KunZack: D [As in has Zack ever had a fantasy about Kunsel, none of that 'my muse' shit since obviously they hate each other LMAO]
(why yes, who would have guessed?? @steeleidolon since it's part of your ask as well. 🙃)
Angeal has been running him ragged throughout the entire week ever since he came off medical leave. Wutai often secured the innermost sanctum of their fortresses with a pair of vajradhara. The creatures were pure brute strength-- dangerous enough for seasoned Second Class SOLDIERs and fatal for any Third Class that made the mistake of underestimating one. Even in a small squad of four of his peers, it had taken everything to take down the beasts...and a broken arm that put him out of commission for the better part of the month.
SOLDIERs, even one as tirelessly energetic as Zack can be on a good day, are not machines capable of perpetual motion.
Tired. Way too tired to attend to other needs except to collapse face down in bed most days. Occasionally in Kunsel’s bunk, because he can’t be assed to make the climb and Kunsel is still on rotation anyway, so it’s not like his roommate is there to complain.
Training sucks. Being stuck at HQ sucks, and the empty double also sucks.
At least he still has the energy to complain to himself as he dozes off and wrap himself in the blanket of darkness behind his eyelids.
A dream, it has to be.
The sudden weight bearing down on the mattress and over his own body, ghosting of breath over his neck, against the quickening of his pulse. For some reason, he has a hard time seeing in the dark.
But he does not have to see to recognize the messy cowlicks brushing against his cheek as Kunsel works his way up, mouthing and pulling skin to teeth to leave his own marks. Zack winds his arms around Kunsel's neck as Kunsel shifts on top of him, trapping him between his thighs. Holding tight around Kunsel gives him leverage to lift himself up and solicit a kiss; unguarded and wanting. Almost desperate, and for some reason brutal honesty with himself does not scare him in this moment.
Zack's tongue flirts with the silver barbell in Kunsel's mouth, full and deep with grinding hips and breathless moans. His hands pass over bare skin, over serratus and obliques, sneaking a squeeze at Kunsel’s backside as they roll over onto their sides.
They part only for air.
A hand moves between to grip them both (his? Kunsel’s? He can’t tell, can’t seem to do anything to pull away and find out). He musters enough though, enough of a gap between them for breath, and…
“Kunsel, I–”
