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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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[ 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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