Time

Tick…tock…the clock ticked on in Lazard's office, drawing nearer to the hour of midnight. Tick…tock…it counted on as the battle of wills continued, the director refusing to let his eyes leave the silver haired general's, but staring him down was proving wearisome…tick…tock…and still, the general looked amused at the whole interrogation, the cocky smile still lighting up his face. He didn't seem to realise how serious the matter was, and it was Lazard's job to make him realise. Tick…tock…the only man cruel enough not to pity Lazard right now was leaning back on a hard chair in front of him.

"Why don't you just make this easier for yourself?" Lazard asked, rubbing his eyes to feign tiredness, hoping to win sephiroth over with submissiveness. The chair clunked back to the floor again, and Sephiroth let a little laugh escape him.

"What? You're gonna make it easier for me than sitting here, doing nothing instead of fighting my ass off every day in Wutai? I'm having the time of my life!" He said with a smirk. Lazard dropped his hand, scowling at the cocky SOLDIER officer. They had already been sat around for seven hours discussing the matter back and forth, but still, Lazard was stuck trying to get him to even admit to the crime, never mind tell him what he needed to know. He decided to try a different tack.

"How about I give you some perks, huh?" He said, forcing a grin onto his face. "I know you have a lot of fan girls. I could arrange to have some of them go with…you…" Lazard had faltered into silence, as the general had started laughing at his offer, actually leaning back in his seat in his mirth.

"Oh dear," He managed to say, finally getting himself under control, his eyes watering slightly "You really don't know me, do you, Lazard?"

What does he mean? Lazard wondered. That he's above using women in such a way? This could be harder than I thought…

"So there's nothing I can do to convince you to talk?" Lazard asked, frowning slightly.

"Oh, I dare say there's something you could do for me." Sephiroth said, an arrogant smile on his face again, looking directly into Lazard's eyes. He hated it when he did that…

"…well?" The director finally asked after a long silence. "Spit it out will you?" He raised his voice slightly, getting annoyed with the increasingly amused smile on the General's face.

"Oh, I never spit it out." Sephiroth said, now showing his teeth in a grin. Lazard had the uncomfortable feeling of not getting a joke, and he didn't like it…He flipped the table over onto it's side, pushing an Electro-Mag Rod into Sephiroth's chest. He let out a shout as ten thousand volts ran through his body, knocking him unconscious. Lazard took a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, moving behind his back. He wanted to have the man tied down when he got rough with him…He felt a blow on the back of his head, and the world went black…

Ouch…That was Lazard's first thought as he awoke. He tried to force his eyes open, but that just worsened the ache behind them. He was quite happy to stay as he was really. On a chair…tied up.

What the…? His eyes shot open. He looked round at the back of his chair. His hands had been tied back, with HIS handcuffs! He pulled as hard as he could, but they were on very tight.

"You won't escape." He turned back around to find Sephiroth smirking at him, now no longer wearing his cape, but sat bare-chested on the table. "You're not the first person I've fixed to chair." Lazard's eyes narrowed in anger.

"Let me go. Now!" He added when Sephiroth shook his head.

"Where would be the fun in that?" He said, showing his teeth in yet another grin.

"What do you mean?" Lazard asked, now getting worried at the way Sephiroth wouldn't break eye contact. Earlier, it had been a sign of arrogance. Now it looked like…He looked away quickly, hoping he was wrong. Sephiroth hopped off the table, walking slowly around him. Suddenly, he felt his fringe brush against his temple.

"What are you so worried about?" Sephiroth breathed into his ears, stroking a hand across his face. Lazard recoiled instantly, making the General laugh again. "Didn't you just promise me some perks?" He said, pushing his nose into Lazard's neck, letting his tongue dart out to tickle along his skin.

"Yes…but…" Lazard started angrily.

"No buts." Sephiroth said simply. He used the Director's moment of surprised anger to dart forward. Lazard grunted slightly as their lips met, but for some reason he couldn't pull away…Sephiroth pulled away, moving around Lazard's front and sitting astride him, pleased by what he felt against him, moving to kiss him again, but the Director moved his lips aside.

"I want a deal, Sephiroth." Lazard said, thrusting his tongue deep into Sephiroth's mouth, pleased to hear a slight grunt of pleasure. He pulled away again. "You don't mention this again, and…" He added, making sure the General was listening, "…you tell me where you hid Hojo's glasses. Understood?" His voice broke slightly on the last word, as the silver haired SOLDIER rubbed against his crotch.

"You're in no position to demand anything, Director." He said mockingly, ripping Lazard's shirt off…

This was a request by Soyna...she's corrupting me soooo bad. Will probably extend this with a second chapter if people like it.