Checkers in the Chatroom
Title: Checkers in the Chatroom
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/Megaman X
Characters/pairings: Sephiroth/Zero
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Disturbingly similar, the two have always been friends. And when Zero gets an interesting upgrade, Sephiroth decides to show him exactly what he can now do
Warnings: Crackporn
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) I suggest reading the explanation first.
o o o
The Highwind was cleaned. The parties were over. It was time to leave Costa del Sol and head back to the Chatroom. The summer heat had led to less clothing, and a lot more groping, and everyone was more or less sunburnt, waterlogged, and sexually sated.
Except Zero. He didn't get sunburn, and he didn't much enjoy swimming. And he didn't have any sexual feelings whatsoever. None. No hardware, no software, only a basic know-how of 'tab A goes into slot B and/or C'.
At least, he hadn't until two nights before. He'd finally gone to Doctor Light for the final upgrade to a full-scale human replica.
He wished he'd gone sooner.
While Sephiroth was busy in the other room, breaking the adjustable bed, Zero had learned why humans enjoy sexual contact so much. He'd never experienced actual pleasure in his long, strange life. Gods knew what it would feel like with another person.
The chance had yet to happen, however. There had been a party on the beach when they got back to Costa del Sol, and his newly acquired desire was fluctuating the entire night, but anyone he considered for his 'first' was paired off with someone. He was strongly debating X, but the blue Reploid was off on a mission and unavailable for a few months yet, and this alien feeling was something he wanted sated as soon as possible. He could make it leave, as simple as flicking a switch, but that wasn't the way he wanted to go. He wanted to test his new genitalia to it's limits, whatever they may be.
The problem with the Chatroom wasn't a lack of sex. In fact, there was an overabundance of it. But it was rather difficult to have any privacy, and Zero figured he could do without any voyeuristic fangirls sneaking around. He knew very well that Keeren and Teri had quite the collection of snapshots from the various trysts that had happened over the years, and he didn't want the loss of his virginity among them. He looked around at the doors hanging in the charcoal gray depths of the Room. The doors were invisible from the far side, and opened onto trans-dimensional bedrooms, a luxurious bathroom, and a peculiar closet. The whole place was a suspension of time, space, and sanity, a loony-bin of ever-changing proportions. Certain things were constant, the bathroom, closet, some of the rooms, and in the main area there was always a La-Z-Boy, a scarred wooden table that had served as a shield in many a fight and a ridiculously comfortable black leather couch.
Rumor had it that Sephiroth came with the couch. If the former general wasn't found there, he was usually not in the chatroom at all, out making a ruckus of some sort. He would leave without anyone noticing and show up hours later, grinning smugly, and fall asleep on the couch. Zero had found himself spending quite a bit of time with the man, and considered him a friend.
Now, as people moved off in yawning pairs for the various bedrooms circling the place, Zero again found himself in Sephiroth's company. The general had his trademark coat back, although he still wore the cowboy hat and shades he had never parted with throughout del Sol. He was leaning into one corner of the couch, arms folded across his chest and his hat tipped low over his shaded eyes. Zero plopped down on the other end of the couch with a sigh and found his eyes wandering over to the silver-haired man.
Sephiroth quirked a brow at him from under the hat. "See something you like?" He asked mildly. "A picture would last longer."
Zero rolled his eyes, sinking further into the soft leather. "Smartass." He muttered. He shifted a bit, uncomfortably aware that he was aroused. A part of him wanted to shut down the mental program that let him reach such a state before Sephiroth noticed, but he decided against it. The man had explained masturbation to him in the bluntest terms possible, and seduced people constantly. He wasn't going to be uncomfortable just because the person sitting across from him was sporting a bulge in his pants. Sephiroth knew damn well what he was going through, since it had been his idea in the first place, and he had been with the blond nearly every step of the way.
"My ass is not smart." Sephiroth replied. "My ass dumber than two bags of bricks. This is because my ass has no brain. It is, however, hot, sexy, and downright cute." He reached up and pulled down his sunglasses, raking his eyes up and down Zero's body. "Which is something you've obviously taken notice of."
Zero humphed and looked away, crossing his arms. "As if looking at you made me all hot and bothered." He snorted. "Don't give yourself so much credit."
Zero's head snapped back around as Sephiroth shifted. The dark general maneuvered himself until he was looming over the reploid, one hand braced on the arm of the couch behind Zero's shoulder, his sun-glasses off somewhere. His other hand came up and gripped the blond's chin in a firm hold. "I give myself credit," Sephiroth purred. "Because I know I'm that damn good." Zero didn't have time to respond before Sephiroth kissed him firmly, his tongue sliding between the surprised reploid's lips.
Zero saw two immediate choices: hoist Sephiroth off him and beat his ass or allow him to continue his ministrations and run the risk of this being a cruel joke. He decided to let him continue, mainly because he rather enjoyed the feeling rising from his newly acquired groin. He gave control over to the protocols that would allow him to enjoy - and respond - as a true human would and sank into the couch, responding curiously to Sephiroth's tongue with his own.
Sephiroth broke the kiss and smirked, shifting to press himself against Zero in all the right places. "Told you."
Zero's eyes narrowed. "Smug bastard." He accused.
Sephiroth shrugged, his hands pressing the reploid's shoulders down until he was stretched out on the couch. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Doesn't seem to turn you off any."
"Never said it was a bad thing." Zero countered. Sephiroth smiled cruelly and ducked his head to the blond's chest. Zero usually didn't wear his armor around the Chatroom, and was currently wearing a button-down shirt and a simple pair of slacks. Sephiroth unbuttoned the shirt with his teeth, pausing after every button to examine the revealed skin with his lips and tongue. Zero found himself squirming under the touch, not something he could ever remember doing before. He watched, through half-lidded eyes, as the general slithered to the floor, tugging Zero's knees around to face him. "Planning something?"
"I'm going to ask you this only once." Sephiroth said, one gloved finger tracing loops over Zero's thigh. "And I only ask because I have a high degree of respect for you as a fellow warrior. Do you want this to stop?" His hand slid up his thigh, finding more sensitive places to tease.
Zero's hand curled around the general's chin. "I want every single sexual experience you can give me." He said. "I'll take anything you can even think to throw at me."
Sephiroth's hand slid up and curved over Zero's arousal through his slacks, caressing with his thumb until Zero's eyelids fluttered and a short moan escaped his lips. "And how does a virgin know what he can take?" He asked.
Zero took a slow breath to steady himself. "I'm stronger than I look." He replied.
Sephiroth's smile changed to something almost proud before he unfastened the reploid's pants. "Tsk, tsk, Zero." He teased, easing the cloth over the blond's hips. "No underwear? What a Cajun."
"Oh, like you wear any, either." Zero snapped back.
The general snorted. "There's a difference between cotton slacks and skin-tight leather." He said, his light tone at complete odds with the deadly intent of his hand, which was tracing the sensitive crease between Zero's thigh and torso. "If you're going to be as human-like as possible, you need proper support."
Zero's head lolled back against the couch. "You're so fucking weird." He muttered.
"You're the one without body-hair, not me."
Zero rolled his eyes, hoping the general would stop teasing him with his hands. "You." He repeated. "Are weird."
"Oh shut up and enjoy yourself." Sephiroth said, without malice. His hand finally curved around Zero's arousal, making the reploid shiver. He slowly stroked him a few times, watching the blond's face as he gasped and trembled. "Sorry you didn't get this before?" He asked.
"Fuck yes." Zero hissed, fighting to keep his hips firmly planted in the couch. And he had thought his own hand had felt good? It was nothing compared to what Sephiroth was doing to him.
He felt warm air move across his shaft and looked down. Sephiroth smirked at him before taking him completely in his mouth, silver hair falling over his lap. Zero let out a short cry, his hands digging into the couch. In his entire life, he'd never experienced something like this. He'd never even considered that the mouth could deliver pleasure in such a way. The general was deviously good, delivering a torment of lips and teeth and tongue until Zero was ready to scream, then backing off just long enough for him to settle down again. "Bastard..." He gasped, his fingers sinking into Sephiroth's hair, throwing that ridiculous cowboy hat across the room. "Will you just finish?"
Sephiroth chuckled darkly, his throat vibrating around the reploid's shaft, sending him over the edge into his climax. Zero locked a cry in his throat, his whole body straining against itself, his fingers tightening in Sephiroth's hair until he knew it had to hurt. He rode out the wave of his climax and collapsed back, gasping.
When Zero opened his eyes again, he looked down to see Sephiroth still between his knees, one elbow on his thigh and his chin propped in his hand, contemplating him. "An interesting contrast." The general mused. "You taste almost human, but you're not. You climax, but you don't release." As if to prove his point, he swiveled one fingertip around the head of Zero's shaft, making the reploid jump a bit.
"I don't have anything to release." Zero half-growled, sitting upright. "Realistic as the doctors make us, they think artificial semen is just going a little too far."
"Hm." Sephiroth stood fluidly and turned away from him. "Follow me." He called back over his shoulder, stalking off through the chat room. Zero blinked at his retreating back before following, zipping his pants as he went.
Sephiroth stalked over to one door in particular and paused, waiting for Zero. The reploid looked at the door, then the general, raising a brow. "The bathroom?" He asked, bemused.
Sephiroth smirked, pushing the door open. "Since you have no use for the place, you're rarely in here." He said, walking in. "A pity, for the place is quite luxuriant." Zero followed him, noticing he was right. The walls and floor were marble tile, soft blue and white, with a near-pool sized tub at the far end. Thick blue rugs were scattered across the floor, matching the lush towels hanging on the rack, and a wide counter stretched across one wall. Sephiroth turned to Zero as the door clicked shut. "Strip." He commanded.
Zero folded his arms across his chest. "You first." He countered.
Sephiroth crossed the space between them and wrapped one hand around Zero's ponytail, wrenching his head back. "What makes you think I'll take orders from you?" He hissed into Zero's ear. "I said strip."
Zero caught Sephiroth's hands and pushed him forward, pinning him against the far wall with his hands above his head. "I am not like the others," He said, his voice low and menacing. "Who dance to your tune out of fear and lust. I am as feared and worshiped on my world as you were yours, and I am your equal in more ways than you know. I say you first."
Sephiroth's eyes blazed with the challenge, anger and desire chasing each other behind the mako-green glow. "I could always walk out and leave you bereft of the experience you so crave." He said, arching his back so his hips pressed against the blond's.
Zero's eyes narrowed. "And I can find someone else, leaving you with the knowledge that you let the prize of my virginity slip through your fingers."
Sephiroth chuckled. "A prize?" He asked. "You think you're valued so highly?"
"I must be." Zero said, calling his bluff. "Otherwise you wouldn't have done what you did out there, and we wouldn't be in here now."
Sephiroth glared at him for a moment before loosing a short laugh, shaking his head. However, the gesture was apparently amusement rather than denial, because when Zero let go of his wrists and stepped back, Sephiroth reached up and undid the buckles holding his shoulder-plates in place.
Zero crossed his arms again and stood back to watch while Sephiroth dropped the plates into a pile on the counter and pulled off his gloves one by one with his teeth, then unbuckled his coat, draping it across the toilet. The tall boots went next, the general bending down to unbuckle them, watching Zero through a curtain of silver hair, never breaking eye contact once. Zero simply watched, his face impassive as Sephiroth unbuckled the heavy Soldier belt and placed it next to his shoulder plates before undoing his pants and dropping them down his long legs. Only then did Zero show some sign, his breath catching at the sight of Sephiroth standing before him, resplendently naked.
"Your turn." Sephiroth said, mimicking his pose, green eyes promising retribution for Zero's arrogance. Zero smiled cockily as he slipped his open shirt off his arms. Even though he knew he'd pay the price, it felt good to prove to the general that he wasn't Grand Master of the universe, no matter how much he acted the role. He toed off his boots and his pants quickly followed his shirt to the tile.
"Better?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Not quite." Sephiroth replied. He stalked forward and grabbed the cloth band Zero had wrapped around his hair, snapping it and letting the reploid's hair fall loose, nearly to his knees. He pushed Zero back against the counter and kissed him, his mouth predatory and almost rough, his hand tangled in the blond's hair. Zero's mind whirled, trying to process every sensation all at once until Sephiroth pressed completely against him and conscious thought was lost in a haze of pleasure and lust. He sank his hands into the general's hair and knew dimly on some level that few people would dare do such a thing to the warrior.
One of Sephiroth's hands left him, and Zero was aware of clinking noises behind him somewhere. Abruptly he was spun around and pressed flat on the counter. He saw, then, that Sephiroth had pulled open the cabinet above the sink. Potions and pain relievers vied for position with lubricants and stimulants. Zero blinked at the assorted bottles and jars. "Quite the pharmacy." He commented.
"I believe we can blame Valentine and Highwind for that." Sephiroth replied. Zero looked back at him. The general was squeezing something into his hand from a tube. He gave the Reploid a smile that did little to calm his nerves and pressed his shoulders against the counter-top. "Tell me, Zero," He said, that light tone back in his voice. "This upgrade you got, does it cause your body to react with perfect accuracy?" One finger slid completely inside him.
Zero hissed, arching his back, propping himself up on his elbows. There was pleasure from this, yes, but pain overshadowed, a pain quite unlike any he'd known before. His fingers flexed harmlessly against the cool marble counter as Sephiroth slowly pumped the finger in and out of his body. The pain was just starting to abate when a second finger was pressed in, making him shudder. He was running on programmed instinct now, and he did what he usually did when in pain - he shut it down, told his system to ignore the pain receptors embedded in his synthetic flesh. Pleasure, unhindered by pain, washed over his body like a wave. He moaned in the back of his throat and buried his face in his arms, his hips bucking up against the slick digits inside him.
Sephiroth froze, and Zero almost felt the glare on the back of his head. "What did you do?" He demanded, his voice icy cold.
Zero glared right back, looking over his shoulder. "Made the pain stop." He replied. He tried to move again but Sephiroth held his hips in place with a hand to his lower back.
"Bring it back."
"What?"
"You heard me." Sephiroth said flatly. "You wanted the experience; pain is part of it. You have to learn to relax and let it fade, not turn it off like a lightswitch. Now bring it back and learn to deal with it naturally, or I leave."
Zero growled, but did as he was told, letting the pain seep back into his awareness. He bit his lip, his whole body tightening. How was this supposed to feel good if it felt like he was being split in two?
"Relax, you fool." Sephiroth breathed into his ear, moving his fingers again. "Fighting only makes it worse." Zero grit his teeth, trying to force his body to relax in spite of the deep ache. It wasn't something he was used to, allowing pain instead of fighting it. But he found that the general was right; as he relaxed, those questing digits moved deeper, pressing spots that made his breath catch and his vision quiver. The pain was now more like an exquisite spice, adding flavor and depth to the mindless pleasure that was sending slow tendrils through his body. After a few long minutes he was pressing back against that hand again, this time welcoming the pain as the only thing anchoring him to the world.
Sephiroth chuckled against Zero's neck. "For someone who has only known what pleasure is for, what, two days, you amaze me with what you can take. Anyone else so unexperienced would have come already, but you..." As if to prove his point he slid his hand around Zero's torso and ran a feather-light finger down his reawakened erection.
"I told you I could handle it." Zero gasped, closing his eyes against the dual stimulation.
"This isn't another trick, is it?"
"You'd know if it was."
"Maybe you're right." Sephiroth conceded. He blanketed the reploid's back, letting him feel his own arousal. "Do you think you're ready for the final act?" He asked, his lips brushing the curved shell of Zero's ear.
Zero felt a worm of apprehension sink into his gut, chasing away some of the lusty haze over his mind. "I don't know." He said honestly. "But do it anyway." He felt the general smile against his ear before pulling away completely.
Confused, he straightened and turned, blinking as Sephiroth crossed the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the huge bath. Water gushed out of the tap, steaming hot, rapidly lapping up the sides of the tub. He smiled slyly at the confused, almost pained expression on Zero's face. "The heat will help you relax more." He explained. "And I think I'll let you settle down a bit so it isn't over too fast."
Watching Sephiroth move through the rising steam, Zero felt a hot wash of a completely alien emotion. It took him a moment before he could identify it - want. Need. Desire, so heavy it threatened to swamp everything else. He craved the man's touch like a man dying of thirst craves water, and he finally understood completely why humans went to such great lengths for sex.
Finally, Sephiroth beckoned to him, stepping into the hot water that rose to his knees. Zero followed wordlessly, allowing the general to pull him down into the liquid heat. He soon found himself sitting in Sephiroth's lap, the man's chest against his back. Those fingers parted him again, lightly teasing, and he rolled his head back against a hard shoulder. Then the fingers departed and something much more vital was pressing against his entrance. "Now relax completely." Sephiroth hissed in his ear. "Or this will be....unpleasant."
Zero nodded, his eyes slipping shut as a long-fingered hand crept into his lap and slowly stroked him. He understood why after a moment; it was to distract him from the sharp ache that flared as Sephiroth slowly entered him. Zero bit off a cry of pain, locking it behind his clenched teeth as he fought to keep his body from freezing completely.
Sephiroth took his time, pausing frequently to let Zero accommodate him. Heavy, trembling minutes passed and he was fully sheathed within the reploid, his arms locked around his narrow waist. Zero contracted around him and Sephiroth groaned, burying his face in the rich fall of gold hair across the reploid's back.
Zero chuckled breathlessly. "So, you're not immune, hm?" He asked, squeezing again.
"Never claimed to be." Sephiroth retorted through grit teeth. He settled his hands on Zero's hips, lifted him and slowly rocked him back down. Zero hissed, throwing his head back, his hands grabbing the edges of the bath for support as he moved.
Clouds of steam wreathed the two as they rocked together, the water splashing at the sides of the bath but not quite going over. Zero's eyes were shut tight, the cords standing out on his neck and arms as thick waves of carnal desire blocked everything but the feel of Sephiroth's hands on his skin, his lips and teeth against his neck, the pressure and heat rising from where they were joined until he couldn't think straight if he wanted to. They were going faster now, rushing headlong towards the inevitable, lips forming curses and prayers, hands sliding across water-slick skin, strands of silver and gold floating and mixing on the turbulent surface of the water.
"Oh fuck." Zero whispered. "I...I'm gonna...gonna...." He trailed off, throat working to get enough air as the heat doubled, tripled, rose from a flame to a blaze. He leaned back, his head against Sephiroth's shoulder, distantly wondering how much more he could take as the general's hand slid against his arousal again, stroking in time to their thrusts.
"Go right ahead." Sephiroth breathed, sounding just as out of breath as Zero was. "You go right the fuck ahead." He bit down briefly on Zero's shoulder. "But when you, I want to hear it."
Zero grit his teeth, holding back as long as he could, his hips jerking wildly as his control slipped more with every passing second. Finally, it all grew to be too much and he cried out, spiraling sweetness coursing over his nerves, pounding in his mind, making his body tremble and tighten and somewhere he was aware of Sephiroth moaning against his back, pulsing into him with another burst of heat and for a brief moment Zero knew nothing but delicious desire.
It was a long time before either of them went anywhere or said anything. Then Sephiroth shifted, his arms still around Zero's waist. "Regretting anything?" He asked, his voice almost soft.
"Should I be?" Zero countered, letting the heat of the water wash away the residual pain from their actions.
"Don't think so." Sephiroth responded, settling back against the sloped wall of the bath. He frowned thoughtfully. "Unless it was screaming loud enough for someone out there to hear it." He added, jerking his head towards the door.
Zero snorted in amusement. "Fuck 'em." He said. "We hear them often enough." He felt more than heard the general's laughter. He relaxed against the broad chest behind him. "We ever getting out of here?"
"Hm. In a bit. It'll keep you from hurting later. Unless, of course, you just get rid of the pain."
Zero laughed at the disgust in the general's voice. "I promise, no more tricks." He said, unable to help a smirk. "I wanted it, I'll deal with the consequences."
"Good."
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/Megaman X
Characters/pairings: Sephiroth/Zero
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Disturbingly similar, the two have always been friends. And when Zero gets an interesting upgrade, Sephiroth decides to show him exactly what he can now do
Warnings: Crackporn
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) I suggest reading the explanation first.
o o o
The Highwind was cleaned. The parties were over. It was time to leave Costa del Sol and head back to the Chatroom. The summer heat had led to less clothing, and a lot more groping, and everyone was more or less sunburnt, waterlogged, and sexually sated.
Except Zero. He didn't get sunburn, and he didn't much enjoy swimming. And he didn't have any sexual feelings whatsoever. None. No hardware, no software, only a basic know-how of 'tab A goes into slot B and/or C'.
At least, he hadn't until two nights before. He'd finally gone to Doctor Light for the final upgrade to a full-scale human replica.
He wished he'd gone sooner.
While Sephiroth was busy in the other room, breaking the adjustable bed, Zero had learned why humans enjoy sexual contact so much. He'd never experienced actual pleasure in his long, strange life. Gods knew what it would feel like with another person.
The chance had yet to happen, however. There had been a party on the beach when they got back to Costa del Sol, and his newly acquired desire was fluctuating the entire night, but anyone he considered for his 'first' was paired off with someone. He was strongly debating X, but the blue Reploid was off on a mission and unavailable for a few months yet, and this alien feeling was something he wanted sated as soon as possible. He could make it leave, as simple as flicking a switch, but that wasn't the way he wanted to go. He wanted to test his new genitalia to it's limits, whatever they may be.
The problem with the Chatroom wasn't a lack of sex. In fact, there was an overabundance of it. But it was rather difficult to have any privacy, and Zero figured he could do without any voyeuristic fangirls sneaking around. He knew very well that Keeren and Teri had quite the collection of snapshots from the various trysts that had happened over the years, and he didn't want the loss of his virginity among them. He looked around at the doors hanging in the charcoal gray depths of the Room. The doors were invisible from the far side, and opened onto trans-dimensional bedrooms, a luxurious bathroom, and a peculiar closet. The whole place was a suspension of time, space, and sanity, a loony-bin of ever-changing proportions. Certain things were constant, the bathroom, closet, some of the rooms, and in the main area there was always a La-Z-Boy, a scarred wooden table that had served as a shield in many a fight and a ridiculously comfortable black leather couch.
Rumor had it that Sephiroth came with the couch. If the former general wasn't found there, he was usually not in the chatroom at all, out making a ruckus of some sort. He would leave without anyone noticing and show up hours later, grinning smugly, and fall asleep on the couch. Zero had found himself spending quite a bit of time with the man, and considered him a friend.
Now, as people moved off in yawning pairs for the various bedrooms circling the place, Zero again found himself in Sephiroth's company. The general had his trademark coat back, although he still wore the cowboy hat and shades he had never parted with throughout del Sol. He was leaning into one corner of the couch, arms folded across his chest and his hat tipped low over his shaded eyes. Zero plopped down on the other end of the couch with a sigh and found his eyes wandering over to the silver-haired man.
Sephiroth quirked a brow at him from under the hat. "See something you like?" He asked mildly. "A picture would last longer."
Zero rolled his eyes, sinking further into the soft leather. "Smartass." He muttered. He shifted a bit, uncomfortably aware that he was aroused. A part of him wanted to shut down the mental program that let him reach such a state before Sephiroth noticed, but he decided against it. The man had explained masturbation to him in the bluntest terms possible, and seduced people constantly. He wasn't going to be uncomfortable just because the person sitting across from him was sporting a bulge in his pants. Sephiroth knew damn well what he was going through, since it had been his idea in the first place, and he had been with the blond nearly every step of the way.
"My ass is not smart." Sephiroth replied. "My ass dumber than two bags of bricks. This is because my ass has no brain. It is, however, hot, sexy, and downright cute." He reached up and pulled down his sunglasses, raking his eyes up and down Zero's body. "Which is something you've obviously taken notice of."
Zero humphed and looked away, crossing his arms. "As if looking at you made me all hot and bothered." He snorted. "Don't give yourself so much credit."
Zero's head snapped back around as Sephiroth shifted. The dark general maneuvered himself until he was looming over the reploid, one hand braced on the arm of the couch behind Zero's shoulder, his sun-glasses off somewhere. His other hand came up and gripped the blond's chin in a firm hold. "I give myself credit," Sephiroth purred. "Because I know I'm that damn good." Zero didn't have time to respond before Sephiroth kissed him firmly, his tongue sliding between the surprised reploid's lips.
Zero saw two immediate choices: hoist Sephiroth off him and beat his ass or allow him to continue his ministrations and run the risk of this being a cruel joke. He decided to let him continue, mainly because he rather enjoyed the feeling rising from his newly acquired groin. He gave control over to the protocols that would allow him to enjoy - and respond - as a true human would and sank into the couch, responding curiously to Sephiroth's tongue with his own.
Sephiroth broke the kiss and smirked, shifting to press himself against Zero in all the right places. "Told you."
Zero's eyes narrowed. "Smug bastard." He accused.
Sephiroth shrugged, his hands pressing the reploid's shoulders down until he was stretched out on the couch. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Doesn't seem to turn you off any."
"Never said it was a bad thing." Zero countered. Sephiroth smiled cruelly and ducked his head to the blond's chest. Zero usually didn't wear his armor around the Chatroom, and was currently wearing a button-down shirt and a simple pair of slacks. Sephiroth unbuttoned the shirt with his teeth, pausing after every button to examine the revealed skin with his lips and tongue. Zero found himself squirming under the touch, not something he could ever remember doing before. He watched, through half-lidded eyes, as the general slithered to the floor, tugging Zero's knees around to face him. "Planning something?"
"I'm going to ask you this only once." Sephiroth said, one gloved finger tracing loops over Zero's thigh. "And I only ask because I have a high degree of respect for you as a fellow warrior. Do you want this to stop?" His hand slid up his thigh, finding more sensitive places to tease.
Zero's hand curled around the general's chin. "I want every single sexual experience you can give me." He said. "I'll take anything you can even think to throw at me."
Sephiroth's hand slid up and curved over Zero's arousal through his slacks, caressing with his thumb until Zero's eyelids fluttered and a short moan escaped his lips. "And how does a virgin know what he can take?" He asked.
Zero took a slow breath to steady himself. "I'm stronger than I look." He replied.
Sephiroth's smile changed to something almost proud before he unfastened the reploid's pants. "Tsk, tsk, Zero." He teased, easing the cloth over the blond's hips. "No underwear? What a Cajun."
"Oh, like you wear any, either." Zero snapped back.
The general snorted. "There's a difference between cotton slacks and skin-tight leather." He said, his light tone at complete odds with the deadly intent of his hand, which was tracing the sensitive crease between Zero's thigh and torso. "If you're going to be as human-like as possible, you need proper support."
Zero's head lolled back against the couch. "You're so fucking weird." He muttered.
"You're the one without body-hair, not me."
Zero rolled his eyes, hoping the general would stop teasing him with his hands. "You." He repeated. "Are weird."
"Oh shut up and enjoy yourself." Sephiroth said, without malice. His hand finally curved around Zero's arousal, making the reploid shiver. He slowly stroked him a few times, watching the blond's face as he gasped and trembled. "Sorry you didn't get this before?" He asked.
"Fuck yes." Zero hissed, fighting to keep his hips firmly planted in the couch. And he had thought his own hand had felt good? It was nothing compared to what Sephiroth was doing to him.
He felt warm air move across his shaft and looked down. Sephiroth smirked at him before taking him completely in his mouth, silver hair falling over his lap. Zero let out a short cry, his hands digging into the couch. In his entire life, he'd never experienced something like this. He'd never even considered that the mouth could deliver pleasure in such a way. The general was deviously good, delivering a torment of lips and teeth and tongue until Zero was ready to scream, then backing off just long enough for him to settle down again. "Bastard..." He gasped, his fingers sinking into Sephiroth's hair, throwing that ridiculous cowboy hat across the room. "Will you just finish?"
Sephiroth chuckled darkly, his throat vibrating around the reploid's shaft, sending him over the edge into his climax. Zero locked a cry in his throat, his whole body straining against itself, his fingers tightening in Sephiroth's hair until he knew it had to hurt. He rode out the wave of his climax and collapsed back, gasping.
When Zero opened his eyes again, he looked down to see Sephiroth still between his knees, one elbow on his thigh and his chin propped in his hand, contemplating him. "An interesting contrast." The general mused. "You taste almost human, but you're not. You climax, but you don't release." As if to prove his point, he swiveled one fingertip around the head of Zero's shaft, making the reploid jump a bit.
"I don't have anything to release." Zero half-growled, sitting upright. "Realistic as the doctors make us, they think artificial semen is just going a little too far."
"Hm." Sephiroth stood fluidly and turned away from him. "Follow me." He called back over his shoulder, stalking off through the chat room. Zero blinked at his retreating back before following, zipping his pants as he went.
Sephiroth stalked over to one door in particular and paused, waiting for Zero. The reploid looked at the door, then the general, raising a brow. "The bathroom?" He asked, bemused.
Sephiroth smirked, pushing the door open. "Since you have no use for the place, you're rarely in here." He said, walking in. "A pity, for the place is quite luxuriant." Zero followed him, noticing he was right. The walls and floor were marble tile, soft blue and white, with a near-pool sized tub at the far end. Thick blue rugs were scattered across the floor, matching the lush towels hanging on the rack, and a wide counter stretched across one wall. Sephiroth turned to Zero as the door clicked shut. "Strip." He commanded.
Zero folded his arms across his chest. "You first." He countered.
Sephiroth crossed the space between them and wrapped one hand around Zero's ponytail, wrenching his head back. "What makes you think I'll take orders from you?" He hissed into Zero's ear. "I said strip."
Zero caught Sephiroth's hands and pushed him forward, pinning him against the far wall with his hands above his head. "I am not like the others," He said, his voice low and menacing. "Who dance to your tune out of fear and lust. I am as feared and worshiped on my world as you were yours, and I am your equal in more ways than you know. I say you first."
Sephiroth's eyes blazed with the challenge, anger and desire chasing each other behind the mako-green glow. "I could always walk out and leave you bereft of the experience you so crave." He said, arching his back so his hips pressed against the blond's.
Zero's eyes narrowed. "And I can find someone else, leaving you with the knowledge that you let the prize of my virginity slip through your fingers."
Sephiroth chuckled. "A prize?" He asked. "You think you're valued so highly?"
"I must be." Zero said, calling his bluff. "Otherwise you wouldn't have done what you did out there, and we wouldn't be in here now."
Sephiroth glared at him for a moment before loosing a short laugh, shaking his head. However, the gesture was apparently amusement rather than denial, because when Zero let go of his wrists and stepped back, Sephiroth reached up and undid the buckles holding his shoulder-plates in place.
Zero crossed his arms again and stood back to watch while Sephiroth dropped the plates into a pile on the counter and pulled off his gloves one by one with his teeth, then unbuckled his coat, draping it across the toilet. The tall boots went next, the general bending down to unbuckle them, watching Zero through a curtain of silver hair, never breaking eye contact once. Zero simply watched, his face impassive as Sephiroth unbuckled the heavy Soldier belt and placed it next to his shoulder plates before undoing his pants and dropping them down his long legs. Only then did Zero show some sign, his breath catching at the sight of Sephiroth standing before him, resplendently naked.
"Your turn." Sephiroth said, mimicking his pose, green eyes promising retribution for Zero's arrogance. Zero smiled cockily as he slipped his open shirt off his arms. Even though he knew he'd pay the price, it felt good to prove to the general that he wasn't Grand Master of the universe, no matter how much he acted the role. He toed off his boots and his pants quickly followed his shirt to the tile.
"Better?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Not quite." Sephiroth replied. He stalked forward and grabbed the cloth band Zero had wrapped around his hair, snapping it and letting the reploid's hair fall loose, nearly to his knees. He pushed Zero back against the counter and kissed him, his mouth predatory and almost rough, his hand tangled in the blond's hair. Zero's mind whirled, trying to process every sensation all at once until Sephiroth pressed completely against him and conscious thought was lost in a haze of pleasure and lust. He sank his hands into the general's hair and knew dimly on some level that few people would dare do such a thing to the warrior.
One of Sephiroth's hands left him, and Zero was aware of clinking noises behind him somewhere. Abruptly he was spun around and pressed flat on the counter. He saw, then, that Sephiroth had pulled open the cabinet above the sink. Potions and pain relievers vied for position with lubricants and stimulants. Zero blinked at the assorted bottles and jars. "Quite the pharmacy." He commented.
"I believe we can blame Valentine and Highwind for that." Sephiroth replied. Zero looked back at him. The general was squeezing something into his hand from a tube. He gave the Reploid a smile that did little to calm his nerves and pressed his shoulders against the counter-top. "Tell me, Zero," He said, that light tone back in his voice. "This upgrade you got, does it cause your body to react with perfect accuracy?" One finger slid completely inside him.
Zero hissed, arching his back, propping himself up on his elbows. There was pleasure from this, yes, but pain overshadowed, a pain quite unlike any he'd known before. His fingers flexed harmlessly against the cool marble counter as Sephiroth slowly pumped the finger in and out of his body. The pain was just starting to abate when a second finger was pressed in, making him shudder. He was running on programmed instinct now, and he did what he usually did when in pain - he shut it down, told his system to ignore the pain receptors embedded in his synthetic flesh. Pleasure, unhindered by pain, washed over his body like a wave. He moaned in the back of his throat and buried his face in his arms, his hips bucking up against the slick digits inside him.
Sephiroth froze, and Zero almost felt the glare on the back of his head. "What did you do?" He demanded, his voice icy cold.
Zero glared right back, looking over his shoulder. "Made the pain stop." He replied. He tried to move again but Sephiroth held his hips in place with a hand to his lower back.
"Bring it back."
"What?"
"You heard me." Sephiroth said flatly. "You wanted the experience; pain is part of it. You have to learn to relax and let it fade, not turn it off like a lightswitch. Now bring it back and learn to deal with it naturally, or I leave."
Zero growled, but did as he was told, letting the pain seep back into his awareness. He bit his lip, his whole body tightening. How was this supposed to feel good if it felt like he was being split in two?
"Relax, you fool." Sephiroth breathed into his ear, moving his fingers again. "Fighting only makes it worse." Zero grit his teeth, trying to force his body to relax in spite of the deep ache. It wasn't something he was used to, allowing pain instead of fighting it. But he found that the general was right; as he relaxed, those questing digits moved deeper, pressing spots that made his breath catch and his vision quiver. The pain was now more like an exquisite spice, adding flavor and depth to the mindless pleasure that was sending slow tendrils through his body. After a few long minutes he was pressing back against that hand again, this time welcoming the pain as the only thing anchoring him to the world.
Sephiroth chuckled against Zero's neck. "For someone who has only known what pleasure is for, what, two days, you amaze me with what you can take. Anyone else so unexperienced would have come already, but you..." As if to prove his point he slid his hand around Zero's torso and ran a feather-light finger down his reawakened erection.
"I told you I could handle it." Zero gasped, closing his eyes against the dual stimulation.
"This isn't another trick, is it?"
"You'd know if it was."
"Maybe you're right." Sephiroth conceded. He blanketed the reploid's back, letting him feel his own arousal. "Do you think you're ready for the final act?" He asked, his lips brushing the curved shell of Zero's ear.
Zero felt a worm of apprehension sink into his gut, chasing away some of the lusty haze over his mind. "I don't know." He said honestly. "But do it anyway." He felt the general smile against his ear before pulling away completely.
Confused, he straightened and turned, blinking as Sephiroth crossed the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the huge bath. Water gushed out of the tap, steaming hot, rapidly lapping up the sides of the tub. He smiled slyly at the confused, almost pained expression on Zero's face. "The heat will help you relax more." He explained. "And I think I'll let you settle down a bit so it isn't over too fast."
Watching Sephiroth move through the rising steam, Zero felt a hot wash of a completely alien emotion. It took him a moment before he could identify it - want. Need. Desire, so heavy it threatened to swamp everything else. He craved the man's touch like a man dying of thirst craves water, and he finally understood completely why humans went to such great lengths for sex.
Finally, Sephiroth beckoned to him, stepping into the hot water that rose to his knees. Zero followed wordlessly, allowing the general to pull him down into the liquid heat. He soon found himself sitting in Sephiroth's lap, the man's chest against his back. Those fingers parted him again, lightly teasing, and he rolled his head back against a hard shoulder. Then the fingers departed and something much more vital was pressing against his entrance. "Now relax completely." Sephiroth hissed in his ear. "Or this will be....unpleasant."
Zero nodded, his eyes slipping shut as a long-fingered hand crept into his lap and slowly stroked him. He understood why after a moment; it was to distract him from the sharp ache that flared as Sephiroth slowly entered him. Zero bit off a cry of pain, locking it behind his clenched teeth as he fought to keep his body from freezing completely.
Sephiroth took his time, pausing frequently to let Zero accommodate him. Heavy, trembling minutes passed and he was fully sheathed within the reploid, his arms locked around his narrow waist. Zero contracted around him and Sephiroth groaned, burying his face in the rich fall of gold hair across the reploid's back.
Zero chuckled breathlessly. "So, you're not immune, hm?" He asked, squeezing again.
"Never claimed to be." Sephiroth retorted through grit teeth. He settled his hands on Zero's hips, lifted him and slowly rocked him back down. Zero hissed, throwing his head back, his hands grabbing the edges of the bath for support as he moved.
Clouds of steam wreathed the two as they rocked together, the water splashing at the sides of the bath but not quite going over. Zero's eyes were shut tight, the cords standing out on his neck and arms as thick waves of carnal desire blocked everything but the feel of Sephiroth's hands on his skin, his lips and teeth against his neck, the pressure and heat rising from where they were joined until he couldn't think straight if he wanted to. They were going faster now, rushing headlong towards the inevitable, lips forming curses and prayers, hands sliding across water-slick skin, strands of silver and gold floating and mixing on the turbulent surface of the water.
"Oh fuck." Zero whispered. "I...I'm gonna...gonna...." He trailed off, throat working to get enough air as the heat doubled, tripled, rose from a flame to a blaze. He leaned back, his head against Sephiroth's shoulder, distantly wondering how much more he could take as the general's hand slid against his arousal again, stroking in time to their thrusts.
"Go right ahead." Sephiroth breathed, sounding just as out of breath as Zero was. "You go right the fuck ahead." He bit down briefly on Zero's shoulder. "But when you, I want to hear it."
Zero grit his teeth, holding back as long as he could, his hips jerking wildly as his control slipped more with every passing second. Finally, it all grew to be too much and he cried out, spiraling sweetness coursing over his nerves, pounding in his mind, making his body tremble and tighten and somewhere he was aware of Sephiroth moaning against his back, pulsing into him with another burst of heat and for a brief moment Zero knew nothing but delicious desire.
It was a long time before either of them went anywhere or said anything. Then Sephiroth shifted, his arms still around Zero's waist. "Regretting anything?" He asked, his voice almost soft.
"Should I be?" Zero countered, letting the heat of the water wash away the residual pain from their actions.
"Don't think so." Sephiroth responded, settling back against the sloped wall of the bath. He frowned thoughtfully. "Unless it was screaming loud enough for someone out there to hear it." He added, jerking his head towards the door.
Zero snorted in amusement. "Fuck 'em." He said. "We hear them often enough." He felt more than heard the general's laughter. He relaxed against the broad chest behind him. "We ever getting out of here?"
"Hm. In a bit. It'll keep you from hurting later. Unless, of course, you just get rid of the pain."
Zero laughed at the disgust in the general's voice. "I promise, no more tricks." He said, unable to help a smirk. "I wanted it, I'll deal with the consequences."
"Good."