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Pleasure in Closeness	By : wickedorin Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Pleasure in Closeness" and various specific
things about "Pleasure in Closeness" are copyright Orin Drake. Everything
else, including characters and locations and pretty much my soul belong
to Square-Enix, forever, eternally.

        Background:
Written for the ever so talented webmaster of Milk
and Honey, a glorious Sephiroth/Zack shrine that you must visit immediately
upon finishing this. As usually is the case with these things, it
"just kinda happened" so I didn't really expect plot... but I'm
quite happy about it, actually.

Pleasure in Closeness

by Orin Drake

        "Zack.
Stop it."

        A
hushed sort of sound that could only be someone trying not to laugh responded
to the sharp request.

        "Stop
it." He continued to insist.

        More
laugher was barely held back. Breathing was getting harder without
breaking into full-blown hysteria. It was a challenge... the whole
damn thing was a challenge.

        "Zack.
Cease. Now." Not yelling. Certainly not yelling.
But not quiet and calm, either.

        That
was the I-am-seriously-going-to-break-your-arm voice. He knew that
from experience, and luckily not in a more personal sense. He'd been
witness to a stupid, overly cocky cadet who thought he could best the infamous
SOLDIER. Arm broken without so much as a blink, without a single
weapon raised. Zack still cringed when he remembered the sound of
the snapping bone... "Okay. Sorry." Apparently poking
the general's elbow was a definite no-no.

        That
seemed to be that as Sephiroth went back to his pile of pages requiring
signatures. Really, he had no idea why he put up with the mental
patient at his side.

        Being
glanced at from the corner of glowing green eyes, the spiky-haired "mental
patient" grinned brightly. It wasn't every day someone escaped unspoken
threats from the great Sephiroth. Or at least, not every day for
anyone else.

        The
general sighed when the boy refused to find something else to do, a powerful
sound of helpless aggravation. "Why are you always so insistent
on being so close to me?"

        The
complete and honest truth was not an option; but he wasn't one to lie,
either. He pretended to contemplate the question. "I... I like
to be."

        Now
that was a puzzle he could not let go. From the very day they'd been
introduced, Zack seemed to behave as if they were... well, "buddies" was
the only term that came to mind. The actual questioning of
the entire situation had actually taken right up until that moment, it
seemed. "Why?"

        Zack
was a bit surprised to be asked. "I don't know... I just do."
Too serious, too close--the alarms were going off in his head. Distraction,
new subject. "But hey, you've got, like... stress waves coming off
you or something."

        That
managed to be even more puzzling than most of what came out of the youth's
mouth. "Stress... waves..?"

        The
boy smirked. "Well
I can feel your stress from all
the way across the room! You really need to relax."

        The
general scoffed quietly, turning back to his paperwork. "I don't
relax."

        "Yeah,
I know. That's the problem." He knew the suggestion was only
that--a suggestion. Something he really and honestly felt confident
to be true. "Look, why don't you take some time off?"

        "My
time is precious, Zack."

        No
kidding. He kept to himself. "This is what I'm saying!
So you should take some for yourself, huh?" He could already see
Sephiroth coming up with a perfectly logical excuse no to. He'd need
a distraction of some sort. "No, wait... you'd never do it for yourself...
so, here's what's gonna happen. You are going to be at your quarters
in exactly one hour. And I'm going to bring food. And you're
going to sit there, and relax."

        Something
akin to shock passed quickly in the green slitted gaze. "You're actually
serious."

        At
least that wasn't an all-out refusal. Zack latched on to any hope
he may have. "Damn straight I am! We'll be lazy and watch TV
and snack on non-regulation food like normal human beings, okay?"

        There
was a pause, as if he were actually considering the option. "I don't
have a television."

        Zack
made an exasperated motion with his hand and sighed, trying very hard to
hide his elation. It was possible. It was really possible.
"Okay, I'll send one over."

        That
was definitely a look of fear... "'Send... one... over'?"

        Score!
He'd just managed to invite himself over to watch TV with Sephiroth!
Not that he could show his excitement. "Well, I figure the Silver
General gets anything he wants free of charge, right?"

        A
long, cold silence. Unfortunately for Sephiroth, his curiosity was
already too piqued to back away from the unfolding disaster. "Do
not use this to your own advantage."

        "Of
course not, sir." But that grin as he turned and walked away said
otherwise.

        An
hour later. Down to the minute. Probably not down to the second,
because Zack didn't have a watch--but the clocks in the hall were always
perfectly in sync with the other clocks throughout the whole complex.
Shin-Ra-owned buildings were damn freaky like that. He happened to
have seen a delivery vehicle drive away moments before, and hoped very
much that meant there was a television waiting. He'd sure paid enough
for instant delivery.

        --Well,
alright. He hadn't paid. Not that he felt any sense
of guilt about that. The thought painted an even more enormous grin
on his face as he knocked on the door to Sephiroth's quarters.

        Silence.
Utter and complete silence. He knocked again, quite a bit faster.
If he had to march right back to the offices and attempt very earnestly
to drag the general back to where he should have been...

        The
door opened as the rain of knocks increased in volume. Zack very
nearly wound up knocking on the man's chest, which certainly would have
been amusing... right before one or both of his arms was broken.
"You wear that whole uniform in the comfort of your own quarters?"

        "Only
when I am not alone nor comfortable." Sephiroth threw back lightly.

        "Humph."
The boy commented, not at all offended. He walked right past the
general, nearly dragging something behind him.

        The
man watched with a single raised eyebrow. Zack had brought... a bag.
A standard-issue Shin-Ra trooper's equipment bag--clearly not full of standard-issue
equipment. For one, it clinked very loudly when it was set down.
Glass against glass by the sound of it...

        "There's
no drinking on the premises." The general announced flatly, closing
the door.

        "It's
totally for emergencies, only." The youth assured, taking a look
around. Well, the main room was... big. Very big. With
very large windows. One couch. One coffee table. And...
the big-screen TV that had just been installed. Somehow Zack was
pretty sure that the rooms down the hallway were similarly... empty.

        "Emergencies?"
Sephiroth questioned, not entirely convinced.

        "Just
in case there's no other way to get you to relax." The wild-haired
youth had never been so glad in all his life that someone had reacted to
his words by shaking their head and turning away. He sure didn't
want Sephiroth to see the blush lightly crawling across his face.
He couldn't even control his own mouth, apparently.

        "I...
don't usually have anyone over..." the general admitted, quietly.
"I'm not quite certain how to be a decent host."

        "Don't
worry about that." Zack responded brightly. "I'll take care
of it."

        Rather
like watching a magician with a magic hat, Sephiroth stared in wonder as
the boy opened the bag and began to pull out an assortment of snack foods
and sugary drinks that did not seem physically possible to fit into such
a small space. It was... mildly disconcerting.

        Zack
finally realized he was being watched. "You, just sit on the couch
and relax. And I hope you like ranch flavored chips."

        He
felt it safer not to respond. Doing as he'd been asked--or told,
apparently--he mused over the possibility that he'd never actually used
the couch before. It was still perfectly crisp, soft leather.
No cracks, no indentations... no sign it had ever had a use. The
same was true for the wooden coffee table. And, as Zack was about
to find out, the refrigerator.

        The
youth walked out of the kitchen with a surprised look on his face.
"Seph. There's nothing in your fridge. And your cabinets are
full of just-add-water rations."

        The
man nodded, still quite uncertain of whether he ought to speak at all.
He was used to rations; they was perfectly fine for the energy level he
required throughout the day. No use in empty calories.

        "No
one should have to live like that!" Zack cried vehemently. "That's
really the worst kind of torture I can imagine."

        Sephiroth
smirked. "You've obviously never spent several hours at the mercy
of a rambling President Shinra."

        The
youth shuddered. "Alright, fine. But it's not right."
He made a decent attempt at a commanding voice. "You will pick up
a bag of chips and you will completely ruin whatever inhumane Odin-damned
diet they put you on. And then we will watch stupid sitcoms and I
will introduce you to the tooth-melting effects of soda."

        In
any other situation, the general would likely have made a somewhat frightening
reminder of rank with Masamune. Something about the boy, perhaps
his tone or his posture, bade him to do otherwise. Besides, it wasn't
so often someone told him to do something so clearly set against
unspoken rules. It was even a little... well... fun. He regarded
the armload of various junk food bags Zack had dumped on the coffee table,
trying to decide which one might make him feel least nauseous. Cheddar
cheese? Five kinds of ranch? Barbecue? Nacho? Sour
cream and onion?

        "Oh,
just try one of everything." The youth reverted back to his usual
grinning self, pulling bags open at seemingly random and lining them up
on the table.

        Sephiroth
shook his head, unable to stifle a quiet, rare laugh. He'd never
had a visit to his quarters that had been so... casual, before. Actually,
he'd never been around anyone in such a relaxed situation. It was
extremely strange, but... not unwelcome.

        Zack
sat beside him, watching with bright eyes as the general actually managed
to sample a chip from each bag. "Well?"

        "They're
greasy." He responded simply.

        "And?"
the boy prodded.

        "I...
I don't mind them."

        "Great!
TV time!" Zack leapt up to draw the curtains.

        Sephiroth
quickly came to realize why he had never found the need for a television.
Yes, there were silly things, funny things--but most didn't seem to realize
they were silly. Or funny. Or stupid. Zack insisted that
was why they were so much fun to watch, but the general truly wondered.

        Unconsciously,
Zack had gotten a little closer to Sephiroth on the couch during that hour.
It was purely innocent, happening slowly in the process of reaching over
for a chip or a drink of soda. It was also purely by accident that
the youth's hand rested on a knee that was not his own. When the
man very nearly leapt away from him, it gave them both quite a surprise.
Zack made a conscious effort not to blush upon realizing what had happened.
"Sorry. I..."

        It
was strange. Ultimately very, very weird. The boy was so certain
he'd see anger in those otherworldly eyes, but... all he saw was fear and
confusion in the blankness. Something almost felt like it crumbled
in his ribcage; there was such an
ache in that gaze...

        It
was a gamble, the youth knew that--one did not prod at cornered animals--but
he couldn't really find the urge to stop himself. Very, very slowly,
like a man approaching an untamed dog, he reached his hand out, fingers
splayed. He thought he may actually be able to rest it on the man's
knee again, but he flinched at the last second.

        At
that reaction, Zack felt something very heavy in his chest. People
just plain didn't react like that unless something... happened. "Hey,
Seph... it's okay." He tried to soothe, not moving his hand in the
least, allowing it to hover close without touching. "I'm not trying
to hurt you or anything."

        The
general opened his mouth to speak... but nothing came of it. Mouth
closed again, he was otherwise stock-still, eyes wide and posture even
more stiff than normal.

        Things,
little parts of things... were starting to click. Maybe not specifics,
but... enough for the boy to get a blurry picture. Again, he let
his hand get a little closer, slowly, not letting go of the eye contact
he had. He felt only the most minor of motions under his palm as
it finally came to rest on Sephiroth's knee. The first time, it had
been an accident. That time... he was finding it very hard to deny
his inner turmoil. "See? Seriously, it's... it's not a big
deal. It's how people interact, y'know?"

        But
he didn't know. Not like... that... He'd seen
pats on the back and blows exchanged, but not anything so simple as...
that. Seeing the look in the boy's violet eyes go from concern
to something he could only understand as sympathy; he couldn't take that.
He forced his voice to work again. "Zack..."

        The
youth had wanted to throw out a cocky comment, remove his hand,
pretend it hadn't happened--but he
couldn't. For all the cold,
all the cruelty of the "god of war", there was something that nearly felt...
wounded in him. Zack truly did not want that kind of pain in his
friend. "Please, Seph. Please let me. There can be pleasure
in closeness."

        --Whoah.
Wait. That... wasn't quite what he'd wanted to say.
Well, he had wanted to say that, but... not in quite that way.
Yet. He absolutely had no desire to scare the man off. And,
besides... as much as a walking aphrodisiac as Sephiroth was... Zack actually
cared about him. They weren't friends because of his looks or the
boy's somewhat infamous flirtation with anything attractive; he'd really
come to cherish the friendship he had built.

        The
general was looking at him.
Really looking at him, as if trying
to divine all the secrets of the universe in the boy's face.

        It
was really kinda starting to freak him out. "Don't you trust me?"
he joked, trying hard to remove the sudden tension he'd caused with his
big mouth and roaming hand.

        It
didn't work. Or, at least, Sephiroth didn't seem to have understood
what he was trying to do. "I... Z-Zack... I..."

        "Hey,
it's okay. You don't have to answer." The boy grinned mildly,
willing it to be one of those dazzling, shit-eating grins that caused instructors
to cringe.

        The
angry admission that he didn't trust anyone was on Sephiroth's tongue,
but even that was outweighed by his maddening need to understand
just what the hell was going on. "Why are you doing... this?" he
made a small but sweeping gesture with his hand, indicating literally everything.
The friendship, the joking, the idea to relax... everything.

        The
answer came almost too easily from Zack's lips. Nothing but honesty.
"'Cause you damn well need it, of course."

        The
simplicity of the admission... just... did not make sense... "What
do you want from me?"

        It
stung. Not personally, but... he couldn't help but feel an ache with
the question. Did everyone really expect something? Hadn't
anyone ever just spent some time with him? "I don't want anything
from you. I just... I want to show you you don't have to be
so damn jumpy."

        Sephiroth
looked away, not quite understanding. It didn't appear that the boy
was lying... but he couldn't be telling the truth, either. He just...
he couldn't be.

        Zack
took a deep, silent breath--steeling himself against all opposition.
Dammit, he'd already started this... he'd have to finish it, have to prove
that at least the man had one place to go that expected no favors.
"You didn't get enough love as a kid. And you never cuddle.
I get that. But it doesn't
have to be that way." He
sighed, sitting back a little. "I don't know what that fucking crazy
bastard Hojo does to you, and I don't know what Shin-Ra keeps telling you,
but it's not all like that, okay? There is such a thing as
good touching, Seph."

        Part
of him was a little intrigued--but the other part was horrified.
"I can't... I wasn't meant to..."

        The
youth caught on; there was no mention of not wanting what was so
freely being offered. "Everyone is. It's part of what
being human is about. And don't you tell me you're not human,
because I won't believe you." He swallowed, fearful... and only because
he was realizing his libido came second. "I... I mean, I'll... I'd
like to show you. If you'd let me." Uh-oh. Oh no.
Hormones... increasing... brain revolting against common sense... desire
to help becoming a little too helpful... "You can tell me to stop
at any time and I'll never mention it or do it again or... or anything.
You don't even have to look at me again if you don't want. I'll transfer.
I'll leave if you ask me to. Just... let me try to prove it to you."

        Fear,
yes. There was an alien kind of fear clenching at the general's very
core. He didn't like it. He didn't want it. "You should
leave, Zack."

        "Okay."
He held his hands up. "Okay, Seph. But I want you to think
about it. And I mean really think about it. Are you
pushing me away because you really don't want this... or because you're
afraid? 'Cause, dammit, I won't force myself on you and I won't even
come near you if you don't want me around. But I won't let you sit
here and be afraid of human contact for the rest of your life, either."

        Called
out... and he was not pleased about it. "Why, Zack?" he hissed--but
his tone was pleading. "Why would you... why do you bother..?"

        It
was Zack's turn to get a little silent and wide-eyed. "I... It's
'cause I... I just..." He cleared his throat, trying to find his
balls again. "I want you to know. That it's not really
like that, whatever you seem to think. And there's no reason it has
to be. And I... and I want to."

        A
long, steady silence followed. He... didn't seem to be lying, but...
"You want to..?" He shook his head, not really knowing what to ask.
"What is it that you..?" He knew, of course. He knew because...
it was what everyone wanted. But... Zack was... different.
And, if he forced himself to think about it... he'd known that for a while.

        Sephiroth
sighed at last. "You want to." He repeated, softly.

        "Yeah."
Zack assured, scared to death--and not of violence. Not even of rejection,
really. He was just... worried he'd fucked up. Badly.
That he'd wound up scaring the man far more by admitting it, but...
"I want to. But only if you want to. 'Cause you... shouldn't
be... hurt." Why he'd selected that word, he just didn't know.
It had simply come to him.

        Another
silence passed. Long, static... nearly uncomfortable, really.
The general was at war with himself, not knowing if he could trust thought
or instinct... even logic seemed amiss. He couldn't deny curiosity,
though. He was finding it harder and harder to deny... other things
he felt when the boy was around him, as well. When the response came,
it was incredibly quiet. "But... you can't let me hurt you, either."

        The
youth tried very hard to turn that smile into a cocky grin... but he was
pretty sure he failed. And he didn't mind. "Don't worry, Seph.
It's a... it's a good pain, actually. But that's a whole other
lesson."

        There
was a slight upward tug of the man's lips... but he couldn't seem to bring
himself to meet the other's gaze. He was so used to people who'd
tried to use him, only to turn the tables and quite enjoy using them to
suit his own desires... But that was out of anger. Malice.
He felt none of that with Zack... and didn't want to accidentally do something
terrible.

        A
hand slid very lightly on his knee again. "Let go." The youth
whispered gently. "Just let it happen."

        Sephiroth
swallowed, shaking his head. The boy just didn't understand.
"I can't let go..."

        There
was more understanding in that statement than Zack really cared to admit
to. Well, time to fess up about one thing he could get into a lot
of trouble for. "Okay, look. There's a Restore materia in my
bag over there. I know I'm not supposed to have it, but I do anyway.
Because, as you're so happy to point out, I get hurt a lot. Now,
you can make use of that if you need to, okay? You couldn't do anything
to me that your materia prowess couldn't handle."

        No,
he'd never hurt anyone to that point without truly meaning to... but the
destructive power of his own strength didn't escape him. "I could,
Zack."

        "But
you won't." A statement, pure and simple. Fully believed, unquestioned.

        It
wasn't fury in his voice, but it was something just as heavy. "How
can you be so
blind--"

        "I
know you won't, Seph." He looked at the man until he achieved eye
contact. "It'll be okay. I can just... I'll start, and you
can jump in when you're comfortable."

        Lesser--or,
perhaps, more intelligent--people would have died of embarrassment right
there. Zack wondered how he hadn't, actually; he'd pretty
much offered to masturbate in front of his wet dream of a superior officer.
"I-I mean..." he started to backtrack when no immediate response came,
"I could just... and then you... I, uh..."

        "Alright."
The word was softer than a breath, but still somehow audible.

        The
boy's mouth snapped shut, surprised. "Are you sure?"

        "If
you'd... like to." Sephiroth answered, his voice low and quiet.
"If this is what you want."

        "It
is." He felt himself get far too serious again.

        A
nod. A single, clipped motion. Get on with it.

        No
argument. No jokes. Zack felt no horror and no shame as he
stood, pulling his shirt over his head. What better method to test
Sephiroth's seriousness than trial by fire? "If you want me to stop,
just say so."

        The
man's silence said what his shielded eyes did not--though they were unusually
attentive to the boy's body. He was no stranger to the toned curves
underneath the shirt; he'd seen them flow through practice battles, caught
glimpses of them every time Zack stood close enough or tried to impress
a group of girls by pretending not to flex. To see the flesh underneath,
nothing hidden... he knew he was damned. He didn't want any of it
to stop.

        With
no indication that he should so much as slow down, the wild-haired youth
could do nothing more than continue. It was too quick to be a strip
tease, just wanting to get rid of all of the excess clothing... but he
forced his pace to slow as much as his pulsing libido would allow.
It wasn't just for him. He needed to at least attempt to make the
general more... open. More comfortable. He wouldn't have been
able to live with himself if he'd have scared Sephiroth, especially not
then. Even though he had no doubt that he was the horniest thing
in existence at that point, he did have to look away when he finally rid
himself of pants and boxers.

        It
seemed the general simply could not help being a general. "On the
coffee table." More a suggestion than an order--though whether that
was from his lack of breath or lack of desire to truly give definitive
orders was unclear even to himself. "I can... watch you better, there."

        Zack
bit his lip in an effort not to moan. The coffee table was hardly
any distance from the couch where Sephiroth sat... easily within reach.
His voice was shaking, rough with a desire he was rather certain he'd never
even fathomed before. "D-do you have... lotion or..?"

        "There
is balm on the table by the door." The man responded, betraying nothing
of his thoughts and feelings--nothing but the obvious fact that he still
wanted to watch.

        Wasting
no time, the boy went to retrieve it, feeling almost painfully hard with
every step. There was no shame, though. No sense that any of
it was something he should not do... and that was saying quite a lot.
He swept all of the leftover food off with one arm before daintily sitting
on the edge of the coffee table, hissing lightly with the cold surface.
Keeping the man in the corner of his eye to gauge reaction, he slowly laid
back across the length of the table. Certainly it must be quite a
sight--especially when he didn't hesitate to take himself in hand for just
a few, simple strokes. Relieving a bit of the pressure and all.

        Sephiroth
could almost hear his resolve snapping. Only years upon years of
brutal training kept him still... but his voice wavered a bit with the
words. "Show me what to do to you. Tell me what you're doing."

        He
thought he was going to faint for the first--and likely last--time in his
life. Did Sephiroth just tell him to..? Well, orders
were orders. It was all he could do not to solute, going instead
for the balm. So, a tutorial was requested. Well, he could
do that. "One finger at first. Slowly."

        Anyone
would have at least blushed in that situation. Zack, not being "anyone",
was only eager to please. He gasped softly at the sensation of his
own finger lightly teasing, swirling, penetrating...

        Sephiroth
could not believe what he was seeing--and how fond he was growing
of it. He watched on as the boy began to breathe heavily, stroking
his own length with one hand while impaling himself on a single finger
of the other before slowly rocking it back and forth, in and out...
Regardless of how surreal his life had been up to that point, somehow watching
the display before him from the comfort of his couch topped the list.
"Is that how you like it?"

        Finding
that the voice he'd already come to love was suddenly low in his ear, purring,
rough with something he was really and truly hoping was approval... the
youth moaned first, unable to help himself. Wanton, completely wanton--not
that he minded. "Yes..."

        Slowly,
as if almost fearing that one wrong move would cause everything to end,
the general cautiously reached out to touch the boy's wrist. Such
simple contact not only didn't stop the proceedings, it caused another
one of those deliciously drawn-out moans. "May I?" he dared ask,
almost playful.

        Zack
had no words, initially. Most language had already escaped him moments
ago. Finally understanding what was being asked of him, he gladly
stopped--for the moment. "Please..."

        Fearful,
but wanting. Careful; oh so careful... Sephiroth coated his finger
in balm just as Zack had, mimicking the motions he'd been watching by teasing
the area first.

        He
was going to die. And it was going to be wonderful. --But he
could not die until he reached orgasm. That was the loudest
mental note he'd ever made. Almost louder than the unrestrained,
throaty cry of pleasure that resulted from the general's long, slender
finger carefully pressing inside.

        "Like
this?" came the whisper, Sephiroth pushing the finger as far as it would
go before pulling back, amazed at the grasp and shiver of the muscle around
him.

        "That's
perfect..." Zack breathed, his eyes tightly shut. He almost
hated to say it, but... "M-more, Seph... please... another finger...
do the same thing, just... keep them moving..."

        The
man paused with some nervousness. It was such a tight fit for one...
"Are you certain?"

        The
spiky-haired youth nodded enthusiastically, unable to form more words.
He wasn't even sure how he was still conscious.

        "Another,
then..." that rough, silken whisper again... He eased a little more
balm onto his second finger, carefully pressing it against the first and
in--

        A
string of moaned curses flowed from the youth's mouth. He started
to buck against the invading digits mindlessly, finding himself lacking
patience for something more intimate. Sephiroth had insisted, though...
and if he found out Zack had been hurt, even by his own choice and through
no fault of the general's, Sephiroth would be terribly wounded. It
might not be the kind of thing any amount of apology or friendship could
heal. So, he gladly stayed there, enjoying the feeling until, at
last... "One more. Just one more, Seph... please..."

        It
was already so good, just thinking about what the general was doing
to him. Focusing on the touch alone, it was even better. Especially
when an experimental shift in angle found his--

        There
was a quiet, almost shy chuckle after the boy's extended cry. "That
was a good thing?"

        Zack
found himself panting, racing to catch his breath to answer. "That...
was... remarkable." Much to his delight, Sephiroth didn't hesitate
to make the same motion with his fingers, pulling another gasping moan
from the youth. "Wait... wait, Seph..." It killed him
to stop. He'd never known a desire, a need, in all his life
more than spilling over into sweet oblivion by Sephiroth's own direction--but
there was more. And if he held off, it would be even more incredible.
That was just so hard to believe at that very moment...

        The
man pulled away a bit, concerned. "Was I not supposed to..?"

        "Oh,
that... that was... just fucking awesome." Zack could find no other
words. "But I don't want to finish yet. Not before I... have
the chance to..." How could he ask something like that? But
the general was leaning forward, still sitting on the couch... perfect
position... and he found that he wanted to do this a lot more than he'd
initially thought. "Just stay there for a minute. I promise,
it'll be worth it."

        First,
the boy had to find the strength to turn over. That was incredibly
hard, and he was glad he wasn't expected to stand up right then.
He rolled himself almost lazily, getting to his knees on the coffee table
and facing the curious green gaze looking back. "Can I..?"

        "Do
as you will."

        Such
a simple response. Zack could not find it in himself to be annoyed,
that time. Carefully, his motions purposely slow so that he could
be watched and also to savor the experience, he reached forward.
Sephiroth's pants were likely not such an easy conquest by most people...
but the youth had gone over how to remove them so many times in his mind
that it felt almost natural. He knew that ought to be a truly odd
thought, but he just didn't care.

        Peeling
back the leather, he gained sight of what he'd been searching for... and
paused. Stared. It was really happening, wasn't it? He
hadn't woken up... yet... He chanced a quick look at the general's
face, finding the eyes watching him with extreme curiosity... but no fear.
No hesitation.

        Zack
couldn't have stopped himself even under orders or threat of death at that
point. He reached in carefully, letting only the very faintest touch
of fingertips against that unreal flesh occur at first. Human, yeah.
But... greater, too. That almost missed hitch of breath he'd gotten
from his action was like a drug, and he let his fingers finally, gently,
slide around the length.

        Big,
was the first coherent thought. Not a monster, not some grotesquely
disgusting
thing like some of that revolting Midgar porn he'd found
in the barracks once. It was just... big. Warm. Soft,
smooth... it was everything he hadn't quite realized that he'd hoped it
would be. So, of course... he had to make sure it fed every
sense.

        Sephiroth
was truly surprised when the boy had leaned down. He wasn't that
naive, he knew what far too many Shin-Ra officials did in their offices,
but... he hadn't figured out why until just that moment. The
flick of a tongue, that was all it had been... but it was electric.

        Zack
chuckled to himself at the sound made above him. Taking that as encouragement,
he opened his mouth to take only the head past his lips. That
got a much louder response. He couldn't help but feel a great deal
of pride well up in him, really... He wanted to be able to use his
mouth for hours, imagining what heated sounds he could wring from the cold
man. As it was, however... he was not going to be able to wait that
long. He did what he could for as long as he could, sucking lightly
before running a tongue along the slit, then sucking harder; a pattern
interrupted now and again by a hand moving firmly against the underside
of the shaft. By the tremble he felt through his fingers, it didn't
appear that the general was going to last that much longer, either.
So much for SOLDIER stamina. He nearly choked with his own
internal laughter.

        When
the boy pulled back, Sephiroth quite honestly found himself fighting the
urge to push his head back down. That was... just...

        "Would
you..." Came the soft voice, looking on with earnest violet eyes.
"Do you want to be inside me?"

        Training...
training held him restrained... "Do you want that, Zack?"

        "Yes."
He answered, honesty and lust mingling. "Yes, very much."

        There
was one, curt, very military nod. "Where?"

        "Here?"
Zack grinned brightly. Well, hell, he'd done everything else
on that table... A few bruises from the hard surface underneath wouldn't
kill him.

        The
man raised an eyebrow in question, but said nothing. Really, he had
no complaint.

        Zack
laid in the same position he'd been in before, totally shameless.
He was on his back, his legs were spread wide, balm in his outreached hand
for easy access, looking like he'd just won a billion Gil.

        Sephiroth
smirked. It wasn't like the harsh smirk that made the troopers cower
and stopped the higher-ups in mid-sentence... it was really a little more
like a grin. His reserve had already shattered several minutes earlier,
and he was simply glad that the boy hadn't suddenly realized what he was
doing and run away. What waited before him was not a bribe or something
false to use for a few moments then throw back from whence they came; there
was something particularly nice about that. He stood, contemplating,
and slowly stripped himself of his uniform. Gloves, coat, boots,
straps... belts and pants somewhat falling off by themselves, having been
undone already.

        The
wild-haired youth fought to keep his eyes open, to watch that beautiful
god in front of him. He was certain that the general knew
he was good-looking... but Zack truly doubted that he knew just how beautiful
he was. Perfect and deadly, even naked. Moreso, actually.
Almost too beautiful to lust after... almost.

        Sephiroth
admired the view from the end of the table, hoping the furniture would
hold. Oh well; if it didn't, it would be fun to explain just how
he'd managed to crack it in half. He took the balm presented and
understood its use, smoothing a good amount on his arousal. To see
how small the boy looked beneath him, though...

        "Just
like your fingers, Seph." Zack encouraged, his voice quite soft.
When the man carefully climbed over him, the youth reached up--only lightly
resting his hands atop those sculpted shoulders. He did not pull
the general closer, letting him take his own time. "Slow and easy...
that's it..."

        The
penetrating thrust came as a bit of a surprise to both--but mostly to the
one on the receiving end. "Maybe... this would be... a good time...
to talk about... 'good pain'..." he gasped.

        Sephiroth
wasted no time apologizing profusely. "I-I shouldn't have--"

        "No.
Dammit, no." Zack did actually pull him closer then, to keep
him from retreating entirely. "It's okay. You just have
to... slow down a little. Just a little. Let me move."
He carefully wrapped his legs around the others' thighs, effectively giving
himself all of the movement he needed--then flexed a little bit.

        The
feeling of being pulled into the exceedingly willing body below
him was completely unexpected. As was the careful rocking that came
after, drawing him even further into that tunnel of heat and pressure,
listening to those short little breaths the boy was taking.

        "There...
see?" Zack relaxed, his legs releasing their hold a bit. "Slow, shallow
motions. That's all."

        Sephiroth
believed he could comply. While patience to relieve himself of the
growing ache at his very center withered a little with every wonderful
centimeter, watching the violet eyes roll up and close with the experience
of it all was... flattering. When at last he was fully seated, he
had to brace himself on his elbows to rest for a moment. "And now..?"

        The
youth wasn't even sure if he was speaking the same language, too overcome
with every sensation. The beautiful general above him, the man's
taste and scent still in his mouth, that sexy voice unforgettable in his
ears... and the pleasure-pain feeling of being stretched to limits he didn't
know he had. It was... so good... "Do... what you were doing
before. Just, slowly at first."

        The
general gave a very careful, very agreeable roll of his hips. The
noise made as a direct result was encouraging enough to do it again, pulling
back a little further that time.

        Zack
truly wished he'd selected another location. A bed, the couch, the
floor--anything he could really get a good grip on. Grabbing the
side of the coffee table was nearly useless, as the edges were slippery.
With another particularly deep thrust, he unconsciously latched onto the
general's shoulders again, fingernails dragging. "S-sorry..."

        He
seemed unfazed, eyes shining. Truth be told... he kinda liked it.
In fact... he increased the strength of the next thrust just to get the
same reaction.

        The
man got much more than he'd been aiming for--and that was just the thing.
He hadn't been aiming intentionally, but when Zack gasped and arched his
back... The sound he made was something low and growling, something
animal as the pleasure center of his being was stricken with force, unintentionally
clawing into Sephiroth's shoulders.

        The
man hissed--though not in a disagreeable manner. The response to
his last action was quite what he was looking for; so, logically, he simply
repeated the motion.

        "Seeeeeph..."
the youth moaned. "I... I'm..."

        It
finally happened. Through half-lidded eyes, Zack saw the general's
eyes sparkle in an exceptionally devious grin. It was all the warning
he got before another perfectly aimed thrust, just before Sephiroth reached
down and clasped Zack's length in one long, final stroke.

        All
pretense of control was absolutely abandoned. "Seph... oh
gods yes, Seph..."

        The
world darkened around the edges, becoming little more than the intense
feeling of pleasure. Even when that died down, Zack found himself
existing in a happy little place full of warmth and fuzziness... like a
place full of millions of fuzzy little chocobo chicks.

        Or,
finally coming around a bit, Sephiroth's couch. Almost as good.

        Speaking
of... the general was gazing at him from the other side of the table, smirking
just a little. A triumphant expression, to say the least. He
also happened to be fully dressed in something that looked like a cross
between pajamas and military fatigues--casual, but nicely fitting.
If Zack hadn't been so damn tired, he probably would have attempted a solute.

        "I
had to use that Restore materia of yours." Sephiroth informed, walking
around to deliver the youth's folded clothes to him. "On both of
us."

        Zack's
eyes widened, and it had nothing to do with laying nude on the general's
couch. He remembered. The idea he'd spilt Sephiroth's
blood in any context...

        The
man silenced whatever apologies might be spoken by dropping Zack's clothes
right atop his chest. "If you want to make curfew, you'll have to
go now. I apologize for not waking you in time to shower, but you
kept mumbling something about wanting fuzzy chocobos to stop pecking you."

        Out
of everything that had happened throughout the entire night, that
was the thing that made Zack blush deeply. It wasn't entirely obvious,
but Sephiroth saw the change in skin tone. The boy stood, pulling
on his clothing as quickly as possible... then wondering what the hell
to say. What words were there?

        Though,
if anyone could come up with something to say... it was definitely Zack.
"Hey, y'know... a lot of people have get-togethers every week or so..."

        Sephiroth
allowed his expression to soften, escorting the youth to the door.
"I suppose I could accommodate that."

        This
is so much longer than I'd intended. *grin* And there's plot
and set-up and... wow. Just a number of things I didn't think
there would be. Unfortunately, I find that I've just left myself
with a bunch of unanswered questions...

        If
you'd like to be e-mailed when I update, drop me a line (orin(at)sephain.com)
with whatever story/stories/website you'd like me to inform you of.
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