Silver

Zack grinned at the sight of the silver haired man standing under the hot water, washing away the evidence of the hard fight. There were whispers along the men that he only took up with this man to replace the General in his bed after Seph had found the chocobo disguised as a trooper, better known as Cloud. It wasn't true at all, but people wee jealous idiots that he had a gorgeous man in his bed and two more in his life as close friends.

"Are you going to stare or join me?" Abel called, his voice raised above the pounding water. "I can still smell you from here."

Zack snickered and started stripping his filthy uniform off, letting it fall to the floor with a wet squelch.

"It's not my fault that thing decided to explode in a shower of slime when it died," he pouted, stepping under the hot water and sighing in delight as the gunk was sluiced from his skin. "Loki's balls, that itched."

That got him a snort and silver hair flung at him as Abel turned around, absently tossing his wet hair out of his face as he did so. Zack yelped as the silver strands wrapped themselves around his arms, catching him neatly. "Are you sure this stuff isn't alive? 'Cause it seems to have a mind of its own."

Abel turned his head slightly and blushed at the sight of his hair wrapped around Zack like manacles. He was truly beautiful when he blushed or when he smiled those honest smiles that chased the sadness and guilt out of his pale blue eyes.

This is a new begining for you. A chance to start fresh, he had told Abel when the man had appeared in Nibelheim just as the mission was starting to unravel around Zack and helped hold everything together.

Carefully unwinding the hair, Zack grinned at him before motionint him over. "Let me scrub your back and then we can meet up with Seph and Spike for the debriefing."

Abel eyed him warily, but Zack just smiled his charming, innocent 'You can trust me, honest!' smile. Rolling his eyes, Abel scraped his hair over a shoulder before presenting his back to Zack with the air of someone doing something they'll end up regretting. Grabbing the soap, Zack slowly washed and massaged the tension out of Abel's back until the taller man was leaning against the wall, purring softly.

The purr stuttered when Zack leaned down to drag his tongue up one of the paraelle scars on Abel's back, and Zack managed to resist chuckling as he teased the sensitive skin where those glorious and deadly raven wings emerged. Grinning, Zack continued teasing the scars as he ran his nails down Abel's side to curl his fingers around pale flesh, stroking with just enough pressure. When Abel tilted his hips back in a silent invitation, Zack felt like crowing in delight.

It had taken some trial and error before Zack had tamed Abel enough that he wasn't flinching any time anyone brushed against him, and even longer to get his head wrapped around the idea of sex with a guy, but each time Abel took the initiative, even if it was just a small gesture, Zack felt it was a large success.

Okay, so he had a thing for silver haired men who were socially inept. Everyone had their own little kink.

Sliding into Abel pulled a sighing moan from the taller man, and Zack had to rest at the feel of the tight heat grasping him, biting his lip to keep from coming already. It was several seconds before Zack felt in control enough to move, but it only took a few thrusts before they were slamming together, strong fingers gripping tile as it crumbled under the force. Sliding a hand up the pale back, Zack buried his fingers in that silver hair and pulled Abel's head to one side before sinking his teeth into his neck. HOwling, Abel stiffened and Zack moaned at the pressure around him before they both sank to the floor.

"I don't think we're going to make the debriefing," murmured Abel, curling around Zack as the water beat down on them.

Zack chuckled. "Seph will understand," he said, absolutely content to stay there.

After all, his silver haired men were suckers for him too.