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Zack still remembers all the good places. Fresh eggs from Weddell's. One big, fluffy loaf of Junon-style bread from Furioso's, the kind with the thick, cloudy (heh) crusts. The bacon, now you wanna get that from the Costan bodega on the corner of W 57th and Station Drive, along with, if you're lucky, a pair of cowboy boots hand-painted with tableaus depicting running bulls and the bright blue Costan sky. Zack doesn't have enough scrap left from the paltry cleanup jobs he's been running to kinda sorta pay his way as of late, but he gives them a good eyeing, promises them, "Someday," and tosses the paper wrap into the backseat of the Beaufort with all the rest of his bounty.

He's up early early early, mostly because he always is. It's easy, when you cat nap most of the day. And what better way to spend a morning alone than crafting Absolute Perfection in a pan for the ones you love, love so much that no matter what they do, no matter how they fight and fuss, nothing in this world could ever compare to what a complete and utter joy it is to get to be around them. Now if only they'd get that into their thick skulls and just be happy for once. Not that it matters. Zack's got this, he's handling it. He's gonna wake them both up for breakfast and not even recognize them when they're through, they're gonna be so stoked through the goddamn roof.

He's wielding sea salt and fresh-crushed pepper like a fucking wizard. Bam! Fresh coat of butter. The pan is spitting like a spooked alley cat. The kitchen? Smells divine. Too bad he doesn't know Sephiroth's tastes the same way he knows what country boys like, or he'd be slathering everything in hot sauce. That's fine; once everything's plated, he slips the bottle of Red Lord 52 into the back pocket of his shorts and tiptoes his way into the bedroom.

"Breakfast in bed," he announces, ruffling Cloud's hair as he slips into the crowded bed. There's always just space enough between these sleeping cuties for him to fit right into. Imagine that! "G'mornin', babe." And Sephiroth... Naw he's gonna ruffle his hair too. "Wake up, darlin'. Hope you like bacon."

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So close. Except not really.

"That was the general idea." Zack just had to go and ruin it though.

Would it be worth the effort to still keep trying and just drag Zack off the bed with him? Probably not. He'd just pout the rest of the day at Sephiroth. So not worth it. So he settles back down with a drawn out sigh.

"Fine," he mostly grumbles through a grated breath, though he also shifts Cloud a glance. He supposes he can put up with this for a little longer. But he's not entirely happy about it.

Zack sighs and flops down flat on his back. His head is still kind of squnched against Cloud's side, and he doesn't really care to release Sephiroth from the anaconda grip he's slithered around him, but man, is the prevailing mood in this bed starting to harsh his mellow.

"What is up with you guys?" he asks, to no one in particular. He's looking up at the ceiling like Ramuh will pull away the roof and give him some answers. "I heard you banging all night and it sounded like a good time. Did somethin' happen—oh shit, are you jealous?"

The thought never occurred to him. Color him surprised. He worms his way back up, and at least this time he's a little more measured when he edges his way into Sephiroth's personal space—y'know, aside from still having his legs wrapped around him. That's just insurance. He reaches out to page one of those long bangs back behind Sephiroth's ear, which is absolutely the cutest thing ever. He'd die right now except he's never gonna die. "You want me to go, I'll go. You deserve this. I didn't mean nothin' by it, I just wanted to be with you. Both of you."

Dude can you not bring that up??? Cloud's face flushes all over, and try as he may to rearrange his features into complete annoyance, it's just not happening. "It wasn't all night," is his only defense. I mean, what constitutes all night, anyways? Four or five hours is not all night if the sun goes down at eight and rises at six. That is most of the night, and there is a fucking difference.

But here we are back in the uncanny valley, where Zack is cuddling up to Sephiroth and showing him the sorts of tender gestures Cloud utterly refuses to. Don't get him wrong—if he were that repulsed by Sephiroth, he wouldn't be sleeping with him at all. He's just really not good at that sort of thing at all, in the first place. Zack can wrangle it out of him, but Zack is Zack. He also just doesn't fully trust himself, never mind Sephiroth, and it's just. Easier. To not. Or to be aggravated when it kindasorta happens anyway. He can't comment on the jealousy thing, because if that's seriously it, he just... is ending this party now, everybody out. But he can say, "Don't leave," brow furrowing with concern at the look on his face. "We want you here. Both of us."

The right? is implied, but it doesn't come attached with an or else sort of glare. He looks at Sephiroth like he's actually asking him to back him up. Whatever it takes to make Zack not upset.

Why must Zack be like this? Especially cuddling right up against him. -- Not that he hates it. He just wanted to move into the other room that is all. Why a big deal be made out of his actions?

"I'm not jealous. If I were why would I try and leave the two of you alone?" Zack might be a little right as Sephiroth does have this problem with ... obsession when it comes to Cloud. But if it were that big of a deal Zack would no longer be breathing.

Even if he won't admit he cares about, well, either of them ... he does, it is just complicated. And he'd rather just pretend to be annoyed at everything and everyone instead.

Besides looking irrated at the universe is Cloud's default setting so he doesn't know why Zack is so surprised by that.

"You're jumping to conclusions, Zack."

While he doesn't exactly verbally state some sort of agreement with Cloud, he also doesn't dispute it either.

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.

Ah.

The jealous type? Not really. The type who isn't sure how he feels about all this? Really.

Cloud does one or both of them the solid of looking away, the uhh, fuck visible on his face. You'd think he'd have mentally accepted this by now, but he's a shy kid and there are a lot of factors at play here. The last thing he wants is Sephiroth to see him looking embarrassed, though, so he wills himself to get over it and glances over again. Even raises his fork to his mouth and takes a bite like he's watching a show. If Sephiroth acts badly about it, he's holding the plate just the right way to throw it at his face, so there's that. Except for the part where Zack's face is in his face... dammit. Whatever. He'll make it work. Zack will get that sucker in line, and Cloud can just sit there and look smug about it like he is without having to lift anything more than his fork.

Oh he certainly goes to protest, say just how wrong Zack is, but said person it is right in his face before he can do any of that. He never should have given him that piece of information ... well, it's more like they both came to a conclusion about time being altered.

Zack just took it a step further. And keeps doing so. How does Zack keep finding these little things to use against him? He can't even fully rebute it as it is not something thats happened for him yet. So he still doesn't know the why. But he's sure its not that.

... Mostly anyway.

He pries Zack away just a little, still staying close.

"Again with the assumptions ..."

He pays no mind to Cloud watching even if he finds having an audience awkward. He'll just ignore it.

What does 'away' mean in this case? Because Zack is like an octopus, that long reach that put him at the forefront of all those hand-to-hand seminars double-timing it as an unshakable grip here. And now he's just forced to get creative, dipping his head to drag his lips over Sephiroth's shoulder, his fingers splaying over his chest. The slow, pleased sound he makes says it all.

"You gonna set me straight?" he asks, shifting subtly on the bed. He walks his fingers up the dips and hills of Sephiroth's muscles, lets the calloused pads of them go sweeping. It's not subtle, how much he's enjoying this, and he wouldn't mask it even if he wanted to. His eyes narrow, lashes drawing low, and his next breath is quiet and sharp. "Right here, in front'a Cloud?"

"That wouldn't be very fair to him, now would it?" His eyes shift back over to Cloud ... who is apparently still watching and eating.

One hand slips up trailing along Zack's body until it reaches his face, where he directs it back in Sephiroth's general direction. He leans in close, and then completely distracts from the moment by bringing the plate of mostly eaten food up into Zack's vicinity.

"Besides -- Shouldn't we do something about this first before making an even bigger mess?"

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