Stoic

Zack dropped to his knees in front of his commanding officer, lips parted in a broad hint of what was to come. Above him, Sephiroth watched, impassive and apparently disinterested in what his subordinate had planned. Even when Zack reached out to unzip his leather trousers, Sephiroth didn't react.

"You'll enjoy it," Zack said, smiling. "It feels good."

"Get on with it."

If it had been anyone else, the words might have indicated eagerness but from Sephiroth, it was meant as it said. 'Get on with your demonstration of something I'm not very interested in but will put up with for the sake of an easy life.' So very stoic. So very Sephiroth. Still, Zack took no offence and pressed on gamely, drawing Sephiroth's cock out into the open and pressing a kiss to it before attempting to coax it to hardness.

"But really," Zack looked up at Sephiroth, his hand massaging and caressing. "You've really never done anything with it?" he cast a glance at the cock in his grasp, engorging and growing at his touch. "Other than pissing, obviously."

"Nothing. I've never felt the need."

Never felt the need...Zack couldn't even begin to understand that. Since discovering masturbation at an early age, Zack had never looked back, regularly enjoying the sensations his body had to offer. Then followed explorations with others and the joys a partner (or two) could bring. Really, what Zack was doing with Sephiroth was a selfless act - everyone deserved to know the pleasures of sex and Zack, as Sephiroth's best friend, was the natural choice to induct him into the world of blowjobs and fucking and earth-shattering orgasms.

"That doesn't seem very sanitary."

Only Sephiroth could make a comment like that whilst being blown. Never mind that Zack currently had Sephiroth's cock as far into his mouth as it could go, and never mind the fingers, rolling and caressing Sephiroth's balls. No. The only thought in his friend's head was that it was unsanitary! Zack let Sephiroth slip from his mouth and sat back on his heels.

"If you're not going to take this seriously and start having fun, there's no point continuing."

"Surely that's a contradiction."

"You shouldn't piss me off when I'm down here. I could bite it off, just to be wicked and then where would you be?"

"Hojo could probably reattach it." Sephiroth replied with a slight shudder of revulsion.

"You’re missing the point!" Zack all but wailed. "I'm trying to give you some pleasure here! I'm trying to show you that sometimes, your life doesn't have to be about war or SOLDIER or paperwork or any of that other boring shit you deal with."

"Why?"

In retrospect, Zack probably should have expected that question; Sephiroth always questioned motives, especially Zack's. He hadn't anticipated it though, and it caught him off-guard.

"Why? Well..." he paused, unsure of how to answer. He couldn't really say why, except that it seemed like a good idea. And that he'd been desperate to get Sephiroth into bed for as long as he could remember. "Look, what does it matter? We're friends, right? Friends do nice things for each other so if you wouldn't mind, sit back, shut up and let me suck your cock. Sir."

With a cheeky wink, Zack set about getting Sephiroth hard again as Sephiroth, in an uncharacteristic display of submissiveness, did as Zack told him and sat back, legs spread. The earlier expression of disinterest was replaced with one of mild curiosity, as if he saw no option but to surrender and see whatever it was Zack had in store for him.

Surprised at just how easily Sephiroth gave into him, Zack wondered how far he could push things. If he played his cards right, he might be able to coax Sephiroth into returning the favour. Perhaps even into bed for more than just a blowjob. He sucked Sephiroth down and hummed to himself, contemplating what else this little liaison could lead to. Absently, the hand not toying with Sephiroth's balls stole downwards to his own erection, straining against the fabric of his uniform trousers and squeezed. Gods, he needed some attention too.

"Why have you stopped?"

Giving Sephiroth what he hoped was a reassuring smile, Zack fiddled with his belts.

"I just need to get comfortable," the buckles came undone and Zack cast the belts aside, unfastening his trousers with haste. "You're not the only one with a hard on right now."

Looking puzzled, Sephiroth raised an eyebrow at Zack.

"Oh, come on! You're shitting me, right? What? You didn't realise that having your cock in my mouth could turn me on?"

"I don't see what you get out of it."

"The pleasure of giving. Of knowing that I can make you feel good,” Zack hesitated, suddenly uncertain. "It does feel good, doesn't it?"

"It feels strange."

Not the answer Zack hoped for. He tried again.

"Strange but good?

"It doesn't feel bad."

One more try.

"It's supposed to feel good."

"Perhaps," Sephiroth paused to look between himself and Zack before continuing. "Perhaps if I did for you as you are doing for me it would be a more satisfactory experience for both of us."

Sephiroth was suggesting...? Zack took a moment to pick his jaw off the floor then replied.

"Holy shit, Seph!" he hoped the general would overlook the shortening of his name just this once. "A sixty-nine?"

"Sixty-nine? Battle manoeuvre sixty-nine? Use of archers on the front line?"

"What? Sephiroth," rubbing his forehead, Zack sighed. "Please try to stay focussed. We're talking about sex, not military tactics! Sixty-nine!" Zack attempted to demonstrate with hand movements. "Top to tail, ya understand?"

Understanding flitted over Sephiroth's face and he nodded.

"I understand. We should try that then. You seem to enjoy taking my penis in your mouth so it's reasonable to think I might like yours in mine. Hygiene issues aside."

With a roll of his eyes, Zack started to strip, motioning for Sephiroth to do the same. As much as he enjoyed seeing Sephiroth in his uniform, he didn't much relish the idea of leather-clad thighs wrapped around his ears. Or maybe he did, but that could be explored later. For now, he rather fancied the idea of the two of them being butt naked as they sucked each other's cock in Sephiroth's office.

When both of them were rendered nude, Zack felt a twinge of awkwardness which increased greatly when Sephiroth reached out to palm his cock. A strange smile twitched at the general's lips. Suspicious, Zack glared back, eyes narrowed and lips pursed.

"What?"

With a glance down at his own cock, still proudly erect, Sephiroth announced, "I'm bigger."

"Size isn't everything, you know!"

"My sword is also bigger."

"Are you quite done? Because I don't know about you but I was kinda planning on getting my rocks off and right now, that ain't happening!"

The angry blush on Zack's face almost perfectly matched the redness of the tip of his woefully-neglected erection. It might have been endearing were it not for Sephiroth's ever-present stoicism, making him immune to Zack's hang-dog expression. He waited for Zack to calm down then casually shrugged a shoulder.

"Sofa or floor?"

Looking at the sofa, Zack wasn't convinced that it was wide enough. Plus, it was leather and that meant whoever was on the bottom pealing themselves off afterwards and removing at least one layer of skin. The floor on the other hand might be hard on the back but the rich deep shag of the carpet would cushion them slightly. Giving Sephiroth a wide grin, he dropped down and patted the floor beside him.

"Let's get it on."

"How exactly does this work?"

"Okay well, you lie there and I'll go here and if you just spread your legs a bit- ow!" Zack was interrupted by Sephiroth's knee making contact with his chin.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. How about if we try this?"

After some fumbling and squirming, Zack and Sephiroth found themselves something resembling a comfortable position on their sides. Each had the other's cock nicely lined up in front of their mouth and Zack eagerly awaited the feeling of Sephiroth's tongue swirling around the tip of his erection. Eagerly awaited but still not prepared for it when it actually happened.

"Fuck!"

The exclamation was immediately followed be Sephiroth attempting to pull away and being held in place by Zack pulling his hair tight.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No! Oh, hell no. That felt good. Really good. Excellently good. Please do that again, good!"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hm, interesting. I don't think it-"

"Seph..."

"Yes?"

"Why are you talking when you should be sucking?"

Hint taken, Sephiroth leaned forward and gently closed his mouth around Zack's cock. Attempting to mimic Zack's actions, he curled his tongue around the shaft and drew his head back. Zack whimpered and flicked his tongue over the tip of Sephiroth's erection hoping the general would take the hint and repeat the move. He did. And it was good.

But something was missing.

Some thing important; vital, even.

Zack made all the appropriate noises; he whimpered, moaned, groaned, gasped, panted and cursed in all the right places. His toes curled, fingers clenched, stomach fluttered and everything felt as wonderful as he thought it would but something was missing and even though it killed Zack to do so, he pulled away from Sephiroth and rolled onto his back

"What's wrong?"

"Do you feel anything?"

Shifting closer to Zack, Sephiroth rested his hand on Zack's chest.

"I'm sorry."

Never before had Zack heard Sephiroth speak so softly. It was that, more than the lack of response, which hurt him most.

"Is it me? Is it just that you don't find me attractive?"

"No."

"Then why?"

An eternity of silence passed between them; erections flagged and Zack's libido withdrew, its metaphorical tail between its metaphorical legs.

"I know you think I'm missing out on something," Sephiroth said eventually, breaking the silence. "But how can I miss something I've never known?"

"I just wanted to show you. I wanted you to feel good instead of...whatever you usually feel."

"I appreciate it, but I don't think it's possible. Physically, I respond to the stimulation, presumably in case Hojo chooses to use me as a sort of stud horse, but the emotional link is missing."

"But we're friends, right? You must have some sort of emotion link with me, don't you?"

Was he clutching at straws in a last-ditch attempt to salvage their liaison? Probably, but Zack didn't care. He cared about Sephiroth and refused outright to believe that he was incapable of sexual response. If he could get Sephiroth to recognise what they already shared, then perhaps they could build on it.

"It's true that I do have an interest in your wellbeing, so yes, one could say that we're friends."

It was something, at least.

"Good. Maybe we can try it again sometime?"

"It never hurts to repeat an experiment. Unless its one of Hojo's, in which case it's agony."

Zack laughed and wondered how a guy with such a wry sense of humour could consider himself to be lacking emotions?

"Yeah, it'll be better next time. But for now," Zack slapped his thighs and sat up. "You might be impervious to your sexual urges but I'm not, so I'm gonna go and find the gorgeous blond infantryman that was giving me the eye during training, and see if I can't work out a little of my pent-up frustration by screwing him senseless."

"Have fun, Zack."

Sephiroth watched Zack dress from his spot on the floor, making no effort to get up himself.

"You okay?"

Sighing, Sephiroth closed his eyes and gave a small smile.

"I will be, if you have anything to do with it," he opened his eyes and looked directly at Zack. "Won't I?"

"Of course you will. I'll see to it."

He would. Zack would give it a decent amount of time and then he'd try it again. His seduction technique was tried and tested and it would only be so long before Sephiroth cracked and discovered his debauched side and Zack would be right there with him, cheering him on and stripping away that mask of stoicism.

The end