Title: Mornings
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack, Sephiroth, Aerith, Cloud
Rating: R
Notes: I was bunnied by icedark_elf. Therefore, this came about. Also somewhat of a practice for narration, which I suck ass at. I need to read On Writing more often.


10:36. Good enough. Zack opened the door and entered the office. Sephiroth's metal behemoth of a desk, as usual, was the first thing he saw. The man himself was also there, primly seated at said desk, staring at his monitor. Zack waved a greeting, and, getting no response, made his way to his own, smaller desk. Sitting down, slipping on his headphones, and setting his playlist, he went to work on his morning routine.

He had finished checking his e-mail and was about to tackle a game of solitaire when he realized something was up. He could never finish reading his mail without Sephiroth making some comment about doing work. Zack heard a soft thump and noticed Sephiroth's eyes flare just a little. A slight twitch of the general's lips was enough. There was a visitor that didn't want to make himself known.

Zack strode towards Sephiroth's desk, going around to where the general was seated. He'd made it right to Sephiroth's side before the general noticed him. Really bad form.

"Is there anything you need, Zack?" his voice was strained, just barely. He was still staring at the monitor, too. While fun that Sephiroth was so out of it, it really had to end.

Zack gave the desk a good kick, a metallic echo following for about a half second after. Frustratingly, Sephiroth still didn't respond. There was, however, coughing coming from beneath the desk. Sephiroth finally snapped out of it and pulled his chair back from the desk.

Zack noticed several things at once. First, that Sephiroth's fly was open. Second, he was going commando and half-hard. Third, that their girlfriend was crawling out from beneath the desk, still coughing.

"Ack-ack!" she gasped, holding down a cough. "I could've choked!" Sephiroth produced a cup of water from somewhere and gave it to her. "Don't scare us like that!" She began taking tiny sips of water. Sephiroth busied himself in adjusting his pants.

Aerith was really, really good at guilt trips. She was also really, really good at giving head, which was, obviously, what she'd been doing before he'd scared her. Her choking was at best a strong maybe, and something that could've been taken care of, but scaring Seph? Hell no. Zack still murmured a "Sorry, Aerie."

"It's okay, Ack-ack," Aerith replied. "But I almost bit down too hard on poor Cloud and he nearly bumped his head, and that would've made Seph--"

"Ae-riiith!" came a whine from beneath the desk. "You said you wouldn't tell Zack I was cutting class!" Cloud crawled out, shirtless and with his pants somewhere around his knees. He scrambled up and began getting dressed.

Zack blinked. Somehow, the fact that Cloud was, for the most part, naked, and that the three of them had gotten off without him--or close enough--wasn't the important matter. "How the hell can both of you fit in there?" He squatted and peered in.

"Oh, it's really roomy, actually," Aerith said, giggling a bit. "I bet the three of us could fit."

Zack smiled. "Well, you do have to make up for keeping me out of the last round."

"I'm going to be losing a good half-day's work from you," Sephiroth said, a slight smirk on his face. "You'd better make it worth my while."

Zack saluted. "Will do." He crawled in, Aerith and Cloud soon joining him.