Uh-huh. Sounds a little thou doth protest too much to his ears. Lucky him, Zack's got the fix for this shit right here in the flame-stitched pocket of his cargo shorts.

"Maybe I'm the jealous one," he says, grinning big and toying with Sephiroth's hair between his thumb and forefinger, twirling it like a pretty silver pinwheel. "Cloud's cute 'n' all, but don't forget I'm the one you're bendin' time and space for."

He's expecting the eyerolls, the lectures, the cold shoulder, the rebuking. Maybe even a sword or two. But before Sephiroth can decide which weapon he's going for here, he surges forward to press a kiss to Sephiroth's lips, using his captive hair like marionette strings, all but glowing with satisfaction.