Theme: Theme Set 1: #9- meow~ (15pairings)
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in FFVII, I am merely using them for my own story and fun.
He knew that the very idea of loving someone like him was probably the most asinine thing he had ever done in his life. Loving someone as great as him was like reaching for the stars: a lovely dream, but completely and utterly pointless. Someone as beautiful as Sephiroth, as untouchable, was out of his reach. No matter what he did, he knew that he would never amount to someone that could be worth of his touch.
So, he pushed aside his childish crush- convincing himself that the crush was merely there out of some sort of confusion involving his idolization of the man- and pretended to that the man’s piercing eyes and sideways smirk didn’t make his heart skip a beat. He pretended the sound of his voice didn’t twist something deep in his stomach and make his whole world spin. No, he would pretend this crush was a childlike fascination with greatness, a pathetic endeavor to draw himself closer to the SOLDIER he wished to be like.
Yet, every single time the man’s cat-like eyes would turn his way, he knew his breath would hitch, his pulse would quicken. His stomach pulled with lust that he could barely control. But he knew that nothing would ever come of it. Great people did not get involved with normal people such as him, and no matter what he did he would never become great enough for him.
So he spent months crushing on the man he would barely spend any time with, the man who he saw in passing while running from place to place, trailing after Angeal like some sick puppy. He followed Angeal around knowing that the object of his desire, his lust, would never look his way.
Until the day he did, both mean tired and weary and worried over their friend- the one that kept Sephiroth from going insane, the one that kept Zack from lusting after the silver-haired man. That was the day that Sephiroth took the breath from him, kissed him hard and bruising, showed no kindness or gentleness- that that Zack had actually expect him too, of course. That was the night that Zack was on his knees, when his moans were loud enough that the walls shook, when he finally understood what it felt like to be fucked senseless, to be fucked raw, to be fucked until he saw stars and couldn’t support his own body weight.
That night, he decided, was his dance on hell’s door. It was a joining of two lost people, searching for their only tether to the earth itself, searching for that release because they knew that death lay ahead of them. Death for them, for the person they were searching for. In the end they would be the earth’s once more and all of their needs- and their crazy, mindless fucking- would mean nothing.
But that night they danced at the gates of hell. And they did it together. Just like Zack had dreamt of for months.