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Who: Zack Fair & Guy Cecil
What: Friends with benefits. A lot of benefits.
Universe/CR: AU FF7/TotA Mashup



[It's a slow night. It's not usually a slow night; despite the improvements to the quality of life, living in Edge is still difficult and Guy's bar is on the opposite end of town as Tifa's Seventh Heaven. He doesn't have any delusions, either; he's handsome and he's always smiling. He can't cook like Tifa and he doesn't have the experience putting together a drink like she does, but with this many thirsty people he's not sure they really have to compete, anyway. Besides, he's met her. She's a lovely person, and the children she looks after are darling.

Still, Guy has his own regular clientele, and the night's not really complete until he's seen all of them. When the last regular trickles in and calls out a greeting from the door Guy finally settles with a warm grin and gives out a round for free (of the cheap stuff, he's not a saint). It's a small crowd, he can afford it and generosity will buy a lot of repeat business. Besides, he has his eye on a piece of fontech that just came out of Junon that he would kill to get the blueprints for, but he'll settle for his own appliance to take apart as he wishes.

It's getting late and Guy is cleaning up, only a couple stragglers hanging out near one of the pool tables, and he's taking inventory and writing a supply order list in his head when the bell chimes over the door.]

Have a seat, I'll be right with you!

Comments

[wingenvy]

[Zack tries - and fails - to hide a bark of laughter, half-hunched as he presses a hand to his mouth.]

Ooh, ouch! Right before things get more exciting.

[He gets up anyway, though- he knows better than anyone just what mako can do to someone ill-suited for it. And while he has no idea what kind of immunity Guy would have against its effects, he's not inclined to find out.]

Don't do anything I wouldn't do. At least, not without me.

[And off he goes!]

[explaining]

[Guy performs the most haphazard cleaning ritual of his life. Cards and bottles moved in case they use the desk, lube and condoms within reach of the bed. It takes all of ten seconds (because Guy is scrambling in his eagerness mostly) and Zack predictably isn't back yet, so Guy goes to him.

Specifically, he slides up behind him in the bathroom and puts his hands up the front of his shirt.]

Thorough, [Guy says from over his shoulder, stroking over Zack's ribs.] Your dentist must love you.

[wingenvy]

Mmmm.

[Zack noticed his approach, of course, but the hands on his stomach is a pleasant surprise, and he shows his approval with a happy noise. He's still scrubbing away at his teeth with a finger - best he's got right now, hopefully the paste will do the job well enough - so instead of an immediate verbal response, he bends down to spit, lining his butt teasingly at Guy's groin level. Yeah, this was totally a good call.]

Lots of people love me. I'm a lovable guy.

[explaining]

You are, you know, [Guy points out just in case Zack was just joking. He waits for Zack to rinse out his mouth before tugging his hips back a bit and presses a kiss to his shoulderblade.]

Thanks. You're too good to me. [He turns Zack around to 'help' him pull off his shirt, grinning at that fine as heck body and relishing in warm skin on skin in the evening chill as he wraps his arms around his waist.] So. You willing to let me spoil you for little bit longer?

[wingenvy]

[Zack grins, his arms dropping to let his fingers explore Guy's sides now that his shirt's off, working to get the other man just as unclothed.]

Feel free. I can already think of a few good ways to pay you back, anyway.

[Not out of obligation or anything, obviously - it's not a debt or anything. He's just more than happy to tease, and to show his appreciation, besides. This sort of thing is all about give and take.]

[explaining]

And I am absolutely, one hundred percent looking forward to those ways. [he remembers your tongue dude

hot damn]

Geez, you're so good at sex it almost makes me sick. How dare you. [He tugs Zack along with him, a hand hooked in his waistband.] C'mon, bed.

[wingenvy]

[Zack laughs, following Guy and trying (badly) not to look too eager. It's not like Guy doesn't know how much he enjoys this already, anyway.]

Yeah, how dare I. It's not even like I get a lot of practice.

[They barely make it to the bedroom; once they're both through the doorway Zack toes the door shut and presses Guy up against the wall, leaning in for another kiss- deeper this time, more intense. The bed can wait, and he's not hiding his eagerness, now.]

[explaining]

Mmmmare you calling- me a sex addict? Look- [Guy puts his hand over Zack's mouth to mock glare at him right in the eye.] ...dammit. Forget it. [Guy puts his tongue back into Zack's mouth, curling his leg around Zack's to rub his heel up and down his calf.

It's not until he's pressing his fingers up and down Zack's back like a man reading Braille that he realizes something and pulls back, trying to peek over Zack's shoulder and not having much success.] Hey- Is this a new scar? This wasn't here before. [They don't talk about the puckered bullet wounds on his chest or the thin, surgical lines all around his joints but ones from fighting are usually safe to ask about. And Guy- well, he doesn't usually bring attention to it, but when Zack sleeps he spends probably way too much time memorizing how his skin looks. Wondering what'll be different next time he sees him.]

[wingenvy]

[It's not really an addiction until you know you can't stop, right? And they've just kinda. Never tried. And he'd rather make out than bother trying, so Zack doesn't argue.

The question is an unwanted distraction, but when Zack realizes where Guy is poking, he laughs briefly and turns his body enough so Guy can see it.]

Oh man, you don't miss anything, do you? Yeah, I got that about two weeks back. There was this excursion to the islands east of Mideel looking for rare materia, and yours truly got hired as extra muscle. I guess some thieves got wind of it and reached the cave first- probably because the idiot leading the team kept getting drunk and boasting about how rich they were gonna get in every town on the way. There was an ambush, and one of them tried to stick a dagger in my spine.

[And since he's here and obviously not dead or paralyzed, he can say that entirely too cheerfully.]

[explaining]

One of them almost succeeded, apparently. [Guy peers at the scar and traces over it with a couple fingers. Zack is not only hardy, he's got incredible recovery time; Guy's witnessed that first hand, on the job they'd worked together.]

Y'know, [he says thoughtfully, rubbing his hands down Zack's sides and squeezing his hips,] I've got a few people who're interested in taking over this place. It wouldn't take me long to train up a new bartender; at least temporary or something. You're always coming back here with some new story about someone trying to put a knife in your back. Maybe you could use a partner to watch it for a while.

[wingenvy]

[Whoa, that... had not gone in the direction Zack had been expecting. He'd been fully prepared to laugh it off and carry on with the fun, but this is actually pretty serious.

Or- well, just to be sure.]

You're kidding, right? Why would you want to leave this place to go tromping around the world?

[It's not that he doesn't appreciate the gesture - it'd be a nice change, admittedly - but Guy just seems so at home here.]

[explaining]

Maybe I have some wanderlust of my own. [Guy shrugs a shoulder and links his hands at the small of Zack's back.] I've got some things I need to do anyway, and I'm not getting any closer to them here. I've gotten comfortable, but that also means I've gotten stagnant. Maybe leaving will help me shake things back up.

[wingenvy]

Huh... well, if you feel like coming along, hell if I'd object. You're definitely better company than most of the other mercs I end up with.

[For multiple reasons, if he were really honest- he's seen Guy in action. He's fast on his feet and deadly with a blade. He's also great for conversation, both the friendly sort, and the sneaky, hey-let's-talk-about-that-thing-you-won't-tell-us issue that sometimes comes up in the more sketchy jobs. The ones that end bad. Like Nibelheim.

....Nngh.

Okay, he can think of a few objections, now.]

It can be pretty dangerous, though.

[He doesn't want to dwell on that, so he leans in, pressing his lips to Guy's neck and kissing a slow line down and towards his shoulder. This is better than pondering all the ways this could go wrong.]

Not, ah... that I think you're not capable...

[explaining]

Mmm... [Guy pulls their hips together again to hear that inhale one more time, tilting his chin up. Zack's hair tickles his cheek as he stares up at the ceiling, half in contemplation and half losing himself to that wonderful, heated haze of yeah, yes, more of that.]

Don't worry, I know. I'm not offended. I worry about you even after knowing what you can do, after all. [Guy rocks his hips a little, then keeps it going because it feels that good and stokes the fire growing in his belly.] But I was serious; I have some stuff I gotta do and I'm not getting any closer to accomplishing it by staying here. Honestly, you'd be doing me a favor. What's safer in this world than having an ex-SOLDIER, first class with me?

[wingenvy]

[Zack chuckles at that, his breath warm on Guy's neck. The rocking sensation is causing a stir that goes right to his groin, and he shifts his body in kind until they're able to move together just so. Yeah, that's definitely what he needs.]

I thought you were coming along to protect me.

[He gets it, though; that's how it works with a partner. You watch each others' backs, keep each other alive. And it's not like it's Guy's fault that he's had crap luck with partners in the past.]

[explaining]

That too. [Guy's breath hitches a little and he lifts his leg higher, resting more of his weight on Zack and trusting him to hold him up. He runs his fingers through Zack's hair before making a fist at the back of his head, holding him.]

You care too much about other people, [he says, a little seriously.] I don't mind being selfish and caring about just a few. [I'm going to make sure you're well looked after.]

[wingenvy]

Mm... I don't think you can care too much, but if you feel that strongly about it, we can figure something out. Enough people know me that if I vouch for you, you can get hired on, too.

[He returns to Guy's neck, nibbling gently, indulging a little in the scent of him. It's always different with Guy, depending on when they do this- sometimes it's fresh and clean from the shower, sometimes sweat and hints of alcohol from a night's work, sometimes the sharp tang of metal after a practice session. There are other scents, too, like there are other aspects of Guy's life that Zack doesn't know and likely never will. It's how they work.

Not that he isn't... curious. And truth be told, he's tempted to agree to this just so he can get to know Guy a bit better.

You learn a lot about a man you fight beside.]

[explaining]

[And that, Zack, is exactly why Guy wants to go along with you. There's absolutely such a thing as caring too much about people.

Guy's guilty of caring too much about one person in particular. He'd know.

Still, he's happy to let the topic drop in favor of other things. If necessary they can revisit it later if it ever becomes a problem, but Guy doesn't intend to let his personal feelings get in the way of any job. It's been years since he's been out in that kind of work and while he's kept his combat skills up, he'll probably still need some time to get reacquainted with the life. He can follow Zack's lead for a while.]

Thanks, I'd really app- mmm. [Guy's fingernails scrape a little over Zack's scalp as he shifts restlessly when Zack gets up behind his ear. Good spot.] Hey. Bed? [He braces the hand against the wall and hops up to wrap his legs around Zack's waist, because he knows his weight will be next to nothing to the guy.]

[wingenvy]

Mmmmhm. Bed.

[Definitely nothing; Zack doesn't even stumble. He steps back, turns, and strides right over to the bed, dropping Guy somewhat unceremoniously on the sheets. He's quick to follow, his fingers gliding up the blond's torso in quiet appreciation. Loads of muscle and large builds are all fine and good, but there's something reassuring about a slim, toned body like Guy's, deceptively powerful and unexpectedly durable, besides. Built for speed and danger. All of those traits combine to make a very impressive partner, in bed or on the battlefield.

Zack's looking forward to both, now, but he's content to enjoy the bed part, first. He leans closer, pressing his lips to Guy's stomach.]

What're you in the mood for...?

[explaining]

We could just switch off. Not like we're low on supplies. [Guy jerks his thumb at the nightstand. Plentiful supplies. He is a man of preparedness.

Zack there between his legs with his mouth against his belly makes Guy arch up in anticipation, leg going around him, heel pressing into Zack's lower back. Zack's breath ghosts over the wet spot his kiss made and Guy bites his lip.] Dammit. Or let me shove you down or you shove me down or whatever, honestly I'm so easy to please, I'm good with anything but let's just uh. Let's get it started. Do you want a blow job?

[wingenvy]

Hrngh. I feel like saying "all of the above" is kinda self-indulgent, buuuut... "all of the above" sounds amazing.

[Zack pauses halfway down, resting his chin rather teasingly on the bulge of Guy's pants, brows lifting quizzically. He licks his lips, back arching up against the pressure of Guy's foot.]

I was kind of on my way to do that though, so... you know. Your call.

[explaining]

Sure I guess. [Guy's going for suave so it comes out that way but inside he's feeling kind of giddy and stupid at the same time. Zack does that to him. Not a lot of people can.] Carry on.

[He helps, at least. He lifts his hips so they can get his pants off and he curls a leg around Zack to hold him there. He twists his fingers into Zack's hair and he watches him, really watches with eyes heavy-lidded and increasingly short breaths. He listens to the wet sounds Zack's mouth makes and his belly jumps at it, because it's not the first time Zack's sucked him off but he always treats it like it'll be the last and the best. Maybe that's part of being a mercenary. Seizing the day and all that. Can Guy go back to that?]

S-stop, stop, [he says, quiet and strangled and he pulls at Zack until he pops back off his dick, which just makes Guy shudder all over again.] Man. Okay. Time out, you're way, way too good at that.

[wingenvy]

[Zack draws back almost reluctantly - Guy couldn't have forced him, of course, but when somebody says stop, you stop, duh - because the noises Guy had been making were incredible, and were doing marvelous things to his nether regions. He gives Guy's erection a final, playful nuzzle, a big grin on freshly moistened lips. It hadn't been his goal to drive the blond to completion, but oh, it had been tempting. It's always tempting.

Guy makes awesome faces when he comes.]

That's good to hear. I was worried I'd gotten out of practice.

[explaining]

[The laugh Guy gives is strangled, and he loves that when he pulls on Zack he goes up with his hands so that Guy can kiss him. On the job they had together Guy watched a man try to tackle Zack and literally just fall to the ground, like he'd tried to tackle a steel pole. Zack can't be moved unless he wants to be, but he lets Guy move him.]

Definitely not out of practice, [Guy whispers against Zack's mouth, and tries to make Zack breathless (even if he knows he'll get there first) before nudging at Zack's shoulder until he rolls onto his back. He spreads his knees to sit right on Zack's hips, grinding down against him because he knows the friction will feel that good.

Guy grins and gets ready to say something cocky or sexy or...something, but Zack looks up at him with those long dark lashes and those glowing eyes and his lip caught between his teeth and whatever Guy was going to say vanishes from his tongue. Instead he goes,] You're beautiful, [and leans forward to spread broad hands over either side of his face, palm pressing over that X scar on his jaw, fingers curling over his ears.

And Guy says it again and scoots back so he can start kissing at the pockmark bullet scars on Zack's chest. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks uh oh because it was never supposed to be like this, he wasn't supposed to like his fuck buddy this much but it happened anyway and all he can do is try not to make it so obvious.

...he could be failing]

[wingenvy]

[Ah, shit.

The thought is equal parts pleasure and unease; Guy is amazing with his hands, and even more amazing with the way his body grinds against Zack's, and when he adds that mouth to the equation - usually so witty, so sharp, so fond, yet positively wicked in the bedroom - it's hard to focus on any one thing. He'd love to lose himself in what the man can do to him, unclothed in the dark. Even through the muggy clouds of Midgar the moonlight filters through the window just enough to give Zack a nice view of Guy's silhouette- though his mako-enhanced eyesight helps, some. The curve of his back and the familiar spiked hair is a temptation, and he can't help but stroke his hands over each in turn while Guy works at his chest, the gesture uncertainly encouraging. Is it possible to be both? He feels like it is.

He knows what Guy is doing. Of course he does- he felt each and every one of those bullets, he knows where they left their marks. But why...?]

Hey...

[He hesitates, not sure where to take his own words. Should he call Guy out on it? Or just leave it be? Is it something he'd regret?]

...can't you say, like, ruggedly handsome or something?

[Yep. Shit.]