Trust and Follow (FFVII, Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack, NC-17)
Title: Trust and Follow
Author/Artist: raisedbymoogles
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language and explicit sex
Word Count: 921
Summary: Zack trusts his boys, even when it's hard. (Pun intended.)
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack: abuse of rank - if you want to be a SOLDIER, you've got to follow orders.
Author's Note: It seems to be First-Person Narrative Day in Moogle Village. XD
Being a Soldier is all about trust. You trust your buddies to watch your back, you trust the cadets to follow orders and you trust your commander to not send you into a nest of Vlakorados. 'Course, it goes both ways: the cadets trust us enough to follow our orders, the commander trusts us enough to give them, and if you can't trust the guy behind you in the middle of a fight, well, you're one lonely Soldier out there. To lead - to follow - to support and to battle side by side: it all comes down to trust.
So when Seph looks in my eyes and says he's going to take my advice for once, I trust him. And when Cloud lifts his head with that fierce little blush and says he'll do whatever Seph asks, I trust him too.
And then Seph shoves me into his quarters and Cloud locks the door after us, and I'm thinking maybe they planned this out between them beforehand, the sneaky bastards, and even though I'm proud of them my heart's pounding as Seph pushes me down on the couch.
"Stay," he says, and it's an order, so I stay. Then he looks at Cloud and purrs "Come here," and it's an invitation, so full of rich promise that I'm blushing right along with Cloud. The kid's gotten a lot better about his shyness, though, so he comes over - wait, holy shit, slinks over, putting some hip into his walk like he finally figured out how sexy he is, and hello, suddenly my pants are too tight. I shift and Seph growls at me, curling a fist in my shirt.
"Boss," I plead.
"I told you to stay." Seph holds out an arm to Cloud and pulls him close, and they kiss like time's stopped and they're the only ones left in the world. Watching them, how Cloud makes those pleased noises and tilts his head back under Seph's possessive purr... well, if there was any lingering doubt that I'd be okay sharing them with each other, that doubt is now dead and unmourned. They are so godsdamned beautiful together, so sweet and so right that it hurts. How Seph fits his hand at the small of Cloud's back, and Cloud twines his arms around Seph's neck...
Now I'm worried that there's not enough room in between them for me. I squirm again despite Seph's orders and my General breaks off the kiss to glare eloquently at me. "General?" Cloud asks, small and worried, like he thinks maybe Seph changed his mind.
"Lieutenant Fair can't seem to follow orders tonight," Seph purrs, and his voice is extraordinary, going right to my bones.
Cloud relaxes. "Permission to show him how it's done, General sir?"
"Hmm... yes."
Seph leans back, lets Cloud go (I'll never know how), and the blond moves over me, his eyes dark and liquid and his lips tender from Seph's kisses. "Ours tonight, Zack," he whispers hoarsely, sliding a hand around behind my head to grip at my hair.
"Always yours, sirs," I croon back, and Cloud falters and flushes, then growls impatiently and tugs my head back. I let him, purring as he licks and nips at my jawline, hot-sharp-sweet.
Behind Cloud I can hear a shift and a creak of leather, but I can't see what Seph's up to. I can guess, though, especially when I hear Seph's voice go in a near-subsonic hum. I can picture him so well: his lean body in a relaxed sprawl, eyes half-closed, his fingers curled around his sex and stroking idly. The image is so vivid that when Cloud unzips my pants I almost lose it right there.
"Not yet," Cloud pants, and I whimper pleadingly. But I can hold on - can bite my lip and count backwards from a hundred as Cloud carefully peels my pants down to my ankles. The chill air against my heated skin helps to steady me a little, and I grip the cushion underneath me in preparation as Cloud slips down to kneel beside the couch so Seph can see us both.
And I can see him now, and have to bite my lip again. Seph's beauty is a shock, always so much better than any mental picture I could conjure up. He's watching us both with possessive fondness, the green glow of his eyes giving his skin an unearthly quality. His fingers barely move against his cock, but there is a tenseness like a drawn bow there, as if he's just waiting for the right moment to release.
"With your permission," Cloud murmurs, one hand stroking Seph's thigh.
Seph nods. "Go."
Cloud is on me then, the heat of his mouth almost unbearable, and I thrust up with a helpless cry. It only takes a few seconds before I've spent myself, but it feels like ages before my sight and hearing and equilibrium return and I can muster up enough energy to prop myself up on one elbow. "Wow," I huff. "That was... um."
Words leave me then, because Cloud is straddling Seph's lap, their fingers twined together around Seph's manhood, and they're both looking at me like they'd like to swallow me whole.
Never let it be said I'm not quick on the uptake. "Please, sirs," I purr, slinking over to nuzzle at their entwined fingers, "let me return the favor."
Seph purrs and Cloud runs his hand roughly through my hair, and I know this time I've got it right.
Author/Artist: raisedbymoogles
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language and explicit sex
Word Count: 921
Summary: Zack trusts his boys, even when it's hard. (Pun intended.)
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack: abuse of rank - if you want to be a SOLDIER, you've got to follow orders.
Author's Note: It seems to be First-Person Narrative Day in Moogle Village. XD
Being a Soldier is all about trust. You trust your buddies to watch your back, you trust the cadets to follow orders and you trust your commander to not send you into a nest of Vlakorados. 'Course, it goes both ways: the cadets trust us enough to follow our orders, the commander trusts us enough to give them, and if you can't trust the guy behind you in the middle of a fight, well, you're one lonely Soldier out there. To lead - to follow - to support and to battle side by side: it all comes down to trust.
So when Seph looks in my eyes and says he's going to take my advice for once, I trust him. And when Cloud lifts his head with that fierce little blush and says he'll do whatever Seph asks, I trust him too.
And then Seph shoves me into his quarters and Cloud locks the door after us, and I'm thinking maybe they planned this out between them beforehand, the sneaky bastards, and even though I'm proud of them my heart's pounding as Seph pushes me down on the couch.
"Stay," he says, and it's an order, so I stay. Then he looks at Cloud and purrs "Come here," and it's an invitation, so full of rich promise that I'm blushing right along with Cloud. The kid's gotten a lot better about his shyness, though, so he comes over - wait, holy shit, slinks over, putting some hip into his walk like he finally figured out how sexy he is, and hello, suddenly my pants are too tight. I shift and Seph growls at me, curling a fist in my shirt.
"Boss," I plead.
"I told you to stay." Seph holds out an arm to Cloud and pulls him close, and they kiss like time's stopped and they're the only ones left in the world. Watching them, how Cloud makes those pleased noises and tilts his head back under Seph's possessive purr... well, if there was any lingering doubt that I'd be okay sharing them with each other, that doubt is now dead and unmourned. They are so godsdamned beautiful together, so sweet and so right that it hurts. How Seph fits his hand at the small of Cloud's back, and Cloud twines his arms around Seph's neck...
Now I'm worried that there's not enough room in between them for me. I squirm again despite Seph's orders and my General breaks off the kiss to glare eloquently at me. "General?" Cloud asks, small and worried, like he thinks maybe Seph changed his mind.
"Lieutenant Fair can't seem to follow orders tonight," Seph purrs, and his voice is extraordinary, going right to my bones.
Cloud relaxes. "Permission to show him how it's done, General sir?"
"Hmm... yes."
Seph leans back, lets Cloud go (I'll never know how), and the blond moves over me, his eyes dark and liquid and his lips tender from Seph's kisses. "Ours tonight, Zack," he whispers hoarsely, sliding a hand around behind my head to grip at my hair.
"Always yours, sirs," I croon back, and Cloud falters and flushes, then growls impatiently and tugs my head back. I let him, purring as he licks and nips at my jawline, hot-sharp-sweet.
Behind Cloud I can hear a shift and a creak of leather, but I can't see what Seph's up to. I can guess, though, especially when I hear Seph's voice go in a near-subsonic hum. I can picture him so well: his lean body in a relaxed sprawl, eyes half-closed, his fingers curled around his sex and stroking idly. The image is so vivid that when Cloud unzips my pants I almost lose it right there.
"Not yet," Cloud pants, and I whimper pleadingly. But I can hold on - can bite my lip and count backwards from a hundred as Cloud carefully peels my pants down to my ankles. The chill air against my heated skin helps to steady me a little, and I grip the cushion underneath me in preparation as Cloud slips down to kneel beside the couch so Seph can see us both.
And I can see him now, and have to bite my lip again. Seph's beauty is a shock, always so much better than any mental picture I could conjure up. He's watching us both with possessive fondness, the green glow of his eyes giving his skin an unearthly quality. His fingers barely move against his cock, but there is a tenseness like a drawn bow there, as if he's just waiting for the right moment to release.
"With your permission," Cloud murmurs, one hand stroking Seph's thigh.
Seph nods. "Go."
Cloud is on me then, the heat of his mouth almost unbearable, and I thrust up with a helpless cry. It only takes a few seconds before I've spent myself, but it feels like ages before my sight and hearing and equilibrium return and I can muster up enough energy to prop myself up on one elbow. "Wow," I huff. "That was... um."
Words leave me then, because Cloud is straddling Seph's lap, their fingers twined together around Seph's manhood, and they're both looking at me like they'd like to swallow me whole.
Never let it be said I'm not quick on the uptake. "Please, sirs," I purr, slinking over to nuzzle at their entwined fingers, "let me return the favor."
Seph purrs and Cloud runs his hand roughly through my hair, and I know this time I've got it right.