Five Ficlets: Tentacles

[icedark_elf]

Title: Five Ficlets: Tentacles
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Rating: PG-15 for implied sex
Length: 600 words
Pairings: Zack/Cloud, Sephiroth/Cloud, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud
Type: Five ficlets
Genre: Slash, floofy
Warnings: Well… tentacles.

Writing for dogmatix_san and the new tentacle comm., takoyaoi_love

Five Ficlets: Tentacles


Ankles

He almost didn’t catch the kick as Cloud retaliated against the tickling. “Damnit, Zack! Why are you so damn fixated on my -ankles-, of all things?”

Still holding the blond’s leg, Zack grinned and massaged the limb lightly. “Cause I don’t have them any more. Plus your’s are ticklish.”

A bit of a pause there, and Zack got a glimmer of something in Spike’s eye that he didn’t know what it was. He didn’t want to know what it was, either, so he diverted his attention and Cloud’s by nibbling on the man’s ankle.

“Zaaaaack!”



Shame

When the unexpected results of the experiment had appeared, Seph had, well, not exactly shame, but been more than mildly disturbed about the idea of being seen by others like this. He knew he was different, always knew that, but he had at least looked mostly normal.

Then the results occurred with the first 1st Class SOLDIERs, and he hadn’t felt quite so odd about being with people again, at least not the ones he worked with, and that was all he really cared about. The fact that they did look different seem to give him something to have in common with them. But he still felt even more uncomfortable than before with so called ‘normal’ people. Even Zack hadn’t been able to help that, because, by the time he had really figured out Zack was actually trying to be friends with him, the black haired man had been like him.

Which was why he was so…clinging of Cloud. Cloud was normal still, not enhanced, not changed. And he still wanted to be next to Sephiroth, didn’t shy away from the tentacles, didn’t have even a trace of the fear others had. Awe, yes, other things he didn’t recognize, yes, but Sephiroth knew fear, and he didn’t see any of it in Cloud when Cloud looked at him.

Probably the best gift the boy would ever be able to give him.



Love

Love was a lot of things.

Right now, love was Zack melting into a happy, oozy pile on Cloud’s lap as the blond took the time to massage all the mass of limbs that Zack had been mistreating all day.

At that moment, Zack, once he pulled himself together, would have conquered a small country or two for Cloud. Even let the boy stop massaging to do so.

That was love.



Physical

Sometimes it was about emotions. The way one of them would look at each other, the happy smile, soft words. Hugs and snuggles and contentment.

Sometimes it was just physical. Hot and hard and slick. Touches that were rough and the needy whines of want. Gropes and using and need.

It was a good balance between the three of them.



Friend

“Why do you do this, Strife?” Hesitation.

Answered by confusion. “Sir?”

“Why do you let us do this to you? I see you limp afterwards, quite often. I know we are not the most…gentle of beings when we do this.” A bit of sorrow. “So why let us?”

“Sir, only the fact that I’d like to think that we are friends as well as lovers keeps me from telling Zack what you just said.” Soft snort and a bit of frustration.

“Friends?” Confused.

“Yes.” Steady and certain. “And that would also be the answer to your question.” Soft teasing.

A moment of silence. “Oh.” Soft, pleased tone. “Good.”

Comments

[jessara40k.livejournal.com]

Those are delicious. I particularly liked the second and fifth.