Checkers::Wake Up Call

Note: Saesama and I roleplay over AIM, in a place we've dubbed 'The Chatroom', which is where this takes place. Among many others, she RP's Zero, from the Megaman Z games, and I RP Sephiroth, from Final Fantasy VII. These two have become rather good friends over the years, due to their similarities. The name 'Checkers' refers to their nicknames: Zero is 'Red' and Sephiroth is 'Black'. Recently they've become something I guess would be called 'Friends with Benefits.' And thus the smut evolves. No romance, no love, just pure fuckage. WOOO.

Disclaimer: I only own Keeren... who... isn't in this XD The rest belongs to either SquareEnix or CAPCOM.


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The intensity of the silence would have hurt normal human ears. The room was quiet and the air was still. It was as if nobody had paid a visit in many-a years. The silence was suddenly disturbed when a quiet whir and a hum came from a still figure laying eagle spread on a comfortable recliner. Red against gold on the ebony seat, dark slate blue eyes opened to the darkness as the humming became quieter, almost impossible to hear. The pair of eyes suddenly shifted to a bright azure when the hum faded completely.

Zero lifted his head, ran a hand through his bangs and took a look around the room. Rarely did he fall into a synthetic sleep, but he had been by himself in the chat room for this long he decided to pass some time the easy way. Everyone had been off doing their own things. The snooping fan girls, Keeren and Teri, were away due to work and school, while the men from the Gaia world were invited back for sort of a reunion of sorts. A 'picnic' they had explained. Thus meant Highwind, Valentine, Strife, and Sephiroth were gone for the time being and had no clue when they'd return. The general had offered Zero's participation, but he was turned down. It was a reunion for them and them alone. Besides, the blond had plenty to occupy himself with here.

But as it turned out, he didn't. Zero released a sour sigh as he turned in the reclined La-Z-boy and rested on his side. He had found himself bored quickly. He had tried blowing shit up but it just wasn't as entertaining anymore. Board games with boring without a second player and he had begun to gripe about the lack of a television. Even any explicit activities with himself had proved themselves lacking within first five cycles. He curled up into the niche of the chair and closed his eyes, the quiet becoming thick like butter. A quiet snore--that was not his own--shattered the falling silence.

He blinked, straining his ears to hear it again. Raining an eyebrow, he leaned over the edge of the chair. From here he could see the far end of the General's admired couch, along with two pair of boots hanging over the arm rest. Had they returned so soon? Zero sat up and looked about the room again. There was no one else around, perhaps the general had came back on his own accord.

Zero stood and took quiet steps over to the leather couch until he stood exactly one step away. There he found Sephiroth stretching the length of it, his large feet hanging over the end. The general, who was dressed in only his slacks, boots and a black tank top, looked absolutely exhausted and vulnerable. From the look of him, he probably took the opportunity of the reunion to wrestle with his comrades and previous enemies. Zero smirked, he must have -really- wore himself out. Probably five against one, Sephiroth being on the receiving end of the brawl. Quiet snores were the only sound he made, his buff chest lifting and falling steadily. Zero realized after long moments that he was watching the general with careful eyes. He analyzed every dip and bend of his face, every scar and mark on his arms. He soon found himself eager to remove the thin shirt Sephiroth was wearing to study every blemish upon his chest. The unfamiliar yet welcomed 'desire' crept up in him once more, and he dove headlong into it.

The Maverick-Hunter slipped up beside the dark general and knelt slightly, his fingers pricking at the fabric around Sephiroth's waist. He pulled on it little by little, pulling it from beneath his slacks. Once it was free, Zero discreetly licked his lips and pushed the warm fabric up Sephiroth's sleeping chest, revealing soft flesh and chiseled muscles beneath. Zero lowered his head and caressed the skin with his tongue and mouth. The taste of the general's flesh and sweat was interesting and zestful. Zero ran a trail along the chest, pausing briefly to examine his shallow naval and finished up between his masculine pecks. By now Zero had hoisted himself up onto the couch to where he was straddling the general's stomach, hunched over and dining on his chest.

He paused only for a moment, glancing up on the still sleeping general. A faint grin had crossed Sephiroth's lips but he had otherwise not woken at all. Zero smirked and dropped his face to the chest again. Twin tan nipples sat at perfect distance from themselves on his bosom. Zero found himself intrigued by the simple details of the general and put one between two fingers and applied slight pressure. The flesh was warm and soft, though it quickly stiffened between his digits. With a sneer, Zero ducked down and put it's brother between his lips, lipping and pulling. Sephiroth squirmed beneath him, a sleepy moan escaped his parted lips but he lay still with time. Zero twisted and tweaked the bead as he went from lipping to nipping with his teeth, stretching the dark flesh with carnal hunger. He was only dimly aware of his growing erection when hips rolled up against it, causing him to moan deep in his throat.

Zero looked up, quickly stopping his molestation. The now awake Sephiroth gazed right back at him, sleep feigned off by a not-so-subtle appetite for passion.

“If I'm going to wake up like this, I need to leave more often,” the general breathed with a crafty smirk. Zero returned a grin, nipple still between his lips and dragged his hips in reply against the erection below him. Sephiroth rolled his head back with an intake of breath, his hands reaching up and entangling themselves in Zero's rich blond hair.

Now grinding his hips against his partner's, Zero resumed the attack upon the general's chest. He switched sides and teased the opposite nub with his tongue, his other hand gumming his slick nipple between his fingers. Zero looked up once more before departing from the bumps, his fingers running a feather light trail down his belly. As he moved lower he scooted his hips down until he sat between Sephiroth's knees. Quick, agile fingers attached themselves to the buckles on the general's slacks and undid them. Sephiroth pushed himself onto his elbows and chuckled. “Somebody got bore--” He started but he was quickly cut off by Zero's hand when it pressed against his face and open mouth and forced him onto his down again. Sephiroth glared, and then willingly took two of the larger fingers two into his mouth and sucked them delectably. Zero looked up at him and grinned slyly as he reached in and pulled out the general's 'little soldier'. Sephiroth moaned into Zero's digits and lifted his hips up to meet those warm hands. Zero casually wrapped a hand around the base of the shaft, stroking it so gently that Sephiroth tossed his head to one side and bit at the fingers impatiently.

Zero, ignoring Sephiroth's desperate pleads, continued to lightly caress the swollen member He found himself desiring to hear those quiet, begging moans the general made every time his fingers graced his soft skin. -Make him feel human,- he thought. -Make him feel how weak he really is.-

Fed up with Zero's teasing, Sephiroth raised his left leg and slammed it into Zero's side, causing the blond to grunt, wince, and tighten his grip around the thick member. Sephiroth moaned bitterly and raised his hips up into the embrace.

Zero glared down at him. “Bastard.”

Sephiroth mumbled something three syllables long in reply through the fingers in his mouth, and continued to bump his hips into Zero's hand. The blond had now become annoyed with the silver haired general with no pity.

“So, he wants it -rough-, does he?” He growled, shifting into a more comfortable position, his legs stretching out over the end of the couch and his head low. “I'll show him -rough-.”

Zero's fingers suddenly pushed hard into Sephiroth's mouth, pressing down onto his tongue and deep into his throat. Sephiroth choked and tried to repel them, his hands grasping at Zero's arm. The blond quickly reached up with his other hand and snatched both at the wrists, holding them fixed at his naval. Sephiroth growled in protest while he pulling at his grip, but he was quickly shut off when Zero took his erection into his mouth, his teeth running against his length maliciously. The general shivered and bit down on the two fingers probing around his tonsils. He gagged and closed his eyes tight, pushing against Zero's mouth. His breath was almost caught short when Zero began to bob his head while almost biting at his warm shaft.

Every time that tongue ran across his skin and those teeth gnashed at his flesh Sephiroth tossed his head and moaned intensely. He slipped his own tongue between the fingers in his mouth and fondled the knuckles around his lips, tickling the webbing between each digit. The blond between his legs began to pick up his pace, his teeth chafing against the general constantly now. Sephiroth released a deep throated sound as his hips bucked, the pressure building inside of him. Zero began to pump his happy fingers in his mouth in time to his jamming, reaching as far back into his throat as possible. Both of the generals choked on their own tonsil probing. The pressure inside suddenly became too much for Sephiroth as waves of pleasure slammed into him like a tsunami. His seed released into Zero's welcoming mouth as he caught a strangled cry deep in his throat. He arched into Zero and bit down painfully on those slick fingers.

Exhausting moments later, Zero slowly removed his fingers as Sephiroth fell back into the hot leather, gasping for breath. The blond lifted himself up from the General's hips and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Sephiroth, who's skin had just been coated with a fresh layer of sweat, looked up at him with half open eyes. Once releasing Sephiroth's wrists, he looked at his own fingers and found a thin ring of red close to his knuckles.

“What the hell is your problem?” Sephiroth glared, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to catch his breath. He held his wrists to his face and was pleased to find no bruises.

“I think the question is what the hell is -your- problem,” Zero retorted. “Y'didn't need to go and attack me.”

Sephiroth chuckled darkly. “It got you going at least.”

“Oh fuck off.” Zero snapped. Sephiroth sneered.

“I think you just did that for me.”

Rolling his eyes, Zero turned and began to attack the general's boots. One by one he ripped them from Sephiroth's large feet. He then did the same on his own, except he removed his shoe laces and he held them before his face, studying them.

“And just what do you think you're going to do with those?” Sephiroth asked, propping himself onto his elbows, and ripping off his bunched up tank top. The blond grinned like a mad man.

“This.”

Zero suddenly tackled the general, pushing him flat on his back and fixed the general's wrists above his head. With shoelace in hand, Zero reached down into the area between the cushions of the couch and looped it around a support beam. Quickly bringing it back up he wrapped it around Sephiroth's wrist and he was properly bound. Doing the same to the other wrist, Sephiroth bitched and pulling at the binds. He glared darkly up at the blond. Simple shoelaces could do nothing to hold him, but when he pulled he heard the support beam below him groan and protest. He decided finally that the life of the leather couch was more important than his dominance in this event. Collapsing back into the couch, he vowed to make sure Zero -payed- for this.

The blond smirked down on him with an evil intent in his eyes. Re-adjusting himself, he pushed Sephiroth's slacks down his long legs until they bunched up by his ankles. With a grunt, he ripped the cloth from his body and Sephiroth lay full nude at his disposal. After removing his own red button down shirt, Zero licked his lips and fumbled with his own button fly, pulling his aching erection from sweltering confinements. He looked over his shoulder at the general who glared back at him through silver bangs and snickered quietly. He then turned and crawled across Sephiroth's naked body until he straddled his shoulders, his erect member resting just by his chin. Sephiroth reluctantly, and quickly, gave in to the offering and took his sweet candy into his mouth.

Zero threw his head back with a gasp as the warmth surrounded him. Sephiroth bit and scraped his teeth tightly on Zero's warm flesh, making sure to get his vengeance. Zero let three short moans escape his lips as he slowly thrust into the general's jaws and then immediately removed himself, thoroughly greased. He slunk down Sephiroth's stomach, his slippery arousal leaving a trail of wetness behind it until he knelt in-between his knees once more. Zero slipped his hands under his partner's thighs, lifted, and propped one long leg over his shoulder. Pressing his slick member against Sephiroth's star-burst entrance, Zero bit his lip and invaded with no mercy.

Within seconds, Sephiroth was arching against Zero's hips, and a string of curses mixed with a squall slipped from between his clenched teeth. The general's body stiffened, his wrists pulling at his binds sorely and burning pain ripped through his lower regions. When Zero had entered him completely, the blond leaned forward resting his weight against the general's raised leg. Sephiroth was tight and unready around his throbbing sex, his muscles clenching around him. Zero moaned softly.

“You fucking -bastard-,” Sephiroth growled with an icy glare. He opened his mouth to continue but he was cut off. The blond above him began to rock his hips against him and the burn he experienced before returned. Among this pain came the sweet pleasure he knew and craved. He pushed his hips against his partner's, wanting more. -Much- more.

Zero tossed the general's other leg over his shoulder and leaned over him, propping himself up by two supporting arms besides Sephiroth's chest. He released a deep throated sound as he thrust into those tight walls, picking up pace as he went. His breaths came in short bursts and his hands went to Sephiroth's nipples where he plucked and tweaked until the general's moans escalated to excited gasps. Sephiroth's fists were beginning to turn a frightful red from the lack of circulation when the laces finally snapped.

Sephiroth lunged forward and Zero fell back with a shout in surprise until he fell onto his back, the silver haired general impaled on his hips.

“...oh -fuck-,” Zero gasped when Sephiroth impatiently began to hurtle himself upon on his warm length.

Sephiroth leered down at the blond beneath him. He went to say something witty but his words suddenly cut off and were replaced with a sharp hiss when Zero reached up and wrapped his hand around his throbbing length. Zero's hand worked in time to the general's thrusts and he threw his head back, lips forming curses and eyes shut tightly. His long silver hair tickled Zero's thighs, who stretched his free arm out towards the general's chest, yearning to feel his chiseled flesh beneath his fingers.

Catching his leg around the edge of the couch, Zero pulled himself up into a sitting position, resting against the back of the couch. Sephiroth had to grab Zero's shoulders to keep himself from falling off balance and he found himself sitting in the blond's lap, their faces several inches from each other. Zero grinned slyly, his right hand busy beating the general's slick sex, and the other moving up his chest, toying with his nubs and tracing his build. Sephiroth lowered his head and attacked Zero's throat and shoulder, etching his skin with reddish tooth dents all while drumming himself against the blond. Zero leaned his head against his while panting breathlessly.

Tingling libido began to comb through his body, rushing past him with greater strength each time the general thrust himself down on him. Sephiroth must have felt it the pressure as well as he removed himself from his neck and tossed his head back, gaspish-cries coming from his gaped jaw. Zero bucked his hips against his, speeding up as he went. Sephiroth finally cried out one last time, his iron fists gripping Zero's shoulders as he tightened and spilled himself against the blond's chest. Zero clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, thrusting into the general one final, uncontrollable time before it was all over. He pushed his face against Sephiroth's chest, muffling a shout as his body tensed up and froze. Wave after wave of crushing desire crashed into him like walls of stone and he groaned into the chest, his body cramping at each of the general's contractions.

Sephiroth collapsed against his shoulder breathing heavily. He threw his arms behind the blond as he leaned against him. And Zero, who was smothered against his warm chest, maneuvered himself until he was laying on his side with Sephiroth in front of him. The general hissed as Zero pulled himself out and curled up against the back of the couch. Sephiroth smirked, gazing down at Zero's naked-but untidy-chest. He scooted himself down until he was face level with it and he cleaned his all remains of his mess with mouth and tongue. Zero moaned softly, his hands resting on Sephiroth's head as he teased at his nipples. Once finished, the general came back up to face Zero.

“I hope you know, I -am- going to kick your ass later,” Sephiroth said breathlessly. Zero frowned.

“What for?” he asked with a grin, his feet fighting to pull his pants of; his legs were burning up.

“You know damn well what for.” The general rolled onto his backside, surprised the couch held two full grown men laying the stretch of it. Well, maybe not, he discovered that they were not exactly fitting. One of his legs was entangled between Zero's and the other hung lifelessly over the edge. Warmth they shared between their bodies quickly faded away and the coldness of the room clung to their coat of sweat. Sephiroth shivered and turned to his side again, clinging to the blond's warmth. Zero smirked.

“Ass kicking aside, we should really go somewhere else,” he commented. “Before someone, y'know, comes back.”

Sephiroth half-sighed, half-growled and sat up. Digging around the side of the couch, he came back up with his leather trench coat in hand. He threw it across their naked bodies and they curled up in the warm material. Zero, now happily warm, shook his head and chuckled.

“Good enough.”