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Final Fantasy VII: Angelic Threnody	By : DarkSeraphim1 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven
       “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.” -Loveless, ACT III
            Genesis leaned back against the soft cushions of Sephiroth’s office sofa as he dug into a bowl of Shoyu Ramen. He held the plastic bowl close to his face, smiling slightly as he watched Sephiroth hunch over his, trying to avoid making a mess of the thin noodle soup. He could barely stifle his laughter as the Silver Demon Of Wutai struggled with a pair of plain wooden chopsticks. Put a sword in his hand, and his lover could carve his way through an enemy army in a matter of minutes. Give him a set of foreign eating utensils, and it was like watching a child learning to feed himself. It was funny as hell, and very endearing, in its own way. It also served to remind Genesis of just how isolated Sephiroth had been for most of his life. He had only been out of Midgar maybe a dozen times, and only when needed on the front lines in Wutai. He had been to Banora once too, when they had passed through during an assignment, although he had been uncomfortable with the amount of attention he had received there.
            Maybe, Genesis thought as he watched other man’s mounting frustration, it was time take another trip, a longer one this time. He hadn’t seen his parents in nearly a year, and he knew that Angeal missed his mother horribly. And the Goddess knew that Sephiroth had never had a proper vacation. He would have to keep his parents away from Seph, though. For some reason, his then-friend had taken an instant disliking to them. Sephiroth had never said or done anything to show it, but even back then, he’d known the other man well enough to tell when he was displeased with something.
            Sephiroth threw the chopsticks into the bowl, disgusted with his inability to master such a small thing, and Genesis couldn’t hold back any longer. He laughed as he scooted closer to his lover, ignoring the dark, embarrassed look Sephiroth cast him. “Here, let me help with that,” he said, reaching for the thin wooden sticks. “Now, watch closely, and learn.”
            “Genesis.”
            Genesis ignored the warning growl and carefully lifted up a small mass of noodles. “See my fingers,” he said, making sure he had the other man’s complete attention before continuing. “You place them just so, and add a little pressure here...”
            He tilted his head back, careful not to drip any of the clear broth on himself, and carefully put them in his mouth. He slurped just a bit, which he happened to know was perfectly acceptable in Wutaian culture, and quickly chewed the thin noodles. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Now, you try.”
            Sephiroth only sighed and shook his head, scattering his long mass of shiny silver hair. “I still don’t see why I can’t simply use a fork for this.”
            “Because that takes all the fun out of it.” Sephiroth shook his head again, and he decided to use a different approach. He scooped up more noodles, smiled brightly, and said, “Now, open your mouth.”
            One silver brow quirked upward as Sephiroth glanced from him to the proffered food and back. He slowly complied, opening his mouth and leaning forward to meet the other man halfway. Genesis watched the food disappear behind soft pink lips, slightly disappointed that the other man’s slurp was so damned quiet, but happy to see Sephiroth smiling as he chewed. He had been trying for almost ten years to get Sephiroth to enjoy Wutaian food with little success, when all he’d had do was feed it to him by hand to do get results. He should have tried this years ago.
            Sephiroth swallowed and cast a pointed look at the chopsticks. Genesis laughed again, this time with a bit of heat, as another idea came to him. “Hold these for a minute,” he said, waiting until Sephiroth had taken the hated utensils to shift even closer. “Your turn, moonbeam.”
            The low, suggestive purr was enough to pull a chuckle out of taciturn lover. “You’ll end up covered in soya sauce if I do this, Gen,” he said with exasperation.
            “You’ll just have to be extra careful, won’t you?” Genesis set his bowl aside, stripping his gloves and coat off, before settling back once more. “So, are you up to the challenge, General?”
            The other man nodded somewhat tentatively. “You won’t get angry if I make a mistake?”
            Genesis shook his own head, reaching out to pull a long section of silvery hair back over his lover’s shoulder. “No one’s perfect, Sephiroth,” he said, momentarily serious. “Not even you.”
            Sephiroth’s answering smile was brief and all too somber, reminding Genesis that he had been raised by a half-crazed scientist who had demanded perfection. “I won’t get angry,” he reiterated, adding, “Of course, if you do make a mess of me, I’ll expect you to lick up the worst of it.”
            Sephiroth burst out laughing, much to his lover’s delight. It was a deep, quiet sound, but it was laughter all the same. “Very well, Gen,” he relented, mirth reflected in the ice-green of his eyes as he picked up his own bowl, “but I must warn you that you are not giving me much incentive to do this properly.”
            “Oh, you want incentive?” Genesis’ lips curved into a slow smile that should have been a warning in itself. “I’ll give you incentive, Sephiroth.”
            Pale hands tightened on the bowl until it threatened to crack under the strain. “I’m listening.”
            Genesis laughed evilly and said, “If you do this right, I’ll let you fuck me, right here, on this,” he smoothed a bare hand over the soft black material beneath them, “just like you‘ve always wanted to.”
            Those cat-like green eyes flared with sudden urgency, and it was all Sephiroth could do not toss the bowl aside and jump him there and then. Genesis had never given him more than the occasional kiss while in his office. While they had been long, heated kisses, to be sure, he had always been too afraid of discovery to risk having sex here. To be offered this now, when nothing like this had ever happened before, only strengthened Sephiroth’s conviction that he was doing the right thing.
            “Challenge accepted.”
            Genesis blinked at the abrupt response, but was comforted by the sensual determination stamped on those angelic features. He’d known that Sephiroth had wanted this for years now, but he’d never really understood why, and it had always bothered him. Now, he thought that he did, or that he was beginning to, and the realization made him feel slightly ashamed.
            He himself had drawn boundaries in their relationship, lines that were never to be crossed, for fear that Sephiroth’s overly-dominant personality would completely overwhelm his own. Sephiroth was the only man who had ever been able to drive every coherent thought from his mind with nothing more than a simple look, and that had always scared the hell out of him. So, he had set limits on their personal interactions, and had always kept a small but significant distance between them, even after he’d seen how much that distance both hurt and confused Sephiroth.
            They had been friends for four years before he’d worked up the courage to approach the other man. It hadn’t been easy, as he’d had to end the physical side of his friendship with Angeal to do it, but he simply hadn’t been able to keep his distance any longer. He had wanted Sephiroth from the first, and four years of denial had taken their toll.
            He had found himself dreaming of the other man nearly every night, not just the sexual fantasies that every other SOLDIER had about the Silver General, but of simply lying in his embrace. He had found himself daydreaming about the first moment he’d seen the silver-haired man, then an utterly beautiful fourteen-year-old, at the oddest moments. He could still remember like it was yesterday. He’d gazed into those extraordinary green eyes, shaken the proffered hand, and had spent the next few minutes struggling to form enough coherency to simply speak again.
            Angeal, he recalled fondly, hadn’t noticed. He had been intent on befriending the other boy, who they had heard so much about back in Banora, and had covered the conversational lapse. Genesis could remember clearly that, while Sephiroth had responded to everything Angeal had said—albeit shortly—those exotic green eyes had never his own. It was only now, ten years after the fact, that he realized that that moment had been the start of everything.
            “Gen?” He focused on the here and now, where Sephiroth was watching him with something akin to concern, and smiled to show that he was listening. “Where did you go just now?”
            He shifted and set elbow on the back of the sofa, resting his head on his hand. “I was thinking about the first time we met,” he answered softly. “Do you remember?”
            Sephiroth’s smile was surprisingly bittersweet. “I remember,” he said in a quiet rumble. Genesis frowned, and he hurried to add, “It was the only time that I have ever seen you at a loss for words. That alone made it a memorable event.”
            Genesis snorted and tossed his fiery head. Sometimes, he forgot that Sephiroth had a sense of humor, dry though it was. He wasn’t really annoyed, just bothered by that faint tinge of bitterness. “What do you remember most about it? Besides my not speaking?”
            Sephiroth cast the bowl a look of profound regret as he realized that the moment had passed. He set in on the table and leaned back into the cushions, his gaze turning inward as he searched his memories. “Your eyes,” he murmured at last. “They didn’t have the glow that they do now, but they were the most incredible shade of blue I had ever seen. I remember gazing into them, and being unable to look away, even though I knew that what I was doing could be considered rude. I simply could not look away.”
            He really shouldn’t have been surprised. He had been complimented on his pale blue eyes his entire life, and was well aware that they were one of his best features. He’d known that Sephiroth liked them--it’s not like the man had ever hidden the fact--but he’d never realized just how much of an impact that they had made on his quiet friend.
            Genesis smiled faintly and reached out to stroke the silk of his lover’s hair. Sephiroth started at the unexpected contact, but quickly relaxed into it. He let out a contented sigh and closed his green eyes, and Genesis’ smile wobbled a bit as he continued his ministrations. “For me, it was your hair,” he whispered unsteadily. “Your eyes were stunning, of course, but it was,” he shifted closer and plunged both hands into the shining moonspun mass, “this that fascinated me.”
            Sephiroth didn’t respond other than to tip his head back slightly. Genesis carefully combed his fingers through the shimmering strands, knowing how much Sephiroth loved to be petted, even though he would deny it if asked. He hadn’t had nearly enough physical affection in his life, and it warmed something inside of Genesis to be the one able to provide it.
            “You have such beautiful hair, Seph.” Genesis watched it slide through his bare fingers with fascination. “I used to dream about wrapping myself in it, you know.”
            Silver-green eyes popped open at that. He cast a questioning look at the other man, surprise evident in his expression, and Genesis carefully lifted a strand to his lips. “I used to watch you all the time, wondering if it was as soft as it looked, wishing I could do what I’m doing now.”
            “I wouldn’t have stopped you,” Sephiroth murmured, emotion roughening his deep, rich voice. “I would have given anything to feel your hands on me, even in that small way.”
            “I know,” Genesis stated simply. “I felt it, too.”
            “Then, why. . .” his voice trailed off as comprehension came to him. “Angeal.”
            “Angeal,” Genesis confirmed. “He was my best friend, Seph. We’d been through so much together. How could I justify dumping him after all our years of friendship?”
            Sephiroth sighed again, this time heavily. “How did it end, then?” he asked. “You’ve never said, and I didn’t feel as though I had the right to ask, but I have always wanted to know.”
            “I tried to talk him into taking in taking on a third, and he reacted,” Genesis winced here, “badly.”
            “A third?” Sephiroth echoed before his eyes went wide. “You mean. . .?”
            Genesis had to hold back completely improper laughter as he saw that such a notion had never even entered his lover’s mind. For all of his experience on the battlefield, Sephiroth was still touchingly innocent when it came to sexual matters. It was one of the things that he had always loved about him.
            “I thought that if I could talk him into bringing you into our relationship, then everything would be all right.” Genesis shook his head at his younger self’s selfish naiveté. “I thought that I could have you and Angeal, too. No harm, no foul, just the three us fucking until we were all too drained to do anything else. It was the first time he ever said no to me.”
            “Genesis.” Sephiroth was shocked—and appalled—to realize that he was the reason Genesis and Angeal were no longer together. “Of course, he denied you. He loved you. The last thing he wanted to do was share you with anyone, especially me.”
            “Why do you say it like that?” Genesis frowned as he tilted his head to one side. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re fucking gorgeous, Sephiroth, before you finally believe it? Everyone wants you. Even Angeal found you attractive, in the beginning.”
            Sephiroth shook his head quickly, supremely uncomfortable with the conversation. “Angeal has never desired me, Gen. He sees me as a friend, perhaps even a brother, but no more than that. Can we please change the subject?” he asked a bit desperately, wishing that he had never asked.
            The older man studied him for a long moment before shrugging it aside. The last thing he wanted was to start an argument neither of them could win. “Well, so long as you know how desirable I think you are, I suppose we can.”
            Sephiroth let out a relieved breath. “I am well aware that you desire me, Genesis. As I need no more than that, I see no reason to dwell over what we cannot agree upon.”
            “Hhhmmmpph.” Genesis glanced at the door, smiled slowly, and rose to his feet. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move.”
            Sephiroth raised one silver brow and crossed his arms over his chest, watching with undisguised curiosity as the other man approached the door and engaged the lock. Genesis turned towards him, lifting his chin as he began a slow approach. Even without the scarlet trench and gloves, his slim form radiated power and grace, and Sephiroth had never been strong enough to resist his siren’s call.
            His arms fell away as Genesis halted before him, his head going back as he looked up at the other man. Genesis smiled and bent down to him, slanting his mouth over Sephiroth’s, plunging his tongue into the other man’s mouth with no preliminaries. He threaded his hands through the silver hair that had always turned him on, smirking inwardly as gloved hands came up to grip his wrists tightly. He placed his legs on either side of his lover’s hips, never breaking the kiss as he settled his weight on Sephiroth’s powerful thighs. Those hands moved to his hips, thumbs settling in the sensitive hollows that separated his legs and pelvis, and Genesis moaned with arousal.
            He raised his head slightly, thumbs stroking Sephiroth’s high cheekbones, and whispered, “Fuck me.”
            Sephiroth’s response was immediate, if not what he expected. “What about the soup?” he asked in a ragged voice.
            Genesis laughed breathlessly and rested his forehead against the other man’s. “Only you, Seph. Only you.”
            Sephiroth merely smiled innocently--and damned if that expression didn’t look utterly, completely wrong on him--and tightened his hold. “Are you sure?” he asked, serious now.
            “Yes,” he muttered with absolute conviction. “Or have you suddenly changed your mind?”
            In a matter of seconds, he found himself flat on his back, Sephiroth leaning over him with a hungry expression. Silver hair formed an intimate curtain around them as his lover said, “You realize that I’m never going to look at my office in quite the same way, again?”
            Genesis’ aristocratic features took on a smug cast. “I’d be insulted if you could, Seph.”
            One corner of Sephiroth’s mouth quirked up in a rather arrogant half-smile. “We certainly wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he murmured as he lowered his head.
            “Not if you know what’s good for you,” Genesis returned, the breathless anticipation in his voice making a mockery of the threat. “Now shut up, kiss me, and get on with it already.”
            Sephiroth smiled, a sinister smile that sent delicious chills straight to his crotch, and crushed his lips under his own. Genesis could only cling to him, open his mouth to the sensual assault, and hang on for dear life.
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            “Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take it to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface, the wandering soul knows no rest.”
            Sephiroth smiled to himself as he read yet another cadet progress report, feeling a contentment that had heretofore eluded him. Genesis reclined on the sofa, his free hand stroking the dark fabric from time to time, as his smooth voice filled the room with vibrant life. They had cleaned themselves in his private lavatory, finished lunch--no licking involved, much to Sephiroth’s disappointment--and Genesis had insisted that he finish his work.
            The red-headed First, however, seemed in no hurry to return to his own. He was perfectly content to lie where he was, sated by sex and food, and read his favorite poem aloud. Sephiroth didn’t mind. He had missed moments such as these, although they usually occurred in his quarters. Still, it eased something in him to hear those familiar words spoken without malice or insanity.
            “There is no hate, only joy. For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds.” Sephiroth grimaced slightly at that. He had hated that passage ever since Genesis had used it to reveal his jealousy that day in Mako Reactor 5. “Dreams of the morrow hath shattered the soul. Pride is lost, wings stripped away, the end is nigh.”
            Not this time, Sephiroth thought resolutely. Once he got his hands on Hojo’s files, that would all change. He had originally planned to coerce Hojo in to finding a cure for Genesis and Angeal’s genetic defects, but he was hesitant to trust the man. Even if his life hung in the balance, Sephiroth didn’t believe that Hojo would give him what he wanted. He might do something to make matters worse, like permanently harming his friends, simply because he could.
            No, he told himself, he would be better off going to Hollander and suggesting an exchange. He would give the old man every file Hojo had ever kept on Jenova Project ’S’--as well as samples from its only successful ‘specimen’ --in return for his assistance. While he knew that Hollander cared for Genesis and Angeal--especially Angeal--the man was weak-willed. He would follow whoever presented the strongest personality, and Sephiroth had to make sure that it was him. He would allow nothing to stop him from saving Genesis, nothing at all.
            “My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.” Genesis looked up from his precious copy of Loveless to find Sephiroth frowning into thin air. “Is something wrong, Seph?”
            Sephiroth blinked and focused on him, the frown turning into a gentle smile. “Nothing’s wrong, Gen.” Pale emerald orbs dropped to the book in his hands before coming back to his. “Why did you stop?”
            Genesis sniffed somewhat disdainfully. “What do you care?” he retorted. “It’s not like you were paying attention, anyway.”
            The smile vanished, replaced by an intensity that made him shiver. “I am always aware of you, Genesis. Never believe otherwise.”
            He found himself trapped in that brilliant green gaze, unable to look away, as his heart pounded a harsh staccato in his chest. He hated it when Sephiroth said shit like that, because he never knew how to respond. “If you’re so aware,” he said as evenly as he could manage, “quote the next passage to me.”
            Sephiroth smiled again, the intensity gone, and did just that. “My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.” The smile widened as he added, “How was that?”
            “Passable,” Genesis allowed grudgingly as he tried to conceal his surprise.
            Sephiroth only shook his head and tossed his pen onto the desk. He would get no more work done so long as Genesis remained. “Do you truly believe I could ever ignore you?” he asked, his deep voice very soft as he stood and approached the other man.
            Genesis watched him approach, his heart threatening to burst from his chest. “Sephiroth. . .”
            The silver-haired warrior knelt beside him, one black-gloved hand coming up to cup his face. “I never forget you,” he said in a low voice, mako-green eyes glowing with emotion. “You are always with me, even when we are apart. Please, believe that.”
            Genesis swallowed hard. “I’m beginning to,” he whispered jaggedly.
            “That’s enough, Gen.” Sephiroth sighed, a mere wisp of sound, and touched the hard-backed book in his lover’s hands. “Will you finish?”
            The fiery SOLDIER smiled at that. “Just try and stop me, General.”
            Sephiroth returned the smile and rose. “May I?” he asked, gesturing towards the sofa.
            “Of course.“ Genesis sat up but didn’t lower his legs. He scooted forward, leaving just enough room for his lover to sit behind him. He laid back with the confidence of someone well-loved, resting between Sephiroth’s spread legs, and smiled up at the other man. “Ready, moonbeam?”
            Sephiroth slipped his arms around that slender waist, hugging him close, and said, “Yes, kitten.”
            Genesis’ smile threatened to split his face in two as he lifted Loveless and began to read. “My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.”
            Sephiroth closed his eyes, held his heart close, and prayed it would never end.
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