Finally, the all anticipated Muse! (All anticipated as in my beta won't get off my ass) [Hey, it's comfy here...](of course she says my ass is comfy.) *pokes said tush*[Laughs]
This first part of Muse is called ZakAttack, and while it may not seem like it now, this is name is …very accurate. [Buahahaha~]
Nevertheless, info you're gonna wanna know:
The other language Zak speaks is Romanian. There is a translation for everything he says after the sentence. Unless it's obvious. Hopefully obvious to me is obvious to you.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (pre-Crisis Core)
Pairings: Not tellin yet! You'll find out, trust me
Warnings: I am in the process of making the list so I can put it in a post all it's on, and edit it as needed.
Rating: Hard NC-17 - R
Series summary: How FFVII would have happened if left in my hands. Muse: Crisis Core
Zakattack Summary: six months into being a SOLDIER Third Class, Zackary Fair learns the hard way that nothing really comes easy.
[Edit 4/7/2011] For people reading this again (If you are, I love you) I've split the original chapter into two sections, so chapter one and two, you know. Other than the odd edit here and there, at least.)
People like to think I was a genius or something in ShinRa. That I was naturally inclined to fighting, that Materia came easy to me, and that I was just made…born, to be SOLDIER.
I call bullshit.
Nothing has ever come easy for me.
As an only child, you'd think I was spoiled, right? No, my parents made sure I earned everything I had.
And that fact, the struggle to earn every thread that you have, is something that has stayed with me until my dying day.
I was actually only thirteen years old when Turks scouted me for SOLDIER.
They found me a few miles right outside of Gongaga, minding me own business while skinning some Touch Me's; a pile of frog skin and a jar of their venom beside me; a cooked frog leg from the fire not a yard away half stuck in me mouth while some more were cooking.
They had hidden from me then, 'parently worried at the sight of me even back then about what I could do; crouched on the ground in a stance where I could easily spring up in moments, even with the sword slung on my back I shouldn't have been able to carry let alone use.
But even with their skills, I noticed them anyway.
- How the hell did they think black could blend in with green and brown anyway? Did they think they're magical or something? Or that I'm blind? Must have been the blind one. -
Nevertheless, they had found me then, and followed me around for a good few months after that too; every time they came around I would dumb it down, speaking only in the tongue native to Gongaga; what ShinRa calls Gonzoian. How the hell they got the info that Gongaga speaks Gonzoian, I really have no idea…
It took them seven months to catch me haggling with a trader while holding up a bottle of Maiden's Tears, the cure to the Status Aliment Toad. I had made it myself, ehehehe, and then by that time had had a habit of coating the Status inducing liquid on my blade. When monsters die they change back after all, and take longer to vanish.
They thought that I was fifteen – or at least older than thirteen – when they gave me the option of joining ShinRa and I didn't bother to tell them otherwise, desperate to get away from this village but unable to leave the jungles on my own. All I knew then were the jungles; my only source of income was the Touch Me frogs.
Just like my father before me, I knew all there was needed to know about catching, and milking Touch Me's…the Travesty family's income surrounded the annoying creatures.
Michael Zachariah Fair-Travesty was raised by his father, Zachariah Fair, just like he raised me, entire life centered around the jungles and Touch Me frogs and his family.
After he married my mother, they got a year alone before I came along.
Oh joy.
Sex.
Babies.
Er, baby. One.
I was born Zachariah Donovan Travesty on August 25, 1965; named after my grandfathers on both sides – both with the given name Zachariah – and my uncle Donovan. My father had taken my mother's surname so Travesty was my surname, despite him being born a Fair.
When the Turks asked my name, I didn't hesitate.
I told them I'm Zackary, but just call me Zak.
Zackary Michael Fair, for my grandfather Zachariah, and father, Michael. That's the name I put down on my application to the ShinRa army, and that's the name I am known as now. I am my own man now.
And I didn't lie. Zachariah 'Zack' Fair, and Zachariah 'Zackary' Travesty were the best of friends back in the day, and I was named after them both.
However, their time had come and gone. And time has left me here, the latest of the bloodline, Zak Fair, the natural with a sword; the Gongaga native who "can't" speak a lick of Common.
…
As for the name Donovan…
He…is someone I never want to think of or see ever again. I want nothing about myself to make me remember him, even if it is just a name.
…
But anyways. Scouted I was, jupp.
Got in easy, even it took me a while to even get to Midgar 'cause the Turks didn't help me worth shit with that. Course not.
However, I got in all easy like, and it was sad, those first two weeks at the ShinRa boot camp.
After living in the wilds of Gongaga for nearly a year on my own, SOLDIER Boot camp was easy. Any country born child – especially since I'm the only child born to my family – would be able to handle this.
It was easy to become the top of my Wing, and then be nominated for SOLDIER Prep.
SOLDIER Prep is a group of Cadets within the Wing whom, once they were selected for this group's advanced course work, were guaranteed for SOLDIER Third once boot camp was over.
We all got an early dosage of Mako too. The Scientists called it a Test Shot.
That…was horror, the Mako's effects.
Oh, the actual Shot, and the adaptations to my body that it created I adapted too easily; the up in speed, strength, mental progress, and even my senses got a boost, but the real effect hit me hard enough to drop me to the ground not even hours later.
I got horny as fuck.
And panicked.
Actually…a more accurate term was that I freaked, refusing to leave my bedroom once the familiar curls of arousal appeared out of nowhere.
It felt like all someone had to do was look at me and I'd jump their bones.
All I know…knew of sex was pain and humiliation.
I couldn't go through with that again.
A man who I had quickly made friends with during the first beginning weeks of boot came to help me then, Kunsel Aversy, a cutie with odd copperish red hair and dark brown eyes, and he ended up helping me- in short, jack off for a few hours until I could think.
Well…think enough to say 'yes'.
He then proceeded to fuck me unconscious. I couldn't help but stare at him when I woke up, completely functional again. He only shrugged before grinning at me, and I didn't bother getting mad at him, it helped.
February 23, 1980, I graduated from the SOLDIER Prep Boot camp, ranked number one of over 250ish Cadet's that had managed to stay in the program to the end.
Kunsel was number two, graduating a few months later as my SOLDIER partner when we officially became SOLDIER Third Class.
That was five months ago…and I'm up for another Mako Test Shot. This will be my Third Shot.
And…I'm scared.
The second time I got a shot, before I could do anything – like lock myself in my room – they forced me in a large stone room, the door solid steel while letting men – other SOLDIER's actually – come and go as they pleased, so long as they fucked me at least once. I can remember every man that came into that room to do so, all Second Class and up, and I can remember the ones who were gentle, and which men just wanted to fuck the pretty new Third.
The only two I'm thankful for because they ended It – what the Scientists are calling a Mako Rut – are two men I will happily follow until I can stand by their sides as equals.
The only thing is now Kunsel – who holds the title of my boyfriend now – isn't here, and neither is one of the men who helped me last time. The other is still by my side though, but he's not as willing to fuck me unconscious like last time.
What am I going to do, just be used again? Angeal won't let that happen, not when he found out I remember everything that happened in that room…but what will he do?
~(*)~November fifth, 1980~(*)~
18:00 hours
~Zak~
Pain.
Pure agony suddenly flared deeply in my abdomen and I dropped to my knees, eyes going wide while clutching at my gut.
Shit…the pain's come up faster than last time.
It was a fight to uncurl, even more so to get words out of my throat. "Um, Angeal…" I heard man turn as I fought to uncurl from the fetal position I found myself in. "Um, shit owww, fuck, help?"
Just as Angeal was kneeling, I felt the pain spike and cried out, grabbing onto the ground underneath me.
"Oh fuck, oh shit…" Trying to speak through the pain, trying to focus on anything but the horrendous pain burning through my veins, the feeling that surely had to be what acid felt like when it ate at flesh, all pooling at my lower abdomen.
"Zak?"
I lifted my head from the ground, and grimaced at the pain the gesture caused. Angeal cursed, and that almost made me jerk upright, but then my world dissolved in pain the moment I tried to even twitch.
"Just calm down, Zak, just let it pass."
I shook my head rapidly; acutely thankful I was in my mentor/friend's apartments when the shit hit the fan.
This time the pain came in waves, flames of arousal right on its heels and I sucked in a sharp breath, crying out softly.
"Shit. Shit shit, no!" I need to get to my place, this can't happen here! Angeal flipped me over, and I let myself move with him, latching my arms around his neck, just barely stopping myself from kissing him.
"Again, huh?" Angeal started softly, moving us until he could get a hand at the nape of my neck, holding it tightly. I knew then he wouldn't be very responsive today, and cursed.
"Hurts a lot more this time." I whimpered softly, burying my face into his chest.
Being a close acquaintance of Angeal's let me spend much much more time with him one on one then in the classroom with my peers, and so there were odd things I had learned about the man that really had no reason to know.
Like the fact that he used a deodorant that smelled of old spice, and that scent, because he wore no cologne, was one I connected to him, layered over his own natural musk.
And that scent was driving me wild, even as it was calming down the fire stirring in my gut.
I started to squirm out of his arms and Angeal let me go, watching as I backed away from him, curling over onto the floor again.
"You can't ignore it." Angeal informed me dryly. I shook my head, clutching onto the hair behind my ears.
"I can try."
The SOLDIER First snorted. "Until the pressure becomes so much that your subconscious desires begin to take control? Smart, Zackary."
"Not like you'll help anyway." I shot back, rocking back and forth while fighting off a soft moan. Rocking feels good…
Angeal didn't respond for some time, and I scoffed, grabbing onto the harness keeping my shoulder guards in place, flexing my shoulders as they fell to the ground.
With an irritated snort Angeal backed away as I meticulously stripped down to my boxers, and pulled a box from underneath his bed, pulling the SOLDIER resistant leash and collar from the velvet lined package.
"Do you honestly think that will work?" Angeal asked softly, watching motionlessly as I clipped the choking collar on, tugging the SOLDIER First Class proof steel chains through the hoop, tugging it all in place.
"I can try." I snapped back, letting myself roll off of the bed, landing on the floor with a grunt on my back. Down here are the handcuffs that match the collar… "Unless you want me to go find someone else-"
"Stop." Angeal demanded, and I shut up, recognizing that particular tone of voice. The Listen-To-Me-Or-Face-The-Consequences Voice. Last time I didn't, I got to run laps with Angeal's sword at my ass for half a day.
Though…I wonder what he'd do now if I got him angry enough?
Before I could let that idea settle into the scheming part of my brain another spike of pain attacked, this time followed by a dizzying rush of pleasure that had my back arching off the floor.
Fuck, I had forgotten about this part…
I've got…mebbe 30 minutes? Of coherency before my mind decides to take a nap…might as well get this part over with.
Sometimes I really hate my life.
~(*)~
Angeal sighed, watching his young friend, someone he thought of almost as a student; bind himself like some animal, face uncharacteristically closed off. It was like he had a switch inside his heart, and clicked it the other way for the first time that the General had ever seen.
Normally bright blue eyes locked on Angeal's own dark orbs before the teenager turned away, letting himself fall off of the bed with a slight grunt as he hit the ground.
Angeal only watched him, slightly stunned at the teenager's actions.
They had met only a little over half a year ago when during a routine cycling of Squad members made Zackary 'Zak' Fair, and his friend and SOLDIER partner Kunsel Aversy under his command for a single month.
Of the twenty current First Class SOLDIERs only one, the General himself, was given command of a squadron men of First Class SOLDIER. The other fourteen Firsts had groups consisting of Seconds and Thirds. To keep things fair they rotated the currently sixty Second Class and one-hundred eighty Third Class members, meeting each SOLDIER to get to know them before the actual assignment, whatever it may be.
The first time Angeal met Zak - or at least truly acknowledged him - the seventeen year old Third Class SOLDIER was already a genius to his fellow Third's, remarkably talented for his young age and stature - slightly taller than most but with a gangly thin frame that held an uncommon grace - Zak was joking about something loudly, something every First recognized his voice for.
Angeal had realized then, that while Zak maybe a blabber mouth by nature, you needed to be far more worried when the boy actually went silent.
And it took an incident that could have gone so terribly wrong to realize it.
~(Flashback)~
"Are ya sure, Kunsel? Cause really, Ah find Materia very useful meself when in a nasty pickle." Zackary was chatting cheerfully, Gonzoian - what Shinra labeled a Gongaga Native's natural language - accent still bleeding into his words.
"But we never see any First with them, and Seconds rarely have any." The other Third shot back. He was a Costa De Sol native, his own accent a harsh blend of just about everything.
"So?" Zackary retorted. "Just a'cause they don't use 'em don't mean a blasted thing." I grinned softly. "If there be a tool Ah can use, Ah'll use it."
Really, most of these younger SOLDIER didn't know of Genesis, - Lieutenant General and Commander of the Armed ShinRa Forces off Base - who has an impressive collection of Materia, all of which he uses often.
"But anyways," Zackary continued, and I shook my head, fighting back an amused grin.
If there was any Third we Firsts know of, it's Zackary Fair, simply because of his big mouth.
He is always talking.
"Ah got anoth'r spell for me Enemy Skill Materia yest'day! Methinks its call-oh, shit." He trailed off, voice going quiet at the end as he jerked about to look off into the forests at our southeastern point. I doubt anyone but myself and a few others heard him.
But then I really wasn't caring why the boy was suddenly quiet, trying to focus on the noise I had just heard.
It took me thinking back on this assignment to realize something I hadn't noted before.
We both heard the noise at the same time – something the other SOLDIER's obviously didn't – something large that was quickly moving this way.
"Shit?" Kunsel repeated, raising an eyebrow as I turned around, remaining calm while Zackary was starting to look antsy. Obviously he recognized whatever this noise was, or at least knew enough to know trouble was coming. "What's wrong?"
"Somefhing…big, has a lock on us'all." Zackary started softly, and I could see green filter into blue eyes. I remember being baffled when I saw it; very few Firsts ever get a green film during battle, when one would consciously tap into the enhanced senses most of us try to dull to stay sane, but this Third…? "But Ah don't know it. Ah comes from 'round here Kunsel, Ah've spent years huntin' the monst'rs that live in the jungle. 'nd Ah can't recognize the sound. Dis' be bad, big bad." He turned slightly, maneuvering so he could see more of the forest. "Eu chiar nu le place acest..." (I really do not like this ...) he murmured softly.
Then a large blue and green monster burst into the clearing, easily taller than myself with Genesis on my shoulders, and the Third spun about to face it, casting Barrier right what looked like dozens of tentacles attacked.
Nicely done, Fair.
The other SOLDIER's who still stood frozen like green fighters. I remember being acutely disappointed at that moment, and intensely proud when I glanced at the monster again.
Zackary kept a hand outstretched, obviously keeping MP flowing into the spell to keep it in place.
"Prost Materia..., needing silly-stupid amounts of AP t' gimme the oth'r spells." (Stupid) The Third muttered almost inaudibly. "Almost have Wall too…fuckin' timin' needs ta'be shot…" He turned to look at Pervan, the Second Class SOLDIER who was at the time acting Commander of the group, but the Second Class SOLDIER was frozen like the rest of them, staring at the creature.
And then Zackary turned, shooting me a questioning look, the teenager strangely in control of himself while men, older and more experienced, were frozen.
I don't know what exactly he saw when he looked at me, but he let out a grin and dropped his right hand, letting the Barrier shatter. Raising his left hand, the bangle around this wrist -what looked like a Shinra Alpha –and just how did he get that?- started to glow as he spun it 'round, grabbing onto the bangle when a single Materia, a bright gold, -Command type, and how did he get that?- rested in the palm of his hand.
Now I've never seen a SOLDIER use Materia like this before. You don't need to be touching the Materia, only have it equipped, to use it…does he have a special connection with Materia I wasn't told of?
At that time, the rest of the SOLDIER's decided to wake up and jerked back, getting away from the Monster…
That turned out to be a Great Malboro, and we're in Gongaga. This creature is a native of the Northern Continent, and has no business down in a jungle of all places. For all it's a giant plant looking beast.
I didn't give myself time to think about it, starting forward to finish off.
Only one SOLDIER was still by Zackary, the Aversy boy, and he had a hand on his blade at a crouch, body slightly tensed – good.
Zackary's aura rose slightly, then he pressed the Materia against his forehead, casting the spell as he threw his right hand out.
Aqualung, a water spell that manifested as a massive amount of water bubbles wider than I am tall appeared in the air, flying towards the Malboro who screamed shrilly.
"Oi Kunsel, you gots a… foc, ceea ce a fost focul din nou?…Fire! Fire Materia on you, right?" (Fire, which was fire again?) Zackary asked casually while watching the Malboro thrash about, large thick tentacles fighting off the barrage of bubbles.
"It's a Fire2." Kunsel drawled out slowly, holding out his left hand. "Why?"
"Ya almos' gots it masta'd, ya?"
I couldn't help but snort softly at the look Kunsel shot his teammate.
"Just about, why?"
Zackary grinned, and Kunsel seemed to wince.
"Cas' Fire2 for me den." He requested, waving a hand to the soaked monster.
"Uh?"
Zackary waved hand again. "Don'na think about it, silly. Jus' do it, k?" Zackary then raised a single finger into the air. "Faceţi cum am spus, nu cred că, doar face." (Do as I say, don't think, just do.) Kunsel shot his friend a look as I marveled how he could smoothly go from Gonzoian to Common, but did as asked, the plume of fire hitting the plant creature and causing massive amounts of damage from what my Sense Materia told me.
"…Don't those things hate Ice?" Zackary held up his Bangle, his Ice Materia resting in the palm of his hand, but didn't get to respond as the Malboro threw itself at them, releasing Bad Breath.
Kunsel jerked out the way, coughing harshly but Zackary remained still, one hand locked on the blade at his back. Once the Malboro was almost only a yard away, Zackary darted to the side, thrust his blade into the monster's side, chanting a single word in his native tongue as he did so, and then ran, with his blade still in the monster until he was at the Malboro's back. Once there he spun on one heel while using his foot against the monster as a spring board to leap up, plunging the sword in, dragging up and then out, each action followed by a single sharp word. Once the blade left the monster's flesh, he did a twisting summersault, landing about a yard behind the Malboro with his back to the monster.
The moment the blade pulled free in a shower of monster guts the Malboro's attack ceased and I ran forward, grabbing what was left of the Malboro and finishing what Zackary started, tearing the plant like monster in two as he cast a very advanced Ice3 as he spun back around to face it.
Unfortunately, the Malboro gave one last twitch; violently expelling something from Zackary's previous slash and the teen let out a yelp.
I blinked, dropping the remains of the already dissolving monster, and then had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of the SOLDIER Third Class, dripping monster guts and the like.
"Acest lucru este atat de dezgustator! Sooo not fair!" (This is so disgusting!) He wailed, shaking his hands held up before his chest; a completely crestfallen, almost kicked puppy look on his face. His entire body was dripping in whatever the Malboro once called intestines, enthusiastic spikes held down by the weight of the sludge. Nothing was going to save that uniform.
"You know." I started suddenly. "Malboro are considered some of the most venomous monsters on Gaia…"
"Yea. An' they taste really good when fried up all nice and purdy. Yummy yum." Zackary inserted, grinning widely before he made a strange face and turned to the other side, spitting out a glob of…something. I really don't want to know what it is.
"So…why aren't you writhing from the feel of your intestines coming up?"
Fair's face twisted, and then he made a soft sound while messing with his left shoulder pad, showing a length of red thread. "Ribbon." He started, releasing the armour, and then pulled his collar to the side, letting me see two chains around his neck. "Pretty thing, ain't it? And one a th'se be a Star Pendant, me thinks."
"Nice precaution."
He nodded smiling gently a moment later.
I remember thinking that it was the sweetest smile I've ever seen in ShinRa.
"Th'nk ye kindly, Sir. I hate bein' poisoned." He made his ick face again, and then turned to someone behind me. "You 'kay ov'r th're, Kunsel?"
"Okay as I can be Blinded." Aversy started, coughing his answer out.
Zackary started to shift around, but I held up a hand. "Let me do this." I pulled some Eye Drops from my items pouch, taping Aversy's chin while pressing it into his hand.
"Thank you, Sir." The helmeted teen started softly. Zackary let out a whoop and I turned, seeing slight circles of light suddenly circle the boy as he started to dance in a circle himself.
So, he's leveled up, hum?
"What level are you now?" Zackary turned to me with a proud grin then bright blue eyes darted over to looked at the others, and for once he actually kept his mouth shut.
I raised an eyebrow, and the boy shook his head once.
I'll let him keep his secret. He'll have to tell me eventually.
~(*)~
And he did.
Once we got back to Shinra, he managed to find me alone and apologized profusely, looking like he was completely downtrodden.
Then he told me he'd just gotten to level 20.
Something unheard of when most boys his age aren't even at level fifteen, most second year Third's levels are in the teens, but yet again with this teenager…
Even if he lived on his own for a year, he would have been fighting nonstop to gain so many levels so young…
Just what, I had wondered, made him need to defend himself so much, he'd need to improve beyond most teenagers his age and older?
~(*)~End Flashback~(*)~
And once again, Zak had fallen silent.
But this time it wasn't a watchful silence, one of alertness, a readiness to fight; no this was a full teenager brood.
I find myself wondering if Zackary Fair really is 17 when he acts so much like a child at times.
Dancing in joy with a level up. Unable to stop switching from Gonzoian to Common.
Nevertheless, it's been about a year now since then, and Zak has barely changed, mentally at least.
He managed to drop his Gonzoian accent fairly quickly after I met him, though surprisingly he can easily switch back and forth. I myself lost the grasp I had on the special words only those in Banora used, though I still could understand when Genesis went into a rant in our native tongue. I just couldn't say them myself anymore without listening to Genesis for a good five minutes.
Zak let out a soft moan, and I fought not to turn as slight jerks soon started on the chain, Zak's mako laden mind not comprehending the need to undo the latches the teenager had so painstakingly done not even half an hour ago.
The Rut had begun. A Dance of sex and screams, his body's instinctive resort to expelling the toxic Mako counts that his body could not absorb and now, with that goal Zak's body would begin to release a hormone that would drag any physically stable SOLDIER to him.
Because, no matter who you are, physical release was the easiest way to expel Mako from the body, a quick shot that didn't damage sensitive tissues over time.
Zak was calling people to him, men to have sex with. All he needed was the release.
I…am surprised that Zak himself hasn't even jumped me yet.
Even with the hormones released, I am somehow able to stay away, but that could change at any moment.
But…with this boy's stubbornness, I know that probably will change soon.
Zak has a crush on me, a genuine one since he knows me for who I am, and not what people believe me to be. Knowing that, and the fact he's drawn to me during these times…these Ruts are taking everything out of him.
Even his dignity and pride. What…what can I do?
~(*)~
20:00 hours
Of all the people to send when Angeal doesn't show up for a meeting, Sephiroth had to send me.
Genesis Rhapsodos sighed dramatically as he stalked though the halls of the Shinra building, easily making his way to Angeal's apartment without even having to think about it.
"Infinite in mystery," Genesis murmured softly, gently knocking on Angeal's door. "-is the gift of the Goddess."
There was an odd scent in the air, and it only increased as Angeal opened the door, closing it quickly behind him.
"Genesis." He started tensely.
A single red eyebrow rose as the First Class SOLDIER noted the scent seemingly clinging to Angeal's body. "Sephiroth sent me here." He started, backing a step to look at his childhood friend with a single eye, head slowly tilting back. "He was worried when you didn't even call in to say you aren't coming to work. But…I think I know why, now."
Dark eyebrows lowered and Angeal's face nearly morphed into one of terrifying rage before he took in a deep breath.
Genesis didn't seem to notice how close Angeal was to literally throttling him as he continued to dig deeper and deeper. "That poor puppy of yours, he's in a bit of a pickle again, isn't he." The red headed man didn't even bother making it seem like a question. "It has been a few days since the Third's bi yearly Mako shots, isn't it?" Angeal's already dark eyes seemed to go black. "I can smell him all over you, Angeal, don't bother to deny it." Aqua eyes brightened even as they narrowed and Genesis smirked lightly. "I'm just shocked you have managed not to bury yourself in that-"
Angeal's eyes flashed bright green and Genesis shut up, fighting not to take a step back.
Genesis may have always pretended he was only second to Sephiroth, but he knew it wasn't true. Get Angeal angry and he could easily defeat the red headed Lieutenant General.
He would never admit it, but there was a reason he let Angeal have the title General, only one step below Sephiroth, while he trailed along behind them both.
General of the Army, Sephiroth.
General Angeal Hewley.
Lieutenant General Genesis Rhapsodos.
"You know it hurts the boy to be left like that." Genesis started softly, tilting his head. Mako bright eyes dulled as Angeal turned away. "Why didn't you take him to the med labs?"
Angeal winced, and a red eyebrow slowly rose. "Last time…waking up there utterly terrified him." Angeal started softy. "Besides, we didn't have enough time once he realized it was happening."
Genesis latched onto the muttered words, fighting back a grin that really would make Angeal hurt him. "Aahh, yes. Last time." Genesis crooned. "Last time when both Sephiroth and yourself sampled that so very sweet nectar your dear little puppy has been keeping from us all, that delicious forbidden frui-"
"Enough, Genesis." Angeal snarled out, voice almost a low growl, cutting the man off mid word as Genesis' mako laden aqua eyes started to glow.
"-as you wish." The red head started diplomatically, speaking as if he had never been cut off as Mako bright eyes locked on the door now. "But really, are you going to let your dear friend remain like that?" Angeal flinched and Genesis licked his lips. "Will you…let me help him?"
Dark eyes closed. "Go and see if he will." Angeal started softly, bowing his head. "I have no say, you know that. Maybe he will…maybe he won't." Angeal took a step to the side, and turned away.
Genesis watched his childhood friend for a moment, and then sighed gently. "Angeal…" Said man turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Why haven't you helped him?" A single hazel green eye turned to look at Genesis, and then the younger of the two sighed.
"I…don't want to be with him again when he's under the influence of Mako."
Genesis locked a Mako bright eye on the General, and then sighed, opening the door.
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest."
~(*)~
So, imagine my surprise when Angeal left, and Genesis Rhapsodos jumped me.
And the sad part is, just like before, I opened myself – and my body – to him without a fight.
The thing about these Mako Ruts; is it affects my brain. It does something, tweaks this snaps that, and in the process completely destroys my inhibitions.
And greatly lowers my standards.
I can remember every face of the men that fucked me when I was locked in the cage in the Science labs, and I can tell you, I wouldn't have let 95% of those men touch me on a normal basis. And yet in the end, of the forty men that ended up coming to the cage, I fucked 32 of them. The other eight I kicked out because their Mako Tolerance was so low I would have ended up getting another decent dosage from them – they're losing that much Mako every time they cum, sad huh? – or they had an STD. And horny as fucking hell or not, I'm not getting a goddamn STD.
So, Genesis came, and managed to make me cum about 8 times before I passed out. Great huh?
When I woke up the next day, Mako Rut completely erased from my system – who knows, I might have one two days in a row, once the dosages go up. Gods I hope not – Angeal was standing by the window in the guest bedroom – yea, someone moved me. I wonder why… – just leaning against the wall holding a glass of something in his hands while he gazed outside.
Then, what just happened kinda clicked.
I just had sex with Angeal's childhood friend, in Angeal's apartment…in Angeal's bedroom.
Holy shit!
I had snapped upright in the bed – conveniently forgetting that Genesis left me bucket naked – and immediately turned bright red when Angeal turned to me.
But…he only smiled, handed me the cup, and told I can stay here until I take a shower to wash off scent from the pheromones I'd been giving off.
I just stared at him while the Commander of the First Class snorted at me, and then started out the door.
He refused to let me pay for new sheets, or even help with burning the old ones.
I finally got him to let me at least get rid of the nasty things and give them away to someone in the slums. After I washed them like, ten times.
But…that wasn't my last encounter of a sexual sort with Genesis. He's…arrogant like that.
He's taken to coming to my apartment every Thursday he's at the ShinRa HQ, and fucking me up against the wall of the balcony room in my apartment.
Only because he finds me there every Thursday. I just know if I wasn't in that room he'd stalk me, find me, and fuck me into the ground wherever he found me.
Yea. Not happening.
Normally he leaves me unconscious where he finds me. Kunsel's getting pretty pissed at finding me knocked out and covered in cum in the room with my pants thrown somewhere – that location never stays the same… really – and now that Kunsel and I are official; I get to tell Genesis he needs to stop molesting me to unconsciousness in the apartment my boyfriend and I share.
Without him leaving me unconscious on the floor from either another orgasm or a boot to the head.
That's…going to be fun.
Can you hear the sarcasm?
~(*)~ November fifteenth~(*)~
10:34 hours
~Zak~
"What the fuck man?" my best friend and roomie started incredulously. "Zak you have got to be kidding!" I grinned widely, and brown eyes rolled. "That don't make no sense! A Second would have been able to smell the shit!" I laughed at that, looking at the crowd surrounding us.
Kunsel kept the performance up, amber brown eyes alight with total glee behind his helmet as he fought not to start twirling a strand of his odd copper/bronze hair, a sure sign anyone who knew us well he was trying not to laugh; and yet despite his mirth he playing his part well.
"Did you really get away with giving a Second a ball of the shit?"
I listened as he pitched his voice to sound utterly amazed at my sheer audacity, and I simply marveled at his acting skills.
If it were possible Kunsel would a Turk SOLDIER.
But that didn't exist.
"Do you think I'd lie?" I raised my hand then pressed one against my chest, shrugging with a deceptively innocent smile, and what I could see of Kunsel's face wavered.
"FAIR!" A voice bellowed and I turned to the side, raising an eyebrow.. "AVERSY!" Kunsel's face reddened, a sign I've learned he's really trying not to laugh. Angry footsteps sounded behind me and I hastily wiped my face clean as a Second – decked out in that ridiculous maroon uniform – strolled up to us, hands crossed as he nearly vibrated with anger. "What is this I'm hearing about you pranking a Second Class?"
Kunsel tilted his head. "Who told you that?" He asked after a few seconds, voice darkly contemptuous even if he did sound honestly confused. "Sir." He tacked on hastily.
It took me a few moments to shove down the urge to shove my fist in my mouth and just laugh.
"Don't play games, Aversy." The Second spat. "You were just conversing with Fair about giving a Second a pile of shit!"
I snorted, and glowing black eyes turned to me.
Wow. The glow did nothing to make him more handsome. In fact…does he dye his hair? Black eyes and platinum hair…doesn't make sense…nor even seems to pretend to be natural.
Then again…with my odd eyes, I really can't say anything.
Even if it is the Mako's fault.
Or so I keep on telling myself.
"FAIR!"
I blinked. Oh, right. He's expecting me to talk.
How to bullshit my way though this one… "Sua." I started, tilting my head innocently while letting my accent slip slightly. "Wuh ya 'avesdroppin'?" I asked in a hushed whisper widening my eyes while letting my voice gain a note of total outrage.
Kunsel snorted at that, turning his head to the side slightly when I shot him a look.
"Beckause 'avesdroppin' be very very rude, ya kno." I continued on blithely while laying it on thick, and crossed my arms, closing my eyes with a nod. Pausing for a moment I nearly started laughing as soft, nearly incoherent whimpers came from Kunsel, escaping him at random moments while the Second simply stared at me.
I gave him a look back, and Kunsel couldn't hold in a squealing laugh that lasted about three seconds.
The Second was still too busy staring at me to notice.
"I's true wes was talkin' 'bout…tha'….but t' each od'r, na one else shuld kno', ya kno?" I glanced about, letting it seem really obvious I was checking for stalkers; instead, I saw just people trying not to laugh – but not changing colors…yet - not yet, let's work on that – and Kunsel was bending over clutching onto his abdomen.
"Sees-" I started in a low whisper, taking a step closer. "Kunsel an' I have dis joc joc…dis gamewe play, sees, wes both make up th' most horr'indis thin' we can 'bout people sometimes t' ya kno, and gossip about it t' see how many peoples goes about talkin bout it, or even believin' us, afor they'all figure it's a lie. " I nodded, and this time Kunsel really did shove his fist into his mouth, his entire body beginning to shake. "Joc joc means game, b'th'way." I added in cheerfully, and someone in the crowd let out a high pitched squealing laugh.
Probably was Jefferson. He has a witch laugh.
"…See what happens when you assume, Sir?" I then asked innocently, reigning my accent back in. "You make an ass out of you and me." Then I backed up and let out a bright eyed beam, showing all my teeth in what I have been told looks like a ridiculously cheesy I'm-Trying-To-Get-Away-With-Something-And-You'll-Never-Know Smile.
Kunsel finally let out a howl, bending over double as he laughed himself silly; his laughing slowly growing higher in pitch until he sounded like a dying Chocobo. I looked down at him with a raised eyebrow while backing away from the utterly stunned Second. Well…we really aren't tested for our brains…
"And I win." I started, kicking Kunsel's leg lightly. He nodded after a few moments, fighting to breath properly. "I'll collect at the end of the week Sil~" he waved a hand, finally standing tall.
I turned to the Second. "And Sir." I started as if in an afterthought. This one is only worth that much…"We weren't talking about actual feces." I told him matter-o-factly, voice flat, merely giving him my report. "We were discussing ground Wutai Remeha weeds, Sir, they smell atrocious when wet…right?" this time people around us burst into laughter, Thirds mostly.
Black eyes narrowed, and I actually looked at him, narrowing my own eyes in return.
Oh. His name is Ascrost; a newly promoted Second Class….he was in my Hand to Hand class; but because of my injuries on the field last month I couldn't take the test with the rest of my class…like Kunsel. No one really says anything about it though, 'cause Kunsel and I were in a class with Third Class SOLDIERs who had held that rank for over three years.
I wonder though, seeing as Kunsel and I have only been Third Class for a little over six months now…would they have promoted us if we did pass?
Seeing Kunsel rub at his back where he took a gunshot for me from what looked like a mini cannon, I sighed, grabbing onto his upper forearm.
"You soo aren't better, liar liar pants on fire." I told him sternly.
He snorted while rolling his eyes, sighing a moment later as I helped him stand tall. "Hey, Hey~ I just stretched the new skin is all~ I'm fine~!"
I snorted. "Ya that ass is nice but you, my fine~ friend cannot handle doing too much on your back right now."
Kunsel let me drag him to the hospice, laughing. "How about on my knees?"
"Prea tentant, I'd want to grab." I stated in a monotone. (Too tempting)
"Me on top?" Kunsel threw out after a few moments, and I rolled my eyes.
"I'd flip you, and then we'd be at the same situation, tâmpit tâmpit." (asshole)
"Can I at least suck you off?"
I slanted a look his way, and found him dead serious this time. "I'll think about it."
He grinned lecherously, amber eyes flashing. "Good~! I'm already lookin' forward to it!"
"…I haven't said yes yet."
Kunsel snorted at me. "Oh but you will~"
"…That kinda sounds like rape, 'Sil."
Kunsel laughed. "You can't rape the willing." He informed me dryly.
I shrugged, chuckling when Kunsel shot me a look. "Eh, true that."
~(*)~
13:15
"This sucks!"
I punched out, feeling a sharp zing of pain from the still healing bullet wound in my left shoulder, located right below the ball and socket joint but ignored it, crouching down slightly while letting my fists rain down the punching bag.
"And you blow 'Sil. Get over it."
Kunsel – helmetless for once – laughed dryly and then spun on one heel, kicking at a basketball left on the ground. It flew through the air, bouncing off the far wall and ricocheted back. Kunsel stepped to the side moments before the flying orb could smash into his chest, kicking it again as it rebound off of the wall behind him, the ricochet falling low enough for him to hit without strain. Kunsel kicked the ball with all his strength, but even with how fast it's flying, I can still track it, even not really even paying attention to it.
All because of Mako.
One of the things I love about the changes Mako did to my body – even in these beginning stages – are the senses. Strength, ya, a nice update to be sure, but with my two test shots I can see clearer and so much farther; react faster; sense things clearly, instead of feeling a dull something in that direction, a feeling I've always had, that I've learned is more common than I knew. Kunsel has his own version of a sixth sense, but he shows it in odd ways.
The last time he reminded me he could sense things, he did it by protecting me from the bullet to the back.
Lucky me, at the time I had been hit with another bullet and was too stunned to move; this one after burying itself into my back, nicely nestled under my shoulder blade – yea it actually managed to get me at the perfect angle that it got stuck – and also, lucky me, the bullet was Materia treated.
The moment it stopped moving, it released a Bolt into my back. It was so close to my spine my entire boy seized up, and I near dropped.
But Kunsel was right there, we had been side by side.
Kunsel saw me freeze, sensed the bullet coming my way, and shoved me out the way, taking the bullet in his lower back.
Now, technically his injury is worse than mine…but he doesn't seem to remember that.
The moment I took my amour and shirt off when we got to the Third's Gym after his checkup he started to fuss once he saw the bruises on my back from the still healing wound, showing more concern for my injury than his own.
One thing I hate about the Shots is that it makes everything sensitive. Hearing, taste, touch, and even though it's been two weeks already I can still feel the pain of the bullet hitting my shoulder, burrowing its way into the joint and cutting of my range of motion while damaging the fragile ligaments that helped me move while it shot nerve numbing jolts through my body, using my very bones as wires to shoot through the rest of me. Two weeks, and the injury still pains me.
Not that I'm letting Kunsel know that. He'd mother-hen me to death. I wonder where he got that from, actually...
"Four weeks! A little torn muscle and I can't work out or go on missions for Four Weeks!"
The last punch I put too much force into and I had to weave out the way, jerking back a step.
Then that ball flew by, hitting the punching bag with enough force to knock its bottom chain out and I cursed, ducking out of the way of the wildly swinging bag. Kunsel let out a snort and I raised a hand towards him middle finger in the air even with my fists bandaged up. He laughed again, and I ducked.
Kunsel kicked the ball again, and I turned to watch the ball just narrowly miss the person entering through the double doors, bouncing off of the gym's doorjamb to shoot back into the air. Then the bag swung by again, and I turned back to it ducking under the massive white thing.
"Hey. Fair."
I looked over my shoulder to look behind me, raising an eyebrow. A Second had just walked into the Training Room meant for Thirds. Kunsel seemed surprised, even as caution appeared in his eyes. He ducked behind the opened door, hiding in the shadows as his ball continued to ricochet around the place.
If this Second has any brains, he would be able to tell someone else is in here, because of that damn ball.
"Yo." I greeted, ducking under the still flailing punching bag. I stood tall as it weaved past, and then held a hand out to stop it, letting its weight settle in the palm of my hand. "What's up?"
Nasty looking green eyes narrowed, and the blond raised a hand to play with the insignia attached to his chest. It was a blade hovering at a slant with its hilt upright, a fist above it.
…I know that symbol.
Well what do we have here, a Qurgie.
Qurgie; or as they are supposed to be called, the Interrogation Specialists in SOLDIER.
Whereas within the Regulars, Interrogation Specialists are skilled in Language as if it was an art, being able to spin a man around until they're telling what you want without them knowing it.
SOLDIER Interrogation Specialists regularly use brute force to gain the information they want.
I'm of the opinion that if you want to torture people that much, then you have no business as a SOLDIER when we are basically molded to be able to fight monsters. Thus the name I made up for them back during my Cadet training.
"I wanted to spar with you, if you will." The Second started, filtering a hand through blue streaked locks. "We in the Second Ranks have been hearing rumors about you, and I'd like to see if you're as strong they say." He smiled then, a nasty looking smirk that made me want to run screaming the other direction.
I shot Kunsel a look and he nodded once, holding a hand out, a single glowing Materia in his palm.
Fire3, and by the looks of it, a mastered one. That's good. Just in case this guy does something stupid. I have no clue why a Second would think I could be a challenge for him, when the Second Class are made to be double if not triple the skill of a Third.
"Okay then." I nodded once. "When would you like to spar?" Glowing green eyes locked on my hands, and I shifted, tightening the bandages I had wrapped around my knuckles.
"How about…tomorrow, here, at five? 1700 hours."
I blinked, tilting my head.
Going to make a spectacle of this, meh? Okay then. Fine. I'll just make sure to make him barely able to walk away when the fight's over, win or lose.
"Sounds good. Rules?"
He smirked again, and I fought back a flinch. "Everything goes."
My eyes went wide. "No adding a second or third person into the fight." I stated automatically. "One on one. Only." Green eyes narrowed and I tilted my head. Now of all the rules I said, a SOLDIER normally wouldn't have a problem with this, or insist it himself. Why does this automatically make him angry? Does he want a massive all out amongst the Seconds and Thirds? Seconds may be stronger, but when it comes down to it, there are three times more members who are Third's in SOLDIER than Second's. "And no killing. KO ends the fight." Normally that is a given, but with this one I'm not sure…Let's just draw the line and make sure he doesn't start toeing it.
His eyes are a nasty looking shade of green. Almost…like a toad's ass. That's got to suck. Having eyes the color of a toad's ass.
Frog face finally spoke up. "Of course." He tried to state sincerely. He sounded constipated instead. I felt my upper lip twitch. "I'll see you then." The Second turned without another word, and stomped out the room, looking furious.
I blinked for a few moments, letting my mind replay what just happened. "…Did I just get challenged to a duel by a Second Class?" I said, blinking.
Kunsel stood from where he had hidden, head tilted as he stared at me with wide eyes. "I…think so." Kunsel glanced at the door, and then a very familiar light appeared in his eyes. I turned my head slightly, watching him with narrowed eyes as he checked the clock on the far wall – and really, it's almost midnight – and then turned to me, grinning.
"Fuckin' nympho." I started affectionately. Kunsel only smirked, grabbing onto my hand to pull me to the semi hidden corner of the Gym, the other hand latching onto my shirt, pulling it away from my skin. "Can't you even wait until we get back to the apartment?" He was walking backward, hands latched on to me with a grip I couldn't find it in myself to break. It's nice to know I'm wanted so badly sometimes.
"Don't want to. It's more fun this way." Kunsel said coyly, letting his back hit the wall as he slipped his hands down my chest before starting on my belts. I raised an eyebrow at his tone, and his grin turned evil. "Besides, I want to give you a blow job now, not later."
I sighed, purring softly as deft hands dived into my opened pants and boxers. "You aren't really getting a negative from me."
Kunsel grinned at that, fingers curling slightly as they grabbed a hold of me, moving slowly. "I can see that." Indeed the moment he started undoing my pants my blood began to boil, and my face is probably flushing, I'm so damn pale even with the natural color in my skin. I want my tan back, damnit.
"An' ya wond'r why Ah flip us ov'r so much," I grouched, closing my eyes while Kunsel turned us around, pressing my back against the wall. "Goddamn tease."
His grip suddenly tightened and I cried out, pressing both hands to the wall. My hands scrambled at the wall while Kunsel slowly knelt, my pants falling with him.
"Fuck fuck fuck…" the word became my mantra as Kunsel played my body like a well known fiddle, quickly bringing me to the cusp of a really good orgasm, and then letting me hang there. Slowly, achingly slow he deep throated me then, and hummed!
"Ya are soo lucky you can't be on your back, Kunsel." I managed to gasp out, clenching both hands into his shoulder length hair. He was pulling back now, and I closed my eyes, thankful for a breather.
I wish.
"Fuck-AH!" I let my head fall back, back arching slightly.
Teeth. Some of the best and worst items to ever be introduced to the sexual world. Kunsel was nibbling on the tender skin on the side of my cock, biting a bit harder than normal, for what reason I have no clue but it felt soo good I nearly sobbed the pleasure out.
Kunsel made my brain freeze once again and I sagged forward, clenching my teeth while fighting to breathe, fighting not to tighten my grip in his hair to the point where I start pulling it out.
Blast it all. He loves to tease me, wanting to break my self control…and I can't. I don't want to hurt him, masochistic bastard!
Slowly, I felt my breathing become fainter and faster as I started moving my hips, mindlessly gazing down at him. Honestly, I really can't focus my eyes he's makin' me feel so good.
Kunsel closed his eyes and hummed, drawing a muted curse from me as I involuntarily thrust into his mouth harder than I meant to. He only purred, the vibrations blowing all thought away as it sent me closer and closer to the edge.
"I-if you don't stop that…" I somehow managed to stutter out, and it did me no good because he paused and then backed off of my cock, nibbling at that slit at my glans. I gasped out in alarm, then he sucked the head into his mouth again, tonguing the slit, and I felt my control break.
My grip on his hair tightened briefly before I let my hands slip down his shoulders, clenching them tightly, then let my left hand tug on his hair, letting lose a low groan as Kunsel let out a surprised sound before starting to purr.
"Holy fuckin' shit 'Sil!"
Fuck if that didn't make the orgasm continue longer! I felt my knees give way and slowly slid down to the ground, Kunsel moving along with me until he was basically laying in my lap.
Finally, he pulled away, amber eyes glowing brightly, and licked his lips as I panted.
"Want you so bad." He said in a low purr, straddling my hips while leaning forward. I put a hand to his forehead before he could give me a kiss that didn't make me care wherever we where.
"Not…here." I said with an explosive gasp, narrowing my eyes when he only frowned at me. "Blowjobs are one thing, 'Sil, but full out sex? You're just asking to get caught, aren't you?" He paused for a moment, and then grinned widely, raising a hand. I saw a Materia on his bangle flash, and then the air around us flared, simmering slightly, before he rocked us together.
So recently spent the touch of his cock, even through the cotton of our uniforms, sent sparks of pleasure up my spine and I gasped out, hands relocating to his hips.
"Kunsel!" he only laughed. "You bastard, you know how sensitive I am!"
"Exactly." He murmured while leaning closer to me, half straight half curly hair falling into the air between us.
I gaped at him. "You mean to tell me you're actually-" Stars burst before my eyes as Kunsel moved again, deliberately focusing on rubbing against my over sensitized cock. My hands found his shoulders and I let myself fall limp, eyes closed, simply trying to ride the pleasure before he made me completely mindless.
Kunsel pressed his lips to my neck, and I felt him smirk.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Kunsel backed off of me and I managed to open my eyes, witnessing the bronze haired teen pull his pants off, his armour somehow already in a neat pile off to the side.
"I, have wanted you inside for days now, you know." I winced, looking away. "Oh, you don't like the show?" I looked at him, then sincerely wish I hadn't as heat rushed through my body, bringing a flush to my face.
Kunsel laughed softly, pulling my shirt off before wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pressing his lips to my neck. "You always seem so bashful once things get heated between us." He murmured softly, pulling my hand back to press it to his ass. "Yet…once you're inside me, you treat it like a gift you'll never get again." He pulled back, locking amber glowing eyes on my face as I started to gently rub my finger against his entrance. He shuddered slightly as I slipped the tip of my finger just inside, and then pulled it free.
"I guess…I just don't expect anything to last, so I treasure what I get."
Flashes of sweaty skin on skin, long beautiful silver hair fanned out below me as glowing silver eyes grew wide with pleasure; with the pleasure I gave him while another hovered behind me, the ecstasy all around threefold. Heat encompassing, the solidness inside, being held so tightly, gently, lovingly, soothing words whispered into my ear, with nails biting into my back, pain and pleasure keeping me grounded here, away from the swirls of Lifestream that threatened to take my mind away.
Amber eyes broke the spell my own memories wove as he pulled my hand from his ass, pulling three of my fingers into his mouth. Looks like he forgot, or doesn't want to use lube this time. Finally, when my fingers slipped away, shiny in the dim light and slick with saliva, I put my hand back down, shoving a single finger inside, and Kunsel moaned throatily.
One became two, and then two became three while I worked at making Kunsel start begging. It's happened before.
Too soon the bronze haired teen grew dissatisfied and pulled my hand out of him, grabbing hold of my cock and sinking down before I could brace myself. I moaned softly, letting my hands fall to the floor as Kunsel slowly settled down until he was straddling me again.
I let him control the pace, speed, everything, and Kunsel performed beautifully, slowly working us both up to just a step before orgasm before freezing, both hands locked on my upper arms while I clutched onto his hips, fighting not to move. Sweat soaked hair falling into glowing amber eyes looked down at me as I slowly drew a hand up his back, circling the reddened wound before grasping the nape of his neck.
"Zak-" I moved, free hand grabbing onto his hip as I thrust upward, jerking both our bodies off the ground and Kunsel's voice trailed off in a cry, bodily collapsing onto me. "Oh god." He started to whimper as I grinned softly, rubbing at the nape of his neck. "Oh god, oh shit-" I didn't give him a chance to finish as I thrust up again, feeling Kunsel's bucking cock against my abdomen. I let go of his hip to stroke the hard organ and Kunsel's entire body shuddered.
"You close?" I bucked again Kunsel cried out as I laughed, letting my breath warm the side of his neck. "You're enjoying yourself I know." I loosened the hand against his neck, smoothing the hair down his nape as he continued to let out low moaned whimpers, and then bucked again grinning at Kunsel's cries.
"Fucker." Kunsel managed to spit out, both hands tightening around my arms.
"And you love it." I grinned while bucking again. I could not help but smirk smugly as Kunsel's eyes widened, then slipped shut as he moaned out a curse, cuming hard against our chests.
Then everything tightened around my cock and I gasped out, everything going black as I wrapped both arms around Kunsel's chest, fighting it, fighting it-
"Let go." Kunsel panted out, one hand moving to grab the nape of my neck, forcing me to bare my throat. "It's…okay if you cum with me…you know. It's not ridiculously romantic or anything." His own orgasm tampering off, Kunsel continued to shift, and I gasped harshly as the clenching unclenching tighter and tighter passage suddenly started to move-
Heat. Rushing and rushing, and oh it hurts building building like a coil wrapping tighter and tighter-
Snapped. I felt my head hit the wall, mouth going wide even though I didn't have the breath to make a sound. Then it felt like something deep inside cracked, and my back arched almost painfully as I was swept away.
Once the world of white faded and I could see clearly again I blinked a bit, finding myself flat on my back, Kunsel still straddling my waist while his hand played with my hair, the other keeping him from collapsing onto my chest.
"Damn, you came hard." He breathed, face still flushed but voice even. I rolled my eyes, letting myself lay there limply only breathing. "Okay Zak, you were out for a good minute, and I'm all sticky. Let's hit the showers."
I huffed out a laugh, letting the older teen pull me onto woozy feet.
Kunsel paused before we truly left the gym then pulled me close and I blinked, tilting my head as he looked up into my eyes.
Even just spent when he kissed me – his lips against mine, all slow and soft and emotional like – I felt my blood start to stir. Sometimes I love being a teenager.
Kunsel didn't break the kiss as he started to walk us towards a door, and I didn't bother fighting as Kunsel lead me back into the communal showers, dropping his shirt onto the ground. I let the belt of my pants go and stepped out of them and my boxers in a single step, only letting out a sigh as he moved us both into the same stall, and then spun on one heel to push me farther into the stall while flicking the curtain shut behind us.
My back against the cool tile, I wrapped my arms around Kunsel's shoulders, feeling his arms circle my waist moments later as the water started, turned to nearly as hot as it can get.
"You ready for tomorrow?" Kunsel whispered softly and I snorted, burying my face into his shoulder while letting the water ease the tense feeling radiating from my spine and branching outwards.
"Does it matter if I'm not?" I said, a shudder racing my spine as Kunsel's reached upward, rubbing at the nape of my neck. "It's not like he'll go easy on me, or better yet let me pick a better day." Kunsel smirked at me, lowering his hand to rub at my lower back, and I tilted my head with a sigh, looking down at him. "Again?"
"Do you know what you look like wet?" Kunsel shot back, hiking me up until I could wrap my legs around his waist. "Wet and naked? How can I not want to?"
Whatever I would have said fled my mind the moment a finger pressed against my entrance, already slick with water it felt like.
Oh shit. This is going to be interesting. No lube makes everything more intense.
Kunsel made sex feel so good it almost hurt. Even when preparing me he had a finger constantly at that one spot while flexing three more inside without even so much as a hello.
I grit my teeth against the burn, hands clenched into water soaked blood red curls, fighting back deep moans. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, like a fight while you're staying still…mostly.
Also, fuck I hate it but it's true, once Kunsel got going he doesn't say a word, not a warning not a question or comment, just-
Fingers vanished and the head of his cock replaced them as I felt my back arch, hitting my head on the tiles roughly.
-Just action and pleasurepainecstasy harsh breathing and hot flesh-
"Fuck, fuck…" I clenched my thighs, tightening my hold on him while slowly forcing him deeper inside. Looks like he's either in teasing mood…or-
Kunsel chuckled as he surged forward to finish the thrust and I felt my entire body jerk as I cried out.
-Or he's gonna be rough with me.
Pain and pleasure.
I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes as Kunsel's hands untangled themselves from my hair, gliding down my back to grab my ass, spreading me wider while he took a step forward, sinking even deeper into me as I let out a strangled sound.
One of Kunsel's hands relocated to my lower back while the other sank lower, a single finger caressing where we joined.
I fought my way back to coherency, shooting Kunsel a look. "What the hell… do you think you're about to do?" I spat out, shifting until I could move his bangs from out of his face and then felt my ability to speak flee when he stuck two fingers inside, right along with his cock. Body tensing up faster than I thought possible seconds later I went completely limp gaping up at him, blinking rapidly as I felt the fingers move, unquestioningly going for my prostate.
Stars exploded in my eyes as he moved, bucking his hips back and forward the moment fingers found that spot inside and I shouted, unable to help my eyes rolling back. He shifted us again, putting my ankles over his shoulders.
I didn't know I'm that flexible. Damn. What would he have done if I - my brain stopped working as I let out a choked whimper.
Fingers milking at my prostate, heavy warmth shoving deeper and deeper - the helix inside was back and its coils wrapped through my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I could only hold on as Kunsel did his best to fuck me senseless.
Gasping wordlessly, I pulled my hand out of his hair, feeling the strands stick to my skin as if wanting me to stay there, and pressed it against the wall behind me, scratching my nails on the tile as Kunsel suddenly slowed his pace down, pulling his hand free from my ass to clutch my hip again. Lips pressed against the side of my neck as he exhaled slowly, and then sucked in a breath as he thrust into me, hitting my prostate dead on, forcing a scream from my lips.
Kunsel only grinned. Hitting my prostate dead on like a gong, and then on the next thrust sliding away to hit just to the left, or just underneath the bundle of nerves guaranteed to make me cum quickly. Panting harshly, I clenched the hand still buried into blood red curls, pulling Kunsel's face up and latched onto his lips, moaning as he started nipping on my lips.
The hands at my waist shifted, and that's all the warning I had before Kunsel bodily lifted me up, slamming me back down just as he thrust back up. I screamed bloody murder, breaking the kiss to bash my head on the tiles behind me again, but the pain only lasted bare moments as he did it again, this time hitting the place that made my vision go white at the edges. I couldn't get a noise out.
He paused a moment, lifting my legs onto his shoulders then grabbed hold of my ass, forcing me up and down, each slam of his hips drawing more and more of a haze into my sight.
One hand vanished and then suddenly pleasure shot through my body as he actually spanked me, the sound of flesh on flesh and the painful pleasure the hit evoked throwing me into a gut wrenching almost orgasm that had me jerking forward, pressing our foreheads together.
Then, to my ever-loving surprise, the bastard pulled out completely, leaving me gasping eyes wide. Before I could get a sound out he slipped my legs off his shoulders, pressing my knees to my chest while pushing me back against the wall. I blinked rapidly, hand instinctively going for my length, trapped between my legs while our bodies were so close I couldn't even shift to find relief, but his hands found my wrists, then one of his hands held both hands over my head, his free hand gently stroking a pattern on my side.
So close, so fucking close. I writhed in his hold, my own legs locked between us making it impossible to rut against Kunsel's abdomen with my legs keeping my cock from touching anything, unable to speak for the pleasure making my body shake, begging without words.
All I got were lips at my neck, his hair tickling my shoulder. And even that was better than nothing, but not enough.
I can see the ledge all I need is a good push, but damnit he's stopped! Even with nothing inside, leaving me feeling empty and gapping wide – like someone had taken a spoon to my insides and scooped them all out – his very presence was tightening the coil tighter and tighter, but I can't snap it on my own, and I moved my hips flexing my arms, tying to get a hand free.
Despite the feel of our erections touching – but not enough no not enough I can't move! – Kunsel stood statue still, erection pulsing against mine. I could feel the heat from it, throbbing angrily but Kunsel didn't move.
Then, after what felt like an agony of waiting, he kissed me, completely taking over while not letting me breathe, head tilted to the side to taste me.
Ecstasy, white hot and painful suddenly exploded through my veins and all it took was Kunsel entering me again for the coil to snap.
Falling through a vortex devoid of sound or sight; every nerve and limb on fire and I can't breathe through the kiss, keening into Kunsel's mouth while he let me go, thrusting again once; my arms suddenly freed wrapped around his neck before I could concentrate, pulling us closer – twice; a hand wrapped around my neglected cock, the feel forcing my spine into an arch as I thrust a hand out behind Kunsel's head, the limb shaking – Third; hit the prostate and I screamed as my body seemed to alight in ice cold agonypleasurepainecstasy, eyes rolling back.
And everything faded.
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15:15
Glowing amber eyes welcomed me back down to earth as I blinked up at him, completely boneless with my nerves still jittery. I was laying on a bench in the locker rooms adjacent to the showers, completely dry and dressed.
…Just how long was I out?
"Well well well, hello there, sleeping beauty." A hand brushed dry hair from my eyes and I blinked up at him, leaning into his hand.
My body felt warm, the hand at my thigh sending tingles of pleasure up my spine that made me wince.
"Getting a backlash?" Kunsel murmured, grinning as I scrunched my face up against the pleasure his very touch created. "Forgot that happens t'ya." I glared at him, closing my eyes as he brushed the back of his hand over my forehead. "I cleaned ya up after ya passed out, and you're dressed in ya back up uniform that was in ya locker. Ya just need to get up so we can get back to the room." I blinked up at him, and when Kunsel only grinned at me sighed, rolling my eyes, and made to stand up.
Somehow, with me completely boneless and so not helping, Kunsel got the armour on my shoulders and waist and started dragging me by one hand through the halls of the building after forcing me to hold a bag with our dirty stuffs in it. Before I could get my brain back online a door was unlocked and the familiar scene of the apartment we shared came into view.
Kunsel grabbed the gym bag from off my back and threw it somewhere in the kitchen, dragging me to my room. I let him do as he pleased; head tilted to the side as he nudged my bedroom door open and shoved me into the room, my ass hitting the bed a moment later.
Then Kunsel grinned, and before I could think about it my ass was in the middle of the bed, about to let myself fall of the other side.
"Kunsel," I started calmly, at least I think it was calmly. "No." he snorted, pulling his helmet off to shake his hair out, left hand reaching up to grab his own locks, pushing his bangs out of his face. I bit my lip, backing up a bit more.
I really don't understand why Kunsel always wore the helmet, because he's a beautiful man, and with mussed hair he looks even better, damnit.
He took another step closer and I had to stop this before it got to the point of no return. Again. "I mean it." I told him while raising a single finger, backing slowly as he started walking towards the bed. "Really, you've already blown me once and then we've fucked twice, you knocked me out for who knows how long-"
"A good thirty minutes actually, that second time." Kunsel butted in cheerfully, dropping the helmet to the ground as he crept closer, one knee on the bed now. "And I plan on knocking you out completely this time."
I gaped at him, unable to move fast enough as Kunsel leapt foreword, landing right over me, hands level with my head, knees at my waist. "This is cruel and unusual punishment." I told him, gritting my teeth as my body twitched from just how close he is to me. His proximity is starting to make feel like my nerves have been hijacked which is really sad. Really, I doubt I'm going to get used to this. It's like my body is sad I didn't get to feel all of the last orgasm because I passed out and is trying to give it to me now.
At least…before Kunsel does.
Crawling forward he simply sat on my waist and I fought back a moan, bucking. "You jus…gonna sit on me?" I managed to get out, and Kunsel smirked.
"Jupp!" he started cheerfully. "That's all ya need." I glared at him, fisting the sheets on my bed. "What? Anything more might bust a few brain cells, and you need those." I grit my teeth, fighting the stars appearing in my sight, and groaned when Kunsel jerked suddenly, blinking down at me.
"Don't do that!" I moaned out, letting my head fall back, but Kunsel only laughed as got off of me then running out of the room, his own door opening with a bang moments later.
Oh shit. What did he think of? I sat up slowly, hearing his bedroom door suddenly slam shut and then Kunsel came back into the room and was on the bed before I could get off of it, flipping me onto my stomach.
"Hey!" I shouted, jerking my head out of the pillow. "No manhandling!"
"Shush. Stop being a baby." He sat on my back, reaching for my nightstand, messing with the alarm clock there. "Your match is at 5 pm tomorrow…and lucky you, we both have medical leave tomorrow."
I rolled my eyes. "And so I get my ass handed to me, while on medical leave." I pouted snaking both hands under my pillow with a sigh. "Great."
Kunsel didn't seem to hear me, continuing to tinker with the alarm clock. "And set for ten." Kunsel put the clock back and twisted around until he was straddling me, idly rubbing at my shoulders.
His touch was soothing as much as jerk worthy, and I fight not to twist in his hold as he slowly worked his way down my back. "That hurts." I told him dryly, and got a smack on the shoulder for the comment.
"Suck it up."
I let out an absentminded hum. "Suck what up?"
Kunsel laughed again. I let out a hiss as the vibrations shot up my back.
Slowly, he started working on my shoulders, strong hands working their way down my back until I was boneless again, and more than half asleep, even with the rays of pleasure making my body shiver.
"You still coherent down there?" Kunsel asked cheerfully and I let out a vague sound in reply that came out in pathetic whiney noise while the bastard laughed, shifting until he had both hands on top of my ass. It took me a second to realize he was messing with my butt, and I turned, looking at him blearily.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Kunsel sniggered for a few seconds, shifting until he was straddling my knees. "This." and then let all his weight fall on his hands, forcing my body, and – my cock – farther into the mattress. I let out a furious hiss into the pillow then grabbed it, smacking him over the head with the ball of fluff. Wish I had a brick in this thing now or something relatively painful when hit with. Maybe I should hide all my Materia in here so I can use it as a weapon!
"Stop that!"
Kunsel laughed again but got off of me, and then didn't let me roll over. I turned my head to glare at him, but the look came out as bewildered when he pulled my pants down.
"What. In. the. Hell? Kunsel!"
A finger stroked my entrance and I tensed, shuddering.
"This might be slightly intense." Kunsel told me cheerfully. I glared at him, letting my eyes slip shut with a wince as he slowly pushed one finger back inside. He kept at that for what felt like an eternity, gently loosening me back up without sending me overboard. Yet.
I get the feeling that's part of it.
When he finally pulled his finger out, and suck something else back in there.
I blinked, turning to look at him as he tied what felt like a string around my thigh. "Kunsel…what was that?" he hummed, flipping me back over while pulling my pants off completely. And now I'm worried. There are a lot of things he could stick up in there that will make this really suck for me. Really really suck.
"You'll find out in a second." Kunsel started and I scowled at him, pouting at his cheerful expression. "No really, you will."
He grinned down at me and pulled something out of his pocket, what looked like a mini remote. I blinked, then started to creep back, very concerned at the contemplative look Kunsel was giving that thing.
Finally, his grin turning into a smirk and he pressed a button, and with that, my thought process just flew out of the goddamned window as my entire body started writhing where I lay. Less than a second later Kunsel had me in his arms, my ass in his lap, and everything fell down the wayside.
Whatever the hell it was he put in me I really don't care anymore because it's vibrating. Whimpered gasps and moans escaped my throat while I fought to curl inward, eyes wide while Kunsel began to stroke my cock gently, other hand gripping my wrist hard enough to bruise.
Too much. It was all too much spikes of sensation everywhere; his touches more than I can take, everything was too hot, I can barely breath, barely see though the sheer focus he had on me. Using my free hand, I slowly let it fall behind my back, finally gathering enough awareness that whatever the hell he put in me, no matter just how good it feels, it needs to go!
I managed to touch the string Kunsel had tied around my thigh, barely shifting the thing really, and felt my body jerk while I threw my head back, gasping at the spike in pleasure. Damnit, if just shifting it did that…
Kunsel sniggered into my throat and started to lick slowly at my neck, leaving me choking on the mewled whimpers that tried to escape my throat.
Once again, he's made me speechless. Damnit. He'll gloat about it later for sure; he's won that battle but he hasn't won the war, he hasn't gotten me to the mindless-limp-fish-fuck-me stage just yet. Thank Shiva. I took full advantage of that, lifting my hips off of his lap just enough to make a grab for the string again, this time giving it good yank.
Bad idea.
Terrible, horrible idea.
I had thought I could use that old band aid trick. You know? Rip it off fast and the hurt is a sharp sting versus the agonizing pull off-all-slow thing?
I should have known better.
Just touching the string had me gasping with the pleasure, and yanking it quadrupled my reaction.
Because this time I managed to get it close to my prostate.
Kunsel grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to look down at him while he smirked up at me, ducking his head down to nip at my neck while I stared at his head mindlessly, fighting against the white at the edges of my vision.
Black was following the white and I let my neck go limp, gasping for breath, my fingers still clutching onto the string that started the damn problem.
I felt myself buck and Kunsel held me closer to his chest, grabbing my arms before I somehow managed to pull the thing out.
It felt so good, too good. And I've been spent three times already after Kunsel tortured the fuck out of me, I know it'll take some time for my body to be able to respond to the stimulus, even with this thing inside making it hard to breathe. Everything inside was screaming and shuddering, but there was no coil, nothing tightening up ready to snap, just pleasure on pleasure on pleasure on pleasure, all building up into agonizing ecstasy.
Kunsel was chuckling now as he gently switched us around until instead of just sitting sideways in his lap I was straddling him while he fought to keep me upright, both of his hands clamped on my wrists. I was screaming yet couldn't make a sound, eyes wide but I can't focus, can't see.
The thing alone would have me writhing but that damned sensitivity I get whenever I cum too many times was making my vision blur, all I could hear was my harsh panting and my heartbeat. Kunsel was like a force of energy all around me, I can't get away from it, it all feels too good, I, I can't breathe.
I felt my eyes pop, and tried to suck in a breath but Kunsel was there before I could get all the air in, lips locked at my neck, nipping and lapping at that one spot that would have rendered me breathless anyway. I choked, feeling myself go limp, and Kunsel let me drop, falling forward with me while still latched onto my neck.
From knee to chest we were touching and if I even had a proper boner right now, I know I'd be rendered unconscious from the sheer electricity I can feel racing down my body.
Finally, finally, something responded, but it wasn't exactly what I was expecting.
I could always feel the difference inside once I had first taken the Test Shot. It was like a pool of energy deep inside that slowly grew larger and larger, and surged whenever something jolted it, like now.
And I could feel a Rut coming.
The Mako's burn was quickly rising up my spine, and I knew my eyes had begun to glow by the grin Kunsel sent my way. He slowly shifted, raising himself off of me while I felt everything start to slow. I let my head fall to the side and grinned, sighing while Kunsel sat on my waist.
Slowly, I got both hands underneath me and sat up, grinning at Kunsel, who paused, unconsciously tilting his head.
"Uh…Zak, you're eyes are green." I nodded, and then smiled, and amber eyes went wide. It didn't seem to reassure my lover, because he blinked at me.
"Mako Rut." I informed him with a grin and he swore. "Oh, don't worry; I doubt I'm going to go mindless. This time."
Kunsel blinked at me, and from the look on his face, I think he really doesn't believe me. "…You're talking. Coherently." He noted, and I laughed, quickly flipping us over.
"I do that."
Kunsel made no move to flip us back over and I pouted, carding one hand through bronzed hair. "Not when I actually fuck you speechless." He shot back and I grinned, shifting slightly.
"But we haven't actually fucked yet. At least, not since the last time…" I let my voice trail off and Kunsel laughed at me. "Let's fix that!"
He blanched at me, instantly realizing just the idea I had, but before he could actually refuse, I pounced, leaning down while sliding my tongue into his mouth.
From the start of our little fuckfest in the gym when he gave me that blowjob, even if it seemed as if I as in control, I wasn't, not really. Kunsel knows exactly what to do to get the results he wants, and if he wanted to be fucked, he got fucked.
Not that I'm complaining.
Now I'm turning the tables. The Mako burning in me refused to just settle with me on my back, no matter just how fun that is. Pulling away from Kunsel's mouth with a pop I pulled his zipper down, opening his pants enough to get at his cock.
Without waiting for him to respond I grabbed onto the head of his cock and shifted forward, gently rubbing it against my entrance. "This might just be slightly intense." I told him with a smirk and sunk down, grinning widely as Kunsel's eyes flew wide. Then I couldn't be bothered to watch him react as the pleasure/pain the Mako had deadened came back twofold with the increase of stimulus and I threw my head back, eyes rolling. I could hear Kunsel's low growls and whimpers, his hands were locked around my waist, everything was white-
Kunsel finally let out a snarl and bucked, and I screamed feeling as if my brain just exploded, shuddering while Kunsel sat up, locking us together while rocking, his own cries muffled into my chest while I stared sightlessly at the bed's headboard, gasping soundlessly.
The coil was back, twisted so tightly it seemed like a straight line wrapping my body round and round. I wrapped my arms around Kunsel's neck keening, make it stop make it stop-
Agony. Excruciating bliss.
Sharp snarls echoing through the air with a high sound, going on and on and-
Bruising grip on my sides, teeth at my neck. Sharper and sharper-
Almost there.
Everything is white, there's a roaring in my ears-
[Edit 4/7/2011] For people reading this again (If you are, I love you) I've split the original chapter into two sections, so chapter one and two, you know. Other than the odd edit here and there, at least.)
-For the people who actually read everything they see, did you actually read this message twice? XD-
