Zack Fair's Hentai Life

Alcohol was prohibited on base, but that hadn't stopped an enterprising young man from setting up a bar in a disused storage shed at the very back of the most remote training field. It wasn't open to just anyone; invitation or personal recommendation only. In order to keep operating, it had to be kept secret, and as long as it remained secret, the officers turned a blind eye to the activities within. Most officers frequented the bar and it was Angeal who had first taken Zack although he had been back a number of times, usually with one of his lovers if not Angeal. His face was known and he easily gained entry despite being alone on this occasion.

"Hey Zack," a friendly face grinned at him, handed over a newly opened bottle of beer and looked behind Zack. "You're on your own?"

"Thanks. Yeah, everyone's busy."

"Aw, isn't that a shame?" the man said, without a trace of pity. "Y'know if you're feeling lonely..."

"You propositioning me, Reno?"

"Don't I always?"

Although the Turk was tolerated by the SOLDIERs who frequented his bar, no-one fully trusted Reno. They couldn't, Angeal had explained to Zack one night; a Turk would sell out his grandmother if it was to his benefit. And then he'd boast about it. Never trust a Turk, that was what Angeal had said, but he'd never said not to fuck a Turk, had he?

Reno had always flirted with Zack as he served drinks with a lewd smile and an even lewder vocabulary. He was similar to Zack in age, but years ahead in experience. Zack saw a chance and decided to take it.

"You do," Zack said, pausing to take a swig of his drink. "What if I said yes, I am lonely?"

He lowered his bottle and raised his gaze to meet Reno's. The Turk smirked back at him, clearly interested.

"What do you have in mind?"

"What's on offer?"

The two young men stared at each other, one inexperienced and uncertain about what he wanted and the other, worldly-wise and full of ideas.

"Hmm, well Zack, the truth is," Reno leaned over towards Zack and waggled his eyebrows. "I'm already committed to spending time with someone tonight, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind you tagging along. If you think you could handle something like that?"

Zack's stomach lurched and his cock twitched at the idea of a threesome. He'd wondered about suggesting such a thing to Angeal, maybe with Genesis as their third, but had never quite worked up the courage to do so. Now, there was Reno offering him the perfect opportunity. Without even thinking of asking the identity of the third person - knowing Reno, they could have been male or female - Zack readily agreed.

"That sounds like fun. Count me in!"

If there was one thing worse than a Turk, it was two Turks, and that's just what Zack ended up with. Handing over the reins of his bar to a trustworthy colleague - or at least, someone who would surrender most of the profits and not destroy the place - Reno led Zack through the SOLDIER compound and into ShinRa Tower itself. Although Zack was familiar with parts of the building, the canteen and SOLDIER floors specifically, he had never ventured onto the residential floors. This was where the bigwigs had their apartments. People right at the top of the food chain and those fortunate enough to have power or standing within the company. People like Sephiroth and the newly-appointed head of the Turks, Tseng.

"Hey boss," Reno grinned, grabbing Zack and pushing him into the stylish apartment. "Brought a friend. Hope you don't mind."

"You're a SOLDIER?" Tseng eyed Zack warily and received a nod in reply. "Name?"

"Zack Fair, sir."

Tseng's eyes widened in recognition.

"Hewley's student?" Tseng's emphasis on student didn't go unmissed. Was there anyone who didn't know about his relationship with Angeal? "I've heard a lot about you."

Zack saw the look that Tseng and Reno shared and immediately knew the source of Tseng's information. So, Reno had been talking about him. Zack was flattered.

"That's me," he said, giving Tseng a broad grin. "All good, I hope."

With a sideways glance at Reno, making himself comfortable on the sofa, Tseng gestured for Zack to do the same.

"Drink?" he asked, walking through to his kitchenette and removed a bottle of clear spirits from the freezer. He took three shot glasses from the cupboard and, without waiting for Zack's reply, filled them with the chilled alcohol. "I can assure you, Zack, everything I've heard about you is good. Reno speaks highly of you."

Tseng placed the glasses, along with the bottle, onto a silver tray and carried it through to the livingroom and set it down on the coffee table. He passed one glass to Reno, one to Zack and kept the third to himself. He toasted them before draining his glass and pouring another. Reno followed suit and Zack did the same. The alcohol burned his throat, less so with the second and with the third, he felt nothing other than a pleasant buzz. There was activity to his left and Zack turned his head to see Tseng leaning down, kissing Reno deeply.

"Wow," Zack breathed, thoroughly captivated by the sight. "That's hot."

Pulling back from the kiss, Tseng smirked at Reno then looked up at Zack.

"Feel free to jump in."

He needed no further encouragement. With all the enthusiasm of a child at a carnival, Zack lunged forward and situated himself between the two Turks, leaning up to kiss Reno. The kiss was incredible, every bit as good and sexy as Zack expected it to be. Reno's tongue stroked along the roof of his mouth as Tseng's mouth latched onto his neck. It was like being molested by an octopus as two pairs of hands ran over his body. One hand tugged his shirt out of his trousers, another ran fingers through his hair, a third cupped his erection and massaged and the fourth stroked its way over his nipples.

The journey from sofa to bed took very little effort; Zack followed Tseng and Reno’s lead, still very much the focus of their attentions. They moved with practiced coordination, leaving Zack with the distinct impression that he wasn't the first to be invited to their bed. Not that he minded in the least, he was just happy to be there.

In the bedroom, Reno made quick work of removing his and Zack's clothes. Tseng was a little more reserved, happy to watch as Reno plundered Zack's mouth and groped him. Zack hadn't been with anyone quite like Reno; he was a wildcat! Neither his tongue nor his hands lingered in one spot for long, quickly flitting around to taste and touch somewhere new. He pulled Zack towards the bed, falling backwards so they both toppled over onto the softly welcoming mattress.

"You know what to do," Reno purred in his ear, spreading his legs for Zack to settle between them. "Don't you?"

"Y-yeah."

While Zack prepared Reno, Tseng did the same for him. Long fingers pressed into him, twisting and stroking as they worked to stretch him. Underneath, Reno writhed, as vocal with his pleas and demands as Tseng was silent. They were so different from each other, Zack mused as he was rolled onto his side with Reno in front and Tseng behind. Few words had passed between them, certainly nothing which could be considered conversation, but their intentions were clear.

With a shuddering groan, Zack pushed his erection against Reno's hole and slowly slipped inside. Being relatively new to this particular activity, he still had to pause and catch his breath before continuing. It was Tseng who spurred him onwards, firmly grasping Zack’s hips and forcing them into a gentle rocking movement. Before he could protest that he wasn't ready, his breath was stolen away from him as Tseng took him in the same way.

Between the Turks, buried in one while the other was buried in him, Zack thought he'd lose his mind over the dual assault on his senses. Tseng set the pace from behind and Reno, in perfect tandem with his superior, kept it up in front. There was little for Zack to do but lie there and enjoy the ride. Tight heat around his cock combined with Tseng's relentless pounding into his ass brought about an orgasm so intense that, after the first sparks of bright light behind his eyes, there was nothing but darkness and sheer, unadulterated ecstasy. It was all-consuming, rendering thought impossible. All he was aware of was his body’s pleasure and three distinct pulses; three shared climaxes.

Slaking their thirsts with the remainder of the alcohol, the three men curled around each other, sharing kisses and petting each other. For the life of him, Zack could not remember why Angeal had told him to stay away from Turks; they were fun!