{U}nderstanding
“You know,” Zack says conversationally, unsurprised when Sephiroth doesn’t look up from sucking a new, darker bruise onto his hipbone, “it took me a long time to figure out why you refused to fuck me at first. You could have just said.”
Sephiroth barely looks up as he makes a noncommittal noise against Zack’s skin, but his mako-bright eyes flicker up to him briefly. Sliding one hand through the pale hair, almost colorless in the reflected lights of the nighttime city pouring in through the open window, Zack continues, “I never said anything, but …you didn’t do that to Cloud.”
There’s a flicker of annoyance as Sephiroth looks up, then he sighs softly. “I didn’t love him then.”
Zack shifts uncomfortably against the mattress, frowning until Sephiroth reassures him, “I do now. Then, I was merely fond of him.”
“I’m not sure you should be telling me this,” Zack says awkwardly.
Sephiroth doesn’t really shrug; there’s never wasted motion. “I have no-one else to tell.”
And he doesn’t, Zack realizes with a pang; Angeal and Genisis are gone. The memory of his own hurt is overwhelming sometimes, so he nods, and listens to the soft words scattered between the kisses.
Sephiroth barely looks up as he makes a noncommittal noise against Zack’s skin, but his mako-bright eyes flicker up to him briefly. Sliding one hand through the pale hair, almost colorless in the reflected lights of the nighttime city pouring in through the open window, Zack continues, “I never said anything, but …you didn’t do that to Cloud.”
There’s a flicker of annoyance as Sephiroth looks up, then he sighs softly. “I didn’t love him then.”
Zack shifts uncomfortably against the mattress, frowning until Sephiroth reassures him, “I do now. Then, I was merely fond of him.”
“I’m not sure you should be telling me this,” Zack says awkwardly.
Sephiroth doesn’t really shrug; there’s never wasted motion. “I have no-one else to tell.”
And he doesn’t, Zack realizes with a pang; Angeal and Genisis are gone. The memory of his own hurt is overwhelming sometimes, so he nods, and listens to the soft words scattered between the kisses.