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Title: The Mission (17): Command Structure
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Angeal/Zack, Genesis/Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: T
Word Count: 2294
Notes: Small shout-out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amarissia. Zack might not like it. ;P
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The mad orgy Angeal had been expecting did not happen that weekend. Something happened, obviously. Several somethings, even. But it was, overall, a very secretive series of isolated occurrences recognized only after the fact by glances and gestures and the odd newly-blossomed bruise.
Genesis, of course, had wasted no time at all in molesting Zack. (“Well, technically, Angeal, ‘molest’ means ‘to bother’ and he wasn’t a bother at all!”) Angeal caught the hints of it in his pup’s flushed cheeks and too-quick movements until Genesis reliably removed all doubt. (“Oh, relax, he won’t get pregnant. We did it in the shower standing up.”)
It was also painfully obvious that something was happening between Zack and the boy, Cloud. They spent a day in pajamas, lazily curled up together like a pair of pampered, overfed cats, chattering a mile a minute about ‘noobs’ and ‘fragging’. Angeal supposed it was the latest teen vernacular and kept his distance.
Sephiroth and Genesis fucked twice that he knew of, noisily. Afterwards Angeal found a gouge in the bedroom closet that he knew had not been his doing. Truth be told, up to the point when Sephiroth went down on him in the kitchen, Angeal had been starting to feel left out. The buzz from his ‘welcome back’ blowjob lasted only as long as it took for him to find Zack and Cloud clinging to each other in bed, breathless, trembling and noticeably sans clothing beneath the sheets. Genesis lounged beside them and smirked.
It was almost a relief when Monday came. Cloud disappeared to wherever it was a cadet needed to be, giving Angeal the space he wanted for a serious talk. Except that nobody could or would talk with him. Sephiroth got shipped out that same afternoon to handle a situation near Costa del Sol and Genesis, still fanning angry embers, was more interested in ringing up contractors for repairs and redecorating. He made it quite clear that Angeal was in the way. (I can’t think in this mess! Large irregular objects in places they don’t belong are bad feng shui!”) So Angeal retreated into work for the day, tidying up and getting his filing done, streamlining Zack’s training schedule and, once he was satisfied that everyone was convinced that nothing was out of the ordinary, began a little digging of utmost importance.
It turned out that Cloud was old enough. Just barely, in fact, and Angeal had always found Midgar’s age of consent to be scandalously low. But legally all requirements were met and presumably had been at the start of the affair. The kid sure did have a weird last name, ‘Strife’. But ‘Cloud’ was hardly any better and even ‘Fair’ was pretty rare in Angeal’s experience. At any rate, Cloud Strife was a very pretty young man. It was easy to see what had attracted the other two.
Angeal wondered how they had found Cloud. SOLDIERs rarely interacted with cadets and troopers, except to take note of the few who were particularly promising. Cloud’s initial scores were dismal. Of course, that could have been due as much to size as anything else and according to the records he was showing steady improvement. Angeal stared at the screen, tracking the graphs and charts. The surge in the height line was very recent. Hit his growth spurt late, Angeal supposed, and from the looks of Cloud’s bone structure, he would never be very tall. But a slender build had its advantages, with the right training, and Cloud was in a unique position to receive some of the best.
Angeal shifted uncomfortably. It didn’t appear that Sephiroth and Genesis were training the boy for combat, exactly. The boy wasn’t complaining but that, Angeal was aware, could be difficult. Cloud Strife was young, inexperienced and outranked. If he was anything like the boys who flocked to Shinra in droves dreaming of heroism and heroes, he would be easy pickings for anyone with a mind to take advantage. Not that Sephiroth and Genesis would take advantage. Not intentionally.
Angeal crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, frowning at the screen. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t say he liked it, and wouldn’t, if asked. It was just as likely from where Angeal stood that the Generals were the ones being taken in, seduced by some sweet-looking cadet with wide eyes, soft lips and machinations in his mind. Cloud was in the perfect position to wheedle whatever he wanted out of them, holding the threat of the law over their heads if they did not comply.
But Zack had taken to Cloud so easily and so well. The puppy was at heart a trusting type but he knew the scent of danger. Angeal had done his best to teach Zack how to spot the worst of it when it came to matters of the bed. Ceaseless suspicion, unreasonable jealousy, monopolization, manipulation, Zack could spot the warning signs in a dominant partner. But if Cloud was holding the chains from beneath…. Angeal shook his head and gathered up a stack of reports. He wasn’t getting much done in the office today. He shut his computer off and rose to go home.
The walk was not long. Angeal was settled in at the kitchen table before he knew it. He had a small study, but for slow, relaxed work, for the days he preferred mulling things over, he was content to work where the food was and distract himself feeding a SOLDIER’s endless appetite. He made himself a mug of cocoa and shook muffin crumbs out of the papers until Zack came home.
“Angeal!” Zack hollered.
“Kitchen, puppy,” Angeal called out. Zack bounded in, chattering about his day while he grabbed leftovers from the fridge. Angeal leaned back and watched his puppy move.
Zack sensed the silence and his mentor’s eyes. He turned. “Angeal?” He slid to floor and rubbed a cheek against Angeal’s knee. “You okay?”
Angeal ruffled Zack’s hair. “I’m fine, puppy. Put some more vegetables in your bowl.” Zack gave him a look. “Puppy,” Angeal warned. Zack sighed and got up, carefully, consciously silent. He settled down, leaning heavily on the counter to watch his food heat up, letting the only sound in the room be the microwave’s steady hum.
“Puppy, what do you think of Cloud?”
Zack smirked. “He’s a pretty neat guy. We’ve been on missions together a couple times.”
“You have?” Angeal tilted his head.
Zack turned around, leaning back with his elbows on the counter. “Yeah, remember I told you a while back that a cadet asked me out?”
Angeal sat up. “That was him?”
“That was him.” Zack nodded. The microwave dinged and he spun around to get his bowl.
Angeal frowned harder. “But if he’s been seeing the other two for months, what was he doing asking you out?”
“They were letting him experiment.” Zack blew on his food and dug in with a spoon, still leaning on the counter. “Well, that’s what he told me, anyway.”
“Hmm.” Angeal considered it. The three of them, First Classes, had never officially made exclusivity a part of their relationship. It had simply become a habit. That lack of formal agreement was exactly what had let Angeal consider himself conveniently free enough to take Zack to bed. There would be no use arguing on those grounds with Sephiroth and Genesis. He swirled the last of the long-cold cocoa in his cup, watching the liquid swirl over the half-dissolved sludge at the bottom.
They hadn’t changed, those two, not one bit, especially not Genesis. Little Cloud would walk the lush trails of absolute debauchery and Genesis would be there to cheer him on, just as he had for Sephiroth, once. Angeal sighed. He’d had his own part to play in that too, so he could hardly call himself blameless. He glanced up at Zack, who was still standing by the counter, wolfing his food.
Time did wear on for some people. Angeal couldn’t imagine stepping aside now to let Zack roam free. Not like that. The pup would have more partners, certainly, but only those carefully screened and approved by Angeal himself. The image of the other two flogging a pretty, young cadet into complete submission flashed in his mind again. He sighed. Gaia help him, he was approving that? Could his puppy handle it? Did he want his puppy to handle it?
Genesis’s sneering boast rang in his head. Done was done. It was too late to go back now. At the very least, Zack didn’t seem to have been the least bit put off by anything. “Zack?”
Zack pulled his face out of the bowl. “What?” Gaia, he ate as messily as a puppy even when they weren’t playing it that way.
Angeal took a deep breath. “Do you want to go back?”
“Where?”
“To Genesis’s place.”
“You mean like right now?”
“I mean, ever.”
Zack shrugged. “Why not? It wasn’t bad. I could get used to it.”
Angeal set his mug down and stood. “So you’re okay with the original plan then? No second thoughts because of the unexpected?”
Zack set the bowl down on the counter, craning his head up as Angeal approached. “It’s weird for you because you don’t know Cloud at all, huh?”
Angeal stopped. “I suppose.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around his young pet. Zack yielded in his arms, melting against Angeal’s chest. Angeal nuzzled Zack’s hair and let his hands roam. Zack’s body was firm, powerful to the touch. Angeal could not deny the thrill that ran through him, having that kind of beauty bowed to his will. He saw blond hair and a leather blindfold again, and forced it from his mind.
“He’s a good kid, Angeal,” Zack was saying. “Getting way more action than I woulda guessed in a zillion years but he’s a sweetheart, I promise.” Angeal said nothing. “Angeal?” Zack asked.
“What is it?”
“Give him a chance at least?” Zack sounded hopeful. Angeal stepped back, holding Zack in place by the shoulders so he could get a good look at his pup. The words Zack had said to him one lazy afternoon rose slowly to the surface.
“You want to top,” Angeal said. “You want to top Cloud.”
Zack blushed fiercely but did not look away. “Is that so bad? I can’t try it with you and I don’t think the other two would let me either.” Angeal kept mum on that matter. Zack blinked a little. “I just want to know what it’s like.”
“Don’t you already?” Angeal could have cursed himself for the accusation in his tone.
Zack only looked confused. “What do you mean?”
Angeal did his level best to keep his face neutral but there was a brusqueness to his tone nonetheless. “Saturday night, when I came into the bedroom, it looked like you two had….”
Zack took a small step back. “You’re mad at me.”
Angeal shook a little, shaking Zack in turn. “I am not!”
“You are.” Zack gasped, looking around on the floor, to his recourse from punishment. “I touched without permission. Cloud, he wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Zack!” Angeal shook Zack a little harder, grasping him hard to keep him from sliding to the floor where he would cry and bare his throat and take a chewing out like an upstart wolf cub being taught a lesson. “Zack, I am not mad at you!”
It occurred to Angeal that shaking the boy wasn’t the best way to get that message across so he let Zack go. Zack stepped backwards, bumping into the counter. “You’re not?” he asked, meek only for his mentor.
Angeal stepped backwards too, sitting down so he would not tower over the boy. “I’m not,” he said. “I just want to know what’s going on.”
Zack swallowed. “Um, Genesis…” Ah, yes, always Genesis. Love for the man was so often mixed up with the urge to wring his neck. Zack glanced away before continuing. “He wanted to watch… both of us, you know, together.” Zack cleared his throat. “He was giving instructions.”
Angeal wanted to slam his head repeatedly on his kitchen table. It was good, sturdy wood; it could handle the beating. “Did he record it?”
“Huh?” Zack blinked.
“Never mind.” Angeal beckoned with one hand. “Come here, puppy.” Zack came over and slid to the floor, sitting up with his head near Angeal’s knees. He looked up at Angeal with as perfect a pair of puppy eyes as there had ever been. Angeal patted his thigh invitingly and Zack leaned in, rubbing his face against it. Angeal was content to stroke Zack’s hair for a while, and brush his fingers across the boy’s soft cheek.
“You say Cloud’s a decent kid?”
“Yes, Angeal.”
“Then we’ll give it a try,” Angeal allowed. “I don’t suppose I can do anything else, since he’s part of their package deal now.” Zack chuckled. “And you,” Angeal continued, scratching Zack’s head for emphasis, “if you want to do some experimenting of your own with him, I can be okay with that.”
Zack perked up. “Really?”
“For the time being. You did say you know him, right?”
“Mmhmm.” Zack nodding fiercely, almost wriggling with joy.
“And you like him, if I remember what you said correctly.”
Zack turned pink but he nodded more. “Yeah.”
Angeal smoothed Zack’s hair, or tried to at any rate, allowing himself a small smile. “Then have fun, pup. Be careful, but enjoy yourself and if there’s any trouble at all, with any of them, you come to me, okay?”
Zack sat up and gave a happy yip. “Yes, Sir!”
“Alright, puppy, that's enough.” Angeal rose. “Come on over here before you get so excited you widdle on my kitchen floor.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Angeal/Zack, Genesis/Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: T
Word Count: 2294
Notes: Small shout-out to
amarissia. Zack might not like it. ;PThe Mission: Prequel | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24
The mad orgy Angeal had been expecting did not happen that weekend. Something happened, obviously. Several somethings, even. But it was, overall, a very secretive series of isolated occurrences recognized only after the fact by glances and gestures and the odd newly-blossomed bruise.
Genesis, of course, had wasted no time at all in molesting Zack. (“Well, technically, Angeal, ‘molest’ means ‘to bother’ and he wasn’t a bother at all!”) Angeal caught the hints of it in his pup’s flushed cheeks and too-quick movements until Genesis reliably removed all doubt. (“Oh, relax, he won’t get pregnant. We did it in the shower standing up.”)
It was also painfully obvious that something was happening between Zack and the boy, Cloud. They spent a day in pajamas, lazily curled up together like a pair of pampered, overfed cats, chattering a mile a minute about ‘noobs’ and ‘fragging’. Angeal supposed it was the latest teen vernacular and kept his distance.
Sephiroth and Genesis fucked twice that he knew of, noisily. Afterwards Angeal found a gouge in the bedroom closet that he knew had not been his doing. Truth be told, up to the point when Sephiroth went down on him in the kitchen, Angeal had been starting to feel left out. The buzz from his ‘welcome back’ blowjob lasted only as long as it took for him to find Zack and Cloud clinging to each other in bed, breathless, trembling and noticeably sans clothing beneath the sheets. Genesis lounged beside them and smirked.
It was almost a relief when Monday came. Cloud disappeared to wherever it was a cadet needed to be, giving Angeal the space he wanted for a serious talk. Except that nobody could or would talk with him. Sephiroth got shipped out that same afternoon to handle a situation near Costa del Sol and Genesis, still fanning angry embers, was more interested in ringing up contractors for repairs and redecorating. He made it quite clear that Angeal was in the way. (I can’t think in this mess! Large irregular objects in places they don’t belong are bad feng shui!”) So Angeal retreated into work for the day, tidying up and getting his filing done, streamlining Zack’s training schedule and, once he was satisfied that everyone was convinced that nothing was out of the ordinary, began a little digging of utmost importance.
It turned out that Cloud was old enough. Just barely, in fact, and Angeal had always found Midgar’s age of consent to be scandalously low. But legally all requirements were met and presumably had been at the start of the affair. The kid sure did have a weird last name, ‘Strife’. But ‘Cloud’ was hardly any better and even ‘Fair’ was pretty rare in Angeal’s experience. At any rate, Cloud Strife was a very pretty young man. It was easy to see what had attracted the other two.
Angeal wondered how they had found Cloud. SOLDIERs rarely interacted with cadets and troopers, except to take note of the few who were particularly promising. Cloud’s initial scores were dismal. Of course, that could have been due as much to size as anything else and according to the records he was showing steady improvement. Angeal stared at the screen, tracking the graphs and charts. The surge in the height line was very recent. Hit his growth spurt late, Angeal supposed, and from the looks of Cloud’s bone structure, he would never be very tall. But a slender build had its advantages, with the right training, and Cloud was in a unique position to receive some of the best.
Angeal shifted uncomfortably. It didn’t appear that Sephiroth and Genesis were training the boy for combat, exactly. The boy wasn’t complaining but that, Angeal was aware, could be difficult. Cloud Strife was young, inexperienced and outranked. If he was anything like the boys who flocked to Shinra in droves dreaming of heroism and heroes, he would be easy pickings for anyone with a mind to take advantage. Not that Sephiroth and Genesis would take advantage. Not intentionally.
Angeal crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, frowning at the screen. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t say he liked it, and wouldn’t, if asked. It was just as likely from where Angeal stood that the Generals were the ones being taken in, seduced by some sweet-looking cadet with wide eyes, soft lips and machinations in his mind. Cloud was in the perfect position to wheedle whatever he wanted out of them, holding the threat of the law over their heads if they did not comply.
But Zack had taken to Cloud so easily and so well. The puppy was at heart a trusting type but he knew the scent of danger. Angeal had done his best to teach Zack how to spot the worst of it when it came to matters of the bed. Ceaseless suspicion, unreasonable jealousy, monopolization, manipulation, Zack could spot the warning signs in a dominant partner. But if Cloud was holding the chains from beneath…. Angeal shook his head and gathered up a stack of reports. He wasn’t getting much done in the office today. He shut his computer off and rose to go home.
The walk was not long. Angeal was settled in at the kitchen table before he knew it. He had a small study, but for slow, relaxed work, for the days he preferred mulling things over, he was content to work where the food was and distract himself feeding a SOLDIER’s endless appetite. He made himself a mug of cocoa and shook muffin crumbs out of the papers until Zack came home.
“Angeal!” Zack hollered.
“Kitchen, puppy,” Angeal called out. Zack bounded in, chattering about his day while he grabbed leftovers from the fridge. Angeal leaned back and watched his puppy move.
Zack sensed the silence and his mentor’s eyes. He turned. “Angeal?” He slid to floor and rubbed a cheek against Angeal’s knee. “You okay?”
Angeal ruffled Zack’s hair. “I’m fine, puppy. Put some more vegetables in your bowl.” Zack gave him a look. “Puppy,” Angeal warned. Zack sighed and got up, carefully, consciously silent. He settled down, leaning heavily on the counter to watch his food heat up, letting the only sound in the room be the microwave’s steady hum.
“Puppy, what do you think of Cloud?”
Zack smirked. “He’s a pretty neat guy. We’ve been on missions together a couple times.”
“You have?” Angeal tilted his head.
Zack turned around, leaning back with his elbows on the counter. “Yeah, remember I told you a while back that a cadet asked me out?”
Angeal sat up. “That was him?”
“That was him.” Zack nodded. The microwave dinged and he spun around to get his bowl.
Angeal frowned harder. “But if he’s been seeing the other two for months, what was he doing asking you out?”
“They were letting him experiment.” Zack blew on his food and dug in with a spoon, still leaning on the counter. “Well, that’s what he told me, anyway.”
“Hmm.” Angeal considered it. The three of them, First Classes, had never officially made exclusivity a part of their relationship. It had simply become a habit. That lack of formal agreement was exactly what had let Angeal consider himself conveniently free enough to take Zack to bed. There would be no use arguing on those grounds with Sephiroth and Genesis. He swirled the last of the long-cold cocoa in his cup, watching the liquid swirl over the half-dissolved sludge at the bottom.
They hadn’t changed, those two, not one bit, especially not Genesis. Little Cloud would walk the lush trails of absolute debauchery and Genesis would be there to cheer him on, just as he had for Sephiroth, once. Angeal sighed. He’d had his own part to play in that too, so he could hardly call himself blameless. He glanced up at Zack, who was still standing by the counter, wolfing his food.
Time did wear on for some people. Angeal couldn’t imagine stepping aside now to let Zack roam free. Not like that. The pup would have more partners, certainly, but only those carefully screened and approved by Angeal himself. The image of the other two flogging a pretty, young cadet into complete submission flashed in his mind again. He sighed. Gaia help him, he was approving that? Could his puppy handle it? Did he want his puppy to handle it?
Genesis’s sneering boast rang in his head. Done was done. It was too late to go back now. At the very least, Zack didn’t seem to have been the least bit put off by anything. “Zack?”
Zack pulled his face out of the bowl. “What?” Gaia, he ate as messily as a puppy even when they weren’t playing it that way.
Angeal took a deep breath. “Do you want to go back?”
“Where?”
“To Genesis’s place.”
“You mean like right now?”
“I mean, ever.”
Zack shrugged. “Why not? It wasn’t bad. I could get used to it.”
Angeal set his mug down and stood. “So you’re okay with the original plan then? No second thoughts because of the unexpected?”
Zack set the bowl down on the counter, craning his head up as Angeal approached. “It’s weird for you because you don’t know Cloud at all, huh?”
Angeal stopped. “I suppose.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around his young pet. Zack yielded in his arms, melting against Angeal’s chest. Angeal nuzzled Zack’s hair and let his hands roam. Zack’s body was firm, powerful to the touch. Angeal could not deny the thrill that ran through him, having that kind of beauty bowed to his will. He saw blond hair and a leather blindfold again, and forced it from his mind.
“He’s a good kid, Angeal,” Zack was saying. “Getting way more action than I woulda guessed in a zillion years but he’s a sweetheart, I promise.” Angeal said nothing. “Angeal?” Zack asked.
“What is it?”
“Give him a chance at least?” Zack sounded hopeful. Angeal stepped back, holding Zack in place by the shoulders so he could get a good look at his pup. The words Zack had said to him one lazy afternoon rose slowly to the surface.
“You want to top,” Angeal said. “You want to top Cloud.”
Zack blushed fiercely but did not look away. “Is that so bad? I can’t try it with you and I don’t think the other two would let me either.” Angeal kept mum on that matter. Zack blinked a little. “I just want to know what it’s like.”
“Don’t you already?” Angeal could have cursed himself for the accusation in his tone.
Zack only looked confused. “What do you mean?”
Angeal did his level best to keep his face neutral but there was a brusqueness to his tone nonetheless. “Saturday night, when I came into the bedroom, it looked like you two had….”
Zack took a small step back. “You’re mad at me.”
Angeal shook a little, shaking Zack in turn. “I am not!”
“You are.” Zack gasped, looking around on the floor, to his recourse from punishment. “I touched without permission. Cloud, he wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Zack!” Angeal shook Zack a little harder, grasping him hard to keep him from sliding to the floor where he would cry and bare his throat and take a chewing out like an upstart wolf cub being taught a lesson. “Zack, I am not mad at you!”
It occurred to Angeal that shaking the boy wasn’t the best way to get that message across so he let Zack go. Zack stepped backwards, bumping into the counter. “You’re not?” he asked, meek only for his mentor.
Angeal stepped backwards too, sitting down so he would not tower over the boy. “I’m not,” he said. “I just want to know what’s going on.”
Zack swallowed. “Um, Genesis…” Ah, yes, always Genesis. Love for the man was so often mixed up with the urge to wring his neck. Zack glanced away before continuing. “He wanted to watch… both of us, you know, together.” Zack cleared his throat. “He was giving instructions.”
Angeal wanted to slam his head repeatedly on his kitchen table. It was good, sturdy wood; it could handle the beating. “Did he record it?”
“Huh?” Zack blinked.
“Never mind.” Angeal beckoned with one hand. “Come here, puppy.” Zack came over and slid to the floor, sitting up with his head near Angeal’s knees. He looked up at Angeal with as perfect a pair of puppy eyes as there had ever been. Angeal patted his thigh invitingly and Zack leaned in, rubbing his face against it. Angeal was content to stroke Zack’s hair for a while, and brush his fingers across the boy’s soft cheek.
“You say Cloud’s a decent kid?”
“Yes, Angeal.”
“Then we’ll give it a try,” Angeal allowed. “I don’t suppose I can do anything else, since he’s part of their package deal now.” Zack chuckled. “And you,” Angeal continued, scratching Zack’s head for emphasis, “if you want to do some experimenting of your own with him, I can be okay with that.”
Zack perked up. “Really?”
“For the time being. You did say you know him, right?”
“Mmhmm.” Zack nodding fiercely, almost wriggling with joy.
“And you like him, if I remember what you said correctly.”
Zack turned pink but he nodded more. “Yeah.”
Angeal smoothed Zack’s hair, or tried to at any rate, allowing himself a small smile. “Then have fun, pup. Be careful, but enjoy yourself and if there’s any trouble at all, with any of them, you come to me, okay?”
Zack sat up and gave a happy yip. “Yes, Sir!”
“Alright, puppy, that's enough.” Angeal rose. “Come on over here before you get so excited you widdle on my kitchen floor.”
