Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/5650525. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Final_Fantasy_VII, Compilation_of_Final_Fantasy_VII, Crisis_Core:_Final Fantasy_VII Relationship: Zack_Fair/Cloud_Strife, Sephiroth/Cloud_Strife, Zack_Fair/Sephiroth/Cloud Strife Character: Zack_Fair, Cloud_Strife, Sephiroth Additional Tags: Voyeurism, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Established_Relationship, Established_Sephiroth/Cloud_Strife Series: Part 1 of To_Each_Their_Own Stats: Published: 2016-01-06 Words: 1594 ****** Sharing is Caring ****** by bizarreplatinum Summary Somehow Zack had convinced them that sharing a particular blonde Cadet would be good for all three of them. He wasn't wrong. Notes [cracks knuckles] I'm getting back into writing fic by going back to the fandom I started with in the first place. I found a fetish prompt list on tumblr that felt like it would be a nice challenge so here we are. This is definitely more Z/C with a voyeur Sephiroth and a background S/C relationship more than anything else so sorry if you're expecting otherwise! I like to think of infantry Cloud being one who's over 18 but still doesn't make SOLDIER (in a "Nibleheim doesn't happen" universe) but I've tagged as underage just in case since his age wasn't explicitly mentioned anywhere in the story. As is usual for me, I don't have a beta so I've done the best I can editing on my own. Hopefully this isn't too riddled with errors and is enjoyable! See the end of the work for more notes Thiswas exactly how Cloud liked to be taken. Folded nearly in half with the weight of another on top of him. The cool feeling of a metal desk pressing against his hot, flushed skin while the scratchy tingle of his half removed infantry coat invaded his senses as it rubbed against his chest. His body jostling back and forth, matching in time with creaking of the table legs. Heat and humidity in the air as the windows fogged and the echo of his own moans bouncing off the ceiling as he tossed his head back. This was the height of his pleasure; fucking here in a place he shouldn't be with someone he maybe shouldn't be doing this with. It was Zack's heaving groaning breathes that tickled the sensitive spot where his collar met his neck. It was maddening over his flushed skin, bruised ever so gently with love bites decorating a neat line down to the tips of his collar bones. Clouds lips were red and raw from where Zack had ferociously kissed him over and over again. And Cloud wantedmore. More ... more ... more... “Fuck me harder,” he wanted to yell. “Make me moan louder!” he wanted to beg, but Zack was driving through him so fiercely every sound he made was being ripped unconsciously from his throat. He could hardly breathe; gasping as each thrust felt like it was reaching deeper and deeper inside of him. As if Zack intended to tear him clean in two. Zack was being anything but gentle, and he was certainly being firm. His strong grip pressed against Cloud's soft milky thighs. Tan skin was flushed with the slightest sheen of sweat decorating his brow as he worked Cloud. Every movement he made was slow, but deliberate and powerful. Gripping the edge of the desk firmly as his body jerked rhythmically atop it the most Cloud to could do as he rode wave after wave of pleasure. A particularly deep stroke tore a pleasured moan from the Cadet who threw his head back over the edge of the desk. His eyes flew open – When had he closed them? He couldn't recall. – to gaze ahead at the body sitting mere feet behind them. There sat Sephiroth, the great general Sephiroth with eye's glued forward at the scene before him. His body language was neutral. He sat upright in a rickety folding chair, one leg crossed languidly over the other. His hands clasped neatly with his finger perfectly interlocked over... was that..? Cloud gasped as arousal shot down through his loins once more. No it couldn't be, he thought. As if he could hear the thoughts the Cadet before him was contemplating, Sephiroth uncrossed his legs. He did it sensually, slowly, so that Cloud could watch the way the leather clung and warped around ever inch of his legs. So sinfully, that Cloud could hear his jaw drop as his eyes caught the bulge pulsing between the generals legs. “Yes Cloud,” purred Sephiroth temptingly “ look right at me.” A hand dipped tantalizingly into the top of tight leather pants, easing the swollen head of a cock out into the open air. Cloud could feel himself salivating looking at it, in its thick girthy glory. He wanted to take it whole into his mouth, its flushed pink head oozing glistening precum. Mesmerized, Cloud could only ogle as Sephiroth slowly began to fist himself at a leisurely pace. Captivated by the way his core muscles clenched and unclenched which each languid pump of his cock, Cloud could only gasp louder as he was entranced by the Adonis before him. There was a swish of silver hair as Sephiroth craned his head backwards, exposing the pale skin along his neck. (Delicious, Cloud thought, I want to put my lips there) His eyes never retreated from Cloud's form in front of him and Cloud was consumed with staring right back at him. “Nnhg – Cloud” He heard his name groaned behind him and felt a sudden absence of fullness in his lower half as Zack all but pulled out his cock. Cloud tore his gaze away from Sephiroth to see that Zack was standing above him now, gazing down at him ravenously. “Is that really where your focus should be Spiky?” Zack asked, a sly smile now decorating his lips. His fingers danced up and down Cloud's thighs with just enough pressure to hold them in place. Cloud wiggled his hips fervently, desperate to reclaim that fullness from earlier, but Zack just wouldn't quite let him impale himself again. “Pretend he's – ah – not there,” Zack all but moaned as his slid slowlyback inside, relishing the warmth of Cloud's thighs against his own before pulling back out again. “Focus here,” He punctuated his statement with a sharp thrust forward. “Instead.” Cloud pushed himself up onto his elbows, his face inches away from Zack's. He could feel the ravenette's controlled breath tickling his cheek. He shifted his hips downward, catching his lower lip in his teeth when Zack held them firmly in place. “Please,” he begged. Shifting wantonly, titling his face so he could graze his lips against Zack's own. “Please Zack” Zacks hands were removed from Cloud's thighs and found a new home on his shoulders, pushing them down until they met the table once more. Zack's hips jerked forward and then backwards fiercely, resuming their previous pace. “Gaia” Cloud moaned softly, letting his arms wrap around Zack's broad torso and revelling in the heat radiating off his form. It was almost unbearable. The delicious pressure in his lower half was threatening to spill over at any moment. He found himself struggling to keep it together under Zack's fierce ministrations and the sound of what must have been Sephiroth furiously stroking himself behind him. That was something he desperately wanted to see, but if he let himself be distracted again.... The thought of Zack stopping now was intolerable. It seemed, however, that Zack had no intention of ceasing any more. His head moved downwards until his mouth was pressed against Cloud's neck where it met his shoulder. “My Cloud” his whispered against taught skin, nipping gently at first and then sucking and nibbling as if he were starving for it. Cloud found himself with his head thrown back again, giving his superior full access to pristine skin. Sephiroth's eyes were still locked on him, but his pants had been eased ever so slightly off the edge of his pearlescent hips. The head of his cock was now coated in pre-cum as he stroked firmly, quickly, deliberately. The sight of it took Cloud's breath away and made the arousal in his gut burn ever more furiously. He could feel his climax building as Zack's movements became fervent and his moans overwhelmed Clouds ears. Sephiroth blinked slowy and then smirked as he climaxed wordlessly. Cum decorated his toned abs, those gorgeous leather pants and stuck to the ends of those beautiful silver strands. Cloud was finally pushed over the edge, the sight of such a thing too much for him. He came, hard, feeling ever muscle in his body contract with the force of his orgasm. Zack moaned almost pitfully in his ear as his thrusting ceased. Wetness on the inside of his thighs confirmed that Zack had been pushed to his own end too. “Damn spiky” Zack whispered under his breath as he stood, removing a hand from where it was brusing Cloud's shoulder to rub it through his own head of hair. “I had no idea you were this good of a lay” “He certainly is” Sephiroth answered as he stood, before Cloud could even gather enough air to speak. Ever quick, the general had already finished redressing. “It's a part of why I'm so determined to keep him in my company” Cloud could feel his face redden as he accepted the hand Zack lent to pull himself upright off the table. Sephiroth had never been particularly shy about the status of their relationship, but he had never been so publicly forward about it before. “I'm pleased that you found Cloud just enjoyable as I” Sephiroth added, seemingly as an afterthought, with a smirk. “Damn” Zack mumbled again under his breath. The hand in his hair slid to the back of his neck. “I have to admit I'm a little jealous, I guess I owe you both a thank you for indulging me but,” his eye's wandered around the empty classroom before they trailed off towards the ceiling. “It would be a flat out lie if I said that I didn't want to do this again sometime.” “hnnn” Sephiroth grunted, rounding the table to embrace the now upright Cloud from behind. He buried his face deep within his golden spikes. Cloud could feel his face burning further, now acutely aware of the face that he was the only one half naked amongst the three of them. “If Cloud does not object, I wouldn't be opposed.” Cloud could feel his draw drop once more as he snapped his neck to gape at Sephiroth and then in turn at Zack. "I'm –" he stuttered, before clearing his throat "I'm not opposed. I–" He found his gaze trailing back and for between Zack and Sephiroth. "I enjoyed it. It was a lot of fun." Zack's expression initially was one of confusion and then surprise, but it quickly formed into one bearing a wide toothy grin. “Great,” he replied, stuffing himself back inside his pants “but you," he jerked a finger towards Cloud  "you're watching next time!”   End Notes Afterthought: Why are they doing this in a classroom and not in a bed? Don't Seph and Zack have apartments? Maybe it was Cloud's idea, he seems like the type who'd want to do naughty things in a public places. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work! their too crammed for two people kitchen. Then he leaves his stuff in his bedroom and tries to sneak to Thor’s side of the flat. It’s true that he wasn’t interested in any of that family drama that exploded recently, but he was Tony and being Tony meant that he was curious what the mysterious Loki Odinson looked like behind his dramatized voice. A picture of younger Thor struck his imagination (having in mind that he never saw any evidence of how younger Thor looked like). Golden, blond hair, maybe also a bit longer than necessary, not so muscular, slightly shorter (well compared to Thor everyone looked short), with same concerned expression on his face. Even knowing that he wasn’t his blood related brother; he couldn’t imagine him looking like anything else. He lightly knocked on Thor’s bedroom door. Obviously Thor wasn’t present at home, seeing as him and quiet were rarely compatible. He wasn’t sure about Loki though, and he couldn’t say anything for sure as he left early while Thor was still snoring loudly on their shared sofa. For a moment he panicked as he knocked without a plan of what to do after Loki opened the door, but being Tony Stark meant having the ability to improvise charismatically. But thankfully, no one answered. He gently pushed the door open and peeked inside. Unable to take silence for an answer, he entered the bedroom. The heavy, dark wooden door creaked slightly and opened. But there wasn’t anyone inside. Thor’s bed was unmade and the curtains were still drawn shut, and the heavy air in the room hinted that someone was here not too long ago. Maybe they went out to eat? After all, it was a Saturday afternoon. Drawing those conclusions, he closed the door without leaving any evidence of his unnecessary nosiness. But after turning around on his heels and heading back to their super-small kitchen to grab something to collaborate with that beer, he noticed the slightly ajar bathroom door. A few years ago Tony used to smoke in the bathroom, and Thor being a sportsman and hating this particular bad habit (alcohol wasn’t a bad habit, no sir) always closed bathroom door shut so that the smell of smoke wouldn’t reach his bedroom. Later on it just kinda became a habit of them both. Tony didn’t know how, but he always noticed these kinds of things. And this particular one made him instantly uneasy. Their shared bathroom had a window, so they didn’t need to turn on the light during the daytime. He put his head closer to the door, but after not hearing anything for a moment he slowly pushed the door open. The moment that the door opened wide was the first time Tony saw Loki Odinson. Chapter End Notes Thanks wonderful rudolphkiistrulydesperate for editing this)) working on chapter 3 atm)) End Notes If some native English speaker would like to edit this story - I would love you forever <3 Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!