The Divine Brotherhood of the Sacred Jenova [M]

Yazoo sighed softly, how long was their dear brother going to keep them waiting? "We will present you and Loz's gift for Sephiroth when he's finished. I believe he's current interviewing someone for a job position here." His eyes flickered over to the unconscious Tseng, Loz really had done a number on him if he was still out this long. "Have you fully converted him, brother?" He asked Loz gently, not judgingly just making sure he was following orders correctly.

Genesis heaved a sigh, his fingers slowly running through Yazoo's long silver hair. "Well let's just hope that he isn't going to take much longer, after all then I can get to the fun stuff. I hope he's having fun with his new boy toy." He smirked, he knew Sephiroth well enough to know just exactly what it was that he was doing.

Yes, the boy was completely trapped, and he did not intend to ever let him escape. This was the way Mother's love was. "Tell me Zack, will you allow me to gather the equipment to make this easier, or shall we just use this?"

The wet finger drew back and stroked over Zack's bottom lip. His lips moved down the body, easing across his chest as he brought one nipple between his lips. He gently nipped at it, a smirk escaped as he drew back. "This is your choice."

Zack sucked in a breath.
Equipment?
He had no idea what could possibly make this feel any better than it already did.
But curiosity got to him. He nodded his head slowly. Part not wanting the pope to wander to far.

"You can get what you need."

Regardless that mouth tormenting him, he would want right back within a few seconds.
His body was burning for it.

Sephiroth pulled away just long enough to return to his desk and pull open a bottom drawer. Inside he grasped the tube and returned to Zack, smearing the gel across his fingers before returning to Zack's side. One arm went around him and circled the tight muscles before slowly edging into his body. His finger rubbed against the muscles, spreading the gel across them and then a second slowly edged in.

He pressed against his body and slowly nipped at Zack's neck. Soon, soon Mother would have this one as well.

The sensation hit him and it hit hard when he felt the finger penetrate where no man had gone before.
His back arched and his hips rocked forward as he gasped.
That mouth tormenting his neck.
When he felt the second finger, his arm snaked round Sephiroth's waist.
His fingertips touching the ends of the pope's long silver hair.
A man like this, should have been illegal in his mind.
Gasping he rocked against Sephiroth's hips.
More it was the only thing his body screamed at him.

Sephiroth could feel the way the tight muscles were wrapped around his fingers, they moved further into Zack's body and spread apart as he drew them back again. Each thrust was steady, stretching him wider. The third finger edged in slowly, the movements continuing. "I promise you that nothing will ever feel the same after this," Sephiroth whispered against Zack's ear.

The three fingers stretched slightly, working the muscles further apart.

Soon, soon he would become Mother's and that was all that mattered.

"A-ah..." Zack could only gasp against the motion of the fingers.
His body rocked with the need for it. He was beyond saving his dignity now.
Zack was well aware he was being drawn in to this need.
He didn't want to fight it. Like he was drawn into something more.

His hips dropped. Pushing fingers deeper into his heat.
Zack's breath dropping into soft pants of need.
He could only hang on and bury his head into Sephiroth's shoulder.
He could definitely believe it, nothing else would ever compare to this.

Sephiroth could tell by the sounds alone that the other made that he would be ready very soon to accept Mother's love. A smirk appeared as he pressed a short kiss to Zack's lips and then pulled back slightly, removing his fingers despite the way Zack seemed to try to force them deeper in. Soon, very soon, he would offer something so much better than his fingers.

He drew back and reached down for the lube again, squeezing some into his palm and then he stepped back towards Zack, his mouth starting at his ear and easing slowly down as he stroked himself, spreading it over his cock.

"Turn around," Sephiroth drew back, his gaze locked on the other, taking in the way he looked. Soon those lips would be praising Mother, but first he would rip the cries from them.

Zack was lost for the moment. His mind in a daze.
Sephiroth's torturing hands and lips seemed to burn him to the core.

When he was allowed a moment's reprieve, he lent against the wall to catch his breath.
His mind was slowly returning to it's 'what the fuck are you doing state?'
But before he could even comprehend the message, he felt those lips, on his ear.
Sephiroth's mouth trailing down again, Zack became lost to him again.

The order to turn around came and Zack only reacted by following.
It felt natural to be listening to this man's orders.
Confusing him for a moment, he barely listened to his own friends warnings.

As soon as Zack was against the wall he pressed his body against Zack's. He slowly pressed into Zack's body, the tip pressing in slowly. His hand wandered over his body as he pressed his lips slowly against Zack's neck. He dropped one hand and slowly stroked his length, each stroke slow, deliberate. The kisses continued to press against his neck before moving down his shoulder.

He inched further into his body, moving further with each passing moment.

"You're so tight. Amazing," he whispered against Zack's ear. He would claim him, for Mother, and then he would have him for his own. Slowly he moved in deeper, continuing his strokes.

Sandwiched between the cool wall and the warm body, the temperature contrast caused a soft gasp to pass his lips.
That gasp turned to a startled cry as he felt the arousal penetrate his body.
But then it moved to a soft moan as talented fingers began to quickly move up and down his length.
Zack's hips began to rock between the duel onslaught on his body. He had no control over his body anymore.
It reacted on purely driven lust and need for more.

Sephiroth slowly sunk in the rest of the way, the strokes continuing as he felt the tight warmth around him. The lips continued to moved over the shoulder as his hand moved, his thumb stroking the tip softly before he pulled back slightly before thrusting back into Zack's body. The pace became steady as his thumb slid across the slit and then moved back down Zack's cock.

The movements continued, deliberate, he would not push the young man further, not until he was prepared for it. But once he was he would lay complete claim to him. And with his claim was Mother's.

The movements grew faster, the warmth and tight embrace around him tempting him, driving him to move faster. Lips parted as a breath escaped.

Zack could only lean back against the warmth, his mouth open, the soft pants passing his lips.
He wanted to cry out at this sensation, but he couldn't, he was choking on the sensation.
His body feeling consumed, his hips rocking with the movements.

That hand stroked his need and he could only tremble uncontrollably.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." His body was screaming at him as he continually cursed.
That all consuming sensation began to grow.

One arm hooking behind the back of Sephiroth's neck, the other palm down against the wall.
His body was in a state, he could feel that this man knew his body better than he did.
Like he was able to see in his head and pull the correct strings controlling his body's movements.

The movements continued, thrusting into Zack's body as his hand slightly tightened around his cock. A gasp escaped through slightly parted lips, as he felt the tight muscles around him. It drove him to bury himself in that body again and again. This body, he would claim it for Mother, but this would most certainly not be the last time. He would have this body again if he had his way.

Sephiroth moved deep into him all over again, driving harder into him with each passing moment.

The hand moved slowly, inching up and down again.

With the motions of Sephiroth and Zack's body not quite used to this kind of 'love' he couldn't help but let out asoft cry.
All consuming, demanding for his body to react. The build up and need to release becoming a soft ache.
His body trembled and his arm hooked on tighter round the back of Sephiroth's neck.
Hips moved with the motions, skin slapping against skin. That hand driving his need for release on faster.
Back arching as he couldn't hold in his voice. He just couldn't take this without letting out some noise.
"Ah! Harder damnit it."
His body was close to release and it needed to feel pain from it, to know this was real.
It was like something else reacted and spoke through his body's desperation.

At the request Sephiroth slammed into the body harder, the movements of his hand continuing as he pushed into him fast and deep. He pressed close, the snap of hips and the sound of the skin coming together as he slammed into the body as hard as he dared. Lightly he ran his lips across the edge of Zack's ear, eager to hear more of the cries.

It was only though Mother's power that this could be given, and he would grant it upon Zack. He would make sure he understood it. Sephiroth drove harder into his body, the pleasure building inside his body, muscles twisting as he felt it approach, the moment of euphoria.

That pressure of Sephiroth's hips, the pope's heat hitting Zack's very core.
Then there was that tormenting hand. It was working him up so hard.
Everything became fuzzy as he felt the build up snap when the mouth touched his ear.

Muscles in his abdomen contracted suddenly.
The twitches of his body as it was unable to stay still.
He couldn't hold back when he cried out as his release bombarded his very senses.
It had been so long since he had felt pleasure in the pain this man gave him.
His breath shuddering, gasping, panting for air before he was swallowed whole.

Sephiroth felt the release flood over his hand and he continued his thrusts, driving harder into his body. The muscles clenched and a cry was released from slightly parted lips. The movements continued as the cries escaping as his release took over. It became instinct, thrusting repeatedly into Zack's body as he rode out his release. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the back of Zack's neck before pulling back with a final thrust, a cry escaping.

Sephiroth's back arched and he panted lightly before pulling away from Zack. Removing his hand from the cock he brought it up and his tongue lightly traced across a part of it, licking away a portion of the release from his hand.

Zack looked over his shoulder in time to see Sephiroth licking part of his hand.
He felt his face heat up and he turned away looking to his hand on the wall.
This had been unexpected especially for a job interview.
He felt different though. Like something told him he now had to stay.

Blinking he turned round and lent against the wall watching the pope.
He couldn't say anything just take in the man's form and milk it with his eyes.
Glancing up to Sephiroth's face, beauty that seemed to torment him.
He guessed from these actions that he got the job.

"So when are you ready to begin?" Sephiroth asked as he drew back away from him. He pulled back and dressed before turning towards Zack in order to await his answer. Mother's love had already been shown, and now all that was left was to make sure the other was trapped, consumed by her love so that the quest towards the promised land could continue.

Sephiroth leaned back and his gaze lingered over him.

Zack watched Sephiroth as he changed and he pulled his own clothes on thinking about the question.
"I, um... Whenever really." He walked to the chair picking up the bag of fruit. "As soon as you need me I guess..."
His body was still shaking lightly. He pulled out a pen and wrote his mobile number down. He passed it to Sephiroth.
"Just give me a call let me know my roster and I'll work my other job round it."
He admitted that the sex of this job was going to consume him, but he still needed his other job to pay the bills.
But he really did feel something different going on here, he got the feeling that he'd be seeing more of this place than his own.

Sephiroth's gaze flickered to the number. Yes, he would indeed be contacting the young man, he would need to make sure he understood Mother's love, and they would indeed be working closely together. There would be many chances for Mother's love to strengthen and bring Zack into its unrelenting hold. "I will be in contact," he said as he stepped forward and held the door open for him.

The warmth would always be there to call any wayward children home.

As Sephiroth stepped out he glanced up. "Yazoo, I am ready to see you now," he said as he glanced towards the long haired one and Genesis. He was certain that Mother would smile upon their accomplishments.

Zack walked out of the office and he stopped seeing the other silver haired one.
It confused him for the moment as he passed by.
"Later." He remarked walking out of the building.

He didn't realize how sore his body was until he made his way down the street heading home.
Everything was in a daze and reality took over when he felt the bustle of crowds.
Confusion was the first feeling. He shook his head and let out a breath.

That had been the most interesting job interview he ever had.
Causing a strange addiction for the need to return as soon as the life of the world outside touched him.
The city had always felt foreign, but now it felt... like another planet.
"What just happened..." He whispered.

Yazoo looked up when Sephiroth spoke to him and he nodded. "Of course, Brother." He said softly and watched the raven haired one leave, eyeing him with thoughtful hungry before taking Genesis' hand in his own gently and leading him to the inner chambers.

"May I present our newest brother, Genesis." He looked to Gen. "And this is our leader and Pope of our Brotherhood. But I believe you two already know each other. He has already accepted Mother's love." He said as he took a few steps back and left Genesis for Sephiroth to inspect, letting Seph know the blood transfer had been done successfully.