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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
39
Views:
1,188
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own anything from FFVII, and I make no money from this fiction.
Can Love Be Wrong?
Title: Run in Packs~Can Love Be Wrong?
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Angeal/Genesis
Rating: R?
Warnings: Implied sex between minors
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: How could love ever be wrong? …it couldn’t.
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the Chronological Order Post for a list of them in order:
http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Angeal put his book down at the sound of tapping at his window. The fourteen year old rolled out of bed and pulled back the curtains. The pretty, angelic face of his long-time best friend was framed in the slightly clouded glass. He shoved open the window which stuck on his tracks, as usual. He jiggled the frame a few times to put it back on the tracks until it finally opened enough to let in a slender body. Genesis slipped through, quiet as a breath of wind.
Immediately, Angeal had his arms full of best-friend. The shivering breaths of the smaller boy told Angeal that he was crying.
“Hey,” Angeal murmured, “What’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around the slender torso, and winced when Genesis cried out softly in pain.
Genesis lifted his head to look at Angeal. “I…there was an accident.”
Angeal gently pushed Genesis back and took him by his arms. “What happened?”
Genesis didn’t say anything. Instead he turned around, dislodging gentle hands, and lifted his shirt. Angeal gasped at the welts crisscrossing the pale flesh and reached out to gently touch one rather nasty one that ran from shoulder to below the waistband of Genesis’ pants.
“It was an accident,” Genesis whispered.
“What kind of accident causes this, Gen?” Angeal breathed.
The older, but smaller, boy shrugged and turned back around to practically fall into Angeal’s arms. “It’s not important. Can we lay down? I’m so tired.”
Angeal sighed, knowing that was all he’d get from the redhead. Above all things, Genesis was stubborn. He’d been that way as far back as Angeal could remember, and he didn’t think it would change anytime soon. If ever.
Angeal’s old bed creaked quite a bit as they lay down. The bigger boy leaned over and blew out the oil lamp sitting on the side table. It wasn’t at all what Genesis was used to: lumpy, springs digging into his back. The old, complaining mattress wasn’t the down stuffed feather bed and velvet duvet, but for some reason it was so much more comfortable.
Genesis lay his head on Angeal’s chest, and the younger boy’s already heavily muscled, strong arms encircled him.
It was many minutes later, when Angeal was almost asleep that Genesis spoke again.
“Will you kiss me, Angeal?”
The words took awhile for Angeal to process, but when he did he sat up. Displaced, Genesis sat up as well and looked at Angeal through the darkness.
“Kiss you?” Angeal asked, dumbfounded. They’d always been very physical in their friendship. Holding hands, embracing, touches. It was something that was a part of them.
But…they’d never…done something…like…
“Just once?” Genesis pleaded, blue eyes almost glowing in the dark. “Just so that I know…”
Genesis didn’t finish his sentence, but Angeal knew what he meant all the same.
Angeal leaned forward, breath shaky and stomach in instant knots. Neither closed their eyes as their lips touched.
Angeal had never imagined that he would kiss his friend like a…a boyfriend. It just wasn’t something that was done in this little corner of the world. Any boys that were deemed that way usually bore the brunt of the populace’s distain until they were old enough to leave for larger cities, where nobody cared about anyone else’s business. The whole matter was rather hush hush, and if spoken about at all it was glossed over with a heavy smattering of condemnation and scorn. Boys didn’t kiss boys. Boys kissed girls. Boys married girls. Boys had babies with girls.
But Genesis was a boy. And Angeal was a boy. And…
Gaia but Genesis could kiss.
The older boy’s mouth parted and his soft, warm tongue brushed Angeal’s lips. The bigger boy couldn’t help himself. He opened his own mouth and let that wonderful, exploring tongue inside. It was only seconds before Genesis retreated, but kept his lips open. Angeal couldn’t resist the blatant invitation. He drove his own tongue inside and lapped at Genesis’ mouth. The other boy tasted sweet, like he’d been eating apples earlier. Or maybe that was just the way Genesis tasted. Sweet. And spicy, like cinnamon and cloves only deeper and muskier.
When Genesis drew Angeal on top of him when he lay back on the bed, Angeal didn’t protest. In fact, his young, hormonal body rejoiced at the feeling of a warm someone underneath him and sprang to attention. As if the kiss hadn’t been enough.
Genesis smiled happily through the continuous kisses. They were sloppy, over-enthusiastic, and not at all suave. But…it was wonderful. Despite all Angeal’s inelegance, he managed to convey everything Genesis needed without ever saying a word.
I love you.
*************************
Angeal couldn’t believe what he’d just done. The warm, relaxed body lying next to him was an unfailing reminder of…
heatlovesweetpleasure
Angeal shook his head and pulled the other boy closer. Genesis murmured something Angeal couldn’t make out and cuddled in deeper. The dark haired boy kissed the top of a head covered in mussed red locks.
Was…was this right? Was this how things were done? His mother would be so disappointed in him, he just knew it. He was supposed to wait for a nice girl, court her, marry her, and have a life with her. He wasn’t…wasn’t…
Wasn’t supposed to sleep with his male best friend when they were only fourteen. Gillian had always expounded on the virtue of waiting for marriage as soon as she realized that her little boy knew the thing between his legs was good for doing something other than peeing. Chastity. Honor. It was all interconnected in his mind. You couldn’t have honor by sleeping around, his mother had drilled into his head. Honor came with proper, dedicated courtship, marriage, and waiting.
But…Genesis had been so happy. Angeal had never seen such a sweet, loving smile on the redhead’s lips. His smiles had always been tinged with sarcasm, scorn, or a jaded kind of resignation. This though…this had turned Genesis somewhat sorrowful face into a shining, bright expression of joy.
How could that possibly be wrong?
“I love you, Angie,” Genesis murmured. A single kiss to Angeal’s chest followed.
“I love you too, Gen,” Angeal said and squeezed the redhead tighter still. Genesis didn’t seem to mind the firm embrace, and tried to practically burrow himself inside the bigger boy.
How could love ever be wrong?
…it couldn’t.
Fandom: FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites and Mailing List: See links under user information
Beta: None
Chapter: 1/1 Ficlet
Pairings: Angeal/Genesis
Rating: R?
Warnings: Implied sex between minors
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: How could love ever be wrong? …it couldn’t.
A/N: Just a reminder that these drabbles are not posted in timeline order. Go to the Chronological Order Post for a list of them in order:
http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/97889.html
Angeal put his book down at the sound of tapping at his window. The fourteen year old rolled out of bed and pulled back the curtains. The pretty, angelic face of his long-time best friend was framed in the slightly clouded glass. He shoved open the window which stuck on his tracks, as usual. He jiggled the frame a few times to put it back on the tracks until it finally opened enough to let in a slender body. Genesis slipped through, quiet as a breath of wind.
Immediately, Angeal had his arms full of best-friend. The shivering breaths of the smaller boy told Angeal that he was crying.
“Hey,” Angeal murmured, “What’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around the slender torso, and winced when Genesis cried out softly in pain.
Genesis lifted his head to look at Angeal. “I…there was an accident.”
Angeal gently pushed Genesis back and took him by his arms. “What happened?”
Genesis didn’t say anything. Instead he turned around, dislodging gentle hands, and lifted his shirt. Angeal gasped at the welts crisscrossing the pale flesh and reached out to gently touch one rather nasty one that ran from shoulder to below the waistband of Genesis’ pants.
“It was an accident,” Genesis whispered.
“What kind of accident causes this, Gen?” Angeal breathed.
The older, but smaller, boy shrugged and turned back around to practically fall into Angeal’s arms. “It’s not important. Can we lay down? I’m so tired.”
Angeal sighed, knowing that was all he’d get from the redhead. Above all things, Genesis was stubborn. He’d been that way as far back as Angeal could remember, and he didn’t think it would change anytime soon. If ever.
Angeal’s old bed creaked quite a bit as they lay down. The bigger boy leaned over and blew out the oil lamp sitting on the side table. It wasn’t at all what Genesis was used to: lumpy, springs digging into his back. The old, complaining mattress wasn’t the down stuffed feather bed and velvet duvet, but for some reason it was so much more comfortable.
Genesis lay his head on Angeal’s chest, and the younger boy’s already heavily muscled, strong arms encircled him.
It was many minutes later, when Angeal was almost asleep that Genesis spoke again.
“Will you kiss me, Angeal?”
The words took awhile for Angeal to process, but when he did he sat up. Displaced, Genesis sat up as well and looked at Angeal through the darkness.
“Kiss you?” Angeal asked, dumbfounded. They’d always been very physical in their friendship. Holding hands, embracing, touches. It was something that was a part of them.
But…they’d never…done something…like…
“Just once?” Genesis pleaded, blue eyes almost glowing in the dark. “Just so that I know…”
Genesis didn’t finish his sentence, but Angeal knew what he meant all the same.
Angeal leaned forward, breath shaky and stomach in instant knots. Neither closed their eyes as their lips touched.
Angeal had never imagined that he would kiss his friend like a…a boyfriend. It just wasn’t something that was done in this little corner of the world. Any boys that were deemed that way usually bore the brunt of the populace’s distain until they were old enough to leave for larger cities, where nobody cared about anyone else’s business. The whole matter was rather hush hush, and if spoken about at all it was glossed over with a heavy smattering of condemnation and scorn. Boys didn’t kiss boys. Boys kissed girls. Boys married girls. Boys had babies with girls.
But Genesis was a boy. And Angeal was a boy. And…
Gaia but Genesis could kiss.
The older boy’s mouth parted and his soft, warm tongue brushed Angeal’s lips. The bigger boy couldn’t help himself. He opened his own mouth and let that wonderful, exploring tongue inside. It was only seconds before Genesis retreated, but kept his lips open. Angeal couldn’t resist the blatant invitation. He drove his own tongue inside and lapped at Genesis’ mouth. The other boy tasted sweet, like he’d been eating apples earlier. Or maybe that was just the way Genesis tasted. Sweet. And spicy, like cinnamon and cloves only deeper and muskier.
When Genesis drew Angeal on top of him when he lay back on the bed, Angeal didn’t protest. In fact, his young, hormonal body rejoiced at the feeling of a warm someone underneath him and sprang to attention. As if the kiss hadn’t been enough.
Genesis smiled happily through the continuous kisses. They were sloppy, over-enthusiastic, and not at all suave. But…it was wonderful. Despite all Angeal’s inelegance, he managed to convey everything Genesis needed without ever saying a word.
I love you.
*************************
Angeal couldn’t believe what he’d just done. The warm, relaxed body lying next to him was an unfailing reminder of…
heatlovesweetpleasure
Angeal shook his head and pulled the other boy closer. Genesis murmured something Angeal couldn’t make out and cuddled in deeper. The dark haired boy kissed the top of a head covered in mussed red locks.
Was…was this right? Was this how things were done? His mother would be so disappointed in him, he just knew it. He was supposed to wait for a nice girl, court her, marry her, and have a life with her. He wasn’t…wasn’t…
Wasn’t supposed to sleep with his male best friend when they were only fourteen. Gillian had always expounded on the virtue of waiting for marriage as soon as she realized that her little boy knew the thing between his legs was good for doing something other than peeing. Chastity. Honor. It was all interconnected in his mind. You couldn’t have honor by sleeping around, his mother had drilled into his head. Honor came with proper, dedicated courtship, marriage, and waiting.
But…Genesis had been so happy. Angeal had never seen such a sweet, loving smile on the redhead’s lips. His smiles had always been tinged with sarcasm, scorn, or a jaded kind of resignation. This though…this had turned Genesis somewhat sorrowful face into a shining, bright expression of joy.
How could that possibly be wrong?
“I love you, Angie,” Genesis murmured. A single kiss to Angeal’s chest followed.
“I love you too, Gen,” Angeal said and squeezed the redhead tighter still. Genesis didn’t seem to mind the firm embrace, and tried to practically burrow himself inside the bigger boy.
How could love ever be wrong?
…it couldn’t.