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Unstable	By : albedosreqium Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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

And thus Sephiroth had to grudgingly rinse out his hair in a broken tub and borrow clothes from Angeal before he could go back to the safe haven of his own apartment. The rest of the day he spend arranging that unwanted dinner at the restaurant (of course Genesis had to choose the most expensive, most exclusive one that even Sephiroth had trouble getting a table at such short notice). They had a freaking dress code at that place too. And Sephiroth hated suits...
Nonetheless he was wearing one when he left his apartment at 5:45 pm to get Genesis. It was a classical black one with a white shirt, but he refused to wear a tie and the top buttons were left open. The General knew he would get away with that though, because it made him look damn sexy and casual.
Ten minutes later he unenthusiastically knocked at the door of Angeal and Genesis' place. He would get this over with ASAP, people kept staring at him already.
The knock at the door woke Angeal from an unexpected nap that he had been taking on the couch - after all, he had a tiring night. He looked at the clock and saw that this was the time that Sephiroth was supposed to take Genesis out.
"Get the door Angeal," Genesis yelled from his room. "I'm still getting ready."
Angeal sighed, walked to the door and opened it. He was pleased and shocked to see Sephiroth there in a suit. He had to admit that he looked rather sharp and it was a big change for how he looked this morning, even though the glare was still there. Sephiroth gave a simple, slightly cold nod to the man. Being an adult he was above sulking but he still hadn't quite forgiven Angeal for the backstabbing yet.
"Is he ready?" the General asked, trying to see past Angeal into the room and then taking a look at his watch. Maybe if he was lucky Genesis would take too long and then they wouldn't make it - and their table would be taken. They were actually quite anal about punctuality at that restaurant.
"Two minutes!" Genesis called from his bedroom. He wanted to look perfect and from what he could see, he looked perfect. His dark blue suit was perfectly tailored for him with the pinstrip. He had to buy some more conditioner so that his hair cooperated with him but it was worth going through the hassle of having to use the lower ranks' bathroom to get it right. He adjusted his tie that matched his eyes, and his dumb apple cuff-links.
He was going to make Sephiroth see that he was more than a man in a uniform to boss around. He was a man of great social standing and Sephiroth would be a fool to think that he could find anything better.
Sephiroth kept tabbing his foot, leaning against the door frame.
Angeal shrugged and walked back to his sofa. Whatever havoc they were causing tonight it wouldn't be any of his business. He'd sit here, on the couch in blissful silence and read his book. He would turn his phone off too.
When Genesis finally deigned to grace them with his presence Sephiroth lifted a brow. Despite all his antics and tantrums and horrible personality Genesis was one sexy little fruitcake.
Genesis devoured the sight of Sephiroth. He looked sexy in the suit and he couldn't wait to get him out of it later tonight, if his plans went well. He was still a little sore from the previous night but it was nothing that he couldn't handle.
A night of good food and some wine would loosen him up. His eyes were drawn to the General's throat and he wanted to just drag him back into his bedroom and suck on that lovely collar bone.
"Ready," Genesis said.
"Have fun you two," Angeal said from the couch and waved. He wanted to relax and not think about what damage they could possibly do in the restaurant.
"Let's go then."
Sephiroth looked considerably less pissed off. Maybe that was due to the fact that he was in presentable company and that he was adopting to the idea of getting something out of it. Having sex again with Genesis seemed more and more appealing. While they drove down with the elevator to get to Sephiroth's car the man kept discreetly examining Genesis' rear, a slightly pensive expression on his face.
Usually he grew bored of a toy after he had used it once. But Genesis promised to be so much more fun still. He was versatile and full of surprises; maybe Sephiroth could keep him a little longer before finding something else.
Genesis noticed where Sephiroth's green eyes wandered and was quite pleased with that. He knew that he got under his skin and he was going to stay there. This night was going to make it official.
"I adore this place. Were you able to get a private room? Those are rather hard to come by," Genesis asked as they were halfway there. A private room could be interesting. The rice paper walls really didn't give room for privacy but there were things he could do to entice the General without the public intruding on his fun. "They have the best coconut shrimp that you will ever taste, I can assure you."
"Of course." He didn't dare going to a public place with Genesis of all people where they were on display that much. First off he didn't like it when people stared at him (which they usually did) and he valued his privacy. Secondly he had to maintain a public image and with Genesis constantly pushing his buttons he wouldn't risk becoming violent in Midgar's fanciest restaurant.
They got out of the elevator in the parking garage where Sephiroth's sleek black sports car was awaiting them. He didn't open the door for Genesis on purpose; this wasn't some kind of sappy romance novel.
When he started the car some pretty intense symphonic orchestra spilled from the speakers, almost a bit depressing in melody.
"Fasten your seat belt."
Genesis grinned as he recognized the song that blared through the speakers. He fastened his seat belt as he was told. It was a new version of the final act of Loveless and the musical accompaniment that went with the play.
Sephiroth was trying to make him comfortable. What a sweet gesture. He was going to have to make sure he showed Sephiroth how much he appreciated it.
He reached over and patted the man's leg before returning his hand to his own lap. "This is going to be a lovely night."
"Maybe." Sephiroth smirked as he pushed down on the gas, wheels leaving a dark trail on the asphalt. Just when they left the garage, the security guard waving after them, shrill heavy guitars butchered the lovely symphony in a grotesque death metal version with utterly inappropriate growled and screamed lyrics.
The streets were crowded but Sephiroth easily maneuvered the car to the restaurant at a neck breaking speed. They were running late anyways and no police car would dare to stop them; they were too well known for that, or rather Sephiroth was.
When they stopped at Monteno's a servant was standing to attention already, opening the door for Genesis to get out. Sephiroth threw the keys at him to park the car somewhere because of course, high class guests as they were, he couldn't be bothered to do it himself.
Genesis got out of the car on shaky legs. Between the unnerving driving and the butchering of his favorite symphony he thought he was going to be ill. He swore that Sephiroth was enjoying the crazy drive and was even humming along with the base guitar.
He was glad to be in front of Monteno's alive. He was going to need some wine to calm his nerves once they got in as he waited for Sephiroth to join him on the curb and was a little perturbed that the man walked ahead of him to the door.
He was going to have to teach Sephiroth that this was not how he was used to being treated when he was on a date. Genesis demanded respect and this was not respectful of him. He quickly followed behind so that the door would not slam in his face.
The waitress that was assigned to them for the evening led them to a secluded area, discretely choosing a way where they didn't have to go through the main hall where too curious eyes could see them. Their room was simple but tasteful, the straw mats expensive as was the mahogany furniture. They settled down at the table and got handed their menus.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Bourbon," Sephiroth ordered while flicking through his menu. The waitress nodded and expectantly looked at the pretty redhead. She couldn't remember having seen him here before, but he looked so very well dressed and edible in that suit of his...
Genesis smiled at the waitress as he knew that look and he knew how to use that for his advantage. "Darling, I think some wine would be more appropriate for use. A dry white would be divine," he said. "Bourbon is an after dinner drink, so just bring the bottle, sweetheart." He gave her a wink and saw her blush and shooed her away.
The General kept looking through his menu unmoved. It was easiest to just let Genesis have his will; opposing him wasn't worth the trouble.
"Feel free to choose anything to your liking... that is worth 3 gil." Which wouldn't even account for the tooth picks.
Genesis rolled his eyes. "You can't enjoy yourself if you are going to be cheap, Sephiroth," Genesis smirked as he adjusted himself at the table and reached a foot to touch Sephiroth's. "We will have some coconut shrimp to start and I hear that they make a lovely lemon chicken or spicy beef."
He looked at the prices and grinned. He was not going to be a cheap date.
"I owe you a meal worth of 50 gil and the wine you just ordered almost covers for that," the General retorted with a lifted brow, putting the menu aside. He wondered if they had steak.
He wanted steak.
Bloody, tender steak.
Not some high class chemical shit where they put one tiny slice of artificial meat onto a giant plate with three leaves of green stuff and then claimed that it was all the rage.
He hadn't eaten all day (breakfast didn't count) and he was hungry. Really really hungry.
He also tended to get single minded when he was hungry.
"I want steak."
Genesis was about to lecture him on enjoying the dining experience, when the waitress returned with the bottle of the wine.
"Here you go gentlemen," she said in a sing song voice as she poured Genesis' glass first and then Sephiroth's. "Are you two ready to order appetizers?"
Genesis smiled at the waitress and tapped his foot against Sephiroth's. "We are going to have the coconut shrimp to start and some Beef Udon." He could see Sephiroth's tensing. "Then we will decide what we are going to order for dinner."
She nodded and smiled brightly at him. "Right away, gentlemen," and she scurried off.
"That should satisfy your blood craving." Genesis said as he took a sip of the wine. It was good wine. He would have to make sure the lady got a good tip.
The man just lazily blinked and leaned back. It wasn't the same as steak, but probably the closest he would get. Since he also hadn't gotten any Bourbon (could the evening get any more miserable?) he reached for his wine and listlessly sipped at it. As he had expected it tasted of rotten grapes. At least there was some alcohol in it...
"You'll like it," Genesis said and bumped his foot further up Sephiroth's leg and rubbed it in gently with the toe of his shoe. "There are a lot of things that can be enjoyed in this restaurant."
He took another drink of the wine and smiled. He knew a perfect way to get Sephiroth to lighten up.
"You're such a slut."
Sephiroth grabbed the foot that was sneaking up his leg and held it still. Not that he minded. But his suit had been expensive and shoes were dirty. With a quick movement the shoe was gone, tumbling to the floor, and Sephiroth set the foot back onto his thigh.
"Continue."
Genesis was a bit startled as his shoe went flying. Those were 300 dollar shoes! But having his foot placed back into place was more than enough to keep a smile on his face. He didn't like being called a slut all that much either but he couldn't deny what he was doing was a little slutty. Sephiroth made him want to do things that he knew were inappropriate and more than what he usually did in public. He smirked and rubbed his foot against the thigh and was pleased that Sephiroth opened his legs a little to allow him easier access.
Sephiroth leaned his head against his knuckles, lids dropping a bit. It wasn't that he was bored or anything; Genesis' foot kept him quite contented. But he wasn't much of a social person and when he was out to enjoy himself (which he guessed he was supposed to, unless Genesis simply wanted to torture him by forcing him to go out into public) he was complacent with just sitting, eating and leaving. He wasn't much of a talker but a silent observer and he didn't need to share every thought that popped up in his head. In this regard he was profoundly different from Genesis who never seemed to keep his mouth shut; but as long as Sephiroth just had to nod every now and again it was all right. Genesis didn't need input, he could entertain himself with his own monologues as long as he had someone who listened to him.
"You don't need to look so bored!" Genesis grumbled as he placed his foot firmly between the General's legs. He sure wasn't feeling bored as he felt the firmness of the man's cock against his toes. He stroked it with his toes. "Enjoy the food, wine and the company for fuck's sake."
"I'm trying," Sephiroth replied wryly, not changing anything about his posture at all. His eyes kept scanning Genesis from underneath heavy lids with seeming indifference. "But there is no food, I detest wine and my company is being difficult."
Genesis moved his foot back to the floor and was getting ready to yell when the screen door opened and the waitress entered again with two plates.
"Here you go gentlemen!" She said cheerily as she placed the food in front of them. "Are you ready to order your main course?"
"Am I correct in assuming that you do not serve steak?" the General asked sweetly, hoping against all hopes. The waitress looked profoundly confused, but kept smiling. She most likely assumed that he was joking and politely giggled.
Sephiroth's fingers itched to chop her head off.
"We are taking the meal du jour," he suddenly ordered in sharp, clipped words the way he would imperiously deal with everyone below his rank at work.
And indeed, the woman flinched and stiffened, unconsciously nodded just as sharply, barely refraining from saluting. She swallowed and stood up straight.
"We do have a special menu that offers a 20 ounce prime rib, sir," she said. She had dealt with men like this before but none were quite as intimidating as Sephiroth. She much preferred the refined man with the red. She knew that she would get a dock in her pay for using the bosses' steaks... but she did not want to deal with this man's temper.
"Would you like it served with rice or a salad?" She hoped her voice was calm because she sure didn't feel calm.
"Rice will be just fine." Sephiroth wouldn't eat it anyways, but the idea of some green stuff on his meat was outrageous.
"And you sir?" She turned back to the red haired man who seemed to be annoyed at the other. He was so much more cultured.
Genesis looked at her with warmth and cleared his throat. "Well, I will have the scampi pasta with a side of garden salad." He was a very nice man. He folded the menu and handed it to her. "And be a dear, and bring some more wine. This bottle is not nearly going to be enough." He finished off what remained in his glass at the last part.
She smiled and refilled his glass but nodded with agreement. "Would you like some bread sticks too, sir?" She said as she took his menu and didn't even bother to look over at the other man.
"That would be lovely, thank you, dear," Genesis said and could see he had the waitress eating out his hands. Sephiroth just didn't know how to handle people to get the most out things.
She gave a short bow and left without even looking at Sephiroth.
The General watched the exchange between the two with a stony expression. That waitress was getting on his nerves. "She is a service contractor, there is no need to suck up to her." He didn't care if she still heard it; Sephiroth was irritated.
Genesis huffed. "You have no idea how it works, do you?" He crossed his legs, putting his bare foot on his knee as it was cold on the floor. NO way was he going to give Sephiroth a foot job with that attitude. "You get more things out of them when you treat them nice. You will be lucky if they cook your steak right."
Genesis pushed the plate of Udon towards Sephiroth. "Sate that blood hunger of yours and maybe you will realize how right I am," Genesis said and helped himself to some of the shrimp.
Indeed Sephiroth reached for a slice of the beef, wrapping his tongue around it and chewing listlessly. He wasn't hungry anymore.
"Being nice is uncalled for. It undermines authority and it is a waste of time. Besides, you were not nice, you were groveling," the General pointed out with a lifted brow. The lack of Genesis' foot on his cock was unfortunate, but not surprising. Right from the start this evening was set to be disastrous.
"I was ensuring that my food would not contain boogers," Genesis said and took another sip of his wine. "She will bring me anything that I want with extra portions because I was nice to her."
Genesis ate a few more shrimp. "You should know well enough that flattery will get someone on their knees for you."
"Is that so? I know that ordering someone to do it will lead to just the same results," the General retorted cock-sure. "I'm speaking from experience."
He finished his beef, briefly pressing his napkin against his lips and sipping from his wine because there was nothing else decent to drink. "And there is always the option of punishment for abhorrent service. Negative sanctions do the trick just as well."
Genesis snorted at such an uncouth response. He was determined to teach Sephiroth culture though.
"These aren't SOLDIERs you are dealing with. These people don't care about your rank and you need to remember that as well when you handle them." Genesis shook his head and leaned back in his chair. He allowed his un-shoed foot to sneak and press against Sephiroth's leg again.
"Being nice does have its rewards," Genesis said with a crooked smile.
"These people get paid for providing a service."
Sephiroth relaxed back into his seat, his hand slipping under the table to idly stroke over Genesis' foot. Of course he was aware what Genesis was trying to get at. He even knew, on an intellectual level, that Genesis was right. This was how things worked in society; it was common knowledge that being nice was an essential.
Why did everyone have to be so damn social?
Sephiroth was not; he was awful with such things and he had worked hard to get into a position where he didn't have to be. Giving orders, following orders, there was no need for pleasantries; in fact they were a hindrance, most of the times. And he was too important to get fired for being 'rude' when being social was required. He certainly was respectful to his superiors, but that was different from being friendly and pretending to be interested in their kids and their family life. No one expected him to be, on the contrary. He was supposed to be authoritative, impressive, cold and arrogant because he was a leader, a weapon, a walking killing machine.
And that suited Sephiroth just fine, that was exactly who he was.
Being nice was for someone else.
"And we get paid to follow orders," Genesis whispered. Sephiroth's touch was almost tender on his foot and he couldn't help but smile. He doubted that Sephiroth would consider it tender but after the other harsh moments they had had together, this touch was so different.
Tender, despite the cold look on his face and poor attitude towards the waitress ... and himself.
"You know," Genesis said, "This is nice."
Sephiroth tilted his head in question, not quite able to follow Genesis' train of thought (which he was used to by now, he barely understood what Genesis was doing or why he would do it). His finger kept stroking over the boney toes, tracing the soft skin in-between. Then he came to the conclusion that Genesis must mean the situation in general and simply shrugged. It could have been way, way worse indeed. But then the evening was far from being over yet...
Genesis pressed his foot against the fingers; he loved this small attention from the grumpy man. "I love going out and being served," Genesis said with a smirk. "You don't have to clean up the messes after, and the nicer you are, the bigger mess you can make without them complaining."
"You could try to go out without wrecking havoc," Sephiroth suggested a bit too sweetly, his biting sarcasm showing through. He briefly glanced at his glass that was still half full with the disgusting wine but then decided against drinking it. Instead he placed Genesis' foot into his lap because he deserved some compensation now. "Either way, I leave the groveling to you."
Genesis grinned and pushed his toes forward and was glad to feel that Sephiroth was still hard. "Are you saying that you're going to keep me in line?" He finished his glass of wine and hoped the waitress would come back soon. The wine was making him feel really good.
Sephiroth's calm, an assessing look was all the answer he got for a second.
Before he could verbalize his thoughts on the subject their banter was interrupted again, as the waitress entered. She held two grand plates that she wordlessly but with a tiny nod set down first before Sephiroth and then with much more warmth and a smile before Genesis. When the redhead smiled back at her she coyly lowered her eyes, just to look back at the man the very next second, meaningfully. It was an invitation, and the red-haired Gentleman knew her name from her tag. If he wanted to find her he just needed to ask for her at the entrance and she would be his for an hour or so.
The signal wasn't lost on the General, though it had been very subtle and discreet. Ignoring the waitress Sephiroth picked up the conversation again, finally saying coolly, "Exactly and I have a convincing assortment of ... arguments to keep people obedient." The pause in his speech was just as subtle, but clearly threatening.
Genesis blinked at the waitress who he could see was putty in his hands. He knew that he had that effect on everyone - but Sephiroth it seemed - to make them fall at his feet and his charm.
He looked over to Sephiroth and would have burst out laughing if he hadn't known that would most likely get his foot broken. The man looked right pissed off and almost ... jealous. This amused him as he turned his attention back to the waitress.
"Thank you, darling. If you will bring the dessert menu in about forty-five minutes. We would like to dine without interruptions."
She nodded and filled his glass of wine smoothly. "Of course, sir," she purred.
Genesis grinned. He could have her if he wanted to. Women always wanted him and he did nothing to deter their fawning over him and if that was going to make the green-eyed man look like he was encountering a green-eyed monster, it was all the better.
He then turned to Sephiroth who was looking worse than pissed off by now. He settled in his seat a little lower and stroked the hardness through the material with his toes. "Now, what are some of these 'convincing sort of ... arguments' that can make people obey."
"Some people need a firm hand," Sephiroth simply said seemingly non-committal, reaching for his glass and sipping at the wine, looking at Genesis over the rim with a lifted brow before he focused on his meal. The sharp knife easily cut through the tender meat, opening it up and revealing its juicy, rosy insides. Then he picked it up with the fork and guided it to his mouth, chewing once and blinking slowly like a wine expert while tasting some expensive Merlot.
"This," he pointed with his fork back at the meat on his white plate, "is perfect."
"Well, I am glad that you are finally happy with something about this restaurant," Genesis said as he continued to move his toes. He didn't like that he wasn't getting a reaction from Sephiroth despite the fact that he could feel how firm his toes were making him. He had to make him react more.
"Firm hands versus forceful hand are two different thing," Genesis said as he picked at his own food. He did have to admit that it was divine. "Oh, we shall have to leave a big tip. This is perfect indeed."
Sephiroth inwardly sneered wryly at the 'we' sneaking ostentatiously into Genesis' last sentence when in all actuality it would be Sephiroth alone who would have to give tips. Outwardly he didn't show a reaction though, just continued to cut his meat and eat it, letting Genesis' toes massage his cock.
"There certainly is a difference," he finally hummed.
Still no reaction out of Sephiroth. Genesis scowled. Last night the man had been loud and responsive and here he was back to his cold self again. He pushed his toes a little harder into the man's groin.
"Both have their place," Genesis said as he continued to eat, pushing harder and harder with his toes. "It really does matter where the activity is taking place." He emphasized his last word by point his big toe right into Sephiroth's balls.
Sephiroth smirked at the persistent push. Truly, Genesis was hard to 'keep in line', be it through a firm or forceful hand. But therein lay the thrill of their strange friendship with benefits...
"I agree," he finally said, one hand slipping under the table again to hold Genesis' foot still. If he kept going like that he might break something essential. Swiftly, the General un-socked the foot, noting how surprisingly slender and small it was. Since he was at it anyways he opened his pants to take out his pretty solid erection and place the bare toes back against them.
"There is always a third option however," Sephiroth added, focusing back on his meal.
Genesis was pleased with this response. He was finally getting into it and his body was responding accordingly as he twisted in his chair. He let his toes stroke up and down the piece of flesh as he watched Sephiroth still eating. He couldn't concentrate on his food as he was concentrating too hard on the feel of a cock twitching under his foot.
He had only ever given one foot job before and the man came way too quickly to be worth his while. Sephiroth was more of a challenge as he could barely get him to change his expression but the pulsing flesh being caressed by his toes was another thing.
"Enjoying your ... meal?" Genesis purred.
"It is not what I normally enjoy," Sephiroth shrugged. "But any port in a storm." He subtly pushed up his hips a bit, mockingly. Genesis might think he had the upper hand right now, but Sephiroth had his very own agenda; for now he was contented with the redhead feeling safe though. He would keep up the illusion for a bit ... having some fun.
"How about you?" His voice dropped a bit, his eyes settling heavily onto the other as if he was concerned about Genesis' happiness.
Genesis was thrilled that he was getting a reaction out of Sephiroth. The thrust of his hips was enough to make him smile at the question.
"I could use something a little more... filling," Genesis said and pressed the flat of his foot against the penis so that his toes could caress the cap. "If you know what I mean."
Sephiroth made a puzzled face, tilting his head. "No, fill me in." He knew exactly what Genesis wanted from him, but that would have been too easy.
Genesis was tempted to push his foot right through Sephiroth. Fucking bastard was teasing him and he was not appreciating it at the moment. He refrained from doing so but did stop fondling that warm cock with his foot, didn't move it away from the throbbing flesh. He wanted to feel how Sephiroth reacted to the next thing that he said.
"I want you to fuck me. Here. On this table. We have about half an hour before the waitress comes back. I bet you can't get me or yourself off in that period of time. If you can do it, I will pay for dinner"
The General's smirk was thin and maybe a bit high and mighty. So he would get a free meal and a good fuck; maybe this wasn't so bad after all, even if there was no steak.
"You really shouldn't take hopeless bets," he purred. "But since it's to my benefit, why not. Take your pants off," he said, finishing his meal unfazed.
Genesis gave that cock one last push with his foot before putting it down on the floor.
Before Sephiroth, fast sex was never his thing. He liked to linger and take his time and make his partners absolutely mad with lust and desire. He never thought he would like the quick and dirty style that Sephiroth liked.
It had its strong points and one of them was in Sephiroth's pants.
He stood and unbuckled his pants and let them fall, showing his own erection that was already pink and rosy. "Where do you want me?"
"Get on the table, on your knees." Sephiroth pushed aside the plates and glasses. He would get this done in less than half an hour. Apparently Genesis was very much aroused already and the General had the one or other trick up his sleeve.
"On the table?" Genesis said as he slowly started to crawl up on the table. "On my knees?" He was a little confused at the request. He wanted to be fucked but that position was a little high for things to work as he intended.
Sephiroth chuckled. "On the table, on your knees." The confusion evident on Genesis' face was priceless, as was the frown as he had positioned himself in front of Sephiroth, looking at the General over his shoulder almost a bit helplessly. The General took his time to enjoy the sight, Genesis' hard rosy cock dangling between his spread, creamy legs. Then Sephiroth pulled the redhead's buttocks apart as if opening a ripe fruit and without warning his slick tongue licked Genesis' wrinkled, tense fuckhole with relish.
Genesis had to hold back a groan. He couldn't believe the feeling of Sephiroth's tongue licking him and in a restaurant of all places. It made him all the more excited. He lowered his shoulders and rested his head on his arms. He grabbed his own jacket in his teeth to prevent himself from moaning too loud.
The reaction was quite satisfying but there was still potential for more. They were only just starting, and Sephiroth's lips twitched upwards as he circled the tight pucker with the tip of his tongue, just too relentlessly dip into it the next second. Genesis was warm and tight, and though Sephiroth knew that already it was still exciting to rediscover. His hands kept the redhead's ass stretched open, as he started to dive in deeper, swirling and teasing and thrusting to elicit the most delicious, repressed noises from the other.
Genesis pushed back against the tongue that was delving into him. He tried to open himself to allow that delicious tongue deeper in him. He had to take more fabric of his jacket in his mouth to stop himself from screaming.
It wasn't fair that Sephiroth was so good at everything!
He reached between his legs and grabbed hold of his own cock and wrap his fingers around his base to prevent himself from coming, just from Sephiroth's tongue. It wasn't good for him to have such an inflated ego.
"Not going to spoil the fun by coming prematurely, are you now?" Sephiroth drawled, withdrawing a bit and brushing with his thumb over the saliva wet hole before dipping it in to the second knuckle, effectively plugging the redhead. If he put more effort into it he could make Genesis cum like that, but then he wouldn't get off.
Genesis bit the fabric tighter and started to pant at the intrusion. He couldn't answer Sephiroth or else he would scream and it just wouldn't do to have the whole restaurant hear him bellow out that he wanted Sephiroth to fuck him with his damn tongue again.
'Best salad tossing I have ever had,' Genesis thought. He tried to look back at Sephiroth but the angel prevented him from doing so as he resumed killing him softly with his tongue.
Eventually Sephiroth finished the foreplay with one last lick and then pulled Genesis down onto his lap. They had 20 minutes left before the waitress would come to clean up their mess. He intended to leave her a special present.
Genesis' ass was prepared and slick enough so that Sephiroth took him unceremoniously, pushing his dick past the narrow ring of muscle. He had to keep the man stable, because he sat in a pretty askew angle on Sephiroth's lap, his leg hanging over Sephiroth's arm. It was a messy, quick fuck but it was fantastic this way. They could hear the faint noises of another group laughing and talking next to them through their own panting and every now and again the footsteps of a passing waitress drifted to their ears.
"How's that?" Sephiroth whispered into Genesis ear. "Do you want to scream? Go ahead, let them hear you what a slut you are."
Genesis was regretting setting up the challenge. It was easy to keep from making too much noise when he could keep his jacket stuffed in his mouth.
It took a lot of restraint to keep himself from screaming a 'hell yeah' when Sephiroth unceremoniously pulled him off the table and into his lap. The penetration and the sharp thrust of his hips when he was in a position where he had little control of anything that was happening to him.
He had his hands planted on the table as he tried to keep his balance and gain some control, but Sephiroth had all the control.
Again.
But it felt so good. Genesis kept his bottom lip between his teeth and tried to keep his moans down to a respectable level but he didn't know how long he could be quiet.
"I wonder what your little waitress would say now, if she saw you like this," Sephiroth hissed, driving his cock to the hilt into Genesis' incredibly tight ass, poking and rubbing his sweet spot over and over. His hand sneaked to the redhead's erection and clamped around it, starting to pump the hard organ, drawing milky precum. This felt good and made his belly flip, because there really was nothing better than a being quick and dirty in a public place.
How could Sephiroth fit him so perfect? Genesis was having a hard time controlling his whimpers and he knew he was getting louder. He started to take deeper breaths as he arched in his lap as that hand wrapped around his cock.
"Fuck, Sephiroth," he whispered, "harder."
Genesis' red, sweaty face was just too arousing, what with the way he bit his lips and clenched his teeth to not cry out loud. Sephiroth found that it was increasingly difficult to keep quiet himself. Control was slipping from him again and he felt drawn deeper and deeper into the pleasure of driving into Genesis relentlessly, to force his cock into that narrow, slick tunnel of contracting, twitching muscles and flesh.
Genesis was not going to be the first to cry out but he was awfully damn close to losing control. He was so damn close to coming and Sephiroth was doing everything right, pressing all the right buttons but he had to hold back.
He could feel the pressure building in his belly and running up his spine. He clenched tightly around Sephiroth's cock with his ass muscles. He was going to make the smug-bastard come first at least. The increasing of Sephiorth's panting was more than enough encouragement to keep going.
Sephiroth shifted him in his lap and it was nearly too much for Genesis. He slapped a hand over his own mouth and tried not to think how awesomely sexy this scene would be for anyone to walk in on.
Sephiroth gritted his teeth, hissing. He was close, so close, and Genesis fidgeting above him wasn't helping matters! His hips shot up repeatedly in a succession of powerful thrusts that finally drove him over the edge and he came with a feral, loud growl. His fingers dug into Genesis' thighs until they left red imprints and the redhead's knees bumped against the table, making the plates jump and clatter.
Genesis felt Sephiroth buck inside him and he came. His hand thrust forward and knocked over a glass that fell to the floor. He didn't hear it break and he was happy about that. The waitress would come running with that. He emptied himself onto the table and was quite satisfied that Sephiroth was louder than he was. He was sure that grunt could be heard in the other rooms.
Genesis collapsed forward as the grip on his hips loosened. "Damn, Seph, you sure know how to fuck," he said as he turned to look at the man that was still inside of him.
The General grunted and slowly withdrew his softening cock. This hadn't gone quite as planned, but at least he would have the satisfaction of Genesis running around all evening with his cum dripping out of his ass. His gaze drifted back to the table where they had made a royal mess; Genesis had cum on his meat and the wine bottle had been knocked over. Glass shards littered the floor.
"I won," he lazily announced, pushing Genesis a bit aside to stuff his cock back into his pants and comb through his hair that had become a tiny bit messy. If that waitress knew what was good for her she would stay away for just another 5 minutes...
Genesis stumbled back over to his chair, fighting to pull up his pants as he did so. He grunted at the fact that Sephiroth had won. He really should have thought of a better bet than the one he constructed. He hated when everything that he did with Sephiroth backfired.
"So you did," Genesis grumbled as he sat a little too heavily in his chair and tried to do up his pants when the screen door opened.
"Excu-..."
The waitress stopped in her carefully prepared speech as she saw herself confronted with a sight she hadn't expected in a 100 years. The redheaded Gentleman was fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his formerly orderly suit wrinkled, his hair messy and his cheeks burning. The General's suit was a bit disorderly too, but he sat back on his chair in an utterly relaxed manner, legs spread apart in a macho pose. He also smirked smugly at her.
The waitress quickly averted her eyes, feeling her cheeks heat with anger and embarrassment. The room looked like a battle field, and it smelled penetratingly of sex.
"Excuse me," she ground out. "I would like to ask you to keep it down a bit, there have been complaints from other guests."
"There have been complaints?" Sephiroth repeated, as he looked at the waitress patronizingly. Bitch. "We are very sorry then. We will keep it down now."
She bit her lips. "Thank you, sir."
"Not at all," Sephiroth nonchalantly dismissed, smiling at her. "You can clean the table now. No dessert." All right, so he was being cruel and an ass now, but it was wicked fun and just the cherry on top of his after sex happiness.
The waitress reluctantly came to the table, trying not to look as she grabbed their plates, one of which was tainted with very obvious white smears. Her stance was rigid and cold as she cleaned Genesis' plate as well.
"I hope the meal was to your liking," she said frostily.
Genesis adjusted himself as quickly and could see the look on the waitress' face as he sat himself down. "The meal was wonderful," he said with a smile, trying to recover but he doubted that he was able to pull it off. Sephiroth was looking so damn smug and he was caught with his pants down ... again.
"Just the bill please," he asked as he wiggled uncomfortably in his pants. He hated that he didn't have time to clean up when he was wearing his expensive suit. Dry cleaning and this meal was going to cost him more than he was counting on. Even though the sex was the best he had ever had.
The waitress curtly nodded her head and then left the room, lips pressed together tightly. She would so charge them extra for the damn mess they had made! No wonder her boss was always so reluctant to serve SOLDIERs, those guys were animals!
"I think she doesn't like us anymore ..." Sephiroth made a mock sad face for a second before it smoothed back into a superior, smug one. Oh he felt incredible, and he could take on anyone. Maybe he would do a training session in the simulator later, vent off some energy.
Genesis grunted and was glad that Sephiroth was happy. They would never get good service in here again. He looked at the empty wine bottle and frowned... Well, at least he had the most amazing sex ever.
"I won't have to worry about leaving a tip," Genesis mumbled. His ass hurt from the pounding the night before and the ride he just took. Sephiroth was too big to ride that often... at least until he was used to it.
He knew he was pouting slightly. He needed a shower and he hoped Angeal had their bathroom fixed.
"Let's go."
Sephiroth got up, flipping his phone shut from which he had just made a very generous bank transfer to the restaurant, but Genesis didn't need to know that. "I am done with this third rate rat hole," he snorted, getting up and opening the sliding door. "They don't even have walls here."
"But the bill?" Genesis said as he watched Sephiroth stand. And he still was missing his shoe that Sephiroth threw across the room.
As if we would pay for this."
Sephiroth unceremoniously grabbed the redhead by the collar and dragged the flustered redhead after him. The car was already waiting (maybe the service wasn't so bad after all) and the General stuffed his companion in there.
The ride back home was blurred and fast, because Sephiroth was eager to get a shower. Thus the evening ended with him dropping Genesis off at Angeal's. Genesis himself didn't really recall much of the drive home. Sephiroth was a maniac for a driver and he was at the door of his building. He was grateful for the small squeeze that he received and the fact that Sephiroth opened the door before he pushed him in.
He walked into his apartment and saw Angeal give him a funny look as he entered.
Genesis smiled over to him. "I am still missing my shoe." But he couldn't be happier about losing one of his three hundred dollar shoes.

Well, that is a long public smutty chapter, isn't it? Sephiroth and Genesis are such a wonderful violent and smexy couple. I would hate to be that restraurnt… Monteno's will never bee the same again.
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