Checkers: Reversii
Title: Checkers: Reversii
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/Megaman X
Characters/pairings: Sephiroth/Zero
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zero decides he isn't going to be pushed around anymore. Sephiroth isn't too happy with the new plan.
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
More Chat-crack, based off RP's by myself and Fira Flame.
o o o
Zero sighed, sinking into the couch. Sephiroth sat at the other end, eyes closed against the noise of the Chatroom. Across the charcoal space, Strife, Highwind, and Valentine were teaching an interested Legolas how to play Poker, cards and bottles scattered across the tabletop. Loud, drunken laughter rent the air, making any sort of rest all but impossible. Sephiroth shifted and glared when someone turned on a radio, adding more to the tumult.
Zero watched as Sephiroth sifted and glared, trying to relax amongst the noise. If he was found in the chatroom, the general would be on the couch, not in one of the trans-dimensional rooms around the place. But now he was half sick and miserable and wanted peace that was difficult to find. And Zero knew he wouldn't go look for it out of sheer stubbornness.
With a sigh, Zero pulled himself off the couch and walked away from the party. Numerous doors circled the place, and finding something usable behind one was mostly luck. The first door he opened revealed a cold, windswept plane. Not very therapeutic. Shutting the door and opening it revealed a storm-tossed deck of a large ship. Giving up on that door, he went to the next, and found something much better - a large plush bed and a tiny bedside stand. Leaving the door open, he went back to the couch. "C'mon." He said, folding his arms.
Sephiroth glared at him. "C'mon where?" He grumbled.
Zero returned the look. "You need your rest." He said flatly. "And you're not going to get it here." He might not know a lot about human anatomy, but he did know that good sleep helped them heal.
"Aw, how sweet." Sephiroth said sarcastically. "Next thing you know, I'll be getting a foot rub." Zero just kept looking at him and finally the general sighed, sending one last glare at the hysterical group across the room before he followed the reploid.
Zero smirked to himself as he led the way to the room he had found. Arrogant bastard he might be, even Sephiroth couldn't argue with simple logic. With a flourish, he bowed the general into the room.
"Ass." Sephiroth muttered, passing him. Zero chuckled and shut the door behind him, watching as the general tossed his coat on the floor beside the bed and flopped down, arm over his eyes. "I hate this place." He muttered.
"Better than being dead." Zero replied, leaning against the door. Very nice; not a sound from outside penetrated the heavy door. Hell, for all he knew, they weren't even in the Chatroom anymore. "At least you stopped coughing up blood."
"Still sucks." He said, and subsided. Zero watched him in silence. Since his entry into the world of sex, they'd fucked three times, each time in the bathroom. Zero had learned, and learned fast, how to move, to react, to turn what felt good into something just shy of mind-blowing. Now, his eyes tracing the lines of the general's torso, from the flat planes of his chest down to the silver-dark line of hair that trailed down from his navel, he felt a curl of desire rise from his lower belly, potent and sweet. He crossed the room silently and stood beside the bed, watching the general intently.
After a moment Sephiroth looked up at him from under his arm. "You're planning something." He accused.
Zero smiled cruelly. "Wouldn't you, if the situation were reversed?" He asked. Sephiroth's eyes narrowed, but he didn't answer so Zero continued. "You see, I feel rather bad. You've given me so much, so I feel I have to return the favor."
"No." Sephiroth said flatly, his arm covering his eyes again. "You can find someone else to 'favor'." A second later he found his arms pinned above his head and Zero sitting beside him, still smiling. "Let me go." He demanded.
Zero leaned closer, their noses almost touching. "Any other reploid would obey you." He said softly. "They'd have no choice. But I'm not only a Maverick, I'm the original Maverick. And when I'm in the mood, I'll do whatever the hell I want, even to you."
"Civilized people would call that rape." Sephiroth replied, his voice icy cold. "I call it a load of bullshit that's going to get your head taken off."
Zero chuckled. "It's not rape if you want it." He purred.
"Which I obviously don't." The general snapped.
Zero's smile widened a bit. He held both of Sephiroth's wrists in one hand and cupped the general's crotch with the other, earning a short, sharp breath. "I once thought you did everything on your own terms." The reploid explained. "That you decided when you reacted to what you were given. The first time you fucked me, though, I learned that wasn't true." His hand moved and Sephiroth hissed between his teeth, hips twitching on their own accord. "You've teased and tormented me plenty. I think it's only fair I get to return the favor."
"And if I still say no?"
Zero shrugged. "Then I leave. And I stay away. Your choice, Black. Trust me now, trust what you taught me, or never touch me again."
Sephiroth scowled. He was tempted, very tempted, to tell Zero to go fuck himself. But that would mean losing any future sensual contact with the reploid, who was, truth be told, one hell of a lay. It was an interesting experience, sleeping with someone who was a near-equal, instead of someone blindingly inferior.
But was it worth this?
"Prove it." He hissed. "Prove that I taught you well. And you better make it damned good, otherwise I will take your fucking head off."
Zero chuckled again, dipping his head to press a light kiss against Sephiroth's neck. "I would love to see you try." He murmured, his hand stroking the general through his leather pants.
Sephiroth growled something obscene under his breath. The supple leather transferred only enough of the sensation to be maddening, and he caught himself before he bucked up into the hand. Zero wanted to play power games? Fine. But he'd have to do more than tease to get a satisfactory reaction out of him.
"First thing you taught me." Zero breathed against Sephiroth's neck. He shifted, straddling the general's thighs. "The not-so-obvious pleasure points. Neck." A slight bite just below his chin. "Collar." A tongue, dipping into the vulnerable hollow at the base of his throat. "Nipples." A light nibble on one side, then the other. "Naval." That tongue again, circling the indent. "Thighs." The constraining hand left his wrists to trace a winding course across his upper thigh. "Knees." The hand traveled downward, ghosting over the back of his knee.
"Lesson two?" Sephiroth asked, glad to note how steady his voice still was.
Zero smiled again. "Tease." He stated, his hand tracing back up the general's leg. "And show no mercy."
Sephiroth took a slow breath, wondering when Zero had figured out that his legs were a rather sensitive place. "Three?" He continued.
The hand between his thighs tightened, and Sephiroth fought against a moan but succeeded only in turning it into a hoarse grunt. "Keep teasing until they beg." Zero replied, rolling his fingers, forcing the general to take another slow breath.
"You're insane if you think I'm begging." Sephiroth said flatly.
Zero smirked and leaned over the prone man. "Maybe someone else wouldn't recognize it as begging," He said smugly. "But you and I, we'll know the truth, won't we?" He didn't give the general time to respond before kissing him, pressing his tongue into the other's mouth. Sephiroth responded aggressively, their tongues sliding together. Zero's hand sped up a bit, his palm moving in circles across the general's arousal, sometimes tightening in a squeeze that made the man groan into their kiss. Sephiroth reached up and found the band holding Zero's hair back, breaking it and tossing it to one side. Zero ended the kiss to glare down at him. "Stop doing that." He snapped. "I have to find a new one every damn time."
"Stop wearing one." Sephiroth retorted with a smirk. "It looks better down, anyway."
Zero huffed in annoyance, a heavy tendril of gold sliding over his shoulder. "You could always just pull it out instead of breaking it."
"Takes too long." He said, tangling his hands in the rich flow, tugging hard enough to bring tears to a normal person's eyes. Zero merely glared at him and set to a more thorough examination of the general's neck and shoulders, hot lips tracing the lines of bone and tendon until he had them all but memorized. His hand still slid over Sephiroth's leather-encased erection, just fast enough to drive the general insane. Sephiroth tugged the gold hair harder, silently demanding he end the malicious teasing.
"Like I said," Zero chuckled against his neck, making the general freeze. "Not all begging consists of 'please'."
Sephiroth yanked hard on the hair he held, dragging the reploid's head up. "I let you get away with a lot." He said coldly. "Much more than I'm wont to. But I will not tolerate being made fun of."
Zero smirked, his eyes narrow and cruel. "I'm honored." He said. "And I think I struck a nerve somewhere." The hands in his hair pulled again, enough to hurt even the reploid. "Fine." He hissed. "I'll just keep my smart mouth shut."
"Smartest thing you've ever said." Sephiroth said, lips curved in amusement. Served the bastard right for power-tripping. His grip loosened as Zero's hand finally left his groin, traveling up two inches to the waist of his pants. After his therapeutic bath earlier, Sephiroth hadn't even tried to get properly dressed, only pulled on his pants and draped his coat over his shoulders. It made Zero's life easier, not having to deal with numerous belts and buckles, only a single button to be opened. He caught the zipper and tugged it down, his full attention on the skin he was revealing. Sitting back, he peeled the black leather away from the general's hips, freeing him from the confining hide.
Sephiroth watched with half-lidded eyes as Zero's fingers trailed down from his naval, stroking the leaden curls around the base of his arousal with the same maddening smirk he'd worn the whole night. Cool fingers danced up the underside of the hard flesh and the general turned his face to the side, closing his eyes in an effort to not throw the reploid down and simply ravish him. Those fingers closed around his length, deadly intent belying inexperience in such matters, stroking firmly as the reploid leaned down to follow the lines of the general's chest with his tongue.
Submissive or not, it wasn't Sephiroth's way to just sit back and let things happen. He reached down, swiftly undoing the buttons of the reploid's shirt. As he worked, he lifted one thigh, pressing against Zero's groin, unsure if he was amused or annoyed by the erection cheerfully pressing against his leg. Zero, with a pretty good idea of what the general was thinking, chuckled darkly, his hands tugging the leather pants further down his legs.
A bit of shifting later and the dark leather was gone. Zero knelt between Sephiroth's legs, one finger tracing shapes around the general's arousal. He watched the other's face closely as his finger moved, the play of pleasure and nervousness that crossed his features as the reploid lightly caressed the heavy sack beneath his erection before moving lower. When he found the general's entrance his suspicions were confirmed in the way his whole body seemed to shy away from the touch. "You've never done this before." Zero accused softly.
"What gave you that idea?" Sephiroth hissed sarcastically, fingers a bit too tight in the bedsheets. "Was it the initial refusal to do this, or just the unsubmissive attitude?"
Zero snorted in amusement. "Now I am honored." He grinned. "You invite me sit on the couch, you let me 'get away with a lot', we take each other's last bit of virginity... We better be careful, Black, or we'll end up sending each other flowers on our birthdays."
Sephiroth couldn't help but laugh, imagining the blond presenting him with a huge bouquet of roses. Unbidden, the mental image grew as only the goofy ones can, incompasing more flowers, silly little gifts, actual dinner dates, and a ridiculously frilly wedding. Distracted as he was, he barely noticed Zero leaning over to the bedside table with his free hand, and didn't start paying attention again until he smelled something like coconut. He looked up to see the reploid unscrewing the cap to a small bottle with his teeth. "Where in the hell did that come from?" The general asked, fairly sure the tabletop had been empty when he came in.
"Who knows, with this place." Zero replied, bringing his other hand up to pour some of the lotion over his fingers. "I think that any area where sex might happen has some lubricant somewhere near." He slid his fingers together, then reached beneath the general again.
Sephiroth fought against the instinct to tense up, forcing his body into relaxing as Zero's finger cautiously pressed inside him. The reploid went slow, probably, Sephiroth thought, more because of his own inexperience than the general's comfort. Grimacing, he shifted his legs, trying to make the invasion more comfortable.
"Squirmy, aren't you?" Zero asked distantly. Most of his attention was focused on the feel of Sephiroth's body contracting around his fingers, tight and hot and alive in a way he himself would never be, no matter how realistic he became. It was a common reploid trait, to be fascinated with some aspect of the human life, but Zero had never had any interest in humans until now. Granted, Sephiroth could only barely be considered human, but that was a fact easily ignored. What was much harder to ignore was the keen desire to learn how every bit of the general responded to his touch.
Sephiroth let out a noise somewhere between a snarl and a moan, his hips all but vibrating with the suppressed compulsion to thrust against the invading digits. Instead, he dug his fingers deep into the bedspread, eyes locked on Zero's face and promising retribution for everything done to him. Zero smiled in return and pressed deeper yet, fingers curling and exploring inside the general. "If you're going to fuck me," Sephiroth growled. "Then do it already."
"You're begging again." Zero grinned. "Demanding, begging, it's all the same in the end." He leaned over the prone general, noses almost touching. "I've got something that, despite yourself, you want, and you want it now."
Sephiroth grinned savagely. "You realize that I am going to kill you now, right?"
Zero returned the grin in all it's insanity. "I think it'll be worth it." He replied. He struggled one-handed and got rid of his clothes before finally drawing his fingers from Sephiroth's body.
The general grunted with displeasure, sitting up on one elbow. Dispassionately, he pulled on Zero's shoulders, tugging him into the best position, wrapping his legs around the reploid's waist. "If you've got something to prove," He cajoled, while one hand curled around Zero's neck, and the other hand reached down between them, wrapped around Zero's cock and directed him to his entrance. "Then prove it."
Zero answered with a flex of his thighs, driving his hips forward and half-sheathing himself in the general's body. Sephiroth hissed in pain even as Zero moaned in pleasure, neither moving for a long moment. Then Zero pressed forward again, moving deeper, not gentle, but still careful, well aware of the way Sephiroth's fingers dug into the back of his neck in pain or warning or both. He moved slowly, getting them both used to the new sensations, closing his eyes to better revel in the hot tightness around his length.
Sephiroth groaned raggedly, hands linked behind Zero's neck as they moved, hard and slow and utterly delicious. Zero, propped up on his hands, set the pace, biting his lip as he pumped into the general, heavy gold hair falling around their faces. Sephiroth tugged, bringing Zero down on his elbows and sinking his teeth into the reploid's shoulder, muffling his short, panting moans into the synthetic skin.
After a few minutes Zero pushed back enough to look Sephiroth in the face, never once breaking rhythm. "I see why you didn't want to switch." He said, his voice tinged with wonder. He leaned down, brushing their lips together has he spoke. "This is...beyond excellent."
"I'm glad... I meet your approval." Sephiroth replied, but his tone lacked a good hunk of it's usual sarcasm. "I think you've passed the class."
Zero laughed breathlessly. "Isn't that some human fetish, to fuck your teacher?" He panted.
Sephiroth snorted. "Maybe in some countries." He said. "But you don't graduate until we're finished."
"Fine." Zero replied. He shifted, thrusting deeper, working at that same sedate pace, letting his climax build in slow waves, Sephiroth's erection trapped between their sweat-slick bodies. The general bit at his partner's lower lip before kissing him, gasping through the action as heavy heat pooled in his lower belly.
"Faster." Sephiroth whispered, hips rolling. "Or we'll be here the whole night."
"Is that a problem?" Zero asked, earning another bite to the lip for his impudence. But he did as told, pounding faster, lips following the line of Sephiroth's jaw to tease his ear and neck. Sephiroth bucked against him, matching every thrust, blunt nails digging into the flat expanse of the reploid's back.
Then it happened, between one thrust and the next, Sephiroth threw his head back with a low cry as his climax hit him like a truck. He locked his ankles behind Zero's back, holding the reploid firmly in place as his body shivered and tensed against itself. Zero groaned at the sensation, almost losing it himself. With a growl, he forced himself to slow down again, putting off the orgasm that threatened to break any second. He rolled over, holding Sephiroth's hips in place with both hands. Sephiroth glared down at him but rode him anyway, leaning back with his hands braced against Zero's knees.
"I hope you don't have plans." Zero grinned, hands bruising tight on the general's hips. "Because I don't think we're going anywhere."
"As long as no one touches my couch, I don't give a fuck." Sephiroth replied with a growl. He slammed into the reploid's lap, half-erect cock starting to pay attention again. Zero's breath grew labored and heavy, then stopped altogether as he came, spine arched and mouth opened in a silent scream.
Gasping, Zero fell back to the bed, nerves tingling, watching through half-lidded eyes as Sephiroth slid out of his lap, "Did I graduate?" He asked with a grin.
"Top of the class." Sephiroth replied, smirking. He leaned over Zero, holding up the little bottle of coconut-scented lube. "You were right about not going anywhere, because now we need to throw a graduation party." His smirk widened into a grin that promised dire retribution for the actions of a certain reploid.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/Megaman X
Characters/pairings: Sephiroth/Zero
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zero decides he isn't going to be pushed around anymore. Sephiroth isn't too happy with the new plan.
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
More Chat-crack, based off RP's by myself and Fira Flame.
o o o
Zero sighed, sinking into the couch. Sephiroth sat at the other end, eyes closed against the noise of the Chatroom. Across the charcoal space, Strife, Highwind, and Valentine were teaching an interested Legolas how to play Poker, cards and bottles scattered across the tabletop. Loud, drunken laughter rent the air, making any sort of rest all but impossible. Sephiroth shifted and glared when someone turned on a radio, adding more to the tumult.
Zero watched as Sephiroth sifted and glared, trying to relax amongst the noise. If he was found in the chatroom, the general would be on the couch, not in one of the trans-dimensional rooms around the place. But now he was half sick and miserable and wanted peace that was difficult to find. And Zero knew he wouldn't go look for it out of sheer stubbornness.
With a sigh, Zero pulled himself off the couch and walked away from the party. Numerous doors circled the place, and finding something usable behind one was mostly luck. The first door he opened revealed a cold, windswept plane. Not very therapeutic. Shutting the door and opening it revealed a storm-tossed deck of a large ship. Giving up on that door, he went to the next, and found something much better - a large plush bed and a tiny bedside stand. Leaving the door open, he went back to the couch. "C'mon." He said, folding his arms.
Sephiroth glared at him. "C'mon where?" He grumbled.
Zero returned the look. "You need your rest." He said flatly. "And you're not going to get it here." He might not know a lot about human anatomy, but he did know that good sleep helped them heal.
"Aw, how sweet." Sephiroth said sarcastically. "Next thing you know, I'll be getting a foot rub." Zero just kept looking at him and finally the general sighed, sending one last glare at the hysterical group across the room before he followed the reploid.
Zero smirked to himself as he led the way to the room he had found. Arrogant bastard he might be, even Sephiroth couldn't argue with simple logic. With a flourish, he bowed the general into the room.
"Ass." Sephiroth muttered, passing him. Zero chuckled and shut the door behind him, watching as the general tossed his coat on the floor beside the bed and flopped down, arm over his eyes. "I hate this place." He muttered.
"Better than being dead." Zero replied, leaning against the door. Very nice; not a sound from outside penetrated the heavy door. Hell, for all he knew, they weren't even in the Chatroom anymore. "At least you stopped coughing up blood."
"Still sucks." He said, and subsided. Zero watched him in silence. Since his entry into the world of sex, they'd fucked three times, each time in the bathroom. Zero had learned, and learned fast, how to move, to react, to turn what felt good into something just shy of mind-blowing. Now, his eyes tracing the lines of the general's torso, from the flat planes of his chest down to the silver-dark line of hair that trailed down from his navel, he felt a curl of desire rise from his lower belly, potent and sweet. He crossed the room silently and stood beside the bed, watching the general intently.
After a moment Sephiroth looked up at him from under his arm. "You're planning something." He accused.
Zero smiled cruelly. "Wouldn't you, if the situation were reversed?" He asked. Sephiroth's eyes narrowed, but he didn't answer so Zero continued. "You see, I feel rather bad. You've given me so much, so I feel I have to return the favor."
"No." Sephiroth said flatly, his arm covering his eyes again. "You can find someone else to 'favor'." A second later he found his arms pinned above his head and Zero sitting beside him, still smiling. "Let me go." He demanded.
Zero leaned closer, their noses almost touching. "Any other reploid would obey you." He said softly. "They'd have no choice. But I'm not only a Maverick, I'm the original Maverick. And when I'm in the mood, I'll do whatever the hell I want, even to you."
"Civilized people would call that rape." Sephiroth replied, his voice icy cold. "I call it a load of bullshit that's going to get your head taken off."
Zero chuckled. "It's not rape if you want it." He purred.
"Which I obviously don't." The general snapped.
Zero's smile widened a bit. He held both of Sephiroth's wrists in one hand and cupped the general's crotch with the other, earning a short, sharp breath. "I once thought you did everything on your own terms." The reploid explained. "That you decided when you reacted to what you were given. The first time you fucked me, though, I learned that wasn't true." His hand moved and Sephiroth hissed between his teeth, hips twitching on their own accord. "You've teased and tormented me plenty. I think it's only fair I get to return the favor."
"And if I still say no?"
Zero shrugged. "Then I leave. And I stay away. Your choice, Black. Trust me now, trust what you taught me, or never touch me again."
Sephiroth scowled. He was tempted, very tempted, to tell Zero to go fuck himself. But that would mean losing any future sensual contact with the reploid, who was, truth be told, one hell of a lay. It was an interesting experience, sleeping with someone who was a near-equal, instead of someone blindingly inferior.
But was it worth this?
"Prove it." He hissed. "Prove that I taught you well. And you better make it damned good, otherwise I will take your fucking head off."
Zero chuckled again, dipping his head to press a light kiss against Sephiroth's neck. "I would love to see you try." He murmured, his hand stroking the general through his leather pants.
Sephiroth growled something obscene under his breath. The supple leather transferred only enough of the sensation to be maddening, and he caught himself before he bucked up into the hand. Zero wanted to play power games? Fine. But he'd have to do more than tease to get a satisfactory reaction out of him.
"First thing you taught me." Zero breathed against Sephiroth's neck. He shifted, straddling the general's thighs. "The not-so-obvious pleasure points. Neck." A slight bite just below his chin. "Collar." A tongue, dipping into the vulnerable hollow at the base of his throat. "Nipples." A light nibble on one side, then the other. "Naval." That tongue again, circling the indent. "Thighs." The constraining hand left his wrists to trace a winding course across his upper thigh. "Knees." The hand traveled downward, ghosting over the back of his knee.
"Lesson two?" Sephiroth asked, glad to note how steady his voice still was.
Zero smiled again. "Tease." He stated, his hand tracing back up the general's leg. "And show no mercy."
Sephiroth took a slow breath, wondering when Zero had figured out that his legs were a rather sensitive place. "Three?" He continued.
The hand between his thighs tightened, and Sephiroth fought against a moan but succeeded only in turning it into a hoarse grunt. "Keep teasing until they beg." Zero replied, rolling his fingers, forcing the general to take another slow breath.
"You're insane if you think I'm begging." Sephiroth said flatly.
Zero smirked and leaned over the prone man. "Maybe someone else wouldn't recognize it as begging," He said smugly. "But you and I, we'll know the truth, won't we?" He didn't give the general time to respond before kissing him, pressing his tongue into the other's mouth. Sephiroth responded aggressively, their tongues sliding together. Zero's hand sped up a bit, his palm moving in circles across the general's arousal, sometimes tightening in a squeeze that made the man groan into their kiss. Sephiroth reached up and found the band holding Zero's hair back, breaking it and tossing it to one side. Zero ended the kiss to glare down at him. "Stop doing that." He snapped. "I have to find a new one every damn time."
"Stop wearing one." Sephiroth retorted with a smirk. "It looks better down, anyway."
Zero huffed in annoyance, a heavy tendril of gold sliding over his shoulder. "You could always just pull it out instead of breaking it."
"Takes too long." He said, tangling his hands in the rich flow, tugging hard enough to bring tears to a normal person's eyes. Zero merely glared at him and set to a more thorough examination of the general's neck and shoulders, hot lips tracing the lines of bone and tendon until he had them all but memorized. His hand still slid over Sephiroth's leather-encased erection, just fast enough to drive the general insane. Sephiroth tugged the gold hair harder, silently demanding he end the malicious teasing.
"Like I said," Zero chuckled against his neck, making the general freeze. "Not all begging consists of 'please'."
Sephiroth yanked hard on the hair he held, dragging the reploid's head up. "I let you get away with a lot." He said coldly. "Much more than I'm wont to. But I will not tolerate being made fun of."
Zero smirked, his eyes narrow and cruel. "I'm honored." He said. "And I think I struck a nerve somewhere." The hands in his hair pulled again, enough to hurt even the reploid. "Fine." He hissed. "I'll just keep my smart mouth shut."
"Smartest thing you've ever said." Sephiroth said, lips curved in amusement. Served the bastard right for power-tripping. His grip loosened as Zero's hand finally left his groin, traveling up two inches to the waist of his pants. After his therapeutic bath earlier, Sephiroth hadn't even tried to get properly dressed, only pulled on his pants and draped his coat over his shoulders. It made Zero's life easier, not having to deal with numerous belts and buckles, only a single button to be opened. He caught the zipper and tugged it down, his full attention on the skin he was revealing. Sitting back, he peeled the black leather away from the general's hips, freeing him from the confining hide.
Sephiroth watched with half-lidded eyes as Zero's fingers trailed down from his naval, stroking the leaden curls around the base of his arousal with the same maddening smirk he'd worn the whole night. Cool fingers danced up the underside of the hard flesh and the general turned his face to the side, closing his eyes in an effort to not throw the reploid down and simply ravish him. Those fingers closed around his length, deadly intent belying inexperience in such matters, stroking firmly as the reploid leaned down to follow the lines of the general's chest with his tongue.
Submissive or not, it wasn't Sephiroth's way to just sit back and let things happen. He reached down, swiftly undoing the buttons of the reploid's shirt. As he worked, he lifted one thigh, pressing against Zero's groin, unsure if he was amused or annoyed by the erection cheerfully pressing against his leg. Zero, with a pretty good idea of what the general was thinking, chuckled darkly, his hands tugging the leather pants further down his legs.
A bit of shifting later and the dark leather was gone. Zero knelt between Sephiroth's legs, one finger tracing shapes around the general's arousal. He watched the other's face closely as his finger moved, the play of pleasure and nervousness that crossed his features as the reploid lightly caressed the heavy sack beneath his erection before moving lower. When he found the general's entrance his suspicions were confirmed in the way his whole body seemed to shy away from the touch. "You've never done this before." Zero accused softly.
"What gave you that idea?" Sephiroth hissed sarcastically, fingers a bit too tight in the bedsheets. "Was it the initial refusal to do this, or just the unsubmissive attitude?"
Zero snorted in amusement. "Now I am honored." He grinned. "You invite me sit on the couch, you let me 'get away with a lot', we take each other's last bit of virginity... We better be careful, Black, or we'll end up sending each other flowers on our birthdays."
Sephiroth couldn't help but laugh, imagining the blond presenting him with a huge bouquet of roses. Unbidden, the mental image grew as only the goofy ones can, incompasing more flowers, silly little gifts, actual dinner dates, and a ridiculously frilly wedding. Distracted as he was, he barely noticed Zero leaning over to the bedside table with his free hand, and didn't start paying attention again until he smelled something like coconut. He looked up to see the reploid unscrewing the cap to a small bottle with his teeth. "Where in the hell did that come from?" The general asked, fairly sure the tabletop had been empty when he came in.
"Who knows, with this place." Zero replied, bringing his other hand up to pour some of the lotion over his fingers. "I think that any area where sex might happen has some lubricant somewhere near." He slid his fingers together, then reached beneath the general again.
Sephiroth fought against the instinct to tense up, forcing his body into relaxing as Zero's finger cautiously pressed inside him. The reploid went slow, probably, Sephiroth thought, more because of his own inexperience than the general's comfort. Grimacing, he shifted his legs, trying to make the invasion more comfortable.
"Squirmy, aren't you?" Zero asked distantly. Most of his attention was focused on the feel of Sephiroth's body contracting around his fingers, tight and hot and alive in a way he himself would never be, no matter how realistic he became. It was a common reploid trait, to be fascinated with some aspect of the human life, but Zero had never had any interest in humans until now. Granted, Sephiroth could only barely be considered human, but that was a fact easily ignored. What was much harder to ignore was the keen desire to learn how every bit of the general responded to his touch.
Sephiroth let out a noise somewhere between a snarl and a moan, his hips all but vibrating with the suppressed compulsion to thrust against the invading digits. Instead, he dug his fingers deep into the bedspread, eyes locked on Zero's face and promising retribution for everything done to him. Zero smiled in return and pressed deeper yet, fingers curling and exploring inside the general. "If you're going to fuck me," Sephiroth growled. "Then do it already."
"You're begging again." Zero grinned. "Demanding, begging, it's all the same in the end." He leaned over the prone general, noses almost touching. "I've got something that, despite yourself, you want, and you want it now."
Sephiroth grinned savagely. "You realize that I am going to kill you now, right?"
Zero returned the grin in all it's insanity. "I think it'll be worth it." He replied. He struggled one-handed and got rid of his clothes before finally drawing his fingers from Sephiroth's body.
The general grunted with displeasure, sitting up on one elbow. Dispassionately, he pulled on Zero's shoulders, tugging him into the best position, wrapping his legs around the reploid's waist. "If you've got something to prove," He cajoled, while one hand curled around Zero's neck, and the other hand reached down between them, wrapped around Zero's cock and directed him to his entrance. "Then prove it."
Zero answered with a flex of his thighs, driving his hips forward and half-sheathing himself in the general's body. Sephiroth hissed in pain even as Zero moaned in pleasure, neither moving for a long moment. Then Zero pressed forward again, moving deeper, not gentle, but still careful, well aware of the way Sephiroth's fingers dug into the back of his neck in pain or warning or both. He moved slowly, getting them both used to the new sensations, closing his eyes to better revel in the hot tightness around his length.
Sephiroth groaned raggedly, hands linked behind Zero's neck as they moved, hard and slow and utterly delicious. Zero, propped up on his hands, set the pace, biting his lip as he pumped into the general, heavy gold hair falling around their faces. Sephiroth tugged, bringing Zero down on his elbows and sinking his teeth into the reploid's shoulder, muffling his short, panting moans into the synthetic skin.
After a few minutes Zero pushed back enough to look Sephiroth in the face, never once breaking rhythm. "I see why you didn't want to switch." He said, his voice tinged with wonder. He leaned down, brushing their lips together has he spoke. "This is...beyond excellent."
"I'm glad... I meet your approval." Sephiroth replied, but his tone lacked a good hunk of it's usual sarcasm. "I think you've passed the class."
Zero laughed breathlessly. "Isn't that some human fetish, to fuck your teacher?" He panted.
Sephiroth snorted. "Maybe in some countries." He said. "But you don't graduate until we're finished."
"Fine." Zero replied. He shifted, thrusting deeper, working at that same sedate pace, letting his climax build in slow waves, Sephiroth's erection trapped between their sweat-slick bodies. The general bit at his partner's lower lip before kissing him, gasping through the action as heavy heat pooled in his lower belly.
"Faster." Sephiroth whispered, hips rolling. "Or we'll be here the whole night."
"Is that a problem?" Zero asked, earning another bite to the lip for his impudence. But he did as told, pounding faster, lips following the line of Sephiroth's jaw to tease his ear and neck. Sephiroth bucked against him, matching every thrust, blunt nails digging into the flat expanse of the reploid's back.
Then it happened, between one thrust and the next, Sephiroth threw his head back with a low cry as his climax hit him like a truck. He locked his ankles behind Zero's back, holding the reploid firmly in place as his body shivered and tensed against itself. Zero groaned at the sensation, almost losing it himself. With a growl, he forced himself to slow down again, putting off the orgasm that threatened to break any second. He rolled over, holding Sephiroth's hips in place with both hands. Sephiroth glared down at him but rode him anyway, leaning back with his hands braced against Zero's knees.
"I hope you don't have plans." Zero grinned, hands bruising tight on the general's hips. "Because I don't think we're going anywhere."
"As long as no one touches my couch, I don't give a fuck." Sephiroth replied with a growl. He slammed into the reploid's lap, half-erect cock starting to pay attention again. Zero's breath grew labored and heavy, then stopped altogether as he came, spine arched and mouth opened in a silent scream.
Gasping, Zero fell back to the bed, nerves tingling, watching through half-lidded eyes as Sephiroth slid out of his lap, "Did I graduate?" He asked with a grin.
"Top of the class." Sephiroth replied, smirking. He leaned over Zero, holding up the little bottle of coconut-scented lube. "You were right about not going anywhere, because now we need to throw a graduation party." His smirk widened into a grin that promised dire retribution for the actions of a certain reploid.