Story and Dumbapples
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
728
Reviews:
4
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0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I’m not making any money here either.
Chapter Two
Story and Dumbapples
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: All Genesis ever wanted was for someone to love him. This story will contain boy love, strong language, and violence.
Chapter Two
Sephiroth was holding the dumbapple in his angry hand. Oh, he was pissed! He was going to teach Genesis a lesson he was never going to forget. Oh, yes he was. That was exactly what he was going to do. He was going to rub this succulent fruit right in his stupid face, and make him like it. Hell, he was even going to make him say it, too. He was going to make sure the idiot never left another fruit lying around for someone to trip over and break their goddamn necks ever again!
“Angeal!” He growled, walking up to the dark-headed man. “Have you seen Genesis?”
Angeal nodded his head. “I saw him running out the main doors earlier.” He put his gloved hands on his hips. “I waved, but he must not have seen me.”
Sephiroth’s left eye twitched. That idiot! Where the hell was he going at this late hour?
“What are you going to do with that dumbapple?” Angeal asked with hungry eyes.
“I’m going to rub it in his fucking face!” Sephiroth snapped, turning away, stomping off.
“But,” Angeal said, reaching out. “It’s really ripe, Sephiroth.”
“Even better,” Sephiroth chuckled. Oh, it was so wicked. “That means it’ll hurt more.”
“You don’t understand,” Angeal pleaded. “It’ll be really tasty, Sephiroth.”
Sephiroth stopped and ever so slowly began to turn with an eerie grace, staring at him with blazing, lime-green eyes. His glacial face was cold and shaper than a dagger.
“With blood?” He asked, licking his own succulent, devil-red lips.
Random doors banged shut all around the two, locking from their insides. The silver-haired terror of all terrors was grinning like a maniac, squeezing the violet-blue fruit in his palm.
Angeal rolled his eyes, and Sephiroth turned from him. He was going to chase that redheaded idiot down.
“And people say Genesis is dramatic!” Angeal called after him.
Sephiroth spun around with the speed of a rushing avalanche, hurling the dumbapple right at Angeal’s face. It smacked the stunned man right in the forehead, splattering like brains all over him, leaving Angeal to blink in shocked silence. He looked dazed at being totally caught off guard.
The general grounded his perfect, white teeth together. His voice was like low thunder. “Now see what you made me do…”
Angeal licked the dumbapple juice from his lips. “Tasty.”
Sephiroth hissed, stalking off like a tall shadow, with leather flapping behind him like black wings. He would simply get Genesis down and grind his boot into his face. That’s what he would do. Hell, it would even be fun.
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I wanna hold em’ like they do in Midgar Plays
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart
Genesis looked up from his half-empty bottle to see Story push a guy down on stage. The crazy-ass summoning was wild and lost in his own hypnotic dancing. His voice was watery and distorted with twisted beauty.
“I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be,” Story sang, dropping ever so gracefully down to his perfect knees. “A little gambling is fun when you’re with me.”
Genesis blinked. His vision was blurry from the warm liquor. He was so buzzing. Midgar was the city that never fucking slept. He could always find a party.
“Wutai Roulette is not the same without a sword,” Story sang, crawling up the length of the attractive male dancer’s almost naked body. He looked like a giant shark, getting ready to tear into a tender throat. “And baby when its love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun.”
Genesis wished he could do that with Sephiroth. He wanted to get that gloriously gorgeous SOLDIER down and ride him like a pale stallion into battle. He wanted to lick the sweet sweat from those icy white muscles.
Story was back on his feet, moving his body with such flawlessness to the music’s beat. His arms, hips, and legs were like a well calculated, dancing machine. None of the other dancers could hold a candle to his marvelous inferno.
Those violet eyes caught his blue ones. There was a look in them. It was heat. Those purple stars were burning into him.
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s go to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s got to love nobody)
Genesis felt his body warm. Story’s amber flesh began to light up from the inside as he danced. He was a golden sun among the tiny planets that were dancing to his gravitational voice.
The siren was so fucking beautiful. He found that he actually want to be up there, dancing with him. He didn’t want to be the boy who was always alone on the dance floor.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I got
A small rage suddenly consumed Genesis. Why the fuck was he feeling this way? He was goddamned, mother-fucking, drop-drawers gorgeous! He could have any goddamned guy he mother-fucking pleased!
He instantly cooled.
Any guy, all except the one he truly wanted with all his heart.
That inferno exploded.
Well, fuck him and his stupid ass! That handsome, silver-haired, iceberg could just float in his icy waters for all he fucking cared! He bet Sephiroth masterbated ice-cubes, while fucking himself with a goddamned dick made of solid ice! Hell, he probably fucked himself with a fucking icicle! Well, he hoped they were fucking happy together!
Genesis was beautiful. In fact, he was more beautiful than Sephiroth. Ha! He felt so much better. Hell, he fucking deserved better! He deserved someone who would hold and treasure him.
He got to his feet, feeling so much better about himself. He gazed at all the dancing people around him. Story and he were gods among them all.
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
Story took Genesis by the hand and Genesis began to copy him move for move. It was like two snakes gliding through water together. Each precise movement was sensuously quick, like a cobra strike.
It almost felt like Story was really starting to bond with him. Why?
Because, Story spoke directly to his brain, you need me.
Genesis gazed into those amethyst jewels. There was no emotion in them at all. Story was like a dancing statue. He began to mimic that as well.
I need to guard my feelings, Genesis thought, if I keep all emotion of my face, lock my mind up tight, then nobody can ever touch me again.
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s got to love nobody)
Story nodded, continuing their enchanting dance for all to gaze upon and marvel at.
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
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The more Sephiroth searched, the more pissed off he became. But, he didn’t show it. No trace of any emotion was on his handsomely, stoic face. Oh, but the snow was falling. His mind was a fucking blizzard. Boat after boat was sinking due to icebergs hidden within the pissed mist.
That was when he spotted the irritating redhead. He was walking alone, stumbling every now and then. It made him roll his angry eyes. The sun was rising and the moron was drunk.
“Where have you been?” He deadpanned, walking towards him. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Genesis looked up at him with dead eyes. It almost took the general a little aback. He had never seen him look like this before. He was always a laughing drunkard.
“I’m sleepy,” Genesis said, stopping. He looked around. “Where am I?” He looked lost and totally unconcerned about it, too.
Sephiroth wanted to hit him. He wanted to punch him right in the face. Did he never think of his own safety? Where was his damn sword? What if he had passed out on his fucking face out here somewhere? So many disturbing images of rape and murder filled his mind.
“You’re such an idiot!” Sephiroth hissed with frosty chills, snatching Genesis by the wrist, dragging him along. “Come on.”
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Genesis followed along behind him, feeling stunned. He had been shocked to see Sephiroth walking towards him. He had been even more shocked that he had been looking for him. Why?
“Why were you looking for me?” He asked in a guarded tone. “I thought you would have gone back to bed.”
“You obviously don’t know how to look after yourself,” Sephiroth told him in a no-nonsense air.
“I have Story with me,” he told him, feeling Sephiroth’s hand tighten around his own even more.
“A summoning who would love to see you dead and rotting in a trashcan,” Sephiroth snarled.
Genesis smiled to himself. What was this? Had Sephiroth really come looking for him because he had been concerned?
“Plus I wanted to crush that stupid dumbapple in your face,” Sephiroth said, pulling him along like a naughty child. “I know you purposefully left it where you did so I would fall over it and break my neck.”
Genesis nodded. “Well, how else am I going to get in your pants?”
Oops, that hadn’t come out right.
“You really shouldn’t talk when you’re drunk,” Sephiroth reprimanded. “It just makes me want to hit you even more.”
Genesis’ heart went cold. He closed his mouth. Fine! If he didn’t want to hear his voice, then he would never speak in his presence again.
He jerked his hand free, making Sephiroth spin around on him. The look in those green eyes made him want to shatter into a billion pieces right there at his feet. They were filled with disgust. It cut him deeper than any blade could ever possibly try.
What could he say? Would it make a difference?
No. No, it wouldn’t.
“Have a good morning, Sephiroth,” he said. He didn’t even recognize his own voice when he had said it. It was deep, rich, and in perfect control.
He stepped around the man carved from living ice. He was going to go to bed, and never get in Sephiroth’s line of sight again.
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He was sobbing like a child in his shower. He wanted to get it all out. The old Genesis was slowly dying with every tear that fell. He was going to show them all just how truly frigid he could be.
“Is that what you want?” Story asked, kneeling naked beside him. His skin was glowing like liquid sunlight. He was so wicked looking.
“He’ll never love me,” Genesis seethed in thorny rage. “Nobody will ever love me. Nobody ever has!”
He would never show his heart again.
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Story pulled the muscular man into his arms, smiling sadly.
Oh, Genesis. You’re truly a tale of tragedy…just like me.
“May I love you, Genesis?” He asked in a gently, musical tone.
Genesis slowly pulled away, looking at him with untrusting eyes. The mortal was learning.
“Why?” He asked in a well guarded tone.
“You captured me, bound me, smart off to me, you have no respect for me, and you’re constantly pissing me off,” he told him, tracing those pouting lips. “And do you have any idea what all that makes me want to do to your body?”
Genesis took hold of his smaller hands, pursing his kissable lips. “You failed to mention my godly looks.”
Story melted away from him in a misty-amber glow. “Come to bed, Genesis.” The siren cooed on a salty breeze from the bedroom. “I want you to pound me into this mattress like the ocean waves pound a sea cliff.”
He giggled like silver bells. This poor man was now his. How long before he would drown him?
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Note: Song lyrics belong to Lady GaGa. I just changed some words here and there to suit the story.
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: All Genesis ever wanted was for someone to love him. This story will contain boy love, strong language, and violence.
Chapter Two
Sephiroth was holding the dumbapple in his angry hand. Oh, he was pissed! He was going to teach Genesis a lesson he was never going to forget. Oh, yes he was. That was exactly what he was going to do. He was going to rub this succulent fruit right in his stupid face, and make him like it. Hell, he was even going to make him say it, too. He was going to make sure the idiot never left another fruit lying around for someone to trip over and break their goddamn necks ever again!
“Angeal!” He growled, walking up to the dark-headed man. “Have you seen Genesis?”
Angeal nodded his head. “I saw him running out the main doors earlier.” He put his gloved hands on his hips. “I waved, but he must not have seen me.”
Sephiroth’s left eye twitched. That idiot! Where the hell was he going at this late hour?
“What are you going to do with that dumbapple?” Angeal asked with hungry eyes.
“I’m going to rub it in his fucking face!” Sephiroth snapped, turning away, stomping off.
“But,” Angeal said, reaching out. “It’s really ripe, Sephiroth.”
“Even better,” Sephiroth chuckled. Oh, it was so wicked. “That means it’ll hurt more.”
“You don’t understand,” Angeal pleaded. “It’ll be really tasty, Sephiroth.”
Sephiroth stopped and ever so slowly began to turn with an eerie grace, staring at him with blazing, lime-green eyes. His glacial face was cold and shaper than a dagger.
“With blood?” He asked, licking his own succulent, devil-red lips.
Random doors banged shut all around the two, locking from their insides. The silver-haired terror of all terrors was grinning like a maniac, squeezing the violet-blue fruit in his palm.
Angeal rolled his eyes, and Sephiroth turned from him. He was going to chase that redheaded idiot down.
“And people say Genesis is dramatic!” Angeal called after him.
Sephiroth spun around with the speed of a rushing avalanche, hurling the dumbapple right at Angeal’s face. It smacked the stunned man right in the forehead, splattering like brains all over him, leaving Angeal to blink in shocked silence. He looked dazed at being totally caught off guard.
The general grounded his perfect, white teeth together. His voice was like low thunder. “Now see what you made me do…”
Angeal licked the dumbapple juice from his lips. “Tasty.”
Sephiroth hissed, stalking off like a tall shadow, with leather flapping behind him like black wings. He would simply get Genesis down and grind his boot into his face. That’s what he would do. Hell, it would even be fun.
0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
I wanna hold em’ like they do in Midgar Plays
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart
Genesis looked up from his half-empty bottle to see Story push a guy down on stage. The crazy-ass summoning was wild and lost in his own hypnotic dancing. His voice was watery and distorted with twisted beauty.
“I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be,” Story sang, dropping ever so gracefully down to his perfect knees. “A little gambling is fun when you’re with me.”
Genesis blinked. His vision was blurry from the warm liquor. He was so buzzing. Midgar was the city that never fucking slept. He could always find a party.
“Wutai Roulette is not the same without a sword,” Story sang, crawling up the length of the attractive male dancer’s almost naked body. He looked like a giant shark, getting ready to tear into a tender throat. “And baby when its love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun.”
Genesis wished he could do that with Sephiroth. He wanted to get that gloriously gorgeous SOLDIER down and ride him like a pale stallion into battle. He wanted to lick the sweet sweat from those icy white muscles.
Story was back on his feet, moving his body with such flawlessness to the music’s beat. His arms, hips, and legs were like a well calculated, dancing machine. None of the other dancers could hold a candle to his marvelous inferno.
Those violet eyes caught his blue ones. There was a look in them. It was heat. Those purple stars were burning into him.
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s go to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s got to love nobody)
Genesis felt his body warm. Story’s amber flesh began to light up from the inside as he danced. He was a golden sun among the tiny planets that were dancing to his gravitational voice.
The siren was so fucking beautiful. He found that he actually want to be up there, dancing with him. He didn’t want to be the boy who was always alone on the dance floor.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I got
A small rage suddenly consumed Genesis. Why the fuck was he feeling this way? He was goddamned, mother-fucking, drop-drawers gorgeous! He could have any goddamned guy he mother-fucking pleased!
He instantly cooled.
Any guy, all except the one he truly wanted with all his heart.
That inferno exploded.
Well, fuck him and his stupid ass! That handsome, silver-haired, iceberg could just float in his icy waters for all he fucking cared! He bet Sephiroth masterbated ice-cubes, while fucking himself with a goddamned dick made of solid ice! Hell, he probably fucked himself with a fucking icicle! Well, he hoped they were fucking happy together!
Genesis was beautiful. In fact, he was more beautiful than Sephiroth. Ha! He felt so much better. Hell, he fucking deserved better! He deserved someone who would hold and treasure him.
He got to his feet, feeling so much better about himself. He gazed at all the dancing people around him. Story and he were gods among them all.
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
Story took Genesis by the hand and Genesis began to copy him move for move. It was like two snakes gliding through water together. Each precise movement was sensuously quick, like a cobra strike.
It almost felt like Story was really starting to bond with him. Why?
Because, Story spoke directly to his brain, you need me.
Genesis gazed into those amethyst jewels. There was no emotion in them at all. Story was like a dancing statue. He began to mimic that as well.
I need to guard my feelings, Genesis thought, if I keep all emotion of my face, lock my mind up tight, then nobody can ever touch me again.
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(He’s got to love nobody)
Story nodded, continuing their enchanting dance for all to gaze upon and marvel at.
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
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The more Sephiroth searched, the more pissed off he became. But, he didn’t show it. No trace of any emotion was on his handsomely, stoic face. Oh, but the snow was falling. His mind was a fucking blizzard. Boat after boat was sinking due to icebergs hidden within the pissed mist.
That was when he spotted the irritating redhead. He was walking alone, stumbling every now and then. It made him roll his angry eyes. The sun was rising and the moron was drunk.
“Where have you been?” He deadpanned, walking towards him. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Genesis looked up at him with dead eyes. It almost took the general a little aback. He had never seen him look like this before. He was always a laughing drunkard.
“I’m sleepy,” Genesis said, stopping. He looked around. “Where am I?” He looked lost and totally unconcerned about it, too.
Sephiroth wanted to hit him. He wanted to punch him right in the face. Did he never think of his own safety? Where was his damn sword? What if he had passed out on his fucking face out here somewhere? So many disturbing images of rape and murder filled his mind.
“You’re such an idiot!” Sephiroth hissed with frosty chills, snatching Genesis by the wrist, dragging him along. “Come on.”
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Genesis followed along behind him, feeling stunned. He had been shocked to see Sephiroth walking towards him. He had been even more shocked that he had been looking for him. Why?
“Why were you looking for me?” He asked in a guarded tone. “I thought you would have gone back to bed.”
“You obviously don’t know how to look after yourself,” Sephiroth told him in a no-nonsense air.
“I have Story with me,” he told him, feeling Sephiroth’s hand tighten around his own even more.
“A summoning who would love to see you dead and rotting in a trashcan,” Sephiroth snarled.
Genesis smiled to himself. What was this? Had Sephiroth really come looking for him because he had been concerned?
“Plus I wanted to crush that stupid dumbapple in your face,” Sephiroth said, pulling him along like a naughty child. “I know you purposefully left it where you did so I would fall over it and break my neck.”
Genesis nodded. “Well, how else am I going to get in your pants?”
Oops, that hadn’t come out right.
“You really shouldn’t talk when you’re drunk,” Sephiroth reprimanded. “It just makes me want to hit you even more.”
Genesis’ heart went cold. He closed his mouth. Fine! If he didn’t want to hear his voice, then he would never speak in his presence again.
He jerked his hand free, making Sephiroth spin around on him. The look in those green eyes made him want to shatter into a billion pieces right there at his feet. They were filled with disgust. It cut him deeper than any blade could ever possibly try.
What could he say? Would it make a difference?
No. No, it wouldn’t.
“Have a good morning, Sephiroth,” he said. He didn’t even recognize his own voice when he had said it. It was deep, rich, and in perfect control.
He stepped around the man carved from living ice. He was going to go to bed, and never get in Sephiroth’s line of sight again.
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He was sobbing like a child in his shower. He wanted to get it all out. The old Genesis was slowly dying with every tear that fell. He was going to show them all just how truly frigid he could be.
“Is that what you want?” Story asked, kneeling naked beside him. His skin was glowing like liquid sunlight. He was so wicked looking.
“He’ll never love me,” Genesis seethed in thorny rage. “Nobody will ever love me. Nobody ever has!”
He would never show his heart again.
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Story pulled the muscular man into his arms, smiling sadly.
Oh, Genesis. You’re truly a tale of tragedy…just like me.
“May I love you, Genesis?” He asked in a gently, musical tone.
Genesis slowly pulled away, looking at him with untrusting eyes. The mortal was learning.
“Why?” He asked in a well guarded tone.
“You captured me, bound me, smart off to me, you have no respect for me, and you’re constantly pissing me off,” he told him, tracing those pouting lips. “And do you have any idea what all that makes me want to do to your body?”
Genesis took hold of his smaller hands, pursing his kissable lips. “You failed to mention my godly looks.”
Story melted away from him in a misty-amber glow. “Come to bed, Genesis.” The siren cooed on a salty breeze from the bedroom. “I want you to pound me into this mattress like the ocean waves pound a sea cliff.”
He giggled like silver bells. This poor man was now his. How long before he would drown him?
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Note: Song lyrics belong to Lady GaGa. I just changed some words here and there to suit the story.