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Title: The Mission (27): Deep Ground
Fandom: FFVII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth/Cloud, Genesis, Angeal/Zack
Rating: NC-17
Contents: Fisting, voyeurism.
Word Count: 3916
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 | 25 | 26
“It was awesome, Angeal! You should have seen me out there! I was swinging and jumping and-“
“Pup, it’s late.” Actually it was so early it was painful. Angeal nearly stumbled into the counter, not sure if he wanted hot chocolate or coffee. “You sure you don’t want to sleep?”
“I can’t sleep now, ‘geal! I’ve got too much to tell you! I’m running on adrenaline! I’m full of awesome! I’m-“
“Going to wake up everybody in the house if you don’t pipe down.” Angeal settled for hot chocolate. If he got Zack settled he could still squeeze in a couple hours of sleep. “Squats, Zack. Get going and burn off that excess energy.”
“Aw, ‘kay.” Zack began to work his thighs, counting silently with his back to the door.
Genesis stumbled in with bedhead, his robe half undone. He stopped in the doorway and took in the sights. “Nice.”
“Huh?” Zack turned.
“Keep going, Zack,” Angeal instructed, microwaving some milk.
“Yes, Zack,” Genesis said. “Do.” He circled around and fumbled his way to a chair. “Good job with that,” he said to Angeal, watching with obvious appreciation.
“I only started him on squats to keep him from bouncing all over the place.” Angeal spooned some cocoa in and took a seat. “Helps him focus, you know.”
“Of course. I see. And what it does for his glutes has nothing to do with it?”
“Nothing at all.”
“Sure.”
Angeal snorted. “Did he wake you?”
Genesis shrugged. One shoulder of his robe slipped low. “I wasn’t sleeping well anyway. My dreams are getting strange again.”
Angeal raised one eyebrow over his mug. Genesis’s dreams were frequently interesting but he did not always want to share them. Now with company in the room… “Was it bad?”
“Terrible.” Genesis stared at the napkin holder, eyes glazing over. “You know that one where you’re a stripper but when you get on stage people start shouting at you to put your clothes back on?”
Angeal burned his tongue with the cocoa. “Can’t say that I do, actually.”
“Oh.” Genesis slumped forward and took a good look at his friend. “Guess you wouldn’t,” he said. “The fights over your thongs would be the stuff of legend.”
“Who’s in a thong?” Zack asked.
“Keep going,” Angeal said.
Sephiroth appeared in the doorway with a large blanket-wrapped bundle. He spared a sleepy glance at Zack and made his way to the table, settling in with precious cargo in his lap. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing much,” Angeal said. “Did we wake you?”
Sephiroth shook his head. “I saw everyone leaving and decided to see what was going on.”
Genesis covered a yawn. “And you had to bring Cloud with you?”
Sephiroth curled his arms tighter around the blanket mummy. “I couldn’t leave him there all alone.”
“Of course not.” Angeal understood, eyes on Zack. The boy’s thighs must have been burning but he kept pushing through.
“Why are you all out here?” Sephiroth asked.
“Waiting up for Zack,” Angeal said, sipping his hot chocolate.
“Weird dreams,” Genesis said, propping himself up on an elbow.
Sephiroth tilted his head. “You’re not pregnant again, are you?”
Zack’s legs gave out and he hit the floor. “Who’s pregnant?”
“Nobody’s pregnant, Zack,” Angeal said. “Ready to sit down now?”
“Yes, sir!” Zack crawled to the chair and pulled himself up, looking from Sephiroth to Genesis. “What’s going on?”
“Strange dreams, little pup, that’s all.” Genesis covered a yawn. “I get them a lot.”
“Oh.” Zack scratched his head.
“He had some doozies back when we were Thirds,” Angeal said, swirling his chocolate. “Kept us from being bored to tears when there was a lull in the action.”
“That’s what the pregnant thing is about,” Genesis said, eyes on how Sephiroth was rocking Cloud side to side. “I went through a phase where I kept dreaming I was expecting. It lasted a full nine months, from morning sickness right down to being ready to pop.” He shuddered. “Angeal, don’t ever let me get that fat.”
“I won’t.” Angeal quirked an eyebrow at Zack.
“So… did you?” Zack asked.
“Did I what?”
“Pop,” Sephiroth said, pulling the blanket further down over Cloud’s eyes.
“Oh. Yes. Yes, I did.” Genesis stared at the table again, mind far away.
Zack cleared his throat. “Boy or girl?”
“Squid.” Genesis shook his head. “I never figured that part out.”
“Want some hot chocolate, Zack?” Angeal cut in.
“No, thank you.” Zack turned right back to Genesis. “How did that happen?”
“What, the dreams? Action was slow at the front. I think my brain was trying to keep me entertained.”
“No, I mean…” Zack scrunched up his face. “You know.”
“You know what, I’m not sure.” Genesis raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should ask Sephiroth.”
Sephiroth brushed it off. “Ask me what? It was your dream.”
“It was your squid.”
Angeal sighed.
“Who’s a squid?” Cloud asked, stirring against Sephiroth’s chest.
“Nobody,” Sephiroth whispered, cradling Cloud closer. “Go back to sleep.”
Genesis snorted. “Want me to warm you up a bottle for him?” Sephiroth ignored him.
Zack yawned. “I’m sleepy.”
“Then off to bed, puppy.” Angeal ruffled his hair. “Brush your teeth.”
Zack made an appropriately puppyish growl. “Wish I could do like a real dog and chew a biscuit instead.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Genesis said, wagging a finger at him. “No doggy breath in my bed.” Zack yipped and went down the hall.
“If you’re all on your way back in, I’ll take Cloud back to bed too.” Sephiroth rose. Cloud’s hands slithered out of the blankets to cling to Sephiroth’s neck. Genesis watched them go and sighed
“What’s got you now, Gen?” Angeal asked.
“Remember what he was like back when the war was young?” Genesis wiped a mock tear from his eye. “Our little Sephy’s all grown up.”
“And going after jailbait of his own,” Angeal said, finishing his drink.
“You’ve got no room to talk, ‘geal. None at all.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Genesis was a master of the grand entrance and when he strolled in from his shopping trip, coat awry, chest heaving, hair in complete disarray, he knew it was an award-worthy performance. He set the bags down and caught his breath, taking time to run a hand through his hair. “I’m home,” he announced.
Sephiroth grunted.
Genesis huffed and flopped down on the couch. “Nice to see you too,” he said, checking to see whatever had Sephiroth’s attention this time. “Um, Sephiroth?”
“Hm?”
“TV’s off. Did you know that?”
“Hm.” Sephiroth exhaled.
Genesis risked a sideways glance. Sephiroth was alone in his seat and there was not a thing going on that would warrant averted eyes, or lewd comments and a request to join in. “So you’re just sitting here, then?”
“Waiting for dinner.”
Genesis leaned back. “No need to make it sound like an execution. Unless….” He sniffed delicately. “It’s not liver.”
“No.” Sephiroth’s head was turned to the screen but his eyes were miles away.
“Here,” Genesis said, passing him a shopping bag. “You can help me get the labels off.”
Sephiroth did stir then, watching as Genesis began sorting things into heaps. The new clothes weren’t Genesis’s style at all. “What are those?”
“New PJs for Cloud,” Genesis said. “He’s outgrowing all his old ones.” He hoisted out a dark blue flannel number. There was a tiny chocobo embroidered on the pocket. Sephiroth’s stomach twisted.
“Those look… big.”
“Pfft, not half as big as yours. Or mine, for that matter. But I did get them on the large side so he can grow into them instead of out.” Genesis shook out a paler blue set with a repeating pattern of tiny clouds. “Even if his frame is filling out, he’ll be just adorable in this, don’t you think? Seph?”
Sephiroth looked mournful. He stood and held one of the pants up, checking the height of the waistband from the floor. “Hmm.” He reached for the shirt and flapped it out, making a rough estimate of where a grown Cloud’s chest would reach and where his head would be. It came up somewhere under his own chin. Genesis would have sworn the mako sparked in Sephiroth’s eyes. “Just right,” Sephiroth said, with a very little smile.
“Dinner!” Angeal called.
“Well, I guess I’ll see about these later,” Genesis said, taking Sephiroth’s hand.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Sephiroth frowned down at his empty dinner plate, studying how his hair moved in the shadowy reflection for lack of anything more entertaining.
“Carrots, Seph?” Genesis asked, holding out the dish. Sephiroth took it with a nod and covered up his plate self. Potatoes came next, then broccoli and the lamb. Sephiroth ate without tasting and wondered why his knife seemed so noisy on the plate.
“It’s quiet tonight,” Angeal said. Sephiroth looked up. That was it.
“Zack’s not here to yip away,” Genesis said, topping up everyone’s juice. “He makes enough noise for six of him.”
“I suppose it is quieter without the young ones,” Angeal said. “Take some broccoli, Gen.”
“I don’t want any,” Genesis said.
“Gen.” Angeal’s voice mimicked his mother’s so perfectly he disturbed himself.
“I don’t like broccoli,” Genesis said. “It looks like a little tree. It even tastes like a tree.”
Angeal grunted. “You know what trees taste like?”
Genesis gave him an arch look. “All that wood I eat, you saying I don’t?”
“Touché.” Angeal set the serving dish down and busied himself eating. Sephiroth sighed. “Something the matter?” Angeal asked.
“It’s…” Sephiroth struggled for the words. “Quiet.”
“Thought you liked it that way,” Genesis said.
“I do,” Sephiroth said, but his brow furrowed. “I did.”
Genesis smiled a knowing smile. “You miss Cloud.”
Sephiroth sighed again. “I think I do.” He contemplated the juice bottle. “I don’t think I ever really did. Miss somebody, that is.”
“Pretty natural thing if you’re forming attachments,” Angeal said, considering that he might have overdone the carrots just a tad. Shame about the nutrients.
“I’m hurt,” Genesis teased. “You never once missed me?”
Sephiroth blinked. “You come back.”
“Oh, that’s why?” Genesis snorted. “Maybe one day I won’t. Then you’ll miss me.”
“Don’t rock back on the chair, Gen,” Angeal said.
“Yes, mother.” Genesis settled forward with a thump. “They’ll be back in a couple days, right?”
“Day after tomorrow for Cloud, end of the week for Zack.” Sephiroth helped himself to more lamb and scraped up some of the extra garlic for good measure.
“Somebody’s keeping track.” Genesis looked impressed. He nudged Angeal’s foot under the table and they shared a glance over their potatoes.
Sephiroth swallowed his bite and set his fork down with a clatter. “I wish you two wouldn’t do that anymore.”
Angeal jerked. “Do what?”
“Look at each other like that.” Sephiroth fiddled with his knife, rearranging his broccoli on the plate. “Like it’s so wonderful that Sephiroth is finally doing something normal people do.” He dropped the broccoli and the knife too. His head drooped forward till his hair was nearly in his plate. “I’m tired of people acting strange around me. I don’t need you doing it too.”
“People act strange around all of us, Seph,” Genesis said, “It’s the rank, you know.”
“That doesn’t explain everyone,” Sephiroth said, vaguely wishing Angeal had chosen to cook pasta instead. Pasta made him feel better.
“Pff, you’re just edgy without your little bird in your lap,” Genesis said, reaching for his drink. “Who could possibly be acting oddly enough to get you so worked up otherwise?”
Sephiroth sighed. “Lazard.”
Genesis gulped down his mouthful of juice. “Okay, I’ll give you that.”
“Is there something I’m missing here?” Angeal asked, cutlery frozen above his plate.
“He hasn’t been doing it to you?” Sephiroth asked.
“Doing what?”
“Meddling,” Genesis said. “Or prying, more like. I’m sure he’s always known more than he lets on but lately he’s been actually fishing for information. He keeps making these comments. It’s like he wants details all of a sudden.”
“Details?”
“About our sex lives,” Genesis said. “More juice?” Angeal covered his glass with his hand to refuse.
“It’s not all about sex, Gen,” Sephiroth said. “He was nosy about work today.”
“Was he now?” Genesis leaned back in his chair. “What did he say? Exact words if you’ve got them.”
Sephiroth shot Genesis a slit-eyed glare but complied. “He said, ‘You’re not going to let Rhapsodos work you too hard tonight, are you?’ So I told him if I was working tonight it would be solo and he said it’s a pity we’re at that stage already.”
“Seph,” Genesis said, “you told him you were going to masturbate.”
“I did not.” Sephiroth froze as he puzzled over the words and the tone and the atrocious knowing smirk Deusericus always seemed to be wearing these days. His slumped his shoulders when he figured it out. “Why do people even bring sex up at work? That’s ridiculous. Besides, sex isn’t hard work.” He frowned. “Unless you don’t know what you’re doing. Or you’re really out of shape.”
Genesis frowned down at the broccoli Angeal had sneaked onto his plate. “Guess I should spend a little more time on the treadmill then. Last round I had with the pets left me wrung out like an old mop in the corner.”
“That’s what your old bones get for trying to take on two imminent hormone explosions at once,” Angeal said. “Not that I didn’t enjoy the show.”
“Old bones?” Genesis sawed into his lamb with a significant vigor. “You didn’t say that when you were jumping them this morning.”
“Never said mine were any younger,” Angeal said. He waggled his eyebrows to make Genesis smile.
Sephiroth picked his plate up. “I’m going to eat on the couch. Continue your foreplay.”
“You don’t want in?” Angeal asked. Sephiroth only grunted and disappeared, plate in hand. “What’s this mood about?” Angeal said.
“Misses his little chocobo, that’s all,” Genesis said. “He’ll be better day after tomorrow.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
It was like flipping a switch. Cloud came home and Sephiroth was calm again. Cheerful, even. In fact, Angeal would have called it downright cuddly. When he left them curled up together in bed he was almost glad for his early morning mission. Any longer next to their wordless nuzzling and he would have caught the cooties.
He hadn’t expected the transport delays. Or the road repairs. Or the rains and the rapids that came with them. There was no ambush, no terrorists, no traps, booby or otherwise, just a serious of little stings and setbacks that could grind a spirit down. Angeal made a dinner of ration bars in the back of a truck on the way home and counted his lucky stars that the worst injury of the day had been somebody’s sprained ankle and an itchy bug bite or two. He slept part of the way. By the time he crawled his way back up to the apartment, he had been gone for just over twenty-four hours. He wanted only two things: a hot shower and a warm bed.
The door opened to a darkened room. Everything seemed in order. Angeal busied himself stripping off his outer gear near the door. He had just started on his boots when warm arms wrapped around him and a firm body pressed itself against his back. “Welcome home, Angeal.”
“Pup?” Angeal counted the hours in his head. Zack had beat him home. “Did you wait up for me?”
Zack nuzzled against Angeal’s shoulder. “You wait up for me.”
Angeal spun around and hugged Zack in the dark. “It’s my responsibility to wait up for you, Zack.”
“Is not,” Zack said. “You just worry.” He rubbed his cheeks against Angeal’s shirt. “I worry too.”
“Maybe I’m the bad influence on you after all.” Angeal stroked Zack’s hair. “You go get some rest now. I’ll be right there after I shower.” He caught the glow of Zack’s eyes in the dark. “Go on, now.”
“Okay.” Zack gave him a small kiss and took him by the hand. Angeal let himself be led to the bedroom. Everyone else was already there, sound asleep.
“Full house tonight, eh?” Angeal said.
“It is now,” Zack said, letting Angeal go. Angeal let his fingers linger on Zack’s hand before sliding into the bathroom. He shed his uniform, dumped it all into the laundry hamper and stepped into a steaming shower to soak the chill from his bones.
He stumbled out of the bathroom half wet. Zack met him at the door again. “Here,” he said, putting an extra towel over Angeal’s head. “You’re always letting your hair drip.”
“Zack,” Angeal said, reaching up to hold the towel. “I thought I told you to get some sleep.”
Zack’s eyes brightened in the dark. “I can’t sleep without you.”
Angeal smiled under the towel head covering. “Been missing me, Pup?”
“Yeah.” Zack tangled his fingers with Angeal’s and led him to bed.
“Here, Puppy?” Angeal asked. “The rest of them are sleeping.”
Zack bent his head and slid backwards into the gap in the middle. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Hm, guess not.” Angeal let his towels fall and followed Zack up the bed. It was a game they had played often, the alpha and omega, a dominant force ascendant over perfect submission. Zack slid back against the pillow, throat bared for attention. Angeal lowered himself on Zack with teeth and a growl. Zack writhed beneath him, spreading himself wide. His hips bucked against Angeal’s thigh. Angeal reached his hands down to Zack’s waistband. The few seconds separation it took to get Zack undressed were an unwelcome chill. Angeal flung himself back down on Zack, reaching for every bit of that warmth he could get, not caring who he woke.
Zack smelled of soap and himself. Angeal buried his face against all the best places. He trailed his hands down Zack’s body, seeking out the most sensitive areas. He almost laughed when Zack reached under the pillow. It was a convenient hiding place, evidence that this had all been carefully planned. But what Zack pulled out was not their usual lube. It was the heavy, slick cream that they used for one purpose only. Angeal knew Zack couldn’t miss the reaction that was having on him. “You sure, Pup?”
Zack nodded and handed Angeal the jar. “I’m ready.”
Angeal glanced to either side. Sephiroth was probably awake and giving them barrack courtesy by making no sign. The other two were sleeping like logs. Pity, Angeal thought. They were going to miss out. He sat up, jar in hand and urged Zack to spread his legs as wide as he could. He caught one foot and kissed Zack’s ankle, running his tongue over it to tease. Zack whimpered in protest. “Angeal! Don’t make me wait. I’ve been waiting all night.”
“Hm. Impatient pup.” Angeal brushed a hand over Zack’s cock and gave it a playful squeeze. Zack squirmed and pouted. “Okay, okay,” Angeal conceded. He set one of Zack’s knees on his shoulder and opened the jar. “You’re sure about this?”
Zack nodded. Angeal paused to inspect his hands before opening the jar. He started with one finger. Zack accepted it easily, moaning quietly, eyes closed. Angeal leaned up over his student, taking in the calm eyes and blissful smile. “Got yourself ready for me, pup?” Zack nodded. Angeal added a second finger. Zack pushed himself against it, eager and ready.
Angeal only stopped long enough to slick his hand up some more before proceeding. The third finger had Zack gasping. The fourth had him reaching down to pull Angeal’s wrist further along. “Easy, easy, Zack,” Angeal said. “Don’t force it.”
“But I’m ready,” Zack groaned.
Angeal smacked Zack’s hip with his free hand. “Impatient.” He thought he saw Sephiroth’s eyelashes flutter. The cry Zack made when Angeal pushed his fingers in past the knuckles had Genesis stirring in his own heavy sleep. “Just a little more, Zack.”
Zack’s eyes opened and signaled his readiness with a nod and an angling of his hips. Angeal kept his eyes on Zack’s face as he slid his entire hand in. Zack let out a small cry, reaching up to grab his head with his hands. “Pup, is it too much?” Angeal froze, watching how Zack’s chest heaved. He felt eyes on him, Genesis’s, Sephiroth’s and Cloud’s.
Zack’s lips moved and his whole body trembled. Angeal leaned in to hear. “More,” Zack said. “More.”
Angeal settled back down and smiled. “If you like.” He curled his hand inside Zack, gasping himself now as Zack tightened around him. “Easy, easy, puppy, just relax.” Zack whimpered and complied, grabbing hold of both sides of his pillow. Angeal saw how he bit his lip. “Pup, tell me if it’s too much.”
Zack’s eyes opened and he hit Angeal with his most wicked grin. “Keep going, ‘geal.” So Angeal did, breathing hard himself now from the heat and the fit and pure satisfaction. Zack was making no effort to hold himself back anymore, twisting and crying out fragments of Angeal’s name. Genesis propped himself and was looking on with undisguised interest. He offered no commentary which was just as well. Angeal didn’t have the mind to respond.
“Zack,” Cloud whispered beside him. He reached up one hand to touch Zack’s face. Angeal watched Zack turn into the touch. Cloud’s fingers brushed Zack’s open lips. Angeal moved his arm in a bit deeper to watch how Cloud’s eyes widened when Zack began to scream. “Like that, Zack?” he asked.
“Yes! Gaia!” Zack began to plead for help, for mercy, for everything to stop because he couldn’t take any more. Cloud began to gasp too, growing noticeably agitated.
“It’s okay,” Angeal said to both of them.
Sephiroth tightened his arm around Cloud, reaching down to give Cloud some attention. “No safeword yet, Cloud,” he said, reaching into Cloud’s pajamas. Cloud clung to Sephiroth’s arm. Angeal could feel the added shift in the mattress as Cloud moved his hips.
“Angeal,” Zack said. He sounded close to tears.
Angeal knew it wouldn’t be long now. “That’s it, Zack. Don’t hide. Let me see you.” Zack obeyed, forcing his hands down to his side, away from his face. Genesis took one hand and let Zack squeeze at tight as he needed to.
Zack’s breath began to shift in a very familiar way. His heels dug into the mattress. Angeal heard the sheets tear where Zack had grabbed them. “You’re beautiful, puppy,” Angeal said in the voice he knew Zack liked. Zack tightened hard on him with one soundless cry, spilling himself hard over his own stomach.
Angeal groaned from the strain and rode out the waves watching Zack become a human puddle on the mattress. He barely needed the spare hand for himself after what he had seen. Genesis took a tissue from the nightstand and dabbed at Zack’s damp forehead. “Beautiful, Zack,” he said. Zack murmured something unintelligible, too weak to move.
“Tissue, please,” Sephiroth said.
Genesis passed him one over Zack’s flushed face. “You want one too, Angeal?”
Angeal shook his head, doing what he could not to disturb Zack further. “I’d better clean up in the bathroom. I’ll be back.” He slid off the bed, jelly-legged and unsteady. He spared a lingering touch to Zack’s feet before going. Zack’s eyelashes were the only parts of him that moved.
Cloud looked back over his shoulder at Sephiroth. “Can we try that sometime?”
Sephiroth smirked at him. “If you’re good.”
Fandom: FFVII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth/Cloud, Genesis, Angeal/Zack
Rating: NC-17
Contents: Fisting, voyeurism.
Word Count: 3916
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 | 25 | 26
“It was awesome, Angeal! You should have seen me out there! I was swinging and jumping and-“
“Pup, it’s late.” Actually it was so early it was painful. Angeal nearly stumbled into the counter, not sure if he wanted hot chocolate or coffee. “You sure you don’t want to sleep?”
“I can’t sleep now, ‘geal! I’ve got too much to tell you! I’m running on adrenaline! I’m full of awesome! I’m-“
“Going to wake up everybody in the house if you don’t pipe down.” Angeal settled for hot chocolate. If he got Zack settled he could still squeeze in a couple hours of sleep. “Squats, Zack. Get going and burn off that excess energy.”
“Aw, ‘kay.” Zack began to work his thighs, counting silently with his back to the door.
Genesis stumbled in with bedhead, his robe half undone. He stopped in the doorway and took in the sights. “Nice.”
“Huh?” Zack turned.
“Keep going, Zack,” Angeal instructed, microwaving some milk.
“Yes, Zack,” Genesis said. “Do.” He circled around and fumbled his way to a chair. “Good job with that,” he said to Angeal, watching with obvious appreciation.
“I only started him on squats to keep him from bouncing all over the place.” Angeal spooned some cocoa in and took a seat. “Helps him focus, you know.”
“Of course. I see. And what it does for his glutes has nothing to do with it?”
“Nothing at all.”
“Sure.”
Angeal snorted. “Did he wake you?”
Genesis shrugged. One shoulder of his robe slipped low. “I wasn’t sleeping well anyway. My dreams are getting strange again.”
Angeal raised one eyebrow over his mug. Genesis’s dreams were frequently interesting but he did not always want to share them. Now with company in the room… “Was it bad?”
“Terrible.” Genesis stared at the napkin holder, eyes glazing over. “You know that one where you’re a stripper but when you get on stage people start shouting at you to put your clothes back on?”
Angeal burned his tongue with the cocoa. “Can’t say that I do, actually.”
“Oh.” Genesis slumped forward and took a good look at his friend. “Guess you wouldn’t,” he said. “The fights over your thongs would be the stuff of legend.”
“Who’s in a thong?” Zack asked.
“Keep going,” Angeal said.
Sephiroth appeared in the doorway with a large blanket-wrapped bundle. He spared a sleepy glance at Zack and made his way to the table, settling in with precious cargo in his lap. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing much,” Angeal said. “Did we wake you?”
Sephiroth shook his head. “I saw everyone leaving and decided to see what was going on.”
Genesis covered a yawn. “And you had to bring Cloud with you?”
Sephiroth curled his arms tighter around the blanket mummy. “I couldn’t leave him there all alone.”
“Of course not.” Angeal understood, eyes on Zack. The boy’s thighs must have been burning but he kept pushing through.
“Why are you all out here?” Sephiroth asked.
“Waiting up for Zack,” Angeal said, sipping his hot chocolate.
“Weird dreams,” Genesis said, propping himself up on an elbow.
Sephiroth tilted his head. “You’re not pregnant again, are you?”
Zack’s legs gave out and he hit the floor. “Who’s pregnant?”
“Nobody’s pregnant, Zack,” Angeal said. “Ready to sit down now?”
“Yes, sir!” Zack crawled to the chair and pulled himself up, looking from Sephiroth to Genesis. “What’s going on?”
“Strange dreams, little pup, that’s all.” Genesis covered a yawn. “I get them a lot.”
“Oh.” Zack scratched his head.
“He had some doozies back when we were Thirds,” Angeal said, swirling his chocolate. “Kept us from being bored to tears when there was a lull in the action.”
“That’s what the pregnant thing is about,” Genesis said, eyes on how Sephiroth was rocking Cloud side to side. “I went through a phase where I kept dreaming I was expecting. It lasted a full nine months, from morning sickness right down to being ready to pop.” He shuddered. “Angeal, don’t ever let me get that fat.”
“I won’t.” Angeal quirked an eyebrow at Zack.
“So… did you?” Zack asked.
“Did I what?”
“Pop,” Sephiroth said, pulling the blanket further down over Cloud’s eyes.
“Oh. Yes. Yes, I did.” Genesis stared at the table again, mind far away.
Zack cleared his throat. “Boy or girl?”
“Squid.” Genesis shook his head. “I never figured that part out.”
“Want some hot chocolate, Zack?” Angeal cut in.
“No, thank you.” Zack turned right back to Genesis. “How did that happen?”
“What, the dreams? Action was slow at the front. I think my brain was trying to keep me entertained.”
“No, I mean…” Zack scrunched up his face. “You know.”
“You know what, I’m not sure.” Genesis raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should ask Sephiroth.”
Sephiroth brushed it off. “Ask me what? It was your dream.”
“It was your squid.”
Angeal sighed.
“Who’s a squid?” Cloud asked, stirring against Sephiroth’s chest.
“Nobody,” Sephiroth whispered, cradling Cloud closer. “Go back to sleep.”
Genesis snorted. “Want me to warm you up a bottle for him?” Sephiroth ignored him.
Zack yawned. “I’m sleepy.”
“Then off to bed, puppy.” Angeal ruffled his hair. “Brush your teeth.”
Zack made an appropriately puppyish growl. “Wish I could do like a real dog and chew a biscuit instead.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Genesis said, wagging a finger at him. “No doggy breath in my bed.” Zack yipped and went down the hall.
“If you’re all on your way back in, I’ll take Cloud back to bed too.” Sephiroth rose. Cloud’s hands slithered out of the blankets to cling to Sephiroth’s neck. Genesis watched them go and sighed
“What’s got you now, Gen?” Angeal asked.
“Remember what he was like back when the war was young?” Genesis wiped a mock tear from his eye. “Our little Sephy’s all grown up.”
“And going after jailbait of his own,” Angeal said, finishing his drink.
“You’ve got no room to talk, ‘geal. None at all.”
Genesis was a master of the grand entrance and when he strolled in from his shopping trip, coat awry, chest heaving, hair in complete disarray, he knew it was an award-worthy performance. He set the bags down and caught his breath, taking time to run a hand through his hair. “I’m home,” he announced.
Sephiroth grunted.
Genesis huffed and flopped down on the couch. “Nice to see you too,” he said, checking to see whatever had Sephiroth’s attention this time. “Um, Sephiroth?”
“Hm?”
“TV’s off. Did you know that?”
“Hm.” Sephiroth exhaled.
Genesis risked a sideways glance. Sephiroth was alone in his seat and there was not a thing going on that would warrant averted eyes, or lewd comments and a request to join in. “So you’re just sitting here, then?”
“Waiting for dinner.”
Genesis leaned back. “No need to make it sound like an execution. Unless….” He sniffed delicately. “It’s not liver.”
“No.” Sephiroth’s head was turned to the screen but his eyes were miles away.
“Here,” Genesis said, passing him a shopping bag. “You can help me get the labels off.”
Sephiroth did stir then, watching as Genesis began sorting things into heaps. The new clothes weren’t Genesis’s style at all. “What are those?”
“New PJs for Cloud,” Genesis said. “He’s outgrowing all his old ones.” He hoisted out a dark blue flannel number. There was a tiny chocobo embroidered on the pocket. Sephiroth’s stomach twisted.
“Those look… big.”
“Pfft, not half as big as yours. Or mine, for that matter. But I did get them on the large side so he can grow into them instead of out.” Genesis shook out a paler blue set with a repeating pattern of tiny clouds. “Even if his frame is filling out, he’ll be just adorable in this, don’t you think? Seph?”
Sephiroth looked mournful. He stood and held one of the pants up, checking the height of the waistband from the floor. “Hmm.” He reached for the shirt and flapped it out, making a rough estimate of where a grown Cloud’s chest would reach and where his head would be. It came up somewhere under his own chin. Genesis would have sworn the mako sparked in Sephiroth’s eyes. “Just right,” Sephiroth said, with a very little smile.
“Dinner!” Angeal called.
“Well, I guess I’ll see about these later,” Genesis said, taking Sephiroth’s hand.
Sephiroth frowned down at his empty dinner plate, studying how his hair moved in the shadowy reflection for lack of anything more entertaining.
“Carrots, Seph?” Genesis asked, holding out the dish. Sephiroth took it with a nod and covered up his plate self. Potatoes came next, then broccoli and the lamb. Sephiroth ate without tasting and wondered why his knife seemed so noisy on the plate.
“It’s quiet tonight,” Angeal said. Sephiroth looked up. That was it.
“Zack’s not here to yip away,” Genesis said, topping up everyone’s juice. “He makes enough noise for six of him.”
“I suppose it is quieter without the young ones,” Angeal said. “Take some broccoli, Gen.”
“I don’t want any,” Genesis said.
“Gen.” Angeal’s voice mimicked his mother’s so perfectly he disturbed himself.
“I don’t like broccoli,” Genesis said. “It looks like a little tree. It even tastes like a tree.”
Angeal grunted. “You know what trees taste like?”
Genesis gave him an arch look. “All that wood I eat, you saying I don’t?”
“Touché.” Angeal set the serving dish down and busied himself eating. Sephiroth sighed. “Something the matter?” Angeal asked.
“It’s…” Sephiroth struggled for the words. “Quiet.”
“Thought you liked it that way,” Genesis said.
“I do,” Sephiroth said, but his brow furrowed. “I did.”
Genesis smiled a knowing smile. “You miss Cloud.”
Sephiroth sighed again. “I think I do.” He contemplated the juice bottle. “I don’t think I ever really did. Miss somebody, that is.”
“Pretty natural thing if you’re forming attachments,” Angeal said, considering that he might have overdone the carrots just a tad. Shame about the nutrients.
“I’m hurt,” Genesis teased. “You never once missed me?”
Sephiroth blinked. “You come back.”
“Oh, that’s why?” Genesis snorted. “Maybe one day I won’t. Then you’ll miss me.”
“Don’t rock back on the chair, Gen,” Angeal said.
“Yes, mother.” Genesis settled forward with a thump. “They’ll be back in a couple days, right?”
“Day after tomorrow for Cloud, end of the week for Zack.” Sephiroth helped himself to more lamb and scraped up some of the extra garlic for good measure.
“Somebody’s keeping track.” Genesis looked impressed. He nudged Angeal’s foot under the table and they shared a glance over their potatoes.
Sephiroth swallowed his bite and set his fork down with a clatter. “I wish you two wouldn’t do that anymore.”
Angeal jerked. “Do what?”
“Look at each other like that.” Sephiroth fiddled with his knife, rearranging his broccoli on the plate. “Like it’s so wonderful that Sephiroth is finally doing something normal people do.” He dropped the broccoli and the knife too. His head drooped forward till his hair was nearly in his plate. “I’m tired of people acting strange around me. I don’t need you doing it too.”
“People act strange around all of us, Seph,” Genesis said, “It’s the rank, you know.”
“That doesn’t explain everyone,” Sephiroth said, vaguely wishing Angeal had chosen to cook pasta instead. Pasta made him feel better.
“Pff, you’re just edgy without your little bird in your lap,” Genesis said, reaching for his drink. “Who could possibly be acting oddly enough to get you so worked up otherwise?”
Sephiroth sighed. “Lazard.”
Genesis gulped down his mouthful of juice. “Okay, I’ll give you that.”
“Is there something I’m missing here?” Angeal asked, cutlery frozen above his plate.
“He hasn’t been doing it to you?” Sephiroth asked.
“Doing what?”
“Meddling,” Genesis said. “Or prying, more like. I’m sure he’s always known more than he lets on but lately he’s been actually fishing for information. He keeps making these comments. It’s like he wants details all of a sudden.”
“Details?”
“About our sex lives,” Genesis said. “More juice?” Angeal covered his glass with his hand to refuse.
“It’s not all about sex, Gen,” Sephiroth said. “He was nosy about work today.”
“Was he now?” Genesis leaned back in his chair. “What did he say? Exact words if you’ve got them.”
Sephiroth shot Genesis a slit-eyed glare but complied. “He said, ‘You’re not going to let Rhapsodos work you too hard tonight, are you?’ So I told him if I was working tonight it would be solo and he said it’s a pity we’re at that stage already.”
“Seph,” Genesis said, “you told him you were going to masturbate.”
“I did not.” Sephiroth froze as he puzzled over the words and the tone and the atrocious knowing smirk Deusericus always seemed to be wearing these days. His slumped his shoulders when he figured it out. “Why do people even bring sex up at work? That’s ridiculous. Besides, sex isn’t hard work.” He frowned. “Unless you don’t know what you’re doing. Or you’re really out of shape.”
Genesis frowned down at the broccoli Angeal had sneaked onto his plate. “Guess I should spend a little more time on the treadmill then. Last round I had with the pets left me wrung out like an old mop in the corner.”
“That’s what your old bones get for trying to take on two imminent hormone explosions at once,” Angeal said. “Not that I didn’t enjoy the show.”
“Old bones?” Genesis sawed into his lamb with a significant vigor. “You didn’t say that when you were jumping them this morning.”
“Never said mine were any younger,” Angeal said. He waggled his eyebrows to make Genesis smile.
Sephiroth picked his plate up. “I’m going to eat on the couch. Continue your foreplay.”
“You don’t want in?” Angeal asked. Sephiroth only grunted and disappeared, plate in hand. “What’s this mood about?” Angeal said.
“Misses his little chocobo, that’s all,” Genesis said. “He’ll be better day after tomorrow.”
It was like flipping a switch. Cloud came home and Sephiroth was calm again. Cheerful, even. In fact, Angeal would have called it downright cuddly. When he left them curled up together in bed he was almost glad for his early morning mission. Any longer next to their wordless nuzzling and he would have caught the cooties.
He hadn’t expected the transport delays. Or the road repairs. Or the rains and the rapids that came with them. There was no ambush, no terrorists, no traps, booby or otherwise, just a serious of little stings and setbacks that could grind a spirit down. Angeal made a dinner of ration bars in the back of a truck on the way home and counted his lucky stars that the worst injury of the day had been somebody’s sprained ankle and an itchy bug bite or two. He slept part of the way. By the time he crawled his way back up to the apartment, he had been gone for just over twenty-four hours. He wanted only two things: a hot shower and a warm bed.
The door opened to a darkened room. Everything seemed in order. Angeal busied himself stripping off his outer gear near the door. He had just started on his boots when warm arms wrapped around him and a firm body pressed itself against his back. “Welcome home, Angeal.”
“Pup?” Angeal counted the hours in his head. Zack had beat him home. “Did you wait up for me?”
Zack nuzzled against Angeal’s shoulder. “You wait up for me.”
Angeal spun around and hugged Zack in the dark. “It’s my responsibility to wait up for you, Zack.”
“Is not,” Zack said. “You just worry.” He rubbed his cheeks against Angeal’s shirt. “I worry too.”
“Maybe I’m the bad influence on you after all.” Angeal stroked Zack’s hair. “You go get some rest now. I’ll be right there after I shower.” He caught the glow of Zack’s eyes in the dark. “Go on, now.”
“Okay.” Zack gave him a small kiss and took him by the hand. Angeal let himself be led to the bedroom. Everyone else was already there, sound asleep.
“Full house tonight, eh?” Angeal said.
“It is now,” Zack said, letting Angeal go. Angeal let his fingers linger on Zack’s hand before sliding into the bathroom. He shed his uniform, dumped it all into the laundry hamper and stepped into a steaming shower to soak the chill from his bones.
He stumbled out of the bathroom half wet. Zack met him at the door again. “Here,” he said, putting an extra towel over Angeal’s head. “You’re always letting your hair drip.”
“Zack,” Angeal said, reaching up to hold the towel. “I thought I told you to get some sleep.”
Zack’s eyes brightened in the dark. “I can’t sleep without you.”
Angeal smiled under the towel head covering. “Been missing me, Pup?”
“Yeah.” Zack tangled his fingers with Angeal’s and led him to bed.
“Here, Puppy?” Angeal asked. “The rest of them are sleeping.”
Zack bent his head and slid backwards into the gap in the middle. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Hm, guess not.” Angeal let his towels fall and followed Zack up the bed. It was a game they had played often, the alpha and omega, a dominant force ascendant over perfect submission. Zack slid back against the pillow, throat bared for attention. Angeal lowered himself on Zack with teeth and a growl. Zack writhed beneath him, spreading himself wide. His hips bucked against Angeal’s thigh. Angeal reached his hands down to Zack’s waistband. The few seconds separation it took to get Zack undressed were an unwelcome chill. Angeal flung himself back down on Zack, reaching for every bit of that warmth he could get, not caring who he woke.
Zack smelled of soap and himself. Angeal buried his face against all the best places. He trailed his hands down Zack’s body, seeking out the most sensitive areas. He almost laughed when Zack reached under the pillow. It was a convenient hiding place, evidence that this had all been carefully planned. But what Zack pulled out was not their usual lube. It was the heavy, slick cream that they used for one purpose only. Angeal knew Zack couldn’t miss the reaction that was having on him. “You sure, Pup?”
Zack nodded and handed Angeal the jar. “I’m ready.”
Angeal glanced to either side. Sephiroth was probably awake and giving them barrack courtesy by making no sign. The other two were sleeping like logs. Pity, Angeal thought. They were going to miss out. He sat up, jar in hand and urged Zack to spread his legs as wide as he could. He caught one foot and kissed Zack’s ankle, running his tongue over it to tease. Zack whimpered in protest. “Angeal! Don’t make me wait. I’ve been waiting all night.”
“Hm. Impatient pup.” Angeal brushed a hand over Zack’s cock and gave it a playful squeeze. Zack squirmed and pouted. “Okay, okay,” Angeal conceded. He set one of Zack’s knees on his shoulder and opened the jar. “You’re sure about this?”
Zack nodded. Angeal paused to inspect his hands before opening the jar. He started with one finger. Zack accepted it easily, moaning quietly, eyes closed. Angeal leaned up over his student, taking in the calm eyes and blissful smile. “Got yourself ready for me, pup?” Zack nodded. Angeal added a second finger. Zack pushed himself against it, eager and ready.
Angeal only stopped long enough to slick his hand up some more before proceeding. The third finger had Zack gasping. The fourth had him reaching down to pull Angeal’s wrist further along. “Easy, easy, Zack,” Angeal said. “Don’t force it.”
“But I’m ready,” Zack groaned.
Angeal smacked Zack’s hip with his free hand. “Impatient.” He thought he saw Sephiroth’s eyelashes flutter. The cry Zack made when Angeal pushed his fingers in past the knuckles had Genesis stirring in his own heavy sleep. “Just a little more, Zack.”
Zack’s eyes opened and signaled his readiness with a nod and an angling of his hips. Angeal kept his eyes on Zack’s face as he slid his entire hand in. Zack let out a small cry, reaching up to grab his head with his hands. “Pup, is it too much?” Angeal froze, watching how Zack’s chest heaved. He felt eyes on him, Genesis’s, Sephiroth’s and Cloud’s.
Zack’s lips moved and his whole body trembled. Angeal leaned in to hear. “More,” Zack said. “More.”
Angeal settled back down and smiled. “If you like.” He curled his hand inside Zack, gasping himself now as Zack tightened around him. “Easy, easy, puppy, just relax.” Zack whimpered and complied, grabbing hold of both sides of his pillow. Angeal saw how he bit his lip. “Pup, tell me if it’s too much.”
Zack’s eyes opened and he hit Angeal with his most wicked grin. “Keep going, ‘geal.” So Angeal did, breathing hard himself now from the heat and the fit and pure satisfaction. Zack was making no effort to hold himself back anymore, twisting and crying out fragments of Angeal’s name. Genesis propped himself and was looking on with undisguised interest. He offered no commentary which was just as well. Angeal didn’t have the mind to respond.
“Zack,” Cloud whispered beside him. He reached up one hand to touch Zack’s face. Angeal watched Zack turn into the touch. Cloud’s fingers brushed Zack’s open lips. Angeal moved his arm in a bit deeper to watch how Cloud’s eyes widened when Zack began to scream. “Like that, Zack?” he asked.
“Yes! Gaia!” Zack began to plead for help, for mercy, for everything to stop because he couldn’t take any more. Cloud began to gasp too, growing noticeably agitated.
“It’s okay,” Angeal said to both of them.
Sephiroth tightened his arm around Cloud, reaching down to give Cloud some attention. “No safeword yet, Cloud,” he said, reaching into Cloud’s pajamas. Cloud clung to Sephiroth’s arm. Angeal could feel the added shift in the mattress as Cloud moved his hips.
“Angeal,” Zack said. He sounded close to tears.
Angeal knew it wouldn’t be long now. “That’s it, Zack. Don’t hide. Let me see you.” Zack obeyed, forcing his hands down to his side, away from his face. Genesis took one hand and let Zack squeeze at tight as he needed to.
Zack’s breath began to shift in a very familiar way. His heels dug into the mattress. Angeal heard the sheets tear where Zack had grabbed them. “You’re beautiful, puppy,” Angeal said in the voice he knew Zack liked. Zack tightened hard on him with one soundless cry, spilling himself hard over his own stomach.
Angeal groaned from the strain and rode out the waves watching Zack become a human puddle on the mattress. He barely needed the spare hand for himself after what he had seen. Genesis took a tissue from the nightstand and dabbed at Zack’s damp forehead. “Beautiful, Zack,” he said. Zack murmured something unintelligible, too weak to move.
“Tissue, please,” Sephiroth said.
Genesis passed him one over Zack’s flushed face. “You want one too, Angeal?”
Angeal shook his head, doing what he could not to disturb Zack further. “I’d better clean up in the bathroom. I’ll be back.” He slid off the bed, jelly-legged and unsteady. He spared a lingering touch to Zack’s feet before going. Zack’s eyelashes were the only parts of him that moved.
Cloud looked back over his shoulder at Sephiroth. “Can we try that sometime?”
Sephiroth smirked at him. “If you’re good.”
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