FFVII PWP S/Z/C
And another short one that's been rattling around on my laptop for a little while :) Only a couple of people have seen this, I think...
Title: ?
Pairing: Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Naughtiness in Nibelheim, I guess ;P
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It was hot. Not outside - outside was chilly enough to want to cover arms, legs and hands, and at night it got even colder. The heat was for them, slick and wet and all those things in between - it was them and they made it their own.
His back was sweaty. Cloud could feel it pooling in the dip in his spine in his lower back where he was on his hands and knees, and the rest of him was just as bad. It had trickled down his nose from his scalp line and he'd closed his eyes to stop it from stinging, and kept them closed for a while as he concentrated on what his other senses told him - taste, touch, sound, the heady scent in his nose that he knew so well from other nights - and days - like this.
Zack had shivered when Cloud had shut his eyes. He knew that the older man found something about the concentration on his face like that utterly erotic. He felt the shudder as keenly as if it was his own, because it rippled through the SOLDIER all the way, to Cloud's mouth where he and Zack met and the slim, pale hand he had wrapped around the part of Zack that he couldn't take in. It went on through Cloud as if he were just an extension of Zack's body, down through his belly and groin, meeting the heat there and the sharp, almost overwhelming spikes of pleasure jolting up his spine from where Sephiroth, on his knees behind him, was fucking him hard.
Between the two of them, he didn't really have much control over what his body was doing, but he didn't mind. Zack was hot and heavy, bitter and oh so perfect in his mouth and he took what he could almost greedily, loving the feel the other man sliding down his throat, not too far but far enough to make him moan. Zack echoed the noises he made, one tanned hand sliding into his hair, gentle at first, but gripping tighter and harder as time went on and he forgot himself between Cloud's lips. The insistent pulling on his scalp only made him harder - it was at once both a gesture of Zack's control over him, and the fact that he had lost control altogether.
Zack thrust into his mouth, and as he pulled back Cloud allowed his upper teeth and tongue to lightly press against the hot skin, the place where shaft and head met, opening his eyes and looking up as he did so. He watched as Zack let out a hoarse gasp - "Fuck, Cloud -!" - and felt the hand in his hair convulsively tighten again, just enough to make it hurt. Cloud moaned around Zack, eyelashes fluttering involuntarily as his eyes rolled back a little, and felt Zack's rhythm falter for just a moment as the vibration ran through him.
Everything seemed to tighten at once, the three of them a continuous domino effect. Sephiroth's fine-boned fingers gripped his hips harder in response to the two of them. Cloud knew he would have bruises there in the morning, grey-green against his pale skin, not distinct enough to be obviously hands or fingers, but for those who knew what to look for they would be like a brand.
Sephiroth's hands were splayed over his bent hips, clawed roughly into his skin to hold him with no intent of letting go. Sephiroth knew his body, knew exactly the right way to hold him so that he could stroke in as long, hard and deep as he wanted, until everything in Cloud was centred completely on where Sephiroth was thrusting into him. Cloud's eyesight, if he had his eyes open, would begin to darken around the edges in pulses in time with Sephiroth's motions.
Cloud's body rocked with the force of the General's powerful thrusts, and it was this that set Zack's rhythm. He could feel the muscles in Sephiroth's thighs, slamming into the backs of his, skin as heated and slick as his own, the regular, wet sound of their bodies like a mantra in his ears. He knew of many who'd say they would kill to be in his position, but then completely hate how submissive it was when it came down to it.
He adored it. He was vulnerable, he was controlled, and that was heady enough in itself, trusting these men as much as he did to allow them to take that control from him, but then he knew he had just as much power as they did - it was his body wringing gasps, cries and curses from them. It was his body that caused Zack to shudder and falter, and drove Sephiroth to pound into him as if it was the end of the world.
Cloud felt Sephiroth shift behind him, from the waist up because the position of his hands changed a little. Sure enough, in a moment he felt cool strands of silk fall against his buttocks and lower back, Sephiroth's torso bent over enough to let his hair fall over his shoulders. He shuddered, groaning low in the back of his throat, the nerves sensitised by the solid, fiery heat completely unprepared for the whispery chill of anything else.
The bed was soft beneath his knees. They'd pulled it away from the wall enough that the headboard didn't thump into the wall. Whilst the bed was soft, the curtains in the Inn were threadbare, and they'd kept them open, but the lights off. There were so many things about it that were turning him on - the cool material of the bedspread against his bare skin, the moonlight illuminating soft, sleek skin, the fact that someone could see them through the windows if they wanted to - and the fact that Tifa's house was across the street, and if he could turn his head to look out, he would see the light on in her room and her dark-haired figure sitting on the bed. He'd seen her there earlier, as Sephiroth had lowered him into the bed. She'd been reading, as far as he could tell - she'd been reading, whilst he had been stripped naked, pushed to his hands and knees on a bed and had two SOLDIERs push inside him, turn his body into nothing more than a writhing, strung out bundle of need.
It was in this - that moment - that he appreciated how much he had changed in the two years since he had left Nibelheim. How much distance being in the city had placed between him and what he had been - what these people still were.
Zack gasped heavily, cursing reverently as his hips began to piston quicker, harder. Cloud let him, throat and tongue coaxing him on. He tightened his hold on the base of the dark-haired man's cock, stroking harder. Zack was close - often came quicker than them like this, a pliant mouth and knowing tongue his undoing. Cloud focused all his attention on Zack for a moment, and it didn't take long - the rhythm abruptly lost its pace, became chaotic, and Zack shouted his name, slid into his mouth desperately, and came hard.
They stilled for a moment, and Sephiroth's strokes came shallower and slower to allow them to recover. Zack pulled out of his mouth after a moment, and drew him up so he was kneeling upright. He felt Sephiroth sink in completely and stay there as Zack pushed all three of them flush together as he caught Cloud's mouth in a kiss. Cloud raised a hand and slid it into Zack's hair on the back of his head, opening his mouth eagerly. He could feel Zack, still hard, against his stomach, a more concentrated heat than the rest of him pressed suddenly up against him, and the broad warmth of Sephiroth along his back. Sephiroth ran his hands up Cloud's sides fleetingly, bending his head to press his mouth to the back of Cloud's neck in an open mouthed kiss.
He was tracing the word 'love' against his pale skin with his tongue. He knew that because Sephiroth had done it before, at that time against the jutting bone of his hip, and he'd asked what the other man was doing. He'd never seen Sephiroth do it to Zack, and after the first time he'd made a point to watch and see. He hadn't, and neither had either of them mentioned it in Zack's presence.
The dark-haired man's lips left his, trailing down his throat, and Cloud turned his head over his shoulder. Obligingly, Sephiroth lifted his mouth from the nape of Cloud's neck and kissed him, making his knees feel shaky.
He wouldn't give up those two years for anything.
Eventually Zack crawled away to lie back on the bed, grinning. "Fuck him hard, Seph," he whispered, but his voice shook a little.
"I intend to," Sephiroth murmured, a breath of hot air against Cloud's cheek, and the moonlight was more than enough to highlight the intensity in his eyes. Cloud stared at him, breath catching in his throat, until he felt wide hands skimming up his back to his shoulder blades. "Down," the older man said, and Cloud let himself be positioned with his head lying on his arms on the bed.
Zack liked to watch them. Cloud didn't mind - his body would not let him, because everything tunnelled until there was only Sephiroth, and Sephiroth stroking inside him. He opened his mouth against the duvet cover and gasped, hoarse and needy and suddenly so close, so close. His hands were clawing into the soft material beneath him even as he felt Sephiroth's fingers doing the same again on his skin.
He'd wondered if this would happen while they'd be away - the three of them being like this was a sporadic event, but the chance seemed to have been too much to resist for any of them. Cloud lived for moments like these - loved them, loved Sephiroth. Sometimes, in the longer moments between them, he appreciated them all the more because he never knew when they would happen again.
The next day they were due to investigate the reactor, and once the mission started properly there wouldn't be time for this until they got home again.
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Is that SZC or SCZ????? I never know how it works in this situation O.o;;