Seven Week Itch (Closed: Sephiroth and Zack) NSFW

[herlivinglegacy]

 So very much had happened it served to set Sephiroth right on edge.

It set him in the centre of a child's see-saw and he felt himself dipping between long ingrained instincts to kill and assimilate to spread and grow (had he still been in Wutai he would have made his way to the nearest POW camp and fucked his way through all of the women), and to

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[soldierfair]

Zack had a keen sense of 'something is wrong' and that usually meant that 'something is wrong and Sephiroth is in the middle of it.' It was instinct and also probably the law of the universe.

He didn't have super-special psychic powers or anything, but he did have an uncanny knack for being able to find either Tall, Sexy and Crazy, Tall, Dark, and Tormented, or Tall-sh, Blond, and Adorably Tormented But Also Probably A Little Crazy people. They invariably ended up being the people he cared about the most

[herlivinglegacy]

Seeing Zack peak around the corner for that moment his lips curved into a small little victorious smile. Now he'd found him, where to go? Somewhere they wouldn't be disturbed. Somewhere he could do whatever the hell he liked to Zack and--and---

In passing he flung a hand out fisted a hand in Zack's harness, him along. A breif look from the corner of his eye was as much of an acknowledgement he got, his eyes glowing. Slytherin. That was where he was heading.

His room, his bead. His sturdy bed and spare materia and where he felt like he could let Zack do what he thought he was going to let him do. Or force him to do, rather.

[soldierfair]

"Hey the-Wah!" Zack got his greeting nipped firmly in the bud as Sephiroth dragged him along. Well, not that he was going to complain (much) but apparently whatever prompted storming through Hogwarts like a less on-fire Nibelheim also meant it was 'haul Zack around with no explanation' day.

Except... except for that look in Sephiroth's eyes. Oh man.

Zack was starting to learn what that look meant. And he liked it.

He stopped tripping over his own feet and matched pace with Sephiroth, giving a look of his own. It was the 'I bet I know what mischief you're planning and damn am I looking forward to that kind of fun' look. How little he knew what he was getting himself into.

[herlivinglegacy]

The portrait outfight screeched this time as it saw him coming, and flung open before he could lay a hand on it. Dragging Zack through, he made his way to his bedroom and opened the door threw Zack in, and then slammed it closed. He remained facing the door, pulling at the tips of his gloves with his teeth to loosen them, then sliding them off, one by one. "We went to Makai," he said, turning and throwing his gloves on a dresser that had made itself home by Sephiroth's wardrobe.

He slid of his jacket, set it on a wooden chair by the bed. "It's another world, where one of the other students are from. A world full of demons. There were so many, and they were so strong. It was like fighting another SOLDIER, but a monster at the same time--" He turned and looked at Zack, expression turned confused for a moment. "Why are you still dressed?" he demanded.