Beyond
Flora Winters
I do not own Final Fantasy VII.
Summary: Sometimes the dead simply do not stay dead. This story will contain boy love, strong language, and scenes of explicit violence.
Chapter Six
Cloud was sitting in the lavender scented water, watching Zack, who was gently cleaning and caring for his injured hands. He would silently hiss every now and then when Zack would pull out a tiny piece of grit with the specialized tweezers. He kept glancing at the crescent scar above his left nipple that he had given him himself during a make out session in a shower.
"There," Zack said, letting his right hand go. "I'll put some healing balm on your hands and wrap them up when you're done with your bath."
"Why not just heal them with a spell?" Cloud asked, looking them over.
Zack got to his feet, looking down at him. "Do you want me to do that?"
Cloud shook his head. He wanted to feel this pain. It told him that all of this was real and not just his imagination.
"Hey," he said when Zack turned away to walk out. "This is a really big tub they have here."
Zack turned back around with his hands on his hips. He was smirking. Yes, yes it is, Cloud."
Cloud wanted him. He wanted to feel him on top of him. He wanted to feel him inside him. He just fucking wanted him and that's all that mattered at the moment.
"Well," he said, splashing around a little playfully, loving the stinging in his hands. All of this was real. "Why don't you take off your dirty clothes and join me?"
Zack cocked his head to the side, smiling down at him. "Do you promise not to try and drown me?"
Cloud nodded. He could try and drown Sephiroth though. Oh, he could throw a radio in on him and watch him kick as he sizzled. Whatever he was going to do, he was going to do it one go. He was going to make sure that bastard never got back up again.
His liquid blue eyes drank in Zack's stunning physique as the spiky haired stud stripped down to his yummy bare flesh. His body was so hard and rippling with muscle. He longed to lick his flesh and thirsted to bite his pecks.
He made room as Zack stepped in and sat down in front of him. Zack gently splashed him in the face.
"Well?" Zack asked in a playful voice. "Do you want me to give you that massage now?"
Cloud rested his hands on Zack's ankles, running his hands along the smooth tops of his large feet. He looked up at Zack with eyes that were burning with molten blue longing.
"I want you," he said, slowly rising, moving closer. "I want to feel you in me, right now."
Zack blinked, suddenly looking like he had just stepped into a boiling pot of water that was used to cook lobsters. He began to raise his hands, but Cloud was having none of his pretend to be shy bullshit.
"I want you to fuck me, Zack," he said, straddling his waist, making him slightly buck. "I want you to fuck me so goddamn hard, I can't even think."
Zack's luminous eyes were so wide.
"All I want to do is to feel," he said, wrapping his arms around his corded neck, whispering in his ear with panted breath. "And scream your name as you fill my ass with all your creamy warmth."
Zack was trembling under him and it made him chuckle. He could feel that all too familiar hardness and he grinded his ass down on it. It made the bigger man under him moan and snatch him around the waist with need.
"Cloud," Zack whispered, kissing his smooth jaw line. "What the hell?"
"Don't you want me?" Cloud purred, pulling his face away, sliding his hands down his hard chest. "Your body says it does. What about your heart?"
Zack looked like his brain was melting and would soon leak out his nose and ears. His eyes closed and his lips parted when a very dangerous hand gave his hard length a good stroke.
"Well then, how about this?" Cloud asked, squeezing his juicy member. "How about I get out and pretend to fall flat on my back on that rug? I'll then lift my legs up over my head, trying to do that quick get up karate move thingy, and you can stumble getting out of the tub and fall cock first right into my ass."
Zack snorted, opening his lust filled eyes. "It would be an accident."
Cloud nodded his head. "It will be a most pleasurable and surprising accident."
"It just happened," Zack said, nodding along with him. "We can't get into trouble for an accident."
"Nope," Cloud said, knocking the lavender oil off the side, causing it to spill all in the floor. "And the floor was so damn slippery from the lavender oil, you just kept falling right back into me, over and over…"
Zack snorted. "Let's do it."
Cloud grinned, showing every one of his pearly whites. He got up, helping Zack, only to snarl when a knock came at the door.
"Cloud?" A voice asked. He remembered. It was Rik. "The general's fixed your soup."
"Awesome!" Cloud shouted in fake joy. As if he would ever eat anything that bitch prepared. "Zack should be done soon!"
"Hey!" Zack hissed, falling back down into the water. The tub was slippery. "I could fuck you all damn night long."
"What was that?" Rik asked.
"Just leave it by the bed," Cloud hollered. "Jesus, Zack! Could you be more careful with those goddamn things? My fingers are delicate, don't ya know?"
Zack snickered.
"What's going on in there?" Rik asked. "Are you two doing something…funny?"
"Define funny, soldier!" Zack yelled, stumbling again.
"Oh," Rik yelled. "I think I hear Steff calling!"
Cloud rolled his eyes, pulling Zack with all his strength. The two fell out of the tub with twin yelps.
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Sephiroth was sitting on his bed, listening to the sound of rain tapping against his window. He had such an odd feeling. It almost felt like he was forgetting something. He couldn't put his finger on it. It was the oddest thing.
Cloud sure was acting strange. He had never seen the blonde suddenly go off the deep end like that. What in the world had snapped in that beautiful head of his? He had ranted and raved like a lunatic out in that storm.
"…I'm watching you…"
He actually shivered. There had been the promise of a very painful death in those three spooky little words. Perhaps he should lock his door and sleep with his sword very, very close…like in his hand.
Those molten blue jewels had been filled with madness that had never been there before. It had been downright scary. Plus, he had never seen Cloud cast a lightning spell like that before. It had been quick and it had been aimed to kill.
He laid his head down on his pillow and sighed. He really needed a vacation from all this shit. He was getting tired and he was so damn young, too.
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Cloud was resting his head on Zack's chest. He was slowly tracing the crescent scar with his finger. His body was like a limp noodle and he was still glowing as Zack softly snored under him.
He was so warm and he would literally blow someone's fucking brains out the back of their goddamn skull if they so much as dared to disturb his happy time. All he wanted to do was lie here on this bed and drink the sight of his man in.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Zack's strong heartbeat. It was like music to his ears. He smiled and kissed the spot directly over the beating organ.
"I know the faces of the men who killed you in front of me," he smiled and it was twisted with crooked insanity. "Do you remember? They were the same fun guys who we sing karaoke with at the Complex."
He giggled and it was full of bloodlust. He put his nose to Zack's throat and sniffed in his alluring scent. It made him hard all over again. It was so Zack.
"I will make them pay," he silently hissed like a serpent, nibbling Zack's lower lip. "I'll just do it a lot slower this time. I want to hear their screams of pain and anguish mirror my own."
He stopped and drank the sight of Zack's handsome, sleeping face in. This man was his world, his sun, his only star in all the darkness.
"I love you so much," he whispered in his ear.
Zack smiled in his sleep, wrapping his muscular arms around him. It caused Cloud to blush in pink joy. It was the sweet little things Zack did that made his pale cheeks mimic a rose in full bloom.
"Cloud?" Zack whispered. He was still half asleep.
"Hmm?" Cloud asked in response to his yummy, sleepy voice.
"Your cock is stabbing the hell out of me," he said.
"Oh," Cloud purred, grinning evilly as he twirled a strand of black hair around his index finger. "And just what do you plan on doing about it, Mr. Fair?"
Zack growled, rolling over with him. Cloud laughed in glee. He loved the feel of Zack's weight pressing down on him. It really made his blushing orchid weep with pearly nectar.
He gripped the sheets, arching his back when that wicked tongue did tricks that made his brain sizzle and spark. He was going to fucking kill anyone and everyone who fucking dared to take his Zack away from him.
His own wicked laughter echoed in his head as he took twin handfuls of Zack's hair, pulling as he cried out in muffled pleasure. That wicked tongue licked him into an all consuming madness.
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Cloud sat up when a sudden knock came at the door. He looked around, seeing that he morning sun was shining through the window with bright beaming splendor. Zack was no longer beside him, but there was a note in his god awful handwriting.
Gone to find yummy for our tummy. Be back in a jiffy.
"Cloud?"
He bared his teeth in a white snarl. It was the fucking general. What the fuck did he want? He quickly schooled his face to look vacant and clueless. The thought bubble above his head had a tumbleweed blowing in the wind.
"Come in," he said, noticing that he had pants on. Had Zack put them on him? Well, wasn't that sweet?
The door opened and Sephiroth quickly stepped in. He was all dressed in black leather and looked ready to kill everything in sight. Cloud's bandaged hands sizzled with lightning. Oh, it looked like Zack had bandaged his hands up, too. He was the perfect man.
The silver haired demon slammed the door, quickly putting his back up against it. He looked scared to death.
Cloud cocked a yellow brow. What the fuck was this? His magic slowly simmered and then vanished.
"Sephiroth!" A very loud feminine voice shrieked like a pissed off banshee. "Come back here with my muffin!"
Cloud blinked. Was that…Tifa?
Sephiroth gulped, looking around. He suddenly took off racing across the room and into the bathroom. He slammed the door just as the other banged open.
"Where are you?" Tifa roared and then blinked. "…Cloud?"
Cloud let out a shocked breath. It was Tifa.
His blue eyes suddenly widened. He really was back in the past. That beautiful man had sent him back. Zack was alive and this meant…this meant Aeris was alive, too!
"When did you get here?" She asked, hands on her hips.
"A few years from now," he answered, processing his epiphany, getting to his feet.
"Crazy as always…nice to see you," she said, walking in on booted feet. They were the sharpest and deadliest heels he had ever seen. "I'll pounce you later. I have a silver haired thief to find and I won't be sidetracked by your cute half naked ass. I have a muffin to save."
"He ran in there," he said, pointing to the bathroom door, smiling. "I think he might be taking a shit. He had this look like he really needed a bathroom on his face."
Tifa's nostrils flared. "And just what are you implying?"
"Not a goddamn thing," he said, hearing the silver haired whore curse.
"Sephiroth!" Tifa shouted, walking over, banging on the door with her fist. "Open this door with your pants up!"
She rattled the knob. Apparently he had locked the door. The poor, silly fool. Did he honestly think a locked door would stop this woman? She kicked it open as if it were made of cardboard.
"Oh, goddamn it!" She hissed, and Cloud looked over her shoulder. A window was standing wide open with a white curtain blowing in the warm morning breeze. "He shall pay!"
"What's going on?" A muffled voice asked and both turned around. It was Zack and he had a muffin in his mouth.
Tifa grabbed her hair, shrieked bloody murder, and leaped at him.
Cloud backed up.
"I paid my ten gil!" Zack whimpered, fighting not to drop his yummy goodness. "I paid woman!"
Cloud watched him wolf it down in one wicked gulp and Tifa put her hands around his neck, screaming for him to spit it out.
"Um," Cloud said, raising his hand in question. Lightning was sizzling from his middle finger that was poking through the scorched bandage. "What is on the agenda for today?"
Tifa let a whimpering Zack go and he gasped out. "We've been assigned to clean out the Shin-Ra mansions basement."
"Oh," Cloud said, nodding his head, walking over to put his shirt on. "How silly of me to forget…"
Two hours later, he was sitting in the local pub, downing a beer with a confused Vincent Valentine while the Shin-Ra mansion burned itself to the ground from the basement up.
TBC…
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Flora.