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no matter any weather

[ It’s funny how things come full circle, sometimes. They’d been on holiday in Costa del Sol when Zack pulled the fantasy of working a little farm together out of thin air. Now they’re moving everything into the little farm they’ve bought for cheap because the previous owners won big at the Gold Saucer, wanted to sell up and move to Costa del Sol. So lucky, it’s like something straight out of a dream. Fitting, since the process of getting here had seemed like a nightmare.

It started with Wutai. No, it should have started with Wutai. All those people who just wanted to live their lives on their own land, and Shinra sent in SOLDIER to make sure that didn’t happen. And Zack had done as he was told; loved it, even, thinking only of impressing Director Lazard. But then there’d been that girl who tried to scam him, sending him off to find materia, and it was only after Zack had made her cry a couple times that he started asking questions. Like, what did a little kid need all that materia for anyway, and where were all the adults in her life when she was out trying to swindle a member of Shinra’s elite fighting force?

He'd gone to Angeal hoping to be talked out of his doubts. That? Had not happened. What happened was a fast track to honorable discharge (with documentation that Zack strongly suspects was faked, because Shinra doesn’t let anyone go easy) for him and Cloud both, money that Angeal had said he wasn’t going to need with a funny sort of smile on his face. Zack hadn’t understood, but by the end of Angeal’s explanation he’d been in tears, and never more grateful that Cloud, at least, had never made it into SOLDIER. Although even if he had, it probably wouldn’t have stopped him from looking like he was going to faint when Angeal gave them both goodbye hugs and told them to live well.

He'll never forget it, but it seems very far away now. They didn’t have a lot of possessions to move. The farm equipment was included in the sale, and the house on the land is small but cosy; lots of polished wood surfaces, a fireplace in the living room, faded floral curtains that the owner had said would need to be replaced, but that Zack kind of likes. Best of all is the little stable with a pair of work chocobos; they’d been wary of Zack, fluffing up their feathers to seem bigger, but when Cloud had gone in and quietly said hi to them it had only taken about ten minutes for one of them to nestle her head in against Cloud’s neck and the look on his face had made it all worth it.

Tomorrow, he’ll be planting all day. There’s a tiny crop of corn and greens for chocobo feed, but the rest of the fields have lain fallow since the old owners made their plans to get out. It’s gonna take work to get it running profitably, but it’ll be good work. Honest. And he’ll have Cloud here with him; Cloud, who has just put down the last box and is standing there looking around the room like he can’t quite believe it. Zack can; he believes in this, because he believes in Cloud. He walks over and loops his arms around him from behind, nuzzles his face into Cloud’s hair. ]

Welcome home.

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[ well, if his grin is any indication, it's obvious that cloud doesn't mind being kinda snorted on. he combs his fingers lazily through zack's hair, petting affectionately like he's trapped under the weight of a great big dog. ]

I'll mount it and put it above the mantle. That's very rust -- ah!

[ whoops, thought lost when zack's tongue finds his nipple. ]

[ Luckily for Cloud, Zack is far too intrigued by that sound to revel in his victory. His hands fasten on Cloud's hips - a play at holding him in place when hopefully he'll need to do anything but - and he sets about trying to refine the process he'd used with such success before. A drag of his teeth, light sucking pressure, a curl of his tongue. This is fun. ]

[ sensitive. enough for him to whine out a little half-desperate sound as zack sets his mouth to work there in earnest, squirming restlessly against the sheets. not really trying to get away, not really wanting to -- there's something intoxicating about feeling how easily zack can hold him in place weighed against the knowledge of just how quickly said would let him go if cloud said the word. ]

Z-Zack... [ tightening the hand he has in zack's hair into a little tug, because it's the only kind of revenge he has from up here. ]

[ Sucky revenge, because Zack loves it. Cloud's a good boy, always has been, so if he's pulling at Zack's hair? That's a sign he's doing something right! He nibbles lightly (lightly! Raw nipples are no fun, he knows this from his ill-fated and short-lived decision to try and do distance running!), laughing soft against Cloud's skin. ]

I love the way you sound.

[ the nibble makes his breath hitch, prompts another half-hearted wriggle underneath zack's weight. but that praise makes him burn -- it always does, whether it's zack telling him he did good when cloud manages an extra five reps or because he's finally managed to get zack's dick all the way down his throat. one of those weird places, maybe, where one aspect of their relationship bleeds right into the other. ]

Yeah? [ a little breathy, trying to give zack's head a meaningful little push to get him moving lower. and maybe he's in a mood, because: ] .... what else?

[ Oho. Bratty Cloud doesn't often raise his head. More with Zack than with anyone else, he thinks, because he knows Zack knows he never means it mean. Because he knows Zack likes it.

He baits it out, takes the bud of Cloud's nipple lightly between his teeth and pulls back until it snaps out of that loose hold before he takes the cue and moves lower - but not low enough. Kissing over Cloud's stomach, licking against the curve of his tiny little waist, moving to suck another mark just above Cloud's hip. That one's just for them, but that doesn't mean he love it any less. ]

Love the way you taste. Your skin on my tongue. You got me so down bad I even love it when you come in my mouth.

[ it's almost too much, right there on the edge of overstimulation. and when zack finally lets him have a little mercy and slides lower, it's a dizzying mix of relief and loss. even when he's had too much, when it comes to zack, there's always a part of cloud that wants more.

he huffs out a sound that tries to be a laugh, but he's wound so tight it comes out more like a pant. ] Yeah, you do. I can see it on your face.

[ he's gotten better at this. talking shit, acting brazen. it helps to know zack likes it, makes it easier to settle the part of him that wants to clam up and cram his face into the nearest pillow. ] Greedy.

For you? Always.

[ Lower still. He cups Cloud's ass in his hands, uses then to tip Cloud's hips up as he kisses over the skin low on his stomach. Nips at the skin there, just a little. Teasing while he still has it in him, while it doesn't feel mean. He needs Cloud, as much of him as he can get - but he likes it best when Cloud needs him, too. When he's demanding it, either in a brazen mood like this one or whining and wriggling in Zack's hold in an effort to get more. ]

Hmm. You ever get real hungry and then walk into somewhere where everything looks so damn good you can't decide what you want, even though you're starving?

[ the nip makes him suck in a sharp breath, his cock twitching against his stomach. it's an instant turn-on when zack flexes that easy strength, shows how easy it is for him to move cloud around any way he likes him -- and cloud knows zack knows it, too. ]

Mm. [ combing zack's hair lazily away from his face, trying to act like he's cool, like this isn't affecting him just as much. ] How's that a problem? I've seen how much you can take.

That's my Cloud. Brains of the operation, right here. I don't have to choose, do I? No alarms tomorrow. Nobody to report to.

[ The kisses are circling now, presses of his lips and hot little swipes of his tongue, everywhere but where they'd really count. ]

I can have everything.

[ And finally he licks a hot line up the length of Cloud's dick, cranes forward so he can slide his mouth over it without taking his hands out from under Cloud's ass. Then there's a little wriggling involved, a little readjusting until his mouth is holding Cloud's dick so it stands out perpendicular from his body, and in a spectacular display of showing off, he starts moving his hands to lift Cloud up and down, sliding Cloud into his mouth rather than his mouth onto Cloud. ]

[ cloud was on the verge of making another smart little remark. something about how zack still reports to him, maybe, or a reminder that wanna-be farmers get up with the dawn. but then zack does that, and cloud knows half of what he's doing is putting on a very intentional show, but damn if it doesn't work.

cloud has to bite down on his lip to stifle the sound he makes when zack takes him into his mouth, the muscles in his abdomen twitching as he tries to buck up. can't, not with zack holding his hips like that, but that's good, too. so instead he presses the heel of one foot into zack's back to help brace himself, groans out a low noise as that sensation floods sweetly through him. ]

[ Oh, that's good. The sound Cloud makes - quiet, muffled, like he's still trying to keep the upper hand here - the foot pressing into Zack's back, which isn't even close to hurting but is the kind of unthinking action from Cloud that makes him wild. The only problem with sucking Cloud's dick is that he can't tell Cloud how hot he is at the same time, how fucking turned on he is.

He can make it up to him though. He can feel that twitching, the pressure in Cloud's muscles from where he's trying to arch up. Some people think there's such thing as showing off too much, but not Zack. He shifts a little to rebalance himself, takes a deep breath, and the next time he lifts Cloud up he pushes down too, sliding Cloud's cock right into the clinch of his throat. And fuck, it feels good. Not the sensation, so much, but the sense of accomplishment he always gets from it, the knowledge that it makes Cloud crazy. ]

[ zack moves a little lower, takes cloud all the way into his throat, and fuck. it's so good that the edges of cloud's vision go white -- his upper body strains into an arch even though zack is keeping his hips still, the muscles in his thighs trembling. he catches himself just before he cries out, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek; it's an old habit, born of shared dorms with questionable soundproofing. but he's heedless of the way his hand tightens in zack's hair until it's a sharp tug, his next breath tumbling out of him in a strained little whine. ]

Zack -- [ choked, halfway to desperate. so close to please. ] Shit, that f-feels so --

[ Fuck yes. Cloud already sounds wrecked, which is a great sign for Zack's plans for the rest of the night. That sharp tug to his hair only spurs him on. Time to act like the slut Reno apparently told half of Shinra he was! He starts sliding again, drawing Cloud out and pushing him back in to the clutch of his throat, not bothering to stifle the little noises it forces out of him - effort, yeah, but also little grunts and moans because doing this as knowing the effect it has on Cloud has him so hard his dick is positively angry. Pulls back when he has to, giving himself only enough time to unclench his throat and suck air through his nose before he's at it again. Greedy, just like Cloud said, wanting to show off for him, wanting Cloud to feel like he's won at boyfriend-getting. Wanting to make him come in that way that makes him stare at Zack after like Zack's some kind of maniac. ]

Fuck --

[ holy shit. how is any normal human supposed to handle this? zack sucks him off like he's starving and cloud's dick is a five-course meal, with so much shameless enthusiasm for the task he isn't even stifling the little sounds he makes. grunting, moaning, the filthy little wet sounds when he works cloud's dick into his throat. all of it makes cloud so hot it feels like he's going to burn up from the inside out, like there's a real risk he'll just combust before zack gets him off.

speaking of --

cloud is doing his best to fight himself off that edge, just because he's selfish enough to want it to last as long as he can, but hell. zack isn't showing him any mercy at all, and he's already so worked up by all the fooling around they've done so far that it really isn't a fair fight. still, he drags it out as long as he can, all his muscles wound so tight they're trembling and so close to the edge of overstimulation that his voice is breaking around needy, embarrassing little mewls.

but despite his best efforts, that peak crashes into him like a wave. drags him down and under, and his spine arches hard enough to make the muscles in his stomach burn. the sound he makes tries to be zack's name -- but it might also be a curse, a please, his brain is too shot to really know. ]

[ Cloud is kind of twitching and shivering in his grip, which is already amazing, and then it hits. There's enough warning that Zack can pull back just enough to swallow properly (ruining Cloud's orgasm by nearly puking when he held him in his throat for it is definitely a once was enough type experience), but he plays it up to balance that out; moans when he feels the pulse of Cloud's cock, when the taste of him hits.

His turn to be a brat, now. He lowers Cloud back down to the bed, but keeps his mouth on him. Still sucking at him, stroking with his tongue. He only stops when one of Cloud's knees jerks sharply inwards - involuntary, he's pretty sure, but enough of a signal that Cloud has had enough for now. He seems dazed - a perfect opportunity for more of that brattiness when Zack drags himself back up the length of Cloud's body and kisses him deep, knowing the taste of him is still thick in his mouth. ]

[ it's almost, almost too much. the way zack moans around him, the sight (and sound) of him swallowing cloud's release greedily down. and then the way zack keeps working him all the way through the climax, like he's trying to wring every bit of it out of him. at that point, cloud is a mess -- too far gone to stifle the broken little whines he's making, writhing on the sheets like his body doesn't know whether to push closer or pull away. his muscles are twitching with little electric jerks of sensation, the signs of his overheated brain shorting right the fuck out.

and when zack finally lets up, pulls his mouth up and off cloud, it's relief and it's torture. his head is buzzing with white noise, still fogged up with pleasure and release -- but there's just enough clarity to realize that he's tasting himself when zack leans in to kiss him, and it sends a little jolt of heat through cloud's overworked system that has him moaning into zack's mouth. ]

Mmm.

[ Smug. So smug as he presses the length of his body against the side of Cloud's, curling close. Hand gliding over his skin, rubbing little circles, stroking. He combs fingertips through Cloud's hair like petting him, soft and gentle. ]

Look at you. You're a mess. Practically limp.

[ And, with a wicked little glint in his eye: ]

So relaxed. Bet if I fucked you right now it'd take no work at all to open you up.

Mmmgh.

[ because that's all the response that first bit really warrants, and the act of stringing words into a sentence seems a little too advanced right now. cloud is relaxed -- boneless and fuzzy, tilting his head up into zack's hand like a kitten.

and then zack goes right ahead and lets the rest of that thought fall right out of his mouth.

cloud makes a little sputtering noise, skin flushing pink with color that has nothing to do with all that recent exertion. and! very politely putting a hand in zack's face and trying to shove him off, because: ] Who says stuff like that?

[ zack. zack does. ]

The man you decided to run away for a happily ever after with. Sounds like poor planning on your part, to be honest.

[ And he nips playfully at one of the fingers on that hand in his face. As time's gone on and they've gotten closer it's taken more and more to get a blush out of Cloud when it's just the two of them (publically sometimes all it takes is holding his hand, and that's so cute Zack could die of it every time), so when he does it's like an extra-special treat!)

[ shameless!

... and unfortunately, it's one of the things cloud loves most about him. poor planning, indeed.

but cloud also isn't the type to just lay back and let himself get one-upped! maybe he's not as bold as zack, not always, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to give as good as he gets. (and it's easier when it's just the two of them, when zack reacts to every little inch cloud gives him like it's a treasure.)

so he lets his hand drop, bites at one corner of his lip before he lets his eyes flick back up to zack through his lashes. ] Dunno. Who else am I gonna run off with?

[ taking one of zack's hands and pushing it lower along his torso. ] No one else could do it for me. Not when you've got me all broken in around the shape of you.

[ Oh, fuck!

It's official, Cloud's some kind of... sex wizard. Twenty seconds ago he look and sounded like his brain was mush, and now he's saying that and tracking Zack's hand down towards where he has, on occasion, pressed it tight and felt himself inside Cloud, and Zack feels like he's the one who's about to short circuit. And he loves the thought of that - that they're so good together, so meant for each other that they fit like lock and key. He gives a low moan, presses that hand against Cloud's skin in a way that probably betrays exactly what he's remembering, and leans to steal another kiss from Cloud's lips. ]

Let me do it for you now. I wanna be inside you.

[ heh. it's nice to get some points on the board.

and cloud likes that look on zack's face -- when his expression melts from surprised to horny, when he forgets (for just a second) how to keep running his mouth. right now? cloud's so pleased with himself he could purr.

but what he does instead is drag zack closer for another kiss, nipping at his lower lip. and then, because zack absolutely gave him shit for it earlier and deserves it: ] Ask nicely.

[ Honestly? That just makes it better. Not that it's necessarily a good thing - Zack's already so turned on he'd bust in under a minute if it weren't for the famous SOLDIER stamina - but for Cloud, he'll do his best. ]

Nothing feels better than you do. Being inside you is like being in heaven. Even if I only ever got to do it once, I coulda died happy.

[ He moves in for another kiss, soft and sweet but heated, searching. Pleading, almost. Twists his wrist so he can thread his fingers through Cloud's. ]

Please, Cloud. Pretty please? Can I make love to you?

[ The corner of his mouth is twitching, but he thinks he's doing a pretty good job! ]

[ stop!! no! that isn't what he meant!

because that praise wriggles underneath his skin and glows, makes the blood in cloud's veins simmer with want. and that kiss only makes it worse, because zack knows just how to pour in everything he's brimming with until it makes cloud feel like he's going to overflow.

and then? that. that. cloud goes from pink to red, blue eyes going wider and then breaking off eye contact entirely. so much for being cool! ]

Yeah. [ it's all he can manage. ] Yeah.

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