A/n: This has got to be the most random OOC thing I've ever written in my life. I apologize. Recently I have been confined to boot camp, aka hell, and I must admit I am not the same in my head. I hope I can get over this small bump in the road, get back to me, before I release a new piece. I was just itching to let this one out because I started writing it before I left and I didn't want it to go to waste in my computer. So alas, here you go. I am disappointed in myself…

Disclaimer: Do not own…


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Angeal remained hidden in the shadows of the elegantly lit and arranged locale, drinking from a tube-like glass cup the only alcoholic beverage that was being served for the night--champagne.

Charity dinners did not appeal to him at all.

He sighed miserably, keeping a neutral expression on his face as he turned away from yet another good Samaritan overflowing with suggestions on how ShinRa could use Mako for a better cause. There were other things he'd rather be doing. He'd only just come back from a mission and despite his best efforts to not let his mind wander so not to add more to the strain he already felt because of being away, he had a lot of paperwork to get done.

Then there was Zack.

"You look tense." The dark-haired boy noted walking up to him with another tube-like glass filled halfway with the golden bubbly liquid. Angeal accepted the offered drink and downed it as if it were water then gave the boy a look when said boy stared, bemused, his hand limp in the air having just handed over the glass. Zack rolled his eyes, letting out a tired breath.

"Alright, so you don't want to be here." Angeal's grim expression didn't change.

Zack shook his head. He never thought he'd live to see the day his lover and mentor would sulk and pout 3-year old style, yet it was what he had to endure every time Angeal was asked to assist an event outside of the SOLDIER program that would somehow end up benefiting ShinRa Company either politically or economically. Because Angeal was better suited for this type of thing, having the better people-skills between the prestigious legendary unit at the forefront of ShinRa advertising, composed of him, Commander Rasphodos and the General, it was he who was always asked to show face.

He thought Angeal was rather adorable throwing his passive--aggressive fit. He wouldn't miss it for the world either but even he could get tired of too much amusement at once.

Carefully, he examined his surroundings. Yes, this was a public place and Angeal was against all form of public displays of affection. It didn't mean he couldn't take advantage of the situation when the chance was presented to him. Whether he'd intended for this to be or not, right now he had his older lover cornered, absolutely defenseless with not as much as a single eye on them. He couldn't not do anything with that.

Carefully, very inconspicuously, he leaned in, up to the point he felt Angeal almost step back into the wall behind him. Their chests pressed together as they breathed in sync. Angeal could feel the wild spikes of hair that framed his puppy's ethereal face against his cheek and his jaw line as Zack's lips found his ear.

"I'm riding you tonight." The boy whispered playfully, nuzzling into the flesh and small delicate bones there with a small grin. "Just the way you like it, too. I'm going to bounce on top of you and lift my cock and my balls so you can see how deep inside me you get every time I sit on you."

And that was all Angeal needed for this night to be a good one…


The End. Don't know where this came from…