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zack’s in the middle of getting dressed for tifa’s party when gen steps out of the bathroom, the click-clack of his heels immediately drawing zack’s full attention--

--and just like that, the ex-soldier finds all the oxygen in the room has mysteriously vanished, consumed by the firestorm that is genesis.

zack’s gaze (heh, gayze) wanders up from the heels, shiny red pumps that just barely peek out from a low, low hem, follows the delicious line of gen’s silky smooth exposed calf, knee, and thigh to where the creamy, freckled skin disappears beneath gen’s dress. and oh gaia, gen’s dress. it’s blood red, satin, draped so elegantly over gen’s long, long legs, with a sheer shimmery trim hemming the high, high slit on his left--the trim gets thicker near the bottom of the skirt, and when zack focuses he can see it’s spun through with threads of gold. his eyes snap back up to gen’s waist, already high but pulled higher by the elegant black fabric belted around his middle that’s secured with a brilliant gold buckle in the shape of a sunburst, and then gen shifts just so and the buckle catches on the overhead light, sending beams of refracted light shooting across zack’s vision. then (as the inside of his mouth grows damper with spit, his tongue flicking out unconsciously to pass over his lip) he follows the curve of gen’s unfairly high waist even higher, up past the swell of his pecs to his broad, bare, freckled shoulders, and from there to a gorgeous high neckline, where the deep blood red of the dress blends seamlessly into a high black collar. it reminds zack of their old uniforms, back at shinra, in a really really hot way. damn, he’s getting horny just looking at his partner, standing there leaned against the doorframe.

and holy shit, zack hasn’t even seen his face yet, which is the whole reason gen was even in the bathroom.

before zack has a chance to breathe, though, much less fully process everything he’s just drunk in like a man dying of dehydration, genesis speaks.

hm, puppy, like what you see? he smirks, and zack is torn between watching his hand--gloved, more satin, black this time; it goes up to just past his elbow and fits so well--settle on his hip or his lips--red, plush, way too fucking kissable for how soon they have to leave--move in that damnable way, curling at the edges. genesis is perfectly aware of zack’s inability to look away, zack knows. he definitely did this on purpose, trying to make all the thoughts leak out of zack’s ears before they can even leave the damn house.

and, godsdammit, it’s working.

he doesn’t think he can give gen a verbal answer right now, not with the way his eyes have locked themselves on the way gen’s face looks. there’s a subtle smokey flair around his piercing mako green eyes, a hint of gold sparkles amidst the black eyeshadow. a dusting of blush graces his high cheekbones, and there’s a bit of highlighter on the bridge of his nose, and probably somewhere else on his face but now zack’s attention has zeroed in on each individual one of gen’s freckles, which he has meticulously and immaculately made sure are still visible even through the makeup. zack would fall down and weep, worship on his knees right now at the absolute visage before him if he weren’t still in the middle of putting his pants on.

oh shit. his pants! wait, no, there’s something more concerning: his lungs! has he breathed this entire time? he’s been too busy devouring genesis with his eyes to remember such stupid things like breathing, apparently--his lungs are on fire, and he draws in the deepest, longest breath of his life as soon as he realises.

genesis just laughs, in that cruel way of his that gets zack’s heart beating overtime.

(to be honest, zack’s still a little terrified of the man. this may or may not be a serious turn-on for the both of them, and also definitely feeds gen’s already massive ego.)

(zack also doesn’t really see the issue with this, not when it gets him fucked harder than a shinra train crash on the regular.)

unfrozen, now, and breathing again, zack goes right back to struggling his way into his pants. his tight leather pants that make his ass look so good, and while he’s not looking to get fucked by anyone other than his partners tonight, he is fishing for compliments. he likes it when he looks hot, okay? but seriously these pants are tight, and the packer he has in his jockstrap (oh, right, he’s standing around in his jockstrap and a well-fitting shirt and nothing else, he forgot, shit--) is making his job far. more. difficult. than he’d originally anticipated.

well, shit.

gen, he groans after what feels like an eternity but was probably closer to less than a minute, quit your standin’ around ‘n’ help me get these pants on.

genesis laughs at him again but steps over after a moment anyways, his heels click-clacking again on the hardwood floor.

with the heels, genesis absolutely towers over zack, and, well, that does things to a man. especially a man who’s been in the talon grip of lust since the bathroom door opened, however many minutes ago that was now. and genesis, as ever, is not helping. not with zack’s increasingly desperate arousal, at least. he’s definitely helping with the pants.

if ya wanted to palm my crotch, zack quips as one of gen’s hands roughly grab at his jockstrap to keep it in place as they collectively tug the leather pants up zack’s hips, ya coulda just asked.

he gets a light smack against his now-clothed ass for that, which, again, is not helping the situation developing in his crotch.

gen, pleeeeeeease, he whines. (he’s definitely not beating the puppy allegations tonight.)

finished getting dressed, puppy. we have a party awaiting us, gen coos instead, removing his hands from zack entirely and stepping back. i’ll be in the living room, saying goodbye to our darlings geal and seph.

and with that, he disappears down the hall.

angeal and sephiroth aren’t going to the party. it’s the third anniversary of the rebuilt seventh heaven, which means the whole avalanche gang is throwing a massive party at the bar. everyone’s invited: cloud’s old travel companions, all of the turks, kunsel and cissnei, angeal, genesis, himself, even seph; and of course, the whole neighborhood, which really adds up to most everyone in edge. not rufus, though, because that asshole is a bag of dicks who can go fuck himself with a splintery broom. to be honest, zack’s honestly surprised tifa was willing to invite seph. it’s been maybe a year since gen... since zack himself came back, and less than that since seph did, and zack knows tifa wouldn’t have even dared invite seph if aerith hadn’t talked her into it. seph’s not the same person tifa’s so afraid of though, not anymore; aerith made sure of that.

the thing is, though, is that seph just doesn’t do parties. also she’s been eating herself alive with the guilt she feels, which isn’t helped when everyone who doesn’t live in their house at least part-time has the first and immediate (and sometimes only) reaction to point weapons at her. so, yeah, she’s not going. angeal, being an actual living saint, is staying home with her so that she isn’t lonely. and cloud...

well.

cloud is out on an urgent overnight delivery, to like, kalm or healen or maybe further east, and won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, which means it’s really just genesis and zack headed over from their house tonight. (he loves that it’s their house, that they have a house, that aerith came back and dragged angeal and seph with her, that seph isn’t insane anymore and is doing so much better, that genesis isn’t insane anymore either cause he’s actually pretty nice when you get to know him, believe it or not, did he mention that he loves that this is their house?)

(they have a house! it’s got real hardwood floors! cloud helped build it and it’s only a couple blocks away from seventh heaven and it’s theirs! it’s theirs! not shinra’s, not anybody else’s, and zack thinks he could probably die happy right now just knowing that alone!)

i can hear you thinking, puppy! stop that and put your clothes on! genesis calls from the living room.

genesis, angeal says, quieter but still perfectly audible to zack. that’s mako-enhanced hearing for ya; zack doesn’t even have to try if he wants to hear every sound in the house. (when he’s not distracted, anyway.) angeal has his dad voice on, even if zack’s the only one brave enough to be correct and call it that--apparently that’s weird to say about your own boyfriend, and genesis is fond of reminding him he has a daddy kink. which is rich, comin’ from the guy who calls himself mama in bed (not that it isn’t hot!)--but zack digresses. and, well, it isn’t that genesis is wrong, per sec, it’s just--well, at least he doesn’t have daddy issues too. zack has a great relationship with his father, thank you very much! seph, on the other hand, has mommy issues soooooo bad, and one-hundred-percent wants to call aerith mommy slash has a massive mommy kink about it. zack knows. she hasn’t done it in his earshot, but he knows. he’s a knower of things.

with that thought in mind, he finishes up his outfit with a simple black choker and one of the pretty wolf’s-head studs cloud made him, then walks out into the living room to grab his boots.

he finds all three of them already standing by the door, tell-tale lipstick stains on angeal and sephiroth. gen has already fixed his own lips, tucking the lipstick back into a purse zack hadn’t seen in their shared bedroom earlier.

goodbye kissies for me? zack says playfully, giving angeal his best puppy eyes as he laces up his boots. or maybe it’s his bedroom eyes as he kneels in front of angeal, because zack likes to be on his knees and he’s horny from his hot boyfriend in a gorgeous dress, and the tight press of his very attractive leather pants has his packer grinding into his clit in a kind of maddening way.

promise to behave, angeal tells him, chiding lightheartedly. seph’s counting on it.

and, oh, man, that makes things a lot bit different, doesn’t it? zack immediately looks over at his girlfriend, trying to figure out just what that tone of angeal’s was referring to, because he’s just figured out that they’re playing some kind of game, and seph’s reward (or maybe punishment) involves him. or could involve him, if he’s good. well, shit, if zack isn’t up for a challenge.

i’m always good, he says back, poking his tongue out.

don’t lie, puppy, gen warns with a smile on his face. now come along, we’re going to be later than i want.

wait--we’re already late?! zack cries, all horny thoughts temporarily forgotten as he rushes out the door, nearly trips on the untied laces of his right boot (in his defense he doesn’t usually bother with that shoe, since, you know, the prosthetic and everything, except these boots add enough to his height that he won’t wear just the left and also it’s about the look for tonight), quickly stuffs the laces out of the way and makes for seventh heaven at breakneck speed.

he’s not quite fast enough to miss the sigh angeal lets out, but he’s already down the block before he can hear angeal complain that he didn’t even get to give zack his goodbye kiss.

----

thank gaia for his enhanced lungs and his workout routine, because otherwise, zack would be horrifically out of breath by the time he gets to the bar. and true to genesis’s word, the party has already started. the door is propped open, light and noise spilling out in equal measure as mirth and laughter from the warmth of people inside. it’s an easy thing to step into the throng, crossing the threshold into community.

damn, zack, you look good! someone, reno maybe, shouts from across the crowded room.

aerith wolf-whistles when she spots him. he flashes her his best playboy smirk back and heads over.

hiya, handsome, she says, leaning forward over the bar.

helpin’ teef make drinks? he asks, eyeing the glasses and whatnot strewn near her arms. (what? he doesn’t know how to make drinks; he can’t identify what he’s looking at.)

nope! she’s banned for the next hour, it’s actually barret who’s on duty right now! aerith laughs, a high-pitched and giddy thing that reminds zack why he fell in love with her in the first place.

(they’re still navigating him being back, but for now, zack knows only that he wants to kiss her, and so he waits for permission, a silent question on his pursed lips.)

when barret gets back from the bathroom, i’ll give you a big ole smooch, mister, aerith winks conspiratorially, pushing herself off the counter and back to the drinks she’s supposed to be making.

i got drinks to make, and i know you don’t know how to help, so you better go say hi to everybody!

the smile he offers aerith is an easy one. sure thing, babe, he says, winking back, and goes to mingle with the crowd.

tseng finds him, as the turk always does.

zack, he says by way of greeting.

hey, tseng! how’s it hangin’? zack’s in a good mood just from the vibes and the atmosphere, which is good because he’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to drink too much.

have you seen strife? is tseng’s immediate follow-up, which admittedly sours zack’s good spirits a little bit. (okay, more like a lot.)

emergency delivery, zack sighs, and tries to keep himself from sounding too put-out about it.

to healen, tseng finishes, or surmises maybe. zack isn’t quite sure why he’s even bothering with asking zack about it, given that the turks are still ridiculously good at information-gathering despite shinra’s overall lack of power these days.

(heh, lack of power. get it? cause of the shutdown of the mako reactors? yeah, yeah, real funny joke there, fair.)

sure, i guess, is what he settles on as a response, shrugging his shoulders. i need a drink.

enjoy your evening, zack, tseng tells him with a little nod of his head, then he melts back into the crowd, basically invisible despite the distinctive suit and long, straight black hair. he’s entirely out of zack’s awareness in mere moments, just like always.

zack huffs another sigh, then, just as he’s about to turn and head back for the bar, a loud and irritated voice cuts through his thoughts.

zackariah emmanuel josephus fair! you are not to leave me to walk two blocks alone in these heels!

uh oh, now that’s a pissed-off firestorm if he ever heard one. it’s easy to tell by the length of the name gen yells--the more syllables, the hotter the water. and uh, zack counted at least ten syllables, so he figures the water is at or above boiling.

he skids and shoves his way through the crowd to gen, who is standing just inside the doorway, hands on his hips. gods, but is he just stunning, even--no, especially--all pissed off, anger darkening his features in a way that makes heat rise in zack’s core. and just like that, he is once again reminded of his questionable clothing decisions as blood fills out his fat clit directly underneath the packer, which has nowhere to go, trapped as it is between his body and the tight leather pants he painstakingly put on less than twenty minutes ago. the tight, tight leather pants, that make his ass look great and that make him look even better when he has the damn packer in the damn jockstrap and oh gods why does gen being angry have to give him a damn boner!

gen, once again not helping his predicament, grabs him by the chin as soon as he’s within reach, yanks--yanks!--zack closer, and hisses in his ear: next time, walk with your date, mutt.

(fuck, that’s hot.)

zack nods wildly in agreement, breathlessly gives gen some kind of verbal apology, and tries really, really hard not to think about any other ways he could make it up to genesis. or about any good punishments gen might give him, because zack’s a big enough adult to admit that he’s more than a bit of a painslut. he really needs to stop thinking with his dick, godsdammit! they’re in public! at tifa’s party! shit!

shit, it’s tifa’s party, and he hasn’t even said hi to tifa yet!

genweneedtosayhitotifa, zack gets out in one breath, mouth working before he’s even realised he should take gen with him.

gen snorts, pushing his purse (or is it a clutch? there isn’t actually a strap zack can find) into zack’s hands, then capturing zack’s wrist and striding confidently towards the bar.

barret’s back at the bar by now, so when aerith spots zack for the second time that night, she actually walks out from behind the bar to come up to him.

hello, boys!

only you would call a thirty-three year old man a boy, barret mutters, not quietly enough for zack’s hearing to miss it.

anythin’ i can getcha’ll? he says at a more conversational volume, which for barret is loud enough to be heard over the crowd.

a glass of tifa’s stash of mideel red, ‘59, genesis answers smoothly. the puppy’ll have a beer.

hey--zack begins, because he’d actually rather have a cocktail, but he’s shushed by a satin-gloved finger against his lips.

oh, zacky, you should’ve said you were playing a game tonight! aerith squeals, flicking his nose playfully. (she always could read him so well.) i want deets later. gen, can i pick the beer for him?

the look genesis gives her is practically simpering. (zack’s still not used to gen’s whole religious deal with aerith, but he can’t say he blames his boyfriend. he’s done his fair share of worshipping aerith, too, especially after all she did to bring herself, angeal, and seph back.)

anything for you, my blessed one, he says, bending to kiss her hand delicately.

zack rolls his eyes and catches barret doing the same. aerith, on the other hand, eats the attention up like she’s starving, giggling when genesis rises from the bow he’d put himself in, then pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before he can rise fully and escape her reach.

barret, you should grab that new flavor tifa’s been experimenting on!

(zack’s reasonably afraid of the glee in her voice.)

y’all’re weird, y’know that? real weird. yer lucky marlene an’ denzel like ya, barret says fondly as he turns to grab something in a nondescript brown bottle out of the fridge behind him. i ain’t remember what this one’s flavor is. teef should be somewhere ‘round the patio--ask her whatsit if ya want. i ain’t care, though. an’ don’tcha spit up nothin’ on teef’s floor!

zack tosses him a mock salute, then takes the bottle, twists the cap off, and takes a quick swig.

ew, ew, ew! he coughs, what the hell is that?!

he holds the bottle out at arm’s length away from him as he chokes down the rest of the swig he took, feeling the sour liquid burn down every inch of his throat.

now, now, zack, gen chides, evidently holding back a snicker, it wouldn’t do to not finish the drink, now would it?

ugh, gen, you’re so mean to me, zack complains fruitlessly. they may not have made up specific rules for tonight, but a little bit of powerplay is always on the table with genesis. (unless he safewords. he can always safeword.)

you like it when i’m mean, gen purrs, producing a carabiner from who-knows-where and clipping it to the decorative belt-loop on zack’s pants. then he clips the purse--clutch?--to it, having taken it from zack’s hand at some point. a hand runs up zack’s free arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

tee-hee! aerith giggles again. dammit, zack would be annoyed if she weren’t so damn cute.

i’ll get you back for this later, zack says with a pointed finger and his best attempt at sounding serious.

no you won’t, she teases, flicking his nose. all right gen, i’ll leave you to your game tonight. bye zacky! be a good boy now!

oh, he’ll be a very good boy, won’t you, puppy? genesis calls after her disappearing figure, his fingers now digging into zack’s arm a tinge painfully. yeah, zack’s in for a long night.

he can’t wait.

get yer asses out to the patio, weirdos, barret barks, but zack knows him well enough by now to know that his tone is pure affection.

gen smiles, all shark teeth, and pulls zack along.

that’s how most of the evening goes by: gen’s hand on zack’s arm, wrist, or occasionally his shoulder; leading him around the party as they go talk to whoever gen wants to talk to. zack feels a lot like a dog on a leash. feels good. tifa, turns out, is on the patio, on a makeshift dancefloor. she tells them vincent is babysitting for the night and, clearly a little bit tipsy herself, demands to know where her wife is before she’ll tell zack just what the hell is in his beer. zack reminds her that aerith is just inside, to which tifa gives him a playful shove and says, no, my other wife, dumbass! gen jumps in and says cloud is out on an urgent delivery that apparently couldn’t wait, and in classic tifa fashion she lets out a mournful groan and tells them she needs to make a call, then leaves without telling zack what’s in his drink. so they wander on.

color, puppy? genesis makes sure to check in every so often.

green, zack answers, every time.

they find cid and reeve next on the dance floor, one of the cait siths having been left to dj. the music is alright, if not quite to zack’s tastes, but given that it’s one of reeve’s weird pet robot cats dj-ing, zack can’t complain too much. and he gets to watch gen dance in that dress, which turns out to be a lot more flowy than he’d initially assumed. and while zack won’t lie and say he hasn’t been looking on purpose, he definitely didn’t expect to see that genesis just has on a pair of lace panties under that dress. red, of course. turns out thigh-high slits are very revealing when someone is doing a perfect spin on the dance floor, what can zack say? he’s a simple man. also, he’s been thinking incredibly lustful thoughts about generally everyone here tonight, but especially his romantic partners, for the better part of the last... several hours, if he had to guess? he hasn’t checked his phs in a while. (...actually, did he even bring it? he thinks he might have left it at home.)

after they get done on the dance floor (reeve and gen got into some long-winded conversation about the wro, which zack paid all of zero attention to as he was too busy dancing and trying to finish the nasty beer gen wanted him to drink), reno and rude catch up to him again, and he isn’t sure how long he spends chatting with them before genesis decides to once again tug him elsewhere. he’s content to follow, arm decoration for his super-hot boyfriend rocking that red dress and heels. they’re pumps, not stilettos, but zack would still be happy to have gen step on him with them.

aw, fuck. he’s still thinking with his dick. he’s about to start arguing with his cunt to stop aching to be filled, actually, when genesis suddenly pulls them to a stop in some corner, back in the interior of the bar.

stay there, gen orders, then unclips his purse from zack’s belt loop--honestly, zack had completely forgotten that was there--and walks off. he’s quickly swallowed up by the crowd, gone before zack even fully registers him leaving.

well, zack is nothing if not a good dog.

still. they’re at a party, and he’d like to party, please? ugh, it’s so much easier to obey with a collar on. he’s not sure what’s up with that, psychologically speaking, but whenever his partners want to get him to submit, they just have to put a little weight around his neck, and boom! he’s all theirs. the little choker he put on earlier is too lightweight to be effective--he’s fidgety, bouncing in place, trying to not wander off even though he can see kunsel on the other side of the room and he really wants to go talk to his best buddy--maybe if he waves really hard, kuns will notice?

fuck, no such luck--kunsel’s eyes are clearly elsewhere; they’re not looking anywhere even remotely near zack. that’s a shame. he doesn’t talk to kuns as frequently anymore, since they stopped living together when he made first ages and ages ago, and then there was everything else that happened between now and then--damn, was that really a decade ago? zack counts in his head: a year as first; four years in the labs, ew (he shudders); another year on the run; three years in deepground, double ew (another shudder); and now a year since living free in edge--yeah, that makes ten, he’s pretty sure.

he misses kunsel.

fuck, but gen will be mad if he moves from this spot without permission, and if he isn’t good he doesn’t get to partake in whatever fun seph and geal have planned. probably. actually, maybe he should have gotten clarification on the rules of tonight’s game before he rushed out of the house? ...eh, it’ll be fine, he has a magic word to make everything pause if he needs it! several, actually; angeal likes the stoplight system and he has a safeword that gen made him pick--ugh, shit, he’s thinking with his dick again. he should not have worn that packer--

ezackiel darling, seph needs us at home, gen says directly into his ear, appearing out of abso-fricken-lutely nowhere.

eek! zack screeches, just a little bit. (in his defense, it’s not easy to sneak up on him, not even for genesis. he must have really been distracted.)

gen slaps his arm when he yelps, shaking his head in fond exasperation.

come along, little wolf, genesis smiles, a soft, genuine thing, and tugs him out to the street.

----

angeal’s instructions were crystal clear: zack’s supposed to strip out of everything except the jockstrap and put on the collar waiting for him on the kitchen counter, or so genesis relays to him. because, yep, he left his phs at home. oops.

the boots, singular sock, shirt, and other accoutrements are easily removed, but he needs help getting out of the pants. this is an immutable fact, especially after he’s spent the past--damn, they left the house around 2000 and it’s just barely after 0100 now--five! hours getting sweaty in the skin-tight leather. yeah, no. they’re not coming off by himself, not without him seriously damaging them, and he likes these pants.

angeal and seph are not in the living room when they walk in. judging by the smell of sex wafting out of their shared bedroom, and by the sounds--sweet gaia fuck, the sounds!--the two lovebirds have already started getting nasty in there. without them! zack pouts, then pouts harder when gen smacks his ass about it. at least the firestorm is being useful in getting the pants off--they end up on one of the couches, because literally why bother going into the bathroom to change? the only people who would come in here are aerith and cloud, and they’re more than welcome to stare at zack when he’s mostly-nude. or fully-nude. or fully-dressed. or whenever. he loves them both, okay?

when he’s got the collar snug around his neck, gen produces a leash from who-knows-where and clips it to the d-ring on the front.

zack whimpers.

he’s not really supposed to talk, see, when the leash is on. not unless he’s been told to, or he needs to safeword. and that’s hot. that’s--for reasons he can’t fully articulate, but it’s okay, because he doesn’t have to--really, really hot. it’s even hotter when his partners pull him around by his leash, giving him orders, letting him sink into that soft comfort of being useful, of being used...

little wolf, genesis addresses him, snapping him out of his lustful daydreaming.

tell me your safewords before we go into the bedroom, he continues, tilting zack’s head up to meet his gaze, and fuck if that doesn’t do something for zack, the way genesis is taller than him in those heels.

(he wonders if he could get cloud to tower over him sometime.)

speak, puppy, gen commands, because zack is taking too long to respond.

er--um--chocobo, red, yellow, green! zack practically barks, and he can’t help but clench his cunt around nothing when gen looks at him with that predatory gaze in his eyes.

good puppy.

it’s a short walk to the bedroom, and it altogether takes too fucking long.

when they walk in, angeal is on the bed, a naked seph in his equally naked lap. one of his big, strong, hairy hands is playing with her tits, the other sitting possessively on a pale, pale thigh. her hair is in its usual braid, her cock soft and leaking. zack’s mouth waters.

i brought seph her reward, gen announces with a dramatic wave of his arms. he tugs on zack’s leash, drawing him farther into the room, closer to seph and angeal. from his new angle of observation, he can clearly see the way angeal’s own cock sinks into seph from behind; his cunt aches in jealousy, knowing from experience just how full she must be feeling right now.

genesis, welcome home, angeal greets him fondly. how was the party?

wings of light and dark spread afar / she guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting, genesis recites. tifa still had some of that delightful mideel red, but i find my current company to be far preferable.

flatterer, angeal smirks, then lays a hungry kiss on seph’s neck, where the base meets her shoulder.

seph, your reward is here, he speaks into her ear, nibbling on the outer shell. won’t you be a good girl and tell mama what it was you wanted?

zack watches hungrily as angeal’s broad, broad hand inches up seph’s thigh, moving to cup her balls and massage the soft skin of her perineum. it’s obscene, that sliver of what he can see: her rim, puffy and stretched out around angeal’s unreasonably and ridiculously large girth; the way she shudders and sighs at every shift of his hips underneath her; the lube dripping along with pre-cum onto the sheets below them. there’s a bit of wetness beginning to escape his jockstrap and run down his thighs at the sight, and he doesn’t even have it in him to be the littlest bit embarrassed about it.

mmm, yes, darling girl? genesis hums, walking himself (and therefore zack) closer to stand right in front of the pair. what would you like, love? the puppy is yours to use tonight, you know.

when she answers, she does not move her head from where it is, lolled back against angeal’s shoulder.

i would like to fuck him, she says, her normally smooth baritone rough and frayed at the edges. (and oh, but gods is that hot--!)

ass, mouth, or cunt, baby girl? angeal asks, a teasing grin on his face that says he already knows the answer.

(zack, for his part, doesn’t know the answer, not yet anyway. and he really hopes seph doesn’t say ass, because he didn’t exactly prep for that today, and he would not call the state of that hole clean. and gaia, he does not have the patience for that prep right now either. honestly, he might safeword and just fuck himself in the shower if they decide to do full anal prep on him tonight, because he needs to get fucked and it needs to be soon, dammit--!)

seph moans when angeal bites down on her shoulder, sucking a hickey into that pale flesh.

cunt, she finally responds. his cunt, while geal--ah!--fucks me and mama rides the puppy’s face.

(damn, if only zack were allowed to speak right now! that sounds like heaven--he’s going to die in heaven tonight, and he’s not the least bit mad about it.)

well, then, little wolf, get her hard, gen says, his lofty tone doing little to disguise the hunger in his voice. he delivers a hearty smack to zack’s bare ass before handing the leash over to angeal, who quickly tugs zack into position as he kneels before seph.

hands, mouth, or both, my love? genesis asks, leaning over zack to kiss at seph’s cheek.

ah, both, she gasps in return, and then zack isn’t really sure what happens after that because his attention is now laser-focused on the beautiful soft cock right in front of his nose, but it sounds like seph and gen have started making out.

he feels himself sinking into that warm, floaty feeling as he brings his hands up to circle around seph’s cock, passing a thumb over the tip and swiping up some of the pre-cum there. it’s the collar, it’s always the collar--it sends him under so fast and he loves it, needs it sometimes like a plant needs the sun. he gives his girlfriend a couple of slow strokes up her shaft, then leans the rest of the way in to lick at her slit, lapping up the salty, bitter taste there. there’s a hint of strange sweetness--the mako--and it lingers on his tongue, even after he’s pulled back to give her length another few strokes, firm and sure, slicked with spit and her own fluids. zack can’t keep his mouth off her for long, though--he absolutely has an oral fixation, in case anyone forgot--and besides, he really wants to feel her harden in his mouth.

so, he moves his hands to her sac--angeal’s hand has gone elsewhere; zack’ll encounter it eventually, he’s sure--and to her perineum, pressing around where she and angeal are joined, cupping and fondling her balls. then he swallows her cock to the base in one go--not that easy of a task, because even though estrogen has made her smaller and she’s currently soft, she still has a respectable girth and length. she’s a broad, tall woman. he runs his tongue along the vein on the underside of her cock as he stays there for ten, fifteen, twenty seconds, just breathing in the scent of her skin and what lingers of her floral body wash--she barely grows any body hair, and what she does grow she shaves, so his nose is pushed directly into silky soft skin right above the base of her cock. he gives a couple sucks and stays there a little longer before he slowly pulls back off. he can feel her starting to harden. good. her length fills out his mouth, slowly but surely, as he sucks and swallows around it--he gives a wordless hum of satisfaction and is rewarded with a gasp and a stutter of her hips towards him.

do that again, puppy, angeal commands from somewhere above him, and tugs--yanks, really--roughly on the leash.

zack can’t help but moan around seph’s dick, the vibrations of which must feel like heaven to her, the way she bucks forwards into his throat. and gods above and below does zack enjoy feeling used like this, just a toy to help seph get off--his thighs are sticky from his own wetness, and there’s almost definitely a damp spot on the hardwood beneath his spread knees. also, his jockstrap is soaked, and the packer, slick with his own arousal, is pressing into his very hard little cock, and it’s kind of making it hard to think--the tip of seph’s own cock hits the back of his throat, blocking just a little bit of his airflow until he relaxes the muscles there. gods. he’s mindless, fingers playing on their own with the soft, hairless, wrinkled skin of her sac, reaching farther back to touch angeal’s considerably hairier set too; he isn’t aware of much of anything anymore except the delicious weight on his tongue and the feel of cock filling up his throat and the collar round his neck.

hands sink into his hair, he doesn’t know whose, and grab on tight.

down, pup, mama orders. zack whimpers but slides off obediently, already missing his treat. his daddy tugs on his leash again, this time bidding him to rise, and as zack does, mama’s hands find the bands of his jockstrap.

my, little wolf, but you are soaked, aren’t you? mama croons, pulling the damp, soiled fabric away from zack’s skin.

mmm, he is, daddy replies, peering from over seph’s shoulder. see how wet is he for you, baby girl?

seph, now hard and flushed, her cock a pretty red, only moans in response. her gaze travels down to look at his cunt before coming back up and making direct eye contact with zack, her pupils swollen and huge, irises naught but a thin sliver of mako green.

zack pants like the dog he is at that: open-mouthed, tongue lolling out, drool pooling at the corners of his lips. then, mama deftly drops the jockstrap to the floor, leaving it to hook around his ankles--it nearly gets caught in the metal joint of his right one, but mama does something with the heel of his pump and suddenly that isn’t a concern anymore.

up, puppy, on your back, mama says archly, snapping his fingers.

zack scrambles to obey, clambering up on the bed belly-first then rolling over. the hold on his leash goes slack just long enough for him to get settled.

lift your hips, pup, daddy orders when zack’s in place, his voice a low, aroused rumble. something soft and squishy slides under zack’s lifted hips, keeping them propped there and his knees bent. soft hands spread his thighs apart, putting his empty, soaked cunt and fat clit on full display, the room temperature air cold against them.

mama says something to daddy in a language zack can’t understand but recognises as banoran, and daddy answers in the same tongue before switching back to common abruptly to address seph.

whenever you’re ready, pretty girl, and zack’s eyes have slipped closed already, so he doesn’t see the way mama’s grin flashes fangs as seph crawls between his legs. zack does, however, hear the lurid pop! when daddy’s cock leaves seph’s ass as she unseats herself from his lap; hears the bed creaking as mama’s weight settles next to his head; hears the quiet curse that leaves daddy’s lips and says damn, you look so good together, and zack isn’t sure who of them he’s talking about, but knowing his daddy it’s probably all three of them.

then the head of seph’s cock brushes against his clit and sparks fly behind his eyelids and the last thought in his mind oozes out of his head, just like the slick oozing out of his cunt.

she presses into him at a snail’s pace--she always does--and it’s sinful, utterly sinful, the way her cock fills him up just so, its entry smooth and frictionless from how fucking wet zack is. has been, for several hours now. she moves slowly as though afraid to break him--doesn’t she know by now, he likes to be broken?

he’s yours, darling angel; take him, mama urges. don’t you want to see how beautiful he is, lying ruined beneath you?

(zack wants that. that sounds fucking great, actually, and he hopes seph wants it, too.)

i... desire... geal... back, seph answers, leaning forward over zack, still pressing in so slowly.

one moment, baby girl, daddy grunts, shuffling forward.

a lot happens in a split second, after that confession, and zack very nearly loses track of it all.

one: seph finally presses in all the way, seating herself fully in zack’s aching, soaked cunt. the soft skin around the base of her cock meets his flushed, engorged labia, just barely grazing his clit; her balls rest gently against his taint. he swears he can feel the blunt tip of her pushed up against his cervix, and gods he’s been wanting this all day.

two: daddy, behind seph, thrusts back into her, and in response, she bucks into zack so hard he sees white. daddy’s hands wrap around his ankles and tug him impossibly further onto seph’s cock. also, zack’s brain is definitely melted and leaking out of his ears.

three: he can’t even see any of this, even if he had his eyes open, because just as daddy grabs his ankles, mama swings himself over zack’s face, skirt spread wide open and pulled out of the way. the lace panties zack had spotted earlier still cloth mama’s cunt--zack’s well-trained, though, and knows just how to lick over the lace in that way that makes mama moan and grab at his tits--mama curses in banoran above him as he nudges the lace out of the way and gets to his real prize.

mama’s cunt is mako-sweet and tangy on his tongue; mama’s hips grind down into his nose, his cupid’s bow, his parted lips, the curve of his chin. he can’t really breathe like this, but he doesn’t care. someone tugs on the leash, and the sudden pull on his collar sends a fresh wave of arousal to his clit, making it twitch against seph’s pubis--seph isn’t so much pounding into him as much as being pounded into by daddy, the motion of which sends her crashing against zack as he’s held in place by mama’s legs and hands on his upper body. heat coils in his belly and groin. another curse in banoran (and zack knows it’s a curse, mama has a filthy mouth) filters through his ears, head full of coarse fur like the wolfdog he is--he laps the juices spilling into his mouth up, shifts down ever-so-slightly to suckle at the sensitive nub of mama’s clit, drinking down the noises of pleasure he makes just as much as the slick dripping all over his jaws and lower cheeks.

the pace daddy sets would be brutal, too much to take for anyone with any less mako running through their blood. for them, though, it’s almost slow, almost too gentle: zack hears seph’s broken voice gasp out harder and suddenly her substantial length is plowing into him with as much force as daddy uses to swing the buster sword, causing zack to moan sharply into mama’s cunt.

fuck, puppy, mama gasps out, his fingers sharpening into talons and piercing the sensitive flesh of zack’s tits. the pain spikes down directly to zack’s heated clit--gods, he’s so aroused, every rough slap of seph’s body and every grind of mama’s hips against him building the wave higher and higher, coiling the heat tighter and tighter--his orgasm, hopefully the first of many tonight, is building rapidly, and--and--it’s--oh gods--

oh, shit!

he shoves gen off his face as fast as he possibly can, nearly toppling his partner over with the force.

zack, wha--genesis starts, irritated, but he’s cut off less than a second later.

yellow! zack shouts, urgent and breathing heavily.

the room freezes.

seph, still buried in his cunt; angeal, equally buried in her ass; gen, half-fallen backwards on the bed, hands braced behind him: all in total, three sets of incredibly concerned eyes on him.

(shit.)

zack, what happened? angeal asks, after zack takes too long to elaborate.

do we need to take the collar off? gen continues, still holding the leash in one hand, the other making for the aforementioned collar.

no, no, zack gets out, still trying to figure out his thoughts. because, well, he only hollered like that because there was something he was forgetting--and, um, he’s ashamed to say it, but he hasn’t quite remembered what it was he forgot, only that he was forgetting it. also, he’s still kinda coming out of subspace, so his thoughts are even more scattered than usual.

he waves a hand around in some vague gesture while he gathers his thoughts. okay, zack, run down what happened: yeppp, he was getting fucked real good and... and... he was... ohhhhhh, that’s right!

gotta ask cloud if i can cum! he announces, proud of himself for figuring that one out.

this, surprisingly, earns him a stunned silence.

seph, in a moment of braveness, breaks it a few seconds later.

what do you mean, we need to ask cloud? her cheeks are still pink--she’s still not moved, none of them have--but her voice has taken on the quality it always used to back when they worked for shinra and zack hadn’t done his paperwork.

well, see, i sorta kinda maybe told cloud last week that they could control when i got to cum? like, always and forever? and they said yeah they liked that and i totally meant to tell you guys but you always tell me that i don’t have to ask for permission from you for stuff and i just--i mean--it’s cloud, it’s--it’s cloud!

(he doesn’t really think he breathed for any of that sentence, but whatever. it’s cloud! surely they’ll understand, right?)

...that makes no sense, whatsoever, darling zackary, gen comments at last, a severe frown on his face.

i... i’m sorry, zack, but i don’t understand, either, angeal says slowly, shaking his head apologetically.

what?! zack cries. this is making him want to cry, inexplicably, but he doesn’t wanna cry, he wants to call cloud and ask if he can get off tonight because he’s still ridiculously horny, and if he has to explain this whole thing to angeal and genesis he’s just gonna break down sobbing because he can’t! he doesn’t know how!

seph regards him with a curious expression on her face.

i understand, she says at last. you are cloud’s, correct? just as i am.

yeah, zack replies. (shit, the tears have started.)

just as gen and geal are each other’s first, and perhaps foremost, zack is cloud’s, she explains to their other partners. and, to be frank, so am i. thank you, zack, for allowing me to realise that i must discuss this with cloud myself.

to zack’s great surprise, not only is seph’s explanation simple and correct, but it also seems to be clicking with gen and geal, too. he sees both men nod thoughtfully.

in that case, little wolf... we should have bothered cloud about this earlier, gen says airily, acting annoyed. i shall text them posthaste.

i would like to get off myself, seph blinks and narrows her gaze, pupils still blown wide.

perhaps we can edge our pup while gen--mama--gets ahold of cloud? angeal suggests. it’s just permission to cum, yes, puppy?

zack nods enthusiastically, falling back into the scene--he’s not supposed to talk with the leash on, after all.

color, everyone? angeal checks, still holding still.

green, seph grits out, and now zack can hear the tension in her voice--gaia fuck, her cock is still hard and in his cunt, and angeal’s giant fucking cock is still in her ass--!

green, zack yips, and with that, daddy’s back in force as he immediately starts up a punishing pace that has seph breathless and has zack yowling.

they’re not answering their texts, gen (mama? he’s not quite in the scene right now, so zack’s not sure what name to call him) announces, his voice dripping with irritation. i’m going to give them another two minutes and then i’m calling them, because i really wanted to see how many orgasms we could wring out of both our darling girl and our little wolf tonight.

zack’s cunt clenches quite involuntarily at that, causing both he and seph to let out twin moans of pleasure.

puppy, next... hng! time you--ah, shit--decide something like... like this, daddy says, huffing for breath, please, for the love of--! seph, i’m trying to talk--stop rocking like--hah, ah, hah--that--dammit... please, puppy, tell... tell us, oh goddess seph--

quite the little minx, our darling seph, mama comments, and zack can hear the teasing smile in his voice, the wink he must give to seph for her efforts. zack, for his part, is breathless, thoughtless, concentrating very hard on not cumming before he’s allowed.

he isn’t sure what the punishment for that would be, since it hasn’t exactly happened yet, and he gave cloud free reign to decide on that bit. obviously. he’s cloud’s loyal hound, their service dog, their puppysub, their fierce wolf--he’s cloud’s, in every sense of the word. of course he is. how could he be anything else?

it’s been two minutes. i’m calling them.

zack’s heart speeds up, and the only thought in his empty little puppy head is cloud, cloud, cloud--!

----

cloud had several deliveries to do tonight, very urgent ones that definitely couldn’t have waited until tomorrow (or, as they check their phs, later today; it’s nearly two in the morning already). definitely couldn’t have waited, and they’re not just avoiding going to that party everyone else is at tonight.

oh, there was a text from gen. it doesn’t look urgent, so they ignore it.

...yeah, tifa’s gonna rip them a new one when they get back, and they’ll deserve it, cus they’re being an avoidant asshole again.

one more delivery, though, and then they’ll take fenrir back to edge.

strife delivery service, they drone, monotonous, as the door they’re currently in front of opens.

thanks, says the woman taking the package. man, you guys sure are fast, huh?

yup.

...um, heh, okay. where do i sign? i gotta sign for this, yeah?

yup. they hand the woman a clipboard, pen attached by a little chain. tifa suggested that after kids kept trying to take it.

okay... the woman sighs, taking the clipboard and signing what is hopefully the right name. cloud doesn’t care. seph does, but seph isn’t actually paid to do their paperwork (yet. they’re setting that up) and also, cloud’s being an asshole again, so they don’t care.

their phs buzzes before they can take the clipboard back. they ignore it.

um, mr. strife... the woman starts. is that your phs buzzing?

yup.

aren’t you going to answer it?

they sigh, because only a handful of people’s calls can actually ring their phs when it’s on do not disturb, and it’s almost definitely tifa yelling at them about not being at the party. that, or it’s genesis being dramatic.

they dig the damn thing out of their pocket, and, yep, it’s genesis. they ignore it.

nope, they tell her, and put the phs back in their pocket.

um, okay... well, here’s the clipboard. it should be three boxes?

yup.

they turn around and head back to fenrir with the clipboard. three large boxes, so it’d be a good idea to take them one at a time, and despite what some people think, cloud actually does listen to good advice sometimes. they grab the first box after putting the clipboard back in its slot and head towards the woman again.

their phs rings, again.

they grit their teeth and continue ignoring it.

you can set that down here, mr. strife. also, surely that’s important? it’s two in the morning, i’m sure nobody would call you at this hour if it wasn’t...? she says, beginning to sound concerned.

they consider levelling a glare at her, but that’s--they’re being an asshole to tifa, not to random clients. they set the box down in the requested area and, once again, dig out their phs.

once again, it’s genesis.

(if he’s calling twice, it’s probably actually important, and cloud probably shouldn’t ignore it.)

they ignore it.

i’ll call them back when we’re done here, they say aloud, more of a promise to themself than to the woman. she looks reassured anyways, though, and cloud walks back to get the second box.

their phs rings, again, before they even have the chance to grab the box.

it’s genesis, again.

shiiiiiiiiiiit.

irritated (because what in the goddess’s name is so important that gen has called, thrice, at two in the morning?) cloud flips the phs open and answers.

strife speaking, how may i help you? they say drily.

cloud strife! answer the fucking phone when i call you, you goddess-damned piece of shit asshole! gen yells, although cloud can tell his volume is more due to the background noise than to genuine anger.

bitch, they say back, in their usual flat affect. the background noise is... interesting.

(the client’s mouth drops open in a wide o when she hears cloud’s reply, but cloud doesn’t care; they’re too busy focused on trying to suss out what that sound is on genesis’s end of the call. it sounds... wet, almost? definitely rhythmic.)

i have been trying to get ahold of you for ages, you heathen, for our dearest, stupidest mutt-- gen continues. his angry tirade, very in-character for him, accompanies cloud back to the door--he’s going to rant until he runs out of steam, and cloud is too invested in figuring out that background noise to just hang up, so they might as well complete the damn delivery.

--chose the absolute worst time to inform the rest of us of the agreement the two of you had made,--

they did get paid to come out here, after all.

--and your refusal to respond in a timely manner nearly ruined my plans tonight! if you pull such a stunt like this, goddess be damned i swear upon my pride as her champion--

the phs is tucked between their ear and their shoulder, their head tilted at an almost-painful angle as they carry the second box to the door.

--i will skin you alive--i mean it, angeal, don’t you dare interrupt me--and then i will feed the pieces to zack one by one, watching as he chokes on them--what? what? don’t you interrupt me, i burn with righteous--

cloud drops off the second box and turns back around to get the final one.

--fury, and i will not be--argh! fine! i’m getting there, if you would just stop--no, puppy, i would--with how you lot keep interrupting me, i would almost think--

as they grab the third box, they realise they’ve been tuning genesis out too much to really pay attention to the background noise. their attention suddenly snapped back to the call--wait, was that a whimper? did genesis... surely he didn’t, did he?

they’re just about to set the last box down when gen screams into their ear, loud enough for the client to hear.

i called you so you could give zack permission to cum, dammit!

the box slips from their grip, nearly hitting the floor before cloud can catch it. thank gaia for soldier reflexes. unfortunately, though, the act of catching the box manages to dislodge the phs from where it’s nestled against cloud’s shoulder, and--somehow, to cloud’s absolute mortification--it gets put on speaker as it clatters, noisily, to the ground.

cloud, what in the name of the goddess was that noise?! gen demands angrily. did you even hear what i said?! zack insisted we get your permission before we bring him to orgasm, and yet here you are, not even answering--i have given them plenty of time, angeal, be quiet--you are consternating, you know that? i--

gen, shut up, cloud whispers, too in-shock for a moment to pick up the damn phs.

the client stares at them, horrified.

i’m so sorry, they mouth at her, unfreezing enough to pick up the phs, but the damage has been done.

her eyes are as wide as saucers as they quickly put the phs on mute and run out to fenrir, leaving the last box just outside the door. she takes it inside and shuts the door faster than cloud had left. cloud can’t even blame her.

once they’re back out where fenrir is parked, they unmute the phs and turn it off speaker mode.

godsdammit, gen! i was with a client! they roar.

i fail to see how that is my issue! now answer the damn question!

(gods, why is this their life? they drag their free hand down their face in despair. of course it was sex they were hearing, godsdammit. while they’re at work! on a delivery, for gaia’s sake! at two in the fucking morning!)

fine! do whatever! don’t call me like this again, genesis, gods! they snap the phs shut, shove it back in their pocket, and straddle fenrir, not even bothering to put their goggles on before they race off.

----

that could have gone better, genesis admits with a heavy eye roll.

zack, who has had seph’s cock down his throat for the near-entirety of the call (mostly to keep him from cumming, a little bit to keep him shut up), can only stare, shocked.

unfortunately, genesis being angry is a major turn-on for zack, so he’s still horribly horny to the point of frustration.

on the other hand, he’s pretty sure the only reason seph hasn’t yet gone soft--despite not cumming herself--is that his mouth has been teasing her length the whole time, keeping her cock from fully softening.

genesis, angeal says warningly.

cloud said yes, gen continues blithely, ignoring the look angeal levels at him.

we are aware, gen. you had them on speaker, seph replies, the tiniest hint of frustration coloring her voice.

well, are we going to continue having sex, or are we done for the night? gen rebuts, a scowl on his features. because, as you are all well aware, i prefer to fuck out my anger, and i am most certainly pissed as of this moment.

angeal, seph, and zack share a look.

zack, with his eyes: i need to cum so bad, daddy, please.

angeal, with his eyes: i’m very tired of these interruptions and am not incredibly turned on anymore, even though seph’s ass is nice and tight and feels so good to be in.

(okay, maybe zack’s reading a little too much into his gaze.)

seph, with her eyes (mostly her eyebrows): i have also been being edged for as long as zack, and i was promised a reward tonight.

angeal, aloud, says, is everyone green to continue?

yes, green, seph grunts.

color me verdant, gen says dramatically, tossing the phs to the other side of the bed.

zack, mouth still preoccupied (he kind of doesn’t want to pull off unless told to), gives a thumbs-up.

angeal sighs. well, in that case, i’m green enough to continue. down, pup, then get back on the bed.

zack lets seph’s pretty cock fall back out of his mouth with a forlorn keen, but climbs back onto the bed all the same.

on your back, puppy, mama commands, now lounged up against the headboard, legs spread. we’re changing the rules up a little bit, because mama is very disappointed in the course of events tonight.

don’t worry, darling girl, he adds after a dramatic pause, i still intend to make you cum until you’re begging me to stop, we just aren’t doing it quite the way you’d asked for earlier.

elaborate, seph asks.

angeal? mama calls out, seemingly not answering seph’s question. put a plug in our darling girl, won’t you? then come here, kiss me madly, and eat me out. i’d make the puppy do it, but you look to be in need of a break and the puppy doesn’t deserve such a treat right now.

zack lets out a small wounded noise at that.

seph, you’re going to fuck him until i say otherwise, or until you safeword, mama smiles, all shark teeth.

yes, mama, seph responds, eyes dark and glittering.

(oh, shit.)

all right, gen, daddy sighs, relief audible in his voice. zack hears him crawl over to mama on the bed, hears the way their mouths meet in a tender kiss, and keens in envy. he’s not looking, although he could--his attention is on seph, who once again is perched between his legs, one of her hands stroking her cock. gods, she’s beautiful.

she sinks back inside him in one smooth movement, his legs wrapping around her back as she bends over him--she captures his lips in a passionate kiss of their own, and zack is reminded of their first kiss, a decade ago now, that first night in nibelheim--gods, but seph didn’t even know then, just who she is. just how beautiful she is, beautiful and human and woman, one of zack’s favorite women in the whole wide world really--he’s slid sideways out of subspace, not quite back in the real world but just off to one side, sappy and romantic. good thing his mouth is preoccupied with kissing seph or he’d be saying stupid shit probably.

the atmosphere of the scene has changed--it’s slower, more of making love than fucking, the collar still around his throat, the leash now in seph’s hand as she kisses him deeply. she almost has a dominant quality to her, one she rarely takes on--it’s too close to the persona shinra made her wear. she moves with grace inside him, filling him, joining with him, becoming one with him as their lips meld together. it isn’t very long before she spills inside him; zack follows soon after, both of them keyed up from the repeated, if unintentional, edgings tonight. it feels like heaven, like the warm embrace of the lifestream when he cums, pulsing outwards from his cunt and clit all the way up to his hair and all the way down to his toes. he moans into the kiss--she moans back--it’s getting overstimulating a little bit, while his body tries to reset but she doesn’t pull out--she whimpers, too, and he realises she’s overstimulated as well--

good girl, keep going, mama coos, reaching a hand out to pet at zack’s hair.

--! his hands, where are his hands? they’ve been gripping the sheets so tight, he forgot he could use them--he grabs, blindly, at seph, clawing at her back as she keeps rocking into him. they’re so close together, so many points of contact between their bodies: their noses, lips, breasts; zack’s hands on her back, her hands at his; their hips, their groins; the slide of her cock in his soaking cunt, messy from zack alone but messier now with seph’s and his spend both dripping out onto the sheets.

next to them, mama groans and yanks on zack’s hair, lost in the throes of pleasure as daddy works his tongue along mama’s cunt--more banoran spills from mama’s lips, entirely unintelligible (and maybe all the sexier for it) to zack. doesn’t really matter, though, except for how it makes zack clench around seph, makes her cry out into his mouth, makes the two of them try to press as close as possible even as it very nearly hurts from how overwhelming it all is. and yet, the pleasure is building again in zack’s core, his clit still swollen and rubbing against seph’s soft soft skin. electricity crackles up his spine with every pass.

my friend, your desire / is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess, mama recites, and zack couldn’t for the life of him say who the lines were meant for.

seph cums again, significantly before zack does this time--she always gets so sensitive after she’s cum once, and as she’s fucking her second load back into zack’s aching, puffy cunt, zack has the brief thought that he’s going to get pregnant.

(that’s silly; both he and seph are infertile, he’s pretty damn sure.)

the thought makes the walls of his cunt flex and tighten, though--he doesn’t think he always had a breeding kink, but, well, mama sure gave him one. gods, the thought of him, full and round with seph’s babies--with daddy’s--with mama’s--with aerith’s--oh, fuck, with cloud’s? gods, if cloud weren’t out on a delivery--he moans into seph’s mouth again, grinding his hips down and further impaling himself on her cock--it isn’t fully hard, since she just came, but in true mako fashion she doesn’t even get completely soft in him as she keeps. going, because mama hasn’t said stop.

his second orgasm hits him a minute later, bringing a wave of tears to his eyes. his face was already wet: seph’s crying, from the overstimulation probably. zack doesn’t know. he’s a mess, a beautiful wrecked mess, unable to think. cloud should be here. cloud should be fucking him full of their babies, their and seph’s babies, and gods he’s so overwhelmed by the thought and the feeling accompanying it that he cums a third time around seph’s cock, fucked open and loose at this point--the bedsheets are so going to need to be changed--mama still hasn’t said stop and seph’s only cum twice--zack does his best to clench tighter, to provide the drag and bit of friction seph likes, but there’s so much cum and slick spilling out around her cock and even though she keeps thrusting it back in it keeps dripping back out, she’s panting into his mouth, they’re panting into each other’s mouths, it’s so good it’s so fucking good he’s floating in the warmth of being used--this is what he was made for, he thinks, and his eyes roll back in his head when seph finally finally cums a third time and says, quietly, pulling back from zack to breathe--

red.

good girl, daddy says as she pulls out, and he and mama start to clean up.

but zack’s too out of it to even hear, fucked unconscious from it all.

he wakes up briefly in the bath to genesis washing his hair, then quickly falls back asleep again, the warmth of the bath and the soothing feel of gen’s fingers in his hair lulling him back to the realm of dreams.

----

cloud gets home a little while before dawn. the laundry’s running, the lights are off, and the guys and seph are asleep in the bedroom, judging by the snoring. cloud tugs their boots off, leaves their pauldron on its hook by the door, and walks down the hall to the bedroom.

they leave the day’s clothes in the basket in the bathroom, take a quick shower, and pull on some pjs. they’re so tired. they’re going to have to have a lot of annoying conversations when they wake, and probably do some apologising too.

but for now, they flop themself right into their favorite spot and promptly curl up, right atop zack--

--and even in his sleep, he wraps his arms around them tight; of course he does.

he’s theirs, after all. he’s at their side, their loyal hound, their service dog, their puppysub, their fierce wolf--theirs. how could he be anywhere else?

they fall asleep there, rays of golden light through the window beaming from the rising sun.