Improper use of a Soldier

“Improper use of a Soldier”
Chapter 5
(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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By the time Lazard came back, Zack had read through the entire contents of the book he'd snatched from Tseng and he had managed to experience a couple of tantric orgasms, with practice. When he got the phone message from Lazard to meet him at his apartment after nightfall, Zack's newfound confidence dissolved into youthful uncertainty. What if he couldn't perform the way he wanted? What if he choked up in the middle of it? He glanced at the book sitting on the nearby chair and he pressed his lips together grimly. He walked over to it and picked it up, flipping through the pages to refresh his memory.

"Just calm down," Zack advised himself aloud as he scanned the text in the book. "You've got a few hours to burn before you meet up with him. You can do this, Zack."

He tried to speak in a lower pitch and mimic Angeal's voice as he gave himself encouragement. It was stupid but it made him feel a little better to pretend his missing friend and mentor was giving him advice. An insidious thought burrowed into his head as he read on and no matter what he did, he couldn't shove it back out again.

~Maybe it's time to practice on the real thing. Lazard might be busy but I'll bet he won't mind me popping into his office to give him a blowjob.~

He could hardly believe he was considering it but the more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. Usually Lazard was the one to initiate encounters. Maybe showing a bit more aggression was just what Zack needed to level the playing field a bit. It wasn't in his nature to be passive and perhaps it was time to stop letting the director hold the reins. Still, Lazard was his superior. Zack realized now that his status was part of what made it so difficult to be aggressive with him.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this." Zack shut the book and walked over to his dresser, opening his sock drawer to hide the book in the bottom of it. He steeled himself with determination. He'd never know if he didn't try. Checking his keys and his wallet, he left his quarters and strode purposely down the hall toward the elevators.

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Lazard scribbled his signature on yet another document and sighed. His trip to Junon had been tedious. His half-brother was on his way up in the company hierarchy and soon, he feared he would have to answer to him. Rufus seemed to share Lazard's dislike on an instinctive level. Lazard didn't fool himself into believing the other man wasn't aware of their blood relation. They were too alike in appearance and mannerism, though it rankled him to admit it.

He was just finishing up with the fifth document when his secretary buzzed him and informed him that Zack Fair wanted to see him. Lazard felt the corners of his mouth curve up. True, he had some catching up to do but Fair could provide a much-needed distraction from stress. He also admitted to himself that a part of him had missed the impulsive young Soldier while he was away.

"Send him in," he ordered. He pushed the unlock button and set the remaining stack of papers aside for later. He began to unwittingly caressing the polished surface of his desk as his mind conjured sensual images.

Moments later, his door opened and Zack's unruly head of spiked, dark hair peeked in. "Hey Director. You busy?"

"Nothing I can't set aside for later," answered Lazard with a casual gesture of welcome. "Come in, Zackary."

Zack stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He didn't flinch as the locking mechanism kicked in and there was purpose in his blue-violet gaze as he strode across the room. Lazard watched with interest as the young man approached him and rather than take a seat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk, Zack circled around to stand before him. Lazard looked up at him and arched a brow.

"Am I to assume you have a matter of some importance to discuss with me?"

Zack inclined his head briefly and his gaze didn't waver. "Something like that, yeah."

Lazard was intrigued. By all appearances, Zackary radiated confidence and sex appeal. There wasn't a hint of the former uncertainty and confusion in his eyes or his stance. Lazard wondered what could have happened during his brief time away to change Zack so much, but he reminded himself that Zack was suffering a loss. The man he looked up to for guidance was missing, so perhaps Zack had consciously chosen to toughen up and be more assertive. Lazard certainly didn't find it unattractive. In fact, his groin was already stirring in response to that wolfish half-smile the other man was giving him.

"Well then, what would you like to discuss with me?" Lazard kept his voice carefully neutral as he asked the question.

Zack put his hands on the director's shoulders and pushed his chair back, away from the desk. Lazard opened his mouth to ask another question but Zack lowered his dark head and covered his lips with his in the next moment. Lazard's thoughts scattered as the other man's mouth moved against his. Zack's tongue probed between his lips and Lazard instinctively parted them to allow access. The Soldier's damnable kissing skills soon had Lazard's head spinning and he was hardly aware of it when Zack's hands tugged his tie free and unbuttoned his shirt.

The next thing Lazard knew, the conditioned air was cool against his bared chest and Zack's rough palms were stroking his torso. He was faintly surprised by the aggressive vigor but by no means upset. He pulled his lips away from the other man's and murmured a half-hearted warning, sensing a loss of control. Zack merely gave him a lopsided grin and a wink before tugging the zipper down on his fly.

"Someone's feeling rather cocky," gasped Lazard as Zack's lips caressed his throat. His breath caught as one of those big hands burrowed into his pants to grasp his growing erection.

"You said we were gonna move on, last time I checked," Zack murmured, "So that's what I'm doing."

Lazard couldn't logically refute that and in truth, he wasn't interested in trying. Part of the reason he'd been using such teasing methods on Zack was to help him gain self-confidence. Being experienced with only females, it was clear that he wasn't sure how to react to other men in erotic situations. Now he was proving what Lazard suspected all along; that he could adjust his tactics accordingly.

The motions of Zack's mouth and hands paused after a moment and he pulled away to look Lazard in the eye. "What, no arguments? You're not going to order me to stand still and quit pawing at you?"

Lazard smirked. "I think your training has progressed beyond that stage now. I'd like to see what you have to offer of your own accord."

Zack seemed confused by the response. "I don't get you."

"And hopefully, you never will." Lazard gave him a brief, affectionate smile and cupped the back of his head to draw his lips down again. Zack didn't resist and his lips met the director's with urgent enthusiasm.

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Zack would have smirked if his mouth weren't full of Lazard's cock. He felt the other man trembling as he pressed his hands against his thighs. The shuddering gasps passing his lips told Zack that he was indeed performing his technique well. He nibbled at the tender slit in the tip of Lazard's cock with his teeth, gently so as not to cause pain. Lazard's hips bucked as if of their own will and the director breathed a soft curse. His hands were clutching the sides of the chair with white knuckles and the tension was mounting in his body.

Zack paused in his nibbling to take the hard length of Lazard's cock down his throat, swallowing and sucking while rubbing his thighs with his hands. A breathy moan finally broke free from Lazard's throat and his erection twitched vigorously in Zack's mouth. The salty/bitter gush that Zack expected didn't happen and he gave himself a mental pat on the back at his success. He kept going until the spasms slowed and stopped.

Lazard was panting softly as Zack slowly drew his mouth back and released his still-hard cock. The Solider looked up at his companion and grinned, pleased with himself. "How was that, Director?"

Lazard took a moment to catch his breath and his fingers sifted through Zack's dark hair. When he looked down at the kneeling young man, there was a restrained sort of fondness in his pale gaze.

"I'm quite...impressed. I'm not entirely sure how you managed to do that Zackary, but I have no objections."

Zack smiled again and rose from his knees. He gripped Lazard's erection in a possessive manner and gave it a couple of strokes as he sought out his lips for a kiss. The blond responded quite favorably, kissing him back with sated, lazy passion. After a few moments, their lips parted again and Lazard stared at Zack with faint wonder on his sculpted features.

"What exactly happened, while I was away?"

Zack chuckled. "Nothing much. I just did a little research and got over myself, I guess." In a moment of returning uncertainty, he lowered his eyes. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Absolutely." Zack looked at his companion again to see him giving one of those sensual smiles that made his heart do a flip. "Whatever research you conducted, the results surpass what I intended."

The statement confused Zack. "What do you mean? I thought you wanted me all docile and obedient-like."

"Oh, I did...in the beginning," explained Lazard. He sighed in pleasure as Zack's hand stroked him again. "I'm afraid you're going to have to stop that if this conversation is to continue, Zack."

Zack reluctantly took his hand off of Lazard's cock. "Uh, yeah. Sorry about that." He hadn't even been consciously stroking him; he just liked the feel of his dick in his hand. "So what were you saying?"

"I thought I made it clear that I intended to groom you into the perfect lover for me," Lazard explained with a sly look. "However, it seems you did part of my work for me while I was away. These things come in steps, Zackary. Youthful lust requires restraint; otherwise, unpleasantness such as premature ejaculation and general clumsiness can occur. I needed you to learn discipline before moving on, do you understand?"

Zack scratched his head, feeling a blush of self-consciousness trying to surface. Maybe the girls he'd been with really did lie about how good he was in bed. "I think I get it."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Lazard offered in an uncommon moment of praise. He tucked his groin back into his pants with effort, seeing as it was still hard. He grimaced in discomfort as he zipped his fly back up. "In fact, I hardly think I'll get anything useful done today, after that demonstration of your skills. I expect you to give me full release tonight."

Zack gave him a smile that was full of confidence he didn't fully feel. "You got it."

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"Geez Zack, how many squats can you do at a time?"

Zack glanced over at Kunsel, smiling crookedly as he arose from his fifty-third squat. He was sweating lightly and he had a pleasant burn in his thighs, so he decided to call it quits. "Guess I'm just used to it. I've been doing these for warm-up since I was a kid."

Kunsel chuckled and shook his head. "Well, I'm ready for the spar when you are. Maybe you've done enough to tire yourself out and give me a chance to win, this time."

Zack accepted the towel his friend offered him and he wiped off his face and neck. He tossed it on the bench and drew the practice sword he had chosen for the exercise.

"Ready, bud?" Zack fell into an easy combat stance on the sparring matt and waited for the other man to approach.

Kunsel pulled off his helmet and frisked his brown, wavy hair before joining Zack on the matt. "Okay, here goes. Don't kick my ass too hard."

"I'd never hurt a friend," Zack promised with a smile. "Let's do it."

Kunsel attacked first and Zack deflected his strike with ease. He stayed on the defensive at first, giving his friend a chance to warm up. When he felt that Kunsel was ready for it, he began returning his blows. He was mindful of the other Soldier's lesser power and he was careful not to use his full strength as they clashed swords, parried and dodged. It was really just a little fun between friends and thankfully, Kunsel wasn't resentful of Zack's skills. He even snorted at Zack to stop babying him when the brunet let him disarm him. Zack shrugged, picked up his sword and ended the sparring match with five quick strikes of his sword and a move that put Kunsel on his back.

"You okay?" Zack inquired a little nervously as he offered a hand to his friend. He always worried about getting too rough with the other man or coming off as arrogant.

Kunsel took his hand and got to his feet with a grunt. He was breathing heavily and sweating, but the smile he cast at Zack seemed genuine. "Yeah, I'm fine. Stop worrying about it, man. I know you're stronger than I am and I don't mind. I don't have your ambition or skills, so I'm fine where I am."

"Why are you in SOLDIER?" Zack queried as the two of them retrieved towels and wiped the sweat from their faces. "I mean, if you don't really want to go further."

"It opens up other opportunities and the pay is decent." Kunsel shrugged. "I'll leave the heavy stuff up to guys like you."

Zack understood. Kunsel's family was rather poor and the military was a reasonable alternative to college. "Thanks for the sparring match, buddy. I'm going to hit the showers."

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Zack had hoped that his duel with Kunsel would expend some of the nervous energy from his system before he met up with Lazard at his apartment. It helped a little but by the time he finished showering, shaving and blow-drying his hair, he was feeling hyper again. He dressed with seduction in mind, choosing a dressy-casual combo of a deep blue button-up shirt, stonewash jeans and a pair of scuffed leather oxfords. He considered taking off the ID tags hanging around his neck but he nixed the idea, having a sneaking suspicion that Lazard liked them.

He packed a fresh uniform into a small backpack, as advised by Lazard over the phone. The director made it clear that he would be staying at his place overnight and Zack had no objections to that. Taking one last look at his appearance in the mirror, Zack left his quarters and locked up. He wondered if he was being foolish, gussying himself up the way he had. To him though, this was a date. His romantic nature couldn't see it as just a sex appointment. Sure, he was going over there for sex but Lazard invited him to stay the night.

Zack called a cab and went outside headquarters to wait for it by the building entrance. He occupied himself with subtle breathing exercises, determined to make this a night the director would never forget.

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Lazard covertly devoured Zack with his eyes when he opened the door to let him in. Blue really was his color and he appreciated the way the Soldier left the top three buttons of his shirt undone to allow a tasteful view of his clavicle and the dogtags dangling beneath it. He gave the young man a polite smile and invited him in, standing aside to make room for him.

"I wasn't expecting you to dress up for me," Lazard told him as he shut the door. He allowed his eyes to travel over him with appreciation, not bothering to hide it this time. "You look quite dashing."

A hint of color bloomed in Zack's cheeks, making Lazard hide a smile. "Thanks. I don't have many nice clothes but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try and look decent." The Soldier's eyes roved over Lazard in return, openly admiring him. "You look great, too."

"I look the same as I do every day," Lazard said dryly, glancing down at his business suit.

"Yeah, so?" Zack winked at him.

Lazard nearly chuckled. Zack seemed to have a natural talent for laying on the charm. He could have told him there was no need to romance him, but he found Zack's efforts to court him entertaining—and a bit endearing. "Please, make yourself at home," Lazard invited graciously.

Zack looked around at the main living room for the first time and he gave a low whistle. "Nice place you've got, Director. Classy." It wasn't a huge room but it had a modern design, with tubular wall sconces, a big screen TV and gray leather furniture. The color scheme was white, gray and black. There was a bookshelf built into the left wall, with smaller lights inside of it.

"Thank you," Lazard replied politely.

Zack lifted the backpack he was carrying and glanced around. "Uh, where should I put this?"

"In the bedroom. Follow me, I'll show you."

Lazard went down the left hallway and Zack followed him. "The door on the right is the bathroom," explained the director. He stopped at the door on the left and opened it before stepping inside. Zack followed him and studied the interior of the bedroom, which had a slightly more colorful scheme of muted greens and blues.

"Here, just place it in the closet," encouraged Lazard as he opened the sliding door to the walk-in closet. Zack did so and as Lazard began to shut the mirrored door again, the brunet stepped closer to him and ran his fingers through his hair. It was an unexpected move but not unpleasant. Lazard turned his head to look at Zack and the Soldier's mouth closed in to give him one of those brain-melting kisses.

For a moment, Lazard forgot his intention to make the night last and build up to the final, satisfying conquest he'd been waiting for. Those lips, that curling, caressing tongue, the hard body pressing against his…it was all he could do to break the kiss and step away. He was breathing heavily and he was sure his face had a telling flush of passion on it as he regarded his companion sternly. It didn't help that Zack's gorgeous, Mako-colored eyes were so intense on him.

"We have the entire night," Lazard reminded huskily. "Be patient."

"I've been pretty damned patient," Zack said in a low, seductive tone. "How much longer are you going to tease me?"

"The best encounters are those we don't rush into," Lazard insisted, smirking faintly as he noticed the way Zack's crotch was bulging. "We'll both get what we want by the end of the evening, Zackary. For now, let's have a drink and enjoy some relaxation."

Zack sighed, but he nodded in compliance. "I guess I could stand a drink."

Lazard gestured courteously toward the open bedroom door. "After you."

As he followed him out of the room, Lazard stared at his backside. Zack had a delightfully firm, muscular butt and Lazard briefly thought it was a shame that he would never be the one to relieve it of virginal status.

Zack paused when they made it back into the living room and Lazard gestured toward the archway in the back right corner of the room. "This way," he said as he walked past the Soldier and started toward the kitchen and dining area. Zack followed him and he watched as Lazard opened the refrigerator.

"I have 'Nibelheim lager', 'Costa light' and 'Icicle stout'," announced Lazard. "Which would you like?"

Zack looked a little uncertain. "Those are some pricey imports. I've never tried any of them. Uh, which one are you having?"

"I'm having a dry martini," Lazard answered. "I just presumed you would prefer beer."

"Well, let me try one of those, then." Zack shrugged.

Lazard pulled his head out of the fridge and looked at him dubiously. "Are you sure about that?"

"Hey, I can be sophisticated," Zack argued, pulling a mock frown.

Lazard chuckled. "I beg your pardon, Zackary. I just never took you for a cocktail man and martinis are a hit and miss. Either you love them or hate them."

"Tell you what," compromised the brunet with a crooked, sexy grin, "you make one for yourself and let me have a taste."

"That sounds like a reasonable proposal." Lazard shut the fridge and pulled the gin and vermouth out of the cupboard overhead. He retrieved one of his martini glasses from another cabinet as well as a mixing glass. Zack watched with canine-like curiosity as the director mixed the liquor with some ice before shaking it. Lazard strained the mixture into the martini glass, cut off a slice of the lemon and twisted it into the drink. He picked up the glass and handed it to Zack, watching expectantly.

"Cheers," Zack said. He tipped the glass and poured some of the cocktail into his mouth. He swished it around experimentally and his mouth twisted, despite his obvious effort to keep his expression bland. He could have had the word "bitter" scrawled on his face, his opinion was so obvious.

Lazard huffed a soft laugh and shook his head. "Is that your 'sophisticated' look, Zackary?"

The Soldier smacked his lips and handed the drink back to Lazard. "All right, so I'm not sophisticated enough to drink this. You win."

"Why don't you try the Nibelheim lager," suggested Lazard after taking a sip of his drink and setting it on the counter island. "It's a nice compromise between light and dark."

"Thanks, I'll try it."

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A short while later, they were seated together in the living room. Lazard turned the stereo on and tuned it to the alternative music station. The song that was playing was an interesting mixture of modern rock and orchestra. He found it to his liking and made a mental note to listen to this station more often.

"I figured you would be more into classical," Zack commented after taking a swallow of his beer.

Lazard smirked. Was he that transparent? "Ordinarily, yes. I didn't want to bore you, however. Is this music to your liking?"

"It's not bad." Zack propped one arm on the back of the couch and studied him with open interest. He didn't say anything; he just let his blue-violet gaze rove over him tactlessly.

~I wonder when that innocence will fade?~

Lazard frowned inwardly at the thought. Part of Zack's charm was that boyish honesty of his. He wondered what sort of man he would become when the burdens of the world finally weighed it down and buried it. In an uncommon moment of nostalgia, Lazard leaned closer to his guest and brushed lips with him. Zack reciprocated, pressing his lips more firmly against Lazard's. He pulled back for a second before caressing his mouth again and Lazard didn't protest when the brunet put his beer on the coffee table and pushed his fingers into his hair. Zack's tongue slid into his mouth and Lazard nearly spilled the remainder of his martini on his lap.

"One moment," the director murmured.

Zack released his hair and waited for Lazard to put the drink aside before closing in again. Lazard barely finished sitting back again before his Soldier was kissing him again with persuasive eagerness. Zack's hand settled on his right knee and slowly moved up his thigh. Lazard began to harden in his pants as that strong, skilled hand stroked up and down, from knee to hip. It wasn't a make-out tactic Lazard was used to and he assumed the move was originally designed for females.

He found he didn't mind it; particularly when Zack's caress moved to the inside of his thigh. It was teasing, persuasive. The Soldier's hand moved up far enough for the knuckles to brush against his crotch, but instead of going for it and cupping the area, Zack just stroked back down again slowly. Lazard's mind strayed to that heavenly blowjob Zack gave him in his office earlier that day and he again wondered how someone with so little experience managed to employ such brilliant techniques.

Lazard reminded himself not to get too worked up as Zack's lips moved away from his mouth to caress his throat. "Tell me what's been going on in my absence," he murmured huskily. "What have you been up to?"

~How did you learn to give head like that? Did you…practice on someone?~

"Mostly the usual," Zack replied between kisses and licks. "Training, small missions, you know. I did a little reading, too."

Lazard was faintly surprised. "Voluntarily?"

Zack stopped kissing his neck and gave him a wolfish grin and a wink. "If it's the right book, sure."

Lazard's curiosity increased and his quick mind calculated possibilities. So, Zack did a bit of reading, did he? Maybe his increased confidence and unexpected erotic skills had something to do with his choice of literature. Knowing him as he did, Lazard began to relax. It was unlikely that Zack had relations with another man while he was away. He probably wouldn't have been comfortable enough, given how new he was to same-gender romance.

"And what sort of book might that be?" Lazard asked, testing.

"Just a little learning material," answered Zack, still grinning. He resumed kissing Lazard's throat and stroking his thigh.

Lazard decided to let it go at that. He was fairly sure his guess was right and Zack had picked up some kind of erotic instruction manual while he was away. It was somewhat flattering, really. The brunet cared enough about pleasing him to educate himself further and that was a rare thing for Zack's age demographic. The Soldier's hand slowly cupped Lazard's tented crotch and began to massage it gently, efficiently scattering his thoughts.

He allowed the fondling to go on. Zack had been very patient, given the circumstances. Lazard really didn't think he could have done any better in choosing a lover, even if he'd gone with an older, more experienced male. Lazard's breath quickened with pleasure as the younger man's touch grew bolder. He turned his head to allow better access to his throat and he ran his hands over the broad shoulders before stroking the hard chest. He began to unbutton Zack's shirt, forcing himself to take his time.

"You've got a fantastic chest," Lazard complimented as he bared the smooth, toned pectorals.

He toyed with Zack's identity tags for a moment before sliding his hands over his chest. Zack made a low sound of delight in his throat and Lazard brushed his thumbs over his nipples, fondling them to an erect state. He smirked in satisfaction when the brunet gasped softly, his warm breath tickling his neck. Mako treatments seemed to sensitize the body; particularly erotic zones. He'd figured that out early in his seduction of the young man and he again admired Zack's demonstration of self-control.

Lazard glanced down and the sight of that impressive bulge between Zack's thighs proved too much of a temptation for him. He kept teasing his nipples one at a time with the fingers of one hand while trailing the fingers of the other down his abdomen. He traced Zack's belly-button, finding the dimpled navel oddly attractive. His concentration was momentarily compromised as Zack's hand gripped his hardened length through his trousers and stroked firmly upwards. He grunted softly and took a deep breath, determined not to turn into a whimpering uke.

He brushed his fingers over the fine dark treasure trail of hair that started below Zack's ridiculously cute belly button. He continued to squeeze and rub his nipples one at a time as he neared his goal. Zack's chest rose and fell more quickly as his breathing rhythm deepened and sped up. Lazard worked the buckle of Zack's belt open and slipped the leather through it before popping open the button at the top of his jeans. The brunet stopped kissing and sucking his neck to kiss him on the mouth again and this time, Lazard couldn't hold back a tenuous moan.

Lazard dragged the zipper of Zack's fly down and deftly parted the material. He wasn't surprised to feel the moist tip of the brunet's erection peeking out of the top of his underwear when he reached in to feel him up. He gently stroked it, sliding his fingertip over the tender slit of the urethra opening. More fluid leaked out and the organ flexed in response to the stimulation. Zack squirmed restlessly and squeezed Lazard's groin, almost hard enough to hurt.

"L-Lazard," Zack gasped pleadingly.

Lazard kept rubbing the flushed tip of his Soldier's cock, enjoying the way he trembled and groaned. "I think perhaps it's time to move this into the bedroom, now."

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"Zackary, are you all right?"

Zack paused in his breathing exercise and blushed. It didn't occur to him that Lazard would notice his carefully controlled respiration. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just trying to cool down, you know?"

Lazard smiled quietly and slipped Zack's shirt over his shoulders. "I see. It's a valid technique. Shall I slow down?" The shirt fell to the floor in a whisper, to lay beside their discarded shoes and socks.

Zack looked at those aristocratic features, taking in the sensitive lips, high cheekbones and opaque gray eyes. He wanted to hear moans from that mouth, wanted to hear Lazard cry his name. He shook his head, reigning in his desire firmly. "No. I don't want to go slower."

His voice sounded rougher than he intended it to but he couldn't control absolutely every reaction to his passion. He kissed Lazard again and urged him toward the bed, guiding the slimmer man backwards. Lazard didn't resist—in fact, he seemed to take delight in Zack's assertive behavior. He combed his fingers through Zack's thick hair and returned the caress of his tongue. When they reached the bed, Zack was tempted to push the blond down onto it but he refrained from being rough. He coaxed Lazard to sit on the satin-covered mattress and he eased him onto his back, helping him settle into a comfortable, reclined position before covering his body with his own. He pinched Lazard's glasses between his thumb and index fingers and he pulled them off carefully, setting them on the nightstand next to a box of sterile wipes.

Zack knew he was making the right moves when the director's breath quickened with arousal. He finished unbuttoning Lazard's blazer and shirt and he parted the material to expose his torso. His heart was beating heavily as little by little, their clothes fell to the floor. Zack began to feel anxious when he and the blond were undressed to their underwear. He was about to have sex with a man for the first time and he couldn't help but worry about his performance. He started using his breathing exercises again and he felt Lazard's mouth smile against his.

~You think it's funny now but wait until we get started, pal.~

Zack wished he felt as confident as he sounded in his head. Having a tantric orgasm while masturbating in private wasn't the same as having one while engaged in intercourse with someone else. He just hoped he could last for Lazard, even if he didn't manage to pull off the technique. The blond's hand slipped into his underwear and gripped his swollen erection, making Zack's breath catch. He deepened the kiss and reciprocated the touch, sliding his hand up and down the length of Lazard's cock until the blond huskily murmured for him to stop.

Zack reluctantly complied and he stared at the other man as Lazard opened the drawer on his nightstand and produced a condom and a few packets of lube. He set the items on the bed and then pulled his underwear off, baring his body completely. Zack's eyes swept over his lithe nudity and he swallowed as Lazard motioned for him to come closer. Their mouths met in a heated kiss as Lazard dragged Zack's underwear off and tossed it aside.

To Zack's horror, he began to tremble as Lazard pulled him on top of him again. Even worse, the director noticed and he combed his fingers through his hair and murmured: "It's okay to be nervous. Don't rush yourself and try to relax."

"Sorry," Zack apologized breathlessly. "I just want to do this right."

"And that's precisely why I chose you."

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Zack seemed uncertain about fingering Lazard at first, but the director eased him into it with patient encouragement and let him explore a bit on his own to get a feel for it. When the young man's fingers grazed his prostate, Lazard purred in pleasure and Zack paused and blinked at him.

"Was that what I think it was?" Being in the military, he was accustomed to having complete physicals and prostate examinations were included in that.

"Yes," Lazard confirmed.

"Did that hurt or feel good?"

Lazard smiled crookedly. "It felt very good and it's quite an important spot to pay attention to."

"Huh...cool." Zack experimentally pressed against it again and looked down at Lazard curiously. He grinned when the blond groaned softly and shifted his hips with encouragement. "I've heard some things but I wasn't sure they were true, until now."

Zack was difficult to keep up with. He went from nervous to excited to confident within seconds and Lazard wasn't sure what to expect from him next. The Soldier began to thrust his fingers carefully inside of him, making sure to pet the gland each time he pushed in. Lazard's cock twitched and he moaned low in his throat as Zack's touch increased in skill as he grew more confident. Lazard was quite certain that the young man would make a fantastic lover, with only a little more training.

Lazard encouraged Zack to add a third finger once he felt the tightness ease up and he groaned when he obeyed. Zack paused and Lazard urged him breathlessly to keep going. The Soldier did as instructed, but he did so with care that Lazard thought virgin receivers would appreciate in the future. Zack's kisses were growing more heated and he unconsciously rubbed his arousal against Lazard's thigh as he thrust his fingers rhythmically inside of him. Lazard felt his pleasure rising to warning heights and he breathlessly urged Zack to stop. He wanted to come when the Soldier's cock was inside of him, not before.

Zack reluctantly withdrew his fingers and Lazard reached for the wipes he had set on the nightstand, offering one to him. While the brunet wiped off his fingers, Lazard opened the condom packet and carefully rolled it onto Zack's swollen shaft. He was glad that he had thought to get a size up from standard, otherwise he would have to make an emergency run to a pharmacy or go without protection. The rubber was snug around Zack's thick girth and Lazard paused to ask him if it was causing discomfort.

"It's a little tight but it isn't bad," Zack assured him.

He was breathing in that odd rhythm again and his dick pulsed a little as Lazard finished sliding the condom onto it. He found it curious and intriguing and he wondered what kind of surprise Zack might have in store for him. Lazard broke open another lube packet and he kissed Zack as he slicked up his erection. Zack groaned into the kiss and instinctively humped the director's gripping hand, unconsciously pushing Lazard onto his back. Patience was wearing thin for both of them.

Lazard almost decided to do it missionary style for their first time, guessing that Zack might be more familiar with the position. However, he enjoyed spooning and he wanted his companion to learn that right away. He gently pushed at Zack's shoulder with one hand as he released his cock and reached for one of the wipes with the other.

"Just a little longer, Zack."

Zack nodded and took a deep, shuddering breath. Lazard felt a moment of amused pity for him when he noted the strained look on his face. He could relate. He finished wiping the residue of gel off his hand and then he rolled on his side, facing away from his companion. Looking over his shoulder at Zack, he reached back and caught his hand, pulling it over his waist. Zack seemed to catch on to what he wanted and he obligingly scooted closer, embracing him from behind.

"Have you ever tried this position before?" Lazard murmured. His eyes went unfocused as Zack's talented lips caressed his neck.

"Mm-hmm, a couple of times," Zack answered. He caught Lazard's earlobe between his teeth and gently tugged, his tongue flicking against the stud in it.

Lazard shivered with delight. He felt Zack's impressive, lube-slick length slide teasingly against the crevice between his cheeks and he suppressed a moan of need. Ordinarily, the size didn't matter as much as how a partner used it but Lazard had to admit there was something about a well-endowed man rubbing against him that made him breathless—particularly a man as handsome as Zack Fair. He was hard-pressed not to demand that Zack enter him right away. As eager as the Soldier was, Lazard was impressed that he didn't try immediately. Instead, one of those powerful, battle-roughened hands began to stroke and caress his body while the lips, teeth and tongue worked over his neck, shoulder and ear.

"Zack," Lazard sighed huskily when his companion's hand slid down his abdomen to grasp his erection.

He froze for a moment, eyes going slightly wide. Had he just spoken Zack's name like that? So full of undisciplined need and submission? Soon he would be whimpering like a twit, if he wasn't more careful. It didn't help matters when the smooth, slippery tip of Zack's sheathed cock butted teasingly against his sphincter. Lazard unwittingly pushed back against it and clamped down on a greedy moan. Dear gods, he couldn't remember the last time he was this eager to be fucked by a partner. Zack's hand began to move up and down the length of his sex with steady, sure strokes while his silken lips pressed teasing, damp kisses up and down Lazard's shoulder.

It went on for perhaps another three minutes before Lazard began to pant and squirm restlessly against the Soldier's hard body. He felt the seductive mouth grin against his neck and he suffered a moment of indignant frustration. Zack was breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth in that steady rhythm. Lazard suspected the exercise was the only thing holding the young man back. As for himself, the blond was getting alarmingly close to orgasm again.

"What are you waiting for, Zackary?" Lazard asked the question as evenly as possible but his tension leaked through into his tone, regardless.

"I'm a Soldier and you're my boss, right?" Zack's voice was equally husky with lust but there was a teasing quality to it. "I've got to wait for permission before I deploy."

Lazard struggled with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

~Why you smug little...~

Zack bumped his arousal against Lazard's entrance again, pressing the tip partially into the ring of muscle and making Lazard shiver.

"So do I have a go, sir?" The young Soldier's voice was a seductive purr.

Unable to bear further procrastination, Lazard nodded.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that."

"Fuck me, Zack," Lazard growled, his face flushing with hot desire and mortification. At least he managed not to beg like a dog in heat.

"I was hoping for something a little nicer, but I guess I've gotta do what you tell me." Zack chuckled breathlessly and relinquished his hold on Lazard's dribbling cock. He positioned himself and carefully nudged the head of his dick into the director's hole before embracing him with one arm again.

Lazard shut his eyes and drew a shaken breath as the knob of swollen flesh eased into his body. He exhaled slowly, relaxing his body as much as possible as the breath left his lungs. Zack sank in a little more, stretching him in a way that was enthralling and a little uncomfortable. Zack's breath caught a little and his lips caressed Lazard's shoulder. He held the blond a bit tighter as he drew back a little before rocking forward again. His girth slipped in past another bit of resistance and Lazard grabbed the pillow in one fist, fighting a moan.

"Hurting you?" Zack panted, pausing for a moment inside of him.

If he weren't so blasted horny, Lazard could have become helplessly endeared to him for his consideration and caution. As it was, he was impatient to feel the full length of Zack's cock wedged deeply inside of him. He shook his head and gasped a response, hardly recognizing his own voice or what he even said.

"Let me know if I do," Zack murmured. He planted a soft, gentle kiss on Lazard's sweating cheek before moving again.

Once more, the director was stricken by Zack's chivalry and affection. He began to turn his head to look at the Soldier, wondering how someone who could kill with his bare hands could be so tender in bed. His action was delayed by the sensation of Zack's sex driving deeper into him. Lazard's lips parted and a moan snuck past them before he could stop it. Zack didn't hesitate but he did take it a little slower. Lazard turned his head to look at his face and he saw quiet concern on the handsome features. Before he could stop himself, he reached up and sifted his fingers through the dark hair at the back of Zack's head.

"I'll tell you if you need to stop," Lazard assured him softly.

Zack gazed at him with curious, restrained vigor that was very wolf-like. "You mean it?"

"Absolutely," promised the blond. "I'm not as breakable as I might look."

Zack gave him a strained little smile and drew back slowly. His breath trembled on his lips with pleasure as he drove forward again and Lazard turned his head away and laid it on the pillow. It wouldn't do for the cocky young man to see the blatant expression of ecstasy Lazard knew was on his face. Gods, he filled him so nicely, it was almost criminal! Zack kept going until he was buried in to the hilt and Lazard had to suck in a few rapid, shallow breaths to control the urge to whine his name.

Zack began to pump, slowly and carefully. Lazard wanted so badly to join his efforts and rock against him but he knew Zack needed to get a "feel" for him, first. The Soldier's breath stirred the hair at Lazard's temple and he heard a soft groan from him. Zack kept going for a while and then he shifted against Lazard, angling for deeper penetration. Lazard's eyes shot wide for a moment when Zack's cock pushed in again and he uttered a shaken groan.

"Right there," Lazard panted urgently, shivering from the tingling throb that went through his pelvis and spine. "Hold that angle, Zack."

"There?" Zack repeated, thrusting again.

"Ohh...unh...y-yes...there!" Lazard didn't even feel ashamed of his passionate cry, it felt so damned good.

Obviously encouraged by the reaction, Zack pumped a little faster and harder. His palm stroked Lazard's tense, quivering stomach and he made a growling sound in his ear.

"You feel so fucking good," Zack informed him unsteadily.

Lazard was inclined to say the same thing of Zack. He'd forgotten to take into account that even though the young man wasn't experienced with men, he'd had plenty of females and it was clear to him now that Zack paid attention to his partners' reactions to his lovemaking. Zack kept his rhythm steady for a while, until he felt confident enough to change the pace a bit. Lazard in turn felt like he could safely reciprocate the motions without throwing Zack off-balance.

"Good," Lazard encouraged, his voice coming out ragged with lust and pleasure.

His cock was slapping against his lower abdomen as the motions between the two of them grew more pronounced. Zack planted his hand flat on the mattress in front of Lazard for support, while keeping himself levered up behind him on his other elbow. His mouth made up for the lack of touching and his breath was hot against the director's cheek.

"Wanna make you come," Zack huffed in Lazard's ear. His hand left the mattress and glided over the blond's stomach before settling on his hip. He grasped his hip firmly and sped up his thrusts, increasing the force of them as well.

"Gods, Zack!" Lazard cried unceremoniously. Evidently, men weren't that much different from women when it came to thrusting motions and Zack was giving more than sufficient proof of that now.

"Hard and fast, huh?" Zack grunted. "I had a feeling." He was smiling against Lazard's shoulder again, even as he gasped and grunted with pleasure.

Zack hissed through his teeth and Lazard thought the sound was an unreasonably sexy sound. He propelled his hips forward and back desperately, matching the Soldier's powerful thrusts. He reveled in wave after wave of sensation, caused by Zack's cock shoving rapidly against his prostate. Lazard's erection was twitching steadily, dribbling copious amounts of precum as his Soldier rutted against him like a wild stud in the wilderness. Of course, a wild animal could never have this level of control. It seemed that once Zack was assured he wasn't hurting him, all doubts vanished.

Just as Zack's hand slipped over his pelvis to grasp Lazard's erection, the blond came so hard that he yelled. A thick jet of semen spurted from the director's captured, bucking sex, followed by a shorter spurt and another after that. His ass clamped down tightly on Zack's thrusting cock and he vaguely heard the Soldier grunt a curse. He felt Zack's invading length pulse inside of him. Zack stroked Lazard's twitching shaft and groaned in his ear, slowing his thrusts.

Lazard's climax tapered off and he lay gasping and shaking against his companion, utterly amazed by how good the encounter went. Zack's pumping slowed further and stopped. He laid his sweating forehead on Lazard's shoulder, still gripping the director's spent cock in his hand.

"Damn, I didn't do it," Zack panted.

Through the haze of his afterglow, Lazard frowned in confusion and opened his eyes. "Oh, I beg to differ, Zackary. You most certainly did 'do it'—and I don't give praise easily."

Zack barked a breathless laugh and lifted his head. "Thanks, but that wasn't what I meant. Uh...I'll just show you another time...maybe in the morning. Guess I just need more practice."

Lazard puzzled over this. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a peculiar man, Zackary?"

He felt those sinful lips press against his cheek and he felt the grin on them. "I get that a lot." Zack's voice was winded. He gently eased his softening member out of Lazard's body and got out of bed. "Be right back, I'm going to flush this condom and clean up a little."

Lazard watched him go, admiring his tight, pale ass as he exited the bedroom. He sighed and rolled onto his back, wincing a bit at the soreness. Zackary Fair operated on a sense of logic he just couldn't comprehend.

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-To be continued