Relaxation

Back again with another story - this was done on the fly and the first true PWP I have ever done, and is probably my shortest piece to boot. Its amazing how all that plot gets in the way *chuckles* Done as a little present for a friend who is feeling unwell, and turned around in less than 24 hours (so if it sucks you know why). My first attempt at this pairing and this is my take on the dynamic.

Prompt: Zack and Seph smut, uke Sephy, quick and dirty PWP
Anime: Final Fantasy VII
Setting: Crisis Core timeline, pre Nibelheim, post Wutai War
Pairings: Zack x Sephiroth (its all in the prompt)
Rating: 18+ One shot
Warnings: Not beta read for expediency
Word Count: 2,945
Summary: Sephiroth is in a foul mood, had a bad day at the office and it is up to his lover to relax him.

People got out of the way and fast. People generally did when the Demon of Wutai, General Sephiroth was bearing down on them with a look like thunder and that promised death to anyone who dared cross him was on his face. They scuttled away like startled rabbits and he didn’t care, the positive thing was that he didn’t have to get Masumune bloody clearing a path, though that would be good for him too, or certainly cathartic. Fucking bureaucrats, and that pompous ass fat whale of a man President ShinRa was by far the worst. He’d had it with men like him. If it weren’t for the fact that killing him would make his life harder he would have skewered the bastard earlier. But his temper seriously frayed he stormed through the corridors heading for his quarters were he would try to fathom a way to calm down, not that he had the first clue of how that was going to work.

When he finally got there he breathed a sigh of relief. I was an unspoken rule that once he was here, if he locked the door no-one disturbed him. So as he got through the door the first thing he did was lock the door, and breathe out heavily. A pair of hands landing on his shoulders suddenly had him spinning, Masamune drawn, but his ‘assailant’ knew him better than anyone and was ducking the swing as soon as he’d touched the General.

“Whoa! Someone really is cranky today.”

At the sound of the familiar, and usually welcome voice Sephiroth relaxed. There was one other who could get past his locked door.

“Zack, what have I told you about coming in here when I am not here?”

That one other had the only other key to his quarters.

“Yeah, yeah, might get me killed, don’t sneak up on ya and all that jazz. Maybe I have a danger obsession.”

Sephiroth was inclined to agree, Zack was fucking what was widely agreed to be the most dangerous man on the planet.

“Don’t try me, I’ve had enough today.”

“I’d noticed.” Zack quipped ignoring the warning. “So just who was it who shoved the bug up your butt?”

Sephiroth shot him a scathing look, and placed Masamune on the stand he’d had specially made for it.

“Not feeling talkative huh? Okay I’ll guess…” He well knew who managed to rile up Sephiroth most often. “Heidigger?”

Sephiroth snorted, hmm struck out there.

“Hojo?”

Sephiroth growled low in his throat, but that was not the reaction he was looking for.

“Scarlet.”

“Annoying bitch! She’s enough to put anyone off the female species.”

Bingo.

“What did she want to do now?”

Sephiroth wondered how Zack always got him talking when all he wanted to do was go on a rampage of destruction. Costing ShinRa money was always good for his mood.

“Wanted me to scrap Masamune for a more… practical blade.”

Zack winced and whistled.

“That broad has a death wish. You didn’t kill her did you?”

“Sadly not. And she was only part of the problem.”

Zack raised his eyebrows. When Sephiroth was not forthcoming with answers he rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, don’t leave me hanging here.”

Sephiroth pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“Fine, President ShinRa decided to drop by at the same time.”

Zack cringed. Now the President was at the very top of the list of those who ticked Sephiroth easily.

“What idiot idea was it?”

Sephiroth was unfastening the long leather and armour coat as he snarled.

“A poster campaign.”

“Oi!” Zack exclaimed.

If there was one thing that Sephiroth hated more than Hojo then it was being ShinRa’s poster boy. No wonder he was in such a foul mood. Well there was only one thing for it, he was going to have to relax him, and he knew just how to do it.

“Look, go have a shower, nice hot one. I’ll make sure we have some food ready for when you are done.”

Sephiroth nodded. Oh thank Gaea for that, Zack was being helpful, he could do without chirpy and bouncy tonight, at least until he calmed down. So he stepped gratefully away, while back in the main room Zack’s expression changed in his absence. He had actually known about everything, had actually nearly walked in on the altercation and had hi-tailed back to Sephiroth’s quarters. The food was done before he got here. The conversation was just the first stage of calming him down, and now to give him five minutes alone in the shower and move onto the next stage. Juts enough time to get out of his own uniform…

In the shower Sephiroth stepped under the spray, moaning softly in appreciation as the hot water beat down on his skin. Oh that always felt so good. He leant against the tile, relishing in the comforting warmth, letting it soothe the frustration from his mind. It was strange how the simplest of things could vase his mind. He was still wound up, but under the shower the urge to cost ShinRa millions of Gil was waning, now it was just a couple of 100,000. But he had let his guard down and didn’t notice the almost silent approach from behind. Zack was eyeing the naked milky skin and dropped into the state his lover needed from him now. Then stepped into the shower behind him. He made sure that he reached out and laid a firm hand on his lover’s back as he did so as he knew Sephiroth would notice in an instant. Sephiroth stiffened until that firm flat hand calmed him.

“Zack?”

“Easy baby.” He soothed, in a deep, calm and firm tone, one that signalled what Sephiroth could expect. “You need to relax.” He murmured as he petted a firm buttock.

Sephiroth sighed. He wouldn’t have thought of it, wouldn’t have asked for it, but this was exactly what he needed. He moved to turn to face Zack, but firm hands on his hops stopped him.

“No.” Zack said firmly.

Sephiroth nodded and let go of the control. There was nothing like the feeling of letting go, leaving it all up to his lover, especially one who knew every nuance of his body, his needs, his wants and desires. As lively and sometimes irresponsible Zack was as a Soldier, as a lover he was as responsible as they came, a signal of just how much his younger lover really did love him. And said younger lover had taken up his shampoo and was working a large handful into the moonspun silk that was his hair. He took his time, well there was quite so much of it. He worked it through thoroughly, finger-combing it, deliberately tugging a little on it, drawing tiny sounds of pleasure as he did. He knew how sensitive his lover’s scalp was, and how he loved to have his hair played with, not that many people got close enough to the General to find out and therefore it was a rare pleasure for him.

With a gentle push he urged Sephiroth under the water to rinse out the shampoo, before picking up the soap, lathering his hands. Sephiroth moaned softly as sword calloused hands firmly kneaded his shoulders and back, soaping him up. My Zack was being indulgent today, usually the younger man’s libido would go wild at the mere sight of him naked, which was an ego trip of course, but Zack’s movements were calm and measured, taking care of him. Hands moved lower, to his waist, moving round him to his chest, down the hard and flat plane of his stomach, one hand lingering at the point where abdomen met thigh while the other petted his behind, and rather firmly too making the green-eyed General smile. There was the libido kicking in.

Sephiroth was entirely unsurprised when he was turned a round, Zack having a fistful of that wet and glorious hair, and pulled him forcefully into a kiss. He was all too keen to respond to it, Zack smiling into the kiss. A pissed off Sephiroth was hungry, and that hunger could be quenched by only two things, sex or violence. The last violent episode cost ShinRa a few million Gil, and so the command chain chose to turn a blind eye to their illicit relationship, it was more cost effective. And so as Sephiroth respond hungrily Zack let him have his way, just tugging on his hair lightly to maintain his control. It was a kiss that included teeth, sucking and biting, before Zack broke it off, tugging the head back and baring the elegant neck. He grinned at the fading bruises, there was a reason for that high collar on that coat.

With his free hand in the small of the taller man’s back, pressing their bodies together, growing erections between them, he licked, sucked and bit at Sephiroth’s neck, making him shiver and moan as he expertly stimulated the sensitive spots that he knew lay there. Sephiroth had soon forgotten why he was wound up, he had much better things he could be worrying about as he was getting wound up in completely different way. Under the warm spray slick flesh slid against flesh as he rubbed against his lover as he devoured his neck. Zack grinned as large hands that could tear him in two in and instant were wrapped round his hips, encouraging him forward, both now hard as hell, thrusting against each other, seeking friction. He pulled back from the long neck, now littered with fresh bruises, watching how the water ran invitingly down it. He sneaked a look at Sephiroth’s face, eyes half closed, heavy lidded with arousal, oh yeah, he had him relaxing now.

“Feel good baby?”

He was probably the only one who would ever be able to get away with calling the General that. But considering that as he asked the question at the same time as running blunt nails down that porcelain chest, the response came as a breathy moan of his name. Sephiroth’s unique eyes slid completely closed as that hand continued south revelling in the feelings of pleasure that only one man could give him. The hand in his hair had not moved, kept his head pulled back as that questing hand wrapped itself around both their erections, and a firm tongue lapped at the hollow in his throat. Oh Zack knew how to get him keyed up. His heart was pounding as he thrust into the accommodating friction of his lover’s hand, the sensation made all the more intense to feel how hard Zack was. He loved the effect he had on Zack, and how just for him he could be quietly intense like this.

Zack was groaning as he watched his lover slowly come undone, fighting with himself to stay still. It was true, still not out of his teens – though not for long – his libido tended to have a very short fuse. So right now he was fighting the urge to shove Sephiroth round and fuck him silly. But he had learned control over time, though it was sometimes very hard fought for. So his own breath coming in ragged pants through clenched teeth he watched the gorgeous image oh his lover, marked and wanting, writhing as he was lost in lust. He must be the luckiest man on Gaea. He swallowed hard as he watched the water running down his body in rivulets, the hard and toned chest heaving in shallow breaths. Fuck he always got so horny when he was pissed.

Unable to wait any longer he took his hand away, shining green eyes suddenly open and fixed on him in as much disapproval as Sephiroth was likely to show, he trusted Zack after all. Firm hands on those slender hips he turned Sephiroth round, catching the relieved look in those eyes as he reached for the tube of lubricant they kept in here for such occasions. He didn’t hesitate to slick up his fingers, they were both as impatient for this as each other. Sephiroth groaned and leaned against the cool tile as he was breached carefully, the cool a delicious counterpoint against his overheated flesh. He was immediately pushing back against the finger that was preparing him, wanting, needing more and well used to this, but Zack always insisted on preparing him. But Zack was teasing him and he knew it. The young soldier knew his body better than anyone and while he slid in a second finger stretching him he was avoiding that bundle of nerves he so wanted stimulating.

Sephiroth growled in frustration as Zack lazily finger fucked him, it felt so good but it just wasn’t enough, especially when he refused to touch the sensitive gland. He tried to be patient, to not give in to the need for the need for more, to outlast his lover in this little game, but it proved impossible as Zack dragged it out, mako bright eyes the colour of sky watching with satisfaction as the great General battled with himself.

“Zack.” He groaned.

“Yes baby?”

Oh god Zack’s voice was thick and husky with repressed need, the sound making his arousal twitch with need. How the hell was he holding on like this?

“Stop teasing me.”

“Is that an order?”

Note to self; never give Zack incentive to do something you didn’t want him to do, especially during sex.

“Oh good Gaea, if you don’t stop this shit right now and fuck me Fair I will kill you.”

He cried out in shock as those questing fingers left him suddenly, laving him feeling empty, almost hollow. But the feeling didn’t last long before something larger and more satisfying was pressing into him roughly. He groaned thickly and pushed back against Zack’s penetrating thrust, fingers almost clawing into the tile. Zack was biting his lip hard, this first thrust was always overwhelming, especially when Sephiroth was like this. The General might be uke but damn he was a pissy one and knew exactly what he wanted. Sephiroth growled at him, green eyes looking imperiously over his taught shoulder at Zack as no further movement was forthcoming.

“Shut up and stay still unless you want this to be over too fast.” Zack snapped, his voice strained, hands gripping hard enough on Sephiroth’s hips to bruise to keep him still as he fought to not explode.

He glared at his lover as Sephiroth smirked, while his own body trembled with the strain. Gods damn these hormones. But Sephiroth was not smirking long as his body grew impatient while Zack waited for the need to ebb but the older man bore it, knowing he would be thankful he did. In a sudden move Zack’s hand grabbed at his, fingers entwining with his as Zack pulled back and thrust into him with punishing force tearing a shocked cry from him that was half pleasure and half relief.

“That what you want baby?”

“Yes!” He hissed in reply.

And that was that. Zack was fucking him with the abandonment of youth, thrusting hard and deep, just as the both liked best, their breath short in the steam and the wet, their cries and moans of pleasure entwining and mixing with the steam. Zack’s grip on his hand grew tighter and tighter as the pleasure coiled deep in the pit of their bellies, but sense had not left the raven haired youth yet and he could tell that at this rate he was going to be done before Sephiroth was. The taller man yelped in shock as his feet were kicked further apart, but as that changed the angle of the thrusts he was taking to ram straight into his neglected gland he let out a roar. Zack grinned triumphantly, that should do the trick. Now he could thrust unconcerned that he would climax before his lover he pounded into him mercilessly, beginning to feel Sephiroth tighten round him. A couple more brutal thrusts to his prostate had the silver haired god coming undone explosively with a roar, thick, milky semen splashing against the tiles. But as Sephiroth tightened around him Zack could hold back no more and came hard, shaking in relief.

They remained still, gasping for breath for a long time as they came down from their euphoria. Sephiroth moaned almost mournfully as Zack left his body, but gentle and calloused hands were turning him round, encouraging to lean against the tile while he recovered, the cool against his back soothing. Soft lips had claimed his own and they kissed lazily, contentedly Sephiroth holding Zack close.

“Feeling better baby?”

Sephiroth smiled like a contented cat.

“Feeling like destroying lots of ShinRa property?” Zack teased.

The elder chuckled.

“Can’t be bothered.”

“Good. Why don’t you clean up, I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you’re done.”

“Zack.”

“Yes baby?”

“Thank you.”

“Any time.”

Sephiroth grabbed Zack for one last kiss, and then watched him go. No matter how annoying, irresponsible, puppyish and downright chirpy Zack was the rest of the time, it was moments like these that made him realise just how lucky he was in Zack. Not many saw the huge heart, the consideration he had for those he loved. And by all the Gods he was the best method of relaxation on the planet. But now his ire had passed all thoughts of dismembering Scarlet were out of his head he had time to contemplate. Shampoo bottle in his hand he grinned nastily to himself. He wondered how she would look with hair the same colour as her dress…