Obedience Training

Title: Obedience Training
Author: Dysnomia
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Pairing: Angeal/Zack
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Zack loses his smart mouth when he’s on his knees.”
Word Count: 2522
Kink: D/s, rough sex
Warnings: slash


Zack wearily trudged through the door to Angeal’s apartment, his movements lacking their usual bounce. He let the two large duffel bags he was carrying drag behind him, stumbling slightly as they knocked against his calves. He managed to lug the bags into the bedroom before just letting them lay where they fell. He muttered to himself as he worked at getting the holster for his sword unclasped. “Still don’t understand why we have to take so much stuff with us on a mission when we don’t even use it.”

Zack gave an angry kick to the sack closest to him, wincing as his toes glanced off of something very hard. A closer look showed that the bag was Angeal’s, the heavier of the two, and Zack frowned in annoyance. “Wouldn’t surprise me if he kept bricks in there ‘cause he knows I’m the one going to be carrying it around, not him.”

He sank onto the edge of the bed, cradling his foot in one hand, the other hand working on untying the laces on his boot. He tugged the boot off, his sock coming with it, and peered intently at his toes, wiggling them slightly. Nothing seemed too damaged, the digits were a little red, but that could’ve been from wearing the boots so long. Scowling one last time, Zack dropped his foot, lifting the other and tugging that boot and sock off as well. He sighed in relief as his tired feet rubbed against the carpeting. That was so much better then uncomfortable leather, no matter how broken in the boots were.

Stretching sore muscles, Zack leaned back, bracing himself on his hands, rolling his neck around. He ended up with his head hanging back, staring upside-down at pillows he knew from experience were squishy soft. His body seemed to have made the decision before his mind even had time to contemplate the thought. Before he knew it, he was scooting backwards, shifting so he could lie fully on the bed, maneuvering until he was settled into a comfortable position, arms flung out to either side.

As soon as his head hit the pillows, his eyes started to droop. He was just so tired, and a little nap wouldn’t hurt anybody. Angeal was in Lazard’s office for a debriefing and wouldn’t be back for hours, he wouldn’t get caught if he took only twenty minutes to rest his eyes. Of course, that was the rebellious part of his brain whispering in his ear, which was currently stomping on the rational part that was screaming at him to think this through. Trying to tell him that this was wrong, not a good idea at all, that he shouldn’t be doing this because he didn’t have permission to sleep in Angeal’s bed, he was just going to get in trouble. The message however, didn’t have time to sink in before exhaustion took over and he all but passed out.

***

Zack was rudely woken up nearly two hours later by the pillow that smacked him hard in the face, accompanied by an annoyed voice muttering, “The puppy’s climbing on the furniture again.”

Zack’s eyes snapped open in shock, panic briefly flaring before settling into only an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. He made to quickly scramble off the bed, apologies already spilling from his mouth. “Angeal! Man, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, the bed was just so comfortable and I was just sooo tired that I-”

Both his movements and apology were cut short by the large hand that pressed into his chest, causing Zack to freeze, the slight pressure more then enough to hold him in place. He gazed into eyes glowing with mako, and swallowed hard, trying not to cringe at the absolute lack of expression on Angeal’s face. He wasn’t sure if that was better or worse then if Angeal had looked mad. No emotion usually led to some sort of punishment, if Zack could really call what happens punishment. He had a feeling that deep down he did things to annoy Angeal on purpose, just to try and get this reaction out of him. “I think the puppy needs to learn a lesson.”

The hand on his chest pressed down harder, almost to the point of being painful, and without his consent, Zack’s breathing and heart both sped up, his pants tightening. It probably helped that he finally noticed the fact that Angeal was shirtless, his pants still on, but undone. Without warning, Angeal’s mouth crashed onto his, teeth coming out to nip at Zack’s lower lip until with a small gasp he yielded to the other man, allowing his tongue access to plunder. Angeal didn’t waste any time, yanking at Zack’s clothes harshly, growling a bit when they had to separate long enough to pull his turtleneck over his head, messing up already wild black spikes. He sealed their mouths together again as soon as the garment was out of the way, and Zack whimpered at the force. The pants were next, the belt being ripped through the loops and thrown impatiently to the side. Zack wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn the button was simply popped off in Angeal’s haste. Rough hands tugged the black khakis down his legs, Zack having enough sense to lift himself up to make it easier. When they pooled around his ankles he kicked them off, a little too eagerly, as they smacked against the wall first before falling to the floor.

Satisfied now that Zack was naked, Angeal let his hands roam freely over all that beautiful, soft skin, stroking deeply. He made his way across Zack’s torso, fingers trailing along ribs, tracing up towards his nipples. Zack’s breath hitched at the first brush of Angeal’s finger tips. He let out a small whine when the gentle treatment continued. Angeal got the point, changing his caresses into a hard pinch, before bringing his head down to soothe the nub with a lick. Zack moaned at the feeling, Angeal’s larger bulk covering his body, pressing him into the mattress. Zack’s hands were also on the move, clutching at Angeal’s arms, his back, trying to find something to cling on to.

Disappointment swept through him as Angeal suddenly got off the bed, shedding his pants as well, moving to sit in the plush armchair in the corner. Zack was confused for a moment until Angeal spread his legs slightly, pointing to the floor in front of him. Then it clicked with Zack what he wanted. He slid off the bed, quickly making his way over to the chair before dropping to his knees. That left Angeal’s erection standing proudly in front of his face, already leaking pre-cum. Zack licked his lips in anticipation, and a stifled groan came from above. Zack flashed Angeal a grin before swallowing him whole, burying his nose in coarse hair.

He worked his throat muscles around the cock in his mouth, proud of the fact that he could manage this without gagging. He backed off slowly, dragging his tongue along the underside as he went, tracing the vein there. Zack wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking strongly. Now wasn’t the time for a leisurely blow, this would only last so long before Zack ended up back on the bed, maybe. If he was lucky they’d make it back to the bed, otherwise he’d be in for another case of rug burn. Zack lived for times like this, when Angeal’s normally gentle nature was swept away with the wave of irritation he manages to cause. Where the sex was rough and sweaty, and left him with that delicious ache in his backside and all other muscles the next day. One hand wrapped around the erection, the other coming up to roll the balls around in his palm.

He let Angeal slip from his mouth with an audible pop, bringing his head down to kiss at a lightly furred sac. Zack inhaled deeply, his own neglected erection hardening further at the scent. He loved the way Angeal smelled, the musk of arousal and something unidentifiable, something strictly Angeal.

With his hand still stroking at a steady pace, his mouth went back to join into the rhythm. He bobbed his head up and down, lips sliding wetly along Angeal’s cock. “Ah!” Angeal cried out sharply, his hips jerking forward in pleasure, seeking to bury himself once more into that hot, wet mouth.

Angeal gripped handfuls of spikes, controlling the speed and depth, and all Zack could do was clasp muscled thighs so he didn’t lose his balance. Angeal moaned openly now, one hand loosening his hold on Zack’s hair enough to pet him instead. In a gruff voice Angeal let him know just how good a job he was doing. “That’s a good puppy. Sooo good. That tongue knows just where to lick.”

He let Zack continue for a little while longer, enjoying the sight of that normally talkative mouth stretched wide around his cock. This was definitely a good way to manage to keep the teenager quiet. All too soon for his liking however, Angeal could feel himself getting close, and this was not how he wanted things to finish with his disobedient puppy. Using his hold on Zack’s hair he pushed the other Soldier away, missing the feel of his mouth as soon as it left, but knowing it was only going to get better.

A short, “Bed, now.” was the only instruction Zack got before he had to scramble to get out of the way as Angeal stood up suddenly. Zack gave a small yelp as Angeal grabbed hold of him and all but threw him back onto the mattress, climbing up after him, man handling him until he was on his hands and knees. “Geez Angeal, you could’ve given me two seconds there man.” Even as he grumbled about it, Zack couldn’t stop the shivers of pleasure that the rough handling had created.

Angeal ignored the comment, instead he leaned over Zack’s back, pressing nearly full length against him, reaching around to his front for a quick grope, squeezing as a warning. Zack smartly kept his mouth shut, and after a few strokes as a reward, Angeal continued what he was doing earlier, as the bedside dresser was his original destination. He grabbed the bottle he was looking for, slamming the drawer shut with a little more strength then necessary.

Popping the cap open Angeal poured the liquid over two fingers, coating them thoroughly. Giving Zack a comforting pat on the ass, he wasted no time, slipping one lubed finger into the tight opening. He moved the finger around a little, loosening the muscle a bit before pulling nearly all the way out and adding the second finger, scissoring to stretch Zack even further. Zack moaned as Angeal’s fingers brushed against his prostate, sparks flaring behind his tightly closed eyes. After a minute Angeal deemed him ready, pulling his fingers out and grabbing the bottle again, pouring more lube onto his erection, spreading it quickly, not wanting to touch himself too much. He guided himself to rest against the puckered opening, forcibly stopping himself from slamming into that tight ass. No matter how rough he treated Zack sometimes he always made sure to ask for permission first. “Are you ready?”

Zack nodded shakily, not able to find his voice, trembling in anticipation, trying to stay as relaxed as possible. Angeal’s hands gripping his hips was all the warning Zack got before he was impaled in one hard thrust. Zack winced a bit, although he was used to sex enough and had never needed all that much preparation that the intrusion didn’t do more then cause a slight burn. Barely giving him a second to get adjusted, Angeal pulled back out, before slamming back in, changing his angle slightly to hit his prostate on every thrust.

Zack gave a long drawn out moan, folding his shaking arms and dropping his head into them, raising his ass even farther into the air. Angeal grunted as the position change let him slide in even deeper, balls coming to rest against Zack’s body, muscles gripping around his cock, holding him in a tight embrace. He could tell already that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he shouldn’t have let Zack suck him first. Knowing he had to get Zack off first, he tightened his grip before starting up a harsh pace, slamming unforgivably into Zack’s body.

Zack slid forward a little, unprepared for the increase in intensity. Zack threw an arm out in front of him, bracing himself with one hand against the headboard. He hissed as Angeal’s fingers dug even harder into his skin, no doubt leaving marks that were sure to turn into vivid bruises later on. Angeal’s hard thrusts had turned Zack into a whimpering, moaning mess, moans interspersed with what Angeal was pretty sure was his name, or at least a very garbled version of it. He wasn’t screaming yet, but that could be taken care of easily enough. Angeal released a hip to reach for Zack’s dripping erection, jerking it as fast as his own hips were pistoning. It didn’t take much before, with a strangled scream, Zack came, spilling over Angeal’s hand and the bedding. Zack went limp then, breathing raggedly, only Angeal’s hold on him keeping him from slumping onto the mattress.

Zack only needed to stay conscious for a little while longer, then Angeal would let him sleep all he wanted. He yanked Zack towards him, until his chest was pressed against Zack’s back, and he was almost seated in Angeal’s lap. He fastened his mouth to Zack’s neck, sucking hard, wanting to leave a mark, even if the turtleneck would hide it. It took only a few more hard thrusts, which had changed to an erratic pace, to wrench his orgasm from him. He sank his teeth into Zack’s throat, biting hard enough to almost break the skin. The action was automatic, an instinct that took over, urging him to claim his lover. Angeal’s hips spasmed a few times in short, shallow jerks as his seed filled Zack. When he came back to his senses, he licked the wound in apology, feeling a flash of guilt at the sight of the angry red mark left behind, as well as the imprint of his teeth. Still holding the teenager in his arms, Angeal lowered the two of them to lay on the mattress, carefully avoiding the wet spot. He curled around Zack, burying his face in spiky hair. Zack’s breathing was finally starting to slow down, as well as his own.

He placed a soothing kiss to the back of Zack’s neck, sighing in contentment. “So what did you learn from all this?”

Angeal couldn’t see the younger mans face, but he could still tell that a grin had suddenly broken out. “That falling asleep when and where I shouldn’t will lead to some really awesome sex.”

Angeal’s groan of frustration was drown out by the laughter of his impudent little puppy.

END