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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 Thirteen
       ‘Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take it to the sky.’ -Loveless, ACT I
            Deafening rock music blared through the small, once-elegant 1st Class refectory, accompanied by an uneven chorus of drunken teenage laughter. Sephiroth glanced around the smoky, dimly-lit room and wondered what the hell he was doing here. Zack had long ago abandoned them, preferring to drink with his friends at the bar, occasionally returning to give Angeal progressively graphic kisses before scurrying away again. Strife sat at the bar with him, looking supremely uncomfortable as he downed shot after shot, his expression growing more melancholy with each successive drink. Reno stood close to him, having snuck onto the SOLDIER floor, citing Zack’s open-ended ’invitation’ as his excuse. The redhead was gesturing with typical carelessness as he made one fruitless pass after another, seemingly determined to make an impression on the young warrior who was stoically ignoring him.
            A virtual multitude of Seconds and Thirds, all in various stages of intoxication, spoke in painfully loud voices, striving to be heard above the noise that Zack insisted on calling music. Everyone but he and Angeal seemed to be enjoying themselves--no surprise there--but what did surprise him was the sight of Genesis, his normally standoffish lover, smiling happily as he sat at the center of all that adolescent testosterone. Several empty bottles of expensive champagne were lined up neatly on the bar before him, a full glass of the same in his hands, which was emptied even as Sephiroth watched. Genesis was not only keeping up with the younger celebrants, he was surpassing them, and enjoying every moment of it.
            So much for Genesis’ outrage at having to drink with the lower classes, Sephiroth thought cynically. He rubbed his throbbing temples and let out a morose sigh. His head was beginning to ache from both the music and the cigarette smoke, and he wanted nothing more than to return to his quarters, where he could lay down and rest in blessed silence.
            He scowled at the thought. Despite Genesis’ earlier assertion, it was obvious to him that he would be spending the night alone, and he was far from happy with the realization. They had spent nearly every waking moment together since his ‘return’, and he had grown used to having Genesis near. He didn’t want to discover what his reaction would be if he reached for him in dark of night only to find himself alone. After so many years without human contact, he rather thought he would react badly.
            “Are you all right?”
            He looked at Angeal and grimaced slightly. “Enhanced senses are not always a good thing,” he said, comforting himself that the flat response was not precisely a lie.
            Angeal smiled ruefully at that. While he had no trouble hearing Sephiroth, the music was aggravating his mako-sensitized ears too. “At least, Gen and Zack are having a good time.”
            Sephiroth cast another glance at his lover, who was alternately quoting Loveless, then explaining each passage, before shrugging. He slumped back into his chair with a sour expression. “At this rate, we’re going to have to carry them both back to their quarters,” he groused, crossing his arms over his chest.
            The other man uttered a low laugh. “I was already prepared to do that with Zack,” he said with a grin. “It’s Gen whose behavior I find shocking. I haven’t seen him cut loose like this since we were eighteen and promoted to First.”
            A small, almost wistful smile graced Sephiroth’s lips. He had been on his second tour in Wutai, and had missed his friends’ graduation to 1st Class, as well as the infamous celebration which had followed. “I wish I had been here for that,” he murmured with another sigh.
            “Be glad you weren’t,” Angeal with real horror. “I had to hold his hair most of the night while he prayed to the porcelain god.” At Sephiroth’s quizzical look, he explained, “It’s an expression. It means that he spent most of the night vomiting.”
            Another grimace, of sympathy, this time. Sephiroth had lost count of the nights he had spent ill thanks to Hojo’s various ‘treatments’ over the years. And yes, Genesis had held his hair out of the way, as had Angeal, on occasion. “Have I ever thanked you for doing the same for me?” he asked suddenly.
            Angeal only smiled and lifted his own drink, a plain brown bottle of beer, to his lips. “Every time, Seph, even though you didn’t have to.”
            Sephiroth returned the smile briefly, his own hand going to the stem of the neglected wine glass on the table before him. “Genesis told me why the two of you ended your relationship,” he said in a low, barely audible voice.
            The other man went still, midnight eyes flying to meet his own, and Sephiroth smiled sadly. “Why didn’t you ever tell me, Angeal?”
            Angeal released a harsh breath. “I didn’t see the point,” he answered carefully.
            Sephiroth’s eyes flickered as confusion shot through him. “But it was my fault,” he protested quietly.
            “No, it wasn’t.” Angeal raked his free hand through his black hair and attempted to explain. “Seph, Gen and I. . .our relationship wasn’t nearly as complicated as you think. You know that we weren’t exactly exclusive, right?”
            “I know that Genesis had other lovers,” Sephiroth acknowledged, long fingers absently toying with the smooth glass beneath them, as he avoided the other’s gaze. “I’ve always wondered how you dealt with that so well.”
            “Because I wasn’t in love with him.” Those green eyes shot to his, disbelief swirling in their gleaming depths, and Angeal frowned as he continued, “Genesis was--is--my best friend, Seph. I love him with everything in me. I can’t imagine my life without him. But it wasn’t like it is with you. We’re friends, Seph, in the truest sense of the word. The sex was just a bonus.”
            “A bonus,” Sephiroth repeated doubtfully.
            Angeal couldn’t contain his smile as he nodded in affirmation. “It was great sex, to be sure, but that’s all it was.”
            “Genesis said that it ended badly,” Sephiroth mimicked his frown as he looked away, “because of me.”
            Ah, Angeal thought with comprehension. Aloud, he said, “We fought, yes, but only because what he suggested would have been bad for you, and I didn‘t want him to talk you into doing something you weren’t ready for.”
            Silver hair cascaded over one shoulder as Sephiroth tilted his head. “Explain,” he demanded tersely.
            “Gods, Seph, this isn’t exactly a conversation I ever imagined having.” One silver brow lifted expectantly, and Angeal silently cursed their impulsive friend for not explaining this to the other man more thoroughly. “Sephiroth. . .I knew how you felt about him from the beginning. I also knew that you weren’t--that you didn’t--”
            He broke off, frustrated, shooting their mutual friend a dark look over his shoulder. He was so going to kill Genesis for this! “Look, Seph,” he said, turning back to face him, “I knew you were in love with Genesis, and that you wouldn’t be able to share him with anyone, alright? Can’t we just leave it at that?”
            Sephiroth merely gazed at him for a long moment, his expression all too solemn, before he said, “If you are worried about hurting my feelings, Angeal, you do so needlessly. I am well aware that you do not view me in such a fashion.”
            “You are?” the other man asked, his surprise obvious.
            “Of course.” Sephiroth smiled faintly. “You’re physical reaction to my presence has always been. . .tepid, at best. You are not attracted to me, nor have you ever been. To be quite frank, it has always relieved me to know that.”
            Angeal lifted both dark brows upon hearing that. “It has?”
            “Yes,” Sephiroth replied simply.
            “Well, uh, good.” The older man sat back, relaxing for the first time since their conversation began, and began to chuckle. “Hell, Sephiroth, you certainly know how to put a man on the spot.”
            An embarrassed flush crept into Sephiroth’s cheeks. “Forgive me, my friend. That was not my intention.”
            Now he blushes, Angeal thought, mentally rolling his eyes. “Forget about it, Seph. I understand. I hope I was able to set your mind at ease.”
            The younger man immediately nodded, the embarrassment replaced by the somberness Angeal had come to expect. “Thank you, for answering my questions. I did not feel comfortable discussing the subject with Genesis,” he added with a helpless shrug.
            Angeal smiled gently. “Completely understandable, Seph.”
            “Angeeeeaaal!”
            The normally courageous SOLDIER cringed as a very inebriated Zack wove his way unsteadily towards the table. The young First dropped heavily into his mentor’s lap, grinning happily as he asked, “Did you miss me, baby?”
            Sephiroth smothered a laugh with his hand as Angeal’s response was muffled by a very passionate, nearly pornographic kiss. He looked away, studying an old SOLDIER recruitment poster that was tacked on the wall, giving his friends at least the illusion of privacy. It was an older poster, he mused absently, taken after his first tour in Wutai. He had been a little shorter then, much slimmer, and his eyes had held a haunted quality that he hadn’t been able to hide. War had taken his innocence in a way that even Hojo had been unable to, and he wouldn’t have survived that loss if not for the two men who had befriended him so long ago.
            A heady, spicy scent wafted to him, and his nostrils flared slightly in response. Cinnamon, fire, and darkness, Sephiroth thought as his eyes fluttered closed. Genesis, his heart echoed. He smiled to himself as he sensed the familiar presence at his back, opening his eyes as he felt a hand comb through his long hair in the lightest of touches. He looked over his shoulder to find Genesis standing behind him, his auburn head cocked as he studied the poster with glowing azure eyes.
            “I’ve always hated that poster,” he murmured, half to himself.
            “Why?” Sephiroth asked with puzzlement.
            Genesis didn’t answer as he ran his hand over the back of Sephiroth’s head, the look in his pale blue eyes suggesting that he was seeing not the poster, but something else entirely. Sephiroth shot a quick look around the room, relieved to see that no one had noticed the other man’s obviously habitual action. Regardless of what his friend had intimated earlier, they had yet to discuss revealing the true nature of their relationship, and until Genesis himself chose to do so, it must remain carefully hidden.
            “You were so beautiful back then,” Genesis said at last, his voice holding a wistful quality Sephiroth didn’t understand. “I remember how excited we all were when we got the news that they were finally shipping you out. Do you?”
            “Yes,” Sephiroth muttered with distaste at the memory, “I remember.”
            “You were going to conquer Wutai and return a hero. Goddess, but I was jealous.” Genesis shook his head, sending fiery strands dancing around his face. “I remember thinking, ‘Why him? Why not me?’ “
            Sephiroth winced at that. “Gen--”
            “And then you came back, and you were different.” Genesis paused, his focus returning as he looked down at the man he had envied for so long. “You were always quiet, but after Wutai, you stopped talking altogether. You wouldn’t discuss it, you wouldn’t share your adventures with us, and it made me angry because I didn’t understand why.”
            “I know,” Sephiroth said on a sigh. “And for that, I truly am sorry.”
            “Don’t be.” The other man smiled down at him, but it wasn’t a happy gesture. “If I’d known what the war was going to do to you, I would have begged you not to go.”
            Sephiroth didn’t how to respond to that, so he simply remained silent. Genesis was right. Wutai had changed him, and not for the better.
            “You were like a ghost, Seph. You never spoke unless it was absolutely necessary, and you avoided everyone. You even stopped sparring with us. You’ll never know how much that hurt,” he added, his rich voice reflecting that hurt.
            “Genesis. . .”
            His voice trailed off as Genesis looked away, his eyes focusing on the poster once more. “I hate how they exploited what Wutai had done to you,” the other man said at length. “It hurt you on levels I’ve never understood, even after I was sent to the front lines. Wutai was a beautiful country, and while I hated defiling it, it was simply what I was paid to do, and a chance to fight for the glory it had given you. But you were different. For you, Wutai became a symbol for something I still don’t fully understand. And the horrors it left in your mind. . .”
            Genesis shuddered as he remembered how exhausted Sephiroth had seemed after that first Wutaian tour. He had been home for nearly five months, and they had only spoken to him a handful of times. Sephiroth had taken to hiding in his apartment, even going so far as to change the locks to assure that no one could bother him. He and Angeal had known that something was wrong, but they hadn’t known what, and they had been determined to find out. They had forced their way into Sephiroth’s apartment despite his tired protests, armed with a bottle of his favorite wine and three large pizzas. They had plied him with food and conversation for nearly three hours, hoping he would choose to share what was troubling him. Much to their chagrin, Sephiroth had fallen asleep on his rather uncomfortable leather sofa, a full glass of wine still clutched in his hands.
            It wasn’t until Genesis had made the mistake of trying to take the glass that they’d had even an inkling of what he had been going through. Sephiroth had awakened in a blur of motion, lashing out in an instinctive attempt to defend himself, before his mind had even registered that he was awake. Genesis had found himself on the floor, Sephiroth’s hands wrapped around his neck, that bigger body pushing his own into the carpet.
            Angeal had tried to stop him and been shoved so hard that he had left a man-sized hole in the wall when he landed. Genesis had taken advantage of the momentary distraction--he’d had only one hand on his throat for a few moments--grabbed a handful of that long silver hair and yanked hard. The action had pulled Sephiroth’s face close to his, and Genesis had done the only thing he could think of. He had kissed him.
            The memory of Sephiroth’s instant and surprisingly passionate response resonated through him, and his body tightened accordingly. Sephiroth had been both confused and embarrassed as he’d come back to himself. He had stammered out an apology and never spoke of it again. After that night, he and Angeal had taken turns staying with their damaged friend. He had seen a side of Sephiroth that he hadn’t realized existed, and their friendship had deepened as a result. It had taken another year for him to find the courage to approach Sephiroth, but once he had...
            Genesis looked down at his lover once more, smiling as he reached out with a red-gloved hand, and tucked a lock of shimmering silver hair behind his ear. “I believe we have a discussion to finish,” he stated simply.
            Sephiroth drew a sharp breath as the other man moved away. He watched as Genesis grabbed a chair and moved it close to his own, making no attempt to keep a proper physical distance between them as he seated himself. “Genesis. . .”
            Genesis arched one fiery brow even as he reached out and pulled a section of heavy silver hair back over his shoulder in one of his favorite--though usually private--gestures of affection. “Yes, Sephiroth?” he questioned, a smirk flirting with the corners of his mobile lips.
            “Perhaps, we should take this discussion elsewhere,” he suggested, his deep voice even despite the erratic pounding of his heart. “Somewhere more. . .private?”
            “Mmmmm.” Genesis leaned towards him, azure eyes clear and sober despite the amount of alcohol he had consumed, and rested his chin on Sephiroth’s leather-clad shoulder. “No, I don’t think that will be necessary, Seph. I’m quite comfortable where I am, thank you very much.”
            Sephiroth’s hands fluttered in an uncharacteristically restless motion before settling on the table once more. “Someone will see,” he said in a low voice.
            The other man shifted closer, setting one arm carelessly across the back of his chair. “I don’t care what any of these people think of me, Seph. Do you?” he countered suddenly.
            “Of course not,” Sephiroth answered more sharply than he had intended.
            “Then, I fail to see the problem.” Genesis studied him for a moment before lifting his free hand to that angelic face. He trailed his red-gloved fingers along the curve of Sephiroth’s jaw, sighing a little as his lover stoically ignored the caress. “You once told me that you didn’t want to hide what we had. Have you changed your mind?”
            Sephiroth turned to him then, silver-green eyes locking on his, their lips mere inches apart. “No,” he answered finally, his voice little more than a whisper.
            The smirk softened as Genesis plunged his hand into that fall of moonlit hair. “Then, kiss me,” he murmured, his smooth voice rife with both excitement and determination, “right here, right now, in front of all these people.”
            Sephiroth leaned towards him and hesitated, oblivious to the eyes on them, as he searched his lover’s gaze for reassurance. Genesis merely lifted one auburn brow and waited to see if Sephiroth was brave enough to take the step that had always terrified him. Unlike his powerful lover, Genesis was well aware of the attention they had drawn, of the hush that had fallen over the room. Even Angeal and Zack had come up for air and were waiting for Sephiroth’s reaction to his challenge.
            And it was a challenge. Whether Sephiroth realized it or not, this was a test. It might be not fair, but Genesis had to know if Sephiroth meant all of the beautifully-voiced sentiments he was so fond of uttering when they were alone. And, when it came down to it, he was tired of hiding who and what he was, and what they were together. If Angeal and Zack could brave the consequences of making their relationship public, then it was past time that he and Sephiroth did the same.
            Sephiroth struggled to control the tremor in his hand as he lifted his own hand to cup Genesis’ face. “There will be talk,” he warned, green eyes anxious as they searched his own. “Repercussions, as well.”
            “I don’t care,” Genesis told him stubbornly. “I’m not ashamed of you, Seph, and I could give a fuck what anyone thinks of me. If you care about me as much as I think you do, you’ll do this for me. For us,” he added meaningfully.
            A sudden smile blossomed on Sephiroth’s patrician features at the rather passionate demand. “I can think of nothing I’d like more than to show the world how much you mean to me,” he murmured before brushing his lips across the other man’s.
            True to his tempestuous nature, Genesis thrust both hands into his hair and immediately deepened the kiss. Sephiroth laughed into his mouth, the sound muffled by a bold tongue, as Genesis dropped one hand to the lapel of his jacket. Using it leverage, the fiery First pulled himself onto Sephiroth’s lap, never once breaking the intimate contact. Sephiroth tilted his head back, his hands snaking around Genesis’ slim waist to hold him place, and let his hot-blooded lover have his way.
            Genesis’ mouth moved urgently over his, his hands moving through Sephiroth’s hair to cup the back of his head. He felt Sephiroth’s hands drop to his hips and twisted slightly, swallowing his lover’s gasp as he brushed the bulge that strained against the confines of butter-soft leather. Sephiroth’s desire only fueled his own, and he had to forcibly remind himself of where they were, even as need threatened to steal what little was left of his restraint.
            Goddess, but he felt so fucking free. For the first time in his life, Genesis found that he didn’t care how others might view him. Yes, he was fucking Sephiroth, but that had nothing to do with his position within Shinra Inc.. He was a SOLDIER 1st Class, and he had earned his rank. If anyone even hinted otherwise, they’d find themselves on the wrong end of Rapier. But for now. . .
            Genesis wrenched his mouth from Sephiroth’s, his breath coming in harsh pants, and murmured, “Take me home.”
            Sephiroth gazed up at him with glowing green eyes, a faint blush tinting his alabaster skin, and exhaled shakily. “Yes,” he answered simply.
            He watched the other man slide off of his lap and had to bite back a moan of protest. They’d be alone soon enough. He rose to his own feet, becoming aware of the attention they had garnered with their little display, and smirked to himself. No, Genesis had nothing to fear. He was far from ashamed of him.
            He nodded to Angeal and Zack as he set a possessive hand at the small of Genesis’ back, but didn’t bother to speak. He simply ushered his lover out of the mess and into the elevator. He pushed the button for the 70th floor, waited for the doors to slide closed, and reached for the other man.
            Genesis laughed wickedly as he was pressed up against the glass wall of the elevator. “Here?” he questioned with mock amazement. “Why, Seph, I never would have taken you for a closet exhibitionist.”
            Sephiroth flashed a wonderfully malevolent smile and thrust his hips into the other man’s. Genesis gasped as he felt the hard length of Sephiroth’s erection rubbing against his, his head falling back against the cool glass, and Sephiroth laughed deeply. “You were saying, kitten?”
            Sharp teeth scraped the sensitive flesh of his neck, and Genesis grasped the straps of Sephiroth’s weapons harness to anchor himself. “Fucking hell, Sephiroth.” He was nearly frantic as he began to roll his hips against the other man’s, letting out a sharp cry as those teeth closed on his flesh in response. Sephiroth’s answering moan ripped through them both as he dropped his hands to cup the firm mounds of Genesis’ ass. His rubbed himself urgently against his lover’s arousal, silently damning the clothes which kept them apart, shuddering violently as he felt Genesis quake beneath his touch.
            “Mine.”
            It was growled against his throat, and Genesis couldn’t prevent the whimper of pleasure that escaped him in response. Goddess help him, but he loved it when Sephiroth went caveman on him, no matter how demeaning his intellect found it to be. “Yours,” he rasped in agreement, turning his head to blindly seek the other man’s mouth.
            Sephiroth lifted his head and slanted his mouth over Genesis’ just as the elevator came to a shuddering stop. Genesis jerked away, his blue eyes widening with disbelief, before smacking the back of his head on the glass enclosure in a gesture of extreme frustration. “Motherfucker!’
            Sephiroth couldn’t contain a laugh as the doors dinged and slid open. “I quite agree,” he said dryly, if unevenly. He ignored the dark look his lover cast him as he stepped away, taking the other man’s hand in his. “Shall we?”
            “Oh, hell yes, we shall!” Genesis declared before practically dragging him out of the elevator. Low, delighted laughter echoed through the hall, and Genesis couldn’t help but smile with smug satisfaction at the sound. He might belong to Sephiroth, but the other man was his, as well.
            They came to a halt outside of Sephiroth’s apartment, and he watched with greedy eyes as Sephiroth ran his keycard through the scanner. Even that simple gesture was marked by the sinuous grace that was such an integral part of the man, and Genesis could only sigh in wonder. Watching Sephiroth move was poetry in motion, and Genesis had always adored his poetry.
            “You’re fucking beautiful, Sephiroth,” he told the other man in a soft voice.
Sephiroth half-turned towards him, surprise shaping his angelic features, as he pushed the door open. “I am pleased that you think so,” he returned with a hint of a smile.
            Genesis returned that smile as Sephiroth stepped back, gesturing for him to proceed. He crossed the threshold slowly, twisting so that his body brushed the other man’s as he passed. Sephiroth’s shaky intake of breath did wonders for his ego, and he found himself smirking again as he heard the door close behind him. He reached out and flipped the light switch beside the door, not wanting to miss a moment of what was to come. Soft white light from numerous lamps filled the spacious living room, a necessary concession for Sephiroth’s mako-sensitive eyes.
            His knew his own were glowing as he turned to face his striking lover. “I’ve always thought so, you know.” His tone was almost conversational as he removed his gloves and tossed them aside, the crimson trench quickly following. “The first time that I saw your picture in the paper I was so turned on that I masturbated to it for almost an hour.”
            Sephiroth paused in the act of unfastening his own coat, those cat-like green eyes going wide, and he uttered a low laugh as he added, “I still have that picture somewhere. I’ll have to dig it out sometime and reenact the moment for you.”
            Sephiroth’s patrician features took on an exasperated cast. “You are teasing me,” he stated with certainty.
            “Of course, I am,” Genesis replied as he unhooked his weapons harness and dropped the belt to the floor. “That doesn’t make it any less true.”
            Two silver brows shot up as Sephiroth shed his trademark black trench. It fell away to reveal flawless ivory skin with a pearly sheen that almost seemed to glow under the dim lighting. Genesis’ hands slowed on his own clothing as he watched Sephiroth peel his weapons harness away from his waist, revealing the sculpted muscles of his abdomen. His breath hitched as Sephiroth went to work on his boots, his hair spilling over his broad shoulders in a torrent of moonspun silver, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out.
            Sephiroth stilled as he felt Genesis’ hand sift through his hair. He looked up to find the other man gazing down at him with something akin to fascination and felt his heart skip a beat. He didn’t speak as he held the uncomfortable position, mesmerized by the curious combination of heat and tenderness in those flaming azure orbs as they roved over his face. He swallowed a moan as Genesis’ hand slid down to cup his face, the pad of his thumb brushing over the vulnerable skin of Sephiroth’s bottom lip.
            “I wasn’t just teasing you,” the other man whispered before stepping away.
            Sephiroth watched him walk towards the bedroom with uncertain eyes. This was a side of Genesis he had never encountered before, and he nearly panicked as he realized that he didn’t know what his response should be. Should he follow and try to soothe the other man, even though he hadn’t seemed to be in pain? Or should he ignore the moment altogether and pretend that it hadn’t occurred? So much depended on keeping Genesis happy that he was suddenly terrified that he would fail him as he had once before, and that all would be lost.
            He swallowed hard and slowly made his way towards the other room, wincing a little as the lights suddenly came on inside. He was still agonizing over what course of action he should take when Genesis appeared in the doorway. The other man was leaning casually against the doorframe, toying with one of his asymmetrical earrings, a sensual smile playing on his rose-colored lips. A sultry look shaped his aristocratic features, echoed in the endless blue of his eyes, as he lowered his free hand to cup his own throbbing erection through the soft leather of his pants.
            “Coming, moonbeam?”
            That was all it took. Sephiroth was on him in an instant, his cat-like green eyes narrowed hungrily as he reached for him, all uncertainty swept away in a tidal wave of need. Genesis let himself be swept up against that lean body, reveling in the power he felt beneath all those coiled muscles, and wrapped his legs around Sephiroth’s waist. He thrust both hands into Sephiroth’s hair, tightened his hold, and tugged with all of his SOLDIER strength.
            They tumbled onto the bed in a jumble of leather, skin, and heat. Genesis tore at the button of Sephiroth’s leather pants, nearly tearing it from its mooring in his haste. Sephiroth growled and reared back, using both hands to literally tear the thick material away from his body. He threw the remnants of his pants to the floor before lowering his body once more, settling in the snug cradle of Genesis’ thighs. He slammed his mouth over his lover’s, his control nearly gone as a slick tongue tangled heatedly with his own.
            Genesis returned the kiss wildly as he tugged at the hem of his own shirt, groaning to communicate his displeasure. He wanted the damned thing off. Another growl, and Sephiroth simply tore the cowl-neck from his body. He reached for Genesis’ own leather pants and Genesis stopped him by laying a quick hand over his own. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he declared shakily. “You can destroy your clothes if you want, but you are not damaging any more of mine.”
            Sephiroth stared at him for a long, tense moment before nodding curtly. Raw lust shaped his angelic features, giving them a sinister cast, as he backed away long enough to watch his lover remove them. Genesis cast a pointed look at his boots, azure eyes lingering for a moment, and he hastily finished the job he had started in the other room. His glowing green gaze never left Genesis as that strong, sinuous body was bared before him, and he found himself fighting a frighteningly strong urge to weep at the sheer beauty of his fierce kitten.
            Genesis shivered under the intensity of those emotion-filled eyes as he kicked the last of his clothing away. He laid back on the big bed, knowing how much Sephiroth loved the contrast between his fiery hair, pale skin, and the jet-black comforter beneath him, and smiled as he opened his arms. “Fuck me, Sephiroth.”
            Sephiroth bent down to him, letting himself be drawn into the embrace of the only love he had ever known, and sighed roughly. “Genesis.”
            “I’m here, Seph.” Genesis stroked his hair back from his face, gazing up into patrician features that were the epitome of male perfection, and smiled slowly. “I liked the way you looked in your boots and nothing else. You’ll have to wear them for me some other time.”
            A startled laugh escaped Sephiroth as he lowered his head to nuzzle the pale cream of Genesis’ neck. “I’ll wear whatever you wish,” he returned in a hoarse whisper, “so long as you allow me to touch you as I am now.”
            A warm feeling that had nothing to do with sex crept through Genesis at those heartfelt words. He twined his twined his hands through that thick fall of hair and held Sephiroth close, trembling as he felt a feather-soft kiss pressed to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear. He slid one hand down Sephiroth’s supple back, stroking the hollow where his spine met his perfect ass. His breath halved as Sephiroth’s cock twitched against his own, and he began a slow undulation that had the other man writhing helplessly atop him.
            He urged the other man’s mouth back to his, his tongue sliding between swollen lips, warm, wet, and insistent. Sephiroth angled his head to deepen the kiss, and Genesis raked his nails lightly down one firm buttock in response. He loved the way Sephiroth shuddered against him, how those pale hands with their long fingers came up to frame his face, holding him as though he were precious to the other man. For all of his faults, for all of his insufferable, infuriating, domineering ways, Sephiroth never failed to make him feel special, to make him feel. . .loved.
            Sephiroth threaded his hands through silken strands of fire as he devoured the other man’s mouth. Genesis was making those breathy noises in the back of his throat, the gasps and mewls that indicated his mounting pleasure, and caused his own body to respond with an intensity that bordered on madness. A slim hand snaked between them to stroke his pulsing length, and Sephiroth could only groan helplessly as his body burned. The hot moisture of their shared pre-come was spread over him, and his hips jerked reflexively as his slick erection slid against Genesis’ with shattering ease.
            “Koneko,” he breathed brokenly, the Wutaian endearment filled with a reverence he couldn’t conceal. “Souseiki.”
            Genesis cried out as he heard his name spoken in a language not his own, but so filled with emotion that he couldn’t mistake it for anything else. “Sephiroth,” he whispered thickly, his voice filled with urgency as he clung to the other man. “Fuck me, Seph. Fuck me, now. Don’t make me wait. Please, please, fuck me--”
            A voracious mouth cut off his words, Sephiroth’s lips closing over his with bruising strength. He felt Sephiroth shift, felt his hand touch their joined erections, and shuddered violently. He pushed against his hand, silently demanding more, and was rewarded with a firm pump that had him arching off of the bed and against the other man. His hands dropped away to tangle in the comforter as Sephiroth continued to stroke him, bringing him oh-so-close brink of orgasm, only to gentle his touch at the last possible moment.
            “No,” he mewled with a combination of disappointment and frustration so potent that Sephiroth could virtually taste it. “I‘m so close. Sephiroth, don’t you fucking dare stop, now!”
            Sephiroth lifted his head, silver-green eyes catching and holding blue-hued ones, his hair forming a shimmering curtain around them. He slid one muscular leg under Genesis’ thigh as his wet fingers crept down to the shadowed cleft between his buttocks. A high, breathless gasp escaped swollen pink lips as Sephiroth carefully traced the gathered skin that all but begged for his touch. He pressed gently, his eyes trained on Genesis’, watching for the slightest sight of discomfort. Genesis only groaned and pushed against the invading digit in a silent command for more.
            He withdrew only to reposition himself and add a second finger. Genesis’ eyes, the shimmering blue of the sky on a brisk spring day, flashed with the force of his arousal, and Sephiroth drew a sharp breath as his own body tightened painfully in response. He stretched his lover with delicate care, adding a third finger, lust stealing his ability to do more than breath as Genesis writhed beneath him. His heart hammered against his ribs, his own anticipation rushing through him, as he curled his fingers and brushed the prostrate with the lightest of touches.
            Genesis stiffened, his lithe body going taut, as pleasure streaked through him. He could only stare into Sephiroth’s eyes--those damnedably beautiful emerald eyes with their icy sheen of cool silver--as his lover stroked his most sensitive spot with unerring accuracy. His hips surged against Sephiroth’s hand of their own accord, and he brought his hands up to grip the pale perfection of Sephiroth’s shoulders, his only haven in the maelstrom his magnificent lover had created inside of him.
            “S-Sephiroth!” he gasped, blunt nails digging into alabaster skin. “Inside. Now!”
            Sephiroth drew away only long enough to kneel between Genesis’ trembling thighs. He drew one hand along the length of his own erection, spreading his own moisture over himself, and slowly pressed forward. There was only the slightest bit of resistance before he found himself completely enveloped in white-hot heat. He gripped a creamy thigh with one trembling hand, using the other to balance himself as he drew a long, smooth leg up and around his waist, and began to thrust.
            He was lost in sensation, drowning in Genesis’ fire, entranced by the utter and absolute beauty of him. Genesis was crying out with every breath that he took, his hands clenching in the hair that fell between them, his unforgettable azure eyes blazing as he spiraled closer and closer to completion. Sephiroth dropped to one elbow, shifting a bit awkwardly to cup Genesis’ face in one hand, as he reached down and grasped Genesis’ swollen length with the other.
            “Genesis,” he murmured, his deep voice rough with emotion as he stared into those soul-shattering eyes, “I love you.”
            Genesis’ eyes widened with shock at the same moment his orgasm hit him with full, shattering force. He screamed Sephiroth’s name as he came, nearly sobbing as he spilled his seed over his lover’s hand and his own stomach. His inner muscles clamped down frantically on Sephiroth’s cock, who groaned deeply as he tumbled over the edge with him.
            Sephiroth slumped bonelessly on top of him, drained both physically and emotionally, and hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake that would cost him the only man he had ever loved.
            Genesis lay stunned beneath him, his heart still pounding in the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. Sephiroth had told him that he loved him, he thought dazedly. Sephiroth loved him, Genesis Rhapsodos, a little nobody from the backwater town of Banora. What the hell kind of cosmic joke was this?
            Sephiroth was silent above him, his face hidden in the crook of Genesis’ shoulder, his body trembling with aftershocks. Genesis lifted his arms and slowly stroked the back of his head, feeling him shudder at the touch with something akin to amazement. Sephiroth loved him. Sephiroth, the legend, the hero, loved him.
            Sephiroth could have anyone he wanted--man or woman--and Genesis knew it. In the back of his mind, he had always feared that Sephiroth become fed up with his bullshit and leave. He knew better than anyone how difficult he was to get along with. Yet, Sephiroth had always stayed, waiting to welcome him back with open arms whenever they separated after a fight. He had always been there, and finally, Genesis was beginning to believe that he always would be.
            Still, he couldn’t leave it like this. He had to hear it again now the haze of lust was no longer affecting Sephiroth’s judgment. He had to know that he was enough for the man he given six yours of his life to. “Did you mean it?”
            Sephiroth stirred at the quiet, fearful whisper. He raised his head, emotion darkening his mako-green eyes, as he murmured a simple, “Yes.”
            Genesis hugged him, burying his face in sweat-dampened silver hair, as emotion brought a lump to his throat. “Sephiroth,” he breathed unevenly, blinking rapidly as moisture filled his eyes, “ I. . .”
            Strong arms tightened convulsively around him even as Sephiroth said, “I don’t expect you to say it in return. I merely wanted you to know how I feel. It is my hope that you will never again question how important you are to me.”
            Genesis shivered at the intensity lurking just beneath those calmly uttered words. He gazed up at Sephiroth mutely, unaware of how vulnerable he looked, and Sephiroth managed a tired smile. He shifted and pulled the covers down, then reached out and lifted his stunned lover in his arms. He set Genesis down on the plain black sheets, sighing a little as he trailed one hand down the corded length of one slender arm.
            “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, lingering for a moment before forcing himself to pull away.
            Genesis watched him disappear into the bathroom, a slow tremor working its way through the length of his body. He had never examined his own feelings for Sephiroth very closely, too afraid of what he might find. It was bad enough that Sephiroth had such a profound effect on his physical senses, he had always reasoned, so why give any more of himself than he already had? He had to keep something for himself, didn’t he?
            Sephiroth came back with a damp washcloth, his angelic features calm, as he began to clean his lover’s body. Genesis could only lay there and watch, shivering a bit as the soft cloth was run lovingly over his sensitized skin. Sephiroth glanced at him from time to time, never pausing in his ministrations, a tender expression in his pale green eyes. He didn’t speak, but Genesis didn’t expect him to. He had just bared his soul to him, and had received nothing in return. Genesis knew had no right to ask for anything more, no right at all.
            He waited until Sephiroth had cleaned himself, turned off the light, and pulled the covers over them to speak. “Sephiroth?”
            Sephiroth pulled him into his arms, sighing contentedly as he turned his face into his hair. “Yes, kitten?”
            Genesis brushed his lips over Sephiroth’s heart as he murmured, “I’m sorry.”
            “Don’t be.” Soft lips touched the crown of his head, and Genesis blinked back another onslaught of unexpected tears. “You’ve given me more than I ever thought to have. For that, I thank you.”
            Genesis lay there long after Sephiroth fell asleep, blue eyes glowing as he gazed unseeingly into the dark, held securely in the arms a man who loved him, and hated himself.
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