Don't own FFVII. Paralysis Kink, I may think about claiming.
Inspired by endless missions in Crisis Core giving me too much time to let my mind wander. :3 This is a two-part piece that I didn't really put too much thought into. It starts off a bit strange, there's a reason for that. I'll shut up now. Have some smut.
Zack made his way through the dark cavern cautiously. His mako-enhanced eyes had no trouble cutting through the darkness as he crept forward in the gloom. A tiny sound caught his attention and he turned toward it, freezing up as he was stunned. No, literally, someone hit him with a paralyze spell. He wanted to turn, to at least see his attacker coming, but he was unable to so much as twitch a muscle. Shit. Shitshitshit. How many times has Angeal told me?
"How many times have I told you, Zack..." Angeal's deep voice rumbled from directly behind Zack.
The spiky haired youth would have jumped right out of his skin if he'd been able to move at all. He'd screwed up--again, and now Angeal was here. And he sounded angry.
"I'm disappointed in you, Zackary," the voice continued, now coming from very close to Zack's ear. "Have you forgotten everything I've taught you? Have I just been--" Zack felt large hands on his sides as Angeal pressed against his back, brushing his lips teasingly against Zack's ear. "Wasting my time?" he finished in a whisper, sending chills down the younger soldier's spine before pulling away entirely. Zack could hear him pacing behind his back, could practically feel the burning stare of his mentor's eyes.
Zack's pulse was racing. Angeal would never hurt him, would he? He could feel the paralysis wearing off but just before he could regain some control over his limbs, Angeal hit him again, rendering him completely paralyzed once more, his muscles only locking up enough to hold him upright. His heart was still pounding as Angeal once again pressed against him threateningly.
"I don't think you realize the severity of your situation Zackary. Your lack of preparation has left you completely at my mercy. Were I of a mind to, I could easily take advantage of the situation. Of you."
A shock ran through Zack's body as Angeal slipped his hands underneath his student's shirt, the large, calloused hands tracing teasing patterns over his taut stomach, trailing upward to tease his sensitive nipples. Zack could do nothing but shiver and vaguely wonder when Angeal had removed the belts and harness of his uniform.
"Perhaps a new lesson is in order," Angeal's voice was husky and dark as he slowly began stripping Zack of the remainder of his clothing, running his hands leisurely over the paralyzed boy.
Zack was terrified. This wasn't right, Angeal wouldn't do this to him. He wanted to scream out, to beg him to stop, to struggle, to fight, to do anything, but he couldn't. Slowly he began to feel life returning to his leaden limbs, and his hope flared only to be squashed a moment later when Angeal once again hit him with a stun, this time casting the spell repeatedly. Zack panicked as he felt his heart rate slow and every last muscle relax as he slumped bonelessly against Angeal.
"Now, now, you have to relax. I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you." Angeal's voice was deep and rumbling, with more than a hint of mirth to it.
Suddenly, Zack felt the world pitch backwards and he found himself straddling Angeal's thighs as the man sat down. Zack had no idea where Angeal had gotten a chair from, but he supposed that was more of the "being prepared" lesson. Had Angeal planned this all along? Had he known that Zack would forget to equip the bangle that would make him immune to paralyzing stun attacks, like he'd been warned to? Zack's attention was dragged back to the present as Angeal roughly grabbed his hips, pulling him backward to grind his thick member against Zack's lower back. The teen flopped back, his head falling onto Angeal's shoulder as he was rested against his mentor's broad chest.
"I think I rather like you like this, Zack. So quiet, so… complacent," he hissed teasingly into Zack's ear.
A tiny sound escaped the youth as he once again began to slowly regain himself. But it was too late.
Angeal moved to place a large hand under each of Zack's thighs, lifting him to line the younger male's entrance up with his already-slick member. Zack tried to struggle, a weak tremble in his limbs the only result as Angeal slowly lowered Zack onto himself.
The penetration was agonizingly slow, Angeal allowing gravity to do most of the work as he slid deep into Zack's tight passage, stretching him wide. Zack whimpered softly, barely able to form the sound into a word. "Angeal."
The large man simply chuckled, the sound reverberating through Zack's body, making him gasp. "That's right, Zack. Call for me. I'm right here."
Zack couldn't stop himself from moaning as the elder male picked him up once again, pulling the teen nearly off of himself before slowly letting him slide back down. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. He tried to beg for more, to beg Angeal to speed up. He tried to touch himself, but he was still unable to. Almost as if reading his thoughts, Angeal's large, calloused hand wrapped around his weeping length, gently teasing it playfully.
"Is this what you want? Does it feel good, Zack?"
Zack's body arched, his muscles finally tensing around Angeal, his body begging for what his mouth could not. But no matter how much he wanted it, or how hard he shook with need, Angeal refused to speed up or to stroke harder, teasing him beyond reason. It was torture.
"What is it you want, Zack? Do you want to come?" Angeal whispered lustily into Zack's ear.
A strangled moan was the only response Zack was able to give, but Angeal seemed to read it loud and clear.
"Then come for me Zack. That's an order."
Although the sensations alone were not enough to send Zack tumbling over the edge, at his mentor's commanding voice he gave in, his orgasm crashing over him in waves as he arched his back, his muscles tensing up as he continued trying to thrust desperately to the end.
Zack's eyes flew open as he sat bolt upright, his eyes searching his surroundings in panic as he panted harshly, trying to catch his breath. Angeal was nowhere to be found, and as his eyes focused, he recognized the familiar furniture of his room. He slumped back in his bed, groaning in embarrassment at the sticky wet feeling in his pajama bottoms. What am I? Thirteen again? He covered his face with his hands, never more thankful to be out of the barracks and into his own room. Zack wasn't quiet when he was awake and trying to be, and though he wasn't known for talking in his sleep, that really was one hell of a dream.
As Zack's heart rate returned to normal he turned his head to look at the clock on the small table next to his bed. 5: 30am. He sighed. Even without meaning to, Angeal had managed to make sure he got up on time. Zack sat up, chuckling to himself, his cheeks still tinged with pink. Might as well get moving.
He slid out of the bed, taking a moment to check his sheets to make sure that none of the mess had gotten on them. Once satisfied that the sliminess now seeping through the front of his pajamas had been contained well enough, he pulled off the soggy clothing, grimacing slightly at the sticky feeling. He balled up the garments, tossing them into his hamper.
Zack stretched languidly, now comfortably naked. He caught sight of himself in the mirror over his dresser and turned to face it more fully, posing a bit and flashing his reflection a grin. Y'know, if this was the SOLDIER uniform, there wouldn't be nearly as much fighting in the world… He snorted a laugh at his own ridiculous thoughts and snagged a towel off the back of a chair before heading into the adjoining bathroom.
Once inside, Zack hung the towel over the bar, turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat up. He didn't bother locking the far door that lead to his roommate's room. He and Kunsel had decided that it wasn't worth the hassle to lock each other out, it was just less of a possible inconvenience that way. Though Zack did wonder sometimes if Kunsel liked walking in on him, or just had really bad timing. Not that Zack was shy by any stretch of the word. Being a borderline exhibitionist, he wasn't one to mind nudity in the slightest.
He picked up his toothbrush, brushing quickly as his thoughts wandered. After spitting and rinsing, he turned to get into the shower. He hissed as the hot water sprayed his skin, the hiss turning into a hum of appreciation after a moment of adjusting. He turned to face the showerhead, finally rinsing away the last remnant's of last night's experience, taking a few minutes to really ponder his dream. What was that even about? I mean, it was Angeal. And even if I did want it, he would never do something like that… Zack reached for his ShinRa Shampoo Plus Conditioner, squirting a bit onto his palm before plopping the dollop onto his head and working it into a lather. Wait, do I want that? With Angeal? He ran his mind over the events of the dream and sure enough, he felt a certain stirring of emotions.Okay, so it was pretty hot… not very practical though. Caves weren't known for being comfortable places, not to mention the fact that monsters most likely would have interrupted them. Besides, Zack didn't even know if there was such a thing as "paralyze materia," he'd only ever been stunned as an after-effect to a damaging spell or ability. If there was such a thing, he'd certainly never seen it, and it probably didn't even work like that. Oh, and to Zack's knowledge, Angeal didn't have any sort of special chair-summoning ability. Of course, Mr. Be Prepared probably would have thought to bring one. Zack laughed at the thought as he rinsed his hair, moving to grab the ShinRa Bodywash. The lack of certain preparationsshould have been the dead giveaway, though. Zack was no expert with bedroom matters--he was too busy concentrating on his dream to bother with relationships right now, and he was definitely not the type to just have casual sex with anybody—but even he knew that things don't work that way.
So he wanted Angeal, huh. Zack really couldn't find it in himself to be surprised. He looked up to Angeal, and secretly he really did enjoy being instructed by the older male. Especially when Angeal would have to press up against him to correct his stance or gave a command in his deep, rumbly, "authority voice." Zack glared down at his cock as it swelled again at the thought. "Hey now, I don't have time for you!" He continued scrubbing himself with the bodywash. "Sheesh, wasn't last night enough?" he huffed in exasperation. That was the only problem with joining SOLDIER as a teenager. Hormones were bad enough, but you compound that with Mako enhancement and the results could be disastrous. Zack smirked as he decided to move forward with Operation: Get In Angeal's Pants.
How was he even going to get Angeal, though? For all he knew, the man wasn't even interested in guys. His mentor could very well have a girlfriend tucked away somewhere, it's not like he'd talk about her… Zack froze mid-scrub. Why… did that hurt? Zack was baffled at the undeniable twinge he'd felt when he thought about Angeal having a girlfriend. Maybe it was just a girl thing. He tried to think of Angeal with another member of SOLDIER… okay, that didn't feel so good either. Maybe it really was more than just a matter of hormones. While Zack felt confident that Angeal would be willing to help him with his "problem" if he asked, this was feeling like way more than that.
Zack slumped. Well, shit. Even if Angeal was into guys, and even if he was looking for someone special right now, Zack knew there was no way the honorable first would ever have feelings for his student. And he would certainly never, ever act on them. Zack sighed, finishing up rinsing himself and turning the water off. Maybe… I should just lay low for a while.