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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 One
            ‘Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface quietly, but surely’ -Loveless, ACT IV
            Sephiroth sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed as peace flowed through him. He could feel Genesis at his back, making the occasional appreciative sound as he ran a brush through nearly five feet of thick silver hair. The backs of his hands brushed Sephiroth’s skin with every pass, sending pleasant shivers down his back and shoulders, as his silk-covered legs hugged his thighs. Sephiroth was sure that his lover would tease him for the happy smile he couldn’t quite conceal were he to see it. Sephiroth had never felt so much at peace with himself as he did in that moment, as the man he loved pampered him as only he ever had, and it showed.
            He released a soundless sigh, resisting the urge to lean back into the other man as he drew close just long enough to throw a finished section of shimmering silver over his shoulder. Genesis made a soft, satisfied sound as he went back to work, and Sephiroth’s smile deepened. His kitten was certainly enjoying this, so much so that Sephiroth was loathe to do anything to disturb him. Growing his hair out had been the only way he’d had to rebel against Hojo in his youth, who hated it to this day, even though his own was shoulder-length. He had considered cutting it as an adolescent, especially once he realized just how greatly it emphasized his differences from the other boys his age, until Genesis himself had unintentionally put a stop to such thoughts.
            They had been sparring, the first time it they had done so without Angeal, who had been busy with Dr. Hollander. Genesis remarked that his hair was quite striking, and had reached out with a casual hand to flick a wayward strand. He had walked away with a smirk, leaving a fifteen-year-old Sephiroth gaping after him. Once Sephiroth had realized that Genesis actually liked something about him, his fate had been sealed. He hadn’t cut his hair since, only trimming his bangs every few months, and likely never would. He would never deprive Genesis of something he prized so greatly, no matter how much it aggravated him at times.
            At least, it didn’t hang in his face. He didn’t know how Genesis tolerated that fringe constantly sliding into his field of vision. It would aggravate him to no end to be constantly flipping it out of his face as his lover did. Kadaj had worn his hair in a similar fashion, he recalled, but it hadn’t seemed to bother him. In fact, he didn’t remember “seeing” the boy react to it all. The youngest remnant had somehow learned to peer through it, concealing himself from others, while his keen eyes saw all. There was very little his agile, if unbalanced, mind had missed, even though he hadn’t understood everything he observed.
            Much like the man he had been fashioned after, he didn’t seem to understand basic human emotion very well. He had been quite adept at reading others, but he had been blind to the truth of his own situation, and the effect his destructive actions had on those who cared for him. In that, he was very much like Genesis.
            Sephiroth sighed heavily, his contentment fading away, as he thought of the boys being held prisoner, likely being tortured as he had once been. His only consolation was that Hojo had been kept busy by the President, so much so that he hadn’t had a chance to leave Midgar for nearly a year. Whatever was being done to the boys now, at least Hojo was not the one doing it.
            “Seph?”
            He looked over his shoulder, only to find that Genesis had moved to his side, his perfect azure eyes full of concern. “Yes, Gen?”
            Genesis ran a tender hand over his shoulder. “Are you all right?”
            He hesitated before sighing once again. “No, Gen, I’m not.” He offered a crooked smile and unwound himself, climbing off the bed and extending his hand. “I have something I want you to see.”
            Genesis slid his hand into the other man’s, letting himself be drawn to his feet, the hairbrush forgotten in his concern. As Sephiroth led him into the living room, he couldn’t resist reaching out to smooth a hand over the tight curve of one silk-clad buttock. Sephiroth glanced over his shoulder with a small smile, pulling him closer to his side, as they approached the corner where his desk sat. Genesis watched with curiosity as he switched on the lamp, one with a low wattage bulb, and turned the computer on. He pulled out the chair and gestured silently for Genesis to sit. Genesis did so, swiveling around to look up at him with questioning blue eyes.
            “What is it, Seph?”
            “You’ll see.”
            Sephiroth withdrew a single flash drive, the one with the silver marking, and inserted it into an open USB port. He leaned over Genesis, smiling again as his lover immediately reached up to play with the hair that cascaded over them both, and laid his hand over the mouse. He opened the drive and scrolled down to the file he wanted, the one that described the “age therapy” treatments, and clicked on it. Once it opened, he drew back, ignoring Genesis’ disappointed sound as his hair slid out of his reach. He rounded the chair, leaned back against the desk, and crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to see Genesis’ face as he read this, wanted to observe his facial expressions so that he could gauge the depth of the other man’s reaction to the knowledge that Hojo had successfully cloned him—three times.
            Genesis gazed up at Sephiroth for a long moment, hating the closed expression he was wearing, as well as the veiled look in those cat-like green eyes. Whatever it was that he wanted him to see, it was obviously important to him, and the last thing he wanted was to disappoint the other man. Genesis sent him a reassuring smile and turned back to the screen, not surprised to see that it was scientific report from one of Hojo’s unknown assistants. What did surprise him, however, was that Sephiroth was only mentioned in the report in passing. He was not the source of it.
            The subjects were, apparently, three young boys who had been. . .“Shit,” he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he realized just what he was reading. “Hojo fucking cloned you?!”
            “Yes,” Sephiroth answered in clipped tones.
            Genesis shook his red head and continued to read, his eyes never leaving the screen. Poor fucking kids, he thought with sympathy, and not a small bit of rage. Just like Sephiroth, they were being raised in one of Hojo’s labs, being used as guinea pigs as he attempted to scientifically recreate what the Goddess had given Sephiroth. “That bastard!” he hissed angrily. “How dare he play God like this! Who the hell does he think he is?”
            “Hojo’s arrogance knows no bounds,” Sephiroth replied with a casual shrug that belied the anger in his own eyes.
            Genesis snorted his opinion of that as his gaze flicked back to the report. “What are ‘J’ and ‘V’ cells?” he asked at length. “And why the hell is Hojo trying to age them?”
            Sephiroth cast a sidelong glance at the screen, his emerald eyes narrowed with hatred. “I am not sure,” he answered, hating that he had to lie, even partially. “I am unfamiliar with ‘V’ cells, but as for ‘J’. . .”
            His voice trailed off as he sighed heavily. “I know that I have been injected with the ‘J’ substance many times,” he said, compromising himself to give Genesis at least a small portion of the truth. “At least, as a child. It seems to have been an active factor in enhancing my strength. As for the aging process, I am at a loss to explain why Hojo would choose to do such a thing.”
            Genesis only nodded, leaning back in the chair, his expression thoughtful. “When did you find out about this?” he asked absently.
            Sephiroth hesitated before giving yet another not-quite untruth. “I came across the information while we were separated last month,” he said, comforting himself that—technically—it was the truth, even if he was omitting the eight years he had lived and died in between. “I have been searching for them ever since.”
            That got Genesis’ full attention. “How?” he asked bluntly, adding, “I know that Hojo and the President would never give their permission for the amount of gil that such an extensive search would cost.”
            “Rufus,” Sephiroth said simply.
            Sky-blue eyes widened at that. “Little Rufus Shinra?” he questioned with disbelief. “Our illustrious, fifteen-year-old VP?”
            Sephiroth nodded in confirmation as he added, “Cloud and Reno have been helping me, as well.”
            Genesis blinked for a moment. “Reno?” he said blankly. “You mean, that little redheaded street rat that Tseng took under his wing? The one who’s always propositioning you when he thinks I can’t hear him?”
            “Yes, that’s the one,” he answered with a dry chuckle. “He and Cloud have become friends. In fact, it was his proficiency with computers that enabled us to access Hojo’s restricted records.”
            Genesis was silent for a long moment, his blue-hued gaze flickering as he studied his complex lover. “You realize that he’s a Turk, now?”
            Sephiroth nodded solemnly, then surprised him with a smile. “A Turk is a good thing to have on your side, Genesis. I now understand why the President keeps them so close.”
            He found that he couldn’t return the smile as his mind raced. “And Cloud?” he questioned quietly, trying to imagine how Zack’s adorable, spiky-haired little apprentice fit into the equation.
            Sephiroth hesitated, unsure how to explain Strife’s connection with the youngest of his clones, while still keeping the truth concealed. “Strife knows the youngest boy,” he said at last, holding a hand up when Genesis opened his mouth to speak. “No, I do not know how, as it pains him to speak of it, but I have my suspicions. You’ve noticed how unusually bright the boy’s eyes are?”
            “Yeah,” Genesis replied as he pictured those surprisingly vivid blue eyes. “Are you telling me that somehow, someway, Hojo got his hands on the Puppy’s apprentice?”
            “I believe so, yes,” Sephiroth replied with emphasis. “Cloud is from a small town called Nibelheim. Shinra once had a laboratory there, in a mansion on the outskirts of town. Hojo would have needed an isolated place to raise the children, and Nibelheim is in a secluded, rather mountainous region. It would have been the perfect place to hide such an experiment.”
            Genesis shook his head again, his stomach turning over at the very thought of it. “How did you convince Rufus to help you?” he asked at last, focusing on what questions Sephiroth could answer. “I can’t imagine him helping you out of the kindness of his heart.”
            “I offered him the one thing he could not procure on his own,” Sephiroth answered very, very carefully.
            Oh, shit. Genesis swallowed hard, very much afraid that he knew what Sephiroth had used as a bargaining chip. “The President’s chair,” he stated flatly.
            “The President’s chair,” Sephiroth echoed in confirmation.
            “Sephiroth. . .” Genesis’ voice trailed off as he looked away. “You realize that you’re talking treason here?”
            “I know.” Sephiroth pushed away from the desk and knelt before him, turning the chair so that he would have no choice but to look at him. “I can’t leave them to Hojo, Gen. I know what they’re going through, what he’s doing to them, and I cannot—I will not—allow them to suffer when I can save them. I am going to find them and take them someplace safe, but President Shinra has to die, or we will never be free.”
            “So, you’re really going to do it,” Genesis murmured, shaken as he remembered his lover’s impassioned words about someday exploring to world. “You’re really going to leave Shinra.”
            “Yes.”
            Genesis felt his eyes fill with moisture and quickly blinked the sign of weakness away. “What about me?” he asked in a small, forlorn whisper that twisted Sephiroth’s heart.
            He quickly reached up and grasped the deceptively delicate hands that were fisted on his lover’s lap. “I was hoping that you would agree to accompany me,” he said with a brief, somber smile. “I know how much SOLDIER means to you, Genesis, but—”
            “It doesn’t mean more to me than you!” Genesis declared harshly, jerking his hands away with a stricken expression.
            Sephiroth released a long, controlled breath and sat back on his haunches. “You have spent ten years striving to make yourself a better SOLDIER,” he said in a soft, reasonable tone. “I would never be so arrogant as to assume that you would throw all of that away for me. Especially, in light of your recent achievements.”
            Genesis let out a short, humorlessly laugh as he shook his head negatively. “You really don’t understand people, do you?”
            “Genesis—”
            “No, it’s my turn, Sephiroth.”
            Genesis pushed the chair back as he stood, still shaking his head as he went to stand before the large wall of glass. Sephiroth rose to his feet and followed slowly, watching his lover’s reflection in the night-darkened glass. Genesis’ fine, aristocratic features showed weariness, fear, resignation. . .but oddly, the most predominant emotion was something that almost seemed to resemble anticipation.
            The other man’s eyes caught his, their mako-glow enhanced in the thick glass of the window. “I told you that I loved you tonight,” he said in a soft voice. “Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
            “Of course it does,” Sephiroth said with a faint frown. “You have to know how important you are me, Genesis.”
            “I do,” he acknowledged softly.
            “Then, why would you ask me such a thing?” Sephiroth asked with quiet confusion.
            “Because, you’re still not getting it.” Genesis made a frustrated sound, his blue eyes narrowing just enough to worry the other man. “You love me, and I love you. What makes you think that I wouldn’t want to go with you?”
            The frown deepened. “Your career--”
            “Means nothing.” Genesis turned to face him at last, his expression softening as he took pity on his confused lover. “Shinra, SOLDIER, my position as General. . . none of it means a damned thing without you. Seph, don’t you realize that you are SOLDIER? You’re reason we have so many recruits. You are the standard that every cadet strives to reach. You’re a hero to everyone, Sephiroth, including me.”
            “I’m no hero.” Sephiroth took a step back, his displeasure clear in the thinning of his lips. “I do what I was raised to do, what I am ordered to do. I am a soldier, Genesis, not a hero.”
            “I’m not going to argue semantics with you, Seph.” Genesis stepped forward and slipped his arms around Sephiroth’s waist, smiling to himself as strong arms wrapped around him in return. He tilted his head back and looked up at the other man. “You are my hero, moonbeam, and you always will be. If you’re determined to do this, then you won’t do it alone. I’ll be with you every step of the way, whether you want me to be or not. Now, do you understand?”
            Sephiroth gazed down into his upturned face for a long, heart-stopping moment before smiling. “Yes, I believe that you have made yourself quite clear, kitten.”
            “Good.” Genesis rose up on his toes and pressed his lips to the other man’s. “Now, tell me everything you know about these boys, so that I can give my parents a proper description of them.”
            Exotic green eyes blinked at him blankly. “Why would your parents be interested in my clones?”
            Genesis smiled wickedly as he said, “Not your clones, Sephiroth, but your boys. Your children.”
            Sephiroth chuckled at that. “I had not thought of them that way,” he admitted. “Your parents would see them as grandchildren? Is that what you are getting at?”
            “It’s the closest they’ll ever come to getting grandkids out of me,” he declared with a toss of his head. “So, talk already, and tell me about them.”
            Happiness filled Sephiroth as he led the other man to the sofa and did just that. He told him nothing that he wouldn’t find in any of the thousands of files Hojo had kept on the remnants, careful not to let anything else slip. He spoke of the mood swings Kadaj had exhibited all of his life, of Yazoo’s cool, deceptively calm exterior, as well as Loz’s emotional sensitivity. He was careful not to use their names, only referring to them as the youngest, oldest, and middle child, but it was enough for Genesis, who actually looked excited at the thought of three beautiful, damaged versions of himself running amuck through their lives.
            “I can’t wait to meet them,” Genesis said, smothering a yawn as he snuggled against his lover’s chest. “I’ll bet they’re every bit as charming as you are.”
            Sephiroth raised one silver brow at that. “Genesis, I lack the social skills that are required to be considered ‘charming’.”
            “Believe me, you’ve got a charm all your own, Seph.” He yawned again, his eyes closing as he brushed his lips over Sephiroth’s heart. “Now, tell me what you and Rufus are planning, and how I can help.”
            There was a long paused above him, but Genesis didn’t let it bother him. Sephiroth had always been one to choose his words carefully before speaking. “Heidigger and Palmer are to be replaced; Lazard will be appointed Director of Public Safety.”
            “Good call,” Genesis mumbled with approval. “What about Scarlet?”
            Sephiroth grunted. “That will be Rufus’ decision. I do not care whether she remains a member of the board or not.”
            Genesis made a rude sound at that. “She’s a bitch,” he declared bluntly.
            “Yes, but bitch or no, she is very good at her job.”
            “Whatever,” he mumbled, and then shrugged it aside. It wasn’t like he actually cared what happened to the office bike. “And Tuesti?”
            “He stays,” Sephiroth answered swiftly. “He is to be allotted the funding that President Shinra has always denied him.”
            He smiled just a little as one hand began to trace patterns on his lover’s chiseled abdomen. “Good, he’ll be able to clean up the slums, then.”
            “My thoughts exactly.” Sephiroth hugged him tightly before continuing, wondering if his next words would change his lover’s decision to follow him into the unknown. “The direct command of SOLDIER will be divided equally between you, Angeal, Zack, and myself. While Lazard oversees the whole of the army, of course.”
            Genesis stilled against him, his hand ceasing its idle movements entirely. Sephiroth waited with more patience than he’d known he possessed for his lover to speak, to react to the knowledge that he would soon be placed in a position of nearly ultimate power. Unease crept through him when silence continued to be the other man’s only response. “You will no longer be my subordinate,” he forced himself to continue calmly. “You will be my equal, in responsibility as well as in rank. Angeal and Zack, as well.”
            Genesis’ breathing altered slightly, quickening audibly, but that was the extent of his response. Sephiroth drew a deep breath and forged ahead. “I had thought to give partial control of the Thirds to Zack, since he is closest to them in age, and is still learning to instruct others. He is also very good at interacting with people. The new recruits will feel more comfortable here under his guidance. It will be an invaluable experience for him, and it will teach him things that even Angeal can not.”
            “As for Angeal,” he shrugged here, “he is already looked up to by the 2^nd Class. It would be natural for him to assume control of them, when so many already go to him for advice.”
            “You said you wanted to give the puppy partial control of the Thirds,” Genesis said at last, his voice a mere thread of sound. “Why not give it all to him?”
            Sephiroth frowned down at the top of his fiery head. This was not the reaction he had been expecting. “Because he is still young and relatively inexperienced. He will need calm, level heads to balance him, SOLDIERs who can help him learn the intricacies of maintaining control without being overwhelmed by the responsibility. Also, there are too many Thirds for one man to effectively govern them all. It will take at least two, if not three, to maintain control of such a large force.”
            “There are several Seconds who I believe would make excellent Lieutenants for Zachary. Kunsel is one, Cloud is another.”
            “Ah.” Genesis’ voice sounded stronger as he shifted, drawing his knees up to rest against Sephiroth’s thigh. “You don’t think that smacks of favoritism, assigning Zack’s own student as his second-in-command?”
            Sephiroth shook his head negatively, sending ribbons of silver spilling over them both. “Kunsel is his friend, as well, but I don’t think it will make a difference. Both boys are qualified for the position, as they are unusually mature for their age, and they already get along with Zack. I don’t foresee any problems along those lines.”
            That fiery head moved against him as his lover nodded. “And the Firsts?” he asked in a deceptively casual voice that brought a fond smile to Sephiroth’s.
            “I thought that you and I could share command of the 1^st Class,” he answered with just a hint of dryness. “Would that be acceptable to you?”
            The hand that rested on his stomach began to tremble, and Sephiroth inhaled sharply when Genesis laid it flat along the waistband of his sleep pants. All the blood seemed to leave his head, focusing on a point just beyond that smoothly calloused hand, and he swallowed hard as his own breathing accelerated. “I take it,” he whispered as that hand began to move lower, “that you approve?”
            A gentle hand settled over him, stroking the hard length of his arousal through midnight silk. “What do you think?”
            Sephiroth groaned at the low, sultry note in Genesis’ cultured voice, arching into the teasing, too-light caress. “Genesis. . .”
            Sharp teeth found the soft underside of his jaw, and his head fell back in response. The pressure on his cock suddenly eased, and he watched through half-closed lids as Genesis shimmied out of his sleep pants. Just that quickly, Genesis’ mood had changed, charging the atmosphere around them with a fiery sexual energy that left Sephiroth reeling. It had always been like this, passion rising between them in an instant, devastating in its sheer intensity. He had felt it from the first moment he had looked into eyes the color of a pure blue sky, and he knew that it would never change, no matter what the future brought to them both.
            Genesis rose to his knees, gloriously, unashamedly nude as he moved to straddle Sephiroth’s hips. He resumed the maddeningly slow movements of his hand, his head cocked to one side as he studied the dark, nearly sinister sensuality that crept into Sephiroth’s angelically perfect features. A crafty smile curved his own lips as he continued those delicate, featherlike strokes, resting his weight on his lover’s thighs as his own excitement rose.
            “You realize,” he began almost conversationally, “that all of your plans won’t mean anything once we leave Midgar?”
            “Yes,” Sephiroth gasped, his hands coming up to grasp the pale cream of Genesis’ thighs. “Gen—”
            A firm squeeze cut off his words, and Genesis’ smile took on a smug cast as he resumed his ministrations. “Why are you doing this?” he asked, gazing into glowing green eyes as his own demanded the truth. “Tell me, Seph. I want to hear you say it.”
            “Koneko. . .” Sephiroth tumbled into those sky-blue orbs, everything falling away until only the other man remained. “They tried to take you away from me,” he whispered, his deep voice bleak even as he thrust into Genesis’ clever touch. “I’ve given them everything, and they would deny me you. I can’t let them get away with it. I won’t lose you to them. I can’t.”
            “Oh, Seph.” Genesis sighed, the arrogance draining away as though it had never been. “I love that you care enough to do this for me,” he leaned forward, his hand slipping away as he rubbed his cock against his lover’s, “but, I assure you, it’s not necessary. Shinra has no power over me. I want to be with you, Sephiroth. I want to explore the world with you and our boys. You’re not going to lose me, not to Shinra or anyone else.”
            He lowered his head, capturing parted bow lips with his own. He shifted to slip the impressive length of Sephiroth’s erection out of his pants, his own breath catching at his lover’s hoarse moan. He deepened the kiss as his hand swept over Sephiroth’s pulsing cock, using his tongue as a distraction as he spread the other man’s pre-come over them both. Sephiroth’s hands moved to help him and he gently batted them away, rising up on his knees as he settled himself over the head of the other man’s cock.
            He lifted his head and smiled down at his silver-haired lover. Sephiroth was gazing up at him with a helpless sort of vulnerability, and he was reminded of their first time together. Sephiroth had worn a similar expression then, and Genesis wondered how he could have been so blind as to ever mistake the love he saw there for anything as simple as lust.
            He reached out and smoothed his hands over Sephiroth’s cheeks, stroking his hair back from his face, his touch as gentle as he could make it, as he began to inch his body lower. “I love you,” he murmured, his own breath catching as he took Sephiroth into his body. “I don’t care about Shinra, or SOLDIER, or anything else. All I want is you.”
            Sephiroth hands found his hips as he fought the urge to throw the other man onto his back and take him in a passionate fury. “You have me,” he rasped, bowing his back as long fingers twined sensuously though his hair. “I’m yours, Genesis. I always have been.”
            “I know that,” Genesis’ breath hitched as long fingers found his nipples, “now.”
            Sephiroth swept his thumbs over the hardened pink nubs, shivering as Genesis arched into the twin caresses. He lowered his hands to slim hips, tightened his hold, and thrust deep. Genesis cried out, his hands finding and clutching pale shoulders as lightning arched through his body. He threw his head back, his eyes falling closed as he rode the man beneath him with sensuous abandon, and Sephiroth watched him with glittering, feral green eyes.
            “Ah, fuck, Seph!” Genesis’ eyes flew open, pulsing with emotion as they locked on his own. “You feel so good.”
            A low moan escaped Sephiroth as he watched Genesis writhe above him. The other man was no longer interested in teasing him, working himself over Sephiroth’s cock with increasingly swift movements. It took all of Sephiroth’s considerable self-control to do no more than thrust against him, to encourage him with nothing more than guiding hands and soul-deep sounds of pleasure. He was doing everything in his power to show Genesis how much he enjoyed him, how much he appreciated the slim, muscled body that strained so beautifully against his own, without making him feel as though he were anything less his equal.
            But it was far from easy. As his own pleasure mounted, his dominant instincts warred with his desire to please the man who held his heart. He gasped the other man’s name, his hands tightening convulsively, threatening to leave bruises on the creamy perfection of Genesis’ skin, as he fought himself. Genesis responded by grasping his left hand and directing it towards the straining length of his own neglected erection.
            “Don’t hold back! Don’t—Gods, yes!” Genesis cried as Sephiroth wrapped his fingers around him and began to stroke him firmly. He released Sephiroth’s shoulders and placed his hands on the firm thighs behind him, arching his back as he thrust into that talented hand. “Don’t stop! I want to come just like this.”
            Sephiroth adjusted his grip and began to pump in earnest, barely remembering to add the little twist of his wrist that always drove Genesis wild. Genesis was shuddering violently, his eyes shutting tight, Sephiroth’s name spilling from his lips, as he lifted his hips and slammed them against the other man’s. Sephiroth slipped his free hand around Genesis hips, the world swimming in and out of focus as Genesis’s desire drove them both towards the brink of madness.
            He felt Genesis began to tighten around him, a loud keening sound escaping his parted lips, and Sephiroth shivered as his own body began to respond to the orgasm he could feel building in the other man. “Genesis,” he murmured roughly, his deep voice breaking with pleasure. “Come, kitten. Give yourself to me. Let me feel your pleasure. Come for me, koneko.”
            Genesis did just that. He dug his knees into Sephiroth’s hips to anchor himself as his body began to convulse. He came hard, brilliant light exploding behind his closed lids, his seed pouring over Sephiroth’s hand, which never stopped stroking him. He felt Sephiroth gather him close and dropped his head to his shoulder, cushioned by silken skin and satiny hair, as Sephiroth came inside of him, his hand stroking him until the very end.
            He felt gentle lips brushed the shell of his ear, that beautifully deep voice a mere rasp, as Sephiroth whispered, “I love you, too.”
            Genesis smiled as he turned his face into the other man’s neck, thinking that he had never been happier than he was at this moment, as Sephiroth trembled against him in the aftermath of pleasure, and his own come threatened to glue them together. He laughed softly at the thought and ran his hands over Sephiroth’s silky hair. He tried to open his eyes but quickly gave up as the past four weeks finally caught up with him.
            “Can we go to bed, now?” he asked, his voice slurred with fatigue. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
            He felt more than heard Sephiroth’s quiet laughter as he shifted him in his arms. “Of course, kitten.”
            Sephiroth stood and swung him up into his arms, expecting a protest at the presumptive treatment. Instead, Genesis looped his arms around his neck and sighed happily without ever opening his eyes. “Will you tell me more about our boys tomorrow?”
            Our boys. Sephiroth smiled down at him lovingly, the tender expression going unnoticed as Genesis threatened to fall asleep in his arms. “Of course, I will,” he told the other man softly. “I will even give you more files to read, if you would like.”
            “Mmmmmm,” Genesis nuzzled his neck as he yawned again, his eyes never opening, “I’d like, Seph.”
            Sephiroth brushed his lips over the crown of his fiery head as he carried him back to the bedroom. He set Genesis on his feet, keeping one arm around him to steady him as he swayed on his feet. He used his free hand to peel back the covers, then set Genesis gently on the bed.
            “I’ll be right back,” he told him in quietly, his smile growing at the inarticulate sound Genesis made in return. He retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom and sat beside him, cleaning him off with gentle reverence. Genesis opened his eyes just long enough to smile at him in thanks, and he returned it as he quickly wiped himself off. He set the soiled cloth on the nightstand and simply gazed at the other man for a long moment.
            Genesis was sprawled out on his back, his blazing auburn hair thoroughly tousled, tumbling around his beautiful face in wanton disarray. Those fine-boned features were slack with sleepiness, the fire in his unforgettable azure eyes temporarily banked as long lashes fanned out in fiery crescents over his cheeks. Sephiroth reached out, unable to resist the lure of Genesis’ silken skin, and smoothed his hand over the pale cream of his throat. Genesis responded by reaching up and tugging on his hand, making his desires known without ever opening his eyes.
            Sephiroth turned the lamp off and slid under the blanket, pulling it over them both as he curled around the other man. Genesis turned into him just long enough to brush his lips over his, then promptly rolled onto his other side. Sephiroth merely wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer, burying his face in cinnamon-scented hair, and closed his own eyes.
            “Seph?”
            He smiled at the sleepy mewl that was his name. “Yes, kitten?”
            A slender hand curled around his own. “I love you.”
            He threaded his fingers through his heart’s and hugged him closer. “I love you, too, Gen.”
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