Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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"And of course, you know that I expect you to do your best with the information you have been given."
It was a statement, not a question, and Sephiroth looked just once at the man seated opposite him. He didn't have to repeat himself. Zack knew what to do, once an order had been given, and so the general lowered his eyes back to the paperwork on his desk in front of him and struck out with his pen the topic that they had just been discussing.
"Fucked the boy yet?"
The silver head lifted slowly, the hand holding the pen poised in mid air.
"I beg your pardon?"
The dark haired man laughed, not at all put out by the tone of voice the general used on him. The only reason Zack shifted in his seat was to get comfortable, lifting one of his lean legs to drape and dangle over the arm of the chair he was sat in.
"You're losing your touch, Seph, if you still haven't taken his cherry."
A chuckle greeted his statement, and the pen was put down and the paperwork pushed aside. The general casually lifted both his long legs up to rest on the table, crossing his ankles, leaning back till his chair hit the wall, and folding his arms behind his head. He had a smile of satisfaction on his pale face.
"The boys deflowerment is going to be a part of his training," he said, offhandedly. "Now, as to whether he loses his anal virginity to me in pleasure or pain, is yet to be decided."
An outburst of laughter greeted what the general had said.
"Oh, oh...deflowerment! I love the eloquent way you have with words," Zack hooted. "Deflowerment...Anal virginity." He laughed some more, repeating the words over and over, ignoring the quirked silver eyebrow. "Anyhow," he continued, sobering up a little once the novelty had worn off, "...how do you know the boy is a virgin, in that regard? He's pretty enough to have gone through any barracks several times over. He would have too, if he'd have enrolled here."
"There are some things you just know about a man," Sephiroth commented lazily. Then he gave a sly grin. "Plus, having a doctor do a through medical check up, in all areas, and then order said doctor to issue you with a copy of the results, helps."
"I thought such documents were kept private and confidential?" Zack remarked, a little bemused.
"What's the fun in being a general, if you can't pull a few strings?" Sephiroth replied, his face and the tone of voice he used both serious and deadpan. "Besides which, if Rufus starts asking questions, I'll just say I needed the information in regards the prisoners welfare. End of subject."
"You've got it all thought out and covered, haven't you?" the dark haired man said, a touch of admiration in his voice. "But tell me...Why this particular boy? Out of the hundreds, maybe possibly thousands, that have gone through here, why show an interest in this one? You've had your pick of prisoner's for years now, and yet no other has ever been deemed worthy of your own esteemed personal attention. What makes him so special?"
Sephiroth lowered his legs to the floor, pulling his chair forward to the desk once more, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he rested his elbows on the top of the table. "He's different," he said, musingly.
"No shit, Sherlock," Zack playfully gibed, pushing himself out of his seat and going across to Sephiroths desk, where he helped himself to a glass of water that was contained within a crystal decanter. "When the fuck are you going to get something decent to drink?" he remarked, scrunching his nose up in distaste, placing the now empty glass back down on the table and resuming his place in his chair once again.
"Water is good for you. It purifies not only the body, but the mind and soul also."
Zack raised his eyes upwards. "You are so full of crap sometimes."
"It is also good for that too. Keeps your bowels running smoothly," Sephiroth remarked, keeping his face deadpan, even when his closest friend burst into riotous laughter. He poured himself a glass of the water, and lifted the tumbler up to reflect in the light. "It is also harder for anyone to tamper with," he continued, once Zack had settled down again.
"You are too paranoid," the dark haired man said. But this time his tone of voice was serious too, and the smile had all but gone from his face.
Sephiroth gave a nonchalant shrug, before downing the clear liquid in one gulp. Then he set the glass down, and returned back to the paperwork before him.
"You've had him cooped up here in these rooms with you, what now...two, three weeks?" Zack remarked after a few minutes silence. "What the hell have you been doing to him, if not shagging his beautiful ass raw?"
Again the pen was laid to one side, as Sephiroth focused his attention back on his inquisitive second in command. He tented his fingers, and tried to keep the small smile off his face.
"I told you. I've been training him."
Zack shifted in his seat, sitting himself right on the edge, leaning low over his knees, his hands fisted in front.
"Yeah but...training him to do what exactly? Fetch and carry? Mop and clean?"
Now Sephiroth allowed the smile to break out over his face, and his excitement was evident when he spoke.
"I'll show you, shall I?"
He looked towards the bedroom door, and clicked his fingers, once...twice, the sound of his snapping digits resounding around the room.
Zack's head turned towards the door that Sephiroth was staring at also, and he watched, not saying a word, as it slowly, cautiously opened. He looked on amazed, as the blond boy came out of the bedroom and waked warily into the centre of the room, his big blue eyes not even turning in his direction, only focused on the silver haired general sat behind the desk.
The prisoner was still how Zack had seen him last, naked and with the collar still attached around his slender throat. Zack saw that the small muscular body was covered in welts and abrasions, all the way down the back and right across the pert little buttocks. Some of the wounds were old and fading, while some of them were still fresh and new. The mixture of colours that painted the boy, yellow, purple and bluish black, aroused Zack, and he felt himself harden in his pants.
He became even more sexually excited, when he witnessed the boy sink down on his knees beside Sephiroths chair, his hands folded protectively in front of his groin. Zack caught a glimpse of a bruised and bloodshot eye, before the captive dropped his face to the floor, and stared at the carpet.
"That is not how you have been taught to present yourself," Sephiroth scolded, addressing the boy. "Just because I have company, does not mean that you can cover yourself up. I haven't given you permission to do so, have I?"
With just the slightest of hesitations, the kneeling boy removed his hands from in front of his body, and placed them behind his back, opening his legs a little wider and affording Zack and the general a clearer view of the pretty genitals that he had been coyly trying to hide.
"You've broken him!"
Sephiroth turned to look at his second.
"Oh no Zack...Don't be swayed by this boy's demure attitude. He is far from broken, trust me."
"But he seems so passive," Zack argued.
"Ahhhh...'Seems', is the right word," Sephiroth remarked, knowingly. He nudged the prisoner with the steel toe of his black boot.
The boy leaned away from the touch slightly, his head jerking upwards, his eyes blazing, a snarl rising in his throat. "It'll take more than you to break me, asshole," he hissed.
"See what I mean Zack? Isn't he simply delightful?"
This time, instead of a nudge, the booted foot kicked hard at the boys unprotected abdomen, and the prisoner doubled over, his hands coming forward once more to clutch at his abused stomach, a grunt of pain issuing from his lips.
"Did I tell you that you could move?"
Sephiroths arm flew out, and he backhanded the boy, causing him to lose his pose and knocking him over completely, smiling as the boy fell and collapsed in an ungainly heap.
Zack, who up to now had just been sitting watching quietly, suddenly spoke up.
"Sephiroth...you have got to let me play too!"