A/N:

Yeah, don't get mad at me, but I will admit I'm abusing the puppy named Zack Fair. But this is supposed to explain a little about why he is the way he is in 'Fourth Time'.

Rating(chapter): M

Warnings: Um, non-graphic nudity and sexual content… Barely Mature rated, actually. Slight non-con near the end.

Disclaimer: To quote another writer,"There are not my characters; I'm just abusing them."

Broken Wings

By Catsitta

Part two: Bittersweet betrayal

How they ended up in Sephiroth's apartment was anyone's guess. Zack was too caught up in the moment to care. This was it, finally it. He would get what he wanted, a night in another man's arms. It was not as if he was a virgin, per se, he had fooled around some, but that was mostly with women. He had never actually gone all the way with anyone, especially not a male. Though, this moment was supposed to be between him and Angeal, not he and Sephiroth.

But, such thoughts fled his mind when said silver-haired man thrust him through the open bedroom door and sent him sprawling onto the bed. Zack blinked with surprise and smiled crookedly…nervously. Sitting up, the raven-haired man got a good glimpse of his soon-to-be bed partner and flushed with color. Sephiroth was taking his time removing his clothing. In fact, he appeared almost bored. The action rehearsed. Although, that did not make it any less tantalizing of a sight.

Apparently, Sephiroth caught him staring, because after he removed his long, leather trench coat, he paused. Still dressed in his leather pants and gloves (Zack had no idea why he had not removed them before his jacket or shoes), the silver General met the raven-haired Second's anxious gaze and smirked. "Like what you see?" He purred.

What was there not to like? Sephiroth was a god among men, his tall body shaped with rippling muscle and covered in perfect skin. Despite his many battles, no scar marred his complexion, though Zack doubted such would have made a difference. Aquamarine eyes traveled from those broad shoulders to still leather-encased hips, lingering on pale nipples and the twin cords of muscle that stretched from his chest down towards his groin. He swallowed. Was there nothing, not, perfect about the General's physique?

Suddenly, Sephiroth's face was but inches away from his, those long, pale locks falling over onto the pillows in a shimmering waterfall of silver. Zack shifted uncomfortably and noticed that the man was straddling his legs and preventing him from moving. The Second might have said something in surprise or perhaps even protest, but that perfect mouth descended upon his own, swallowing any complaint.

Gaia! The man was an astounding kisser. His lips were soft and caressed his own, coaxing Zack to relax and surrender control, and when said control was given, the man leapt at the chance. The kiss went from gentle, almost surreal, into one that bordered possessive, almost as if he were asserting his dominance right then and there. Not as if Zack had even fancied the thought of topping in this coupling, but still…

The Second let out a soft moan of desire, arching up against the silver General in a wanton display of lust. Sephiroth growled and broke the kiss, his mako gaze bright with arousal.

"Tell me what you want, Fair…" His voice was hoarse but no less commanding.

"Please…" Zack whimpered, not wishing to speak or think, just feel.

"I do not quite understand. Tell me what you want." The iron grip that Sephiroth soon hand on his wrists made it very clear he knew what Zack wanted, but for some damn reason he wanted him to repeat what had already been said.

Frustrated at the lack of progress made in the last five minutes, Zack snarled back,"I want you, Gaia damn it! I want you to…to…"

"To…to what, Fair, you need to make yourself clear."

"Fuck you, Seph!" Zack snapped, the context of the phrase open for debate. The impatient retort was enough to put a smirk on the silver-haired man's face.

"If that is what you want…"

"Yes…Gaia, yes!"

Soon Zack found himself bare for Sephiroth's scrutiny. He shivered as calloused hands explored every curve and contour, stroked every inch of skin. Closing his eyes, he found himself imagining a certain SOLDIER Commander doing this rather than the General. Said Commander stared into his eyes the entire time, those cobalt pools of his warm and loving.

But, he was aware enough to restrain himself and kept from whispering Angeal's name.

Well, that was until Sephiroth moved past the foreplay. Zack let out a wordless cry as the silver warrior thrust himself into his young body. The raven-haired SOLDIER gasped and tried to withhold his tears of pain. It was not as if the General had done nothing to ease the discomfort of their coupling during his exploration, but the fact remained that this was the first time Zack had done anything of this sort.

Bracing himself against Sephiroth's chest, he drew in deep, relaxing breaths.

"Look at me, Fair." The silver-haired warrior growled when he noticed that Zack's eyes were closed. Aquamarine eyes fluttered open. "Tell me, who are you thinking of?" The sugary sweet tone was enough to spark warning in the Second. He knew. The guilt must have flashed on his face because Sephiroth smirked. "Of course. Why aren't you saying his name then? Isn't that why you are here, because he refuses to do this…" His words were emphasized by the roll of his hips, sending a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure through Zack's spine.

"B-but…?" Zack felt himself flush hotly. Suddenly, the whole situation was humiliating. Sephiroth was doing this on purpose, ruining their joining with mockery. But why?

"Do not worry about my feelings getting hurt, Fair." The General purred,"As I last recall: I don't have any emotions for you to harm." That was not true, Angeal often spoke of how Sephiroth did have feelings he merely struggled to show them in a social appropriate manner. "But Angeal, well…I guess now is a bad time to speak of him."

"S-stop it. G-get off me." Zack cried but his pleas were blissfully ignored.

"This is what you wanted, Fair…" Sephiroth crooned, rolling his hips and drawing a cry of pleasure from the raven-haired Second.

And he was right. Zack had asked for this. It should have been Angeal holding him. It should have been Angeal whose hips his legs were wrapped around.

It was then that he realized that by dealing with the devil, he had inevitably been burned. As punishment for his betrayal, his fall from the heavens, the angel's wings were broken. Not only his wings, he would learn after the night had come to its conclusion, but also his heart.

What had he done?

000X000

A/N: (Almost done, keep reading and be sure to review!)