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[ 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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[ cloud comes, and zack keeps fucking him right through that orgasm and all the way through to the other side, and maybe cloud really is going to go crazy. like this, with his muscles still helplessly tensed and spasming, it feels like zack is twice as big inside him, and every thrust fills cloud’s skull with a blinding spear of bright white light. ]

Zack! [ it’s practically a wail, and cloud might feel embarrassed about it if zack wasn’t fucking all his brain cells straight into a short circuit. he curses, blunted nails dragging little pink lines down zack’s back as cloud tries to find purchase on his sweat-slick skin, heels digging into the small of his back. ]

I can’t — [ choked off, keening, desperate. it feels good, and it feels like he’s going to break, and it’s too much, and he needs it so, so bad. ] I can’t, I can’t, Zack, p-please…!

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You can, Cloud, baby, you can, I love you so fucking much -

[ He takes it as far as he can, past the sweet burn of Cloud's nails raking down his back, the pressure of the heels, the wail. Driving into Cloud deep and hard, over and over, until the pleasure of it consumes him utterly and the bare thread that was holding him together snaps. He comes so hard it makes him dizzy, his vision a kaleidoscope of Cloud's gorgeous face, flushed and sweaty and taut with sensation. It crashes over him, a wave that drags him straight to the depths, and just as he thinks he's going to come up for air the way Cloud is still clenching around him sends him back down again. He makes a noise that's halfway to a howl, animalistic. He drives himself home, one last time, deep as he can go for the final wave of it, and chokes out Cloud's name. ]

[ zack tells him that he can, and suddenly, it’s cloud’s only fucking truth. he’s falling, but it’s okay, because zack is with him.

cloud knows he must sound absolutely wrecked, but he’s past the point of caring. there’s nothing in the universe but zack — above him, inside him, pouring love and worship down over him until every inch of cloud is filled. and then zack is coming, pressed as deep inside cloud as he can go, and impossibly? cloud feels himself trip off the edge of another orgasm he didn’t even realize was there, sinking his teeth into zack’s shoulder as the pleasure tears itself out of him. ]

[ If Zack was still capable of speech, he'd have something to say about that. Cloud, baby, is that for me? or so good, so good for me, I knew you could do it. He isn't. Cloud bites down on the meat of his shoulder, seizes around his cock, and the tail end of his orgasm winds into something so brutally intoxicating he sees stars. He forgets to breathe, the trick of it only coming back to him when he's wrung-out, drained, and collaspes against Cloud fully, slurring something that is definitely supposed to be Cloud's name. ]

Beautiful. Love you. So much.

[ he’s trembling the way he used to in those early days after zack would put him through a brutal workout, breath coming in little hiccuping pants. still clinging to zack like there’s some risk of losing him if he doesn’t, face buried in the crook of zack’s neck and shoulder as his body slowly winds itself down.

the low rumble of zack’s voice is soothing, helps him mellow into afterglow. and cloud thinks that this would be a very appropriate time to say something — holy shit or i love you or maybe just thank you. but when he tries to remember how words work, the only thing that comes out is a blissed out little: ] Mmnn.

[ Zack has just enough energy left on him to roll them over, so Cloud's draped over him. He knows that in the heat of it Cloud likes the feeling of being boxed in by his body, but Zack is bigger and heavier and it's going to be too much eventually. Especially because - ]

Stay right here, okay? Don't move. I wanna stay inside you. I wanna be inside you for as long as I can.

[ Hands stroking over Cloud's back, heavy and artless with how completely wrecked he is from what they've done. But he needs it. Needs the touch, to pet at Cloud and let him know how good he was, how Zack treasures him. ]

[ cloud whines out a little sound of protest when zack starts to move underneath him, trying to form a protest to stop zack from leaving. but then they’re rolling, and cloud is still sprawled out on top of zack, skin against skin, and —

oh.

cloud promptly buries his face into zack’s chest with a wrung-out little whine of protest. because it’s stupidly hot that zack wants to stay pressed up inside him, and cloud can appreciate that with the parts of his brain that aren’t shorted out, but his dick is very clearly threatening to shrivel up and fall right off if he even dares send an iota of horny down there. it’s a stupid, unfair dilemma, especially when your stupid, unfair boyfriend is always stupidly and unfairly hot. ]

Zaaaaaack, don’t. [ it’s the best plea for mercy cloud is capable of. ]

'm gonna. Gonna stay right here.

[ And it's mean of him, maybe, but he sends a hand coasting down Cloud's back until his fingertips reach where they're joined, traces over where Cloud's rim is still stretched around him. He's growing soft pretty quick - hard not to, after coming like that - but there's a part of him that's completely in love with the fantasy of staying inside Cloud until he can get hard again, come inside him again. He ducks his head until he can bury a kiss in Cloud's hair, nuzzling at him. ]

I like thinking about it. I wish I could just... fill you up.

[ zack slides a hand down cloud’s back, teases his fingertips over cloud’s rim, and the sound cloud makes in response is a little plea for mercy. he’s sensitive, the skin there puffy and tender from how well zack worked him over, and even that little grazing touch sends little electric jolts of sensation through him that make his muscles jump and twitch.

he can’t get it up again. he can’t. no matter how many filthy things zack says to him, no matter where he touches. his dick will fall right off and then he’ll die and then zack will have to go sit on the couch across from his mother and tell her ma’am, i’m so sorry, but i fucked your son to death. ]

Not allowed to talk. [ which comes out more like n’llowed t’ talk because he can’t pick his face up off zack’s chest. ] Or I’ll divorce you.

Okay, baby. Okay. I'll just lay here.

[ It's pitched low and soothing, which honestly? Should maybe be a warning sign. ]

Stay right here where I belong. Inside you. Until you wanna fuck me, at least.

[ Inspiration! ]

Wanna do it tonight? You're always so good inside me, but I bet you'd really do a number on me when you're mad.

[ shiva’s tits. ifrit’s hairy balls. ramuh’s old… wrinkly… something.

cloud’s cock twitches where it’s caught between them, and the sound that it drags out of cloud in response is very nearly a sob. he goes ahead and mushes his face right back in zack’s chest again, because there’s probably no point in worrying about breathing if zack is trying to murder him, anyway. ]

‘m gonna die. [ muffled, yes, but that somehow only adds to how pitiful he sounds. ] You’re trying to kill me.

Felt that. [ He's radiating smug. ] I'm gonna take it as a yes.

[ But he's not a total monster! He lifts a hand to pet at Cloud's hair, hums softly. ]

But later. Let's rest. Wanna take a nap?

[ a little groan of marked relief. ]

Bully.

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