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Cloud had never really thought about the possibility of one day having kids. Kids in general sort of irked him, and it seemed like a cruel prank from the universe that they just so happen to flock to him.
He’d like to blame Aerith, for one. Definitely Zack Fair, for two. But truly, deep down, he knows he could only blame himself.
Cloud knew he was the source of the problem when his perspective started to shift.
That morning could have been like any other drowsy Sunday, but living under the same roof with Zack ensured that every day held something a little different. They always start off slow, the reminder of it being a day off settling in their bones until they both find the strength to get up well past their normal wake up time.
Him and Zack work around each other the same way a stream would flow against rocks. While Cloud’s still brushing his teeth, he could hear the sound of eggs cracking in the kitchen. When Cloud’s grabbing the dishes, Zack’s wiping the table. And usually, once they finish breakfast, they’d gear up to walk their newly adopted Akita.
What Cloud doesn’t expect to see when he walks out of their bedroom is a still half-naked Zack, now cradling their puppy like a baby. The image sends a sharp sensation straight to his heart that only grows once he hears how he’s cooing at her, bouncing their little bundle of fur in those tanned arms.
Zack must not hear him approaching with the way his shoulders jump at his voice.
“What.. are you doing?” Cloud questions, eyes flickering from Zack’s face to their smiling puppy.
“Oh, shit. It is time to walk her, right?” He quickly puts her down in favor of walking past Cloud to get dressed himself, completely missing the point.
“No,” he starts, trailing behind Zack, “I mean, why were you baby talking to her?” It comes out with a breath of laughter.
Cloud watches as the muscles on his back contract with the motion of tugging a shirt on and briefly ponders on whether she needed to be walked at this very moment. But with the way she’s pawing at his leg as they both wait for Zack discourages that idea. Later, he thinks.
“Well, I read somewhere that dogs like that! Makes them like you and stuff.”
Cloud huffed out a laugh at Zack’s enthusiasm about it. He’d gone into full fledged research mode about this dog. What food was the healthiest, which leash best fit her, how to get her properly groomed in top notch condition. It was honestly kind of cute seeing him so excited to take care of her.
Clearly, this was Cloud’s first mistake.
About twice every month, Zack and Cloud find themselves up at Leaf House helping Aerith. Whether that help comes from organizing the flowers or keeping the kids distracted with a new face to play with, they’re there.
The first time they had come, and nearly every other time after, it seemed like the kids were just naturally attracted to Cloud, always running to him first or tugging at an arm to come play. Which he believes is the biggest coincidence on earth considering he doesn’t particularly enjoy kids. They were somewhat bearable, otherwise he wouldn’t be there. But, at least one bonus he could say there is with kids is watching their faces light up when he directs them to the older man instead.
Those special Saturdays that they’re there seem to be like the highlight of those kids' months, and it’s all because of Zack. Cloud could hardly focus on color coordinating the flowers when he catches Zack drawing with the kids, letting them win in tag, helping them up when they fell.
The only thing that breaks his stare is Aerith’s soft yet knowing voice, “Zack’s really good with the kids, huh?”
Cloud watches him fall in a play fight, clenching his stomach in mock defeat as the little girl stands in smug triumph.
“Yeah, he is.” He doesn’t mean to sound so enamored by it.
Aerith stays focused on the task at hand before humming offhandedly, “Yup. He always has been, ever since we were younger.”
It was Cloud’s turn to hum now. He always liked getting tidbits of Zack’s childhood from Aerith’s perspective. It was like learning new things to love about him all over again.
Too busy reminiscing on this, and basking in the peaceful setting of the orphanage, the next question that she slips out has him whipping his head in her direction.
“Have you guys ever thought about it?” She asks innocently, but still hiding a small tilt to her lips.
“About what?”
Aerith laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners, as if Cloud’s obliviousness was just the funniest thing in the world.
“Don’t be blunt, Cloud! About having kids.”
He shut down the idea as soon as it was released out into the open for his judgement. What kind of question is that? Asking Zack that might have made more sense, but Cloud?
He huffs in slight disbelief, “Absolutely not.”
Aerith turns her attention on him, puffing her cheeks out in the way that she thought made her look serious, “Why not? You guys would have such cute babies!”
This is, precisely, where things began to become Aerith’s fault as well. Because now Cloud is forever plagued with the unwelcoming thought of a little version of both him and Zack running around, all freckled skin and unruly hair.
His heart pangs just picturing it, which he chooses to ignore.
“Not happening, Aerith. I don’t even like kids.”
“Oh, yeah,” she says sarcastically, “you just come up here twice a month so you can grimace at all the cute kids.”
Before he can crack a word out, she’s adding on, “Plus, the kids love when you’re here!” Aerith shoots up her pointer finger to really add to the effect.
Cloud resists the urge to run a hand down his face and settles with crossing his arms across his chest instead, “Yeah. Kids like me, not the other way around.”
“Okay! That just means you’re naturally maternal.”
“I’m naturally what?” The term is baffling to him.
Not once has Cloud looked himself in the mirror and thought of himself as someone who was fit to care, protect, love. He especially hasn’t viewed himself as somewhat ‘motherly’. He doubts anyone he knows has.
Except Aerith, apparently.
Still, he shuts down the proposition as soon as it comes, resuming the process of which flower blends with which, “Nope. It’s not happening.”
Cloud is a strong willed man who almost never goes back on his word. Once it comes out of his mouth it’s pretty much final.
So, why exactly has he been retracing and turning over Aerith’s words in his head for the past couple weeks? He’s not too sure himself.
Cloud knows he’s not a good fit for kids, can’t even bother to picture it in his mind. But that doesn’t mean he can’t picture it with Zack. Every time he’s eyeing him across the room, those same thoughts flood his mind. A kid hanging off his hip, a baby resting on his chest. It just fit Zack so perfectly, Cloud couldn’t help but connect the pieces himself.
And he can only allow himself to get so curious before he’s asking questions.
Cloud mumbles it out, almost illegible. It’s clear that it wasn’t though if the way Zack chokes on his next sip of water means anything.
“What?” He sputters out.
Cloud knows he probably didn’t hear him, but that doesn’t stop himself from flushing with embarrassment, “Nothing. Nevermind.” He’s quick to stand up from his spot at the table, collecting his plate and bringing it to the sink while making as little eye contact as possible.
Zack is immediately back tracking his words when he sees the behaviors, “Wait, no. I just didn’t hear you, Spike.”
Cloud partially believes him, which is why he allows his eyes to shift to the side before repeating, “What do you think it’d be like if we had, like, a kid?”
His voice tapers off towards the end but Zack still hears the important parts. He’s standing up to wash his own dish alongside Cloud when he answers, “I mean, that’d be great? I love kids, man.”
The blonde’s eyes finally came up to meet his, “Really?” He doesn’t mean for a hopeful lilt in his voice to sneak through.
Zack knocks his hip into the shorter’s, “Yeah, and kids love you, Cloud. It’s not too far off the mark.”
They aren’t even washing their dishes anymore, just standing at the sink, hands pruning under the soapy water. The only thing that fills the silence is the quiet whirr from the refrigerator. Their eyes scan each other’s face, searching for a deeper meaning in the already estranged conversation.
Cloud’s first to disrupt the pregnant pause, “Yeah, I guess it isn’t.”
He turns away to shake his hands dry off on a tacky themed Christmas dish towel that they have yet to replace for the season. The embarrassment is still sitting high on his cheeks when Zack spins him back towards him, both hands coming up to rest at the base of Cloud’s neck. His fingers idly smooth down the blonde strands that stick up at his nape.
“That was kinda out of the blue,” his hands keep applying pressure to the spot that has Cloud melting into the touch, “are you okay?”
His hands reach out for Zack’s waist until they are both in a full embrace in the middle of their kitchenette. Cloud’s mouth is pressed against the cotton of his shirt when he speaks, “‘m fine, just thinking.”
Their hug is short lived with Zack pulling away to cup his freckled face, hands pushing his cheeks together. His eyes flicker from lips, eyes, back to lips, “Thinking about.. having kids?” His voice goes up an octave as he squeaks the question out.
Cloud is shaking his head so firmly that it knocks him out of Zack’s firm grasp, “No. No, not really.”
“Oh, okay.”
And that was it.
It wasn’t until later that same night, that Cloud began to consider Zack a prominent suspect on who to blame.
He’s not sure if he’s being a reliable source because it is very hard to conjure up a thought when Zack has him biting the pillow so they don’t earn another noise complaint.
That, combined with the firm hand pressing on the back of his neck and the dip of his spine, had his eyes whiting out. Whether that be from the lack of oxygen or how good he was getting fucked didn’t matter.
Every thrust had his head nearly hitting the headboard with muffled whines to accompany it. He’d tried to bring his hand up to ensure his face wouldn’t smack against it, but even that proved worthless once he had abandoned the headboard for grabbing onto wrinkled sheets.
And maybe it’s because of how many times his head had met the worn wood, or the grip on his nape that would surely leave delicious bruises in the morning, but it was making him have these thoughts.
Thoughts of how nice it’d feel to get properly filled up, no pulling out, no condoms or infamous morning after pills. Just Zack, Zack, Zack.
“Zack—“ He cries out, feeling his insides clench and pulse around the older man.
“Yeah? Fuck, you’re so tight— so good, baby.” He rambles. Zack had the habit of fortunately, unfortunately, not being able to shut up whenever he got inside of the blonde. It’s as if his brain to mouth motor functions just shut down. It definitely would have given Cloud some type of ego about himself if he had the brain capacity to do so at the moment.
But, obviously, he’s no better.
He writhes back against Zack, meeting his hips on each thrust, “Inside, come inside.”
Cloud whines when he stops moving completely, hand coming up off his nape to join the one on his hip, bruising it in his grasp.
“No, keep going—“
“What did you say?” The edge on his voice could almost be scary if Cloud wasn’t so out of it, and if he didn’t think it was so hot.
With his neck finally being free, it leaves him the opportunity to twist back, eyes fierce, “Come inside.”
Zack’s countenance shifted to one that you could only describe as pure, unadulterated lust. His hips moved forward in the slightest, before dragging back out slowly. He knew the pace must have been maddening for Cloud. Zack knows him so well.
“Nicer than that, Cloud.”
Cloud’s pouted lips geared back into a sneer. Out of all the times Zack has wanted to do this shit, why now when Cloud’s patience is to its witt’s end.
“Fuck off.” He bares his teeth with the insult, only to curl into himself with the harsh hand that Zack strikes down on an already reddened cheek. Tonight just wasn’t Cloud’s night. The mark already began to turn an angry red alongside the multitude of others from earlier. Sitting down would definitely be a bitch for tomorrow.
They both wait in the charged silence until Cloud finally breaks under the pressure.
“Please. Zack, please—“ The last bit tapers off into a moan as his hips pick up right where they had left off, now truly chasing his own orgasm.
Zack groans and mutters nonsense in his ears as he finally spills inside, hips chasing the feeling until they’re both limp from effort.
The room is quiet as Zack cleans them both up, wiping out the mess he had made inside Cloud. Both of their eyes glaze over at the sight. Neither of them address the implications behind that.
It’s not until there were new sheets on the bed and Zack’s chest was pressed against Cloud’s warm back that he feels the words spoken into his damp hair.
“So, what was that about?” Zack questions.
Cloud plays oblivious, instead just shuffling back further onto him until they are positively woven together, “What was what about?”
He can feel Zack’s thumbs massaging into the firm muscle of his lower stomach. Cloud isn’t sure if the comforting notion is for him or Zack.
The dark haired man worries at the corner of his lip, “Y’know, the whole finishing inside thing?”
Cloud doesn’t have a real answer for that. If Zack wasn’t wearing a condom, it was obvious that he was going to pull out. They never even played around with the idea of it, but in that moment Cloud was sure that that was the hottest thing ever.
And he was right. He doesn’t know if he should feel conflicted about this or not, but that’s a topic for another day. All he knows is that when he turns in Zack’s arms, facing him directly, those same images flash through his mind, just in a different shape.
That shape is strangely baby shaped. That shape, for some odd reason, sends a sharp pain of want through his body.
Zack had definitely fucked him too hard if he’s here thinking about babies.
Cloud tucks his head into the divot of his clavicle, lips pressed against skin, “Did you not like it?” He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound that small, but something that he’s not ready to acknowledge yet would be hurt if Zack had agreed with him.
He brings his hands up to cup Cloud’s face, foreheads pressed together under the covers, “Cloudy, that shit was amazing. Of course I liked it.”
Cloud quickly drops his face of concern before deadpanning, “Then what’s the issue?”
“Well, you just never really had any interest in it before.”
“I just decided I wanted to.” He says with a shrug.
Cloud can see Zack thinking over his next words, gears turning in his head, “Nothing in relation to our conversation from earlier?”
He wants to say ‘no’ so bad, but he knows where his motives from tonight bloomed from. He does not want a kid, and he will stand by that. Their Akita is more than enough. She could fill that shape just as much as some baby could. He just thought it was hot, that’s all.
Still, Cloud’s reply wavers, “No, not really.”
“Not really?” Zack pushes.
“I just think it’s hot,” Cloud counters, ready to finally let their post-sex sleep take over, “you don’t think filling me up is hot? Knocking me up?” He’s smiling at the look on Zack’s face. The room is almost pitch dark, but Cloud still knows the exact expression Zack would make in this situation.
“Uh, no that’s,” he swallows loud enough for Cloud to laugh, “that’s really fucking hot.”
“Exactly.”
They fall asleep just like that, skin touching from head to toe, settling with the new found information about each other. Cloud almost has the urge to bring their puppy to the bed, just to fill up that vague shape that’s missing between them.
He entirely blames the consciousness he now has about this void shape on Zack and his stupidly good dick game.
After that night, Cloud couldn’t remember the last time they had used protection. He could honestly say that he was overjoyed by this new discovery in their relationship. Everything was one hundred times hotter, too. Despite the extensive clean up afterwards, the superb dirty talk was enough to make up for it. Not one night would pass without Zack making some comment on how he wanted to give Cloud a baby, making sure he is plump and full of him.
Just recounting the events has a shiver running down his spine. That, with a twinge of disgust. Not from Zack, but from himself.
They had agreed this entire arrangement was for fun, that it wasn’t serious. Yet, Cloud still stares at his previous searches like they betrayed him. How easy is it to get pregnant while on testosterone? When are the best times to try? Who should you talk to about pregnancy if not your fiancé?
He feels somewhat hypocritical for looking these things up just because he’s purely curious, nothing more. Cloud has no intentions on going through with these questions, even though he already looked up twenty different blogs about anything that had ‘baby’ in its title.
It’s not as if he’s concerned about getting pregnant. Him and Zack ditched condoms just to pick up birth control, which was new. For so long their pretty much fail proof method of either protection, pulling out, or a handy Plan B never did them wrong. Cloud still had to get used to the blaring reminder on his phone that told him to take the pill everyday.
He doesn’t want to say that he dreads taking it, because then Zack will just feel bad and insist on going back to the way things were, which is the last thing Cloud wants to do. But he finds himself looking a bit too deep into the fantasy they had curated for themselves. After every whispered promise that Zack leaves in his ear, he can’t help but feel some type of that way that it wasn’t going to come true. A wave of disappointment, if you would.
Cloud feels insane. He doesn’t think he wants this— no, he definitely doesn’t. But that still doesn’t provide an answer as to why he’s set time aside to speak to his doctor about it, or why he’s begun to track his ovulation. He blames it on a weird hobby that he claims to have picked up, or that it goes along with his work out routine and meal prep schedule.
Even Zack had started to notice Cloud’s strange behavior. Cloud can say for himself that he’s never been the one to be emotionally moved by much. So, for him to sit on their couch glassy eyed while watching a nature documentary about baby otters is very uncharacteristic for him. It was only turned on for the sake of background noise while he and Zack made out, but it's like he couldn’t tear his eyes away. What the fuck?
He even found himself pouting to Zack once that they’ve never spent a holiday at Leaf House before. The older man stopped in his tracks of writing their next grocery list to quirk an eyebrow up at him.
“When have you ever cared about the holidays? Especially with all of those kids?” Zack seems so bewildered by the blonde’s complaint that he completely put his pen down.
Cloud stopped checking the fridge to see what they needed, turning to face the other, “I don’t know, just thought it would be nice to try. We don’t have—“
“That sounds like a great idea, baby.”
In no time, Zack had crossed the kitchen to embrace Cloud, accepting the idea with no further questions asked.
Though all of these new behaviors were out of character for Cloud, he can’t help but notice how in character it is for Zack. Zack who cried watching The Iron Giant, who pouts along with the kids when they scrape their knees, who talks their puppy through why she has to go in her cage.
That shape fits him so well. Fits them so well.
Cloud hugs him back with just as much force once he realizes what he wants that vacancy to be filled with.
Cloud had gone over what he was going to say in his head at least ten times, but he still couldn’t manage to get it out right.
They both lounged on opposite ends of the couch, Cloud’s legs sprawled over the other’s lap as he absentmindedly squeezed at a foot. Zack seemed to be locked in on whatever he had chosen, but apparently not enough since he could still tell when Cloud began to squirm where he sat.
“What’s wrong? Want to watch something different?” Zack asks, hand still massaging the leg over his lap.
“What if I stopped taking birth control?” Cloud didn’t mean to disregard the question, but his has been pressing against the back of his lips since they sat down.
Zack doesn’t seem too taken aback, picking up immediately, “Then we could go back to condoms? Are they fucking with your horomones? I knew we should’ve—“
“They’re working fine.” He ends his rambling.
Now he’s looking a bit confused, eyebrows furrowed to the center of his forehead, “Oh, well then—“
“What if I stopped taking it and you didn’t have to do all of that either.”
Cloud drags his eyes up to meet Zack’s, no matter how heavy of embarrassment they felt. They were full grown people who could have an adult conversation. But when he deciphered the look on Zack’s face, any leftover module of shame had left his body.
“Well, um,” Zack almost seems nervous himself to state it aloud, “then you’d get pregnant.”
Cloud hums as if he’s tasting the words on his tongue, flipping them over and over until the flavor was just right, “Yeah, I guess I would.”
The insistent massaging on his foot had come to a pause, which leads Cloud to believe that Zack must want him closer. He situates himself across the couch and into the older’s lap as gracefully as his body could allow him to.
Zack’s full attention was on him now, hands tracing up and down his sides reverently, “Shit, Cloud what are you saying?”
He shrugs, “What do you think I’m saying?”
“This— This is really serious, Spike.” Zack sputters out.
Cloud nods along, wondering if he should expose this, “I know. I’ve done my research.”
“Research?”
Cloud begins to list out the hundreds of things he had been packing into his brain for the past few months, even when he was in denial to hell and back. He names every blog, every article, every doctor’s appointment—
“Doctor?” Zack interrupts, “Baby, when— when did all of this happen? Am I missing something?” Cloud may just be going crazy, but it almost seems as if Zack is upset that he wasn’t notified that these things were happening.
“I only went every few weeks. It’s not that big of a deal.” Despite this, Zack still pouted up at him, his touches growing firmer on Cloud’s hips.
His hands work towards his waist, fingers massaging into his firm stomach before whispering out, “I mean, how long has this been an idea?”
Cloud feels a bit of self-consciousness float back into him when he answers just as quietly, “I don’t know, some months?” Then, the terrifying thought hit him and slipped out before he could do anything better about it, “Do you not want to?”
This has Zack sitting up as straight as he could against the plush couch, grasp tightening on Cloud as if he was going to disappear. The sharp look in his eyes eases the panic in his chest, but he still wants to hear Zack say it for himself.
“What? No, Spike, I’d love to try it’s just—“
“You’re great with babies and kids, Zack. Wouldn’t it be nice to… you know?” Cloud tucks his face deep into the crevice of Zack’s neck, breathing in the scent of skin and rubbed off cologne. He was so close that he could hear the swallow that Zack took.
“Fuck— yeah, yeah that’d be really nice. But, what if I’m, like, bad at it? I love kids but what if I can’t raise one? That’s a whole miniature person.”
Cloud quiets Zack with two hands reaching to cup his chin, “No. You’d be fucking perfect,” he lets their lips meet for the briefest second before mumbling against them, “You’d make such a good daddy.”
It takes Zack a minute to refocus his thoughts and kiss back after that. Cloud feels hands that were once idly resting moving to grab his hips, dragging him further into the seat of his lap. Their mouths smack together two, three times before Zack is tonguing at Cloud’s lips.
He opens easily, allowing their mouths to move together smoothly, jaws working and heads tilting to accommodate. Cloud keeps pushing deeper into the cavern of Zack’s mouth until his head hits the back of the couch. He can’t help but to grind down into the obvious tent in the older’s pants, feeling accomplished when he lets out a groan of his own.
Zack bucks up into Cloud until their kisses can be passed as just moaning into each other’s mouths. Cloud thought he had this situation under control until Zack was flipping him on his axis, back hitting the cushions. Even caged in, their mouths never slip from each other.
“You really think I’d be good?” Zack mumbles out against pink lips.
Cloud can’t answer quickly enough, “The best.”
“Fuck—“ Zack curses, face going to bury in the blonde’s neck but decides against it, knocking their foreheads together, “Do you really want this?”
Hands come up to cup the older’s face hard enough to purse his lips, “Yes. Yes I do,” Cloud can’t resist placing a kiss on every expanse on his face, “give me our baby.”
It’s not the first time Cloud had said something along those lines, but it’s the first time he’s meant it. And that seemed to drive Zack insane.
That was all he needed to hear before Cloud felt him diving back in to kiss him with more heat behind it. He could hardly kiss back before Zack was moving on, kissing over every trace of skin he passed on his way down. Cloud’s neck, arms, stomach, hip bones, thighs, all the way until he had to lift his hips to get the shorts off of him.
Cloud is not above fucking on the couch, but just this one time he whines a complaint. He doesn’t even have to say words for Zack to know.
“I know, Cloud. Just— let me and I’ll take you, okay?” The sentence sounds broken up, but maybe that’s just because he had finally worked the blonde out of his shorts and boxers, leaving him on full display.
Of course Zack, Mr. Pussy Connoisseur, would want to eat him out before they even start anything. Normally, this wouldn’t be anything that Cloud would ever catch himself complaining about, but at the moment all he can think about is Zack being inside of him.
His need is somewhat fulfilled once the dark haired man is between his legs, licking a stripe over his hole before placing a soggy kiss atop his clit. Cloud shivers at the sight and at the slight discomfort of the angle they’re sitting at. Zack must feel it too because he’s dragging Cloud to sit up, before he’s collapsing to his knees off the sofa.
He gasps at how Zack pulls his hips to the edge, leaving him spread and open right in front of him. He doesn’t shy away from the view and instead begins eating him out like a man starved. Cloud wants to watch on in wonder, but the way his eyes keep rolling to the back of his lids are preventing him to. Zack’s grip on his thighs is hard enough to have him squirming against his mouth, gasping when his dick hits his nose just right.
Cloud pushes his hair out of his face, digging his fingers there once he feels Zack’s tongue prod at his entrance. His thighs would close around his head if it weren’t for the hands keeping them pinned to either side of his body.
“Zack,” Cloud gasps out, “more—“
He’s shocked at the shake of his head. Their eyes meet for the first time and Cloud could almost melt from the intensity of his stare.
“You’re not getting fingers.” Zack explains.
He must have seen Cloud’s outburst building up, interrupting sharply, “Only thing you need to be coming around tonight is my dick.”
Cloud gulps audibly and decides that he doesn’t mind the phantom pulse around nothing. He can’t do anything but nod his head stupidly as he watches Zack continue. Mouth suctioning, swirling, spitting in all the right places until Cloud is positive that his juices have begun to drip down his chin.
Everything is just so sloppy and wet, Cloud can’t bear to close his eyes and just listen to the sounds. But, when his eyes are open, they’re met with Zack’s dark eyes and hooded lids. It’s like torture either way.
Zack is watching him devotedly, gauging for any reaction that Cloud would give him. Every shiver, moan, curl of his spine, Zack took and multiplied it by ten. Cloud doesn’t feel himself start to snap at the pleasure until Zack’s mouth is sealed around his clit and his hand has traveled down lower, thumb stroking against his perineum.
“Oh, fuck,” He gasps out, rubbing his head against the cushions of the couch as if that would help make his oncoming orgasm more manageable.
Cloud didn’t think he could cum this fast, but Zack is always ready to show him something new about himself. His thumb goes from his taint to his entrance, dipping in just the slightest. Just the fucking tip of his finger paired with his tongue working over and over on his dick is enough. More than enough, actually.
His hole clenches around nothing as he sighs and moans out into the open. Cloud can practically feel the way Zack is smiling into his heat, eating him through the remainder of his orgasm happily.
Before Cloud can protest, Zack is standing up and scooping the blonde along with him, walking them both to their bedroom.
“About time.” Cloud grumbles, even with him being thrown onto the bed.
“You know I had to get my fill.” Zack smiles before leaning in to kiss the younger. Cloud doesn’t mind tasting the tangy, saltiness of his orgasm on his lips. He’s about to loop his arms around Zack’s neck when a bark resounds from the corner of the room.
They both look up bewildered to see their Akita, sitting peacefully between their wall and nightstand. Cloud almost laughs at the way Zack instantly springs up to shuffle her out the door, locking it.
“Why would you lock it? She has paws.” Cloud says, allowing himself to giggle a bit.
Zack ignores the question and goes right back to kissing Cloud. He melts into it immediately, arms and legs coming up to wind around his neck and waist. These kisses weren’t the same hurried ones from the couch. They were more deep, like each press of tongue was trying to ingrain a message into Cloud’s head.
Their soft, sweet, slow moments like this were nice, but he knew what he needed. Hopefully, Zack knew as well if he went by the way Cloud was grinding himself against the seam of his sweats.
“Cloud—“ He grinds out.
Cloud continues to buck up against the warm length pressed on Zack’s thigh, face burrowed into his neck, “You’re taking too long.”
“I’m trying to appreciate you!”
Cloud’s had enough. He untangles his ankles from around Zack’s waist, pushing him onto the bed until his back collided with their comforter. He straddles the older man, and takes pride in the fact that there is a rather noticeable wet spot on the front of his pants.
“You can appreciate me like this.” Cloud breathes out into Zack’s face before reaching down to tug off his garments for him. Cloud’s hand goes to touch him, reveling at the way his face scrunches when he flicks his wrist on the upstroke.
“Yeah, I think I will.” Zack’s hands move up underneath his shirt, squeezing at his pecs until Cloud gets the hint and rips off the article.
His hands continue to explore the blonde’s body as if he hasn’t seen it thousands of times already, hips bucking into the tight circle of his hand. It’s as if every part of their body was made for the other with the way they connected like a puzzle piece when put together. Zack could believe that Cloud’s hands were made for his dick with the way his wrist made him feel on the edge already.
He brings a stop to it once he feels himself getting choked up, heat binding a little too tight in his stomach, “C’mon, baby. Thought you wanted it?” Zack teases.
Cloud allows him to help line his dick up to his entrance, both radiating heat and want. When he begins to sink down they can’t help but to let out soft groans until he is flush with Zack’s hips. Big hands massaged Cloud’s waist, traveling down to grope at his ass, pulling apart the supple flesh.
“You want to ride me for it?” Zack asks.
Cloud nods in response, planting his hands on Zack’s unfortunately still clothed chest. He lifts up and drops fluidly, knocking a moan out of them both. Zack always filled him up just right, but today it only felt even better knowing what was going to come at the end of it.
“Want you to watch me,” he gasps out, hips picking up speed. Zack’s hands leave his waist in favor of folding his arms behind his head. Cloud almost stops moving from the gesture before the older is lifting a brow, motioning him to keep going.
Cloud burns from the attention.
He continues grinding his hips, feeling Zack’s dick hit inside him perfectly every time. At the angle he’s bucking his hips forward, his clit grinds up against the hard planes of Zack’s stomach. The sensation drives him mad, sending his head back into a fit of moans.
The only thing that can distract him from his pleasure is Zack’s voice rumbling out, “Spike— do it like you mean it.”
Cloud somehow knows exactly what he means. With that being said, he bears down harder onto the older’s chest as he raises his hips up and down, working himself around his cock. The squelch is deafening but being able to hear Zack groan makes up for it.
Quickly, the once silent room was filmed with the claps of skin meeting skin. Cloud was going to lose his mind at the feeling, but if he looked down he could see Zack being thoroughly sucked in by it as well. He watches as his arms twitch from behind his head, aching to grab onto something. It makes him feel good knowing he isn’t the only one fighting to keep pushing through the pleasure.
It’s not long before the blonde’s legs begin to burn from effort, losing his rhythm. As soon as he collapses to his elbows, burying his face into dark hair, Zack seems to understand.
Warm hands are wrapped back around Cloud’s waist before he’s being lifted on and off of his dick. The blonde melted immediately to the new found pleasure, allowing Zack to move him freely. It always seemed to boggle his mind with how easily Zack could do this like it was nothing. He felt like some type of toy, and the warmth that spread through his guts at the thought was actually scary.
“Fuck, Cloud,” he moans, hands shifting to palm at his ass again, “just needed some help, baby?”
Cloud nods along to whatever Zack has to say until they dissolve into moans as he starts bucking his hips up to meet the blonde’s. He buries his head deeper into the other’s sweaty neck, groaning straight into his ear.
One particular thrust has Cloud keening, pulsing dangerously around Zack as if it was a warning. Cloud was far past words now to alert the other, but Zack knows him perfectly well to know of his upcoming orgasm.
What finally tips him over the edge is the soft mhm’s Zack keeps humming out. It’s like he knows he’s in Cloud’s stomach right now. He breaks with a quiet sob, cunt contracting messily around his dick.
Zack moans at the sudden tightness, fucking his hips up until he’s falling too. Cloud whines at the feeling of getting filled up, hips grinding down into his lap, soaking up every last drop. They stay like that for what seems like an eternity catching their breath.
“That was— fuck, thank you.” Cloud mumbles out, moving to press their lips together.
Zack hums as he kisses Cloud back, their lips meeting in lazy smacks until they grow deeper again. They make out with Zack still sitting inside of his throbbing heat, spend running down and out around his softening dick.
After a few more pecks, Cloud is finally sitting up and rising up off of Zack, hissing with sensitivity. He plops down beside him, allowing his body to fully relax after being in that strenuous position. Before his shoulders can fully release from the tension, Zack is sitting in front of him, pushing his thighs back open.
“What are you—“
“Trying to see our work,” Zack interrupts, then, pushing any cum that had trickled out back in with his thumb, “can’t waste any of it.”
“You’re so…” Cloud starts, but the words never come to him. Perhaps he’s distracted by how entranced Zack looks as he pushes his fingers in and out of his sloppy hole.
It’s not long before Cloud is fucking his hips down on the fingers himself, begging silently for Zack to at least give him a curl. He watches Cloud writhe against the sheets, chest heaving as he works himself back up.
“I hope you know you’re not coming like this.”
Cloud snaps his head up in confusion before he remembers what exactly is inside of him. He throws his head back with a groan.
“Then fucking get back inside of me.” He complains, thighs parting wider to accommodate Zack. Cloud could already feel him hardening again against the back of his thigh. He felt like they could go all night if they wanted to. And he really wanted to.
Zack wasted no time at all to fulfill Cloud’s demands, hands grabbing onto his waist naturally. The blonde softens as he eases his way back in, being mindful of both of their sensitivity. Zack takes this time to rip his own shirt off, throwing it to the floor with all the other forgotten garments. He isn’t ashamed to let his eyes take in all the new expanses of skin Zack had exposed.
Maybe Cloud was a bit too preoccupied with ogling the older man since the next thrust, and the ones following after, threw him entirely off his kilter. Zack’s grasp on his waist grew impossibly tight as he yanked Cloud to meet his hips each time. He couldn’t do anything but gasp and dig his blunt nails into the skin of Zack’s forearms.
The next slam inside would have sent Cloud sliding up the bed if it weren’t for the bruising hold. With each moan he finds himself curling in from the onslaught pleasure, hips shying away from the roughness. They play a short game of push and pull with Zack having to drag Cloud back on his dick after every time he’s tucking his hips away.
Zack hums disapprovingly at the hand that flies up to his lower stomach for the umpteenth, “Stop running, you wanted this.”
Cloud’s shaking his head in agreement, but his hands still can’t stop themselves from pushing against the other, “But that’s— fuck, that’s too much—“ His words deminish into whines that get fucked out of him rhythmically. They only grow in volume once Zack is prying his hands off of his stomach and forearm to situate them to his sides.
The blonde’s almost confused until his legs are thrown over Zack’s shoulders and his arms are being securely pressed to his sides. Now it just feels as if he’s laying all of his weight into each drive inside, leaning over Cloud until their foreheads are nearly touching.
The strain he feels in his hamstring is easily forgotten when Zack’s lips are back on him, speaking into his mouth, “It’s just some dick, baby. You’ll be fine.” The hidden condescension in his tone is enough to have Cloud’s toes curling beside his head.
He can only lie there and take it, fingers scraping at the ruined sheets and knees flush to his chest. It makes it no better that Zack is also acting up in his ear, moaning about how good the blonde is. Cloud can feel their last orgasm seeping out of his hole, cooling against his ass. Zack must notice it too because he’s bending his head down to peer between the two of them.
“Fuck— look at us, Spike.” He groans out.
Cloud lets out a noise of his own when he joins Zack’s gaze. A white, milky ring coats the base of his cock, and he has the feeling that it’s not just from their previous round.
Zack kisses across his cheeks sweetly, “Taking it so good for me.” Cloud would rake his fingers through dark hair right about now if they still weren’t pinned firmly to the mattress. The older continues to drive into him until the blonde is squirming again, mouth cracking open with shaky breaths.
Zack must feel him clenching around him because he’s asking, “You gonna come?”
A nod.
“C’mon,” he encourages, his thrusts digging deeper and deeper into his guts, “cum on my dick, sweetheart.”
Cloud already knew he wasn’t going to be walking out of this room alive if this is how he felt just after two orgasms. His mouth had parted into a silent scream, like there wasn’t enough air to supply a proper moan. It found him eventually until each breath he let out had a small whine lingering at the end.
Zack whimpered too, feeling the harsh contraction around his dick. He still fucked him through the rest of his orgasm until Cloud was limp in his grasp. His legs were taken off of tanned shoulders and arms released in favor of Zack’s hands going to cup the back of his thighs.
Cloud was honestly surprised and a little bit impressed with himself for not catching a cramp yet. His feet were still crammed to the head board and thighs flush to his chest with Zack’s palms holding them there in the crevice of his knee. The sound of him fucking back inside was obscene, his face cringing at the sound.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, Cloud.” Zack breathes out before removing one hand from his knee to travel to his stomach. His thrusts slow to grinds, dragging along his walls perfectly.
The pressure he’s applying right under the blonde’s navel is enough to have him spiraling, and Zack knows it. Cloud feels lips press against the side of his leg affectionately, “I love you so much.” There were no expletives or moans to disrupt the words. Just his pure, unadulterated honesty.
“Mm. Love you too.” He mumbles out.
Zack’s steady grinds grow more sharp, hips snapping fluidly while his palm continues to massage his stomach. It’s not long before he’s sneaking a thumb to rub at Cloud’s sensitive dick, making him keen.
It becomes obvious the motive behind Zack’s obsessive massaging when he opens his mouth, “‘m gonna put a baby in you,” he says under his breath, “our baby, right here.” His hand presses down harder and his thumb speeds up right alongside his thrusts.
Tears threaten to spill in the corners of Cloud’s eyes, fighting every marrow in his bone to ignore the overwhelming ecstasy that comes from the pressure on his bladder. Hands fly up to rest on top of the one of his stomach, as if that will help him feel better about the fact that he’s about to soil their bedspread.
His orgasm catches him off guard, coiling hot and tight in his stomach. Cloud can barely work the words out, voice wavering, “Fuck— fuck, ohmygod’mgonnacum-“ The words are rushed out as the pressure only begins to increase, teetering on the edge.
“Again?”
Cloud nods frantically.
Zack speeds up, laying his weight into each thrust, abusing the spongy area inside of him, “I need words, Spike.”
His voice sounds raw from use when he shouts it out, “Yes! Yes, I am—“
“Okay,” Zack relents, “okay, you can let go. I’ve got you.”
He doesn’t make it through half of his sentence before spurt after spurt of liquid is being fucked out of him. Tears finally crest and fall down his cheeks as his orgasm hits him like a bus. Cloud’s chest shakes from all the air he’s trying to suck in only to rattle it back out with another sob. His thighs quake from the strain, finally feeling the cramp he was surprised about not having.
Zack is enamored by the sight, groaning at the fact that Cloud just keeps going, like he can’t stop. His hole continues to pulse around him, shivering from overstimulation. The blonde barely gives Zack any time to appreciate the mess he had made before he’s looping his arms around his neck to drag him into an open mouthed kiss.
It could barely be called a kiss with the way Cloud was just panting into the older man’s mouth, breath still hiccuping on tears and moans. Zack fixes a hand on his jaw, whispering, “Baby, kiss me right. Please?”
Cloud folds easily, moving his lips against the other’s properly. He unravels his legs from Zack’s hold before wrapping them around his waist, locking him in place. They sit there and make out, even as Cloud can feel him throb inside of him.
He nudges him with his heel and a hum to keep going. Zack hesitates for a moment before Cloud is sucking around his tongue sweetly. He’s then reminded that there is absolutely nothing more that he wants to do over pleasing the blonde. Cloud lets out soft whines at the deep grinds, his clit brushing between their lower stomachs.
Zack’s hips grow my hurried as he reaches his end, lips never parting from Cloud’s until he feels those hands stroke through his hair and speak softly, voice ruined, into his mouth, “Zack, inside— please,” that in itself has him groaning, “want— want you so bad, want our baby, daddy please—“
Cloud knows Zack is a strong man, but not that strong. With a whine, he’s spilling inside for the second time that night. The blonde catches all the noises he makes and swallows them for his own. They lie there for what could be hours, breathing in each other’s exhales.
It’s not long before Cloud begins to cringe at the sensation of cum dripping out of him. His hands attempt to push at Zack’s chest but he stays weaved around the blonde’s body like he never wants to leave.
“Let go,” he grumbles, “I feel gross.”
He only buries his face deeper into blonde locks, murmuring against his neck, “I wanna make sure it takes.”
Cloud huffs out a tired laugh at the idea, “That’s not how it works.”
Zack sighs dramatically before pulling out. The sound it makes and the visual of his spend oozing out is enough to have him twitching back to life against his thigh. Cloud catches the glazed look in his eye before it can go any further, “No. I think I’ll die.”
He watches as Zack nods repetitively, mentally talking himself down from another round for Cloud’s sanity. The younger is left alone on their ruined sheets until Zack’s coming back with a wet washcloth in hand. They don’t talk much as he cleans them up, only mumbling quiet reassurances and peppering soft pecks here and there.
It’s not until they’re both pressed back against each other that Cloud voices the thought that had been eating away at him ever since his post-orgasm haze dissipated, “Do you think it’ll work?” The words are quiet, muffled into their new pillowcases.
Cloud’s eyes were still cast downward, so he misses Zack coming closer to fully entangle their bodies. His mouth is warm against his skin, speaking into the junction between neck and shoulder, “Of course it’s gonna work. All that work we just put in.”
They laugh under the covers like they’re teenagers afraid to get caught all over again. Cloud finds himself relaxing in the hold before whispering just under his breath, “You know, we’re probably going to need to keep trying, though.”
“Oh, most definitely.”
They both couldn’t have been more happy about the agreement.
The next morning they held true to their agreement after Cloud had made a show of throwing away the now useless pills. He doesn’t think he’s ever been bent over a counter so fast in his life. In that moment, Zack had sworn to fuck him over every piece of furniture they own until they knew for a fact that he was pregnant.
And he did not disappoint. Cloud was thoroughly pleased even though he now has bruises and cramps in muscles he didn’t even know existed.
Periodically, every two weeks, they would check, and check, and check again.
Cloud five years ago would have never thought that his best friend would be rubbing his back in their shared bathroom as they both sulked over a minuscule line. But here they were.
“Are we doing something wrong?” The younger stressed, hand reaching up to comb through hair mused with sleep.
Zack’s hand went from his back to massage his nape instead, “I don’t think so?”
The underlying fear invaded his head and left his mouth just as quickly, “Fuck, do you think it’s me?”
Cloud can’t see Zack shaking his head until he’s forced to crane his neck back and look. His eyes are filled with genuineness, “No, it’s not,” Zack’s palms squish his face together stupidly, determination not yet leaving his expression, “we’re just going to keep trying, yeah?”
He kisses him even though they haven’t brushed their teeth yet. Even though their eyes are still dry from sleep. Even though Cloud is sitting with his pants around his ankles and another disappointment in his lap. Zack still kisses him through all of their shared impurities.
Cloud guesses that that’s what makes everything okay. Because he’s there.
Sunday mornings were made to laze around the house, blink at each other, play their old video games, and laugh at trashy reality television.
Apparently, they are also made for hugging in the bathroom for ten minutes straight just over two, minute, vertical lines. Their lips couldn’t help but meet repeatedly, small I love you’s exchanged within each breath.
Their foreheads push together, hands still entangled on the other’s body, Cloud asks the pressing question, “You’re still going to keep fucking me like that, right?”
“No can do.”
His smile wavers then quickly falls once he realizes Zack is, in fact, not joking. He must be watching Cloud go through the five stages of grief because he’s laughing out, “These next nine months we’re going at ten beats per minute, Spike.”
“Ten?!” He spits out.
Zack hums in approval, “Yup. Nothing but bubble baths, back rubs, candles—“
“You’re lying.”
“I hope you’ve got your playlist ready, ‘cause we’re only making love to Jodeci and—“
Cloud groans and has the urge to shove the man out of his arms but instead settles on thumping his head against his collar bone, “Holy shit, shut up.”
Zack must find his distress hilarious with the way he’s bursting with laughter, face burying deeper into his shoulder. His arms squeeze around him impossibly tight until Zack’s pressing the words into his skin, implanting them there for Cloud to remember for a lifetime, “I love you so fuckin’ much. You don’t even know it.”
“You’re going to be so good.”
“Both of us.” He corrects.
Cloud nods, “Yeah, both of us.”