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If someone told Cloud a week ago that he would be sitting in the private backroom of a high class restaurant with the First Class SOLDIERs and the President of Shinra, he would have laughed so hard that he pissed himself.
The real life experience wasn’t nearly as amusing as the concept itself was.
He took a small sip of his drink, closer to tears than he was to laughter.
This was overwhelmingly awkward.
The low light of the private room made the situation feel, hmm, oddly intimate, but dangerous all the same. The dark red of the leather seat cushions combined with the dark wood of the furniture made it feel almost dream-like. The group in front of him were all wearing suits, formal, and he felt out of place. Whoever had organized this told him to come to this meeting as he normally would to a date.
The scooped neckline of the dark, tight shirt he’d chosen felt almost humiliating in this context.
He hadn’t known what to expect from the cold call from Shinra he’d gotten a few days ago, but this was entirely separate from what he’d considered to be in the realm of possibility.
To be frank, he’d thought he was in trouble, despite his job being entirely legal. Not to mention the fact that Shinra couldn’t discipline him, but he couldn’t help but be concerned.
“You’ve read over the proposal I sent to you, correct?” The President asked, breaking the silence with a voice that was velvety-smooth and Cloud nodded, relieved that there was now something for them to actually talk about.
Apparently, they needed to hire an omega for a few of the alpha SOLDIERs. Continued property damage during ruts was the main point of concern, at least according to the proposal. He just hadn’t expected that it would be the Firsts that needed help, he’d assumed that they had more control over themselves.
“Of course,” he said, not liking the rising ire he could smell radiating from the red-haired First. “I’m just curious, why are you coming to me for this job?” If there was anything the company had, it was options. Cloud couldn’t help but wonder why they had chosen him from all the omegas that advertised themselves as rut companions.
The Firsts shifted, nearly all of them looking as uneasy as he felt, save for Sephiroth (and wasn’t that interesting?) as the President answered, completely unruffled. “We keep track of who our SOLDIERs share their ruts with. You stood out from the others. It’s not every day that an omega will allow a SOLDIER to share more than one rut with them.”
Fucking Roche. Cloud should have guessed that he’d had something to do with this.
There was an unspoken question hiding underneath the President’s words and Cloud figured it would be best to answer, not wanting to drag this conversation out for longer than was necessary.
“The SOLDIER was fine, enthusiastic maybe, but nothing I couldn’t handle.” There was a snort from one of the Firsts, the younger one with the spiky hair, and Cloud fought to keep his face straight. The President raised a brow and he stared back, refusing to back down.
It wasn’t like he was lying. Roche had been intense, but Cloud had dealt with worse when he worked with Corneo.
“It is for that reason that we chose you.” The President said, evidently accepting his answer. “It’s difficult to find omegas that are willing to face a SOLDIER in rut more than once, let alone regularly.” His eyes turned dangerous and Cloud narrowed his own as his voice turned lower. “There also weren’t any issues with pregnancy, quite difficult to find an omega that is trustworthy in that regard.”
Cloud shivered, suddenly feeling cold. “I’m on birth control. I don’t intend on ever getting pregnant.”
The President kept pushing, gaze severe. “And in the likelihood that you were to fall pregnant?”
“I would get rid of it.” Cloud snapped, his irritation rising to the surface before he was able to tamp it down. He could feel the way the alphas startled and he continued, not appreciating the scrutiny. “When I said I don’t intend on ever getting pregnant, I meant it. Not all omegas want to trap every SOLDIER they see with a child. I don’t appreciate the insinuation.”
It took a moment but the President huffed out a short laugh, just before Cloud could begin to fear that he’d said something wrong or offended him somehow.
“We’ll hold you to that if you accept the job.”
He sounded so smug that Cloud was already irritated. There was a pause over their group for a moment, before he acquiesced with a nod, the President starting up once again. “If you accept the offer, you will be paid per rut day that you work. Your normal rate that you advertised will be increased, the company plans on being generous if you are able to work with us. STD tests will be required before each rut, as will pregnancy tests each month. You are permitted to work with other clients, but we will take priority over them.” A thin smile, Cloud watched as the man absentmindedly picked up his wine glass. “Are there any conditions that you require, personally?”
He shot a glance towards the Firsts, taking in their artificially neutral expressions for a moment before speaking. “I need all of that in writing, first off. I also refuse to be marked during sessions. I require that I wear a rut collar to keep it from happening.”
All the close calls he’d had when alphas mouthed at his neck, their teeth almost piercing through the thick leather to mark him properly, played in the back of his mind. He’d be damned if he went in there with a bare neck.
“It’s a hard limit, I’ll refuse the deal if you won’t allow me that.” He finished, watching the thin smile on the President’s face shift into something a touch more genuine. Not enough to take away all his worries, but enough to humanize him a little.
“Perfectly understandable. I have a contract here with me that you can sign at your leisure. We just require that it is turned in before the end of this week, to give you some time to think it over.” He was hard to read. Cloud didn’t like it. At least the scummier types he’d worked with before were blatant about it, reveled in it, even. This man was more difficult to get a proper read of.
“Alright,” he said, eyeing the way the President took a quick swallow of his wine, his Adams apple bobbing with the action.
“Perfect,” the President said, standing with little flourish, bringing his glass with him as he turned, waving lazily with his free hand. “I’ll leave you all to discuss privately. A bit of chemistry will be necessary for this to work out, I’m certain.”
The door closed behind him and Cloud blinked, thrown off for a moment before one of the Firsts cleared his throat, voice rough. “So-“ one of the dark haired ones spoke, the one with the face scar that had laughed earlier. “It’s nice to meet you. This must be a lot, huh?” He grinned, smile wide and bright and Cloud was grateful that he’d steamrolled through the residual tension.
He let a small smile slip over his face, lips curling a bit. “A little, I’ve had worse business meetings though, so it wasn’t too bad.” The man grinned, still energetic. A sharp snort from one of the others made him grimace, though, and Cloud glanced over at the one that had done it.
“Business is quite a strong word for it.” The red haired man grumbled, moving to grab his own glass of wine, nursing it with a scowl on his face.
Cloud wasn’t in the mood to even begin to have that argument. He ignored him with a wan smile, “I don’t think I introduced myself to you guys yet. You can call me Cloud if you want.” The irritation he could smell from the man was heavy, masculine with a hint of spice to it that stuck to the back of Cloud’s throat.
The smiley one gave him a look of encouragement, and Cloud could see the relief in his face. “I’m Zack, it’s cool to meet you!” He gestured to the man to his left, who gave Cloud a politely distant smile. If anything, it was comforting that he wasn’t the only one who felt out of their element.
“Angeal, I’m Angeal.”
“Genesis,” the introduction was almost spat out and Cloud ignored it. He’d dealt with ruder people before, it wasn’t as if it was the end of the world.
Sephiroth gave him a look, head tilting just a little to the side as he examined Cloud for a brief moment. “I’m Sephiroth,” he said, evidently working through the thoughts that had been giving him pause. Cloud nodded, the drink in his hands slowly growing warmer as his body heat seeped into the glass. He knew who Sephiroth was, he figured that it would be fairly difficult to find someone in Midgar who didn’t, but letting the man introduce himself wasn’t much of a hardship.
Zack laughed, breaking the brief silence that had settled over them, a huff of air that sounded almost forced, his emerging discomfort palpable. “So you’re good at dealing with SOLDIERs when they’re in rut?” There was an edge of something to his voice that Cloud couldn’t place.
Well, it was better just to push forward.
“Yeah,” he said, leaning back in his seat, hearing the leather of it creak slightly as he settled his weight into it. “It’s intense, yeah, but not too bad. I’ll be able to help you guys through your ruts if you need me to.” He tried to soothe him, unruffle any feathers that were out of place.
Genesis saw through his passive language, snorting as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You say that as if we have much choice in the matter.” His words were sharp and Cloud blinked, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach when none of the other Firsts moved to correct him.
Zack averted his eyes, looking instead at the floor as Angeal did the same. Sephiroth still staring at him with the same unnatural gaze, as if he was searching him for answers Cloud wasn’t sure he had.
“If you’re being forced into this, just tell me and I can leave.” He said, straightening in his seat, unease rapidly shifting into a burning anger. If the President was trying to force them into this then Cloud was going to be as combative as possible, potential profits be damned. “I’ll talk to the other omegas I know and get them to blacklist Shinra as a customer too.”
He tightened his hands into fists, feeling his fingernails bite into his palms. If Shinra was daring to ask him to do something like this, then he would do what he could to fuck up their plans.
Genesis looked at him, eyes searching, as Zack spoke, voice less stilted than it had been before, as if he was growing more comfortable. Fuck, Cloud should’ve noticed something was wrong here. “It’s not that we’re being forced, really, it’s just that we don’t have many more options at this point.” His eyebrows furrowed and Cloud felt the urge to reach over and smooth it out. “Shinra has been, well, accommodating. But it’s difficult to adjust to ruts when we have Mako enhancements.” He laughed, but Cloud could tell that it was more for show than anything else.
Cloud had heard about those before, the enhancements, mentioned distantly at first, and then outright brought up by Roche the first few times they were together. He frowned, mulling over his words for a moment before speaking, his voice softer than normal. “Difficult how? The only thing that was mentioned to me was property damage, so I don’t know much about your guys’s situation.”
He watched as Zack glanced over at Angeal, the other alpha sighing, answering with a low voice, an edge of embarrassment to it. “Before the enhancements it was easier to control mood swings and the general desires that come from ruts. It’s become exponentially more difficult to manage, however, as time goes on. Grinning and bearing it has become near impossible.”
That sounded terrible.
His mind strayed back to the aphrodisiacs that Corneo would use to drag their heats out, and he shivered, gathering himself after a quick moment. No one deserved to feel that way.
“So you just need an omega that can handle a few days of rough treatment, right?” He asked, still keeping his voice gentle, eyeing the way the tips of Zack’s ears pinked. “To even out the hormones and everything, yeah?”
It happened, sometimes. It wasn’t common, though. Most of the time ruts could be handled by themselves fairly easily. It spoke volumes about just how much the Mako enhancements effected them.
“Yeah,” Zack rasped, answering on behalf of Angeal, the larger alpha looking briefly pained.
An uneasy silence settled over them all, Sephiroth breaking it with a small breath, his expression unchanging. “Under normal circumstances, having a partner in general would suffice. From what I’ve learned, this is a hormonal issue that we are having.” Hmm.
Cloud had a feeling that they were leaving something out, but he wasn’t sure. Oh well, it wasn’t like he could press for more information. He couldn’t imagine any situation where pressing the issue right now would work out in his favor. It was best to let them lead the conversation.
“Okay, that makes sense.” He said, glancing down at his cup, the amber liquid inside providing him with no answers. He pursed his lips for a brief moment, looking back up at them once he gathered the courage. “I’ll be able to help you out, but only if you would be fine with it. Consent is also a requirement for me, I’m not going to touch you if you wouldn’t be alright with it.”
Genesis huffed, but didn’t speak, staring at his own drink as Zack gave him a smile, tired, but genuine. “That makes me feel better about this all, really.” A pause, his smile turning more devious. “You work with a lot of alphas during their ruts, right? You’re pretty good at this talking thing.”
That startled a laugh out of him.
Of all things he’d been told he was good at, talking was not one of them.
“Pretty frequently, yeah. It is my job.” He smiled, taking a sip from his drink and resisting the urge to grimace when it was lukewarm. “I’m alright with pretty much anything during your ruts. I’m sure you guys wouldn’t be able to come up with something that I haven’t done already.”
That earned him a snort from Angeal, an odd feeling of success filling him at the realization that he’d made him laugh.
Genesis spoke, after a brief pause, his gaze calculating. “You do realize that if you agree to this, you may be in over your head, right?” Oh, Cloud already felt overwhelmed with this situation, but they didn’t have to know that.
“If I’m in over my head, then we can renegotiate things in the future.” He said, answering in the most neutral way possible. If the finer details of the contract truly didn’t work out in his favor, then he could simply refuse to sign it. The lack of stress that an immediate response normally required was like a breath of fresh air.
Genesis gave him a long look, as if he was trying to read him. Cloud had no idea what he was looking for.
Being constantly picked apart and analyzed for answers was beginning to wear him down.
It was Zack that spoke, sounding distantly relieved. “Okay, yeah, I think you’re honestly our best option at this point.” He gave him an embarrassed smile, moving to rub at the back of his head. “We’ve met with a few others and it hasn’t gone that well.”
Yeah, Cloud could imagine that it wouldn’t.
He gave him an amused smile, feeling a little warm at that. “It happens. Arrangements like this aren’t that common, they might have gotten scared off because of it.” Normally, discussions with service omegas only involved one other person. Four was honestly pushing it. This was edging into risky territory, even for Cloud. He paused, mentally going back over the conversation and speaking up again, more tentatively. “This is time sensitive, isn’t it?”
The silence that followed his words was the only answer he needed. Zack speaking after a moment, but Cloud could tell it was reluctant. “Yeah, our ruts are gonna be soon. We’re figuring stuff out before it happens but we’re cutting it close.” He figured. He could almost taste the tension in the room on his tongue.
“That makes sense.”
This entire situation was throwing him off. It felt, well, weird. Weird that the Firsts were admitting to having control issues.
Cloud had always assumed they were the epitome of self control, turns out he was wrong.
A knock at the door drew their attention, and Cloud straightened as the President stepped back into the room. Another insincere smile was thrown his way and frankly, Cloud was growing sick of it.
“I do hope you all became acquainted during my absence.” He said, and Cloud answered with a stiff nod, fidgeting and picking at his fingernails just to have something to distract himself with. “Mr. Strife,” he looked up, quietly accepting the stack of papers the President handed to him. “Unless there are any more questions that you need answered, I believe that we may be done here.”
He blinked, looking down at the papers and feeling an odd thrill at the realization that it was a contract.
“Uh, no questions, but-” He said, awkward, eyes darting back up to look at the President. “Can you send me a digital copy of the contract as well?” Keeping his records straight was going to be necessary, here.
The President gave him a wan smile as he settled back into his seat. The Firsts were uncharacteristically (at least, Cloud got the impression that it was out of character) silent as the man spoke. “Of course, of course. Anything else?”
His tone made him feel embarrassed for even asking in the first place, he could feel his cheeks heat. “No, thank you.” He stood, setting his unfinished drink on the table as he moved to leave. “I’ll be sure to get back to you with a reply soon.”
“Be sure you do that.” The President said, his voice dry, and Cloud opened the door, exiting with a small “goodbye.”
He didn’t allow himself to relax until he could hear the door click shut behind him.
The hallway was blessedly empty, and he gave himself a moment to hang his head, embarrassment threatening to overwhelm him.
A thin sigh left him and he moved his free hand up to rub at his eyes, already tired.
Well, it was time for him to back to his apartment and scream into a pillow for three hours straight.
Fuck, this was already a headache.
-
It had been two days since the meeting and Cloud was certain that the contract was going to burn a hole through his coffee table.
It looked innocent enough but Cloud knew better.
He just couldn’t force himself to part with it, though.
Every time he thought about this ridiculous situation that had been thrown at him without warning, he wanted to scream. It was embarrassing having the higher ups at a company like Shinra know who he was, and even more embarrassing that they knew who he was because he had an apparent reputation as one of the only sex workers that could handle SOLDIERs.
He normally prided himself in his stamina but this was a different type of humiliation.
But still , every time he went to throw away the contract, or went to email a rejection back to the President, he paused.
It was all the Firsts fault.
Zack hadn’t done much to reassure him that they weren’t really being forced, not that Cloud could blame him, he wouldn’t put it past the higher ups to have monitored their conversation.
And, to be fair, Cloud had also exaggerated the willingness of the other sex workers he knew. He would hope that a majority of them would be willing to blacklist Shinra, but he knew more than a handful that would be thrilled for the opportunity to be with the Firsts, despite the potential for bodily harm. As much as it burned him to say, the President was right in the sense that a few omegas would attempt to get pregnant from one of them.
Sephiroth, especially. Cloud didn’t even want to think about what some of the scummier service omegas would be willing to do.
Cloud found himself sympathizing with the Firsts more than he necessarily liked.
A sigh left him and he massaged at his temples, overlooking the contract for the umpteenth time, being careful to scan for any potential issues.
It was fair, more than fair. Not to mention the payment they were offering him. Fuck, he could get rid of over half of his clients right now if he went through with it.
That alone was almost enough to convince him.
He looked down at the forms, eyes tired, another sigh forcing its way from his mouth as he finally caved, reaching for the pen he’d left on the table.
Whatever, if this worked out terribly he could always sign the offered NDA and back out of the agreement. The contract had emphasized that as an option more than once.
The finality of the signature had his stomach twisting, and he grimaced.
Fuck.
-
The relief in the email he received after alerting them that he was going through it was almost palpable, and it was almost reassuring to sense the desperation.
It made him feel like he had at least some weight in this situation.
It might be scummy of him but he knew better than to walk into situations where he held no power.
The President went over more details with him, reintroducing himself as Rufus, asking Cloud to call him that now that the agreement was finalized. He got a magnetic card and ID that allowed him to move freely through the necessary spaces, a shipment of the Shinra-grade birth control they were requiring him to use, and had an STD test, being cleared after the results came back clean.
After that, though, it was a waiting game.
Apparently he was going to be contacted when one of the Firsts required his help.
Interesting.
He stress-ate an entire carton of ice cream the first night of waiting, but was able to get ahold of himself as the days dragged on.
Cloud knew it was going to happen eventually, he did, but when his phone chimed with the Shinra-specific ringtone he’d assigned to it, he felt the same dread from before churn in his gut.
A breath left him and he braced himself as he opened his phone, scanning the message as his mind tried to make sense of the words there.
First Class SOLDIER Zack Fair has started his rut. Your assistance is required within the hour.
Okay. He blinked, setting his phone down on the table with a click and pausing, having to look at it a second time. Okay. Okay. They really did not give him any time to prepare, huh?
You can do it, Cloud. He reassured himself, breathing in deep and starting towards his bedroom, mentally cataloguing all the things he would need to bring. This is your job, if there’s anything you’re good at, it’s your job.
He wrenched opened his closet door, falling to his knees and pulling out the plastic tub of toys he’d collected over the years.
The sizes and shapes varied, the smell of the toy cleanser he used making his nose twitch in irritation.
When he found what he was looking for, a relieved sigh left him. Thank goodness.
Alright, well, he better get to work. He didn’t have much time to prepare.
-
When the security guards and secretaries let him through the building with just a flash of his card, apparently having been briefed on the situation, he was so relieved he felt weak with it.
The interior of the Shinra building was a winding maze, and he had to be redirected more than once to the housing areas.
The First Class SOLDIERs had their own floor entirely to themselves, their apartments probably exponentially larger than the other Classes, and Cloud was grateful for it. Alphas tended to get possessive during their ruts and Cloud didn’t even want to consider how that may be impacted by the SOLDIER status. The cold air of the building made him shiver, feeling vaguely uncomfortable and over-hot in his outfit, his body realizing that something was about to happen and winding itself up in preparation.
He stepped through the hallway, the silence of it feeling nearly oppressive, as he scanned for the room number he’d been given in the follow-up text.
Somehow he’d managed to be five minutes early, even with everything that he’d had to do, and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling the first-time jitters he got every time he met with a new client.
When he smelled just the smallest hint of musk permeate the hallway, he knew he was in the right place. His nose twitched and he followed the direction the scent was coming from, his concerns melting away when he could smell the edge of pain that was infecting the warm scent.
That wasn’t good at all. If anything, heats were the cycles that were meant to be painful. If he was in pain then it must be unimaginably severe.
He paused in front of the door, nose twitching again as he moved to knock at it.
The door opened before he got a chance to even touch the metal, the sudden movement startling a flinch out of him. He blinked, having to crane his neck up to make eye contact with the SOLDIER. Zack looked back down at him, his eyes half lidded and glassy and Cloud swallowed, the scent washing over him, overwhelming him for a brief moment. A hand wrapped around his forearm, pulling him into the space, and he let himself be maneuvered.
His grip was firm, insistent, but not painful, and it was hot, Cloud could feel the heat radiating off the alpha as he was pulled closer towards him.
“Zack-“ He said, words cutting off as the alpha grunted, slamming the door shut with a sharp sound and crowding him towards the wall. He stepped backwards, movements uneasy as he tried to steady himself, Zack leaning further into his space. Cloud huffed out a breath, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud. The hand let go of from his arm, moving instead to grip at his hips, squeezing and kneading at his skin as Zack buried his head into the meat of Cloud’s neck.
For a moment, they were both quiet, save for the sound of Zack’s panting as he breathed in Cloud’s scent.
He opened his mouth, just a little, breathing in and taking in the alpha’s scent. Allspice and cedar coated his tongue, fiery undertones that reminded him of cooked meat hit the back of his throat and he swallowed, hearing his throat click. There was still an air of pain to it, metallic, and when a tremor ran through Zack, he could smell it flare up again.
He risked moving his hand up to scratch at Zack’s scalp, the guttural moan that left the alpha in response to it told him all he needed to know. “Good boy,” Cloud murmured, voice low, shivering at the warm puff of air breathed into his shoulder in response to that. “Can you tell me what you need?” He asked, moving his free hand to press lightly at Zack’s stomach, the alpha burying his nose deeper into Cloud’s throat in response.
A heavy, open-mouthed kiss was pressed against his neck and he shivered again, scratching again at Zack’s scalp, the hair already growing wet with sweat.
With the hand he’d pressed against his stomach, Cloud began tracing the lines of the muscles he could feel. They were corded and strong, jumping underneath his gentle touch as strain made them tremble with exertion, and he kept going, satisfaction filling him when he could feel them finally relax underneath his fingertips.
Zack rumbled, the sound of it deep and soothing and Cloud let himself relax. The cool wall behind him was rapidly heating up and he breathed in carefully, scenting at the air and making sure that everything was alright, that the pain hadn’t flared up again.
There was still a bit of the pain from earlier, most likely from the strain this had to be causing the alpha, but he was relieved to learn that it had gone down, at least a little.
Zack still had yet to answer him and Cloud was worried. If he was already going non-verbal on him then this was going to be a difficult few days. “Zack, come on, tell me what you need.” He tried to goad him into answering, sucking in a heavy breath when the alpha pressed a meaty thigh in between his legs.
The warmth was almost overwhelming, his stomach tightened around nothing and he could feel himself slowly growing wet at the intense scent.
“Cloud,” Zack grunted, voice low, and relief made him feel weak. Okay, okay, that was all he needed.
Zack’s hands moved underneath his shirt, calloused hands pressing against the soft skin of his stomach and Cloud sighed, shifting and allowing the alpha to pull it up and over his head. A pleased sound left him, Zack pressing another kiss against his neck as he tossed the fabric out of their way.
Cloud unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking lightly as he toed his boots off. Skin to skin contact would hopefully reduce the alpha’s feral behavior and he was more than willing to help.
His clothes pooled on the floor and Zack let out a pleased noise, deep in his throat, his hands moving to knead at Cloud’s thighs. Cloud let out a thin breath, the sensation warm and pleasant, Zack’s motions were gentle, despite his heavy panting.
If he was like this on the first day of his rut, Cloud had no idea what he would be like on his third, or fourth, day without a partner.
Well, he thought to himself, letting a soft moan slip out of him as Zack licked a heavy line up the side of his neck, skating over the collar Cloud had clipped on. I shouldn’t worry about that now. I need to get busy with work.
Zack’s fingers twitched as he dragged them over Cloud’s ass, the flesh pliant and flexible under his touch, and Cloud hitched a leg up around his hip. Zack huffed out another breath, the warmth of it making him shiver, as he moved one hand up to grip at his thigh, holding it up higher against him. The other hand kneaded at his ass, the fingers quietly demanding, and Cloud let out an airy laugh.
“Here, look,” he rasped, freeing one of his hands to reach behind himself, feeling Zack pause for a moment. Cloud grinned, moving to touch at the plastic end of the plug he’d fit into himself. He grabbed it, easing it out of himself with a slick sound, both his holes twitching at the loss. He pulled it out, clenching around nothing for a moment as his cock twitched against Zack’s stomach. He held it up to the other with a grin, watching as Zack’s eyes dilated, the darkness of his pupils entirely consuming his irises.
Cloud tossed the plug out of the way, hearing it land on the floor with a thud. “I prepped myself, you can, ah-“ he cut himself off, the large fingers pressing into the hole he’d opened. A pleased rumble ran through Zack and Cloud sighed, high and thin as two fingers filled him at once.
The alpha was panting, his cheeks pinking, and Cloud moaned, his cunt dripping when the callouses of his fingers rubbed against his insides. “Good boy, add another.” He hurried him forward, tightening his leg around Zack’s waist as the alpha growled, pulling Cloud up and against himself, the omega feeling weightless as his other foot left the ground. He hooked the other one around as well, the alpha supporting most of his weight as the wall behind him carried the rest.
A third finger went in alongside the others and Cloud grunted, burying his face into Zack’s neck and drinking the heavy scent. It was warm and thick and his eyes went half lidded as Zack’s fingers dragged a pleasant burn through his insides.
Cloud let out a thin moan, the sound of it muffled by Zack’s shoulder as the alpha purred, the sound low and deep in his chest as his fingers slipped out of him.
Cloud braced himself, feeling the warm, fat head of Zack’s cock press against his cunt. He relaxed, the motion practiced, a staggered moan leaving him as it eased inside.
Zack panted against his own shoulder, he could feel the drool dribbling down the alpha’s chin, and the bite against the muscled part of his shoulder was entirely expected. “There you- ah- go. Come on, alpha.” He said, feeling entirely too sticky and hot as Zack pressed inside him.
He was huge and hot, warm and heavy, and Cloud spread his legs as much as he could manage in this position. The wall against his back was firm and solid and he sagged against it as Zack’s cock carved its way inside him.
The alpha’s hands gripped his ass, careful, still scratching his skin despite his attempts at being gentle. A weak whine left the alpha, and Cloud moved one of his arms back up again to scratch at his scalp, dragging his fingers through the wild, tangled length in an attempt to offer him comfort.
How he was so far gone into his rut, and still able to be gentle was a mystery to him, but he was relieved despite it.
When Zack bottomed out inside him, their hips pressed flush against each other, their chests burning against each other, Cloud forgot to breathe for a second. The velvety push-pull of Zack pulling back and fucking back inside him had his toes curling, and Cloud gripped at his hair, his other hand holding onto the alpha’s shoulders like a lifeline.
He could feel the slick dripping from his cunt, the sounds of it filling the space as Zack fucked into him. The alpha growled and Cloud twitched, cunt tightening around him at the sound of it. The sensation of his cock rubbing against their stomachs, caught in between them, had him groaning. “Yes, yes, come on, alpha, you’re doing so good.” He praised him, voice wavery and thin and he surprised himself when he realized he wasn’t lying.
Fuck.
Zack sped up, his fingers tightening where they gripped at Cloud’s ass and he felt dizzy with it, oddly weightless as Zack used his body to chase his own high.
The alpha moaned, low and deep, the scent between them growing headier as he bit into Cloud’s shoulder again. A punched-out groan left him as he felt his skin break, shivering in the alpha’s arms as he licked the wound, the warm lap of it making his head spin.
It hurt, but in a way that had him writhing for more.
Cloud moaned, the slapping sound of skin-on-skin picking up as Zack fucked him. He wrapped his legs harder around his middle, the hard muscle of the SOLDIER driving him crazy. Cloud could feel it as it rippled underneath his skin.
The slick sounds of their movements was obscene, Cloud hardly remembering to do his job and circle his hips, encouraging Zack to go faster, go harder.
Zack’s claws raked against his ass, scoring lines in their wake, and Cloud’s back arched at the sensation.
When the base of his cock tugged at the edges of his cunt, he gasped, knowing what was going to happen. “G-Good boy,” he moaned, throwing his head back as Zack sped up further, like he was just a fuck doll for him to use. The feeling of his knot growing inside him was driving him crazy. Cloud swallowed, knowing he’d drooled on himself. “Knot me, come on, knot me.” He begged, tightening his legs around Zack’s waist, hooking them around each other, burying both his hands into his wild hair and pulling, goading him on.
He could feel the rumble of Zack’s chest against his own, and he twitched, body jolting as Zack fucked him just right-
He came with a shout, cock twitching in between them as his cunt clenched around Zack’s cock, gushing enough that Cloud could hear it when it splattered against the ground. He was warm, heavy, head spinning, legs twitching as Zack thrusted once, twice more before spilling into him.
A weak moan left him, the fiery rush of cum inside him almost secondary to the new, massive weight of Zack’s knot, his length pressing against his insides in a way that made him want to cry.
He panted, hearing Zack’s frantic breaths from where the man was burying his face into Cloud’s neck.
He closed his eyes, having to take a moment to refocus and gather himself.
Zack was trembling as he held him, and Cloud could feel the muscle straining underneath him. He had no idea how much time passed until Zack spoke, Cloud having to force himself out of the fuzzy state of mind he’d slipped into.
“Cloud?” He said and Cloud grunted, face scrunching up as Zack lapped gently at the bite mark he’d left, as if trying to soothe an ache that was hardly there. “You’re okay, right?” Even sounding tired and worn out, Zack still had concern for him.
He let out a soft laugh, twitching when the motion of it made Zack’s knot tug against his hole. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Do you feel better?” He rasped, leaning back far enough to look Zack in the eyes, scratching at his scalp and feeling oddly soft when the alpha leaned into his touch.
The alpha hummed his confirmation, rubbing apologetic circles into Cloud’s ass. “I didn’t mean to break skin,” his voice was still apologetic, and Cloud let out a sigh, pressing a small kiss into his jaw, against the scar that had caught his eye the first time he saw him.
“You’re alright,” he said, an uneven breath stuttering out of him when Zack adjusted his grip, jostling him where his knot held them together. “Sit down, I know you’re tired.” He prompted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes when Zack listened and sat them down right where they’d just been standing.
Cloud could feel him tense up when he sat in the slick that had long since cooled, and it took all his self control to keep from laughing.
Zack smelled lighter now, clearer, and he was relieved.
The alpha kept rubbing at his damaged skin, kept lapping at the bite marks as if that was enough to heal them, and Cloud busied himself with carding his fingers through his long hair.
They were quiet for a long while, until Zack’s knot had gone down enough for him to pull out of Cloud. A groan forced its way from his mouth as his cunt clenched around nothing, the excess slick and cum pooling out of him in a gush. The sound it made when it dribbled against the floor had the his cheeks pinking in embarrassment, Zack’s fingers squeezing his hips.
He eyed the alpha, watching with amusement at how wide his eyes were.
His cheeks were an appealing shade, and Cloud had to hold himself back from rubbing his thumbs over his cheekbones. “Do you want to clean it up now or later?” Cloud asked, unable to keep the amusement from his voice as Zack broke out into a bright grin, the smile completely transforming his face.
“We should probably do it now, I feel a lot better.” Cloud smiled back, feeling lighter at the sight of the alpha’s infectious glee.
His heartbeat stuttered in his chest, though, when Zack looked back down, lightly tracing his lower stomach with the pads of his fingers. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” He said, staring down at the deep red tattoo that covered the lower part of his stomach, underneath his bellybutton.
Cloud swallowed, vaguely nauseated as he watched Zack trace at the design.
He hated it.
It was a gaudy heart, elaborate and winding with curling designs surrounding it, the line work delicate.
He knew it was pretty, that it was appealing, but that didn’t change how he felt about it.
Zack must have noticed his mood change, because he looked back at him, his grin shifting to a look of concern. “Uh,” Zack blinked, moving his hands away from Cloud’s stomach. “You don’t like it?” He had no idea what his expression looked like, but it had to have been obvious enough from the amount of concern in his voice.
He forced out a laugh, moving to clamber off Zack’s lap, legs trembling. “Not really, it’s kinda ugly.” He grinned, relief filling him when Zack accepted his words with a wary nod.
He walked on wobbly legs, feeling the liquid drip down his thighs as he reached to grab his clothes, blinking when Zack moved to grab them first. The alpha shot him a grin, apparently as willing to move past the awkward mood as he was. “I’ll clean and we can go to my room after. I’ll probably be ready to go again soon.” The last part was said with a small laugh, and Cloud smiled despite himself, his poor mood filtering away.
“That sounds good,” he said, relieved that Zack seemed to be doing well.
He’d been, well, he’d been worried. There was still the underlying wariness that he had towards Rufus for setting this entire situation up, and he’d wanted to be as careful as possible.
Zack didn’t smell upset though, didn’t look upset even when he cleaned their mess up with the paper towels he’d grabbed from the kitchen, and when he pulled Cloud towards his bedroom, his movements turning a little frantic, he smelled almost excited.
Cloud smiled, hating how fond he already felt towards him.