Seven Week Itch (Closed: Sephiroth and Zack) NSFW

[herlivinglegacy]

 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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[soldierfair]

Zack had a keen sense of 'something is wrong' and that usually meant that 'something is wrong and Sephiroth is in the middle of it.' It was instinct and also probably the law of the universe.

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

[herlivinglegacy]

Seeing Zack peak around the corner for that moment his lips curved into a small little victorious smile. Now he'd found him, where to go? Somewhere they wouldn't be disturbed. Somewhere he could do whatever the hell he liked to Zack and--and---

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.

[soldierfair]

"Hey the-Wah!" Zack got his greeting nipped firmly in the bud as Sephiroth dragged him along. Well, not that he was going to complain (much) but apparently whatever prompted storming through Hogwarts like a less on-fire Nibelheim also meant it was 'haul Zack around with no explanation' day.

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.

[herlivinglegacy]

The portrait outfight screeched this time as it saw him coming, and flung open before he could lay a hand on it. Dragging Zack through, he made his way to his bedroom and opened the door threw Zack in, and then slammed it closed. He remained facing the door, pulling at the tips of his gloves with his teeth to loosen them, then sliding them off, one by one. "We went to Makai," he said, turning and throwing his gloves on a dresser that had made itself home by Sephiroth's wardrobe.

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.

[soldierfair]

Ma-whatsit? A world full of demons? Gaia, Sephiroth must've had a field day, Zack thought, already working at the buckles of his harness. While he wasn't exactly in full battle-gear, the harness stayed. It made him feel like he still had the Buster Sword; it was comforting.

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."

[herlivinglegacy]

Sephiroth was far past being aware of how amusing this was. He worked at his own wide belt, the one that kept all of his vitals safe bar his heart--did he have one? If he did, was it like Mother's seven chambered heart?--and placed it on his chair where he'd hung his jacket.

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.

[soldierfair]

Considering that the nearest living thing available for Sephiroth to kill was him, Zack was all too keen on The latter part of that ultimatum. He wriggled out of his pants, cracked his knuckles, and grinned, cocky on the outside and all kinds of fanboy squee in his head.

"I thought you would never ask," he said, and in a fit of probably stupid enthusiasm, tackled Sephiroth to the bed.

[herlivinglegacy]

The tackle was quick, and that was just what he wanted. It ignited something in him that he'd kept dampened, and he didn't want to ignore it. Not in the least.

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.

[soldierfair]

Oh no you don't, Zack thought, shoving Sephiroth down with a grin. He'd said he wanted to be fucked, and by God Zack was going to do just that. He tucked one leg under Sephiroth's upsetting his purchase on the bed, grappling him down. Biting at his lips with a desperately hungry kiss. He wasn't an idiot (as much as he liked people to think, anyway) and he knew whatever had caught ahold of Sephiroth in a world of demons was coiled around him - now around both of them - tight. If it meant they ended up rutting like animals, that was just fine with him.

[herlivinglegacy]

He surged up, but only enough to respond to that kiss of Zack with one as hungry and desperate as his own, and enough that he felt like he was riding a wave of sensation and need that wasn't his, because he'd never aborted his want to kill before, or dealt with the leftover energy the trill left him with. Wrapping his legs around him, Sephiroth arched against him just to feel skin on his own and the heat of another body.

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.

[soldierfair]

Zack... held on. He could stall with kisses, for now, the last remnant of hey, Seph, you know it's ME, right? on the tip of his tongue, the final reminder that, while he desperately loved Sephiroth and would do anything for him, Zack was still... Zack. He was the good little SOLDIER, and while he'd commanded a few troops and carried out plenty of missions, he was still going to be Dog of SHIN-RA, that was him, despite the few cracks about him being more like a mangy wolf.

Still, he wanted to give Sephiroth... everything. Whatever it was Seph wanted, though he had no idea how.

[herlivinglegacy]

Frustration was quick to rise, and Sephiroth made a sound not unlike a growl into the kiss. Normally he would have been pleased with Zack's military conditioning, but right now it was purely annoying. He didn't want to keep kissing all day. Though he had patience, right now it was running very, very low.

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...

[soldierfair]

Zack choked on a scream, the pressure around his dick like a dry vice. It must have hurt even more for Sephiroth, but...

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.

[herlivinglegacy]

This...

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.

[soldierfair]

Zack shuddered, the pressure and the friction almost too painful for it to even qualify as pleasure, but just good enough not to stop. He didn't want to stop now, not when his whole body was screaming with adrenalin and the singular, brainless urge to follow orders.

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.

[herlivinglegacy]

Like this, Sephiroth made all the sound he could. He grunted and almost howled, hands gripping and nails scratching along his sides, his shoulders.

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.