Crisis Core: Alternative/Modified Universe - Yaoi RP

Nero whimpered and shivered, "I'm going to cum..." He whispered. His body began to curl as he got closer and when he finally hit that impending bliss--he bit down on Weiss' neck to silence his roar as he began shooting out strands of white from his member.

His body sunk to shivers and he pushed himself as close as he could to his brother.

Nero nuzzled the silver haired male and closed his eyes. "I love you too." It was such a natural thing to say to his brother, but it seemed that those simple words seemed to take on a whole new meaning.

The sable smiled and after some time, opened his eyes and looked peacefully at Weiss.

He leaned in and placed the most gentle kiss he could.

With a small swirl of darkness, his mako suit seemed to fold over his body from nowhere, though he did keep the jacket. The jacket smelled like Weiss, and it was soft, and comfortable. "We best go soon, I believe the last Wutai unit in the area has been eliminated."

Zack slipped his hand along Sephiroth's cheek to behind his neck pulling him down.
"I'm not going to break Seph..." He whispered, leaning up to capture his lips.

Zack could feel the heat of the general's body and that alone sent a soft shiver of lust up his spine.
Zack began the motions of rocking his body against Seph's, letting him know he could handle it, he was more than ready for him.


(sorry short and fail like but that's cause I need to stop getting distracted by FB and be in bed)

Zack was there again, lips pressed together and that was the only thing Sephiroth needed, the assurance that he was ready. Sephiroth grasped his hips as he pulled back and then drove into Zack's body, pulling back again as the thrusts began to build, slamming hard into Zack's tight ass. The tightness clenched at him as he moved, lips moving against Zack's as his tongue thrust in.

Zack was tight, the feeling consuming him as he continued his fast, steady pace, driving harder and deeper with each passing moment. His hands moved from Zack's hips and pressed against the ground as he moved, his tongue moving against Zack's.

The nails dug into his already tender back, his movements continuing, driving hard into his Zack's body into the same spot. The moans continued as Sephiroth felt the muscles tight around him, skin moving against skin. His lips claimed Zack's, heat searing his body as he moved, the tightness surrounding him consuming his mind.

His cock throbbed, the pleasure building, his muscles tensed in response as his body spasmed.

Each thrust against his skin, drove a pleasured gasp from his mouth. Zack could only just ride along the waves of his lust driven hormones. He clung to Seph, his mouth moving with the General's.

He could feel the surging moment before release building up and, his back arched as if trying to help edge his desire onward. He couldn't word the need verbally, just rock his hips in the motion as if to show Seph he was close.


(sorry work has drained my smut writing radar)

He could feel it building inside him, consuming him, the pleasure like a fire burning through his body. Sephiroth's body pressed against Zack's as the thrusts continued, moving closer each moment to his release. The touches seared him, lips pressed together in frantic kisses. One hand caressed Zack's face as the movements continued and then it came.

His body arched and a cry escaped into Zack's mouth, the pleasure exploding inside of him as he released hard and fast into Zack's body. He gave a final thrust, emptying himself into the tight ass before pulling away from the kiss, his hair creating a curtain over them.

Even as he pulled out he didn't leave, not quite yet. He knew he should stand, he should dress and they should never speak of this again, but Zack was there, fingers running through his hair. It wasn't as if Zack was the first to dare touch his hair, in fact many dared to do so but the reaction was usually to jerk away and inform them that it was only sex.

But Zack was the student of his friend. He couldn't harm him, not without having to face Angeal eventually for his actions, and besides, it didn't feel wrong when Zack stroked his hair.

"We should not wait here long. We still need to rendezvous with the others."

"We should head back to the tent." He muttered to Weiss with a smile before turning away and going the way he said he would. He was glad Weiss was behind him. Weiss always saw through his masks, and this one was held up. He didn't know how to feel. He didn't regret anything, but he just...

Zack was still there despite agreeing. He was stroking his hair and Sephiroth knew he would have to do it himself. Finally he pulled back and reached for his clothing. "We need to go Zackary," he said as he stood up and moved away from him reluctantly.

And Zack was apologizing to him. At that his gaze locked on Zack for a moment. It was hardly just his decision but still he said nothing as he stood, moving forward. Sephiroth didn't say anything, he felt no need to. For Zack he was certain there would be emotions that he did not feel himself. He did not feel so many of the emotions that had once been described to him by other cadets, back when he was a child. Back then the excuse was that he would feel it when he was older but he never did.

Sephiroth walked forward, not a word said to Zack. He was certain that if the younger one had something he wanted to talk about he would say it. The chances of him actually staying silent Sephiroth was sure were none and they had a task to finish, to rendevous with the others, and only return to Shinra.

The silence broke as Sephiroth glanced back at the boy. He would say nothing, but it was no less than he expected from an aspiring SOLDIER. It would do him good in the future to know now not to be a braggart, especially when it concerned decorum. He only hoped that was on of the things that Angeal would continue to teach the boy. No word of this was to ever get out and if it did he would need to deal with the issue in the swiftest way possible, and that would not be pleasant and possibly more so for himself if Angeal ever found out.

"That would be the best option for both of us Zackary," he said finally. Indeed it would be good if Angeal never found out about this little event.

Nero looked at Zack and spoke in his monotone voice, with no inflections what so ever: "Good to see you are unhurt, Fair. I've detected that there are no more Wutai units in the distance; you must have killed many as well." He said that last line with no sarcasm, but he wanted to throw it in. Damn those two, fucking each other while Weiss and Nero were busy fighting. Damn humans, selfish beings. Selfish, greedy bastards who deserved to be maimed, beaten and burned; Weiss was right all along. Nero's monotone voice showed no display of his inner feelings, however.

The raven haired Deepground unit looked around, "If we have no more reason to stay here then let us be off. The quicker I do my mission, the better Deepground will see me; which also means that they will send me to the outside world more often, and that, I want."