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Revival of the Departed	By : Jdee Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 1194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Revival of the Departed
Author: J'dee
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: Mature - NC-17
Pairs: Genesis x Zack, Seph x Zack, + Solo, hand job.
Story: Alive and well, Zack has returned… but he's not alone. He houses Sephiroth inside him who is using his body to finish what he started. Will Cloud be able to kill Sephiroth or has he tainted Zack so much that Cloud will have to fight his friend instead.
(Het/Yaoi/Non-Con)
AN: Wow it's been pretty long hasn't it... a lot has happened, my mother passed away, there were two major earthquakes in my city I moved countries... again and then moved states and *pinches bridge of nose* Kinda lost contact with my beta and argh inspiration for this chapter was lacking...
Disclaimer: Make no money yadda yadda yadda, not my characters ect ect
Chapter Thirty-Two
The sound of material hitting the ground was all he heard as his hand covered his face, to hide the flush in his cheeks. Genesis behind him his hand tormenting him. Genesis had made a reference to him not being Angeal but having to do.
Zack just whined, he wasn't getting a break not a single break. He could feel the exhaustion settling in, but despite how tired he was his body responded.

Zack let his forehead rest against the tree. 'I can't... take much more of this.'
He just wanted to be left alone.

'I just want my body back... I want to live.'
Zack felt his arms lifted the top pulled off and his belt and pants removed, he was maneuvered to the grass and he landed on all fours, strength to fight gone, his head dropped in defeat. The ultimate humiliation was unable to fight Genesis and have the pretty boy take him while the heavens watched.
Zack felt the blush as he looked up to the sky.
'Puppet, dog of the military whatever I am I just want it to be over with.' His fingers dug into the ground.
The touches, even as gentle as they were, felt like an intrusion on his skin, in his head, in his body. His composure, his heart, no more light hearted jokes, no more quips.
No more, this was his breaking point. Oh how at this moment he felt the hatred for all things ShinRa boiling beneath the surface. He felt the anger the pain they had caused everyone. They had done this to him. It was their fault. It was pure bloodied rage.
Fingers scissored their way inside and Zack bit the flesh on his own arm with a low growl. He heard the darkened chuckle behind him.
“Like a dog knawing off his own arm to be free.” Genesis seemed amused.
'Fuck you...' Zack thought. His heart clenched and he felt the hand on his face. He felt Genesis' hand roll over his cheek, slowly behind his ears digging into his hair.
The hard tug his hair was given made Zack gasp and he felt the mouth moving over his as he was pulled onto Genesis' lap. The former first class taking full control of his mouth.
“The poor puppy has lost his will to go on.” Genesis' words meant nothing to him. He had defeated this man once and if he hadn't been reckless and left without a weapon he would have beaten him again.
The gloved hand moved over his chest and downward Zack felt the friction of leather as it moved over his length and he felt his breath intake as his hips were lifted and then he felt the pressure.
“G-gah!” Zack felt the penetration his hand falling behind to grab onto something, anything for balance and his hand connected with Genesis' thigh.
The mouth of the loveless addict whispering words into his ear, the breath caressing the back of his neck driving Zack hot.
His face flushing as hips rocked up against his, a tongue in the most featherlight motion rolling over the edge of his ear.
“My friend, your desire...” Genesis' hand rolled over Zack's length stroking, squeezing at the tip. “Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.”
Zack gasped, oh how he freaken hated Loveless, so how? How could this twisted man make him so hot over just a couple of lines?
Genesis moved his free hand to tilt Zack's mouth to his, claiming the puppy's mouth he could taste and feel how the man had matured.
Muscles flexed as the sweat of arousal rolled over the tanned flesh.
He had transformed into a well endowed man, with Angeal's strength in those arms as they gripped at his thighs. Holding on with a strength Genesis found all to familiar. Angeal's strength.
The puppy's hips moved of his own accord eyes half lidded as he rode the need, the want and desire through.
Angeal's death was a tragedy, but he left behind a legacy of his life, a man whom Sephiroth could control at a whim.
Genesis' hand flickered over the length and he could hear Zack's needy pants and gasps for air as he thrust against Genesis' gloved hand, then back swallowing Genesis' need of release into his body.
“Angeal trained you well.” Genesis' mouth moved over Zack's lips claiming them.
The puppy's tongue moved hungrily with his mind lost in the sexual bliss.
It was a shame what ShinRa had done to him. But he wouldn't argue with what the man's body wanted. It only took a moment to turn him into this sexual beast, with the need to be sated by another man.
Zack could only ride the waves of lust riding Genesis' lap, the leather contrasting against his length. It twitched and he shivered he was so close, he could feel the build up and his thrusts grew urgent, fixated on that single moment.
The other leather clad hand rolled over his chest tweaking a nipple, before moving to his lips, Zack's mouth opened and he felt the leather thumb move over his bottom lip.
Every touch, drove the need onward, riding Genesis faster, he could feel that over sensitized spot hit time and time against, the rubbing of hardened male flesh against it. The hand moved from his lips to his chest rolling over his other nipple pinching and twisting it. The leather rolled down his abdomen to underneath his hardened length the leather rolling between his sacs lightly he thrust back hard and fast in shock and his release came without warning.
Genesis pumped the last of Zack's release from his length til it was sated. His hands moved to Zack's hips holding them in place as he continued thrusting up into the heat seeking his own release.
The tightened heat sucking his release from him his mouth moved over Zack's neck up to his ear.
“I offer thee this silent sacrifice...”
Zack felt himself freed from Genesis' hold as the man stood up over him. Zack fell to his hands and knees his face flushed.
He could feel the sweat drop from his body and he could hear Genesis putting his clothes back on.
Zack glanced over his shoulder looking up at Genesis.
The former first class was doing up his pants and pulling on his leather jacket leaving his shirt on the ground for Zack to clean himself off with.
“Damn you.” Zack hissed. His fist hit the ground in realization. He gripped the grass beneath his hand angrily. The anger at himself for falling so hard, and fast into Genesis like he was some horny highschool teenager.
“Know this Zack Fair... I'll come back to you. Even if you don't promise to wait. I'll return knowing you'll be here.” With that Genesis' wing shot out and he took to the skies.
Zack's hand moved to his face. His shoulders shook and he fell to the grass shivering.
~*~*~*~
Cloud frowned looking at the clock, the others had gone to bed, the bar was closed, they were supposed to have trained tonight, but Zack hadn't returned.
Cloud just sat at the bar the glass of water in front of him. The only company he had was the loud TICK TICK of the clock.
Vincent had left two hours ago to go look for Zack but he hadn't answered a single call and Cloud couldn't help but worry.
Taking a sip from the glass Cloud tried to keep his eyes open, they weren't going to train tonight obviously which made Cloud worry even more the less time Zack got to practice and hone his skills, the more chance he had of Sephiroth defeating him.
The sound of the door opened and Cloud stood up turning round. He stopped seeing Vincent standing there and in his arms was Zack just hanging there limply.
“Is he-?” Cloud began panicked, he hoped Zack was alright.
“Unconscious. I found him lying naked in the grass. Genesis obviously did what he had to and left.”
Cloud followed Vincent up the stairs and the immortal set Zack down on the bed, before turning to Cloud.
“Tomorrow will be a big day, you should rest.”
Vincent walked past him. “If ShinRa keeps this up, I'm afraid Zack will really loose.”
Cloud watched Vincent leave and he turned to Zack walking up to the bed he sat down on it before setting the bottle of water down there for Zack when he woke up.
Cloud moved his hand to brush the single bang from Zack's eye. He saw the eyes flutter open, the green eyes of Sephiroth stared at him thoughtful for a moment.
“Zack?”
He saw Zack's hand move to his face and Cloud felt the hand tremble as it touched his cheek, fingers slipped into the back of his hair and Zack pulled him down. Lips touched his softly making Cloud blush as the tongue smoothed over the roof of his mouth, before rolling round his tongue and drawing it out hungrily, sucking on it lightly.
Cloud could feel the need stir between his legs and he groaned.
Zack let him go and Cloud saw the saddened smile.
“I passed out Cloudy, I'm sorry... tomorrow though. It'll be a better day tomorrow.” Zack whispered his eyes closing again.
Cloud could feel his heart pounding in his chest it was so loud and painful and his hand moved to chest.
“Good night Zack.” He stood up walking to the door. He didn't want to leave but Zack had caused a great friction that he needed to be freed from starting with a cold shower.
~*~*~*~
Zack stirred in the bed walking up as he felt the cool hand against his burning up forehead.
He got up slowly and opened the window and his hands leaned on the pane as he looked out at the sky over Edge.
His heart hurt and he felt heavy, burdened more than any man could or should carry on his own.
“The way he touched you... he wished you were Angeal.”
Zack looked up blinking, he walked to the mirror to look at Sephiroth's reflection staring back at him.
Zack's hand moved to the mirror and he placed his hand against it.
“It hurts... I don't know how much more I can take Seph. I want to help you. The longer your in there.... I just want...”
“Me.” Sephiroth's mouth tilted up at the corner in a smirk and Zack saw Sephiroth's reflection vanish and only his own reflection remained those Mako green eyes glowing so brightly.
Zack's hand moved to his chest and he saw the blush on his face.
“I want you...” He repeated the images of Sephiroth dominating him from his dream flashed though his head.
Zack shook his head his hands moving to grab at his skull. “No! I wanna help you! Help you...” He breathed doubling over.
Zack staggered to the bed and he fell upon it his body shivered as he felt the ghost like phantom touches. How was Sephiroth getting stronger? How could he do this right after Genesis?
Rolling onto his back Zack groaned feeling the need form inside him again, his hand moved to cover his face.
“I want to watch you.”
“Hnnn...”
Zack's eye's opened and he sat up almost mechanical, he stood up undoing the belt of his pants he pulled them off tossing them to the side. He lifted his shirt off and dropped it to the ground. He was burning up he could feel it like fire beneath his skin. Dropping his boxers next, he kicked them to the side.
“Where do you want me to-?” He stopped blushing and looking to the mirror seeing his naked reflection. Without a word he blinked what was wrong with him? Sephiroth wanted to watch him jerk off so he just automatically drops his kit, but when Genesis tries he fights. Confusion he saw it on his face.
“On the desk...” Sephiroth's voice stated.
Zack moved to the desk leaning against it he glanced to the mirror and he could see the darkness on the other side lighten, then he saw Sephiroth's figure step into view.
“You must be... getting stronger... to do that while I'm awake.”
“You can't suppress me for much longer.”
“I've taken too much power haven't I? To the point where you're getting a share.”
Sephiroth stepped forward and Zack looked up at the ghost like apparition in front of him. He felt Sephiroth's hand move to his hair.
“Show me... your need...”
Zack blushed. “I...”
He felt the hand touch him cooling his body down and he groaned as the pale ghost like hand rolled down his body, he could feel Sephiroth's eyes rolling over his skin as the hand rolled over his length bringing it to a solid hardness.
“Show me.”
Zack lent against the desk, his hand moved to his arousal his hand rolled over the flesh and his eyes met Sephiroth's, the hunger in the former General's eyes made him yearn inside to put on the best damn show he could muster.
Stroking his length slow at first, shyly languidly before lightly squeezing the tip then rolling up to the base. He began to stroke himself.
Sephiroth's figure stood in front of him watching and Zack felt his hardness increase under those watchful Mako green pools.
He knew he shouldn't even be doing this where anyone could walk in but he couldn't help it. Zack began pumping his hand over his length harder, faster more desperately.
He saw Sephiroth lean over him the long flowing silver hair covering him as lips captured his, it was weird having an apparition stealing his mouth the ghost tongue driving inside his mouth tongue fucking him with need.
Zack was lost and groaned against the mouth as his hand continued to dry pump his length, his hips jerking into his palm eagerly.
“You make me want you...” Zack hissed. “I hate that... I should hate you... But why do I want to...Why do I want...” He gasped feeling Sephiroth's ghost hand over his helping his hand pump his arousal faster.
“You've had everyone under the sun thrown at you by ShinRa you've become their whore.” Sephiroth spoke calmly as his hand helped Zack reach his near completion.
Zack scoffed. “Yeah I know...”
“Whores even the worst of them crave for that one person, that they can never have.”
Zack's mouth opened his eyes widened. “I'm not-”
Sephiroth's hand rolled between his legs to gently fondle the swollen and sensitive sacs, Zack gasped at the ghost like touch, his hips jerked and he felt his release and he gasped as Sephiroth's mouth moved over his, the hair brushing along his chest. Zack moaned his hips slowing down as he pumped the last of his release from his aching length.
“You want what you can not have... For we will never be separate, you want to know what it would feel like.”
Zack felt Sephiroth's ghost hand move over his chest, long fingers moved up to Zack's mouth, a solo finger slipping into Zack's mouth and he groaned wanting to taste the flesh behind it.
The finger withdrew, before Sephiroth placed his thumbs over Zack's eyes. “You need to understand why you can never ever have what you want. You need to wallow in the depths of the pain, I have endured and you need to join with me.”
Zack felt the bolt of pain shoot through his skull and he dropped to his knees, his hands going to his head.
Gasping Zack looked up the ghost was gone and Zack looked to the wooden floor his face flushing at the proof of his solo act.
“Damnit Seph what are you doing to me?” He hissed and got up grabbing his shirt, he wiped himself down and dropped the shirt over the mark on the floor, he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on before grabbing the bottle of water and downing the entire thing, before he flopped onto the bed exhausted.
~*~*~*~
The breeze blew through the open window causing him to stir uncomfortably, his mind racing with the night. The gentle sound of rain like tears from the lifestream, crying for all the pain the world had suffered over the years of agonizing torture.
He could feel him so close, yet he was so far away. Moving from the bed the sheet landed pooled over the bed like the waves of a gentle ocean. Moving to the window his hand touched the glass, his forehead resting against the cool glass, as if to try and ease the burning sensation on inside his head.
Thoughts and images, memories so strong that it caused his heart to break. He didn't understand why he was shown these things.
Zack turned round, the back of his head being soothed in favour against the glass. Looking at the ceiling, all he could do was bask in the pain of the memories he had been shown.
Glasses glinting menacingly behind bars as the small silver haired child sat in the corner of the dampened room, naked saved for a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he shivered.
“Will you be a good boy now Sephiroth?” The voice harsh, like several needles piercing his flesh.

The whimpers of a child who merely only nodded.
The lock on the door clicked and the wooden door with the small barred window opened up. The light from the hall stretching through like a carpet being laid out for that final walk to death.
The darkened figure stood there a single hand out. “Now come to daddy...”
The child jumped up and ran to the hand, grabbing the larger hand. The white lab coat flapped as he turned round guiding the small child out into the uncertain light.
Zack's hand moved to his chest as he breathed deeply. Unable to face the memories being shown to him by the intruder in his head.
Images flashing through the back of his eyes.
Angeal
Genesis
Their taunts, their smiles, their teasing quips, as the three sat around a table together, teenagers dressed in SOLDIER uniforms doing their studies.
Casual conversations that normal teenage boys had about freedom, dreams of grandeur, becoming stronger to battle their oppressors.
Seeing his friends pulled from him into the small room, panicked screaming for their release. Running to the door fist banging against it desperately.
Moving to the room next door and seeing a young Angeal strapped down to the table, the horrid man with frizzy brunette hair, in a lab coat standing over Angeal cutting in to the flesh.
The agonized cry that drove chills down his spine.
The gloved hand touching the glass helplessly, unable to protect his friend as he cried out in pain, wrists pulling against the restraints.
Zack shivered, sliding down to under the window, his hands going into his hair. Their was an agonizing cry, screaming in the back of his mind and his hands covered his ears. He wanted it to stop. He didn't want it anymore. He didn't want to see any more pain, he didn't want to feel any more hurt, it broke his heart and shattered his normal fun loving exterior.
Waiting helpless outside the lab as Genesis was tended to and patched up. Wishing it was him in there, not Angeal donating whatever was needed to help his friend. All he could do was stand there, wait, feel weak and helpless. Hand moving to the door and hearing the scream of pain from beyond the door. Fist clenching against the door, his head touching the metal as he prayed and waited.
Only to be dragged away, for his own torture was to begin, the glasses glinted above him. Lying naked and strapped to the table as the pain of needle after needle piercing his skin. The contents making him shudder involuntarily. His stomach turning in knots, the sensation of wanting to curl up onto his side and cry in pain.
The results of the torment, curled up in bed the blanket wrapped round his form as he choked and shivered from the side effects of the experiments. Coughing and rolling over in his own nightmarish sweat, induced from hours of long torture, of being poked and prodded like some lab rat.
Zack doubled over, his hands touching the ground hands, nails scrapping at the floor as he sucked in a breath greedily.
“No more.” His voice hoarse, his throat dry.
The dry retching feeling forming.
Wallowing in pain, he was shown the moment, the truth behind the experiments, while reading the books in the Nibelhiem library. His truth. His life created for a purpose. The hatred for them, for the pain they caused him, his friends, the planet, the un-denying ability to know he had the power to end it all. End all of the pain of everyone that ShinRa had tainted with their filth.
The heated sensation, of his hatred burning him from the inside out, consuming him, making him want revenge.
Then came that cooling sensation, hands so cold it was like death touched him. Zack glanced up and in the small room he could see Sephiroth's phantom figure standing there Jenova curled around him as the flames burned behind them.
Zack saw the hand that turned round for him, that reached for him, and his hand moved outright, ready to grab Sephiroth's hand, ready to pull him out of the dark hole he had been forced into from years of torment.
He was close to reaching him and their fingers brushed lightly, before Sephiroth was yanked from his sight into the flames and Zack's hand moved to his face.
The guilt building up inside the inability to save his friend, his idol. The one who had helped pull him from his pit of despair after Angeal's death.
He had lost another one and his heart broke as he slumped to the ground defeated. All that was left was the lingering thoughts of revenge.
~*~*~*~
“Morning Zack...” Tifa set a generic instant coffee down in front of him. Zack picked it up and tipped the contents back like it was a shot.
Cloud stopped looking at Zack, his eyes the snake like pupils in the middle of a pool of Mako green.
“I want to go to ShinRa today... I need to see the president.” Zack spoke.
Cloud froze the chill in Zack's voice it didn't feel right. “Zack...”
“It overflowed... everything ShinRa feed me. My body... it can't take it the power the strength, I'm a programmed SOLDIER I fight, I kill... I don't fucken take well to becoming some ShinRa prostitute.” His fist clenched, the leather of his gloves creaking. “Genesis was too much. His energy... leaked and Sephiroth got a good amount of it.”
Cloud glanced at Tifa as she looked at Zack worriedly.
“I want to destroy them... ShinRa... needs to die...” He turned round grabbing the buster sword before holding it up to the air. He hooked the sword to magnet on his back.
Cloud ran up to Zack and grabbed him, pulling him back. “Zack... Zack!”
The smirk on Zack's face made Cloud freeze.
“Don't worry I won't be long Cloudy...” The cold heartless smirk was unfamiliar to Cloud, the hand moved to the door.
“We're going together remember all of us today... just wait.” Cloud pulled Zack back, he glanced Tifa an apologetic look before hooking his hands into Zack's collar and pulling the former first class to him, his mouth crashing against his.
Zack's hand moved to Cloud's face the mouth moving desperately seeking out Cloud's tongue.
“I'll go and make some more coffee...” Tifa cleared her throat before heading into the kitchen.
Zack felt Cloud let him go and he blinked dazed for a moment.
“Oooh my head.” Zack held the side of it.
Cloud let out a sigh. “Zack...”
“Wow that was intense...” Zack let out a nervous laugh. “My bad I guess I just... slept wrong or something.” He patted Cloud on the head.
“Zack.” Cloud frowned.
“Sorry spiky.” Zack slipped past Cloud moving back to the bar.
“Zack...” Cloud's voice took on a more agitated tone.
Zack grinned. “Hey do we have any bacon I feel like bacon.”
“ZACK!” Cloud grabbed him by the collar and shook him.
Zack grabbed Cloud's hands. “Whhhhoa and I thought I slept wrong.”
“That's bullshit, you didn't sleep wrong. Sephiroth. It was Sephiroth wasn't it?! Tell me!” Cloud shouted.
Zack sighed. “No I'm afraid not... that was me...” His fist clenched. “I... was visited by Sephiroth last night, that much was Sephiroth's doing.” He saw Cloud's eye twitch.
“Hey easy Cloud. It's just- He showed me all his pain... this suffering- no his suffering the suffering of Angeal and Genesis...” Zack felt his fist clench at the memories, the anger was boiling again, “and all I could feel was this burning sensation to just hurt them... like they hurt Angeal... I just wanted...” Zack trailed off before he could ram his fist through something... anything.
“Revenge.” Cloud spoke quietly.
Zack's hand moved to his face and he sighed. “It's consuming me Cloud...” He saw the expression on Cloud's face. “It burns me from the inside and tears at my heart. They were monsters to them Hojo and Hollander...”
“They're dead Zack. Hojo and Hollander are dead.” Cloud took his hand. “You killed Hollander and Vincent well he took care of what was left of Hojo.”
“But ShinRa it's still around and I just want-”
“Rufus is a good person... he may hide a thing or two from people, but that's just who he is, keeping a secret, it's not worth killing him over he hated his father for what he did.”
“You of all people defending Rufus...” Tifa stated walking back with a fresh cup of coffee. “Feeling better Zack?” She smiled.
Zack rubbed behind his head. “Yeah sorry about before.”
“Coffee?”
“Oooooooh yeah!” He raced up to the counter.
Cloud let out a breath of relief and he heard the door open for the lot from downstairs as they all seemed to emerge.
~*~*~*~
Zack cracked his neck as he looked round the training room then grabbed the side of it.
“That sounded like it hurt.” Shelke looked up at him.
Zack smiled at the petite girl. “Nah... just fluid in the neck. I've spent more time looking at my feet over these past few weeks, I've forgotten what it was like to look up.”
Cloud walked up to him. “I told Rufus about earlier... He's vacated the area just in case. Tseng made him.”
Zack smiled. “That's good. I don't want to hurt anybody.”
“So how we doing this spiky?” Barrett asked clipping a bazooka change on to his bionic arm.
Zack's eye twitched at the sight of the gun. 'Ooooh that is sooooo going to hurt.' He thought ruefully.
Zack laughed. “Um I hadn't thought about that really.”
“I say we take him all on at once!” Yuffie announced.
“I'm down with that.” Cid agreed flicking under his nose with a smirk.
Vincent looked to Zack, saying nothing but Zack knew that look and his eye twitched nervously as Vincent's hand moved towards Death Penalty.
“I have some Curaga if you're worried about getting hurt.” Red XIII spoke to Zack.
Zack rubbed behind his neck seeing Vincent pull his hand back from Death Penalty.
“I say we split into two groups, Cid, Barrett, Yuffie, Red. You four take on Zack first. Treat it like he is Sephiroth.” Vincent stated. “Cloud, Tifa, myself and Shelke will be in a round after Zack has recovered.”
Zack let out a breath of relieve.
“Oooooh and how about us then?” Reno's voice purred from the door.
Zack's head shot up and he looked at Reno, Rude, Elena and Cissnei and he sweatdropped.
“I'm feeling a little out numbered here.” Zack laughed nervously.
“Good because this is long over due.” Vincent stated, red eyes narrowing.
Zack cleared his throat. 'I feel like I'm being punished here... but yet I want this, it's an odd feeling.' He jumped a few feet back into the center of the room. “Alright then whose first?!” He cried bouncing from one foot to the other a grin spreading across his mouth.

To Be Continued...
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