Win to Lose
Summary: Zack sees all.
Zack strolled down the hall, hands in his pockets, snickering to himself. He was glad Sephiroth wasn't trying to get revenge on him. He'd just left Cloud—bruised and aching from an extended private practice session (he was the most promising new cadet, after all)—scrubbing toilets in the security complex. He hadn't looked happy. Zack smiled. In fact, Cloud had rather resembled a chocobo whose feathers had been brushed in the wrong direction.
Zack almost started whistling. Things were definitely back to normal around here. Well, as normal as they could be with the three of them sharing Sephiroth's bed as often as could be arranged.
Zack shivered as an agonized groan echoed down the corridor from the direction of Sephiroth's office. He'd seen Reno heading that way not long before. Too curious to just walk away, Zack turned.
He stopped in the open door of Seph's office on his way down the hall and peaked his head in. "Everything all right in here?"
Sephiroth didn't answer. He didn't have to. His satisfied smirk said it all.
Zack shivered again and backed slowly out the door. It wasn't wise for anyone—even a best friend, hell, a lover—to be within the General's reach when he was feeling bloodthirsty. "I'll see you in a couple of hours, Seph. Have fun gloating."
Shrugging and shaking his head, Zack continued down the hall. He found Reno leaning heavily against the wall around the corner, a dark bruise rising on one cheek, clutching his stomach and his crotch in deepest agony. Zack cocked his head to the side and studied the man. "A busted face and an electrocuted stomach?"
Reno coughed. His voice came out a bit higher pitched than usual. "And a bit extra."
Zack stifled a smirk, one black eyebrow rising in question. "Exile from SOLDIER premises?"
Reno just nodded.
Zack licked his lips. "And the chance to electrocute and render unconscious the Great General Sephiroth?"
A slow grin spread across battered face. "Priceless, yo."