Improper use of a Soldier

“Improper use of a Soldier”
Chapter 4
(An “Alliance” universe ficlet)
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(Warning: Possible spoilers for all FF7 game/movie titles)
*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can’t get enough of this world and the characters.*
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Zack started to get used to Lazard’s attentions after a few days. He wondered when the Director intended to move on from playing with him to actually having sex with him. He sometimes felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. Lazard called him into his office each day and he spent nearly an hour fondling him and kissing him until Zack was ready to explode with lust. He never finished it, though. He seemed to take delight in making him as hard as possible and then stopping when Zack was on the brink of orgasm.

His right hand soon became his best friend and his salvation. He did his best to concentrate on his training between these little "touching sessions" with Lazard, but he often found himself distracted by fantasies of asserting himself with the blond man. To make matters worse, he went on his second real mission with Angeal to investigate Wutai and search for Genesis. Now Angeal was missing too, so poor Zack didn't even have his mentor to confide in. Stress was weighing heavily on his shoulders and he felt guilty for enjoying his encounters with Lazard while his friend was missing in action.

Zack was training vigorously one afternoon when Lazard called him into his office and informed him that it was time to move on. Zack blinked at him stupidly for a minute until he realized the Director meant sexually.

"Oh," Zack said. "Seriously? Thanks."

Lazard gave him a sensual smirk. "You'll have plenty of reason to thank me later."

"Is that a promise?" To Zack's surprise, he didn't start blushing. Now that he thought of it, he dared to hope he might have finally ditched the bashful streak and uncertainty he'd been afflicted with when he began to realize his tastes weren't limited to the opposite sex. He supposed he had Lazard to thank for that.

"It's a promise," confirmed the blond with an elegant nod. "I think I've trained you well enough to move on and you're under quite a bit of stress. Some...relief...might help you maintain better focus."

He approached the Soldier and there was glint of lust in his blue-grey eyes. He reached out and straightened one of Zack's shoulder guards and then he ran his hands over his chest appreciatively. Zack held obediently still and his pulse quickened from the simple act of being groomed. Lazard's gaze met his again and the Director smiled crookedly before closing the distance between their mouths.

"I expect you to make me a very satisfied man, Sergeant Fair." Lazard purred the statement before plundering Zack's mouth with passionate greed.

Zack instinctively cupped the slimmer man's hips and returned the kiss, delving his tongue past the parted lips with eager desire. He grinned inwardly as a low groan of lust hummed in Lazard's throat as if he were powerless to stop it. One thing Zack could be certain about was his kissing skills and even though the Director technically had the upper hand in their strange relationship, it never took long for Zack to make him weak-kneed from a kiss. He thought that with a little more confidence, he might be able stack the odds in his favor someday after all.

Curious to see how sincere Lazard was about "moving on", Zack slid his hands around behind the other man to cup his ass in a bold move. Lazard gasped faintly with surprise but he didn't try to stop him or chastise him. Zack could feel the blond's hardening crotch pressing against his and he went with his instincts and ground his hips against his. Evidently, it was the right move to make, because Lazard groaned louder and tangled his fingers into Zack's spiked hair.

Now that Lazard was actually allowing him to do some exploring of his own, Zack began to act on pure carnal urges. It was amazing how a little free reign could boost his confidence and before he knew what he was doing, he'd lifted the Director and sat him on his desk, knocking over a penholder in the process. Lazard murmured something but Zack's blood was on fire and he couldn't comprehend the words. The Soldier started unbuttoning his superior's suit, letting his arousal guide his actions. He dragged his lips away from Lazard's and worshipped his jaw and throat. Again, the blond said his name in a warning tone but Zack ignored it.

Finally, Lazard grabbed a handful of Zack's hair and pulled on it roughly, making him yelp and forcing his head back. "You're being a bad puppy," Lazard said huskily. "Did I say we were going to fuck here and now, Zackary?"

"N-no Sir," Zack said, coming to his senses quickly. "I just...this is the first time you've ever let me act instead of just react, you know? Guess I just lost my head."

Lazard smiled with amusement. "I suppose I can let it slide, in that case." He released Zack's hair and stroked the spot soothingly. "Discipline, Zack. You'll have your chance to act on your desires soon enough...with my guidance, of course. In the meantime..." He hopped off of the desk and motioned the younger man to lean against it. "Well? I'm waiting."

Zack swallowed and did as he was told, his confidence deserting him as his control over the situation vanished. He braced his hands flat on the surface of the desk and leaned against it, waiting as Lazard studied him with hot eyes before stepping closer. The Director didn't say anything; he just unbuckled Zack's belts and tugged his fly down. Zack clenched his jaw as Lazard pulled his pants open and eased his stiffened cock out of his underwear.

"Please tell me you're going to go all the way with that this time, Sir," Zack begged as the blond sank to his knees and gripped his erection in one hand.

Lazard flashed a wicked smile up at him before sliding his lips over the head of his arousal. Zack took a deep breath and licked his lips, shivering as the blond's tongue stroked against the sensitive slit in the tip. Lazard's mouth slowly took his length in little by little and his lips remained tightly sealed around the girth of it. Zack watched as his dick was taken in and out of that sucking mouth and he began to pant from the pleasure of it. Lazard burrowed a hand into his underwear and began to massage his balls as he sucked him off, making Zack's vision blur.

"Lazard," Zack moaned, his dark brows hedging as pleasure and trepidation warred within him. God, the man was good with that mouth. Zack's eyes became heavy-lidded and he started to pump his hips, but Lazard's free hand pushed warningly against his pelvis, silently reminding him that he preferred not to have a man of his size trying to thrust down his throat. Zack stilled his motions with effort and grunted. He was getting close and he dreaded the moment when Lazard would stop, pat his bottom patronizingly and dismiss him.

The motions of Lazard's mouth increased in speed and he sucked harder. Zack began to tremble in earnest and a flush of ecstasy colored his face. It was on the tip of his tongue to announce that he thought he was about to come, but he was afraid Lazard would stop if he said anything. Then again, if he came down the guy's throat without warning he might not ever get a blowjob from him again. It was quite a conundrum for Zack and he had to take a moment to decide what to do. When the pressure built to alarming heights, he decided he had to do the polite thing and warn his companion, even if it meant another frantic wanking session in his room.

"I'm...about to...come," Zack panted desperately.

To his amazement, Lazard didn't slow or stop. He gave a satisfied hum and continued on. Zack stared down at him with wide eyes as he realized that the blond really wasn't going to stop. It felt so good and it was extremely difficult to refrain from bucking into that hot, moist mouth. Lazard took him deep down his throat and started swallowing, drawing a gasping cry from Zack.

"Oh god," Zack groaned. "L-Lazard...I'm coming...Ahh!" Zack's last warning was followed by a thick jet of semen spurting down the other man's throat and in the back of his mind, he wondered if swallowing his spunk could harm Lazard. The Mako enhancements stayed in the body permanently and every cell produced was at least somewhat tainted with it. He couldn't worry about making the Director sick right now, though. The feel of that moist suction massaging him was too amazing for Zack to do more than groan and pant.

Lazard swallowed until the orgasm finished and then he released Zack's softening prick from his mouth and got smoothly to his feet. He stroked a few stray locks of hair out of the Soldier's eyes and gave him a smug, satisfied smile. "You see? I promised a reward and I delivered."

Zack nodded, still panting for breath. Dazed and a little giddy from the release, he thoughtlessly put his head on the Director's shoulder and hugged him. Lazard stiffened in surprise for a moment, but then he stroked Zack's back in slow, gentle motions. Zack nuzzled his neck in silent thanks, too stupefied by the experience to put his thoughts into words.

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After Zack left his office, Lazard got a can of lemon soda to wash down the aftertaste and he sat behind his desk with a pensive frown. He hadn't expected the young man to embrace him that way. It was far too endearing a gesture and for the first time, he wondered if he was making a mistake in grooming Zack as his lover. He had important things to take care of and he couldn't afford to grow too affectionate of the handsome Soldier.

"It's only pleasure," Lazard reminded himself as he began going over his documents. "I can appreciate his endearing qualities without taking leave of my senses."

He told himself that and he convinced himself it was true, but a hidden part of him wondered if Zack Fair had already claimed more than his sexual interest.

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Zack was in a good mood as he left the Director's office, of course. There was a bounce to his step and he thought this odd arrangement he had with Lazard might finally pay off. He didn't even mind when Tseng called him on his cell phone and asked to see him in his office. Ordinarily the black-haired Turk made Zack a little nervous, for the same reason people like Lazard tended to. It was the unfailingly polite men you had to watch out for, or so Zack believed.

He reached Tseng's office and the secretary buzzed him in. Zack poked his head through the door and found Tseng inside, standing at the window and looking out at the city. The Turk's hands were threaded behind his back and his expression was pensive.

"Hi," Zack greeted. "You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes, do come in," invited Tseng with a smooth gesture.

Zack walked into the carpeted room and shut the door behind him. He looked around with interest. There were Wutai influences to Tseng's decor and he found it all fascinating. There was a bookshelf by the door and Zack glanced at the binders curiously, wondering what Tseng liked to read.

"I don't suppose you've heard anything from Lieutenant Hewley, have you?" Tseng asked him.

Zack took his eyes off the books and frowned, shaking his head. "Not a thing."

"Then perhaps Sephiroth's suspicions are correct," mused the Turk.

Zack scowled. "No, he's dead wrong about that! Angeal isn't a traitor!"

Tseng's dark eyes studied him. "You feel very strongly about this. You're quite the loyal individual, Sergeant Fair."

Zack calmed himself and shrugged. "We don't have any proof that Angeal is working against ShinRa. I'll believe he's a traitor when I see it for myself. No offense."

"None taken," assured Tseng. He turned his back to Zack and looked out over the city again. "Perhaps Angeal's disappearance occurred for another reason. If he's been influenced by Genesis, he could simply be operating under the belief that our company is the traitor."

Zack didn't know how to respond to that. He honestly didn't care why Angeal disappeared; all he wanted was for him to come back safely. He sighed and looked at the books on the shelf again. One of the titles made him do a double-take and he stared in confusion.

~"Tantric Sex". Huh...what the hell is that?~

"...And if you happen to hear from him, you need to notify your superiors immediately," Tseng was saying. He looked over his shoulder and frowned at Zack. "Did you hear what I just said, Zackary?"

Zack tore his attention away from the books again and nodded. "Yup, got it. If I hear from Angeal I've got to let someone know. I'd have done that anyway...no need to tell me. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for it."

"I hope you're correct," sighed Tseng. He looked out the window again and appeared deep in thought.

Zack glanced at the sex book again. It was pretty small. He could probably fit it into one of his pockets. He bit his lip and felt acute shame even as he shot a look at Tseng to be sure he wasn't watching. Zack grabbed the little book and pocketed it quickly, just in time. The Turk turned to face him again and Zack hoped he didn't look as guilty as he felt.

"Well, I suppose there's nothing more to be said, then," Tseng informed him. "Thank you for your time, Sergeant."

"No problem," Zack said, giving the thumbs-up sign. Tseng raised an elegant brow and Zack cleared his throat. "Uh, I guess I'll leave now. Talk to you later." He beat a hasty retreat and when he was safely down the hall and away from the Turk section of the building, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't believe I just stole a smut book from the second-in-command of the Turks!" He muttered to himself as he patted the square mass in his pocket to be sure it hadn't fallen out. "I'm so dead if he finds out." He couldn't even say what possessed him to grab the book. Curiosity, certainly, but he could have just asked Tseng if he could borrow it. He thought of the cool disciplined personality of the Turk and he shook his head. No, he never would have had the nerve to ask.

"I'll get it back to him when I'm finished with it," Zack promised himself.

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Over the next few days, Zack read the "borrowed" book in the privacy of his quarters every chance he got. Lazard was away for the week on business, so it gave Zack some spare time to study his acquisition. Some parts made him blush but overall he was fascinated. He wasn't sure what he'd expected to find when he started reading the book...maybe different exotic positions or something. Instead, he found the book to be full of methods to extend sexual encounters and make orgasms more intense. He didn't know if he quite believed it was possible to do what they claimed in the book but he started trying out some of the exercises anyway.

He worked his PC muscles and started doing the various breathing exercises described in the book. More than once, he stopped and laughed at himself, certain that he would die of embarrassment if anyone he knew found out about this. He tempered his amusement and shrugged off his mortification, sure that if the book was telling the truth and he could master some of the techniques, he'd be able to give Lazard a real run for his money when they finally had sex.

By the middle of the week, Zack decided he needed to practice fellatio, too. Unfortunately, he didn't really have a subject to practice on and he wasn't limber enough to do it to himself. That left him with the unpleasant task of purchasing a dildo from one of the adult stores in the city. He really didn't want to do it himself but he wasn't about to ask someone else to do it for him. He swallowed his pride and dressed in casual civilian clothes before going to the shop. He wore a blue baseball cap on his head and a pair of shades but then he realized as he walked into the store that hiding his identity was futile. He'd have to show his ID to buy the stupid thing in the first place.

"Hi there, can I help you find something?"

Zack swore inwardly as the smiling young woman approached him as he walked into the back room and started browsing the shelves. He gave her a nervous grin and cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn't break.

"I'm just looking for a plain ol' dildo," he said. His damned accent was coming out full-force and he thought he couldn't appear to be more of a country hick if he carried a spittoon and chewed tobacco.

"Oh?" She seemed a little surprised as her gaze roved over him, as if she wouldn't have expected a guy like him to be after such a thing. "Are you looking for a vibrating one? Large, medium or small?"

Zack thought his face would explode. "Uh...nothing fancy. It's...kind of a gag gift." He thought quickly and forced a charming grin on his lips. "A lady friend of mine is getting a divorce. We're throwing her kind of a reverse bachelorette party, you know?"

The young woman looked highly amused but the expression on her face said it wasn't because she believed a word of his story. "A 'gag gift', huh? I'm sure your 'friend' will get a kick out of it."

Zack winced but the clerk didn't give him time to feel too humiliated. She reached out for a simple, silicone phallus and showed it to him. "Well, if you don't want anything pricey or special, this one is probably your best bet. It doesn't have a vibrating function but it's easy to keep clean and good for...beginners."

Zack hardly spared a glance at the thing before nodding. "Cool, I'll take it." Another man walked in and Zack averted his face as he followed the clerk to the register. She seemed to realize how mortified he was and she kindly bagged the item quickly before anyone could see it. She asked for his ID and when he handed it over and she saw that he was a member of SOLDIER, her eyes went round for a moment. She didn't say anything but she looked at him with acute curiosity as she rang up his merchandise and handed the bag to him.

"Have a nice day, sir."

"Thanks, you too!" Zack didn't spare her another glance as he hurried out of the store. Who would have thought buying something so simple would be so...hard? He would have thought getting over the embarrassment of purchasing condoms would have prepared him for this, but apparently, he was mistaken.

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Zack's determined spirit carried over to his self-teaching as he swallowed his pride and started practicing on the dildo. He did it often when he had the spare time, first working on controlling his gag reflex and then reading the instructions in the book while practicing oral techniques. The true test would come when he tried it out on Lazard for the first time but at least he wouldn't be rushing into battle without a basic knowledge of how to shoot.

One thing Zack Fair prided himself on was being a quick study. He'd mastered kissing quickly and unless they were lying to him, the girls he'd slept with claimed he was good in bed. He fully intended to apply those quick learning skills to this and show Lazard a thing or two that would hopefully make the Director scream with pleasure.

Zack sat in the armchair by the window in the living room of his quarters and he flipped to the next page in the book. He brought the fake cock to his lips and swirled his tongue around the tip, ignoring the faint sense of modesty that tried to surface. If he couldn't suck an inanimate cock without blushing, there was no way he'd be able to suck a real one. He needed to concentrate. He slid his lips over the shaft and drew the dildo into his mouth, loosening his throat muscles carefully. He started to grin when he didn't gag but the movement ruined it and he had to withdraw the object and try again.

He sucked the silicone cock back into his mouth and grazed the tip with his teeth, imagining the sounds he might draw from Lazard's lips with the action. He was really getting into it when his concentration was abruptly and rudely broken by a knock on his door.

"Hey Zack, are you in there?" Kunsel's voice called from the hallway.

Zack was startled and he experienced a moment of sheer panic. He chucked the dildo over his shoulder with un-necessary force and he winced and swore when the window shattered. Stuffing the book under the seat cushion, Zack jumped up and peered out the broken window, watching his toy fall in a spinning arc to the street below.

"Oh shit," he gasped, "oh, fuck!"

From his vantage point he could see a familiar pair of Turks approaching the front door of headquarters and their path was taking them directly under the falling dildo. Zack heard Kunsel knocking more insistently on the door and asking if he was okay, but he ignored his friend and cringed as his dildo landed right at Reno's feet down below. The Turk stopped, bent over and picked it up, scratching his vivid red hair curiously. As he and his bald partner noticed the shards of glass around the object and looked up, Zack retreated with another curse and hoped they didn't see him peering down from the broken window.

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"What the hell?" Rude said as Reno held the object.

"Pennies from heaven, man," answered the redhead with a cheeky grin. "Looks like someone tossed it out a window." He looked up and the bigger Turk followed suit.

"Why would someone throw a dildo out the window?" Rude puzzled.

Reno examined the toy and shrugged. "Maybe there was a lover's spat and someone was trying to chuck it at someone else, who knows?"

"Uh, you don't know where that's been, Red." Rude grimaced.

Reno made a face and abruptly dropped the dildo. "Shit, why didn't ya say something sooner? I'm gonna go have a shower, yo!" Reno hurried away through the front doors and Rude smirked in amusement before casting one last, curious look at the broken window high above. If he wasn't mistaken, the object fell from one of the SOLDIER apartments.

~Hmph. Makes you wonder what those guys get up to. I guess they can't be much worse than we are.~

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"Zack, come on man...open up! I heard a crash! You okay?"

Zack groaned and hurried across the room to the door. He opened it and gave his friend a sickly smile. "I'm okay man. I just...had a little accident."

Kunsel looked over his shoulder at the shattered window and raised his eyebrows. He gave a low whistle and took a step inside the room. "Daamn, no kidding! What happened, dude?"

"I was uh...trying to get a fly with my shoe and I lost my grip and hit the window. Don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want to get demerits for destroying company property and I'll just pay someone to fix it out of my own wages."

Kunsel thankfully had no reason to suspect he was lying. "Wow, is your face red! It's all right, man. Accidents happen. You don't have to be embarrassed and I won't say anything."

Zack relaxed a little. "Thanks, buddy."

Kunsel started to walk over to the window to examine it more closely and Zack realized that he might catch sight of the dildo laying on the street below, if Reno hadn't pocketed the thing. "Hey, let's go grab a couple of beers," Zack offered quickly, hoping his friend would go for the diversion. "There's a baseball game on tonight and one of the local pubs has a big screen TV."

Kunsel stopped and considered the proposition. "Okay," he said with a nod. "I haven't gotten out for a while. Let's go toss a few back."

Zack checked a sigh of relief. He'd had nothing but bad luck lately and he didn't think he could take any more humiliation. It wasn't until they were out the door and on their way to the elevator that he realized they'd have to walk right past the incriminating object he'd accidentally tossed through the window. He wanted to tear his hair out in frustration.

~WHY ME?!~

He supposed he could try to pass it off as something a random passer-by accidentally dropped but if Kunsel saw the glass surrounding the damned thing, he'd probably figure out the truth. Zack thought quickly, scouring his brain for another diversion that would allow him to go out there first and pocket the dildo before Kunsel or anyone else saw it.

"Oh damn," Zack muttered, stopping with a sigh.

"What?" Kunsel asked.

"I forgot, this place has a dress code." He looked down at Kunsel's combat boots and pointed. "They aren't going to let you in wearing those. You should change into some sneakers or something."

"What do they have against combat boots?" Kunsel looked confused.

Zack shrugged. "I guess they scuff the floors or something. You go change your shoes and I'll go outside and get us a cab, okay?"

Kunsel shrugged. "All right."

The parted ways and once Zack was outside, he waited until the coast was clear before doing his best to grab the dildo off the concrete and conceal it without being obvious about it. Crisis averted, he looked for a cab and hailed it. He only hoped that nobody was wearing combat boots at the pub, or else he'd have to explain to Kunsel why he thought there was a dress code against it.

~That's it, the book I borrowed from Tseng is cursed! It's been one bad ride after another ever since I snitched it and I keep getting caught having to lie to people. I'm going to return it as soon as I can.~

But of course, there was the matter of how he was going to return Tseng's book without getting caught in the act. Zack sighed and pondered his problem as he waited for his friend to join him in the cab. He'd really gotten himself into a pickle.

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-To be continued