I wish I had an Angeal to make my bad days better...

Bad Day

Angeal frowned softly, peering over the sofa at Zack's curled form.

"Something wrong?" he asked softly, walking around and taking a seat beside him.

Zack shook his head, but didn't reply.

Angeal sighed, reaching out to rub Zack's back before pulling him into his lap. Zack snuggled gratefully into his embrace with a forlorn sigh.

It was incredibly rare to see Zack in anything less than his usual joyous state.

"Did something happen?" He asked quietly, petting Zack's hair.

"No." Zack said finally. "I'm just having a bad day. I don't know why." He explained vaguely, his tone flat.

"Mm, that happens sometimes." Angeal offered, kissing his forehead. "If it helps, I still love you."

Zack allowed himself a tiny smile at that. "You better." He replied softly, a small noise of surprise escaping him as Angeal flipped him over against the sofa cushions, kissing his neck.

"Helping?" Angeal asked, looking up.

Zack pouted, trying to roll back over into the pillows.

Angeal caught him, lifting him up and kissing him gently. "Perhaps I need to elaborate." He mused. "I love your hair." He said, tugging it gently. "It is a force of nature all on its own and it helps me pick you out in a crowd on the rare occasion that you down immediately come running toward me."

Zack tugged at a piece of his own hair as well, biting his lip.

"I love your eyes." Angeal said, kissing each eyelid before speaking again. "They're always so bright and full of life and that's not something that's easy to find in a place like this."

Zack blinked slowly.

Angeal nipped his shoulder blade through the thick fabric of his uniform shirt. "I love your shoulders, and your arms, you've built yourself up a lot since you first got here, but you're still adorable…I mean that in the nicest way imaginable, don't look at me like that." He said, still a mentor despite everything…and Zack was pouting.

He tugged Zack's shirt up, kissing one nipple, made pert by the sudden chill caused by the air in the room. "I love your chest. How you've managed to keep yourself unscarred in so many places is beyond me…but you know I'd love each and every one of those as well because it says so much about who you are and what you're willing to do to protect those less able to…even if I would worry horribly the entire time you were healing."

That actually earned him a smile.

Angeal shifted lower, pressing a kiss to his stomach. "I love your stomach too…especially how ticklish it is…" he said, proving his point with a small lick that earned a startled, breathy giggle, despite how hard Zack tried to keep himself from reacting. "And how it never seems to get full, no matter how much you cost me on groceries each month…"

Angeal pulled his shirt back into place but tugged the waistline of his pants down slightly to kiss one hip. "I love your hips and how they move against my hands when I hold you in place…because you never can stop moving, even when you need to…" he teased and Zack couldn't deny that he was smiling now.

Especially because of what he knew was coming next…

…so when Angeal skipped over that part completely and picked up his foot, he was confused.

"Wait!" He yelped, unable to remain silent. "You skipped a part."

Angeal set his leg back into place, raising his eyebrows. "I'm not going to tell you how much I love that until you're in a good enough mood to participate."

Zack blinked then smiled. "I'm feeling better." He assured him before leaping up and dragging Angeal after him toward their bedroom.

I am sometime in the near future going to have to just write gratuitous porn for you people, seriously...it's just that all of my drabbles seem to find themselves completely before any of that can happen as of late...

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