Author's Note: I don't do fanfiction often, not very good at it infact RP suits the muses and I better. However sometimes I get in that mood and do short little things of complete crap; currently that crap is addiction to drabbles and ZackxCloud! The inspiration behind these comes from Teh Faint a really good eighties retro band of doom that we were listening to, my Cloud muse loves them and any weird music so I was like Zomg I FEEL LIKE WRITING. It's a miracle! Yes. (Subliminal Message: Now Faint The Rape Go. Even more Subliminal: READ BACKWARDS. Babies my have! Hisses, glares.)
Anyway. Coughs.
These will be updated as they come.. be gentle, (I have horrible grammar) and if you like it, Review Review!
Cloudlessly
Dance
Cloud liked to dance.
Liked to Bend.
Liked to Sway.
The musical sounds caressing his ears like softening electricity, tingling currents that pulsed through cotton candy veins and sugar coated brain. Red blood cells tainted with butter pecan icecream and deep red strawberries, there was no stopping the usually quiet young man's feet from moving across the floor like he had something to prove, rhythm to the beat like a human drum, if you splayed your fingers and began to strum, he'd be a guitar jamming like a rocking trombone.
Dance loved the Cloud.
Like the streaming sun coming through Violet Culumus.
Cloud loved the Dance.
Like Zack who couldn't.
Pebbles and Bam Bam.
Zack the affectionate, the touchy and stuble, the glomper, the howler, the laughter, the smooth. You could call him bam bam and certainly wouldn't get in trouble.
Cloud the afflicted, the 'touchy' and monotone, the withdrawer, the silent, the chuckle, the fumble. You could call him pebbles and end up in rubble.
Two completely different people, from almost two completely different worlds but when they got together boy did the bed rock.
Senses
It was sacred to feel the brief moments he didn't flinch when the dark haired boy engulfed him in a tight hug grinning against the back of his neck.
The smell was savoured when the aromatic scent of spiced autumn, earth and cool waters wrapped around him like a warm light guiding the way, often helped him get through the day.
The sight always welcomed when the dark haired man lazed out on the neatly made bed because his was a mess, he never seemed to notice when Cloud didn't protest.
The taste screaming burst full of flavours against his tongue, it was even better when Zack mischievously kissed him some.
The sound pulsating through his ears was heaven to behold when the other was thrusting in him, the dark haired one was the only one who could make him care to cum again with such completion.