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Title: Possibilities
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 660
It had gone on long enough. Zack was a disruption, an insult to the very ideas of organization and order. General Sephiroth would stand no more.
“Fair,” he said, rising. “Come over here.”
“Sir?” Zack almost squeaked. He was a quick learner; he knew what that look on Sephiroth’s face meant.
“Over here, SOLDIER,” Sephiroth said, “now!”
“Uh…”
Sephiroth lashed out and caught Zack’s chin. “Are you disobeying me, Fair?”
“No, Sir!” Zack shook his head. Sephiroth’s scowl deepened.
“Over here, now!” He grabbed Zack by the shoulder and shoved him towards the couch.
Zack cried out, falling to hands and knees. He could sense the dark swirl of Sephiroth’s coat as the man stalked around him. He wasn’t sure if he should look up.
Sephiroth watched how slowly Zack moved as he leaned up to sit back on his heels. It was the perfect position. “Stay there, Fair.” Something like satisfaction crept into his voice. Zack went pale. Sephiroth rounded Zack’s kneeling form and set himself down on the triumphantly on the couch.
“Now,” he began, practically purring. “Let’s do something about this.” He reached into his pants.
Zack’s eyes flicked roughly to the level of Sephiroth’s belt. “Sir?” he asked, quietly stunned.
“Stay still,” Sephiroth ordered. Something slightly sharp contacted Zack’s scalp, drawing a surprised yelp.
“Sir, are you…”
“Combing this rat’s nest you call hair? Yes, Fair, I am.”
Zack blinked. “… Okay.”
Sephiroth continued, silently content for a moment, but soon enough, the fingers of his steadying hand began to tighten in Zack’s hair. “Gaia damnit,” he swore, flinging the comb down in disgust. “Fair, your hair is an unmanageable beast!”
“Aw, Sir, not really,” Zack protested, edging out of striking range. “It behaves fine once you don’t try forcing it to do what it wasn’t made to do.”
Sephiroth scowled. “You mean normal things like lie flat?”
Zack shot Sephiroth a crooked grin. “Well, yeah. It was born that way. You can ask my mother.”
Sephiroth crossed his arms. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to wear your helmet more often.”
“What, that old bucket? Sorry, Sir, I feel that it obstructs my peripheral vision.” Zack was most solemn. “Plus it never sat on my head right.”
“I wonder why,” Sephiroth grumbled, eyeing the black spikes.
“Me too!” Zack said, scratching his head.
Sephiroth sighed. “So there is no choice but to get used to it, then?”
“Most likely, Sir.” Zack stood and shook himself off. “Don’t worry, it’ll grow on you. Even Angeal got used to all the… upness.”
“I suppose.” Sephiroth sank into his chair. “I do apologize for manhandling you without warning,” he said, staring steadily down at his paperwork.
“It’s okay.” Zack waved him off. “But maybe next time you could give me a little warning first so I don’t start thinking you’re hard up for a blowjob or something.”
Sephiroth blinked. “A blowjob?”
Zack shrugged. “My face was like a foot from your crotch for a second there.”
Sephiroth cleared his throat. “If I ever require something of that nature from you, Zack, I will most certainly ask first.”
Zack grinned at him. “Anytime, General!” He gave a cocky salute and took his leave.
Sephiroth had put his signature to four reports before his pen slid through his grasp, leaving an inky smudge on the paper. Had that just been Zack being Zack? Or was it something else?
Sephiroth snorted. As if he would ever… And with Angeal’s puppy…
But then, Zack did have a very nice mouth, if it ever stopped moving long enough for one to get a look. He had looked good on his knees. And his hair, unruly as it was, felt so good to the touch. Sephiroth stared at the hand that had gripped it. Zack certainly had enough hair to serve the purpose. Maybe…
The General cleared his throat and put his untidy thoughts away. He would deal with them later. Maybe Zack would help.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 660
It had gone on long enough. Zack was a disruption, an insult to the very ideas of organization and order. General Sephiroth would stand no more.
“Fair,” he said, rising. “Come over here.”
“Sir?” Zack almost squeaked. He was a quick learner; he knew what that look on Sephiroth’s face meant.
“Over here, SOLDIER,” Sephiroth said, “now!”
“Uh…”
Sephiroth lashed out and caught Zack’s chin. “Are you disobeying me, Fair?”
“No, Sir!” Zack shook his head. Sephiroth’s scowl deepened.
“Over here, now!” He grabbed Zack by the shoulder and shoved him towards the couch.
Zack cried out, falling to hands and knees. He could sense the dark swirl of Sephiroth’s coat as the man stalked around him. He wasn’t sure if he should look up.
Sephiroth watched how slowly Zack moved as he leaned up to sit back on his heels. It was the perfect position. “Stay there, Fair.” Something like satisfaction crept into his voice. Zack went pale. Sephiroth rounded Zack’s kneeling form and set himself down on the triumphantly on the couch.
“Now,” he began, practically purring. “Let’s do something about this.” He reached into his pants.
Zack’s eyes flicked roughly to the level of Sephiroth’s belt. “Sir?” he asked, quietly stunned.
“Stay still,” Sephiroth ordered. Something slightly sharp contacted Zack’s scalp, drawing a surprised yelp.
“Sir, are you…”
“Combing this rat’s nest you call hair? Yes, Fair, I am.”
Zack blinked. “… Okay.”
Sephiroth continued, silently content for a moment, but soon enough, the fingers of his steadying hand began to tighten in Zack’s hair. “Gaia damnit,” he swore, flinging the comb down in disgust. “Fair, your hair is an unmanageable beast!”
“Aw, Sir, not really,” Zack protested, edging out of striking range. “It behaves fine once you don’t try forcing it to do what it wasn’t made to do.”
Sephiroth scowled. “You mean normal things like lie flat?”
Zack shot Sephiroth a crooked grin. “Well, yeah. It was born that way. You can ask my mother.”
Sephiroth crossed his arms. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to wear your helmet more often.”
“What, that old bucket? Sorry, Sir, I feel that it obstructs my peripheral vision.” Zack was most solemn. “Plus it never sat on my head right.”
“I wonder why,” Sephiroth grumbled, eyeing the black spikes.
“Me too!” Zack said, scratching his head.
Sephiroth sighed. “So there is no choice but to get used to it, then?”
“Most likely, Sir.” Zack stood and shook himself off. “Don’t worry, it’ll grow on you. Even Angeal got used to all the… upness.”
“I suppose.” Sephiroth sank into his chair. “I do apologize for manhandling you without warning,” he said, staring steadily down at his paperwork.
“It’s okay.” Zack waved him off. “But maybe next time you could give me a little warning first so I don’t start thinking you’re hard up for a blowjob or something.”
Sephiroth blinked. “A blowjob?”
Zack shrugged. “My face was like a foot from your crotch for a second there.”
Sephiroth cleared his throat. “If I ever require something of that nature from you, Zack, I will most certainly ask first.”
Zack grinned at him. “Anytime, General!” He gave a cocky salute and took his leave.
Sephiroth had put his signature to four reports before his pen slid through his grasp, leaving an inky smudge on the paper. Had that just been Zack being Zack? Or was it something else?
Sephiroth snorted. As if he would ever… And with Angeal’s puppy…
But then, Zack did have a very nice mouth, if it ever stopped moving long enough for one to get a look. He had looked good on his knees. And his hair, unruly as it was, felt so good to the touch. Sephiroth stared at the hand that had gripped it. Zack certainly had enough hair to serve the purpose. Maybe…
The General cleared his throat and put his untidy thoughts away. He would deal with them later. Maybe Zack would help.
