Follow the Leader
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Adult +
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1
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Follow the Leader
Title: Follow the Leader
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: One-shot, ficlet
Pairings: Zack/Sephiroth
Rating: Rish for implied sexual situations
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Prompt-fic challenge.
**Requested by: janae_twilight
**Requested pairing: Seph/Zack (which somehow turned into Zack/Seph)
**Prompt: Sephiroth really does have a playful side.
**Requested rating: R (I think I made it there…maybe…kind of…)
“I want to run.”
“Hmm?” Zack raised a startled eyebrow at his superior as the silver haired warrior stood at the edge of their camp. Sephiroth gazed with a look much like longing at the fields of waving wheat stalks, ripe with seeds for harvest. The small, yet functional, camp they had pitched at the margin of the fields was nestled away in a miniature copse of trees. The mission they had just concluded was far from their minds, and the pressure to return to Midgar expediently was minimal. There was time now, rare as it was, to spend a couple of days camping under the stars and doing absolutely nothing productive.
Zack usually spent time such as this doing whatever came to mind: napping, fishing, flirting with the local girls…there was no hurry for the moment. No obligations. It was nice to just let the mood take him where it may.
Sephiroth, on the other hand, used his free time training. Or catching up on correspondence he was behind on. Or doing paperwork. Or one of a million other things that was nothing like “rest” and much more like “work.”
The spiky haired Second in Command had spent uncountable hours trying to convince his General that “rest” and “work” were in no way compatible. Simply teaching the older man to express a need, let alone a desire, was many conversations in the making. Even such an elementary statement as, “I am hungry,” had to be forcibly cajoled out of the General.
To hear the same man suddenly express a *desire* was unthinkable.
“Say again, Seph?”
“Will you follow me, Zack?” A plea. Unheard of.
“I’d follow you anywhere.”
“I know.”
A flash of silver through gold brought Zack to his feet and racing with all of his Mako-enhanced strength through the slightly muddied fields. Clods of dirt flicked up behind him as he chased the metallic blur over rambling hills and far away from their little camp.
It was a game almost. To nearly catch up, only to be left behind by a burst of speed and a shout of unprecedented laughter.
“Catch me!” A shout followed by another bout of laughter.
*Gladly,* thought Zack as their race took them through a river and up the opposite embankment.
The black-haired SOLDIER tackled his commanding officer and they both landed in an undignified heap in the mud after they rolled down the embankment. Zack landed on top, and was surprised (and, he had to admit to himself, greatly pleased), when he felt the General go limp and unresisting under him. This had never happened, this utter surrender. Their interludes together were usually awkward, with a feeling of not-quite-right that neither of them could pin down or begin to fix.
As Zack took Sephiroth’s lips in a gentle but dominating kiss, it suddenly clicked what had been wrong. Not only had the pressure on Sephiroth been enough to nearly suffocate the General, but their circumstances and pre-conceived notions had deprived them of something beautiful.
Now, flushed and momentarily free, the General was no longer the perfect experiment, a dominant, ruling force, or the ultimate weapon. He was human, and wonderful, and Gods so warm. When Sephiroth opened to him, completely submissive and utterly pliant, Zack couldn’t help but wonder how they had missed this. This configuration of their love that made everything fall perfectly into place.
They lay together afterwards; naked, covered in mud, cold, and never happier. Sephiroth’s muddied hair stuck to everything where it was pillowed on Zack’s chest. Zack lay on his back, one hand tangled in silver hair and the other behind his head as he watched the clouds float by in the sky.
The young SOLDIER wrinkled his nose when something wet and slimy was wiped across it. Going cross-eyed to examine the glop of mud smudged across his nose, he caught glittering, mako-green eyes peeking at him from under filthy platinum locks. A small, mischievous smile adorned the delicate face.
“Follow me.” An order. A request.
Zack smiled. “I’d follow you anywhere.”
END
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: One-shot, ficlet
Pairings: Zack/Sephiroth
Rating: Rish for implied sexual situations
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Prompt-fic challenge.
**Requested by: janae_twilight
**Requested pairing: Seph/Zack (which somehow turned into Zack/Seph)
**Prompt: Sephiroth really does have a playful side.
**Requested rating: R (I think I made it there…maybe…kind of…)
“I want to run.”
“Hmm?” Zack raised a startled eyebrow at his superior as the silver haired warrior stood at the edge of their camp. Sephiroth gazed with a look much like longing at the fields of waving wheat stalks, ripe with seeds for harvest. The small, yet functional, camp they had pitched at the margin of the fields was nestled away in a miniature copse of trees. The mission they had just concluded was far from their minds, and the pressure to return to Midgar expediently was minimal. There was time now, rare as it was, to spend a couple of days camping under the stars and doing absolutely nothing productive.
Zack usually spent time such as this doing whatever came to mind: napping, fishing, flirting with the local girls…there was no hurry for the moment. No obligations. It was nice to just let the mood take him where it may.
Sephiroth, on the other hand, used his free time training. Or catching up on correspondence he was behind on. Or doing paperwork. Or one of a million other things that was nothing like “rest” and much more like “work.”
The spiky haired Second in Command had spent uncountable hours trying to convince his General that “rest” and “work” were in no way compatible. Simply teaching the older man to express a need, let alone a desire, was many conversations in the making. Even such an elementary statement as, “I am hungry,” had to be forcibly cajoled out of the General.
To hear the same man suddenly express a *desire* was unthinkable.
“Say again, Seph?”
“Will you follow me, Zack?” A plea. Unheard of.
“I’d follow you anywhere.”
“I know.”
A flash of silver through gold brought Zack to his feet and racing with all of his Mako-enhanced strength through the slightly muddied fields. Clods of dirt flicked up behind him as he chased the metallic blur over rambling hills and far away from their little camp.
It was a game almost. To nearly catch up, only to be left behind by a burst of speed and a shout of unprecedented laughter.
“Catch me!” A shout followed by another bout of laughter.
*Gladly,* thought Zack as their race took them through a river and up the opposite embankment.
The black-haired SOLDIER tackled his commanding officer and they both landed in an undignified heap in the mud after they rolled down the embankment. Zack landed on top, and was surprised (and, he had to admit to himself, greatly pleased), when he felt the General go limp and unresisting under him. This had never happened, this utter surrender. Their interludes together were usually awkward, with a feeling of not-quite-right that neither of them could pin down or begin to fix.
As Zack took Sephiroth’s lips in a gentle but dominating kiss, it suddenly clicked what had been wrong. Not only had the pressure on Sephiroth been enough to nearly suffocate the General, but their circumstances and pre-conceived notions had deprived them of something beautiful.
Now, flushed and momentarily free, the General was no longer the perfect experiment, a dominant, ruling force, or the ultimate weapon. He was human, and wonderful, and Gods so warm. When Sephiroth opened to him, completely submissive and utterly pliant, Zack couldn’t help but wonder how they had missed this. This configuration of their love that made everything fall perfectly into place.
They lay together afterwards; naked, covered in mud, cold, and never happier. Sephiroth’s muddied hair stuck to everything where it was pillowed on Zack’s chest. Zack lay on his back, one hand tangled in silver hair and the other behind his head as he watched the clouds float by in the sky.
The young SOLDIER wrinkled his nose when something wet and slimy was wiped across it. Going cross-eyed to examine the glop of mud smudged across his nose, he caught glittering, mako-green eyes peeking at him from under filthy platinum locks. A small, mischievous smile adorned the delicate face.
“Follow me.” An order. A request.
Zack smiled. “I’d follow you anywhere.”
END