Title: Hotter (Part Two)
Author: nishi_shinji
Universe: Final Fantasy
Characters: Sephiroth/Zack
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine.
Other Parts: Juxtaverse Master List

Summary: "Someday, I'll take you. I'll spread you open until I can see every part of you. I'll tear you apart and crawl inside, bury myself in you so every cell in your body breathes me in."

Author's Notes: Definitely some naughty in this part, and also, angst. Beta'ed by ldybastet, who is absolutely wonderful in pretty much every way.


"Take me," Zack moaned, turning his head to mouth the words against Sephiroth's cheek. "Fuck me-- god, fuck me."

The desk rocked from the force of Zack's needy, desperate shudders. Sephiroth was draped over him from behind, with one gloved hand between his thighs and the other teasing his nipples until he mewled and squirmed. Every time the leather of Sephiroth's uniform rubbed against his naked ass, it ripped a whimper from his throat. Zack was trembling already, back arched and legs spread wide, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands and trying to push back against the other man's clothed erection.

"Not yet," Sephiroth breathed, and Zack hated the bastard for clinging to self-control while he, meanwhile, was going not-so-quietly insane.

Even so, he wasn't willing to give up just yet. Reaching back, he tangled his fingers in the other man's hair and whimpered, "Finger me-- come on, put your fingers in me. Fuck me."

There was a quiet, hitched breath against his ear, and then Sephiroth was biting the curve of his shoulder. Zack gasped and bucked his hips, reeling from the sudden flash of pain. Nothing he'd said or done in the past had gotten that kind of reaction before, and he felt high from the buzz of pleasure ringing in his ears.

"Who taught you to speak that way?" Sephiroth demanded as he hauled Zack up by his shoulders and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Zack made a pleased, purring sound, because if he wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of jealousy in the other man's voice. Still rolling his hips back to rub against Sephiroth, he whined, "C'mon, I'm old enough to have picked up on some stuff on my own."

When Sephiroth pulled away, Zack almost protested, but then he was being turned and tugged down into the older man's lap. Once they were settled in the desk chair, he bit his bottom lip and looped his arms around Sephiroth's shoulders. Judging by the look on his lover's face, he was either about to be pushed away or lectured, neither of which he fancied.

What Sephiroth did instead was grip him by the back of the neck and kiss him.

Every nerve ending in Zack's body seemed to react at once. Dizzy and breathless, he was vaguely aware of the way his hips jolted forward and of the needy, whimpering sound he made when the head of his cock smeared precome over the leather of Sephiroth's uniform. The hand on the back of his neck squeezed a gasp from him, and he thrust his tongue into the other man's mouth. The rough press of Sephiroth's lips was wreaking havoc on his already oversensitive body, and Zack wriggled against him, trying to get some kind of relief for his aching prick.

"Open the top drawer," Sephiroth whispered when Zack pulled away to take a deep, gasping breath.

Thankful that it didn't seem like he was going to be pushed off Sephiroth's lap any time soon, Zack leaned backwards and fumbled for the pull on the drawer. Once he had it open, he rummaged through it, not sure what he was looking for but determined to find it anyway. When he spotted the small bottle tucked in the back corner, he breathed a nearly silent prayer of hope and snatched it up between two fingertips.

"Lift up," Sephiroth commanded, giving Zack's thigh a light slap.

Zack immediately did as he was told, so aroused he swore his eyes were burning. One hand crept down to wrap around his swollen cock while he watched Sephiroth open the little container, and before he could stop himself, he moaned, "Oh fuck me, yeah, come on, do it."

"I've already said not yet," Sephiroth replied, but the cadence of his voice was rough around the edges. Once he'd coated his fingers with the oil, he snapped the bottle closed and tossed it aside.

Zack watched it skitter across the floor, and in a moment of clarity asked, "Why are you keeping that in your office?"

"I'm not seeing anyone else," Sephiroth replied, as if reading his mind.

Before Zack could complain about the non-answer, Sephiroth was touching him again, kneading his upper thigh with one hand and stroking the cleft of his ass with the other. The leather of Sephiroth's gloves was slick with oil, and when a finger rubbed over Zack's hole, he bit back a choked yelp.

Sephiroth hummed and asked, "Have you done this before?"

"Y-yes," Zack managed to gasp. "Any-- god-- anytime I think about you."

A quiet growl was all the warning he had before one finger slid into him and curled. The resulting tremor that ran through him was so violent that he almost toppled backwards off the chair, and would have if not for the hand gripping his hip.

"I thought SOLDIERs were supposed to be graceful." Sephiroth laughed, low and soft and almost predatory.

Zack was too close to being incoherent to offer a witty retort, so he pushed down against the other man's hand and breathed, "Your finger-- part of you is inside me."

That statement seemed to trigger something in Sephiroth, because his eyelashes fluttered and his lips parted on a quiet sigh. With a slow twist of his wrist, he pulled his finger out a bit, then thrust it back inside quickly enough to bruise Zack with his knuckles.

"Fuck," Zack hissed, tangling his hands in the other man's hair and forcing their lips to meet in a frantic, almost brutal kiss. When Sephiroth began finger-fucking him in earnest, he mewled into his lover's mouth, letting his entire body rise and fall in the same rhythm. Little tendrils of fire were creeping through him, down through his thighs and up into his chest, and he broke away from the kiss to shake his head, trying to clear the haze that was creeping into the edges of his consciousness.

But Sephiroth was relentless, seemingly determined to drive him insane. Every time Zack whimpered, it was followed by a particularly hard thrust that made his breath catch in his throat. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that it was Sephiroth's cock inside him, a fantasy made even more potent when a second finger joined the first.

"I want you," Zack half-moaned, half-whined. "I want you so fucking bad, you have no fucking idea."

Sephiroth's head was tilted back, green eyes slitted in apparent pleasure, and he offered Zack a faint smile before breathing, "Oh, I think I have a very good idea."

"Take me, then," Zack groaned, letting his chin fall to his chest as he slammed his hips down and then rocked in Sephiroth's lap, luxuriating in the feel of the fingers buried in his ass.

The hand on his hip moved to the small of his back, pressing him tight against the other man's body. Desperate for something solid to cling to, Zack cupped the back of Sephiroth's head in both hands and forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch the rare expression of raw want on his lover's face.

"Someday, I'll take you," Sephiroth promised in a low purr, head tilted back to stare up at Zack. "I'll spread you open until I can see every part of you-- I'll tear you apart and crawl inside, bury myself in you so every cell in your body breathes me in."

Zack was losing his mind. Every time he moved, his cock rubbed against Sephiroth's uniform and his own belly, leaving streaks of precome on leather and flesh. No matter which way he twisted, he was trapped, and he wanted to stay that way for the rest of his life, caught between strong hands and soft hair, and a wicked mouth that closed over his collarbone. But all of that paled in comparison to the quiet, barely audible whisper of his name when the other man pulled away.

The need welled up inside him and he threw his head back to gasp for air as his fingers scrabbled for purchase on the other man's shoulders. Sephiroth's teeth closed over his throat a second later, biting just hard enough to make his vision go black at the edges, and then he was coming. Shudders wracked his body, so violent he had to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering, all the while the fingers inside him curled and twisted and pressed. Zack let out a strangled cry, cut off at the end when the mouth on his throat bit down a little harder, and his cock jerked between their bodies, painting his stomach and his lover's uniform with come.

Even after the shudders subsided to tremors and Zack forced his eyes to open again, Sephiroth's teeth lingered on his throat. The other man's shoulders were tense beneath his hands, and Zack could feel the hot rush of Sephiroth's panting breath on his skin.

"Seph--?" Zack whispered hoarsely.

The fingers splayed out across the small of his back curled, gloved fingertips digging into flesh, and Sephiroth pulled away just far enough to growl, "Zack."

"Are you okay?" Zack asked, quiet and for the first time, just a little bit afraid.

Sephiroth drew a deep, shaky breath, and whispered, "Get out of my office."

That was the last thing Zack expected to hear, and for a second, it stung so badly he actually felt tears welling up in his eyes. A moment later, a spike of anger ripped through him, and he used his grip on Sephiroth's shoulders to push away and snap, "Fuck you."

The green eyes that stared up at him were feral-bright with the glow of mako.

"Leave," Sephiroth hissed.

Zack twisted away, wincing with the other man's fingers slipped out of his body, but he didn't retreat. Trying his best to ignore the way Sephiroth's gaze followed-- tracked-- his every move, he backed up a few steps and shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on."

Sephiroth was on him before he could even process what was happening, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him down on his back atop the desk. Despite the edge of danger to the situation and the fact that he'd just come, Zack's body immediately reacted and he hooked his legs around the other man's waist to pull Sephiroth down atop him.

"You're walking a very thin line, Fair," Sephiroth snarled, cheeks flushed and hair tousled around his face. Even in a rage, or perhaps particularly when in a rage, he was beautiful.

When Zack could hear himself speak over the rush of his heartbeat in his ears, he murmured, "You want me and you're close to giving in, aren't you? That's what this is, isn't it?"

Sephiroth didn't reply, but his grip tightened on Zack's shoulders.

"Take me," Zack went on in a whisper, and even though every instinct in his body was screaming at him to flee, he lifted his head off the desk and nuzzled Sephiroth's cheek with his nose. "I'm already yours. Take me. Please. I want you to."

"Stop it, Fair," Sephiroth spat, and then he moved away just as quickly as he'd attacked. Both hands were curled into fists at his sides, and his back was nearly touching the wall behind his desk as if he was trying to get as far away as possible.

Zack sat up and glared, far too angry to care that he was still naked, and that his come was still drying on his stomach and the other man's uniform. "What the hell is it you want from me, huh? What the fuck am I supposed to say?"

"I want you to leave and I won't say it again," Sephiroth growled.

And suddenly, it was just too much. The frustration, the waiting, the anger-- it was all too much. Zack slid off the desk and yanked the pieces of his uniform off the floor, still glaring at Sephiroth while he tugged them on. "Fine-- you want me to leave? Fine, I'll fucking leave. I'm fucking sick and tired of this bullshit. I don't know what the fuck else you want from me; I've already done and said everything I can think of, and you just-- you-- I can't do this anymore."

Everything seemed to happen much too fast. Before Sephiroth could say anything else, Zack finished fastening his trousers and stormed out of the office, wishing for all the world that the door wasn't automatic, just so he could slam it. Before he realized it, he was standing in front of the lifts, punching blindly at the buttons with such force the illuminated plastic cracked beneath his fingertip. If the other man had followed him into the hall, which he very much doubted, he didn't see because he kept his back turned as the door slid closed.

It was between floors fifteen and fourteen that Zack realized what he'd just done, and he stared at his own reflection in the mirrored wall of the lift as he slumped down to the floor-- which was exactly where Angeal found him two hours later.