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No Stars in Midgar	By : Jdee Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Rating: Mature – NC-17 (Yaoi)

Pairs: Angeal x Genesis (light stuff nothing too graphic)

Story: Following Zack and a few others through the events before Crisis Core and through the events of the game.

AN: Er sorry this chapter feels off, but I did just move and I was writing this on the train to and fro from work...

Also had to Beta myself so it's a half assed job cause I've had a long as day....

Chapter Three

Angeal let out a breath as he carried his unconscious student over his shoulder walking down the hall of the 1st Class floor.

He saw Sephiroth emerging from his apartment before raising a brow.

“I swear if you say anything.” Angeal pointed at him.

The General held his hands up just smirked. “Is he of consensual age?” The amusement in the man's voice alone made Angeal's eyes go flat.

“You have the worst timing for your humor Sephiroth.”

“How did his treatment go?” Sephiroth asked the conversation going down a more serious path.

“Pretty good. He didn't pass out until at least ten minutes before it was finished. He lasted longer than the others.”

“Any incidents?”

“Just Hojo trying to force the Mako in faster. Apart from that he handled it pretty well but we will see how he feels tomorrow.” Angeal replied.

Sephiroth nodded. “What do you think?”

“He could definitely make second in no time. A lot faster than the others. We just have to control his hyper active side.”

“It will be easy. Think of it like training a puppy.” Sephiroth patted Angeal on his free shoulder.

Angeal let out a breath. “Yeah great.” He drawled at his friend and with that the General walked down the hall.

Carrying his student over his shoulder he walked into his apartment and shut the door. The kid was light, it did make Angeal wonder how old he was. A lot of cadets lied on their applications it made it harder to police.

He had to be at least fifteen. Angeal opened the door to the spare room and he set Zack down on the bed. He looked down at the kid and he let out a breath.

Brushing the bangs from the unconscious boys face, he knew about the torment he'd got being a country boy, what none of them realized was that Angeal and Genesis both once upon a time had been country boys too.

Angeal stepped out of the room in order to start cooking some food for when his 'puppy' would wake up. He shook his head.

Sephiroth was right, the kid was like a puppy. Hyperactive, bouncing, uncontrollable in what he did or said. But he showed promise. A lot of it if trained correctly.

~*~*~*~

Zack let out a breath as he walked back into the lab twenty-four hours gone since the last Mako treatment. Now he was back for another one. Professor Hojo stood there looking at the chart.

Angeal had a meeting to attend by said he would be by after. Zack helped himself to two glasses of water. Before Hojo even gave him a look.

The head jerk motion to the chair and the word 'sit' was all the professor said.

He felt like he was some kind of dog being trained.

Zack still had bruises forming from being strapped to the chair from the treatment yesterday. Regardless he sat down and let Hojo strap him in.

“Awfully quiet today boy.” Hojo mused. “You feeling okay?”

Zack blinked. The professor didn't seem like the type to care if he died on the spot.

“Just groggy.” Zack kept his answer short and brief.

Hojo nodded. “Normal then.” He walked away once Zack was strapped in, mainly to grab the IV stand and the bag of Mako for the infusion.

'Remember to focus on something,' The memory of Angeal's words, that morning at the breakfast table whispered in his ear. 'When I get there I want you to be able to recall every single detail and thought you had while focused on that “thing”.' He continued on. 'This technique is a form of mediation, it helps pass the time and puts your mind elsewhere, it lessens the realization that you're in pain or suffering.' Angeal had obviously seen his confused look as he explained further. 'Most forms of pain are caused by seeing them happen. That can be easily avoided by not seeing them at all.'

'Ohhhh neat. So anyone can do this?' Zack had asked.

'To train the body first you have to train your mind. Consider this a valid first lesson from me, so when I arrive I want you to be conscious Zack.' Angeal let out a sigh. 'I know how Lazard likes to carry on. I have no choice but to attend. I will try to get out sooner.'

Hojo didn't really have anything interesting to focus on in this lab, like he had done it on purpose so every patient that sat in this chair could feel the pain he put them through. That thought alone made Zack worry and wonder if he wasn't indeed looking into the 'good' doctor's mentality a bit too much at that moment.

“Now this will hurt.” Hojo's voice spoke to him and Zack decided to focus on the main door, looking away from the arm Hojo was finding the vein on. The door the most least interesting part of the lab, but he really had no choice. Focusing on the door, he let his mind slip and wonder about the glass and what type of people has passed through it's metal frames prior to him.

The likes of a younger Sephiroth perhaps, going through these same treatments. How many times had Scarlett slipped through those doors to raid Hojo's supplies. Did the president of ShinRa ever walk through those doors? Lazard? Any of the Turks?

“Hmmm interesting.” Hojo mused.

Zack was tapped on the side of the head and he blinked looking to Hojo. The doctor looked him up and down.

“Something wrong?”

“Normally by now the second treatment has normal patients throwing up by now.”

“Good old Gongaga raised stomach!” Zack chirped happily. “Man never ever have a meal at the Price's house... That stuff had me sick for a month! I don't know how they eat it.” Zack bit his lip seeing Hojo quirk a brow.

“Seems your nausea has faded too boy. Just do try to be quiet. I hate a lot of noise while I work.” The doctor seemed agitated more than normal for some reason.

“I'll try.” Zack looked to his arm seeing the Mako through his veins, then he looked to the bag it was the same size as the one yesterday, actually it was bigger.

“Um... didn't Angeal say the treatments were to lessen today?” He motioned with his head at the bag.

“Oh your imagining things.” Hojo waved it off.

Zack frowned and tried to think back he was sure the bag yesterday was smaller than this one. He looked at Hojo and frowned. He would see what happened in the next treatment.

Leaning back in the chair he glanced to the reflective ceiling and blinked. Mirrors on the ceiling of a lab. He wondered if it was easier to prevent people stealing supplies or if some of the scientists had a secret kink to get it off somewhere in the lab.

'Not the thought I should be having when I have to tell Angeal what I focused on.' he thought to himself.

Zack then wondered if Angeal meant to focus on something in the lab or just focus on something in general. He didn't mention the lab.

That gave Zack free reign to think or focus on anything he wanted. So staring up at the mirrored ceiling he let his thoughts wander to find something to focus on.

He missed home a bit but that was to be expected. He would go see his folks he decided once he hit 2nd Class or after his sixteenth whatever one came first.

So home was his focus. His mother's warm violet eyes. His father's silly plaid shirts. The Mako reactor he used to play around as a child and watch as it lit up at night with all that green energy.

Zack flinched suddenly and he was aware his body was reacting to the Mako. There was no pain only discomfort.

He let his mind drift back to home, the Mako in his body had reacted to his thoughts on Mako so he decided against thinking about that in general.

Zack wondered how the girl down the street was doing. She like him was here somewhere in Midgar.

Amy

It was such a common name, but she didn't seem common. She was the one of the boys type. She was still pretty to him though. Strawberry blonde, with those vivid hazel green eyes, light rain of the softest almost invisible freckles across the bridge of her nose dusting her cheeks. The perfect olive tan. Singlet tops, denim cut off shorts with the black boots.

Zack let out a breath.

He remembered her goodbye to him, in the barn behind her house.

The roll through the hay, the gasping breaths of experimental fourteen year olds. Their bodies struggling to understand the primitive urges they held.

She had been his first and he hers, but all in all they were friends that had just fooled around a little.

There was no relationship there because like him she had plans, that she acted on immediately, because the next day she was gone, off to the big city.

The following week Zack followed suit.

Hojo wondered if the boy had passed out again and he poked the bag and he saw the 3rd class turn his head an look at him.

“Do you really hate me that much professor?” He sighed.

Hojo just smiled. “Just seeing if you were still conscious boy.”

“Yeah I am... sorry to disappoint you.” The eyes closed again and Hojo realized that he was letting his mind drift to remove the pain from him.

A good tactic but it was only temporary. That night the boy would suffer so much pain, there was a reason he had to wait forty-eight hours hours after the second infusion.

Hojo watched the boy as he moved to the cabinet and pulled out a vile.

He was getting tired of Angeal's lingering and that reprimanding the 1st Class gave him yesterday for a simple squeeze of the bag. It didn't hurt anyone in the long run, he just wanted to test the boys reactions.

The boy was doing incredibly well too well with the infusions. He adjusted perfectly to them, like he was meant for this. He would be perfect to keep Angeal busy and out of his hair while Hojo continued the treatments.

Opening the vial up he put the contents into a needle and moved to the bag and injected the contents to the top of the bag.

The Mako inside seemed to devour the evidence.

~*~*~*~

Angeal stepping into the lab saw Zack, his head tilted back eyes closed the breathing he could see was steady, controlled.

“Zack. Sorry that took longer than expected.”

The eyes opened and Angeal walked up to him and he raised a brow, round each iris was a sliver of the brightest mako blue.

Angeal looked at Hojo. “What did you do?”

The professor looked offended. “Nothing.”

“His eyes should not be going blue after the second treatment. Third yes, second no. How much did you give him?”

“As much as he could handle. Now get him out of my lab I have others to attend to.” Hojo shot him a look.

Angeal unstrapped Zack and the teenager moved, he stood up and walked to the door a little bit dazed but he walked.

“He handles Mako so much better than the others.” Hojo commented.

Angeal shot Hojo a glare before running after the teenager. “Zack don't go off on your own.”

He caught up to Zack by the elevator. “It worked. That focusing thing. I stayed away-no awake, through the whole thing Angeal.” The teen seemed half in half out of his conscious words.

Angeal nodded his head. “Good. We'll get you down to rest though.”

“Did you know they have a mirror on the lab ceiling. It's weird.” Zack seemed to be in chatter mode, even though his eyes were glazed in a Mako daze.

“I know.”

“Why?” He asked in childlike curiosity.

“I don't know.” Angeal shrugged.

The elevator binged and Angeal helped Zack into the lift hitting the floor number for the 1st Class apartments.

Zack lent back against the wall as the elevator moved.

“So what did you focus on, that mirror?” Angeal asked trying to keep Zack talking till he could get the youth down to rest.

“The door, the mirror then I remembered you said something but you didn't say it had to be in the lab.”

Angeal smiled. “What did you think of?”

“Home, and a girl back home, she came to Midgar before me.” He looked down. “I hope she's okay, she's a good friend.”

Angeal let out a breath. Most of the country girls that came to the city vanished after they got off the bus. They ended up working the streets outside ShinRa he really hoped Zack's friend wasn't one of them.

Finally Angeal managed to get Zack to lie down in the spare room he had a bucket on stand by and a bottle of water to keep the kid's fluids up.

~*~*~*~

Zack just seemed to sleep and sleep and sleep. Angeal sat in the lounge the television on mute, the room dark save for the blue flicker of the screen. He waited for those all to familiar surges of agony Zack would endure. Like they all had endured.

Angeal heard the bed move and he stood up, he paused by the door ready to walk into the room. There was just the squeak. Looking in Zack had just rolled over.

He still stood by the door watching the youth, bangs feathered his face as he seemed to sleep peacefully.

Glancing at his watch, the sun had set and Zack had not had a single moment, no bad reaction to the Mako, nothing.

Angeal knew at that moment Hojo had tampered with Zack's treatment somehow. Even Sephiroth confessed once upon a time, he reacted bad in one of the first two treatments. Angeal knew he had and Genesis never confirmed or denied it. But if he had and Sephiroth had, Genesis was no exception to the rule. Zack shouldn't be that exception.

“What did he do to you?” Angeal whispered.

He was about to go into the room to check on his student when the motion was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Angeal let out a breath, then glanced to the clock on the wall. It was only a few minutes past six in the evening. Most people were having dinner, not bugging 1st Class SOLDIER's.

Angeal opened the door expecting to see some poor cadet drafted for delivery before being let off to join the others in the mess hall. Instead he was greeted by a familiar auburn headed figure.

“Genesis.” Angeal stepped aside as the red leather clad friend entered without so much as an invitation. “Something up?”

“Company?” Genesis asked.

“He's sleeping the Mako treatment off.” Angeal replied.

It was at that moment he saw the familiar shine behind the Mako blue eyes.

The only time Genesis came knocking on his door was when he wanted something.

It was a mutual agreement between them, something that had formed out of their friendship pushing boundaries beyond what was 'normal' among friends.

“Did something happen?” Angeal asked.

“Nothing of importance.” Genesis merely replied and shut the door flicking the lock on the door.

He strode up to Angeal, strong, determined, yet wanting.

Angeal felt his back hit the wall as Genesis pushed him against it. Mouth crushing against his lips in a moment of obvious need, mixed with the taste of distress.

~*~*~*~

Zack's sleep was interrupted, by the confusion of dreams. Like messages from the lifestream were trying to talk to him in person. The visual images disturbing, the events of true war, blood that was human coated the ground where he stood. The red surface reflective showing the image of those passed staring up at him, eyes of death that called for him to join them.

Bloodied hands reaching up from the river of red.

His ankle snagged, the grip so tight he could feel it through the boots.

“Freedom has a price...” He could hear the voice before he saw the face, spinning round he stopped.

Blaize stood waist deep in the river of blood, cigarette between fingers, Mako blue eyes looking directly at him.

“Blaize... what are you-?” He began.

Then the hands were over the blonde and he was swallowed in red, before pulled into the depths of the river of blood.

Zack looked down seeing the hands of red reaching for him beckoning him to join them.

Zack bolted upright fast, his head spun, his lungs craved air, his mouth dry, parched and craving water.

Not sure if he should even be moving, he slipped from the bed.

Zack saw the water left for him he opened the bottle and downed the entire thing. Setting the empty bottle down, Zack knew he was dehydrated when his body craved more of the cooling liquid. It seemed to ease the slight burning sensation in his chest.

Walking into the lounge he saw the darkened room. It was illuminated by the flicker of blue light. Zack passed the couch, Angeal wasn't seated there and Zack raised a brow. Angeal normally turned the television off before going to bed.

Zack opened the fridge and grabbed another water bottle out and he unscrewed the cap, sculling back the water so fast, as if his body couldn't hydrate itself fast enough.

The silence, was eerie, foreign.

Yesterday he had missed the reality of silence, the Mako had made everything so loud and clear. But now that it's effects seemed to die out he missed the noise, always surrounded by others, forever always hearing sounds, something making a commotion of some sort.

He grew up that way, same in the military, he had always been around something making a sound, be it someone snoring in the dorm, a random cow passing by his bedroom window at home, several million birds all talking at once, the voices of others in the mess hall.

Even yesterday coming back and setting his head down for a nap, he had heard Angeal fussing in the kitchen, it had lulled him to sleep.

But now. It made Zack feel like he was alone. But he knew Angeal wouldn’t do that to him, not in the middle of these Mako treatments.

It was then Zack heard the thump of something from Angeal's room.

He moved silently towards the room. He saw the door slightly ajar.

Zack wanted to knock and ask if Angeal was alright, but the groan that came from in there caused a blush to flush across his cheeks.

Zack didn't realize he could see inside that pitch black room, it was the Mako's doing he knew this now. Regardless, he didn't expect to see what he was indeed seeing.

Angeal was reclined against the headboard of his bed. He seemed to be restrained there by some form of bonds, Zack didn't understand. It wasn't until his eyes focused and he saw the other form in the bed with Angeal that he clicked.

The red hair moving up and down between Angeal's thighs.

Hands gripping the tree trunk of naked thighs of his mentor.

Zack knew he was bright red in the face, he stepped back slowly as he heard Angeal let out a low groan, that caused Zack's spine to roll in a shiver. It was like walking in on your parents to a degree. Except Zack had no idea who that red head was.

He stayed where he was away from the door just watching, as the red head freed Angeal's arousal, before rolling up the larger man's body.

Zack almost gasped when he saw the figure was another man's. At first he assumed it had been female. Even though he was aware that, this sort of thing existed, he had never thought in a million years Angeal would have been one of them.

Then again he had never thought, he would have been attracted to another man himself. But when the guy had long flowy hair three times the length of your ex-girlfriend it was safe to assume, you were forgiven for feeling attracted to said man... right?

Swallowing Zack watched as the red head's mouth moved over Angeal's, lips locking in something of a determined, if not passionate kiss, tongues twirling in desperation and need. The hand of the red head moved to the length, the grip steadying the member, as he positioned himself and sunk onto the arousal.

Angeal let out a low groan, his face contorting with pleasure.

Zack wanted to move, he wanted to tear his eyes from the scene, but he couldn't help but watch in youthful fascination. He had never ever witnessed this action in his life, sure he was a horny teen, but the most had been the dirty magazines and the porn Kunsel had exposed him to since he joined ShinRa.

Watching in perverse captivation, the red head's hips began to lift then drop over Angeal's length, up then down slow at first. It caused a stir of noise from Angeal's mouth that Zack had never heard before.

Zack decided at that moment to vacate and fast.

Zack stepped into the kitchen and he picked up his bottle of water and refilled it from the tap before downing it fast.

He tried to tear that image from his head, but he couldn't.

Taking the bottle of water back to his room he ran a hand through his hair.

He saw the digital clock reading 7:15pm. He was wondering how long Angeal and this guy had been doing the dirty while he slept. He was also hating himself for wondering what it would be like, with Angeal, with Seph. Was it any different than being with a girl? Obviously it would be if you were on the receiving end.

It was at that moment he heard the phone in the lounge ring. He could hear Angeal's curse and Zack ran out into the lounge answering it.

“Zack speaking.” He spoke loud enough so Angeal knew he was up.

“Heeeeeeey buddy!”

Zack let out a laugh at the familiar voice on the other end.

“What the hell Kunsel! How on earth did you get this number?” Secretly though he was relieved to hear his friend's voice, it was the anchor he needed to pull him back from the depth his mind was beginning to travel.

“Oh you know... sources.” Kunsel replied evasively.

Zack rolled his eyes. “So what's up?”

“Sephiroth wants to see you... now.” Kunsel spoke.

Zack froze. “Seph? Just me or everyone.”

“Just you. I did a little digging found out that Hojo has tampered with your Mako treatments Sephiroth wants a verbal report. I would have come to tell you myself but I'm a little bed ridden.” Kunsel confessed.

Zack blinked. “How sick have you guys been getting?”

“Pretty bad, Blaize got it worse than most of it. Poor guy can't keep a single thing down. What about you?”

“I'm okay really.” Zack stretched his arm. “Just sleeping it off that's it.”

Kunsel laughed. “I am completely jealous. Anyway report to the general.”

“Right.” Zack hung up the phone.

“Angeaaaaaaaaaaal!” Zack shouted. “I gotta go see Seph, I'll be back later!” He added, with that he was out the door.

~*~*~*~

Sephiroth raised a brow and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Zack wondered if he had done something weird to upset the general. It wasn't until Sephiroth spoke that Zack realized why Sephiroth looked pretty frustrated.

“Zack, you could have put some clothes on first.” The 1st Class sighed in defeat.

Zack rubbed behind his head. “Ummm yeah I could have, but I kinda didn't think.” He lied. “Kunsel said you wanted to see me now.” He added.

The truth was his clothes were still in Angeal's wardrobe in the 1st Class' bedroom where he was with red headed male at that moment naked and being... mounted.

Angeal had stripped him for bed and put his clothes somewhere, Zack didn't know where his mentor had put anything, he hadn't really learned the apartment since he was only there for the week.

So the boxers were all he currently had, even if they were a little smart ass.

Black boxers with a red hand prints on the ass saying 'hand's off' along the base of each leg.

Zack looked down at the boxers then at Sephiroth, he knew the general would be a little more than frustrated by the attire or lack there of.

“So um Kunsel mentioned something about Hojo tampering with my Mako treatments.”

Sephiroth let out a defeated breath. “Yes, how do you feel?”

“Fine. Should I not be fine?” Zack asked a brow quirking up.

Sephiroth looked to the 3rd Class. “You should be suffering some form of reaction or side effect. Are you sure you're okay?”

Zack rubbed behind his head. “I'm okay really.”

“Nausea?” Sephiroth asked.

Zack shook his head. “Nope.”

“Dizzy spells?” Sephiroth looked at him.

“Zip.” Zack replied.

“Aching muscles?”

“Zero.”

“Anything?” Sephiroth let out a sigh already knowing the answer.

“Nadda... sir.” Zack adding the sir on the end, like he finally realized he was being formally questioned.

Sephiroth stood up, Zack did seem nervous, but that was the only physical agitation the youth displayed.

“Is something wrong Zack?”

“Do you know what Hojo did?” The teen asked wearily.

Sephiroth shook his head. “I'm not sure, but your next treatment will not be administered by the professor.”

Sephiroth saw the breath of relief.

“Oh thank Gaia, that guy gives me the creeps.”

He shared Zack's thoughts on Hojo, Zack was just a bit more verbal about it. But it was like Hollander, Angeal and Genesis hated dealing with the man, as much as Sephiroth hated dealing with Hojo.

It seemed interesting Hojo would take an interest in Zack, he was like any other newly recruited 3rd Class.

Walking round Zack, Sephiroth's eyes seemed to scan the 3rd Class, was there something different about him that Hojo picked up on? Sephiroth could not put his finger on it.

Zack watched as Sephiroth walked around him, the older man inspecting him, as if he could locate what the professor had done by sight alone.

“Sir?” Zack asked.

Sephiroth leaned in close examining his eyes, Zack saw the frown, he could feel his heart pick up in pace. Those intense cat like Mako green eyes staring into his own.

Zack felt like for that moment his soul was being exposed as much as the rest of him currently was.

“Your eyes. I advise you take a look.” Sephiroth stood up stepping back.

Zack looked at Sephiroth before walking up to the large window in the office and peering out at the scenery of Midgar lit up at night.

The green glowing brilliantly in the night sky.

Beyond it Zack saw the reflection of a pair of violet eyes, his eyes, but then he noticed half of the violet color was being swallowed by the purest Mako blue he had seen. The doctors all said that by the third treatment a slither should be seen, not half of his eyes as if the Mako blue was swallowing and merging into his true eye color.

Stepping back Zack turned round to look at Seph, obviously he looked shocked.

“Angeal said you only had a slither of Mako showing this afternoon, it seems our good doctor has some explaining to do.” Sephiroth motioned for Zack to sit.

Zack slumped into the chair. “So he did what... speed up the process? He asked.

Sephiroth shook his head. “That I can't answer. Tell me how do you feel now?”

Zack shook his head. “I'm fine, geeze. A bit pissed off, but I'm okay.”

Sephiroth, knew what the fifth treatment of Mako entailed. The urges of the fifth treatment were similar to that of needing salvation by a hand job and probably a dirty magazine.

Zack's eyes were at the stage of someone on their fifth Mako treatment, he wondered if Hojo had tampered with Zack in order to use the 3rd Class to frustrate Angeal in revenge for the reprimanding.

It was the only thing Sephiroth could think of, which meant Zack at any given moment... could act on any bedroom frustrations he felt. Being under age that would put Angeal in a position that Sephiroth was not willing to have to deal with the paperwork for.

“I meant any and every little thing, at the moment what is going through your head.”

Zack shook his head, his face heating up. “I'd uh rather not.”

Sephiroth let out a breath. “This won't leave the room. But I need to compare your stage against regular treatments and confirm how advanced Hojo made you.”

Zack seemed to sigh in defeat. “I'm just embarrassed really, I couldn't go get my clothes from Angeal's room.”

Sephiroth raised a brow. “I doubt Angeal would have minded, even if he was taking a nap.”

Zack went bright red shaking his head. “Not when he has... er... company.”

Sephiroth frowned, that was not like Angeal at all. “I see. So instead of knocking on his door and asking for clothes you choose to show up in my office almost naked.”

The teenager rubbed behind his neck. “Yeah sorry. It's just... I wouldn't have minded if it was a girl, but... it wasn't.”

Sephiroth suddenly clicked and he pinched the bridge of his nose letting out a sigh.

'Genesis...' he thought with a frown. It was typical for the red head to distract Angeal at a crucial moment when he should have been paying attention to his student.

“Uh Seph... is everything okay?” Zack asked a worried look on his face. “You look... irritated. More so than usual.” He added.

Sephiroth looked at Zack he didn't seem to care for the nickname, or reprimand the teenager, who seemed concerned for him at that moment.

“It's fine. I think it's probably best you stay with me for tonight.” He let out a breath. If Sephiroth knew Genesis, he would have Angeal distracted for most of the night even when he knew where Zack was.

“S-Sir!”

“I'll get your things. Just wait outside my door.”

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