A/N: (prompt 30: doing something hot) Just when you thought you might get smut... it's still rated T.

June 30: Spar

12:55; Midgar, Midgarian Continent

It didn't take long for Seph to take up his offer on that spar. Zack shouldn't have been surprised. Yesterday had been like a dream, where Seph dropped his guard and just acted like a doofus with him, sitting there, eating candy in front of a complete stranger in a hole in the wall of a shop... and then that bracer. The armor itself was high quality, but the most impressive piece of it was the materia it came with: Seph must have gone through some serious connections to get that Final Attack materia (he heard that the Gold Saucer hoarded it). The whole day had been just be so unbelievably perfect. Zack wanted to do nothing more than give Seph his everything.

Especially in a spar.

They had been at it for a while now, Zack didn't know how long. Even after the air conditioner in the training room broke they kept going.

Zack was sweating, his hair flopping into his face every now and then as he re-oriented his grip on the standard-issue blade. Sephiroth was looking nonplussed, across the room. It irritated Zack that he still couldn't manage to give his hubby a good workout. Sure, there was no way a Third class could tire out a First, but it was still annoying.

Zack charged again, intent on making the most of the rest of Seph's lunch hour. The general simply parried and Zack found himself flat on his back with a gasp. The ceiling had a bunch of interesting holes in it, left behind by many overeager SOLDIER before him when they lost their hold on their blades – Zack had been one of them once upon a time. The view was disrupted by a silver head.

"Are you alright?" Seph was staring down at him in concern. He was probably trying to figure out how much was the normal exhaustion from a spar and how much was from the heat.

"Fine and dandy, Seph. Burned off all that sugar just like you wanted me to." Zack managed to breath, giving his hubby a smile. The general returned it happily.

Zack hoped that, one day, he would be on par with Seph. Then maybe when they went out on missions, things like what happened with Schizo, the angry white chocobo, and him getting sick because he didn't dry his damn hair wouldn't happen. He would be strong enough to handle himself, protect his comrades, and fight side-by-side with Seph.

"Hey, Seph?" Do you think I'll be your equal?

"Hmm?" The general was still leaning over him, his face placid and happy. Zack was struck that asking him that question was stupid. Of course he would be Seph's equal, one day, in the future – in the distant future. Right here, right now, they couldn't compare; he had a lot of work ahead of him, but he would make it.

But he had started a conversation and he might as well make it about... "Did you ever tell them we didn't find Schizo?"

The confusion on Seph's face was worth the topic shift. "Where did this come from?"

"I was just thinking." That much was true, at least. Even if it hadn't exactly what he had been thinking about it. "I bet you didn't tell them, did you?"

"I did not," the general agreed. "Though... I worry that it may have the capacity to reproduce asexually."

Without warning, Zack imagined himself face to face with an army of those angry two-headed zolomrs with legs again and he wanted nothing to do with them. Ever. Again.

"Oh god!" Zack shook his head violently. "Don't even joke about that, Seph!"

Above him, his hubby chuckled in amusement. "I have to be back in the office soon. You should go get cleaned up."

Zack took Seph's offered hand and let that powerful grib guide him up. "So soon?"

"I've already been out too long," the silver general admitted. He looked a bit sheepish, and Zack was glad.

"Well... I'll forgive you. Wanna shower together?"

"No time." The way his eyes sparkled told Zack that Seph was entertaining the idea.

"Alright. But, cake tonight?"

Seph rolled his eyes. It was so childish that Zack could have hugged Seph into a sweaty pile on the ground right then and there. "Cake tonight."

Zack walked up to Seph, giving him a clap to the shoulder and a quick kiss on the cheek. He ignored the immediate warning glare and simply sauntered on with a flick to his hips. "I'll hold you to it!"

Even as Zack left, he could hear Seph chuckling just a few steps behind him. It was a warm sound. All the shit aside, June had actually been a pretty good month. Zack couldn't wait for cake.

A/N: June has been a pretty good month! It was certainly a heck of a ride! I hope you all enjoyed it.