Sephiroth rocked slowly on the bed above Genesis. His long legs draped over Sephiroth's shoulders as they moved against each together in a way that they would never grow tired of.

And to add to that perfection, their blonde one was curled against Genesis' side with a soft mouth moving along his jaw. One of Cloud's hands pulled gently at Genesis' cock, stroking in a knowing, practiced way.

The three made love with a precision that only hundreds of years of intimacy could bring.

"You're doing it wrong!" An agonized Zack loudly disagreed from across the room, clanging the chains that bound him on the floor beside the wall. A pulley held his hands aloft, but he was able to sit down. At least they'd made an effort in keeping the demon comfortable.

Only Cloud spared him a look, and it was void of sympathy. It was a warning glare to be quiet. Zack emitted a staggered wail, his best attempt at actually crying, "Please! Let me help! Please!"

Genesis purred, "You should have thought twice before pulling my hair."

Zack's icy blue cat's eyes glowed sadly from his shadow across the room, "Genesisssss! I love you!"

Genesis didn't respond, his mouth was busy with Cloud's.

Zack whimpered as loudly as he could. "Sephiroooooth! Faster! Make him scream!"

"Thanks for the advice," Sephiroth answered calmly, and continued to gently make love to his favorite red head.

"Cloooooud!" Zack cooed, finally calling upon his little trump card. "Cloudy Cloud! I need you! Come here! It hurts!"

Genesis mumbled against Cloud's lips, "If you give in to that animal one more time, I'm going to throw you both out into the sunlight."

Cloud giggled, petting Genesis' hair, "I'm not. He's gotta learn sometime to listen."

It had been five years since Zack had been introduced to their existence, and the family had been forced to move no less than twelve times due to his insanity. He had no couth, no stealth, no discretion, and absolutely no common sense.

All three of the older vampires loved Zack to pieces, but were becoming more and more concerned about the safety of their unit. In the best of circumstances Zack was utterly unpredictable. Granted, there were plenty of precious moments when he was sweet, cuddly and almost sane...

But then he would do something like he did this particular evening – like get overly excited and yank Genesis' hair so hard that some actually ripped right out. Zack still had pieces of soft apple silk caught between his fingers as he slumped against the wall in "time out".

The demon realized that his lovers were not going to free him willingly. And so, he began to gnaw on the chains. He slobbered and nicked his sharp teeth against the metal, but it quickly proved to be pointless. He began rattling them noisily to get attention, but still could not distract his lovers on the bed.

And what a waste! Sephiroth should have been doing it so much harder – pow pow pow! Genesis would have been rosy faced, sweaty and hoarse if Zack were able to free himself. Then it would be Cloud's turn, Zack would make him cry and come and claw his back open… then he could climb on top of Sephiroth, sit right on his cock and ride him so fast he'd make his green eyes cross…

Zack's fantasizing had done nothing to remedy his situation, and his cock strained helplessly. He managed to rub it against one of the chains, but it was really nothing like the inside of Cloud or Genesis, or Sephiroth's soft mouth.

Genuinely put out, Zack pouted and watched as Sephiroth completed his lovemaking with Genesis with a few hard – but not hard enough! – thrusts of his strong, lean hips. Cloud brought himself to climax right along with them, and leaned down to suck Sephiroth's cock clean as he pulled away from Genesis.

Then, instead of fucking some more or giving attention to their fourth lover… they curled up together and began kissing and quietly whispering to each other.

Zack tried to stay on his best behavior, and called sweetly, "Genesissssss! My turn now!"

"Go to bed, Zack," Genesis yawned, and curled into the warm crook of Sephiroth's shoulder. The silver headed vampire hummed in agreement and closed his eyes. Cloud curled up on Genesis' other side, but his eyes didn't close.

Zack began to wiggle in excitement. Surely Cloud wouldn't leave him over in the cold corner all night long. All he had to do was widen his eyes, put out his lip, and the blonde was all over him.

…Except this time, he wasn't. Cloud closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Zack whimpered in self pity, and decided to get himself comfortable against the wall. Surely they'd wake up the next evening and feel bad for leaving him tied up all day long. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Zack was almost asleep when he felt a hand petting his dark, messy mane of hair. He sprang awake immediately and rolled over, eagerly rattled his chains.

Cloud hushed him, but continued to comb Zack's hair with his fingers, "Be quiet."

"I can come to bed now?" Zack whispered back, and it managed to echo off the walls.

"No," Cloud shook his head. "They're actually leaving you tied up this time."

Zack's eyes widened in horror, "Oh, no!"

Cloud sighed and continued petting his hair. "I'll stay with you."

"Yay!" Zack cried immediately, and grabbed Cloud with his legs to pull him closer. Then he paused a little, "Can't you be in bed?"

Cloud smirked, "I could be. But I can't sleep if you're over here. So I'm stuck on the floor, too."

Zack's large eyes moved around the room, concern written on his face. "…I'm glad," He finally said uncertainly.

"In case you can't figure it out, I'm being punished because you're being punished. So maybe if you'll be good next time I won't have to sleep on the floor, either," With that, Cloud grumpily curled up beside Zack.

He didn't have the use of his hands, but immediately Zack began kissing the parts of Cloud that were within reach of his lips. Although he was exhausted and a little angry, Cloud couldn't help but giggle a little at the feeling of Zack's sugar sweet kisses ghosting across his shoulders.

Cloud turned over to face him, and took Zack's chin roughly between his fingers. "When are you planning on normaling out?"

"Normaling out!" Zack nodded, wanting to agree and give Cloud everything he wanted.

Cloud released his chin and cupped his cheek fondly, "…I love you, Zack."

"I love you, too!"

Cloud smiled. The demon smiled back, and nuzzled closer. He loved Zack as much in this form as he did when he was a terminally ill deacon, but wished they could have the conversations they used to. The subtle flirtations, the gentle sexuality. Sharing feelings, romance, bonding. Who would have thought the sickly brunette would have had a demon living inside him? It wouldn't have changed Cloud's mind, though. Zack was right there, and free of his old mortal constraints. It was exactly what Cloud had wanted for him, and he couldn't love him more.

Cloud leaned closer, pressing his lips to Zack's. As much as he'd changed upon his siring, Zack's lips and tongue still felt the same, and still made Cloud's world plummet around them.

He kissed Zack again before he rolled on top of him, feeling his hips buck up eagerly. Zack's fingers stretched out to touch, but they were firmly encased in iron. Cloud wished he could have wrestled the key from Genesis to feel Zack's hands on him, but it was enough that they'd permitted him to sleep with him on the floor.

He decided to enjoy the level of control it gave him, and spent his time kissing his way down Zack's toned, dark body. He smiled as Zack squirmed beneath him, but felt fully entitled to subject his naughty boyfriend to a little bit of teasing.

But to be honest, Cloud thought that Genesis' shocked anger looked a little bit sexy when Zack had pulled his hair out. Cloud cringed a little and looked at his relaxed lover on the bed beside Sephiroth. Genesis probably heard that thought…

Cloud was grinning when he finally made it down to the source of Zack's frustrations. He drooled, letting hot saliva pool on the sensitive head before he slurped it into his mouth. Zack always tasted so good, and the tiny, impatient whimpering noises he made pleased Cloud to no end.

He slurped again, almost forgetting to remain quiet as he sucked up on the firm flesh and felt Zack's thighs shiver beneath him. His hips popped up with as much leverage as Zack could manage, and he slid farther into Cloud's wet, hot mouth.

Cloud gagged slightly, coming up with a hiss before he spat on Zack's cock again. "You want me?"

"Let me let me!" Zack nodded, his sharp teeth nicking his bottom lip as he babbled. "Now now, please!"

"Don't just say 'now now please'," Cloud warned, pulling Zack's hair again. "Tell me you want me."

"Want you!" Zack declared breathlessly.

"Tell me, in a complete sentence, that you wanna fuck me," Cloud growled

"I wanna fuck you, Cloud!" Zack moaned earnestly.

A small victory. Cloud got up on his knees and held Zack's face close. It was something he never wanted to miss, the look of pure, pleasured shock was something only a virgin might wear, but it graced Zack's handsome face every single time they made love.

When confronted with his favorite brand of hot tightness, Zack leaned his head against the wall and groaned. He shifted up impatiently, wanting it all to be inside immediately. Cloud's pretty ass kissed the tops of Zack's thighs before moving back up, pulling his cock into a tight vice of pleasure.

He whimpered, wanting to put his hands on Cloud and control it, but Zack had to settle for jerking up hips up off the floor and bouncing him slightly. The tiny bounces were causing Cloud's breath to catch, and soon he was riding Zack perfectly. It was just fast enough to cause sweat to dew on their skin, hard enough to cause brows to furrow, and good enough to cause them both to openly cry out.

Genesis and Sephiroth were clearly awake on the bed. Genesis was smiling with his eyes closed, and Sephiroth watched the two younger men with his head turned on the pillow. He felt Genesis' hands become heavy on his body and linger on his lower stomach before brushing through his light pubic hair to grasp his arousal.

"Not bad for an old man," Genesis whispered to him, coaxing his lover's cock to strain harder.

"Should we let them back into bed?" Sephiroth smiled, arched up into the touch.

"When they're done, let's have a go with Zack on the floor," Genesis plotted, kissing Sephiroth's collarbone.

"He pulled your hair," Sephiroth reminded him.

"And he'll never do it again after tonight," Genesis predicted, watching while Cloud dug his knees into the floor and rode the demon for all he was worth.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Stop wiggling," Cloud chided, pulling on Zack so he could help him dress.

All four had woken up on the floor, and had given Zack many kisses for making him sleep tied up. They massaged his sore arms and hugged him from all directions. Zack made sure to apologize sweetly to Genesis for pulling his pretty hair, and he was forgiven.

That evening, Sephiroth and Genesis had made plans to attend the theatre and then enjoy a leisurely, romantic dinner on a rooftop overlooking the city. Genesis already had their victims gagged and bound, and had planned everything to the smallest detail.

Cloud and Zack had the night to themselves to terrorize the city. Although Cloud had a good head on his shoulders, he was easily persuaded by Zack to get into trouble, but Genesis and Sephiroth needed "adult" time once in a while.

"Zack, stand still!" Cloud finally snapped, tugging on his lover's dark hair.

"No!" Zack fought with a smile, enjoying making Cloud work hard to dress him. It was his habit to make this as difficult as possible, something about those small hands pulling and trying unsuccessfully to control him turned him on immensely.

Cloud finally noticed as it brushed against his thigh, and he sighed. "Zack. Now isn't the time..."

"Now…" Zack murmured, dipping his hips to hook his erection between Cloud's thighs.

"No," Cloud tried to say firmly.

"Yes," Zack countered, leaning in to suck on Cloud's lower lip.

Cloud closed his eyes and allowed himself to be kissed, and discreetly tucked Zack's right arm into his leather suit, then his left. Zack then wrapped his arms around Cloud, but allowed him just enough room to zip him up.

He took a hold of Zack's erection, and the demon purred heavily into the kiss. But Cloud only pressed it to Zack's stomach as he zipped his catsuit up to his throat. It was a one piece leather garment with a tiny lock at the throat, and the only item of clothing Zack couldn't strip free of in two seconds. One of the times they'd been forced to move it was due to Zack's public indecency.

Zack's lips popped free of Cloud's when he realized he'd been tricked into his clothes – again. Cloud smiled and whispered into Zack's ear, "Let's get home early… it'll be just the two of us here. We'll be as loud as we want..."

Zack's eyes lit up at this promise, but before he could say anything, Cloud was pulling his hand to the bathroom. There, Genesis and Sephiroth were preparing for their date.

"You look sexy," Cloud chirped, bending over to give Genesis a kiss on the cheek. He had on a crisp, light gray suit that made his ivory skin and red hair contrast beautifully.

"Thank you love," He hummed, turning his face to kiss Cloud in return. "You two look pretty tasty yourselves."

And they did. Zack was in his tight leather catsuit, and Cloud had donned a similar outfit, but a more easily removable two piece version. The little leather jacket almost didn't touch the pants, which Zack demonstrated by wiggling his fingers under to gently tickle him.

Genesis pointed his hairbrush at Zack. "You're going on the floor again tonight if you make too much trouble for Cloud. Do you understand?"

"Again!" Zack smiled, remembering how both Genesis and Sephiroth had pushed up inside of him simultaneously.

Genesis clonked him on the head with his brush, "On the floor alone."

"Alone!" Zack then balked.

"All alone," Genesis promised darkly, and then pointed at Cloud. "You listen to him, and I'm sure he'll reward you. You don't listen, and you go on the floor."

Zack frowned as he soaked in this information. Sephiroth took the opportunity to chime in from the bathtub, "You should probably stick to the downtown end of the city. That's where we'll be. If he gets to be too much of a handful, I'll help out."

Cloud sat on the tub's edge and created ripples in the warm water with his fingers, "No, he won't be too much. You guys deserve a night out."

Sephiroth's eyes burned into Cloud's. "Really. If you need any help… I'll be more than willing to leave the show and help you."

Genesis reared his head to glare at Sephiroth. "You never take me to the theatre, yet you haven't stopped complaining since we bought the Loveless tickets!"

Sephiroth calmly continued washing in the tub. "And yet I haven't actually spoken any of these so called complaints out loud, have I?"

"I can still hear them!" Genesis frowned.

Cloud smiled at this display. He stood up and leaned against Zack, enjoying a hug from behind, "I'm sure Sephiroth will sit through the entire play with you, Gen. Zack and I will be fine."

"Are you sure about that?" Sephiroth smiled, looking past Cloud and at Zack.

"Absolutely. He's really starting to listen to me lately…" Cloud trailed off when he realized Zack wasn't hugging him from behind. He was humping him through their clothes. He laughed shrilly, "Zack, save it for later!"

"More later," Zack agreed, then stuck his tongue out as he began to rub against Cloud's ass in earnest. Cloud tried to bat the demon off of him, but as usual, the more he struggled the more determined Zack became.

Cloud sighed loudly. He'd have to change Zack's clothes again.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cloud was relieved when Zack seemed to be easily following his lead. Every so often he couldn't resist following his nose to interesting places or getting excited when someone on the street either argued or laughed, or showed any sort of high intensity emotion.

Zack fed off of the energy surrounding him, sometimes sapping it completely dry. Cloud had begun to take serious note of this with a certain amount of jealousy.

He'd witnessed Zack end countless drunken brawls just by getting excited by them. He'd holler and cheer the men on, and suddenly they'd feel themselves lethargic, and fall to the ground in exhaustion.

Zack was developing a power already, after only five years. Meanwhile, Cloud had been working hard to master the abilities that Sephiroth and Genesis had given him, and yet he had no spark of magic in him. Cloud almost resented how powerful Zack had become right off the bat, until Cloud realized that he had created Zack.

It was enough to shift his jealousy to pride. Besides, when those chaotic, icy cat eyes rested and focused on him longer than they could anything else, it made Cloud swell with love for his pet demon.

And currently, his pet was sniffing out interesting individuals who decorated the streets. Cloud noticed that the night soaked city seemed much more crowded than usual, and wracked his brain for any memory of a holiday falling on this day.

There was none that he knew of, so he murmured in Zack's ear, "Any idea what's going on?"

Zack grinned as a merchant with a cart full of sweets rolled by, "Candy!"

Cloud grinned and bought him some chocolate covered fruit. Zack happily chewed each piece for the flavor and spat it out. He accidentally swallowed a piece or two, but figured a little upset tummy later on was worth immediate pleasure.

Suddenly, a procession of carriages moved through the street, causing everyone to move against the buildings. Cloud held Zack's hand, and stood in the crowd. The carriages seemed to be carrying members of the royal court, and they waved happily from inside.

Cloud detested royals. He wrinkled his nose as the court members laughed and made merry in their plush, safe carriages while starving children watched them roll by with wide, wishful eyes. He was once one of those children. Zack was once one of those children. Those royals were celebrated for making decisions that offered no hope and no help for anyone but themselves.

Zack began to whine, wanting to take his hand out of Cloud's to continue munching on his treats. It was then that Cloud realized he was squeezing his hand, and let it slip free.

He crossed his arms angrily as the reason for this large celebration was made apparent. A golden carriage with a pristine white steed pulled it made its' way through the grimy streets. The young czar had taken a wife, and while their union was nothing but politics, they appeared happy together. Hideous, but happy.

Cloud seethed. He then declared to himself right then and there that if he was ever presented the opportunity, he would swiftly consume any member of any royal family that was unfortunate enough to darken his path.

Content with this decision, Cloud relaxed and watched the rest of the royal entourage roll through town. When the royals had waned, they left street performers marching in their wake. Gypsies mostly, and they were incredibly talented at what they did.

Cloud smiled and turned his head to see Zack's reaction, and paused.

Zack was no longer beside him.

Cloud's entire body froze despite the summer night, and he closed his eyes. He had the childish hope that when he opened them, Zack would be standing there. He slowly opened them back up, and reaffirmed that he was standing alone.

He turned in a full circle, his eyes darting and scanning every face for Zack's. He began to pant with worry, and immediately tried to build a mental wall. He didn't want to ruin Gen and Seph's night, he wanted to be responsible! He wanted to be trusted with Zack's care.

I can fix this, Cloud thought to himself, trying desperately not to project that thought too loudly. He knew it was probably useless, Genesis was an old, ancient bastard who could listen through any mental defenses he could muster, but it didn't stop him from trying.

He ran to where he thought Zack might have gone. Across the street, or perhaps up on the rooftops to get a better view? Back to the sweets wagon to trade his chewed up candy for new pieces? At the castle gates to try and get inside to play with the sparkly royals? To the stables to pet the horses?

Cloud tried his best to think like Zack, but every idea he had brought up nothing. He'd been searching for hours, had hadn't a clue as to where his lover had gone.

Zack was officially missing.

Cloud sat on the road and held his head in his hands, letting tears roll down his cheeks. He finally felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He knew exactly who it was, and slowly looked up in shame.

Sephiroth stood above him with a blank, yet disapproving face. Genesis was beside him.

"You're lucky we'd already finished eating," Genesis growled, and pulled Cloud up by his arm. "And yes, you're in trouble."

Cloud sobbed for his lost pet. "Is he okay?"

Genesis cool mask of poisonous anger cracked a bit. "…Oh, yeah."

"Where is he?" Cloud hiccupped.

"I'm not sure yet. But trust me when I say that he's fine. Sephiroth's going to take you back home for the evening. I'm going to track Zack the best I can."

Cloud nodded somberly and accepted Sephiroth's arm. He looked down at his feet as they turned to walk away.

Genesis sat where Cloud had been and smirked. Zack was more than alright.

When he read Zack's thoughts, he only saw what Zack saw. And what Zack was seeing… was very nice. Genesis rested his hand in his chin, watching and waiting for any tangible clue to Zack's whereabouts… besides on his knees in front of a well-hung man.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

While Cloud brooded stormily beside him, Zack became bored. He didn't feel like eating anymore of his candy, and was already feeling sick to his stomach.

He slipped through the crowd and found the cutest child he could. It was a rosy cheeked little tot with big blue eyes and curly blonde hair that reminded him of Cloud. "Hi, Baby Cloud!"

The little boy cocked his head at him curiously, but said nothing.

"Want my candy! I can't give you the kind that Big Cloud likes, but you can have this kind!" Zack babbled to him, pouring the remainder of his chocolate fruit into the child's palm. He began to eat his unexpected treat quickly, as if he were afraid Zack might change his mind. "Bye bye , Baby Cloud!"

Zack threw the small parchment that was holding his candy down and looked around. The constellation of faces surrounding him made him feel even sicker to his stomach. He went searching for a place to relieve himself of the offensive candy.

An alley served as the perfect storage for his waste, and frowned as he vomited up more blood than anything. It left him feeling hungry, so he ate his fill of partygoers. He drank their blood and absorbed their happiness, and was left feeling perfectly jolly.

After he was satisfied, he wanted to go home. Cloud had filled his brain with promises of loud sex upon their return. He scratched his cheek, wondering where home had gone. They moved so much that he didn't even know the name of the city they were currently residing in. Or the one prior, for that matter.

And so Zack wandered around for a bit, asking several people to take him home. Most looked him over thoughtfully before shaking their heads, deciding that the price such a handsome rent boy would ask would be too much for them to pay.

"Will you take me home?" Zack asked again, hoping an elderly grandmother would take pity on him and tell him where home was.

"Twenty years prior, you can bet your pretty bits I would've," The old woman crowed, and didn't spare him another look as she went about her way.

Zack began to get a little worried. How was he going to go home if nobody would tell him where home was? Then he felt a soft hand land on his shoulder.

Zack turned to regard the owner, and his eyes widened. He was looking up at the most handsome face he'd ever seen. Not pretty like Seph or Gen or Cloud, but handsome. Rugged. Chiseled. His blue eyes were deep set and gentle. His dark hair fell on his bare shoulders, his shirt cast aside on such a warm night. Zack's eyes floating across this man's defined chest and hard, rippling stomach in blatant desire.

The stranger looked at Zack's teenage, leather clad body with just as much wonder. "…How much?"

"Will you take me home…?" Zack whispered hoarsely, ignoring the man's question.

"Depends," He smiled shyly, sending Zack's desire downwards. He liked to see a smile on this man's face. "Can I afford you?"

"Afford me," Zack nodded, wanting to agree with whatever the man said.

"Well then," He chuckled softly. "How much?"

How much? How much? What an odd question. Zack's eyes searched the street for an answer, and found one on a bar's sign. Cold mug of ale, 2 gil.

"2 gil," Zack answered confidently.

The man's jaw dropped to his chest in shock, "2 gil?"

Zack nodded happily and bounced a little, feeding off the stranger's sudden eagerness. "Yes!"

"Wait," the man held up a finger, suddenly suspicious. "What exactly do you do for 2 gil?"

Zack didn't understand, and didn't feel like trying. He was horny and tired of standing around and talking. So he approached the man, and his greedy hands came into contact with the man's moist skin and glided over hard muscle. "…I'm Zack..!"

A name? Slowly, and uncertainly, the man responded. "…I'm Angeal."

"I wanna go home with you!"

Angeal weighed this in his mind, and decided that paying extra for the frills was well worth it if he had to. Zack was the hottest and cheapest whore he'd ever heard of. Of course, he'd never actually bought one before, but figured he'd have to pay at least twenty times as much for someone of any sort of quality.

Then a pang of fear shot through Angeal, making him rethink if he even wanted to go through with this at all. He'd been lonely… but this lonely?

Zack smiled at him as he made his decision, and hardened his resolve. He quickly curled an arm around Zack's shoulders and guided him towards his nearby residence.

"It's not much," Angeal babbled, suddenly nervous. He was a carpenter, and his home was behind his small woodworking shop. It suddenly seemed filthy and common with this gorgeous young thing by his side.

"This isn't home," Zack accused.

"Um, this is my shop. I'm just a carpenter," He felt silly for making up excuses for his living to a prostitute, but he was terribly nervous. And frankly, the boy carried himself like an ignorant prince rather than a rent boy.

"…Where's Cloud?" He asked, pulling away from Angeal to inspect the place as if he owned it.

Angeal frowned, and looked around. "Well… in the sky, I'd imagine?"

Zack quickly forgot what he was upset about as he turned back to Angeal. He slowly approached him, figuring that even if they weren't home home, they were indoors at least! Indoors was where fucking happened, he learned that lesson a long time ago.

Zack smiled and pressed himself to Angeal's side, greedily feeling the toned lines of his body. "I like you!"

Angeal chuckled self consciously. "I… appreciate that."

Zack bounced in excitement and leaned up to kiss Angeal, who was severely taken aback, although pleasantly surprised. He never expected to receive willing kisses from a prostitute, and was slow to warm against the teen's lips.

Zack's sweetness and eagerness made Angeal's stomach drop in guilt. He gently tried to push him away, but the more he resisted the tighter the younger man's arms locked around his neck.

Zack whined into the kiss, "Be naked now?…"

Angeal began to obediently unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper, letting the swell of his erection free. Zack took one look at it and was rendered speechless for the first time in his vampiric existence. He dropped to his knees in awe, and moved closer to taste the engorged length that peeked out from Angeal's pants. .

Angeal planted his feet to not sway against the sudden assault, and buried his fingers in Zack's bouncy, dark hair. His mouth was terribly skillful, and he eagerly engulfed Angeal's entire cock. He wagged his head a bit, trying to work down every inch he could, and moaned around the hard length.

Zack pressed his tongue against the underside of the tasty flesh and sucked, pulling away to pleasure the handsome stranger who was kind enough to try and take him home. Zack gasped before plunging down again, working the muscles and functions of his mouth just the way his lovers had taught him.

Suddenly, Angeal was gripping his hair hard. Zack dug his fingers into the man's strong, hair dusted thighs and held him there, letting the hot, shooting fluid from his cock run down his throat effortlessly. He guessed when Angeal was finished and pulled back, sucking down the remaining drops drizzling from the slit.

Zack was out of breath as he let Angeal's spent erection slip from his lips and used Angeal's forearms to pull himself up to his feet. He tried to put his arms around Angeal's neck, but instead of more of his scratchy, tasty kisses, he was pushed away.

"Thank you," Angeal handed him a roll of money without looking at it. "You were great."

"Wow, thanks!" Zack quickly took the money, but opened his arms again to embrace the amazing man he'd found.

"Keep the change," Angeal briskly curled an arm around Zack's shoulders and lead him to the door. He opened it and gently ushered Zack outside.

Zack again, was truly speechless. After taking the sudden shot down the throat, he was so horny he could barely see straight. He had barely been kissed, not touched at all, and was now being kicked out of the house!

"What?" Zack squawked as the door was closed in his face. He knocked intently, and in response the lamp in the window was blown out, the curtain closed, and he was left alone on the dark street.

Zack wanted to cry. He wanted to, but he couldn't quite make it happen.

"Finally!" Genesis' voice sounded. "I've been looking for you!"

"Genesis!" Zack opened his arms and went to him.

Genesis held him tightly, surprised that the usually horny demon wasn't humping at him. "…Are you alright, Zack?"

Zack grinned at him and nodded. "Yeah! I went down on my new friend Angeal, and look what he gave me!"

He immediately handed over the cash to Genesis, as he wasn't allowed to carry money. Genesis regarded it wearily, but pocketed it as he turned to walk away. "Well, now I feel like a pimp. Zack sweetheart, you can't suck dick for money. You can do it for free if you like someone, but don't take any money next time, okay?"

Zack nodded, but said nothing. He looked sadly at the darkened house for a moment before he followed Genesis.

"…You're being quiet," the redhead remarked. "Pissed off because the stud left you hanging?"

Zack just grinned stupidly, but had uncharacteristic thoughts storming through his head. They weren't focused on mindless rutting for a change, they were centered on the kind blue eyes of the hunky, mysterious man that he'd blown.

Genesis took Zack's hand, "Let's get home, Cloud and Seph are worried about you… and I'm sure they wouldn't mind helping you with your little problem."

Zack followed Genesis' lead, staying quiet and wading through his own oddly sentimental thoughts. Once they arrived home, Zack's head seemed to be in order again : empty. He went running up to the door, scratching happily at it while Genesis unlocked it from the outside.

Once it was open he dashed inside, calling Cloud's name. He ran to the bed where his blonde was tucked beside Sephiroth.

Cloud sat up and threw the blanket off of him to rise to his feet in paternal relief and anger, "Where did you go! I looked everywhere for you!"

Zack filled him in on all the important details. "I found a baby you! I gave him my candy and threw up everywhere, so I ate some more and then met Angeal – …" Zack swallowed before he went on. " He was huge! So I sucked his cock and he even gave me money for it!"

"Zack!" Cloud gasped.

"Perfect," Sephiroth responded calmly. Nothing surprised him at this point, "Just what we need to get thrown out of the city in record time."

"Oh, come you two. He didn't mean anything by it," Genesis tsked, helping Zack undress for bed. "The guy was smoking hot, wasn't he Zack?"

"Yeah!" Zack agreed, turning and twisting to help Genesis rid him of the cat suit. He was always more cooperative to get out of his clothes than getting into them. "He was hairy! I liked it."

"Gross," Cloud commented, sliding back into bed.

"Not gross!" Zack cried, his pretty face then lit up with admiration as his eyes became far away. "He's hot!..."

Genesis settled the matter, "He was hot, Cloud."

Cloud looked between the two of them carefully, wondering why he felt like he was left out on an interesting secret. "Well... so what?"

Genesis met his eyes mischievously. "So what, indeed?"

"Why are you encouraging this?" Cloud pouted.

"Why are you jealous?" Genesis retorted.

"Why are you an asshole?" Cloud roared, suddenly furious.

Sephiroth put an arm around him, "Calm down, baby. There's no reason to be jealous."

"I'm not!" Cloud snarled, jerking away from Sephiroth. "I just don't see what the big deal is about some random hairy guy."

Genesis smiled knowingly while ridding Zack of the rest of his binding clothes. "Your pet needs some attention… the hot, hairy guy left him hanging."

Genesis slid into bed beside Sephiroth, and closed his eyes. Sephiroth just shrugged at Cloud and curled up beside his redhead. Zack stood there, eyes downcast. After a few moments of silence he looked up. "...Mad at me."

Cloud shook his head, all anger gone. He reached out to tug on Zack's hand. "No I'm not."

"Good!" Zack cried, kissing Cloud before throwing him onto the mattress. He quickly vanquished any jealousy Cloud might have had with his body, and Cloud went to sleep with a satisfied smile.

But Zack went to sleep with the stranger on his mind.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Zack shot awake with a thought, which had never happened before.

"Genesis!" He shouted suddenly, causing the redhead's eyes to shoot open.

"What?" He snorted, and looked at the grandfather clock in the corner. It was barely five in the evening.

"Angeal gave me money!" Zack stated loudly.

Genesis frowned, while Sephiroth and Cloud shifted and snored louder against the noise. "Yes, he did."

"I should give it back!"

"...Why?"

"Angeal isn't like us! He eats food! Like we used to! If he gave me all his money, he won't have any to buy food with!" Zack said, earnestly staring in the dark.

Genesis had to take several long, silent moments to process this. "...Right..."

"I should give him his money back, or else he'll be hungry!" Zack declared, his blue eyes moving softly in his sockets to process the rare physical act of thinking.

"...You wanna give the money back?" Genesis groaned. "Are you serious?"

"Please!" Zack implored, his pretty face completely serious.

Genesis had very lofty plans for the hefty chunk of cash that Zack had unintentionally earned, but decided that golden theatre binoculars could wait for another time. "Okay, you can visit him tonight and return it."

Zack's legs began to kick their way out of the blanket, until he kicked Sephiroth in the leg. The silver haired angel shot awake with a growl, "Zack, be still."

Zack hesitated at the impatient tone, but whimpered, "Angeal's hungry!"

It had been only a few short years since Zack had been introduced to a godlike existence, but it had been centuries since Sephiroth had worried about being hungry of all things. "Who cares?"

Zack frowned. "...Me?"

Cloud removed his sleeping mask with a sharp grunt. "Shut up! Everyone just shut up!"

Genesis gave him a rough shove that would have sent him rolling onto the floor if Sephiroth hadn't grabbed him at the last moment. Genesis pointed a finger at him, "Stop being a bitch."

Cloud scowled. "Why are we awake right now?"

Zack squeezed Cloud's face with his fingers. "Angeal is hungry!"

Cloud's puffed out fish lips spoke between Zack's fingers. "Tho what?"

Zack's lower lip trembled. "I don't want him to be hungry!..."

"What's he talking about?" Cloud asked, turning his eyes to his older lovers.

"He wants to return the money Angeal gave him for sucking his dick," Genesis told him. "I think he should."

Zack nodded swiftly in agreement, and Sephiroth shrugged his shoulders, "If he really wants to."

"If the service was rendered, why should he return anything? It's out of the question. I don't want him going back there," Cloud pulled his mask back over his eyes and curled up moodily,

Genesis grabbed Cloud's sleeping mask and snapped it against his forehead. "I'm tired of your attitude, young man. Have a heart, for fuck's sake."

"It's hard to have a heart at five o'clock!" Cloud defended, rubbing his abused hairline. "...If he wants to take it back, he can."

"It's decided, then," Genesis nodded, and rubbed Zack's neck. "So get a little more sleep sweetie, and then you can take it back to him. Alright?"

Zack stayed wide awake while the rest of them shifted to seek the remaining hours of sleep. He could only think of Angeal, and his deep, kind blue eyes.

When deep night arrived, the three woke. Cloud sat up, tossing his sleeping mask on the floor, and inadvertently hitting Zack with it. He was sitting cross legged on the floor, staring up at him.

"Open the door!" Zack smiled.

"You're... already dressed," Cloud blinked. "How in the hell did you dress yourself!"

Zack was still smiling. "Gotta go! Door?"

Cloud was still in shock. "Why the fuck did you never dress yourself before?"

"Gotta go!" Zack repeated, his fair face becoming impatient. "Door?"

Genesis grinned sleepily over Cloud's shoulder. "But Zack, you don't have the money to return to Angeal, yet."

Zack didn't seem to mind, and continued to pout up at them. "He's hungry!"

"Just open the damn door," Sephiroth made his way to the bathroom, but not without briefly weaving his fingers into Zack's dark hair to scratch his head. He stopped to lean down, and brushed his lips across Zack's before disappearing into the bathroom.

"You'll need this," Genesis told him, taking the roll of cash from the tin on the nightstand, and tucking it into Zack's collar. "Don't go anywhere else. Go straight to Angeal's place, return the money, fuck him if you want to, then come home. Are you listening to me, Zack?"

If he was listening, Zack didn't show it. He simply looked at the barred door until Genesis made his way over with the key and unlocked it.

Cloud rushed to the door. "Do you remember where you found him last night, Gen? Shouldn't you draw him a map or something?"

"Do you think it would do any good?" Genesis pondered, looking into Zack's vacant eyes.

"...No." Cloud decided, and yanked Zack into a long hug before he was unleashed into the night on his own. "Zack, will you be careful for me?"

Zack nipped Cloud's cheek, almost seeming to forget about his mission as he continued kissing across his face to his lips. Cloud didn't want to let his precious pet out by himself, but prayed to whoever was listening that he would be successful and find his way home again. He'd never intentionally let Zack out alone, and the thought suddenly seemed unbearable as Genesis unlocked the door.

"Someone should go with him!" Cloud cried, squeezing Zack's neck into another desperate hug.

It fell on deaf ears as Genesis opened the door. Zack pushed away from Cloud and sprinted outside.

"I love you, Genesis! I love you, Cloud! I love Sephiroth, too!" He shouted merrily, waved at them and then disappeared into the night.

Cloud was nearly in tears as Genesis closed and locked the door. "What if something happens?"

"I won't let anything happen," Genesis assured him. But it was a lie.

Satan had been watching Zack very closely, and had spoken to Genesis about the matter of a weak link in his clan. Zack needed to prove himself, and Genesis saw this as the perfect opportunity. During his sleep he'd proposed the task to Satan, who agreed that it would be a fitting test of Zack's mental dexterity.

If Zack could actually pull this off, Satan would accept him as a functional member of their clan. But if he couldn't do something as simple as return money to a human and get laid in the process… Zack simply wasn't fit to be one of them.

Genesis loved Zack, and didn't realize just how much he loved him until he was faced with the idea of not having him. But the amount of moving, running, and danger that Zack had brought his family was unacceptable. He would not risk Cloud, Sephiroth or himself for the dark haired demon anymore.

If it had to be the three of them or Zack… it would be the three of them.

If Zack saw the sun, he'd suffer a terrible demise and then he sent to Hell where he would assume eternal duties in the Demon Army. In time, all three of them could visit him, but it would never be the same. Zack would be living a different life without them. A new home, a new career, new friends, new lovers… he wouldn't be their pet, anymore.

Satan also promised that Cloud would be gifted a second chance to reproduce, but it would be a tragic waste since he did it so artfully the first time.

In only five short years, Zack had shown an incredible amount of potential; Cloud had created an extraordinarily powerful energy vampire. If the brainless, batty demon could just prove that he could make it home in one piece, things would begin to look up.

Genesis certainly hoped he did.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

After Zack dashed out onto the street and into the reality of the warm summer night, he stopped to ponder where he was, and where he was going next. He tried to think back to the previous night, and where he had found the wonderful Angeal.

He tried to remember where he began. The parade site! It was the main street in the town they currently lived, it was where they usually went every night to stalk their latest victims.

Zack found that street easily enough, and sniffed around until he found his own bloody vomit staining the side of a building. He remembered being sick, and remembered wandering around for some time afterwards. There was no way to retrace his exact steps, and everything in the new city looked so familiar and alien at the same time.

He just couldn't remember.

Feeling slightly defeated, Zack decided to let his intuition guide him. He walked around the city, hoping to see something that sparked some sort of recognition.

Satan himself decided to give him a hint.

"How much?"

Zack's neck jerked to take in a stranger that crept out of an alleyway. Angeal had asked him the same puzzling question the night before. This person definitely wasn't Angeal, and seemed to be suffering from some terrible flesh eating disease.

The stranger didn't have a nose, but rather a hole in the center of his face. In a slightly nasal, gooey timbre, the leper asked again, "How much?"

Words from another lifetime bubbled up the back of Zack's throat, and without really understanding what they meant anymore, he heard himself murmur earnestly, "May God bless you."

The leper seemed to be repelled by that statement, and left Zack alone on the sidewalk. He shrugged it off and returned to his mission, feeling a step closer in finding Angeal.

He walked on until things began to look familiar, maddeningly familiar. Zack decided to wait for a sign.

It fell on top of his head.

Zack was knocked out for several moments, and came to when a gentle hand lightly smacked the side of his face. "Are you alright?"

Zack slowly sat up. His thoughts felt slow in his brain, and he blinked until the spots had cleared from his vision. He then found what had so rudely knocked him unconscious – a bar's hanging sign that merrily declared – Mug of cold ale 2 gil.

"Yeah!" Zack agreed with it.

The kind stranger who'd stopped to help him seemed puzzled. "Do you need help getting home?"

Zack closed his eyes. "Where is..." and he reached deep within his memories, searching for something that was resting on the tip of his tongue. His eyes shot open, "The carpenter! Where is the carpenter?"

"Mr. Hewley?" The man scratched his head. "You're right, I should probably get that sign fixed."

Zack was still woozy but managed to get up onto his feet. "Where's Angeal?"

"Well, his shop's about two streets thataway," the man pointed, and Zack was off. "I don't think it's open at this time of night, though!"

After knocking on two unsuccessful doors, Zack was positive he'd found the correct place. He made a fist and banged the red wooden door until he saw the lamp in the window lit and heard the locks turn from inside.

Angeal himself answered, "Yes?"

"I found you! It's me, Zack!" With a broad smile, Zack began to dig around in his collar for the roll of money. He held it out to Angeal. "You need this!"

The man stared for a moment, then shook his head. "You... don't have a reason to be here. I don't have anything left to give you."

Zack's hands and fingers waved around, trying to do the talking for him. His brain finally caught up, "You gave me this, but I don't need it! You need it!"

Angeal shook his head. "I don't understand what you're trying to pull, but we had an... arrangement. You performed, and I paid you. I don't want you coming around here again."

And with that, Angeal closed the door on Zack. Who began to bawl loudly. He couldn't produce actual tears, but after two moments of the anguished noise, the door flew back open. "What do you want?"

"You! Now!" Zack begged. "Please?"

"I already told you, I don't have any money left!" Angeal sighed, leaning his head against the door in fatigue.

"Have this!" Zack argued, and forced the wad of money into Angeal's hand. "Now you have money! Will you fuck me, please? I need you!"

"…Are you paying me?" Angeal asked incredulously.

"Yeah!" Zack hoped being agreeable would breed more positivity, and hopefully lead to an invitation inside.

"I'm sorry," Angeal declared sternly and thrust the wad of cash against Zack's chest. "I'm not sure what sort of backwards scam you've got going, but I don't fuck for money."

"But you need money for food!" Zack told him earnestly. "I don't need any money! I don't eat! And Genesis buys my clothes!"

Angeal had been hanging on every word, trying to figure out what the young man was getting at, and cocked his head in confusion. "You don't eat?"

Zack shook his head enthusiastically. "Nope! Can I come inside?"

Without waiting for an answer, Zack launched himself at Angeal. The man was taken aback when the leather clad hooker wrapped his arms around his neck and hung like a child. He felt warm kisses against his cheek and neck, and leaned into the unexpected affection for a moment, before his reasoning got the better of him.

This young man was a brilliant hustler, great at giving head, and seemed as though he had a dynamite ass. But he was just that – a hustler.

"Listen…" Angeal began, until he caught the sight of one of his neighbors. She was watching from her window with a perplexed expression. The last thing Angeal needed after his wife died was to be seen with a male prostitute hanging on him. It wasn't even so much for his own reputation… nobody needed to know why they'd never produced children.

Angeal squashed that thought and quickly pulled Zack inside. He shut the door and peeled the young man off of him, "Listen. You can't come around here like this. Zack, was it?"

Zack nodded, not even remotely close to letting go of his thick, precious man.

Angeal looked at the ceiling in exasperation. "Do you want some tea or something?"

"YES!" Zack cried. He loved the feeling of balls against his face.

But instead of unzipping his pants to let his impressive, delicious cock free, Angeal then turned towards the small kitchen. Zack hung on his back like an oversize monkey, waiting for any sign of the larger man to remove his clothes. Instead, he began a fire under his stove to heat a small kettle of water.

There was something familiar in this. Zack slowly lowered himself to the floor and watched Angeal put a pinch of leaves into the kettle once it was boiling.

The quiet made Angeal a bit edgy. He looked at Zack, taking note of his wonder at the sight of the simple domestic task of preparing tea. "…Do you like tea?"

"Yeah! My mom made it for me a lot…" Zack suddenly recalled. "I was really sick."

Angeal glanced at him. He didn't see any visible sores on the young man, but then again… he was covered neck to toe. He got a sinking feeling, "…Are you sick now?"

"No," Was all Zack said.

Angeal decided to just leave it at that. But he ventured to ask, "Is your mother still… alive?"

Zack suddenly came up from whatever place of internal reflection he'd been in, and looked up at Angeal and grinned, "I don't know!"

"Who are you staying with now?" Angeal asked as he stirred the tea in the boiling kettle. "Do you have any family in this city?"

Zack gushed, "I love my family! Cloud – he made me better, that was a looong time ago, I think! I love him so much, and I wanna fuck him all the time! And Sephiroth is really hot, he has looong hair and pretty eyes and has the biggest dick out of all of us! Way smaller than yours' though!" Zack paused to smile at Angeal dreamily before continuing. "And Genesis is ooold! Don't say that, he gets mad, but he's really bendy and flexible and has soft skin! He has red hair! Even his pubes are red!"

Angeal smiled and poured two cups of tea while Zack spoke. "I don't have any sugar."

Zack frowned deeply at this, "I like sugar!"

"Well, someone took all my money last night," Angeal smiled as he blew the steam off the top of his cup.

"That's why I brought it back!" Zack laughed, and took a long gulp of his scalding hot tea.

Angeal watched in horror, waiting for the young man to shriek from the burn. But Zack only swallowed the liquid, and then drank the rest in another large gulp.

Angeal shrugged, figuring the tea wasn't as hot as he thought it was, and took a mouthful of it. Almost immediately, he spat it back into the cup, "Christ!"

"Hurt?" Zack demanded, looking Angeal over in concern.

"Hot," Angeal managed to correct him, setting the cup down and fanning air into his mouth. "How did you not burn your tongue?"

Before Angeal could stop him, Zack came forward and pressed his mouth to his. He pried it open and a warm, slick tongue came into contact with his injured one. It was a genius distraction from the pain as Zack sucked his tongue into his mouth, letting it go only to smear sweet kisses across his lips.

"Be careful!" Zack scolded in a whisper.

Angeal was a bit too enamored to do anything but nod. Seeing the tranquil look in the other man's dark blue eyes, Zack seized his chance. He leaned up for another languid kiss, letting his hands slide between Angeal's clothes and his warm skin. When Zack felt hands finally come to rest on his hips, his knees nearly buckled.

"Here!" Zack pulled away with a grunt, and felt in the collar of his cat suit for the key. He found it, and put it in Angeal's hand. "Let me out!"

Angeal looked at the small key, and at the lock at Zack's throat. He almost wondered if it was some sort of trick… some sort of 'you open it, you buy it' kind of scheme. But he didn't care at that point. He'd be in debt for the rest of his life if that's what it took to sleep with Zack. He turned the small lock and yanked down the zipper.

What was hidden underneath wasn't some leprous mess, or some indication that he'd been tricked. It was a toned, aroused young body that shivered when the warm air hit it. Zack pulled his arms out of the sleeves, and shimmied to get the sticky leather off of his hips. He toed off his boots and kicked out of the suit until he was bare.

He straightened up and looked Angeal in the eyes. He was rightfully unashamed of his gorgeous nudity, and pressed it against Angeal's clothes.

"Do you like me?" Zack asked softly. There was want, and need, and invitation in his bright eyes. He wasn't a prostitute. And if he was, he was off the clock.

Angeal reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in one harsh motion. He then untied his loose pants and let them pool around his feet. Zack stared at Angeal's body, at the thick, heavy erection that hung between his legs. If ever there was perfection, Angeal embodied it in every way. But maybe the thing that propelled his godly body from beautiful to irresistible was the demure, unassuming way he held himself, almost as though he had something to be shy about.

Zack pressed even closer to him, and shuddered in delight when Angeal's warm hands found his skin. They were gentle on his body, and moved from his chest to his sides.

Zack wasn't one to sit and ponder on his existence, he lived for each moment. But he couldn't help but think, just for a fleeting second, that he hadn't felt so alive since the first time Cloud touched him.

It opened up a can of thoughts in Zack's mind about his experiences since then. Genesis, Sephiroth… these new hands on him gave him a fonder appreciation for the two accidental loves of his life. He loved them all. And they didn't have to love him in return… but he knew they did. Sephiroth with his secret, subtle signs of affection; a guiding hand on the small of his back while they hunted together, sharing baths in the middle of the day while Cloud and Genesis slept, and long, probing kisses that seemed to last forever. And Genesis; a never ending fountain of patience and strength, all pretty red hair and amused, sparkling blue eyes.

And now Angeal. Zack didn't overanalyze how he felt, and when the notion passed through his mind that he might love this handsome, well endowed carpenter with kind eyes and rippling abs… he knew it was true.

He loved Angeal! With the joy of this revelation, Zack leapt up at him.

The man staggered again under Zack's sudden weight, but this time it was more than welcome. He took his armful and walked over to his meager kitchen table. It wasn't much, but it would do. He felt Zack pressing kisses against his cheek and neck, and smiled as the soft touch sent goosebumps flying across his skin.

He had to pry the young man off of him, but eventually got him to sit on the table. Zack looked up at him, lying back on his elbows eagerly. "Fuck me!"

Angeal chuckled a little at the blunt request. "Can't I look a little bit first?"

Zack grabbed his knees and spread himself wide. "See?"

"…Yeah," Angeal murmured, and took a seat at the table. He was at the perfect height to see everything Zack had, to appreciate every inch of him. He kissed his smooth chest, and ran his tongue over one of the young man's small, brown nipples. He smiled when it caused Zack to squirm a little bit, and pulled it into his mouth to suck.

"Bite me, bite me, bite me!" Zack chanted breathlessly, unable to stay still. He writhed on the table, one of his feet restlessly tapping on the back of Angeal's chair. He obeyed Zack's request and nibbled softly. The teenager quaked, arching up off the table and against Angeal. "Harder! Bite me!"

Angeal bit down as hard as he dared, then quickly moved to the neglected nipple and gave it the same treatment. He'd never seen someone to utterly responsive, and so shamelessly demanding. Zack knew what made him feel good, and wasn't shy about asking for it.

"Suck my cock!" Zack gasped down at him.

"No."

An expression of utter shock exploded on Zack's face, then quickly melted to desperation and fear. "PLEASE!"

"No," Angeal repeatedly coolly, and began to leisurely kiss down the young man's toned, dark skinned torso.

"Pleeeease?" Zack groaned sadly and let his head drop onto the table with a dull thud.

Angeal didn't reply, and instead focused on the small, tight belly button that was centered on Zack's stomach. Every inch of him was shuddering, like a virgin on hyper drive that could barely stand to be touched. Angeal decided that he could get used to such a unguarded partner.

He ran a hand over one of Zack's thighs, squeezing the delicate flesh before pushing it up. The curve of Zack's ass came up off the table, and Angeal was mesmerized. The young man was beyond fit, and his ass was a perfect, hard and unbelievably inviting.

Angeal kissed one of the soft skinned cheeks. Zack's hands crept down and covered Angeal's, "Fuck me!"

Again, Angeal didn't reply and instead sucked the flesh into his mouth, between his teeth. He sucked until he left a small, red patch behind. Zack's hole was clenching in impatience, and Angeal watched it while moving to the other cheek. He raked his teeth down the sensitive skin, and bit down.

Zack positively screamed. Angeal laughed a little bit, hoping against hope that none of his neighbors came knocking to check on him. That worry certainly didn't stop him from continuing to torture Zack by biting across his firm, pretty ass. The teen was humping air, his ass was begging to get fucked, and it was the hottest thing that Angeal had ever seen in his life.

He licked a wet path from his bite marks to Zack's pulsing hole. It clenched against his tongue, then relaxed eagerly. Angeal thrust his tongue in briefly while one hand trailed up to cup Zack's tight, aching balls.

"Angeal!" Zack bellowed, both hands clawing at the wooden tabletop. He lifted his head to look down, and convulsed at the sight of a brunette head between his thighs. Angeal looked up at him, his eyes playful but in total control of the situation.

Zack was speechless. His groin was flexing up instinctively, searching for release. Angeal's lips came up and wrapped around one of Zack's balls, sucking hard while two fingers pushed into his ass.

To Angeal's surprise, that was all the demon needed. He was coming, his hips popping off the table as his cock spurted in heavy waves. Several drops landed on Angeal's cheek, and he stuck his tongue out to taste at it with a smile. He continued to fuck Zack with his fingers, watching his pretty cock jump with every curl of his fingers until it finally began to soften against his stomach.

"Need to cool down?" Angeal asked huskily, suddenly noticing the wrenching tightness between his legs. He absent mindedly pulled at it, quelling the fierce ache for the moment.

But to his surprise, Zack shook his head violently, "NO! Fuck me! Please!"

Angeal stood up and kicked the chair backwards. He spat down at his cock and rubbed the meager amount of wetness over his reddened head. He then swiped a hand across Zack's splattered stomach to add to the slickness.

He positioned himself at Zack's hungry opening, letting the teen get up to his elbows to watch. Once he was sure Zack was ready, he rumbled, "Breathe in."

Zack took a gulp of air that turned into a sharp cry. Angeal pushed himself halfway in on the first thrust. He didn't give Zack any time to prepare for the second, he pulled out shallowly to slam in the rest of the way.

Zack's vision spun, and he actually thought he was about to lose consciousness. He couldn't even make a sound, he couldn't find the air. Only when Angeal had loosened him up enough to establish a rhythm did Zack manage to make a sound – and it was a heavy purr.

Something inside the demon was content for the first time since he became reborn. There was an itch deep down that was finally getting scratched. Zack laid passively on the table, gazing up at his new god. Angeal was fucking him like he needed to be fucked.

Where had this man been all his life? Zack panted, "Angeal…"

"You alright?" Angeal managed to ask, not that his concern slowed the blunt, steady pounding of his hips against Zack's inverted ass.

"I…" Zack mumbled dreamily. "…I'm yours."

Angeal laughed at that. "I'll take you."

Zack could only nod against the table. He was eventually able to move again, and came up to his elbows to watch Angeal's thick base moving in and out of him. His cock was still soft against his thigh, but it was slowly reviving. Zack lazily touched himself, lifting his balls to give himself a better view of Angeal as he tore his way inside of him.

Zack let his balls fall, and instead touched Angeal's trembling stomach. The man was a beast in waiting, he was holding back for the cue that Zack was ready for more.

If he had been mortal, he'd probably shy away from the promise of a truly brutal fuck. But he wasn't. And this certainly wasn't going to kill him.

On the contrary. Angeal was bringing him to life.

Zack smiled, and tickling his fingers up Angeal's flexing body. His fingertips reaching Angeal's lips, and they parted to lick, suck and bite. Zack scraped his fingernails against Angeal's tongue, and the man growled low in his throat.

"Hard…" Zack actually heard his voice waver, fear and anticipation mixed deliciously in his mind. He was afraid of Angeal. He shivered, and his legs curled around Angeal's hips to brace himself. "Harder…"

Angeal didn't react immediately. It was gradual, but eventually his hips began to jerk forward quickly, only to pause and nuzzle against Zack, punctuating each heavy thrust with a sharp burst of pleasure. Eventually, he was pounding against Zack's body, ripping him apart over and over.

Never had Zack been so paralyzed. He found the voice to groan, if only to prove to Angeal that he was utterly enjoying the experience. Eventually he caught enough breath to speak, "Feels so good!"

Angeal moved even harder against him, and Zack realized that the kitchen table had scooted clear across the room. It was now trapped against the far wall, and tapped against it with every deep pull and push of Angeal's hips. Zack sat up, arms out to embrace him.

Angeal caught him and pulled him up, managing to remain buried inside him. Zack kissed him with everything he had, pausing only when he realized he'd bitten the side of Angeal's mouth wide open. He groaned at the taste of blood, the only thing holding him back from eating this perfect man alive was the fact that if he did… Angeal wouldn't be there, anymore.

Zack ripped himself out of the kiss. Angeal was gazing at him, his mouth beautifully bloody.

"You really want to play rough?" He asked.

Zack licked at his own lips, still tasting Angeal's blood clinging there. "…Yeah!"

Angeal pulled out and dropped Zack. Before he could even settle on his feet, Angeal seized his shoulder and spun him around. He pushed Zack down onto the table, squeezing the back of his neck hard enough to make the demon choke for air.

"You're about to come harder than you ever have in your life," Angeal told him, and Zack felt utterly impaled as he shoved his way back inside.

Zack was still searching for air, but couldn't move. He was helplessly pinned, and the wicked, lustful energy Angeal was releasing only made dark desire rise in him. His teeth were totally bared, and scraped against the wood as he fought to breathe. Angeal was blocking any air from relieving the burn in his chest, and he felt pressure throughout his entire body.

It built and built as pure sensation thrilled through Zack's body. He was thinking in colors, and they were red, bright warnings punctuated by the deep, soulless green of demonic desire fulfilled. It felt like Angeal's cock was pushing halfway up his spine. It felt like dying should feel – glorious, inescapable, and real.

Angeal was about to murder him in the most amazing way possible. Zack was enthralled, and so locked in that very moment in time, he forgot that he couldn't be murdered. He didn't even need to breathe, it was a habit. But the stranglehold Angeal had on him was good enough to fully submerge him in the violent fantasy.

Murder! Sex! Death! Fuck! Before Zack knew it, the pressure had built so strongly in his body that he blew apart in a powerful, wet combustion of pleasure. And then, Angeal let go of his neck.

He pulled in air to his deprived body, and felt wave after wave of euphoria. His lower stomach clenched when he didn't have anything left to give, but couldn't stop the pulsing. His orgasm threatened to swallow him whole, it was destroying him.

Angeal's big hands were on his neck again, this time to hold him in place. "Don't you fucking squirm away from me," he was muttering, and locked him in place with his ass presented in the air. He fucked Zack in a perfect, selfish rhythm until a heavy groan was ripped from his throat – the only sound Zack had noticed him make thus far.

Hot, sticky liquid flooded Zack from the inside. His eyes strained in his sockets to look back, but Angeal had him trapped. Instead, Zack closed his eyes and worked his ass, milking that huge cock for everything it had. Angeal's fingers dug into the meat of Zack's neck, making him yelp.

They continued to grip his flesh for several long, pulsating moments. Then, they became utterly gentle against his skin. He petted Zack's hair as he pulled out.

Then both hands cupped Zack's ass, squeezing his cheeks together. "Hold it in."

Zack laughed at that. "Okay!"

Angeal smiled and fondly slapped one of the firm cheeks. "…You're a good sport."

"You're a good fuck!" Zack replied, still boneless against the table.

"Come here," Angeal purred, and scooped Zack up off the table like a boneless cat. Zack laid in his arms, utterly content to be carried to the back of the work studio and into a small bedroom. Angeal dropped him on a slightly lumpy, straw filled mattress and curled beside him.

The modest bed felt like heaven next to the warm, solid carpenter. Zack curiously ran his fingers over the very short, course hair that dusted Angeal's chest. It tapered over his lower stomach and filled out again around his thick groin.

Heavy arms pulled Zack away from his explorations and into an extended embrace. He had almost fallen asleep when he heard Angeal murmur, "We should try to stay awake. I haven't watched the sun rise in a while."

Zack shot up in bed, startling the larger man. "Time to go!"

"What? It's past four," Angeal complained. "Just stay…"

Zack skittered into the kitchen, and began hastily yanking on his cat suit. Angeal watched him in the doorway with a frown, until Zack turned and gave him a large, dazzling smile. "Sorry! Gotta go!"

Angeal decided not to push the issue, at least not conventionally. "Alright… if you don't want any morning sex, it's your call..."

Zack locked his clothing shut with nimble fingers, and tucked the key away into his collar. "Tomorrow night?"

"I'm working all night," Angeal crossed the kitchen to cup Zack's face. "But I could take a break with the proper convincing."

Zack leaned up and greedily kissed Angeal's face, sucking the dried blood from his lips. "You taste so good! I wanna eat you!"

"You too," Angeal agreed, letting the young man kiss him to his heart's content. He was stalling for time, wanting him to tire again, and to stay.

"Alright!" Zack declared, suddenly pushing away. "Bye bye!"

And then, Angeal was watching the boy's retreating form. He stomped through the woodworking studio like he owned it, and opened the front door. He turned back, and to Angeal's increasing amusement, he blew a kiss.

Angeal found himself waving, "…Bye."

Zack gave him a toothy grin, and shut his front door. Then he was out on the street, admiring the odd, purplish hue to the sky. Somewhere outside the city limits, a rooster was crowing.

He debated on whether to find something yummy to eat to quell his empty stomach, or to begin retracing his steps back home. He looked at the sky and scratched his head, wondering how long it took the sun to rise. More curiously, he wondered what would happen if he were to simply stay with Angeal. How nice morning sex would be…

Zack snapped out of his simple musings and began to walk. He thought he was going the proper direction, but couldn't be sure. The sky was turning an even milkier purple, and Zack stopped to appreciate the natural beauty for a moment.

"Sunrises are lovely, aren't they?" a voice whispered into Zack's ear.

He jumped, swatting his ear to beat away the ticklish tingles that reverberated down his neck. He then regarded the man with a smile, "Hello!"

The stranger had long dark hair, and dressed in a pressed, spotless pinstripe suit. His red eyes shone in the dark like stars. Zack stared at the man with wide eyes, "You're hot!"

The man's porcelain doll face curved up into a charming, dimpled smile. "Thank you, Zack."

Zack was elated to be on a first name basis so quickly, and threw open his arms to embrace the kind, beautiful stranger. If only everyone in the world could be so friendly! "What's your name?"

"Vincent," He answered, and kept an arm around Zack as he guided him lazily down the block. "Where are you headed?"

"Oh, I'm going home!" Zack chatted happily. "I have to get there before the sun comes up!"

"Well you don't have much time, do you?" Vincent commented with a squeeze of Zack's arm. "Do you know where you live?"

Zack shook his head sadly. "I forgot!"

"We should be able to figure it out, shouldn't we?" The man said, and pulled Zack around a corner. "What's the building look like?"

Zack squinted his eyes, trying to think of it. "It's a… it's in a graveyard!"

"No," Vincent disagreed gently, nodding to a baker as he opened his shop for the morning breakfast rush. "That was the last place you lived. That was in a place called St. Petersburg, wasn't it?"

"Oh!" Zack smiled, utterly lost in the conversation.

"Where are you living now?" Vincent pressed, carefully stopping Zack from walking in front of a quickly moving carriage. After it passed, they safely crossed the street.

"It's a big building!" Zack decided. "It's a…"

"A…" Vincent guided, "A… fa…fact…"

"A factory!" Zack shrieked with a smile. "You're smart!"

"Thank you," Vincent smiled. "Zack, right now, you live underneath a factory in a city called Moscow."

Zack's eyes went wide, "I always wanted to go to Moscow!"

Vincent couldn't help but laugh, "Welcome."

Zack began to look all around the dark street, taking in the early morning sights of the usually bustling capitol. "Wow!"

"Zack…" Vincent turned his chin, and made eye contact with him. "…Where are we going?"

"The factory!" Zack nodded. He felt warm and bubbly when he looked into Vincent's deep, burning red eyes.

Then, Vincent's eyes lifted. Zack followed his gaze, and there looming above the wooden townhouses that lined the streets was the outline of the very same factory that Zack lived in.

He hopped in the air in victory, "That's where I live! Thanks for helping me!"

"You did all the thinking, Zack…" Vincent said, and leaned forward to grace his lips with a fleeting kiss. Zack was never one to turn down kisses, and met Vincent's tongue.

It held the oddly sweet taste of heavily charred, sickeningly sour human flesh.

It was unexpected and almost appalling, and shocked a gasp from Zack's throat. Vincent pulled away, and Zack leaned up for another taste. But instead, he took a step back and gave Zack a gentle push in the direction of home.

"You should be going," Vincent told him.

Zack turned towards the factory with a nod, and then thought to invite his intriguing new friend inside to meet his family.

But when he turned back, Vincent was gone. Zack was puzzled for a moment, but was more thrilled at the prospect of telling Cloud, Genesis and Sephiroth all about his adventures. He took one last look at the pink and orange light that danced on the horizon, squinting at the natural display of nature's colors.

When he arrived at the entrance to their hideaway, all three were waiting for him. When they saw him enter the room, a different expression filled each man's unique and exquisite features. Genesis' brow was furrowed with guilt, surprise and premature mourning. Sephiroth's fair face was flushed red, his smooth chest blotted with hives that usually appeared when the man was shy, overly worried or nervous.

Cloud was the last one Zack found. He was sitting beside the door, looking up at Zack with an expression of paternal anger, and at the same time – untold gratitude.

With a sob, Cloud leapt up and hugged Zack's waist tightly. Genesis quickly crossed the floor and threw an arm around each of them. Then Sephiroth's long arms engulfed his entire family, and he was placing kisses on the tops of everyone's crowns.

Cloud was the first to speak, "…Are you alright?"

"Yeah…" Zack grinned in the warm embrace of his favorite people. He had a million things to say, to tell them about. He'd been out on his own for the first time in his life. He'd had sex with Angeal, a man that actually understood his violent, demonic needs. He'd seen color on the horizon. He'd met an absurdly handsome man named Vincent, who tasted like dead people. He'd come to the realization that he was living in Moscow.

But Zack had already forgotten half of these things. The only thing that came out was, "I love you guys!"

A/N

1 – Mad props to Squaresoft for supplying my faggy vampire story with an actual vampire. Of course Vincent is Satan. Who ELSE was Satan supposed to be? And if you know anything at all about me, you probably know who God is, too. Spoiler : He'd be pretty insulted that Angeal didn't offer him any goddamn tea.

2 – Of course Angeal's part in the story isn't over. You think Zack is gonna give him a moment's peace after that epic fuck? More on him next time.