A/n: I wrote this for ayuka86's LJ fanfic challenge. The prompt was Bic Runga's song "Sway" for me because it's the first song that came on when I put my ipod on shuffle and play. Hope you like it!
Warning(s): Language. Zack can have a dirty little mouth when he wants to…
Disclaimer: Do not own…
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It hadn't all been peachy with Angeal, Zack was thinking, standing beside his mentor and lover by the sink, drying the cleaned dishes he was handed. Angeal was a strict and stubborn man with a spotless reputation to uphold. He didn't allow himself slips, like sleeping with his 16 year old student, it just wasn't becoming of the caliber of man he was. Even when they had confessed mutual attraction for one another, Angeal kept swaying between the lines of right and wrong. It had frustrated Zack in the beginning, he didn't know how to break through the wall of indecision his mentor insisted on keeping up.
So how had he managed for Angeal to bend his way finally?
"What are you smiling about, puppy?" the commander asked, a ceramic plate covered in soap in hand. Zack shrugged.
"I'm trying to decide how I want you to fuck me tonight." Angeal blanched, the plate slightly slipping in his grip. They locked eyes and Zack was bold enough to drop his gaze to his lips then bite his own seductively. "Definitely puppy-style," he called the position according to Angeal's nickname for him on purpose. "I want you to do that thing you do with your tongue behind my ear."
He found himself pressed to the stainless steel fridge next to the sink in a flash.
"I can do that thing with my tongue right now," Angeal whispered, his lips brushing his jaw line with every word uttered. Zack smirked to himself in triumph. With Angeal, bluntness worked like a charm. Always.
The End. It's short, I know. Review please?