Entry tags:

angeal/zack, fanfic, fic: the mission, sephiroth/genesis/cloud, yaoi

Fic: Marching off to War
Title: Marching off to War
Series: FFVII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth/Genesis/Cloud, Angeal/Zack
Rating: R
Word Count: 1525
The Mission: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11
Art: Hot Dinner | Alt Link: DeviantArt


“Zack.” Angeal straightened himself and looked the boy over, coming to a decision with a thoughtful nod. “I think it's time.”

Zack swallowed. “Really? I'm ready now?” He licked his lips and tried to pretend that his toes weren't tingling.

Angeal looked the boy over, coming to a decision with a decisive nod. “You're ready. Go clean up and get dressed and make sure you look neat.”

Zack's eyes widened. “We're going now?”

“No time like the present, pup.” Angeal smirked. “You're not getting cold feet, are you?”

Zack swallowed again. “I- I'm okay.” He had honestly begun to suspect the day would never come.

Angeal studied him. “Pup, if you're not ready or interested, we don't have to do this. It's not for everyone.”

“But... you-”

“I'll be fine, puppy.” Angeal sat down and tugged on Zack's collar to tilt his head up. “It's you we need to think about.”

Zack leaned in and nuzzled his mentor's knee, taking a moment to rest his head there and think. The change had been part of the plan from the start and it was unfair to back out now. But he'd grown comfortable with things as they were. He wasn't afraid exactly, but if the new arrangement didn't work out, things would never be the same again and that would be a shame for everybody involved.

He sighed.

“It's okay, pup.” Angeal ruffled his hair. “They'll love you.”

“You think so?” Zack looked up.

Angeal smiled. “How could they not?” Zack smiled back. Even if they didn't, Angeal loved him. Angeal would always love him. That would be enough.

“I'm ready.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Hoist him higher,” Genesis instructed. “I don't want him able to rest his weight down.”

Sephiroth obliged, turning the pulley at hair's breadths increments till Cloud's only contact with the floor was the slight brush one toe made as he swung. Just enough to tease him. Not enough to get control of his own motion. Sephiroth checked the chains again before locking everything into place.

They had triple checked every piece of equipment in play tonight, the chains, the harness, the hooks in the ceiling from which their precious bundle was suspended. They had bound his arms fingertip to elbow behind his back in a Wutai style. It was Genesis who had suggested the maddening arrangement of Cloud's legs, linked by shortened chains to the cuffs on his body so that only one foot was within reach of the floor, and that only momentarily while the boy's writhing sent him swinging.

He was blindfolded, the leather around his eyes contoured and reinforced. His jaw tensed as he tried to gnaw at the gag. His neck was not showing signs of strain yet, but the chains had been pulled to force his back into a beautiful, gentle arch, leaving his torso bare to Genesis's undivided attention.

He was beautiful like that, bared under the lights. Their play had been gentle leading up to this so there were no old tracks on him. The mountain-bred paleness of his skin glowed nearly white in the lights. The chains clinked from his shivering in a way almost like light music.

Genesis pulled out a dark blue silk ribbon and trailed it down the boy's face. Cloud inhaled sharply Genesis shushed him. He let the length of ribbon glide down Cloud's body. It was easy to see how well the color suited the boy when he was hung up for display like this. The boy was attractive, perfectly beautiful even if his limbs were more gangly that was strictly becoming. His growth was beginning to come in.

Genesis used the ends of the silk to tease Cloud's stiffening cock to fullness. He shared a wicked smirk with Sephiroth and proceeded to tie the ribbon around it, adding a bow as a flourish. “Well, aren't you a precious little gift, dear.” Cloud whimpered.

They had brought out all the toys tonight, with every intention of using as many as they could. They would drive Cloud to the brink of insanity with what they drew on his skin. Genesis smirked at Sephiroth and thumbed the small remote. Cloud made a strangled sound and jerked in his bonds, fists tightening, clanging the chains as the plug inside of him whirred to life. Sephiroth sighed happily at the sound. He signaled his approval to Genesis with a long, utterly contented gaze. Genesis let it go on a half minute more, then turned the power down. Cloud moaned piteously.

“Is he cold?” Sephiroth asked, brushing his fingers down Cloud's chest.

Genesis eyed Cloud's nipples. “I doubt it, actually.” But just in case, he brought out a weak fire materia and studied the toy selection. Certainly something here could warm Cloud up. Some of new additions were absolutely exquisite one-of-a-kind pieces, meant only for the very powerful. SOLDIER powerful. He would have to be so careful using any of them on Cloud for now, but Genesis liked to plan ahead.

They kept a full complement of healing materia equipped in a bangle nearby. And potions. And blankets and extra water and even a jumbo bottle of electrolyte-laden sports drink in Cloud's favorite flavor, because the last time they had tried to play this hard the stubborn kid had held on till he passed out. He had been absolutely forbidden from ever doing that again, but with Cloud one could never be sure. They would keep a careful eye on him.

Genesis selected a flogger from the chest, one made of many fine strands. He trailed it up from Cloud's ankle, causing the boy to squirm some more. This one would tickle and scratch and when he put it to proper use, it would sting delightfully. Genesis leaned in and held Cloud's chin. “I hope you're ready, Chickabo.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Tuck your shirt in, Zack.”

“It's in,” Zack insisted. “What next, straighten my tie?” They were both in uniform, swords and all because according to Angeal, spontaneous sparring was common among the three Generals. It was good to be prepared.

Angeal looked Zack over. He made an attempt to spit-tame Zack's spikes that the boy heartily resisted. “Quit it! That's gross! Why do mothers do that anyway?”

“I'm not your mother,” Angeal mumbled, going after unruly bangs.

“Then stop acting like it.” Zack ducked away and stuck his tongue out. “That makes this even more like some creepy pimp scenario than it already is.”

Angeal straightened up and took a furtive look around. “Not in the hallway, pup. Wait till we're inside.”

Zack made a sheepish bow and tried to make sure he was presentable while Angeal knocked on the door. They waited a while, Zack hopping from one foot to the next. Angeal knocked again.

“Maybe they're not at home,” Zack suggested.

“No, they're in there. I can tell from the light under the door. They're in the bedroom.”

Zack squinted at the floor. The gap underneath looked pitch black to him. “You can see that? Man, First Class is awesome!”

Angeal made an affirmative sound and dug around for the spare key card. “Hang on a second. We can let ourselves in.”

“Uh, 'geal, you sure that's a good idea?” Zack was hopping again, almost ready for a full-on bounce. “I mean, if they're in the bedroom...”

Angeal chuckled and ruffled Zack's hair, undoing all of his previous work. “We don't have to join them right away. We can hang out in the living room.” Zack looked unsure. “They have a big screen TV.”

“Okay!”

Angeal flipped the switch for Zack's benefit once they were inside. He could see well enough himself without it and he knew the layout in any case. He followed the voices. “This way, Zack.”

“Um, I think I should wait out here,” Zack said. He could hear the sounds, true, and didn't think it wise to go barging in, but he had just spotted the entertainment center too. Hot damn, First Class rocked!

Angeal patted Zack on the shoulder. He could understand the boy not wanting a first meeting to be of that nature. In his own case, though, it could hardly be anything he hadn't seen before.

“Genesis?” he called. “Seph?” He nudged the door open and peered inside.

Shock made his slam the door the rest of the way. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?”

Sephiroth and Genesis froze in their leathers. The young blond thing they had trussed up between them jerked in the chains. His chest was heaving, his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat and the red blush of the lash. His neck was strained, his knuckles clenched to whiteness behind him. He was entirely bound, gagged and blindfolded. He was helpless, painfully young and thoroughly at the mercy of two beasts who would grant none.

Genesis relaxed first, the surprise sliding from his face to give way to deep, sensual satisfaction. “Angeal,” he purred, playing it to the hilt. “It's been so long since you joined us. We've missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Angeal said in a flat voice, as he reached for his sword. “Too bad I have to kill you.”