Sometimes even Sephiroth has to marvel at himself. That he can sit here opposite the length of Zack's bed and simply stare at the naked boy in it, despite the urge to fuck him and...hurt...him -- perhaps he's not as mad as he suspects he can be, after all.

Sephiroth eases himself into the chair until the back of his shoulder guards touch the wall behind him. When he crosses his right leg over his left, he manages not to lean forward and press down on his erection, even though it's an effort of restraint he really doesn't need. His chin rests against his loose fist, knuckles digging into one end of his idle grin. Before him, Cloud is flat on his back on the bed except where he's propped himself up onto his elbows, his adolescent body soft and pale in its entirety except between his legs where it's hard and dark red. Cloud's face is blushed as well, only it's more like dark pink, and Sephiroth has to contain himself from making it turn impossibly scarlet, like meeting those popsicle blue eyes the first chance he gets.

Zack's left foot is barely out of his purple boxers, but the grinning SOLDIER promptly leaps onto his bed to entwine limbs with the vulnerable cadet. Not for the first time today, Cloud gets his cheeks pinched. "Aw, you still shy around Sephy?" Zack teases, then bursts into tickled laughter when Cloud swears under his breath and tries to whack the offending hands off his face. Only, Cloud ends up with his elbows caught between Zack's forearms, and Zack snatches this chance to pin Cloud with his own naked body and make his cheeks burn harder by kissing him flush on the mouth. By the time Cloud shuts his eyes and lets Zack hold his wrists over the golden feathery tufts of his hair, and the kiss they share becomes hungrier that Cloud tilts himself up onto a shoulder and Zack begins to press his hips down on Cloud's, Sephiroth has both his hands clenched, half-trembling under their gloves.

No one can grasp his limitations better than he does, yet Sephiroth isn't quite certain of them himself anymore, at least right this moment, nor is it an especially assuring thought how he is able to yearn to possess someone and be compelled to destroy that very same person, too...

"Seph."

Zack's smirking eyes gain Sephiroth's full attention.

"Toss us that bottle, will you?"

On Zack's mini-dresser, poking out of an assortment of musk and spice, body lotions, and tubes of hair gel, is a thin, glass bottle of rose-tinted oil. Sephiroth eyes it for a moment, long enough to catch the reflection of Cloud spreading his flexed legs, before whisking it over to Zack.

"Love you, man."

Zack's grin draws a tiny chuckle out of Sephiroth. It's never a bad thing for Zack to be around (well, they're in his room, anyway), even if he and Sephiroth both want to be fucking the brains out of the same boy. Besides, without Zack's very presence, probably, by now, Sephiroth could be crushing Cloud in his deepened embrace or riding him until their knees dug into the bottom of the mattress. Because even though Sephiroth can take on these two young men by strength alone, nothing is more certain to him than the fact that Zack won't accept anyone, especially him, doing harm to his...friend.

Sephiroth lifts his right knee so his legs do not cross now. Sliding a foot forward and tilting his head a bit to the side backward, he lays intent eyes on Zack and Cloud...
and imagines himself and Cloud at the same instant.
Where Zack slips his oil-slicked fingers carefully into Cloud, Sephiroth merely slathers his cock with the lubricant to plunge straight in. Where Zack breathes caressively and murmurs soothing words into Cloud's ear, Sephiroth gives it a few long licks and takes its sensitive rim between his teeth. Where Zack makes Cloud gasp and moan, Sephiroth makes him scream...half in pain.

Sephiroth tightens the clench of his hand by his jaw. Again. What is it about that boy that always seems to drive him to such thoughts? It's almost enough to make Sephiroth distrust his own intentions, for as much as he aches to hold Cloud, something tells him he will only wind up hurting him, consciously or not, and it's of little help that he figures Cloud will allow that happening, regardless of Zack being around at all.

"Damn, Cloud," Zack huffs, "stop blushing like that or you'll burst for the love of all -- mnngh...!"

Just as Zack curls the boy's legs around his back and makes his first slow thrusts into his writhing body, Sephiroth hardens all the more that it makes him fold forward, if slightly, and grind a hand down on his groin. As if on cue, at that moment, he catches Cloud's eyes on him. Swiftly, Cloud pulls his eyes away and shuts them tight, but not before giving Sephiroth the purest hint of fascination in his gaze.

Only then does Sephiroth decide to leave his rigid seat and march over to his two companions. His dull, steady footsteps fall in rhythm with every insistent creak of the bedsprings. He sits himself on the edge of the mattress, right next to Zack, facing Cloud, and wedges a knee beneath the boy's raised buttocks. Cloud opens his eyes, each black center of his blue irises shrinking to a mere point, his fingers stiffening in their weave through Zack's spiky dark hair.

"Be nice, Sephy," Zack moans, voice hoarse with lust. Or affection.

Smirking, Sephiroth draws his gloves off, nonchalantly, baring his pale, callused hands. He places one hand on the small of Zack's back, pressing down to urge him to thrust harder -- fuck Cloud harder. When he reaches to fold his other hand over Cloud's erection, Cloud arches into his fist and gasps out a word, perhaps a divine name.

Sephiroth tells Zack, "See. He likes me too."

Zack turns to him with a simper. "Pfft, who doesn't."

"True." Sephiroth buries half his face in Zack's hair, its sweaty-shampoo scent not making him any less harder. He slides his hand and tightens its grip up and down Cloud's cock, straining his ears to catch the soft little sounds out of his kissed mouth, smiling at him the whole while, until Cloud brings himself to smile back, however briefly. Sephiroth may never gain Cloud's trust the way Zack already has, but it isn't exactly unfair considering that Sephiroth himself doesn't know if he may get too close to the edge and inflict too great a pain on him. All it ought to take, though, is self-restraint, and he wouldn't be the famed General that he is if he hadn't absolute control of himself to begin with. Everyone should know that. Even this devoted little trooper.

Just before Zack lets out a cry and comes inside of him, Cloud brings a hand up to touch the ends of Sephiroth's long, silver hair. And it is all Sephiroth can do not to shove those fingers into his mouth and suck -- or bite -- them. Just the thought makes him come.

END