Never Lost
By: Phoenix Dayze
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. Please don't hurt me.
Make love to me.
The words echoed in Zack's head, a beautiful, intoxicating litany that brought with it a burgeoning sense of power. Power to control his destiny, to control his body, to be the end all and be all of his world, which could now be as he made it.
Make love to me.
Zack cleared his throat as his body hummed with intense need. "Cloud…" He reached out a shaky hand to caress away the strands of blond hair that brushed over the man's eyes. "Not here." He whispered hoarsely. "Not now."
Cloud grabbed fast to Zack's hand, clinging to it tightly. Tears slipped down his gaunt cheeks. "Please!" Cloud begged. "I know you want me! You can erase what he did to me! Make me forget!"
It was too simple. By giving into his lust, Zack could supplant Cloud's tarnished memories of sex by replacing them with memories of himself, but only if he seized the chance now, while the memories were fresh, while Cloud's mind and body were still in a state of shock and denial. Cloud probably didn't really know what he was asking, simply reacting by instinct, but he was right. He could fix this, at least partially.
Zack tugged Cloud's hand up to his mouth, kissing it lightly. "Okay, Cloud." He soothed. "Okay." He crawled upwards over Cloud's body, covering it with his own, and gently brought their mouths together. Cloud's lips parted instantly with an almost eager whimper, and Zack accepted his invitation, sliding his tongue into the untasted warmth of the boy's mouth. Cloud's moan grew and his hands pawed at Zack's back, his body arching and wriggling in nervous, desperate need.
Zack pulled back, shoving Cloud's arms away from him as he struggled out of his clothes, casting them aside. He fell back atop the younger man as Cloud yanked him back down with a strength he shouldn't have had, given his condition. Zack let out an animalistic cry as their bodies slid together, the heat and feral sensation of bare skin tantalizing and almost more than he could bear. He sank easily between Cloud's thighs as the man wrapped his battered legs around Zack's waist, pulling him closer, tighter, bringing dangerous parts of Zack's anatomy into contact too intimate for a boy Cloud's age. Except, someone had already stolen the bloom of Cloud's innocence, and he was counting on Zack to keep the fragile flower from wilting and crumbling to dust.
Zack wrapped his arms around Cloud's shoulders, letting his hands scoop the man up by his back, pulling him as close as possible, holding Cloud tight as he slowly, gently rocked into his struggling body. Cloud cried out against him, his nails biting deep into Zack's flesh, but Zack continued moving, a steady, easy rhythm, kissing over Cloud's face and neck, not giving the boy time to think, trying to fan the tiny flames of pleasure in his body.
They moved together, their bodies sliding against one another in age-old patterns, the blood from the dead Wutai on Zack's body smeared and slick between them. As Zack felt himself getting close, he shifted back from Cloud's body enough to look the boy in the eyes. He slid one hand from Cloud's back, around his body to wrap strong fingers around Cloud's length. He stared into depthless, searching blue. "Can you feel me, Cloud?" He whispered huskily. "I'm right here. You're safe now."
Cloud nodded shakily, his body tightening, tensing, twitching as Zack's careful ministrations slowly took him apart. He shuddered violently, spasming in Zack's arms as a mind-numbing release washed over him. His tears soaked into Zack's shoulder as Zack's breaths grew heavy and his sex pulsed and throbbed within him. Zack came with a raspy groan, spilling himself into Cloud's body.
They held each other, their chests heaving together as their bodies cooled. Zack stroked Cloud's hair lovingly, whispering mindless comforts into his ear. After a while, he shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling Cloud with him, curling the young man around him. He traced a lazy pattern along Cloud's shoulder, and swallowed, his guilt at what he'd taken swirling with the euphoric peace that Cloud had given him. Reaching over his chest, he tipped Cloud's head up to meet his eyes. "Why did you do it?" He asked lowly. "Why did you give yourself to me?"
Cloud's eyes were clear and steady, and his jaw was set in a stubborn line, but a ghost of a smile teased at his mouth. "Because I knew I could trust you." Cloud answered truthfully.
Zack sighed, a rough form of relief washing over him.
"And because he told me to."
Cloud's voice took on a strange quality and Zack's blood chilled in his veins. He peered down at the younger man, uncertainty edging along his mind. "Who did?" He asked, dread lining his tone.
"The angel." Cloud whispered. "The angel with the silver hair."
Tbc…