voidrika

[voidrika]

man's best friend

zakkura week (end) // 7k words hehehe... :3 // dead dove i think

zack fair was cloud strife's first boy friend. 

second friend in general after tifa, but did she even count? the other snot-nosed kids were no match for him, and he was no match for tifa. just another nameless face. cloud knew he wouldn't stick in tifa’s memory til he hurt her real bad, but her overprotective parents would make his life a living hell. zack, however? now, that boy was lock and key with cloud. it only took a little time to get him fitting right.

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cloud looked out of his window for the third time since he'd woken, the bitter wish for something dangerously exciting to happen swirling in his gaze. no, the sky wasn't falling. no, there weren't any big-shots coming to visit. but, yes, something– someone had popped up. an unfamiliar face cloud had to know. there stood a young man, he had to be around cloud's age, hair black and eyes bright blue. he smiled even brighter as the sunlight beamed onto his tan skin. his clothes were… cloud's expression changed. his pink bottom lip jutted out, feathery lashes bunching closer together as he squinted. just what the hell kind of person wore outfits like that. there was an obvious conclusion cloud did not want to make. oh, maybe it really was a big-shot. celebrities and their quirks, right? maybe… cloud could get an autograph.

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cloud first met zack and he was jealous of the air around him. cloud had wanted to catch him alone, watching and waiting until the buzz around a new face settled and all returned to their usual business. patient and holding faith zack wouldn't run into tifa, that would do worse than screw up things for cloud. he was lucky and had to find a god to thank for the attractive pair not bumping into each other, getting pulled together like magnets do.

down the stairs and out the door, cloud forgot to greet his mother (who only laughed at him being ‘late to the party,’) as he rushed towards the stranger he was dying to know. what was he doing standing around like that anyways? only an idiot could get lost in nibelheim.

cloud's footsteps on the cobblestone path came to a halt a couple metres from the tourist. his breath hitched, heart heavy as he fought for cool air, any closer and cloud thought he could suffocate. it hurt to look. cloud's baby blues followed the path of the man at his front, aimed in the distance. ah, the mansion. cloud pinched his soft skin and wet his thin lips.

“you never seen a building before?”

circle lenses met, matched, connected. 

in that almost glowing shade of blue, cloud saw his new lifeblood. 

zack changed stance to face cloud, gloved hand on his hip and teeth gritted at the perceived hostility. 

what a face that was. what a good face.

uneven tufts of black hair framed and obstructed zack's boyish features. brave and edible. 

cloud chewed the insides of his mouth, putting more weight onto the ground to keep from running away. zack shrugged and shook his head, spiky strands bouncing from the motion.

“not any that look like that, no, there's nothing like that where i'm from. i'm not a local,” he tried to explain under the assumption cloud was simply ignorant to a world outside his hometown.

“obviously,” cloud muttered, “anyone with eyes can tell that much.”

cloud chewed back a grin, eyes on the mansion, mind on masculinity. 

he was making an impression, being worth noticing, he was talking right. 

cloud was making a friend.

zack was getting pissed off.

the journey to nibelheim was not one bit smooth nor relaxing. zack was tired and his belly ached with hunger.

were it not for the overwhelming hospitality of the town’s other residents, he may have forgotten himself.

he would already be tussling that punk on the ground.

his fist tightened by reflex as he closed the distance between himself and cloud. if he wanted to fight, zack could definitely fight his puny ass. 

cloud's round eyes widened until they were a near circle and the oxygen he tried so hard to get back was escaping him again. he craned his head up to no longer be eye to neck with zack and tightened his expression.

“seriously,” zack scoffed, “you scared?”

cloud's lips quirked up.

“why the hell should i be scared? i grew up here. i know everyone, and everything. buildings don't scare me. wanna-” he ran out of breath, but was quick to inhale more. “wanna see?”

zack was stunned into silence, but before long a snicker broke through that burst into a laugh. he slapped cloud on the shoulder and bent forwards in his direction.

“what the… fuck are you talking about, dude?”

cloud tilted his head in confusion and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer at this proximity.

“what?”

zack coughed out one last laugh before steadying himself, giving cloud’s shoulder a squeeze before he let go.

“who said you were scared of buildings…?”

“you did.”

“i did?”

“... whatever.” cloud could feel himself blushing and faced the other way to hide it. 

“are you coming or not? let's go see the mansion.”

cloud started to walk, but stopped right as zack began to follow.

“also,” the blond spoke up, despite his racing heart, “it's not ‘dude,’ it's cloud.”

the boy behind him grinned. 

“zack!”

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as their backs rested upon the log of the large tree opposite to the mansion, cloud divulged the building's dark history in its entirety to zack. 

“you sure know a lot about this stuff,” zack remarked, tossing a fallen apple in his hand. 

he was mindful of his arm strength and careful not to grip too hard when he caught it as the fruit was soft and overripe. 

kinda gross. 

cloud watched on with envy, his fingers digging into the dirt at the tree's base, seeing how safe zack was in his own skin. he could look right into cloud's eyes, laugh and smile without holding back, say all he wanted. no stupid mental barriers restraining him. it couldn't be fair.

“i grew up here,” cloud reminded, “what else should i know?”

“never left home?”

a shake of the head.

“damn, dude! aren't you sick of here yet? don't get me wrong, it's a nice place, but still…”

zack rotated the fruit, inspecting it as a smirk broke onto his face.

“cloud, you ever heard of a dumbapple?”

the nibelheim encyclopedia was preparing to answer when, without giving him time to blink, zack shrieked as he all but fired his rotten apple at the mansion’s stone fencing. 

cloud jumped in his seat, fingers releasing the dirt beneath him, and zack apologised. 

cloud watched the gooey mess run down the wall before his attention returned where it would always stay from that day forward. 

the new boy looked ashamed, embarrassed. 

the confident boy looked humbled as his gaze met the ground by cloud. 

zack had a sort of face cloud thought only belonged to himself, but here someone else was with it. 

black eyelashes became ever more visible from the narrowed state of his eyes. his bottom lip was hidden under the top one, and it seemed he was doing all he could not to stick his thumb between them. 

without his acknowledgement of the strange new feeling he was experiencing, cloud's legs came to hug one another, his mouth felt hot and dry. 

all of them. 

all of zack's faces were perfect for cloud and yet too good to be true. 

really, what was this feeling?

it was threatening to consume cloud whole, and he was happy to let it, but zack had to interrupt.

“... bug,” he mumbled, “i saw a gross bug.” his smile returned, this time with shy accents.

“that was pretty uncool of me, huh?”

that's what this was about? cloud swallowed and clutched his knees, forcing his thighs closer together.

“whatever.”

zack seemed to ease at that word, growing familiar with it.

“i have fruit at home. my mom's home to cook for us,” cloud invited, “the food is good.”

probably not as good as in the lockhart home, but still edible. still a way of getting zack in his home. he could enjoy it.

“for real?”

he pat his stomach over his shirt, and cloud had no doubt there were abs underneath the fabric, his usual cheery demeanor returning.

“i'm like dying of hunger. i'd eat anything,” zack complained, stretching with a shaky exhale. 

cloud stood after a hesitant pause, leading his new friend home.

“i'll feed you good,” cloud promised and couldn't help smiling. 

he was taking zack to his home.

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at the dining table, cloud sat so close to zack their elbows would rub together were they to use fork and knife respectively. it happened often enough for it to count. 

the dinner's host developed a silver tongue when convincing his mother to make something worth eating. inquiries about the town inn were shut down by cloud spinning some bullshit about wanting his friend to ‘save gil in case of an emergency.’ 

zack did not butt in.

cloud insisted. 

the meal was made, the friend could stay, but not all cloud wanted was his. 

zack would be crashing on the couch, so the envious boy savoured every moment this close to his object of desire.

it was a fight to take his eyes off of him. dinner tonight was good, hot. mashed potatoes, beef, and even gravy. 

to a starving man, it must have been heaven. it was clear zack's manners were wrestling with his hunger.

“man, this stuff is good!”

without even looking, zack's grin could be heard in his dear voice. 

“thank you for the meal, mrs. strife!”

his food disappeared with big bites, small sighs of delight released as he chewed. 

pale hands clutched cutlery hard enough to hurt, blond hair cascaded over his face. 

cloud could not look.

stolen glances made attempts on his life.

his mother downplayed the onslaught of compliments with a laugh.

“you flatter me. haven't you eaten this countless times? my boy must be tired of it by now. right, cloud?”

he shook his head, speaking for the first time since zack began eating.

“no, mom, it's really good.”

zack's affirmative nod was packed with enthusiasm, the food in his system clearly restoring his energy levels back to their usual.

“yes, ma'am! this is damn good! you ever been a chef before?”

that gained a scoff.

“where? nothing like a restaurant here, boy.”

“i know that,” zack grumbled, “i meant, like, in a past life or something…”

the woman nearly cackled with her laughter.

zack turned his head towards cloud's and beamed, hoping the joke landed with him too, and downed another forkful of food.

from seeing that content face, cloud's heart was close to flatlining.

damn couch.

if only he was a little luckier, to sleep with zack that night. 

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a groan left dry lips as cloud awoke from a strange dream. his back resting on the headboard, thin fingers combed wild hair from eyes. 

he had been with zack in a way that brought so much joy it had taste. he could feel the sweet, bitter lemon clinging to his taste buds. taste of him. boy with unkept dark hair, long enough to be grabbed. tugged in cloud's direction, then their lips would meet. wet pink wrapped around wet pink, and cloud tasted the citrus fruit. sweetest damn thing he'd ever had, bitter enough to make him whine. zack drank it up and placed a firm hand over cloud's smaller one, coaxing movement towards a large bulge. dark lashes fluttered with embarrassing need, and zack gave cloud those puppy dog eyes.

such a strange dream.

pulling off his blanket, it took him a few seconds to notice. fuzzy-brained. 

his boxers were barely holding on, as if they were the wrong size and way too small. he was hard, but when had it ever been like this?

he remembered times when tifa picked out bolder pieces from her closet, showing off full, supple breasts. those were nice. he was reminded of the trembling of his hand, wishing to squeeze and grab hold of the milky flesh, how he imagined running his thumb over a hardened nipple. that made him blush and gasp and smile, yet was less than his current predicament.

he'd stumbled upon a raunchy magazine once. those images, perfect captures of a teenage boy's wet dreams, were not enough to take cloud where he is now. 

he thought back to the day before, his mind assaulted with images of zack. zack bashful, his blushing face painted past angelic with help of the sun setting behind him. 

cloud's dick twitched.

zack’s stupid sounds as he ate like a man who never had. zack's face so close to his own after cloud had riled him up a bit. 

zack, zack… zack. 

ah, he'd definitely made a stain.

and cloud had thought his thing stopped working after he'd stayed soft for so long. must have been boredom. a pet took that away, he supposed. with cuteness and aggression and bumping elbows at the dining table. wolfing down food with gentle moans. 

fuck, zack was cute.

just this once.

nimble fingers crawled under, pulling down his boxers to cling his mid-thighs. it sprung up, begging to be cared for, needing attention. cloud tested and teased himself. taking his thumb to circle his pink tip. it matched the colour of his lips. 

he was so hard it hurt, but he gritted his teeth and took it. one thumb was joined by four more fingers, wrapping around his length and squeezing. all five travelling down… up… down… up…

“ahh..”

he hissed in pain and sighed in delight. 

cloud shut his eyes to focus, thinking of his friend. he wished he had more memories to cycle through, but he only met him the day before.

that's good enough. he could make some up.

zack's hand holding cloud’s, his eyes on him. cloud leading him, teaching him, owning him. he was the better man. 

for zack to ask questions, and cloud to be the answer. for the taller boy to want for him and beg for his help.

with those puppy dog eyes.

“ah.. mm…”

cloud couldn't take it much longer, beginning to pump himself at a faster pace.

zack…

cloud should have let him start a fight.

to tackle him to the ground and be on top of him, treated to the sight of his defeated face. 

he wanted to have his hands all over zack. that skin was his to touch. 

an excuse to shove his knee between zack's thighs.

looking down at him as he squirmed.

having zack desperate for him.

“mmh… ah… please..”

would he do all cloud commanded him to? zack, at his beck and call, with that same submissive expression���

“fuck!”

cloud's brows knit together in concentration, tongue darting out to wet his lips, hips raising as his hand raced up and down his erection.

“mmh… fuck, zack…”

his left forefinger ghosted over his nipple and he whined, wishing it was zack's. 

cloud remembered again and again. zack's sounds looping in his mind. zack's smile, pout, laugh, face, body, dick. he needed him. underneath, listening, needy for more of cloud.

“ah!”

he thought of zack's shy smile before his hand tensed. his whole body did. opaque cum shot out, hot and sticky as it landed on his belly and dribbled down his length. 

cloud was panting, his body covered in sweat as he rode out his pleasure.

shit, that felt good. 

zack needed to feel it, too.

if he let cloud guide him to where he really needs to be, he’d come to a realisation. 

heaven wasn't anywhere else.

it lied between cloud's palm and zack's existence.

the hand he would be eating out of as he gave cloud delicious moans of satisfaction.

a promise unbroken.

cloud would feed him good.

zack didn't need to go anywhere else.

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after the conclusion of his morning rituals, his smooth hand ran over the coarse wooden railing that led him downstairs. to observe his puppy fast asleep, cloud crept over to the couch. chest soft in its heaving, boy vulnerable in his rest, what was cloud to do? 

think.

his mother would be out soon.

his fingers spread to enclose zack's strong shoulders as he shook him awake. his voice came quiet and asking.

“zack.”

never until then had he said a name like it mattered. like he loved it to death.

like he could breathe it.

“zack, get up.”

hand left to a bush of black hair, combing through the mess.

it earned a whine.

“spike,” was grumbled in a tone drenched in slumber.

that was new.

“i gotta leave? what's up?”

moving into a sitting position, he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

cloud's teeth were bullying the flesh of his mouth again.

he shook his head.

couldn't he think of something?

“guests might come.”

good enough.

“you're not exactly furniture.”

cloud extended his hand.

“i have lots of cool stuff in my room, zack.”

every time it came out like that, his name, cloud felt his heart swell and throb.

moments from bursting.

zack eyed his outstretched arm before he slapped his hand onto cloud's, giving it a nice squeeze then standing.

“thanks, spike.”

one boy grinned at the other, and cloud just looked elsewhere.

what kind of feeling was this?

wanting to pounce on someone, rip them apart with your teeth, feel them in your mouth and sliding down your throat.

make them part of you.

in that moment, cloud wanted to hold zack's hand.

doing that made him happier than he'd ever been.

his breathing was erratic.

his eyes looked elsewhere.

cloud was happy just to hold zack's hand, but there were joys and pleasures beyond happiness.

an intense feeling unforgettable.

he and zack could share it.

two pairs of socks ascended the staircase.

“your room?”

cloud nodded as his gripped the door handle, softly lowering it, his small ponytail bobbing a little.

he held his door open.

“after you, zack.”

exactly like a man should.

the other boy chuckled and entered the room with an air of eagerness to be sniffing around someplace new.

he was composed enough to stand in the middle of the room, as if he were a well-mannered boy and not an eager pup.

the soft sound of the door as it clicked shut preceded cloud's amused huff.

“you can sit, you know.”

his palm burned as it held zack's shoulder, unusual since he always felt so cold-blooded, urging him onto his bed.

zack stumbled back and fell onto the soft mattress.

he was taken aback, eyes wide and imploring for an explanation of some sort.

cute.

cloud saw the sun outside and grounded himself.

it was too early.

“zack,” he began, eyebrows tensing, “have you—”

too early.

“do you want to see something cool?”

cloud produced a crumpled piece of paper.

zack tilted his head.

“past the mansion,” cloud explained, pointing at his rough sketch of mt nibel, “there's a reactor. do you know what that is, zack? shinra plopped it in the mountains.”

zack's face seemed to change.

his posture improved, his mood seemed more serious, and cloud wondered what that was about. he was beginning to get an idea, though. zack was better than him in every way.

“yeah..?”

“zack, you'll die if you try to go there alone.”

“didn't plan on it, dude.”

“you aren't curious? why were you so interested in the mansion, then?”

zack would have responded if cloud didn't continue.

“this is my hometown. i know it's weird. i know it's… scary and…”

peach lips stretched thin into some sort of smile, canines peaking through.

“and it's fascinating,” he established, “you wanna see it.”

zack appeared to be sulking, if anything.

“i mean, i guess, but..”

glancing down, he witnessed a pale hand on the developed muscle of his thigh.

cloud swallowed, banishing the drool that threatened to leak from his mouth back inside.

he observed the window once more, ecstatic to see his mother's form heading away from the house.

he'd managed to stall for long enough.

his free hand sank into the space beside zack, he now loomed over him.

he relished in the feeling of his racing heart.

“spike?”

“zack…”

a deep intake of breath.

“let me take you there. let's go to the mansion.”

zack's expression seemed to tense and relax at the same time.

somehow, he had began to expect something else.

“are you scared of monsters?”

cloud's fingers drifted  along zack's on the bedsheets.

how he wished to intertwine them again.

ego hurt, zack shook his head and protested the notion.

“me, scared? no way!”

from that gallant, juvenile smile on zack's face, grabbing cloud's heart and squeezing it, there was no stopping him.

their friendship was a must.

“so, come on,” the blond urged and pulled his friend towards him by the hand he was now holding.

he started towards the door without pause, in case zack caught a glimpse of his strawberry face.

if cloud's oven-hot, damp palms didn't rat him out first, the flush on his face was sure to.

his stupid body was a canvas of ever-changing paintings corresponding to his moods.

one good look at him and you could almost read his mind.

cloud planned to change that.

he would put one on. a cold and stoic one that was combat perfect, manly perfect, picture perfect.

an image zack would worship.

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the salt and pepper pair, coward and hero pair, snuck their way to the mansion.

by the stone gates, cloud spoke up before zack got any ideas.

“hoist me over, then i'll come get you.”

the extra long blink, extra tight shut of the eyes as cloud's millisecond-long prayer to whichever deity was listening in, thankfully went unnoticed.

he'll say yes.

he'll say yes.

he'll say–

“on it, boss,” zack chuckled. he went into a squat once cloud released his hand, and held both his own out for cloud to step on.

right, it would be embarrassing to be carried.

getting over the fence was no struggle with zack holding him up.

a little grunt left his lips when he landed on the ground other side, maybe a sort of loud ‘oof’, but he was fine.

dusting off his tee, that was white before the fall, he made his way to the gate.

a dirtied hand went up to push it and…

it opened without resistance.

who could have seen that coming?

it could not have been cloud, who had known before their arrival that the barricade around the mansion was practically for show.

“huh,” he shrugged.

zack laughed and ran in through the open gate, giving cloud a high-five.

“woah, spike, didn't know you could unlock stuff with your mind!”

“whatever,” cloud giggled, striding ahead as always.

“hey, wait up,” zack called out, running after him.

nothing before felt like this.

no smile was big enough, but cloud felt his current one would suffice.

zack was following him.

he was the leader.

this was how things were supposed to be, in cloud's mind at least, the only obstacle being that life wasn't fair.

were he to hit the genetic lottery, be tall like zack.

have a face that was intimidating and commanding, not so round and cute.

muscles that weren't as shy as him, refusing to show despite his countless efforts at high intensity workouts.

with all that, there was no way shinra wouldn't be knocking on his door.

there's nothing balanced about it, not one bit.

the muscles go to idiots, and the looks go to egomaniacs, but a smart, passionate, and kind-hearted guy like cloud?

let him have nothing, then throw in his face a boy with everything.

cloud was putting zack on a leash, though, and he was ready to show life that he could make it anyway.

spit on injustice's face and dangle his new toy for it to see.

‘my zack, mine.

my boy, mine.’

cloud was  leading him, and he was following cloud.

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the heavy, imposing wooden doors the boys laboured to push open slammed shut behind them.

the sudden noise made cloud jolt, zack reached again for his hand.

“you and me, cloud, we stick together. okay?”

cloud felt pressure low in his belly.

it resurfaced.

the heroism, the pity, the taking the lead.

zack was stealing the lead from him, his chance to prove himself.

his free hand now a fist, cloud nodded before his speech could make a mad fool of him.

after a deep breath he announced, “i'll protect you, understand?”

cloud was sure to ask a question, let zack know that he was listening and cloud was the one speaking, making the decisions, in charge.

increasing the pressure of his hand's grip, he continued, “hey, don't you trust me?”

zack, without a second's doubt, barked an ‘of course.’

“you bet!”

what foolishness.

there, for the first time in ages, cloud let himself smile.

it was a sight to behold truly.

lips, free from their usual downward curve, peeled apart to reveal teeth, the stretch of it narrowing his eyes so that zack couldn't properly make them out through thick lashes. 

cloud, no question, was beautiful.

the tug on his heart, seeing zack quiet and in awe of him, should have made him go back home.

he knew already, when they sat by that tree and exchanged nervous glances, that he was prepared for his fixation on zack to consume him.

even before that, cloud reckons his fate was sealed from the moment he eyed that unfamiliar face outside his window, he knew it was over and he was not the slightest bit upset by it. 

this was what he needed.

the two began their exploration of the barren residence, man leading boy.

cloud's steps were practiced to be imperfect, his awe and wonder manufactured for zack to believe this was the first time for both.

even somewhere he'd never been, cloud charged forward without fear and let his confidence overpower his uncertainty.

wasn't that impressive?

yearning  blue eyes searching for any sort of approval found zack, smile warm with wonder, trusting cloud enough to follow him.

it caused a strange stirring inside cloud.

his boots sounded on the wooden floor, along with zack’s.

cloud slowly opened the door to a long-forgotten bedroom.

the interior, antique in its aged beauty, managed to captivate cloud just as it intimidated him.

a bed of dark wood with white bedding stood out from the room's corner seemed to soothe cloud, promising to ward off all his worries. this would settle his dilemma.

it spoke to zack, too, offering rest. he dropped onto the bed with force enough that he nearly bounced back up, but with cloud now right by the bed it would have caused a collision.

dark eyebrows came closer, baffled at how he got there in so little time.

“hey, spike,” zack whispered through the start of a grin.

cloud's hand sprang towards the boy beneath him, and he nearly pulled a muscle in an effort to control himself.

too damn eager.

after taking a breath, he cupped zack's chin between his delicate, bony fingers. his thumb drawing circles on his cheek, wondering how the heat didn't make zack flinch.

cloud felt it. he was burning up, overheating, and it had fried some of his brain.

most of it, now all he wanted was to prove himself.

be something zack wasn't.

make zack something he already was.

pathetic, weak, docile.

he thought of it, finally trusted by his mom to hold his own.

he'd take out his stupid ponytail and snip away until satisfied.

make something of the shitty cards he'd been dealt, and leave this fucking town behind.

years, years waiting to be given permission and she kept pushing it back.

she never believed in him because by nature he was weak, something growth and young adulthood failed to change.

seeing a natural talent like zack, a boy blessed by birth, really pissed cloud off.

he wanted to slap him, bite into his skin, then kiss him until there was nothing left to kiss.

take out zack's soul and force it down his own throat, like that would work to make him any stronger.

if cloud was weak, all that was left to do was to make zack weaker.

the thought urged him to smile, but his lips moved to speak.

“zack, you have to trust me.”

fingernails, a bit overgrown, ran over zack's skin towards the black fabric of his knitted top.

bunching it up, the blond was sort of irritated he was right.

where he was defined from malnourishment, ribs poking through his soft skin and underdeveloped muscles, zack was strong and admirable. 

he admired the boy's toned physique, palm resting on the firm surface of his abs.

“you can be pretty weird,” zack laughed, “anyone ever tell you that, cloudy?”

he shrugged and touched further along zack's form, the tips of his ears and nose splashed with the same pink that creeped up his neck.

his patience was wearing thin.

“m not,” he murmured, though he would have shouted it if such loudness didn't make him flinch, “i'm cool like you. okay?”

a boyish beam surfaced.

“of course, buddy! you're so brave and totally smart, re–”

“and you trust me.”

zack's shrug was different to cloud's, unsuspecting and disarming with a sweet little smile.

cloud’s fingers itched, then relieved themselves at the drawstrings of zack's pants.

the hem was pulled down by a near hyperventilating man.

how did he do it to himself so he liked it?

that was right, a nice touch.

cloud took a soft hold of zack's dick, putting a finger over the other's lips before he could shriek.

the flesh was warm in his hand, a size incomparable to his own, but not standing by itself.

not quite there yet.

zack, in a daze, struggled out a response in an airy and delicate voice.

“spike, what did i do? what can i…?”

“zack,” the smooth pad of cloud's pointer finger caressed the wrong place, apparently, as cloud was starved of any reaction he longed for.

“i'm a man, too. i have control over this. over you.”

he sunk to his knees, tongue slipping past lips.

“do you understand?”

zack's face contorted as he entered cloud's mouth.

the warmth was assaulting, he raised a hand in defense.

cloud grabbed his wrist, tight, bruising, sucking out a pitiful whine.

“um… a-ah..”

cloud pressed his face to zack, tongue swirling around his tip.

he made eye-contact, measuring the pleasure he was giving zack, confirming zack was really falling apart because of him.

zack had one eye shut, the other peeking at blond tufts of hair moving loose from a ponytail.

it was warm inside.

a warmth that caressed his entire body, not comforting but instead demanding.

it was a warmth that asked for zack to respond.

he felt blood rushing up to his face and down to his… 

hot air blew onto his dick, hot fear burned in his chest.

the stale air between and around them was confined in the room, mansion windows eternally shut.

cloud coated zack's skin with his saliva, feeling him harden as he slobbered all over him.

“cloud,” he whimpered, his hips moving independently from his mind as they pushed forward into the wet hot cave.

his head tilted, his mouth agape, he rapped his foot on the floor to manage the sensations flooding his consciousness.

“wait… ah, that feels… ngh..”

cloud's mouth worked miracles on his skin, giving him a small glimpse of heaven, his hand clenched around air like he could confine the overpowering feeling in his fist. 

keep it there forever and live inside it, sinking and eventually drowning.

his sanity, all his reason, struggled to stay afloat.

the strong, burning wet waves of sensations crashing down on him with each flick of cloud's tongue had zack gasping for air.

cloud thought he looked good enough to eat.

cloud pulled off with a pop, placing a kiss to the slick and shiny surface of zack's tip and he whined at the loss of contact.

looking up, the puppy dog seemed wounded.

it just… stopped.

zack was on the brink of it, of ecstasy, he had tensed up by instinct., but his finish was cut short.

cloud rose, lifting a hand to scratch behind zack's ear.

“don't cry,” he whispered, “look down.”

standing proud was zack's hardness, the reward for cloud's hard work.

“you finally got hard for me, zack,” cloud admired and he was elated.

seeing his pretty dick, glistening from his own saliva, hard enough to have a mind of its own, made all the arousal in cloud's mind multiply and surge through his entire body.

zack could want him.

could want the short, scrawny, awkward kid before him.

he did.

it was just like a dream, like cloud's dream.

he reached down, freeing his suffering erection.

how mad it was, left unattended as its owner tended to zack.

pink, swollen, and messied by precum.

“see what you did to me, zack?”

cloud stimulated himself with his fingers, bucking into his hand a little.

any self-doubt he assumed he would normally feel from revealing himself to another, someone far above him like zack, was extinguished  by the lust consuming him.

he brought his dick to the other boy's, biting his lip as he rubbed them together.

“fuck,” he hissed, “fuck, zack..”

“spike…”

cute gasps, eager groans, twitching flesh was shared between the pair.

brown fingers spasmed without the hilt of a sword to hold on to.

scars littering his skin and for the first time they represented fragility.

not battle or perseverance or recklessness or anything along that thread.

zack was weak, shuddering from the palm of a boy enclosing zack's dick and his own.

cloud fussed because it was not the same.

it did not fit easily like it did just for his in the morning, he fussed at the other's size in comparison to his own, hard to do it well.

he brought his hands beneath zack's armpits and forced him closer, squirming into his neck as they moved with each other, breathing in that muted sour scent.

intoxicating as it filled his nostrils.

was it the feeling of his tip rubbing into zack's sensitive skin?

hearing him pant and hold onto cloud like he was scared to let go?

ah, it was hard for cloud to hold back.

his pointy teeth dug into zack's shoulder, <earning> a <yelp>.

zack <yelped> when feeling cloud became too much for him.

when he was sweating like a dog and panting like a dog and cloud pulled an orgasm out of him.

his very first.

“shit, ah!”

it made a mess.

from underneath black lashes, eyes watched release inch down cloud's thigh.

zack wasn't sure what he had done.

his chest still heaving, his mind still reeling, his lips twisting into a frown.

it felt all weird, in his heart or in his gut or somewhere else he could not pinpoint.

a wet feeling on his skin made him look up.

that and the moan.

he saw cloud, sunshine as he smiled at him, melting away all his worries.

cloud hadn't stopped moving, zack had only gotten numb to the feeling after a little while.

his fingers tangled in the black mass once more, cloud pet zack's head.

“zack,” he <>, “please… please. you're good.”

cloud's knee nudged zack's apart.

“you're so good, please, just trust me a little more.”

his plea was a weak smile.

“you like me,” cloud stated, “so you…”

he reached out for the other's hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

zack liked cloud.

that is why he got hard for him, grabbed onto him, and came for him.

because cloud was likable.

even to a boy like zack, who had muscles and charm and all he didn't, cloud was likable.

he deserved zack.

“spike, i don't really…” having finally caught his breath, he spoke.

“i'm not sure what you're thinking, bud.”

down from zack's hair, cloud's hand was now on his lower back.

“zack, do you like me?”

he put a finger over the other's lips.

this whole time, since they'd met by the town's entrance, cloud had been looking up at zack.

always, always having to crane his neck to attempt any semblance of eye-contact.

this view of zack beneath him, flushed, whimpering, lost.

it shattered the pattern, hit hard enough that cloud thought he might cry.

“zack, do you think i'm cool?”

eyes darting around in search for anything to make it easier, cloud settled for spitting onto his palm.

“zack, do you trust me?”

the finger was withdrawn, and despite his uneasiness, zack nodded and muttered ‘yes, spike.’

cloud prepared himself, his body hot and every nerve on fire, hand behind zack's neck.

“yeah? good.”

in the right position.

thighs spread, pants hanging from his ankles, and the blond between his legs.

it wasn't much work.

the surplus of precum and the saliva he'd gathered in his palm made it easy to coat his dick properly, shiny and slippery.

he put his wet hand beneath zack's knee, bringing a shiver from the cool sensation, and angled him better.

his boot dangled near cloud's hip.

“that's good,” cloud huffed as he pushed into zack's perfect little hole, “shit!”

they cried out together, zack’s hands on cloud's flat chest as tears pricked his eyes.

“mmf– cloud!”

the mentioned halted, all inches inside zack.

swallowed right up.

he throbbed in the tight warmth, every cell desperate to lose it and go wild, awaiting zack's adjustment to the intrusion.

“what… the hell..?”

zack's voice shook and his face was not the least bit relaxed.

he was gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed and wet.

“cloud, it hurts. that– that hurt.”

“it won't soon enough, you can take it.”

it hurt more for cloud to be rejected like this.

couldn't he just be good and bear it?

cloud begun movement, his brain melting from the pleasure zack's body was giving him.

he whimpered and embraced the boy in a hug.

zack trembled in his grasp, holding onto him for stability as he cried and winced and whimpered as well because it really fucking hurt.

cloud's mouth hung open, he moaned continuously into zack's ear.

drunk on the feeling, he didn't resist breathy laughter as it left his light rose lips.

“zack… hot… so damn warm, fuck, ngh..”

in hardly any time, cloud felt his balls signalling how close he was.

saliva pooled in his mouth, spilling over his bottom lip and onto zack.

zack shuddered, sniffled, and continued wiping away all the tears.

cloud was…

he was inside of him.

the sensation of his dick as it slid in and out made him woozy, moans surfacing despite the pain.

cloud grabbed zack where he had become hard again.

he was hard again?

zack attempted backing away. feeling cloud's length stretching him out, and his soft fingers around his own was too much, he couldn't take it anymore.

“don't run from me,” cloud begged, his blue eyes wet, “why are you pulling away?”

cloud brought him near in a hug once again, chests and foreheads touching, as he fucked himself into zack. 

the once gentle pace he maintained for zack's benefit was lost, cloud now sweating from his high speed.

“mine… zack, mine… warm.. warm.. tight.. zack,” cloud slurred and kept stroking.

he had, at once, become something more.

reduced the great and mighty to a bitch crying on his cock.

pride. cloud shook with pride at his accomplishment.

he bet he could make zack suck him off, sobbing and puffy-faced with his tongue stroking cloud while he tried not to gag.

he'd boss him around, degrade and defile him.

paint zack new, worthless with all the self-loathing he'd carried since childhood and be free of it.

kiss and hold the other until he could stand his reflection.

give himself a loving pet.

cloud grabbed at whatever he could of zack, burning the boy's flushed and convulsing frame into permanent memory then not pulling out.

shooting fast and overpowering out of him, he shot his seed into  zack.

the sudden heat, the continued pleasure at cloud's hand could almost make zack scream.

“spike, i think–”

cloud's fingers prodded at his chest, pinching a sensitive nipple before flicking at it.

he lowered his head so he could bite, then lick.

zack's jaw went slack, and he coated cloud's hand with release.

he swiped another taste for himself before smearing the mess on zack, who failed to react, with a masked sneer.

seeing how tired out the older boy was, this unresponsive, and still enjoying the warmth of his hole, cloud lightly swatted at zack’s cheek to bring forward what remained of his consciousness.

he gasped, mind muddled, moving his head a little.

“huh?”

“are we…” cloud choked up, looking away from the one under him, “are we still friends?”

on the face cloud now knew he loved, there was more confusion than joy.

those eyes, unfocused and stained with tears, met cloud's.

“we're… friends?”

zack's mouth remained open though he'd finished speaking, trying to catch his breath.

“mm,” cloud nodded, “yeah, we are.”

the man held his first friend closer in a final hug, breathed in his sour sweat scent, and kissed his wet cheek.

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thank you so much for reading, i hope you could enjoy!! <3 wanted to envision a different timeline for them..

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sunrise (fairytale ending)

zakkura week. pt2 of sponge.

mornings were for cloud to make sure zack still loved him.

pet his head, comb fingers through hair then use them to trace all the scars and bruises.

just for him to appreciate his love in the comfort of their bed.

first class suites were spacious, lavish. cloud had gotten used to their comfort by then.

the light from the rising sun, coming segmented through the blinds, hit zack's face golden.

the light in his eyes was an alarm, making them flutter open and greet cloud's smiling face cherishing him.

“good morning, zack,” said in a whisper, “are you still sore?”

when he shook his head, the black spikes of his hair rubbed into cloud's chest.

he hummed. 

zack didn't speak much in the mornings, only cloud knew that, his brain was still whirring from sleep on the shore between dreams and reality.

cloud's words were all that grounded him in this state. it was almost too easy.

“i was gentle with you, wasn't i?”

inclining his head to kiss the top of zack's, his thumb circled bronze skin where the sun didn't reach, the touch stimulated and relaxed him all at once.

zack sat up, but seemed ready to rest his head on the other's shoulder and be out like a light.

“hey, cloudy.”

his soft murmurs always, without fail, thawed cloud's heart.

it reminded him that it was all worth it.

everything he did, to keep that gentle voice and bright smile all to himself.

his lips were soft but flakey as they kissed along zack's jaw, down his neck, across his chest.

everywhere. 

cloud could spend the entire day kissing every part of zack, but he made a point to only kiss over where he'd made marks, watch him squirm.

“you slept like a baby, you know?” his lips soothed over the hickeys decorating the base of zack’s neck, made haphazardly and possessively, scattered drops of blood. “no bad dreams?”

“no, none.” zack’s speech gained clearness, coherence, seemed he was finally waking up. “it’s like you said, spike, i don’t get them after we…”

“mhm, because you’re too worn out for nightmaring. your mind doesn’t have the power to torment you anymore,” cloud explained. well, he was lying, but it counted for an explanation nonetheless.

the mystical and proven cure to zack’s depressive, horrific, guilt-ridden nightmares was to let cloud fuck his mouth, then swallow his release.

or for cloud to fuck his ass. anything worked as long as it got cloud off— sorry, as long as it tired zack out. which was inevitable because yes, cloud was putting shit into zack’s drinks. too little for zack to pass out five seconds into giving head, but enough to lose consciousness sometime after they were done.

of course his nightmares had stopped in his sleep, he wasn’t even sleeping, his brain was shut off.

that was cloud’s little secret, though, that and the many others. crafted to protect zack, pull him out of his sadness, make him smile again.

zack needed this, or he’d be back to the weeping husk of a man he was before cloud, hugging his knees in a corner as he looked between his buster sword and the blood on his hands.

cloud thought that was a waste of his valuable SOLDIER time.

white lies never did any harm.

“i’m so happy, zack, i really think you’re getting better.” 

holding his hand, holding his chin, planting a sweet kiss. their tongues touched, only a little, and cloud was able to taste himself from the previous night before he pulled back. brisk enough to beg for more.

“yeah, cloud?” there’s the cute grin cloud loved. “it’s all because of you.”

 zack accredited his healing to the other boy with all the sincerity in the world. such a good boy. 

“you saved me.”

his soft, dark mess of morning hair was held out of his face by cloud, allowing him to see it. the gratitude in his eyes was gloss, making blue shine all the brighter. this sight, just for him. cloud had earned it.

“i know, i did.”

quarter to twelve. 

cloud looked away from the clock and he was completely sure there was no one who adored him more.

no one in the entire world.

-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-❤︎-

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sponge

zakkura week. i hope y'all are noticing a pattern by now.

two knocks, and the door did not open.

one yell, and it was like no one was in there.

it had been like this for maybe three weeks.

he would perform his duties then lock himself in his room.

SOLDIER 1st class zack fair had become a zombie, relying on his instincts to get things done, and everyone could see that his bright soul was far from home.

a light that shone so bright all fizzled out.

no-name cloud thought it was stupid.

so what if angeal died? zack was still SOLDIER.

let everyone die. 

the mako corrupting him, modified blood pumping to and from his broken heart. his sadness could not take away his strength, so why let it go to waste?

one man, just one man had ripped zack into tiny paper pieces.

cloud couldn't deny the envy he felt, but it wouldn't matter in time.

he'd been given a golden chance.

it glimmered, rebelling against all the gloom around it, and showed cloud how to climb out of despair.

a ladder of weeping heads and empty skulls.

if one death could strip zack naked, bare of dreams and honour, cloud would kill him to bring him back to life.

reverse… something.

engineering his sadness, cloud called zack's name in angelic.

loud to be heard, light to be held.

his sweet voice carried to zack's ears.

thirty seconds later, the door was pulled open by a sliver. 

“cloud?”

from the little he saw, zack looked terrible.

terribly beautiful.

like a stray, neither  grime nor tears could rob him of his inherent beauty.

a dirty puppy curled  up on the sidewalk, wounded with its fur in disarray, only able to whimper.

any bystander would give their all to help.

captive to his strength, captive to his looks.

who could have it worse?

maybe this was why zack kept in here until he was sent on a mission.

coming out would get him swarmed with useless help.

his despondent face, void of its usual fervor, would become a tourist attraction.

cloud himself had gotten distracted, but he’d go on despite that.

“you remembered.”

there only existed one person who could help zack.

cloud would make sure it stayed that way.

zack's room was dark, the outline of his face revealed from the faint glow his eyes emitted.

in front of him stood bright white heaven, cloud.

the daylight behind him made him glow.

a mesmerising sight.

cloud was sure everything about his visage cried sweet sanctuary.

a place for the weary to rest and forget all that troubled them.

something like that, anyways.

he was selling an image, selling dreams to zack, it's not like he actually had to fix him.

he just made sure he looked like the perfect candidate to.

at that moment, a smile prettied his face.

“uh, can i come in?”

zack stepped aside, cloud stepped inside and light seemed to follow him as he did.

he closed the door behind him before speaking.

“zack, i…”

cloud nibbled on his lip, hoping it would enhance his look.

pink and puffier from the swelling.

“i heard what happened.”

zack jolted as if he'd been stabbed, seemed ready to sink into the floor, and slouched after.

“yeah.” 

his voice broke even in the one word spoken.

“you don't have to say anything. i'm not here to hear the story or satisfy my curiosity or whatever.”

another step forward.

“i'm here because i, um… i care about you, zack. you've helped me when i was down before, you know? i wanna do the same for you.”

zack was contemplative quiet. cloud knew what that look meant. inside, his heart beat had sped up.

new hope, cloud represented, light piercing through the fog of darkness and dispersing it.

zack didn’t want to speak over the fortune, just savour it. 

bask in the sunlight until he was swallowed again by nights he could not sleep through. 

nightmares, angeal’s face. monsters, mocking him. it was worst in the loneliness of nighttime, his despair, with nothing to process but his terror.

self-loathing, because he was a useless golden murder machine.

his strength couldn’t… his power couldn’t…

no part of him was able to save anyone, but cloud said otherwise.

“you don’t… owe me, cloud.”

cloud was happy zack was so down. with his eyes on the ground, he couldn’t catch the peeved twitch of cloud’s mouth.

he was still resisting, cloud needed to press a little.

break him down.

“this isn’t a chore for me, zack. i said i wanna be here for you. is it—”

gossip. it was valuable. cloud did not have to ask zack anything to know all about him.

he’d let it settle in his mind to reemerge at the right time.

“did, um, aerith see you already?” 

his face changed at her name, eyebags somehow more visible.

of course not. if anyone had come to see zack, there was no chance he would be allowed to spend time alone without supervision. 

in a lockable room.

“i wouldn’t want to tell you something you’ve already heard.” cloud’s volume dwindled towards the end of his sentence. he hoped the other would take it as a sign to speak up.

“no, she.. she hasn’t.”

admitting that, he was so quiet.

“but she has her own life. everyone does. i’m not anyone’s responsibility…”

something soft, warm on him.

cloud’s fingers, partly holding his hand.

“stop speaking like that!”

a passionate scolding to show his sympathy.

“do you think no one cares about you? i do, zack!”

his louder voice made zack’s eyes shoot up, he saw cloud’s  hand slam on his chest.

over his heart.

“they can go to hell,” the blond muttered, bringing his body to the SOLDIER’s, “it’s not your fault they’re full of shit.”

maybe he jumped the gun, but cloud prayed human touch after so long would distract zack.

he needed to be careful about his positioning though, or bet on zack assuming it was a PHS poking his inner thigh. whoops.

“talk to me, zack, please.”

cloud’s pink lips brushed dark hair strands, tender voice right in zack’s ear and its breathiness was debilitating.

“cloud…”

his feet somewhat lifted off the ground, zack holding him so intensely, he felt large hands on his back and fought the urge to hump zack’s thigh.

this was the strength zack could be in misery with?

why didn’t he kill everyone, if he was so damn upset?

that would make taming him harder, however, so cloud couldn’t complain. 

only rub soothing circles on the man’s back.

it was peaceful, cloud guessed.

zack swore he was saved by an angel that morning.

and cloud swore he felt him smile into his hair as he croaked, “thank you, cloud.”

sure. they could both smile, but for different reasons.

“don’t worry about anyone else, zack, i’ll always be here for you.”

cloud wondered if adding an ‘i’m yours’ would make zack his own in turn, but it was clear from how the older boy was clinging onto him.

like he could soak up all his sorrow and cast it far away.

cloud was zack’s only hope.

his hope, his joy, his being.

zack already belonged to cloud.

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for each other

zakkura week

cloud strife x zack fair (nsfw but still normal)

if it made it any better, they needed the money.

bad pay and worse spending habits left the two confused by the end of each month in which they had managed to pay for rent and groceries.

that was surviving.

it was time to live a little, at least that's what zack insisted while shoving his phone in his roommate's face.

the screen displayed a promotional video for a game, a video which cloud could recite off head from how many times zack played it.

in all honesty, cloud was interested in it as well.

it wasn't zack overenthusiastically forcing cloud to share his interests, it was money.

an expensive game that was exclusive to a console both their kidneys wouldn't buy happened to be on the top of their wishlist, outlined in red with several stars next to it.

“keep showing me that, we still can't afford it.”

cloud looked away from zack's face.

he had this weird habit of believing that if he made the begging puppy look for long enough, he could get whatever he wanted.

fair enough seeing how cloud indulged him, but some things simply were not possible.

zack whined and tossed his phone onto the couch where he moved to sit beside cloud.

the blond made an irritated noise, deciding it pointless to nag his friend for taking little care of his valuables.

he felt arms upon his shoulders, and the familiar warmth of zack's face against his own.

clingy little thing.

“please, spikey? i'm beggin’ you!”

he made to seem annoyed from zack's smothering, but a knowing smile betrayed him as he ruffled zack's hair.

“idiot,” cloud punctuated. “how? you plan to rob a bank?”

“you would do that for me?”

zack beamed, and cloud shoved his face away with an open palm before he started considering it.

that damn smile could make him do anything.

“how did you even get into college,” cloud grumbled, and zack let out a proud laugh.

“you're really asking? athletic ability! oh, and–” he pointed to himself with a handsome grin. “the face.”

it was all cloud can do not to groan from the cheesiness of zack's statement, he instead facepalmed.

a sudden noise had him peeking between his fingers.

zack retrieved his phone, triumphant smile on his face still.

“what now,” cloud bothered himself to ask.

“the face! the body is good, too.”

“can you stop sucking your own dick for a second, dumbass?”

abruptly, zack lifted his face from his phone screen. cloud raised a brow.

“what?”

his vision was obscured by zack's phone, but his eyes focused to see what was most definitely not a video game.

“the hell?”

the last thing cloud expected to see– or hear– was a woman getting her brains fucked out.

the second he processed it, cloud’s face flushed and he smacked zack's phone away.

“hey, my phone!”

cloud shook his head.

“have you lost your mind?”

“what do you mean? bro, this is money. she's literally being paid to orgasm! people are paying to see that,” zack exclaimed, “easiest job ever! why didn't i think of it sooner? why didn't you think of it, cloudy?”

his mouth hung open as he again asked, “have you lost your mind?”

he fought the colour coming to his cheeks.

“zack, are you honestly suggesting we become pornstars?”

“i mean… yeah? why not, dude?”

“wh–”

“think of the game.”

zack's eyes were both pleading and demanding, soft and firm, and cloud thought back to the woman from twitter.

zack like that.

he stood and walked away from his best friend's hopeful gaze, shutting his room door behind him.

cloud slumped, sinking down with his back on it, releasing a heavy sigh, hands in his hair.

fuck his life, he'd gotten hard thinking about zack again.

- ❤︎ -

enough pestering landed them here, awkward on the couch with a camera at their front.

cloud indulged him yet again, but he felt excitement where he assumed there would be dread.

the camera recording aspect made him a little stiffer, though, and seemed to unnerve zack also.

the raven proposed they do something easy, just jack off next to one another while watching a porno.

cloud didn't need it. he could only hope the camera failed to capture how his gaze was on zack, not the tv.

a soft exhale snapped cloud from his thoughts to reality, where zack had settled on a video and was now pulling down his pants.

remembering to do the same, cloud tried getting into it.

he ignored his erection the night before, letting his want for release to build up so he could perform better on camera.

no one could deny that cloud was trying.

he wanted that game, too, and to see zack's dick.

mostly the game, though, probably.

“ah,” zack whispered to himself, stroking his thickness a lot slower than he would normally.

teasing and cloud felt like it was zack putting on a show for him, the idea brought forth husky moans though he knew it wasn't true.

it was a dream.

a stupid one he'd never fulfill cus he was too chicken to tell his best friend that he wanted to fuck, kiss, and marry him. in that order.

it was more than cloud could have hoped for, in all honesty, he was making sure the memory of beating his meat alongside zack would stay lodged in his mind for months to come.

- ❤︎ -

the obnoxious mewling of the girl in the video would have made cloud go soft were he not able to steal glances at zack as he pleasured himself.

blue eyes on the screen, his teeth dug into his full lip as he sped up.

pathetic cries, it was like he wasn’t used to it.

the bliss.

dick in his hand, and the heat of it and the feeling of it and the slick of his precum. the wet noises too.

cloud cussing next to him, fucking his fist.

ah, it felt good.

“mm.. ‘m close,” zack panted,  his face tightened in concentration, “are you?”

cloud nodded as he played with himself, tuning out the noise from the tv in favour of zack's.

he would have come by then, but he stopped when he got too close.

cloud wanted to wait for him.

heat enveloped zack, he looked between the blur of tits and the cunt being fucked, the frequency of his noises increasing.

he moved closer to cloud, dick throbbing as he kept watching.

seeing puffy, pretty pussy lips drooling cum had zack throwing his head back and releasing his own.

“shit,” he whimpered, hand pausing around his limp dick.

cloud's hips thrusted into his eager hand, zack's cries had him leaking an embarrassing amount, he shot onto his shirt, almost losing his mind when he saw the little that landed on zack.

sticky jelly on caramel skin.

shined from sweat and the sticky, obscene sight cloud wanted to lick back to purity.

small lamb beneath him, for him to defile.

panting and twitching, zack gave cloud a tired smile.

“think anyone'll like it?”

his voice so quiet was uncharacteristic, he didn't want his question picked up by the recording.

dumbass question.

cloud, thinking of how zack looked moments before, was quickly getting hard again.

how could anyone not like it?

zack was perfect.

they faced one another, and he came even closer.

“stay still, okay?”

“mm–!”

the sticky of their tips combined and zack’s sweaty face beamed in excitement, too quick in regaining his energy.

“look, dude, they're kissing!”

cloud flushed and grunted,“that's… so gay.”

- ❤︎ -

three days.

“one thousand views!”

cloud buried his fingers in zack’s hair, grasping, and shaking some sense into him.

“you skipped a zero,” he huffed some way that could have been mistaken as a laugh.

one-hit wonders of the porn industry, sky-rocketed into stardom after clumsily jerking it next to each other on their old, uncomfortable couch that would have been creaking so damn loud were they to—

“gah! whatever, dude, we’re gonna be so loaded!”

the black hair framing his face swayed as he turned from the screen to cloud.

biting his tongue always did the trick when cloud was in a hurry  to stop blushing.

zack didn’t notice.

“fuck the console, we’ll buy the whole company! then sell all our inventory for free, like robin hood.”

“zack,” was sighed. “don’t you think it’s a bit too early to celebrate?”

his small hand connected to zack’s arm, thumb pressing bicep, and the sight would make him grin nasty if he didn’t have to look serious.

for all zack knew, cloud only touched him during  important discussions.

real life or death stuff.

he never initiated physical contact, only received it, the scene had to make sense.

“we need insurance, zack. i didn’t publically humiliate myself for nothing, you know?”

a slow nod followed by two quicker ones.

“yeah, for sure, cloud.” he raised both hands as if asking for permission.

did cloud’s  touch really hold so much power over zack? what an ego boost.

a quick nod, from cloud this time, then he was warmly embraced.

there were hugs, and then there were zack’s hugs.

secure inside beefy arms, feeling bulletproof. the weight of zack’s chin in his blond hair. 

zack’s hugs were soft, turned any man into jelly.

zack’s hugs were overpowering, no resistance could stop the relaxed moan leaving the recipient’s lips.

“thank you for doing this, spike. you really are the best.”

“i know that.” pointed, but not rude. teasing, but not light-hearted.  “you keep forgetting, though.”

cloud  stepped away from the hug— it sucked, but he had to— and held zack’s wrists in his hands.

a shy glance or firm eye-contact?

he needed this to hit.

“remember, this is for the both of us. we’re doing this for each other, cus we have— because we’re—”

“i know.”

zack didn’t force cloud to continue speaking, only flashed that gentle little smile.

it was almost innocent, the shine in baby’s blue eyes.

there wasn’t a problem with him pulling some strings, was there?

cloud just never wanted that feeling to end.

his cum on zack’s skin.

there wasn’t much else to live for, but each other.

they would both get what they wanted, in the end.

cloud always spoiled zack.

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[voidrika]

doesnt have to be perfect... i can just be happy to share it with you all... i love you and thank you. you make it fun, i wanna give you more <3

[voidrika]

groan

zakkura week. this is kind of normal actually :3

zack fair x cloud strife

so, zack has always been the brawns.

you know?

there's brains, and there's brute strength.

and the things in between, and combinations and mixes, of course, but their roles are in neat, lined boxes.

zack isn't a complete idiot (on a good day), the pink mass in his skull functions on occasion.

cloud isn't completely weak either! he can…

well, there’s that time he did five push-ups as per zack's request.

there's also the time he went to the gym with zack, as per his request.

that memory makes cloud bury his head into his hands, and it's been months since it happened!

how could he be so stupid as to take him to a place filled with guys like that? 

cloud hated their guts, hated feeling their eyes burning holes into him as zack smiled steady without a care in the world.

wasn’t there something else for them to gawk at?

it was seriously distracting.

cloud felt bad to shut zack down after all the work he put into instructing his unathletic counterpart; he was almost resolved to suck it up at the memory of zack's strong hands on his skin.

steadying him.

blue eyes that could only see the puny blond at their front.

his encouraging words as he handed him a bottle of water.

cloud still quit. after that day, he never went to the gym with zack.

he can't handle the staring, the attention, the judgement.

he wishes his gaze could be of the same strand as zack's, honed in on one thing and blind to all else, but it isn't.

therefore, cloud stays in his dorm room playing video games.

the life and look that suits him best.

zack is the brawns.

the stupid, endearing, puppy-bear best friend mix that's attached to cloud at the hip.

he holds his hands and returns his feelings and they eat breakfast cereal together.

zack watches cloud gaming, and brags that he can pull off whatever the protagonist is doing at the time.

that's how it's supposed to be.

why is it now cloud that has to pull off the impossible?

couldn't he have let zack spot him one more time?

he wants to say so many things to him.

hold him close and let words flow from the river between his lips.

chapped and discoloured, now all cloud can do is groan.

he's held in zack's big arms, no longer allowed to feel the warmth he’d grown so comfortable in, aching with the pain of hunger.

“cloud.”

he can't respond to his own name.

“you'll get better. we'll make it through this, i promise. maybe if we look for other survivors we–”

zack is cut off by new pressure on his wrist, where cloud is squeezing with all his remaining might.

over his dead body.

it's him and zack, no one else.

with what he has left of his life, he wants to die slowly and painfully in zack's embrace.

pay for his incompetence.

he couldn't fight back, couldn't run, didn't manage to hide.

let himself get bit, infected, and become a liability to the only person who put up with him.

he could have gone to the gym again if he had thicker skin, but his was soft white.

white egg shells, complimenting egg yolk hair.

pretty as he is, cloud is still chicken.

the attention his beauty draws only making him retreat further into himself.

a useless chicken, his own insecurities, weakness, the reason he won’t live to laugh at anymore of zack’s jokes.

he won’t live to sneak glances at zack, heavy with words unsaid.

not to bite his tongue, or brush fingertips, or share warmth.

cloud won’t live at all. 

“spike?”

without words, zack can still understand his best friend.

“okay, i understand, we'll stay.”

accepting his fate, refusing to go against cloud's wishes, zack only laughs.

“take a bite out of me once your skin turns green, yeah? then we'll take early halloween photos.”

he'll miss his favourite idiot.

the man speaks in his usual upbeat, but the cracks between words and the tightening of his embrace says it all.

it’s tears waiting to manifest.

no words, but a choked cry leaves cloud.

it's all he can give zack, after all he had done for him, cloud can't repay one tenth of it.

mind spinning, dizzy with pain, he remembers every stupid zombie apocalypse game he's played.

shouldn't that have given him some experience?

a clue as to what to do in this catastrophic situation?

he doesn't have one.

the wet of his tears burns his rotting skin.

cloud is dying and he deserves it.

he let zack down.

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might post on main idk what im doing anymore

[voidrika]

can satoru gojou fix you?

( the girl is yuuna from love angel syndrome )

satoru was good at things. he was good at everything, but people… are they things? he thinks they more closely resemble projects, when they're as broken and fucked as you. passion projects, renovation, whatever. his boredom led him to trying his skill at projects— shattered, broken people. you were his first one! lucky!

now, what could he do with a roach like you? a sorry excuse of a human, not contributing to society at all, wasting and rotting away all day. what was he to do about you? how easy it was for you to attach yourself to him like some stupid, lost puppy dog. the moment someone showed you the slightest ounce of kindness, you were gone. 

but what's the fun in that? it doesn't make him feel special. you would have done the same for anyone else, right? satoru couldn’t have that. you were his now. his torn cloth, his shattered glass, too hideous for anyone else to see. you could keep in his display case– your cage, covered with a white sheet. no one else deserved to see you.

but it had been long enough and that message was beaten into your head already and you thought you would've stopped breathing if he asked you to. and you knew you'd start bleeding when he asked you to. that you'd be anything he asked you to.  

and satoru loved it so much. he didn't want this game to end. sure he could have fixed you, there was nothing even really that wrong with you, but again— where was the fun? 

this vulnerability, this desperation… how you cried and sobbed and begged him… it never got old. 

that tiny mind of yours working so hard to make sense of and defend all he does, such a stupid sexy sight.

he could do away with you, leave you without contact for weeks, then dote on you again. you'd only cling harder, love harder, come harder. 

it was hot.

you were gross and you were pathetic and you were unlovable and satoru was going to take your clothes off and fix your countless flaws. there… like that. 

you'd keep that expression where your face was puffy from crying, where you looked miserable, and let him move your hand so it held his dick. that look of surprise, some anger swirled in, your eyes telling him you weren't sure whether you should yank back your hand and call him gross or…

weird, nervous little freak. you frowned, shifting on your feet, and you were seriously turning him on.

of course satoru could have fixed you long ago, but he won't. you'll stay like this. he'll keep breaking you, limb by limb, keeping you hospitalised. in a bed that you sink further, deeper into, day by day, your fingertips will meet and satoru gojou will never pull you out.