FFVII Fic: Under Watchful Eyes
There were benefits to being the director of SOLDIER: the plush office, the personal secretary, his own coffee machine, access to the cameras which monitored the training suites. The latter two were his favourites. After a day of meetings and seemingly endless paperwork, there was little Lazard enjoyed more than sipping a hot, freshly made cup of coffee whilst watching the training progress of his men. It filled him with a sense of pride, to watch the latest recruits hone their skills under the expert tutelage of the more experienced SOLDIERs.
Lazard slid the coffee pod into place and while he waited for the machine to do its work, he sat at his desk and tapped at his keyboard, entering the password for the camera feeds. The first two suites were empty, unsurprising given the late hour, so he switched over to the third.
“Ah,” he said, smiling. “Now this looks promising.”
On the screen, he saw two figures leaping around a simulation of a jungle area, swords hacking and slashing through various monsters. Although the men moved in a blur, Lazard knew who they were. A promising young Third, named Zack Fair, and his mentor, Angeal Hewley. These two SOLDIERs were always a joy to watch. Lazard had a lot of respect for Angeal, an experienced SOLDIER and a good man, and was pleased to see that experience being put to good use in training Fair.
On the screen, Angeal held up a hand, signalling to Zack to stop. He pulled out his PHS and paused the simulation. Both men were breathing harder than usual, but not panting. Their workout had been strenuous, but not enough to tire them out. Lazard leaned forward, curiously regarding the screen. Normally, Angeal pushed Zack much harder and Lazard wondered why he had called a sudden halt in their training. The answer unfolded in front of him, much to his surprise.
Casting his training sword aside, Zack flashed a grin at Angeal then stepped forward until they were nose to nose. Angeal’s sword followed Zack’s, onto the floor in front of a foulander, poised to attack but going nowhere. For a moment, the men stood there, looking at each other then Angeal made the first move. One arm darted out and curled around Zack’s waist, pulling him even closer as their heads angled so their lips could meet in a vigorous kiss. Without parting, their hands moved, tugging at belts and buckles as they each worked to strip the other. Lazard watched, stunned.
Lazard knew that many SOLIDERs turned to their colleagues for sexual release and so the knowledge that Angeal had entered into a sexual relationship with his apprentice wasn’t a shock. What was surprising however was that Angeal allowed such public displays. He was well aware that cameras were in operation - one of the methods Lazard employed whilst considering candidates for promotion was to watch video feeds of training sessions and Angeal had been to enough of those meetings to know that Lazard was a regular watcher. A wicked thought crossed Lazard’s mind; perhaps Angeal knew that he would be watching and was deliberately putting on a show for the director.
His coffee completely forgotten, arousal flared and Lazard swallowed hard. By the time the two men on the screen were completely naked, he was hard and aching to touch himself. This was better than porn, Lazard thought wryly. Porn was staged and contrived whereas this was natural and far more provocative. He watched Zack sink to his knees and take Angeal’s erection into his mouth, head bobbing slowly until Angeal’s hands wove into his hair and guided him to move faster. Angeal’s body, well-built, muscular and virtually hairless despite his chin growth was handsome; Zack’s was beautiful in that not quite fully developed way. While Lazard appreciated brawn, a more slender, delicately defined body could drive him wild. His eyes roamed over Zack, and almost without thinking about it, Lazard’s hand edged towards the hardness at his groin.
Lazard cursed the lack of sound; the cameras only picked up images. He would dearly have loved to hear the moan that surely accompanied Angeal’s head toss as he bucked his hips forward and buried his cock in Zack’s mouth. No doubt Zack would also be making some interesting sounds, judging by the way his hand moved over his cock. Taking a moment to glance around the room - yes, the blinds were all drawn - Lazard quickly unzipped his trousers and drew out his own erection. Things seemed to be progressing quickly on the screen and he didn’t want to be left behind.
As Angeal pushed Zack’s head back and off his cock, Lazard’s hand squeezed, coaxing a drip of pre-come from the tip of his erection. He stroked himself steadily, alternately squeezing and twisting his wrist. Participation was always fulfilling, but the thrill of watching gave a burst of additional excitement. By the time Angeal was poised to enter Zack, Lazard’s breaths were coming quick and short, the muscles in his legs twitching. With Angeal’s first thrust forward, Lazard let out a quiet moan and flexed his fingers around his erection in imitation of sliding into a hot, tight body. His mind played out the soundtrack; pleasured gasps, the slap of skin on skin, the pleas for release that fell from Zack’s lips were all perfectly recreated in his imagination.
Angeal increased his pace and so did Lazard. His free hand gripped the edge of the desk as he fought to prolong his enjoyment, reluctant to slow down but also cautious about coming too soon. He wanted to time it perfectly, not an easy task when relying upon visuals alone, but he had been in Zack’s position often enough to recognise the signs of imminent orgasm in a lover. The gritted teeth, the tightening of the grasp upon thighs, the quiver of buttocks as climax built. Angeal was getting close and so was Lazard. He let go of the desk and with stiff fingers, reached into his pocket to withdraw his handkerchief. He was almost too late; on the screen, Angeal arched backwards, threw back his head and silently cried out his orgasm. The image of Angeal reaching his peak was all Lazard needed. His cock pulsed and he quickly brought down the handkerchief to catch his ejaculate. Rocking back as far as his chair would allow him, Lazard milked himself, massaging his cock until the spasms subsided.
Breathing hard, Lazard wiped his hand and cock before balling up the handkerchief and stuffing it into his pocket. He glanced at the screen and saw Angeal cleaning up the evidence of Zack’s orgasm with his tongue. A pang of regret hit him when Lazard realised that, lost in his own bliss, he had missed Zack’s moment of climax. He would have enjoyed that, he mused, moving the keyboard closer so he could shut down the feed. His finger hesitated over the escape key and a thought occurred to him; he could save the feed for later viewing. Moving to retrieve a disc from his drawer, his attention was diverted from the screen for just a moment and when he looked back, he saw that Angeal gazing directly at the camera, smirking. Lazard’s earlier suspicious were confirmed when the man winked before turning back to his younger lover. He slipped the disc into his computer and made a mental note to thank Angeal later.
Perhaps he would also ask when Angeal’s next sparring session with Sephiroth was scheduled.
The end
Lazard slid the coffee pod into place and while he waited for the machine to do its work, he sat at his desk and tapped at his keyboard, entering the password for the camera feeds. The first two suites were empty, unsurprising given the late hour, so he switched over to the third.
“Ah,” he said, smiling. “Now this looks promising.”
On the screen, he saw two figures leaping around a simulation of a jungle area, swords hacking and slashing through various monsters. Although the men moved in a blur, Lazard knew who they were. A promising young Third, named Zack Fair, and his mentor, Angeal Hewley. These two SOLDIERs were always a joy to watch. Lazard had a lot of respect for Angeal, an experienced SOLDIER and a good man, and was pleased to see that experience being put to good use in training Fair.
On the screen, Angeal held up a hand, signalling to Zack to stop. He pulled out his PHS and paused the simulation. Both men were breathing harder than usual, but not panting. Their workout had been strenuous, but not enough to tire them out. Lazard leaned forward, curiously regarding the screen. Normally, Angeal pushed Zack much harder and Lazard wondered why he had called a sudden halt in their training. The answer unfolded in front of him, much to his surprise.
Casting his training sword aside, Zack flashed a grin at Angeal then stepped forward until they were nose to nose. Angeal’s sword followed Zack’s, onto the floor in front of a foulander, poised to attack but going nowhere. For a moment, the men stood there, looking at each other then Angeal made the first move. One arm darted out and curled around Zack’s waist, pulling him even closer as their heads angled so their lips could meet in a vigorous kiss. Without parting, their hands moved, tugging at belts and buckles as they each worked to strip the other. Lazard watched, stunned.
Lazard knew that many SOLIDERs turned to their colleagues for sexual release and so the knowledge that Angeal had entered into a sexual relationship with his apprentice wasn’t a shock. What was surprising however was that Angeal allowed such public displays. He was well aware that cameras were in operation - one of the methods Lazard employed whilst considering candidates for promotion was to watch video feeds of training sessions and Angeal had been to enough of those meetings to know that Lazard was a regular watcher. A wicked thought crossed Lazard’s mind; perhaps Angeal knew that he would be watching and was deliberately putting on a show for the director.
His coffee completely forgotten, arousal flared and Lazard swallowed hard. By the time the two men on the screen were completely naked, he was hard and aching to touch himself. This was better than porn, Lazard thought wryly. Porn was staged and contrived whereas this was natural and far more provocative. He watched Zack sink to his knees and take Angeal’s erection into his mouth, head bobbing slowly until Angeal’s hands wove into his hair and guided him to move faster. Angeal’s body, well-built, muscular and virtually hairless despite his chin growth was handsome; Zack’s was beautiful in that not quite fully developed way. While Lazard appreciated brawn, a more slender, delicately defined body could drive him wild. His eyes roamed over Zack, and almost without thinking about it, Lazard’s hand edged towards the hardness at his groin.
Lazard cursed the lack of sound; the cameras only picked up images. He would dearly have loved to hear the moan that surely accompanied Angeal’s head toss as he bucked his hips forward and buried his cock in Zack’s mouth. No doubt Zack would also be making some interesting sounds, judging by the way his hand moved over his cock. Taking a moment to glance around the room - yes, the blinds were all drawn - Lazard quickly unzipped his trousers and drew out his own erection. Things seemed to be progressing quickly on the screen and he didn’t want to be left behind.
As Angeal pushed Zack’s head back and off his cock, Lazard’s hand squeezed, coaxing a drip of pre-come from the tip of his erection. He stroked himself steadily, alternately squeezing and twisting his wrist. Participation was always fulfilling, but the thrill of watching gave a burst of additional excitement. By the time Angeal was poised to enter Zack, Lazard’s breaths were coming quick and short, the muscles in his legs twitching. With Angeal’s first thrust forward, Lazard let out a quiet moan and flexed his fingers around his erection in imitation of sliding into a hot, tight body. His mind played out the soundtrack; pleasured gasps, the slap of skin on skin, the pleas for release that fell from Zack’s lips were all perfectly recreated in his imagination.
Angeal increased his pace and so did Lazard. His free hand gripped the edge of the desk as he fought to prolong his enjoyment, reluctant to slow down but also cautious about coming too soon. He wanted to time it perfectly, not an easy task when relying upon visuals alone, but he had been in Zack’s position often enough to recognise the signs of imminent orgasm in a lover. The gritted teeth, the tightening of the grasp upon thighs, the quiver of buttocks as climax built. Angeal was getting close and so was Lazard. He let go of the desk and with stiff fingers, reached into his pocket to withdraw his handkerchief. He was almost too late; on the screen, Angeal arched backwards, threw back his head and silently cried out his orgasm. The image of Angeal reaching his peak was all Lazard needed. His cock pulsed and he quickly brought down the handkerchief to catch his ejaculate. Rocking back as far as his chair would allow him, Lazard milked himself, massaging his cock until the spasms subsided.
Breathing hard, Lazard wiped his hand and cock before balling up the handkerchief and stuffing it into his pocket. He glanced at the screen and saw Angeal cleaning up the evidence of Zack’s orgasm with his tongue. A pang of regret hit him when Lazard realised that, lost in his own bliss, he had missed Zack’s moment of climax. He would have enjoyed that, he mused, moving the keyboard closer so he could shut down the feed. His finger hesitated over the escape key and a thought occurred to him; he could save the feed for later viewing. Moving to retrieve a disc from his drawer, his attention was diverted from the screen for just a moment and when he looked back, he saw that Angeal gazing directly at the camera, smirking. Lazard’s earlier suspicious were confirmed when the man winked before turning back to his younger lover. He slipped the disc into his computer and made a mental note to thank Angeal later.
Perhaps he would also ask when Angeal’s next sparring session with Sephiroth was scheduled.
The end