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Darkened Skies	By : Cynthia Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Darkened Skies"

Chapter twenty-two: Matching sets

A Final Fantasy 7 AU fanfiction

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*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can’t get enough of this world and the characters.

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"You stole my kill."
The accusation, uttered with such sincere umbrage, was the last thing anyone expected out of Genesis' mouth when he looked at the tall form of Chaos. He seemed barely phased by the demon's appearance, in fact. Chaos stared back at him in the manner of someone who wasn't used to being challenged. The room was utterly silent, but for the crunch of glass underfoot. The situation was so bizarre and Genesis' reaction was so inappropriate, Reeve blurted a hysterical laugh before he could stop himself.
"Excuse me," he said as Chaos and Genesis both looked at him. He cleared his throat. "That was…rude."
"What is this place?" demanded Chaos in a deep, resonant voice.
"ShinRa tower, in Junon," answered Rufus carefully. "You're Chaos?"
"I am," answered the demon. "I was. What is this creature at my feet?"
His words were confusing, but then, Chaos seemed to be confused himself. Reeve answered him as best he could. "That is…or was a Tsviet. They're top ranking members of Deepground, an army of super humans created by the former president Shinra."
"I understand nothing of what you just said," admitted Chaos. He narrowed his amber gaze on Genesis, who was glaring at him still. "Why do you stare as if you would challenge me, mortal?"
"I just told you," Genesis answered, gesturing at the massive body lying on the floor. "you took my kill."
Chaos' wings spread slowly and his cold gaze intensified on the Soldier. Reeve hastily intervened, stepping between the two of them. "Everyone just calm down. Genesis, put that sword away. Chaos, please allow me to explain the situation."
"I don't care what the situation is," informed Chaos. "You're all merely souls to be harvested, to me. Prepare for…for…"
Chaos wavered and a troubled expression crossed his marble features. He looked at Reeve. "I feel…what the host feels. This cannot be."
"Er, why don't you sit down," offered Reeve solicitously as the others gaped. "Lazard, can you roll that chair this way?"
The director wordlessly obliged, giving one of the few still upright office chairs a push. He stared at Chaos through smudged glasses, his aristocratically handsome features blank with awe. Reeve caught the chair and he urged Chaos to sit in it, very much aware that what he was doing was essentially the same as sticking his head into a lion's mouth.
"Here," he said. "Please. I know you're disoriented and I would like to help. You've been dormant for some time, and it must be a shock to wake up in a world like this."
Rufus blinked at the engineer. "Tell me you aren't seriously thinking of negotiating with this creature."
"I don't need to sit," Chaos said at the same time.
Reeve put a hand to his brow and rubbed the spot, feeling a headache coming on. "Fine. President Shinra, I won't negotiate with him. We can just let him suck us dry of spirit energy and bring about Omega faster. Chaos, if you want to kill us, just do it. We can't stop you."
"I beg to differ," Genesis said, raising his sword again.
Chaos looked as though he might decide to make good on his threat against the redhead, but he staggered again and he seemed to shrink in on himself. Reeve breathed a sigh of relief when Vincent returned. He helped the gunman into the chair when he saw how unsteady he was on his feet.
"Did I…did he harm anyone?" Vincent asked groggily.
"Just the Tsviet on the floor," assured Reeve. "I think we might be able to reason with him, eventually."
Vincent looked at Azul's corpse, a brief expression of surprise crossing his pale features. His red eyes were troubled beneath the bandanna around his head. "Reeve, don't try to humanize this creature. He considers himself above us and to him, it would be like a fox negotiating with a hen. It isn't going to happen."
"Well, I don't see what else we can do," sighed Reeve. "You can't control when he makes his appearances and if you can't make him retreat when he does, we need to be on his good side."
"What makes you think it has a good side?" Genesis asked. "Chaos exists to reap souls for the Lifestream, or feed on their energy when he's feeling peckish. I doubt you'll garnish any sympathy from him for our cause."
"Maybe not, but I have to try," Reeve insisted stubbornly. "Everyone saw what he just did. He punched through that Tsviet's chest like it was made of paper Mache. It's in our best interest to make nice with this being. The next time he comes out, I'm going to take the route of the diplomat and hope to Gaia he'll listen to me."
Genesis shrugged. "Suit yourself." He nudged the body with his boot and sighed. "So much for a lover's vengeance."

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The Deepground forces began to retreat and Rufus stuck to the plan he'd made with Sephiroth, despite Reeve's weak protests. Within the ranks of the enemy, Nero saw the danger and he acted quickly, dedicated wholeheartedly to the cause. His dark powers encased the transports containing the prisoners and he teleported them and himself out of danger. The white-hot energy blast from the cannon struck the Deepground army, blowing away half their ranks in one hit. The attack was devastating, but what ShinRa Inc. did not understand was the depth of Deepground's resolve and their willingness to sacrifice their own lives for their cause. The loss of soldiers didn't hurt them as bad as their opponents hoped, because they were so close to reaching their goal, the size of their army soon wouldn't matter.
Nero arrived at his intended location of Egress, along with close to two hundred new prisoners for the cause. He instructed the Deepground operatives he'd managed to transport with them to take the prisoners down below to the culling chambers, where they would await their final destiny with over three hundred others collected over the past week.
"When will we sacrifice them?" asked a female trooper, "and what about the rest of our army?"
"Those who survive ShinRa's attack will return home," answered Nero impassively, speaking around the metal strips crossing over his face. "As for your other inquiry, Weiss will decide when we've collected enough for another culling. Take them below, as you've been told."
The woman nodded with respect, visibly wary of him. "Yes, Nero."
His red, slit-pupiled eyes glanced around and settled on a young girl stepping out of one of the air transports that made it back with him. "Come, little empty one. You have more work to do."
The girl obediently followed him, eyes downcast as she walked to the Deepground entrance and went inside together. The primary lift was fully functioning now and they took it down to the lower city, hidden far below Midgar. The cavernous city could have resembled Kalm at a glance, but for the bulkier military buildings factories and the reactor in the center. Nero and his companion went to the large military base near the reactor and the guards allowed them to pass without question, not daring to ask Nero how the big Junon raid went.
They arrived in Weiss' chambers moments later, in the very control room where the Restrictors used to operate from. The girl hung back while Nero approached his brother. Weiss sat in his "throne"; the bulky, mechanized chair before the mainframe. He turned it around to face Nero when the other Tsviet offered a soft greeting.
"Welcome back, Brother," Weiss greeted. Through the spiked silver locks half-covering his face, he looked at Nero and his icy blue eyes scanning the raven-haired man for injury. "You're returned sooner than expected. The information I've received indicates we suffered heavy losses."
Nero went to one knee before him, regarding him with adulation and loyalty he felt for no other living being. "Our people did their jobs well, Brother. We collected most of the lower city before ShinRa even knew we were attacking, and they are now being transported to the culling chambers. Unfortunately, we misjudged how the humans would behave. As you can see, they weren't as reluctant to fire on their own citizens as we predicted."
"I can applaud their ruthlessness, if nothing else," answered Weiss. "A shame it won't help them. What of the other Tsviets sent with you on the mission?"
"Rosso fell in combat," answered Nero, bowing his head in humble apology. "I saw it happen. The silver one…their General…he took her head. It happened before I could intervene."
"Sephiroth," identified Weiss, his mouth curving into a cold smile. "It was a good death for her…one I'm sure she approved of in the end. When I rid myself of this illness sapping my strength, I would enjoy testing my skills against her killer. Pity he won't be around for me to do so."
"Yes, Weiss."
Weiss looked at the girl standing quietly by the door. "And the others? Is this one all that remains?"
"I'm…not certain of that," answered Nero. "The last I saw of Azul, he was in a confrontation with the G-cell carrier…the SOLDIER in red. I presume he attempted to subdue him, to bring him in. We know how important it is to you that he join our cause, before it's too late for him."
Weiss shrugged. "That doesn't matter much, anymore. This world will be cleansed and we no longer need him. He would have made a nice replacement for Rosso, but if Azul failed to capture him, it isn't worth further effort."
"Then we assume Azul is dead, since he hasn't reported in since his attack on the SOLDIER barracks?"
"Yes," agreed Weiss. He looked at the girl again, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "Have her perform a net dive as soon as she's ready. We're getting closer to finding my cure, and I'm tired of this weakness."
"Of course, Brother."
When he led the rebellion against the Restrictors, Weiss triggered a failsafe that none of them knew about, and it released a virus into his system via the control chip he'd reprogrammed. None of the other Tsviets or Deepground operatives suffered the same fate, so it was presumed that whoever was responsible for it knew that some day, Weiss would be the one to rise up. It was clearly intended to kill him, but he was too strong for that. Instead, it weakened him to a near-human state and Nero had been acting in his stead ever since. Weiss' attempt to find a cure through his SND ability resulted in an encounter with a sentient, artificial intelligence.
Nobody save Weiss knew the details of that virtual encounter, but when he came out of it, Weiss had a plan. He explained what he'd learned while in his net dive, and he promised a new age for Deepground, once they awoke Omega. Weiss lost his ability to net dive after that—which was why they'd been relying on the girl ever since.
Nero looked up at the older sibling with a fierce kind of determination. "We'll rid you of this virus. You will be whole again, and stronger than ever."
That confident, half-wild grin curved Weiss' mouth again, and he reached out to stroke Nero's long, sable hair. "Yes I will, Brother. Yes I will."

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"It was a direct hit," Scarlet reported, "but there was a complication."
Rufus frowned at her. "What sort of complication?"
She sighed and checked the data again. "There was an energy surge just before the blast. The same darkness that we've come to associate with vanishing civilians engulfed all of the transport rovers, and they disappeared. We suspect the captured citizens were in those rovers."
"So that means they have them," he sighed. "And they'll slaughter them at the earliest convenience. Damn it." He curled his hand into a fist and he punched the surface of his desk, at the end of his rope.
Scarlet leaned over the desk, and it was doubtful that she wasn't aware of how she was displaying her cleavage to his view. "So what do we do now, Rufus? The clock is ticking."
"We were prepared to move in on Midgar in the first place," he reasoned, "but the attack on Junon depleted some of our forces and resources, and one of our top SOLDIER operatives is in no condition to go on a campaign, right now. We'll need a couple of days to regroup."
"In a couple of days, they could reach their soul quota and raise Omega," she pointed out. She sat down on the edge of the desk and crossed long legs, revealing them through the slit in her dress. "Are you sure you want to take that chance?"
Rufus' blue-gray eyes lingered on her bare legs for a moment before he looked up at her face and answered. "They're going to slaughter those people no matter how soon we move out. Even if we left for Midgar this very moment, we wouldn't make it in time to stop them. All we can do now is hope those civilians aren't enough to finish the job. If they have to hunt down more victims, it gives us more time to stop them."
She nodded in agreement, offering no argument or protest to his logic. That was one of the reasons Rufus kept her around: her ability to see the bigger picture. Scarlet might be a stone cold bitch, but she got things done without agonizing over the morality of everything she did. She was exactly the sort of partner he needed to run his company, even if she made him want to slap her, at times.

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Genesis' feet dragged as he walked the halls of the tower to the sleeping quarters that he and Angeal had been sharing since evacuating to Junon. He hadn't even bothered putting his wing away and though he expected negative reactions from the people he passed on the street, he was surprised to get nods of respect and even some "thank you's" from them. Children seemed more fascinated than frightened by the sight of his wing, and he had to turn down the not-so-subtle advances of a pretty young woman who confessed to him that she thought he was the most beautiful man in the world.
The unexpected change in the way civilians regarded him and his fellow winged officers was a puzzle he could sort out another time. The city was safe, Angeal was recovering in the hospital and so far, Omega hadn't risen yet. It was good enough for Genesis, and he planned to go and visit Angeal at the medical ward as soon as he had a shower and a nap. He looked up as he approached the door and he stopped in his tracks when he saw Angeal standing there, sliding his keycard into the security panel. The Buster Sword was leaning against the wall by the door.
The big man sensed his gaze on him as the door unlocked and he looked up from the control panel, meeting Genesis' eyes across the distance. Angeal gave him that quiet, somewhat shy smile that always seemed reserved for Genesis alone, and he shrugged broad shoulders.
"They released me after using the Cure materia on me," explained Angeal. "It took some work, but I eventually convinced them that I'd recover best in my own quarters, without nurses constantly waking me up to check in on me. I think I'm getting better at negotiating."
Genesis was treated to the interesting dilemma of wanting to express his relief that Angeal was safe and wanting to avoid making a scene, at the same time. His eyes roved over his companion as he approached, taking note of the slight pallor in Angeal's complexion and the tired look in his eyes. They'd had to open him up to stop some internal bleeding before using the Cure materia, and Genesis truly feared he might die on the operating table.
"You aren't going to try and talk me into going back to the medical ward, are you?" Angeal regarded him with uncertain blue eyes as Genesis approached him wordlessly. "You know how I hate hospitals. Gen? Are you going to say something?"
Genesis had no words to give him. Instead, he grabbed a handful of the t-shirt Angeal was wearing, he picked up the Buster Sword and he half-dragged the bigger man through the open door of their sleeping quarters. Angeal staggered a little with surprise, but he obligingly followed the redhead. Once they were inside, Genesis shut the door, rested Angeal's sword against the wall and removed his own weapon to lay it beside it. He pushed Angeal against the closed door and he closed the distance between their lips. He kissed him deeply, passionately and thoroughly, conveying all the emotions in his kiss that he couldn't put into words.
The questioning sound Angeal made in his throat soon died off, to be replaced by a groan of desire. The usual sense of smug satisfaction from provoking such a reaction wasn't there for Genesis, this time. He just wanted to bask in Angeal…to worship him as a god and appreciate every steely inch of his magnificent physique. He broke the kiss and he grabbed a handful of Angeal's hair to gently tug it, urging him to tilt his head back. When he complied, Genesis kissed his throat, running his tongue over the Adam's apple before tracing the lines of his clavicle with the tip of it.
"Are you strong enough for this?" Genesis murmured against the other man's skin, reminding himself that Angeal was recovering from serious injuries. Despite the games they played sometimes, he didn't want to hurt him in his passion.
"I'd tell you I am even if I weren't," admitted Angeal huskily. "You've gotten me too excited to say 'no'."
Genesis smirked and brushed his lips back and forth over the taller man's jaw. "Then you'd better relax and let me do all the work. We can't have you straining yourself."
He followed up the statement by grabbing hold of Angeal's shirt again and pulling him away from the door, toward the bed. He turned him around and gave him a shove, his eyes flashing with lust. Angeal obligingly fell back onto the bed and stared up at him as Genesis climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. The redhead lowered his mouth to Angeal's to kiss him again. He rubbed against him sensually with a faint creak of leather, and Angeal's hands settled on his ass. The crotch of his cargo pants strained with his arousal, and Genesis rubbed his bulge against it, purring in his throat.
"One day, you'll be the death of me," predicted Angeal breathlessly when Genesis broke the kiss again and started pulling his t-shirt up. He raised his arms over his head to allow the redhead to pull the garment off, and he gazed up at him with smoky blue eyes.
Genesis took a moment to admire the sight of Angeal's bared chest and stomach after tossing the shirt to the floor. He tugged his gloves off with his teeth and dropped them on top of the garment before running his hands over the broad, muscular chest. He shifted on top of him and bit his lower lip as the friction made his erection twitch in his pants.
"I'll try not to be too vigorous, while you're in such a breakable state," promised Genesis breathlessly. He tweaked both of Angeal's nipples and interrupted his low groan of pleasure with another kiss. Their tongues fenced as Genesis slid one hand steadily lower, whilst still exploring the bigger man's torso with the other. He deftly undid the first button of the cargo pants, then the second. He peeled the Velcro strap away and as he started to tug on the zipper, he made a frustrated observation against Angeal's lips.
"There are far too many fastenings on these pants."
Angeal obligingly reached down with one hand to help him, while still squeezing and fondling his ass through the leather pants with the other. They got the cargo pants open and tugged down, and the brunet protested when Genesis stopped kissing him again. Genesis smirked at him and he began to wriggle down the length of his body.
"Where is that patience I've come to know you for?"
"It's taking a back seat to lust," answered Angeal candidly.
His breath quickened and he watched as Genesis kissed his way down his chest. Nimble fingers skimmed over his ribcage, giving rise to goosebumps. Genesis looked up at him through a fringe of auburn hair as he kissed and licked, watching the expressions of delight his actions provoked on the other man's face. He grasped the waistline of Angeal's pants and tugged, murmuring a demand. Angeal lifted his hips compliantly and Genesis pulled his pants down to his ankles.
He realized he had a problem when Angeal's boots impeded his efforts, but Genesis shrugged. They didn't need to get completely naked. He left the pants tangled up around his companion's ankles and he tugged his boxer briefs down next, exposing his impressive cock and his gloriously plump balls to view. Genesis grinned when he noticed the subtle flush that spread over Angeal's cheeks.
"Still so bashful," murmured the redhead. His appreciative gaze dropped to the lovely package he'd unwrapped. "And believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Still, I like it when you blush."
He stretched out on top of him again and he captured his mouth in a kiss, thrusting his tongue in aggressively at first, before Angeal began to assert himself. Genesis gentled his kiss and allowed his partner entry to his mouth, caressing Angeal's tongue with his own as it explored. He could sense the weakness in Angeal's body and he deigned not to call notice to it. The man hid it well, but Genesis knew every inch of him, body, heart and soul. They could hide nothing from each other, these days. Despite his weakened state, Angeal's kiss was as passionate and demanding as ever. Genesis loved the way he followed his lead while still maintaining a dominant persona. It was a trait unique to Angeal.
They got Genesis' coat off, but before Angeal could pull his sleeveless turtleneck shirt over his head, Genesis migrated down his body again. "Where are you going?" demanded the dark-haired Soldier, a touch of impatience coloring his deep voice.
Genesis raised his Mako-bright, turquoise gaze from Angeal's belly to his face as he started kissing the tight abs. "I'm on my merry way to make you a very satisfied man."
Angeal relaxed and stroked his hair. "Oh. Please resume, then."
Genesis huffed a soft laugh and traced the narrow trail of hair that led from beneath Angeal's navel to the broader patch surrounding his genitals. He caressed the crisp, springy hair with his fingertips for a moment, before grasping the thick base of the heavy cock lying against Angeal's stomach. He wriggled into a more comfortable position over Angeal's legs and he pulled down on the shaft, drawing the skin taut as he began to lick the shiny, flushed knob of flesh at the tip. Angeal made a low sound of approval as the redhead's tongue traced the outer cap of the glans before swiping firmly against the salty hole at the tip, licking away the bead of precum that had formed there.
Genesis took his time with it, enticing his partner with a firm hold, gentle licks and teasing kisses. He pressed his lips briefly against the long shaft of Angeal's arousal, kissing the velvety length up and down before arriving at the tip again. He took the head into his mouth for a brief, hard little suck that had Angeal catching his breath and grabbing for the sheets, and then he released it and smirked up at the other man. He stroked the taught muscles of Angeal's stomach with his free hand and he licked more precum from the tip of his cock.
"Behave now, or you won't get dessert."
"Genesis, I swear to Gaia," warned Angeal in a breathless growl, still hanging on to the bed sheets.
"You take a threatening tone," observed Genesis with amusement, "and yet you lay there obediently, despite your frustration. I've trained you well."
"Training can only work for so long," promised Angeal.
"True," agreed Genesis, "especially against skills like mine." He looked at Angeal expectantly and he grinned when the bigger man offered no rebuttal against that.
"You aren't going to tell me to stop being so arrogant?" He gave the stiffened cock in his hand a squeeze and he stroked the length of it, up and down. More beads of viscous fluid appeared at the tip and Angeal grunted with pleasure and shook his head.
"Some things, I just can't argue with."
Genesis chuckled and resumed his torture.

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Angeal endured his lover's teasing with stoicism typical for him, but it was very, very difficult. Even in his weakened state, he got to a point where he wanted to rip Genesis' clothes off and plow him into the mattress. He somehow restrained himself and he enjoyed the feel of the redhead's talented mouth sucking him off, while his hands massages his balls, tweaked his nipples and caressed his torso. Just when Angeal was on the brink of orgasm, Genesis squeezed the base of his dick and prevented his fulfillment.
"Don't be cruel, Gen," groaned Angeal between pants, looking up at the other man with flashing eyes.
He went still at the sight of him, his thwarted orgasm tapering off slowly. Genesis had that blush of passion Angeal loved so much, and he was breathing heavily with obvious need as he gazed down at him. The redhead reached out blindly for the nightstand, pulling the drawer open with haste to obtain the lubricant and condoms inside. To Angeal's surprise, he didn't bother with the condoms at all and he squirted a generous glob of the clear gel into his palm before slicking up Angeal's erection.
"There's going to be a mess if we don't wear something," reminded Angeal with a soft groan of pleasure.
"Fuck the mess," announced Genesis breathlessly, "I want you now, Hewley. I have no patience left to bother with rubbers."
Angeal didn't argue with him, being frustrated as hell himself. He started working on undoing Genesis' pants while the redhead prepared him. As soon as he got them undone, Genesis straightened up and helped him tug them down over his hips, followed by the briefs beneath them. Angeal took a moment to fondle the stiff length of Gen's erection and he wore a smirk of his own when he saw and felt how hard it was. It twitched in his grip and Genesis hissed through his teeth.
"Not yet," gasped Genesis, dropping a hand over Angeal's and shaking his head. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and above his upper lip. "I don't want to come until you're inside of me. I want to feel it pressing hard against that spot that makes my whole body scream."
Angeal swallowed, provoked to further heights of lust by his brazen words. He pulled Genesis' shirt up to bare his abs and chest, but he couldn't get it over his head while his arms were down. He clenched his jaw to hold back another groan as Gen finished lubing him up and he settled for stroking his torso possessively while he arched his back and started preparing himself. He moaned softly in approval when Angeal tweaked his nipples and the brunet watched his face relax into one of those "fuck me" expressions of surrender.
Genesis opened his eyes and gazed down at him after a few moments, smiling in that sexy, inviting way of his. "I hope you're ready for me, Angeal."
"More than," agreed Angeal, wondering if he'd started to drool. Genesis looked unbelievably hot in his disheveled state of dress, and when he started to tug his shirt over his head, Angeal had a change of heart and stopped him.
"Leave it on," insisted Angeal.
Genesis paused and shrugged. He left the shirt as it was and he started to remove his pants and boots, but Angeal stopped him again.
"Leave the rest on, too."
Genesis raised his eyebrows. "Angeal, as good as you are, I doubt even you can fuck me through clothing."
Angeal gave him a quiet, confident smile.

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A short time later, Angeal demonstrated what he had in mind and Genesis would have felt foolish for not realizing it sooner, were he not at the mercy of pleasure. With a bit of finesse, the two men positioned themselves on the mattress so that they were both on their knees, with Genesis in front and Angeal behind him. Angeal's boots were still on and his pants and underwear were still tangled around his ankles. Genesis was almost fully clothed, but for his jacket and gloves, and his pants were pulled down below his hips to expose his ass and genitals. Ordinarily, Genesis would have had a fit over boots on the bed, but Angeal's attentions made it a distant and insignificant concern to him.
Genesis moaned sharply as his partner's cock slid into his waiting heat, and he leaned back against him and reached behind to cup the back of Angeal's head. The bigger man's lips kissed the side of Genesis' tilted neck arduously, and he kept one hand splayed over the redhead's exposed stomach, just below the bunched-up black shirt. He stroked his erection with the other and he rocked against him, taking it slow at first while they found their rhythm and adjusted.
He withdrew slowly each time, before thrusting back in with greater force. This provided the nudge inside that Genesis craved and he encouraged the other man breathlessly, resting his free hand over the bigger one stroking his cock.
"Angeal," he panted, shutting his eyes as their movements synchronized and the rhythm picked up speed. "Don't…overdo it. I…shouldn't even be allowing you to—"
"Shhh," murmured the big man huskily against his ear. He kissed the lobe and nuzzled the earring dangling from it. "I'm okay. You aren't going to be a 'ninny', are you?"
The accusation made Genesis' eyes pop open and he made an insulted sound in his throat. "Of course not…nursemaiding is your forte, Angeal."
He felt Angeal's mouth grin against his ear. "Then…let me do this my way."
Genesis sighed as the next smooth thrust made his body sing with pleasure. "Fuck at will, Lieutenant."

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So much for taking it easy. Angeal lost all interest in being passive, after that. As arrogant and confident as Genesis was concerning his sex appeal and skills, Angeal didn't think he really understood just how quickly and easily he could ignite his passion. As a man who prided himself on self-discipline, Angeal found himself regularly humbled by his inability to resist his partner—or refuse him anything. In the bedroom with Genesis was the one place he could truly let go and allow his passions to take over…and so, he did.
Genesis' cries of pleasure were music to his ears and soon, Angeal's wings emerged from the right side of his back. The smaller one at the bottom shivered reflexively with his pleasure, and the larger one spread out, knocking over the alarm clock on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He felt a warning push against the left side of his chest from his lover's shoulder blade, and he knew Gen was in the same position. Angeal obligingly drew back to give the black wing some room. He did his best to keep his pumping steady as the black wing pushed through the slit in the back of Genesis' shirt, and once it was fully out, he pulled the redhead tightly against him again and held him close.
"Genesis," murmured Angeal in a passionate, unsteady voice.
He tasted the salt of perspiration against his lips as he kissed his lover's shoulder. He squeezed his cock just a little tighter and stroked it faster, prompting Genesis to emit an uncommon whimper and gyrate faster against him. The redhead's rhythm was fast becoming uneven and jerky with his approaching climax, and here was where Angeal's discipline still managed to find a place in the bedroom.
"Calm down," urged Angeal authoritatively, his breath gasping against Gen's ear. "Easy, Gen."
Amazingly, Genesis complied, demonstrating his reluctant kink for being "mastered" once in a while. He slowed his motions and panted Angeal's name, his face flushed with ecstasy. He turned his head for a kiss, his panting mouth parted and inviting. Angeal gave it to him and as their lips met, their wings arched up on either side of them and brushed against the ceiling. Angeal caught a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror against the wall and for the first time, he realized how much their wings complimented each other. Light and darkness, right and left, different, yet the same. He wasn't the sort of man to fantasize about recording his sexual encounters for later viewing, but if he'd had a camera at that moment, he would have taken a photo.
He'd always been certain of it before, but the reflected image was just final proof that come what may, he and Genesis belonged together. He felt his companion's ass starting to tighten around his thrusting sex and he thrust his tongue into Genesis' mouth demandingly. He massaged his balls with his free hand and he kept steadily stroking him off with the other. That territorial beast inside of him that he tried so hard to hide rose to the surface and all that Angeal could think of when his companion's breath caught with his orgasm was: "Mine."
The firm thrusts of Angeal's sex made Genesis spurt harder, and he moaned appreciatively into Angeal's mouth, clenching rhythmically around his shaft. Angeal started coming too and he broke the kiss to avoid the risk of biting Gen's tongue as he was overcome with pleasure. He pushed deep inside of him and rubbed his cheek against his as he filled him. His wing curved around to envelope them both, and Genesis' soon joined it.
In the aftermath of their pleasure, they kissed with lazy satisfaction and allowed themselves some cuddle time. Angeal felt unusually drained as he caught his breath and recovered, and he knew he'd better not try a repeat performance of that until he'd had some rest. Though he needed to get some sleep, he procrastinated for as long as he could, holding his unusually quiet lover in his muscular arms and enjoying his nearness.

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The next morning:
"I can't believe you're doing this," complained Reeve as he escorted his friend to the holding cell. "Vincent—"
"Reeve, shut up."
The commissioner stopped in his tracks and gave Vincent an openly offended look. "You don't have to bite my head off. I'm just trying to be your friend, Vincent."
"I'm not the one that would bite your head off," reminded the gunman, though his gaze softened on Reeve, "and I know you want to help, but you can't. If you want to make me happy, then see me to my cell, make sure it locks securely and assign guards when you leave. Protect yourself. That would make me happy."
Reeve sighed. It was a wonder he was able to convince the president and Lazard to allow him to escort Vincent to his cell, instead of Sephiroth and a group of armed SOLDIER operatives. He ran his fingers through his hair and he looked at Vincent helplessly.
"I know it sounds childish, but this just isn't fair."
Vincent's mouth quirked in what almost became a smile. "I appreciate your support, and how bravely you faced Chaos. This isn't about what's fair though…it's about what's safe. You can't put my comfort above the safety and survival of billions, my friend."
"Don't remind me," groused Reeve. "Well, let's get you locked up, then. I'm still doing this under protest, but I'm outnumbered."
Reeve noticed then that Vincent was no longer in step with him. He turned with the realization that the other man had fallen behind and he looked at him with concern. Vincent was holding his golden gauntlet over his heart as if his chest pained him, and he leaned against the wall.
"Vincent, what's the matter?" Reeve approached him and he reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. He looked like he might be having a heart attack or something, but that shouldn't be possible. Even though Vincent was in his fifties now, his body hadn't aged beyond his twenties.
"Talk to me," urged Reeve, feeling a chill creeping over him. "Do I need to call for a medic?"
Vincent shook his head, his raven hair falling over his eyes with the motion. He looked at Reeve with an expression of pain and alarm on his pallid features, and his eyes glowed amber instead of their normal shade of crimson. Reeve's eyes went to the gauntlet clutching Vincent's chest and he remembered that was where the protomateria once was—before Rosso the Crimson cut it out of his chest.
"Run," warned Vincent. "Bring guards…bring SOLDIER. Get out, Reeve!"
His voice ended in a tortured yell that had some of the other prisoners clamoring to their cells' tiny windows, trying to see what was happening. Reeve cast an alarmed look around and he started to do as Vincent told and reach for his phone, but he changed his mind and shook his head. A guard came around the corner and asked what was going on. Thinking quickly, Reeve improvised.
"My friend and I were just having a bit of a disagreement. We're fine. Carry on with your duties."
The young man looked dubious, but he knew Reeve and he respected his authority. He told him to call if he needed anything and he returned from the corridor he'd come from to finish his rounds.
"Reeve…you fool," Vincent groaned, his canines elongating. His voice was weak from the pain of trying to hold back his alter-ego, else he might have called the guard back himself.
Reeve faced him calmly, though the sight of his suffering hurt the engineer's heart. "You have to trust me, Vincent. This is our chance to find out if it's possible to negotiate with Chaos. Let me do this."
"Not here," growled Vincent. "Take me to my cell first!"
"Let's go," agreed Reeve, putting an arm around Vincent's tall, lean form to help him along. "I'm glad you're agreeing to this."
"I'm not," corrected Vincent in a strained whisper. "But I can't hold him back."

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He pushed aside his bothersome host, finally forcing him to relinquish control of the body they shared. Chaos stepped through the veil and he stretched his wings as he manifested. He could feel Vincent's anxiety and anger, but it was unimportant to him. He had begun to recall the moment when his essence was fused with Vincent's, as well as the moment when the protomateria trapped him inside the gunman's body. Perhaps Vincent was no longer mortal, but he still had a human heart and it was interfering with Chaos' nature, affecting his judgment and making him feel things he shouldn't be feeling.
~Yes, I know your frustration. I have been watching as if in a dream, and being powerless to act is an insult. Now you know my torment, Vincent.~
He ignored the protest he felt from the gunman and he focused his borrowed eyes, seeing his surrounding with senses beyond a human's simple optical capabilities. His gaze settled on a familiar man in a dark blue suit, with a stylishly trimmed beard and mustache. The human regarded him with faintly worried brown eyes, and that confused Chaos. He should be trembling with fear, not regarding him like he was an injured human.
"You are either very brave, or very foolish," Chaos remarked, trying to get his bearings.
The man interested him, however, so he made no threatening moves and waited to see what he would do. His face was mature but not old, handsome and intelligent…pleasing to the eyes. His rich brown hair looked more groomed than it had the last time Chaos saw him, and it framed his face and fell to his collar in the back in an appealing way.
"I've been hearing that observation a lot, lately," said the man. He kept his distance—which proved he was at least smart enough to respect what Chaos could do to him if he chose. "Do you know where you are now?"
Chaos looked around and he scowled as he made an educated guess. "A prison. Do you think it can hold me? Do you believe anything can hold me?"
"Now just wait a minute," said the human, backing up as Chaos began to advance on him. His back pressed against the cell door and he glanced over his shoulder at it before holding both hands up in a pacifying gesture. "I'm not trying to hold you here. I just want to talk in private, and this was the closest place we could go without drawing undue attention."
"How gullible and foolish you must think me," growled Chaos, losing patience.
He towered over the man, baring his fangs and spreading his wings. He would feed on this man. He would slake his thirst for spirit energy, and then he would decide if the insult was great enough to finish him off.
"I don't think you're foolish," argued the human, "and I don't think you're gullible. I do think you'll be making a mistake if you don't hear me out, though. Read my spirit, if you don't believe I'm sincere. You can do that, can't you? Read mine and learn about everything that's been happening in the world while you've slept. Once you're up to date, if you still want to rip my head off and go on an eating binge, I can't stop you."
Chaos stopped and stared down at him, tilting his black and red spiked head to the side thoughtfully. No mortal had ever opened up to him like this before, but this one did so willingly. Even more intrigued than before, he took the offer and held the man's gaze. He saw his soul shining in his velvety brown eyes and he gathered insight from it, reading it the way humans might read a book. He understood that this man was a maker…a creator…an inventor. He saw the wars of the past, the building of the Mako reactors, the discovery of Deepground. He even saw this man's first meeting with the Host, when he was in Nibelheim on business and stumbled across Vincent's coffin in the basement of the mansion.
"Engineer," Chaos finally said, after taking what information he needed from the human. Some of it was naturally closed off to him, but some resistance was expected and the demon wasn't at full strength. "You create things…things like those structures that drink the lifeblood of Gaia, depleting it."
The grimace on the man's handsome face indicated that he understood what he was talking about. "The Mako reactors, yes. We've only recently begun to understand the consequences of harvesting the Lifestream, and I'm sorry for my part in it."
"You seek alternative energy sources," murmured the demon, "new ways to create your own energy, without leeching off the planet."
"That's what some of us hope to do, yes," agreed the human, "but it's going to take time. We've made a lot of progress, though. I have people working on the reactor now and if the changes we're making are a success, it will produce twice as much energy at half the Mako cost."
Chaos' face was impassive. "I understood none of that, Engineer."
"If my plan works, we'll be sucking less life out of the planet within a month," translated the human, "and my name is Reeve. Reeve Tuesti."
"I know," answered Chaos. "I learned your name when I read your spirit."
"Oh, well there you go. So, do you understand what's happening, Chaos?"
"The tainted ones wish to unleash the guardian of the Lifestream," answered Chaos with a graceful shrug. "Should they succeed, it is my duty to assist in the harvest. You know this, though."
"Yes, but this won't be a natural event," explained Reeve. "If Omega ascends, it will be because these 'tainted ones'. They're deliberately trying to trick the planet into releasing its final guardian, Chaos. Not only that, but they've taken the protomateria. It was what allowed Vincent to keep you dormant for all these years, while you've been living inside of him."
"I know of the protomateria," assured Chaos with a grim frown.
"Then you know that it could be used to control Omega," answered Reeve. "What Deepground is trying to do can't be categorized as a natural event. They're manipulating the planet and if they succeed, they'll also manipulate Omega to get what they want. If you help them, that makes you their patsy."
"Patsy." Chaos tilted his head curiously.
"A scapegoat," elaborated Reeve, "A red herring. A drug mule. It means they'll be manipulating you, too."
"No mortal can manipulate me." Chaos scowled at him. "I am the harbinger of Omega."
"I understand that," assured the human, "but still, if you perform your…traditional…task after these people unleash Omega, you won't be working for Gaia at all. You'll be working for Deepground, doing their bidding to bring about an event they have orchestrated…not the planet."
"I sense you are trying to manipulate me right now," observed Chaos in a warning tone.
"No," denied the human with a shake of his head. "I'm just trying to reason with you. I'm presenting my case and you can weigh it against what you already know. I can't make you choose to stand with us or against us. That's your decision, and I understand that."
Chaos looked him up and down, sensing his dread, his hope and his determination. "What makes you believe I care about the fate of humanity, engineer?"
"I'm sure you don't," answered the man, "because you believe a new world will be created to replace the old, once you and Omega finish your tasks. Am I right?"
"Your kind will be reborn, yes," agreed the demon, "and that makes those of you here now expendable."
Reeve went silent for a moment, and Chaos could see him working things out in his head. "Why did you stop feeding on the Tsviet yesterday?"
Chaos stared at him, wondering how he could have possibly detected something that only lasted for two seconds, at most, before he tore the creature's heart out.
"I'm fairly sure he couldn't have stopped you from draining him dry, if you wanted to," the engineer went on, "and yet, you killed him—quickly, I might add—and you had this peculiar grimace on your face as he fell."
"His spirit was fouled," obliged Chaos, seeing no reason to deny it. "Sullied and poisoned by something not of this world."
"And the redhead that challenged you afterwards," pressed Reeve. "Did you sense the same corruption in him?"
The demon's curiosity was piqued again. "To a lesser extent, yes, but there was something else at work in that one, as well…something to balance it. He might have made a satisfying meal, had I gotten the chance. I doubt he would have satisfied my pallet as much as a pure human, however."
"Pure human?" Reeve muttered the question almost to himself.
Chaos smirked and stepped a little closer, looking down at him with more than a passing interest. He smelled wonderful, and the spirit housed within that attractive form burned bright and hot. He could feed off this one for much longer than average, before he expired. Maybe he wouldn't drain him to that point. Maybe he could keep him…as a pet.
"Pure human, such as yourself," murmured the demon. "Your spirits produce the ideal energy for my consumption."
"Oh. I see." Reeve tried to back up, but he was already against the cell door.
"You have a very strong spirit." Chaos inhaled his scent, enjoying the earthy musk and the underlying essence of spiritual energy blended in with it.
"Uh, thanks. My spirit and I work out at the gym, whenever we can." Reeve looked nervous and sounded flustered.
"I have not fed since awakening again," murmured Chaos, running the tip of his tongue over his sharp canines. He looked at Reeve's tense mouth. He lowered his head and before the human could react, he licked the side of Reeve's face. He found the taste of his skin pleasing to the tongue and he smiled in a predatory manner at him as he raised his head to look down at him again.
"I think I would like to taste your spirit, Reeve Tuesti. It smells pure."
"I don't know if 'pure' is the adjective I'd use to describe my soul," replied the engineer tensely. "but think for a moment. Deepground wants to rid the world of people like me and build a new world, populated by their own kind. If that happens, Chaos, then you'll have nothing but 'fouled' spirit energy on your menu, for the rest of your existence. No more pure humans for you. Is that what you want?"
"Don't speak to me as though I am a child," warned Chaos…but he could not deny the truth of the man's words. He took a slow breath and reigned in his hunger and desire. "What do you propose?"
"Fight them with us," answered Reeve immediately, hopefully. "Stop them from succeeding in their goal and ensure that humanity and the world will go on. If Omega rises another day from some actual catastrophe, then so be it…we'll accept our fate. This is not the way it should happen, though. Doesn't the thought of these people controlling Omega piss you off? It sure as hell does me."
Chaos looked down, only partially understanding the meaning behind Reeve's words. "If you urinate on me, I'll kill you."
"What? No, no, that isn't what I meant," corrected the human hastily. "Saying you're pissed off is just a colorful way of saying you're angry."
"How can words have colors?"
Reeve blinked at him, and then his mouth twitched before he covered it with a fist and coughed into it. "It's just figurative. I can explain the rules of modern language to you some time, if you like."
"Language does not need rules," growled Chaos, becoming frustrated again. He was growing more and more aware of his hunger, and the more time he spent near this human, the more tempting he became.
Reeve seemed to sense his impending danger, and he returned to the original subject. "So, what do you think? Will you let a group of tainted, arrogant mortals dictate when and how you and Omega perform your appointed tasks, or will you act to stop them and teach them a lesson, in the process?"
Chaos narrowed his eyes on him. He would not allow this human to lead him into an answer. "I will consider your proposal. I must rest again, for now." He leaned close to the man to sample his aroma once more. "I warn you, engineer; I will require sustenance, eventually."
Finally seeing a glimpse of the fear Reeve had valiantly been trying to hide, Chaos smirked. Some mortals were just meant to be toyed with.

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When Vincent regained control of his body again, the words that came out of his mouth weren't quite what Reeve expected.
"He licked you."
Reeve blinked. "You…uh…saw that, did you?"
"I saw and heard everything, this time," answered the gunman morosely. He went over to the cot and sat on it, propping one booted foot on the edge and resting his gauntlet on his bent knee. "Why did he lick you?"
Reeve shrugged. "I don't know…people tasting, maybe? It could be like a wine tasting, where you take a little sip, swirl it around and spit it back out."
Vincent regarded him with hooded red eyes. "You sound cavalier over the possibility of being chewed up and spit back out by a demon."
Reeve chuckled nervously and ran his fingers through his hair, before crossing the cell and taking a seat beside the gunman. "Look Vincent, I thought it was weird too, but the important thing is that I was right. Chaos can be reasoned with, and I think there's a good chance he'll cooperate with us against Deepground."
"Don't you even care that Chaos has shown an interest in making a meal of you?"
Reeve fondly imagined he detected a note of jealousy in the other man's tone, but now wasn't the time to indulge in his fantasies. "Vincent, we're all taking risks in this fight. If we fail, it will mean the end of us anyway. I don't think being drained to death of spirit energy is any worse or better than what awaits me and everyone else, if we don't stop Deepground."
Vincent sighed and nodded. "We pick our battles. I just hope you're prepared for what yours may bring to you.

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