A new type of drabble thing to add to this collection...music!

I'll probably throw a few of these in with my actual drabbles and my word prompts.

Here were the instructions:

1. Put your iTunes/iPod/MP3 player/other music program on shuffle.
2. Write a short drabble pertaining to the song that comes on within the time the song runs for.
3. Do as many as you want!
4. Post it!

These were not meant to be in chronological order, but they could seem that way. It was random.

I also highly recommend every one of these songs/artists/bands.

And Now For Some Zangeal Music

Wake Up Exhausted – Tegan and Sara

Zack sighed tiredly; frowning at himself as Angeal pushed him backwards once more, breaking his defense.

A matching frown marred the older man's face. Zack wasn't doing well today. He hadn't been all week. He also hadn't been sleeping all week, Zack had told him that much.

What he hadn't told him was why. That would be a bit too embarrassing.

He wasn't even sure how he'd go about that.

"Sorry sir, I've been staying up all night every night this week thinking…well thinking about you…no…no not about training or wanting to be you…I mean thinking about you naked. And not be you so much as be with you. Like you in me. I want you to fuck me. But not just for sex, though I really, really do want sex…it's not just about that…I think…I think I love-"

Angeal interrupts his jumbled thoughts, calling the match.

"Get some sleep Zack, and we'll do this again tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

If only he could.

Face Like Mine – Emilie Autumn

Zack's expression is almost always cheerful, always youthful and innocent, though not unintelligently so. It amazes Angeal. After all they've been through, Zack still seems so pure. His eyes are still bright and alive and zealous. Angeal remembers feeling like that once, perhaps not to such an extreme, but he remembers it well enough to know that he's changed. His expression has hardened, his face is more weathered, and his overall personality is worn down and reshaped by time and war and hardships. He sees it in his own face, he sees it in the faces of his men, in his friends, even in Sephiroth who never had much emotion visible to begin with, and even in Genesis who still remains unfailingly exuberant in all his actions. But not in Zack. Zack still sees the good in the world, he still sees the potential, the positive that could come out of all things.

And Angeal hopes and prays, though he's not sure to which entity, that this never changes.

Somewhere Only We Know – Keane

Zack loves staying in their apartment, as outgoing as he seems. It's hard to find somewhere where he and Angeal can truly be themselves. Even though their relationship is no longer a secret, it's still under scrutiny and they still must uphold certain mannerisms when in public. Angeal must never be soft with Zack, at least not obviously because he has his reputation to withhold. Zack must never be too forwardly sexual, Angeal is his superior and Zack must act as such.

When they are along but training they still cannot be themselves. Angeal again cannot be soft, cannot heal Zack's hurts, cannot hold back to keep him safe because he has a duty to himself if nothing else to teach Zack to survive and excel in the life they've chosen. Zack cannot tease or whine or wheedle because he has to be taught.

And so Zack loves the times when they can just stay home because then they can truly be all the things they really are to each other.

Sleep – Poets of the Fall

Zack's heartbeat is slowed in sleep, the only time he's anything remotely close to relaxed. Angeal can still feel it clearly though, firm and steady against his palm, thrumming peacefully through toned muscle and the thin material of Zack's t-shirt. It's actually unusual that he even wore a t-shirt to bed…he's certainly not wearing anything else.

Angeal's lips quirk and he presses them to Zack's forehead, savoring the silent, intimate moment.

Zack mumbles softly in his sleep, caught in some dream, peaceful but active, just as he is in his waking self.

Angeal lies back down, pulling him into his arms with a happy smile before drifting off as well.

Sex on Fire – Kings of Leon

Angeal is a gentleman, despite his flaws and perhaps profession. He tries to see people from all aspects, to see every merit or flaw at face value. He tries to see people for their personality first, for their deeds and actions. He's learned, as a soldier, as a leader of SOLDIER, to never judge someone for superficial things, like appearance, flirtatious nature, or any type of sexual prowess.

He is, however, very, very relieved that Zack is not only physically beautiful but morally and inwardly delightful and good as well. He's glad that Zack is loving, kind, giving, caring, generous and competent.

It makes him feel less guilty about enjoying just how amazing Zack is in bed.

Lovers in Japan – Coldplay

Lazy days are rare in SOLDIER, especially for someone as important as Angeal and someone as tied to that important someone as Zack. They almost always have something happening.

Lazy days are rare and they are wonderful.

Today they had lain in bed until noon after haven woken up and had sex a few times before just sprawling together on the bed, kissing and touching languidly. When noon finally rolled around Angeal ventured as far as the kitchen to carry back food to be rested on Zack's stomach.

And then the entire process was repeated over again.

Lazy days were good days indeed.

Autobahn - Anberlin

Sometimes Zack wishes they could just run away from everything. It's the furthest thing from honorable and he knows better than to even suggest it in jest for fear of a lecture, but sometimes it seems like things would just be so much better.

They could empty out the savings account Angeal has hidden away…it would be more than enough to live comfortably, especially considering the simple lifestyle they were both accustomed to before this.

He knows, even if Angeal will never consider it, that it wouldn't be a bad thing. Angeal misses his simple life, even if he doesn't make it obvious. He misses the open fields, the peaceful, gentle rural culture, the open, friendly people, the fresh air and clear skies…

They could farm apples.

Zack sometimes wishes, but he never voices it because it's not really that pressing as nice as it might be.

He does still have the most important part of that dream after all. He has Angeal.

45 – Shinedown

Zack hates this war. He's never felt like this before, despite all he's seen. He's seen towns destroyed, people killed, families broken, but it's never really gotten to him before.

Not until now.

Not until this.

Angeal's deteriorating, right before his eyes, he's losing him. He'll be dead in a few moments, his breathing is ragged and he can no longer speak.

What was the point of this? What reason could the world possibly have for him to accept this fate?

He's never felt like this before, never felt such real, raw hurt. He's drowning in it, his senses distorted, even now when they should be at their clearest, clinging to these last moments as bitter as they may be, because at least in them there is Angeal and the fact that any moment after them will not contain him is too real and too brutal for Zack to accept.

He faintly hears himself choking the other man's name but he's drowning still in that fiery hurt and nothing is clear.

He doubts anything ever will be again.

And I ended with depression...again...

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