Changing Ways

Aside from the visit from the young blonde cadet earlier in the day, Angeal’s afternoon had been rather agitating to say the very least. The raven haired General had been required to sit in on a planning meeting with the President, and other notorious ShinRa suits. He had lectured a group of rowdy 2nd class SOLDIERs on the importance of Command materia, and last but not least, his presence was required once again to meet with the new 3rd class recruits, and reeled off his seemingly trademarked speech about Loyalty and Honour.



Frowning, he swiped the card to grant access to his quarters, hastily locking the mechanised door behind him, and leant against it in exasperation. Closing his eyes he revelled in the fact that it was now the longest possible time until he would return to duty - today was Friday, Saturdays only required his attention to put his 2nd classes through the assault course, which required no exertion on his part, and Sundays were completely free for the entirety of ShinRa. Thankfully.



He ran a hand through his dark tresses, kicking his boots off haphazardly against the adjacent wall, a deep chuckle reverberating in his throat as he heard them thud against the floor one after the other. Stretching his toes slightly, enjoying the feeling of no restriction against his feet as he stepped further into his domain, brushing his gloved fingers over the golden decoration adorning his Buster Sword, which stood on a mount before the small corridor widened into a living area - feeling a warm chill run through him as his fingers left the hilt of the large weapon.



Angeal’s covered feet padded almost silently on the luxurious crimson carpet towards a black leather sofa, his large frame reclining on it into a sitting position, before turning on the seat and laying horizontally, his feet and calf muscles hanging over the armrest.



“Hmmmn…” he purred throatily, his hands lazily running over the fabric of his uniform, unfastening the heavy plate protecting his abdomen, and pauldrons over his shoulders, dropping them over the armrest at the opposite end of the sofa - his eyes slowly slipping closed.



Angeal’s state of relaxation seemed to be short-lived, upon hearing a faint knock at the steel door, scowling as he turned over onto his side to face the hallway, grunting as he lifted himself to his feet.



Suddenly, as he was about to approach the door, he heard a soft, gentle, yet altogether familiar voice from the other side.



“…Angeal…?”



Stopping in his tracks, the large General felt a faint smile creep across his lips, before quickening his pace slightly towards the door, a thick finger hitting the green door release button.



Attempting to pull together a vaguely surprised expression, Angeal glanced down as the door whooshed to his right, unveiling the tiny (in comparison) blonde cadet, Cloud.



As if by reflex, Cloud snapped into a salute - a quality that lightened Angeal’s heart, as he returned the teen’s action. “At ease, Cloud…” the black haired General smiled, stepping to the side, a silent invitation for the boy to enter his quarters if he’d rather - to avoid them talking in the hallway.



Fighting as valiantly as possible not to allow a pink flush to creep across his pale cheeks, Cloud timidly stepped across the metallic threshold, and into Angeal’s quarters. Despite appearing, and acting rather meekly, inside he was practically giddy with excitement. His young heart was pounding a mile per second, his wide blue eyes scanned, and searched Angeal’s living area. He was immediately struck by the size of it, hardly comparable to his single room, standard issue for the ShinRa grunt forces, neither was Zack’s place, which he had visited earlier in the afternoon.



Angeal monitored the boy’s pale hues with interest, extending an arm towards the living room with a gentle smile, the smile that Cloud had the chance to see up close that very morning, although this time from a slight distance, Cloud was able to discern the almost minute way that Angeal tilted his head with the expression - his black tresses hanging slightly towards his right shoulder.



Cloud nodded with a smile of his own - Angeal was still able to make out an ever-so-slight tremble that the youngster seemed to always have in the presence of higher ranks. The blonde glanced down at the large boots scattered across the floor, kneeling down to unlace his before Angeal stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.



“That’s alright…”



Nodding again, Cloud made his way towards the carpeted lounge, immediately crossing towards the sofa and perching nervously on the end, as Angeal followed him into the room, but crossed further and entered the generously sized kitchenette. Tiled in a pure white colour, the same shade as the cabinets and countertops.



Cloud smiled at the sharp contrast, the black haired man wearing a dark uniform against the constant backdrop of white.



‘’Almost angelic….’ thought the blonde, taking the opportunity to gaze around the quarters. Though sparsely decorated, it was furnished rather tastefully. A leather recliner - the same colour as the sofa, sat adjacent to him. Facing the sofa was a large flat screen television, sat on a mahogany stand, also featuring a DVD player and…what resembled a stereo, cementing the identity of the electrical appliance were two large speakers on either side of the mahogany unit, the shelf beneath the stereo displaying a wide range of CDs.



Cloud was able to make out a few of the artists, Snow Patrol being one of them. Smiling, the teen’s eyes were drawn to a bookcase - which stood tall next to the recliner chair. Unable to scope the titles, Cloud’s eyes were drawn to the size of the books which stood on it, large volumes spanned the shelves from top to bottom.



He was soon snapped from his visual snooping by Angeal’s voice, calling casually from the adjoining room.



“Would you like…a drink, or something?”



Cloud smiled, his pale blue eyes sparking slightly.



“Um…I wouldn’t mind a soda…or water…water is fine, General”



The sound of fumbling, and cans knocking against each other was audible from the white kitchenette, before Angeal emerged holding two soda cans, and a faint smile etched across his strong features. He crossed the room, sitting on the recliner, and leaned forward - settling the sodas on the low coffee table, and sliding one across to Cloud, who, to his surprise, scooted along the length of the sofa to sit closer to the 1st class.



“Thank you, sir” smiled Cloud, reaching for the can, when he was stopped by Angeal’s large hand gripping his wrist lightly.



“Cloud…” he began, smiling as he picked up his soda, and took a long slurp. “It’s Angeal…please.” Releasing the teen’s wrist, he sat back in the recliner slightly and nodded, as if to say ‘Try it’.



Cloud blushed slightly, the faint tinge of pink chasing across his face in a way that made Angeal smile behind his can. “T-thank you…Angeal”



Angeal smiled, nodding again to the teen before settling his soda down, his dark blue eyes immediately drawn to Cloud’s neck, watching the cords contract, and stretch slightly as the boy downed his soda, once he removed the can from his lips, Angeal noticed they were shining slightly from the beverage.



Shaking his head slightly, as if to dispel any erotic thoughts about that neck, or those lips from his mind, Angeal sat back in his recliner, making a slight gesture with his hand.



“So, Cloud…” he paused, allowing the teen to swallow the mouthful of soda “I trust you visited the infirmary?”



Nodding slowly, the blonde lifted the sleeves of his black sweater, showing the neatly wrapped bandages, and band aids covering the variety of injuries that had been inflicted - the slightly darkened skin around the bandages sent a charge of anger running through Angeal, still disappointed that other members of the ShinRa army had admonished such treatment on one of their own ranks, such a thought completely shook his visions of honour for your fellow soldiers, Grunt or 1st class, 1st class or General, they should all watch each other’s backs.



Angeal forced a smile, nodding slightly to Cloud, who rolled down his sleeves and reached for his soda again, taking an audible slurp - changing Angeal’s smile from forced, to endearing for the teen.



“Good, I also assume that you have brought the list of those responsible for the …” through gritted teeth he continued “injuries.”



Cloud reached into the pocket of his jeans with his free hand, lifting his hips on the leather, which creaked slightly under him, snaking his slim fingers into his tight pocket, withdrawing a neatly folded white piece of paper, which he wordlessly handed over to Angeal.



Taking the paper, Angeal unfolded it and quietly scanned the list of cadets, before placing the paper onto the table.



A burning, almost carnal instinct for the teen began to overwhelm him, the black haired SOLDIER’s eyes attempted to roam the youngster without detection. Angeal’s attention first fell to the almost impossibly slim hips - it would probably be possible for Angeal to wrap both of his arms around Cloud’s body twice over, a thought that sent a pleasant heat up his spine, which caused a flush to form on his own cheeks.



“Cloud…” Angeal began again…



Cloud’s mind was ablaze with thoughts of the 1st class SOLDIER - one of the two he had kissed that day. Despite his eyes not directed at Angeal, he could see the man’s kind face and large physique, remembering (vividly) the taste of his moist lips, the way his tongue had expertly claimed his mouth, and his first kiss.



“I…need to tell you…”



Cloud barely registered the words, in his mind he was back in Angeal’s office, though this time on the General’s desk, the paperwork, pens, and other stationary had been swept to the floor, and the blonde had been perched on the edge of the wooden surface, before Angeal was on top of him like a wild animal, grunting and growling low in his throat as his uniform was removed - dropping the pieces to the floor around the desk.





“I mean I…I need to talk about…what happened…”



Angeal’s hands, un-gloved, those gentle touches spanning his teenage body, large fingers tracing his barely-there abs, moving down to grip his slender hips, lifting his naked body back up to sit on the desk. Those large hands taking his own, and instructing him, gruffly…”Undress me…cadet”…Cloud’s smaller hands fiddled with the uniform, removing the turtleneck to expose lightly tanned skin, concealing the thick slabs of muscle which rippled across the broad chest, and down the taut stomach. Cloud’s hands traced the General’s abs, gasping as his fingertips traced the firm expanse. “Angeal”…he whispered, before his lips were ensnared in a kiss, deep and hungry, passionate yet dominant.





“I cannot say what…came over me…”



That slick warm tongue was invading his mouth, claiming that sanctum, those large hands were roughly teasing his pert, pink nipples - forcing groans from Cloud’s young lips, which were greedily swallowed by Angeal.



“I was…I wanted to console you…”



Cloud’s hands were once again directed to another article of clothing, Angeal’s fatigues, which his fingertips gripped at the waistband, slowly pulling down, starting from the back. “Gaia…Cloud…” came the husky voice once again. Looking up, Cloud saw a rather stern expression on Angeal’s face, which softened as a large thumb reached to his thoroughly kissed lips, the pad tracing Cloud’s mouth before it was replaced with a finger - that was slowly pushed passed the barrier of teeth.



“Cloud…?”



The blonde began to suckle the finger slightly, his pale blue eyes, alight with desire, had closed halfway, settling on Angeal’s incomparable body, as his hands worked the man’s pants, his fingertips tracing the fabric that barely covered a pair of firm cheeks, in a ‘v’ shape…





“Cloud? Are you…listening?” Angeal snapped, leaning forward in an attempt to catch Cloud’s vision, which seemed to be lined up with the space between Angeal’s legs.





“I…um…sorry…Si-…Angeal.” muttered Cloud, blushing furiously and burying his face in his hand, no doubt rose in his young mind that Angeal had witnessed the blatant staring.



Angeal frowned, rising up from the recliner slightly, gripping Cloud’s wrist and tugging roughly, bringing the blonde teen onto his lap, which drew a gasp from the boy, and before he knew it, Angeal’s lips had enveloped his yet again, hungrily parting his own to allow his tongue to probe against Cloud’s mouth, begging for access - which was soon granted, along with a high pitched mewl from Cloud as he adjusted himself in the large SOLDIER’s lap. Leaning back slightly, an arm, a large arm, banded around his slim waist, and underneath his shoulders - cradling him.



Angeal smiled against Cloud’s soft lips, the slick muscle of his tongue questing into that once untouched cavern, every inch of the hot cavern explored as his hands began to roam the young cadet’s body, turning Cloud to straddle his lap, and leaning back in the recliner, breaking the kiss momentarily - an arm hand reaching to the side, and pulling a lever on the side of the chair, his feet immediately shooting up on the footrest, and his back moving further into a horizontal position, dark eyes focusing on Cloud.



Cloud gasped at the sudden movement, leaning over Angeal on his hands, and taking the lips beneath his own, nipping softly at the bountiful swell of Angeal’s bottom lip, biting it softly before sucking it between his swollen lips.



Next came that voice, those words, gruffly spoken, almost as if in command.





“Undress me, Cadet”.























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A/N!



Phew! Finally initiated something between the two! I was getting rather antsy, and thought this chapter had gone on long enough. But fear not! My loyal readers, I will be adding more tomorrow :)



Reviews are very welcome! Criticism is also welcome, please tell me if I have gone wrong anywhere! I do enjoy feedback.



I also wrote this portion without any help! I'm proud, although I haven't written any of my own fiction for many years, which was why I had some very good friends of mine give me some inspiration in the previous chapters.



Anyway, again. Reviews are welcome, and very much appreciated! Thank you for reading.



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