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Summary: Genesis gets congratulated by Sephiroth in the most unexpected way. Genesis and Sephiroth start their turbulent relationship and you should all pity poor Angeal! A Collab between Soyna and BMIK
Rating: If you have read any of BMIK's or my stuff, you know this is rated Mature in nature. That means that there will be men love (yaoi), bad language and a lot of bad attitude as well.
Genesis: Soyna

Sephiroth: BMIK

Angeal: Soyna/BMIK

The next morning Sephiroth rolled off a cold, uncomfortable body. He was sticky, soar and hung-over which summarized to him being not exactly in a good mood. On top of that he wasn't in his own apartment and he had almost overslept. Since he always got up at the same early hour of the morning he had some kind of inner alarm set that got him up no matter what.
He found his pants on the floor and put them on, ignoring the sleeping figure on the bed. Padding into the kitchen he narrowed his eyes at the blaring sun and fumbled almost blindly for the coffee machine. Whoever was unfortunate today to have an appointment with him better be wise enough to keep their mouths shut and be as little of a nuisance as they could manage.
In his room Angeal heard movement in the kitchen. He was still a little scared to get out of bed and see what it was that crawled out of the bedroom.
The night full of those ... noises, yells, creeks, screams, grunts had been way too much information for his liking. When he left the two drunks at the bar the last thing he thought was that they would find their way back to the apartment that he shared with Genesis and ... and ... do it.
There was many a moment that he had thought he should have gone in there and stop it from happening. They had been awfully loud, drunk and he thought that they hated each other. He hadn't known if Genesis was in pain or if he was enjoying it, but then he could never tell with Genesis and his mood swings.
Angeal had kept waiting for the bed to collapse under their activity and to hear those yells but the silence after the final yells disturbed him. Again he had thought numerous times of getting up and seeing if they had just killed each other in the final act or if they were in a drunken sleep, but he hadn't. He had stayed in his bed because he didn't wantto see what they had done to each other in there.
Several times he had tried to go back to sleep but every time he closed his eyes he was assaulted with images that he didn't want to think about. He cursed his vivid imagination of what they had been doing in there. Words like "harder", "lube", "dick", "slutty fuckhole", "12 inch dildo" and "nipple clamps" were way, way too much information for him.
But now there was movement in the kitchen, some faint cursing ... that wasn't Genesis.
Angeal sat up in bed and quickly got dressed in his work-out clothes. There was a faint smell of coffee brewing and he began to wonder if it was Genesis in the kitchen after all.
Angeal took a deep breath and prepared to deal with the visitor.
Sephiroth was grumpily occupying a kitchen chair after he had shut out the light by closing the blinds, making it almost pitch black in here. Luckily for him he never got headaches when he was hung-over; his sensitivity to light was bad enough though, and he was hungry. Whatever he had found in the fridge was thrown on the table now, waiting for him to feast on it after he had gulped down his second cup.
When a door opened and another streak of light blinded him the General let out a pretty loud, utterly feral growl of dislike. He didn't care who it was, he wanted to be left alone with his food and coffee (both of which weren't technically even his) in blissful darkness.
Angeal saw Sephiroth slouching in his kitchen holding a cup of coffee and moving his eyes to avoid the light that he created from opening the door.
He didn't bother closing the door behind him; it was his apartment after all. It wasn't his fault that the General had played silly drinking games all night and got plastered.
"Good Morning," Angeal said and walked forward. He knew to keep his distance from Sephiroth when he was grumpy; he had seen him this way after missions before but he didn't mind causing a little bit of suffering. He got back at them so little, this was one small thing that he could do to make up for all the hassle they caused him.
"There is nothing good about this morning," Sephiroth snarled, but he kept it down. Unless he was giving one of his lectures Angeal was one of the least annoying people that surrounded him and the General didn't really want to get him started. After finishing his coffee with one last gulp he got wordlessly up to close that door.
Angeal was preparing for what was to come as the door closed and the kitchen became dark again. He reached for his normal cup and realized that Sephiroth had already claimed it as his own.
That was his cup from home that his mother got for him. He didn't say anything about that though. Sephiroth looked comically hung over. His hair was sticking out all over the place and Angeal didn't want to know what was covering his body but he looked like he had a good night anyway.
"You had fun at the celebration last night?" Angeal asked as he grabbed one of the smaller and fragile looking cups and filled it with coffee and searching for the cream.
Sephiroth had to think about that, not something he was particularly good at right now. He was dizzy, hungry, cranky and tired.
"It was boring till the alcohol came into play. Then I got laid and since then ..." he trailed off, his morose, bag-eyed look speaking volumes anyways. Fine lines of blood pulsed up to his pupils and the ugly scent of old alcohol and cold sex clung to him like a newborn monkey to its hairy mother.
Angeal took a drink of his own coffee. It just didn't taste the same out of one of Genesis' dainty cups. "I heard," Angeal mumbled and looked at Sephiroth to see what he had to say.
"Didn't we talk about you and Genesis and having a relationship," Angeal said firmly.
"We are not having a relationship," Sephiroth snorted disdainfully, grabbing a huge piece of ham and tearing a chunk off meat out of it, chewing. "It was just a good, old fuck." A mind-blowing fuck actually. Probably the best fuck he'd had since –well- that other fuck they had. "And before you start your lecture: its fine, he is into that blond now." 'My blond,' he added in thought, listlessly.
Angeal shook his head and looked at the clock. "The blond that you both were supposed to train at six this morning? He sacrificed his chance with the blond and spent it with you. Doesn't that tell you something?" Angeal pointed out and tore a paper towel off the roll and threw it at Sephiroth.
Sephiroth stopped chewing, blankly staring at Angeal. He didn't really like quizzes, especially not when he was far from being on top of his game.
"Well ..." The chewing started again, slowly but the blank, clueless look remained. "I suppose it tells me that he was really horny last night."
Angeal refrained from rolling his eyes at the fact that the napkin fluttered to the floor, and looked towards the door.
"Or maybe, he wanted you more than the blond," Angeal said. He was glad to divert them both away from Cloud. Cloud didn't deserve to be caught in the middle of the two men and if they got together ... they would stay away from him and Zack.
"Who wouldn't," was the instant, profoundly confident reply. It still escaped Sephiroth what Angeal was trying to get at because to him this just had been sex; no strings attached. Maybe they would do it again because that had been one awesome fuck, but anything that might be going on beyond that eluded him. And it wasn't like Genesis was still having feelings for him or anything, clearly the redheaded vixen had moved on ...
Since he was tired of talking about that he inelegantly changed the topic by asking, "Did you manage to get laid last night?" with an expectantly lifted brow, taking another bite from the ham. He wished it was steak, really he did.
Angeal shook his head and drank from the pathetic tea cup. "I have more honor than to have a one night stand. And you should also realize that you think of Genesis as more than that as well."
'And here we go again.' Sephiroth occupied himself with his meat, ignoring the reproachful look he received from his friend. As if Sephiroth didn't know what he was doing, seriously? But once Angeal had gotten an idea into his head he was like a dog with a bone; he wouldn't let go of it without a bloody, violent fight and that just wasn't worth it.
"If you need a relationship to get laid then get that. I could arrange a date for you with my secretary." Then she would at least stop nagging him with questions about Angeal. It was always Angeal this and Angeal that ... hopefully the nagging would stop if they both got laid.
"Will you quit with that!" Angeal snapped. He hated when the other brought up his secretary. He didn't know where Sephiroth was getting that idea from. "Quit avoiding the damn subject and let's talk about Genesis and the fact that this is the second time that you have ... been together. When was the last time you have been with someone more than once?"
"She likes you," Sephiroth continued almost gingerly. Pissing Angeal off probably wasn't a bright idea either but it distracted him from thinking about the subject at hand. The last time he had slept twice with someone was also the first and only time. That person had interpreted a bit too much into it and it had gotten messy and his career had almost ended then. Well, now there was this second time with Genesis. But that didn't really count, it didn't mean anything. "And I am not avoiding anything. I don't have to. This is ridiculous."
Angeal put down his dainty tea cup. He ignored the comment about the secretary... Greta, Gloria... he could never remember her name. "You are. You are drawn to him. You always were and you were loudly announcing how much you ... ah... like his ass last night."
Angeal could see that Sephiroth was going to avoid the subject again and try to divert it.
"Genesis doesn't scream like that for just anyone," Angeal said and found himself blushing as he did so. He was not good at talking about sex stuff but he thought that was the way it had to go to get Sephiroth to understand that they were both in denial.
"He was drunk," Sephiroth rejected, grabbing a bottle of water, maybe a bit roughly because the last thing he needed this morning was Angeal bitching at him. "Maybe sex and love is the same thing for you but there are people who actually distinguish. Don't just force your concepts onto me like that."
"So were you," Angeal said and slammed his hand on the table. He enjoyed the wince that he got out of Sephiroth. "For someone that isn't attracted to the man, you were sure making enough noise about it. Genesis wasn't the only voice I heard through the damn thin walls."
"I was drunk," Sephiroth emphasized through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes a bit fiercely. He was losing his patience here, big time, and he didn't think he had to justify his actions before anyone but himself. "And this is where the discussion ends, I am tired of it."
Angeal could see that he wasn't getting through to him and it angered and frustrated him. They were both acting so immature about this situation. They obviously were drawn to each other, no matter how bad they were for each other.
It was obvious to everyone but them!
"Guys?" A small voice interrupted their tense moment.
Angeal looked towards Genesis' bedroom door. He could see Sephiorth look as well.
"Can someone untie me? I can't feel my arms."
Angeal closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
That was Sephiroth's cue to look very busy all of a sudden. He glanced at the kitchen clock and got up while finishing his cup of coffee and hastily reaching over to grab some food.
"I got an important appointment this morning. Thanks for the coffee."
However Angeal thwarted his escape plans by quickly reaching out and grabbing Sephiroth's shoulder to keep him from leaving. "If you think I am going to clean up your mess, you have another thing coming. You tied him up, you go untie him."
Angeal could see that Sephiroth was going to pull rank or try to weasel his way out of it. He was not going to allow that to happen.
"You will deal with Genesis and maybe you will open your damn eyes that he doesmean more to you than your normal ... toys," Angeal said. He used that word because he knew that was what Sephiroth usually called the people he dragged into his bedroom.
He didn't behave around Genesis like he did with his other toys.
He turned Sephiroth physically around and shoved him towards the door where he could hear Genesis moaning about how his arms were all tingly. "Deal with it like a man with honour."
Sephiroth didn't really have time to protest as he was shoved into the bedroom.
There Genesis was, still tied to the bed, the nipple clamps miserably dangling from his limb nubs. He was sticky too and tousled and he didn't look like he was in a particularly good mood.
Sephiroth took a long moment to savor that miserable sight; he would remember it whenever he had to deal with one of Genesis' melodramatic rants in the future.
Genesis scowled at Sephiroth standing in the door because he was taking much too long to move forward.
"You can admire me afteryou untie me," Genesis scowled and tried to move his arms but all he got was a painful tingling sensation that caused him to hiss in pain.
Being tied up wasn't fun anymore.
Of course Sephiroth could have let him hang there for longer, maybe tease and torture him a little, let him beg or at least ask properly. But he wanted this to be over ASAP, so Sephiroth just leaned over to loosen the binds and then let them fall onto the floor wordlessly.
No strings attached.
Genesis sighed in relief as the bounds were loosened. He moaned with pleasure as he tried to bring his arms down to his side but they wouldn't move, as he had been stuck in that position for so long. And every movement stung a bit.
Not only was his ass sore, but his nipples were throbbing on top of that and he wanted the nipple clamps off.
"Help me out here," Genesis said as he tried to move again and only succeeded in making the tingling worse. "I can't feel my arms."
"I'm busy," Sephiroth replied somewhat waspishly but still he bent over the bed and pulled the nipple clamps up none too gently. He also grabbed Genesis by the shoulders to sit him up, thinking that he was done now. What more was he supposed to do and besides, he wasn't obliged to.
Genesis gave out a small cry and reached out with his numb tingling arms and wrapped them around him. He had wanted to touch him all night and now he was able to. He was feeling cold and he shivered against Sephiroth's welcome warmth and chose to ignore his words.
He could feel that Sephiroth was going to pull away from him again, but he wasn't going to allow it. "Help me have a shower? Once I get the blood flow back in my arms, I will make it worth your while."
The General had stiffened when he found Genesis' arms possessively clinging to him all of a sudden. He felt mightily out of place and ready to push Genesis away to flee the scene until the point where Genesis talked about making it 'worth his while'. This morning had been shitty, Sephiroth had missed the date with the blond already and he desperately needed a shower anyways. Besides, this was also a good chance for some payback at Angeal who had trapped him here. Mother hen that he was he would be fretting for weeks.
"Sure. Where's the bathroom?"
Genesis rolled his shoulders at the ache that was there. He would have to remember next time to make sure he could get out of it before he allowed himself to be trussed up like that, but it was most certainly a very pleasant feeling to lose control like that.
For a little bit, anyway.
Now he just had to get Sephiroth to stay.
"Just off the kitchen," Genesis said and hummed as Sephiroth's arms wrapped around his waist to help him stand. He was going to make sure he touched as much of the General as possible before they got in the shower.
Sephiroth threw Angeal only a brief, challenging look when they made their way through the dark kitchen towards the bathroom. Then he sat Genesis on the rim of the bath tub and closed the door behind them. Luckily there wasn't only a big ugly ceiling light but a dull one beside the sink too. That would be much easier on their blood shot eyes.
"You look like shit," the General commented, as he turned on the water, experimenting a bit with the warmth until it was to his satisfaction. There was also a shower curtain but he doubted that Genesis would be able to stand long enough for that.
"So do you," Genesis said as he examined Sephiroth. He looked great even with a hangover. There was no way that the man could look awful.
He slowly rubbed his arms. His fingers till felt numb but the feeling was starting to return. He watched in amazement as Sephiroth actually was taking care of him.
It made him smile.
Meanwhile Sephiroth threw a glance at the mirror, silently affirming Genesis' statement. He looked like shit indeed; he was even paler than usual with shadows under his eyes, not to mention that his hair was a mess (no, it wasn't all shiny and naturally smooth and yes, he did have to take care of it) and that he was sticky with sweat and dried cum. At least he was about to have a bath and luckily no one expected him to show up at work; it was a tradition that really no one was supposed to show up at the office after a First Class promotion party.
His mentioning to Angeal about the meeting earlier was a lie … he just wanted an excuse to leave and now was stuck with taking care of a surly redhead.
"Get in the tub," he ordered, opening his pants and letting them pool around his feet on the cold tiles.
Genesis sighed and reached up, grabbing a hold of Sephiroth's arm and using him to lean against as he positioned himself to get in the tub. It was big enough for two and Sephiroth was in need of a wash as well.
"I should have told you about the bubble bath. A bubble bath would feel so nice right now," Genesis said and then groaned as he started to enter the water. "I have some vanilla that you would like."
Bubble bath...?
Sephiroth's eye twitched. All right, he might do a few things to get a fuck but there were limits.
And bubble baths definitely crossed the line.
"Too bad," he wryly commented, stepping into the warm water as well. The loud sounds of more water rushing into the tub kept the conversation to a minimum for a moment, but the General didn't mind. As he sat down he could practically feel his stiff, soar muscles relax and soften. Leaning back a bit he assessed the assortment of shampoo, conditioner and soap that were lined up at the rim of the tub. Luckily vanilla bubble bath was not among them.
Lazily he closed his eyes, letting himself float in warmth and the dirt on his skin and hair soak.
Genesis leaned back in the water and pressed against the hard chest of Sephiroth. He allowed himself to relax and just breathe. The sound of the rushing water and the small rise and fall of Sephiroth's chest was very relaxing after such a wonderful, hard pounding. His arms felt a lot better now and the tingling in his fingers was nearly gone.
The water rose and he felt the silky wet tresses of Sephiroth surround him. He reached through the water and ran his fingers through the strands.
He could get used to this.
"Turn off the water," Sephiroth eventually grunted, his speech a bit slurred. The water had reached to his chin so it was probably going to spill soon if they didn't stop it. He was too lazy to move, Genesis was lying against him so he couldn't reach the tab and Genesis was closer to it anyways.
The General's thoughts drifted, starting to scatter as sleep threatened to take over his tired mind again.
Genesis blinked and realized that the water was nearly filling the tub. It was too much work to sit up, so he reached with his foot and shut off the water and then the room was remarkably quiet as he settled against Sephiroth's chest and rested his head against his shoulder.
He was grateful for the large tubs that were provided for the SOLDIER to aid in the soaking of injured and tired muscles. He kept his fingers twined in the hair.
"I'm so glad you stayed," Genesis whispered.
"Me too," the General muttered, not really listening and his brain was too soft-boiled right now to notice the implications of Genesis' words. He was simply contented that he had gotten a free meal, that his eyes weren't hurting anymore and that he got a bath; all those aspects were utterly unattached to Genesis' presence about which right now he couldn't have cared less.
Genesis hummed in response and stroked the hair that he had gathered in his fingers. He knew that he was supposed to be doing something else right now but he couldn't remember what it was and he was way too comfortable. He blinked his eyes and looked at the bottles on edge and thought about washing Sephiroth's hair but that meant that he would have to move.
He decided that he would wait until he was forced to move. He was warm, comfortable and Sephiroth wantedto be here. Why would he want to push him into moving just yet?
Genesis was going to remember this day for the rest of his life.
"Hand me the shampoo."
The order came an indefinite time later. Sephiroth could have dozed longer, but the water started to cool and the tips of his fingers got wrinkled already. Besides after he had relaxed he was starting to feel like a human being again... and there was work waiting for him. Probably. Something was nagging at the back of his mind; he felt as if he had forgotten about something.
"Shampoo," Genesis said again as he started to shift a bit in the tub. As much as he didn't want this day to end, they did have to get out of the tub eventually and Genesis didn't like being all pruney.
The bottle was handed to him and he started to work on the end of Sephiroth's hair. There was a lot of it and he was thrilled to be able to play with it. He wished the tub was a little bigger because it was awkward to turn around and he had to tell Sephiroth to turn his back to him so he could wash his hair.
"You got your own hair to wash," Sephiroth dismissed, a bit hoggishly gathering all that mass in his hands. His hair was his precious and he didn't trust anyone near it. Due to his sleepiness he hadn't bothered to tell Genesis to leave his hair alone and really, there wasn't much damage the redhead could do anyways, but shampooing the General's illustrious hair was a delicate matter that demanded skill and attention and experience and good judgment.
Whipping the shampoo out of Genesis' hand Sephiroth turned a bit (but so that he could still see what the other was doing - just in case) and squeezed the bottle, smearing large portions of the liquid first onto the top of his head, where he started to massage it in small circles with his fingertips. Then he went on further down, bit by bit soaking his hair with the soap to expertly keep the tangling to a minimum.
As he noted the strange look Genesis shot him he lifted a brow. "What?"
Genesis didn't realize he was staring at how Sephiroth handled his hair.
"Nothing," Genesis finally responded as he grabbed the bottle from Sephiroth. He was going to smell like dumb apples and he wondered what people would think if the General walked down the hall smelling like him. 'His fanclub will go nuts,' he thought.
"I always admired your hair," Genesis said. "My hair always starts to split and get dry when I let it go longer than my shoulders."
Sephiroth stopped massaging his hair and took a look at Genesis' hair, reaching out to test its consistence. The strands were wet and thus darker in color than usual, but Sephiroth was (involuntarily) expert enough to find that it was thinner and finer than his own.
"You are just fine with your hair short," he finally said, adding more shampoo to his mane. "Long hair has its disadvantages."
Genesis hummed. "I'm sure, but it looks wonderful in battle swaying behind you. It never gets in your way. Mine always gets in my eyes." Genesis could see how Sephiroth seemed to perk up when they talked about his hair. "Use my conditioner. Angeal's will dry out your hair. He uses shit."
"It does." There was no doubt about that Sephiroth looked simply breathtaking in battle with all that mass of hair tailing him fluidly and elegantly and it never failed to make a big impression on the enemy. But till he had learned to manage it and make it just sway right, it had taken ages of trial and error (turning his head at the right time before a gust of wind came on to choke him on his own hair being only one example of the suffering he had gone through).
When he was done he reached for the shower head and turned on the water again to wash all the foam away and to condition it.
"Getting blood out of it is a nuisance though ..." he said, while he read the description on the offered conditioner carefully. As he found it suitable he emptied the whole bottle into his hair, once again massaging the liquid into it.
Genesis frowned as he saw Sephiroth toss the bottle aside. That was an expensive conditioner. He didn't mind that Sephiroth was using it, but the whole bottle?
"You could have saved some for me, you know. Now I have to use Angeal's crappy stuff," Genesis said and grabbed Angeal's to show Sephiroth how crappy it was. "You're a terrible guest."
"What do you need conditioner for?" Sephiroth snorted, looking down on Genesis' hair that was plastered to his head. "It's limp and thin anyways, that stuff will do for it."
"Limp!" Genesis snorted and threw the bottle at Sephiroth. He observed that Sephiroth had a lot of conditioner in his hair and his hands. "I do not have limp hair and will not have limp hair when you are wasting my conditioner this way."
Genesis reached for Sephiroth's hair.
"Don't touch my hair!"
Water spilled over the rim as Sephiroth withdrew in a defensive position, as much as that was possible in the narrow tub. "I didn't waste your conditioner as much as it is wasted in your limpy hair — if one even wants to call that mess spreading out of your head so."
Genesis growled at the insult to his hair and the fact that Sephiroth was being a jerk again. He would not tolerate being insulted by a man that had longer hair than most girls. He lunged, causing more water to splash and twist around as he tried to get a hold of the man that used all his conditioner.
"Quit being so entitled!" Genesis roared.
"The very moment you stop being a melodramatic brat," Sephiroth growled back, deflecting Genesis' wet hand. The water in the tub was in turmoil, splashing onto the tiles and walls. It was too slippery and when Genesis' reached out for the shower curtain to keep his balance the thing just tore loose.
Neither of them cared though.
Sephiroth knocked over the rest of the bottles as he pushed Genesis against the wall with narrowed eyes and a pissed off scowl.
"And you decide to pick this time to be a selfish prick!" Genesis spat in his face and was able to press his hands against Sephiroth's chest and pushed.
"Now look who's talking," the General growled, hissing as some of the damn soap got into his eyes and he had to blindly cling to something to not fall while at the same time kicking at his nemesis.
Something big crushed.
In the kitchen Angeal flinched. He knew it had been too good to be true. The bathroom had been remarkably quiet in the last hour. He was worried they had drowned in there until the noises started.
The talking wasn't too bad.
The arguing was typical.
The loud crashing and yelling that ensued was startling and made him react. He bolted to the bathroom and opened the door and should have known better.
Both men had destroyed the room completely. The bottles and water were everywhere, they were both tangled in the shower curtain, the side of the tub was dented and he was certain that there were some broken tiles on the wall.
... and they were both naked.
"It's his fault!" Genesis yelled.
"That is a blatant and shameless untruth," the General instantly objected, continuing to wrestle Genesis down in all his naked, conditioned glory. "You tried to assault my hair," he accused through gritted teeth in a voice as if Genesis had committed the most abhorrent felony imaginable.
Just then the light flickered desperately one more time before it succumbed to the damage done to it and died, leaving all men in pitch black darkness.
Angeal blinked and only could see the shadow of movements of the two men, flashes of white and red mixed with images that he didn't want to know what body parts they were moving around and made noises that involved his bathroom being destroyed and other noises ...
"Enough!" He roared into the dark room. "Both of you get out of here so you can talk like civilized humans!"
Angeal wished that he had never left the two drunks alone at the celebration.
Since he was sick of it anyways, Sephiroth just stepped out of the tub and back into the kitchen where Angeal had let in some light, but by now the General's eyes had adjusted. He didn't bother covering any part of his soapy, wet body. Crossing his arms over his chest he kept scowling at Genesis. Under different circumstances he would have simply left and gone back to his own peaceful apartment, but his hair was still a mess...
Angeal tried not to look at the naked man that was near him and the other one that was still struggling to get out of the tub. "You two are acting like children!"
"He used all my conditioner!" Genesis responded. Angeal covered his face as Genesis stormed naked and soapy out of the bathroom to poke a finger into Sephiroth's chest. "A bottle of that stuff costs 50 gil and I expect repayment for it!"
"Fine!" Sephiroth snarled. Really, this fight wasn't worth 50 gil and he just wanted it to be over and done with, because his tolerance for bitchy Genesis had reached its limit for today and if it took a damn bottle of conditioner to shut him up then Genesis should have it!
Angeal was ready to pull out 50 gil to hand over to Sephiroth to shut him up but Genesis interjected.
"Great! You can buy me dinner tonight at Monteno's!" Genesis said with a clap of his wet hands and a sudden wide grin. "Six sound good to you?"
"… What?" Sephiroth mechanically moved his gaze from the gloating redhead to Angeal, trying to confirm if what he just heard had been actually said. Angeal wasn't much help though, so Sephiroth turned back to Genesis.
"No."
Angeal cleared his throat. "I think it is the least you could do since it is at least going to cost a couple of thousand gil to fix the mess in the bathroom. I think taking Genesis out to dinner would help with your share of that cost."
The General gritted his teeth, but the furious look he threw Angeal screamed 'TRAITOR!' How dare they conspire against him? The damage in the bathroom wasn't really that bad, and Angeal knew very well that the company would pay for it ... but then they would also ask questions, which Sephiroth didn't want to answer. So he had the choice of either refusing or dealing with this the official way which could get really uncomfortable or he was taking Genesis to a dinner. And covering the costs himself, privately, was no option either. Angeal wouldn't let him get away with that because the man had an agenda. He was pure evil.
"Fine." It sounded murderous.
Genesis was grinning from ear to ear. "Wonderful!" He shook his wet hair and walked back into the bathroom briefly, pulling out a towel that he placed over his unconditioned hair and threw one of Angeal's at Sephiroth. "You'll have to borrow some of Angeal's clothes; your pants are soaked in there." Genesis started to whistle as he walked to his bedroom, drying his hair as he walked.
Angeal sighed. "Can't you two do anything normally?" He looked at Sephiroth who was still scowling at him.
Angeal didn't care.
This made him stay up all night listening to him and ruined his bathroom, it was the least that he could do for the lifetime of nightmares that he was going to have.

Monteno's… anyone remember this restaurant. If you have read my story "Tease" it may seem familiar. Angeal is one smart cookie, trapping Sephiroth like that and boy, does Genesis seem happy.
Wonder how long it will last. O.o'
Still liking the story dawlings…
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