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Bittersweet Angel
Chapter Sixteen: Bittersweet Angel
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Before the war there were migrants from Wutai that settled into Midgar, as with many other migrants from villages and towns across the planet. Midgar was full of diversity; it was a bustling metropolis filled with people from across the globe. There were parts of the Midgar slums that adopted the culture of different people from different towns. It was like stepping into a miniaturized version of their native town, and one could find whatever goods or wares that the original town boasted. All centrally located snugly beneath the plate.
Soon, they began to spread out onto the upper plate, almost like fads. To dine at a Wutaian restaurant meant to be stepping into their culture and their way of life. It was thrilling to many of the Midgar natives who had never even stepped foot outside the city before. It was like visiting a new world.
So it was rather common to see Wutaian food, Cosmo Canyon weapon shops, or Nibelheim bakeries – that bragged that their bread was as light and airy as the air in the Nibel mountains – on every street corner. Although Cloud contested those kitschy slogans as being nothing but complete bull. In the end, nothing was like home but home itself.
But during the long war between Wutai and Shin-Ra, it wasn't uncommon to see Wutaian establishments in Midgar suddenly go under, suspiciously change management, or just simply disappear. This was not exclusive to just the businesses themselves. Many Wutaian immigrants mysteriously vanished throughout the course of the war, and Shin-Ra was never too shy to don a pair of those proverbial red hands. But for public image and appeasement, Shin-Ra conveniently allowed several Wutaian businesses to stay alive, but those were the ones that were suddenly no longer owned by Wutaian natives, and were replaced by people who looked more like Shin-Ra employees to the trained eye. Of course, they would vehemently deny having any such affiliation with Shin-Ra, right before they turned around and took their Shin-Ra paychecks to the bank.
It was a dirty world, and Shin-Ra owned it.
Zack and Cloud entered the restaurant, after a rather awkward moment of Zack holding the door open for Cloud as if he were a lady, although, to everyone else, it just looked like a friend holding a door open for another friend. But in Cloud's insecure mind, everything screamed that they were on a date. Perhaps he shouldn't have dressed so nicely.
And how nicely Zack was dressed, too. From his black microsuede coat, to his square-tipped leather dress shoes, Zack made Cloud feel a combination of envy and pride. At first he felt second rate next to Zack, but he knew that he looked good as well. And as they were escorted to their table, a few women took a not-so-discreet stare at the both of them as they passed. A few eyebrows were raised seductively, and a few hushed whispers made Cloud both simultaneously blush from embarrassment and grin with amusement.
They sat, and the hostess reached across and lit the grill embedded into their table.
Cloud looked rather lost, as the lack of menus and the flaming grill-for-a-table struck him as foreign and, frankly, a bit strange. "Wait...so how does this work?"
Zack turned from looking at the buffet behind them, already scoping out the desserts that were displayed on the counters. "Never been to one of these, have you?"
"No," Cloud murmured, twisting around in his chair to take in his surroundings. The décor was lavish, with strikes of red mixed with gold accentuating the furniture. There were silk scrolls hanging on the walls, and beautiful bonsai trees atop the dividing walls between the table arrangements. Cloud thought he could hear the sound of either a running pond or a fountain somewhere.
And yet, behind them was a spread of raw meats and seafood, waiting to be plated and brought back to the table to be humbly cooked by none other than the customers themselves. The place smelled of smoke and of the marinade the meats were drenched in. This was going to be an interesting experience – Cloud couldn't cook.
"You just get up, grab what you want and throw it down on the grill. Simple enough, right?"
Cloud tittered nervously. "I guess so. I just...can't cook."
"Neither can I. I just throw it down and whenever it looks good enough to eat, I eat it," Zack said, shrugging nonchalantly.
They both shared a laugh together before ordering their beverages. Zack ordered a beer – not carded of course – and Cloud, after brewing on whether or not he should at least try a beer, finally decided on iced tea in the end. Zack grinned at his indecisiveness.
Soon there was an array of various types of meats on their grill, and they occasionally poked at it with their tongs as they conversed about SOLDIER. Cloud always had an abundance of never-ending questions about the subject, but Zack not once minded. He shared whatever information he possibly could with him, and the ones he couldn't, he just grinned at him, and with a very teasing voice he told Cloud that he would find out when he made it into SOLDIER. Those words seemed to disappoint Cloud, for various reasons, but he just shook his head with a small smile and continued their conversation.
They began to get the hang of this whole cooking thing, only after a near fire scared them into paying more attention. Soon they were full on everything they could possibly imagine. Zack had even gone back to grab more from the buffets, bringing back fruits, noodle soup, rice, everything he could possibly consume. And he hadn't even made it to dessert, yet.
Dessert. Cloud's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't possibly; he was losing his nerve as he sat staring intently at Zack, who was flipping a few ribs on the grill with the most concentrated face he had ever seen him use. And if it wasn't for the boiling emotions inside of him, he would have laughed.
Zack had asked him what was wrong as Cloud suddenly grew quiet, and Cloud simply – and not so truthfully – replied that he was really full. Zack just gave him a flat look, but soon went back to tossing more food onto Cloud's plate, telling him to eat up. And so, he did.
Cloud had been watching each time Zack took a sip of his beer. He liked how the head looked so frothy. It reminded him of the root beer floats he would drink as a child, which was the only sweet treat he would partake in. Vanilla ice cream was probably as plain as it could get, so that part he didn't mind on occasion.
"Wanna try it?" Zack held his mug up as Cloud's eyes trailed it.
"Um..." He shifted in his seat, shrugging casually. "Yeah sure, I'll try it." He took the frosty mug from him, and watched as Zack had a rather intimidating grin on his face as he was highly anticipating his reaction, but at this point he wasn't sure what it would be.
Cloud took a sip, and instantly sputtered. "That's bitter!" He handed it back to him, wincing. "How can you like that stuff?"
Zack watched as Cloud's tongue darted out and licked the foam off of his lip. Zack mimicked this, unaware that his eyes were fixed on Cloud's mouth. He let out a shaky breath, not realizing how quickly that small gesture could turn him on, whether or not it was intentional. He had never felt so easily aroused before, but Cloud just seemed to bring this somewhat bittersweet trait out in him. He shifted uncomfortably.
Cloud was suddenly looking at him with eyebrows raised, and with a subtle wag of his head.
"What?" Zack blinked, sitting upright. He cleared his throat and began to fiddle with the tongs on the grill. "I uh...what?"
Cloud repeated himself. "How can you like it?"
"It's...an acquired taste."
"Yeah, I can see that," Cloud said flatly. He frowned a bit, taking a sip of his tea to wash down the burning sensation in his mouth and throat.
"I'm surprised that you don't like it, considering that you don't like sweet things. This would be right up your alley."
Cloud shrugged, poking at a grilled prawn with his chopstick. "Well, I guess it would take some getting used to."
"I enjoy the taste of it. And the after effect of it is always a plus."
Cloud tittered. He wondered what Zack would be like drunk. He had never seen him in that state before, and then assumed that for one – it would take a lot to get someone like him drunk, and two – he was probably seasoned enough to handle himself. He had been around his friends when they were fairly drunk, and he learned to judge how much each one could handle based on their height, weight and overall constitution, although Elici could always seem to handle just a bit more than Graves, even though Graves was much larger. Ratcliff, well, it didn't take much. He seemed like he could easily just get contact drunk by simply being near a bottle of booze.
After Zack had pushed several different types of desserts in front of Cloud, who only just shook his head and pushed them back, they left together laughing about how they reeked of smoke. It was worth it, however.
The moon was up now, and the streets began to thin out from the citizens who roamed them during the day. They reached the fountain again, and they sat down on the edge together, after Zack had to tug him down to join him.
"Isn't this a bit strange?" Cloud whispered, even though no one was around.
"What? What's so strange about two guys sitting by a fountain and chatting?"
"I dunno...it's just...you know, romantic." Cloud meant that in a negative way, of course, but Zack ignored that and once again twisted his words around.
"Oh, well, why thank you," he said as he scooted closer to the blond, who instinctively leaned away. "Don't be shy, my darling. I won't bite."
"Shut up, ass."
They laughed together, and Zack scooted away just a bit, to give him his space.
"It's a shame though," Cloud said as he reached up, thumbing the soft suede on Zack's coat. "I don't know if the smell of the smoke will get out of this so easily."
"I don't mind," Zack whispered, watching as Cloud's hand was passing across his arm. Cloud looked up to him, and Zack's breathing became a bit erratic in his chest. He wondered if Cloud was aware of the effect he had on him.
"Zack?" Cloud trailed his fingers down Zack's arm, brushing them up against his hand. He blinked as Zack seemed to flinch when their skin connected. Cloud pulled away, resting his hands down in his lap. He didn't know what to do.
Zack hummed a reply, his head tilting slightly as he watched Cloud's face turn from relaxed, to anxious. He couldn't tell if he wanted to make some sort of physical contact with him, or if he had something on his mind.
"What's...going on between us?"
Zack nodded to himself. He would remember that look now, as he had a feeling he was probably going to be seeing it quite often in the future. "I don't know," Zack spoke those words, but his voice was reassuring. "It is...a little scary." His shoulders slumped a bit, finally admitting that he himself was unsure of what was going on, or what was going to happen between them. "But," he said as he looked to Cloud, "somehow it's all okay."
"How can you be so sure all the time, Zack? What if this isn't okay?"
"Well, how do you feel when we're together?"
Cloud fell silent, looking down at the ground.
"Cloud look at me." Zack reached out and gently tugged his chin towards him. Cloud's eyes flickered up to meet his intense gaze. "When we're together, you drive me crazy."
"What?" Cloud whispered, looking fearful; hurt.
"You make all kinds of emotions argue with each other inside my head, and I'm not sure how to make them shut up."
Cloud smiled weakly.
"But when I see this," Zack said, trailing his thumb across Cloud's smiling lips, "it makes everything seem so quiet, so peaceful inside my mind."
"That's really sappy," Cloud chuckled, but gently kissed Zack's caressing thumb on his mouth.
"I know, but it's the truth."
Cloud reached up and grasped Zack's hand in his own. "I guess I'm glad that I drive you crazy, then."
"Cloud," Zack said, and as he spoke the blond's name, he felt the grip on his hand get tighter. His voice came out firm, confident as he began to speak. "This is okay."
Cloud's eyes seemed to reflect his thoughts. Thoughts that were still unsure and muddled.
Zack lowered his hand, and their contact broke. "You never answered my question, Chocobo."
The blond just shook his head silently, unable to speak the words that flowed through his mind. Cloud knew exactly how he felt when he was around Zack.
You make everything go away, you make my troubles seem to disappear. You...make me forget, Zack. And I can only remember you.
They entered Zack's apartment, and instantly the smell of their hair and clothes deepened. It really stood out on them now, and had they not been so full, the smell would have made them hungry once more.
Zack peeled his coat off and disappeared inside his room. Cloud glanced at the clock in the kitchen. He still had a bit of time before his liberty was over. Even though Mejia was gone, he still didn't want to be late in returning. He wondered what Ratcliff was doing since he said he had plans, but on second thought, decided he'd rather not know.
"I'm so damn stuffed," Zack said, reappearing in the living room. Cloud could finally see the shirt he had on underneath. It was of a similar style to the one he was wearing, but Zack's was a solid deep blue. It must have been the latest style or something. Cloud was never really into all of that, and he was thankful for this night that Ratcliff seemed to be in-the-know.
"Yeah, me too. I think I could possibly cook something now. Or at least throw down meat onto a fire and eat it when it was charred enough."
Zack laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I can't believe we almost set the place ablaze."
"Really? You can't? Two men with no culinary prowess whatsoever cooking with a hot, open flame, and you honestly can't believe that?"
"Well, when you put it like that..." Zack sat down on the couch with a heavy, yet content sounding sigh. He stretched, his eyes squeezing shut. He looked like a lazy cat getting ready to fall asleep in the sun. He relaxed, blinking his eyes slowly as he looked up to Cloud who still stood nervously near the door. "Come sit with me. You still have time before you need to be back, right?" He patted the spot next to him.
"Y-yeah, I have a little over two hours." He shifted on his feet, watching as Zack flipped on the television.
"I think that sitcom is on."
"I hate that show..." Cloud said, finally admitting about the show that always seem to be on when they were together.
Zack snorted a laugh, flipping through several stations to find it. "I hate it too, actually." He found it, but turned down the volume. "C'mon Chocobo, come sit next to me."
"Calling me that nickname isn't going to make me come."
Zack pressed his lips together, refraining from twisting his words around one last time that evening. He couldn't refrain from squeaking out a strained laugh, however.
Cloud hadn't realized what he said, and he just figured that he was laughing about his dislike of the nickname. But he sat down next to Zack regardless, and smiled shyly when Zack patted his thigh.
"Have fun tonight?"
The blond nodded. It was true that he had fun, but now that the night was winding down, he was growing nervous over the words he had spoken to Zack earlier that day. He wondered what Zack would think if he were to back out in the end. He was really losing his nerve now, as Zack's patting turned to mindless rubbing.
They sat in silence for quite some time, watching the television. One was relatively watching it with a bit of interest, the other was just going through the motions of watching it, but was really beginning to panic.
"Are you okay?" Zack was suddenly looking at Cloud, who began breathing rather heavily.
He just nodded a few times, but the fear in his eyes suggested otherwise.
"Why do you look so frightened?" Zack reached up and cupped Cloud's face in his hand, turning his head to force him to look at him.
I can't do it, I can't do it. Cloud's mind was racing with this repeated thought. He wanted to return the affection, he wanted to share with Zack the same passion that he shared with him before. To let Zack know that he cared about him the same way. Wasn't it...mandatory? It was what two people did when they cared about each other, right?
His thoughts were screaming now, drowning out all his other feelings. He couldn't hear the heartbeat that pulsed in his chest, he couldn't feel the muscles that began to move on their own. He stared at Zack, looking into those deep eyes that held so much emotion for him. Cloud's vision was tunneled, only seeing the man before him as his facial expression went from concern to shock.
Cloud didn't recognize the arms that were wrapping around Zack's neck. He couldn't understand why Zack's eyes were frantically darting back and forth. Zack's lips moved, but no words could be heard.
I can't...do it.
Zack was getting closer to him, even though it looked like the man was leaning away. His lips moved again, but Cloud couldn't see what words he mouthed, as those lips were suddenly forced to stop.
Zack let out a surprised noise as Cloud seized his lips with his own. The boy was trembling, he was breathing erratically. But he continued to scoot closer to him with each clumsy kiss.
They began hastily at first, as Zack struggled to keep up with Cloud's pace. Zack forced Cloud to slow his pace, however, as Cloud's hands began to fumble across his face and neck, then down to the shirt he wore.
"Mm...Cloud...?" Zack tried to pry him away, but he had slipped onto his lap, pinning him against the couch. He felt Cloud's tongue dart across his lips as his shaking hands began to unbutton Zack's shirt. "H-hey..." He shook his head, finally breaking away from Cloud's touch.
Cloud pulled away slowly. "Zack...I-I don't know what I'm doing."
Zack chuckled, helping him slide off of his lap and back onto the couch next to him. "Sure could have fooled me." Zack wiped his mouth with his hand. "I wasn't prepared for that."
"S-sorr-"
"Ah!"
Cloud shut his mouth closed with a click of his teeth.
Zack shook his head, trying to gather the thoughts that suddenly started to fly around in the onslaught of Cloud's very unexpected advance. "Not that I'm complaining, but one minute you're spacin' out, and then the next you're attacking me with kisses."
"Attacking?" He looked mortified.
"Well, it wasn't a bad thing. Just...surprising." Zack smiled at Cloud, trying to reassure him.
"I just..." Cloud trailed off.
"It's okay, Cloud. Don't...force yourself, remember?"
"But…I..."
Zack hushed him patiently, once again rubbing his thigh. "Just sit here and relax with me, okay?"
They both adjusted themselves against the couch, and resumed watching television. Although now both of them were just going through the motions. Zack sneaked a glance at Cloud through the corner of his eye after a few silent minutes passed by. The blond was twisting his hands together, slightly bouncing a leg. There was a faint tint to his skin that suggested he was nervous, and thinking about something.
Probably the same thing that Zack was thinking about.
I can't...I gotta build that trust.
They looked at each other, and apprehensive smiles were shared.
"Cloud?"
"...Yes?"
"Can I ask what you're thinking about right now?"
There was a moment's pause as Cloud sat, still twisting his hands within each other.
You.
When Cloud didn't answer, a gentle smile broke out on Zack's face, and he reached over to pull him into an embrace. His arms never found Cloud's shoulders, however, as he willingly leaned into Zack's neck before he could reach him. Zack's heart began to beat heavily once they connected, and he breathed deep into Cloud's hair. Cloud responded to this by nuzzling into his neck, and this caused Zack's pulse to intensify.
Even with his past relationships, he had never had someone that could make his body react in the way that it did when he was with this boy. His head became muddled, drowning in a flood of emotion. With each simple word, with each gentle touch from the boy, it caused Zack's stomach to wrench into knots of disbelief. His breathing was as unsteady as his heartbeat whenever Cloud was near.
"Are you okay, Zack?" Cloud tilted his head up, his nose brushing up against Zack's chin as he did so.
Zack looked down at him, placing a small kiss on his nose. "Yes, why?"
Cloud frowned, his hand going up to Zack's chest. "Your heartbeat is fast."
"I know," Zack whispered.
The blond shifted up, his eyes wide. Did he really have that effect on this man? Cloud's hand continued to press against his chest, as he leaned forward and brushed his lips up against Zack's.
They began to kiss once more, but now it was a subtle dance of their lips; unhurried, meaningful. Hands remained where they were, their bodies pressed together not in a show of need, but in a show of an affinity for one another. No noises were uttered, just the sound of their breath blending together between them was all that was heard.
Neither wanted to part from the other's embrace in fear of losing the moment. But they gradually relaxed with each touching of their lips, and each minute caress of their hands, assured that nothing would change if they were to move. Slowly, those caresses began to seek out more places to explore, and tentative fingers began to roam across skin.
Chaste kisses were replaced with heady sweeps of their tongues, heads turning with the increasing speed of their passion. The quietness in the room was broken by a soft moan that finally escaped the burning lungs of the blond.
Zack melted at the sound, his stomach turning into that knot he felt around Cloud. He truly loved that feeling, in the end. Soon, Cloud was seeking around blindly for the buttons on Zack's shirt. Once found, he began to pluck them apart, and this caused Zack to pull from Cloud's lips and stare at him with a look of uncertainty.
In his head swam a maelstrom of confusion and indecisiveness. This couldn't have been Cloud; he was forcing himself to appease him once more. Cloud wasn't the one to initiate something like this. He hadn't the nerve or the courage to be so forward. Zack couldn't take advantage of him like this.
I can't let this happen. Zack placed his hands on Cloud's and tried to tug them away, but they were on a defiant trek down his chest. Each button was soon undone, and Cloud's hands delved inside, smoothing along Zack's rigid chest, which was now heaving quite noticeably.
"Cloud," Zack said through labored breaths, trying to get his attention.
Cloud ignored him. He slid back onto his lap, nudging Zack's hair away from his neck with his nose. He trailed his hands down Zack's chest as he began to kiss his neck, letting out a breathy moan with each touch of his lips.
This...has to stop...
Zack leaned his head back, his eyes fluttering closed as Cloud began to run his hands against the top of his jeans. He could feel his belt being tugged on, and soon it was open with relative ease. Cloud snaked his belt out and dropped it to the floor.
"Cloud." He lifted his head when he felt Cloud cease his kissing in order to find the fly on Zack's pants. He was finally able to grasp onto Cloud's hands right before he flicked the button open. "Stop for a minute."
The blond finally obeyed, and he slowly looked up to Zack with a very apprehensive look. "S-something wrong?"
"What are you doing?" He massaged the boy's hands in his, coaxing him to let go of the zipper that was about to be tugged down.
"Um...w-what you did for me the other night," Cloud murmured, blushing furiously at his words.
Zack shook his head, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Why? You don't have to do that."
"But...you did it for me."
"That doesn't mean you're obligated to do it for me, Cloud."
"But you wanted it last night. What makes tonight any different?"
Zack squeezed his eyes shut, sighing. How could he argue with that, especially when he had an obvious bulge in his pants that was pressing against Cloud's lap? Ever the reminder of his forwardness from the night before.
Cloud began to run his hand against that bulge, and it made Zack release a soft growl of competing emotions. "Please, let me do it," Cloud whispered.
"...Are you sure?" Zack watched as Cloud slipped off his body, and onto his knees below. He spread Zack's legs out and nestled himself between, running his hands along the man's thighs.
Cloud shook his head, but smiled. "No, I'm not sure."
"Then why do you want to do this?"
"Because I'm always unsure. I won't know until after I try, otherwise I'll never do it, and I'll never know."
"That's nonsense, Cloud. Just stop and think this over, plea-" Zack was cut off by his own choke of a breath as his pants were opened.
Cloud began to tug at the jeans that Zack didn't seem to want to relinquish. "Please Zack, I want to make you happy..."
"You do," he said, then grunted as he found himself lifting his hips to allow Cloud to pull his jeans down to his ankles. His body began to move on its own as if satisfied with Cloud's uncertain answers, all the while his mind scolding him for giving in.
"I think I want to do this..."
There was no doubt in Zack's mind that Cloud cared for him, and under other circumstances, he would have believed Cloud's reasons. But the fact that his mind had been twisted around by Mejia, Zack wasn't convinced that he was doing this for the right reasons.
Zack was going to move away. He was going to tell him to stop, and to really consider what he was doing, and why he was doing it. He was going to pull Cloud up into a tender embrace, telling him to think more clearly for himself, and that he would wait for him for as long as it took. As long as Cloud was ready to make his own decisions without any fear of retaliation, or whatever else was possibly going through his head.
He was going to do all of that, until Cloud's hand dipped beneath his underwear, and grasped his hard member.
"S-shit..." Zack winced with the initial shock, and Cloud glanced up at him with worry.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Zack shook his head numbly, his eyes fluttering closed once more when it was fully released. He let out a small noise as Cloud began to tug his underwear down, and he mindlessly obeyed. They joined the jeans down at his ankles.
Cloud began to stroke him slowly, gripping him a bit tight at first, but gradually loosened his grip with each pleased breath that flowed from Zack. Cloud watched him, studying his facial expressions carefully, learning which angle received the most animated response, or the loudest groan.
"Want...me to use my mouth?" Cloud looked up at him, his eyes hazed with a desire that put a bit of Zack's fears behind. His skin was stained in red over his actions, and over his words. He seemed nervous, yet strangely confident – as if he had been thinking about this, and considering it for a while. Even if it was probably for only a short time. But then, Zack had no idea how long Cloud might have had feelings for him to begin with. He could have thought about this more than Zack could have imagined.
"You shouldn't be doing any of this."
Cloud just ignored him once again, slowly running his hand along the length. The soft feeling of it made Cloud lick his lips, those hazy eyes stared blindly, lustfully. He scooted himself closer, and he could tell by the look on Zack's face that he was hoping for him to take him in his mouth. With each lick of Cloud's lips, Zack's eyebrows would raise hopefully on his face, and his breathing would quicken. The couch would squeak beneath him as he seemed to squirm, waiting.
"I want to," he whispered, then lowered his mouth down to Zack's member. He hesitated for a brief moment – perhaps it was to tease. He glanced back up to Zack, who just had his eyebrows raised, and his mouth open in anticipation.
And then, in a quick instance, Zack felt as if he were enveloped in a swarm of heat. Every nerve in the rest of his body began to shut down, and they solely focused on the feeling of Cloud's hot mouth as it closed around the tip of his member.
Cloud hummed softly once his lips closed around it. His hand was stroking him at the base as he began to slowly move his head down. He could feel Zack's body tense beneath him, but then relax as he continued his motions.
He was inexperienced, and clumsy. His hand would grip Zack too tight at times, and the bobbing of his head wasn't rhythmic. But the little sounds he made as he tried made each one of his awkward movements unite in a way that was more than just pleasurable for Zack's physical being.
His heart – it wouldn't stop racing.
Zack blinked slowly and watched the sight before him. He reached down, passing his hand across Cloud's hair lightly, watching as his eyes fluttered open finally, and their gaze met. "Cloud..."
Speaking his name caused Cloud to flush, but it fueled him, gave him the confidence he needed to continue. Zack had been quiet – not uttering one word or noise once he started. He realized that Zack was concentrating on his movements just as much as he was himself. Cloud wanted to do this right; he wanted to make Zack feel good.
As much as his own experience had embarrassed him, when it came down to it, it was the emotion and consideration that Zack had shown him during that that had made him feel good. He only hoped that he could do the same.
Zack's hands slid deep into Cloud's hair, but he kept them loose, not wanting to make the boy feel trapped. He began to verbally respond to Cloud's slow sucking, and he found that his hips began to rock upwards.
Cloud paused, a bit surprised when Zack started to move, causing his member to slide deeper into his mouth.
"S-sorry..." Zack said, breathless.
Cloud released his member with a suckling noise, which caused Zack to groan in slight disapproval. "Don't worry, Zack." He grasped the shaft once more, but towards the top. His thumb circled the tip of the head as he ran his tongue from the base upwards.
Zack shuddered, tightening his grip in Cloud's hair. "Shit."
He continued this, occasionally flicking his tongue up at the tip before he delved back downwards once more. After a few times of doing this, and after Zack's moaning began to climb in pitch, Cloud stopped and pulled back. "Am I doing okay...?"
"You keep that up, and I'll come soon."
Cloud didn't have much of a response, but a bit of anxiety crossed his eyes at Zack's words.
Zack caressed the boy's face tenderly. "You can stop, if you want."
He shook his head, smiling up at him sweetly. "I don't."
"Okay, if you're sure," Zack whispered, brushing his thumb across his cheekbone. He still looks like an angel, even while doing this...
That hot mouth was once again placed down onto Zack's erection, slowly descending. With each bob of his head, Cloud began to hum pleasurable noises. It was quiet and restrained, but each one drove further into Zack's stamina, draining away his control.
Zack found his hips to be rising from the couch, thrusting himself into Cloud's wet mouth. He couldn't help but ignore the startled noise that came from the boy as he continued, or perhaps his own noises were drowning out anything else in the room.
The muscles in Zack's stomach began to wind tight, his breathing reached a pace that left his head murky and dim. Fingers convulsed into the blond hair; his heart was still racing. He began to reach the peak of bliss.
It was bad enough that he had let Cloud go this far, he wasn't going to degrade him by coming in his mouth, or anywhere near him, for that matter. This was too new to him; to experience something like that first off would be a cause for concern with his already wavering confidence.
Zack glanced around for something – anything he could release into, but Cloud's quickening pace along his member was making it hard to look, let alone see anything but the increasing haze of pleasure.
"C-Cloud...!" Zack's hands gripped his hair tight as he threw his head back. "S-stop, I'm going to come..." his voice came out in a choke.
Cloud continued, his hand tightening its hold, his tongue swirling around the head that was about to spill.
"L-let go, please, Cloud. I don't wanna...n-not in your mouth..." Zack pried one of his hands away from Cloud's scalp and tried to wedge it between himself and Cloud's chin. "Please..." All he managed to get was more resistance. He repeated this plea several times before it morphed into moans of splendor.
Cloud glanced up to Zack, watching as he writhed beneath him. His eyes were pleading with him to let go as he neared his end, but Cloud just adjusted his pace to match the thrusting in his mouth. He grew nervous, yet anxious to bring Zack to the same level of emotion he had experienced.
He could hear Zack's moaning become frantic, louder. And he felt Zack tense against him, clutching his hair between his fingers. His name rolled off Zack's lips before he felt the member in his mouth tighten, and release.
Cloud squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the hot liquid fill his mouth. He sputtered, awkwardly swallowing as best he could, even as Zack continued to move.
Zack slowly unfolded his fingers, his vision finally flowing back from the blinding darkness he saw. He looked down to see Cloud finally pulling away, his face pale. "You...okay?" he said, through labored breaths.
Cloud sat back on his heels, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as it looked like he was either swallowing heavily still, or gagging. But he slowly nodded, his eyes crawling back up to meet Zack's. "Yeah."
He glanced down to himself briefly. Cloud had cleaned him up pretty good – he was surprised. But he looked back to him, a warm smile enveloping his face. "Get up here, please," he whispered.
The blond nodded and climbed onto the couch next to Zack. He whimpered a bit as Zack turned into him, pushing him down onto his back with a forceful kiss. He could feel Zack beginning to unbutton his jeans as he kissed him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and his hand into his pants.
"Zack," he murmured between each heavy kiss. He felt his jeans being tugged down, followed by his underwear. He gasped then, Zack's hand grasping him tightly. He groaned quietly as he was stroked. It was slow at first, matching the speed of their kissing, and Cloud began to arch his back up against Zack.
Zack broke the kiss to begin lapping at Cloud's earlobe. This was responded with by a very loud moan, and arms that wrapped around his body. His tongue then trailed down from Cloud's ear to his neck. He nipped at it, which caused Cloud to cry out, and caused Zack to growl. He pulled away, his eyes burning into Cloud's, which were now glazed over with lust and a bit of confusion.
"Want me to stop?"
"No," Cloud said, trying to tug Zack back down. "Don't."
"Good, I wasn't planning on it," he said before he began to slip down his body to take Cloud into his mouth, but Cloud groaned and pulled against his arms when he tried to move.
"Don't, just...kiss me." Cloud lifted his head, pressing his lips against Zack's when he remained where he was. He pushed his tongue into the man's mouth greedily while digging his fingers into his back.
Zack let go of Cloud's stiff member to begin tugging his shirt open. He finally was able to hear the string of snaps of the buttons that he envisioned from when he first saw him in the shirt that evening. It was a wonderful sound, and he couldn't help but chuckle seductively at it. He gently pushed the shirt to his sides before his hand skimmed down Cloud's heaving chest. He grasped him once more.
Cloud bucked his hips, sliding himself in Zack's palm. He hadn't realized how aroused he was from pleasuring Zack, until a few thrusts, and a few timed strokes of Zack's hand quickly began to raise the noises he made.
Zack smiled as Cloud moaned, and this allowed Zack to push his tongue in further, running it along each ridge inside of Cloud's mouth. He quickened his strokes below, and Cloud began to tense. He knew it wouldn't take much more to make him finish, so he pulled back, watching as Cloud twisted in pleasure beneath him.
Cloud looked as if he were trying to hang onto the short length of restraint he had left before he eventually climaxed. Zack leaned down, giving one last kiss on Cloud's lips, and their eyes locked, both filled with an intense passion.
"Come for me, angel," Zack whispered.
Cloud stiffened then, his breath catching in his throat. His fingers curled, clawing into the back of Zack's neck. Zack caught Cloud's lips with his when he started to cry out. He wanted to catch the moment, and those beautiful sounds, with his mouth as Cloud released onto his chest.
Zack purred, slowing his hand movements as Cloud began to convulse by his touch in the aftermath. He kissed his forehead softly, stirring up a sated noise from the boy whose breath was finally leveling from its erratic pattern.
Cloud murmured Zack's name a few times, and with each time Zack grinned a little wider. Cloud's eyes opened partially to the sight of Zack above him with that broad smile. "What...?" He was blushing terribly.
A chuckle matched the amused look on the man's face. "I found a nickname that makes you come, after all."
...To be continued in Chapter Seventeen: Fun and Lying.
Ending Author's Note: Heehee, thank you so much for the reviews, Kira! <3 Much appreciated! So glad you're enjoying the story! And thank you to everyone who reads this as well. :D I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More chapters to come! A lot more, actually. I'll post about one a day (if I remember to...heehee) until I catch up with what I have.