100 Themes Challenge

Author: RubberDuckyPinwheels AKA TynDawn
Pairing(s): Insinuated Angeal x Zack, Zack x Cloud
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Square-Enix and do not own any of the mentioned characters, places, etc… and am merely borrowing them for entertainment purposes and will return them in mint condition back to the shelf from whence they came.
Theme: Break away
Author’s Notes: Wow, I’ve been gone for long and have lost all of my fans, and now…TIME FOR A COMEBACK!

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A shadow, that’s all that he was, just a shadow of the great man that was leading him.

His leader. His friend. His mentor.

Angeal.

How many years had it been seen Zack had first laid eyes upon the man? Zack could hardly remember that little detail, simply because he had devoted the rest of his memory to every other detail that surrounded their first meeting.

Zack had been several years younger, probably around the age of fifteen. It had occurred just after he’d been accepted into SOLDIER as a third class. It was the middle of Autumn when Zack was called into Director Lazard’s office and informed that he would be under another man’s command from now on, that he was receiving a mentor and that his name would be Angeal. Lazard had told him a few things about the man and his accomplishments and before Zack knew it he was on the edge of his seat and desperate to meet the man that Lazard had spent over an hour rambling about.

Lazard had left the two of them together, allowing them some time to gain a sense of familiarity, allowing them to bond…and oh, did they bond.

Zack could still recall the way that Angeal looked at him, with such curiosity and amusement, even if Zack didn’t see what the big deal was. Only now did Zack know that Angeal was fascinated by Zack’s own naievity, and his child-like nature. Only now did Zack really see that Angeal was fascinated by the qualities that made him seem like such a puppy.

The memories flooded back to him like dreams, even if he was fully awake.

“An…Angeal, we shouldn’t be doing…” Zack had stammered, but Angeal had decided to put an end to it by quickly pushing his lips back over the other’s.

“You worry too much, you really are a child,”

Zack had flushed in embarrassment, knitting his brows and trying to push the older man away, though the move was futile, “I’m not a child! Stop treating me like one!” He complained, not as angry as he tried to pretend.

This move had only made Angeal smile and release the boy, ruffling his hair and letting out a low chuckle, “Meet me tomorrow in the training room, we’ll get started and before you know it, you’ll be a second,”

True to Angeal’s word, it didn’t take Zack long to become a second, however, Zack still didn’t understand why their training sessions seemed to help so much. After all, When Angeal and Zack trained, it had nothing to do with fighting, or so the boy thought.

He was pressed hard against what looked like a beach chair that was set up in Costa del Sol, his breathing heavy as Angeal pressed his lips against Zack’s neck, “I’ll take you here one day…” He said lightly as he ran a hand up the boy’s naked chest, “…and not inside of the SOLDIER training room,” He laughed gently which caused Zack to scowl.

That was one thing that Zack didn’t like about Angeal. He didn’t like that the first class could so calmly and contently tease him like this even when he was riling the boy up to hell and back. Zack didn’t like that he could be so easily turned into a puddle of begging and whimpering goo under the man’s touch even while Angeal sat there and smiled or laughed at him.

“Angeal, Kn…knock it off,” The boy pleaded as Angeal grabbed both of his hands to stop the teen from lowering his swim-trunks.

“But that’s no fun, Zack,” He chided lightly before crushing his lips against the lips of his student, “You shouldn’t tell your teacher how to do his job,”

“Ngh, Ang…” Zack couldn’t say another word as Angeal’s tongue had plunged deeply into his mouth, tasting everything that he could and leaving no crevice untouched. Zack could only purr and try to pull his hands away from the iron grip. He wanted to touch Angeal all over. He wanted to caress his hair and tug on it just to see the older man smirk at him warningly, he wanted to claw his hands into the man’s back and leave his mark, he wanted to hold onto him and never let the first go. Ever.

There was a blur and all Zack could do was scream as the illusion of Costa del Sol faded away and left nothing but Angeal in his field of vision while the man pumped one combat-worn hand up and down the boy’s length. The visors had been thrown away, along with their clothing. The two bodies were left upon the floor of the training room, but after Zack had silently deemed it too hard and cold, Angeal had opted for another way of doing things. Angeal had laid himself upon his back and allowed the boy into his lap, moaning heavily as the boy pressed down against his erection.

Zack whimpered at the feel of a slick erection slipping up against his exposed backside, teasing at him and not yet going inside. In earnest, Zack ground down crying out softly as his chest heaved. Angeal always tried to go so slow during this, gently widening the boy with two fingers and speaking loving words into his ears before he would ever so carefully and slowly guide himself between the boy’s cheeks, pushing himself into that incredible warmth that only the boy could offer him.


A wonderful rhythm was soon to develop and became nothing more but pure and uninterrupted movement as their moans became music for them to dance to. Angeal had the most amazing way of bringing Zack to the brink of ecstasy, lifting him up as high as possible before dropping him off of the steepest cliff, just as he did at this moment, causing Zack to scream and collapse onto the first class SOLDIER.

Perhaps this was why Zack loved him so much, perhaps this was why it was so hard for Zack to get away from him now.

“Don’t you get it Angeal?!” Zack was becoming hysterical and it was plain to see that this was the most painful thing that he’d ever had to go through. “I’m sick of needing you, Angeal! I don’t want you anymore, I don’t need you anymore!”

It broke Angeal’s heart, “Zack, you can’t really mean…”

He was cut off, “I do mean it, I mean all of it,” His voice quavered as his knees shivered beneath him, he had to put a hand to the wall just to hold himself up.

Angeal should have been the angry one, he should have been the one yelling and he should have been the one that was crying, but Zack was. Zack was yelling and crying and he was the angry one.

“Why can’t you get it Angeal, I don’t want you,”

“Zack…” Angeal had stepped closer, “I don’t want you to leave me,” He lifted a hand and pressed it to the boy’s cheek, but Zack slapped it away.

“No! Don’t touch me like that. Why aren’t you mad at me?!” Zack pushed his hands into his own hair, tugging in frustration, “You just caught us Angeal, you just caught me sleeping with Cloud! Just yell at me already and tell me that you don’t want me,” He pleaded now, head spinning as he fell to his knees, but Angeal caught him and dragged a now sobbing Zack to his chest.

Zack was right, Angeal should have been angry.

But it was all part of Zack’s plan. Zack wanted to be caught. It’s not that Zack had been using Cloud, never, he’d never use Cloud. But it just worked out so perfectly. The two of them had been spending time together behind Angeal’s back, becoming closer and becoming more than friends and then on the perfect day, Angeal had come to see Zack without calling him first.

Angeal had caught the two entwined together, watching as Cloud had wrapped his legs around Zack’s waist, pulling the dark-haired male deeper into him and crying out the second class’s name as Zack bit passionately against his neck. Angeal only stood in the corner as they drove each other into madness before screaming out each other’s names with such ferocious passion that Angeal had never known.

Why? Why did Cloud get to hear Zack scream out for him like that when Angeal never had. Zack had sounded so beautiful screaming out Cloud’s name.

That was why Angeal couldn’t get angry at him.

Angeal knew that it was over, but he was fighting it. Angeal knew the two belonged together, but, he didn’t want to give Zack up yet.

“Zack…I’m not mad…” He whispered soothingly into Zack’s ear as he stroked his hair, but Zack retaliated and pushed out of his arms, falling to the ground.

“Stop it!” Zack yelled hard at him, annoyance ebbing at his core as he desperately wiped his hands over his eyes, “Just get mad at me, Angeal, just once…” He lowered his head and brought his legs to his chest, “Please…please…just tell me….tell me that you hate me,” His anger had dropped and was reduced into sadness and pitiful pleading.

Angeal dropped to one knee. Slowly, he began to understand.

Lifting Zack’s head, Angeal managed to knit his brows silently, giving a hesitant look of distaste before he tugged Zack’s head back, hitting it softly against the wall before he dived down and caught those lips with his own, kissing him hard and rough as the boy’s eyes watered. Angeal pulled away, and without another word, he moved to his feet.

“I can never hate you, Zack…” The first said it calmly as he turned to face his back towards Zack, “No matter what you do, you know that I can’t hate you, and that’s what’s bothering you…isn’t it?”

Zack swallowed and couldn’t answer.

That was it, that was exactly the way that it was and Zack couldn’t deny it anymore.

Pushing himself to his feet, Zack stumbled around the corner that was opposite of Angeal, he ran down the hallway, searching for something, for anything to help him get away.

His head was spinning and aching and tears were falling from his eyes as his heart pounded in his ears.

‘…I love you, Zack,’

‘I’ll take you here one day…’

‘…You’re a little more important than my sword,’

‘Just a little…’

‘…I love you,’

‘…Zack…’

“Zack?!”

A new voice joined the sounds of Angeal’s voice that kept playing through his head. Zack hadn’t realized that he’d gone crashing right into the blond’s arms, holding onto him tight and pressing his face against the other’s chest.

“Cloud….Cloud….”

He repeated like a mantra, holding the boy with such a tight grip that Cloud nearly feared for his ribs shattering in his chest.

“Zack? Zack what’s wrong?” Cloud was panicked, that much was true and easy to notice, but Zack had a difficult time answering through his sobs as he fell to his knees and pulled Cloud down with him.

“I…I want to get away from him…” Zack’s eyes shut tight as his chest heaved from the force of his crying, “…But I can’t!” His knuckles went white as he gripped the back of Cloud’s shirt, “I can’t ever get away from him…I can’t,”

Cloud held onto the older male, running a hand over his hair and holding him tightly as he closed his eyes, “It’s alright…Zack, it’s alright,”

Zack looked up and he could have sworn that at that very moment the face that looked down at him wasn’t the angelic face of the blond, but was instead the face of that man that he just couldn’t escape from.

To escape.

To evade.

To flee.

To avoid.

To break away.

It’s all that Zack wanted, but it was the one thing that he just couldn’t have.