A/N:

This can be read alone but for all technicalities, sakes and purposes, it is a companion to 'Fourth Time's the Charm'.

Also, the reason I split this up into three parts is because I wrote a lemon and stuck it in the middle. So, if you don't like, don't read Part Two. The story should make sense without you having to do so. And I'll say right here and now: This is likely as graphic as the sex scenes will ever get. I'm not a hardcore smut writer nor do I want to get in trouble with the site. Okay? 'Kay. Enjoy!

I appreciate all feedback! Please review.

Words: 886

Rating(chapter): T

Warnings: For his chapter, none really, unless you count two boys kissing a need for a warning.

Disclaimer: To quote another writer,"There are not my characters; I'm just abusing them."

Broken Wings

By Catsitta

Part one: A single kiss

It all started with a kiss. His life went to hell in a hand basket the moment he brushed his lips against that of his superior officer's. A mistake. An action brought upon by impulse. But as he drew away, he knew that there was no turning back. Those mako-green eyes gleamed with desire. It was wrong of him to do this to Angeal, but the man was being frustratingly slow when it came to their relationship. When he left on a mission, it was so easy to slip away from their apartment unnoticed and track down someone who was more…willing.

Sephiroth did not attempt to hide his interest in Zack over the years. The proud, silver General rarely spoke to him, but those eyes said volumes. The raven-haired Second knew that all he had to do was take the first step…make the first move, and he could have what he wanted. But that did not mean he felt any less dirty for betraying Angeal like this. His mentor was not only his best friend, but also his lover… His lover whom refused to go past 'second base'.

Zack was a hormonal teenager with mako in his blood. His sexual impulses were beyond ravenous. All the frustration he felt was poured into a single action…this moment…this kiss. He found Sephiroth in his office, pouring over paperwork as he always did, a cup of coffee resting at the corner of his desk. Those strange, green eyes flicked up when he entered the room. After that, it was merely dominoes falling into place.

The Second smiled and the General quirked a brow. Zack came closer and Sephiroth leaned back. Neither said a word as the raven-haired SOLDIER slowly made his way to the General's side, but no doubt the silver-haired man could see the nervousness in his aquamarine eyes. Sephiroth tilted his head before rising from where he sat, obviously curious and then…well, and then Zack reached up and touched that beautiful face.

Fine-boned features, a narrow nose, a perfectly shaped mouth, tilted eyes, curved brows, and pale, flawless skin. Sephiroth was the epitome of perfection. So it was no hard task threading his fingers in those long, silky locks and gently touching their lips together.

True, he felt guilty for even kissing the man. Angeal was so patient and understanding, holding him close when he needed to be held and never judging his foolishness too harshly. But the way he felt kissing the silver god that stood before him, it was enough to overwhelm the guilt, burn it away until he was left with only sensation. Breathless, he could do nothing more than stare stupidly as Sephiroth watched him with a predatory gaze.

"Curious…" The silver-haired warrior murmured before touching Zack's face as one might an interesting object. Then, he glanced away, and the Second released Sephiroth's hair with horror written on his features. What had he just done? Surely, this was going to get him kicked out of SOLDIER. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Maybe if he begged… "Tell me, Fair, what of you and Commander Hewley?"

"I-I…we… He's my mentor." An embarrassed flush overtook Zack's face.

A small laugh rumbled in the silver General's chest,"I am aware. My question was directed at your relationship. You and he are…dating, are you not?" He folded his arms behind his back, those mako eyes returning to look at him, their depths still gleaming.

"Yeah, w-we are."

"Then it is curious why you would approach me in such a manner…especially when Angeal is away on a mission." Sephiroth's low, baritone voice sent shivers up Zack's spine. No wonder people were constantly rambling about the man's sex appeal. Despite his anti social tendencies, occasional and at times violent mood swings, and overall intimidating behavior, the General possessed a beautiful voice and the very way he spoke was enough to melt his bones. Having the man look at him in the way he was, to touch him as well as hear him speak in that sultry tone—it made him feel as if he were drowning in his presence. "Is there something you want?"

Yes. There was something he wanted…no needed, craved, desired. If Angeal would not take him to bed and make love to him, then by Gaia he would find someone who would, and that someone could easily be Sephiroth. Even if it made him the worst, dirtiest cheater in the world, it did not matter at that moment. Grinning like a fool, Zack nodded, offering the man whatever he wanted without saying a word.

Sephiroth smirked. "Care to share what it is you want, Fair?"

Zack was breathing in short gasps and pants by now, his heart throbbing painfully in his chest with anticipation as every nerve screamed 'Yes!' Carefully, the raven-haired Second reached out and laid his palms flat against the larger man's chest. He was definitely leaner than Angeal, whom was a man built like a wall of muscle, but far from small. Sephiroth stood at least four inches taller than he, his shoulders broader, hips a hair slimmer. For one last second he was still sane enough to ask himself if it was worth it.

"You. I want you, sir." And thus, he signed the deal with the devil, sealing his fate.

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