Warnings: Except for the first few paragraphs, this chapter contains nothing but explicit, 3-way man-sex. If that's not your thing you can skip most of this chapter without missing any of the plot.

Chapter 32 : Fly Away

This was a dream.

He knew it because he'd never, ever seen a field of flowers that extended as far as horizon in every direction before and he doubted that it could exist in reality anywhere because some farmer would've plowed it or some engineer would've built a road through it. Here there was nothing but flowers. They were kind of familiar, but he wasn't a big fan of plants and would barely be able to recognize a dandelion except that they were so common. He could tell that these flowers were all essentially the same type of flower. At least, their shape was similar, but their colours and sizes all varied. They smelled nice too. He breathed in deep, enjoying the scent and feeling, somehow, more relaxed. He knew he wouldn't have to worry about monsters in this dream.

"Oh," a light voice said in surprise. He turned to face that direction, still not concerned. He knew he didn't have to worry about sadistic lab assistants either. "You're not who I was expecting," she said.

"Sorry," he said, though he didn't know what for. It's not like there'd been anyone here before him.

"It's okay. I think you need to be here. You've been pretty close to breaking." He frowned. It wasn't that bad, was it? He dismissed the comment as weird. He wasgetting better, healing. No way was he close to breaking. Instead, he took a closer look at the girl who'd joined him in his dream. Or maybe this was her dream, and he was the one in her space?

She giggled, "I suppose this could be my place, but I don't own it."

He snorted at her unhelpful response. Whoever she was, she was tiny; the top of her head was level with his chin, and that was including her perky, top-knotted ponytail. Her hair was a rich, gold-brown like the leaves of autumn and her eyes the bright green of spring's new growth. A smile played easily around her mouth. She looked… kind. It wasn't a look he was familiar with anymore. It made him think he should know her, but then he thought 'why would he?'

Before he could figure it out, she placed a small hand on his arm, comforting him and holding him in place, and she started talking. "I think I have a message for you."

Who from, and why would they use you as their messenger, he wanted to ask but couldn't. It seemed rude when she was so friendly. So he said nothing, just listened intently.

The girl, for she seemed young, clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward, like an eager child afraid to touch delicate things. "Sacrifices work when they're willing to give everything up to achieve their goal. However, their goal doesn't have to be your goal."

What? He frowned in confusion.

"You'll understand when the time comes. Just remember to protect the ones you love with all the power of your heart." He must have looked as baffled as he felt because she gave another light giggle. She placed a finger on his shoulder and pushed lightly. "Time for you to go now. Don't worry; they'll make sure you wake up feeling better."

'She really was the strangest girl,' he thought before realizing that he was moving.

It was like he was a feather. Her little finger had blown him back, blown him over so gently it was more like floating than falling. The world went grey then white then somewhere beyond the concepts of light and dark. Or maybe he became the light. All he could say for sure was that, when he opened his eyes, he felt completely like himself for the first time since... forever, certainly since coming out of his coma-state. Sounds were just loud enough. Though he could still hear extraordinary things if he wanted to. He couldn't see the weaving of the cloth that made up their tent in the pre-dawn's dim light unless he concentrated. Best of all, his skin felt like it was back to being the surface of his body instead of a hyper-sensitive detecting device. He wasn't normal—normal like PFC No-Name up the path, and he never would be again, but he was-was normal in himself.

It felt great.

As did the realization that the warm skin in front of him belonged to his General, and the warm body behind him was Zack's. He was surrounded by the smells of his favourite people and he was happy. His eyes started to drift shut, heavy with contentment, when he caught a glimpse of something unbelievable. He opened his eyes again to check it out. Nothing. He squinted and he could see it; the stuff that had caught his eye before. Even in the tent's dim light, he could see that, on his chest, the General had... spots? Cloud tilted his head to confirm it and, sure enough, most of his skin was silvery-pearl but, scattered over his upper chest, he had tiny points of pearly-blue.

General Sephiroth had freckles! How cool was that?

Very cool, Cloud decided. He also decided that he had to find out if the texture changed over the spots. Light fingertips rubbed just under the wide collar-bone. It all felt the same: smooth and perfect. Perhaps something more sensitive was needed, he thought vaguely, hardly caring what he thought because it was just an excuse to lean in closer, stick out his pointy little tongue, and taste... Delicious, he decided, rich, and spicy, and intriguingly familiar but hazy; like a dream still remembered days after wakening. Or maybe he wasn't really awake and this was just a continuation of a different dream?

That would be good because, if this was a dream, he wouldn't have to stop, would he? So, why stop, the thought drifted through his mind, why stop when there was so much delicious skin to explore; silk covering rigid bones and hard muscles, and all of it suffused with the General's scent and tastes. He definitely wasn't going to wake up now.

Time lost meaning. It could've been darkest midnight or earliest dawn. It could've been high noon for all Cloud cared. What mattered was the warm body in front of him. Slowly, carefully, inch-by-tasty inch, the blond sampled all the flesh he could reach. He didn't wander much to the General's sides; Cloud's sleepy determination didn't extend to the serious stretching he'd have to do. It was enough that there was smooth silk under his fingers, his lips, his tongue. He closed his eyes to better enjoy the sensation. He recognized when he moved from rib cage to belly even though it wasn't much softer. Even relaxed in sleep, Sephiroth's muscles were hard and defined. He ran a hand lazily over his own stomach muscles and gave himself the shivers imagining that the hand touching him was the General's. His cock twitched and he smiled. He liked this dream.

The General shifted, moving to lie more on his back which made Cloud stop his exploration while he vaguely considered the situation. The dream would end if one of them woke up, right? He listened for a change in breathing pattern, or restless twitching, but there were none of the signs that either one of them were waking up so it was safe but, still, the General had moved away on him. While his foggy brain considered this problem, his hungry body already had a solution. It lifted him up and positioned him over his lover's vulnerable, but oh-so-sweet, belly. He wasn't ready to stop yet, and now he didn't have to.

Abandoning the top of his lover's belly—his lover, General Sephiroth was his lover!—he wiggled further down and licked at the skin there. It twitched, so he nipped it lightly as if to tell it to behave. Then he nipped it again because it had felt so good the first time. The General sighed, almost a low groan, and shifted a little. Cloud lifted away from the tempting skin and waited until Sephiroth settled down again before continuing his journey. For a moment it felt like fingers ruffled his hair but the feeling wasn't repeated so Cloud forgot about it, too absorbed by the territory he was claiming to care about stray breezes. He travelled further.

One thing about three mako-enhanced men sharing a bed is that they were so warm they'd kicked the blanket down around their feet. There was nothing to jar the blond from his half-awake stupor. Not even the discovery that the General's body held another cute surprise could do that. It just made him smile sleepily as he processed what he'd discovered: General Sephiroth had a treasure trail.

This was the best dream he'd ever had, Cloud decided.

The blond pulled back a little so he could look at it. Soft fingertips lifted from hard hips to pet it. Hair, so pale a silver as to be translucent, circled the General's belly button and pointed the way to more intriguing areas. It sounded like a good idea to the Corporal so he followed the delicate dusting of hair. He smiled as the rich scent of the man grew stronger, deeper. When his languid movement encountered hard flesh rather than soft hair, it took Cloud aback. It wasn't what he'd been expecting at all but, he decided, this was okay too. He lapped at the tip of it and licked down the length of it. It was hiding behind course cloth. Nasty. He should have dreamed that gone along with the blanket. Much better access that way, he thought blearily, still caught in his happy dream world, so he wrapped strong fingers around Sephiroth's penis and pulled it out into the open.

The General's body jerked and a groaning noise filled the air.

"What? What is it?" Zack was awake and scanning the room for danger.

And Cloud recognized that this wasn't a dream.

Sky blue eyes met rich cyan—both sets open wide in shock.

Cloud realized he was staring at his best friend over the erect penis of General Sephiroth... He even had the tip of it sucked into his mouth like a lollipop. He felt his face heat up.

"Holy shit," Zack muttered. His eyes, if possible, got wider. Cloud's cheeks got hotter. They were frozen; staring at each other and wondering what to do next.

"I would prefer, Corporal, if you didn't stop," Sephiroth's voice growled in tortured command. Whatever noble impulse had kept him from touching his lover was now forgotten, or perhaps just ignored, in the face of a larger, more primal need.

Cloud released the head of the General's penis from his mouth with a little pop. "Yes, Sir," he responded automatically, still staring at his seemingly mesmerized friend. Fucking hells, he thought in an agony of embarrassment. He glanced away, wondering where he could run and hide, and noticed that the front of Zack's sleep-pants were starting to fill out. He watched for a moment. Maybe his mind had been faking it, but no, that was definitely an erection growing behind the standard-issue blue. Zack was turned on by seeing him suck on the General's penis—and he was excited by Zack's excitement. His mouth moved in an unvoiced 'oh' of enlightenment.

Emboldened by this discovery, the blond moved his gaze back to Zack and almost dared his friend to look away. The big SOLDIER swallowed nervously, but he didn't shift his gaze. Cloud moved to the base of the large erection and, making sure his tongue was nice and moist, licked all the way to the tip in one wide, all-encompassing pass. Sephiroth breathed out a groan from behind clenched teeth. A vein throbbed visibly on the surface of the still growing organ.

"Fuck," the SOLDIER whispered. Zack shifted. His brain was skittering. He should go... this was private... fucking hot. Just as he couldn't look away, he couldn't bring himself to leave either.

A knowing, and satisfied, smile flitted across the blond's face. This might be better than a dream, he decided. He trailed his mouth back down the long hard length but this time he indulged in a series of cat-licks and light nips. He sucked and pulled Sephiroth's delicate skin into his mouth. He could hear both Zack and Sephiroth's ragged breathing; proof that this was working. They were both becoming deeply aroused... and wasn't that a heady feeling for a little mountain boy? Two of the world's most powerful men at his mercy.

He liked it.

Cloud kept moving even after he reached the base of the General's cock. He swiped a broad tongue over the protected globes. Loose skin tightened and wrinkled as he blew on the wet trail he'd left. Long pearl-coloured fingers reached down and buried themselves in his hair. Cloud took it for the order it was and continued his ministrations. He sucked first one side then the other into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the skin, pressing a little firmer then relaxing and letting them slip out.

"Cloud," the General moaned. The hand in his hair tightened its grip even as legs opened and relaxed. It was an invitation Cloud didn't even bother trying to resist. He licked even lower, teasing the sensitive skin below the sac. He slowly worked his hand on the General's erection, but it was a secondary movement, almost coincidental to his purpose, so he didn't notice when a glistening pearl appeared at the slit. He kept his gaze fixed on the dark-haired First.

Zack did saw it; he saw it form and drop oh-so-slowly onto Seph's pale white belly. He saw it and he remembered what it had felt like to have Sephiroth's large erection buried deep inside his body. He shuddered, closing his eyes in remembered pleasure. He buried a sweaty hand down the front of his sleep pants only to have the silver-haired warrior prevent any movement. "Oh fuck, Seph, please," he moaned.

"The oil's on the side table," was what his CO said before releasing his arm, and it was all the invitation Zack needed. He shucked his pants and rolled over to grab the fragrant bottle. He did it quickly, unwilling to miss any of the show Cloud was putting on. The blond mountain boy was eating Seph's cock like a stick of rock candy.

"Cloud, bring your ass up this way," the General ordered. It was so unlike the sophisticated General to use crudity that Cloud's head popped up in surprise. Sephiroth's cheeks darkened with a pale rose colour. "My apologies. I was just... it's just... hmm."

The hesitant incoherency was also unlike ShinRa's smooth Silver General, so much so that Zack was now staring at the silver-haired warrior in stunned amazement. Cloud looked a wide-eyed question at Sephiroth, then at Zack who barely shrugged, then back at his lover. "Did you want me to crawl up there?" he asked. To his astonishment, pearly skin gained even more colour.

"No, that's not what I–" Sephiroth started. He hadn't thought before spewing out that command. Why hadn't he thought? "I, um, it just occurred to me that it would, that I would very much enjoy, watching the Commander... in you, while you, uh, continue what you're doing." By the time he'd finished, Sephiroth had covered his face in one hand and had turned away. The pink colour was deeper than before. 'He'd sounded like an idiot,' he thought.

Cloud swallowed against the sudden spike of arousal. He looked at his dark-haired friend, "Well?" he asked. 'Say yes, say yes, please, say yes,' he prayed.

"Fuck, yeah," Zack answered. "I'm game. Anything that has the Great General Sephiroth blushing that much has got to be fun."

They weren't laughing at him or running away. In fact, when Sephiroth looked, Zack's colour was deeper and his breathing was ragged; his erection had lengthened considerably as well. Suddenly, this was more than a whim, more than a dream. It was real, it was happening and it would be wonderful. He reached out his left hand to his blond lover, "Cloud, come this way."

The mountain boy ducked his head but obediently crawled up and turned himself around. He kept one hand circling the General's cock and used it as his pivot point; after all, he didn't want to get too far away. Sephiroth put a hand on his nearer thigh and pulled the Corporal in so that he had a better view. Then Zack moved in behind him. He couldn't help looking, tucking his head under his arm or peering over his shoulder. The Gongagan's darker flesh was hard and shiny with the oil. Its light, spicy fragrance overlaid the deeper musk of their combined arousal.

Sephiroth lifted his hand, two fingers outstretched, "Zack, can you oil these?" He kept his gaze on his blond lover, "Cloud, please carry on." His tone was polite, but it was an order.

The Corporal swallowed, eyes closing briefly in prayer that he wouldn't fuck this up, he nodded and bent his head to once again to play with the General's groin. He never lost awareness of the fingers that slid around his entrance, that slipped in and stretched, but he concentrated on the treasures before him, determined that Sephiroth would enjoy this to the fullest. At least that's what he'd planned to do but when one finger became two then three; he realized that it wasn't just Sephiroth's fingers inside him: Zack had at least one inserted as well. They were playing with each other as much as they were playing with him.

He had to stop, had to pull his mouth away from delicate tissues so he could groan in helpless ecstasy through clenched teeth.

"Did I tell you that you could stop, Corporal?" Sephiroth purred.

Cloud panted, "No, Sir."

"Well then?" His tone was husky with lust and softly threatening.

The Corporal swallowed convulsively. He moved his fist up and around the long, flushed shaft, smearing saliva and pre-cum over its surface. What would Sephiroth do if he didn't obey, he wondered. It wouldn't be anything terrible, not with Zack in the room. He gazed up at the strong face of the world's greatest swordsman. It had a harsh sensuality he'd always found enticing. He could push it, he thought, it might be fun...

Cloud didn't see his pupils narrow to slits then back to circles. Sephiroth did, and it made his own eyelids droop even as his eyebrow went up in surprise. He waited to see what his lover would do: would he let the part of him that was Niisan take over? Did he want him to?

In the end, Cloud couldn't do it. Not yet, maybe not ever. It was enough that he was going to be-be fucked by Zack while the General watched. That was enough of an adventure: for now. He dipped his head and licked back down the General's erection. He hid his embarrassment by sucking on the sensitive skin between the General's shaft and his hole. Just touching the silky skin made the swordsman jerk and tighten which was nice—very nice. Cloud brought his fingers up and ran the tips lightly over the area, just to see how much reaction he could get. The silver-haired warrior groaned and his cock jumped on his belly.

It looked like he could get quite a lot of reaction. It was going to be fun exploring–

Then, suddenly, he had to stop; he had to. They had four fingers in him now; stretching him, playing with him and each other. One pushed in as the other pulled out, or they twisted around each other becoming thicker than four fingers should be. He'd been aware of it, enjoying it but able to set it aside. Now they'd found that spot inside him and he was the one writhing helplessly. It was too much. The movement of their fingers, the feel of being full yet craving more, of being stretched, pulled taut as a wire... it was going to put him over or drive him insane. His hand shot back, trying to find enough purchase on their oil slick fingers to push them out. He slid helplessly on their slippery skin. He tried to get a grip on their hands, to stop them from moving inside him like, but his fingers just slithered over the surface.

"Put them in, Cloud," the General ordered softly, "Join us."

Cloud looked up, his eyes wet and so hazed with arousal that Sephiroth's body shook with the force of his desire. It was obvious the blond didn't understand. He was very close and all he could do was try to stop them.

It was Zack who solved the dilemma. He slicked up a couple of his friend's questing fingers and, with his free hand, carefully but firmly forced them into the already full entrance. Cloud arched his back and lifted his ass so he could bury his fingers deeper inside himself. He called out, murmuring incoherent pleas that even enhanced hearing could barely understand.

"Fuck, that is so fucking hot," Zack murmured in awe. He ran strong fingers down Cloud's spine, stopping only briefly to tease at the light covering of down.

"Will he cum?" Sephiroth asked, his breath coming in gasps. His avid gaze switched between the blond's pleasure-slackened face—it was so expressive, a wonder to behold, and where their hands meshed—tan, pink and pearl, separate but together.

"Should... he's close... I think," Zack replied jerkily, gasping for breath as he hastily pulled down on his sac. "Hang on a sec." Once the danger was past, the big first adjusted his balance so he could reach around and clasp Cloud's straining erection.

The blond wailed and bucked. It was like when the General had searched him for injuries. All his body tingled and came alive. Stretching and tightening, pulling him toward the edge. A couple hard pumps and he was done. His cum was jetting out of his body so hard he felt like he was being turned inside out. No thought, no breath, no body, just heat and pleasure that pulled him out of his awareness into a world of sensation. Only the fingers inside him, the hand encircling him, kept him at all upright. He had no strength to hold his head up so he let it rest on the strength of Sephiroth's hip. His right hand was still wrapped around his lover's hard penis—so warm, and he squeezed and released as the aftershocks passed through his body. It made the silver-haired warrior groan in sensual torment. It made Zack chuckle; he'd never, ever, thought that he would see the Demon of Wutai and his commanding officer, so helpless. It was cute, and he would've teased them about it except that he couldn't catch his breath either... or moisten his mouth... or talk in sentences.

"You talk enough even without sentences," Sephiroth said between clenched teeth.

"Fuck, I need a zipper," the dark-haired SOLDIER muttered. He couldn't remember being this scattered before. Maybe being merged with a bat had affected his brain. He held up an urgent finger, "You don't need to comment if I said that last thought aloud."

Sephiroth gave a low, coughing laugh. The exchange with his SiC had helped bring him back from the brink. He was grateful. He ran his free hand through Cloud's hair where it bounced and waved against his flesh. "Is he ready?" he asked.

Zack chuckled, "I'd say so."

He pulled Cloud's fingers out first. They were small and close to the entrance so they slid out easy. It also allowed the blond to drop into a more comfortable position. Having his own fingers buried inside him had caused him to twist , but also because having them buried inside his own body had forced the blond to twist into, what had to be, a very uncomfortable position. The blond mumbled a protest, but didn't budge from his resting place. Sephiroth turned to watch. He removed his fingers almost eagerly, knowing what was going to happen next. The dark-haired First lined up his erection with Cloud's entrance and began nudging it in, slow, rocking motions followed by a pause. It didn't matter that they'd stretched and prepared the smaller man; it had been nearly two years since he'd been able to be this close with his friend and Zack intended to savour every minute, every second; and each moment was made that much more precious by knowing that Seph was watching.

Cloud keened as Zack pushed his way in. He felt stretched but, at the same time, it felt so good. His head lifted and his back arched as he pushed into Zack, forcing the First's penis deeper. It roused him from his post-coital stupor; reminded him that he had all but abandoned Sephiroth's full erection. He snuck a peek at the General but Sephiroth's eyes were on Zack, watching the First's dark flesh disappear inside the blond's pale body. When Cloud shifted forward and took what he could into his mouth, his eyes were on his silver-haired lover. Sephiroth's hips bucked, and he closed his eyes as if in prayer. Best of all, a small, satisfied smile flirted across the General's sexy, sculpted mouth.

"Yeah, Cloud, swallow him down," Zack panted, "I wanna see him writhe."

"As I want to see you," the General retorted, voice low and throaty. His strong left hand lifted to the top of Zack's spine. He pressed, and stroked slowly downwards, focussing on the skin under his fingers, wanting to find a spot on the SOLDIER's back that matched Cloud's highly erogenous one. He nearly missed it as Cloud chose that moment to nip a little. The hint of teeth, the threat they represented was, from the blond, very stimulating. Sephiroth froze his hand in place so he could enjoy the sensation more fully. When the blond went back to soft kisses and licks, the General moved his hand again, and he felt it—the spot where Zack's skin went from soft silk to slick fur. The change in texture was minute, and he very easily could have missed it, but Zack's whole body clenched and gave it away.

The SOLDIER groaned and swore. His big body trembled and twitched, but the First was trapped. He could only move in time with Sephiroth's hand in the short, fine fur he hadn't even known he had. It was like the lightest of currents running along the finest of wire all along his spine. Nothing had ever touched him like that before. He hadn't known he had a spot like that, like Cloud's, where even the smallest caress shot straight to his groin and pulled him taut. No wonder Cloud could orgasm from being stroked there.

Zack tried to stretch himself, up, away, but he couldn't even do that. Instead his head tipped back, his eyes closed and he panted, slack-jawed and helpless.

"Is it as sensitive as Cloud's down?" Sephiroth purred tormentingly. To him, the dark-haired SOLDIER looked to be the very picture of agonized lust. It looked good on him.

"Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Oh Gods," Zack moaned in an unconscious litany. He knew Seph had spoken but he had no capacity to comprehend. The General's body clenched and he couldn't help thrusting his hips a couple times. It made his hand relax against the SOLDIER's spine.

Cloud had been listening to Zack's helpless begging. He'd felt as the SOLDIER lost his smooth rhythm inside him. Now he turned his head and smiled because, finally, bat-boy would know what it felt like. It was too bad for Cloud that Zack chose that moment to open his eyes. He saw that smug look and decided that if he had to suffer through this, so did the blond. He reached out, one finger outstretched, and smiled even as he jerked in reaction to Sephiroth's hand once again pressing firmly on his back.

Cloud buried his head in the General's groin and braced for the touch. He was already aroused so he wasn't surprised when the threat of Zack's caress had him stiffening again. What did surprise him was that Zack wasn't gentle, maybe he'd meant to be but was too close to the edge, because when that large hand landed between his shoulder-blades, Zack held on as if for dear life.

Pain. Pleasure. Explosions along his nerve endings, racing down his spine, gathering, growing.

His voice joined Zack's in begging, pleading, demanding release, mercy; please, gods, please, let me cum!

With the way his hand was placed on Zack's back, fingers spread to reach the most surface area, the General felt like a puppet master directing his friends' actions, controlling them. When he gentled his touch, sure enough, Zack's grip on Cloud's spine relaxed as well and both of them retreated from the brink. A harder stroke and Zack pounded into Cloud whose hand squeezed around the penis it held. The SOLDIER's hand dug into the blond's spine and Cloud wailed.

Sephiroth chuckled. This was fun.

Cloud heard that smug sound. He felt so out of control and yet Sephiroth sounded like this was day at the beach. It wasn't fair, he decided and he knew just what to do about it, too. His free hand was still slick with oil. Quickly, before he could talk himself out of it, he reached over and down and poked a tentative fingertip into the General's tight ass. After all, he'd liked the sensation, maybe the General would too.

The General did. The feeling was so unexpected that Sephiroth stiffened into a rigid arch, all his muscles tight and hard as steel. He'd had things invade his body before, mainly medical instruments, but where those had been unpleasant experiments, this was something entirely different. This was something small and warm and Cloud's.

He was no longer the puppet master; he was the one controlled. Cloud wiggled his finger and Sephiroth broke out in a sweat. The blond delved deeper and the General's legs widened. He added a finger and Sephiroth writhed. The most wanton noises were emerging from his mouth. He was aware of it but, somehow, couldn't bring himself to care. As Sephiroth's focus shifted from what he was doing to what was being done to him, the hand he'd kept on Zack's spine slid down. It came to rest on a firm mound of buttock. It was a pleasing texture and it gave the silver-haired warrior something to hold on to as his world became jagged.

"Oh fuck, Cloud. So hot. You two... so hot." Zack had his breath back, even if it was quick and shallow. Without the silver-haired tormenter playing with his spine he could get his rhythm back, which he did, and he could seek out Cloud's sweet spot. He did that too. He knew he was chanting, he didn't care. He was chanting; Cloud was wailing although his noise was muffled by his mouth being wrapped around Seph's cock; and Seph, the big bad General was moaning like a pro. He could feel the tension building, in him, in them. Everybody, so fucking close. They would probably hear the three of them in Wutai.

It was fucking great.

He wondered, in passing, who would go first? Then he forgot about it, lost in the wonder of being surrounded by warm flesh; of feeling it tight around his full penis as he stroked and massaged, push, pull, push... It felt so good, even better than yesterday because this time they were all equal partners. It added a depth he hadn't expected and he tipped his head back to stop tears from escaping. His heart was being squeezed in his chest, it felt so good. He didn't want it to end.

Then he had to smile. Seph was begging... and squeezing his ass so hard it felt like the General was going to turn it into a diamond before the night was over, but even that pain felt good.

Cloud was surprised he could coordinate his breathing let alone anything else but he had to. He wanted this to be the best thing his friends had ever experienced. They were alive and they were here, pleasuring and being pleasured. He wanted to catalogue everything: long, tasty erection to be nibbled on—check; tight passage to be explored and exploited—check; squeeze Zack's cock when he pulls back but relax when he pushes in, enjoy the fullness of it—not even close; press every sight, sound and scent into his brain to be held as a precious memory—working on it.

Cloud had two fingers buried to the second knuckle now. His thumb stroked lightly over the General's sensitive perineum. He had the thick head of Sephiroth's erection in his mouth. He didn't even try to take it all in. Though he'd heard of deep-throating, he didn't want to waste the time figuring it out. Instead he sucked and licked at what he could swallow, like it was an ice-cream cone melting on a hot day, and he used his other hand to twist, squeeze and stroke at the length he couldn't fit in his mouth. When Zack hit that place inside him he'd moan and sigh but he knew that, even that, would feel good to his silver-haired lover.

Sephiroth had his eyes shut tight, his hands balled into fists or squeezing tight flesh. Unbelievable. It was unbelievable that this was real. That he was feeling these things. Never... not even before the reactor, had he ever felt this—compressed, squeezed into a space too small to contain all the sensations. He could feel the pressure building; between his shoulder blades, on his scalp, the backs of his legs but especially at the base of his spine. Too much pressure, he moaned and twisted. He didn't care that it was undignified. He just wanted—needed, relief.

...the higher the pressure the easier it is to make the material combust ... an explosion inside a pressurized vessel will first use the smallest outlet to vent ... the whole will be blown apart ... deadly fragmentation ... Old physics lectures came back to haunt him. He understood now, how it felt to be the container, knowing that it was too late. A small release of pressure wouldn't be enough to save him. He was going to blow apart…

It ripped through him, stretching him, arching him, holding his body painfully high until, with jerks and shudders, he emptied. There was no pressure, just a pleasure so intense that he was robbed of breath, thought and control. He was barely aware when Cloud, coughing and choking, retreating off his erection. He didn't notice that Cloud hadn't moved far enough away to avoid his jetting cum, or that thick, pearly drops now decorated his hair, his cheeks, his lips.

Zack noticed.

With the side of the blond's delicate face exposed to him, he could see everything; every spasm, every spurt and every thick globule that splashed on Cloud's face. In porn movies, he knew, this was the money shot. This is why the guy pulled out and let the camera's record him ejaculating, but he'd never realized what a difference it would make to his own reaction actually watching friends do it. Plus there was the look on Seph's face as he came, the look on Cloud's as he was covered with the liquid; it was too much for the SOLDIER. His rhythm broke and he could do nothing but buck his hips and curl weakly over the smaller man, as if he were afraid the force of his thrusts would rip right through the guy.

Now he was moaning. "So good, so fucking good," he whispered hoarsely again and again.

It didn't help that Cloud pushed back against him, squeezing him in time to Sephiroth's pulsing. Then he realized that the blond was doing it deliberately, as part of some sick kind of orgasmic torment, and Cloud hadn't actually lost control like he and Seph had.

That wasn't allowed, he decided. The big First braced his weight on one arm and reached around Cloud's slim waist and took a good grip on the blond's fat, little penis—'little' being a relative term because, after all, he was staring right at Seph's, still spewing, monster cock. Just about anybody would be 'little' compared to that.

"I appreciate the compliment," Sephiroth grunted and nearly made Zack jump right off of Cloud. A long, slim hand reached down and tugged on blond hair. "Cloud, turn this way. I want to see you," the General commanded and the blond obediently turned his head, blinking large, happy, smug eyes at his commanding officer.

"Continue, Commander," Sephiroth growled his order at Zack.

"Yes, Sir!" His voice was slurred, but happy. He put as much effort into torturing his friend as possible, even though all he wanted to do was collapse. He squeezed Cloud's erection while stroking it. He twisted his hand slightly. He ran fingers over the tip making sure to caress the delicate little slit. The mountain boy was starting to undulate. His eyes were clenched shut and his cheeks were filled with colour. Cloud released Sephiroth's now flaccid penis and tried to hide his face behind his hand, but the General grabbed his wrist and pulled it away.

Zack stroked. He even managed a couple thrusts into Cloud's ass but he was softening fast. It turned out it was enough though. For the second time that morning, the blond pulsed out a stream of lightly tinged semen. He groaned low in his chest. He bit his lip, trying to contain it, but both the SOLDIERs heard him clearly. His orgasm didn't last long—he was still recovering from the first one. Even before his last weak spasm, he'd collapsed onto the bed completely, panting and trembling in the aftermath.

Zack decided he had the right idea and flopped down behind him. Sephiroth made a little 'ooph' when the First's hard skull hit his thigh bone. He hadn't been expecting the action, wrapped up, as he was, in gazing at Cloud's satiated face: flushed and sweaty, and beautiful.

"'kay, wake me in the morning," the dark-haired First mumbled. He tossed one arm around the blond and snugged him in close; all comfy and ready for sleep.

"Iz morning already," Cloud responded, equally relaxed. He wrapped sticky fingers around the wrist of the hand that held his wrist—totally content with the world.

"Later morning, then."

Sephiroth coughed, whether in discomfort or laughter they'd never know. "I'm afraid it already is 'later morning'. I estimate we have maybe an hour before they blow reveille."

"Fuck," the dark-haired one said but didn't shift. "Nooo," the blond one whined and shifted closer to his lover's pearly body. Neither one bothered to open their eyes.

Looking at them, both of them so relaxed and happy, Sephiroth realized that he, too, didn't want this to end. If they took short showers, and with their enhanced speed they should manage it in under ten minutes each, they could stay like this for another thirty minutes. If they shared the facility, they could even stay here longer. Smiling, Sephiroth set his internal alarm and then he watched over his lovers' sleep, wanting to savour every second they could just be lovers before they had to step out into the world as SOLDIERs.

Unfortunately, he'd forgotten just how small his private shower was…