Title: Il Sogno Galleggiante
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud, Zack/Cloud
Genre: Historical/Romance
Warning: Badly abused Italian, OCs, graphic sex and all that good stuff.
Chapter: 1/1
Comments: Conte Sephiroth holds extravagant parties in the floating world of Venice, however, this attracts all kinds of scoundrels, including a group of thieves led by Cloud Strife. Can Cloud resist the decadent nature of the Conte's lifestyle and remember his goal? Thank you for all the reviews, faves and alerts!

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Il Sogno Galleggiante

Part V

The underneath of the Church was the thieves' den. It was lavishly decorated with velvet wall hangings, tapestries and expensive furniture, all courtesy of the richest of Venetians who had been conned over the years.

Cloud lounged on the divan, having filled his face with his midnight snack, he was now ready to sleep until some time in mid morning when Angeal would want someone to take over priestly duties above. He undid a button of his trousers, which were tighter now after the food and closed his eyes.

"That looks like an invitation."

Cloud found himself smiling, not bothering to open his eyes. "Zack, you think everything is an invitation." He felt fingers sliding through his hair, down his nose and to his lips.

"Isn't it though? Usually when people find half-undressed blond men lounging on their favourite seat, they think someone's sent them a present," Zack continued his caress down Cloud's neck. Cloud finally opened his eyes, seeing Zack grinning down at him.

"Ah, there are those beautiful eyes," he said, leaning forward. Cloud raised an eyebrow.

"Sweet talk doesn't get you anywhere with me, Zack," he replied. Zack chuckled, his hand cupping Cloud's cheek as he leaned down.

"I know you like a bit of flattery though. Otherwise you feel easy." His knee slid between Cloud's legs and he lowered himself so that his weight was settled there. Cloud remained still, not moving for fear of Zack slipping and catching something vitally important.

"What makes you think I'm even in the mood?" Cloud asked, though his head tilted slightly into Zack's touch and he could feel his body getting hotter from Zack's proximity.

"The Conte got you all hot and bothered. I can tell when you come back horny you know," Zack leaned forward so he was whispering in Cloud's ear. Cloud shivered slightly. "Got a little bit of a crush on older men, Cloud?"

"Shut up," Cloud hissed, his lips attaching themselves to Zack's neck. He heard the other laugh softly and nipped him in retaliation. Zack's laugh turned into a groan and he reached down to grip Cloud's hips, pushing against him.

Cloud let out a small needy noise, his legs spreading a little to accommodate Zack's hips. He moaned when his cock brushed up against Zack's, his whole body shivering as his grip on Zack's hair tightened.

It didn't matter to him that there was a chance that Angeal, Tseng or Genesis might walk in. He'd been caught in much more embarrassing positions with Zack before. Usually it was because someone had forgotten to knock though, rather than because they walked into the lounge.

Zack continued to rub their hips together and Cloud bit his lip to hold back needy groans. The friction of the cloth between them made the skin beneath hot and his cock was starting to leak against the fabric. He began to buck his hips up against Zack's, desperate to find his peak.

"God, you're beautiful when you look like that," Zack said hoarsely. Cloud let out a quiet whimper, his hips bucking up once more before he spilled into his trousers. He lay there bonelessly as Zack fumbled with the fastenings of his own trousers, pulling himself out and stroking himself a few times. Hot cum splattered onto Cloud's shirt and, as he came back to himself, he realised he was going to have to arrange for this costume to be washed.

"Couldn't you have caught it?" he grumbled, sitting up to peel off his shirt.

"After you came in your pants, I figured there was no point," Zack said with a grin. Cloud sighed and couldn't help but reluctantly smile.

"You're an uncultured lout," he said, throwing the stained shirt at Zack who caught it with a laugh.

"You still sleep with me," he pointed out, dropping the shirt on the floor.

"Yeah, and I wonder at my sanity for doing so," Cloud quipped back, shucking his trousers and gathering the dirty clothes together in his arms. He would have to take them to be laundered in the morning. That would mean getting up before midday... He looked at the clothes mournfully and wished he'd had the willpower to resist Zack tonight.

"Goodnight Zack," he said softly. Zack just waved and flopped onto the divan.