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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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7
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To bend the twisted
Author: RubberDuckyPinwheels AKA TynDawn
Pairing(s): SephirothxZack
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Square-enix and do not own any of the mentioned characters, places, etc... and am merely borrowing them for entertainment purposes and will return them in mint condition back to the shelf from whence they came.
Theme: Love
Author’s notes: I feel bad for not being able to add on as often as I’d like, but yeah, Here’s another one, remember, it’s not related to the first section. Please leave reviews for they are loved and give me reason to continue writing!
Enjoy!
~~~
No one could ever hope to understand it, but at the same time, Zack liked it best that way. It just wouldn’t have been right if everyone knew each detail that went into what happened between him and the general. The great general Sephiroth.
It had started out as nothing more than a meeting, back when Sephiroth hadn’t even heard of Zack Fair from Gongaga, back when Zack had done nothing of interest and nothing worthy of the title ‘hero,’ Back when Zack was nothing but a silly little boy from backwater Gongaga.
It had been innocent enough, starting out with winks and suggestive smiles, the sultry touch and caress on special occasions. But everything had changed the day that Sephiroth had come back from a particular mission. The mission had not been recorded, but Zack soon learned everything about it. Zack could only find to describe it as an official suicide attempt falsely labeled as a mission.
When Sephiroth had shown his face again, he’d lost his angelic disposition, his features caked in thick lines of blood from both himself and more than over a hundred other nameless and faceless men. Zack had never even given himself a chance to think before he pulled Sephiroth aside, his anger showing clearly on usually soft and playful features.
“What you thinking out there Seph?!” He demanded, pain evident in his eyes, though the general ignored it silently, “What if you got killed out there?” His hands flailed in gesture, his breath faint as he forced a glare up at him.
Sephiroth had been just as calm as ever, “There’s always a chance that I won’t come back, you know that, and you shouldn’t concern yourself with it,”
“Shouldn’t concern myself? You don’t get it, do you?!” Zack cursed back at him, grabbing a hold of the general’s wrist, which only earned him the twitch of a silver eyebrow, “Sure, everyone calls you a genius Seph, but you’re an idiot if you can’t even figure it out!”
“Figure out what exactly?” He replied smoothly, not even dazed by the younger male’s panic, “That you’ve been obsessed with me from the start?” Zack’s breath caught in his throat, “Or were you going to say, that I don’t even know how much you love me?”
From that moment on, everything between them had changed…
Playful winks turned into warm embraces, coy smiles turned into steamy kisses, touches and caresses turned into demanding holds and powerful palms sliding over naked skin.
The general had never wished to hide anything between them, though he certainly didn’t flaunt their relation, knowing that that was not what Zack had wanted. If there was one thing that Zack hated, it was being favored for something other than his actual skill.
“Hey…Seph?” Zack started on cool night as he laid next to the general, long after sweat had cooled and crusted to barely flushed skin and after breath and heartbeats had returned to normal. Sephiroth didn’t acknowledge the other’s voice and kept his attention on the darkened ceiling, his arm still curled around the other’s back and holding the young SOLDIER to his chest, waiting for Zack to continue with his questioning. Of course, Zack was used to the silence that Sephiroth commonly gave to him, he took no offence in it and broke the silence of the shadowy quarters once more, “Do you…” He paused, pursing his lips before he gave out a sigh and rolled his eyes away, just thinking about giving up his question now, “…Do you love me, Seph?”
Silence was the only answer.
Silence and tensed muscles.
Sephiroth knew that the question would come one day, but he’d ignored it up until now. He couldn’t name how many times Zack had told him that he’d loved him, but Sephiroth would only reply with smirks and knowing glances that just screamed, ‘I know you do,’
The general shifted, still not giving a word, moving until he was pressed closer to the younger and still breathless male. It was surprising that Sephiroth couldn’t seem to find and answer. The answer should have been ‘no,’ Right? SOLDIERS were not meant to love. Sure, Zack loved him, but Sephiroth was almost completely positive that Zack’s only concept of love was something akin to the way that an owner loved their pet.
Zack’s eyes lowered when no words or sign came from Sephiroth, blocking out the slight bit of hurt that flittered out from behind his glowing blue irises. With a heavy sigh, he moved himself, pushing up and shifting one leg on either side of the general’s waist.
“I…guess I already knew that you don’t,” He admitted lowly, masking a frown by forcing a smile while he brushed the other’s bangs away from those liquid poison eyes of his, “But…that’s alright…”
That was lie, it wasn’t alright, and Sephiroth knew that Zack wasn’t okay with it.
But…how could Sephiroth ever admit to loving anyone? He didn’t even care much for himself, how could he care so completely for another person? But…he did care for Zack, didn’t he?
He did.
Sephiroth only stared at Zack, grabbing one of his hands and pulling it to his lips, pressing individual kisses to each of those training-roughened hands of the second-class. Zack gave no reply and only smiled, though it was painfully cracked with the tiniest shards of disappointment, of hurt.
Silence was all that remained steady between them for several moments as Zack’s legs spread, as he shifted himself, gasping as he felt the head of the other’s member lightly nudge against his entrance. It didn’t take long for the two of them to get into the rhythm.
Zack needed no preparing whatsoever, eagerly taking the general’s length back into his willing body like he had just a few short moments ago. But this time, Zack was above the general, letting his desperation, his hurt carry him away as he slammed his hips down against Sephiroth, crying out each time the man’s member struck and brushed against that tiny spot inside him until finally he was seeing stars and couldn’t hear anything other than the slick sounds of skin slapping skin and heavy breathing as Sephiroth moaned out quietly.
Within a very short amount of time, Zack was practically screaming, tossing his head back when he couldn’t take it anymore and groaning out when he felt his own fluid drenching his chest. When the clouds before his eyes faded, he stared down at Sephiroth, watching the way that his own cum pooled into the ripples on Sephiroth’s chest. But, that wasn’t the only thing he saw, there were…
Tears, In Sephiroth’s eyes.
They were tiny, but they were there.
Zack gasped out roughly when Sephiroth’s hands gripped his hips, forcing Zack up and down the length of his still hard and seeping erection, forcing the boy to continue riding him even if he was already spent.
Short moments later, Zack heard one of the very first sounds to come from Sephiroth’s throat that night.
It was a scream.
It had been low and ragged, breathy and harsh, almost pained.
And…it sounded like…Zack’s name.
Was it really?
Sephiroth had never once moaned out, breathed, or even whispered Zack’s name, but this time…he screamed it.
Feeling liquid heat invading his channel, Zack fell forward onto Sephiroth’s cum slicked chest, breathing out and closing his eyes as he shivered and shook with the euphoria from his release…and the sadness of really knowing that Sephiroth didn’t love him, really knowing that he was just the general’s fuck toy.
But…
“Zack…” The dark-haired male gave a small sound and lifted his brows weakly in question as Sephiroth finally answered what Zack had asked just before this incident of passion had continued, “I do,”
Pairing(s): SephirothxZack
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Square-enix and do not own any of the mentioned characters, places, etc... and am merely borrowing them for entertainment purposes and will return them in mint condition back to the shelf from whence they came.
Theme: Love
Author’s notes: I feel bad for not being able to add on as often as I’d like, but yeah, Here’s another one, remember, it’s not related to the first section. Please leave reviews for they are loved and give me reason to continue writing!
Enjoy!
~~~
No one could ever hope to understand it, but at the same time, Zack liked it best that way. It just wouldn’t have been right if everyone knew each detail that went into what happened between him and the general. The great general Sephiroth.
It had started out as nothing more than a meeting, back when Sephiroth hadn’t even heard of Zack Fair from Gongaga, back when Zack had done nothing of interest and nothing worthy of the title ‘hero,’ Back when Zack was nothing but a silly little boy from backwater Gongaga.
It had been innocent enough, starting out with winks and suggestive smiles, the sultry touch and caress on special occasions. But everything had changed the day that Sephiroth had come back from a particular mission. The mission had not been recorded, but Zack soon learned everything about it. Zack could only find to describe it as an official suicide attempt falsely labeled as a mission.
When Sephiroth had shown his face again, he’d lost his angelic disposition, his features caked in thick lines of blood from both himself and more than over a hundred other nameless and faceless men. Zack had never even given himself a chance to think before he pulled Sephiroth aside, his anger showing clearly on usually soft and playful features.
“What you thinking out there Seph?!” He demanded, pain evident in his eyes, though the general ignored it silently, “What if you got killed out there?” His hands flailed in gesture, his breath faint as he forced a glare up at him.
Sephiroth had been just as calm as ever, “There’s always a chance that I won’t come back, you know that, and you shouldn’t concern yourself with it,”
“Shouldn’t concern myself? You don’t get it, do you?!” Zack cursed back at him, grabbing a hold of the general’s wrist, which only earned him the twitch of a silver eyebrow, “Sure, everyone calls you a genius Seph, but you’re an idiot if you can’t even figure it out!”
“Figure out what exactly?” He replied smoothly, not even dazed by the younger male’s panic, “That you’ve been obsessed with me from the start?” Zack’s breath caught in his throat, “Or were you going to say, that I don’t even know how much you love me?”
From that moment on, everything between them had changed…
Playful winks turned into warm embraces, coy smiles turned into steamy kisses, touches and caresses turned into demanding holds and powerful palms sliding over naked skin.
The general had never wished to hide anything between them, though he certainly didn’t flaunt their relation, knowing that that was not what Zack had wanted. If there was one thing that Zack hated, it was being favored for something other than his actual skill.
“Hey…Seph?” Zack started on cool night as he laid next to the general, long after sweat had cooled and crusted to barely flushed skin and after breath and heartbeats had returned to normal. Sephiroth didn’t acknowledge the other’s voice and kept his attention on the darkened ceiling, his arm still curled around the other’s back and holding the young SOLDIER to his chest, waiting for Zack to continue with his questioning. Of course, Zack was used to the silence that Sephiroth commonly gave to him, he took no offence in it and broke the silence of the shadowy quarters once more, “Do you…” He paused, pursing his lips before he gave out a sigh and rolled his eyes away, just thinking about giving up his question now, “…Do you love me, Seph?”
Silence was the only answer.
Silence and tensed muscles.
Sephiroth knew that the question would come one day, but he’d ignored it up until now. He couldn’t name how many times Zack had told him that he’d loved him, but Sephiroth would only reply with smirks and knowing glances that just screamed, ‘I know you do,’
The general shifted, still not giving a word, moving until he was pressed closer to the younger and still breathless male. It was surprising that Sephiroth couldn’t seem to find and answer. The answer should have been ‘no,’ Right? SOLDIERS were not meant to love. Sure, Zack loved him, but Sephiroth was almost completely positive that Zack’s only concept of love was something akin to the way that an owner loved their pet.
Zack’s eyes lowered when no words or sign came from Sephiroth, blocking out the slight bit of hurt that flittered out from behind his glowing blue irises. With a heavy sigh, he moved himself, pushing up and shifting one leg on either side of the general’s waist.
“I…guess I already knew that you don’t,” He admitted lowly, masking a frown by forcing a smile while he brushed the other’s bangs away from those liquid poison eyes of his, “But…that’s alright…”
That was lie, it wasn’t alright, and Sephiroth knew that Zack wasn’t okay with it.
But…how could Sephiroth ever admit to loving anyone? He didn’t even care much for himself, how could he care so completely for another person? But…he did care for Zack, didn’t he?
He did.
Sephiroth only stared at Zack, grabbing one of his hands and pulling it to his lips, pressing individual kisses to each of those training-roughened hands of the second-class. Zack gave no reply and only smiled, though it was painfully cracked with the tiniest shards of disappointment, of hurt.
Silence was all that remained steady between them for several moments as Zack’s legs spread, as he shifted himself, gasping as he felt the head of the other’s member lightly nudge against his entrance. It didn’t take long for the two of them to get into the rhythm.
Zack needed no preparing whatsoever, eagerly taking the general’s length back into his willing body like he had just a few short moments ago. But this time, Zack was above the general, letting his desperation, his hurt carry him away as he slammed his hips down against Sephiroth, crying out each time the man’s member struck and brushed against that tiny spot inside him until finally he was seeing stars and couldn’t hear anything other than the slick sounds of skin slapping skin and heavy breathing as Sephiroth moaned out quietly.
Within a very short amount of time, Zack was practically screaming, tossing his head back when he couldn’t take it anymore and groaning out when he felt his own fluid drenching his chest. When the clouds before his eyes faded, he stared down at Sephiroth, watching the way that his own cum pooled into the ripples on Sephiroth’s chest. But, that wasn’t the only thing he saw, there were…
Tears, In Sephiroth’s eyes.
They were tiny, but they were there.
Zack gasped out roughly when Sephiroth’s hands gripped his hips, forcing Zack up and down the length of his still hard and seeping erection, forcing the boy to continue riding him even if he was already spent.
Short moments later, Zack heard one of the very first sounds to come from Sephiroth’s throat that night.
It was a scream.
It had been low and ragged, breathy and harsh, almost pained.
And…it sounded like…Zack’s name.
Was it really?
Sephiroth had never once moaned out, breathed, or even whispered Zack’s name, but this time…he screamed it.
Feeling liquid heat invading his channel, Zack fell forward onto Sephiroth’s cum slicked chest, breathing out and closing his eyes as he shivered and shook with the euphoria from his release…and the sadness of really knowing that Sephiroth didn’t love him, really knowing that he was just the general’s fuck toy.
But…
“Zack…” The dark-haired male gave a small sound and lifted his brows weakly in question as Sephiroth finally answered what Zack had asked just before this incident of passion had continued, “I do,”