Trust in Thee
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skerenTitle: Trust in Thee
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Tseng/Zack
Words: 720
Rating: PG
Warning: Gunkink
Note: It was one kind of greeting
He went still as he felt the cool metal run up the side of his neck, breath catching slightly at the feel. “I didn’t hear you.”
The reply murmur was a hot brush of air just above the gun, and he shivered. “You weren’t supposed to.”
He turned his head enough to look over his shoulder, leaning back into the other man. “I guess not. Doesn’t mean you should be sneakin up on me though, does it?”
“Of course it does.” The gun moved as the man slid that hand around his shoulder, trailing it to his collarbone. “If you can’t hear me, then you have no business calling yourself elite.”
He swallowed thickly, bright eyes staying over his shoulder, intent on the dark haired figure standing so casually behind him. “Me catching you being sneaky means a lot more than elite Tseng.”
“But I wasn’t trying to be sneaky Zack.” The words were accompanied by a hot kiss against his neck, causing another shiver.
“It’s seven in the mornin on my day off Tseng, yeah, you were.” He didn’t even try to put heat into his argument, too busy tracking the gun as it wandered down his chest. “...That’s a live weapon right now isn’t it?”
“Of course.” There was a tiny shuffle, the sound of fabric over fabric as the man pressed up tighter against his back, resting his chin on his shoulder to watch what he was doing.
There was a long beat of silence then, both of them following the progression of the cool metal as it traced his muscles, then the edge of his sleep pants, never pressed hard enough to catch on his skin, but dangerous just the same. He knew better than to even consider doing anything to the Turk when he got to doing something like this. He didn’t want to think about the man accidentally pulling that trigger if he made him twitch.
So he held still, and it was the only time he ever really held still this way, careful of the consequences of moving too fast.
That was why Tseng had done it the first time, to make him hold still... and now he just did it to do it. Maybe for the same reasons, but he’d never asked. If he did, the man might not ever do it again, and he just liked it too much. It was a thrill that being a SOLDIER just would never give him.
Swords were just plain too pointy for something like this.
“You’re thinking too hard Zack.” The words were amused, and the gun drifted down, running along something else. It made him shiver all over again. “What about?”
“You.” It was a lowly spoken word, and he turned his head slightly to meet the other man’s dark eyes. “What else?”
When the gun lifted away, he couldn’t help the groan of disappointment that seemed to inspire a smile out of Tseng. “There could have been plenty of things.”
And then Tseng moved away, giving him leave to move from where he’d frozen no less than ten minutes before. He would have preferred the man had just stayed where he’d been, doing what he was doing, all told. “Tseng?”
“I’m not leaving yet.” Dark eyes looked sideways at him in amusement as he set the safety on his gun. “I won’t leave you riled up like that to try and jump me later when I get home tonight.”
Huffing, Zack crossed his arms over his bare chest, shifting in place uncomfortably. “Not that I’m not happy to hear that... but you’re leaving?”
”In an hour, yes.” The man hadn’t even so much as loosened his tie, but he was definitely more relaxed looking than he’d be if he considered himself on duty already.
That was promising. “So you’re all mine for an hour?”
It was obvious the man caught his hopeful tone, as he just smiled, a small, sly look before he slipped forward, hands empty, to kiss him. “Yes Zack, but if you wrinkle my uniform I will be unhappy with you.”
Still shivering from the earlier experience of being petted with the man’s gun, he just leaned down and caught his lips. He’d just have to get the suit out of the way first then, wouldn’t he?
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Tseng/Zack
Words: 720
Rating: PG
Warning: Gunkink
Note: It was one kind of greeting
He went still as he felt the cool metal run up the side of his neck, breath catching slightly at the feel. “I didn’t hear you.”
The reply murmur was a hot brush of air just above the gun, and he shivered. “You weren’t supposed to.”
He turned his head enough to look over his shoulder, leaning back into the other man. “I guess not. Doesn’t mean you should be sneakin up on me though, does it?”
“Of course it does.” The gun moved as the man slid that hand around his shoulder, trailing it to his collarbone. “If you can’t hear me, then you have no business calling yourself elite.”
He swallowed thickly, bright eyes staying over his shoulder, intent on the dark haired figure standing so casually behind him. “Me catching you being sneaky means a lot more than elite Tseng.”
“But I wasn’t trying to be sneaky Zack.” The words were accompanied by a hot kiss against his neck, causing another shiver.
“It’s seven in the mornin on my day off Tseng, yeah, you were.” He didn’t even try to put heat into his argument, too busy tracking the gun as it wandered down his chest. “...That’s a live weapon right now isn’t it?”
“Of course.” There was a tiny shuffle, the sound of fabric over fabric as the man pressed up tighter against his back, resting his chin on his shoulder to watch what he was doing.
There was a long beat of silence then, both of them following the progression of the cool metal as it traced his muscles, then the edge of his sleep pants, never pressed hard enough to catch on his skin, but dangerous just the same. He knew better than to even consider doing anything to the Turk when he got to doing something like this. He didn’t want to think about the man accidentally pulling that trigger if he made him twitch.
So he held still, and it was the only time he ever really held still this way, careful of the consequences of moving too fast.
That was why Tseng had done it the first time, to make him hold still... and now he just did it to do it. Maybe for the same reasons, but he’d never asked. If he did, the man might not ever do it again, and he just liked it too much. It was a thrill that being a SOLDIER just would never give him.
Swords were just plain too pointy for something like this.
“You’re thinking too hard Zack.” The words were amused, and the gun drifted down, running along something else. It made him shiver all over again. “What about?”
“You.” It was a lowly spoken word, and he turned his head slightly to meet the other man’s dark eyes. “What else?”
When the gun lifted away, he couldn’t help the groan of disappointment that seemed to inspire a smile out of Tseng. “There could have been plenty of things.”
And then Tseng moved away, giving him leave to move from where he’d frozen no less than ten minutes before. He would have preferred the man had just stayed where he’d been, doing what he was doing, all told. “Tseng?”
“I’m not leaving yet.” Dark eyes looked sideways at him in amusement as he set the safety on his gun. “I won’t leave you riled up like that to try and jump me later when I get home tonight.”
Huffing, Zack crossed his arms over his bare chest, shifting in place uncomfortably. “Not that I’m not happy to hear that... but you’re leaving?”
”In an hour, yes.” The man hadn’t even so much as loosened his tie, but he was definitely more relaxed looking than he’d be if he considered himself on duty already.
That was promising. “So you’re all mine for an hour?”
It was obvious the man caught his hopeful tone, as he just smiled, a small, sly look before he slipped forward, hands empty, to kiss him. “Yes Zack, but if you wrinkle my uniform I will be unhappy with you.”
Still shivering from the earlier experience of being petted with the man’s gun, he just leaned down and caught his lips. He’d just have to get the suit out of the way first then, wouldn’t he?
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)I enjoy various kinks, and the more dangerous ones like this really get me bouncing.*shivers* Oooh! So very nice....
I enjoy various kinks, and the more dangerous ones like this really get me bouncing.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)