guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-07-27 20:09:00 |
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Title: Quid Pro Quo
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: R
Warnings: hand-job
Word count: 853
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Angeal/Zack: touching - The boy was teasing him
Summary: A simple act of human kindness is returned to its giver.
“One of the side effects of the mako treatment…it’s normal, happens to everyone…yes, even to me…”
Angeal’s own words echoed in his mind, sharp and feverish, as the mako refresher sank further into his bones. He gripped the edges of his cot hard enough to make the metal scream.
“Sometimes a man just needs a little help…nothing personal, I’d do this for any of my boys…”
He remembered how he’d stayed by Zack’s side after his first treatment, the memory as clear as though it had only just happened. Angeal had held the boy’s hand, accepting a crushing grip in return as the mako had rolled through Zack’s virgin veins in waves.
“I wish I could tell you it gets easier, son…”
Red-faced and sweating, Zack had thrashed against the force of the power surging through him until the shift came and he lay very still, eyes wide. Just like every other SOLDIER, his body had switched gears, interpreting the wild energy inside as sexual heat. Pulse visible through his painfully sudden erection, Zack had groaned and fumbled at his boxers; muscles trembling and shock setting in, he couldn’t even take himself in hand.
“Hey, sorry I’m late.”
The voice cut through the luminous fog in Angeal’s head. “You didn’t have to come.”
Sound of a chair scraping closer to the cot. Then that irrepressibly cheery voice: “No, but you do.”
Angeal groaned, half in frustration and half in annoyance. “Did I make jokes on you, puppy?”
A strong, solid hand pried his right one loose from the cot frame and held it in a vice-like grip. “Not joking, Angeal. Not one bit.” One-handed, Zack dipped a cloth in the water on the nightstand, wrung it out, then draped it across Angeal’s forehead. “Damn, how much did they give you?”
Angeal offered a weak smile. “Can tell, can’t you…” He shuddered as the reaction began to change. “Seriously, you don’t have to be here…” His words ended on a whine as liquid electric fire reached his groin.
Memory flooded him even as sensations threatened to overwhelm. He’d watched Zack, and others, slide into this same haze, this same maddening fusion of desire and agony, their mako-bright eyes either wide with shock or tightly shut. Only two possibilities at that point: make them ride it out with no release, as they lacked the basic coordination to even jack off; or help them.
Cool fingers freed him from his underwear, traced along his engorged length. Angeal hissed through his teeth at the maddening lightness of the touch, his hips bucking up toward the teasing hand.
“Easy, SOLDIER,” Zack murmured. “Just relax and breathe. I won’t leave you like this.”
“I won’t leave you like this.”
How many times had he said those very words to the novice SOLDIERs? Who else had bothered? Not Genesis, and certainly not Sephiroth; mako treatments and their aftermath were simply something the recruits had to survive – no one had said it would be easy.
No matter the cost, Angeal wasn’t ready to sacrifice human compassion on the altar of genetic perfection.
And now…
Zack gripped him firmly and stroked, twisting his hand just so as he reached the head and tugged.
What started as a groan turned into a whimper. Angeal’s nerves were on fire, his cock painfully hard, his balls already drawn up tight. Reflexively he brought his left hand up to Zack’s shoulder, imploring him to hurry.
Zack quickened his pace, fingertips gliding across the tip and sliding back down slick with pre-cum.
Even with that bit of damp, his touch felt like sandpaper. Angeal writhed, torn between need and pain. When he felt Zack lean down over him, his bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Hot breath ghosted across his straining erection, followed by the relative coolness of saliva as Zack spit carefully down the path of his hand.
Angeal let out an incoherent sound as the grip on him changed from painful to absolute bliss.
Zack stroked fast and light, fingers swirling around the tip at random moments, reading every pulse and tremor in his mentor’s flesh. “Let’s see what this thing can do,” he murmured as he cupped the head and squeezed.
Angeal growled deep in his chest, every muscle locking as mako-powered orgasm flared through him like wildfire. He thrust into that hand, needing, demanding, begging – and Zack didn’t let him down. Skilled fingers gripped and smoothed, tugged and urged, milking him with gentle precision until the tremors began to recede.
Angeal wasn’t sure how long it took him to open his eyes after that; he guessed it was several minutes. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, but the rush of mako heat had finally begun to fade. He looked up at Zack, who smiled kindly back at him. “‘Let’s see what this thing can do’? What the hell kind of line was that?”
Zack burst out laughing. “Hey, I’m not you, Angeal. I don’t have encouraging comments waiting in my head for just such an occasion.” Then he shrugged and said, “But I’ll never forget you saying them for me.”