Summary: Zack is training. Genesis is watching...

Pairing: Angeal/Zack, Genesis

Rating: T

Word Count: 619

Zack was panting harshly as he maneuvered his sword with deft accuracy. He turned right, dodged, did a summersault to avoid his virtual enemy's attack, dodged again, his muscles tense under the exertion he was pushing his body through. He'd been training for hours and was even forced to take his shirt and his gear off sometime during the work out due to how heavy and slippery it had become because of the excess of sweat. He had to give it up for ShinRa's scientists and technology gurus for being able to put up a new virtual world for him to train in after he'd completely demolished the last one. This one was way tougher, he was having trouble killing this new set of nasty opponents with one swing of his sword like he was used to and it both thrilled him and exhausted him at the same time.

Genesis watched from a dark corner with uninhibited, undivided attention, arms crossed on his chest. A small playful smile curved his lips, so this was Angeal's new student? At first he couldn't understand what had made his long-time friend enter the SOLDIER mentorship program to begin with. To him, cadets would always be children and weren't worth bothering about, at least until they passed their respective SOLDIER examinations, and even then he wasn't so sure they were worth his precious golden time. None of them would turn out to be as great as The General, Angeal or himself as far as he was concerned. Why go through the trouble at all?

Like pieces of a puzzle, he could see every single one falling into place, why Angeal seemed so severely distracted ever since the boy had been assigned to him and why he was all of a sudden never available to spend time with him and Sephiroth anymore. The boy's eyes alone spelled trouble, the way they sparkled even in the midst of a tough fight with that blatant playfulness in them. And the way he moved with such bold confidence, he could get even the sturdiest of men swaying. The smirk that traced those sculpted lips every time he eliminated one of his opponents was captivating and every inch of firm muscle, tightening and slackening only to tighten again with just the slightest of movements, along with the slight bulge that his cadet uniform seemed to incidentally make in his crotch area very clearly showed that he was well hung.

The whole package, indeed.

And herein lay his one and only question: what the hell was Angeal waiting for to tap that?

"…his concentration needs a lot of work and he's still a bit off on his technique. We are working on that before we can move on to full missions." Angeal finished and waited for his friend's opinion regarding the short debriefing he'd given him on Zack at Genesis' request.

"I see." Genesis uncrossed his arms and squared his position in front of Angeal so they could speak face to face. He placed a hand on his shoulder supportively. "Angeal, my friend, I just don't understand. How do you resist fucking this through the mattress every single night? Please, do tell."

Angeal eyed Zack over his friend's shoulder and a smirk slowly formed on his lips before he locked eyes with his friend again. I don't, his expression clearly said and Genesis stood unresponsive for a few seconds before he snorted a chuckle.

"I knew it," he did. In the future, he just expected him to share.

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