_Bedplay_

*Inspired by the arrival of my furniture*
*zack snippet, pre any sort of sex, probably not actually going into Sealion blues...*

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby."

Sephiroth looked up from his book and craned his neck towards the bedroom, unnerved by the pleasure-filled groan. The sound of bouncing springs made him hesitant to ask what was going on around the corner.

"Feels like f'ing heaven, yeah."

More shuffling of bedding. The headboard bounced against the wall in a gentle tap. Determined to ignore the idiotic noises, Sephiroth slouched further into the old couch, refusing to be baited. Grimly he considered leaving Zack's apartment all together and letting his friend enjoy some 'time alone.'

"Baby, you're the only one for me."

It was too much. The dulcet way Zack said it was simply too much. Sephiroth snapped his book shut and left it on the table with a snort of laughter. Ten steps took him down the narrow hall and into the bedroom to scold his friend properly. He leaned against the doorframe a moment, talking in the southerner's impossible sprawl. Zack was managing to take up the entire queen-size mattress all by himself, arms and legs outstretched, smile of pure bliss on his face as he wriggled himself further into the already mauled bedding. A pillow lost its war with gravity and tumbled off the edge of the mattress. Smirking, Sephiroth had to admit, the man looked comfortable, not that it would spare him the teasing he was about to receive. "You know, most people know how to masturbate /quietly/ when there is company over."

Zack's eyes flew open, staring up at him in surprise, and then, amusingly, down at his fully clothed body, as if he had to double-check. Looking back up, he grinned and shrugged against the sheets. "If I /was/ I would be quieter. What's the matter, can't a man express appreciation for his comfortable furniture after a long hard mission far from home?"

"Express appreciation? Yes." Sephiroth sighed. "Have a loud and raunchy reunion with it? No."

"Raunchy?" The dark haired man had the balls to look hurt. "Raunchy?! I'll have you know this bed is my one true love, bastard. It's the best bed I've ever owned." He laughed. "Hell, this bed is the reason I wanted that last promotion. I knew it wouldn't fit in a lowly Captain's quarters."

The fact should have surprised him. Luckily, he was inured to such idiocy after the first few years of it. "You worked your ass off for two years to get promoted... so you could buy a mattress...?"

"It came as part of the set." Zack agreed blithely. "Frame, end table, box-spring, pillows, the works. Got it out of the discount outfitter super-store over on High Street."

"Idiot." The one word summed it up nicely. Deciding he had to see what all the fuss was about, he reached out to poke Zack until he moved his legs out of the way. "Let's see what this promotion-inspiring mattress is like."

First sitting, and finally laying back, he allowed himself the momentary silliness of 'trying it out'. Even sideways, it felt like he was sinking into a squishy bog. Resisting the urge to immediately claw his way out, he cringed as he felt the spongy surface shift with his friend's movements. Zack sat cross-legged next to him and peered down to get his reaction. "Isn't it great?"

"Too soft." Sephiroth gave up, trying to find some leverage against the plush surface so he could escape.

Zack simply ‘tisk’ed, and moved to pull him in the opposite direction. "Here, you're not doing it right, swing around so you're smack in the middle and get your legs up here too..." Manhandling him in a way that was completely irreverent, and utterly Zack, the southerner wouldn't take no for an answer. Soon the general found himself carefully stretched out down the center of the bed. The linens smelled faintly of his friend's shampoo, giving it a very relaxing sort of feel despite the strangeness of the scenario. He shifted slightly, trying to understand the bed's appeal. Moving only made him sink in further, feeling rather like the bedding was molding itself into a Sephiroth-shaped press mold of his body.

"Still too soft."

Zack threw up his hands in despair. "Says the man who /likes/ sleeping on the floor. I give up!"


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