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Title: The Mission (20): Siege
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Zack/Cloud, Sephiroth/Genesis/Cloud, Angeal/Zack, Genesis/Zack, Sephiroth/Cloud.
Rating: NC-17
Content warnings: Roleplay, light bondage, orgasm-denial.
Word Count: 4575
Notes: Snippet fic this time. Only a few more chapters to go. :)
The Mission: Prequel | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24
Genesis slept in the middle of the bed. It had been that way since they were children. Genesis claimed it was because he did not sleep well without the mattress evenly balanced around him. Angeal suspected it was because Gen liked feeling like the lord and master over all the rest of the room. It wasn’t a problem so long as Angeal got to cuddle close.
But Genesis wasn’t sleeping in the middle of the bed these days. That spot had gone to Cloud. It made sense, in a way, Angeal reflected, watching the three lovers in Genesis’s oversized, overstuffed bed. With Cloud in the middle they could share him between them, or keep him safe, even if it was just from rolling off the bed. They looked comfortable that way, Cloud with an arm reaching across Sephiroth’s chest, and Genesis spooned around Cloud, smiling contentedly in his sleep. If he complained of poor sleep and a stiff back these days, Angeal didn’t hear a whisper of it.
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow over the book he was reading. “Plenty of room,” he said and Angeal had to agree The bed was big enough for all of them. He would let the pup sleep next to Genesis for the time being.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Angeal,” Zack moaned, “stop twitching.”
“Sorry, pup.” Angeal turned over again and tried to settle. There really was no escaping it. “There’s a smell here keeps waking me up.”
Cloud’s scent. He wasn’t there that night but the fragrance of him lingered in Genesis’s bedding. It was not anything all that special, honestly. He smelled like well-soaped young man and Shinra issue shampoo, nothing out of the ordinary. But the scent had a way of giving up its shadow notes just as Angeal was sinking into sleep, something of fresh warm milk on a cold morning and a little white mountain flower Angeal had come across on a mission once. He grunted and tried to block it out.
Genesis turned over, grumpy from being woken. “If you don’t like how my sheets smell then do the laundry yourself.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“He’s still mad at me,” Angeal complained the next morning, frowning at his full shaving cream beard in the mirror.
Sephiroth did not pause in his combing. “Have you had sex yet?”
Angeal put his razor down. “He won’t let me. I offered him a backrub when I saw him massaging his neck yesterday and he turned me down flat.”
“Hmm,” was all Sephiroth said. “He has been having headaches lately.”
“Headaches?” Angeal braced himself against the sink.
Sephiroth nodded. “Quite a few. I was hoping he would let you kiss them better.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Angeal came in with an offering of homemade bread, still hot from the oven. The scent didn’t draw Genesis out the way it usually did. The groans from the bedroom probably had something to do with that.
Angeal hazarded a peak. Genesis was leaning back against the far wall with his hands in Zack’s hair, fucking the boy’s face. Genesis smiled at Angeal with undisguised spite. “Lucky, lucky, Angeal. His tongue’s as talented as I’ve heard.”
Angeal shut the door and made for the kitchen. “Headache, my ass,” he grumbled and sliced the bread all crooked.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Zack didn’t complain about the treatment he was getting. Far from it. He looked forward to going up to Genesis’s place for dinner every evening. He had taken to winding down on the big new couch after missions even though he had a perfectly good bed and a stack of comic books to do that at Angeal’s little apartment. Angeal figured the big screen TV had something to do with that.
And the blankets. There were fleece blankets everywhere these days, big stacks of them. Zack liked nothing more than to strip down to his t-shirt and shorts, wrap himself up in blankets, and camp out in a nest on the couch, one hand emerging on occasion to change the channel.
“You all snug in there?” Angeal asked one evening when Zack had beat him up there. The pup was squirming under the blankets, making happy little puppy sounds, thoroughly cocooned in fleece. “Can you breathe in there?”
Black spikes poked out of a gap in the top, followed by wild, golden yellow ones. Two pairs of very blue eyes stared out. “We’re fine, Angeal,” Zack said.
“I see,” Angeal replied, and the two boys slithered back into their blanket ball and went back to their giggling.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
If nothing else, Cloud was easy on the eyes. Angeal had to admit that. It was almost as if Zack had a smaller, younger, very blond little brother. He had the hair, and blue eyes that would take well to mako. His face was perhaps a little more delicate. Cloud would never have the bulk that Zack was tending towards, and might not ever get the height either, but he was trim and lean and wouldn’t be altogether a bad sight once he’d put a little more meat on his bones. He was growing into himself well and his voice seemed to have finished breaking into a rather nice tenor.
A pretty little package, all in all. For that alone it was easy to see why the others had gone for him. Why they had kept him now, that was another matter.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“I’m here,” Cloud called from the doorway. Angeal looked up as the boy peered into the kitchen. Cloud straightened, turning away slightly. “Good afternoon,” he said.
Angeal nodded at him and continued slicing beets. “The others aren’t here yet. Gen might be late. He got sent on a quick run to Kalm this morning.”
“Oh.” Cloud took it in stride though he refused to look at Angeal directly. “I’ll just clean up in the meantime, then.” He ducked out of sight and disappeared round the corner. After a moment Angeal heard the sounds of puttering around the bathroom.
He hadn’t meant to pry, honest, and he really had no intention of walking in on whatever ‘cleaning up’ might involve, but he owed it to Sephiroth and Genesis at least to keep an eye on their little one. After all they were doing a fine enough job by Zack. The bathroom door was open a sliver and Angeal could hear Cloud grumbling. Angeal angled himself to see what he could, just to make sure.
Cloud was sitting up on the vanity. From the tilt of his body he was leaning in close to the mirror. His feet were off the floor. Angeal heard him sigh. “That’ll bruise up ugly.”
Angeal frowned. Bruise? Cloud hopped off the vanity and went to the cupboard where Genesis kept a stash of potions. Angeal listened as a cap twisted off. “Bottoms up,” Cloud sighed and drank. “Yech!” Angeal smirked and tiptoed back to the kitchen. The boy could take care of himself.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Angeal,” Genesis started, hands on his hips, “you put too much detergent in the laundry.”
“I put exactly the amount recommended on the box,” Angeal said, checking on his pot roast.
“Well, something’s gone wrong,” Genesis snapped. “The sheets are making me itch!”
“Itch?” Angeal turned. “Clean sheets shouldn’t do that.”
“Sheets that are full of soap will!” Genesis slumped down at the kitchen table, scraping at his forearms.
“Hey, hey, don’t do that,” Angeal warned, batting Genesis with an oven mitt. “You’ll scratch yourself to bits.”
“I wouldn’t have to if somebody could wash the sheets properly,” Genesis grumbled.
“Maybe they just didn’t rinse out enough,” Sephiroth put in, not even bothering to look up from his book. “Is the washing machine working properly?”
Angeal shrugged. “As far as I can tell.” He wiped one hand across his brow. “Toss everything in the hamper. I’ll wash them again with just water and see how that goes.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“There, is that better?” Cloud asked.
“No.” Genesis shook his head. “I want more.”
Cloud rolled his eyes and poured more lotion into his hands. “Okay.” He slapped it onto Genesis’s bare back and began working it in. “You’re going through this bottle really quick, Gen.”
Genesis turned his head out of the pillow he had been happily groaning into. “How low is it?” Cloud showed him. Genesis went limp into the mattress and sighed. “I’ll get more later. Right now it’s making the itching go away.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Do you need any help with that?” Cloud offered.
“Thanks, but it’s okay,” Angeal said, knife moving in a flurry among the vegetables. “I’ve got it covered.” Cloud nodded and dutifully sipped his milk. The boy had a routine, Angeal was noticing. He’d come in, spend a stretch in the bathroom rinsing off the day, traipse into the kitchen in his shorts and t-shirt for a snack and sit on the couch till the others came home.
At least he was making healthy snack choices. A glass of milk, some fruit and maybe some cookies from Genesis’s new cookie jar, never more than three. It would be nice if the pup could learn to show that kind of restraint, even if nothing ever affected his appetite. Mako and hormones made for one ravenous beast. Angeal looked at Cloud sitting on the high bar chair, feet swinging back and forth as he sipped his milk without a care. Would mako treatments do the same to him?
Angeal scraped the last of his curry ingredients into a bowl. “I hear you’ve been helping Seph and Gen with their cooking.”
Cloud swallowed in a hurry. “Not really,” he said. “Mostly I just stand in the doorway with the fire extinguisher.”
Angeal glanced up at the curiously marked ceiling and nodded slowly. “Makes sense.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“So get the points together, yeah, like that,” Zack instructed. “This one moves and the other one doesn’t and you pick things up like tweezers and eat.” Zack promptly dropped noodles on his shirt. “Aw, damn.”
Cloud snickered. “Which part is spilling food all over yourself?”
“Okay, so I don’t have it down yet.” Zack stuck his tongue out and reached for a napkin. “I’d like to see you handle dumplings with dipping sauce.”
“I think I’m handling them pretty well,” Cloud said, swiping a dumpling from Zack’s plate.
“Hey! No fair!” Zack picked his chopsticks back up. “You take my dumpling, I get your pickle!”
“No way.” Cloud moved his bowl out of the way. “You can have a dumpling back, but leave my pickle alone.”
“Children,” Angeal warned, “no fighting at the dinner table.”
“Yessir,” they said. Angeal hid his smile behind his soup bowl.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Oh!” Sephiroth sat up so fast Cloud had to cling to him to stay in his lap. “Let’s try that next time.”
“Not a chance,” Genesis said. “You know how dangerous that is?”
Sephiroth smirked. “Isn’t that part of the appeal?”
“I don’t think it’s such a good idea, Seph,” Angeal put in, petting Zack’s hair. “Professionals make these things look easy but we don’t have near that kind of know-how.”
“We’ll never get it if we don’t try,” Sephiroth said.
“Seph,” Cloud said, holding Sephiroth’s face in his little hands, “please, find another recipe. You’re not ready to flambé.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Their cooking had improved. Angeal would admit it. The little home library had a few solid additions on the subject, recipes, techniques and even one on cake decorating. Sephiroth thought it looked pretty. Both Sephiroth and Genesis had gotten very good with kitchen knives. There were still some spills here and there and they had not mastered clean-up but things were coming along.
“Cloud has to eat,” Genesis said one day when Angeal asked, and that was all he would say on the matter before dousing his head with olive oil ‘to cut down on this Goddessdamned dandruff’. Angeal admired their efforts, even when Zack reported that Genesis’s pasta tasted inexplicably of roast eggplant while there wasn’t an eggplant to be had in the place.
Angeal didn’t take it too seriously. It was just trying to impress a lover. They would likely stop once the novelty wore off. Then Angeal came home to find Sephiroth home alone, sitting on the floor in front of the oven and watching a roast cook inside with an intensity he used to reserve only for his prime time stories.
“Seph?” Angeal asked.
“Shh,” Sephiroth said. “The fat is dripping.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“The living room looks really nice,” Angeal said.
“Of course it does,” Genesis said, flipping through ‘Loveless’ once again. “Try not to wreck it up this time.”
Angeal waited for the tension to pass before he tried again. “I see you matched the throw cushions to the trim on the tables.”
This time Genesis did look up. “And it was well worth the trouble.”
“Does it make that big a difference?” Angeal knew that was a mistake before he finished saying it.
“Of course it does! Caramel would have been too yellow!” Genesis snapped his book shut and went off to the bathroom so he could read in peace.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Angeal came in ready to start on dinner but it seemed that the kitchen was occupied. Considering that Genesis was involved it was a stroke of luck it wasn’t anything to sear a hole in his brain. It was… interesting, though.
Cloud was there, blindfolded and bound to a chair, dressed in his little shirt and shorts and swinging his feet like he hadn’t a care in the world. Genesis sat before him with an array of bowls. Angeal took quick stock, sniffing out what was out of sight. Cherries. Persimmon. Lemon wedges and honeydew melon. Blueberries. And dumbapples. Honest to goodness Banora dumbapples, sliced and waiting, rich purple and fragrant. Little dishes of cream and chocolate syrup rounded out the selection. Angeal took a deep, quiet breath.
Honey. Banora appleblossom honey. Genesis reached for an apple slice and swirled it around in the bowl. “What’s this one, Cloud?” he asked, trailing honey on the boy’s lips with the apple slice. Cloud opened his mouth slowly and licked the honey off. He reached with his tongue, seeking sweetness. He tilted forward in the seat with a soft moan until he caught the apple slice between his teeth. He teased it, moving his head to try to wrest it away but Genesis wouldn’t let him have it.
Cloud sighed and took a bite. He chewed and swallowed. “Apple, with honey,” he said, feet swinging.
“Good boy,” Genesis said, reaching for the cherries.
“Gen, what are you doing?” Angeal was surprised by the crack in his own voice.
Genesis looked up from the cherry he was liberally dunking in whipped cream. “I’m making sure he gets his five veggies and fruits, of course.”
With a little hitch to his step, Angeal walked around them to the counter to get set up for the evening. “That’s more than five,” he said.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
At least, Angeal reflected, as he made his way in to start on yet another healthy, wholesome reparation dinner, nothing exceptionally kinky was going on. “Zack,” he called, noting the boots by the door. “Are you here?” Maybe Zack was napping before dinner.
Except that people didn’t usually nap standing up against a wall with pretty blonds kneeling in front of them. Zack turned pink when he saw Angeal. “Um, hey, ‘geal,” he said weakly.
“Dinner’ll be ready in an hour,” Angeal said and hustled away. What could he say? He’d given the okay.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Every SOLDIER kept a calendar in his head. ‘Next day’, they called it, the only thing on that calendar of any note. “When’s your next day?” they’d ask each other.
Nobody liked going to the labs.
Angeal, and he suspected Genesis as well, kept two such calendars. One was his and by extension Genesis’s, since they usually went in for their check-ups and screenings together. The other was for Sephiroth.
Sephiroth’s lab days were acknowledged among the three of them to be the worst of the lot. They left him sick, weary, demoralized, sensitive to the extreme and ready to snap at the slightest provocation. It was good to be forewarned, especially for those who shared a living space with the man. So when Angeal stepped in, careful not to make noise with the door, and heard the TV running, he had to rush into the living room to tell Zack to turn the volume down before Sephiroth came home.
Sephiroth was already home, curled up and looking dead tired on the couch. He had the remote in one hand, a cooking show he was fond of on the screen and his head in Cloud Strife’s lap. Cloud shared a little smile with Angeal and went back to stroking Sephiroth’s hair.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The third time Angeal heard Cloud making that kind of clattering in the bathroom he had to step in. “What’s going on?”
Cloud jumped off the vanity, spilling a little of the potion on himself. “Nothing. Just getting cleaned up.”
“Fixed up is more like it.” Angeal strode over and took Cloud by the chin. He turned the boy’s face back and forth under the light. “What happened?”
Cloud eased himself out of Angeal’s grip. “Just some barrack smack, nothing serious.”
Angeal frowned. “Are you sure?” Shit, the kid was just the type to get a hard time from the bigger ones, wasn’t he?
“Nothing I haven’t handled yet.” Cloud shrugged and braced for the potion.
Angeal sighed. “What’s it about?”
“Huh?” Cloud froze.
“What’s it about?” Angeal repeated. “Being little? The hair? They used to go after Gen and me for being backwoods hicks in our day, till Gen wiped the floor with them.”
Cloud smiled. “Nothing like that. They’re just jealous.” Angeal tried not to roll his eyes. Kid had an ego growing on him.
“Jealous of what?”
Cloud swallowed the potion down and screwed up his face till the taste left his mouth. “That I’m getting more action than they are.” He caught the frown that crossed Angeal’s face. “I didn’t tell them details. I wouldn’t. They don’t know anything about this.”
“So what do they know?”
Cloud blinked into the empty potion bottle. “They know I slip out to see somebody on off hours every chance I get. It’s kind of hard to hide that.”
Angeal snorted. “I’d expect half of them do the same. Why is it such a problem if it’s you?”
Cloud smiled up sheepishly. “Because I’m still the runt of the troop, Sir, and I didn’t go out of my way to hide that it’s not a girl I’m seeing.” Angeal’s fingers twitched reflexively. “It’s okay, Sir,” Cloud said. “At least two of them I’m sure it’s because they’re mad I’m not seeing them.”
Angeal had to laugh. It was always like that. He reached out to ruffle Cloud’s hair before realizing that it was in fact Cloud, and not Zack. He settled for a light pet instead. “Just take care, okay? Don’t let it get out of control.”
Cloud turned into the touch. “I won’t.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“You’re going to have to pay me in cake for this, Gen,” Cloud said. “Lots and lots of chocolate layer cake.”
“It’s in the other basket of goodies, Cloud, dear, with bonbons on top,” Genesis said, setting the camera up. He straightened and took in the backdrop and costume. “You look adorable in that in that cape. Turn around, I want to see the whole thing.”
Cloud rolled his eyes and spun in place, petticoats awhirl under the red cloak. “Do you want the hood up or down?”
Genesis folded his arms across his chest. “Up, but I don’t want it shadowing your face. Let it fall down when the wolves slink out and surprise you. Hear that, you two? Give him a good shock.”
“Oh, we will,” Zack said, straightening his furry ears.
Sephiroth nodded. “We’ll scare him stiff.”
“What about me?” Angeal asked.
“Go back to bed, ‘Grandma’,” Genesis huffed. “The wolves will come to eat you after they’re done with Little Red.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“I don’t know,” Angeal ventured, “if it’s entirely healthy to be training a young man up in such ways.”
The eyebrow Genesis raised over his book was a challenge. “And what ways are those?”
“All those… toys,” Angeal said, for lack of a better word. “And the restraints and the costumes and the games.”
“Nobody’s forcing him into anything,” Genesis said. “And you’re a fine one to talk. You’ve trained your pup into such total submission even Cloud’s topping him.”
Angeal frowned. “That’s not what it looked like to me.”
“It’s true,” Sephiroth said, “When they’re together Cloud’s in control.”
“But, but-,” Angeal sputtered. “But he’s on the taking side.”
“Cloud takes cock because Cloud likes taking cock,” Genesis snapped.
Sephiroth nodded. “Doesn’t mean he’s not in charge.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Please, ‘geal,” the puppy pleaded. “I miss you.” It was hard to argue with those eyes.
“Here, Zack? Are you sure?”
“I’ve done it here before and so have you.” Zack pouted. “Why should it make any difference if we do it together? That was the idea, wasn’t it? Please, Angeal.” He pressed the entire length of his body against Angeal. “Please.”
Angeal grabbed Zack by the arms and kissed him. It had been too long for just the two of them. He marched Zack backwards, making for the bedroom without ever breaking the kiss. Zack was so hard already, so needy and pliant and yielding. Angeal felt his heart racing in response. But when he pushed the door open, the room was already occupied.
Cloud shrieked at the intrusion but Sephiroth did not falter. Angeal stood still, clutching Zack against him as he tried to process what he was seeing. Cloud was secured to the bed post, wrists bound together with silk bands from Genesis’s collection. Sephiroth had Cloud’s legs up over his shoulders for better access. Angeal blinked and tried to turn away but his legs wouldn’t move. Sephiroth glanced backwards. “Plenty of room,” he said, indicating the other half of the bed.
“Cloud?” Zack called out. There was a surge of hardness against Angeal’s thigh.
“He won’t- won’t let me come,” Cloud wailed, tugging at the bindings. Angeal glanced up and caught sight of Sephiroth’s member as it moved, and above that, Cloud’s engorged cock encircled by a strap of black leather.
Sephiroth thrust in extra hard, forcing a sharp cry out of Cloud. “He doesn’t come until he satisfies me.”
“Cloud!” Zack moved towards the bed pulling a mute Angeal along with him. He turned and looked up at Angeal in a silent plea to do something. Angeal didn’t think there was anything he could do, not with all the blood leaving his brain.
Sephiroth growled. “If he can’t do it alone, maybe you need to help him. If Angeal says it’s okay.”
“Angeal?” Zack looked up.
Angeal blinked. “Do what you want.” Zack pulled him down to the bed.
“Lube’s on the dresser,” Sephiroth said, moving his head to let the ends of his hair brush Cloud’s face. Angeal knew from the groan that Sephiroth made afterwards that Cloud was doing all he could to please the man even without use of his hands.
Zack was on the bed and crawling towards Cloud before Angeal could think. “Cloud,” he said, unable to say more. He reached out and caressed Cloud’s face, drying the boy’s frustrated tears.
Angeal busied himself with belts and lube to have something to do. He knew Zack and Cloud had been growing closer. He knew they were physical. But he had never watched them before. Sure, he had walked in on them that one time, but that didn’t count. He hadn’t stayed. He hadn’t watched Zack rain little kisses on Cloud’s skin, hadn’t watched the shape of Cloud’s lips as he called out Zack’s name.
Sephiroth sped up, forcing another sharp cry from Cloud’s throat. Angeal would have called a stop except that neither Sephiroth nor Zack seemed alarmed. Cloud did have safewords, he remembered Zack mentioning, but Angeal had never bothered to ask what those words were.
No words were leaving Cloud’s lips now, just sounds, little bird-like cries as Zack kissed his forehead and caressed his chest. Angeal stripped Zack’s lower half and concentrated on what he was trying to do with the lube. “Cloud,” Zack was whispering, “just a little more, Cloud.”
“I can’t,” Cloud said, voice hitching. “I can’t.”
“You will,” Sephiroth said. It was a quiet order. Angeal’s own cock twitched to obey. He slid slick fingers into Zack and reached under with his other hand. Zack was furiously hard, thrusting readily into Angeal’s hand.
“More,” Sephiroth said and Zack swooped in to catch Cloud’s mouth. It was a messy, sloppy kiss with tongue everywhere, the kind that was meant as a show. Sephiroth grunted his approval and slammed into Cloud, shaking the bed out of place. He reached down and undid the clasp of the cock ring, offering Cloud the rough touch of his palm. Cloud clenched his teeth, fighting the tide, but he soon flushed all the way down to his chest, and arched his back with a cry.
He sank back to bed gasping under Sephiroth’s weight. Zack looked back over his shoulder, pleading silently with Angeal for his own release. It could not come fast enough. Sephiroth lay on top of his little lover, taking in the sight with a sated disinterest. Cloud’s eyes fluttered open at the motion beside him, but he too was content. “Untie me, Seph,” was all he said, and when his hands were free he reached out to brush Zack’s trembling fingers.
It was over much sooner than Angeal had anticipated. He just hadn’t been able to hold himself back this time. Well, it had been a while. He eventually untangled himself from Zack’s warm body and joined Sephiroth in the bathroom.
“He’s beautiful,” Sephiroth said, and Angeal knew he was talking about Zack.
“Thanks, I guess. Not like I had anything to do with that.”
“I’m glad you brought him here,” Sephiroth said, soaking a towel in warm water. “He’s been good company for Cloud.”
Yes, Angeal wanted to say, very, very good company. But it wouldn’t do to be spiteful. He should count his lucky stars that things seemed to be working out. “Cloud’s been good for Zack too, I think.”
“They look good together,” Sephiroth said, smirking at his reflection.
“I noticed.”
“You should watch them sometime.”
Angeal snorted. “If it’s always like it was just now, I’d have a hard time just watching.”
Sephiroth nodded. “That’s true enough.”
Angeal gave Sephiroth a surprised look. “What’s stopping you?”
Sephiroth did not miss a beat. “Your puppy hasn’t said it’s okay with him yet.”
“Is that all?” Angeal almost laughed. “You’re still The General Sephiroth, you know. Boy’s more than a little starstruck.”
“So I need to ask him?” Sephiroth appeared to consider it. “Very well. I suppose you’ll get around to asking Cloud yourself sometime. If you’re interested, that is.”
Angeal wanted to say he wasn’t. It felt like the proper response but he knew it was a lie. He said nothing at all until they went back to bed and then he only asked Zack to roll over for a moment to get cleaned up. When he finished, he held Zack close in his arms and hooked his chin over the boy’s shoulder to spend a long night watching Cloud sleep.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Zack/Cloud, Sephiroth/Genesis/Cloud, Angeal/Zack, Genesis/Zack, Sephiroth/Cloud.
Rating: NC-17
Content warnings: Roleplay, light bondage, orgasm-denial.
Word Count: 4575
Notes: Snippet fic this time. Only a few more chapters to go. :)
The Mission: Prequel | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24
Genesis slept in the middle of the bed. It had been that way since they were children. Genesis claimed it was because he did not sleep well without the mattress evenly balanced around him. Angeal suspected it was because Gen liked feeling like the lord and master over all the rest of the room. It wasn’t a problem so long as Angeal got to cuddle close.
But Genesis wasn’t sleeping in the middle of the bed these days. That spot had gone to Cloud. It made sense, in a way, Angeal reflected, watching the three lovers in Genesis’s oversized, overstuffed bed. With Cloud in the middle they could share him between them, or keep him safe, even if it was just from rolling off the bed. They looked comfortable that way, Cloud with an arm reaching across Sephiroth’s chest, and Genesis spooned around Cloud, smiling contentedly in his sleep. If he complained of poor sleep and a stiff back these days, Angeal didn’t hear a whisper of it.
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow over the book he was reading. “Plenty of room,” he said and Angeal had to agree The bed was big enough for all of them. He would let the pup sleep next to Genesis for the time being.
“Angeal,” Zack moaned, “stop twitching.”
“Sorry, pup.” Angeal turned over again and tried to settle. There really was no escaping it. “There’s a smell here keeps waking me up.”
Cloud’s scent. He wasn’t there that night but the fragrance of him lingered in Genesis’s bedding. It was not anything all that special, honestly. He smelled like well-soaped young man and Shinra issue shampoo, nothing out of the ordinary. But the scent had a way of giving up its shadow notes just as Angeal was sinking into sleep, something of fresh warm milk on a cold morning and a little white mountain flower Angeal had come across on a mission once. He grunted and tried to block it out.
Genesis turned over, grumpy from being woken. “If you don’t like how my sheets smell then do the laundry yourself.”
“He’s still mad at me,” Angeal complained the next morning, frowning at his full shaving cream beard in the mirror.
Sephiroth did not pause in his combing. “Have you had sex yet?”
Angeal put his razor down. “He won’t let me. I offered him a backrub when I saw him massaging his neck yesterday and he turned me down flat.”
“Hmm,” was all Sephiroth said. “He has been having headaches lately.”
“Headaches?” Angeal braced himself against the sink.
Sephiroth nodded. “Quite a few. I was hoping he would let you kiss them better.”
Angeal came in with an offering of homemade bread, still hot from the oven. The scent didn’t draw Genesis out the way it usually did. The groans from the bedroom probably had something to do with that.
Angeal hazarded a peak. Genesis was leaning back against the far wall with his hands in Zack’s hair, fucking the boy’s face. Genesis smiled at Angeal with undisguised spite. “Lucky, lucky, Angeal. His tongue’s as talented as I’ve heard.”
Angeal shut the door and made for the kitchen. “Headache, my ass,” he grumbled and sliced the bread all crooked.
Zack didn’t complain about the treatment he was getting. Far from it. He looked forward to going up to Genesis’s place for dinner every evening. He had taken to winding down on the big new couch after missions even though he had a perfectly good bed and a stack of comic books to do that at Angeal’s little apartment. Angeal figured the big screen TV had something to do with that.
And the blankets. There were fleece blankets everywhere these days, big stacks of them. Zack liked nothing more than to strip down to his t-shirt and shorts, wrap himself up in blankets, and camp out in a nest on the couch, one hand emerging on occasion to change the channel.
“You all snug in there?” Angeal asked one evening when Zack had beat him up there. The pup was squirming under the blankets, making happy little puppy sounds, thoroughly cocooned in fleece. “Can you breathe in there?”
Black spikes poked out of a gap in the top, followed by wild, golden yellow ones. Two pairs of very blue eyes stared out. “We’re fine, Angeal,” Zack said.
“I see,” Angeal replied, and the two boys slithered back into their blanket ball and went back to their giggling.
If nothing else, Cloud was easy on the eyes. Angeal had to admit that. It was almost as if Zack had a smaller, younger, very blond little brother. He had the hair, and blue eyes that would take well to mako. His face was perhaps a little more delicate. Cloud would never have the bulk that Zack was tending towards, and might not ever get the height either, but he was trim and lean and wouldn’t be altogether a bad sight once he’d put a little more meat on his bones. He was growing into himself well and his voice seemed to have finished breaking into a rather nice tenor.
A pretty little package, all in all. For that alone it was easy to see why the others had gone for him. Why they had kept him now, that was another matter.
“I’m here,” Cloud called from the doorway. Angeal looked up as the boy peered into the kitchen. Cloud straightened, turning away slightly. “Good afternoon,” he said.
Angeal nodded at him and continued slicing beets. “The others aren’t here yet. Gen might be late. He got sent on a quick run to Kalm this morning.”
“Oh.” Cloud took it in stride though he refused to look at Angeal directly. “I’ll just clean up in the meantime, then.” He ducked out of sight and disappeared round the corner. After a moment Angeal heard the sounds of puttering around the bathroom.
He hadn’t meant to pry, honest, and he really had no intention of walking in on whatever ‘cleaning up’ might involve, but he owed it to Sephiroth and Genesis at least to keep an eye on their little one. After all they were doing a fine enough job by Zack. The bathroom door was open a sliver and Angeal could hear Cloud grumbling. Angeal angled himself to see what he could, just to make sure.
Cloud was sitting up on the vanity. From the tilt of his body he was leaning in close to the mirror. His feet were off the floor. Angeal heard him sigh. “That’ll bruise up ugly.”
Angeal frowned. Bruise? Cloud hopped off the vanity and went to the cupboard where Genesis kept a stash of potions. Angeal listened as a cap twisted off. “Bottoms up,” Cloud sighed and drank. “Yech!” Angeal smirked and tiptoed back to the kitchen. The boy could take care of himself.
“Angeal,” Genesis started, hands on his hips, “you put too much detergent in the laundry.”
“I put exactly the amount recommended on the box,” Angeal said, checking on his pot roast.
“Well, something’s gone wrong,” Genesis snapped. “The sheets are making me itch!”
“Itch?” Angeal turned. “Clean sheets shouldn’t do that.”
“Sheets that are full of soap will!” Genesis slumped down at the kitchen table, scraping at his forearms.
“Hey, hey, don’t do that,” Angeal warned, batting Genesis with an oven mitt. “You’ll scratch yourself to bits.”
“I wouldn’t have to if somebody could wash the sheets properly,” Genesis grumbled.
“Maybe they just didn’t rinse out enough,” Sephiroth put in, not even bothering to look up from his book. “Is the washing machine working properly?”
Angeal shrugged. “As far as I can tell.” He wiped one hand across his brow. “Toss everything in the hamper. I’ll wash them again with just water and see how that goes.”
“There, is that better?” Cloud asked.
“No.” Genesis shook his head. “I want more.”
Cloud rolled his eyes and poured more lotion into his hands. “Okay.” He slapped it onto Genesis’s bare back and began working it in. “You’re going through this bottle really quick, Gen.”
Genesis turned his head out of the pillow he had been happily groaning into. “How low is it?” Cloud showed him. Genesis went limp into the mattress and sighed. “I’ll get more later. Right now it’s making the itching go away.”
“Do you need any help with that?” Cloud offered.
“Thanks, but it’s okay,” Angeal said, knife moving in a flurry among the vegetables. “I’ve got it covered.” Cloud nodded and dutifully sipped his milk. The boy had a routine, Angeal was noticing. He’d come in, spend a stretch in the bathroom rinsing off the day, traipse into the kitchen in his shorts and t-shirt for a snack and sit on the couch till the others came home.
At least he was making healthy snack choices. A glass of milk, some fruit and maybe some cookies from Genesis’s new cookie jar, never more than three. It would be nice if the pup could learn to show that kind of restraint, even if nothing ever affected his appetite. Mako and hormones made for one ravenous beast. Angeal looked at Cloud sitting on the high bar chair, feet swinging back and forth as he sipped his milk without a care. Would mako treatments do the same to him?
Angeal scraped the last of his curry ingredients into a bowl. “I hear you’ve been helping Seph and Gen with their cooking.”
Cloud swallowed in a hurry. “Not really,” he said. “Mostly I just stand in the doorway with the fire extinguisher.”
Angeal glanced up at the curiously marked ceiling and nodded slowly. “Makes sense.”
“So get the points together, yeah, like that,” Zack instructed. “This one moves and the other one doesn’t and you pick things up like tweezers and eat.” Zack promptly dropped noodles on his shirt. “Aw, damn.”
Cloud snickered. “Which part is spilling food all over yourself?”
“Okay, so I don’t have it down yet.” Zack stuck his tongue out and reached for a napkin. “I’d like to see you handle dumplings with dipping sauce.”
“I think I’m handling them pretty well,” Cloud said, swiping a dumpling from Zack’s plate.
“Hey! No fair!” Zack picked his chopsticks back up. “You take my dumpling, I get your pickle!”
“No way.” Cloud moved his bowl out of the way. “You can have a dumpling back, but leave my pickle alone.”
“Children,” Angeal warned, “no fighting at the dinner table.”
“Yessir,” they said. Angeal hid his smile behind his soup bowl.
“Oh!” Sephiroth sat up so fast Cloud had to cling to him to stay in his lap. “Let’s try that next time.”
“Not a chance,” Genesis said. “You know how dangerous that is?”
Sephiroth smirked. “Isn’t that part of the appeal?”
“I don’t think it’s such a good idea, Seph,” Angeal put in, petting Zack’s hair. “Professionals make these things look easy but we don’t have near that kind of know-how.”
“We’ll never get it if we don’t try,” Sephiroth said.
“Seph,” Cloud said, holding Sephiroth’s face in his little hands, “please, find another recipe. You’re not ready to flambé.”
Their cooking had improved. Angeal would admit it. The little home library had a few solid additions on the subject, recipes, techniques and even one on cake decorating. Sephiroth thought it looked pretty. Both Sephiroth and Genesis had gotten very good with kitchen knives. There were still some spills here and there and they had not mastered clean-up but things were coming along.
“Cloud has to eat,” Genesis said one day when Angeal asked, and that was all he would say on the matter before dousing his head with olive oil ‘to cut down on this Goddessdamned dandruff’. Angeal admired their efforts, even when Zack reported that Genesis’s pasta tasted inexplicably of roast eggplant while there wasn’t an eggplant to be had in the place.
Angeal didn’t take it too seriously. It was just trying to impress a lover. They would likely stop once the novelty wore off. Then Angeal came home to find Sephiroth home alone, sitting on the floor in front of the oven and watching a roast cook inside with an intensity he used to reserve only for his prime time stories.
“Seph?” Angeal asked.
“Shh,” Sephiroth said. “The fat is dripping.”
“The living room looks really nice,” Angeal said.
“Of course it does,” Genesis said, flipping through ‘Loveless’ once again. “Try not to wreck it up this time.”
Angeal waited for the tension to pass before he tried again. “I see you matched the throw cushions to the trim on the tables.”
This time Genesis did look up. “And it was well worth the trouble.”
“Does it make that big a difference?” Angeal knew that was a mistake before he finished saying it.
“Of course it does! Caramel would have been too yellow!” Genesis snapped his book shut and went off to the bathroom so he could read in peace.
Angeal came in ready to start on dinner but it seemed that the kitchen was occupied. Considering that Genesis was involved it was a stroke of luck it wasn’t anything to sear a hole in his brain. It was… interesting, though.
Cloud was there, blindfolded and bound to a chair, dressed in his little shirt and shorts and swinging his feet like he hadn’t a care in the world. Genesis sat before him with an array of bowls. Angeal took quick stock, sniffing out what was out of sight. Cherries. Persimmon. Lemon wedges and honeydew melon. Blueberries. And dumbapples. Honest to goodness Banora dumbapples, sliced and waiting, rich purple and fragrant. Little dishes of cream and chocolate syrup rounded out the selection. Angeal took a deep, quiet breath.
Honey. Banora appleblossom honey. Genesis reached for an apple slice and swirled it around in the bowl. “What’s this one, Cloud?” he asked, trailing honey on the boy’s lips with the apple slice. Cloud opened his mouth slowly and licked the honey off. He reached with his tongue, seeking sweetness. He tilted forward in the seat with a soft moan until he caught the apple slice between his teeth. He teased it, moving his head to try to wrest it away but Genesis wouldn’t let him have it.
Cloud sighed and took a bite. He chewed and swallowed. “Apple, with honey,” he said, feet swinging.
“Good boy,” Genesis said, reaching for the cherries.
“Gen, what are you doing?” Angeal was surprised by the crack in his own voice.
Genesis looked up from the cherry he was liberally dunking in whipped cream. “I’m making sure he gets his five veggies and fruits, of course.”
With a little hitch to his step, Angeal walked around them to the counter to get set up for the evening. “That’s more than five,” he said.
At least, Angeal reflected, as he made his way in to start on yet another healthy, wholesome reparation dinner, nothing exceptionally kinky was going on. “Zack,” he called, noting the boots by the door. “Are you here?” Maybe Zack was napping before dinner.
Except that people didn’t usually nap standing up against a wall with pretty blonds kneeling in front of them. Zack turned pink when he saw Angeal. “Um, hey, ‘geal,” he said weakly.
“Dinner’ll be ready in an hour,” Angeal said and hustled away. What could he say? He’d given the okay.
Every SOLDIER kept a calendar in his head. ‘Next day’, they called it, the only thing on that calendar of any note. “When’s your next day?” they’d ask each other.
Nobody liked going to the labs.
Angeal, and he suspected Genesis as well, kept two such calendars. One was his and by extension Genesis’s, since they usually went in for their check-ups and screenings together. The other was for Sephiroth.
Sephiroth’s lab days were acknowledged among the three of them to be the worst of the lot. They left him sick, weary, demoralized, sensitive to the extreme and ready to snap at the slightest provocation. It was good to be forewarned, especially for those who shared a living space with the man. So when Angeal stepped in, careful not to make noise with the door, and heard the TV running, he had to rush into the living room to tell Zack to turn the volume down before Sephiroth came home.
Sephiroth was already home, curled up and looking dead tired on the couch. He had the remote in one hand, a cooking show he was fond of on the screen and his head in Cloud Strife’s lap. Cloud shared a little smile with Angeal and went back to stroking Sephiroth’s hair.
The third time Angeal heard Cloud making that kind of clattering in the bathroom he had to step in. “What’s going on?”
Cloud jumped off the vanity, spilling a little of the potion on himself. “Nothing. Just getting cleaned up.”
“Fixed up is more like it.” Angeal strode over and took Cloud by the chin. He turned the boy’s face back and forth under the light. “What happened?”
Cloud eased himself out of Angeal’s grip. “Just some barrack smack, nothing serious.”
Angeal frowned. “Are you sure?” Shit, the kid was just the type to get a hard time from the bigger ones, wasn’t he?
“Nothing I haven’t handled yet.” Cloud shrugged and braced for the potion.
Angeal sighed. “What’s it about?”
“Huh?” Cloud froze.
“What’s it about?” Angeal repeated. “Being little? The hair? They used to go after Gen and me for being backwoods hicks in our day, till Gen wiped the floor with them.”
Cloud smiled. “Nothing like that. They’re just jealous.” Angeal tried not to roll his eyes. Kid had an ego growing on him.
“Jealous of what?”
Cloud swallowed the potion down and screwed up his face till the taste left his mouth. “That I’m getting more action than they are.” He caught the frown that crossed Angeal’s face. “I didn’t tell them details. I wouldn’t. They don’t know anything about this.”
“So what do they know?”
Cloud blinked into the empty potion bottle. “They know I slip out to see somebody on off hours every chance I get. It’s kind of hard to hide that.”
Angeal snorted. “I’d expect half of them do the same. Why is it such a problem if it’s you?”
Cloud smiled up sheepishly. “Because I’m still the runt of the troop, Sir, and I didn’t go out of my way to hide that it’s not a girl I’m seeing.” Angeal’s fingers twitched reflexively. “It’s okay, Sir,” Cloud said. “At least two of them I’m sure it’s because they’re mad I’m not seeing them.”
Angeal had to laugh. It was always like that. He reached out to ruffle Cloud’s hair before realizing that it was in fact Cloud, and not Zack. He settled for a light pet instead. “Just take care, okay? Don’t let it get out of control.”
Cloud turned into the touch. “I won’t.”
“You’re going to have to pay me in cake for this, Gen,” Cloud said. “Lots and lots of chocolate layer cake.”
“It’s in the other basket of goodies, Cloud, dear, with bonbons on top,” Genesis said, setting the camera up. He straightened and took in the backdrop and costume. “You look adorable in that in that cape. Turn around, I want to see the whole thing.”
Cloud rolled his eyes and spun in place, petticoats awhirl under the red cloak. “Do you want the hood up or down?”
Genesis folded his arms across his chest. “Up, but I don’t want it shadowing your face. Let it fall down when the wolves slink out and surprise you. Hear that, you two? Give him a good shock.”
“Oh, we will,” Zack said, straightening his furry ears.
Sephiroth nodded. “We’ll scare him stiff.”
“What about me?” Angeal asked.
“Go back to bed, ‘Grandma’,” Genesis huffed. “The wolves will come to eat you after they’re done with Little Red.”
“I don’t know,” Angeal ventured, “if it’s entirely healthy to be training a young man up in such ways.”
The eyebrow Genesis raised over his book was a challenge. “And what ways are those?”
“All those… toys,” Angeal said, for lack of a better word. “And the restraints and the costumes and the games.”
“Nobody’s forcing him into anything,” Genesis said. “And you’re a fine one to talk. You’ve trained your pup into such total submission even Cloud’s topping him.”
Angeal frowned. “That’s not what it looked like to me.”
“It’s true,” Sephiroth said, “When they’re together Cloud’s in control.”
“But, but-,” Angeal sputtered. “But he’s on the taking side.”
“Cloud takes cock because Cloud likes taking cock,” Genesis snapped.
Sephiroth nodded. “Doesn’t mean he’s not in charge.”
“Please, ‘geal,” the puppy pleaded. “I miss you.” It was hard to argue with those eyes.
“Here, Zack? Are you sure?”
“I’ve done it here before and so have you.” Zack pouted. “Why should it make any difference if we do it together? That was the idea, wasn’t it? Please, Angeal.” He pressed the entire length of his body against Angeal. “Please.”
Angeal grabbed Zack by the arms and kissed him. It had been too long for just the two of them. He marched Zack backwards, making for the bedroom without ever breaking the kiss. Zack was so hard already, so needy and pliant and yielding. Angeal felt his heart racing in response. But when he pushed the door open, the room was already occupied.
Cloud shrieked at the intrusion but Sephiroth did not falter. Angeal stood still, clutching Zack against him as he tried to process what he was seeing. Cloud was secured to the bed post, wrists bound together with silk bands from Genesis’s collection. Sephiroth had Cloud’s legs up over his shoulders for better access. Angeal blinked and tried to turn away but his legs wouldn’t move. Sephiroth glanced backwards. “Plenty of room,” he said, indicating the other half of the bed.
“Cloud?” Zack called out. There was a surge of hardness against Angeal’s thigh.
“He won’t- won’t let me come,” Cloud wailed, tugging at the bindings. Angeal glanced up and caught sight of Sephiroth’s member as it moved, and above that, Cloud’s engorged cock encircled by a strap of black leather.
Sephiroth thrust in extra hard, forcing a sharp cry out of Cloud. “He doesn’t come until he satisfies me.”
“Cloud!” Zack moved towards the bed pulling a mute Angeal along with him. He turned and looked up at Angeal in a silent plea to do something. Angeal didn’t think there was anything he could do, not with all the blood leaving his brain.
Sephiroth growled. “If he can’t do it alone, maybe you need to help him. If Angeal says it’s okay.”
“Angeal?” Zack looked up.
Angeal blinked. “Do what you want.” Zack pulled him down to the bed.
“Lube’s on the dresser,” Sephiroth said, moving his head to let the ends of his hair brush Cloud’s face. Angeal knew from the groan that Sephiroth made afterwards that Cloud was doing all he could to please the man even without use of his hands.
Zack was on the bed and crawling towards Cloud before Angeal could think. “Cloud,” he said, unable to say more. He reached out and caressed Cloud’s face, drying the boy’s frustrated tears.
Angeal busied himself with belts and lube to have something to do. He knew Zack and Cloud had been growing closer. He knew they were physical. But he had never watched them before. Sure, he had walked in on them that one time, but that didn’t count. He hadn’t stayed. He hadn’t watched Zack rain little kisses on Cloud’s skin, hadn’t watched the shape of Cloud’s lips as he called out Zack’s name.
Sephiroth sped up, forcing another sharp cry from Cloud’s throat. Angeal would have called a stop except that neither Sephiroth nor Zack seemed alarmed. Cloud did have safewords, he remembered Zack mentioning, but Angeal had never bothered to ask what those words were.
No words were leaving Cloud’s lips now, just sounds, little bird-like cries as Zack kissed his forehead and caressed his chest. Angeal stripped Zack’s lower half and concentrated on what he was trying to do with the lube. “Cloud,” Zack was whispering, “just a little more, Cloud.”
“I can’t,” Cloud said, voice hitching. “I can’t.”
“You will,” Sephiroth said. It was a quiet order. Angeal’s own cock twitched to obey. He slid slick fingers into Zack and reached under with his other hand. Zack was furiously hard, thrusting readily into Angeal’s hand.
“More,” Sephiroth said and Zack swooped in to catch Cloud’s mouth. It was a messy, sloppy kiss with tongue everywhere, the kind that was meant as a show. Sephiroth grunted his approval and slammed into Cloud, shaking the bed out of place. He reached down and undid the clasp of the cock ring, offering Cloud the rough touch of his palm. Cloud clenched his teeth, fighting the tide, but he soon flushed all the way down to his chest, and arched his back with a cry.
He sank back to bed gasping under Sephiroth’s weight. Zack looked back over his shoulder, pleading silently with Angeal for his own release. It could not come fast enough. Sephiroth lay on top of his little lover, taking in the sight with a sated disinterest. Cloud’s eyes fluttered open at the motion beside him, but he too was content. “Untie me, Seph,” was all he said, and when his hands were free he reached out to brush Zack’s trembling fingers.
It was over much sooner than Angeal had anticipated. He just hadn’t been able to hold himself back this time. Well, it had been a while. He eventually untangled himself from Zack’s warm body and joined Sephiroth in the bathroom.
“He’s beautiful,” Sephiroth said, and Angeal knew he was talking about Zack.
“Thanks, I guess. Not like I had anything to do with that.”
“I’m glad you brought him here,” Sephiroth said, soaking a towel in warm water. “He’s been good company for Cloud.”
Yes, Angeal wanted to say, very, very good company. But it wouldn’t do to be spiteful. He should count his lucky stars that things seemed to be working out. “Cloud’s been good for Zack too, I think.”
“They look good together,” Sephiroth said, smirking at his reflection.
“I noticed.”
“You should watch them sometime.”
Angeal snorted. “If it’s always like it was just now, I’d have a hard time just watching.”
Sephiroth nodded. “That’s true enough.”
Angeal gave Sephiroth a surprised look. “What’s stopping you?”
Sephiroth did not miss a beat. “Your puppy hasn’t said it’s okay with him yet.”
“Is that all?” Angeal almost laughed. “You’re still The General Sephiroth, you know. Boy’s more than a little starstruck.”
“So I need to ask him?” Sephiroth appeared to consider it. “Very well. I suppose you’ll get around to asking Cloud yourself sometime. If you’re interested, that is.”
Angeal wanted to say he wasn’t. It felt like the proper response but he knew it was a lie. He said nothing at all until they went back to bed and then he only asked Zack to roll over for a moment to get cleaned up. When he finished, he held Zack close in his arms and hooked his chin over the boy’s shoulder to spend a long night watching Cloud sleep.
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Date: 2010-06-30 04:29 am (UTC)From:Lmao.
And you just know that once Seph does ask, Zack will still be more that a little starstruck, haha.
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Date: 2010-06-30 09:35 pm (UTC)From: