Elegance
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
695
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 3
A “Random Final Fantasy 7 Yaoi Pairing Generator” crackfic. Zack x Rufus. Finally, the NC-17 stuff. Back into present tense we go! Originally this entire thing was stream-of-consciousness from Rufus’s point of view, but I decided to limit it.
Elegance 3
Then Zack is using his free hand to unbutton Rufus’s pants.
“Oh Shiva, I hope this doesn’t hurt as much as it sounded like it did.”
Zack is unbuckling his belt and cinching it tight around Rufus’s wrists.
“I guess Strife didn’t tell him everything,” he thinks, a bit hysterically.
Zack’s hand is hot and tight around his cock, and Rufus is surprised that he can be this hard and this scared at the same time. It feels amazing though, of course it does, he wouldn’t take risks if he didn’t anticipate a reward. He must have gauged this just right, or maybe gotten lucky, but Zack is pissed enough to be doing this but not so pissed that he’s making it hurt. Yet.
Rufus shivers, unsure if he wants it to hurt or not. The belt around his wrists is just tight enough to cause a little pain, not enough to really distract him from what Zack is doing. There has to be something wrong with liking the idea of being tied up and helpless, especially considering who he is and where his life is going, but he really can’t protest when Zack’s calloused thumb is rubbing the head of his cock, spreading slick precome. Rufus moans softly, half sitting up to loop his arms over Zack’s neck and pull him into a kiss.
Zack snarls, shoving him back down onto the carpet.
“Stay there or I’ll fucking kill you,” the soldier growls under his breath.
Oh, he really shouldn’t be enjoying this.
Zack’s tongue is toying with his nipples, and he cries out and arches his back, trying to thrust into Zack’s hand and mouth at the same time.
“Where’s the lube?” he asks, and Rufus stares at him blankly.
“Tell me you fucking used lube,” he says.
Rufus motions vaguely to his desk, finally processing what Zack had asked him for. He isn’t sure he wants Zack to fuck him, not when Zack is this pissed off and could really hurt him if he lost it, could probably break his spine. His cock is still throbbing though, his whole body is probably flushed, and he doesn’t have much of a choice anyway.
“Great, I have a kink for danger too. I’m not going to survive to take over this company,” he thinks.
Zack kneels down and spreads his legs, and Rufus moans. Zack’s hands are still hot, but slick now, one wrapped around his aching cock and the other tracing the pucker of flesh beneath his balls. One finger pushes inside of him, slowly, and he gasps. Then it slides past something inside of him and his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth goes slack and someone is moaning,
“Ohhhhhhfuck.”
Zack slides another finger into him, it’s stretching him and it hurts a little but it still feels nice and oh, there’s that spot again and he’s so close, so close already, there are harsh panting breaths in his ear and he’s not sure if they’re his or Zack’s.
And Zack is fucking him, with his fingers, and Rufus knows it’s Zack breathing in his ear, because he’s pushing down onto Zack’s fingers and his voice is ringing out in the room,
“Oh fuck, oh fuck please, please fuck me, Zack please fuck me, please it feels so good I’m going to come oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m your whore...”
Zack bites down on his neck, hard, and he comes, shouting, stars dancing behind his eyelids. He can feel blood trickling down his neck onto the carpet. At least the stain won’t show, he thinks, sighing.
Zack leaps to his feet, spitting the blood out of his mouth, breathing hard through his nose, eyes flashing wildly. Zack is staring at him, laying debauched and bloody on the floor.
Rufus laughs.
“Goddamnit!” Zack yells. He yanks his belt off of Rufus’s wrists and turns around, threading it through his belt loops. He doesn’t look back as he walks out of Rufus’s office.
Rufus gets up shakily and pads to the bathroom.
“I can’t believe I was begging for it like some 20 gil prostitute,” he mutters to his reflection, washing the blood off of his neck. The wound isn’t deep, but it’s still oozing slowly.
“Fuck,” he says, “I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks until this heals. It better not fucking scar.”
Elegance 3
Then Zack is using his free hand to unbutton Rufus’s pants.
“Oh Shiva, I hope this doesn’t hurt as much as it sounded like it did.”
Zack is unbuckling his belt and cinching it tight around Rufus’s wrists.
“I guess Strife didn’t tell him everything,” he thinks, a bit hysterically.
Zack’s hand is hot and tight around his cock, and Rufus is surprised that he can be this hard and this scared at the same time. It feels amazing though, of course it does, he wouldn’t take risks if he didn’t anticipate a reward. He must have gauged this just right, or maybe gotten lucky, but Zack is pissed enough to be doing this but not so pissed that he’s making it hurt. Yet.
Rufus shivers, unsure if he wants it to hurt or not. The belt around his wrists is just tight enough to cause a little pain, not enough to really distract him from what Zack is doing. There has to be something wrong with liking the idea of being tied up and helpless, especially considering who he is and where his life is going, but he really can’t protest when Zack’s calloused thumb is rubbing the head of his cock, spreading slick precome. Rufus moans softly, half sitting up to loop his arms over Zack’s neck and pull him into a kiss.
Zack snarls, shoving him back down onto the carpet.
“Stay there or I’ll fucking kill you,” the soldier growls under his breath.
Oh, he really shouldn’t be enjoying this.
Zack’s tongue is toying with his nipples, and he cries out and arches his back, trying to thrust into Zack’s hand and mouth at the same time.
“Where’s the lube?” he asks, and Rufus stares at him blankly.
“Tell me you fucking used lube,” he says.
Rufus motions vaguely to his desk, finally processing what Zack had asked him for. He isn’t sure he wants Zack to fuck him, not when Zack is this pissed off and could really hurt him if he lost it, could probably break his spine. His cock is still throbbing though, his whole body is probably flushed, and he doesn’t have much of a choice anyway.
“Great, I have a kink for danger too. I’m not going to survive to take over this company,” he thinks.
Zack kneels down and spreads his legs, and Rufus moans. Zack’s hands are still hot, but slick now, one wrapped around his aching cock and the other tracing the pucker of flesh beneath his balls. One finger pushes inside of him, slowly, and he gasps. Then it slides past something inside of him and his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth goes slack and someone is moaning,
“Ohhhhhhfuck.”
Zack slides another finger into him, it’s stretching him and it hurts a little but it still feels nice and oh, there’s that spot again and he’s so close, so close already, there are harsh panting breaths in his ear and he’s not sure if they’re his or Zack’s.
And Zack is fucking him, with his fingers, and Rufus knows it’s Zack breathing in his ear, because he’s pushing down onto Zack’s fingers and his voice is ringing out in the room,
“Oh fuck, oh fuck please, please fuck me, Zack please fuck me, please it feels so good I’m going to come oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m your whore...”
Zack bites down on his neck, hard, and he comes, shouting, stars dancing behind his eyelids. He can feel blood trickling down his neck onto the carpet. At least the stain won’t show, he thinks, sighing.
Zack leaps to his feet, spitting the blood out of his mouth, breathing hard through his nose, eyes flashing wildly. Zack is staring at him, laying debauched and bloody on the floor.
Rufus laughs.
“Goddamnit!” Zack yells. He yanks his belt off of Rufus’s wrists and turns around, threading it through his belt loops. He doesn’t look back as he walks out of Rufus’s office.
Rufus gets up shakily and pads to the bathroom.
“I can’t believe I was begging for it like some 20 gil prostitute,” he mutters to his reflection, washing the blood off of his neck. The wound isn’t deep, but it’s still oozing slowly.
“Fuck,” he says, “I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks until this heals. It better not fucking scar.”