Resurrection

Author’s note: It’s been a year since I last updated this creature. I am deeply sorry for the delay and I hope this chapter makes up for it. *weary grin* I got into college so that’s eating up my time. I don’t like this chapter but I need it for what happens later. I lost someone I dearly loved on September 1st. He shall never be forgotten.

Warnings: NC-17, M/M, M/F, slight Tiff-bashing and mention of the Occult.

Comments: Are greatly appreciated!

Flames: Will not be put up with. I will fucking fry your asses!
Speaking of flames, the response to MaddiChan's is at the end of the story.

Dedicated to those who still continue to read my stories and this monster especially, Thank you.

Resurrection Ch.13

"I’m going to resign."

The clatter of dishes on the kitchen table, one plate still held in the hand of a very shocked brunette. "Are you serious?"

Sephiroth turned away from the over, turning off the stove as he did so. "Yes." He said, walking past the brunette and into the living room. Wordlessly, Zack fallowed abandoning the plate to the table with the others.

"Are you gonna wait? I mean, how soon are you planning on doing this?” Zack asked, sitting on the couch next to the other man.

Sephiroth grabbed the file folder off of the small coffee table and handed it to Zack. “Tomorrow morning.”

Tentatively, Zack opened the folder and blinked at all the documents held within. “Do you think Shinra will let you?”

“What are they gonna do? Kill me?”

Zack shrugged his shoulders and flipped through the papers, glancing at the man from the corner of his eyes. “What about Cloud?”

“I’m taking him with me.”

The brunette froze and gaped at the man. “You do realise it’s been his dream to be in SOLDIER, don’t you?”

Green eyes narrowed on the brunette. “Don’t you think I know that?” Sephiroth hissed, ripping the files away from Zack. “Do you honestly think Cloud will make it into SOLDER, Zack?”

“…No.”

Sephiroth nodded and threw the papers onto the table, moving to stand up. “Look,” Zack started, his mind frantically working and trying to figure out a way to keep the three together for a little while longer. “SOLDIER try outs are in a month and we gotta visit Cloud’s home town in two weeks anyway so why not wait until he’s failed the exam THEN resign and flee the city? It’s only a month, what could possibly happen between now and then?”

Sephiroth sighed, sitting back on the couch next to the brunette. “All right, one month Zack but no more.”

Zack grinned and winked, mako blue eyes twinkling. “Alright! Lets eat, eh?”

~~

“Would you like something to eat, honey?”

Zack stirred at the sound of Tifa’s voice and opened his eyes, squinting at the brightness of the bedroom. He shook his head and realized that she wasn’t talking to him but instead to the little girl that lay curled against Vincent’s unconscious form. Hannah first glanced at Tifa then turned to look at him, almost as if expecting him to answer for her then silently turned back to Vincent and closed her eyes, snuggling closer to the man’s arms. Silence in the room and Zack watched as Vincent, even unconscious, shifted closer to the little girl as if attempting to protect her when he himself was so horribly wounded.

“Where did you find her?” Tifa asked while pulling a blanket on top of Hannah, pushing away the curls that seemed to enjoy their persistent place on the child’s face.

Zack frowned and tried to remember where he HAD indeed found her. Hadn’t it been only yesterday that he had gone to Reno’s apartment with Sephiroth and found Cloud hiding there? Hadn’t he then left at the sound of a gunshot and with Sephiroths permission, run down the twelve flights of stairs only to discover Vincent fending off a pack of madmen? He wasn’t sure. His body ached and his stomach felt as though razor hot pokers were stuffed inside, clawing at his inner walls and making him swallow the bile that wanted to come up.

“Zack?”

Tearing his gaze away from the bed, Zack swallowed and felt his mind go into an almost trance like state as Tifa cautiously approached him; her fists clenched and ready to fight if need be. “I-I’m okay.” Zack whispered and frowned as he listened to his voice. It sounded rough and almost feral…

Kneeling before the soldier, Tifa raised one hand and pressed it against the brunette’s forehead, pulling her hand away as she felt the heat coming off of him.

“You’re beautiful,”

Tifa jumped at the heated whispered and jerked her hand away from where Zack held onto it, shivering as she stared into heated mako blue eyes. “Z-Zack…?” The smile he gave made her breath hitch and her pulse start to race. She closed her eyes, whimpering as he leaned in and nuzzled against her cheek, his burning flesh making her nipples stand out against her shirt as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her neck.

“Z’ack?” A little voice whispered and Tifa tore herself away from Zack, turning to stare at the little girl who was pinching her nose with a disgusted look on her face.

“Hannah?” Tifa breathed, eyes drifting shut as Zack gently bit on the pulse point of her neck before blowing on the bite mark. A low growl made her open her eyes and she gasped as Vincent struggled to sit up, eyes nearly black as he stared point blank at Zack. Pushing Zack away from her, she stood on wobbly legs and attempted to call Hannah away from Vincent. “Honey, come here.”

Instead Hannah shook her head and narrowed her eyes at Zack, bringing up her t-shirt to cover her nose. “He smells ‘unny.” A hand came down on her shoulder and Hannah looked up, meeting Vincent’s eyes and blinked as he gently pushed her away from him.

“Go with Tifa, Hannah.” Vincent whispered, snapping his eyes back up to Zack who stared at him with a now feverish glow.

Without saying anything, Hannah climbed off of the bed and approached Zack and Tifa, keeping her eyes trained on Zack. She grabbed hold of Tifa’s clammy hand and followed as Tifa slowly backed out of the room, her gaze flickering between both men before closing and locking the door from the outside. Both men listened as woman and child walked down the hallway and down the stairs.

Vincent leaned back in bed, sizing up the soldier before him with a careful eye. “How do you feel?” He asked, noticing the way Zack seemed to shiver at his words.

Zack’s eyes closed as he listened to Vincent’s voice. “Hot,” Zack croaked out, tongue feeling swollen in his mouth. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“Anything else?” Vincent murmured his hand and claw closing into fists. Chaos was shifting around in his soul. The demon had been disturbed since awakening to finding Hannah watch Zack licking Tifa’s throat. Vincent instantly clamped down on the monster, his eyes shifting between their normal blood red to demonic black.

“Needy,” Zack moaned, falling back in the chair, blue eyes drifting shut. He held tight to one arm of the couch, running his other hand through his hair, slowly down his own feverish skin until he came to his throat and dragged his blunt nails down the sensitive skin.

Pure black seemed to conquer ruby red and the next words that spilled from Vincent’s mouth came out as velvet steel. “Come here.”

Zack’s eyes slowly opened and Chaos purred in the back of Vincent’s mind, watching as the once soldier stood and took the few steps towards the bed, sliding himself onto it and crawled onto Vincent’s lap, resting his knees on either side of the man’s narrow hips, letting his arms fall limp by his sides, waiting for his next order.

Vincent raised his human hand and cupped Zack’s cheek, hissing at the heat he felt radiating off of the man and leaned forward, carefully brushing his lips against Zack’s, judging the brunette’s response. A breathy moan was Vincent’s reward and he pulled his head away, watching Zack’s eyes flutter closed. He kissed him again; this time pressing his lips against Zack’s more forcefully, demanding to be allowed into the other man’s mouth. A groan came from Zack and he parted his lips, whimpering as Vincent fucked his mouth with his tongue, suckling on his tongue until he tore his head away, gasping for air. His head swimming as he stared at the older man, his mind suddenly coming back together.

“W-What’s going on?” Zack moaned; his head falling back as Vincent leaned forward to attack his neck, biting down hard enough to make his toes curl and spine arch. A growl was his only response and Zack gave up trying to think. Instead he arched into the older man’s grip as he felt a hand slid underneath his shirt to stroke his stomach while cold metal wrapped around his waist and held him tight.

The haze that had overcame Zack hit him full force again and he mewled, squirming on Vincent’s lap as his shirt was dragged up and over his head, forcing his arms back, holding them prisoner. He let out a grunt as he was suddenly rolled onto his back, arms struggling in his shirt and even in this heat he was in, realized that cold metal claws were stoking his side in an almost loving manner. Almost, meaning mocking. Zack threw his head back as the claws pressed just a little too hard and drew blood only to be licked clean. This continued all the way down his ribs until Vincent reached his pants and by that time, Zack was moaning and his pants were becoming quite painful against his length.

Another growl and Zack stilled, heart racing madly as a human hand pulled off his boots then begun to work on his pants. More and more growls were reaching his ears and Zack hissed as his pants were finally pulled down to his thighs, freeing his cock from the confines of his way too tight pants. Zack lifted his head, head dizzy with pleasure and yelped as he was instantly flipped over, leaving him on his stomach, bare, exposed and vulnerable to the world. That exposure became worse as a metallic claw reappeared, wrapped around his waist and lifted him so that his knee’s, as wobbly as they were, and shoulders took the brunt force of his weight.

Zack lifted his head and tried to look over his shoulder, frowning as he couldn’t see Vincent and gasped as he felt a hot tongue slick his entrance. Torn between crawling away and bucking back onto that delicious muscle, Zack settled for rocking and moaning into the bed, eyes squeezing shut as a human hand moved down and played with his cock, milking him until he dripped pre-cum onto eager fingers and let out a pitying whimper as they were pulled away. If Zack had any reasoning left, he would understand where the fingers had went to, but he was too far gone to care and when he felt the tongue leave his opening. He opened blurry eyes and opened his mouth to beg but the words were cut off as Vincent filled him with one thrust. Zack let out a shriek, trying to buck his hips away from Vincent even as the man held onto his hip, nails digging into bone as Vincent hissed at Zack’s tightness.

“Relax,” Vincent groaned, bending down to rest his forehead on Zack’s sweaty back and in the process cover the younger man’s body with his own. Inwardly Vincent could feel Chaos trying to break through all the layers of protection he had to take control and fuck Zack for all the demon was worth. Which, when Vincent felt Zack slowly relax around him, didn’t sound like a bad idea. With that last thought, he thrust himself into Zack again and let go, pounding the flesh before him for all he was worth. Panting from both men filled the air and neither noticed the thunderstorm that was taking place outside, too involved with the tightness, thickness of the other.

It was becoming too much, far to much for Zack and he struggled to open himself wide, whimpering as his eyes burned with tears and his legs shake from the constant pounding. That throbbing in his belly was a thousand times worse now and only increased as he felt Vincent wrap his human hand around his neglected cock and stroke it. His insides burned and it hurt to be stroked but he bucked regardless into the astoundingly cool grip, rubbing his face against the pillow and screamed as he hit his limit.

Vincent howled with him, throwing his head back and let out a howl that would make any demon proud as he too came, hips frantically fucking Zack’s ass not slowing until the man in question fell against the bed, too exhausted to go on. Vincent fell on top of the soldier, both panting for air as their bodies tingled and bodies still hummed with release. With his last bit of energy, Vincent rolled off of Zack and flopped beside him, joining the other in sleep.

~~~

Aeris swallowed hard and stepped out of the room, walking down the hallway until she made sure she was alone and collapsed against the wall, her body trembling. She hadn’t meant to pry, she hadn’t meant to see all she was going to just check on them to make sure Vincent and Zack were alright and that little Hannah was cared for. Shaking, she slid to the ground and shivered, her skin burning as her hands rubbed her thighs. She shouldn’t have seen that, she shouldn’t have stayed and watch but she was so curious and- She very nearly jumped as cool hands cupped her breasts, but instead only gasped and let her head fall back against the wide shoulder, tilting her head so that the lips that sought out hers would be able too.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Aeris whimpered, moaning as the buttons to her dress were undone with long nimble fingers.

“Neither should you,” Tseng chuckled and pulled her dress open, his hands cupping her naked breasts, squeezing and rolling the tips of her nipples.

Aeris let out a shaky laugh and moaned as one hand abandoned a breast and moved down to stroke her quivering stomach, teasing the nerves there. “We-we should leave.” She murmured; spreading her legs and arching her back as the hand that had been teasing her stomach moved down to rub her clit.

“Later,” Tseng whispered and kissed her neck but paused and lifted his head, staring down the hallway. “Now might be a good time actually,” he said and holding on tight to the moaning girl, they both left just as Tifa turned down the hall and frowned at where they had both been sitting.

“Weird,” Tifa muttered and shook her head. Things were getting way to weird she thought as she left the hallway and went back down to the TV room where Hannah was watching Chocobo Billy. First she finds Zack, Vincent and little Hannah. They get back here and patch Vincent up, then Zack starts acting all weird, which was actually nice, her mind whispered but she pushed that thought away and went back to thinking as she settled beside the little girl. Then Vincent starts acting weird and the two end up fighting. Tifa did SO not want to clean up that mess. But the curious part was that moaning coming from the upper hallway. ‘All part of the planet’s will,’ she surmised and gave up, her mind starting to pound with everything and she groaned, praying that maybe the world would settle down and maybe, just maybe, she could find herself a boyfriend.

~~~

Nanaki lifted his head and sniffed the air, feeling his hackles rise in irritation. Something was wrong, something with the planet, something so inhuman, and something so cruel and demonic. Quickly standing up, he headed towards Reeves bedroom and scratched at the door before poking his head in and smiled at the scene on the bed, quickly forgetting the reason for his visit. Reeve was covered with papers from head to toe; one paper was glued to the side of his face so that when he breathed, the paper fluttered. Watching the man sleep made Nanaki’s heart warm and he purred, creeping into the room and leapt onto the bed with all the ease of cat curling up for the night.

“Reeve,” He whispered, nudging the man, hoping he would wake up. When all he got was a snore, he tried again. And again, and again, until finally coming to the conclusion of needing something more to wake Reeve up. Leaning in close to the humans face, Nanaki watched as Reeve’s eyes flickered in his sleep. It was then that he inhaled deep and roared at the top of his lungs. It was also at that instant that Reeve defied gravity and threw himself out of bed to land on the ground four feet away from said bed.

~~~

“That night something odd happened in Midgar. Not the usual robbing, attacks or crime. No. Instead it seemed that all manner of creature was taking shelter where ever one could find it and hunkered down for whatever may happen. For that one single night in Midgar, not a creature stirred, not a Turk, not a Soldier, not a Honey Bee girl. Not one dared to take the darkness of the night on tonight. With baited breath, the world waited for the second coming, waited to see if indeed the prophecy would indeed occur and-”

“Prophecy?” Reno slurred, picking up Elena’s mud shake and glared at the mixture. “Fuckin’ waste of vodka if ya ask me,” he growled and pouted as it was ripped from his hand.

“Nobody asked you Reno,” Elena said, sipping her drink and placed it on table, returning to the file folder she held. “This scientist, whoever she was, sure was into the occult.”

“O-o-o-cult?” Reno hiccupped, resting his head against the table and ignored the fact that he had chosen to rest his head in a small bowl of guacamole.

“The One Winged Angel.” Rude said and Elena blinked at the somber man. Rude had barely touched his drink all night and the vast majority of the drinking had been done by Reno.

“What does Sephiroth have to do with this?” Elena asked, propping her elbow onto the table and resting her chin in her hand.

“Fuckin’ fairy boy,” Reno moaned, bringing his arms up to cover his face from the dim light of the bar. “Stole my Cloudy.” He whimpered, banging his head against the table in agony.

“Think about it. One winged angel, SOLDIER, Chaos, Zack and Cloud.”

Rude barely had time to duck his head as Reno threw the shot glass directly at him. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE SPEAK THAT NAME!” Reno screamed.

Elena stared; Rude shifted back in his previous spot and picked up his own drink, knocking back the hard liquor without a single flinch. “How old are those reports?”

Sighing, Elena shifted away from the now sobbing Reno and flipped through the pages, trying to find a date of some sort. “It doesn’t give any dates. It’s mostly about demons, angels and the chosen.”

“Demons, Angels and Chosen, oh my!” Reno rhymed, falling off of the table and onto the floor.

Elena rolled her eyes and handed the folder over to Rude. “Some of it’s in funny writing and I doubt it’s from Wutai.”

“Cat’d boy would know,” Came the slur from the floor and both Rude and Elena exchanged glances and then checked underneath the table, watching as Reno covered his head with his jacket in order to close out the sounds of the club.

“He does have a point.” Elena said, standing from the table and retrieving the papers from Rude. “I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

Silently, Rude nodded and when Elena left the dingy bar, he glanced underneath the table and frowned. “Want some beer?” He asked, poking the blue ball of living flesh. Pushing his jacket down, Reno nodded and with the help of Rude, climbed out from underneath the table.

~~~
End Ch.13
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A/N: There ya go folks! A little bit of everything! Who knew Tseng was so horny, ne? And, as far back as I can remember, I don’t really recall seeing a Vincent/Zack pairing.
Trust me. Things WILL make sense. Eventually. At some point. Until then:
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As promised, the response!

MaddiChan:
"Wow, the characters are OOC, big time, lmao. Also, your reviews are funny. Next time you review yourself, try not to make it blantantly obvious. (Either that or your fangirls are pretending to be other people...)"

*hangs head* I fear for the future, you know that?
Of COURSE the characters are OOC! This is called "FanFiction". If they were IC, then they would be killing each other and Advent Children would have happened.
I have never reviewed myself. What would be the point? It is NOTHING compared to getting a review from a complete stranger telling you that they like your story. Wait... are you speaking from experience, MaddiChan? Or is this entire incident an attempt at getting attention for yourself?
I am quite proud of my fangirls/boys! And I seriously doubt that they're signing in as other people and leaving 60+ reviews.
Speaking of stories MaddiChan, where ARE your stories anyway? I would love to see what you've written.