So, 'Makai?' How the hell did you get there? It sounds like a fun little field trip."
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Boots were next. "Kurama, the Herbology Professor, took myself and another. He got himself turned into a child and the other, Mello, had only guns. These demons, there were so very many..." He broke a few of the buckles on his boots, but as soon as he had them off his pants went too. He stood, facing Zack, naked and hard, panting with his own excitement.
"There's something... We left before I could have my fill. I can feel it." He looked at his hands, as if he could see the adrenaline running through them. "If you don't want me to find the nearest thing and kill it then fuck me," he said, completely serious.
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"I thought you would never ask," he said, and in a fit of probably stupid enthusiasm, tackled Sephiroth to the bed.
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When he hit the bed he brought his knees up, just enough to get his feet under him to buck up into Zack and grapple with him. He wanted to be on top and yet more than anything he wanted Zack to not let him be on top. He wanted, needed, to be held down, just this once. He wanted to lose himself and have his brains fucked out.
No more calculating and honesty, reality, any of it. Just fucking, and just Zack. He hoped with all that he was able that Zack understood that. Because he wasn't going to make it easy, and he wanted a little pain along with it.
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But he wouldn't let himself be dominated in the kiss, even though he allowed himself to be held down with relative ease for now. He wanted to much.
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Still, he wanted to give Sephiroth... everything. Whatever it was Seph wanted, though he had no idea how.
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He fisted his hands in Zack's hair and yanked his head back, stared at him with wide, dilated eyes. He opened his mouth for a something, then his words caught in his throat and turned into a growl instead. He flipped them over and reached for Zack's cock. "When I tell you to fuck me, it's an order to fuck me, not to stall and get distracted," he hissed, looking very much less than sane.
It was then he forced himself down on Zack's cock. Having never done anything like that before it made him choke on his own breath lightly, but he continued until Zack was fully inside him, and it hurt but something else in him was singing yesyesyes...
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but...
Damn, it felt really fucking good, too. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Sephiroth's shoulders, and turned them again, shoving Sephiroth so hard onto the bed that the wooden frame started to creak dangerously. He had his orders, and he'd follow them through to the letter. Even if those orders were given by a crazy person (as they so often were.) He shoved his hips forward, digging his feet into the sheets and thrusting as hard as his momentum could provide.
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This was better. Much better. Moving hurt too, but oh, oh--Mother and all her stars...
His breath caught in his throat, head rolled back on the bed as his mouth fell open. Arching his back, he tried to help Zack as best he could, wanting it, wanting it so bad. But his aim had been to reach this mindless plane that he'd experienced the last time they fucked. This was it, but the pain took that and tripled it.
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He was sweating with the effort, grunting in pain and enjoyment, thinking in the back of his mind that he was a complete tool for thinking that Sephiroth looked ungodsly gorgeous when being fucked like this.
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The moment it looked like Zack might be even thinking of slowing, he lifted his head and glared at him with eyes that glowed enough to swallow the blackness of his pupils and snarled, "Keep going, soldier!"
And then his eyes would roll back into his head and he'd moan his pleasure in a way that seemed almost like laughter. Panting and mindless, an errant thought passed him by, a musing on whether this was what love felt like or not.
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