Zack Fair's Hentai Life

Zack feared that his activities had caught up with him at last, when he was summoned to the SOLDIER Director’s office one day after training. Gossip tended to spread easily and Zack was sure that word had got back to Lazard that he was working his way through ShinRa’s finest. He wondered what the punishment was for promiscuity; doubtful it would merit discharge, but he might be shipped off to Hojo’s laboratories for a little corrective therapy or castration or something equally as unpleasant. With trepidation, he approached Lazard’s secretary to announce his arrival.

“That’s fine, Zack,” the woman smiled at him. “He’s expecting you so go right in.”

Returning the smile with one of his own, Zack thanked her and entered Lazard’s office.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?”

“Sit,” without looking up from his screen, Lazard waved his hand in the direction of the chair on the opposite side of the desk to where he sat. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

He had only met the director a couple of times before, so he took this opportunity, while the man’s attention was elsewhere, to have a proper look at the person who held even Sephiroth’s future in his hands. Zack thought he was attractive, in a frail sort of way, like he might break if touched. His hair shone in the afternoon sun which streamed in through the large window behind, giving him an almost angelic appearance. His choice of outfit was different to what Zack was used to, but since he spent most of his time in uniform, surrounded by other men in uniform, he knew he was in no position to comment on fashion. The gloves though, they puzzled him.

Zack’s attention was diverted away from Lazard’s curious dress sense when the director cleared his throat and addressed him.

“You may not be aware of this, Zack, but I have been following your progress with great interest. It seems that your superior officers have nothing but good things to say about you.”

Zack tried to hold back his beaming smile.

“Really, Sir?”

“Oh yes,” Lazard tapped a few keys on his keyboard and peered at his screen. “Sephiroth’s report says that you are bold and willing to take a chance on your instincts which have, so far, proved to be very reliable. Genesis believes you have learned almost everything you need to know and you will be a valuable asset to the department. High praise indeed, considering the source,” Lazard chuckled and continued. “And of course Angeal’s reports have always been very favourable. You’re a good student, you work hard and you’ve mastered every technique he has taught you. You should be proud of yourself, SOLDIER. Even Tseng of the Turks has whispered in my ear that you are a credit to the department.”

The praise from the director made Zack’s heart swell. All of his hard work had paid off; this surely meant promotion.

“However…”

That didn’t sound good. Not good at all. Instead of a bubble of pride in his chest, Zack felt a gurgle of doubt in his stomach.

“Sir?”

“As much as I would like to offer you promotion based solely on these reports, I feel it is only appropriate – no, necessary – to judge your skills for myself.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Zack grinned once more. The director merely wanted to see for himself that the reports were true. Understandable, Zack supposed. The fate of SOLDIER depended upon the decisions made by its director and so it stood to reason that, before bestowing the highest rank upon a potential candidate, Director Lazard would wish to see that SOLDIER in action. Plus, it was an excellent opportunity to show off, something Zack was always happy to do.

“I’d be delighted to give you a demonstration, Sir.”

“Excellent. Then, Zack,” Lazard sat back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Zack glanced around. Lazard’s office was modestly furnished but there certainly wasn’t enough space for Zack to fully display his abilities with a sword and the use of material was definitely out. He looked at the director, confused by the request.

“Here, Sir?”

“Please.”

“But,” he gestured around the room. “There isn’t much room. I’d hate to damage anything.”

The two men looked at each other, both wearing almost identical expressions of bewilderment. Lazard broke the shared gaze, realisation passing over his face.

“Ah, I fear I have not made myself clear, Zack. I apologise. No, I do not wish to test your battle skills; your instructors have made your accomplishments in that field very clear. I refer to your other abilities, the ones which have won you so much approval from the likes of Sephiroth and Genesis.”

“You mean…?”

When Lazard said nothing in response, Zack fidgeted in his seat. Seconds ticked by and still Lazard remained silent, eyes focused upon Zack. Slowly, the meaning of his words sank in and Zack understood why he had been summoned. So, his secret had reached the ears of the director.

“What exactly would you have me do, Sir?”

The prospect of being with Lazard wasn’t unappealing, but up until that moment, Zack hadn’t considered the director as anything other than The Boss. His earlier assessment of Lazard’s attractiveness took on new meaning in his mind and he realised that, subconsciously anyway, he had already been sizing up Lazard’s suitability as a sexual partner.

“Whatever you would like to do. The floor, as it were, is yours.”

Lazard had given him free rein to do whatever he wished. Flipping through is repertoire of fantasies, he disregarded some as impractical – Lazard probably didn’t have a twin brother – and others as too dangerous – materia couldn’t really be used in place of love beads, could it?

“Anything, Sir?”

“Anything, Zack. I’m looking for initiative, enthusiasm, inventiveness and imagination. How you demonstrate them is entirely up to you.”

Already, Zack’s body was ready to get to work, his cock quickly hardening to a state where, if he wasn’t careful, he would embarrass himself. The possibilities were endless, but he had to make a decision. There was one thing that Zack had always fancied trying, and Lazard did wear those incredibly sexy glasses…

“Sir, if it’s okay,” he asked hesitantly, pausing to gather his resolve before attempting confidence. “I’d like to come in your face.”

Lazard’s eyebrows shot up and his cheeks pinked. Instantly, Zack feared he’d gone a step too far and had crossed some sort of line.

“Or not! I could do something else, like maybe I could suck your cock or let you fuck me.”

“Hmm,” Lazard tapped his finger against his bottom lip. “No, I think your first suggestion will be acceptable, Zack.

Resisting the urge to punch the air, Zack grinned and stood up, walking around Lazard’s desk to stand in front of the director. Could he really do that? Could he really masturbate in front of the Director of SOLDIER and soil his delicate features with his release? His cock throbbed at the prospect; he most certainly could. He unzipped the trousers of his uniform and pulled out his erection. It felt strange to point the tip of his cock at another man’s face but also arousing. With one hand on his dick, he reached out with the other, stopping short of actually touching Lazard’s hair.

“May I?”

Receiving a small nod, Zack sank his hands into Lazard’s silky strands and pressed his fingers against the man’s scalp, massaging gently but not gripping. When Lazard licked his lips and looked up, Zack’s hand started moving over his shaft, almost of its own accord. All other thoughts were driven out of his mind as he focused on Lazard’s face, peering up at him. A slight smirk played on his lips and his spectacles reflected the glare from the overhead lights. The director looked beautiful, Zack mused, working his hand over his cock. Thumbing over the tip, he smeared pre-come over his frenulum, massaging it with the pad. His balls felt tight and he knew his orgasm couldn’t be far off.

“Sir, I’m nearly there. Are you ready?”

Zack nearly came there and then as, with a sigh, Lazard parted his lips and nodded. Never would Zack have expected the director to look as submissive as he did right then, waiting for Zack to decorate his face. Unable to hold on any longer, Zack gave up on trying to hold back and stroked harder. With a shuddering groan, Zack thrust his hips forward and squeezed his cock hard before drawing his hand back quickly and aiming as best he could. Ribbons of come streaked over Lazard’s cheeks, nose, mouth and glasses. A pink tongue slipped out and caught the last few drops of his orgasm and Zack exhaled sharply, struggling to remain upright at the sight of Lazard, gleefully tasting his spunk.

“Very nice,” Lazard said through semen-covered lips. “And congratulations on your promotion, SOLDIER First Class.”