I am a perv. I learned from Kakashi. All hail Icha Icha.
I don't know what this is, just that it's mercverse and it's not comm ready. And I um, kinda fell asleep and forgot where I was going with it. So it won't be comm ready, but I'm posting it anyway cause I don't know when I'll finish it.
Warning: Squicky sex type thing
Pairing: Coud/YoungZack
Cloud was, by nature, a split minded individual. So sometimes, most of the time, he did things that one part of him felt were off, or wrong, or stupid. And which side felt that way varied because he didn’t fight to stay within one side of his nature versus another. He did what felt the *most* right *most* often.
A lot of people had problems with that.
A lot of those people were related to him.
He really didn’t care. On either side.
If he had ever bothered to label the sides, one would probably be called the ‘moral’ side, one the ‘mercinary’ side, with the last being the ‘demon’ side.
There were a few other facets but they rarely came out to play.
It was the moral side that had chosen to pick up and adopt the scraggly looking child named Zack. The mercenary side kept an eye on the growth patterns and aura of the part demon child, seeing a potential partner once properly trained.
The demon side wanted to fuck him. Rather a lot.
The other sides made the demon side wait, because one, the child was underdeveloped and wouldn’t like it, and two, there could be messy legal consequences wherein he would have to kill a lot of people to keep what was his.
So Cloud stuck to suggestive word choices until Zack turned eleven. Then he started giving his boy nightly rubdowns to ‘help him sleep’ after training. At twelve the rubdowns turned into petting. Thirteen and he had Zack touching him back almost as much.
Fourteen was when they started kissing and things became a lot harder.
At fifteen, Zack asked if he could date someone. Cloud almost said no. Instead he made a deal. Anything Zack did on a date, he had to do with Cloud after.
Now sixteen and Zack came home at night before he started kissing Cloud. This lead to petting, which lead to Zack pinned to the floor, panting, legs spread wide and eyes shocky as Cloud bit into the muscle of his shoulder through the thin cotton shirt.
“Mine.”
“Cloud? What are oh….hnnnnn Cloud!”
He gripped the boy through his pants and debated ripping verses tearing the offending garments off. He settled for tearing.
“Cloud! Slow… ahhh, slow down. Mmmm”
He growled into the kiss, devouring the moans and whimpers, biting at lips and tongue. This was his. He’d been patient, he’d been nice. He was tired of it.
One hand gripping both of the darklings wrists, the other stroked fast and rough, bringing the teen to full hardness. The smell was thick, Zack’s sounds turning from moans to pained little whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as his hips tried to thrust into that punishing grip.
It was only minutes before he stiffened and sobbed, warmth flooding over Cloud’s fist and the boy’s stomach and thighs. Again, Cloud was split. Part of him wanted to back off, clean the boy up and start over. That part was beaten by the need to fully claim the creature he’d given a home for so long. The mercenary was pointing out that a bed and some lube would go a long way to making this a better event than the cold floor and blood.
The demon wanted to keep pumping Zack through his own slickness until the over sensitivity turned pleasure to pain and he screamed the name of the man who owned him.
They compromised, slinging the limp body over their shoulder and heading for the bedroom, one hand still fondling the limp sex he held, combing fingers through wiry hair and playing with the sack.
“Cloud… what… what are you doing? Wait. Please, I just.. I need a minute… Cloud..”
“You can rest later.”
Warning: Squicky sex type thing
Pairing: Coud/YoungZack
Cloud was, by nature, a split minded individual. So sometimes, most of the time, he did things that one part of him felt were off, or wrong, or stupid. And which side felt that way varied because he didn’t fight to stay within one side of his nature versus another. He did what felt the *most* right *most* often.
A lot of people had problems with that.
A lot of those people were related to him.
He really didn’t care. On either side.
If he had ever bothered to label the sides, one would probably be called the ‘moral’ side, one the ‘mercinary’ side, with the last being the ‘demon’ side.
There were a few other facets but they rarely came out to play.
It was the moral side that had chosen to pick up and adopt the scraggly looking child named Zack. The mercenary side kept an eye on the growth patterns and aura of the part demon child, seeing a potential partner once properly trained.
The demon side wanted to fuck him. Rather a lot.
The other sides made the demon side wait, because one, the child was underdeveloped and wouldn’t like it, and two, there could be messy legal consequences wherein he would have to kill a lot of people to keep what was his.
So Cloud stuck to suggestive word choices until Zack turned eleven. Then he started giving his boy nightly rubdowns to ‘help him sleep’ after training. At twelve the rubdowns turned into petting. Thirteen and he had Zack touching him back almost as much.
Fourteen was when they started kissing and things became a lot harder.
At fifteen, Zack asked if he could date someone. Cloud almost said no. Instead he made a deal. Anything Zack did on a date, he had to do with Cloud after.
Now sixteen and Zack came home at night before he started kissing Cloud. This lead to petting, which lead to Zack pinned to the floor, panting, legs spread wide and eyes shocky as Cloud bit into the muscle of his shoulder through the thin cotton shirt.
“Mine.”
“Cloud? What are oh….hnnnnn Cloud!”
He gripped the boy through his pants and debated ripping verses tearing the offending garments off. He settled for tearing.
“Cloud! Slow… ahhh, slow down. Mmmm”
He growled into the kiss, devouring the moans and whimpers, biting at lips and tongue. This was his. He’d been patient, he’d been nice. He was tired of it.
One hand gripping both of the darklings wrists, the other stroked fast and rough, bringing the teen to full hardness. The smell was thick, Zack’s sounds turning from moans to pained little whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as his hips tried to thrust into that punishing grip.
It was only minutes before he stiffened and sobbed, warmth flooding over Cloud’s fist and the boy’s stomach and thighs. Again, Cloud was split. Part of him wanted to back off, clean the boy up and start over. That part was beaten by the need to fully claim the creature he’d given a home for so long. The mercenary was pointing out that a bed and some lube would go a long way to making this a better event than the cold floor and blood.
The demon wanted to keep pumping Zack through his own slickness until the over sensitivity turned pleasure to pain and he screamed the name of the man who owned him.
They compromised, slinging the limp body over their shoulder and heading for the bedroom, one hand still fondling the limp sex he held, combing fingers through wiry hair and playing with the sack.
“Cloud… what… what are you doing? Wait. Please, I just.. I need a minute… Cloud..”
“You can rest later.”