Final Fantasy Seven: (Zack)/Cloud
Title: Inference
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: NC-17 not worksafe!
Warnings: communication with the dead?
Word count: 1044
Summary: The voice never steered him wrong before...
Note: I set this before Cloud remembers Zack, in case anyone gets confused.
The voice was often with him, present in a way that implied ghosts and spirits just enough that he knew better than to mention it to his friends. He was the only one that seemed to hear when the voice spoke, and he was completely sure he was the only one who noticed when the voice touched, so it was better not to make the rest worry more about his sanity than they likely already did.
Not to say he was crazy, he was pretty sure he wasn't, but it was a generally accepted fact that hearing voices wasn't really something anyone would encourage. Because of that, he didn't tell anyone, since this particular voice, well, it never got him to do anything bad. Without it, he was pretty sure he would have been dead by now even, so it was a good thing he had it.
Even if he didn't know where it came from or why.
-o-o-o-
Zack combed his fingers through blond hair, a sad little smile crossing his face when the man tipped into his touch, but only before he seemed to realize that doing that would dislodge the sensation entirely and stilled.
Yeah, he knew he was there, even if, from what he could tell, he'd never figured out who he was.
Hey you. Finally taking a break for once? He had to wait for an answer, of course, blue eyes looking here and there slowly before the tension seeped out of his frame.
They were alone. "We don't have any leads right now, and the only thing I can do is wait with the birds."
I guess that's true. Planning on just laying around all day then?
"I already practiced some this morning, so… yeah, pretty much." He watched as blue eyes closed, then shook his head. "I haven't got anything better to do."
After a long moment of silence, he felt his smile grow into a grin. I can think of something.
-o-o-o-
He opened his eyes even though he knew that he wouldn't see anyone there, feeling comfortable but still glad that there was nobody around to watch him talk to himself. "Like what?"
Do you trust me? The not-touch of a touch moved over his shoulders, and the question itself made him almost want to laugh. If only the voice was better able to read his mind.
"Of course I do! So… like what?"
He felt more of the not touch, through, over the material. First off… you're overdressed for my idea. Still game?
"Only if it doesn’t involve leaving the room."
It doesn't. There was a laugh in the voice this time, and he felt a little smile touch his lips at the sound. So, clothes?
"Yeah, sure, sure. We're not getting me naked to have me do something stupid are we?" He sat up so he could get his clothes off, shoulders, then belt, then shirt, boots, leaving pants and underwear for last.
The voice remained quiet until he was almost completely undressed. Nah, you'll like it, promise.
"And if it turns out I don't?" He was joking, of course, since he was pretty sure, by now, that what this was wasn't going to be anything too out there. If anything, he was starting to head off that direction in his imaginings.
Well, if you don't then I guess we have to try harder, don't we?
Definitely thinking off in that direction. Once he was undressed, he dropped back onto the covers and stretched out. "Alright, I'm naked. Now what?"
-o-o-o-
He let his eyes roam, biting his lip and wishing, intensely, that he could do this the right way. He couldn't, sadly, but he could do this, and they'd both get something good out of it. Fingers ghosting over the blond's chest, his sides and back up, he took a moment to admire the way the guy had grown up.
He'd never really taken it in before he died, but since then he had. Gods but he had. Now? Hmmm. Can you feel anything on you?
The silence was long, and he knew he'd crossed a line, but he didn't take it back, waiting, fingers resting on the man's chest. In the end, the blond didn't answer verbally, just moving his hands to rest over, inside, of his, closing his eyes again. "So, what were we doing?"
Relaxing from a tightly coiled tension that had woven through him in waiting, he slowly moved his fingers, watching as Cloud followed them with his palms. We're going to make you feel good. Sound like a plan?
He wasn't sure how his tone must have come across, but there was a hitch in the man's steady breathing. "Yeah. Yeah, a really good plan."
Then just… follow my lead.
-o-o-o-
The words were softer, deeper. Was the voice getting something out of this?
The idea was instinctively appealing, and he didn't ask what the other meant. He knew, and he let his hands slide along his own chest in the wake of the phantom not-touch, slow pressure as he focused more on the other than himself, which, strangely, made the feeling that much more… intense.
When his fingers reached his erection, he was almost startled, but not, eyes flitting open, half expecting the touch on him to not be his own, but he turned his attention away again, not wanting to break the illusion.
Move your hand. A murmur, and he did as told, letting his eyes flit shut as he just focused on that. He knew what felt good in this, for the most part, but those things weren't following the low directions of harder, slowly, like this, like that.
In the end the demanded changes were too much and he stopped trying to follow them, fingers moving hard and quick, breathing shaky as he topped himself off. Only when he started to come down did he realize that at some point he'd gotten his second hand between his legs too, and he uncurled his fingers from the small squeeze.
Apparently, it hadn't really helped him control himself any, but gods, the voice was right. He'd definitely liked it.
He just wished he knew how to return the favor. Though…
Something said he already had.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: NC-17 not worksafe!
Warnings: communication with the dead?
Word count: 1044
Summary: The voice never steered him wrong before...
Note: I set this before Cloud remembers Zack, in case anyone gets confused.
The voice was often with him, present in a way that implied ghosts and spirits just enough that he knew better than to mention it to his friends. He was the only one that seemed to hear when the voice spoke, and he was completely sure he was the only one who noticed when the voice touched, so it was better not to make the rest worry more about his sanity than they likely already did.
Not to say he was crazy, he was pretty sure he wasn't, but it was a generally accepted fact that hearing voices wasn't really something anyone would encourage. Because of that, he didn't tell anyone, since this particular voice, well, it never got him to do anything bad. Without it, he was pretty sure he would have been dead by now even, so it was a good thing he had it.
Even if he didn't know where it came from or why.
-o-o-o-
Zack combed his fingers through blond hair, a sad little smile crossing his face when the man tipped into his touch, but only before he seemed to realize that doing that would dislodge the sensation entirely and stilled.
Yeah, he knew he was there, even if, from what he could tell, he'd never figured out who he was.
Hey you. Finally taking a break for once? He had to wait for an answer, of course, blue eyes looking here and there slowly before the tension seeped out of his frame.
They were alone. "We don't have any leads right now, and the only thing I can do is wait with the birds."
I guess that's true. Planning on just laying around all day then?
"I already practiced some this morning, so… yeah, pretty much." He watched as blue eyes closed, then shook his head. "I haven't got anything better to do."
After a long moment of silence, he felt his smile grow into a grin. I can think of something.
-o-o-o-
He opened his eyes even though he knew that he wouldn't see anyone there, feeling comfortable but still glad that there was nobody around to watch him talk to himself. "Like what?"
Do you trust me? The not-touch of a touch moved over his shoulders, and the question itself made him almost want to laugh. If only the voice was better able to read his mind.
"Of course I do! So… like what?"
He felt more of the not touch, through, over the material. First off… you're overdressed for my idea. Still game?
"Only if it doesn’t involve leaving the room."
It doesn't. There was a laugh in the voice this time, and he felt a little smile touch his lips at the sound. So, clothes?
"Yeah, sure, sure. We're not getting me naked to have me do something stupid are we?" He sat up so he could get his clothes off, shoulders, then belt, then shirt, boots, leaving pants and underwear for last.
The voice remained quiet until he was almost completely undressed. Nah, you'll like it, promise.
"And if it turns out I don't?" He was joking, of course, since he was pretty sure, by now, that what this was wasn't going to be anything too out there. If anything, he was starting to head off that direction in his imaginings.
Well, if you don't then I guess we have to try harder, don't we?
Definitely thinking off in that direction. Once he was undressed, he dropped back onto the covers and stretched out. "Alright, I'm naked. Now what?"
-o-o-o-
He let his eyes roam, biting his lip and wishing, intensely, that he could do this the right way. He couldn't, sadly, but he could do this, and they'd both get something good out of it. Fingers ghosting over the blond's chest, his sides and back up, he took a moment to admire the way the guy had grown up.
He'd never really taken it in before he died, but since then he had. Gods but he had. Now? Hmmm. Can you feel anything on you?
The silence was long, and he knew he'd crossed a line, but he didn't take it back, waiting, fingers resting on the man's chest. In the end, the blond didn't answer verbally, just moving his hands to rest over, inside, of his, closing his eyes again. "So, what were we doing?"
Relaxing from a tightly coiled tension that had woven through him in waiting, he slowly moved his fingers, watching as Cloud followed them with his palms. We're going to make you feel good. Sound like a plan?
He wasn't sure how his tone must have come across, but there was a hitch in the man's steady breathing. "Yeah. Yeah, a really good plan."
Then just… follow my lead.
-o-o-o-
The words were softer, deeper. Was the voice getting something out of this?
The idea was instinctively appealing, and he didn't ask what the other meant. He knew, and he let his hands slide along his own chest in the wake of the phantom not-touch, slow pressure as he focused more on the other than himself, which, strangely, made the feeling that much more… intense.
When his fingers reached his erection, he was almost startled, but not, eyes flitting open, half expecting the touch on him to not be his own, but he turned his attention away again, not wanting to break the illusion.
Move your hand. A murmur, and he did as told, letting his eyes flit shut as he just focused on that. He knew what felt good in this, for the most part, but those things weren't following the low directions of harder, slowly, like this, like that.
In the end the demanded changes were too much and he stopped trying to follow them, fingers moving hard and quick, breathing shaky as he topped himself off. Only when he started to come down did he realize that at some point he'd gotten his second hand between his legs too, and he uncurled his fingers from the small squeeze.
Apparently, it hadn't really helped him control himself any, but gods, the voice was right. He'd definitely liked it.
He just wished he knew how to return the favor. Though…
Something said he already had.