They were both corpses falling into bed. Living yes, breathing no, even as underneath the southern soldier's dark skin, blood rushed thick, like some of the deep saltwater lakes around the Gongagan countryside. He had come from inside that green lush place, to be inside this steel kingdom, and he grasped that night for its steel prince who looked at him with hooded green eyes and pushed him inside his apartment. There were too many barriers between them to count, but desperation trumps all barriers.
Barriers don't really matter when Sephiroth is saying that he is on the edge of leaving, Zack is cleaning a mentor's blood off his sword and there is something savage and wrong gleaming in his General's eyes as they pass in the halls. They don't matter when a second in command is pushing his fingers into a superior's neck, and a General is saying things between their open mouths that scares them both but sends them tumbling into a dark apartment. They were beyond it all, fighting back each layer, trying to breathe.
Beyond the long gleaming sword in its sheathe, still deadly anywhere within the owner's reach, were a General's hips which fit well inside a circle of legs, which quivered and folded, heels pressed hard into a spine. Beyond the shining floors, the clear windows and the sterility of Sephiroth's apartment were clothes scattered down a hallway, fingernails dragging across whining floorboards, and damp, twisted sheets. Beyond the green light in Zack's eyes, there was a violet color, darkening, like the blood had darkened his cheeks, the scarred one and other one he sucked in as he clenched his eyes shut, saying he wanted it to hurt, don't stop, just don't stop, and Sephiroth couldn't, wouldn't even if he was asked because it was too late, and too good to relent.
And beyond the bones and muscles in his curling toes, and Zack's high arching back, his insides were churning, and his heart was stuttering awake, but it was also too late for that, for when he collapsed into the body below him, he knew that he had spent it all. Beyond Zack's own heaving chest, clattering under his ribs was his heart, but just like his General, it only stirred, but fell still again.
They were corpses fallen into bed, and beyond them a small town, the mountains in it, and boy having long departed from them all, breathed.
Author's Note: So this is me not paying attention in my English class. I wanted to make this one of those things where this is underneath that and underneath that is this etc., kind of like those little babushka (sp?) dolls? And I also wanted to to try brevity, ha, so this was the result. I hope you all like it! I miss my Sephiroth/Zack something awful.