fourstrings | and i say it's worth it, too

and i say it's worth it, too

[ He’d been wrong for so long. All those dreams, all that talk of being a hero, and it turns out doing the heroic stuff is kinda shitty. 13-year-old Zack Fair packing his bags to head off and join up with Shinra would have been horrified to even think it, but a quiet life is pretty damn good.

That’s what they have now, for the most part. Cloud hooked him up with a place to stay (in the same house as Cloud, but not in the same room) and a job (for Cloud’s delivery business – Cloud Strife, entrepreneur! Who’d have thought?), and even friends, even if Aerith smacks him in the arm (with tears in her eyes, to be fair) over all her unanswered letters. And it’s good. It’s good to have fighting be the rare exception rather than the norm, to get up early because he wants to rather than because he’ll get hauled into disciplinary proceedings if he doesn’t, to come home at the end of the day to meals they all pitch in to make and a table full of laughter. And it’s so, so good to be with Cloud. Even if he hasn’t been – you know, with Cloud.

Not that they haven’t been intimate! Some of the time they’ve spent together has felt more intimate, more naked than any of the sex they’d had before... everything. Times Cloud came into his room and held him close and ran quiet fingers through his hair after Zack woke up screaming from another dream about Cloud being trapped in that mako tank again. Times when they’d laid together on the bed and Cloud had told Zack what he remembered and Zack had filled in the blanks, wanting to be careful not to overwhelm him but so eager to share he almost couldn’t help it. And they’ve kissed, a few times, chastely and briefly – but there’s still a distance between them. Zack had thought Cloud might have had someone else, for a little while. Been convinced he was with Tifa, who is beautiful and funny and kind but not enough of any of those things for Zack not to feel relieved when she smiled at him and told him no, no. We tried it, but... it didn’t work out. It’s just... Cloud, keeping a kind and polite but pretty firm boundary between them.

It’s okay. It’s okay! A lot has changed! Cloud has been through so much that he seems like the older one now, and Zack had... died, maybe, but at least not been there for some literal world-endingly intense stuff. But he still loves Cloud, in that way where you know no matter what you do or what you try it’s not going away, and still wants him. So Zack does his best to be respectful, telling himself that if it’s meant to be, it’ll be.

That doesn’t mean he’s gonna turn down a chance to help it along, though. So when it’s a quiet evening and the house is empty but for the two of them – unheard of, but Barrett and the girls have taken the kids out to see some show – and the lights are low and Cloud is talking in his quiet, measured way about something that had happened out at work and Zack doesn’t hear a word of it because he’s thinking yet again about how gorgeous Cloud is -

well, who’s gonna hold it against him if he leans in and kisses Cloud right on the mouth?

...not Cloud, hopefully. ]

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[ Cloud laughs before he kisses him again, and that makes it even sweeter. He tries his best to match Cloud's pace - it's slow, not exactly careful. More like he's trying to soak it up, to enjoy it for what it is. It's a good idea - they've gone without for so long - so Zack tries not to kiss him like he's trying to lose himself in Cloud and act more like it's a journey they're on together.

His hands are not getting with the program. One of them rises to tangle in Cloud's hair, the other roams desperately over him - the broader set of his shoulders, his back, the neat dip of his waist. Be patient, be patient, he tells himself, but when his hand settles on Cloud's hip there's no stopping the determined stray thumb that darts up under Cloud's shirt in search of warm, bare skin. ]

[ the feeling of zack’s hand on him is good. cloud’s not as scrawny as he used to be, but zack’s hands are still big enough to make him feel small. and even that tease of contact is enough to make cloud ache for more — especially when zack slips his thumb underneath cloud’s shirt, almost like he’s just as desperate for it.

cloud breaks away from the kiss, nosing affectionately along zack’s jaw. ] Might be better if we —

Upstairs?

Yeah.

[ Upstairs is music to Zack's ears. It's exactly what he wants, what he needs, and it's Cloud's suggestion, which makes it even better. But upstairs involves relinquishing his grip on Cloud, and his hands don't want to comply. Like a kid failing the marshmallow test, he slips that hand higher until it's all the way under Cloud's shirt and his fingertips tingle at being reunited with Cloud's skin. He hums low in his throat, nuzzles his face against Cloud's. It's so good to feel him like this again that detaching himself feels like the greatest trial he's faced so far. ]

[ well. clearly zack’s too busy to make the long and arduous journey upstairs, but that’s okay.

if there’s one thing cloud can thank all the mako-enhancements for, it’s this: he stands up and gets one arm under zack, then hefts the bigger man up into his arms like he weighs nothing at all. and really, he could navigate the bar with his eyes closed, so there’s nothing to prevent him from catching zack’s mouth in another kiss as he carts him right upstairs. into his room, because he’s been waiting for what feels like ages to say that zack belongs there.

then? because cloud strife is a paragon of romance? he dumps zack right on the bed like a sack of potatoes, grinning at the sight of him sprawling there. it’s tempting to join him, but —
]

Wait a sec. I’ve been wanting to show you something.

[ then it’s over to the closet. the search for it is quick, because cloud knows right where he keeps the folder, and then he’s back. sitting down on the edge of the bed, flipping through the documents stuffed inside. the deed to the house in costa del sol is in here, and —

aha. tugging out a little stack of paper neatly pinned together at one corner with a paper clip. the first is a deed to some property — a few acres about an hour away from midgar. the rest are all assorted newspaper clippings, and the first reads: RECORD BREAKING GOLD CHOCOBO ENJOYS HER R&R AT FAIRWEATHER FARMS.

it’s that one that he slides over to zack, almost shyly. not making eye contact, stuffing the rest of the papers back where they belong. ] I don’t know if you remember, but —

[ Getting scooped up and carried like a blushing bride gets a little ooh! out of Zack that's better fitted to a schoolgirl seeing her crush than a genetically enhanced supersoldier, and he laughs when Cloud just dumps him on the bed -

but when he looks at the article he sucks in a sharp breath and goes quiet. Traces the name in the headline with a tender fingertip, his smile soft and trembling at the edges. ]

Fairweather Farms. This is yours?

[ Cloud might not be making eye contact, but Zack's eyes are glued to his face, searching. It's... amazing. So wonderful, to think that with everything that was going on Cloud still had time to make little dreams like that come true for himself. ]

Yeah.

[ he is not a sixteen year old kid anymore, but somehow? zack still knows how to make him blush. ] We were pretty strapped for money on the road, so, uh. [ a little sheepish! how do you explain that you stopped in the middle of saving the world for side quests? ] We got into racing chocobos at the Gold Saucer. Ended up being pretty good at it, actually.

And after everything was over, we needed a place to keep the birds… [ he’s got pictures, too! passing them over. a picture of the elderly couple who lives in the little guest cottage and looks after the place, hugging cloud (who looks like he’s two seconds away from bolting) on either side and waving at the camera. a picture of marlene leaning up to put a flower crown on one of the birds while denzel watches from the background. a picture of tifa and aerith sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the front porch steps, watching the sun go down. a picture of barret very enthusiastically driving a tractor, and then a picture immediately after that of the tractor smoking in a ditch. ] I didn’t remember a lot, but… I remembered that. The way we promised.

The Buster Sword is there, too. [ after everything, he’d taken it away from that cliff. spent a few days and plenty of elbow grease shining her back up to new, then had it mounted up above the mantle with a little plaque underneath. for zack fair, hero. ] We can go see it someday, if you want.

Wow.

[ It's a stupid thing to get tearful over! Chocobo racing and photos of flipped tractors! But the other stuff, too. Cloud doing something just to fill a need and turning out to be the best at it. Their girls on the porch, the kids with the chocobos, even that hug from the cute old couple - little moments of beauty and joy, captured and tucked away safe for Cloud to keep. And Cloud remembering their promise, making it real even when Zack wasn't around to keep it for.

Zack tries, and mostly fails, to pull himself together. Huffs a little exhale and smiles. ]

I'd like that a lot.

Good. Your name’s on the deed, anyway.

[ it’s the last piece of paper he passes over. both of their names, even if cloud had been the only one around to sign. helpful to have a guy like reeve owe you half a dozen favors, after all.

and now he can’t resist the urge to lean in and press a kiss to the little criss-crossed scars on zack’s cheek. ] I’m sorry I didn’t get to take you there sooner.

Cloud.

[ He really is going to lose it. Tragic, to come so close to finally getting laid again and then start blubbing like a kid. He'd better take his chance while he has it. He sets the papers aside - carefully, with the respect they deserve - and catches Cloud's face in both hands to kiss him while it's still just a prickle of tears.

He can understand why he didn't know any of this sooner - Cloud was never the type to brag about his accomplishments, and it'd take more than a mako mindwipe to turn him into the kind of guy who'd open with "here's all the cool shit I did while you were pickled" - but it aches in the best way to know it. To know that even with everything he went through there was still time for fun, for beauty, and building something secure. ]

I love you.

I love you too.

[ it’s a truth that comes as easy as breathing. even when nearly all of his memories were lost, scattered fragments of glass littered across the landscape of his mind, that had nestled deep inside his heart and waited safely there. and when tifa helped him piece his mind back together in the lifestream, it had been the first thing to unfold itself to cloud all over again.

all along, zack’s been there. protecting him, pushing him gently forward, watching his back. and all along, he’s held cloud’s heart snugly in his hands.

he reaches up to cup zack’s face with one of his hands, and kisses him again. sweet and slow and deep, the way he’s dreamed of doing a thousand times since zack came home to him. ]

[ What is there to say to that? He wants to say it back again, wants to say it forever. Turn it into an endless loop. He can do that with more than words, though, and he takes a little revenge for Cloud carrying him up here bridal-style by taking him by the hips and pulling him into his lap. Closer, now. Still not close enough, but it's good to press into that kiss and let his hands wander up Cloud's shirt again, mapping out the swell of muscle that's deliciously new to his touch.

It's exciting and comforting both. This rediscovery of their love, the intimacy between them. As breathlessly eager as if it were brand new and soothing in its familiarity at the same time. And it grounds Zack a little too; he may not know exactly what he's for in this new reality, but he can still be one of the things he was best at: the guy who loves Cloud Strife more than anything in the world. ]

[ he laughs when zack grabs him by the hips to move him bodily closer, even if the action is enough to send a bolt of heat up all the way through him. and the way zack's hands slide up under his shirt only adds to that -- cloud arches up into the touch with a low, pleased sound to encourage more.

breaking the kiss only once he needs to breathe, but he doesn't pull away this time. scrapes his teeth over zack's lower lip, trails kisses along his jaw and then down his throat. murmuring into his skin, because he wants zack to know everything. ] I love you. I missed you.

I'm gonna marry you, if you let me.

[ Zack's busy finding openings to plant smooches on Cloud while Cloud's face is moving around doing all that kissing, but at that? He freezes. Marry? Marry him? Let him??? Like it's not the thing that would make Zack happiest out of everything in the universe?

Man, if this is a joke the comedown is gonna be rough. ]

Cloud?

Are you serious?

[ they're pressed so close together that cloud can feel it when zack goes tense, and it's enough to make him still immediately. it's easy to see how that could come off as too much -- they've only just bridged the gap back into this kind of intimacy, after all. ]

Sorry. [ pulling back so that he can look zack in the eyes, studying his face with his brow knitted. ] You don't have to say anything now. I'm not trying to rush you.

[ bumping their foreheads together gently. ] I just want you to know. You're it for me. You always have been.

No, no -

[ The forehead bump is nice, really it is, but Zack needs to be looking Cloud in the eye for this. He takes Cloud's face in his hands, pulls back enough to really look at him. ]

Can we? Like, soon. Not one day, some day. [ Because if what they've been through has taught him anything, it that when you find something good, you have to grab it tight and never let go. You can't wait for one day when things are better or more stable or more comfortable. You have to do it. ] Soon. As soon as we can pull it together. Can we?

[ oh.

cloud had almost forgotten what it feels like to be so happy that it hurts. that your chest aches with it, like it's too much for your heart to hold. ]

Yeah. [ expression soft, eyes warm with the smile lingering around the edges of his mouth. ], Of course we can. Whenever you want to. As soon as you want to.

Good.

[ He's still holding Cloud's face, so that makes it easy to pull him back into a kiss. And it's an enthusiastic one, reflecting the boundless joy Cloud has given Zack right back into him. This is amazing! They're together again! They're gonna get married! That kiss was the best failure of impulse control he's ever had, for sure. He grins into the kiss, lets go of Cloud's head just to grab his shirt and peel it up off his body, does the same with his own in record time. Presses in close, skin to skin, heart to heart. ]

Are we engaged?

[ okay, maybe it's rude to laugh at that, but cloud can't help it. not when the question apparently required both of them to be shirtless before zack could ask it. ]

Yeah. But come up with a better story when Aerith wants to know how I asked, okay? [ teasing, reaching up to wrap his arms around zack's shoulders and press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. ] I'll find you some fireworks later.

[ That's never gonna work. She can smell it when he's lying. But Cloud wraps his arms around him and kisses him, and any concern about future asskickings evaporates as the gremlin brain kicks in. ]

We could make some fireworks right now.

[ his smile tips up just a little wider at the corners. ]

Yeah? You gonna tell Aerith about those?

[ a little trail of open-mouthed kisses along zack's jaw, working his way down to zack's throat. finding a place to attach his mouth to and suck, humming a pleased sound. ]

Nah. The first time's just for us.

[ A brief derailment while that sucking makes him gasp softly, the sound that comes after halfway between a moan and a laugh. For all Cloud's concern about him not being the person Zack wanted any more, he sure remembers how to press Zack's buttons. ]

I'll give her the deets on round two.

Cute.

[ pulling away from the little mark he's left on zack's throat, taking a moment to admire his handiwork before he splays a hand on zack's chest to push him back onto the mattress.

drops his voice low, into a teasing purr. ]

You don't want anyone to know how sweet you are when you make love to me? [ letting one hand drift down zack's chest, until he finds a nipple and tweaks. ] Wanna keep it our secret?

[ Oh. Oh, fuck. He'd always liked it when Cloud got a little bossy, a little bratty, but this right off the bat is new. And he fucking loves it. He makes that sound that would be embarrassing if it was for anyone but Cloud when his fingers find Zack's nipple - the little whine that begs for more - and hums mmhm. ]

Nobody's ever seen me the way you get me. I wanna keep it that way. Just for you.

That's right. Because you're all mine.

[ listen, if saving the world has taught him anything, it's how to kick on cocky when he needs it. and he's worked through too much to feel particularly embarrassed about this, the possessive fire that only zack lights in the pit of his belly.

he works his way down further, but not before an indulgent little roll of his ass down against zack's hips. ]

That why you're in such a hurry to marry me? You want the whole world to know?

Yes.

[ Breathless, both because of the delicious pressure of Cloud's weight over his dick and what Cloud's saying. It's so hot, and all the better because up until tonight he hadn't been sure Cloud wanted him like this any more at all - the evidence that Cloud does and he's absolutely willing to take it is almost like a drug. He lifts a hand to his throat, to the place where the lingering throb of Cloud's mouth tells him there's a mark. ]

Like this, but forever.

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