Warnings: Well, Jenova's not dead yet, that's a clue, so explicitness (with a purpose) and Zack's mouth.
Chapter 11. Burning Down the House
The house groaned. The sound was loud enough to startle them all out of the sensuous spell that had been woven.
"I can't do this," Zack declared before scurrying backwards. At least he tried to scurry. Sephiroth reached out one strong arm and caught his shoulder. Cloud, already half way there, latched on to his thick cock. Either movement was enough to freeze the dark-haired man in place.
"Just close your eyes and think of Gongaga, if that helps."
"Not funny, General, sir." Zack would have thwapped him for that comment except that it was, you know, General Sephiroth. "I know I teased you about it, but it was just, y'know, teasing – a joke. I didn't mean it."
"Trust us, Zack. We want you to enjoy it." Cloud knew the statement applied to both of them: himself and the General. They were both complete sensualists, revelling in the physical and able to enjoy the experience for exactly what it was – an incident out of time, never to be repeated. He also guessed, that Zack's statement about being toast was completely accurate. Cloud and Sephiroth were determined to make the black-haired First burn.
With one on each side of the young SOLDIERs erection they reached out at almost the same instant and started to lick, exploring Zack's flavour. Zack stilled, breathing hard in a combination of distress and arousal. He couldn't relax completely, so he stayed propped up on his elbows but that just gave him a better view of what Cloud and Sephiroth were doing. It was unexpectedly arousing to be used as an instructional tool, he discovered. He also discovered that his CO had no gag reflex. Faced with the sight of his cock disappearing between those fine, sculpted lips, Zack's resistance eroded. Watching baby faced Cloud mimic the General, feeling it, completely wiped it away. They dragged him back under their spell.
It was Cloud who pulled that wondrous silver hair to cover all of them, enjoying the feel and the smell of it. It was Cloud who buried his nose into Zack's scent-rich groin. He stroked with light fingertips over pubic hair, hipbones, sac and penis – all over the sensitive area, going back to compare textures until he must have had them memorised. Never had Zack felt so... appreciated for just being male.
Sephiroth concentrated on playing with his friend's erection, lips and teeth and tongue running along the big vein and just under the ridge before he took it all in; over and over again. The General kept one hand circling Zack's engorged penis, bracing it and denying him orgasm all in one, while the other hand petted over chest and stomach, stopping to scratch at pert nipples. The sensations were never enough of anything to shoot the First over the top, only enough to torture him.
As much as he enjoyed his task, Sephiroth also kept an eye on, and enjoyed watching, Cloud's exploration. It was obvious the little mountain boy was made for sex. He appreciated how lucky he'd been to attract the corporal's attention. When they got back to Midgar, he vowed that they would spend hours and days and years, appreciating each other. Like Zack, Cloud wasn't intimidated by him and that was a rare find indeed.
Sephiroth moved up Zack's long body. He wrapped arms around to hold him close. He cradled lovely cheeks in long finger so he could kiss him deeply. He tried to show with his body the love he held for his ever-cheerful SiC. His joy of life would balance both his and Cloud's darker view and he wouldn't give him up, no matter who had a claim on his heart in the real world. Sephiroth knew Zack loved him and enjoyed his company. He knew that, but the SOLDIER had never seriously wanted to bed him. He'd been attracted, as all the Firsts were, but it had been against his will and his nature, and Sephiroth refused to take advantage of what was, essentially, a chemical reaction. This was his chance to show his friend how much he'd always wanted to take him up on his offer.
It was sensory overload for Zack even though he'd been in threesomes before. Maybe it was the fact that it was two guys instead of the twins he used to play with, but this felt different, more powerful, more revealing, just more. He writhed and moaned, and jerked uncontrollably. It was fucking scary and if they stopped, he'd probably kill something.
Inside their little tent it was passion and heat. Hot enough that they didn't notice the ice, centimetres deep now around the windows, crawling across the floor toward them.
Beyond the door, a multitude of pipes ran to, or was it from, a shielded tank elevated above the platform floor. They climbed up the massive central pipe strung out in a line because it was too narrow for them to walk abreast.
The container that Jenova was housed in held no resemblance to the plain tubes used in the rest of the facility. Instead, it was like a statue. A beautiful face, serene and cold, gazed over the area. Its spread arms turned into wings made of tubing that led to pumps and monitors and probably dozens of other things. Represented like this, she was a remote goddess, intending neither aid nor harm to those she looked down upon.
Both the SOLDIERs knew it was a lie. They'd felt her rage, heard her hatred, and Zack couldn't help but wonder, who'd built the shrine? Who believed the lie?
Jenova's reality lay beyond the pretty front and another locked door.
"This time when you chop it open, try not to let it drop so loudly. I'll brace Cloud" Sephiroth couldn't help but notice how well the First Class uniform outlined the muscles of Zack's torso and made his shoulders seem so broad and his hips so slim. The younger First had been right, back in the lab, when he'd asked how women could resist him in uniform. Sephiroth usually resisted thinking about Zack 'that way' knowing that his SiC had no interest in experimenting and he wondered why he was thinking of this now. Of course, the panting, moaning blond walking beside him might have something to do with his every thought taking on a sexual overtone.
"See if you can cover his ears," Zack suggested and watched, astounded as Sephiroth sheathed Masamune in order to protect the blond's trance. That last attack by Psycho Bitch Mom must have hit the General hard. Zack also sheathed his Buster but only long enough to adjust his position so that he could touch Cloud and attack the covering at the same time.
The dark-haired First sheared off the hinges. He then slung his sword but there wasn't much he could do one-handed. "Shit," he muttered, trying to get a grip without knocking the heavy door
"Take Cloud's hand again," Sephiroth ordered, seeing the problem. They shifted and, with each of them using only one hand, lifted the cover and tossed it over the side to fall and fall until it hit something. By that point, they didn't care. Jenova's true face was revealed.
She wasn't ugly, not physically at least, and the body shape was the same one common to humans on Gaia: two legs, two arms, a torso, and a head. The shape of her face, her slender frame, the distinctively coloured hair; they were all echoed in the General. Faced with that evidence there was no denying a genetic legacy. However, Sephiroth did not have bright pink, glowing eyes or fangs for teeth. He was also missing the leathery protrusions that took the place of arms and hands and Zack didn't think he had paws and claws for feet.
"I think you got all her best features, Seph. Lucky you."
"Hmm," the General hummed noncommittally. Seeing her, it, like this was disturbing on many levels. She was alien but not, evil but beautiful, powerful but piteous. He was drawn to her. Physically it was as if she was pulling him toward her. Every cell in her body called to every cell in his, promising a union of unbelievable rightness.
"We must hurry, Zack. She's much more powerful here."
"Right," He didn't say anything more. Zack could see the strain his CO was under. He peered into the chamber containing the supposed-to-be-dead thing that was trying to drive his boss crazy. "This looks like liquid mako, Seph. Cloud's test didn't go so well."
"High resistance?" Sephiroth asked in a tone that expected the opposite answer, which is what he got.
"Too susceptible."
Mako was an odd substance. It was the source of enormous power, as evidenced by Shin-Ra's rise to global pre-eminence. It could boost a human's physical abilities beyond the dreams of comic book authors. When compressed it formed into materia giving anyone with enough will the power of the gods. It could do absolutely nothing physically or mentally, or it could snatch a person's mind away so that all that was left was a drooling thing; unable to perform the simplest action without help.
"You open it, I'll lift Cloud," Sephiroth said.
"Okay. On three."
"One," they adjusted their positions.
"Two," Zack lifted his sword; Seph wrapped his arms around Cloud.
"Three..."
Cloud felt himself picked up. Sephiroth was lifting him, positioning him between Zack's legs. "On your knees, Cloud," the General ordered gently. Cloud's breath hitched. He had a good idea what was going to happen and he couldn't help shivering in delighted anticipation.
'Wait,' he thought, 'we need lubricant!'
He immediately thought of the antibiotic ointment they'd used before but he rejected it before it could form. He didn't want medicine for this. For this, he wanted something that added to their sense of warmth and safety, of friendship and being a team.
Chocolate-laced coffee, like what Sephiroth had drunk at breakfast. Zack had teased the General about his sweet tooth but he'd made sure the chocolate syrup had been on the tray so he couldn't mind it that much; and Cloud had liked how it tasted afterwards on the General's lips. He put out his hand and grabbed the bottle of aromatic oil. "Use this?" he offered.
Sephiroth opened the bottle and gave an appreciative sniff. "Wonderful," he said approvingly even as he drizzled some over the dimple's at the base of Cloud's spine. The blond arched away – the oil wasn't warm, but the General didn't let him retreat far.
"Oh goody," Zack quipped, although his ragged breathing conflicted with the light tone, "Seph's first coffee of the day. This shouldn't take long."
Cloud punished him by squeezing a little harder on the delicate globes he was holding. Dark skinned hips jerked up, begging for a release that Cloud wasn't ready to give yet. The timing had to be just right. He went back to licking and nipping at tight belly muscles even as the General massaged the oil into his skin, up his spine – and down; down into his cleft, massaging the surface of his skin. The rich coffee scent of the oil invaded his senses making him feel dizzy.
He was breathing hard now. He and Zack could be twins by the sounds they were making, helpless pleading noises forced from between clenched teeth.
They were warm, and oblivious to the wailing that dug at the walls of the house. Here, between the three of them, there was power and heat, building and building. He needed it and he wanted it. As Sephiroth prepared him for penetration, he moaned his desire out onto the head of Zack's thick penis. He wanted to swallow it down, to suck on it, to make their dark-haired friend explode into his mouth.
"Soon," his General murmured, "let it build some more," and Cloud obeyed.
"Shit," Zack cried as the liquid poured out of the chamber, "that stinks!" It did once the first intense burst had died down it also smelled familiar. He'd sweated out something similar after receiving his First Class-level mako injections from Hojo. "Oh fuck," he whispered in prayer.
"Can you remove her from the equipment?" Sephiroth asked. His voice was low and purring, which seemed odd until Zack got a good look at the General. He held the small soldier off the plating even though most of the tainted mako had drained away, and Cloud was clinging to Sephiroth... and rubbing up against him. There was definitely rubbing going on. Fuck, he wished he were in Cloud's dream instead of this reality...
"Commander," Sephiroth prodded.
... where he had to touch smelly and probably slimy, Psycho Alien Bitches. He sighed and instantly regretted it as the stench invaded his lungs and made his eyes water.
He retreated, stepping closer to his companions. "A sec," he said and breathed deeply of the relatively fresh air. He enjoyed the hint of mocha that surrounded his CO, a leftover from his breakfast 'coffee' that was more than half chocolate syrup, and utterly disgusting to everyone else who imagined drinking it. It was so perfectly Sephiroth – bittersweet. He smelled better than good today. Predictably, his body reacted the same way it usually did when he breathed in too close to the General – Cloud didn't help either, but at least he had lots of experience at working around a partial erection without permanently damaging himself. He shifted his weight and ignored it. It would go away eventually.
"Right," he announced and went back into the chamber. He looked at the machinery, at the wires and tubes connecting her to the reactor. He tried not to think too hard about what he was looking at but he made sure to take a good look at the mechanical parts. Then he thankfully retreated to better smelling air to report, "I don't think she can be removed. A lot of that stuff appears to be embedded right into her body. It looks like, and this is fucking freaking me out just so you know, that the mako was being flushed through her system and being infused or tainted, or fucking poisoned or something, by whatever she is."
He swallowed bile, "Just like we were." Zack knew that Sephiroth would have smelled the same thing he had, and he trusted that the General would recognize it.
"The First Class mako injections," Sephiroth confirmed. Zack nodded silently, miserably. He had bits of that thing inside him. Hojo had injected him, infected them, with her taint.
"You have declared, many times, that SOLDIERs are not monsters. While I hesitated to believe it of myself, or Genesis and Angeal, I have no hesitation believing that statement when applied to you. A less monstrous person I have never met." He reached out a hand to grip Zack's arm, unconsciously stroking it lightly. "I can only hope to be as kind, and as honourable as you, Commander Fair. It is, and always has been, a privilege to know you." He gave the dark-haired SOLDIER's arm a shake, "And as you are not a monster, even with bits of her inside you, then I must believe that I am not a monster either." Then he smiled, his real smile, the one he kept hidden, "I will not be outdone by my Second-in-Command. How would I live it down in barracks?"
Zack's face was so hot he was sure it was going to ignite spontaneously. Sephiroth's normal level of praise was a curt two word "well done." This outpouring of emotion was embarrassing and exhilarating. It made his breath short and his head spin. He was glad when the young corporal moaned and provided a distraction. "When Cloud comes out of it, I am going to tease him about this so bad," he promised.
Sephiroth's smile turned roguish, "As will I," he agreed, but Zack didn't think their teasing would take the same form. He shifted his stance a little to relieve the sudden return of pressure. That hadn't taken much. A new topic of conversation was in order, he thought, "So, do you want to fry her in situ or should I cut her out of there?"
"There will likely be less damage to the reactor if she's removed from the equipment beforehand. However, she will be easier to target as one large mass. We can always cut her up afterwards and make sure all her parts are thoroughly incinerated."
"As you wish, General," Zack smiled and twirled his huge sword, "get ready to for the shish-kebab."
Sephiroth's smile turned feral. Despite his protests this morning, Zack and Cloud weren't the only bloodthirsty ones in the group. Seph raised the arm with his Firaga and gathered his will. He only hoped that it would be enough to kill this thing that had survived, half-alive yet still toxic, for over two millennia.
He wanted her to burn.
"Burn for me, Cloud," that rich, silky voice slid over him, just as hard velvet flesh slid in. Oh, it was wonderful, better than this morning. He was stretched and ready this time, so there was no pain only pleasure so deep he could feel it in his soul. "Make Commander Fair burn too," the General ordered and Cloud, released at last, obeyed.
He relaxed his mouth and jaw, and moved down Zack's length, just the way the General had showed him. He closed his lips around the blood rich flesh and swallowed his way down to the hilt. Zack's muttered mix of curses and prayers was a steady background noise, spiking a little when Cloud sucked. It didn't last long; he had to breath and his gag reflex was fighting back, so he slid up and took a moment to enjoy the smooth, sure movements of the man behind him – his General, his friend, his lover, buried deep inside him and feeling so perfect there. He moaned happily and wished it would last.
Sephiroth moved cool lips over the hot skin of his nape and licked a trail down his spine. Zack had one hand buried in Cloud's hair, gently cupping and massaging his cheek in time with his strokes. His other hand reached down to cup his tight sac, rubbing it and Cloud's sensitive wrist at the same time. He was caught between two fires: Zack was the heat of a wood fire, crackling and sparking in welcome. Sephiroth was the cold heat of a chemical flame, pure, steady, and enticing.
It couldn't last of course, the need was building; the moment was almost here. He could feel it in Zack's thrumming tension, in the strong pulses running along his length. He could feel it in himself, a vibration in his being, tuning itself to Sephiroth's strokes. It was in Sephiroth's harsh breathing.
Then he felt it. A silent demand passed through Sephiroth. It was time.
A final hard suck and a twist of his hands and Zack exploded into his mouth. The rich, salty taste was thick in his mouth. He loved it. He kept up the suction, determined to get every drop even as his own release roared through him. He clenched and bucked, but remembered to not to bite down on the tender flesh in his mouth. Then he felt the flames engulf the General, an inferno passed from one to the next in sequence. Sephiroth arched over him, pounding into him with his orgasm. Igniting the fire within Cloud all over again so that he didn't release Zack but kept his mouth on him, kept working him until the dark SOLDIER convulsed once again.
They were filled with endless fire. It exploded through them and out of them, following a path created by the silver-haired warrior. It was a white-hot incandescence that incinerated everything and left no room for the ice.
It only took a moment but it seemed like a lifetime. Sephiroth and Zack were pulled to their toes as the silver-haired warrior flung his Firaga at the creature. Cloud, lost in his vision, cried out his release. Jenova caught in a firestorm of destruction screamed her fury to the world and drove the two SOLDIERs to their knees.
Then the world exploded.