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Unstable	By : albedosreqium Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Genesis gets congratulated by Sephiroth in the most unexpected way. Genesis and Sephiroth start their turbulent relationship and you should all pity poor Angeal! A Collab between Soyna and BMIK
Rating: If you have read any of BMIK's or my stuff, you know this is rated Mature in nature. That means that there will be men love (yaoi), bad language and a lot of bad attitude as well.
Genesis: Soyna

Angeal and Sephiroth: BMIK

After a hot shower in their newly restored bathroom, Angeal felt comfortably relaxed. So much actually that he was humming a bit as he prepared dinner for himself (and Genesis, if he decided to join). A pot of rice was gently boiling on the stove while the man fried some chicken and a few veggies that would go perfectly with the peanut butter sauce he had prepared. There was a sound from the corridor and Angeal distractedly sucked his finger clean where some cream had spilled onto it.
"Genesis?" he asked over his shoulder, grabbing the pan and shaking it a bit so the contents wouldn't burn.
"What!" Genesis yelled as he stalked into their shared apartment and went straight to the kitchen. He stopped when he saw that Angeal was being all domestic again.
He didn't mind all that much. He got great food out of it and never had to cook while they were in Midgar. He knew how to cook just fine but Angeal always insisted that he cook the meals so Genesis didn't bother all that much and just kept his cooking for when Angeal was away on missions.
In a much calmer voice, he said "Oh, you cooked dinner. Smells wonderful."
"Hm, I am trying a new recipe. Will you join me for dinner?" Angeal stirred the rice and reached up to the cupboard as he looked at Genesis questioningly. Maybe he would be busy again tonight, and then Angeal wouldn't bother preparing a plate for him but just put it in the fridge to eat later. He liked cooking, it was creative and calmed him and the canteen was awful anyways.
Genesis nodded. "I have time before I am supposed to meet Sephiroth for our training session." He walked into the kitchen and looked at the sauce. "You went all out. Is Zack coming over or something?"
"No, he isn't," Angeal replied, oblivious to the implication that usually he did cook quite a feast for his young student. "After I called you we had a talk. I think something is bothering him, but he didn't want to tell me." He sighed and prepared the food on the plate, giving Genesis two glasses to put on the table. "You wouldn't know what could cause him trouble? He seems so distant to me lately."
Genesis took the glasses from Angeal and was tempted to blurt out to the man that Zack wanted him to fuck him senseless. It would serve him right for disrupting his lesson with Zack that left him high and dry. Zack got off just fine but he was left using some of his new lube and his right hand to get off.
"Angeal," Genesis said and shook his head, "You need to relax about the whole thing and when he is ready to tell you whatever is bothering him, he will tell you. I know for a fact that he does not want to distance himself from you."
Genesis walked over to the table and placed the glasses there before he went to the kitchen to get the cutlery for them to eat. He noted that Angeal looked rather distressed about the fact that he thought Zack was distancing himself. Genesis resisted the urge to slap the big oblivious man upside the head.
"Oh, good," the SOLDIER said with great relief that surprised even him. "Good..." He took the filled plates and came over to the table to sit down and eat. "So what are your plans for tonight?" he asked, taking a fork of his meal.
"I already told you Angeal. I'm training with Sephiroth. Geez. Your head is in the clouds with all your thoughts about Zack," Genesis said as he adjusted his plate. The food smelled so good and he was rather hungry. He needed to make sure that he had the strength for later. It was going to be a long night, or at least that was what he had planned.
"I'm glad to see you're getting along so well," Angeal muttered, reaching for his glass. Not in a miserable attempt to hide his face, of course. He was just thirsty. "I would appreciate it if you could stay there over night and not relocate any actions to our apartment. I have a mission very early in the morning and I need to sleep." Hm, quite a satisfying distraction from that... other topic
"If I have my way, I won't be leaving the training room," Genesis said and put a mouthful of the food in his mouth. He swallowed and then finished his thought. "I bought some lube so I won't have to use soap or something more unfortunate."
Angeal noisily threw his fork onto the half eaten plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin forcefully. "What did I tell you about inappropriate talk at the dinner table? Thank you for ruining my appetite."
Peeved, Angeal got up to carry his plate over to the sink. He'd been so relaxed just a few minutes ago, but Genesis just managed to make him miserable in the blink of an eye!
"Oh, please," Genesis said and rolled his eyes. "When was the last time you touched that bottle of lube you have in your bedroom? And don't you deny that it is there! I can't remember the last time you got laid and jacking off just doesn't cut it after awhile." Genesis turned his head to the side and mumbled. "I know that first hand."
"I'm not having this conversation with you," Angeal growled, walking out of the kitchen and slamming the door to his bedroom, loudly. Since Genesis wasn't home tonight and he had nothing else to do ... he would probably do what a lonely man did and grudgingly admit that Genesis was right
Genesis scowled at the slammed door and yelled. "Enjoy your right hand for company!"
He was full anyway and put the dish in the kitchen. He normally cleaned up after Angeal cooked but since the man was going to be in denial about everything, he was going to leave the mess for him.
He had to get ready. It was only an hour away now that they were supposed to meet up in the training room and he couldn't wear the same clothes that he wore earlier. Genesis changed into a pair of training pants that were snug but would be easily removed and a snug t-shirt with the SOLDIER logo on it.
He packed a change of clothes in a bag, made sure he put the unused bottle of lube inside of it and was ready to go. He had to calm himself down a little before he left the apartment. He wasn't wearing a jockstrap and it showed all too clearly when he was getting excited.
"Later, Mr. Grumps!" He yelled as he slammed the door to leave and go to his 'training' session with Sephiroth.
Angeal pretended to not hear it, but later that night he did clean up, to keep his mind off certain thoughts. Recently he felt so restless and he didn't know why, it was slowly driving him crazy!
He really just hoped that Genesis and Sephiroth would behave this time, because he had no nerve to deal with their problems on top of his own.

Genesis looked at the clock on his phone. It was seven thirty. He was certain they were supposed to meet up at seven. He tapped his foot as he irritably looked at it.
'The bastard should have phoned," he grumbled and flipped it open to call him himself. He wasn't going to let Sephiroth off easy this time. No way! He was horny as hell and the lesson he had with Zack earlier that day had not cut it at all and he wanted to get laid, damn it all.
Sephiroth's machine picked up and he waited for the beep. "You better have a damn good reason for making me look like a fool waiting here for you. Next time, I see you; you owe me your ass." He clicked it closed as dramatically as he could. He missed the old style phones. It was more dramatic than a soft click.
He would wait for a half-hour more, but no more than that. He paced around the room getting angrier as Sephiroth did not show up.
"Bastard," he muttered. The time ended and that was it. He wasn't going to be tossed aside like a Honey-Bee girl. He was going to take matters in his own hands and march right over to Sephiroth's apartment and deal with the bastard for being so inconsiderate and rude to him!
"I'll teach him a lesson that he will never forget," Genesis grumbled as he grabbed his bag and stalked to the elevators. He wished he was wearing his boots instead of runners, because stomping with runners was not nearly as dramatic as if he was in his normal battle clothes.
He jabbed the buttons and crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the numbers that were moving much too slow for his liking. "Stand me up, the bastard."
He stalked off the elevator and rushed down the hall to Sephiroth's apartment and pounded on the door. "Are you in there! Open up and face me, you jerkwad!"
There was a very long moment of silence. The seconds ticked by and Genesis became more and more irritable, when finally there was a muffled voice coming from the other side of the door.
"Go away," it simply growled, sounding majorly annoyed. Then there was silence again.
Genesis gritted his teeth together. "I don't fucking think so!" He banged on the door again. "You face me you bastard or I'll break this fucking door down, you fuck!"
The threat remained unanswered, but there were light sounds from the door, moving away.
That was the last straw. He was not going to run away with his tail between his legs. He was going to teach Sephiroth a lesson in how he deserved to be treated and he did not deserve to be tossed aside.
Genesis stepped back, lifted his foot and hit the door. It took two kicks but he got the door open and he barged into the apartment, ready to give Sephiroth a very large piece of his mind and fists if it came down to it.
In the apartment Sephiroth lay somewhere in the dark (he didn't know where exactly), and thought he had heard another unusual noise. He let it slide, because there were other things occupying him, such as unbearable, excruciating agony. His bones were still melding, and he was pumped full with acrid mako circulating through his system, making him feel as if he was burning to death from the inside. The way back to his apartment was a blur, and given his condition it was a miracle that he had made it, but he had refused to break down until he was back in privacy. This had been by far the worst session with Hojo that he had had in a very long time.
Hopefully Genesis had gone away as he really couldn't deal with anything right now, and the cuts they had inflicted on him previously had just opened again because the mako was interfering with his healing abilities.
But Genesis stormed in, ready to give Sephiorth a piece of his mind and various other body parts to ensure that he was not forgotten when he stopped short at the smear of blood that he saw on the wall. He blinked at it as he walked cautiously into the living room and there was a path of blood and a handprint on the couch. He was tempted to run on a light but changed his mind. He walked slowly forward, keeping his eyes wide and focusing on the trail that lead into the bedroom where he saw a boot sticking out of the door.
He swallowed hard as he saw that the boot was still attached to Sephiroth.
His mind whirled at the sight of all the blood that was on the carpet and covering the man. Open wounds, bruises and blood matting his hair and Sephiroth looking like he was in a lot of pain.
"Sephiroth?" he whispered as he slowly opened the bedroom door to get a better look at the damage.
Sephiroth gulped down some bile, feeling sick. The world around him was swirling and pulsing in rhythm to his pain and it was hard to distinguish what was what. It took him a while to process that he wasn't alone anymore and that it was most likely Genesis infiltrating his home despite his explicit orders. No one else would have dared.
It took him even longer to formulate an answer. His tongue was so damn heavy, and it was so difficult to concentrate. He couldn't even open his eyes, because then he'd have emptied the stuff Hojo gave him onto the carpet.
Gulping again, but not moving otherwise, he finally replied, "Go ... away."
Genesis shook his head. "I don't think so." But he didn't move. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment. Sephiroth looked like a ball of pain and Genesis was trying to figure out what could have done this to him.
He found his feet and went to kneel beside the man. Genesis still didn't touch him. He was too scared to. He examined the wound and suddenly, he knew what had happened. He had dealt with similar wounds from Hollander at times but ... but never as bad as this. "Did you have an appointment with Hojo today?" He kept his voice soft and low as he examined him further.
There wasn't a part of Sephiroth that wasn't hurt or stained with blood. He could smell the stink of mako coming off his body. He looked like he was severely poisoned.
Sephiroth snorted, because he didn't have the nerve to protest. It wouldn't work anyways, not on Genesis. The man was as stubborn as ... the thought was washed away by a new wave of pain before Sephiroth could finish it.
"Hm," he answered the question in a noise that was vaguely positive
Genesis gasped. He knew Sephiroth had said in the past how he hated going to see Hojo. He would often stay in his room and not come out for a few days after the sessions but Genesis hadn't thought it was that bad.
"Did he at least give you something for the pain!" Genesis knew the answer to that too. He had one meeting with Hojo in the labs and that was more than enough. It was nothing like this though. Nothing at all. "I can call Hollander..." but he trailed off. He doubted that Sephiroth wanted to see another doctor.
He tentatively reached forward to a knot that was in Sephiroth's hair that was sticky with blood. "He ruined your hair."
Sephiroth opened his eyes half way and lazily blinked, and then he shook his head marginally to nothing in particular before drowning in pain again. He wasn't in a position to make conversation, though Genesis' voice was strangely soothing... Usually he hated people seeing him like this, but at the moment he had no energy to be angry or detest it. Also he didn't understand half of what the redhead had said, because he was zoning in and out and only caught a few words that didn't make much sense; 'pain', 'Hollander', 'hair'...
Sighing and fighting a new wave of nausea he closed his eyes again.
"Well, let's at least get you more comfortable," Genesis finally said and examined the man on the floor and then up to his bed. He didn't know if he should really move him at the moment even though the floor couldn't be all that comfortable. He understood how sensitive the skin could be when someone had their regular mako shots. Who knew what Hojo did to him and it looked pretty bad.
"I shall get you a blanket and a pillow until you can tolerate being touched again," Genesis muttered and walked to Sephiroth's bed and admired the blankets there. He decided against that and went to the nearest closet. "You know you should really stick your sword up that bastard's ass instead of letting him do that to you. The bastard needs to realize that we shouldn't be a pin cushion or using you for that sick guro fantasy of his."
He found some thin blankets in the closet and some worn out looking pillows. "Here we go," he said and went back to the shivering man on the floor. Genesis hummed a tune from LOVELESS as he put a hand under Sephiroth's cheek and slipped the pillow beneath his head.
"I should get you somewhat cleaned up before I cover you with the blanket," he said as shook the blanket out. There was a lot of blood. "You stink, by the way."
Being cared for was a concept alien to Sephiroth. Had he been in any shape to prevent it he wouldn't have allowed Genesis to do what he was doing.
When Genesis started to clean him it hurt, because every contact with his raw skin and wounds hurt, but at the same time the cool, wet cloth was soothing and he didn't feel as sticky anymore. Besides, Sephiroth was aware of the careful, gentle movements so he didn't protest. That didn't mean that he approved though.
On the other hand, the agony started to exhaust him and the things around him, as well as the things inside him, began to numb and drift into a blissful darkness as slowly sleep took over the pain and pushed it back.
Genesis was as careful as he could as he cleaned up Sephiroth and was glad to see that he fell asleep, even if he was on the dirty floor. He covered him with the blanket and let him rest.
"Well, you rest then," he said as he grabbed the bloody clothes. "I will tidy up your bloody mess that you created. When you wake up, you need a shower though, you still stink." He walked into Sephiroth's bathroom and looked for his laundry. It wouldn't do to let the blood set in the fabric. He started to clean, checking every ten minutes to make sure that Sephiroth was still asleep.
He fixed the door a little bit. He couldn't leave it completely ajar with Sephiroth looking like that. He was going to be pissed at him as it was for breaking down the door. Genesis made sure there was boiled water so Sephiroth could have tea when he woke up. He cleaned up the trail of blood and waited for him to wake up.
"Seriously," Genesis muttered. "What the hell did Hojo do to you?" He was tempted to call Angeal a few times, but refrained. It was bad enough that he was here and he knew that Sephiroth would bitch about it when he woke up.
He had finished all those tasked and the washer beeped and announced it was finished when he went to check on Sephiroth again. He wished he could trust himself not to hurt him to get him into his own bed.
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