What Lies Within

Chapter Nine

When Zack awoke, he found himself curled against Angeal’s chest, the clock reading that it was early morning of the last day of his training. Blue eyes blinked when he felt the dildo still deep inside him, locked securely in place by the knot. A deep chuckle brought the boy out of his reverie and Zack looked up into dark blue mako eyes.

“Finally awake, pup?” Angeal questioned, a hand immediately burying into his soft spikes soothingly. Zack shivered and smiled, nodding.

“I…passed out?” The teen guessed with a confused look. Another chuckle from the other man made him blush.

“I told you your frustration would be worth it, pup. I don’t lie.” His master murmured, humming lowly when Zack laid his head back against his chest. They stayed like that for awhile, enjoying each other’s company in silence. A wave of doubt suddenly flooded through Zack and he raised his head to look into Angeal’s midnight blue eyes.

“Have… Have you ever had a slave before me, Master?” Zack asked in a soft tone. Those mako eyes locked with his.

“I have had a handful of subs, but you are my first slave, pup. I intend to keep you.” Angeal told him, smiling a little when a pleased look entered the eyes that had been fearful just seconds earlier.

“I’m glad you are my Master…” Zack said softly and Angeal’s expression became gentle.

“Why is that, pup?”

“Why do you want to keep me?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question, Zack. It’s unbecoming.” Both of them stared at each other for a few moments before dissolving into helpless laughter. Angeal loved the way the boy laughed, it was honest and musical, something that could truly be appreciated. When the laughter ebbed into Zack’s giggling against Angeal’s chest, the long haired man asked a question that the teen found random.

“What?”

“I asked you if you ever thought of piercing your ear, maybe the left one.” Angeal rubbed the soft lobe in between two fingers, feeling the softness there. Zack blinked.

“Well, a few times, but I never got around to it…” Zack didn’t want to say he was a little afraid. He didn’t like pain very much. The SOLDIER considered him for awhile.

“Do you want me to pierce it, pup?” Angeal asked and the spiky haired youth’s eyes widened.

“You would…want to?”

“It would be a pleasure. It would be another mark that you are mine and it would show that you trusted me.” Angeal told the smaller SOLDIER and Zack felt himself blushing again. He liked the collar, so why wouldn’t he want another mark of Angeal’s ownership of him? It would hurt, but it would make his master happy…

“Okay… Please, pierce me.” Zack whispered, nuzzling into the broad chest of the man who owned him. The hand on his hair paused and then lowered to stroke his back, rubbing at the tension there.

“Are you sure, pup?” Zack nodded and was a little disappointed when Angeal got up and dialed on his cell phone. The teen laid his head against the pillows and frowned in confusion.

“Yes, may I speak to Rude?” There was a pause and a soft chuckle.

“Reno, I know your Dom is up at this time. Don’t make me tell him you are being disrespectful…” Zack’s eyes widened when he heard a distinctive squeak over the line. Reno and Rude, as in the Turks? They were into this too?

“Rude, this is Angeal. I was wondering if you could send your Sub on a quick delivery assignment.” Angeal’s eyes flickered over to Zack briefly.

“I need your piercing kit and no one has seen my slave for a week. Reno would be perfect to ease Zack’s worries.” The teen flushed at being revealed as a slave to the Turk but when Angeal offered him the phone, he took it timidly.

“…Hello?”

“Don’t sound so frightened, little one. You should be proud to have Angeal as your Master. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” A deep voice that he knew belonged to Rude informed him. Zack’s blue eyes widened and then gentled.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m not ashamed of Angeal at all. It’s just…”

“You don’t know how others will react, is that right? You shouldn’t care, but I guess it’s logical to be afraid of new things.” Rude reasoned.

“Right.”

“Reno and I will be coming over shortly with my kit. We also will be staying to help you become used to people in your new state. Slaves usually have it worse than Subs because they take that drug for their initiation.” The bald headed Turk told the teen. Zack blinked, flushing when he realized he was naked, collared, and had a plug inside him. It wasn’t exactly the state he wanted to see other people in.

“Okay…” He found himself saying and he handed the phone back to Angeal when Rude asked. They ended their conversation and Angeal looked down at Zack to find him trembling.

“Puppy? What’s wrong?” The older SOLDIER took the lithe teen into his arms. Zack sobbed, burying his head into the man’s shoulder, clinging to him.

“I agreed with Rude…” Angeal frowned in confusion.

“I agreed with him, even though we’re going to meet and I’m naked. Why did I do that?” The ebony haired teen asked, looking up with distressed blue eyes. Those dark blue eyes softened and a hand ran through his spikes.

“Every Dom uses a tone of voice that Subs instinctually react to. You are not obligated to obey other Doms, since you are mine. You are allowed to defy them, Zack. Do you understand?” Angeal asked, looking intently into the glowing eyes of his slave. Zack blinked.

“I’m allowed?” The older man nodded.

“You are to be respectful, but if they say or do something you don’t like, you are to come to me. Understand?” Zack nodded and then blinked, smiling as understanding entered his expression.

“You’re using the tone right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Pup, are you more upset about agreeing with Rude without thinking, or is it that you don’t want to be around someone else?” Angeal watched that familiar red tinge spread across the boy’s face as he struggled to answer.

“I don’t want to see anyone when naked…”

“Why is that?”

“Because only you should see me naked…” Zack answered with a pout, knowing the answer sounded absolutely virgin and old fashioned.

“That’s a good answer, puppy…” Angeal told the clinging teen, smiling down at him. He laid Zack back onto the bed and stood, getting a 1st Class uniform out of his closet and dressing in it, leaving the armor and gear off. Zack’s 2nd Class uniform was taken from the closet and placed on the bed next to the teen. The youth blinked at it, not having seen it for a week.

“Dress yourself, pet.” Angeal murmured quietly, blue eyes on the teen. Zack stood up from the bed and let out a quiet sound when the plug shifted inside him. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just weird. Putting the uniform back on made Zack feel a little like himself again, but the collar and dildo reminded him of what had changed. He belonged to Angeal and that made him feel happy. The collar was a reminder of that. The dildo was stretching him to eventually be claimed by the older man. Those changes weren’t that bad, Zack reasoned. Arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind and the teenager blinked, looking to the side at the mirror, seeing himself in his master’s arms in his 2nd Class uniform.

“You are a SOLDIER, Zack. I’ll never forget it. But you are also mine. So I will protect you with my strength when your own fails you. When we are on missions, use your instincts as a fighter first. Just because you are a slave doesn’t mean you need to forget what you are. You are still Zack.” Angeal told him softly. Tears bit at the 2nd Class’s vision and Zack turned in his mentor’s embrace, rising onto his toes in order to close the distance the difference in height made. His master made a soft noise of surprise when Zack’s lips pressed to his, the first sign of affection the boy had offered him. Slim muscular arms wrapped around the SOLDIER’s neck and Zack parted his lips against Angeal’s, tongue lapping pleadingly against the taller man’s. A moan answered him and Angeal’s tongue delved deep into the teen’s mouth, tasting the boy’s sweet flavor and holding him close. Zack felt like they were both flying, the world didn’t exist. It was just him and his master, making slight noises of pleasure as they kissed passionately.

“Are we interrupting something?” Zack gasped and pulled away from Angeal, fear flooding his system. The red haired Turk’s green eyes widened when the slave whimpered and tried to run, but couldn’t because of firm arms around his waist.

“Reno…” Rude sighed in exasperation, hitting his Sub upside the head none-to-gently for his ‘elegance’.

“Shhh, pup. You are safe. You knew they were coming. Shhh…” Angeal crooned, holding onto his slave until the struggling ceased. Wide mako eyes fixed on Reno and Rude as Zack tried to control his frantic breathing. He had known they were coming, why was he so frightened? Rude nodded when the boy calmed, dark eyes watching from behind dark shades.

“You were wise to invite us over, Angeal. He wouldn’t have been able to adjust if you just sent him to classes.” Rude slowly made his way over to them, pausing minutely every time Zack began hyperventilating. Reno followed a few paces behind and offered Zack an easy smile.

“Don’t be scared of us, yo. Nobody would hurt you with Angeal as your Master.” The red head offered, hoping to comfort the confused teen. Zack blinked.

“He’s right, little one. Someone would have to be insane to cross a possessive dominant.” Rude added, sitting the piercing kit on the bed. Zack tilted his head.

“Why..?” Reno grinned.

“Doms raise hell in all sorts of ways. BDSM is a second nature in Shinra, so messing with someone else’s property basically drops the gauntlet. If the damage is severe, they have been known to kill.” The red head didn’t seem at all uneasy about admitting this, so the spiky haired teen relaxed a little against Angeal, laying his head on the unarmored shoulder. Would Angeal kill for him? It seemed unlikely, but the idea made him feel reassured. Who would cross a 1st Class?

“It’s alright, puppy.” Angeal murmured and Zack nodded.

“Weren’t we here to witness some piercing? Get on with it!” Reno winced when Rude delivered a smack to his buttocks.

“Don’t order a Dom around, Reno. You know better.” Rude murmured, suppressing a rare smile. Zack smiled at Reno and the fiery teen returned it, glad to see that the slave was getting used to them. Angeal released the youth and sat on the bed, looking through the kit Rude had sat down. Reno circled Zack and then grinned, fingering the leather collar around his own neck.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Zack blinked and then lowered the neck of his sweater down, showing the other his platinum collar. The Turk whistled.

“Wow, that’s classy! Isn’t that one of those Eternity collars that can’t come off?” Rude nodded at his Sub and Reno gaped, causing Zack to smile. It wasn’t so bad, being around other people as a slave. His master was right, he was still Zack. He just belonged to Angeal now.

“Come here, pup.” Angeal commanded, motioning to his lap and making a pleased noise when Zack straddled his lap as indicated. One of the muscular arms curled around his slim waist to steady him as Angeal held up the piercing gun for Zack to see.

“The pain will be brief, Zack… Tilt your head and hold onto me.” Angeal smiled gently as the boy tilted his head to expose his left ear with a pensive expression, clinging to the larger man.

“Shhh, puppy… It will only hurt a little and then it will be over. You’re doing so well.” The blue eyes closed as the gun was placed around his lobe, the needle teasingly scraping the skin as if promising the pain. Zack began shaking and opened his mouth to protest, but the brush of Angeal’s lips against his own stopped him, making him gasp.

The gun clicked quickly shut, the sharp needle piercing the lobe and leaving a silver stud in the teen’s left lobe.

To be continued...

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