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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 Twenty
            ‘When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end, the goddess descends from the sky. Wings of light and dark spread afar, she guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting’ -Loveless, PROLOGUE
            Sephiroth’s apartment was quiet as Genesis took a seat on the sofa. For a long moment, he merely sat there, his blue eyes moving over every inch of the familiar, austerely furnished living room. Shinra had hired a professional decorator when Sephiroth had first been given the apartment, and it showed. There was nothing in the stark black-and-stainless steel furnishings that reflected Sephiroth’s personality, no pictures of he or Angeal or even Hojo--the bastard. The sofa was black leather, as was the matching chair and love seat. The coffee table was a black-and-silver monstrosity, with a thin glass top that was tinted to appear black. The only relief came from the thick, expensive carpet, and even that was a dull silver-gray.
            His lip curled as he began to unbuckle his boots. While Sephiroth had never cared what his surroundings looked like, he had always hated the lack of color in here. The few times he had suggested redecorating, Sephiroth had merely shrugged and said that it didn’t matter, it was only furniture. Sephiroth obviously didn’t understand the importance of being comfortable in his own home. Maybe, it was time to take matters into his own hands.
            Genesis set his boots aside, removing his weapons harness and belt and laying them on the ugly modern coffee table with his crimson trench. Yes, he thought as he pulled one leg towards him and settled back, he was going to put some color into his lover’s life, whether Sephiroth wanted him to or not.
            The other man entered the room, a glass of wine in each hand, and Genesis smiled up at him brightly. Oblivious to his thoughts, Sephiroth returned it—albeit faintly—and handed him one of the glasses. Genesis watched with unconcealed appreciation as the tall, graceful man took a seat beside him, and he discreetly scooted closer. The move didn’t go unnoticed by Sephiroth, whose smile widened just a bit as he turned to face him.
            “Welcome home, Genesis.”
            Genesis’ heart turned over at the quietly uttered, wholly sincere words. “Thank you,” he said, his voice little more than a whisper. He hesitated, looking down at the deep red of his wine, before adding, “I wasn’t sure if I would be. Welcome, I mean.”
            Silver-green eyes flickered as they studied his bowed head. “Neither was I,” Sephiroth responded honestly. “Until you approached me tonight, I wasn’t sure how I would react to being in your presence, again.”
            Genesis only nodded, wishing he could express just how much he regretted what he had done to them. “I’m sorry,” he said at last, cringing inwardly at the inadequacy of his own words.
            Sephiroth sighed quietly. “So am I, Gen.”
            That fiery head came up, a fierce expression darkening those beloved aristocratic features. “Don’t apologize,” he snapped as guilt assailed him. “You did nothing wrong, Sephiroth. Nothing.”
            Sephiroth looked down at his own glass, grateful to have something to focus on. “I know how important SOLDIER is to you,” he said in a too-quiet voice. “I shouldn’t have risked exposing our. . .friendship to Shinra’s scrutiny. For that, I am sorry.”
            Friendship?! Sky-blue eyes narrowed warningly as Genesis’ temper sparked. “It was my idea to make our relationship public,” he pointed out in an even tone which belied that anger. “Why are you apologizing for something I’m responsible for?”
            Broad shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, disturbing the distracting length of Sephiroth’s hair. “I should have known better than to take such a chance,” he returned simply.
            “Oh?” Genesis clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw began to ache. “And just what were you taking a chance with, Sephiroth?”
            “Your position as General,” the other man stated, as though it should have been obvious.
            Genesis leaned forward and very carefully set his glass on the coffee table. “You think that my career is more important to me than us?” he asked through clenched teeth.
            Sephiroth slanted a glance at his profile, taking note of the tense set of his shoulders, and the muscle that ticked in his jaw, with confusion. “I’ve always known how much being a SOLDIER means to you, Genesis,” he responded as carefully as he could. “I never intended to jeopardize your position within Shinra. I regret that my actions did so, and I am apologizing for them.”
            Red-gloved hands balled into fists at that. “I don’t fucking believe this!”
            Sephiroth’s eyes widened slightly at the furious whisper. “Gen?” he questioned warily. “What’s wrong?”
            Genesis only shook his head, willing his temper to die down before he did something that would drive an even larger wedge between them. Sephiroth wasn’t supposed to blame himself, godsdammitt! He was supposed to accept Genesis’ apology, not apologize himself. Why was he blaming himself for a situation that he had been beyond his control? Being exiled to Wutai wasn’t the reason he’d broken up with him in the first place! Damn it all, why wasn’t he getting pissed and demanding a fucking explanation?!
            “I made the decision to stop hiding our relationship,” he said in a low, shaking voice. “Me, and no one else!”
            Sephiroth waited for him to continue, a frown creasing his brow when he did not. “Genesis, why are you so angry?” he asked, perplexed. “I am trying to apologize so that we can start anew, with a clean slate. Is that not what we require to move past this?”
            “No, by Goddess, it’s not!” Genesis rounded on him with a furious expression, his blue eyes flashing wildly as they met his own. “You don’t apologize here, Sephiroth. You don’t have anything to apologize for. I am the one who freaked the fuck out and dumped you. Why the hell aren’t you pissed at me for that?”
            Sephiroth surprised him by smiling slightly. “What good does anger do?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. “Losing my temper would only serve to drive you further away from me, and that is the last thing I wish to do.”
            Genesis shocked him by baring his teeth and growling at him. “That does it!” he declared in a hiss. He shifted until he was up on his knees, towering over the normally taller man, his eyes narrowed into angry slits. “Put the glass down, Sephiroth, or it’s going to get broken.”
            Sephiroth stiffened at the order, his own ire beginning to rise. “I am not going to fight with you, Genesis.”
            “You’re damned right, you’re not!” Genesis snapped, blue eyes flashing with fire. “Put the fucking glass down, Sephiroth--now.”
            “Very well.” He very carefully transferred the glass to his right hand and set it on the end table beside him. He settled back on the sofa, gazing up at his enraged lover with a deceptively calm expression. “Now, tell me exactly what it is we are not going to fight about.”
            “This.”
            He wasn’t surprised when Genesis pounced, landing on his lap in a warm, angry mass of lithe muscle and petal-soft skin. What did surprise him was the hot, demanding mouth which covered his own, and the tongue that was immediately thrust between his teeth. He felt Genesis’ hands plunge into his hair, forcing his head back as he angled his own, and Sephiroth moaned as arousal arched through him.
            Genesis’ hands tightened as he plundered the other man’s mouth, determined to show Sephiroth exactly how much he meant to him. No more apologies, no more trying to talk like civilized human beings. If Sephiroth wasn’t willing to be reasonable about this, then he would end the situation the only way he knew how--with his body.
            Sephiroth’s hands closed over his hips, holding him firmly in place as he began to thrust against him. Yes. Genesis whimpered in the back of his throat, rubbing his ass over the hard ridge that pressed so urgently against it. Sephiroth’s hands tightened to just this side of pain, and then he was flat on his back, his clothes being ripped away from his body by strong, desperate hands. Sephiroth’s mouth never left his own as he was stripped bare, his tongue thrusting into Genesis’ own in a foretaste of what was to come.
            Genesis heard the wild, needy noises escaping him but couldn’t be embarrassed as Sephiroth’s leather-clad thighs settled between his naked ones. He flinched at the contact, his deprived body reacting to the stimulation with all of the eagerness of an untutored virgin. He hastily freed his hands, stripping his gloves off, only to return to that sexy fall of silver hair as he clung to his lover with passionate need.
            He dug his heels into the cool leather beneath him and pushed, grinding his cock against the leather which so clearly delineated the other man’s. Sephiroth’s hands grasped his hips and held them still, his head coming up for much-needed air. Lust shaped those angelic features, giving them a sinister cast which made Genesis’ cock jump in response. He moaned his lover’s name, his breath catching at the devilish smile which curved swollen bow lips.
            Sephiroth caught and held his gaze as he slowly began move down his body. Genesis could only lay there and quake as that amazing mouth moved over him, lingering on his nipples, sucking and biting until they were so sensitive that they hurt. His abdomen was next as a slick tongue traced his taut muscles, pausing to dip into the small depression just above his pelvis. Cool silver locks swept over him, brushing his erection until he thought he would burst with pleasure.
            “Fuck, but I love your hair!” he breathed, his gasp turning into a groan as Sephiroth smiled and shook his head until his cock was all but covered in the satiny mass. “Yes, Seph, just like that!”
            A low laugh escaped Sephiroth, and the dark sound only served to heighten his arousal. He closed his eyes for a few moments, praying that he could control himself long enough to get at least some part of Sephiroth inside of him. He felt a soft, silky pressure on his cock and opened his eyes. He nearly came right then at the sight of those long, gilded strands wrapped around his aching length. Sephiroth was still smiling as he pulled his own hair tighter, and Genesis couldn’t prevent the reflective jerk that followed.
            “Ah. . .Goddess. . .” Genesis cried out as the pressure was increased, so close that it was only a matter of moments before his body betrayed him. “Seph. . . please. . .”
            Sephiroth released him at the last possible moment, replacing his amazing hair with his utterly talented mouth. He drew him in deep, letting Genesis thrust until he was hitting the back of his throat with every sensuous plunge. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking as hard as he could, and Genesis came, sobbing his name as the world darkened around him.
            When he opened his eyes, it was to see Sephiroth leaning over him, still fully clothed and wholly aroused. He gazed into hungry silver-green eyes and couldn’t prevent the smile that spread across his face. “Gods, but that was fucking wonderful, Seph. Thank you.”
            “You are welcome, kitten.”
            Sephiroth leaned down and kissed him tenderly, not trying to hide his own need as he slowly deepened the kiss. Genesis returned his kiss lazily at first, then with increasing urgency as he tasted his own essence on the other man’s tongue. As fantastic as the blowjob had been, he hadn’t gotten what he wanted the most, and neither had Sephiroth, if the size of his hard-on was any indication.
            “More?” he whispered hopefully, and the other man laughed against his lips.
            “Yes, Genesis,” Sephiroth returned in a heated murmur, “there will be more.”
            “Thank the fucking gods!” he exclaimed dramatically. “I expect to be properly fucked tonight, Sephiroth. Consider this fair warning.”
            Sephiroth chuckled at that, pulling the other man up with him as he stood. “I certainly would not want to disappoint you, koneko.”
            Genesis gave an emasculate yelp as he found himself thrown unceremoniously over Sephiroth’s shoulder. “Hey!” he protested laughingly. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind, Seph.”
            A strong hand came down on his ass, and he yelped again as both pain and pleasure rushed through him. “Well, this is kinda new. Not that I mind a little kink now and then, but when did you decide that you wanted to spank me instead of--”
            The hand descended again, drawing a gasp from him. It lingered this time, smoothing over his stinging skin, one finger coming teasingly close to the heart of him, and Genesis couldn’t contain a moan as he began to squirm. “Nevermind,” he said hastily, pushing back as that finger circled him. “You can do whatever you want to my ass, so long as you hurry the fuck up and do it already.”
            That laugh sounded again, deep and dark and so damned evil, and Genesis felt his body respond in sensual rush. Just like that, he was ready again, his body responding to Sephiroth’s of its own accord. This had always been a part of what scared him, the way he seemed to have no control over himself when in the other man’s presence. He had spent most of the last ten years learning to work around a raging hard-on, and it had vexed him to no end. Now, however, he knew that he had just as much power over Sephiroth as he did over him, and that made all the difference in the world.
            Genesis grinned to himself and parted the veil of hair that hid Sephiroth’s perfect ass. He slid his hands over both taut, leather-clad buttocks and squeezed, smirking as Sephiroth’s stride faltered just enough to let him know he’d been affected. He stretched as far as he could from his precarious position atop Sephiroth’s shoulder, reaching between the other man’s legs and running his fingers along the seam of his pants. Sephiroth stopped in mid-stride, adjusting his stance to allow him better access, and Genesis took immediate advantage of it.
            He traced the seam again until he felt the rounded spheres of Sephiroth’s balls. He was just barely able to reach the base of them, and he brushed his fingertips over them until his lover gasped above him. “That’s it,” he whispered in encouragement, his own excitement mounting as he imagined the absorbed expression that would be shaping Sephiroth’s gorgeous face. His smirk deepened as he very carefully lifted his free hand, trusting Sephiroth to keep him from falling flat on his face, and brought it down--hard.
            That spurred Sephiroth into action. He strode quickly through the apartment, his long legs eating up the remaining distance to the bedroom. Genesis found himself tossed down on the big bed by a very predatory-looking silver-haired SOLDIER, and it was all he could do not to laugh outright.
            “Was it something I said?”
            Sephiroth growled low in his throat as he began to work on the fastenings of his uniform. “I can’t believe you did that.”
            Genesis smirked as he lay back on the too-firm mattress, reminding himself to replace it with a softer one when he redecorated. “You started it,” he pointed out lazily, secretly exulting in the near frantic need in Sephiroth’s exotic eyes.
            “Only because I thought you would like it,” Sephiroth returned with exasperation.
            “Hmmmph.” Genesis watched with avid eyes as the black trench fell away, revealing pearly white skin. “I don’t mind playing with you, Seph, but turnabout’s fair play. Remember that.”
            Sephiroth grunted as he peeled the weapons harness and belt away from his body. “While it was not unpleasant, it did not have the same effect on me that it appears to have had on you, so I fail to see the point of--”
            Musical laughter cut into his words, and Sephiroth scowled. “What is so amusing?”
            “You are.” Genesis smiled fondly at his lover’s confusion. “You enjoyed it, Seph. You just didn’t like the loss of control that came with it.”
            Pale emerald eyes narrowed on his own, and Genesis’ expression gentled. “It’s all right, Sephiroth,” he told him softly. “I understand why you need to be in control, I really do. So long as you’re willing to share every once in a while, I’m good with it.”
            Mako-green eyes flickered as Sephiroth floundered for a proper response, and Genesis decided to take pity on him. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about Sephiroth’s fucked up childhood in Professor Hojo’s care. Instead, he made a show of stretching his body, arching his back in a way that was guaranteed to catch Sephiroth’s full attention. He watched as those beautiful silver-green eyes darkened with something other than uncertainty, and couldn’t contain a shiver of anticipation.
            Genesis ran a hand down his body in a seemingly casual gesture, the smirk returning in full force as Sephiroth’s gaze followed it. He palmed the length his own throbbing erection and slowly began to pleasure himself. “Hurry, moonbeam,” he whispered seductively, his azure eyes glowing as he worked his hand up and down his own cock. “I want to do more than watch you as I jerk myself off.”
            A shudder ran through the length of that long, deceptively lean body as Sephiroth finally dragged the last of his clothes off. They fell to the floor, forgotten, as he knelt beside him on the bed. Sephiroth didn’t touch him, merely watched him wild green eyes, his hands clenched in the comforter on either side of him. Genesis saw the struggle in those beloved eyes, the fight for control, and reached out with his free hand.
            “You won’t hurt me,” he assured him breathlessly, grasping one fisted hand and smoothing his thumb over the back of it. “Please, Seph, it’s been so long.”
            Sephiroth trembled as he slowly opened his hand and meshed their fingers. “What if I do?” he asked, his deep voice uneven.
            “Then, I fully expect you to heal me. But until that happens,” Genesis bit his lip as he ran a thumb over the sensitive head of his own cock, “I want you to pound me into this fucking mattress.”
            The corner of Sephiroth’s lips twitched as he reached out and placed a hand over his lover’s. “You won’t get angry?” he asked, seeking reassurance even as he began to stroke him.
            “Gods, no,” Genesis moaned, arching into their shared touch. “If you’re that worried about it, grab the fucking lube. Just don’t stop touching me.”

            Sephiroth released his hand and reached blindly behind him, finding the nightstand and opening the drawer. He retrieved a small plastic bottle and popped the cap, pleasuring Genesis all the while. For once, he was grateful to be ambidextrous, even though had always marked him as ‘different’. It allowed him to bring pleasure to the one he loved, and there was nothing more important to him than making Genesis happy.
            Genesis saw the bottle and laughed breathlessly. He removed his hand and watched as Sephiroth poured a small amount of lubricant in his palm, then grasped his erection once more. Sephiroth spread the clear liquid over him lovingly before sliding his hand farther down between his legs. Genesis tensed in anticipation, his breath catching as one trim finger circled his opening. Sephiroth pushed, and he moaned as he pushed back.
            “More,” he rasped demandingly, and was rewarded with a second finger. He felt himself being stretched and squirmed in response. He loved how careful Sephiroth always was with this, how he took such great care not to hurt him. But right now, it was driving him fucking insane.
            “It’s not enough!” he said on a gasp. “More, Sephiroth, more!”
            He heard his lover’s own quiet intake of breath as a third finger was thrust inside of him. Not quite as gentle as before, Sephiroth stretched him for a moment longer before curling his fingers. Genesis let out a loud wail as lightening surged through him, moving against his lover’s hand with wanton urgency, and Sephiroth’s control shattered.
            He descended upon Genesis like a starving man at a feast. Flesh met heated flesh as blanketed Genesis’ smaller body with his own. He took himself in hand, barely able to line himself up, before Genesis pushed against him. He swallowed him whole, without even the slightest bit of resistance, sheathing Sephiroth in damp heat. He dropped his head, his teeth automatically finding his favorite spot on Genesis’ neck. He bit down hard, hard enough to break the skin of any non-SOLDIER, and shuddered violently as Genesis’ passionate cry rang in his ears.
            He felt the slick, swollen length of Genesis’ arousal pulsing against his stomach and leaned into him. Genesis wrapped his legs around his waist, arching his back to increase the sweet friction. Sephiroth slid a hand to the small of his back, while the other pressed between his shoulder blades, lifting him until they were all but fused together. He moved against him--in him--urgently, slamming his hips into Genesis’, too lost in his own blinding need to realize how rough he was being.
            Genesis, however, was well aware of it. He reveled in the primal, elemental rawness of his lover’s response, whispering his encouragement between spasms of unrelenting pleasure. He kept his hands locked around Sephiroth’s shoulder’s, his fingers tangled in silken silver strands, his blunt nails leaving faint red crescents on creamy alabaster skin. He closed his eyes and turned his face into the other man’s neck, opening his mouth against the strong column of his lover’s throat. He found the lobe of Sephiroth’s ear and bit down gently, smiling briefly as Sephiroth let out an atypically loud groan.
            He grasped Sephiroth’s head and urged his mouth back to his, kissing him with all of the furious passion he had ignited in him. Sephiroth angled his head and plunged his tongue deeply into his mouth, his hand moving to grasp the back of his neck as he took control of the kiss. He increased the speed of his thrusts, driving both them both closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
            Genesis moaned into his mouth, high, breathy sounds that grew louder with every fierce movement of his hips. Sephiroth swallowed each and every sound, responding with own deeper grunts and groans, until he felt Genesis tense beneath him. Genesis screamed his name as he tumbled over the edge, coming between them in a hot, thick stream. His inner muscles clamped down frantically over Sephiroth’s own cock, and he was dragged over that iridescent peak with him.
            Sephiroth shook as he carefully lowered them back to the mattress. Genesis continued to cling to him, mewling with satisfaction, kissing him in an almost absent manner. He returned those kisses softly, gently, knowing that it was merely the other man’s instinctive response to the pleasure he had just received. It was Genesis’ way of thanking him, so to speak.
            “Souseiki,” he murmured against his lips. “Waga kyoumou knokeo.”
            “My moonbeam,” Genesis uttered softly in return, his lashes fluttering as he slowly opened his eyes. He pulled damp strands of silver away from sweat-slicked skin, smiling tenderly as Sephiroth gazed down at him with unconcealed adoration. “I don’t mind being your kitten, Sephiroth. Not anymore.”
            Sephiroth tensed above him, his lashes sweeping down to conceal the flash of pain his eyes, and Genesis set about soothing him. “Sssshhh,” he whispered, running his hands over those powerful shoulders and pulling him close. “It’s all right. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Seph. I’m not going anywhere.”
            The other man remained silent as he shuddered, burrowing his face in the crook of his shoulder, his arms tightening almost painfully around him. “I made a mistake, moonbeam, one that I’ll regret until the day I die. Please, believe me when I say that I’m sorry.”
            “I’m so fucking sorry, Sephiroth.” Genesis stroked Sephiroth’s hair, running hands over the back of his head, comforting him as best he could, as he continued his painful confession. “I was standing at the top of Da Chou that day, thinking of how proud you were going to be of me, and how much I wanted that. Then, I started to think about my dreams of becoming a hero, and how much I wanted that. That’s when it hit me, Seph. That’s when everything changed.”
            Sephiroth’s breathing was fast and harsh in his ear, his grip almost painfully tight, his heart pounding a harsh staccato between them. “I realized something that day, something that I should have known from the start, and it scared me, Seph, like I’ve never been scared before.”
            This time, it was Genesis who trembled as hugged Sephiroth close. “Six years we’ve been together, Sephiroth. In all that time, I’ve been faithful. Hell,” he added with a wobbly laugh, “I’ve never even thought about fucking around. Since our first time together, when you trusted me to take you without hurting you, it’s been you. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
            More silence, broken only by Sephiroth’s breath as it hitched audibly. “Gods, but this a lot harder than I wanted it to be,” Genesis muttered, his voice tinged with self-disgust. He slid his hands down to Sephiroth’s cheeks, all but hidden between he and the mattress, and urged the other man’s gaze back to his own. “Look at me, moonbeam. Please.”
            Sephiroth slowly raised his head, immediately lost in the beautiful sky of Genesis’ soul-stealing eyes. “Genesis,” he muttered, his own voice rough as he tried and failed to keep it even. So many emotions were warring within him that he didn’t know how to respond, what he should say to his lover’s heartrending words. “I-I don’t know what to say.”
            “That’s all right, Seph. I do.” Genesis licked his lips, comforted by the caring he saw in the confused depths of those deceptively icy eyes, and blurted out, “I love you, Sephiroth.”
            Sephiroth looked startled, shocked even, his eyes going wide and his lips parting on a soundless gasp. He didn’t speak, didn’t return the loving words, merely gazed down at him with stunned surprise, and Genesis lifted his chin proudly in response. “I was hoping to hear a similar confession from you,” he said, an edge to his rich voice that didn’t go unnoticed.
            The other man blinked, the confusion swept away with the minute motion, a tentative smile lighting his angelic features. “You love me?” he asked, needing to assure himself that his own desperate need for the other man’s love hadn’t tricked him into hearing what he wanted to. “You are. . .in love with. . .with me?”
            Aristocratic features darkened with a scowl. “Yes, I’m in love with you,” Genesis snapped. “You do still love me, don’t you?”
            “Yes,” Sephiroth replied simply, that single word rife with emotion, and something within Genesis eased upon hearing it.
            “You’d better,” he groused, narrowing his eyes menacingly, “or I’m going to be very cross with you.”
            “Cross.” Sephiroth couldn’t help it. He dropped his head and began to laugh, hugging Genesis to him as happiness permeated him. “I have missed you, Gen.”
            “I missed you, too, Seph.” Genesis waited until the laughter had ceased to poke his lover lightly in the side. “I don’t know about you, but between the spar, the sex, and those two ‘ladies’ who accosted me tonight, I must smell like a Wutaian whorehouse. So, if you don’t mind letting me up, I’m going to take a shower. You are, of course, welcome to join me,” he added with feigned indifference.
            Sephiroth snorted, which brought a grin to his face, as it was normally one of his favorite affectations. “You merely wish to trick me into letting you wash my hair,” he teased, and Genesis laughingly agreed, “Yep, so that I can brush it out afterwards. So, what do you say?”
            “I believe I could tolerate that,” Sephiroth returned grudgingly.
            “Tolerate?”
            One red brow shot up as Genesis very casually placed his hands against Sephiroth’s chest and pushed as hard as he could. Sephiroth resisted for a moment before finally giving away, landing on his back with an overdone grunt. Genesis rolled his eyes even as a pleased smile shaped his mobile lips. He climbed over him, taking his time as he brushed his lips—and the rest of his body—over Sephiroth’s. “You’d better hurry, moonbeam, before I take all the hot water.”
            Sephiroth watched him with gleaming green eyes as he sashayed—there was simply no other word for it—across the room. He could feel the smile stretching his face as he sat up and followed at a much slower pace. Genesis loved him, he thought with humbled awe. What had he ever done in his short, miserable span of existence to deserve such a thing? How had he managed to win the heart of such a beautiful, untamable man?
            While he knew full well that he did not deserve Genesis’ love, he was keeping it. There would be no going back from here. Their future started now, and it would be one free of Hojo and Jenova and—eventually—Shinra Inc.. As soon as he found his boys, he would—
            Damn, he thought with a wince. He hadn’t yet told Genesis of the boys’ existence. He knew that Genesis wouldn’t forgive him if he discovered that he had been keeping such a large secret from him all this time. No, he would have to tell Genesis a highly censored version of his remnants’ story, before he somehow found out about them on his own. Hopefully, his love would understand just why rescuing them was so important to him.
            Of course, he will, Sephiroth quickly assured himself. Genesis had been outraged the first time he realized just what kind of horrors Hojo had visited upon him as his guardian. He still was, to this day. He would understand his desire to free the boys who were a part of him, and perhaps, he would even deign to assist him.
            Sephiroth imagined Genesis’ reaction upon first meeting Kadaj and cringed. They were so much alike that there was a very good possibility that they would end up despising one another. Certainly, there would be friction, if not outright abhorrence. Still, they were both incredibly loyal to those they cared for, and he had to factor that into his handling of them both. Perhaps, if Kadaj did not hate him for what Mother had done while projecting his image, he would come to care for the man he truly was. Much like Genesis, Kadaj was fiercely protective of those he loved, and if Sephiroth became one of those people, then the two would be forced to get along, if only for his sake.
            He was getting ahead of himself, Sephiroth reminded himself with sigh. Rufus was not yet in the President’s chair, Hojo still lived, and he had found no clues as to the boys’ whereabouts. Soon enough, he would find them and free them, but he could not do so tonight. As much as it chafed, he had no choice but wait and continue his search. Only time would tell if Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz could forgive him for what Mother had done—for what she had forced them to do—in his name.
            Sephiroth forced his worries aside as he entered the bathroom and opened the expensive glass door. He slipped inside and was immediately engulfed in steam. Genesis turned to face him, thankfully oblivious to his dark thoughts, and smiled as he reached for him. Sephiroth let himself be pulled into a tender, yet not-quite-gentle embrace, and gave himself over to the man in his arms. The future was not yet written, and he had a very affectionate kitten to tend to. All the rest could wait.
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