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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 Fourteen
       ‘Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface, quietly, but surely’ -Loveless, ACT IV
            “Wutai!” The word was emphasized by the flat thump of low-heeled boots as they met plush burgundy carpet. “Fucking Wutai!”
            The mood was tense as Sephiroth watched Genesis pace the length of his dramatically-colored bedroom. Every so often he would pause, wrench some clothing off a hangar or out of a drawer, and angrily toss it into an open duffel bag on the bed, ranting all the while. Sephiroth merely stood against the far wall, well out of his way, as he watched the consequences of the previous night’s impetuousness come back to haunt them both.
            “I would have thought you would be pleased with this assignment,” he responded as calmly as he could. Genesis whirled around, nailing him with an angry glare, and he sighed as he added, “You have always been fond of Wutai, Gen.”
            “That’s not the fucking point,” Genesis hissed, incensed. He jerked open his nightstand drawer, withdrawing several materia orbs and slipping them into the lining of his scarlet duster. “This is utter and complete bullshit, Sephiroth. They’re only doing this to separate us, and they have no fucking right to.”
            Sephiroth folded his arms over his chest, falling silent as he struggled to control the fear that had swept over him the moment Lazard had informed them of Genesis’ ‘mission’. Genesis had been assigned to oversee the reconstruction of the Kenji garrison, which had suffered a great deal of damage during recent strikes by Wutaian insurgents. The 2nd Class SOLDIER who had been in charge of the garrison was missing, and part of Genesis’ duties would be to organize a search-and-rescue operation once the fort’s defenses had been repaired.
            It was also where Genesis had been stationed when he had deserted, taking nearly all of the Seconds and Thirds who had served under him with him. Sephiroth had to remind himself that it was different this time, that Genesis didn’t know of the circumstances surrounding his conception, and that the degradation had yet to be discovered.
            It didn’t help.
            “I can’t fucking believe they’re doing this,” Genesis continued to rage, making rather flamboyant gestures with both hands to emphasize his words. “Angeal’s fucking his seventeen-year-old student, but do they care about that? Oh, no, they’re worried about their prize General screwing little ole’ me.”
            Sephiroth hid a wince at that. He lowered his head, taking refuge behind a veil of ridiculously long platinum hair, while vivid emerald eyes tracked every movement his angry lover made. So far, Genesis hadn’t turned his rage on him, but he was taking no chances. While he wasn’t afraid of Genesis hurting him physically, the other man was capable of causing him a great deal of emotional harm when he was in such a mood. He never meant to, of course, but Genesis’ tumultuous nature often left those around him wounded in its unpredictable wake.
            “I mean, they’re sending me to the Kenji region, of all fucking places. There’s absolutely nothing fucking out there!” Genesis glared down at the duffel bag as he realized that he would have to refold all of his clothes if he had any hope of making them fit in the large piece of baggage. “Shit!”
            He lifted the duffel bag angrily and shook the contents onto the black-and-crimson coverlet below. He set the bag down, sat next to it, and angrily began to fold his clothes. He was beyond pissed. He didn’t appreciate having his personal life censured by his hypocritical employers. They had no right to dictate who he could and could not sleep with. So long as it didn’t affect his work, it was none of their fucking business.
            He’d told Lazard so, his furious words going well beyond the line of insubordination in the process. Lazard had at least had the grace to look embarrassed as he’d dismissed him. Angeal had echoed his sentiment with a bit more restraint, while Zack had looked on uncomfortably, probably dreading what Lazard was going to say about them. Sephiroth hadn’t said much, but then again, he never did.
            Genesis shot a glance in his direction, and was surprised to see that the Silver General was sitting calmly at the foot of the bed, folding the clothes that lay within his reach. Nonplussed, he stared at the other man, a part of him protesting that such an important figure shouldn’t be doing something so mundane as folding his clothing, while the rest of him was simply touched that Sephiroth would bother doing so at all.
            He thought of the night before, and Sephiroth’s terrifyingly sincere declaration of love, and worried about how this separation might affect him. “Are you going to be okay with this?” he asked with concern.
            Sephiroth paused, his hands clenching in the soft fabric of one scarlet shirt. A small smile that didn’t quite hide his apprehension curved his bow lips, and something in Genesis’ chest ached to see it. “I will miss you,” Sephiroth answered in a low voice, “but I will be fine.”
            Genesis harrumphed at that. “‘Fine’, huh?” He dropped the shirt he was holding and drew his knees up onto the bed. Crawling on all fours, he crept across the too-soft mattress, carelessly trampling all of his lover’s hard work. Sephiroth was watching him with a quiet stillness, something close to fear lurking in the depths of his silver-green eyes, and Genesis’ heart turned over even as he smiled with all of the wickedness he could muster. “Oh, I’ll make sure you miss me, moonbeam.”
            The silver-haired warrior merely shook his head, his smile widening just a bit. “We don’t have time to have sex before you leave, Genesis.”
            “Sure we do,” Genesis crooned, arching his back as he stretched to reach the strong column of Sephiroth’s throat. He pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the pale skin, waiting for the quiet gasp that never failed to excite him. Once he heard it, he angled his head and bit down hard.
            Sephiroth moaned sharply as his body sprang to sudden, aching life. He thrust one hand into the fiery halo of Genesis’ hair, the other splayed on the mattress behind him for support. His head fell back as that devastating mouth continued to move over him, tongue and teeth and lips ravaging him in deliciously carnal ways. Genesis’ mouth slid over his collarbone, licking the slight indentation there, before tracing the crisscrossing straps of his weapons harness with his tongue, and Sephiroth could do nothing but shiver helplessly in response.
            Genesis glanced up at his lover as he reached for the single silver clasp that held Sephiroth’s leather trench closed. The other man had his head thrown back, eyes closed, his hair spilling over and around him in an iridescent silver fall. Genesis could hear the erratic beat of his heart, echoed in the harsh breaths escaping his parted pink lips, and knew in that moment that Sephiroth was truly his.
            “I want you,” he muttered, closing his own eyes briefly as Sephiroth’s hand clenched in his hair. “I know you want me, too.”
            “Yes,” came the honest, ragged response.
            Genesis said nothing more as he wrenched the coat open. He leaned forward and reached around his lover to unfasten the wide weapons belt. He pulled the belt and harness away and dropped them to the floor, reaching for Sephiroth once more. He paused as he realized that he was wearing his gloves and hurriedly removed them. He set both hands on the sculpted wall of Sephiroth’s torso, thumbing two pink nipples into hardened nubs. Sephiroth’s breath caught audibly, his back bowing as he arched into the caress, and Genesis swept his tongue over one sensitive peak.
            Sephiroth groaned deeply, cupping the back of his head to hold him place, as his body hardened until he could no longer think. Every whisper of movement, every frantic beat of his heart, was echoed in the hard length that strained unrelentingly against the confining barrier of his pants. Shinra, Hojo, Jenova, his fears for the future. . .all of it faded away, his world narrowing until only Genesis remained, fire and heat and darkness incarnate.
            “Genesis,” he whispered thickly, following the urgings of his lover’s hands and laying back on the bed. The other man shushed him, hands moving to unfasten his pants, and Sephiroth opened pleasure-heavy lids to watch his heart touch him as no one else ever had.
            His pants were dragged down his legs until they snagged on the top of his thigh-high boots. Instead of removing them, Genesis merely wiggled his slender body until he was wedged tightly between powerful alabaster thighs. Deceptively slim hands swept down his sides, smoothed over his thighs, cleverly avoiding the one area they were wanted the most. Genesis slid those hands up the back of his legs, cupping his buttocks and squeezing gently. Sephiroth shuddered and opened his legs as far as his restricting clothing would allow, tensing slightly as slender fingers pressed teasingly close to the heart of him, then withdrew. He could only watch, fists clenched in the expensive bedding, as his lover paused and raised his head.
            It was a sight he would never forget, no matter what the future held for them. Molten strands of fire tumbled around Genesis’ fine-boned face, the pale cream of his skin flushed becomingly with passion. That wide, mobile mouth, pink lips swollen and wantonly parted, hovered teasingly just above his aching length. But, as always, it was Genesis’ eyes that held him captive. So pure a blue that they put the sky to shame, literally glowing as mako mixed with desire, filled with so many conflicting emotions that Sephiroth had never been able to decipher them all. They had haunted him for so long, and as Genesis held his gaze and slowly lowered his head, he knew without question that they always would.
            Sephiroth could only groan as he was immediately engulfed in soft, wet heat. It took all of his self-control not to thrust as Genesis drew him in deep, wrapped a strong hand around him, and immediately established a strong rhythm. Unlike their previous encounters, there was no teasing, no lingering caresses calculated to torment him into a sensual frenzy. There was only heat and hunger as Genesis slid his hand down the inside of his thigh and pressed one wet finger into him.
            Pleasure drew his body taut as he watched the other man, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Genesis watching him as he pleasured him. A second finger joined the first, and his breath caught, hitching audibly in the quiet room. He knew what was coming, and anticipation burned hotly through his body, pulling him towards the end more quickly than he would have liked. He lifted a shaking hand to Genesis’ head, careful to keep his touch light, and slid his fingers into silky auburn hair. The other man paused long enough to tilt his head into the caress, his eyes fluttering closed for a long moment, before sucking him with renewed vigor.
            Lightning shot through him as Genesis brushed his prostrate with perfect accuracy. Sephiroth stiffened, his back arching of its own volition, as pleasure drew his body taut. He was only seconds away from climaxing, and Genesis showed no signs of stopping, quickening his movements instead, touching that overly-sensitive spot in time with his rhythmic sucking. Sephiroth closed his eyes and gave him what he so obviously wanted, calling Genesis’ name in a strangled voice he didn’t recognize as his own, as the world disappeared in a flash of blue-tinged fire.
            When he came back to himself, Genesis was still kneeling between his thighs, his face pressed against Sephiroth’s stomach, his own breathing fast and shallow. Sephiroth ran his hand over his lover’s fiery hair, smiling tenderly at the tremor that shook Genesis’ trim frame. “Kitten,” he intoned softly, cupping slender shoulders and urging the other man up his body. “That was beautiful, but why did you take nothing for yourself?”
            Genesis smiled crookedly as he buried his face in the crook of Sephiroth’s shoulder. “I think I took enough last night, don’t you?”
            Sephiroth frowned as he twisted until he was lying on his side, pale green eyes searching those of his lover. The guilt he found in their sky-blue depths pulled a deep sigh from him. “Genesis,” he murmured, cupping his face in his hand, “you’ve taken from nothing from me that I have not given willingly.”
            “I know,” Genesis returned, his voice thick with more than unsatisfied lust, “but that doesn’t make it right. I care about you, Seph, I really do. It’s just--”
            He broke off, closing his eyes, and Sephiroth enfolded him in a tight embrace. “It’s all right, Gen.” He pressed his lips to the top of Genesis’ head, tightening his hold when the other man shuddered against him. “If I had known that it would affect you this way, I would not have told you. Please, believe that.”
            “Fuck, Seph,” Genesis whispered, his hands clutching at his back, “don’t say that. You have every right to your feelings, and the Goddess knows, I’m fucking honored that you feel that way. I just. . .wish that I could have-have. . .shit.”
            Sephiroth uttered a low laugh and hugged him hard. “My fierce kitten,” he said tenderly. “Don’t ever change, Genesis. I would be most displeased with you if you did.”
            Genesis frowned and wiggled until Sephiroth loosed his hold enough to raise his head, taken aback at the sheer joy he heard in deep, beautiful voice. “What are you so happy about?” he asked bewilderedly. “You told me you loved me and I flaked out on you. Why aren’t you pissed, or hurt, or. . .something?”
            Sephiroth could only shake his head, scattering his heavy silver mane as he did so. “I have no reason to be either angry or sad.” He leveled another smile at his confused lover, reaching out smooth his palm over one high-boned cheek. “You make me quite happy, Genesis. I do not need a quixotic declaration to make me so when I have you. To know that you care is more than enough for me.”
            Genesis stared at him, blinking rapidly, before a wide smile lit up his handsome face. He plunged his hands into Sephiroth’s hair and kissed him with all of the passion he could muster. He felt rather than heard Sephiroth’s quiet laugh as the other man rolled him onto his back. That long, deceptively lean body pressed into his, and he wrapped his leather-clad legs around Sephiroth’s bare hips in a less-than-subtle hint.
            “We really do not have time for this,” Sephiroth told him before catching his bottom lip between his own.
            A rush of broken breath was Genesis’ only response, and Sephiroth’s cock twitch warningly in response. “I felt that,” Genesis said smugly, and Sephiroth dropped his head to laugh into his hair.
            The peal of a phone ringing cut through the air, and Sephiroth froze, the innocuous sound cutting through him, as he realized what it meant. He tried to pull away, only to be stopped as Genesis tightened his legs. One auburn brow was raised, a dangerous glint in suddenly cool azure eyes, as Genesis pulled his PHS out of his coat. “Don’t even think about moving.” He flipped the red-and-black phone open, lifted it to his ear, and said, “General Rhapsodos speaking.”
            Genesis lifted his hand and trailed it down Sephiroth’s chest as he listened, and Sephiroth realized that the glint had not been meant for him. “Ah, yes, I realize that I am late, Director. As this mission was thrust on me rather suddenly, I’m sure you can understand why there’s been a slight. . .delay, hmmm?”
            Sephiroth merely raised both brows as his enhanced hearing picked up Lazard stuttering uncharacteristically in response. Genesis smiled with inborn arrogance as he loosened his legs a fraction, casually reaching down with his free hand to cup the suddenly tight spheres at the base of his lover’s rapidly growing erection. Sephiroth inhaled sharply, his head bowing, as a deft hand massaged his throbbing testicles. Genesis had always known precisely how to touch him to him to elicit the strongest reactions. It had been so since the very beginning, much to Sephiroth’s unending pleasure, as well as his occasional embarrassment.
            “I will be there as soon as I have put my affairs in order,” Genesis was saying, his azure eyes shining decadently, as he drew his hand up the hard length of Sephiroth’s erection. “If you have a problem with that, you can always demand my resignation.”
            Lazard was stammering out a denial because, of course, the last thing he wanted was to lose one of his best SOLDIERs. The redheaded First only made a non-committal noise as he brushed his thumb over the weeping head of his lover’s cock. He watched with a combination of tenderness and lust as Sephiroth arched into his palm, the long, the surprisingly dark gold of his lashes sweeping down to hide his glowing emerald eyes. Fucking beautiful, he thought with fascination, quickly losing interest in baiting his superior as the sheer sensuality of Sephiroth’s response began to interfere with his ability to both think and speak.
            “I’m sorry, Director, but I’m afraid something’s come up that demands my immediate attention. I’ll be down just as soon as I’ve taken care of it. Keep the men warm for me in the meantime, hmmm?”
            Genesis snapped the phone closed and tossed it aside, hunger driving him as he reached for the other man. Sephiroth growled low in his throat as his eyes snapped open, his restraint gone now that he no longer required it. He fell heavily on the other man, his hands working quickly to remove the clothing that separated him from the pale cream of Genesis’ flesh, and the man beneath him laughed with sensuous abandon.
            “Liked that, did you?” Smug aristocratic features slackened suddenly as long fingers delved into his pants and took his own cock in a tight grip. “Goddess,” he moaned as Sephiroth began to pump him urgently, “remind me to tease you more often!”
            Sephiroth didn’t respond as he hurriedly stripped his nearly forgotten trench from his shoulders with one shaking hand. He left his pants and boots where they were as he hurriedly stretched Genesis, not wanting to hurt his precious kitten as his own lust rose, threatening to overtake him. Genesis was gasping beneath him, his melodic voice breaking as he begged Sephiroth to fill him, and Sephiroth couldn’t help but respond.
            He turned the other man over, placed him on his knees, and pulled his beautiful ass up to meet his hips. “You’re mine,” he rumbled darkly, his instincts taking over as Genesis dropped his fiery head and reared back to meet him. “Say it, Genesis. I want to hear you say it.”
            “Y-yours,” Genesis panted, hands fisting in the coverlet as he rubbed his buttocks desperately over his lover’s hardness. “Gods, Seph, I’m yours!”
            Dark satisfaction pulsed through Sephiroth as he positioned himself at his lover’s entrance and carefully pushed. Genesis’ body clamped down immediately, and he closed his eyes as he began to move. He wrapped one arm around those slender hips as he thrust, bending over the other man until his chest rubbed his back with every move that he made. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the smooth skin of Genesis’ neck and shoulders, grunting as he brought his other hand around to stroke Genesis’ swollen length.
            Genesis could barely sob his lover’s name as Sephiroth fucked him harder than he ever had before. All he could see was the silver of Sephiroth’s hair as it pooled on the comforter beneath his head, and he reached back to thrust one hand in the silken mass, anchoring himself as everything but Sephiroth blurred out of focus. Sephiroth response was to bury his face in the crook of his shoulder and sink his teeth into the tender skin there.
            Genesis spurred him on with high, breathless cries, pushing back to meet him with equal strength, as his world was reduced to the utter rapture that only Sephiroth had ever been able to give him. Little flashes of white light danced around the edges of his vision as his orgasm loomed closer, and he reached back between his legs to grasp Sephiroth’s balls, determined to take him over the edge with him.
            They came at the same moment, locked together as pleasure blinded them to everything but each other. Genesis shivered as his little aftershocks shot through him, dim echoes of the sublime pleasure that Sephiroth had given him. He could feel Sephiroth’s body as it did the same, trembling against him as ragged breaths seared his shoulder. Suddenly, he was grateful for the superior strength he had always resented. The arm around his waist was the only thing keeping him upright.
            Sephiroth recovered first, his heart beating sluggishly as he moved them both to their sides. “Did I hurt you?” he asked with ragged concern.
            “Gods, no,” Genesis groaned thickly, shuddering in the aftermath of that devastating union. “If I were any better, I’d be dead!”
            Sephiroth let out a relieved breath and hugged him to him. “Good,” he stated with real relief. “I don’t know where that came from, Gen. I didn’t mean to be so--so. . .”
            “Completely and utterly fucking dominant?” Genesis finished for him.
            Sephiroth scowled even as he cuddled closer. “Yes,” he answered roughly.
            He could hear the smile in Genesis’ rich voice as he said, “Well, I think I can forgive you. Just this once, of course.”
            A shaky laugh escaped Sephiroth as he lifted his head to smile down at the other man, infinitely grateful that Genesis didn’t seem to resent his admittedly overbearing actions. “You realize that you ejaculated all over your clothing, don’t you?”
            Genesis cast a surprised look at the bed before shrugging negligently. “It was worth it,” he purred, twisting back to brush his lips over his lover’s. “You’ll pack for me while I take another shower, though, won’t you?”
            Sephiroth lifted one silver brow in an instinctively arrogant gesture. “I suppose that I could be persuaded to,” he murmured in an unconsciously seductive voice.
            Genesis sighed as that deep, dark voice washed over him. “Goddess, but I’m going to miss you, Seph.”
            Sephiroth’s smile vanished at the reminder of their imminent separation. “I’ll miss you, as well,” he returned all too somberly.
            Genesis turned until they were face-to-face, his blue eyes solemn as he raised a hand to brush Sephiroth’s hair away from his face. “Will you touch yourself and think of me while I’m gone?” he asked wistfully.
            That startled a laugh out of the silver-haired man. “Genesis, you are the most unique individual I have ever known.”
            “I’ll take that as a compliment,” Genesis replied, the smugness back in spades. “And, as a yes.”
            Sephiroth only shook his head, pale emerald eyes softening with emotion as he ran a hand down the other man’s side. “That was a yes,” he confirmed softly. “But you’d better get in the shower if you’re going to take one. Lazard won’t wait forever.”
            “Lazard can kiss my ass,” came the acerbic response. “I’m half tempted to give him my resignation, anyway, just to see what his reaction would be.”
            “Panic, most likely.” Sephiroth watched with affectionate appreciation as his lover sat up and ran a hand through his thoroughly disheveled auburn hair. “He’s smart enough to realize that if he loses one of the three us, the others will likely follow. After all, where would the Shinra army be without its much-touted Firsts?”
            Genesis, who had been sliding his feet to the floor, paused at those simply spoken words. He glanced at the other man, who had raised himself up on one elbow, and cocked his head to one side. “Would you really leave Shinra for me?” he asked quietly.
            “Of course.” Sephiroth looked up at him and smiled, not the faint smile that had been his only one for so long, but a happy, contented smile that spoke volumes and made a mockery of his reputed coldness. “My life here was. . .unpleasant before you and Angeal came. I would not wish to return to that existence. If you ever decide to go, do not doubt that I will follow, Gen. I would not be able to remain here without you.”
            Azure eyes flickered as Genesis looked away, taking refuge behind the mussed fringe of his hair. “But you were raised in Shinra,” he protested in quiet, subdued tones. “This is all you’ve ever known, Seph.”
            Sephiroth felt an almost overwhelming urge to confess the truth then. What would Genesis do if he were to discover that Sephiroth had not only left Shinra once, but that he had seen a great deal of the world through his clones, and that he had liked what he’d seen?
            He crushed the impulse, which would only lead to questions whose answers would precipitate the very destruction he was trying so hard to avoid, and forced himself to focus on the moment. He had never been good at dissembling, and he hated that he had to lie to his heart, even if only by omission. But Genesis must be kept ignorant of truth, or all would be lost.
            He pulled himself into a sitting position, absently pulling his pants up and fastening them, then reached for the other man. He slid his legs on either side of Genesis’ and pulled that lithe, muscled body back against his own. “There is an entire world out there, Gen, just begging to be explored. There are parts of Gaia where no man has tread, ” not yet, anyway, “and I am well aware of it. There is life beyond Shinra, and someday, I am going to see it all.”
            Sephiroth pressed a soft kiss to his temple as he added, “Ideally, with you at my side.”
            Genesis leaned back against him, disturbed on levels even he couldn’t comprehend, as he listened to Sephiroth talk about exploring the world. In ten years of friendship, he had never once realized how dissatisfied Sephiroth was with his life. He had fame, wealth, and the adulation of millions. Yes, he was little more than a weapon in the eyes of their employers, but he was important. He was Shinra’s golden boy. He had never been overlooked, never had to prove himself, because he had always been better, and a part of Genesis had always resented him for that.
            But things were different, now, damn it. Sephiroth had shown him that he wasn’t perfect, wasn’t infallible. He was more human than even he had ever guessed, and that made all the difference in the world. “Where would we go?” he asked at last, curious as to what Sephiroth’s imagination had conjured for them.
            “North,” Sephiroth answered promptly, thinking of the crystallized beauty of the Forgotten Capital. “There are supposed to be Cetra ruins beyond the Sleeping Forest. I would like to see them for myself.”
            “Hmmm.” Genesis smiled to himself at the quiet enthusiasm in his lover’s voice. He liked this side of Sephiroth—a lot. “I think I’d like that, Seph.”
            Sephiroth closed his eyes and nuzzled his cheek with his own. “Someday, I’ll take you there,” he told him, his deep voice full of promise. “We’ll stand where no man has ever walked, and I’ll kiss you senseless amidst all of that primordial beauty.”
            Genesis burst out laughing as he turned and pressed his lips against the other man‘s. “You’re becoming quite the poet,” he said in a pleased purr. “Before you know it, you’ll be quoting Loveless and annoying me in the process.”
            A deep chuckle escaped Sephiroth as he returned the tender kiss. “I doubt that I could ever do Loveless the justice that you do, Gen.”
            Genesis flushed with pleasure at that. “Compliments will get you everywhere, moonbeam.”
            Sephiroth’s smile deepened with dark sensuality as he said, “Tell me something that I do not know, kitten.”
            A snort sounded, and Genesis whacked him lightly on the cheek. “Don’t get cocky,” he said as he pulled away. “At least, not until I have the time to take care of it for you.”
            Fear flashed through Sephiroth at the reminder of their impending separation, unknowingly echoed in his silver-green eyes, as he watched the other man stand. “Promise me that you’ll return,” he demanded suddenly, the words escaping him even as he fought to keep them contained. “Promise that you’ll come back to me, Gen.”
            “Of course, I will.” Genesis was both surprised and concerned as he pulled Sephiroth to him. The other man laid his head against his stomach, his arms closing around him in a hold that would have bruised anyone who was not enhanced. Genesis ran a comforting hand through his silky fall of long silver hair, and sighed deeply. “You’ll wait for me, won’t you, moonbeam?”
            Sephiroth shuddered against him, thinking of a time when he had done nothing but, and had lost his sanity in the process. “I’ll wait forever, Genesis, if that’s what it takes.”
            A gentle smile curved his lips as Genesis tilted his lover’s head back and bent down to kiss him. It was long and deep, and they were both panting by the time he raised his head. “Shower with me?” he asked softly, willing to risk Shinra’s wrath if it would banish the fear from his lover’s eyes.
            Those mako-green eyes glittered brilliantly as he found himself swept up against a sharply defined chest. Sephiroth strode towards the bathroom, his angelic features stamped with both determination and desire, and Genesis grinned into his hair. Sephiroth was going into alpha-male mode again, and damned if he wasn’t looking forward to it. Sometimes, it was good to be on the bottom.
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