Zack Fair's Hentai Life

Maybe it wasn’t the best way to proposition the general of SOLDIER, Zack mused as he awaited Sephiroth’s answer, but it was the only way he could think of. He had though about it long and hard, discarding his first few ideas as suicidal, the next few as the best way to get discharged on grounds of dubious mental health and the rest as just plain impractical. Of all his plans, this seemed to be the best. Only when it came to setting things in motion did he have second thoughts but it was too late to back out.

“Excuse me?” Sephiroth asked, sounding as uncertain as a man in his position allowed himself to. “You want to do what to my what?”

“Genesis said…”

“What does Genesis have to do with it?”

“Everything, Sir. He told me that you have issues with intimacy-“

“He said that?”

“Yes, Sir, and he also said that, how did he put it?” Zack scratched the back of his head. “Ah yes, he said you could do with ‘a proper seeing-to’, to loosen you up.”

A deathly silence descended upon the room and Zack swallowed hard, fearing for his life. Sephiroth peered at him curiously and Zack subconsciously straightened his shoulders, trying to look like the part of a perfect SOLDIER. After what felt like an eternity, Sephiroth finally spoke again.

“Are you some sort of expert on the subject?”

“No, Sir! But I have been receiving some tuition from Genesis. Angeal too, of course.”

“Of course.”

“I’m eager to put into practice what I’ve learned,” Zack finished with a leer. “Sir.”

“And what have you learned?”

“Lots, Sir, if you know what I mean?”

“Apparently I don’t.”

“Ah, no. Well,” Zack counted on his fingers as he listed what he had been taught by his various lovers. “Angeal was my first – in all senses – and he taught me how to masturbate with a vibrator and he introduced me to anal sex. That was good,” Zack smiled wistfully at the memory. “Kunsel and Genesis both helped me perfect my manual and oral techniques and I’m well on my way to mastering deep throat.”

He wouldn’t have believed it possible if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, but Sephiroth paled as Zack recounted his list of abilities. Questioning again the wisdom behind his offer, Zack tried to hold onto the possibility that Sephiroth might actually accept it, rather than the probability that he would never see the light of day again.

“I want to make sure I have this clear, SOLDIER,” Sephiroth said slowly, leaning forward in his chair and placing his hands flat on his desk. “You are offering to fuck me. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What makes you think I would settle for the role of,” he paused, cleared his throat and continued. “Bottom?”

“Genesis, Sir.”

“Genesis?”

“Yes, Sir. He said you would be perfectly suited for that position, Sir.”

For just a second, Sephiroth’s eyes widened, then he adopted his usual poker face.

“Genesis said that, did he? I see,” he sighed. “And you have some experience in being on top, as it were?”

“Not exactly, but I’ve paid close attention to what Angeal does and I’m sure that if you just give me a chance, I can prove to you that I know what I’m doing and-“

“Very well.”

“-I’ll make it enjoyable for you, Sir. I know I’m asking a lot of you and I’ll understand if you choose to run me through with that big-“

“I said, very well.”

“-Sword of yours if you want but…” Zack blinked. “What?”

“I’ll let you bang my ass, as you so very eloquently put it.”

“O-okay, Sir. Where? When?”

Pushing back his chair, Sephiroth stood up and motioned to the couch on the far wall of his office, the one he had been gifted by the President, only so the man could rest his enormous backside upon it when he deigned to visit the general of his forces.

“No time like the present. You have come prepared, I assume?”

Like any good Moogle Scout, Zack knew to always be prepared, especially since Angeal had a habit of cornering him in the shower after training sessions. Proudly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a half-empty bottle of lubricant.

“Of course, Sir.”

“Good. Then how do you want me?”

Suddenly unable to breathe, let alone think, Zack’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Sephiroth removing his armour and letting his coat slip from his shoulders. Until that moment, Zack didn’t think he had a poetic bone in his body but seeing Sephiroth even only partially naked, made Zack want to write odes to his beauty. Desperate to touch and too scared to move, he could only watch as Sephiroth’s hands worked on his buckles and belts, sliding each one through his fingers as he removed it. The sight was perfection itself and Zack prayed to every deity he could think of that this wasn’t a dream, although he could only think of one: Tonberry Knight who wasn’t even a god, rather, Zack’s favourite comic book hero as a child. Still, he hoped it would work nevertheless.

“Doesn’t this act require the both of us?”

At the sound of Sephiroth’s voice, tinged with amusement, Zack was brought back to reality.

“Yes, yes of course, Sir.”

He undressed faster than he had ever done before, dropping his clothes into an untidy heap in the middle of Sephiroth’s office. Sephiroth had folded his clothes neatly and placed them on his desk. Wondering if he should do the same, Zack started to reach for the pile only to be stopped by the sound of Sephiroth’s trousers hitting the floor. From this vantage point, he could see only legs and ass, and a small whimper escaped him. How could he, Zack Fair – ordinary and plain and young and inexperience and stupid – even hope to satisfy this god-like creature? He was beside himself with nerves. Then Sephiroth turned around.

“Woah! What did they feed you as a child?”

“The usual nutritional supplements. Why?”

Zack pointed at Sephiroth’s groin.

“That’s not a penis, Sir,” He exclaimed in awe. “That’s a very close relative of the Midgar Zolom!”

“Thank you,” Sephiroth replied with a very slight bow. “But if you don’t mind? I have to attend a meeting very shortly.”

Nodding eagerly, Zack grabbed his bottle of lube and approached the general.

“It would probably be more comfortable if you kneeled on the sofa, Sir.”

Doing as Zack suggested, Sephiroth made himself comfortable and presented his backside to Zack. Zack coated his fingers and reached out to part Sephiroth’s buttocks so he could gain access to his anus.

“I’m going to try my best to make this good for you, Sir.”

Carefully recalling everything Angeal did to him to ease his way, Zack prepared Sephiroth with shaking hands. Wiggling his fingers around inside, he tried to locate the part of his anatomy that Zack knew from personal experience, made this all the more pleasurable. When Sephiroth let out a shuddering groan, unlike any sound Zack had ever heard him make before, he knew he’d hit the mark. Deeming Sephiroth to be ready, he slicked his cock and braced himself for entry.

“I’m going to put it in now, Sir.”

He shifted his hips forward, encountering little resistance. It wasn’t like anything he had ever felt; the warmth was reminiscent of a mouth and the lubricant made Sephiroth’s passage moist and welcoming, but the tightness around his cock was like Angeal’s fist around him, only much, much better. Halfway in, he had to pause and catch his breath. It felt too good; his body wanted him to carry on but he knew if he did, this would be over before it had really started.

To take his mind off his own potential loss of control, he reached around and took Sephiroth’s erection into his hand, once again marvelling at its size. He was glad to be on top; he didn’t think he would be able to accept the general, not without a lot of practice. Sliding his hand up and down Sephiroth’s cock, he couldn’t help the way his hips bucked, and gave up trying to control his urges.

It was hard and fast, and over too quickly. Before he knew what was happening, Zack was crying out and emptying himself into Sephiroth. The way the general clenched and unclenched his muscles around Zack’s pulsating cock, milking it dry, made Zack’s orgasm all that much sweeter. A strong hand closed around his and between them, they worked to bring about Sephiroth’s climax.

Afterwards, as Zack lounged on the sofa, watching Sephiroth dress and grinning stupidly to himself, a thought occurred to him.

“Genesis lied, didn’t he Sir? You don’t really have intimacy issues.”

“Indeed I do not, SOLDIER. But feel free to use that excuse again should the mood take you.”

“Oh, I will, Sir. I will.”