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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!

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[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.]

[explaining]

[There's something very subtle in that, just barely there but more than enough for Guy to catch. He pauses, picks up his head just enough so he can search Zack's face in the dark, eyes straining to pick out something more than just that Mako glow.

Did he open up too much? Maybe. Even if he didn't, this is just supposed to be for fun. Both of them need something that's just for fun.]

You're so rugged it's like giving a blowjob to a mountain, [Guy says easily, pushing himself up onto his elbows on either side of Zack's waist and smiling breezily at him.] Or like chopping firewood from a thousand year old tree. Like hauling sixteen tons of iron ore out of a mine on your bare back. I can't begin to describe how masculine you are.

[He should've left the bullet marks alone. At least, he should've saved it for another time. Even indirect attention makes Zack antsy.]

So. [Guy pushes himself up onto his knees, straddling one of Zack's thighs as he smacks his hip and leans over him for the box of condoms on the nightstand,] How tired are you? Think you've got enough in you for two tonight, or should I go easy?

[wingenvy]

[Zack snorts out a laugh or two - first at the tease, then at the questions. It's true he'd had a long day, and he could totally lie down and sleep for days if he let himself, but one should never underestimate the stamina of a SOLDIER. Given the right incentive, he could go for days without stopping.

It's something of a relief, hearing Guy change the subject so abruptly back to what they were here for. Yet it's also... no, not disappointing. But something not entirely pleasant. He's not sure he wants to think about it right now.

Instead, he gets a hand in between their bodies while Guy is fishing around, stroking the erection he finds and giving it a meaningful squeeze.]

Bet I could last longer than you. Do your worst, Mister Cecil.

[explaining]

[Guy sucks in a breath and fumbles tearing open the condom at that grab, but makes up for it by snatching up his phone from the nightstand and flicking it open to record himself.] I'd like it to be on the record that Mister Fair asked me to do my worst. I haven't decided how to take that yet, but I think it's safe to say someone's going to walk away from this with a limp.

[He grins and flicks his phone closed, tossing it onto his crumpled clothes on the floor as he tears open the packet with his teeth.

Ten minutes later and with three fingers up inside of Zack, Guy starts asking the important questions to try and distract Zack from grabbing his hard on since he makes it really difficult to concentrate like that. And also he likes to hear Zack's voice crack when Guy does something he really likes, because it doesn't happen often and it's awesome.] Okay, an easy one. You're stuck in the wilderness with only two materia of your choice, no summons. Which do you pick?

[wingenvy]

[Hrngh. Leave it to Guy to ask ridiculous what-ifs in the middle of fingering a fellow. His hand slows as he gives it a quick ponder, leaning away enough to arch his back- even with a SOLDIER's body and flexibility, sometimes even he gets stiff in weird positions.

It feels better leaning back, anyway, allowing him to relax - and subsequently allowing Guy to get a little deeper.]

Uh... shit, two... fire? Definitely fire, that's the most basic survival ski-ill-

[As if on command, his voice pitches, and he squeezes his eyes shut, head tilting as Guy's finger finds just the right spot, derailing him completely.]

Oh, fuck. Um. What? Fire.

[explaining]

You said fire twice, [Guy points out, taking pity on Zack and stretching him out a little more clinically instead of fooling around. Zack will indulge Guy's tendency to spoil people sometimes, but that's no reason to push his luck.]

[wingenvy]

Nnn... I dunno, two Fire materia would probably be enough for me.

[He's strong enough to handle everything else that comes his way, really.

With Guy easing up, he's able to breathe a bit more and think, though. Guy's way too good at turning his mind to mush when he feels so inclined.]

Ah... Chocobo Lure. Fastest way to get home.

[explaining]

Always think of everything. [Guy pulls his fingers out and wipes them on a corner of the sheets.] You feel pretty ready, you ready? [At Zack's affirmative Guy rolls the condom over himself and adds more lube, preferring to err on the side of generous no matter how tough Zack is.]

M'kay, another one. Kiss Marry Kill, the LOVELESS revival tour cast. Do you know who's on it? [Guy lines up and starts pushing in, breath catching.] Maria Hurgess- Hurgesstadt, Nivall Thorpe and- [He ducks his head and grips Zack's side, letting out a shuddering sigh.] Ohmygod. Uh...I think-...

-yeah. Chano Chen.

[wingenvy]

[With Guy buried deep, Zack arches once more and winds his legs around the other man's waist, careful with his strength, but holding tight so Guy knows how good it is. One more plus side of SOLDIER enhancements is being able to deal with pain, but Guy is nothing if not a courteous lover. Plenty of lube and plenty of prep, like Zack was any other person. It's kind of awesome.]

Hah... that one's... mean. I would bang every one of them on the spot if they asked...

[Not that, uh. Current company is insufficient or anything. But this is LOVELESS- there's no faster way to endear Zack to somebody than through that play.]

Okay. Okay. Nngh. You can go deeper. Kiss Thorpe, marry Maria, kill- ah! - kill Chen. He's been an asshole in like six interviews this year already, it's killing the press.

[explaining]

Whuh- Why kill Chen when you could- Could marry him and then off him for the insurance money? [Months apart hasn't dulled Zack's instincts any; he still knows just how to clutch at Guy, how to gasp, how to- then again, that's probably all Guy's bias. Well, not entirely bias; Zack is indisputably fine as hell. Anybody could get off on watching his face, listening to his voice.]

You're- totally right though. He's been an ass. [Guy rubs his hands up and down Zack's sides, along his ribs that he can't even feel under all that muscle. He gets his hands between Zack's shoulders and the bed to dig his nails in a little because he knows how much Zack likes it, and because it makes Zack jerk his hips up and tighten all around Guy like a vice.] Holy. Unnhh, are you good? Wanna turn over?

[wingenvy]

If I did that- mmm- I'd have to kill one of the other two. That'd be a huge waste.

[Angeal had ingrained in him how crucial it is not to waste valuable things. And people, more importantly.

He grunts and stretches his arms out to wrap them around Guy's shoulders, enveloping him in muscle and sweat from both ends.]

'm okay. I like watching your face.

[Guy makes such great expressions when they're doing this, how could he not watch?]