Final Fantasy VII (Sephiroth/Zack)
Title: Two Can Play That Game
Author: galerian_ash
Rating: R (or maybe NC-17)
Word count: 874
Prompt: Hand job - "Things one should not do at meetings."
Summary: Zack + boredom = bad ideas
Notes: Despite being a fan of the game for well over a decade now, this is my first attempt at writing for it. I hope I made the characters justice, and that you like it!
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Two Can Play That Game
There was nothing quite so boring as the quarterly budget meetings.
Zack stifled a yawn and thought longingly of his first years as a SOLDIER. There had been no such meetings back then, but apparently old man Shinra had grown even more obsessive about his gil as the years passed. Rumor had it that an inexperienced Third Class had spent an unseemly amount on crates worth of Turbo Ether, only to discover that the deal-of-a-lifetime he thought he’d be getting was more like the sucker of the year award; crates filled with nothing but regular Ether (and very expensive Ether, at that).
No matter the reason, they were now stuck listening to the same basic sermon every three months. Letting his gaze drift around the room, Zack saw nothing but bored faces all around. Well, with the exception of a new recruit, a wide-eyed young man who was diligently writing down notes. Zack felt a smile tugging at his lips, silently wondering how long he’d keep that up. Two or three more meetings, and the kid was sure to join the ranks of bored SOLDIERs.
His eyes finally stopped at the man sitting to his right, noting with slight surprise that even he looked bored. And if the great Sephiroth let something like that show, then the situation was bad indeed.
Leaning forward to grab the pen and paper provided, he quickly jotted down a few words before sliding the paper over the table, leaving it to lie in front of Sephiroth.
Sephiroth didn’t react at first, ignoring the paper until Zack made as if to elbow him. Then, heaving a miniscule sigh, his eyes focused on the note.
“No,” he replied, “I will not come up with an excuse for us to ditch this meeting.” The words were silent enough that no one besides Zack would hear him, but too loud to be a whisper - Sephiroth being above such childish ruses.
“Tsk,” Zack muttered under his breath, “but you sure had no qualms lying about why we suddenly had to inspect that old shack during our last mission.”
Recalling the stolen moment, the heated and quick fuck against the dusty wall, gave Zack an idea. He made a show out of stretching his limbs, stealthily scooting his chair closer to Sephiroth’s in the process.
His hand disappeared under the table, fingers slowly trailing up Sephiroth’s thigh. A silver eyebrow was raised, but aside from that he didn’t react to the touch. Zack suppressed a grin, fully determined to get Sephiroth to respond in a more interesting manner.
Zack’s fingers traced the outline of Sephiroth’s length; just the slightest touch possible, but made rough through the fabric of his pants. Slow and languid strokes, as soft as a feather; the way Sephiroth hated it. He was not a man to go gentle when it came to sex, something that suited Zack just fine. But Sephiroth couldn’t very well pull Zack from his chair and bend him over the table for a thorough screw (though that was a nice mental image, Zack had to admit), a fact that they were both highly aware of. He could, however, easily swat away Zack’s hand. But he didn’t, and that - along with the fact that he was beginning to harden - said it all.
Sephiroth stiffened when the roaming fingers went for the zipper, slightly turning his head to send Zack a warning glare. But there was something in those green eyes that egged him on, a silent dare of sorts. Anyone else would’ve missed it, but Zack had gotten good at reading the seemingly stoic SOLDIER.
Leering slightly, Zack unzipped the pants. The leer broke into a full grin when he found Sephiroth fully hard, and slightly wet to boot. He quickly glanced up, making sure no one was looking their way, and then brought his fingers to his lips. Zack’s tongue darted out, licking up the precome in a quick but teasing manner.
He could see Sephiroth’s jaw working, a clear sign that he shouldn’t push things too far. He was just about to let his hand go back to work when Sephiroth’s left hand shot out, grabbing Zack’s half-hard dick in an iron grip. He almost let out a small yelp, but managed to hold it back.
Where Zack had been tormentingly slow, Sephiroth was all about getting straight to the point. He unzipped the pants immediately, stroking the cock into full attention within a matter of seconds. His leather gloves made for a heated friction, and - despite trying - Zack felt himself shuddering; on the brink of orgasm.
Then the hand disappeared, cold air replacing the warmth and instantly pushing down the oncoming release. Zack opened his mouth, about to voice a complaint, but Sephiroth preempted him.
“Not yet,” he growled.
Zack stared in surprise as Sephiroth stood up in one fluid motion, pinning the budget leader with his gaze. “Excuse us,” he said, voice as confident and demanding as it was on the battlefield. Without waiting for a reply, he strode across the room.
Cursing, Zack quickly tucked himself away before getting up. He hurried after Sephiroth, pausing only to send an apologetic shrug towards the poor man whose meeting they had just screwed up.
Author: galerian_ash
Rating: R (or maybe NC-17)
Word count: 874
Prompt: Hand job - "Things one should not do at meetings."
Summary: Zack + boredom = bad ideas
Notes: Despite being a fan of the game for well over a decade now, this is my first attempt at writing for it. I hope I made the characters justice, and that you like it!
~*~
Two Can Play That Game
There was nothing quite so boring as the quarterly budget meetings.
Zack stifled a yawn and thought longingly of his first years as a SOLDIER. There had been no such meetings back then, but apparently old man Shinra had grown even more obsessive about his gil as the years passed. Rumor had it that an inexperienced Third Class had spent an unseemly amount on crates worth of Turbo Ether, only to discover that the deal-of-a-lifetime he thought he’d be getting was more like the sucker of the year award; crates filled with nothing but regular Ether (and very expensive Ether, at that).
No matter the reason, they were now stuck listening to the same basic sermon every three months. Letting his gaze drift around the room, Zack saw nothing but bored faces all around. Well, with the exception of a new recruit, a wide-eyed young man who was diligently writing down notes. Zack felt a smile tugging at his lips, silently wondering how long he’d keep that up. Two or three more meetings, and the kid was sure to join the ranks of bored SOLDIERs.
His eyes finally stopped at the man sitting to his right, noting with slight surprise that even he looked bored. And if the great Sephiroth let something like that show, then the situation was bad indeed.
Leaning forward to grab the pen and paper provided, he quickly jotted down a few words before sliding the paper over the table, leaving it to lie in front of Sephiroth.
Sephiroth didn’t react at first, ignoring the paper until Zack made as if to elbow him. Then, heaving a miniscule sigh, his eyes focused on the note.
“No,” he replied, “I will not come up with an excuse for us to ditch this meeting.” The words were silent enough that no one besides Zack would hear him, but too loud to be a whisper - Sephiroth being above such childish ruses.
“Tsk,” Zack muttered under his breath, “but you sure had no qualms lying about why we suddenly had to inspect that old shack during our last mission.”
Recalling the stolen moment, the heated and quick fuck against the dusty wall, gave Zack an idea. He made a show out of stretching his limbs, stealthily scooting his chair closer to Sephiroth’s in the process.
His hand disappeared under the table, fingers slowly trailing up Sephiroth’s thigh. A silver eyebrow was raised, but aside from that he didn’t react to the touch. Zack suppressed a grin, fully determined to get Sephiroth to respond in a more interesting manner.
Zack’s fingers traced the outline of Sephiroth’s length; just the slightest touch possible, but made rough through the fabric of his pants. Slow and languid strokes, as soft as a feather; the way Sephiroth hated it. He was not a man to go gentle when it came to sex, something that suited Zack just fine. But Sephiroth couldn’t very well pull Zack from his chair and bend him over the table for a thorough screw (though that was a nice mental image, Zack had to admit), a fact that they were both highly aware of. He could, however, easily swat away Zack’s hand. But he didn’t, and that - along with the fact that he was beginning to harden - said it all.
Sephiroth stiffened when the roaming fingers went for the zipper, slightly turning his head to send Zack a warning glare. But there was something in those green eyes that egged him on, a silent dare of sorts. Anyone else would’ve missed it, but Zack had gotten good at reading the seemingly stoic SOLDIER.
Leering slightly, Zack unzipped the pants. The leer broke into a full grin when he found Sephiroth fully hard, and slightly wet to boot. He quickly glanced up, making sure no one was looking their way, and then brought his fingers to his lips. Zack’s tongue darted out, licking up the precome in a quick but teasing manner.
He could see Sephiroth’s jaw working, a clear sign that he shouldn’t push things too far. He was just about to let his hand go back to work when Sephiroth’s left hand shot out, grabbing Zack’s half-hard dick in an iron grip. He almost let out a small yelp, but managed to hold it back.
Where Zack had been tormentingly slow, Sephiroth was all about getting straight to the point. He unzipped the pants immediately, stroking the cock into full attention within a matter of seconds. His leather gloves made for a heated friction, and - despite trying - Zack felt himself shuddering; on the brink of orgasm.
Then the hand disappeared, cold air replacing the warmth and instantly pushing down the oncoming release. Zack opened his mouth, about to voice a complaint, but Sephiroth preempted him.
“Not yet,” he growled.
Zack stared in surprise as Sephiroth stood up in one fluid motion, pinning the budget leader with his gaze. “Excuse us,” he said, voice as confident and demanding as it was on the battlefield. Without waiting for a reply, he strode across the room.
Cursing, Zack quickly tucked himself away before getting up. He hurried after Sephiroth, pausing only to send an apologetic shrug towards the poor man whose meeting they had just screwed up.