Title: Each Moment
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Angeal/Zack/Cloud
Warning: Angssssssssssst. Allusions to sex.
Notes: I feel kind of sorry for Angeal in this. I may have to write a sequel. He has some stupid ideas in this here fic! This is not part of my usual Angeal/Zack/Cloud arc. Written for springkink on livejournal. OH! It is my birthday! (March 2). I didn't even realize.
Ask anyone with a younger lover, they would tell you it is a gift and a curse. They give you a life you had forgotten. Their energy was infectious. And the sex...well, it was amazing. But, there is always a potential for them to leave you. They could view as old, weak. They would want to seek something new out.
Now, imagine if you had two younger lovers.
Angeal was a fighter, a warrior. Fighting was his forte, though he took no joy in it. Those men he had killed probably had families and friends that mourned their deaths. But, he had committed to this cause. He trained his body to move quickly and with precision. He was unshakeable; a wall that would never crumble.
But his fear came in the form of two beautiful bodies. Cloud, with his brilliant blue eyes and pale hair, was quiet and gentle. Zack, with equally bright blue eyes and wild raven hair, was playful and loud. They both were his, breezing into his existence with ease. Lucky didn't even begin to describe how he felt. Together, Zack and Cloud quickly became the shining points in a life of blood and death.
But, amidst the happiness, he felt the tendrils of uneasiness twisting his stomach into knots. Cloud and Zack had more optimism and youth than he did. They were beautiful together, gracefully twisting their bodies in acts of love. Angeal felt that he was too big, too cumbersome to fit in properly. The others involved him as much as possible, but he did not belong there.
He loved Cloud not only for his delicate looks, but also for his steadfast faith and kindness. Angeal couldn't even count the amount of times he caught the blond looking at him with adoration. He was purity, never losing his sense of wonder. But the strength Cloud displayed was amazing as well. A peek at the teen's records saw that all his instructors were raving with positive reviews over his performance during the gruelling training.
Zack fit his namesake perfectly. He was energetic, and just as loveable. Angeal had once decided that the more hassle, the cuter the dog. Never had that applied to a person before, until Zack came into his life. Much like Cloud, he was stunning. He never stopped moving, never stopped trying to reach his next goal. And that grin never failed to brighten up a room; his white teeth flashing against coral lips.
It was the little things Angeal loved. Each individual piece making up a wonderful whole. Cloud and Zack were meant to be together. He, however, never felt he truly belonged. They were young. He was old. They were flawless. He was scarred. They were the moon, the sun. He was dirt on a muddy floor.
They would see that one day. They would realize they did not need him, and Angeal would be cast out. But until the moment came, he would enjoy every precious moment.
Thanks for reading.