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Pairing: Zack / Seph / Cloud
Summary: Heidegger gets a dose of tmi.
Rating : Nothing explicit really, kinky games implied.
Word count approx: 700 ish
Warnings : Submissive Sephiroth, Kinky Cloud, Saucy Zack and one terrified Heidegger.
Obviously, a little bit out of character ;)
Heidegger made his way to the rooms which General Sephiroth, for reasons unknown, chose to share with Zachary Fair and Cloud Strife, potentially the two most irritating ShinRa employees of all time which, as can readily be appreciated, was really saying something.
Heidegger could hear Fair and Strife’s voices as he approached the door of the apartment and pressed his fingers briefly to the bridge of his nose. However, there was nothing for it, the General had to sign off his area report and so he had to find the General. It didn’t sound like he was there but the idiot duo, as Heidegger termed them, would be a logical place to start in his enquiries as to the General’s whereabouts. He could hear Fair’s voice now, waffling on about some nonsense or other.
‘We should have ourselves some fun Lord Strife, with such a pretty prisoner as this.’
Noting that the door was ajar Heidegger marched straight in without bothering to knock, he jumped a little in surprise on seeing that the General was there in the apartment with the other two and not only that he seemed to have his hands tied in front of him with something that looked suspiciously like black silk.
‘General Sephiroth, I er, wanted to find you, to get you to, er-’
‘Sign off your area report?’
‘Er-’
‘Bring it here, I’ll do it now.’
‘Do you want me to undo your hands?’ Strife whispered to Sephiroth, seemingly having sufficient good grace to be suitably embarrassed, unlike the dark haired SOLDIER, Fair, who looked as though he was about to burst out laughing.
‘No, I’ll manage,’ Sephiroth said holding out his crossed arms to Heidegger who obediently pushed the sheaf of papers and his pen into the General’s hands.
Fair leant forward, offering his back up as a table, and Sephiroth nonchalantly flicked through the pages and began signing them off at the various required points.
‘Um, General Sephiroth, might I ask what exactly you’re doing tied up like that?’
‘I am participating in a game, Heidegger.’
‘A game?’ Heidegger echoed uncertainly.
‘Indeed. The current scenario being that Fair and Strife here are lords of Wutai, I am their prisoner and they have just decided how best to use their advantage over me, as is customary in such situations.’
‘And, erm, what have they decided on?’ Heidegger asked.
‘Sexual gratification,’ came Sephiroth’s blithe reply as he signed off the last page with a flourish and held the papers back out towards Heidegger with a bland smile.
Heidegger inwardly kicked himself seventeen shades of purple for being stupid enough to ask and unwillingly let the last few blocks of realisation slide into place in his mind. He then noticed that the young blond seemed to have given over being embarrassed in favor of staring at the General in a way that was practically salivatory and lieutenant Fair’s expression had grown disturbingly feral as he slyly shuffled closer to the silver haired SOLDIER.
‘Well, I’ll just-, go, that’s it, yes, I’ll just go,’ Heidegger stammered out as he backed towards the exit. With a few vague attempts at formality he managed to get himself on the other side of the door and sighed with relief as he heard it swing to and the lock catch behind him.
He had got half way down the corridor when he realised that he’d left the report in Sephiroth’s hand, and his pen, Heidegger loved that pen. He turned quickly on his heel back towards the room he’d just so hurriedly left, thinking to himself that the trio would probably be waiting for him to realise his mistake and come back.
He stopped in front of the now locked door, took a deep breath and was just about to knock when he heard an almighty creak of bed springs followed by General Sephiroth speaking in an uncharacteristically tremulous voice;
‘Oh, Lord Strife, you wicked man, not that, please, anything but that! Lord Fair, won’t you help me? Have him show me mercy!’
Heidegger slammed his hands over his ears so as not to hear what reply “Lord Strife” or “Lord Fair” or anyone else might make, mentally upgraded his mission for the day from getting reports signed off to preserving his own sanity and then turned and fled out of the building as fast as his legs would take him.
Summary: Heidegger gets a dose of tmi.
Rating : Nothing explicit really, kinky games implied.
Word count approx: 700 ish
Warnings : Submissive Sephiroth, Kinky Cloud, Saucy Zack and one terrified Heidegger.
Obviously, a little bit out of character ;)
Heidegger made his way to the rooms which General Sephiroth, for reasons unknown, chose to share with Zachary Fair and Cloud Strife, potentially the two most irritating ShinRa employees of all time which, as can readily be appreciated, was really saying something.
Heidegger could hear Fair and Strife’s voices as he approached the door of the apartment and pressed his fingers briefly to the bridge of his nose. However, there was nothing for it, the General had to sign off his area report and so he had to find the General. It didn’t sound like he was there but the idiot duo, as Heidegger termed them, would be a logical place to start in his enquiries as to the General’s whereabouts. He could hear Fair’s voice now, waffling on about some nonsense or other.
‘We should have ourselves some fun Lord Strife, with such a pretty prisoner as this.’
Noting that the door was ajar Heidegger marched straight in without bothering to knock, he jumped a little in surprise on seeing that the General was there in the apartment with the other two and not only that he seemed to have his hands tied in front of him with something that looked suspiciously like black silk.
‘General Sephiroth, I er, wanted to find you, to get you to, er-’
‘Sign off your area report?’
‘Er-’
‘Bring it here, I’ll do it now.’
‘Do you want me to undo your hands?’ Strife whispered to Sephiroth, seemingly having sufficient good grace to be suitably embarrassed, unlike the dark haired SOLDIER, Fair, who looked as though he was about to burst out laughing.
‘No, I’ll manage,’ Sephiroth said holding out his crossed arms to Heidegger who obediently pushed the sheaf of papers and his pen into the General’s hands.
Fair leant forward, offering his back up as a table, and Sephiroth nonchalantly flicked through the pages and began signing them off at the various required points.
‘Um, General Sephiroth, might I ask what exactly you’re doing tied up like that?’
‘I am participating in a game, Heidegger.’
‘A game?’ Heidegger echoed uncertainly.
‘Indeed. The current scenario being that Fair and Strife here are lords of Wutai, I am their prisoner and they have just decided how best to use their advantage over me, as is customary in such situations.’
‘And, erm, what have they decided on?’ Heidegger asked.
‘Sexual gratification,’ came Sephiroth’s blithe reply as he signed off the last page with a flourish and held the papers back out towards Heidegger with a bland smile.
Heidegger inwardly kicked himself seventeen shades of purple for being stupid enough to ask and unwillingly let the last few blocks of realisation slide into place in his mind. He then noticed that the young blond seemed to have given over being embarrassed in favor of staring at the General in a way that was practically salivatory and lieutenant Fair’s expression had grown disturbingly feral as he slyly shuffled closer to the silver haired SOLDIER.
‘Well, I’ll just-, go, that’s it, yes, I’ll just go,’ Heidegger stammered out as he backed towards the exit. With a few vague attempts at formality he managed to get himself on the other side of the door and sighed with relief as he heard it swing to and the lock catch behind him.
He had got half way down the corridor when he realised that he’d left the report in Sephiroth’s hand, and his pen, Heidegger loved that pen. He turned quickly on his heel back towards the room he’d just so hurriedly left, thinking to himself that the trio would probably be waiting for him to realise his mistake and come back.
He stopped in front of the now locked door, took a deep breath and was just about to knock when he heard an almighty creak of bed springs followed by General Sephiroth speaking in an uncharacteristically tremulous voice;
‘Oh, Lord Strife, you wicked man, not that, please, anything but that! Lord Fair, won’t you help me? Have him show me mercy!’
Heidegger slammed his hands over his ears so as not to hear what reply “Lord Strife” or “Lord Fair” or anyone else might make, mentally upgraded his mission for the day from getting reports signed off to preserving his own sanity and then turned and fled out of the building as fast as his legs would take him.