What Lies Within
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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1,126
Reviews:
11
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Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Angeal watched fear and uncertainty enter the mako eyes of the shorter SOLDIER, watched the internal battle of the boy’s last resistance to surrendering. Even though Zack was cheerful in public, he seemed to be extremely insecure about himself. The 1st Class kept his silence, even if he wanted to help the struggling puppy. This was a step he had to take by himself to become a slave. Zack lowered his head and slid his fingers underneath the fabric of his uniform top, shaking slightly.
“No, Puppy. Eyes on me…” Angeal commanded in a low voice that the teen responded to immediately, shining blue eyes rising to meet the taller man’s, cheeks flushed. A pleased smile graced Angeal’s face and Zack returned it, unable to deny that he liked to please the other man. Fisting the fabric, he only broke their eye contact enough to pull the shirt over his head, ebony spikes even messier when the garment hit the carpet. It took all of the willpower Zack had to keep his mako eyes on his mentor’s, but all the will in the world couldn’t keep the flush from deepening when those dark blue eyes smoldered as they took in the exposed flesh. Training had done the youth well; lean muscle covering soft skin, rippling with the teen’s movement. Trembling fingers managed to slip under the band of the fatigues, loosening them and pushing them over slim hips.
When the cloth hit the ground, those dark blue eyes flared mako green. Zack closed his eyes and wrapped arms around his shaking frame in a protective gesture.
“Don’t.” Was the growled order and the teen’s eyes opened again to look into the mako tinged hues of his new master. Angeal’s presence seemed to have changed; he seemed a figure of unending power and possessiveness. A gloved hand reached out and beckoned.
“Come to me, Puppy…” The long haired 1st murmured and the teen crossed the distance with a few strides, embracing the taller SOLDIER around the waist while arms surrounded him completely. Pressed so close to Angeal, Zack couldn’t ignore the heat the other man was putting off, nor the hardness jutted against the soft of his stomach. The teen tensed but a hand on his hair stroking the soft strands made him melt into the other’s hold.
“Shhh, Zack… It’s alright.” Comforted at the soothing words, the spiky haired 2nd laid his cheek against the broad chest, closing his eyes to listen to the reassuring sound of Angeal’s heartbeat. The older man’s touch on his back and hair were chaste, though the erection spoke volumes of how deep the desire ran. Angeal drew back a little to look into Zack’s eyes, smiling when finding only a little of the fear from before.
“You will get used to being like this in my presence, pup. You don’t have to be afraid.” The taller SOLDIER released the youth from his hold and knelt down near the chains, slipping a small box from out of his pocket. Zack shuddered a bit in trepidation of what he knew was coming, but went to Angeal’s side anyway, kneeling before him whilst trying to ignore his vulnerable state of undress. Dark blue eyes met his and then lowered to the box, sliding the lid off of it. A black pill lay on a blindfold inside and the teen frowned in confusion.
“From your expression, I suppose you don’t know what this is, pup.” Angeal picked the pill up and held it up for the youth’s inspection. Zack’s frown deepened and then he shook his head.
“When ingested, this pill numbs the skin, mutes the hearing, and eradicates the sense of smell and taste. It also impairs the super-sensory ability SOLDIER members have, so you will not be able to sense my presense. The effects will fade after six hours. Your ability to see is under my control.” The blindfold was placed aside with the black pill, and the SOLDIER stood, motioning for Zack to follow his example.
“These chains will suspend you three feet from the floor.” The dark haired mentor told the teen, who was eyeing the bindings timidly but nodded all the same. Angeal held out a hand to Zack.
“We start now, pup. Give me your wrists.” The ebony haired 2nd hesitated for a few moments out of fear, but held his wrists together and offered them to Angeal in a gesture of surrender. A shackle surrounded the soft flesh and then locked together, binding them. Zack’s eyes widened at the sight and then looked up at Angeal, who was smiling softly.
“You’re doing so well, Zack. Now we chain your ankles…” A hand ran soothingly over his back and pressed down slightly, easing the lithe boy to his knees with his wrists bound over his head. The shackles clicked again, this time around Zack’s ankles. The metal tightened and he stifled a sound of alarm when his body was raised off of the carpet. Angeal circled around and stopped in front of him, blue eyes glowing, locked onto his.
“Do you remember what I said, Zack?” The older man asked in a soft tone, gloved fingers brushing against his cheek.
“Yes.” Zack whispered; wincing at how pathetically frightened his voice sounded. Angeal hummed, a finger moving to touch his lips, which parted slightly.
“Open.” His new master ordered and the teen opened his mouth. The black pill was laid on his tongue, shocking Zack when it dissolved right away. Mako eyes blinked, puzzled when nothing happened for a full minute and then the youth gasped when his entire body numbed, the suspension adding to the surrealism. It was as if he wasn’t even in his body, merely floating as nothing.
Zack thrashed in the chains desperately, calling out for Angeal to save him. A hand touched his hair, but he couldn’t feel it. When those lips parted to issue words, he couldn’t hear his mentor. He couldn’t hear himself begging to make it stop. Couldn’t smell the metal on his skin, the musky hint of Angeal, couldn’t taste saliva in his own mouth. Zack shook his head in denial when the older man lifted the blindfold up. Sympathy flashed in those dark blue hues, but his new master shook his head and said something before taking the last sense of reality the teen had.
Utter silence… No constant heartbeat, no feeling of blood pulsing through veins. Is Angeal still here? Did he leave or is he watching me? Am I breathing? Am I screaming? I can’t hear anything…
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I can’t last like this for six hours! How long has it been?! Is Angeal here? Did he leave me like this? Am I calling your name or just thinking it? ………
…………………...
…twenty one… Five thousand four hundred and twenty two…. Five thousand four hundred and twenty three... Five thousand four hundred and twenty three… Wait, didn’t I just do that? Damn it! How long has it been?
……………………
AngealangealangealangealpleasemakepleasemakeitstopIcan’ttakeitI’mlosingmyselfwhereareyoupleasepleasepleasesavepleasemepleasemasterplease! Helpmehelpmehelpme…
……………………
Time didn’t exist. Mercy didn’t exist. Zack was lost. Only darkness.... Only nothing… Stretching on forever and ever…
……………………
Green tendrils weaving and dancing, restless and undivided, twistingtwirlingtwisting…
……………………
……………………
……………………
Feeling…? Wetness? Against a face? My face? Soft noises… A voice? Gentle. Good. Salvation. Everything…
“Easy, puppy. Take it slowly…” Angeal whispered, lowering the exhausted body to the soft carpet, ungloved hand wiping the tears away from pale skin. Watching Zack over six hours was agony for the taller man. The teen had screamed, mostly his name, thrashed in his bonds, laughed manically, and cried like a being that had nothing at all left in him. When the shackles were released, Zack struggled feebly but was too weak to move, so Angeal drew the limp body to him, alarmed when fresh tears soaked the blindfold that he removed right away.
Broken blue eyes flooded with tears gazed up at Angeal, as if drinking the SOLDIER in for the last time. Pain seared in the older man’s chest and he smiled reassuringly, determined to be a pillar of strength for Zack. He leaned back against the wall and held the nude boy close, nuzzling into soft spiky hair, rocking the shuddering youth while murmuring nonsensical words of comfort.
“Mas..ter…” Zack sobbed, tears streaming down his face, “don’t disappear… Please…” Angeal closed his eyes and held his slave to his chest.
“I’m not going anywhere, Zack…” The older man reached beside them and held up a platinum collar with a D link for the youth to see.
“Once I lock this around your neck, puppy, you will be mine, forever. It’s a symbol to others and a gesture of my devotion to you.” Zack tilted his head back, gasping softly when the collar snapped into place, metal seaming together permanently. His tearful eyes met Angeal’s gentle ones.
“You have been so good, pup. Rest now and know you are safe.” The teen didn’t want to close his eyes. Doing that would cut off his vision, but they still fell shut and the SOLDIER was pulled into peaceful slumber, cradled in his master’s protective embrace.
To be continued...
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Angeal watched fear and uncertainty enter the mako eyes of the shorter SOLDIER, watched the internal battle of the boy’s last resistance to surrendering. Even though Zack was cheerful in public, he seemed to be extremely insecure about himself. The 1st Class kept his silence, even if he wanted to help the struggling puppy. This was a step he had to take by himself to become a slave. Zack lowered his head and slid his fingers underneath the fabric of his uniform top, shaking slightly.
“No, Puppy. Eyes on me…” Angeal commanded in a low voice that the teen responded to immediately, shining blue eyes rising to meet the taller man’s, cheeks flushed. A pleased smile graced Angeal’s face and Zack returned it, unable to deny that he liked to please the other man. Fisting the fabric, he only broke their eye contact enough to pull the shirt over his head, ebony spikes even messier when the garment hit the carpet. It took all of the willpower Zack had to keep his mako eyes on his mentor’s, but all the will in the world couldn’t keep the flush from deepening when those dark blue eyes smoldered as they took in the exposed flesh. Training had done the youth well; lean muscle covering soft skin, rippling with the teen’s movement. Trembling fingers managed to slip under the band of the fatigues, loosening them and pushing them over slim hips.
When the cloth hit the ground, those dark blue eyes flared mako green. Zack closed his eyes and wrapped arms around his shaking frame in a protective gesture.
“Don’t.” Was the growled order and the teen’s eyes opened again to look into the mako tinged hues of his new master. Angeal’s presence seemed to have changed; he seemed a figure of unending power and possessiveness. A gloved hand reached out and beckoned.
“Come to me, Puppy…” The long haired 1st murmured and the teen crossed the distance with a few strides, embracing the taller SOLDIER around the waist while arms surrounded him completely. Pressed so close to Angeal, Zack couldn’t ignore the heat the other man was putting off, nor the hardness jutted against the soft of his stomach. The teen tensed but a hand on his hair stroking the soft strands made him melt into the other’s hold.
“Shhh, Zack… It’s alright.” Comforted at the soothing words, the spiky haired 2nd laid his cheek against the broad chest, closing his eyes to listen to the reassuring sound of Angeal’s heartbeat. The older man’s touch on his back and hair were chaste, though the erection spoke volumes of how deep the desire ran. Angeal drew back a little to look into Zack’s eyes, smiling when finding only a little of the fear from before.
“You will get used to being like this in my presence, pup. You don’t have to be afraid.” The taller SOLDIER released the youth from his hold and knelt down near the chains, slipping a small box from out of his pocket. Zack shuddered a bit in trepidation of what he knew was coming, but went to Angeal’s side anyway, kneeling before him whilst trying to ignore his vulnerable state of undress. Dark blue eyes met his and then lowered to the box, sliding the lid off of it. A black pill lay on a blindfold inside and the teen frowned in confusion.
“From your expression, I suppose you don’t know what this is, pup.” Angeal picked the pill up and held it up for the youth’s inspection. Zack’s frown deepened and then he shook his head.
“When ingested, this pill numbs the skin, mutes the hearing, and eradicates the sense of smell and taste. It also impairs the super-sensory ability SOLDIER members have, so you will not be able to sense my presense. The effects will fade after six hours. Your ability to see is under my control.” The blindfold was placed aside with the black pill, and the SOLDIER stood, motioning for Zack to follow his example.
“These chains will suspend you three feet from the floor.” The dark haired mentor told the teen, who was eyeing the bindings timidly but nodded all the same. Angeal held out a hand to Zack.
“We start now, pup. Give me your wrists.” The ebony haired 2nd hesitated for a few moments out of fear, but held his wrists together and offered them to Angeal in a gesture of surrender. A shackle surrounded the soft flesh and then locked together, binding them. Zack’s eyes widened at the sight and then looked up at Angeal, who was smiling softly.
“You’re doing so well, Zack. Now we chain your ankles…” A hand ran soothingly over his back and pressed down slightly, easing the lithe boy to his knees with his wrists bound over his head. The shackles clicked again, this time around Zack’s ankles. The metal tightened and he stifled a sound of alarm when his body was raised off of the carpet. Angeal circled around and stopped in front of him, blue eyes glowing, locked onto his.
“Do you remember what I said, Zack?” The older man asked in a soft tone, gloved fingers brushing against his cheek.
“Yes.” Zack whispered; wincing at how pathetically frightened his voice sounded. Angeal hummed, a finger moving to touch his lips, which parted slightly.
“Open.” His new master ordered and the teen opened his mouth. The black pill was laid on his tongue, shocking Zack when it dissolved right away. Mako eyes blinked, puzzled when nothing happened for a full minute and then the youth gasped when his entire body numbed, the suspension adding to the surrealism. It was as if he wasn’t even in his body, merely floating as nothing.
Zack thrashed in the chains desperately, calling out for Angeal to save him. A hand touched his hair, but he couldn’t feel it. When those lips parted to issue words, he couldn’t hear his mentor. He couldn’t hear himself begging to make it stop. Couldn’t smell the metal on his skin, the musky hint of Angeal, couldn’t taste saliva in his own mouth. Zack shook his head in denial when the older man lifted the blindfold up. Sympathy flashed in those dark blue hues, but his new master shook his head and said something before taking the last sense of reality the teen had.
Utter silence… No constant heartbeat, no feeling of blood pulsing through veins. Is Angeal still here? Did he leave or is he watching me? Am I breathing? Am I screaming? I can’t hear anything…
……………………
I can’t last like this for six hours! How long has it been?! Is Angeal here? Did he leave me like this? Am I calling your name or just thinking it? ………
…………………...
…twenty one… Five thousand four hundred and twenty two…. Five thousand four hundred and twenty three... Five thousand four hundred and twenty three… Wait, didn’t I just do that? Damn it! How long has it been?
……………………
AngealangealangealangealpleasemakepleasemakeitstopIcan’ttakeitI’mlosingmyselfwhereareyoupleasepleasepleasesavepleasemepleasemasterplease! Helpmehelpmehelpme…
……………………
Time didn’t exist. Mercy didn’t exist. Zack was lost. Only darkness.... Only nothing… Stretching on forever and ever…
……………………
Green tendrils weaving and dancing, restless and undivided, twistingtwirlingtwisting…
……………………
……………………
……………………
Feeling…? Wetness? Against a face? My face? Soft noises… A voice? Gentle. Good. Salvation. Everything…
“Easy, puppy. Take it slowly…” Angeal whispered, lowering the exhausted body to the soft carpet, ungloved hand wiping the tears away from pale skin. Watching Zack over six hours was agony for the taller man. The teen had screamed, mostly his name, thrashed in his bonds, laughed manically, and cried like a being that had nothing at all left in him. When the shackles were released, Zack struggled feebly but was too weak to move, so Angeal drew the limp body to him, alarmed when fresh tears soaked the blindfold that he removed right away.
Broken blue eyes flooded with tears gazed up at Angeal, as if drinking the SOLDIER in for the last time. Pain seared in the older man’s chest and he smiled reassuringly, determined to be a pillar of strength for Zack. He leaned back against the wall and held the nude boy close, nuzzling into soft spiky hair, rocking the shuddering youth while murmuring nonsensical words of comfort.
“Mas..ter…” Zack sobbed, tears streaming down his face, “don’t disappear… Please…” Angeal closed his eyes and held his slave to his chest.
“I’m not going anywhere, Zack…” The older man reached beside them and held up a platinum collar with a D link for the youth to see.
“Once I lock this around your neck, puppy, you will be mine, forever. It’s a symbol to others and a gesture of my devotion to you.” Zack tilted his head back, gasping softly when the collar snapped into place, metal seaming together permanently. His tearful eyes met Angeal’s gentle ones.
“You have been so good, pup. Rest now and know you are safe.” The teen didn’t want to close his eyes. Doing that would cut off his vision, but they still fell shut and the SOLDIER was pulled into peaceful slumber, cradled in his master’s protective embrace.
To be continued...
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