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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
Sephiroth and Lazard: BMIK

Sephiroth didn't know how long he had slept, but when he awoke from his almost unconscious state he felt relatively better. The pain was still throbbing and piercing his flesh and mind, but the mako poisoning had worn off a bit and he didn't feel like retching his guts out anymore. He was even able to move a bit and experienced surprise when he found something soft under his head. The episode with Genesis had been so blurred and unreal that Sephiroth had deemed it a feverish dream.
When he blearily opened his eyes he saw the redhead standing in the doorway as a dark shadow with a familiar silhouette.
Sephiroth's mouth felt very dry and his tongue was swollen in his mouth, thus his voice sounded raspy, too deep and slurred, as he said,
"What're you doing. Here."
"We had a date," Genesis said, "And you stood me up and I decided to give you a piece of my mind, but someone beat me to it." Genesis smiled at the grumpy and raspy voice. "Would you like some tea? Do you want help getting to the bed?"
Sephiroth paused to process the information blankly (indeed he had forgotten the date, because otherwise he would have cancelled it to be off the hook).
"Go away," he finally tried again, almost sulkily, but he doubted Genesis would listen. He never listened. (Sephiroth hoped he would stick to that).
"Why don't we get you into bed first? You can't be comfortable on the floor," Genesis said and gently tugged at the blanket. "Let's get you out of your boots and pants first though."
Sephiroth clenched his teeth as Genesis touched him where it still hurt. Getting into bed did sound good and if he tried himself it would take a while... still he had to object.
"You can save yourself the trouble. I'm not in the mood to fuck you tonight." Men like him were never not in thecondition to have sex - they were not in the mood.
Genesis rolled his eyes. "Please. You have a hell of an ego. You look like shit and stink right now so I don't want to fuck you either," Genesis said and started working on the buckles of his boots. "Let's get you comfortable."
Maybe he was still trapped in a fever dream, because things just made as much sense right now. Questioning this answer would not lead to a logical result, because dreams were never rational, but Sephiroth did it anyways, narrowing his eyes. "Is that so? Then why are you here?"
If Genesis hadn't wanted sex then he should have left by now. There was nothing to gain for him here.
Silly fever dreams …
Genesis threw one boot over his shoulder and it crashed against the wall, then he started working on the other boot. "As much as I love a good fuck, that isn't everything. Plus, you look like you couldn't even get it up for me to ride you," Genesis said with a large smile as the second boot was much easier than the first as he now knew the order of the buckles.
"Plus, I'll still get to see you naked soon enough." Genesis tugged the final boot off and threw it by the other. He then reached for Sephiroth's impossibly tight pants.
Sephiroth endured the abuse with gritted teeth. It was a miracle to him how he had gotten on his clothes before he left. It would be even more of a miracle if Genesis got the sticky leather off of him.
"What more is there?" he finally snorted, half curious half derisive. Genesis was working on his pants so he tried to be helpful and lift his hips a bit, but the movement made him feel sick again.
Genesis continued removing the pants but was in a little bit of shock at what Sephiroth was saying. He seriously thought all that there was was sex ...
It explained a hell of a lot, that simple statement. He thought Sephiroth was just putting up a front with his attitude.
He really did think it was only worthwhile to fuck and run and there was nothing else.
Genesis finally got the pants removed before he answered. "There is this," he whispered softly as he moved to help Sephiroth sit up. Then he cleared his throat and in a no-nonsense tone added, "Quit being an idiot about things and let's get you into bed so I can make you a cup of tea and you can rest properly."
This didn't make much sense either as Sephiroth failed to see the joy of undressing a stinking, bloody mess of raw flesh. However Genesis seemed set on doing this, so the General thought that he as well could take a bit advantage of the man's current, illogical whimsy.
"I want a bath," he pointed out, trying not to flinch and twitch when Genesis bumped against his open wounds. The motion was really not so good.
"Also...I think I need to throw up..."
Genesis took this in stride and reached to a nearby bowl that he had placed there early for just the occasion. "Just puke in here. I cleaned all the blood off you carpet earlier and I would appreciate it if you didn't ruin my work." Genesis placed it in his lap and pulled the hair out of the way so that if Sephiroth did puke, it wouldn't get on it.
Closing his eyes, Sephiroth willed his stomach to behave, to calm down. The nausea that crashed over him in waves ebbed away, and his tense body relaxed a bit. He didn't want to throw up in front of anyone, and especially not Genesis but with his level of body control that shouldn't be that much of a proble-
He retched half of his stomach into the bowl as another wave hit him. Well, hopefully no stomach parts, but there was a lot of blood in it, as well as other stuff Hojo had injected there, probably just for the fun of it.
Sephiroth gasped for air, but his belly contracted again and it continued to cramp for a while until there was nothing left to extract from his body. Shivering, the General tried to wipe at his mouth, but he was so exhausted.
Genesis grabbed the corner of a towel that he had found earlier and wiped the mouth of Sephiroth and frowned at the mess he just threw up. Hojo sure did a number on him.
"Do you think you can make it to the bathroom and I will draw you a bath," Genesis said and was a little concerned. He had never seen the man sound or look so weak and out of control. Not even when he was hung-over did he look like this. He was a mess. "You would feel better if you get your bony ass off the floor anyway."
The man nodded, and using the wall for support slowly attempted to stand. After he had gotten most of the poison that Hojo had fed him out of the system he did feel a lot better. Now he wasn't sick anymore, but only in pain.
The bile tasted bitter and he wanted to rinse his mouth, but first he somehow had to get to the bathroom. It was next to the bedroom but right now it felt as if it was on the other side of the globe...
Avoiding to look at Genesis and the bucket he got up on very unsteady feet, leaning heavily against the wall to take a breath. There was no way he was going to crawl to the bathroom!
Genesis could see that Sephiroth was trying to gain some of his pride back, even though he was naked, shaking and looking like he was going to fall on his face. He touched his arm gingerly to make sure he wasn't going to fall. Sephiroth really did need to wash the toxins off his skin and his hair. From what he threw up, Hojo had certainly turned him into a toxic dump.
Genesis was hesitant to leave Sephiroth to walk on his own, because even though there was a small sadistic part of him that would find it humorous to see the man fall on his face, it wasn't funny when he was sick.
He would get him in the tub, wash his hair and get the crap off his body, and then he could soak away the pains that Hojo caused him.
Sephiroth took an inaudible, deep breath, ignored his racing heart and his swaying vision and took slow steps towards his destination. It seemed to be forever until he finally made it, with Genesis walking by his side to catch him in case he fell, but he didn't. The wall was enough to support his weight.
A bath seemed very tempting and the cool tiles were pure bliss as he leaned his too hot body against them.
Genesis could read Sephiroth's face as he leaned against the wall. He seemed stable enough so he went to the tub and started the water and grabbed the shower nozzle and pulled it down. He knew that a cool wash off would help Sephroth more than any heat would. "Can you make it all the way here?"
"Yes." Sephiroth wasn't sure, but he tried anyways and he did make it. Getting into the tub was a bit of a trial because most of his muscles were tense and hurting like hell, but eventually he sat in the slowly filling tub. A groan of relief escaped him, though the water stung his open wounds.
"It's cold," he observed with closed eyes, leaning back.
"It'll feel good in a moment," Genesis said as he moved to the head of the tub and looked down at the shivering form. "Promise." He set the shower nozzle on the lowest and softest setting and began to run it up Sephiroth's side, washing away the toxic sweat and the blood that tainted his pretty skin.
"Hm..." Sephiroth hummed, his head falling a bit to the side. Genesis was right, it did feel good. The fever was going down and also it was refreshing to cleanse the wounds. They would heal faster that way when the poison was rinsed out that kept them from closing.
Sephiroth was glad that Genesis was here. Even though he only grasped that thought very vaguely.
"It does feel better ..."
"I do know what I am talking about from time to time," Genesis said as he continued to rinse him off, even grabbing a handful of his hair and washing the blood out of it. The water was looking gross but he would wash Sephiroth off as best as he could and let the toxins leave his body before he refilled the tub with warmer water ... and bubbles. Bubbles always felt good after a doctor's visit.
He wondered if Sephiroth had any bubble bath around. He didn't snoop under the sink earlier so he would have to see if he had some there.
"Once this is done, I'll make you some apple-honey tea. It settles the stomach and you can sleep the rest out. I will phone that horrible monster of a secretary and tell her that you will be busy with more important things than coming into the office." Genesis smirked. "Better yet, I'll phone Angeal and tell him to talk to her. That is always amusing."
"You do that..." Sephiroth even smirked that the image of a very uncomfortable Angeal dealing with his gushing secretary.
It was really strange being taken care of. Sephiroth had never experienced something like this before; he was always the only one to take care of himself. He did have assistants, like his secretary, but that was only work related. Personal wise he handled his own business by himself and he didn't let anyone close because he thought he didn't need to.
But now this was kind of... pleasant. Unexpected, especially since the one taking care of him was Genesis.
Genesis was going to get ready to wash the rest of Sephiroth's hair and was grateful that he had not said anything about it when he heard the phone ring. He looked at the clock. It was nearly midnight. Who the hell would be calling Sephiroth at this time of night? If it was Angeal apologizing, he would have phoned on Genesis' phone instead of this one.
He turned off the water, "Back soon to finish up."
He stalked over the phone and picked it up. "What?"
There was a pause. Then, "... Genesis? This is Director Lazard. I did call General Sephiroth, but I want to speak to you too. An urgent matter came up that I need to discuss with you. It cannot wait, I am afraid."
At the other end of the line, Lazard leaned back in his chair at the office. It had taken him a while to get his countenance back after that episode with Tseng, but he did see the urgency of the matter. It was unlikely that they withdrew the cameras, but it was also unlikely that the matter was settled with this. Sephiroth and Genesis did have to maintain an image, the former especially and Lazard was worried about that. He was positive though that they would understand. For Sephiroth work always came first.
"Phone Angeal and he can deal with it," Genesis snapped. "We're busy and don't have time to deal with your pencil pushing crap." Genesis looked over to Sephiroth in the tub. He was looking quite relaxed and his eyes were half hooded as he lay there. The water was starting to take on a green tint from all the mako that they pushed in his system.
"If it had been Angeal who was caught fucking in a fancy restaurant be assured that I would call him. This is not about him however. It is a disciplinary talk we will be having and you better get your asses here or I will show you what it really means to be screwed," Lazard snapped coldly. His patience was wearing thin today and though he was usually relatively soft-spoken and understanding he wouldn't have it tonight.
Genesis sniffed, "That was so last week." He turned the phone to his other ear. "Listen. I got worse things to deal with than people looking at SOLDIER porn. You need to deal with that sadist bastard of a doctor that has been torturing your prized SOLDIER."
Lazard paused again, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What are you talking about? Why would professor Hojo torture General Sephiroth?" He was still trying to figure out if they were talking in a sexual context here.
Genesis shook his head as he pulled out his cell phone. "This is your problem, Lazard. You have no idea what is really going on around here and you are worrying about where we are having sex. It sure didn't bother you when Angeal locked us in a closet."
He flipped open his phone and selected the camera function. "Can you look a little more miserable there Sephiroth." He didn't wait for him to answer because the man furrowed his brow and looked properly pathetic on his own as Genesis clicked the picture. "Perfect. I mean, really. What is a little snogging when it comes to nearly killing a guy? You should have seen the blood in here and there was no blood when we were fucking in the restaurant. The closet ... a little bit but I have cut my nails since then." Genesis ranted. He quite liked ranting like this after the last couple of stressful hours of taking care of a very injured Sephiroth.
Lazard was very displeased with the way Genesis brushed him off so brusquely and showed no respect to his authority. The talking about blood and killing people off made him hesitant however. When he received the photo on his cell phone he was positively shocked. Sephiroth did look miserable, pale and gaunt and lifeless and there was blood... The Director didn't think they had faked this; they didn't have enough time and Sephiroth wouldn't back out of taking responsibility like that. He also wouldn't have allowed anyone to see him like this, if he could have avoided it.
"All right. We will postpone this until he feels better, but this is not over yet," Lazard warned and turned off the phone. As if he didn't have enough to deal with already.
Genesis looked at the phone. "Bastard. Didn't even say goodbye," Genesis scowled as he discarded the phones and went back to looking at Sephiroth in the tub. He was giving him a rather sour look. "What?"
"Don't take photos of me," Sephiroth snapped and given the fact that he was still half dead he did a good job on sounding pissed off. There was the reason why he didn't let other people take care of him. "And what was that all about anyway?" He'd heard fragments of their discussion (whoever it was who had called Genesis), but it hadn't made that much sense.
"Oh, something about Lazard watching SOLDIER porn or something," Genesis said flippantly as he walked to the tub and started to drain the water. It really was gross looking. "You know, we should really talk to the President about where they have those cameras. It is really bothersome if we can't even screw in a private booth in a restaurant."
"They had ... cameras there?" Sephiroth narrowed his eyes, his temper rising. He was familiar with the ever-present paranoia that was a pillar of Shin-Ra Coop. to secure their position of power and control, but this was taking it too far. Maybe he practically was company property, but there just were limits. He could tolerate being sliced up, turned inside out, being used and abused as mascot, but he didn't want to be watched when he screwed someone senseless! The whole purpose of doing this was escaping his duties and the company and having a bit of fun for once and now they pushed things a little too far!
Gripping the rim of the tub he growled lowly, attempting to get up and just tear the whole building apart.
Sephiroth was really really sick of this.
Genesis responded quickly and clasped on his shoulder and sat him down in the draining tub. "Go on a rampage when you are actually able to do some damage. Or at least put on a pair of pants. What kind of image would you give the world running around the building with blood covered hair, naked and unable to destroy anything. We can kick Lazard's ass when you can get a boot on that foot. So sit that fine ass down and let me wash your hair."
Sephiroth glared and gave a low growl just for good measure because he was very dissatisfied with the situation in general, but he did see Genesis' point. He had no intentions of letting this slide. He would deal with this later, when he got back his intimidation and superiority.
A bit petulantly he settled back in the tub, watching the dirty water swirl down the drain.
"Be careful," he warned, on alert. He didn't let people touch his precious hair. There were so many things that could go wrong ... But it wasn't as if he had a choice here; Sephiroth was still pretty much unable to deal with anything, because despite the bath his muscles were still sore and he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't spontaneously pass out.
Genesis was pleased that he got Sephiroth to sit back down and went to work. "I won't mess up your hair." He rinsed out the tub of gunk and then started to fill the tub again. He noticed Sephiroth shiver a little as he did so. He started to recite LOVELESS, ignoring the eye roll that he received. He went to the nearby cabinet and was disappointed that he didn't find any bubble baths there. There were some oils but that was not the same as a bubble bath. He found the bottles of shampoo and conditioner and for the heck of it, grabbed a one.
Sephiroth's skin was a mess anyway and could use some moisture.
"You better not," Sephiroth replied but for once it didn't sound threatening, but like a roughened mutter. Sephiroth listened to Genesis' passionately recited poems without complaints because it distracted him from his own pain. Also Genesis' voice lulled him in softly like a velvety blanket. He didn't really care what the man was doing to him as it could not possibly be more hurtful or humiliating than the things Hojo did to him on a regular basis.
Genesis put a few drops of oil in the water and inhaled. "Roses," he whispered. "Expensive oil. You get this personally made in the slums?" Genesis put the bottle to the side as he turned off the water. The perfume maker made the best rose smelling perfumes if you mixed things right. This oil smelled like that.
The water was up to Sephiroth's chest again. His wounds were looking better as they were closing. There was colour coming back in his skin. He was looking like Sephiroth again. Genesis reached for the shampoo bottle and smiled. "Well, you do have pretty good stuff here. Not as good as mine, as you found out, but good stuff," he said as he reached for a handful of Sephiroth's hair to begin work on it. He loved the feel of his hair and was glad that he was indeed trusted with it.
"I don't need expensive hair products," Sephiroth muttered, pointing out that his hair was naturally perfect (contrary to a certain someone's hair). But insulting Genesis' hair when he was at the choleric man's mercy probably wasn't a good idea, thus the General went back to that other topic with the rose oil. "It was a present," he replied lazily, lost in the feel of his muscles mending, of the poison being drained out of him. It left him refreshed and almost comfortable compared to the excruciating agony that had raged through him before. Now his mind was pleasantly numb.
"A gift? From who?" Genesis asked as he continued to get the blood out of Sephiroth's hair. This was the longest that they had ever talked without really arguing. Despite the fact that Sephiroth was a ball of pain, this was quite nice. He didn't mind holding the conversation and reciting LOVELESS. Sephiroth wasn't complaining, but it was good to hear him say more than a few grunts and groans. "Is it from your fanclub? They send me gifts all the time at the mere mention that I am interested in something. Is your club the same?"
Genesis knew he was babbling and really wished he knew how to stop.
"Hm, it is annoying." Sephiroth furrowed his brows but kept his eyes closed. "Most of the time. And I didn't know you had a fanclub already." His lids lifted marginally, only enough so that his jade eyes could see a blurry image of the busy redhead kneading his hair and working in the shampoo. Well, it was not that surprising actually; Genesis' dramatic personality, his good looks (particularly his ass) and his overbearing love for poetry made him an easy target for women's projections of the ideal man.
"So, what do they send you?" He smirked, because gifts from fans could be very telling about the image a person had in public and somehow he thought Genesis must be buried underneath mountains of teddy bears and dye by now.
"Jewellery," Genesis said and continued to working Sephiroth's hair. "I have enough earrings that I could wear a different one every day of the year. Also copies of LOVELESS that are fan made. Usually with self inserts. The writings that these fan clubs do are amusing too. They think I'm straight and that is amusing in itself," Genesis said and started to work on Sephiroth's scalp. It was nice seeing him relaxed. "If I ever say that I am craving a certain food, one or the other club will send it. I once said that I wanted a pineapple milk shake and had a box of pineapples and a crate of milk at my door. Then I made Angeal make the shakes until we were sick of them. Then I mentioned that I preferred strawberries. Saves on the grocery bills and having to eat in the Mess."
"You are not actually eating what they are sending you, are you?" Sephiroth opened his eyes fully, searching Genesis' face for a hint of humour or sarcasm, but as he found none he pinched the bridge of his nose in resigned disbelief.
"Of course I do," Genesis said. "I love getting gifts and I have not had a bad encounter yet. If you gush over them, they give you wonderful gifts! Well, all but those horrid stories, but I never would tell them that. It makes up for the lack of gifts when I was growing up. At least these people care about me," Genesis said and finished rinsing his hair and wondered if there was a way he could weasel his way into the tub but he was pretty sure, even in his weakened state, Sephiroth would not approve of the action at the moment.
"They don't really care about you. They don't know you. They are just worshipping a fake image of you," Sephiroth snorted pragmatically. He wouldn't get into a fight over this, though. It seemed that Genesis was still pretty naive when it came to fans and public images, but he would learn the hard way sooner or later, as everyone did. The crowd was fickle but why spoil Genesis' fun and agitate him when the redhead still held Sephiroth's hair hostage? "I thought you came from a wealthy family," he commented, lifting a brow.
"It is better than them knowing the real me and snubbing me like my family does. I have never done anything that would meet my parent's approval," Genesis said sourly. He sat on the floor and looked at Sephiroth. "No matter what I did, it was never good enough. Winning blue ribbons for my prize apple juice, the top of my class, an honoured actor," he paused for a moment. "A First Class SOLDIER. They didn't even respond back when I told them I got the promotion."
Sephiroth tilted his head in puzzlement at that. This did not match with the theoretical knowledge he had about families. The acknowledgement and love received by parents should be proportional to the achievements children made, but that was only the cherry on top of the unconditional love parents were supposed to have for their offspring regardless of what they did. He himself did not have family; his mother had died at his hands when she gave birth to him. And his father... well, Sephiroth chose to believe that he had none. Still he found the concept of having a family intriguing and there was the feeling of envy tied to his interest.
"Why is that?" he finally asked.
"I don't think they wanted me. I always felt like I was in the way," Genesis said feeling slightly depressed with this topic. "I had every item a boy could want, but I much preferred to spend time with Angeal in his house. At least, I was welcome there."
Staying with Angeal had been the reason he survived that town and was glad he got out.
He would have to thank Angeal again for that when he got home
"I assume then his parents were different?" the General asked with light curiosity. "What is it like to have a childhood? What did you do?" He asked those questions with his usual air of professional interest and it sounded a bit like an interrogation, though his curiosity was purely personal. Genesis was a bit like a rare specimen right now, a fountain of knowledge that was usually disclosed to Sephiroth. The topic of childhood did not come up in conversations he had; it was all about work and impersonal matters.
"Yeah, they were different. They cared when Angeal and I would stumble in looking like we had been wrestling pigs in the field or had cuts or scraps. I would go home and they would have Jeeves take the hose to me and then send me to bed without dinner," Genesis said. "I always wished that Angeal's parents were mine." Genesis sighed. "You really didn't have fun as a kid? Is that why you are such a stick in the mud?" He smiled as he said this as he knew what he said was going to upset Sephiroth.
"Oh, I had tons of fun," was the slightly waspish reply that also sounded a bit defensive and frosty. "There was this one time when I got to ride an infant Bahamuth." He'd been eight and in retrospect he suspected that he hadn't really been supposed to ride the animal when they had thrown him in with the beast.
He'd also accidentally killed it.
Everyone had been very nice to him afterwards, or so he thought. Maybe they had just been nervous and frightened and tried to stay on his good side. Well, at that time he'd been naive and ignorance was bliss. Good times...
"But then it died."
Genesis turned to Sephiroth with a look of alarm on his face. "How fat were you as a kid that you killed a baby Bahamuth?"
At that Sephiroth cracked an eye open to glare daggers at Genesis, but then he replied, dead-pan, "I wasn't fat. I just accidentally stuck my sword through its chest into its left eye. Shit happens." He paused, looking pensive. "On second thought, that was also the time during which Hojo made me test that strange drug and it did blow me up a bit like a balloon... That could not have been the cause of the Bahamuth's death however."
Genesis started to laugh. "You would have been a cute fat kid," he chuckled. "Angeal was a fat kid too and he was just adorable with a round belly and rolls but he wasn't cute. He was very comfortable to nap on." Genesis sighed and stood. "Are you ready to come out of there or are you going to turn into a white prune? You really should eat something. Need to fatten you up again, after all."
Genesis was enjoying this banter and the image of a fat Sephiroth crushing a baby summon was actually quite amusing.
"You may try. I have my special ways of exercising however and those are very effective." The silver haired man smirked, but slowly sat up. His head was spinning still, but he didn't feel sick anymore, which was good because it meant that he could eat. The pain had dulled too, and it was bearable now. Strange, he'd had bad sessions before, even lighter ones but he couldn't remember recovering so quickly after either of them...
His muscles were pretty much jelly now though, so he had difficulties getting up.
Genesis grabbed a large white towel from a nearby hook. "I'm sure you do," he said with a wink. "Let me help you," he said as he effortlessly grabbed a handful of his hair and started to wrap it in the towel, give it a great twist and then wrapped the wet strands neatly away before pulling the plug. "Let me get another towel to dry the rest of you up and we'll get you tucked into bed."
"You are skilled with this," Sephiroth observed, as he sat down at the rim of the tub. "Your alternative choice of career was becoming a nurse?" His eyes travelled up Genesis' long legs and stopped at his perfect ass as the man bent down to get another towel. Hm, Genesis in a short nurse uniform certainly was an entertaining fantasy.
"I'm skilled at many things," Genesis said as he pulled out another towel and turned back to Sephiroth with a crooked smile. "If it pissed off Dad more, I would have but the medical field is something that he would have approved of. He did not approve of the SOLDIER so this was a natural choice." He approached Sephiroth and began to dry him off. He was starting to get his colour back and he could tell by the way his eyes roamed, some of his sense of humour as well. "I will get you some clean sleep pants first. Don't move from there," Genesis said and left the towel in Sephiroth's lap and went to retrieve him some sleeping clothes.
"I will try not to." Inwardly Sephiroth rolled his eyes and rotated his shoulder a bit. On second thought he said after Genesis "Second drawer from the bottom." Otherwise it would take forever until Genesis found what he was searching for. Sephiroth possessed exactly one pair of sleeping pants that he never wore because he preferred sleeping naked anyways. He also found it curious that Genesis actually had contemplated alternative choices of career; Sephiroth never had had a choice, thus he never thought about what else he could have done besides being in the military and killing stuff.
Genesis found them and came back quickly. "Here we go. Let's get you in these." He grabbed the towel off Sephiroth's lap and squatted in front of him and opened the pants to step into them. He took the liberty of running his hands down his calves as he did so. Genesis was normally not a leg man, but Sephiroth had wonderful legs and calves. He forced those thoughts back. Sephiroth was better but he was not well enough for anything ... amusing tonight.
With some difficulties Sephiroth stepped into the pants. He didn't even know why, he could as well have remained naked. But it seemed that it was easier to just comply with Genesis' plans and besides Sephiroth still wasn't lucid enough to object much. The effects on his mind and brain usually lasted longer than the ones on his body.
They got back to the bedroom where Genesis helped him in the sheets. They were cool and warm at the same time and Genesis' voice started to drift off again. Sephiroth drifted with it, half asleep, as suddenly a thought hit him that he had to voice.
"What is your mother like?"
Genesis was a little startled by the question.
His mother had not understood him since he was ten years old. He would not give her grandchildren. She did not approve of the fact that he was most certainly gay. He wasn't a cute little toy that could be dressed up in costumes for her anymore and she did not like that. She never said anything though and that was the worst part. She would smile and stand beside her husband — a man that he would not call his father any more — and say, "Listen to your father dear." and pour herself another drink.
He ran his hand through the still damp hair of Sephiroth. "Distant," he said simply. "Now, sleep for a bit. You will feel better once you sleep."
Sephiroth furrowed his brows marginally. Distant... that wasn't right either. He wondered what kind of a woman his own mother had been. She wouldn't have been distant. She would have been a proper mother, she would have been right. Most certainly she would have loved him and he would have been devoted to her.
She would have given him the reason to exist that ShinRa could not. She'd have been his raison d'etre.
Rolling over he pushed the blanket away, a light fever warming his forehead again but he didn't notice as he was caught in senseless dreams already.
Genesis sighed as he watched Sephiroth toss and turn for a bit. He went to the bathroom to retrieve a cool cloth and placed it on his forehead and moved beside him and that seemed to still him a bit.
Taking care of Sephiroth was tiring work and Sephiroth's bed was really comfortable and having the man count on him was extremely comforting as well. He would worry about feeding him when he woke up but for right now, he would keep his dreams at bay.
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