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It was hypnotic. And that was why, Zack had concluded, that the man could lecture anyone about anything and they would tolerate it. Because even though you tried to listen and even if you attempted to keep your eyes on his, your gaze would always wander down there. Thus, even though he should have been taking mental notes about the seven forms of swordplay, Zack was staring at Angeal's crotch.

He was staring at it, at that bulge in the thick navy fabric and calculating. Trying to remember what he knew about his instructor's height and shoe size and whatnot. Working on at least a guesstimate of what could be hiding under that zipper.

He had at lest come to one conclusion - That Buster Sword definitely wasn't compensation.

Dismissed for the day, the thought of what lay between his mentor's legs would not leave the would-be First Class alone. He would have to conduct some research and he might as well start with the most authoritative source of information.

"Sephiroth, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did." It was that type of dry response that let you know that maybe, just maybe the man had a sense of humor in there somewhere.

Frowning, he continued in the face of such defense. "I have to ask you something about Angeal."

This at least got the general to look up from his paperwork. Everyone knew that he and First Class were friends which was more than most people could say about their relationship with the silver-haired man.

"...Umm...Well, it's about one of his measurements." Already he was blushing and he hadn't even said anything specifically.

Any further conversation came to a halt when that mischievous sparkle came to those green eyes. "That, you'll have to find out for yourself."

"Wait, I haven't even specified what I'm talking about." But he knew that he was fighting a loosing battle.

Smiling lightly, he replied, "Zack, everyone would know what you're talking about. We've all seen it."

"...seen it, seen it? Or seen it through the fabric?" No use beating around the bush any longer, he guessed.

The smile quickly turned into a smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Pouting, he poked the general's leather-clad arm. "That's just evil. You really should tell me."

"I'll just let you find out the way the rest of us have." And with that Sephiroth calmly got up and ushered the boy out of his office.

As he stood in that hallway, Zack quietly resolved that "Mission: What's In Angeal's Pants" was beginning right then and there.

Over the next week, he put to use all of the reconnaissance training he had received to maybe not good but definitely perverted use. Subtly trying to lean over the divider between urinals. Attempting to catch his instructor coming out of the showers. Or maybe just changing in the locker room. But at every turn, Fate was there to stop him and always, always, there was some far too convenient censorship. The worst was that damn water bottle that had to be right there.

After days of being denied his answer, Zack considered just letting it go. But every time he saw the man in those uniform pants, it only made him more determined to get the information he wanted. There were times when he contemplated breaking into the man's room with a ruler if it would stop this nagging curiosity.

Setting for some relaxation to help get his mind off of the subject, the young SOLDIER decided that a trip to the sauna would be nice. Just him and a towel and some peace and quiet.

Of course, Fate just happen to be finally shifting in his direction.

Drifting in through the sauna door with the calm of a stalking cat, Sephiroth gave him a small smile of acknowledgement before sitting across from him. "So, how goes the quest?"

"Shut up." His hair would have bristled up porcupine style if he was physically capable of it.

"So cold," it was that purr that should have tipped the younger man off, "and I'm the one trying to help you."

There was no chance for him to question the remark as the door opened again. Angeal looked between the two before waving happily. "Ah, Zack, I didn't know you would be here."

"You might want to lock the door," Sephiroth suggested as the First Class left the doorway for the benches.

Apparently, the other understood and did as told before he sat between his comrades. There were a few moments of silence before the general smiled at the recruit, "Don't you have a question for your instructor?"

Not noticing the blush at first, the eldest leaned towards his student, "Oh, what would that be?"

Nothing but embarrassed mumbles passed over his lips. Seeing his subordinate stumbling, Sephiroth gracefully interrupted, "He asked me the question earlier this week. The one everyone asks about you."

Everything fell into place in that one instant and the vet couldn't help but start laughing. "I was wondering why he was acting so squirrelly. Ah, I should get those pants let out, shouldn't I?"

"I don't know," A slight shift brought the general closer to his old friend, "I think it inspires a certain amount of respect. Don't you agree, Zack?"

If he had been tongue-tied before, the poor boy was rendered completely speechless now. One pale hand had snuck about Angeal's waist and started petting the soft terry cloth. Just watching his mentor be worked to hardness was more than enough to get completely aroused himself.

"Well, now's your chance." That husky baritone snapped him back to attention. Tapping the tip lightly, Sephiroth explained their unspoken offer.

Knowing that there could no longer be hesitation, Zack took hold of his instructor's white towel and removed it in one smooth pull. Unconsciously, his hands tightened around the cloth as his eyes grew wider. An audible gulp eloquently summed up his thoughts.

Turning towards the general, Angeal couldn't help but smirk. "Now, where I have I seen that look before?"

Smirking back, Sephiroth quelled the ego boost with a kiss. "Just because I hadn't gone through my growth spurt yet."

Moving around to Zack's side, the general gently set the boy's jaw back in place. "I think that you two should get better acquainted."

"There is no way that I c-"

"You can." Both voices cut him off as he was shoved into his mentor's arms. Taking any comfort he could at this point, he leaned into the welcoming chest as his own slip of clothing was removed.

Looking back, he caught sight of Sephiroth removing something from the pocket of his towel. He didn't even know that they made towels with pockets. But he guessed that if anyone would own one for the sole purpose of toting lube into the sauna, it would be the general.

Long, slippery fingers pushed inside him and started stretching. He trusted that his commander knew what he was doing because he was going to need all the help he could get. Panting heavily, he stared up at Angeal as if some assistance could be found. What he was received was a soothing kiss that made him relax.

"Make good use of your time." The lube was deposited in his lap and Zack understood what the general meant. Before setting about his official assignment, he leaned down and gently lapped up the drops of pre-cum. That was as far as he knew he could go. Sephiroth's lack of a gag reflex suddenly made a lot of sense.

Rough hands in his hair and quiet grunts on the air encouraged him to keep stroking and slicking the cock before him. Only the shudders from the brushes against his prostate interrupted the pacifying repetitive action.

"Think he's ready?" As eager and active as the hands were, Angeal couldn't wait any longer. Just as he was sure that those indigo eyes had been undressing him daily, he had to admit that the young man filled out the back of those same uniform pants amazingly well.

"About as ready as he'll be." Nuzzling the tan back, the general helped his subordinate turn around again. "Now, just relax and breathe."

Holding him lightly, Angeal amended, "And if you can't do that, I'll make Seph kiss you into submission."

"Oh like he-" Demanding lips captured his and an even more forceful tongue pushed into his mouth. As his attempt at dueling led to nothing but full-on ravishment, Zack deferred to the previous statement. Moaning in stride, he found that it did help him relax as the penetration began.

Two pairs of hands pressed upon his thighs to guide him down the length with a combination of impressive strength and tempered gentleness. With the same precision he had seen in their sparring, they timed his rhythm. Once it was set, they trusted him to keep it as they moved on to other things.

Angeal's calloused fingers played over his abdomen as teeth bit into his shoulder. On the other side, the general pressed up close and positioned him to rub erections together. As if sliding between these two men and their cocks wasn't enough, one thumb strummed across his right nipple as his earlobe was nibbled into a pleasurable oblivion.

The sweat drizzled down the three well-trained bodies as the steam rose higher. There were no weak-kneed whimpers, but aching growls and groans. Fingernails dug deeper into skin as muscled pressed against muscle in a tight twining mating ball.

It was hard to tell who came first and not one of them would ever admit that it had been him. They had pride, dammit. Still though, they arched together in one sweet sticky mess and they enjoyed it that way.

Zack couldn't decide who he should've leaned towards, so he simply stayed happily sandwiched between the two heavy bodies. Over his shoulder, he heard the first coherent whispers, "I told you he would be willing."

"I'll admit, Seph, you've always had good taste in men." The soft sound of a kiss played out by his ear.

Muffled, but audible, the recruited piped up, "Don't talk about me like I'm not here."

Tilting the other's head up to meet his green eyes, Sephiroth stated clearly, "Earn your place in the conversation."

You earned everything in SOLDIER - respect, punishment, and affection. As he looked from one pair of mako eyes to the other, Zack knew that you also never took any of it for granted.



Author's Note - This is, more than likely, the very first Angeal/Sephiroth/Zack lemon ever. I guess the honor fell to me since I'm the main person who writes this threesome.