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“How did I end up in this situation?” Cloud thought to himself. He wasn’t a bad person, he tried to be a nice person in his day to day life, and besides that he had helped saved the world, numerous times in fact. He wasn’t trying to do anything wrong, just talking to a pretty girl. Then somewhere along the way he ended up in a ruined bedroom in the middle of nowhere, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the dresser with said young woman – who only minutes ago he had been having sex with – leaning against the foot of the bed waiting for her other lover to come in. He hadn’t even had time to clean himself up before Zidane had stepped out of sight, once Terra got off of him he had just pulled his pants up to cover himself. Speaking of which he should try to find his belt and suspenders to hold them up, he was currently keeping hold of them with his hands. He was a bit lost as to what was going on and had asked to leave, but Terra told him to stay.
“This is why I should not get involved with women, it never ends well,” he thought sourly. There had been that single night with Aerith at the Gold Saucer, he had been caught in the thrill of the moment and environment and taken her in the gondola, which had lead to loss and regret when she died in his arms only a few days later. Then, assuming either or both of them would die the next day he had slept with Tifa the night before venturing into the Northern Crater, and the two years living with her afterwards had been filled with awkward glances and shy smiles as he realized that for better or worse their friendship had changed forever. Both times pursuing the urges of his heart and other less-saintly body parts had only landed him in emotional turmoil. You would think he’d have learned by now. “No, of course not, that would be the smart thing to do.”
He hadn’t been planning to do anything with Terra, he wasn’t blind and knew she was attractive, but a relationship had been the last thing on his mind in their situation. He simply felt a bond with her and valued her friendship. Talking to her had helped ease his own pain as she told him stories so similar to his, her sunny and caring demeanor a demonstration of how she had coped and moved on. That night a week ago, as he related to her the events of Zack’s death and how he had stood by powerless as his closest friend was gunned down, she had taken his head in her hand and told him he had nothing to be guilty for. And then after consoling him she had kissed him. To say he had been surprised would be an understatement, but he didn’t reject her. He had figured at the time it was simply a spur of the moment action with the dark turn the conversation had taken and meant nothing. Then, the next time they had slipped away to speak privately, she had eventually kissed him again. Cloud wasn’t an idiot, he realized what she wanted and reciprocated her caresses. He hadn’t known at the time that she was apparently already in a relationship. If he had, he may have thought twice about pushing her away during that first time his lips felt hers.
Sex had been equally unexpected. Terra seemed to be unusually aggressive when it came to intimacy, surprising since she was so timid and quiet when they were traveling. One minute she was kissing him, the next she was straddling him and whispering her desire for him in his ear. Cloud was stunned by how quickly she was asking him for that, but it had been some time since he had been with a woman, even before he came to this world, and with an willing young lady sitting in his lap, saying no would have taken willpower he simply didn’t have. The lovemaking had been amazing, passionate and tender, before his lust got the better of him and he shifted position with intent to drive deeper into her and it became more primal. When her release had come she tightened around him almost to the point of pain, and he followed her soon after. And then a minute later after that blissful experience, Terra had called out to Zidane. And everything suddenly took on a very awkward turn.
“Speak of the devil,” Cloud thought as Zidane entered the doorway. The thief’s teal eyes locked onto Cloud’s blue, and in spite of himself Cloud smirked. Zidane was outraged, his body was calm but his eyes betrayed him. He wasn’t sure why but Cloud suddenly found the situation very amusing, and held back a snicker. “Why not? Laughter’s as good a reaction as any to a situation like this.”
“So,” Zidane said, looking over at Terra. “Have fun?”
“Quite,” she replied curtly. “I have to admit, I was getting a bit anxious over the past week with all that was going on.”
“Oh sure, you’re the victim,” Zidane snorted. “Never mind that ever since you started holding out on me all I can think about is you.”
“Excuse me,” Cloud interjected, growing further confused and more than a bit irritated. Terra and Zidane turned their heads his way. “Would someone care to fill me in?” he asked. “Particularly, fill me in on what Terra was thinking kissing me and why Zidane was watching us have sex.” He flashed back to his night with Tifa beneath the Highwind and the embarrassment the next day they had been watched by their friends. He hadn’t had the courage to ask them just how much they’d seen, and in the same vein he wondered how much Zidane had seen. Judging from how Terra called out to him immediately after, he’d likely seen enough.
“We’re lovers,” Zidane said. “Consider yourself filled in.” He turned back to Terra and the two continued arguing, Cloud not paying attention to the words.
“So am I just her rebound? Just a fling to make her boyfriend jealous?” The thought irritated him. He didn’t like being used, he didn’t care if it was Sephiroth or Terra, he was not someone to be carelessly manipulated and then tossed aside. “No then, that can’t be it. Terra wouldn’t do that,” he realized. But then what had she been thinking? Had she known all along he was there all along, assuming he was, or did she only realize his presence later?
“Did you know I was there?” Zidane asked.
“Not at first,” Terra replied. “I thought I sensed something but brushed it off. But you got pretty worked up at the end there, your energy was impossible to miss. Hope you didn’t make too much of a mess out there.”
“When did she get this brazen?” Cloud thought. He had pegged Terra as the naïve and innocent type.
“A mess? I’ve got more dignity than that, I don’t resort to that sort of stuff no matter how desperate I am,” Zidane snorted. “You’re the one with no dignity, letting me watch you screw another man, him of all people?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cloud said, stepping towards him. Zidane turned his head.
“It means I’ve seen women get more worked up from cuddling than Terra was with you,” he said. “I know, I’ve usually been the cause.”
“I’ll have you know I’m a perfectly fine lover. She probably enjoyed it far more than anything you ever did,” Cloud snapped back, the latest insult to his sexual prowess pushing him to give his own.
“You two both neemmff!” Whatever Terra was going to say was cut off as Zidane turned to her and kissed her, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her to him. Cloud bristled and began to move towards them, when he noticed Terra wasn’t resisting. Her hands were up in the air, not pawing at him but not pushing away either. Zidane tilted her back slightly, Terra moaning softly. After a few more seconds Zidane pulled back, Terra’s face flushed. Turning to Cloud he swiftly withdrew his hand from Terra’s waist to let her fall to the bed gasping.
“And that, Cloud, is how you kiss a girl,” he smirked. “Now,” he took off his gloves and tossed them away. “Leave, enjoy the show, whatever. I don’t much care either way.”
“Z-Zidane,” Terra panted, sitting up. “What are you doing?”
“You had your fun, now it’s my turn,” the thief replied, leaving over her. The bulge of his erection rubbed against her thigh as he kissed her collarbone, pealing her dress down to give himself access to her breasts.
“Enjoy the show?” Cloud asked. “He’s kidding, right?” Zidane wouldn’t actually have sex with Terra with him there, he couldn’t. That was obviously his intention after all. Cloud watched the thief suckle on Terra’s breasts, the girl inhaling sharply.
“Stop it, leave her alone,” he said suddenly. Zidane turned his attention to Cloud.
“If she wanted me to stop, she’d tell me so,” he replied. The hands dancing up and down Terra’s hips slipped lower to her legs. Terra arched up, eyes wide, as Zidane began to finger her. Two fingers delivered long, slow strokes to her. Terra fell back on the bed, her breathing quickening.
“You’re not even giving her the chance to say anything,” Cloud thought. Of course not, that was the idea. He was moving so fast and, irritatingly, doing a good job of it that Terra was in no state of mind to protest. Zidane lifted his head from Terra’s breasts up to her ear, his spare hand drifting along the bottom of her dress where a thin layer of bare skin was showing. Cloud barely heard him whisper.
“Off.”
Terra groaned and grabbed the bottom of her dress, lifting it over her head and letting it drop to the ground. His path cleared Zidane kissed his way back down her chest and to her midriff, taking a moment to dip his tongue into her navel. She jumped at the contact. All the while Zidane’s hand was still working her over, his rhythm growing deeper and harder. His other hand had hold of her thigh, his tail smoothing up and down her other leg.
“She’s going wild,” Cloud noted. Terra’s responses were growing more and more savage, her hips were bucking against his hand, her hands clutching his hair, her eyes shut tight. Not nearly as erotic but slightly distracting was the small smirk on Zidane’s face. “Is he just doing this to show off to me? Or is he really that desperate?” Cloud thought. Perhaps a bit of both, Zidane was clearly intent on pleasuring her, but his invitation for Cloud to watch was confusing. Cloud had to admit though, it was arousing to see Terra like this, even if it was at the hands of another man.
Zidane shifted his weight, backing up a bit, and leaned down to place a kiss directly on Terra’s slit. The half-Esper gasped out, and Zidane slipped his tongue into her pussy. Terra’s back arched, her eyes going wide. Zidane’s eyes looked up at her, and his arms wrapped around under her thighs to hold her hips, keeping her pressed against his face. Cloud watched Terra’s face contort in ecstasy, musical moans and pants escaping her lips.
“She’s never looked more beautiful,” he whispered to himself, moving closer. Eagerly devouring her pussy, Zidane looked up as he approached. Cloud thought he saw his eyes narrow slightly into a glare, but the thief didn’t stop. Cloud didn’t care. “You want me to be impressed or something?” Cloud snorted. Of course Zidane was demonstrating his sexual prowess as good as he was, they had been in a relationship for who knew how long, he knew what to do to get Terra worked up. Cloud was at a disadvantage there, but he was a fast learner. If Zidane wanted to turn this into some sort of competition, Cloud would meet his challenge.
“Screw watching.”
“Cloud,” Terra gasped, catching sight of him. Cloud knelt down, and Terra reached out to grip his shoulder, her other hand still clutching at Zidane’s hair, legs now wrapping around his head. Cloud saw Zidane watching him and decided he didn’t care. He dipped his head down and ran his tongue along Terra’s neck. The hand on his shoulder tightened in response. Terra thrashed about, Zidane’s tongue pumping into her, three hands stroking her hips and stomach, Cloud’s tongue bathing a path up her neck to her ear. He drew the lobe between his teeth. Cloud's hands let go of his pants and they fell loose around his ankles, and he lifted his legs to kick them away, leaving him fully nude.
“C-ca…ca…” Terra struggled to speak under the ministrations of the two, but the words refused to come out. Her face scrunched up, mouth open, back arched up into the air.
Then, Zidane pulled away.
Cloud saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes and looked over. Zidane stood up between Terra’s legs, not even paying attention to either of them as he unbuttoned his overcoat and slid it down his arms. Terra lifted her head, bangs plastered to her forehead with sweat.
“Zidane?” she groaned.
“I’m not letting you go that easily,” the thief replied, lifting his shirt over his head to bare his chest.
“That’s cruel,” Cloud muttered. Zidane rolled his eyes.
“Don’t bitch, soldier boy, you had your turn,” he said. He unbuckled his belts and dropped his pants and undergarments in one smooth motion. Cloud caught a glance and suppressed a laugh.
“So, he’s to scale?” he thought. Zidane had said his height was just an aspect of the people of his world, so Cloud supposed it made sense. By that scale he wasn’t all that small, but still…
“I saw that,” Zidane snorted. “It’s good enough for her, and dozens of women back home.”
“Dozens? Brag much?” Cloud thought. He never understood the need to bed countless women, was it so wrong to be satisfied with one? He didn’t get the point of it when Zack bragged about his flirting during their days in Shinra, and with Zidane talking about it in their current situation it was irritating him. What did Terra think of that sort of behavior?
“Zidane,” Terra whimpered, drawing his attention back to her. “Please.”
“Please what?” Zidane replied, jerking his hips against hers. The tip of his cock slid up and down her entrance.
“Take me,” Terra begged. “I need it, please.”
“Not quite the words I’m looking for,” Zidane mused, grinding against her.
“He’s getting off on this,” Cloud realized. “He gets a kick out of being the dominant one.” He knew the ego stroke of a pleading woman too, but he never deliberately drew it out of them. He’d had Tifa and Aerith begging him, and he obliged them. “Egomaniac…”
“What was it you said to me that day in the forest?” Zidane whispered, lifting one of Terra’s legs over his shoulder and kissing her ankle. “What was it you said you’d do to Cloud?”
“Me?” Cloud thought suddenly. What was he talking about? He looked up at Zidane, who caught his glance and just widened his smirk. Beneath him Terra tilted her eyes up as she realized what he wanted.
“Come on, my girl,” he coaxed, lifting up the other leg. “Let me hear those filthy little words again.” Terra looked up at him and groaned.
“…fuck me,” she ground out.
“Cloooose,” Zidane teased.
“He’s sadistic,” Cloud thought.
“Fuck me, or I’ll let Cloud have another go,” Terra said, looking up at Cloud and smiling. Cloud looked back at her and couldn’t help but snicker. He’d be willing, more than willing, to take her up on the offer. Of course that wasn’t happening and they both knew it.
“The hell you will!” Zidane snarled, plowing into her. Terra arched again, letting out a high-pitched shriek. Zidane paused for a moment, closing his eyes. “God…” he whispered, slowly opening them again. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your cunt.” Without another hesitation he began pounding into Terra at a rapid pace, grabbing hold of her hips to keep her pulled against him. Terra cried out in time with his thrusts, her entire body flush pink. Cloud dipped his head to kiss her, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Terra moaned in response, wrapping an arm around his neck and digging her nails into his shoulder blade.
“You should be grateful you’re even touching her,” Zidane growled. Cloud let go of Terra’s lips and cast him a glance. Even inside her now he was trying to provoke him.
“I was here first,” he replied, not even thinking of what he was saying before it came out. The genome’s attitude was getting to him. He wasn’t just fucking Terra, he was trying to show off how good he thought he was at it. Cloud had taken Terra with what he preferred to think of as sensual passion, exploring her and enjoying the moment. Zidane was reckless and wild, his cock pumping in and out of her hard and fast, trying to elicit an orgasm of the same intensity.
“Cocky little bastard,” Cloud turned his attention back to Terra. He reaffirmed his decision to ignore Zidane in favor of the lovely woman they were both pleasuring, and moved down to kiss her chest. Her nipples hardened under his tongue and lips. She was so petite and yet so beautiful, Cloud couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a woman with such a small frame. He suckled her left breast, the other out of reach in his current position, so he settled for bringing his hand up to cup and fondle it. Terra’s hand on his bare back tightened its grip.
Sweat poured down Zidane’s face as he fucked Terra as hard as he could, her juices coating his cock. He hadn’t ever taken her like this, with her legs thrown up on his shoulders, and the new position was letting him hit deeper inside her than before. Terra’s skirt and the ribbons tied around it were bunched up around her waist, giving him a clear few of his manhood thrusting into her. Above him, lavishing attention on her breasts, Cloud’s attention was entirely focused on her, the fact she was currently being pleasured by someone else a distant thought for him.
“Back off of her,” Zidane ground out, his eyes flashing. Cloud turned his eyes Zidane’s way. “I wanna watch her,” the thief finished, not meeting Cloud’s look but watching Terra.
“Fine, have that bit,” Cloud thought, listening. He withdrew from Terra, giving Zidane room to lean over her. The position pushed her legs further back until Cloud thought she would snap. Terra’s eyes rolled back, her moans and cries debilitating into a long groan. Her small breasts bounced slightly, her lower body rising slightly as Zidane withdrew and then slammed back in. Terra brought her hands up to hold onto Zidane’s neck.
“That’s my girl,” Zidane whispered, a cocky smirk on his face. “Cum for me. Cum hard all over that cock that fucks you so good. And scream my name when you do it!” Zidane snarled out the last sentence. Cloud watched, somewhat amused, as much by his reaction as the situation itself.
“Does he always talk this filthy?” he thought. Zidane’s mouth was rather tame compared to this. Though some to think of it, he remembered it had been a week for him. All that pent up lust was letting itself out. Cloud felt a momentary pang of guilt for taking part in what he supposed what Zidane felt was an overdue ‘make-up screw’. “Not my fault he lost out,” he decided, pushing the pang aside.
“Z…Z…” Terra tilted her head back and let out a long, loud cry of Zidane’s name as she came, her back arching up to press into his chest. Zidane thrust twice more and threw back his head, short blond hair flying through the air. His seed shot up into Terra, four hard spurts coating her insides. Slowing down, Zidane fell onto her chest, his hips still jerking against her. Terra fell back, her head rolling to the side. She caught sight of Cloud watching her, and she just stared.
“Has it just hit her what happened?” he wondered. Not just for her, but for him. His first threesome, and with two people that he really didn’t know all that well outside of the cycles of war. “What about Zidane, has he ever done this? Doesn’t matter, even if it was he’d lie about it just to brag.” Cloud approached as Zidane pulled out of her and sat backs.
“You two are incredible,” she whispered.
“Us two?” Zidane asked skeptically. Cloud rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I was here too,” he muttered.
“Doing what, sucking on her tits? I coulda done that if you’d have gotten out of the way sooner,” Zidane quipped.
“Shut up Zidane,”’ Terra murmured. Cloud snickered as Zidane suddenly looked put out. “Even after that you still act so jealous.”
“I am not fuckin’ jealous!” Zidane seethed, instantly tensing. Cloud raised a hand to his face.
“You people are insane,” Cloud said. Arguing and bantering not seconds after they had finished sex, their lower bodies still wet with the other’s juices. Terra laughed softly.
“Blame him,” she replied. “I used to be innocent, just a couple months ago I hadn’t even kissed a man. Now look at me, I just had a threesome.”
“And you enjoyed it,” Zidane teased. “You never moaned that loud just for me. I don’t make a habit of sharing my lovers though, so don’t get used to it.”
“You’ll learn,” Terra said, “if Cloud is okay with it.”
“Okay with it?” Cloud repeated, surprised. “Did she actually just imply what I think she did?”
“I could go for this again, if it’s always like that,” Terra said, turning her head his way.
“Well…” Zidane started. “I’ve still got another six days of frustration to get out of my system…and from this point of view I’d say Cloud’s all worked up again.” Cloud looked down and let out a small growl of embarrassment as he saw the thief's assertion was correct.. He hadn't given thought to his own arousal at the time but sure enough, he was hard again. “Welcome to my world about twenty mintues ago,” Zidane laughed.
“Wait…now?” Terra asked.
“I’ll make an exception this one night. If Cloud’s up for it, that is,” Zidane shrugged. “How about it, soldier boy?”
“Sex, again?” Cloud thought. He looked at Terra. He couldn’t deny he had gotten incredibly aroused watching her. And he was intrigued by the idea of experiencing her the same way Zidane just had – hard and rough. “Yeah,” he decided.
“I can’t, do you have any idea how tired I am?” Terra protested. “I’m practically limp over here, you two may be alright but I can barely stand.”
“….well,” Zidane shrugged, “there is one way to get that energy back in a flash that I really wouldn’t mind you use.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Terra blinked as she caught on.
“That?” she said. “Zidane, I’m not sure, we’ve only done it twice.”
“Well, if you’re too tuckered out, what other choice is there? Unless you wanna pass us up,” Zidane reminded.
“What are you talking about?” Cloud asked, confused. Zidane looked at him with a wide grin.
“You ever heard of ‘Trance’, Cloud?”
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