icedark_elf | Kink Bingo: Silently(Sephiroth/Zack, Writing on the Body)

Title: Silently
Beta: Aiko Namika
Prompt: Writing on the Body for

kink_bingo
Pair: Sephiroth/Zack
Wordcount: 909

Sephiroth couldn’t remember who started it, not anymore, or even how they had continued, but he knew that the silent talking he had developed with Zack had been quite useful over the years. Just a series of shorthand symbols that could say a great variety of things.

He should have known Zack would put it to some perverse use eventually.

The man was grinning at him, silent as Sephiroth was dealing with a conference call with several important Shin-Ra figures. Not that he wanted to be dealing with them, and knew that the only reason Zack was there was because Sephiroth was of the firm opinion if he had to suffer dealing with the fools, Zack did as well. Zack hadn’t added anything to the conversation, was just there to help keep Sephiroth focused. When the man moved to sit next to Sephiroth, the General was sure he was up to something, but he didn’t do anything, so Sephiroth relaxed. Then he felt a tracing along the coat, just barely there. Only sheer practice told him that Zack was talking to him.

Bored.

Not unexpected, and he just glanced at Zack, frowning faintly. His spine was sensitive, as Zack damn well knew, even more when Zack was teasing his finger along it.

Entertain me.

Another glare, but he couldn’t help a press into the hand. Damn. The hand vanished, and rested on his leg instead. As they were sitting on the couch in Sephiroth’s office, this was easy enough, and Sephiroth just eyed the man.

Bored? This time, it ended with the tap that indicated question. And the hand slide down, pressing fingertips along the inside of Sephiroth’s thigh.

That got another glare from Sephiroth, but he did shift his legs some. He was bored as well, and a Zack set on distraction could be...interesting. Lifting his hand up, he traced a fingertip along the bared forearm. Silent?

The look Zack gave him was pure challenge. Can be. You? The words were traced feather light on the inside of his leg, slowly climbing up. Sephiroth shifted his legs again, letting Zack have access, giving the man a challenging look back.

Look good. There was no inflection on the writing as it crawled through his leathers against his skin, but Zack’s leer more than made up for that, and Sephiroth felt himself smirk back.

No mess he scrawled on Zack’s arm. He wondered if Zack would get what he wanted.

There was a rustle and a creak as Zack slid off of the couch, and moved to settle between Sephiroth’s legs. Oh, good. It seemed he did.

Their writing talk paused as Zack carefully worked on the fastenings of Sephiroth’s pants, undoing them as silently as possible. The fact that they were talking to fat, weak bureaucrats didn’t mean they couldn’t hear, and Sephiroth did not intend to give them any reason to harass him later. So this was going to be done quietly. Bracing his feet, Sephiroth shifted his weight up some when Zack tugged at the leather he wore, enough to get it out of the way without pinching. Hard already, it was a relief to be free of the pants, and he curled his fingers into Zack’s hair.

Zack looked up, grinned, and leaned down to trace his tongue on Sephiroth’s hip. Want?

Sephiroth bared his teeth at Zack, fingers tightening.

With a grin, Zack shifted, and swallowed him down. Sephiroth tensed, but forced himself to be quiet.

Silent Zack reminded, tracing the sign on Sephiroth’s belly this time, mouth busy working down.

Known was written on Zack’s upper back, and Sephiroth just shut his eyes, focusing on the feel of Zack’s mouth on him, only a tiny part of his mind paying attention to the call. Zack’s mouth was hot and he felt a hint of teeth, which made him shiver.

Good? A hard suck made him almost groan, and he swallowed it back, fingers tightening on Zack’s hair. Though he almost growled when Zack slowed, and traced out the sign for Good? again. The man was going to make him respond just to be a brat, wasn’t he?

Yes.

That got the response of Zack sliding all the way down on him, and Sephiroth shivered.

Bored?

And that was distracting, tearing his attention between what Zack was doing with his mouth and what he was writing with his fingertip. How the man could be the coordinated, Sephiroth wasn’t sure, but he did make sure to answer, not wanting the other to stop again.

It was over too fast. Zack continued to talk, even with his mouth full, picking different spots to trace out the words, making Sephiroth want to groan, but the fact he had to be silent because the others would be able to hear only made it better. Shuddering through the end, he tried to pant slightly, and Zack pulled back after a moment. Looking up, he leaned forward, and traced one last word out on Sephiroth’s stomach with the tip of his tongue.

Mine.

As soon as the call was done, Sephiroth was going to have to show Zack just who belong to who. After the call was over, because that was not going to be silent.

Not at all.