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Fond Memories on a Cold Day	By : wickedorin Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Fond Memories on a Cold Day"
and the general overall concept of "Fond Memories on a Cold Day" are completely
copyright Orin Drake 2005. Everything else belongs to Square-Enix;
characters, towns, basic scenario, stuff like that. You know the
drill.

        Background:
Writing a serious Cloud Strife is so unnatural to me... not to mention
writing something intimate that doesn't involve violence or serious
mind-fuckery... but Advent Children inspired me. I just had
to write something... specifically for these three. And yes,
it fits perfectly into the Sins universe... because I say so.
(Yes, technically Cloud and Vincent don't remember anything after Holy,
the way I've written them... but that doesn't mean they had lives afterward,
okay? I'm sure at... some point I can... explain... this... or not.)

Fond Memories on a Cold Day

by Orin Drake

        The
crisp fall breeze roaming through Midgar brought about the necessity to
remove himself from the company of others--just for a little while.
Not that the others wouldn't understand, he didn't think... but his thoughts
were headed in directions that he never would care to discuss. His
past was one thing. Certain, specific sections of his past, however...

        Cloud
took a slow, deep breath as the air changed direction, sending a chill
over his back. Very few places in the world felt safe to him; fewer
still could he ever think of to be called "home". This, though...
this place...

        Though
the Buster Sword rested on the cliff beside him, he found it difficult
to gaze at. He knew every ridge by heart, every chink, every band
of rust that he'd let rest on its surface. Once, he'd put it on that
cliff to keep it safe, to keep him remembering.

        And
now? He'd given it back to the planet. It would rust completely,
over time. Long after he was dead, it would return to dust--and that
seemed a fitting tribute to everyone he'd known. Certainly the ones
he'd... loved...

        It
was a harder thing to admit, then. Not that he found it all that
easy even after so much time had passed, so many things had happened.
Back then, though, he'd been a naive teenager. Naive but... willing.
Deeply loving, but quick to deny. Or ignore.

        Their
spirits were at rest. At least, that was his most sincere hope.
Thoughts of the dark-haired SOLDIER and the general no longer seemed to
weigh him down... but there were still certain memories, certain thoughts,
that were close to painful.

        All
his, though. All fault fell to him for never really accepting.
Never really... being able to make it all right. Never to truly admit
that he'd loved so deeply. He'd loved them both.

        He
sat heavily, overlooking the barren landscape with eyes looking to the
past. Zack... had this smile... this grinning, confident, warm smile
that could melt the winter ice. The bastard was so... sure
of himself. He had an aura of certainty that came through in even
the worst of situations. Cloud remembered how welcome he felt in
the man's presence, how easily he'd fallen under the wing of the SOLDIER
and appreciated every moment. He'd finally come to realize, so many
years later, that Zack hadn't befriended him because he was weak.
Rather, it was just that--true friendship. It took far too long to
understand that he'd been liked, accepted as himself.
Appreciated. And, if he really stopped to think about it...

        And
then there was... him. His idol. Sephiroth, the man who had
at first been merely a hero to worship... turned out to be a friend of
Zack's. And Cloud, himself, was also a friend of Zack's...
Naturally, the two would meet... several times... At first, the man's
gaze quite frankly scared the young blonde out of his mind. But that...
that was not to last. Thanks to Zack's constant pressing, constant
one-sided conversation, the other two seemed to get more comfortable with
one another.

        And
then what had happened? Ah, right--he'd discovered the two of them
were... together. In a very obvious sort of way: walking in on them.
That didn't go the way it was supposed to. Cloud was startled, as
were the other two. Not startled enough to excuse himself immediately...
and they were not startled enough to stop the breathy moans, the deep thrusts.

        Even
so young, so inexperienced... Cloud wanted. But, more... Cloud needed.
He could remember, if he forced himself, every detail. The two bodies
in the dark, the moonlight making everything elegant and silver--trapped
in a dream. He'd been too stunned to know what was going on for several
seconds; then his body responded before his mind kicked into play.
He licked his lips unconsciously, heart racing as both pairs of glowing
eyes rested on his small, surprised form... and softened.

        He
was barely able to notice it, then. After his eyes had adjusted,
his brain once again working for long enough to allow him to see...
Those green, cat-like eyes closed just slightly--amusement and contentment
contained there--as soft, pale lips turned upward. Only enough.
Just enough to notice... enough to know it was real...

        The
SOLDIER beneath him was flashing that damned grin again... the one that
said "fuck me" and "love me" all at once... He opened his mouth to
say something, likely making another famous quip that often got him glares
amongst the rest of the establishment--but Sephiroth put a silence to that.

        Well,
not quite silence. Never in his life had Cloud heard a sound
like that. Deep and low and growling--pleasure, pain, desire and
wanton sex carving that sound into the youth's mind... bringing
a very particular portion of his body to full attention.

        No
words were necessary. The green Mako orbs continued to rest on the
boy even as his sculpted body drew back, lunging forward once more to bring
another lust-dripping cry from below. Almost a challenging stare...
almost welcoming...

        He
didn't know what to do. He was just too inexperienced to understand
all of the things rushing around his cluttered mind. "S-...sorry..."
he whispered, uncertain as to whether or not he'd actually spoken it.
He was just... afraid... it was too much... he didn't know how to... he
just... he didn't know...

        Sitting
on that cliff, feeling the cold air wrapping around him... he could have
kicked his younger self for that. Beaten the living daylights out
of himself for running away. If he'd stayed... if he'd stayed, it
would have been alright...

        That
wasn't the worst of it, though. He groaned to himself with the memories,
glad he was alone and far enough away from civilization not to be heard.
He'd had... so many more chances, after that. Never one so direct,
again, but... he'd had so much time with Zack. And still, even after
that incident, nothing had changed between the three of them.

        Maybe
that was it. Maybe he'd fooled himself into thinking that it was
all still okay. That nothing had changed. Nothing ever had
to change.

        But
he loved. Oh, gods, how he loved... It could easily
have been tossed off as teen-aged libido, except for one important concept:
he did more than think of that moment he'd been so lucky to catch.
He thought of... lives together. Lives outside of Shin-Ra's walls.
Yes, there were many nights in his bed that were spent remembering every
detail, and more that his imagination slowly willed to the surface... but
the morning after was always part of the fantasy.

        It
was so much more than lust. His heart ached with the knowledge that
he'd never had the courage to say so. He didn't... he didn't even
know until so much later... until Zack was cold in the ground (or
wherever those bastards put him, ultimately) and Sephiroth would soon be
dead.

        He'd
spent a long time afterward trying to forget. Trying to replace them.
Aeris, Tifa... even Vincent, to a point. None of them reached that
particular point of emotion... but it was love, to a degree. A friendship
sort of love; a battle-close brotherhood.

        Denial,
despite its intrigue and illusion of stability, did not work. The
more he denied, the more he longed... and the longing hurt. In the
same way that remembering how he was helpless to save Zack hurt.
Remembering how he'd had to kill Sephiroth not once... but twice... and
both times the anger had not come from the situation so much as at himself.
It never would have happened, if he'd only known... only admitted... if
he'd just stayed...

        "Hush."
Echoed in his mind, softly. Calmingly. Whose voice,
was lost on the next cold wind that swept his hair against his face...
not that it really mattered.

        Yes,
things in the past were... regrettable. But, in a way... those he
loved had never left. They were part of the Lifestream, after all.

        A
lot of good that did in the particular moment. A sigh escaped him
despite his attempt at stifling the sound; not that it mattered.
The wind grew cooler, causing his pose to change slowly into a much, much
younger one; he hugged his knees to keep the chill away... and maybe to
dream.

        He
closed his eyes, wishing... letting the more pleasant, imagined scenario
play in front of his mind... Maybe it was the season, the way the
sky was always overcast but glowing. It could have been the sound
of the wind droning softly, but... as he drifted back into the time when
he stumbled into the room where they'd been...

        He
lost himself to the fantasy. Utterly and completely. It had
never been that real before, than unpredictable--but that was the only
way it could have been, for them. He was back in that room
on the edge of sixteen, watching, surprised. Those familiar green
eyes were so real, this time...

        "Hey,
Spike." Came the breathy greeting from Zack. They were words
spoken a million times, but he never remembered them coming from such a
sexual place. It was so... real...

        In
his mind, at least he got the chance to be more than a scared teenager.
No apologies, no staring wide-eyed from one set of Mako eyes to the other.
He nodded acknowledgement toward them, letting a sureness fall over him
that only came from experience. There was no fear, this time... no
question, no denial. He shed his clothes swiftly, pants following
shirt, then briefs.

        Sephiroth's
shadow of a smirk became deeper, more predatory as the youth had the courage
to walk toward the bed completely nude. His deep, purring laugher
only made the steps that much faster. "Oh? You're interested,
Cloud?"

        "I'm
interested." He responded, stopping at the edge. Close enough
to touch both of them, but unsure of whether or not he was invited--until
Zack reached a hand out toward him, gentle smile overcoming his normally
cocky expression. There was no way Cloud wouldn't have taken that
hand.

        Sephiroth
lifted from the SOLDIER's body, moving over just enough for the young blonde
to crawl under the covers and next to his usual bunkmate. No shyness
in the boy's actions; he immediately sunk down next to Zack, waiting for
a sign of what to do.

        Cloud
was almost surprised to feel Zack's hands move immediately against his
shoulders, his chest, coaxing him softly on top. Already, this went
far beyond the fantasies he used to have; the calloused hands against his
skin feeling far too good to be mere imagination, the youth's eyes sliding
shut from the sensation...

        "Hm."
He heard Sephiroth's amused comment from behind him, too late.

        The
youth mewled, loudly, unable to control the sound torn from his throat.
He was resting just above Zack's already flushed body, erections brushed
together, with his idol pressed up against his back. The long, perfect
silver hair tickled his shoulders just before a sharp, devious bite marked
his neck with precision.

        "Careful,
Seph." The SOLDIER's voice was full of lust and humor. "You're
gonna kill him if you move too fast."

        But
what a way to go... Cloud wasn't entirely able to think just then.
He could only moan in agreement, writhing helplessly between them.

        "Today
is a good day to die." Sephiroth actually... joked. Zack always
brought out things in his personality that no one else ever had, ever could...
Like, perhaps, the feather-light touch of a single fingertip against the
boy's Adam�s apple, carefully tracing imagined lines, finding the racing
pulse. "Isn't it, Cloud?"

        "Yes..."
he hissed, feeling as if he were gasping from under cold water, trapped
under ice--his body was hot and his thoughts were drowning in... this...
His name, merely his name from those lips that he could feel ghosting
the back of his neck, the breath across the over-sensitive flesh making
him shiver. He would die like this... given the choice, it was exactly
the way he needed to die... His eyes flickered open when he felt
a palm cupping the side of his face, staring right into the warm Mako eyes
beneath.

        As
always, there was Zack's bright, pure grin. That expression that
made everyone with a soul feel genuinely good to be around. "Are
you really interested, Spike?" he was making sure, watching those
half-lidded eyes that met his gaze to be certain they weren't moving too
fast, doing too much, scaring him away...

        "Yes."
Cloud insisted, his eyes clearing just enough to be convincing. "I
want this... I want... everything..."

        The
grin below only widened, becoming even more welcoming, comforting.
"You heard him, Seph."

        The
youth got the distinct impression that there was a lot more exchanged between
the two than a short moment of powerful silence. No doubt they knew
each other well enough to communicate through their eyes alone--and that
meant they had plans for him. Plans he was ultimately certain that
he could never bring himself to mind.

        With
a sudden but gentle motion, Sephiroth's arms wrapped around the youth and
lifted him, allowing Zack to roll out from underneath and go searching
for a certain dropped tube on the floor. "I am going to take you,
Cloud." The deep, rumbling voice promised in low and spectacularly
sexual tones. "But I do believe Zack has the patience to prepare
you properly, first."

        The
blonde's head was spinning, world collapsing, realities colliding--he closed
his eyes and gasped, trying to regain his breath, his thoughts, his body;
quivering with anticipation, he could only let himself be held against
that sculpted chest, trying desperately to keep his own hands away from
his growing need and spoiling everything.

        Nearly
too quickly, Zack's body slid back onto the bed, positioning himself as
he had been before. Sephiroth lowered Cloud on top again--but not
all the way. "Turn and face me." He ordered, quietly.

        At
that point, Cloud would have done anything the voice asked. He followed
the order without thought, eager to please but much more eager to see those
eyes again. He held his breath as he bore witness to all that was
Sephiroth; it was more than he'd known before... and so much more than
he'd dreamed. His only memory had been seeing the man clothed, often
from great distances or trying to avoid his Mako gaze... or worse, when
he'd been... not himself. Insane. Controlled by Jenova.
Shirtless, perhaps, but not... not himself... The thought
clenched his heart painfully--

        Until
he realized just how captive he was in those eyes. Even as Cloud
looked upon that perfect body, the color of pearl in the moonlight, the
great and powerful being kneeling in front of him with the sheets laid
about but covering nothing... the slitted green eyes were taking in the
youth's body just as hungrily. It seemed so impossible... it felt
so... so...

        "Zack."
The general whispered; a word, a name, a command.

        Cloud
couldn't see the man's face... but he was sure that melting grin behind
him was becoming something altogether more devious. "Relax, Spike."
He heard, uttered with the kind of confidence that was meant to set him
at ease... but the breathy quality of the words and all they implied went
directly to his growing erection. He could have sworn that he heard
Sephiroth gasp quietly, as if he enjoyed seeing the youth's control slip...

        That
thought refused to surface completely as a cool, questing finger lightly
traced Cloud's entrance. The surprise of the touch caused him to
rock forward--but the desire made him slowly, carefully press back
against it. He heard Zack's appreciative chuckle as he let the blonde
take his finger all by himself, occasionally pressing or pulling back if
only to spread the lubrication. It seemed a short eternity before
a second finger carefully joined the first, making the youth moan with
the increase in pressure. It was soon becoming almost too much already...

        And
then a cool, impossibly soft hand rested so lightly on Cloud's shoulder.
He opened his eyes, catching the glowing green gaze that looked upon him
like a sacred object, a fragile and beloved thing. The hand retreated
so that only the fingertips remained, moving with the lightness of fine
silk. From his shoulder they traveled, painfully slowly, over to
his spine, slowly drawn up and through his hair. His eyes fluttered
closed, unable to fathom the sensations rushing through his body--not allowing
him the foresight of the light caress of his idol's tongue against his
bottom lip.

        Pleasant
shock fell over his mind with the second sweep of that remarkably gentle
tongue. He had the presence of mind to respond, then; his own tongue
tentatively reached out to welcome the other into his mouth. He used
his teeth lightly, to tease Sephiroth's lips as they pressed against his,
tongues pulsing together in a half-hearted battle.

        Only
when the hammer-fall of intense, sparkling experience in the form
of utmost pleasure hit Cloud's entire existence did he realize the two
things he'd previously been distracted from: 1.) Zack was finally at three
fingers, and 2.) the SOLDIER seemed to feel it appropriate to celebrate
fact #1 with a good, sharp press against the boy's prostate. Not
that Cloud wasn't grateful, of course, but the cry he emitted forced the
heightening kiss to end.

        Sephiroth,
however, didn't seem quite as disappointed. A beautiful smirk rested
on his features as he listened to the sounds Zack drew from the seemingly
innocent blonde... but not so innocent. Not so... "pure", perhaps...
and somehow that made it all the better. "Ready?" he purred, his
hands resting to either side of the boy's waist.

        He
didn't know, honestly. He'd lost track of what was being asked of
him, not to mention how empty he felt when the fingers made their retreat.
He knew he had to answer, though... he couldn't leave his idol without
an answer... "Yes. Gods, yes..."

        And
with that, all things were taken out of Cloud's hands. Sephiroth
lifted him slightly from the body beneath, allowing Zack just enough time
to lubricate and position himself. A silent look was exchanged over
the blonde as he was lowered--

        Experienced,
yes; though not in body. The youth gasped sharply as he realized
how much control had just been taken from him, his body resting absolutely
between the other two as they guided him. It was slow, easing every
inch of the way--but it was still painful. Sephiroth's grasp was
strong, though, never once letting him slip or pressing too hard, too fast.
He hissed between his teeth as he finally felt Zack's sharp hips against
his flesh, trying to remind his body to relax before they took away this
opportunity, insisted he was too young...

        No
such thing ever crossed their minds; especially not the general's, gazing
with great interest at Cloud's reactions. Oh but that boy was so
beautiful when he was panting, slightly frightened but trusting, aroused
beyond thought and helplessly slave to the whims of the other two...
It was perfect. So perfect that Sephiroth could no longer restrain
himself, his touches; his lips tickled a swift trail from the boy's throat,
down his chest and yet farther, thumbs teasing soft but hardening nipples
as he went.

        Zack
made a breathless curse as Cloud's body went amazingly tight around
him--the exact moment when Sephiroth's skilled lips closed around the youth's
already glistening erection and wringing an animalistic cry as an immediate
reward. He pulled away only to chuckle lowly, teasing, "The two of
you could attempt to keep it down."

        "No--ah!--we
couldn't!" the SOLDIER yelled back, trying his damnedest to find a rhythm
with the constantly clenching muscles distracting the entirety of his mind.
He'd only barely been able to realize the angles of his thrusts weren't
completely where they ought to be--the slight adjustment of his hips being
made particularly obvious when the boy again cried out as that mass of
pure sensation hit him.

        Oh,
it was good... it was very good with every thrust, but...
"Seph-..." Cloud's voice was floating, nearly nonexistent; he was asking,
rather than begging... he wanted... he needed, so badly... "Sephiroth..."

        The
wanton way the boy made his name sound tore at his composure. Instead
of making him wait with more teasing kisses, he dove back down and began
roll his tongue over the shaft, sucking, using his teeth more as a threatening
possibility than anything... and taking note of how much it appeared to
make the blonde all the more willing to be exactly where he was.
Sephiroth sucked hard when small hands were wound delicately into his hair
as if fearing they might break him.

        "I--I
can't..." Zack warned, gasping with the potency of the cries, the almost
painful constriction around him, the knowledge of what was happening on
the other side of the youth's beautiful body. "I'm gonna..."

        "Cum,
Zack." Cloud found himself able to make the request. How
was not important--only the explosion of heat inside and breath and pleasure-tinged
sound behind him mattered. He couldn't stop himself--he tried
to stop himself, but he just--

        The
only thing holding him up was his sheer will not to fall over the general
in a boneless heap. Not before the last of his seed had been swallowed,
had been lapped from his flesh, not before Sephiroth gave him permission...
He wanted to apologize, he wanted to say that he hadn't meant to go that
quickly, not before the general himself...

        "Rest
a moment, Cloud." His idol merely suggested, letting the boy slump
against him long enough to numbly pull himself away from Zack, making clumbsy
use of the other side of the bed. Anything to please him, anything
to show him...

        "...Whoa."
The SOLDIER croaked after a moment. It summed things up quite spectacularly.

        "Indeed."
Sephiroth whispered.

        Through
his heavily lidded eyes, Cloud was deeply honored to witness a strange,
beautiful, private moment between the two of them. Both of them seemed
to glow even more in the moonlight, Sephiroth shifting over to grant Zack
the touch of lips, the taste of-- The taste of him...
They stayed like that, close to one another, for a long moment. Reading
one another's eyes, reconnecting... At last, the general moved away,
taking what seemed to be his spot at the end of the bed, kneeling... watching...
waiting. He could be so patient, if he wanted to be...

        "Good
work, Spike." Zack finally rose on his elbows, breath relatively
even again. "Ya lasted a hell of a lot longer than I did my first
time."

        First
time..? Ah, right--he wasn't... well, not entirely... but...
Things had gotten confusing. This was more than a dream, more than
a fantasy--

        His
mind became utterly distracted when a cool touch stroked over his once-more
miraculously hardening organ. He was amazed at himself; at least,
until he realized it was one of Sephiroth's skilled hands working him,
playing across his senses like a finely tuned, well-known instrument.
He was responding faster than he thought himself capable of, and even though
he couldn't find it in himself to so much as lift his head, he was unspeakably
willing.

        "No
patience, huh?" Zack teased the man, his voice sleepy but his desire to
continue completely awake. He'd grown rather used to getting up and
going again; Sephiroth had quite the stamina but very little will to wait
for anything.

        "It
is not a skill I maintain." The man replied with upturned lips, his
eyes still focused only on the blonde beneath him and his task at hand.

        Despite
his body's overwhelming urge to remain still and sleep, Cloud could not
let such an opportunity pass him by. As Sephiroth's strokes teased
him back to life, he forced a hand to reach up and lightly graze the man's
chest. He received a pleasant shudder as his reward, deciding to
press his palm more firmly to the flesh concealing the general's heart,
splaying out his fingers. It was something that would only make sense
to him, to his own mind... but it was a move that seemed to make Sephiroth
pause; for a short moment, granted, but it was there.

        The
display seemed to affect the man in some way not outwardly apparent...
but felt, nonetheless. He leaned down and kissed the youth--no longer
with demanding hunger, but with a tender, slow, deliberate exploration.
Short-lived, perhaps... but right. Natural, in its way. Pulling
back, the man uttered in a silken tone, "Would you like to cum again, Zack?"

        The
question alone drove the SOLDIER right back to instant hardness.
"What kind of a question is that?"

        Sephiroth
took that as welcoming, to say the least. He gave another squeeze
to Cloud's also suddenly hard member and pondered the arrangement.
"Perhaps you'd let the boy..."

        Zack
nodded without the need for specifics to be uttered. "Might be nice
not to have to pretend I'm limping because of sword practice, tomorrow."
He joked, grasping for the tube of lubrication buried somewhere in the
sheets.

        Cloud
couldn't help but be extremely curious about that statement. And,
in fact, the general's unfinished question before... It was enough
to get him to struggle against his own body's exhaustion, sitting up and
looking from one set of scheming eyes to the next.

        "Nothin'
to worry about." The SOLDIER insisted. "I don't think I'm gonna
need prep for you. Uh, no offense." He waved his hands meaningfully
to show he hadn't meant that the kid was small or anything. He was
just a kid, after all. "I'm kinda used to this guy, 'sall."

        That
was perhaps when a moment of panic would have overcome the youth; the moment
when he realized not that he was going to get the chance to fuck Zack (that
was not a worrisome thing in the least), but that... Sephiroth would be...

        The
general almost seemed to smile at the wide blue eyes, curiosity turned
slightly toward uncertainty. "I'll be... careful." He promised,
using the word he felt seemed most appropriate to the situation.

        It
could have been the words... maybe the sincere delivery... but Cloud thought
it might be the man's eyes that set him most at ease. He took a moment
merely to gaze, to absorb... to realize how much he'd missed, back then...
how much he'd loved... He nodded his permission.

        They
moved. The three of them, together, moved. Zack showed no signs
of shyness (a trait that he'd always had) as he plopped down on all fours
in more or less the center of the bed. A youthful hand lightly brushing
up against his hip was a strange thing, but welcome; he'd never had someone
behave timidly with him before.

        That
much was not to last. Cloud had gained too much momentum over time--he
was quick to uncap the lubrication, spreading a decent amount over himself
and actually cockily handing it back over his shoulder. That low,
beautiful laughter behind him only drove him forward--assured hands reached
out, grasping Zack's hips as he carefully made the first, solid but delicate
contact.

        An
incoherent sound of pleasant surprise came from the SOLDIER's parted lips.
He hadn't expected such certainty in the boy's hold, nor his actions.
He didn't come on too strong, nor did he move too slowly to give decent
sensation. Had he thought Cloud was a virgin..? Maybe he ought
to rethink that...

        Sephiroth
waited. Watching closely. As patiently as he dared to be.
He took in every moment, every minute detail of their coupling... and when
the blonde was finally fully seated, he could wait no longer.

        Cloud
nearly jumped when the general rushed forward, pressing his full body against
him. No more teasing touches, no more offering a taste beforehand--it
was all happening now.

        "Just
breathe, Cloud." Was all Sephiroth had to offer before pressing himself
against the boy's already stretched entrance. There was one, tiny,
shallow thrust... then two. Barely breaking surface, barely entering...
On the third, the head had gained entry, stretching, working its way deeper...

        Zack
felt the boy's tension in his grip. He shifted his stance a little,
then made the conscious effort to tighten specific muscles to gain Cloud's
attention.

        It
certainly worked--not that another sharp bite from Sephiroth didn't help
matters. The pleasure and the pain, between the two of them... it
was what he'd longed for. Even when he felt like he'd be ripped open,
he wanted it. Needed it.

        The
general kept his promise, however. When the tension around him became
too much, he found it in himself to pause--and he, as a rule, did not
pause. It took little more than purred coaxing or some moaned expletive
from below to get Cloud to relax enough for more movement, and only minutes
later the three of them were fully, completely, bound together.

        The
only sounds for a long time were blood rushing in his ears... and the gasping.
Cloud's gasping, mostly... but he was pleasantly surprised to hear the
other two, as well. They were waiting for him... and he was undoubtedly
going to be trusted to set the pace.

        A
very tentative motion, at first. Pulled back a little, then pressed
forward. Zack's legs spread further apart to make it easier... and
Sephiroth helped to press onward with a mild buck of his own.

        It
hurt. It still hurt quite a lot... but it was already getting better.
Just the thought of being there, as he was, kept Cloud's pain threshold
rather high; that and the thought that, if he kept moving, soon that glorious
spot Zack had so kindly pointed him toward earlier would certainly be made
use of again. Slow, deep breaths at first... he pulled back farther,
feeling Sephiroth give him room, feeling himself slip slightly from Zack...
and then it was deeper, that time. Then another, a bit faster.
And another.

        The
pain was starting to matter far, far less. Once he'd finally started,
once he'd gained the confidence to set their rhythm, Cloud's body had relaxed
yet further. When the general noticed that little fact and adjusted
himself accordingly, the boy found himself just that much more eager to
continue.

        He
lost himself in the moment. There were moans, whispers, lustful cries
and mewling that he did not recognize as his own. But more, better,
was the heat moving through him. It was more than mere body heat,
more than the biological simplicity of sexual action. It was like...
the Lifestream itself moving through them as one. Power, light, passion,
heat, energy...

        Cloud
had to remind himself with every thrust, every breath, to keep his eyes
open. To keep the way the room looked, bathed in that moonlight,
in his memory. What they felt like... smelled like... moved like...sounded
like...

        He
was surprised when Sephiroth's lips quested after his own. Yes, they'd
kissed before, but... to be kissed again was no less thrilling. No
less endearing. It gave him courage, when the general finally had
to readjust due to shifts in bodies and the mattress, to let himself quest
after Zack's, in turn. He was rewarded equally, then, finally getting
his chance to kiss the SOLDIER he'd wondered about on so many nights.
Both of them... oh, gods, both of them...

        The
bed had begun creaking. The bed that was rather infamous for never
creaking despite the activities upon it, began creaking. The metal
legs beneath had begun to give way with the power of the increasing thrusts.
Passionate, grinding, charged with emotion--when the frame collapsed and
dropped them several inches lower to the ground, no one stopped.
No one paused.

        It
could have lasted forever, and still it never would have been long enough.
Sephiroth may have had astounding stamina, but even he couldn't keep it
up forever. He wanted to give in, wanted to... lay claim...

        Zack
had long ago reached around to stroke himself, the warming in his gut starting
to overcome all else. All he had to do was stop and think of exactly
what was happening, and he'd give...

        Cloud
wanted... and he needed... and, finally... he had... "I love
you..." he gasped through the blinding white. "Zack... Sephiroth...
I love you... I've always loved you..."

        When
the most spectacular orgasm of his life finally faded, Cloud was rather
forced to admit that the cold of the plains around Midgar was actually
where he was... and would likely remain for some time after, going over
his run-away imagination's events.

        That
was the way it was supposed to have been. He had no doubts about
that. That was the way... he'd wanted it...

        And
needed it... he sighed. He forced himself to glance over at the
Buster Sword, still beside him, still bordering between proud and beaten
as it rested in the ground. And yet... if he really focused on it...
if he really took a moment to look at it... he swore he could see
tendril of that... that green, glowing sparkle of the Lifestream...

        Maybe
that was the moment when the scope of things really hit him, when it all
came crashing around him. The guilt... the guilt was banished, as
it should always be. All the things he'd seen, everything he knew,
everything he'd been through... he should have known better. He always
should have known better.

        The
Lifestream is in all things. All things, again, become part of the
Lifestream... and the Lifestream knows. Thoughts, memories, experiences...
it knows. It carries those things back to itself... to the souls
within it... all knowledge shared...

        They
knew. They had to know. How he felt, what he wanted...
what he needed. The times when he needed them, really needed
them... he'd felt them, there. Their power, their presence... even
in the darkest of times. He'd lived for their sakes... protected
in their names. Not once did he ever feel he betrayed them.
He made it a point never to do so.

        "I
do love you..." he whispered, only to himself... but he knew he
saw a reflection in that scratched-up bade. Two, to be precise...
two sets of smiling, Mako eyes gazing back...


What the hell is wrong with me? Was that a happy ending?
Well, guess it depends on how you read it, really... Knowing me,
it's probably some horrible nightmarish creature that'll now tear Cloud
apart, but... okay, well, I guess it's not.

        Is
this officially the longest sex scene I've ever written or what?
Sheesh. I never thought I'd write a three-way with Seph, Zack
and Cloud... but then that damn Advent Children had to come along
and steal several days of my life... and counting... Maybe it's just
that... they deserve some happiness... y'know..?
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