Being a bitch was fucking degrading

Being a bitch was fucking degrading. Which was probably why Zack was the one on his hands and knees. He couldn't really see Angeal bending over for anyone. Of course, he hadn't seen Angeal as the sexual type at all, until the man had shoved his cock up his ass. Angeal'd always seemed more of the stoic, paths not chosen kinda guy. Zack grimaced. Yeah, he was feeling that path up to his eyeballs right about now.

Helping people was overrated. That's all he'd been trying to do really, help. Something was bothering Angeal, and what bothered his mentor, bothered him, so Zack had nicely, a.k.a. stupidly, asked if he could do anything. And apparently, handing his ass over for immediate violation had been not only the cure, but the illness.

Rough, half-formed sentences growled from between Angeal's lips as he thrust hard into Zack's body. Too damn cocky. Waited long enough. Want you bad. Along with the regular line of smut. Fuck, you're tight! Feels good inside you, baby. Breathe, Zack, I know you can take it.

Ha, fucking ha, Angeal! His ass hurt like a…well, like a bitch! His knees ached, and there was fire sparking along the length of his spine. Angeal's hands were bruising his hips. He couldn't reach his cock without going face first in the carpet. And to top it all off, his pride was fucking dead!

Well fuck, Angeal! He didn't have to take this abuse! Angeal was supposed to teach him how to fight, not take cock! He had Reno for that, the prick bastard! Like being a Turk's glory hole wasn't humiliating enough, now he had to suffer Angeal's buster sword up his ass? That wasn't fair at all! Damn it, he was sick of being everybody's fucktoy! As soon as Angeal was kind enough to take his fucking monster dick out of his Second Class ass, he was gonna go find someone more effeminate than himself, and fuck his pretty boy brains out!

That is if he could keep Angeal and Reno's cocks out of him long enough to… What was he saying? It was getting a little hard too… Shiva, that felt good! But, yeah, he wasn't gonna just take it anymore, he was… he was… Awww, fuck!

Pain-crazy heat flared along his body as Angeal pulled out and dropped to the floor with a satisfied grunt. But Zack barely noticed. It was all he could do not to collapse in a puddle of his own come. He narrowly missed it, falling over on his back.

He tried really hard to glare, but he couldn't muster much past simple staring. So he asked for a cigarette instead.

Angeal gave him a look, then passed over the one he was smoking and purposefully lit another. Then, "same time tomorrow, Zack?"

Annoyed rage rippled through Zack's veins, and he growled through the smoke. What did these people think he was? Some kind of living sex doll to pass around at their leisure? He wasn't a whore! He was person, and he deserved some kind of respect, or choice, or at the very least lube! He didn't join Soldier to play 'who's your daddy?', he was here to fight injustice, to change the world, to be a hero…

"Zack?"

Zack gave him a dirty look. "Yeah, Angeal, tomorrow." Some days he really disgusted himself. He gave his inner whore a mental salute. Zack Fair, changing the world, one cock at a time. Actually, it didn't sound too bad, once you got used to it. But he was still gonna find some pretty young thing that he could fuck! After all, a little pride never hurt anybody.