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50kinks - fic
Title: Waves and fire
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okami_hu & kira_k
!Verse: 7Seas FF7 AU
Rating: R
Warning: smut, Seph bottoming
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Word count:
Note: This is the second chapter of the 7Seas AU I’m working on with my trusty co-author. The basic idea is a change in the time period, placing the story in a setting similar to the state of Earth in the 18th century, where Sephiroth is a renowned captain of the ship H.M.S. Midgar. The first chapter is HERE - Sin and punishment
And here's a link back to the table.
The sailors' voices grew distant as the captain and the first mate descended into the depth of the ship, to reach Sephiroth's private cabin. The vibrant green eyes seemed to glow in the dark and Zack knew his superior had no problems with seeing fairly well even without a light-source.
Still, after he closed the door behind them Zack tilted his head a bit. "Shall I light a candle?" he asked, his light mood evident in his tone. He didn't mind the darkness where every touch seemed to be more intense and every sound echoed but he liked to see his captain’s ethereal beauty as well. Under the clothes Sephiroth was pale, and the blue veins could be seen and traced at the wrists and the inner side of the elbows. Zack licked his lips and stepped forward a bit, the wood groaning under his boots.
"If you wish so, then do," Sephiroth nodded. It seemed he was in a fairly good mood as well, most probably the promise of the upcoming challenge did that to him. His alabaster hand rose to caress his first mate's face with a surprising gentleness.
The silver-haired man lived for the challenge, that’s why he preferred the company of men, as his looks ensured him the admiration of the ladies wherever he just went. Getting a man into his bed was difficult and dangerous and that's why it was so exciting. Yes, Zack never quite protested against a heated night but the first mate had a bride and Sephiroth was bound to loose him in that way.
Zack fumbled at the captain's desk then the candle cast an eerie light over the cabin and sharpened the shadows. The yellow flame mirrored in the first mate's eyes as he grinned. Stepping forward until their chest touched Zack looked up at the captain and loosened his white necktie.
Sephiroth didn't quite sighed out just took a deep breath and released it. Leaning closer, he captured Zack's lips with his own in a slow but intense kiss, while his hands sneaked around the sailor's waist. The dark-haired man had a wonderful body, tall and slender but full of hard muscles everywhere. The sheer sight of him moving, those muscles rippling beneath honey-colored, smooth skin glistening with sweat were enough to make a man think twice about breaking the law. And Sephiroth worked for the Shinras, who practically made the laws with their money and power; in their shadow, it was easier to get away with smaller crimes.
When their lips parted, Zack leant forward to gently bit at the newly exposed skin, careful to not leave any marks. His fingers moved lower to undo the embroidered coat. "Y'know, Captain, the hammock would be more comfortable than your desk."
"Aye," the captain smiled and stepped back a little although only for ridding himself of the coat. Underneath it, the white shirt almost gleamed - he was always very keen on his clothes being spotless. Soon, the soft fabric opened, revealing the broad, white chest. The captain's trousers were already tenting a little, the bulge was kind of inviting on the tight-fitting garment.
Zack shed his own clothes and boots, only the breeches remaining on him. Then he knelt down before the captain to pull off his boots as well. He didn't feel as if his dignity was wounded from the position - he did this without any prompt or order. He reached up to caress the white socks off from Sephiroth's calves but his wandering fingers occasionally and seemingly accidentally brushed against the other man's crotch.
A very small grunt escaped the captain's throat and his irony fingers sank into Zack's raven mane. "Dear friend," he whispered, "your touch is unlike any other. Don't stop." Even though he was a hardened warrior, forged by fire and water, Sephiroth still wasn't immune to human emotions. He cherished his first mate, he trusted him with his life and being together with him was always special.
Zack grinned and nuzzled the captain’s thighs as he pulled off the last garment from the other man. "Sephiroth, what do you want? What is it you need?" he asked. His fingers cupped the now free erection, pressing against the heat, while his other hand moved around the balls, teasing them and the sensitive skin around them.
"I want release, you being the cause," Sephiroth whispered and his member twitched a little. "And I want you naked, pressed tightly against me. That about covers my needs. Get rid of your clothes, Zack." The captain took a step further back, to finally settle down on his bed.
"Aye, Capt'n." Zack's grin widened a bit as he stood up. He dropped his remaining clothes on the top of his coat then walked back to the captain. He sat down next to Sephiroth and reached out to touch the other man. "I'm here, tightly," he said then pushed at the shoulders to get Sephiroth in a horizontal position, with him on top.
The silver-haired man let himself, his body cheering at the closeness. He wrapped his strong arms around his first mate, simply enjoying the feel of hard planes under his palm. "I'm glad you hate the wig. It'd be a shame to get rid of this hair." He raked his fingers through the black tresses lovingly.
"My thinking exactly," Zack laughed, and leant into the touch with a contented expression. "I'd lose my heartbreaker looks if I were bald like Rude." He grinned and rubbed their erections together. Gasping from the pleasure, he looked at the captain. Next to the flame of the candle there was another one - one from the hunger and need. Zack bowed his head to kiss the captain. "I want you, Sephiroth."
That meant something only Zack was allowed to ask - pushing the proud captain into the submissive position. Anybody who might have asked would have found himself in Davy Jones' locker immediately, but the first mate had privileges. He had also known not to abuse his captain’s trust and he rarely asked for it. In return, Sephiroth tended to grant him with permission. So, he nodded.
"Let it be, friend." He didn't elaborate things, he never did. Placing a kiss on Zack's lips, the silver-haired man tilted his head back, offering his neck to the other.
"Thank you." Zack's eyes slid almost shut as he bent his head to kiss and bite at the captain’s throat. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh, leaving marks then he licked at them soothingly. "Where is the cream?" Because buggery was an open secret the ship's physician made some special cream to sooth the muscles, and ease the aches. The first mate knew the captain always had a small jar in his cabin, sometimes using at it was intended - at his overworked muscles.
The taller man reached up and patted the little locker above their heads. "Open it. You know the jar, the green one with the Wutan letters."
Zack kissed the captain again then reached for the small key in the lock. He managed to not knock over anything. Slickening his hand he settled back between Sephiroth's legs and curled his fingers around the hard length as a promising tease. "You, sir, are beautiful," he said with a small grin and moved his fingers lower, pulling a wet line from the balls to the crack.
The captain pulled one of his long legs up to give his first mate a better access and rolled his eyes. "Flatterer. I can see how you charmed away that bonnie lass of yours but may I remind you that I'm a man. Even though the lawmen would disagree." Of course, deep inside, the compliment stroked his ego the nicest way.
"Then handsome," Zack corrected himself as he pushed in a finger to prepare Sephiroth. "Easy, nay, pleasing to the eyes. Gorgeous." The first mate's grin didn't falter as he searched for another synonym. His other hand curled around Sephiroth's arousal again, brushing his thumb against the head to support his next words. "And you're a man from head to toe. Who would mistake you to anything else?"
"I hope I'm successful at maintain my proper image," Sephiroth chuckled, closing his glowing eyes to feel the slight pain and the pleasure caused by his friend's hand. Giving up control was something he rarely did, in everyday life as well as in the bed, and it served as a further excitement. The idea of being exposed and somewhat helpless made his blood course a bit faster. He reached out to brush his fingertips against Zack's cheeks and then lower, along the neck to the collarbone just for the sake of touching.
"Don't stop, I like this," Zack said, as he moved into the caress. If it was anyone else, the first mate would have already started the ravishing. However, with Sephiroth, he was willing to wait a few more minutes to get the muscles relaxed entirely. It was a privilege after all, and he wanted to keep it.
The strong hands moved, blindly mapping Zack's flesh. The touches remained soft as a feather's and the captain's breathing already quickened. The candlelight painted his white body to an oily yellow, lending him a strange, almost Wutan look. "Zack," he spoke up finally, voice vibrating with need, "do it. Enter me, I'm ready."
Zack nodded once and didn't wait for Sephiroth to repeat the words. The other's pride and stubbornness was something he didn't like to push at. Pulling his fingers back and wiping the remained cream around his own erection, Zack moaned a bit. Thrusting forward he lied on top of the captain and kissed him, swallowing any noise the other would have made.
It felt strange to be filled by the other's throbbing, hot member. It hurt a bit, it burned as his body was stretched by the impressive manhood but the captain didn't care. Comparing to a gunshot, or a slash of a sword, this was nothing. Sephiroth kissed back, entangling his legs with Zack's while his arms went round the first mate's broad shoulders. He was handsome and Sephiroth appreciated the beauty when he had the time to properly observe it. Sometimes he found himself standing on the deck, staring at the approaching storm or a bright orange sunset. Those were the moments when his soul was at peace. "Move," he breathed when the contact broke. He didn't add how precious these occasions were to him. He trusted that Zack knew.
If Zack's life ended right now, he would have been content to let it happen. It was perfect, especially after he obeyed the soft-spoken order. Setting a light pace he showered Sephiroth's face with small kisses, not wanting to end their encounter too soon.
Hadn't he been too much occupied with his own pleasure, the silvery captain might have laughed a little - it was amusing, two strong sailors being so gentle to each other, like young lovers. At times like this, Sephiroth wondered why it was forbidden at all...? Even though he indeed adored the challenge of charming away another man, he found delight in a woman's softly curved body as well. Was an encounter between two men less valuable, did it cause less pleasure? Sephiroth doubted it. So right now, he simply forgot about the outside world, save his ship and the sea, the smell of the wood and salt, and the waves' soft murmur.
The minutes ticked away as the candle burnt its wax, and Zack couldn't hold back anymore. One of his calloused hands sneaked between them to help Sephiroth while his thrusts became faster and deeper. He was close, close enough to bite into the captain's shoulder to change the louder moans into grunts. He couldn't hear himself from the blood drumming in his ears but he must have said something because his mouth was open and moving, as his muscles tensed and the pleasure swept through him as a strong wave would.
Something hot flooded the captain's inside and the grip around his manhood tightened, pushing him over the edge as well. His alabaster body arched off of the bed and his lips opened to a silent cry; the tide grew into a tsunami and it crashed down on him, the waves roaring and his sight blurring as the brightly burning pleasure exploded in the base of his spine. After the waves ebbed away, he became aware of the weight on top of him, his beloved first mate panting against his sweaty neck. Sephiroth felt drained but perfectly contented. He smiled and patted the black head. "Zack." The name carried everything else, the thank you, his devotion, and all the unsaid emotions.
Zack smiled and kissed the bit of skin closest to him. His reply was simple but with complex emotions behind it, just like the other man’s. "Sephiroth." Then the first mate released his sticky hold then carefully pulled his softened member out of the captain, before lying back to the previously occupied space. Lifting his head up, he searched the bright green gaze.
"Stay a few minutes." Sephiroth murmured, his tone somewhere between pleading and commanding. It felt right to lie like this, close to somebody he trusted. The cool air caressed their damp skin, the salty aroma mingling with the fresh sweat and semen's scent.
"Aye," Zack smiled. He leant forward to kiss the captain, relishing in the opportunity. There were times when he wanted to smack the other's stubborn head or to roll his eyes but those were few and far between. However, mostly, Zack just wanted to make sure the captain stayed alive and happy, and he wasn't about to decline such an easy way to please Sephiroth.
Letting the peace wash over him again, the captain smiled and slowly ran a hand down on Zack's shoulder and arm. The distant voices of the sailors drifted to him. Tseng was singing on his captivating voice, some old love song.
This is how it felt to be at home.
~end~
Author:
okami_hu & kira_k!Verse: 7Seas FF7 AU
Rating: R
Warning: smut, Seph bottoming
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Word count:
Note: This is the second chapter of the 7Seas AU I’m working on with my trusty co-author. The basic idea is a change in the time period, placing the story in a setting similar to the state of Earth in the 18th century, where Sephiroth is a renowned captain of the ship H.M.S. Midgar. The first chapter is HERE - Sin and punishment
And here's a link back to the table.
The sailors' voices grew distant as the captain and the first mate descended into the depth of the ship, to reach Sephiroth's private cabin. The vibrant green eyes seemed to glow in the dark and Zack knew his superior had no problems with seeing fairly well even without a light-source.
Still, after he closed the door behind them Zack tilted his head a bit. "Shall I light a candle?" he asked, his light mood evident in his tone. He didn't mind the darkness where every touch seemed to be more intense and every sound echoed but he liked to see his captain’s ethereal beauty as well. Under the clothes Sephiroth was pale, and the blue veins could be seen and traced at the wrists and the inner side of the elbows. Zack licked his lips and stepped forward a bit, the wood groaning under his boots.
"If you wish so, then do," Sephiroth nodded. It seemed he was in a fairly good mood as well, most probably the promise of the upcoming challenge did that to him. His alabaster hand rose to caress his first mate's face with a surprising gentleness.
The silver-haired man lived for the challenge, that’s why he preferred the company of men, as his looks ensured him the admiration of the ladies wherever he just went. Getting a man into his bed was difficult and dangerous and that's why it was so exciting. Yes, Zack never quite protested against a heated night but the first mate had a bride and Sephiroth was bound to loose him in that way.
Zack fumbled at the captain's desk then the candle cast an eerie light over the cabin and sharpened the shadows. The yellow flame mirrored in the first mate's eyes as he grinned. Stepping forward until their chest touched Zack looked up at the captain and loosened his white necktie.
Sephiroth didn't quite sighed out just took a deep breath and released it. Leaning closer, he captured Zack's lips with his own in a slow but intense kiss, while his hands sneaked around the sailor's waist. The dark-haired man had a wonderful body, tall and slender but full of hard muscles everywhere. The sheer sight of him moving, those muscles rippling beneath honey-colored, smooth skin glistening with sweat were enough to make a man think twice about breaking the law. And Sephiroth worked for the Shinras, who practically made the laws with their money and power; in their shadow, it was easier to get away with smaller crimes.
When their lips parted, Zack leant forward to gently bit at the newly exposed skin, careful to not leave any marks. His fingers moved lower to undo the embroidered coat. "Y'know, Captain, the hammock would be more comfortable than your desk."
"Aye," the captain smiled and stepped back a little although only for ridding himself of the coat. Underneath it, the white shirt almost gleamed - he was always very keen on his clothes being spotless. Soon, the soft fabric opened, revealing the broad, white chest. The captain's trousers were already tenting a little, the bulge was kind of inviting on the tight-fitting garment.
Zack shed his own clothes and boots, only the breeches remaining on him. Then he knelt down before the captain to pull off his boots as well. He didn't feel as if his dignity was wounded from the position - he did this without any prompt or order. He reached up to caress the white socks off from Sephiroth's calves but his wandering fingers occasionally and seemingly accidentally brushed against the other man's crotch.
A very small grunt escaped the captain's throat and his irony fingers sank into Zack's raven mane. "Dear friend," he whispered, "your touch is unlike any other. Don't stop." Even though he was a hardened warrior, forged by fire and water, Sephiroth still wasn't immune to human emotions. He cherished his first mate, he trusted him with his life and being together with him was always special.
Zack grinned and nuzzled the captain’s thighs as he pulled off the last garment from the other man. "Sephiroth, what do you want? What is it you need?" he asked. His fingers cupped the now free erection, pressing against the heat, while his other hand moved around the balls, teasing them and the sensitive skin around them.
"I want release, you being the cause," Sephiroth whispered and his member twitched a little. "And I want you naked, pressed tightly against me. That about covers my needs. Get rid of your clothes, Zack." The captain took a step further back, to finally settle down on his bed.
"Aye, Capt'n." Zack's grin widened a bit as he stood up. He dropped his remaining clothes on the top of his coat then walked back to the captain. He sat down next to Sephiroth and reached out to touch the other man. "I'm here, tightly," he said then pushed at the shoulders to get Sephiroth in a horizontal position, with him on top.
The silver-haired man let himself, his body cheering at the closeness. He wrapped his strong arms around his first mate, simply enjoying the feel of hard planes under his palm. "I'm glad you hate the wig. It'd be a shame to get rid of this hair." He raked his fingers through the black tresses lovingly.
"My thinking exactly," Zack laughed, and leant into the touch with a contented expression. "I'd lose my heartbreaker looks if I were bald like Rude." He grinned and rubbed their erections together. Gasping from the pleasure, he looked at the captain. Next to the flame of the candle there was another one - one from the hunger and need. Zack bowed his head to kiss the captain. "I want you, Sephiroth."
That meant something only Zack was allowed to ask - pushing the proud captain into the submissive position. Anybody who might have asked would have found himself in Davy Jones' locker immediately, but the first mate had privileges. He had also known not to abuse his captain’s trust and he rarely asked for it. In return, Sephiroth tended to grant him with permission. So, he nodded.
"Let it be, friend." He didn't elaborate things, he never did. Placing a kiss on Zack's lips, the silver-haired man tilted his head back, offering his neck to the other.
"Thank you." Zack's eyes slid almost shut as he bent his head to kiss and bite at the captain’s throat. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh, leaving marks then he licked at them soothingly. "Where is the cream?" Because buggery was an open secret the ship's physician made some special cream to sooth the muscles, and ease the aches. The first mate knew the captain always had a small jar in his cabin, sometimes using at it was intended - at his overworked muscles.
The taller man reached up and patted the little locker above their heads. "Open it. You know the jar, the green one with the Wutan letters."
Zack kissed the captain again then reached for the small key in the lock. He managed to not knock over anything. Slickening his hand he settled back between Sephiroth's legs and curled his fingers around the hard length as a promising tease. "You, sir, are beautiful," he said with a small grin and moved his fingers lower, pulling a wet line from the balls to the crack.
The captain pulled one of his long legs up to give his first mate a better access and rolled his eyes. "Flatterer. I can see how you charmed away that bonnie lass of yours but may I remind you that I'm a man. Even though the lawmen would disagree." Of course, deep inside, the compliment stroked his ego the nicest way.
"Then handsome," Zack corrected himself as he pushed in a finger to prepare Sephiroth. "Easy, nay, pleasing to the eyes. Gorgeous." The first mate's grin didn't falter as he searched for another synonym. His other hand curled around Sephiroth's arousal again, brushing his thumb against the head to support his next words. "And you're a man from head to toe. Who would mistake you to anything else?"
"I hope I'm successful at maintain my proper image," Sephiroth chuckled, closing his glowing eyes to feel the slight pain and the pleasure caused by his friend's hand. Giving up control was something he rarely did, in everyday life as well as in the bed, and it served as a further excitement. The idea of being exposed and somewhat helpless made his blood course a bit faster. He reached out to brush his fingertips against Zack's cheeks and then lower, along the neck to the collarbone just for the sake of touching.
"Don't stop, I like this," Zack said, as he moved into the caress. If it was anyone else, the first mate would have already started the ravishing. However, with Sephiroth, he was willing to wait a few more minutes to get the muscles relaxed entirely. It was a privilege after all, and he wanted to keep it.
The strong hands moved, blindly mapping Zack's flesh. The touches remained soft as a feather's and the captain's breathing already quickened. The candlelight painted his white body to an oily yellow, lending him a strange, almost Wutan look. "Zack," he spoke up finally, voice vibrating with need, "do it. Enter me, I'm ready."
Zack nodded once and didn't wait for Sephiroth to repeat the words. The other's pride and stubbornness was something he didn't like to push at. Pulling his fingers back and wiping the remained cream around his own erection, Zack moaned a bit. Thrusting forward he lied on top of the captain and kissed him, swallowing any noise the other would have made.
It felt strange to be filled by the other's throbbing, hot member. It hurt a bit, it burned as his body was stretched by the impressive manhood but the captain didn't care. Comparing to a gunshot, or a slash of a sword, this was nothing. Sephiroth kissed back, entangling his legs with Zack's while his arms went round the first mate's broad shoulders. He was handsome and Sephiroth appreciated the beauty when he had the time to properly observe it. Sometimes he found himself standing on the deck, staring at the approaching storm or a bright orange sunset. Those were the moments when his soul was at peace. "Move," he breathed when the contact broke. He didn't add how precious these occasions were to him. He trusted that Zack knew.
If Zack's life ended right now, he would have been content to let it happen. It was perfect, especially after he obeyed the soft-spoken order. Setting a light pace he showered Sephiroth's face with small kisses, not wanting to end their encounter too soon.
Hadn't he been too much occupied with his own pleasure, the silvery captain might have laughed a little - it was amusing, two strong sailors being so gentle to each other, like young lovers. At times like this, Sephiroth wondered why it was forbidden at all...? Even though he indeed adored the challenge of charming away another man, he found delight in a woman's softly curved body as well. Was an encounter between two men less valuable, did it cause less pleasure? Sephiroth doubted it. So right now, he simply forgot about the outside world, save his ship and the sea, the smell of the wood and salt, and the waves' soft murmur.
The minutes ticked away as the candle burnt its wax, and Zack couldn't hold back anymore. One of his calloused hands sneaked between them to help Sephiroth while his thrusts became faster and deeper. He was close, close enough to bite into the captain's shoulder to change the louder moans into grunts. He couldn't hear himself from the blood drumming in his ears but he must have said something because his mouth was open and moving, as his muscles tensed and the pleasure swept through him as a strong wave would.
Something hot flooded the captain's inside and the grip around his manhood tightened, pushing him over the edge as well. His alabaster body arched off of the bed and his lips opened to a silent cry; the tide grew into a tsunami and it crashed down on him, the waves roaring and his sight blurring as the brightly burning pleasure exploded in the base of his spine. After the waves ebbed away, he became aware of the weight on top of him, his beloved first mate panting against his sweaty neck. Sephiroth felt drained but perfectly contented. He smiled and patted the black head. "Zack." The name carried everything else, the thank you, his devotion, and all the unsaid emotions.
Zack smiled and kissed the bit of skin closest to him. His reply was simple but with complex emotions behind it, just like the other man’s. "Sephiroth." Then the first mate released his sticky hold then carefully pulled his softened member out of the captain, before lying back to the previously occupied space. Lifting his head up, he searched the bright green gaze.
"Stay a few minutes." Sephiroth murmured, his tone somewhere between pleading and commanding. It felt right to lie like this, close to somebody he trusted. The cool air caressed their damp skin, the salty aroma mingling with the fresh sweat and semen's scent.
"Aye," Zack smiled. He leant forward to kiss the captain, relishing in the opportunity. There were times when he wanted to smack the other's stubborn head or to roll his eyes but those were few and far between. However, mostly, Zack just wanted to make sure the captain stayed alive and happy, and he wasn't about to decline such an easy way to please Sephiroth.
Letting the peace wash over him again, the captain smiled and slowly ran a hand down on Zack's shoulder and arm. The distant voices of the sailors drifted to him. Tseng was singing on his captivating voice, some old love song.
This is how it felt to be at home.
~end~