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Fantasy	By : SakikuTorakak Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Response to a FFVII kink meme.

Prompt: Angeal masturbating and using a sounding rod, preferably a big one.

Warning: Mix of fantasy and reality; imagined voyeurism; sounding of course; imagined D/s; imagined S/G/Z/A.

Fantasy

His hand barely trembled as he held his member still and let gravity do its insidious work. No pushing and no twisting, just a gentle guidance that the long end of the rod still sticking out of his slit didn't topple off into unwanted directions.

He imagined that it was Sephiroth guiding the sound. Teasing, slow, so slow that Angeal thought he was going mad. And yet somehow nearly too fast to get used to the burn and the stretch. It was uncomfortable despite the lube Sephiroth had used, but Angeal was fisting his hands at his sides and clawing into the sheets and enduring it because Sephiroth was looking at him with that hungry look he always had in Angeal's fantasies. The hungry look that just nodded when Angeal had taken the whole length of steel up his cock, as if Sephiroth had never doubted that Angeal would be able to take it all.

He imagined that it was Genesis commanding him to spit into his hand and to jerk himself off with the very same motions he'd use if there was no metal stuffing him. The rough grip pulled at the rod that was so big, so incredibly big, and it pressed inside him and it burned and it pushed at the limit towards pain, and yet it felt so incredibly good. A wet thumb rubbed over his glans, catching on the metal bead that prevented the sound from slipping completely into his slit. Angeal couldn't help but groan low in his throat.

“Be quiet,” his imagined Genesis whispered into his ear. “No sound from you because there's your puppy sitting next door and he doesn't know what wicked, wicked things you're doing in here.”

Angeal nodded and bit his lip, trying to breathe through his nose. Quiet, quiet, he chanted to himself, staring at Genesis as his motions got more frantic. Genesis was just lounging in the chair and watching him and smirking at him as if inviting him to some secret sort of challenge.

The rod was so big, and he wanted to ease off because it was borderline painful, but Genesis' smirk kept Angeal from stopping for more than a short pause to slick his fingers with some lube. “That's right,” Genesis said. “You think you can show me some half-hearted pansy touches? You're going to wank like you've always wanked, 'cause that's what I want to see. It's not my fault that you had your dick stuffed first.”

He was thrusting into his own hand by now, until only shoulders and heels kept touching the bedspread for any length of time. He was almost holding his breath, screwing his eyes shut from the amount of sensation, and yet Genesis kept watching him, making appreciative sounds deep in his throat. “I knew you'd fuck like a fucking race horse. How long can you keep that up?”

His stuffed dick was getting sore from all the attention, and yet he kept going at it because it just felt too good. It was a kind of balance that the image of a smirking Genesis watching him and a clinically interested Sephiroth observing him kept right on that edge where the discomfort made the pleasure all the sharper.

He wanted to tell them to look away, to touch him, to pull at the rod, to do anything. But he had been told to remain silent because Zack was in the next room, so he even restrained the violence of his thrusts so that the bed didn't creak as much.

“What are you doing?”

Angeal's imagination of an overly innocent Zack barging into his bedroom let him freeze with his whole body bowed into a backward bridge, right at the apex of a thrust.

“He's jerking off,” the image of Genesis answered as Angeal was too mortified to open his eyes.

Zack was shuffling closer in a more childlike and more puppylike fashion than he ever displayed in reality. “Then what's that thing coming out of his piss slit?”

Still frozen with most of his body in the air and his right hand clenched around the base of his dick, Angeal trembled with the strain and the imagined mortification. It was good that Genesis kept talking and Sephiroth kept observing.

“That's a sounding rod. It feels really good when you have it inside you.”

“Can I try?” There was no disgust, just youthful curiosity in Zack's imagined voice.

Genesis' though was all the more amused for it. “Why, of course! Just pull it out a bit and then push it in again, and see what it does.”

Zack's imaginary fingers were sweaty from the bedspread when Angeal substituted them with his own, and it was a bit hard keeping his balance like that. But he managed. He nearly jerked away when Zack's questing hand slid against the hot skin of his cock, gripping the metal bead of the sound with sure fingers.

“Like this?”

Zack pulled the rod out about an inch, and then let gravity pull it inside again. There was enough of the metal length inside that he didn't have to stabilize it anymore.

“Very good,” Sephiroth nodded. “This is one way of making him feel good. Keep doing it a few times and see how he's responding to it.”

With Angeal constantly teetering on the brink of losing his balance, Zack's manipulations were maddening. The rhythmical in and out that scraped to the soul of his being was counterpointed by his panting breath and trembling muscles, and Angeal didn't dare move a single inch lest it all crash down on him.

Please, please, he kept begging silently, because imaginary Genesis had told him to be quiet and expected him to remain frozen. Young and innocent Zack kept oohing and aahing with every twitch Angeal made, so very curious and interested.

“Now try pushing it in just a little bit faster than it goes in on its own,” Sephiroth continued in his instructions. “No doubt he will appreciate it.”

Zack's motions, played out by Angeal's fingers, got stronger, more forceful in accordance with Sephiroth's words. It was a scraping and a scratching against his innermost nerves that threatened to burn him away and electrified him to his core.

“I didn't say you could stop wanking,” Genesis now commented, and Angeal followed his order religiously.

Combined with Zack's eager ministrations and the way the two kinds of motions built up an ideal rhythm, Angeal was slowly losing his mind. He wanted to thrash his head left and right; he wanted to thrust into his hand and into the rod; he wanted to writhe and moan and squirm. But he couldn't do any of it because Genesis hadn't allowed him and he didn't want to lose his balance and he didn't want to break the illusion before it played out to its ecstatic end.

So he shrouded himself in Genesis' appreciative groans, Zack's innocently curious questions and Sephiroth's calm instructions, and fought for the pleasure kindling deep inside the arched void of his abdomen. Finally, after an endless amount of time Angeal convulsed with a silent scream.

Not a drop of fluid escaped his dick as the large diameter kept it sealed almost painfully.

When the convulsions eased, Angeal lowered himself back to the bed. His back muscles were groaning at the long time he had spent arched up from his bed, and he was covered in sweat. Slowly, he curled onto his side into a nearly fetal position, tugging the blankets up from the foot of the bed to cover him to his hips.

Imaginary Zack kept watching him with wide eyes because the sound was still inside and his cock was still hard and a dark red.

“Take it out and finish yourself off,” Sephiroth commanded and Angeal obeyed.

Pushing a towel under him to catch the worst mess, he slowly withdrew the metal length. He imagined Zack would go a bit pale when he saw just how much steel had been pushed down Angeal's slit, and Angeal would need to assure him that he had truly enjoyed it. Sephiroth and Genesis would keep watching though for the conclusion of things, so Angeal set the sound aside into a nest of tissues on top of his night stand.

Exhausted and sore from his earlier exertions, he stroked himself languidly, feeling how the pleasure built around the emptiness where he had been filled before. It didn't take too long because his body was still primed after that empty orgasm from before, and he came with a sigh. It burned coming up through his irritated urethra, but it was a warm burn that Angeal could easily ignore amongst the pleasure and the tired relaxation. It was soporific.

He wiped himself off and threw the soiled towel to the ground. He rolled heavily onto his other side and finally fell asleep to the lewd praise of imaginary Genesis, the flushed adoration of imaginary Zack, and the silent approval of imaginary Sephiroth.

It was good he had no trouble keeping reality and illusion neatly compartmentalized.

A/N: I hope I made it clear enough that there is definitely no relationship between any of the four in reality (or at least not the way Angeal imagines it). Otherwise, it wouldn't be a fantasy used for masturbation.

Did you enjoy it? Were you confused by reality and illusion? I'd love to hear your opinion!

Sakiku
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A/N: Response to a FFVII kink meme.