"Confetti" and the over-all plot of "Confetti" is copyright Orin Drake 2008. All characters contained within are owned forever and ever by Square-Enix and the Final Fantasy name.

Background: A happy surprise for some. grin Based around a joke and a sudden, unexplained desire to write something about New Year's Day.

Confetti
by Orin Drake

While it was "nice" for the Second to have invited himself over with as assortment of booze to celebrate the coming of the new year, Angeal could only ignore so many warning signs. "Alright, that's enough. I won't have you ringing in the new year drunk out of your mind."

Zack made grabby hands even as the glass was taken away, making a sound somewhere between a grunt and a whine. "But Angeal..."

"I know, you're a SOLDIER. And you hang out with Turks. But that's Midgar firewater. You don't want that in your system." The First Class was absolutely firm about his point--even when he tipped the glass back and consumed the rest for himself. "You're tipsy enough as it is..."

"Am'ot tipshy." Zack tried to yell... then giggled. "I'm happy."

Angeal sighed, getting up to place the glass and the remainder of the bottle far out of reach. Walking back to stand in front of his student, he made an attempted to assess the situation. He couldn't trust Fair to walk back to his quarters, and he damn well wasn't going to escort the kid back just to leave him alone. Well, he had a nice couch. "Great. You can be happy here for the night."

Those bright blue eyes lit up with a mild purple glow. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, I mean it." It was instantaneous--and he paused. His entire being paused. There was a... pressure. A hand. Grasping him. Grasping the bulge in his pants. "Fair..."

"Mm-hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"'M bein' happy." Zack answered easily, hand squeezing and massaging. "Wanna make y'happy too."

Alright. How to handle this situation... "That's really not necessary..."

The words weren't stopping Zack from stroking through the pants. Careful, purposeful; he could already feel the effect he was having, and that was enough for him. "I don' mind."

That was the problem. "You're drunk." Angeal tried to reason. "Not able to make decisions. Not that you were all that able in the first place..."

"Hey!" A spectacularly sober-sounding word cut through. "I know wha'm doing." The Second muttered, taking a bit longer to figure out how to drop his instructor's pants than he should have.

He shouldn't just be standing there. Not with a drunken minor, not with a clear erection, not with said drunken minor's hand around him and edging forward--oh Gods, he wasn't going to--

Zack was unable to show his appreciation in all of the ways he'd have liked, but that one... that was fine. Taking as much of that impressive cock into his mouth as he comfortably could, he hummed with approval. Angeal tasted exactly as he'd hoped; a mix of musk and bitter salt, undertones of soap and mako clear as his tongue swirled around the head.

There was an all too thin sound in the back of the First's throat. He really ought to have pushed the boy away, to apologize and go straight to his bedroom, locked the door-- Oh, Gods. Again. His first thought was jerking off to just this fantasy...

Pulling back to chuckle, Zack's eyes were bright and nowhere near as drunk as his words sounded. "Wha'sa matter? You want som'thin' else?"

No. No, absolutely not. He did not want this, let alone--"Yeah." And there it was proven that even a SOLDIER's mind could be rendered useless with the right smile and a damn good promise of what was to come.

The Second's smile was all too quick to turn into a grin. He'd been planning to get Angeal drunk, but seeing as how that didn't happen and he was feeling oddly sober... well, he wasn't about to let that ruin his plans. "I want that big, perfect cock inside of me. Is that alright with you?"

No answer. There was no answer he could give. Well... what better way to start off a new year? Shaking his head to himself as he stepped out of his pants, Angeal merely walked over to the corner table, pulling the drawer open to get to the small tube hidden in the back. If that didn't scare the youth away...

Zack was hardly scared. He was already pulling his shirt over his head, trying to figure out a way to do that and unbutton his pants at the same time. The visual effect was amusing if nothing else, but the attempt alone took him quite a bit of extra time to extract either article of clothing.

Angeal watched with a grin as his student thrashed around. Yep, drunk alright. Only a First could really handle all of the alcohol that Midgar had to offer... though he had to admit as he removed his own shirt, and only to himself, he was also feeling a bit of the lingering buzz wash over him. So long as he took his time, let Zack always have the option of backing out...

But that was not to be. The moment the clothes were thrown off (and once again showing that underwear would only have been a hindrance), the Second was on his knees and elbows on the couch. Moaning. Mewling. "Aaaaangeal, come on. It's almost midnight."

The First blinked, looking at the ever so slightly blurry clock. Yes, the boy had more than likely planned this. He just wasn't entirely able to care. Climbing behind the younger SOLDIER, he traced that presented entrance with a fingertip, feeling his cock jump when the muscles tightened instantly... then attempted to relax for him. Gel poured liberally over his fingers, he began in earnest.

When the first confident finger began to slide inside of him, Zack knew immediately that his plan had worked and he was likely to get more than he'd planned. That thought made him spread his legs wider, encouraging a second finger with a begging moan. By the time the third finger made its way inside, he was already pushing back against them, using pleading words beneath short breaths. "Please, Angeal, Gods, fuck, yes, fuck me, come inside me..."

He needed no further invitation. The rest of the lube transfered to his hand, he slicked his cock and grasped onto the Second's hips, lining up. "Happy New Year, Zack." Angeal hadn't planned to allow time to respond, pushing inside with a single, smooth motion that did not slow or stop until his hips made solid contact with that soft, supple ass.

Audible, hard and heavy gasping met that action, Zack's fists clenched around the couch cushion in front of him as he realized that the grasp in his hips was too tight to allow him to move. Groaning, he squeezed down on the invading cock and only encouraged more.

Angeal's moan answered him, too far gone to hold back. The first few thrusts were careful, slow, pulling far back, pushing all the way inside, taking a breath between. After that, all control was lost; one hand remained on that perfectly padded but muscular hip, the other reached beneath to grasp the Second's cock and stroke in time with his actions.

They were an embarrassment to SOLDIER, at best. With Angeal's thrusts and Zack's wild bucking into both sources of enormous pleasure, the addition of alcohol only spurred loud sounds of pleasure and uncontrollable motion. Zack was first by only seconds, squeezing hard as he cried out, making Angeal's breath hitch as he followed suit and came hard into that sinfully hot body.

They'd collapsed just a bit on the couch. Or a little more than just a bit, but it was a comfortable sort of collapse. Cracking his eyes open, Angeal took another glance at the clock, not quite as blurry as it had been. 12:01 AM.

Zack was looking at the same thing. When he finally spoke up, however, it was a different subject entirely. "So y'are a little drunk."

"And you're a little too sober." Angeal accused, making no effort to move.

That only got a chuckle from the Second, glad to have the heat and weight of his instructor. Of course... With a rather large grin, the Second reached down to the floor where his clothing was piled, then dug into his pants pocket. Before Angeal had the chance to ask him what he was doing, Zack threw the handful of confetti into the air. To celebrate.