Becoming SOLDIER
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
753
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own FFVII and make no money from writing this story
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Cloud stirred in his sleep, his skin dampened by droplets of cold sweat. His eyebrows tensed and his eyes squeezed together tightly his lip nothing more than a thin line. The only time they parted is when a groan would leave his throat; quiet but still unsettling. Even though it was nearly a silent protest of his dream Zack heard it none the less and tensed in his fuzzy state of sleep and awareness. Zack didn’t move he just listened; he wasn’t sure if he should wake the boy just yet. But as soon as he heard the boy whimper he knew he needed to comfort his friend. Zack turned slowly to face Cloud; he still didn’t want to wake the boy. They still had a long journey ahead of them before they made it to SOLDIER; or Shinra for that matter. Instead he instinctively reached his fingers to gently run through the hair right above Cloud’s right ear using feather like touches. Gradually the boy’s tense features began to slowly melt away; Zack knew that this would calm him it always had. When Cloud would come over in the dead of night; whether it is a thunderstorm, a nightmare, or just because he couldn’t sleep, the boy would always lie next to him and drift off with the comfort of Zack stroking that one area of hair.
One particular night, Zack recalled, Cloud had come over in the pouring rain. Cloud climbed through Zack’s window soaked to the bone. He didn’t want to wake, or frighten for that matter, Zack’s mother so he decided it wasn’t best to take the door. Pulling himself through the window Zack had sat up sleepily in bed to look at his friend; if this hadn’t occurred often he may have been shocked. Zack did frown however when he saw his friend shiver; his clothes were matted tightly against his body and his hair had even taken the liberty of falling from it’s usually spikiness to fall over the boy’s face. In the dim light Zack could only just barely make out the boy’s shaking form. Without a word his began to pull himself off his bed and made his way to Cloud before reaching his hand up and ruffling the damp locks. Before Zack had a chance to pull his hand away Cloud had grabbed his wrist; Zack noted quite weakly. There was no glare, Cloud just stood there holding his wrist staring down at the floor. Zack’s tired grin fell from his face as he heard a choked sob; under the dim light of the moon he searched Cloud’s face. He could see what he thought before as rain drops falling around the boy’s face to be a stream of tears and he cursed himself for not noticing this sooner. He pulled Cloud to him; he knew the boy would tense which he did, but soon after he began to stroke over his ear lightly with his finger tips the boy relaxed under his arms and began to shake. Zack ignored the boy’s wet clothes against him even as his own pajamas became drenched. He felt a strange calm pulling the boy to him and as Cloud had stopped shaking and began to relax he realized he didn’t want to let go of the shivering boy. He wanted to keep him safe and protect him; he wanted to keep him warm… With that last thought Zack mentally kicked himself. Here he was selfishly going over his desire to protect his friend and he was ignoring the fact that the poor boy was still in cold wet clothes! Zack hesitantly stepped back and smiled his words soft and slow to break the silence of the night, “Let’s get you some new clothes, you look like a drowned chocobo Cloudy...” Cloud began what Zack thought to be a scowl but he simply retreated the gesture; Cloud must have known he looked a mess and therefore hadn’t smacked Zack on the head and yelled at him for calling his a chocobo again. Even as Zack reached through his drawers for something to fit the younger boy he mused how funny it was when he was able to get a rise out of his friend. Without instruction Cloud had already began to strip from his wet clothes; of course leaving on his boxers until Zack had retrieved a pajama pants for him to slip into. When Zack turned to face the boy he fought his eyes from widening and forced himself to keep his breath at an even rhythm. Sure he had seen the boy in his swim trucks a few times but the way Cloud looked now was a grotesque beauty. Cloud’s damp form had a shimmer to it against the moons pale light and every tone in his tiny frame stood out more because of the shadows cast of his body. Zack found it a little morbid that he could find such a damaged image of Cloud so remarkably breath taking; the boy had obviously been crying and he shivered his skin almost tinted a pale blue from the cold. His lips even more so the way they trembled together and the way Cloud’s eyes remained half lidded…. Zack shook off his thoughts handing the clothes to Cloud before the boy turned around to get changed. Zack turned as well grabbing a fresh pair of clothes for him to put on as well.
Zack’s reminiscing was cut short as a pair of clear blue eyes focused onto his own. They nearly made his heart flutter; he assumed out of surprise as the boy had taken him off guard. He watched Cloud intently as the boy’s wide blue eyes scanned over him, his blanket pulled tightly to his chin with both of his balled fists. Zack smiled a bit worried at the boy’s impression and softened as he felt Cloud reach his hand to his face and trail his fingers across his cheek and down his chin. Cloud kept his hand cupped around Zack’s face before he pulled it back to his blanket.
“Nightmare again Cloudy…?”
Cloud nodded his head but didn’t gesture for Zack to stop trailing his fingers dancing through his hair. If anything he leaned into the familiar comfort of Zack’s stroke.
“Cloudy…What happened…”
Cloud flinched; Zack had felt it and it made him a bit more worry sum.
“Y-You….,” Cloud’s voice was strained as he forced the words from his dry throat, “…died… protecting… me, Zack.”
Zack merely smiled to the young boy, “Don’t worry Cloudy… I’m not going anywhere… And I’m sure as hell not going to die, at least until we make it too SOLDIER…” Zack realized he most likely should have worded that differently when Cloud tensed slightly again and all he could do was sigh. He gathered the boy in his arms and ruffled his hair, “Listen Cloud. We’re going to make it into SOLDIER, and I will protect you… But I won’t die, I promise.”
Cloud slowly nodded against his friend’s chest and found himself drifting back to sleep. Zack smiled as he felt the younger boy’s breathing return to normal steady rhythm indicating that Zack had successfully lulled the boy to sleep again. Zack chuckled to himself; we sure are a strange pair Cloudy… It never ceased to amaze him how close of friends him and Cloud were. Perhaps even closer than friends normally were, but it just felt right to the both of them; and they weren’t going to question why. Zack soon fell back into sleep smiling contently.
One particular night, Zack recalled, Cloud had come over in the pouring rain. Cloud climbed through Zack’s window soaked to the bone. He didn’t want to wake, or frighten for that matter, Zack’s mother so he decided it wasn’t best to take the door. Pulling himself through the window Zack had sat up sleepily in bed to look at his friend; if this hadn’t occurred often he may have been shocked. Zack did frown however when he saw his friend shiver; his clothes were matted tightly against his body and his hair had even taken the liberty of falling from it’s usually spikiness to fall over the boy’s face. In the dim light Zack could only just barely make out the boy’s shaking form. Without a word his began to pull himself off his bed and made his way to Cloud before reaching his hand up and ruffling the damp locks. Before Zack had a chance to pull his hand away Cloud had grabbed his wrist; Zack noted quite weakly. There was no glare, Cloud just stood there holding his wrist staring down at the floor. Zack’s tired grin fell from his face as he heard a choked sob; under the dim light of the moon he searched Cloud’s face. He could see what he thought before as rain drops falling around the boy’s face to be a stream of tears and he cursed himself for not noticing this sooner. He pulled Cloud to him; he knew the boy would tense which he did, but soon after he began to stroke over his ear lightly with his finger tips the boy relaxed under his arms and began to shake. Zack ignored the boy’s wet clothes against him even as his own pajamas became drenched. He felt a strange calm pulling the boy to him and as Cloud had stopped shaking and began to relax he realized he didn’t want to let go of the shivering boy. He wanted to keep him safe and protect him; he wanted to keep him warm… With that last thought Zack mentally kicked himself. Here he was selfishly going over his desire to protect his friend and he was ignoring the fact that the poor boy was still in cold wet clothes! Zack hesitantly stepped back and smiled his words soft and slow to break the silence of the night, “Let’s get you some new clothes, you look like a drowned chocobo Cloudy...” Cloud began what Zack thought to be a scowl but he simply retreated the gesture; Cloud must have known he looked a mess and therefore hadn’t smacked Zack on the head and yelled at him for calling his a chocobo again. Even as Zack reached through his drawers for something to fit the younger boy he mused how funny it was when he was able to get a rise out of his friend. Without instruction Cloud had already began to strip from his wet clothes; of course leaving on his boxers until Zack had retrieved a pajama pants for him to slip into. When Zack turned to face the boy he fought his eyes from widening and forced himself to keep his breath at an even rhythm. Sure he had seen the boy in his swim trucks a few times but the way Cloud looked now was a grotesque beauty. Cloud’s damp form had a shimmer to it against the moons pale light and every tone in his tiny frame stood out more because of the shadows cast of his body. Zack found it a little morbid that he could find such a damaged image of Cloud so remarkably breath taking; the boy had obviously been crying and he shivered his skin almost tinted a pale blue from the cold. His lips even more so the way they trembled together and the way Cloud’s eyes remained half lidded…. Zack shook off his thoughts handing the clothes to Cloud before the boy turned around to get changed. Zack turned as well grabbing a fresh pair of clothes for him to put on as well.
Zack’s reminiscing was cut short as a pair of clear blue eyes focused onto his own. They nearly made his heart flutter; he assumed out of surprise as the boy had taken him off guard. He watched Cloud intently as the boy’s wide blue eyes scanned over him, his blanket pulled tightly to his chin with both of his balled fists. Zack smiled a bit worried at the boy’s impression and softened as he felt Cloud reach his hand to his face and trail his fingers across his cheek and down his chin. Cloud kept his hand cupped around Zack’s face before he pulled it back to his blanket.
“Nightmare again Cloudy…?”
Cloud nodded his head but didn’t gesture for Zack to stop trailing his fingers dancing through his hair. If anything he leaned into the familiar comfort of Zack’s stroke.
“Cloudy…What happened…”
Cloud flinched; Zack had felt it and it made him a bit more worry sum.
“Y-You….,” Cloud’s voice was strained as he forced the words from his dry throat, “…died… protecting… me, Zack.”
Zack merely smiled to the young boy, “Don’t worry Cloudy… I’m not going anywhere… And I’m sure as hell not going to die, at least until we make it too SOLDIER…” Zack realized he most likely should have worded that differently when Cloud tensed slightly again and all he could do was sigh. He gathered the boy in his arms and ruffled his hair, “Listen Cloud. We’re going to make it into SOLDIER, and I will protect you… But I won’t die, I promise.”
Cloud slowly nodded against his friend’s chest and found himself drifting back to sleep. Zack smiled as he felt the younger boy’s breathing return to normal steady rhythm indicating that Zack had successfully lulled the boy to sleep again. Zack chuckled to himself; we sure are a strange pair Cloudy… It never ceased to amaze him how close of friends him and Cloud were. Perhaps even closer than friends normally were, but it just felt right to the both of them; and they weren’t going to question why. Zack soon fell back into sleep smiling contently.