Run in Packs

Title: Run in Packs~Overreacting
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
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Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Angeal/Genesis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Implied child molestation
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Written from prompt: Genesis and his parents - "You know how you always wanted that daughter...?"
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the link below to see a list in chronological order:

http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html

The fire crackled cheerily in the fireplace despite the rather frozen atmosphere in the room. Genesis swirled the wine in his glass, sitting stiffly in the ornate and very uncomfortable chair in his parent’s parlor.

He almost growled, but kept himself silent. This hadn’t been his idea, it had been Angeal’s.

The other wolf had been on his way to Banora to visit his mother, and he somehow convinced Genesis it would be a great idea to visit his own parents as well. It would make so much sense to go there together after all.

Bull. Shit.

Genesis hadn’t wanted to leave his new den where the pack had entrenched themselves. Leaving meant exposing himself, and it meant that Shinra had one more chance to trace him and the rest of the pack down.

Again. Bullshit.

His parents sat quietly across from him, dressed to the nines and proper as usual.

He knew just what to say to burst their perfect little bubble of proper.

“I’m pregnant,” he said, voice flat and unemotional.

His mother’s face wrinkled in distaste. “Genesis, don’t be so crude. It’s unbecoming.”

“It’s also unbecoming to have sex with a minor, but I believe that father did it anyway.”

His father scowled and sat his glass down on an end table. “Don’t start this, boy.”

“I hardly think I’m a boy anymore.” Genesis smiled. “In any way.”

“Genesis,” his mother said in a pleading voice. “Please.”

“You know how you always wanted a girl?” Genesis said with a sadistic smile. “Hojo brought all your wishes to life.” He raised his glass. “Cheers.” Genesis sipped the deep red, expensive wine. He’d rather have had the cheap mead Angeal usually brought home. Then again, Angeal would have railed at him for drinking anyway, despite the fact that the alcohol would be burned up so quickly in his body it would never reach the fetus…or rather fetuses.

Hoorah for over-protective expecting fathers.

“We never said we wanted a girl,” his father protested, hand starting to clench against his thigh.

“If I remember right,” Genesis said as he downed the rest of his wine in one gulp. “You always bitched that I didn’t look enough like a girl. If I’d been a girl it would have been easier to pretend I was your cold-hearted bitch of a wife while you fucked me in your separate bed.” He flung the glass into the fireplace where it shattered.

“Genesis, this is hardly the time or the place,” his father hissed.

"Oh, I forgot," Genesis said with fake surprise. "Don't want to air the family's dirty laundry in front of guests." He waved at the large, empty room. "Don't want them to know that Daddy was diddling the redheaded foster-child."

"You ungrateful mongrel," his father spat. "How dare you accuse me of something so vile!" but his argument sounded less than convincing.

"I do have the whole mongrel thing down, don't I?" Genesis said with a haughty air as he stroked leather clad fingers over fluffy red ears. "And I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm just speaking the naked truth."

"Do you always have to be like this?" his mother asked with a strained voice. "Can't you just leave the past in the past?"

"I don't know, Mother," Genesis replied. "How do you sleep at night, knowing what happened in the past?" He slouched lower in his chair, ears flattening. "I know I don't."

"You're overreacting, Genesis," his father insisted.

"Overreacting? I'll show you overreacting." He glared at the duo across from his as he stood up and brushed his long, leather coat into place. "I never want to see or hear from you again. You will never have any contact with my children. They will never know who you are."

"You're still on about that joke?" he father asked incredulously.

Genesis smiled wickedly. "Oh-ho father dearest. It is no joke. You know as well as I what Hojo and Hollander are capable of. I'm pregnant, and you will never ever know your grandchildren if I have anything to say about it. I came here to give you one more chance to say..." he flailed for words, his usual elegance lost in anger, "To say anything. To say you're sorry, to say that you messed up, to say that you didn't mean it. Anything. But no!" His hands clenched at his sides and his tail bristled. "You avoid the issue and pretend like nothing ever happened. How utterly you." He stormed away while he parents sat in cold silence on the ornate couch in the parlor. Bounding up the stairs, he swiftly located his old room and slammed open the door. He grabbed his bags and slung them over his shoulder.

A rather childish thought struck him and he smiled in remembered nostalgia. He went to the window and opened it to slip out onto the roof that overhung the wide porch. The huge apple tree was still there, and the red wolf scurried onto one of the huge branches and down the trunk. He could have easily leapt from the roof, but…it was more fun to do it this way.

Just like old times.

The walk to Gillian Hewley's home was quiet in the evening twilight. The small cottage was almost just as he remembered it. There was a new coat of paint, and the garden was a little different but just as cozy.

Genesis walked around to the back. He knew Angeal would be staying in his old room, the window to which was located in the rear of the house and required a little fancy foot-work in a flower bed to access. Despite the early time, he knew the other wolf would be in bed and probably reading a book. Gillian had always retired early, even when they were younger. When they were little, he and Angeal had taken that time to play games of interest to young boys. As they grew older, they used the time to plan, dream, and eventually make love to one another.

Genesis knocked softly on the windowsill when he saw soft light shining through the closed curtains. A few moments later, the curtains stirred and Angeal’s head popped through. He frowned and opened the window to let Genesis climb through.

“Just like old times, eh?” Genesis feebly joked as he set his bags on the ground.

Angeal didn’t say anything, just embraced his mate lovingly. He gently caressed his mate’s still very flat stomach, and Genesis smiled at the show of unneeded concern.

Genesis breathed in deeply, the warm, musky scent immediately bringing calming thoughts of pack and safe. “Do you remember,” Genesis said as he closed his eyes, “the first time we had sex?”

Angeal hmmed quietly. “More like, the first time we made love.”

Genesis smiled and let himself be lowered down to the bed. Angeal curled around the smaller wolf, shielding the smaller body with his own larger bulk for no other reason than his instincts told him to.

“It was making love, wasn’t it?” Genesis purred, warm and happy. It was almost as if the first part of his evening didn’t even exist, and the bad memories were so, so far away.

“You climbed through the window that night, too,” Angeal remembered as he kissed Genesis’ hair. “You were crying, though. And you were hurt.”

Genesis nodded. There had been an incident. Involving a belt.

“You never did tell me how you got hurt that badly…” Angeal coaxed, although his wheedling voice was pathetic compared to Cloud’s. That boy could cajole information from a frozen sidewalk.

“It wasn’t important then, and it’s not important now,” Genesis said with certainty. “All that matters,” he sighed as Angeal stroked his ears, “is you and the pack.”

“It does matter,” Angeal protested.

Genesis growled with irritation. “I thought you would have gotten the hint that I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Gen, I know you shouldn’t have been able to take me that night without preparation the way you did. I didn’t know it then, obviously, but…”

“What do you want me to say, Angie?”

Angeal almost winced at his old nickname. “I just want to know.”

Genesis sat up in frustrated irritation, and ran his fingers through his hair with a deep sigh. Angeal sat up as well and enveloped the smaller wolf in his arms. The redhead leaned back in the comforting embrace. He hated the fact that even when Angeal was driving him insane, the bigger man could get whatever he wanted out of him.

“I…my Dad…”

“He raped you didn’t he?” Angeal asked, voice low and concerned. That would explain so much. Why Genesis knew as much about sex as he did at such a young age. Why he would sneak into Angeal’s house late at night after he had obviously been crying. The all too frequent lash marks on his back. So…so many things.

Genesis clenched his eyes shut. “It’s over, Angie. It’s been over for a long time.”

“Was that the first time?”

Genesis made a confused sound. “What?”

“The first time we made love. Was that the first time he…hurt you? That way?”

“Not even close.”

Angeal’s eyes widened. “Genesis, we were only fourteen.”

“You think I don’t know that, Angeal?”

“I…I’m so sorry.” If Angeal squeezed him any harder, Genesis would worry for the safety of his pups.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I should have known. I should have stopped him. I should have saved you.”

Genesis couldn’t help but smile a little. “Always like you, wanting to save the day.”

“Just you. I just wanted to save you.”

They sat on the bed for a long time, the chirp of crickets outside the still open window calming Genesis’ frayed nerves.

Genesis almost fell asleep, curled in the arms of his mate. Despite the oncoming sleep, he couldn’t help but say, “That night was one of the best nights of my life.”

Angeal smiled lovingly. “I’ve given you lots of better nights than that. As much as I loved you I know I couldn’t have been the best lover that first time.”

Genesis turned so he could face Angeal, his blue, mako eyes hooded with drowsiness. “As I said, one of the best nights of my life.” Genesis moved so he was straddling Angeal’s lap. “Do you want to recreate it?” The fatigue and lingering traces of melancholy was gone from those blue eyes. Mischievousness abounded.

“You’re irrepressible.”

“And that, my love, is how I’ve survived,” Genesis purred. He leaned down to kiss his mate. It started out slow and gentle, but quickly degenerated into lapping tongues and bruised lips.

Genesis pulled away slowly with a lingering bite. His face melted from wicked to confused and childlike. “Will you kiss me, Angeal?” Genesis asked, voice sounding very young, and unsure.

Angeal’s heart twisted at those words, words from so long ago. “Kiss you?” he said in an echo of the past.

“Just once? Just so that I know…” what it means to be loved.

“Just this once.” Angeal leaned forward to chastely place his lips against his mate’s. It almost felt as it had so many years ago during that first night. Angeal’s stomach trembled as his body tightened. Genesis pressed a little harder and parted his lips which Angeal couldn’t resist then as he didn’t resist years ago. His tongue pressed inside slowly and unsurely. Genesis’ hot, wet muscle caressed his sensually.

They flew apart as a throat cleared from the door to the room. Genesis landed with an oof on the bed.

Why was it that despite their overly enhanced senses, Angeal’s mom could still sneak up on them?

“Ms. Hewley!” Genesis said from his sprawl on the bed. “We were trying a new way to floss! It was the best way we could think of to check my tonsils! I was trying to count his teeth! We were practicing our CPR! We-”

“Genesis Rhapsodos,” Gillian said with a fond smile. “Get over here and give me a hug.”

Genesis smiled widely and jumped up from the bed. He crossed the room in a few long strides and embraced the tall woman. She had always been a better mother than the bitch that was supposed to fill the job. Despite the fact that it kind of made Angeal like a brother, and that was a little creepy.

She hugged him warmly. “And let me see my grandbabies!” The woman pushed Genesis a little ways from her and stared down at his belly. “Hello little ones! I’m your grandma!”

Genesis laughed a little. “They don’t even have ears, yet. And are probably the size of a grain of rice.”

“That doesn’t mean can’t I start teaching them to say ‘Nana.’” Gillian hugged the redhead again. “Goodnight, Genesis. We’ll talk more in the morning. I’m going back to bed.” She pulled away to wave goodnight to her son and turned to leave. She paused, and turned back to say, “I’ll put in some earplugs before I lay back down. Have a nice night, boys.”

Genesis shut the door and locked it this time.

It was moments before he was back on the bed, happily lying atop his mate and kissing him into oblivion. Angeal divested him of any remaining clothes, and Angeal’s sweats were very easily removed and on the floor in a forgotten heap.

The redhead arched as Angeal’s hand slowly moved from his head. It stroked along the thick fur pelt that trailed from the back of his neck in a palm-wide strip down to his lush fur tail. The fur was the same color red as his hair, and softer then it had any right to be.

Genesis let his jaw drop in delighted pleasure. Angeal rubbed heavily at the fur directly at the base of the nearly burgundy colored tail, causing Genesis to grind deeply into his mate’s pelvis. Angeal groaned at the feeling of the redhead’s already wet heat slide across his member. Genesis lifted himself up a little and the next slide brought Angeal inside him.

Genesis stilled for a long moment to savor the feeling of his oldest love filling him. Angeal couldn’t keep his eyes open. They fell shut to better feel the tight, wet clench around him. It was nice to not need to prepare his mate before intercourse. Genesis had made jokes about ‘easy access’ and ‘at least women got something right.’ Angeal was just grateful that he no longer felt he was causing his beloved undue pain during sex. Genesis had always enjoyed anal sex, but, once the initial fear and anguish had vanished over his new additions, Genesis had decided that he really enjoyed vaginal sex.

Because really, it saved on lube costs.

Genesis groaned and rotated his hips to stimulate every responsive spot inside of him. Angeal just lay back and let Genesis use him for his pleasure. It was really rather hot, letting himself be manipulated. He usually took the lead in their lovemaking, a deep seeded instinct within telling him to claim his mate.

The redhead was gorgeous like this. All that red fur and pale skin combined to make a wicked demon of corporeal pleasure. Genesis bucked in quick and heavy thrusts against Angeal’s sturdy hips. He tensed and his jaw dropped in a silent scream as his body tightened and then released in throbbing waves of orgasm. His cock was still engorged, and heavily dribbling pre-cum. Genesis sighed and then continued his movements with lazy abandon.

That was another one of the bonuses Genesis had very quickly learned about his new anatomy. Multiple orgasms.

Angeal settled his hands on Genesis hips and guided him gently. He had the feeling he was in for a long ride.

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“Overreacting?” Genesis murmured. He walked as silent as one of his wild brethren as he paced the perimeter of his old home. A fire materia rolled through his fingers. He caressed the orb almost sensually, fondling it like he would certain parts of his lovers’ anatomy. “I’ll show you overreacting you heartless bastards.”

The fire spell lit up the darkness around him. Flames licked up from the ornate carriage house, a slow burning flame that consumed the wood in bright arches of color. His parents would get out before the fire consumed the house completely. The plan wasn’t to kill them, but scare the living shit out of them. Give them a few nightmares, some uncertainty.

His grin was wolfish as he walked into the shadows of the surrounding apple orchard. The exultation running through his veins couldn’t be contained by a smile. He threw back his head and howled.

Let the fuckers overreact to that.