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Saying Thanks, Villain Style	By : mizperceived Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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Additional Warning: Fun with feathers!

Saying Thanks, Villain Style

set during the lull between Advent Children and Dirge of Cerberus

Chapter 2

Genesis closed his eyes as the memory of his first kiss with Sephiroth washed over him. He gently washed away the last bits of dried blood and earth from the fallen General's face as a sad smile hovered on the edge of his lips.
"That wasn't our only first that day," Genesis smirked as he began to remove the torn and tattered coat from the pale body it clung to. "And we called Angeal the fat ass," the redhead muttered as he struggled to lift the silver haired male's upper body off of the cot.
Pulling the legendary symbol of Sephiroth's status as a general away from his body, Genesis carelessly tossed the black leather trench coat, pauldrons and all, towards an unoccupied corner of the room. Sephiroth's belt and suspenders quickly followed all the while Genesis tsked at the task before him. The redhead managed to wrangle the thigh high boots off of Sephiroth, glaring at the offensive items before heedlessly tossing them in the same basic vicinity of the now forgotten coat and belt.
Genesis leaped back as black tendrils began to manifest and coil around the silverette's body. Curious by nature, the redhead reached out a bare hand towards the mist like essence. The air before the swirling mass shimmered as Genesis' finger tips brushed near it. The redhead hissed as the burning sensation of his finger becoming frostbitten raced up from his finger tip through his arm. As a defensive reflex, his large black wing sprung forth out from his back on the left side and lifted him up and away from the mist now covering Sephiroth completely.
The only sound in the room was the gentle flapping of Genesis' wing as he stared in shock and horror as the silverette's body began to levitate off of the cot. The redhead's teal eyes narrowed as he watched the black tendrils continue to coil and unwind over and over around the comatose General. The mist looked almost as if it was tenderly stroking the moonlight pale flesh of the naked male.
"What in the name of the Goddess is going on," Genesis muttered as he glided closer again. "Seph," he gently called out to no avail. "Sephiroth," he said in a tone of voice that demanded attention.
At Genesis' unexpected shout, the mist stopped spiraling completely and a feeling of unease trickled down the redhead's spine. Genesis cautiously called out to his sword, Rapier, as the stillness started to get to him. However, his never had a chance to grasp it in his hands or lay a finger tip against its hilt.
In the split second it took for Genesis to reach out a hand and the sword quiver in its sheath, Sephiroth appeared before him, having to have materialized out of thin air. With eyes wide open, Sephiroth stared unseeingly into the aquatic colored pools in Genesis' eyes as his bare hands wrapped around the delicate flesh of the smaller male's throat.
"Se-Seph," the shorter male whined as his hands reached up in a futile attempt to pry the other's hands away. Genesis felt the black mist caress his exposed skin before moving away from Sephiroth's hands and up the General's arms. As the tendrils climbed higher up on Sephiroth's body and they began to move as if heading towards a focal point on his back. When the mist floated over his shoulder and down his back, Sephiroth's bright jade eyes began to focus with an unnerving clarity in them.
"Genesis."
The hushed purr of his name being spoken with from all too familiar lips sent an almost forgot thrill of desire through the redhead's lithe frame, pooling in his groin.
"Sephiroth," Genesis sighed in response as the fingers wrapped around his neck eased significantly.
With no chance to react, Sephiroth crushed Genesis' body to his as a panicked expression crossed his face. The black mist stopped moving and appeared to be solidifying before the silver haired male cried out in distress as his massive black wing ripped out of his back by his right shoulder blade. Genesis' own wing was forced close to his body by the tight embrace. The redhead started to struggle but calmed immediately when the feathers of Sephiroth's wing brushed against his cheek as it wrapped protectively around the males.
"Am I… a monster," the fallen General asked in a small voice as his hands moved to grip Genesis by the upper arms. "Or am I beloved by the Goddess," Sephiroth sneered as he pushed the redhead away from his body, holding the other male an arm's length away. Genesis' wing unfurled to its full length just before Sephiroth violently shoved him away, causing the redhead to go careening into the opposite wall. His limp body fell to the ground and landed with a sickening thud. In an instant Sephiroth was on top of him, a fist full of feathers in his hand as he pulled Genesis onto his back by the wing.
Sephiroth was in lust filled frenzy. Blood lust and the desire to kill the weakling underneath him had his hands shaking as the adrenaline from his not too distant last battle with Cloud still sang through his veins. However, apparent in his present state of undress, his body responded to the male under him as a different type of lust, one that was lost to Sephiroth for many years reawakened.
The painful albeit pleasurable sensation of having his feathers tugged rocked through the fiery ex-commander's core. His back arched up high and a sharp cry tore from his throat when Sephiroth pulled tightly on his feathers. Genesis' still leather clad pelvis blindly grinded upwards against Sephiroth's bare muscular thigh. With the faces a scant few inches apart, Sephiroth groaned and panted harshly as he felt Genesis harden against him. The redhead kept his eyes screwed tightly shut, trying to calm his raging body but the feel of Sephiroth's hot, moist breath falling against the shell of his ear was a sensation that could not be ignored.
Feeling the wanton male writhe underneath his naked body calmed the need to kill but did nothing to slake the desire to dominate or quench the hunger for pleasure his body was aching for. His right hand firmly entrenched in the feathers of the red head's wing; Sephiroth positioned himself between the welcoming thighs of his old lover. The position called back many memories that had be lost to the General for many years and quickly overcame him. Sephiroth leaned closer, his tongue peaking out between his lips as he lapped the tender flesh behind the redhead's ear before stroking a listless pattern from the ear to collar bone and up the other side. He left marks as his nipped and tasted Genesis' skin; remember more and more of the taste and feel of the red head.
"Se-Sephiroth," Genesis keened when Sephiroth's warm palm moved between their bodies to tear away the barrier between their aching desires. The redhead sighed in relief as his painfully hard erection was released from its confines and rubbed scintillating against Sephiroth's exposed member. Sephiroth looked up at the call of his name, teal eyes were trapped by jade ones. Genesis slowly, taking care not to startle the other male and shatter the atmosphere surrounding them, raised his arms and wrapped them around Sephiroth's back. His hands grazed the area where Sephiroth's wing sprung forth, rubbing and caressing the area. The silverette's body shuddered as ultimate pleasure coursed through him, his hips unconsciously rocking back and forth. "T-touch me," Genesis whined.
Genesis felt his heart explode as a smug smile, one absent for many years, spread across Sephiroth's face before he did as the redhead commanded. Genesis pulled Sephiroth's face to his, their lips meeting and clashing. As their tongues warred with each other, the silverette wrapped his large hand around both of their erections, pumping them to immediate completion.
Sometime later…
As the males lay wrapped in each other's arms, their wings; their stigma of being ShinRa SOLDIERs; cocooned them and protected them from the outside world.
"Thank you, for remembering who I really am."

A/N: Long overdue? Yes! Worth it? I dunno! For some reason, I just didn't feel a full that a full lemon on this would do it justice. I hope I don't disappoint and that you enjoy it.
Thank you to everyone who has put up with my long absence and I promise I will try not to take on too many stories at the same time.
Please, as always, read, review and favorite!
Thank you!
~Melissa
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