Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy VII: Angelic Threnody	By : DarkSeraphim1 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, Before Crisis, or Dirge of Cerberus. I do not profit from the writing and/or posting of this fic. I am just a humble fan paying tribute to another's wonderful creations.

Chapter List
- 26
- 27
- 28
Chapter 27
            ‘Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface quietly, but surely’ -Loveless, ACT IV
            “Welcome home, Seph.”
            Sephiroth paused just beyond the threshold of the door, his green eyes widening dramatically, as Genesis swept past him. He could only stare in shock as he took in the changes Genesis had apparently made to his living quarters during the five days he’d spent recuperating in Hollander’s laboratory. The black-and-chrome furniture set that the Shinra decorator had chosen for him so long ago was gone. In its place was a set with large, overstuffed cushions and pinewood accents. The sofa was nearly eight feet in length, a deep black offset by large, yet tasteful, pale green flowers that resembled orchids. A matching loveseat sat to one side of a lovely pinewood coffee table, while a very big recliner had been set opposite of it.
            He glanced quickly at the far wall, relieved to see that his books hadn’t been removed, although the bookcase had been exchanged for one that matched the rest of the furniture. In fact, on closer inspection, he saw that Genesis had added his own book collection, comprised mostly of poetry, and had arranged them by type, instead of alphabetically. He reached out and traced the spine of one rather lovely Wutaian tome, thinking idly how odd it was that Genesis could read and write in the complicated language, but had such trouble speaking it.
            He heard Genesis’ footsteps as they whispered over the carpet, and frowned even as he looked down. Surely, he hadn’t. . .? Yes, he had. The gray carpeting had been replaced, which explained the muffled quality of his lover’s tread. The new carpet was plush, a lovely shade of pale green that matched the large, elegant flowers on the furniture. And would be nigh impossible to keep clean, he added with a silent laugh.
            He glanced across the room, one eyebrow climbing as he took in the other man’s pose. Genesis was standing at the bay window, framed on either side by pale green-and-white curtains, his left arm draped casually over shining glass. It was the stand that Genesis had bought for his prized copy of Loveless, the one he had taken with him when he’d left so long ago. It sat open on the newly refinished stand, sealed tight under airtight glass. The afternoon light poured in through the window, gleaming brilliantly off the glass, pouring over Genesis as though it were there just for him. It set his fiery hair ablaze even as it cast shadows over his beautiful, haunting, fine-boned face.
            “So,” Genesis tilted his head to one side, his smile both tense and expectant, “what do you think?”
            “You have outdone yourself, Genesis.” One fiery brow arched in warning, and he uttered a soft laugh. “The room looks beautiful, kitten. I like it very much.”
            “Hhmmpphh.” Genesis tossed his head as he pushed away from the stand. “You’d better. You have no idea how much it cost to get this done in such a short amount of time.”
            “I can only imagine,” Sephiroth responded, his voice very dry as he watched Genesis approach him. That deceptively slender body moved with the cat-like grace Sephiroth had always admired, even as he seemed to radiate an intense, yet indecipherable, energy. Genesis’ mood had shifted once again, Sephiroth realized, and he found that he was unable to properly interpret what he sensed coming from the other man. His understanding of human emotions was--as always--sadly lacking. As well as he knew his fierce kitten, whatever he was sensing now was new and unknown, and that knowledge was enough to trigger a mild panic within him.
            Genesis came to a halt before him, his near-perfect features taut, as he lifted a hand to finger a lock of shimmering silver hair. He didn’t speak, merely gazed up at him with shadowed blue eyes, and Sephiroth could only stand there and try not to squirm under that enigmatic gaze. Finally, Genesis released a great sigh and reached for his hand, silently leading him to the oversized recliner he had noted earlier.
            The other man seated himself, pulling him down beside him in the process. Sephiroth barely had time to situate himself before Genesis turned towards him and hurled himself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man, alarmed to realize that Genesis was trembling against him. “Genesis?” he questioned haltingly, and the other man’s response was to make a rough sound and burrowed even closer. “What is it, koneko? What’s wrong?”
            The other man only shook his fiery head, his gloved hands clutching at his back in an almost desperate manner. Sephiroth tightened his own hold, both bewildered and frightened by the change in his normally fearless lover. “Please, Gen, tell me what’s wrong?” he entreated, his too-deep voice betraying his fear.
            Genesis turned his face into the pale column of Sephiroth’s throat as he clung to him with all of his strength. It was over, he kept telling himself. Hojo was dead, and Sephiroth was home. He’d survived whatever it was that Hojo had done to him, and the bastard scientist could never hurt him, again. And still, he couldn’t stop the fear that rose up within him whenever he thought of how close he’d come to losing the man that he loved.
            “You almost died.” He hadn’t meant to say the words aloud, but once he had, he found that he couldn’t stop. “Hojo nearly killed you, you almost died, and the last words I said to you were angry ones.”
            He lifted his head, his azure eyes luminous with a combination of mako and unshed tears. “I didn’t mean it, Seph, not any of it. I was worried because I’d challenged Hojo, scared because you wouldn’t listen to me, angry because I couldn’t stop you from going, but I didn’t mean the things I said.”
            He paused, drawing a ragged breath, and was surprised when Sephiroth pressed soft lips to his own. “I know, you didn’t,” the other man whispered, and he shuddered as guilt assailed him. “Do you?” he questioned, his own voice surprisingly bitter.
            Sephiroth drew back just enough to look down at him, his patrician features revealing both surprise and concern. “Of course, I do, Genesis.” He smiled gently, lifting one hand to smooth it over the other man’s hair. “You have always responded to anxiety with anger. It is one of the behavioral patterns that I have learned to recognize in you. Your reaction was not unexpected.”
            “Oh.” Genesis blinked as he pondered that, then focused on Sephiroth with wary but determined azure eyes. “So, you’ll accept my apology then?”
            Sephiroth laughed softly as he hugged him close once more. “No apology is necessary, kitten. Your temper is one of the many things I love about you. You have such fire inside of you,” he told him, admiration evident in his deep voice. “I only wish I had a bit of it for myself.”
            “Oh, but you can, moonbeam.” Genesis smiled wolfishly into soft silver hair as he trailed one red-gloved hand down his lover’s back. “Take me into the bedroom, and I’ll make sure of it.”
            Another laugh sounded, followed by a quiet gasp, as he traced the leather-clad line bisecting Sephiroth’s perfect ass. “Take me to bed, Sephiroth,” he whispered, his smile deepening as he added, “I bought a new mattress, and I’ve been dying to try it out.”
            Sephiroth went still against him, then pulled back to gaze at him with surprise. “You replaced our bed?” he asked with astonishment.
            “Only the mattress. It was too hard,” he explained, trying not to laugh at the other man’s alarmed expression. “Since I’m the one who’s pounded into it on a regular basis, I thought that it needed to be a little. . .softer.”
            Pale emerald eyes widened even more, and Genesis found himself clinging to broad shoulders as he was carried through the room. He did laugh then, he couldn’t help himself. Sephiroth had taken the changes to his apartment much better than he had expected, but even he had his limits. Altering the place where he slept seemed to be one of them. Hopefully, the sex they were about to have in it would be enough to make Sephiroth accept the change without complaint.
            Sephiroth set him down on the bed with unexpected gentleness, then paced to the other side and sat down. Genesis watched with fond blue eyes as his lover laid down with cautious, tentative movements, obviously uncertain about this latest change. Genesis stretched out on his side, propped his head up on one hand, and simply watched. Vivid green eyes closed, long golden lashes sweeping down to hide them, even as a sigh escaped pink lips. That long, deceptively lean body relaxed, melting into the downy softness, and Genesis knew that he’d been forgiven.
            “You like?” he questioned in a soft voice.
            “Yes,” Sephiroth answered simply. Pale emerald eyes opened, shining with a combination of mako and contentment, as he smiled beatifically. “It is very comfortable, Genesis. You chose well. Thank you.”
            Genesis flushed with pleasure, loving the compliments that were beginning to come more and more often. “You’re welcome,” he returned, his smooth voice gentling. He reached out with his free hand, sliding it into the other man’s, and squeezed once. “Now that we’ve discovered you like the mattress, how about pounding me into it, hmmm?”
            Sephiroth’s smile shifted, changed, taking on that dark quality that Genesis had always loved. The younger man rolled to his side, reaching out to hook an arm around his waist, and dragged him closer. Genesis fitted his body to the other man’s, eagerly lifting his lips for a kiss, only to whimper with disappointment as Sephiroth ducked his head. “Patience, kitten,” came the deep, sensual whisper. “I’m in the mood to play.”
            Soft lips and sharp teeth found his neck, and Genesis moaned as desire burned through him. He arched against the other man, shuddering as Sephiroth surged against him in return. He could feel the impressive length of Sephiroth’s hard-on through the barrier of their clothes, and he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing against it. Sephiroth didn’t try to stop him. Instead, he dropped a hand to the curve of his ass and began to grind urgently against him, even as his mouth moved over the sensitive skin of his throat with agonizing slowness.
            The contradiction of movement threatened to steal what little self-control Genesis possessed. He found himself begging, to be kissed, to be fucked, to be anythinged, so long as Sephiroth fucking did it already. An evil laugh was his lover’s only response as he continued the sensual assault, and Genesis nearly came at the deep, dark, wholly beloved sound.
            Sephiroth heard the hitch in his breathing, the one that always presaged the scream that accompanied Genesis’ orgasm, and hastily reached down between them. He grasped the tightly-drawn spheres of Genesis’ testicles through his clothing and applied gentle pressure. Genesis gasped at the contact, then mewled as he realized what had been done. He began to curse, his gloved hands grasping at Sephiroth’s own, as he tried to bring the moment back. Then his orgasm receded, and he found himself flat on his back, panting almost angrily, as Sephiroth rose up above him.
            “Damn it!” he wailed with disappointment. “I was almost there.”
            A gentle, yet malevolent, smile was Sephiroth’s only response as he reached for fisted hands and bean to pry them open. He finally pulled Genesis’ gloves free and lifted his hands until they were curled around the silver hair that fell between them. He went to work on Genesis’ clothes, pulling the weapons harness and belt free. He tossed them across the room, not looking to see where they landed, and slowly slid himself down Genesis’ body.
            Genesis’ expression took on a curious cast as he watched him with bright, shining blue eyes, his hands still clutching moonlit strands that stretched out between them. Sephiroth unfastened the buckles on his boots, and then slowly drew the ebony leather down the length of his legs. They, too, were tossed aside, followed swiftly by the leather pants that he had always loved Genesis in, and then he began the slow, torturous trek up his lover’s body.
            Heated lips opened over creamy skin, a silken tongue darting out to trace muscles with nearly scientific precision, and Genesis found himself releasing Sephiroth’s hair because it was obscuring his view. He brushed the gilded strands aside, his body tightening to the point of pain, as he watched his lover, his hero, his fucking heart, kiss, lick, and nip his way up his own taut body. In an instant, Sephiroth was forgiven for delaying his orgasm, because he knew what was coming, and he wanted it with a fervor that surprised even him.
            Sephiroth slid his hands up the length of Genesis’ smooth, creamy skin, delighting in the small, breathless sounds he was wringing from his oh-so-passionate lover. Genesis’ entire body was taut with anticipation, trembling against his lips as he moved up one silken thigh, the rich scent of his arousal filling Sephiroth’s senses. This was Genesis’ moment, his reward for all he had done to make Sephiroth’s life better--to make him happy--and he would make certain that Genesis knew how precious he was to him. Genesis had given him his heart, and Sephiroth would make sure that his trust was repaid in full. Genesis would come first--always.
            He reached the junction of Genesis’ thighs and began to nuzzle the sensitive skin there lovingly. Genesis’ entire body jerked, one hand immediately clamping down on his head, and he laughed again. He pressed a soft kiss to the skin just beside his lover’s erection, and the heady aroma of Genesis’ arousal intensified until his head fairly spun with it.
“Souseiki,” he murmured huskily, turning his head until his lips brushed the full, throbbing length of him. “Waga migoto koneko.”
            “Oh, Goddess!” Genesis began to shake as Sephiroth pressed kisses to the side of his throbbing cock. Wet, hungry, open-mouthed kisses, he thought dimly, his lashes dropping even as he fought to keep them open. A slick tongue swept across the weeping head, and he couldn’t stop his fingers from tightening in his lover’s hair. “More,” he pleaded hoarsely, and was rewarded as the sharp edge of Sephiroth’s teeth gently scraped up his pulsing length. “Sephiroth!”
            Sephiroth nibbled his way up one side of Genesis’ cock and down the other, ignoring the curses thrown his way as he continued to tease the other man. Slender hands gripped his head in an almost frantic grip, pulling on his hair in way he had once abhorred, and he chuckled evilly. He ducked his head, finding the tight, round spheres that begged for his touch, and lowered his lips to them.
            Genesis cried out as his balls were enveloped in warm, wet heat. Gods, he thought dimly, Sephiroth had never done this before! In fact, he could barely remember the last time anyone had done this to him. Some nameless, faceless one-night stand nearly eight years ago, and the guy hadn’t done it half as well as his beautiful, sexually innocent lover was doing it now! Waves of searing heat rolled through him, his very blood being set alight, and all he could do was cling to Sephiroth’s hair as his body continued to burn.
            Small, breathless whimpers reached Sephiroth’s ears, each incoherent cry telling him just how much pleasure Genesis was taking from this. Sephiroth very slowly lifted his head, his glowing green eyes locked on his lover’s flushed face, and waited. Long, silky auburn lashes lifted, revealing haunting azure eyes. Their mako-bright depths fairly shined as they locked on his, love and lust making them flare brilliantly. Sephiroth held those flashing azure orbs, mouth poised over the glistening temptation of Genesis’ arousal, before slowly lowering his head once more.
            Genesis watched with dazed blue eyes as soft, swollen pink lips opened over the head of his cock. Sephiroth closed his mouth over only the very tip, sucking lightly, and the pressure on that most sensitive of spots was enough to send him tumbling towards release. His breath caught, only to be released in a hoarse scream that was his lover’s name.
            Sephiroth heard the other man’s breath hitch warningly and swiftly drew him in deep. As Genesis screamed his name and thrust unevenly, he followed the irregular movements of his hips with his mouth. Genesis was sobbing as his orgasm finally abated, the soft sound music to Sephiroth’s ears. It was rare that he was able to bring Genesis to such an intense orgasm without penetration, and it warmed him that he had been able to do so today, when it meant so much to him to do so. He truly was a lucky man.
            He raised his head and crawled up the silken length of Genesis’ body. He loomed over him with a tender smile as he drew the forgotten cowl-neck shirt up over his head. Genesis didn’t resist, merely raised boneless arms, sighing raggedly as the soft material was drawn away. Sephiroth tossed it aside and returned to him, resting his weight on his right hand, his left sneaking towards the bedside drawer. Genesis looked up at him through glistening, heavy-lidded blue eyes, and he brushed his lips over the other man’s. Genesis responded with a soft, almost sleepy kiss, and his heart turned over in his chest.
            “Koneko,” he whispered with hoarse reverence, and was rewarded with another languorous kiss.
            “Waga gekkou,” Genesis murmured against his lips in return.
            Sephiroth smiled with surprised delight at the Wutaian translation of his nickname. “Yes, Genesis, I am most definitely ‘your moonbeam’.”
            The fiery First merely smiled with a combination of smugness and affection, and Sephiroth chuckled darkly. His kitten was becoming quite the linguist, he thought warmly. Soon enough, he would be speaking Wutaian as though born to it. Of that, Sephiroth had little doubt. Genesis was nothing if not intelligent.
            He lifted his head as he popped the cap on the small tube of lubricant, and that hazy blue gaze flicked lazily towards the sound. “Do you mind?” he asked, his deep voice rough with unsatiated need.
            A slow smile spread across rose-colored lips as Genesis stretched lazily beneath him. “Not at all,” the smaller man purred, lifting elegant hands to rest on Sephiroth’s shoulders. “Knock yourself out, moonbeam.”
            Sephiroth quirked one silver brow at that. “Thank you,” he murmured dryly, drawing back just enough to squeeze a minute amount of the clear liquid into his hand.
            “You’re welcome,” Genesis returned, a hint of laughter tingeing his own rich voice.
            Sephiroth slid his slickened hand over the hardened length of his own erection, and then reached for Genesis’. The soft flesh twitched as he ran his hand over it lovingly, and Genesis only smiled ruefully. “What can I say, Seph? He likes you.”
            “I assure you, I am quite fond of him, as well.” The music of Genesis’ laughter rang through the room, filling it—and him—with rich, vibrant life. Sephiroth leaned down to catch the sweet with his lips, even as his hand stroked its way down the smooth roundness of Genesis’ ass. “So beautiful,” he murmured as he deepened the kiss, “so perfect.”
            “Well, of course. I’m me, after all.” Genesis grinned into the kiss, then moaned as he felt Sephiroth's finger slip into him. “Ooh, that’s nice, Seph.”
            Sephiroth merely made a humming sound as he added a second finger and began to stretch him. For what was perhaps the first time in their long association, Genesis was not urging him to hurry, nor attempting to rush him through this oh-so-important stage of their lovemaking. The other man seemed content to merely lie beneath him and enjoy the moment, and Sephiroth felt his own urgency melt away, replaced by a warm languor that had little to do with sex, and everything to do with the man lying beneath him.
            Inserting a third finger, Sephiroth stretched him for a moment longer before curling his fingers. He brushed Genesis’ prostrate as gently as he could, drawing back to watch with hungry green eyes as his kitten gasped and arched towards him. The glistening flesh of Genesis’ cock stretched as he became aroused, and Sephiroth was held spellbound as his own passion grew with it.
            “Beautiful,” he repeated gutturally, hooking his fingers for another pass over that too-sensitive spot.
            Genesis let out a needy mewl as lightening arched through his newly aroused body. He tossed his fiery head as he bowed his back, his too-blue flashing as he strained against long, elegant fingers. Sephiroth was gazing down at him with a soft, yet predatory expression, and he couldn’t help but quake in instinctive response.
            “Sephiroth,” he whimpered, biting his bottom lip as wave after endless wave of pleasure crashed over him. “Fuck me, Seph. Fuck me.”
            “Not yet,” Sephiroth panted, leaning over him to catch that succulent lip between his own teeth. He tugged lightly, and was rewarded as Genesis’ breath broke audibly. He laved the tender skin with his tongue, not at all surprised when slender hands thrust into his hair to keep him close. “I want more than a mindless coupling from you, kitten.”
            Genesis groaned as those fingers continued to slide in and out of him, teasing him even as they brushed his prostate and blinded him with pleasure. “Anything,” he gasped, lifting his head and fitting his lips to the other man’s with passionate desperation.
            Sephiroth slanted his mouth across Genesis’ and gave him what he wanted. He kissed him long and slow and deep, shuddering as an agile tongue twisted sensually around his own. He shifted slightly, threading the fingers of his free hand through blazing auburn locks, as he slipped the other free. Genesis made a small, disappointed sound at the loss, only to moan deeply as Sephiroth began to press into him.
            “Sephiroth,” Genesis groaned into his mouth, shivering as Sephiroth began a slow, gentle rhythm that threatened to drive him insane. “Oh, Gods.”
            Sephiroth lifted his head just enough to look down at him, his pale green eyes pulsing in time with his body’s thrusts. He caught Genesis’ shining azure gaze, holding it with his own, as he slipped both hands beneath him. He cupped those slender, creamy shoulders and gasped as long legs came up to hug his sides. He murmured the other man’s name, his own groan sounding as he dropped his head to kiss him once more. Genesis’ arms slid around him, holding him close, as he returned the intimate caress with a wild passion that threatened to undo him.
            Goddess, but he loved this man! Genesis thought as his own pleasure mounted. Sephiroth wasn’t just fucking him, he was making love to him, every agonizingly slow movement meant to heighten and prolong their shared pleasure. Genesis had never felt anything like it before, and he knew that he would never forget this moment, no matter how long they both lived.
            He didn’t know how long they remained like that, their sweat-slicked bodies straining together, their mouths joined as intimately as the rest of them. Damp silver hair clung to them both, covering them like a living blanket, and he clutched at it with desperate hands. He whimpered his lover’s name, the sound muffled by swollen lips and a silken tongue, and Sephiroth shuddered violently in his arms.
            “Koneko,” came the deep, hoarse response. “Aishiteru, waga kyoumou koneko.”
            The intimate admission proved too much for Genesis’ fragile self-control. His breath caught as his body began to tighten, and he frantically locked his legs around Sephiroth’s waist to anchor himself as his orgasm hit him. He heard a muffled scream, only dimly aware that it was his own, as pleasure blinded him to everything but the man straining above him.
            Sephiroth groaned loudly as Genesis’ orgasm sent his own body hurtling over the edge. He tightened his hold, tremors wracking him as he finally let himself go. He could feel Genesis’ slim body go limp beneath him, even as that clever tongue continued to duel with his, and then he was coming, everything but Genesis’ disappearing in a bright flash of azure-tinged light.
            He felt gentle hands moving over his shoulders and back and smiled to himself. Genesis was making breathy little noises, each high-pitched sound attesting to the pleasure he had just experienced, and Sephiroth could only lay there and tremble against him, grateful beyond measure to be here with him, when it could have easily been otherwise.
            “Genesis,” he whispered reverently, his voice barely audible as he struggled to lift his head.
            “Ssshhh.” Genesis curved a hand over the back of his head and held him in place. “Stay right where you are. I’m not ready for you to move just yet.”
            Sephiroth’s smile widened as he closed his eyes and turned his face into the other man’s neck. He had never felt so content, so at peace with himself, as he did at that very moment, and he had the man in his arms to thank for that. “I love you, Genesis.”
            “I know you do.” Genesis brushed a kiss over sweat-dampened silver hair. “I love you too, moonbeam.”
            Sephiroth sighed happily and eased to his side, ignoring his lover’s half-hearted protest. He ignored the sticky mess clinging to them both and pulled Genesis to him, cradling him tenderly against his chest. Genesis snuggled up against him, tipping his head back to gaze up at him with content blue eyes.
            “So,” he said with an overly innocent smile, “what do you think of the bed?”
            Sephiroth laughed at that, he couldn’t help himself. Genesis’ smile took on a smug cast as Sephiroth hugged him tightly. “I’m glad you like the changes,” he said softly, adding, “I’d hoped you would.”
            “The apartment looks wonderful, kitten,” Sephiroth assured him softly. “I am quite happy with it.”
            “It really needed some color,” Genesis said on a yawn. “It was too stark before.”
            Sephiroth smiled and breathed a kiss onto the crown of his head, not stupid enough to mention that he’d never been bothered by his surroundings. “Well, it certainly is not, now.”
            “Hmmm.” Azure eyes drifted closed as Genesis nuzzled his chest with a soft cheek. “Was the carpet too much?”
            He had to smother another laugh at that. “No, kitten, the carpet is perfect.”
            “Good.” Genesis went limp against him, his lithe body relaxing as he slid into sleep. “Love you, Seph.”
            “I love you too, Gen.”
- 26
- 27
- 28
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Final Fantasy VII: Angelic Threnody