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For animekittysama's entry about CC!Zack on pornandkittens. Any suggestion for the title is welcome.^^;
Title: Misinterpretation
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angeal/Zack
Notes: Zack is an adorable dork. That's all.
Angeal was aware that most people after one glance at Zack wouldn't bet one gil on his IQ being three-digited - actually, he had to admit he had doubts himself at times despite knowing better. It had taken a second glance to catch the intelligent sparkle in his purple eyes, behind the cheerfulness and the eager-to-please attitude, but he prided himself with being observant. What kind of shitty instructor would he be if he couldn't see right through his pupils? Zack was good at pulling the wool in front of other people, but Angeal had seen the steely determination of a warrior wrapped in a puppy-like package, and taken the kid under his wing. The fact that the puppy could be fucking endearing at times was a source of never-ending frustration for him.
Of course, that didn't mean he didn't make mistake, didn't - rarely - overlook things from time to time, and the point was being driven home quite spectacularly by Zack pinning him to his locker after their training and doing his damn best to kiss the breath out of him, totally out of the blue. Yeah, hadn't seen that one coming.
He broke the kiss with a grunt, trying to keep the surprise from making his eyes go wide. "Kid, what the fuck?"
Zack took a step back, a bit flushed from the kiss, but didn't remove his hands from their position on Angeal's shoulders. "I've decided," he announced, "that you've stalled enough, and it's time I make my move."
The kid actually looked outright determined for once, and that fact was scary by itself. He opened his mouth to speak, but Zack didn't let him, instead going on with his speech.
"I'm tired of dropping hints and waiting. So if you," he half-snarled, jabbing in the middle of Angeal's chest with his finger, "are not going to do something about this, then by Ramuh I will!"
Angeal just stared at him with raised eyebrows. "Zack, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the attraction between us," the boy burst out. "You keep touching me - ruffling my hair, a pat on the back, a lot of 'friendly' slaps on my ass, not to mention how you always take your sweet time in getting off me when you down me in hand-to-hand training, and, and--!" the boy threw his hands up, "you allow me to touch your precious Buster, even went so far as to use it to shield me! You even let me polish your sword afterwards!"
Listening to the rant, Angeal was finally starting to clue in on the situation. He honestly hadn't realized his platonic attentions towards his pupil had been misunderstood so badly. "…and you took that as a sign of my interest for you?"
"Well, how else was I supposed to take it? You don't let anyone touch your Baby, not even Sephiroth! I had thought that you were holding back and ignoring my hints because I was your student, but once I passed to First Class I wasn't so anymore. But I've been a First Class for over a month now, and I've had it with hoping for a knock at my door at night and getting reacquainted with my hand in the meanwhile!"
Angeal, having gotten a pretty clear idea of the picture, raised his hand, signaling the boy to be quiet. "Okay. Allow me to do a brief recap - I'm attracted to you but I hold back because of regulations while you dropped hints that my attention was welcomed?"
"Yes. You know, hints?" The boy laughed faintly, but his body language was starting to show his discomfort. "I mean, what part of my glomping you and yelling 'I love you, Angeal!' - in front of Lazard, no less - did you miss?"
Angeal shook his head, both amused and frustrated. While he could sort of see where the kid was coming from, he really didn't get how Zack couldn't have misread the situation that badly. Had he known Zack been harboring such incorrect notions in regard to their mentor-student relationship he would have… Well, actually he wasn't so sure of what he would have done. It wasn't as if the kid was bad on the eyes.
"Angeal?" The sound of his name made him turn again to look at the kid, who was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. "Say something, please? So I know whether to, y'know, get the condoms and lube from my locker or stuff myself into it and start apologizing?"
Stupid puppy. "Condoms and lube? Highly non-regulation objects to keep in your locker, soldier." He threw the boy his best instructor stare. "And I bet you have even more in your room, am I right?"
Zack looked stricken for a moment, almost miserable. "Ange- I mean, sir, I--" So fucking endearing.
"I'm requisitioning everything, and I'll be sure to drop by for a surprise inspection tonight, then," Angeal went on, with a slight smirk, leaning closer to loom on him. "Be sure I will inspect, thoroughly, every single inch to my satisfaction." The kid had caught on, apparently, because the deer caught in the headlights look was being replaced by a barely restrained leer. "And tomorrow, kid, we'll both start working on our communication skills, because they're definitely not up to par as I thought."
Title: Misinterpretation
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angeal/Zack
Notes: Zack is an adorable dork. That's all.
Angeal was aware that most people after one glance at Zack wouldn't bet one gil on his IQ being three-digited - actually, he had to admit he had doubts himself at times despite knowing better. It had taken a second glance to catch the intelligent sparkle in his purple eyes, behind the cheerfulness and the eager-to-please attitude, but he prided himself with being observant. What kind of shitty instructor would he be if he couldn't see right through his pupils? Zack was good at pulling the wool in front of other people, but Angeal had seen the steely determination of a warrior wrapped in a puppy-like package, and taken the kid under his wing. The fact that the puppy could be fucking endearing at times was a source of never-ending frustration for him.
Of course, that didn't mean he didn't make mistake, didn't - rarely - overlook things from time to time, and the point was being driven home quite spectacularly by Zack pinning him to his locker after their training and doing his damn best to kiss the breath out of him, totally out of the blue. Yeah, hadn't seen that one coming.
He broke the kiss with a grunt, trying to keep the surprise from making his eyes go wide. "Kid, what the fuck?"
Zack took a step back, a bit flushed from the kiss, but didn't remove his hands from their position on Angeal's shoulders. "I've decided," he announced, "that you've stalled enough, and it's time I make my move."
The kid actually looked outright determined for once, and that fact was scary by itself. He opened his mouth to speak, but Zack didn't let him, instead going on with his speech.
"I'm tired of dropping hints and waiting. So if you," he half-snarled, jabbing in the middle of Angeal's chest with his finger, "are not going to do something about this, then by Ramuh I will!"
Angeal just stared at him with raised eyebrows. "Zack, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the attraction between us," the boy burst out. "You keep touching me - ruffling my hair, a pat on the back, a lot of 'friendly' slaps on my ass, not to mention how you always take your sweet time in getting off me when you down me in hand-to-hand training, and, and--!" the boy threw his hands up, "you allow me to touch your precious Buster, even went so far as to use it to shield me! You even let me polish your sword afterwards!"
Listening to the rant, Angeal was finally starting to clue in on the situation. He honestly hadn't realized his platonic attentions towards his pupil had been misunderstood so badly. "…and you took that as a sign of my interest for you?"
"Well, how else was I supposed to take it? You don't let anyone touch your Baby, not even Sephiroth! I had thought that you were holding back and ignoring my hints because I was your student, but once I passed to First Class I wasn't so anymore. But I've been a First Class for over a month now, and I've had it with hoping for a knock at my door at night and getting reacquainted with my hand in the meanwhile!"
Angeal, having gotten a pretty clear idea of the picture, raised his hand, signaling the boy to be quiet. "Okay. Allow me to do a brief recap - I'm attracted to you but I hold back because of regulations while you dropped hints that my attention was welcomed?"
"Yes. You know, hints?" The boy laughed faintly, but his body language was starting to show his discomfort. "I mean, what part of my glomping you and yelling 'I love you, Angeal!' - in front of Lazard, no less - did you miss?"
Angeal shook his head, both amused and frustrated. While he could sort of see where the kid was coming from, he really didn't get how Zack couldn't have misread the situation that badly. Had he known Zack been harboring such incorrect notions in regard to their mentor-student relationship he would have… Well, actually he wasn't so sure of what he would have done. It wasn't as if the kid was bad on the eyes.
"Angeal?" The sound of his name made him turn again to look at the kid, who was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. "Say something, please? So I know whether to, y'know, get the condoms and lube from my locker or stuff myself into it and start apologizing?"
Stupid puppy. "Condoms and lube? Highly non-regulation objects to keep in your locker, soldier." He threw the boy his best instructor stare. "And I bet you have even more in your room, am I right?"
Zack looked stricken for a moment, almost miserable. "Ange- I mean, sir, I--" So fucking endearing.
"I'm requisitioning everything, and I'll be sure to drop by for a surprise inspection tonight, then," Angeal went on, with a slight smirk, leaning closer to loom on him. "Be sure I will inspect, thoroughly, every single inch to my satisfaction." The kid had caught on, apparently, because the deer caught in the headlights look was being replaced by a barely restrained leer. "And tomorrow, kid, we'll both start working on our communication skills, because they're definitely not up to par as I thought."