jukeboxhound_backup | alphabet meme: N-S (Reply)

Remember that alphabet meme I started ages ago? Here's part 3 of 4. Ahaha...yeah.

14. Never

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Pairing: Zack/Aeris/Cloud

Aeris watched Cloud at the head of AVALANCHE, strides confident and face blank as the group trudged over the bluffs towards Junon. She watched him and remembered hearing a bright laugh when Zack caught him around the waist from behind, remembered blue eyes wide with awe and terror on the day that she and Zack both reached out for him. Aeris watched Cloud and saw nothing of the young teenage boy that blushed so easily, or furrowed his brow as he concentrated on mapping out which touches wrought which sounds from the other two.

Instead, she saw a broken boy in a man’s body that acted more like Cloudzacksephiroth, and it was like the old smiles and laughs in an abandoned church had never happened at all.

When Tifa asked why she was crying, Aeris told her she’d gotten a bit of dust in her eyes.

15. Olive

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Pairing: Angeal/Sephiroth/Zack

For: ardwynna_m

When Zack found out that Sephiroth hadn’t ever tasted black olives, only the little green ones in the drinks that were served at ShinRa’s shitty social functions, the kid was absolutely livid. Upon his return from a mission in somewhere-not-Midgar he brought back several hundred gil’s worth of canned black olives.

“I think you have enough to feed all seven sectors,” Sephiroth had said dryly when Zack upended his back and poured out a clattering mountain of cans. One struck the kid’s foot, prompting him to dance around the kitchen swooning with faked agony while Sephiroth calmly inspected the guilty can. Angeal watched with unabashed amusement. That amusement didn’t stretch to watching Zack stick his fingertips into the olives when all three men were naked in bed later that night and still slick with sweat.

“Zack, put the olives away,” Angeal commanded. Maybe it was a result from having been the SOLDIERs’ lover for a while or just his flippant personality that made a grinning Zack wiggle his olive-topped fingers in Angeal’s face.

“Look! Angeal, look, it looks like bugs are trying to eat my fingers off. No, seriously, you should’ve seen some of the weird shit I’d find at home, especially after monsoon season. It was like Hojo’s less evil but more retarded twin decided to fuck around with all the beetles and stuff.”

Angeal rolled his eyes. Always one to take an opportunity, Sephiroth calmly reached around Zack’s upright torso and guided the hand back so that he could run his tongue up a long digit and suck the fruit off with a light pop.

Zack made a ‘guh’ sound and, as usual, let his mouth run off without thinking. “I wonder why they say people have ‘olive’ skin when it doesn’t look or feel like olives at all and if you don’t want to stop doing that then I won’t complain, Mister General Sir Man.”

Sephiroth smirked around the calloused fingers he was nibbling on.

“Zack, you’ll get juice on the covers,” Angeal sighed, managing to grab the can of olives from Zack’s free hand and put it safely on the bedside table. Zack had the presence of mind to snag a few fruits before they were placed outside of his reach. His dopey smile suddenly sharpened into a smirk not unlike Sephiroth’s.

“Mister General Sir Man,” Zack sniffed imperiously at Sephiroth, “it appears to me that your compatriot doesn’t fully understand the situation. I feel it is our responsibility—nay, our duty, forged in the fires of inter-departmental prank wars—to guide him back to the correct path.”

“Indeed, Lieutenant,” Sephiroth purred, looking more catlike than ever as he narrowed his eyes playfully at the rather wary Angeal. With that wicked little smirk Zack leaned forward on all fours over Angeal’s outspread legs, being careful not to crush the few olives in his grip, and tilted his head downwards purposefully. Since some time had passed since the last round of sex he confidently breathed out against Angeal’s tip, unable to resist a triumphant expression when his mentor let out a quiet, deep sound of surprised arousal.

Sephiroth shifted to draw Angeal into a kiss, and while the man was distracted Zack gleefully picked an olive between forefinger and thumb and carefully balanced it on the rounded tip of the other’s manhood. Angeal’s groan of exasperation into Sephiroth’s mouth quickly turned to something more primal when Zack decided to take a bit more than the olive into his own mouth. The teenager made quite sure to thoroughly lave the warm flesh with his tongue as he pulled back, mirroring what Sephiroth had done to his fingers, and laughed aloud at the mixed irritation and laughter in Angeal’s expression.

“I win.”

Zack ducked the flying can of olives with a laugh.

16. Pedophilia

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Pairing: Zack/Cloud/Sephiroth+Angeal+Genesis

For: gackt_gratia

It’s sick, you know.

Genesis had the silvered tongue of a devil, Sephiroth mused, as he rolled the other man’s words around and around his brain. Condescension, amusement, lust, all rolled up in a mockingly thin veneer of morality.

It’s sick, you know. If the people only knew…

If the people sixty-some floors below knew what was happening in their beloved generals’ quarters—if they knew that their generals were getting off to one of their own, one of their own children, being fucked into the tiles—

But they don’t, Sephiroth had murmured in reply. Genesis laughed quietly.

Clumsy little puppies, aren’t they? And just as enthusiastic. Or Zack was, at least, but for all his talent he was still naïve and couldn’t sense the undercurrents running under the half-lidded stares and gentle touches. As far he knew this was just a kinky thing to do, having sex with Cloud while being watched by his superior officers, and being sixteen it wasn’t like he didn’t have, you know. Urges. Hormones and all that.

But Sephiroth would catch little Strife’s eyes over Zack’s shoulder and he knew, he knew that the (underage, far too young to be doing anything beyond his own body) cadet wasn’t so blind. Strife knew that something Wasn’t Right but didn’t dare say no.

Angeal had tried. He’d tried to be the voice of reason, This is wrong, Genesis, how could you, Sephiroth, but when it came right down to it he was made of the same material as the other two. Mako and loneliness and power, invulnerable in every way except where it really counted. It didn’t take long before the youngness and the innocence had him hard and breathing heavily, leaning back into Genesis’ slimmer build just as Zack leaned back with Strife splayed over his lap. Genesis watches them all with shrewd, hooded eyes.

Sephiroth wants to laugh.

He doesn’t. Instead he lets his legs fall open, leans his cheek against a curled hand with his elbow on the chair’s armrest. Catches the young boy’s wide blue eyes and sees the fear, the confused desire, and it makes his heart beat a little faster. Zack was all hard tanned muscle, Strife was thin pale leanness, and the lines of their bodies as they arched and writhed and moaned was just. Like. Sin.

If the people only knew…but they don’t.

And what would Mama Strife say if she could see her baby boy, if she could see him throw his head back with a choked cry as his best (only) friend thrust into his small body? If she knew that the three infamous generals had at one point or another fucked him as hard as his unenhanced body allowed without breaking those birdlike bones?

How could you be so sick? How could you be—

It’s not rape, Genesis would likely purr, when they ask for it like that.

Zack couldn’t sense the darker undercurrents in these little games. Cloud could, does, but he can’t say no to the three men and their control.

17. Quinine

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud

For: dracontia

Tifa was only half-right when she assumed Cloud was sleeping in the church because he wanted to deal with the Geostigma on his own.

“Are you coming down with a fever?” she would ask him, even though he hadn’t gotten sick since his recruit days. She would press the back of her hand against his sweaty forehead and frown at the slight glaze in his eyes. “I told you Marlene had the flu.”

It’s not the fucking flu, he’d wanted to scream at her, but he took the bitterly angry words and shoved them far, far down. He took out Fenrir instead. It wasn’t until he got to Aeris’ church and sat with his knees to his chest at the edge of the flower patch that he let out a whimper.

It wasn’t the flu, it might not even really be Geostigma. He was a zealot without his god, a fucking addict in withdrawal, and despite telling himself he’s gone he’s gone get over it, his veins still burned, his skin still flushed, his eyesight still blurred both at the height of battle and out of it.

Sometimes he had visions in which Sephiroth’s thin lips curved into that wicked smirk as his hands slithered under Cloud’s clothes, when Cloud’s body felt like it was carved from stone and wouldn’t respond to his mental screams.

I exist only because you want me to, Cloud.

He told himself it was just the Geostigma.

Nothing else.

18. Ruin

Fandom: The Sandman

Character: Delirium

For: oshii_yume

Note: I used the short story for Delirium in Endless Nights as inspiration. *pervs on Dave McKean*

Delirium hadn’t always been delirious-crazy-offherrocker. She’d once been full of sunshine and puppies and other fuzzy things that make your fingertips tingle like butterfly kisses. But then the BAD MAN came and said ring around the rosy and because she knew all the games ever ever ever made but hadn’t known that one, she had to learn. Had to.

So the BAD MAN pushed her down and they all fall down and suddenly she wasn’t full of sunshine and fuzzies anymore, she was full of the dark and the screaming and the part of him that she wasn’t supposed to know the name of except Desire was her older brother-sister. It’s kind of hard to have a brother-sister like Desire and not know that adults did something called S-E-X with their private bits. She didn’t like the BAD MAN’s private bits but he didn’t listen to her words like he should have. He must not have had another older sister like Death who said things like USE YOUR WORDS NOT YOUR FISTS and LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE CROSSING (EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE AN ANTHROPOMORPHIC PRINCIPLE AND CAN’T ACTUALLY DIE THAT WAY, BUT STILL) and DON’T POKE AT HUMANS TOO HARD OR YOU’LL BREAK THEM.

She thought she saw her other other older sister Despair looking over the BAD MAN’s shoulder as he thrust, as he made her hurt down there and forced her to play hide-and-seek deep inside her head, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. Nowadays she didn’t think too hard on things because it made her head hurt and made the dark screaming things come back like the dark screaming things they were, which really sucked.

Like dropping-your-ice-cream-cone kind of sucky. Like accidentally running over your dog kind of sucky. Like wandering into a ruined building on your way to a lovely nighttime party with the painted ladies and their o-pi-ates and thinking you’d walked into a mirror by accident.

She didn’t really feel so fuzzy anymore these days.

19. Shackles

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop

Pairing: Faye/Ed

For: Max

Faye wasn’t amused.

“Ed when I get out of these fucking things I’m going to take your computers and shove them up your—“

Ein interrupted her with a whine and flattened ears. Unmoved, Faye glared poisonously at the corgi.

“…Do I want to know?”

“Don’t say a word, Spike,” she snarled, “just get me out of these things.”

“I don’t know,” he mused thoughtfully at the gleaming handcuffs keeping her pinned to the pipes threading through the ship’s corridor. “Ed’s pretty smart. She might have the right idea.”

“Spiegel I’m going to fucking kill you—“