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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 - this part based after Dirge of Cerberus
Rating: Mature - NC-17
Pairs: Sephiroth x Zack
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 except with a little more perversions.
(Het/Yaoi/Non-Con)
AN: And it's finally here the Seph Zack dream state battle.
Disclaimer: Make no money yadda yadda yadda, not my characters ect ect
Chapter Thirty-Seven

He picked the cordless up, moving into the kitchen he checked on the food. It was nearly done. So close to being finished.
Dialing in Seventh Heaven's number he let it ring.
“Get off me I'm calling Cloud.” he hissed.
She screeched and he dropped to one knee, dropping the phone as she continued screeching till he was sure he couldn't hear anything but that high pitched ringing. His throat grabbed he found himself looking up at Jenova, how had she gotten so strong so fast? Quinn said she was weak, unless Sephiroth...
Then he felt the sting on a slap, her palm hitting his face.
“Look what you've made me do! Such a naughty son.”
“Cloud.” He said his voice calm clear.
She screeched again slapping him again.
“Cloud, Cloud, Cloud, Cloud... I hope Cloud kills you, you bitch.” She screeched and he was slammed to the ground, then she was silent.
Zack reached for the phone and placed it to his ear lying on the ground. It was still ringing. That was unusual. Was something wrong at their end?
~*~*~*~
Tifa kept glancing to the phone, but she was caught trying to sign for a package. She looked to Cloud sitting at the bar just staring into his glass, off in his own world.
“Cloud!”
“Hm?” He looked up.
She nodded her head to the stairs, where the phone was ringing upstairs.
Cloud stood up and headed up the stairs, he walked into the office picking it up.
“Hello?”
“Bout time you picked up. Were you getting some head or something?” Zack's voice on the other end.
Cloud pinched the bridge of his nose. “No. You?”
“Not quite. But I did something stupid Cloudy...” Zack sighed.
Cloud turned round and he leaned against the wall. “That would be?” He asked.
“I think I infected Cissnei. Can you get Ezekiel to get a cure quick smart. I don't think a morning after pill will prevent this.”
Cloud thumped the back of his head against the wall. “Were you even thinking?”
“I'm sorry... It's just... I don't want to die again.” Zack breathed.
Cloud froze, it was at that moment he heard the sadness in Zack's voice and his heart clenched.
“That gave you no right to think with your other head Zack.” Cloud growled, but he let out a defeated breath now was not the time to scold his mentor, his friend for his idiocy. “I'll talk to Ezekiel. The serum is here when do you want to do this?”
“Tomorrow... I'm just really tired. I want to spend the night with her. If that's okay...” Zack sounded exhausted, defeated and Cloud wanted to run over there and pick him up.
“Okay. But... if you need to come back tonight just call my cell. I'll come get you.”
“I promised her a dinner... So I'm going to make her a dinner.” Zack sounded determined.
“Okay... take it easy though.”
“Promise.” Zack replied.
Cloud hung up the phone. He had wanted to mention Zack's mother calling but he couldn't, Zack didn't need to hear that right now.
~*~*~*~
By the time Cissnei returned she stopped to see a nice clothe covering her table a pair of candles in the middle and surrounding it was a serious of delicious looking foreign foods.
She stopped and looked up to Zack. He was just cleaning up in the kitchen.
“Zack... are you feeling better?”
He smiled at her before walking up to her his mouth touching her lips softly. “Yeah. I wanna make this a good night. Tomorrow I fight Sephiroth so just in case...”
Cissnei placed her finger to his lips. “I understand.” Her eyes skimming the foods again. “Looks delicious.”
~*~*~*~
Zack was kind of glad when they skipped going out for drinks, he just lay next to her lazily in bed, his arms wrapped around her as they watched a dvd on the television in her room. Her head curled into his chest, he was okay with this for his last night, or the last night with Sephiroth housed in him, after Sephiroth was gone all he needed to do was destroy Jenova.
Nipping at Cissnei's ear, she smiled, her hand drawing circles on his chest.
“It was a good dinner. Lovely even.”
“Cissnei if I don't make it... Can you make sure my mother knows this time.” Zack whispered. He saw her look up at him.
“Zack...” She shook her head. “I can't... because I know you will make it, do what you have to. I won't loose you again. It hurt too much the first time.”
Zack tilted her head up to his kissing her. “Thank you for watching over them for me.”
“They were all of you I had left I had no choice.” She whispered.
Zack grinned before slipping out from under her and moving over her. His body rolling over hers.
“Again?” Cissnei blinked in shock. “Condoms this time mister.” She poked him in the chest. “I'm not birthing the next Jenova or Sephiroth thank you.”
~*~*~*~
Cloud was the first one up the next morning. He was cleaning the bar down when Tifa emerged and she looked at him. Walking up behind him she placed her arms round his waist her cheek resting against his back.
He was dressed in usual attire of black pants, navy turtle neck, black boots, the half skirt, long sleeve and the armour on his shoulder.
He looked more ready for battle than for cleaning her bar.
Cloud placed his hand over hers and he squeezed it in his gloved hand.
“I might have to kill Zack today.” He whispered. “I don't know if I can.”
“It won't come to that.”
Cloud brought her hand up to his mouth kissing it softly. “You didn't hear him yesterday. You really didn't hear him.”
“Cloud Zack survived death once. He can survive this.” She whispered.
~*~*~*~
Zack made it to the bar, he was still yawning from Reno's rude awakening of bursting in on him and Cissnei first thing in the morning. Luckily Rude had snatched the camera phone from his hand before more embarrassment could be endured.
Zack walked into the bar and he looked back at the car where Rude sat behind the wheel and Reno was on the outside sitting on the bonnet.
Pushing the door to the bar open. Zack smiled at the sight. Cloud leaning against the bar held Tifa, one arm around her, the other resting back on the bar as their mouths moved together.
He thought it would hurt, but it felt nice to see them comfort each other like that.
“Soooooo...” Zack slipped up behind Tifa peering at Cloud over her shoulder. “Room for one more.”
He was greeted with an elbow to the abs by Tifa who pulled back and shot him a look.
“I was just asking.” Zack grinned as she slipped out of Cloud's arm before smiling at the blonde. “Man you are so getting laid tonight.” He added.
Zack turned to Cloud seeing him pinch the bridge of his nose. “Zack... I'm going to assume you got laid last night to have this energy in you.” He retorted.
“Oooooh yeah I lost count though.” He blinked for a moment. “You're not jealous are you?” Zack nudged Cloud in the side.
Cloud blushed. “Will you cut that out. How come my memories of you, were when you were less annoying?”
“Because all the really annoying ones were when you were out cold.” Zack teased. His expression grew serious. “Cloud. I know this is a bit much. Today is going to be big. But I'm not fighting just Sephiroth anymore I'm fighting Jenova too. I'm back to square one. So if I don't-” He stopped.
“I'll do my best.” Cloud lowered his head.
Zack pulled him into a hug. “Thanks Cloudy. But I'll do my best to so you don't have to.”
~*~*~*~
Zack looked to the cold metal looking table laid out in the middle of the room. Quinn in the corner leaning against the wall. Ezekiel motioned at the table.
Zack's hand went to his chest the memories flooding back of being strapped to that table by Hojo. He felt his eyes close and his head dropped defeated walking up to the metal table sucking in a deep breath. He opened his eyes as he could feel the cold steel, his hand touching the table half in fear half in uncertainty. Willingly becoming that test subject again.
“I'm not Hojo Zack.” Ezekiel stated. “Your safety comes before anything.”
Lying down on the cold metal slab, he felt Ezekiel strap him down.
“But not my comfort obviously.” Zack flinched as he felt the binds on the table pinch. “Hey easy!”
Ezekiel lent down the long hair falling over his shoulder. “This is for our safety I'm sorry. I know how you feel about scientists. But how do you think Sephiroth feels.”
Zack nodded his head slowly. He understood and he sucked in a breath as Ezekiel strapped a tourniquet round his bicep squeezing it tight before picking up a needle and filling it with the serum.
“Remember Zack, Cloud is right outside if something goes wrong then we will let him in. But we'd rather he didn't see you like this and I know you feel the same.” Ezekiel stated.
Zack let out a breath. “Okay lets do this.”
Ezekiel squeezed the plunger of the needle removing the access air. “Remember Zack fight him, do not forget that, fight Sephiroth.” Ezekiel gave him a stern look.
Zack blushed. “Wh-what did you think I was going to do?!” He exclaimed.
“You suffer Stockholm syndrome brother.” Quinn stated. “Ezekiel, myself and Cloud... we all know this. You have formed sympathy towards brother letting him consume you.”
Zack looked to the side at the binds round his wrist and ankles. “So one moment you're all gung ho to help me save him, it's like what fuck him? Kill him? Let him die?”
“You could have saved him, if mother did not return to your body. But now... you have no hope.” Quinn stated.
Zack's fists clenched and he growled. “Screw you guys too.” He hissed.
There was the sting of the needle and Zack felt the liquid moving through his veins and his back arched as he hissed, his arm falling almost numb instantly.
He could feel his breath catch in his throat as he almost choked. He watched as Quinn moved from the wall to stand next to Ezekiel. “Don't worry brother. Everything will be okay. If you can't kill mother. Just drive her out of your body I will take her back. I can destroy her.”
Zack gazed at Quinn nodding his head slowly, the single purple eye glowing as he fell into unconsciousness.
~*~*~*~
Stepping into the void of white. Zack glanced over his shoulder as his only exit was closed to him and all he could hear was the voice of the scientist.
“We won't let you die Zack, but in order to live you must win.”
Zack's hand moved to the blade of the buster sword as he looked at the void of nothingness in front of him.
Taking one step then the other, the sound of his boots echoing through the world of nothing.
Cloud was standing by, ready, just in case. He sucked in a breath. Cloud had done it, Cloud had beaten Sephiroth. But was that because Sephiroth liked to toy with his victims or was it because he had grown as a fighter.
Silence except for the echoes of his footsteps. He kept walking looking round himself. Stopping he felt the gentle breeze circle his soul. The scent of flowers on the wind.
“Good luck.”
He looked up above himself and smiled to himself. “Thanks.” She was still there, watching him. “You're right you know... everything will be okay.” He whispered.
Moving forward more he continued to walk his steps growing more confidant, steady, the racing of his heart slowing down into a natural beat. He would not force Sephiroth to come out. Last time had proven to be fatal on his part. He would wait.
It felt like ten minutes of walking through this void when he saw it in the distance. His head tilting up to look at the large cylinder in the distance. Walking up to it. The tank was sitting there in the middle of nowhere. The green liquid bubbled and Zack could see the figure forming on the inside.
Zack swallowed lightly as Sephiroth's form came into view, he was unconscious. Zack let go of the hilt of his sword and he walked round the tank.
“Is this where you sleep in inside my head?” Zack whispered.
His hand moved to the glass of the tank. There was nothing not even a twitch from Sephiroth on the inside.
Stepping back Zack sat down cross-legged at the base of the tank and he waited. He would not be impatient. That lead to nothing but disaster.
~*~*~*~
Ezekiel checked the machine recording Zack's vital signs. There was nothing just normal.
Quinn moved to pull out the chair next to Zack's side.
“Is everything ready?”
“It is.” Ezekiel looked to the young Turk. “Are you sure about this?”
“Positive.” Quinn replied. “We wait for brother to act.”
“How long will that take?” Ezekiel asked.
Quinn shrugged. “I've never housed anyone but mother inside of me. If he is anything like mother, then he's ready whenever he wants to be.”
~*~*~*~
Cloud could hear the voices on the other side of the door as he slid down the wall resting his head back against it he looked up at the ceiling off the hallway outside the room.
Vincent standing opposite him. The former Turk's arms crossed over his chest, his deep red eyes watching Cloud.
“Do you think Zack has the strength?” Cloud whispered.
“I had strength when you all helped me against Weiss. Zack should be no different.” Vincent replied.
Cloud nodded. “You're right he's not alone. We're never alone.”
“You feel conflicted.”
Cloud smiled. “Not about this. About other things.” He confessed.
“Your true feelings?” Vincent questioned.
Cloud glanced to those red eyes that seemed to read him like an open book. Vincent just seemed to know, his eyes were ever watchful, they took notice of everything.
“I don't know. Perhaps.” Cloud mused. “Maybe I rushed something I shouldn't have, I panicked and mistook my grief for something else.”
Vincent remained Silent and Cloud let his hand move through his hair.
Cloud had already been sleeping with Tifa off and on for a good year before Zack returned to them. Then he let Tseng talk him into seducing his friend. It complicated things, made Cloud feel things he knew he shouldn't of, he had begun to crave it day by day. Looking to the door he had no choice but to wait. To see Zack as Zack without Jenova without Sephiroth inside him. To see his friend as he remembered him, or what he could remember of him from those days. Sometimes things were still so foggy.
~*~*~*~
Zack had no idea how long he had been sitting here, waiting. He had fallen into a calm meditative state.
He was stirred from it by the sensation of a cold breeze. His eyes opening. Zack watched as Jenova stood behind the tank in her naked glory, her purple eyes glanced round the tube at him. Her naked body rolled up against the glass.
Zack didn't move but watched as her hand caressed the glass that housed Sephiroth. Her mouth moved to the glass the pale white tongue licked up the side of the container.
“You should let him sleep you know.” Zack commented.
She tilted her head to look at him. Zack didn't move as she walked up to him, her hips swayed seductively, before she stopped in front of him. She crouched down in front of him.
“Well aren't you just the patient one, eager to forestall your demise?” She purred. Her hand touching the side of Zack's face.
Zack let the long pale fingers touch his skin as her mouth moved close to his ear. He hated her touch he hated her with his entire being. Cissnei could be pregnant with enough of her essence to bring about the rebirth of the calamity.
“I'm just being courteous. If Sephiroth is tired, then he needs sleep.” Zack stated.
Her mouth licked behind his ear. Zack repressed a shudder as her hand tilted his head to look at her. Her lips moving over his.
“What a good son you are...” She purred against his mouth.
The cold tongue pressing past his lips, Zack let his eyes fall close. Then he felt her cold hand rolled between his thighs rubbing over his covered length.
Zack prayed his body didn't react.
She pulled back from him stepping back looking at him curiously. “You seems so confidant.”
“Cloud.” He spoke the name that normally drove her into a screeching fit.
Instead she just hissed slithering behind the tank.
“He's waiting on the outside for me.” Zack smirked. “I have something to live for. To fight for that isn't just corporate bullshit. Something for me. You will not use me anymore. Cloud will see to it.”
She hissed, the hiss turning higher in pitch to crack the glass.
“Cloud... Cloud... Cloud... Cloud.” Zack walked up to her, his hands grabbing her wrists, he pulled her close. “Go back to your other son.” Zack squeezed her wrist, leaning in close to her ear, his breath touching her neck as he whispered to her. “Cloudcloudcloudcloudcloud.”
She let out a screech before the void suddenly grabbed her yanking her from his grasp and it seemed to swallow her.
Zack looked to the tank he could feel Jenova being rejected from his body.
He saw the Mako green eyes looking at him from behind the glass. They followed him as he walked back to the front of the tank.
“Sorry for waking you.” Zack bowed his head at Sephiroth. “But I didn't want her interfering.”
~*~*~*~
Quinn gasped as the pain slapped against his chest and he fell back falling from the chair and his hand went to his chest. He pulled open his shirt and looked at the blue mark on his skin. It took over half his chest and he sucked in a breath, before letting it rush out and he saw the frost of his breath.
“M-mother...” He sunk to one knee.
Ezekiel looked at him. “Are you sure it's wise to take both Jenova and Sephiroth into your being?” He asked softly.
Quinn pulled out a flask and held it up showing Ezekiel before opening it and pouring the water down his throat.
Ezekiel smirked. “Drinking the water from the church... interesting.”
Quinn felt Jenova screech from inside him. His hand moved to where she entered and he forced himself to hold his hand there holding her captive inside himself as he poured more water down his throat.
Ezekiel pulled out another needle and he injected the contents into Zack's arm. This colored dye should help me pick the right soul for the transferal.
“Red for the bad guy and blue for the good?” Quinn seemed to quip.
“Well not really. The colors will be depicted by their hair colour... I'm not that cliché you know.” Ezekiel rolled his eyes.
~*~*~*~
Zack remained where he stood when the glass cracked and shattered. He made not a single movement. He just watched as Sephiroth hoovered there amongst the remains of the tube.
“Zack...” Sephiroth landed in front of him. His hand moved up to Zack's face, his hand trailed down his face in a featherlight touch. The gloved hand slipping behind Zack's head. Fingers interlocking in the back of Zack hair and he yanked the head back. Mouth moving so close to Zack's, that lips almost touched.
“Seph.” Zack whispered. “It's time.”
“That it is.” Sephiroth smirked.
“Good bye my friend.” Zack's hands grabbed Sephiroth's arms pulling him down. Zack's lips going over the former general's lips, tongue claiming his mouth hungrily.
Zack was aware of Sephiroth's groan. The fingers loosing their grip in his hair.
Zack took that moment to let go of Sephiroth and twist out of the hold and he jumped back a couple of feet his hand falling to the handle of the blade.
Sephiroth looked to Zack a smirk on his lips. “If that is what you truly desire then so be it. I will not only claim your body for my own and I will destroy your soul. There will be no afterlife for you.”
Zack pulled the blade free. “That's fine by me. If I loose Cloud will finish what I started.”
Sephiroth twirled his blade through the air before his wing shooting out the black feathers floating through the air and he charged.
Zack blocked the blow of the sword, spinning round his knee flying into Sephiroth's side. He blinked seeing the hand blocking his knee. Sephiroth's hand squeezing and Zack flipped back his other leg kicking Sephiroth in the chest and he continued flipping back as Sephiroth charged blade flying by.
Zack dropped to his stomach the blade missing him and he spun his legs round. Sephiroth jumped over his legs and Zack flipped back again on to his feet blocking the masumune with the hilt of the buster sword, twisting the sword in his hand one way then the other and flung it up knocking the masumune back and he spun the sword round. Sephiroth catching the blade of the buster sword in his hand.
Zack froze and he looked seeing the gloved hand grip the blade. The smirk forming on Sephiroth's lips.
“You will never win.”
Zack pulled the blade back and he spun round his foot catching Sephiroth in the back of the knee cap.
The general fell to one knee and Zack just managed to spin out of the way of the thrust of the masumune. He then jumped up his wings shooting out as he took to the air as the blade moved gracefully through the air where his waist had been.
'He's playing with me. Damnit... what do I do?' Zack thought and he saw Sephiroth looking up at him. The former general taking to the air and their blades met again.
Twisting and twirling the blades rolled round each other.
Sephiroth smirked at Zack's glare over the steel. “Give it up.”
“Not happening people are counting on me!” Zack shouted.
Sephiroth pushed back against the blade and Zack sot back through the air the white feathers floating towards the ground lightly.
Sephiroth held out his hand letting the white feather land in his gloved hand.
His Mako eyes fell upon Zack who hoovered there in mid air in a ready stance, blade in front of himself.
Sephiroth shot towards Zack who moved with a twist of his hips round, behind him, the buster sword dragging along Sephiroth's side.
Then Zack shot off before the Masumune struck where he had been.
Sephiroth glanced down at the tear in his jacket and he smirked.
He saw Zack staring the surprise forming on the former first class's face. The smirk grew on his lips. Zack was still drawn to him, forced to fight because he wanted to live.
Sephiroth knew either way he would survive this battle but he still had to kill the younger man. It didn't mean he couldn't torment him some before then.
Zack spun the blade round his head several times and he saw Sephiroth watching him with a smirk and he recognized that leer. It sent shivers down his spine it reminded him of the last time they were here in this void together. Sephiroth took his spiritual body for a joyride of perversion. Zack felt himself swallow before he dropped the blade in front of himself and he felt the aura round him flare up.
Sephiroth charged at him and Zack deflected the blade before curling up into a ball and rolling over Sephiroth's back and then thrusting the sword behind him he felt his blade pass through flesh and his hands shook as he withdrew the blade looking over his shoulder. Both his hands clutched at the handle of the buster sword and he swing the handle into Sephiroth's back sending him falling to the ground.
Sephiroth twisted his body so he landed on his feet and he looked up at Zack in the air the dark haired figure shot towards him charging him from the air and Sephiroth blocked the blade his own stabbing Zack through the shoulder. Zack hissed and he spun the buster sword up knocking the masumune into the void and he pointed the buster sword at Sephiroth's throat.
Sephiroth smirked seeing Zack breathing heavily trying to catch his breath.
“You have indeed improved, but not enough to win the right of survival.” Sephiroth's hand moved up the blade as he walked up to Zack hoovering over the man.
Sephiroth's hand moved over Zack's hand. Blue eyes staring up at him the blood running down the arm of the sable haired fighter.
Sephiroth gripped the hilt of the blood and tossed the buster sword off into the void.
“So what now we going to just have a slug fest?” Zack's eyes narrowed.
Sephiroth smirked. “Hardly.” He pulled his gloves off.
Zack blushed suddenly. “Hey wait!”
“Show me what you were really going to do before they forced you to fight.” Sephiroth demanded.
Zack paused he looked up at Sephiroth, he could feel the heat on his cheeks. “Fuck.” he hissed thrown off by that demand.
“Or I can kill you where you stand.” Sephiroth added. “Which do you prefer?”
Zack looked up at Sephiroth, he took a step closer to Sephiroth his gloved hand moving to the cross straps of Sephiroth's jacket and he clutched the straps his hand shaking before he sucked in a breath drawing Sephiroth down, capturing his mouth hotly and his hand sliding under the jacket pushing it from Sephiroth's shoulders.
Sephiroth smirked against Zack's mouth, it was just as he thought. Zack let him reluctantly go his blue eyes focusing on his own.
“That was going to be your argument?” Sephiroth taunted.
“Hey I couldn't think of anything. I just...wanted, hoped you would take Quinn up on his offer! But he backed out and offered to host Jenova instead!” Zack exclaimed.
Sephiroth moved up to Zack he tilted the head up. “Then I believe it's time to say goodbye.” He gave Zack a push.
The sable haired fighter stumbled back for a moment falling on his ass. Sephiroth stepped over him. Zack lent back on his hands looking up at him.
Sephiroth pulled the jacket from his body, letting it land on the ground. He crouched over Zack tilting his head up his mouth moving over his. His tongue moving over lips that opened willingly for him the soft groan leaving the soft mouth.
Sephiroth's hands moved to the base of Zack's top lifting it up to expose the well toned stomach the tanned skin of his abs slowly coming into view.
Zack groaned as the mouth moved from his to his neck and Sephiroth undid the belt pushing the straps over Zack's arms. Before he tore the top from the younger man. His hand moved over the chest. Touching it lightly, feeling the twitch of arousal of the skin. Zack's breath catching his back arching.
“S-Seph...”
Sephiroth smirked at the reaction. It was perfect, it was the best way to say good bye. Zack would not know what hit him after. The death would be quick. Painless.
Zack felt Sephiroth push him onto his back as the hands moved to his pants sliding under the waist band and Zack's intake of breath was quick and fast. His body shuddered in reaction. He could feel the flush on his face as Sephiroth's mouth tormented his skin. Moving down his neck, to his collarbone licking the skin. Tongue moving down the crevices of the body to the nipple. The tongue twirled round one tip mouth sucking on it softly before being rolled between teeth.
Zack shuddered his back arching into the hand that rolled over his length slowly, bringing it into arousal. The other hand pushing his pants down before tearing them off his body. All Zack could do to help was kick his boots off as his naked hips rocked into the hand. He lost all control of fighting Sephiroth. He just wanted the former General wanted to feel that naked flesh roll over his body in a wave.
Sephiroth's mouth moved to the other bud to tease it in the same mannerisms. His hand stroking Zack's length into a stronger firmness. Zack's soft pants and gasps of pleasure echoing through the void and driving his own need onwards. It would be the perfect good bye. His mouth continued to travel down the tanned body tongue dipping in at the navel.
Zack's hand moving through his hair the soft past the rocking hips showing his desperation his need.
Zack gasped as Sephiroth's mouth moved along the head of his arousal sucking the tip.
“Nnngh! S-Seph.” His voice shook and his body twitched. He could feel his legs shake, he shivered at the contrast of the cool air to the warm mouth the hands pushing his thighs apart as the mouth began to take more of him into that warmth. Sucking, tongue rolling over the length.
Longer cool fingers gently rubbing his sacs.
Zack could do nothing but watch as the silver hair flowed round his thighs as the head moved over his length, bobbing.
Zack's mouth opened as his hips began to rock with the rhythm of Sephiroth's mouth.
So much skill in that mouth, Zack fell onto his back staring up at the white ceiling of the void above him. He couldn't watch anymore. He would blow he knew he would.
He swallowed hard when Sephiroth let his length go.
That mouth moved back up to his and Zack was lost as Sephiroth's mouth claimed his. Zack felt his hand taken in Sephiroth's as the former general guided it down.
Zack was aware that his hand rolled over Sephiroth's length and knowing what he wanted instantly. Zack's hand began to move over the length stroking. He felt Sephiroth's hips buck and their arousal's brushed. Zack's head rocked back as he gasped, Sephiroth's mouth on his neck. His finger rolled along along Zack's bottom lip. Zack gasped his mouth opening as fingers found their way in and he sucked on them his tongue lapping at the pads before sucking more.
Sephiroth looked up at Zack, pure ecstasy was written all over face. He would never forget this moment. Sephiroth would make sure of it. Letting Zack's tongue twirl round his fingers with a perverted skill. Sephiroth smirked. Zack's hips bucking against his, as the younger mans talented hand stroked him off.
It was all to easy. He found himself actually enjoying how easily ShinRa had turned him into this sexual creature. He would have to thank Tseng later before impaling the Turk to the wall.
Sephiroth rocked his length against the hand brushing the tip along Zack's length.
Zack gasped round his finger before continuing to suck.
When he was sure his fingers were wet enough he slipped them from Zack's mouth replacing them with his mouth.
Zack moaning against his mouth and while the sable haired man was distracted he slipped one into Zack's tight waiting heat.
Zack let out a cry hips rocking forward. Sephiroth's mouth moved down his neck and Zack kept rocking his hips onto that single digit. Sephiroth couldn't have asked for a more better reaction, he was surprised how loud Zack was even when he wasn't saying anything. His mouth moved to Zack's ear.
Sliding the next digit in Zack just groaned his heat only providing a small amount of friction, Sephiroth began to scissor fingers with skill, opening the heat up.
He looked down seeing Zack's length bucking against his.
“Want... you.” Was the only words Zack managed to say around his passion.
Sephiroth chuckled. “Patience comes to those who wait.” He whispered.
“I'm on fucken fire here...” Zack breathed.
“Then we can burn together.” Sephiroth slipped a third digit into the heat twirling them round and round before thrusting them in and pulling them out and repeating the process.
“Nggggh...” Zack's groans, were becoming louder, his hips rocking with Sephiroth's movements.
Zack didn't know how much more he could take, he could feel the sweat roll down his body. He didn't care though, he just knew he was so close to his release and he wouldn't be able to take much more of this torture. Sephiroth was giving him hell. It was unlike anything he had felt from Cloud, Genesis, Tseng, Reno, M'adoc even.
“P-please... Seph...”
“As you wish.” Was the only reply and fingers were drawn out and Zack felt himself scooped up till he was almost straddling Sephiroth's lap he felt the tip of Sephiroth's length at the entrance to his heat and then Sephiroth let gravity take it's toll without warning. He let Zack slide down fast and fully on his length.
Zack's back arched as he hollered. He felt his release shoot off as Sephiroth's mouth moved to his ear to suck on the lobe.
Zack let his head drop to Sephiroth's shoulder his body shaking, he was in so much pain, it not like he expected Sephiroth to care.
Then before he was even ready the length pulled out and thrust back up in just as hard. Zack grunted his back arching. Sephiroth's hands on his hips and all Zack could do was hand onto those strong thighs under the back of his hands.
Long, hard thrusts and they never stopped it was constant. It was painful, but Zack rode it, and he he didn't care, he had wanted Sephiroth this was his punishment for letting Cloud down, he would tell Cloud he was sorry later.
Zack glanced at Sephiroth the world was spinning and he watched that face that sardonic smirk, he had no a care in the world. Zack's hand moved from the thigh to Sephiroth's shoulder as he held on forcing his body to take it and began to rock, up then down over the length that seemed to never end. It felt like Sephiroth's power and thrusts touched base with his stomach.
“Fuck... m-more.” Zack breathed.
Zack was greeted with teeth biting on the side of his neck sucking his skin, the left hand rolling up and down his back. The right hand starting to stroke him off again.
Each thrust hit home and it hit it hard. Zack knew he was going to blow his load again. He couldn't help it. He didn't care. He deserved this.
Pushing in and drawing out over and over Zack kept up with Sephiroth's pace, with something that would have torn a normal human in half. He felt his body adjust to the pain, sucking it in replacing it with a bliss like no other.
Sephiroth's mouth moved over his drawing out his tongue.
Those long fingers stroking him off, toying with his new arousal. He didn't care if Ezekiel or Quinn knew this was worth his death. If he was going to die. Bang falling over his eye, as Sephiroth drew back from the kiss.
The thrusts grew faster and harder and Zack grunted as he rode them out, thrust after thrust, their chests pressed together, Sephiroth's hair falling over their thighs caressing his sensitive skin, brushing his legs. His hand on Sephiroth's shoulder moved into that beautiful hair running through the strands. He then felt his arousal twitch as it rubbed between their bodies as Sephiroth's hand continued to pump him like no tomorrow.
It came in a rush and his head fell forward to Sephiroth's shoulder as the general made him continue to ride him.
“You would have been perfect.” Sephiroth whispered.
Zack felt the release fill him completely and overflow.
The mouth taking his hungrily tongue shooting into his mouth fucking his mouth in the same mannerisms his hips had been moments ago.
Zack was lost in the daze.
Sephiroth's hand let go of the younger's man back and it turned round then out of nowhere the masumune struck.
Zack let out a shocked cry and Sephiroth felt the pain as the blade impaled them together. Zack's blue eyes blinked looking at him. Sephiroth turned the blade round twisting it before yanking it up slicing through the friction of at least one of Zack's ribs.
Zack's hands gripped his shoulders, his body trembling. The eyes looked down between them seeing that Sephiroth had run the blade through himself also.
“S-seph...” Zack coughed, the small trickle of blood forming from his mouth. “W-why?”
“Because... if I can't have you then... no one can.”
Zack felt the blade retracted and he slumped against the man his fingers moving through Sephiroth's hair.
“So neither of us win.” Zack whispered.
Sephiroth's hand moved to his chin tilting it up the tongue lapping up the blood before sliding between his lips.
Zack let the tongue twirl round his sucking on it softly. Zack felt more light headed by the moment he could feel the blood between them mixing with the evidence of their release.
His fingers tangled in Sephiroth's hair. The kiss lingering longer, the tongues grazing each other.
Zack felt Sephiroth pull back from the kiss. His hand moved to mouth as he began to cough and he doubled over the blood coming from his mouth and he looked at the blood smearing between them. His eyes closing his head dropped to Sephiroth's shoulder his body falling limp.
Sephiroth titled his head up to the void and he stared at the ceiling for a long moment then he lay back his arms wrapping around Zack's body his own eyes closed.
“You of all people... made me finally free...”

To Be Continued...
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