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Final Fantasy VII: Angelic Threnody	By : DarkSeraphim1 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 30
‘Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface quietly, but surely’ -Loveless, ACT IV
            Sephiroth folded his arms over his chest as he waited with growing impatience for the army to arrive. He had spent most of the day pacing the length of his quarters, unable to properly relax with the knowledge that Genesis would soon be there. Rufus had confirmed what he had already known, that the boys were indeed in Junon, and in the morning he planned to leave to retrieve them. The new President had generously offered the use of his own personal transport, which Sephiroth had declined, requesting to use one of the army’s large cargo helicopters instead. Rufus had compromised by insisting that one of his Turks pilot the machine, and Sephiroth had grudgingly agreed. As he had told Genesis, he understood why The President kept them close, but that did not mean that he trusted them.
            With the exception, perhaps, of Reno. But only because the irreverent young man had already proven himself loyal, Sephiroth reminded himself hastily. Not only to Rufus, but to himself, as well. He had kept his word, helping Sephiroth find Kadaj and the boys, and making sure that Rufus kept his own promises. Already, Sephiroth had been given his back-pay, in the form of nearly two million gil. Sephiroth was a rich man.
            He shook his head at that. All these years, as he had longed for normalcy, he had unthinkingly allowed his employer to provide for all of his needs. His food, his clothes, his living quarters, all provided by Shinra, Inc. And he had never once thought to question it. Not until he had begun the slow descent into madness had the notion even occurred to him. Not until Genesis and Angeal had left his life, had he realized how empty it had truly been.
            Well, he knew now. He was strong, both physically and mentally, and he had enough gil to take care of those he loved. Jenova still needed to be dealt with, of course, but that would come soon enough. He had only to survive the coming confrontation, and the world was his.
            Sephiroth laughed at the irony of his thoughts. In his madness so long ago, he had believed that the world belonged to him. He had truly thought that he was the Cetra’s ‘Chosen One’, that it was his duty to free his ‘Mother’ from her human captors and rule The Planet with her.
            Now, he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with Genesis and the boys. Wutai was only a starting point, a place of relative safety for himself and his family. Once the furor over his desertion finally died down, they would all be able to travel Gaia together, and see the sights he had only ever seen through his maddened clones. It was something he forward to with great fervor.
            In the distance, he heard the unmistakable rumble of mako-powered engines and hastily straightened from his slouch. As all five doors opened at once, he found himself gripping the railing before him, clinging to it, as he waited for his first sight of Genesis. Transport trucks rolled into the large building one after another, and Sephiroth marveled that Genesis had truly accomplished what he had sworn to: He had mobilized the entire army and driven back to Midgar in less than eight hours. The man was truly a marvel.
            Sephiroth had chosen to wait on the second floor of the hangar, not wanting to be in the way as his SOLDIERs disembarked. Now, he had to struggle with the nearly overpowering urge to run downstairs and shove his way through the rapidly growing throng until he found Genesis. He was embarrassed by the depth of his own impatience, but he simply could not help himself. He had missed his fierce kitten and he wanted to see him—now.
            Then he spied Angeal stepping off of one of the transports, the hilt of his Buster Sword sticking up behind him, and knew that Genesis would not be far behind. He waited until he caught a glimpse of auburn fire to move, his long legs taking the stairs two at a time until he was on the ground floor. He paused at the bottom of the steps, taking the time to let his gaze sweep the crowd once more. He ignored the SOLDIERs who offered him salutes, all of his attention focused on finding his second-in-command.
            In the end, it was Genesis who found him. He heard his name called in that rich, achingly familiar voice, and then Genesis was coming towards him, shoving his way through the horde of young SOLDIERs as he swiftly closed the distance between them. Never one to hold himself back, Genesis came flying towards him, throwing himself at Sephiroth, who caught him up in a tight embrace.
            “Goddess, but I was worried about you,” Genesis whispered, clinging to him with all of his considerable strength. “I was so afraid that something would go wrong, and I’d never see you again.”
            “I am here,” Sephiroth whispered, turning his face into his cinnamon-scented locks. “Welcome home, Genesis.”
            Genesis shuddered against him and drew back, only to slide his hands into a cascade of silver and plaster his lips to Sephiroth’s own. Sephiroth shivered and gave him what he so obviously wanted, propriety be damned. He slanted his mouth across the other man’s and kissed him with every bit of passion he possessed. Genesis responded with a whimper even as his tongue moved against Sephiroth’s with equal, devastating aggression.
            Sephiroth was only vaguely aware of the catcalls and rude suggestions as Genesis filled his senses. His taste, his smell, the feel of his skin. . .they were the center of Sephiroth’s world. He felt Genesis’ hands tighten in his hair to just this side of pain, and knew that the other man had also forgotten himself in the heat of their shared passion.
            That was enough to jar Sephiroth back to reality. The last thing he wanted for the whole of the Shinra army to see his kitten like this, nearly mindless with need as he lost himself to his own sensual nature. That was for Sephiroth’s eyes alone.
            Sephiroth eased his hands into Genesis’ fiery hair and carefully eased them apart. Genesis made a breathy sound of protest, and Sephiroth swiftly eased his head onto his shoulder. “Not here,” he murmured quietly. “Not like this, Gen.”
            Genesis only nodded jerkily, his hands clenching briefly as he fought to regain control of himself. He found it and forced himself to release the other man, even as his every sense screamed in subliminal protest. He managed a tight smile, one which became genuine, as he gazed up at his beautiful lover.
            “I told you I’d missed you,” he said with a rueful shrug.
            “So you did,” Sephiroth returned a bit unevenly. “You remember my response, of course?”
            Azure eyes narrowed slightly at that. “Yes, I do,” he managed lightly. “Something about new furniture, I believe.”
            The perfect, innocent smile that spread across Sephiroth’s deceptively angelic features went straight to his crotch, and it was all Genesis could do not to tackle him to the ground right then and there. “You’ll definitely pay, Sephiroth,” he muttered with a toss of his head. “I promise you that.”
            “I look forward to your vengeance,” Sephiroth murmured silkily in return.
            “Ahem.” They looked up to find Angeal and Zack standing a few feet away, both looking slightly embarrassed, which was a direct contrast to their matching grins. “You two do realize that the entire army was watching you. . .flirt?”
            “Yeah,” Zack piped in, “and it was hot.”
            “Of course, it was.” Genesis’ kiss-reddened lips curved in his patented smirk, his arrogance back in full force, as he spread his arms out dramatically. “I mean, look at us.”
            Sephiroth chuckled even as he felt his face heat with embarrassment. “Perhaps, we should move to a less public locale,” he suggested, “and allow our men to gossip about us in our absence.”
            “Sounds like a plan,” Zack said, as cheerful as ever as he rubbed his hands together. “Pizza, anyone?”
            Genesis rolled his eyes and cast them upwards, telling Sephiroth without words how he felt about that. “That is an excellent idea, Zachary.” He ignored the other man’s scowl as he added, “There have been quite a few changes since you’ve been gone, and I believe that we should discuss them.”
            Angeal’s smile died instantly. “What kind of changes?” he asked, all business.
            “Yes, Seph-ir-oth,” Genesis said in a sing-song voice, “what kind of changes?”
            Sephiroth shot him a dark look as he turned away. “I’m sure that you and Zack would like to freshen up after your long journey,” he said without answering. “Why don’t you meet Genesis and I in our quarters once you are through? We can discuss it, then.”
            Angeal only nodded, his noble features showing his weariness. “An hour, then?
            “An hour.” Sephiroth inclined his head in Zack’s direction and walked away, leaving Genesis to follow or not, as he so chose. He wasn’t surprised as the hollow tread of Genesis’ boots sounded, hot on his heels, and he couldn’t contain the smile that spread across his face. “You play with fire, Genesis.”
            “Ha!” Genesis brushed Sephiroth’s arm with his own as they walked. “I own fire, Sephiroth. Or have you forgotten?”
            “Not likely,” Sephiroth muttered in drolly return. As they entered the building and approached the main elevators, he realized that it would take them more than an hour to reach the 70^th floor, if the size of the waiting crowd was any indication.
            He felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Genesis smiling at him. The other man jerked his fiery head towards the stairwell door, and they were off. Like children in a race, they ran across the main lobby, nothing more than black and red blurs in their haste. Genesis reached the door first, shoving it open and leaping up the first set of stairs. Sephiroth leapt after him, catching him on the landing and whirling him around to face him.
            Genesis was laughing as he ducked out of the embrace, the musical sound echoing through the stairwell as the Sephiroth gave chase. Genesis was fast, cat-like in his reflexes, but even he was no match for the Silver Demon of Wutai. All too soon, he found himself pinned against the wall, Sephiroth’s mouth devouring his, that lean body moving urgently against him. Genesis never even thought to protest the dominance of his lover’s actions as he returned heated embrace for all he was worth.
            Strong hands dropped to his ass, lifting him as leather rubbed against leather, and he locked his legs around Sephiroth’s waist tightly in response. He tangled his hands in Sephiroth’s hair, bunching the silken mass at the back of his neck, and moaned as Sephiroth’s tongue redoubled its sensual assault. He loved it when Sephiroth was like this, all primal need and animal instinct. There was very little thought involved, if any at all, as Sephiroth claimed him in the only way that he knew how, and Genesis reveled in every fucking second of it.
            Sephiroth broke the kiss just long enough to gasp for air, and Genesis groaned with disappointment. “Don’t stop!” he murmured urgently. “Fuck me, Seph. Fuck me and make me yours.”
            A violent shudder ripped through the younger man at his words. “Not here,” he rasped desperately. “We can’t do this here.”
            “Then, hurry the fuck up and take me home!” Genesis demanded passionately.
            He found himself swept up against a muscular, leather-clad chest, as Sephiroth bounded up the remaining stairs. “Only seventy-three floors left to go,” Genesis pointed out, not at all helpfully. Sephiroth’s only response was to tighten his hold and increase his already considerable speed.
            As the world passed him in an unrecognizable blur, Genesis kept himself entertained by torturing the other man. He combed his hands through his molten hair, smoothed his palms over his shoulders and back, and pressed swollen lips to the side of his lover’s throat. Sephiroth’s heart hammered against his own chest as small, quiet gasps escaped him, as Genesis couldn’t resist the lure of all the silken ivory skin before him. He opened his mouth and bit down, gently at first, and then with increasing pressure. Sephiroth somehow managed to tilt his head to one side, giving him better access, even as he rushed with all of his SOLDIER speed to get them both home before they spontaneously combusted.
            At last, they made it to the penthouse floor. Genesis continued to tease him mercilessly, even as he was set on his feet at their apartment door. As Sephiroth used his card key to unlock it, Genesis busied himself with the fastenings of his clothes. He unbuckled the black trench coat, throwing it open and reaching around him to unfasten his weapons belt, rubbing against him all the while. As Sephiroth grasped his waist and hurriedly backed him inside, Genesis began shoving at the trench, attempting to push it back over his shoulders. Sephiroth released him just long enough to pull the door closed behind him, and his jacket was yanked off of him unceremoniously. Genesis wrenched the belt and harness away next, then lowered his hands to waistband of Sephiroth’s leather pants.
            “Finally!” he mumbled, tugging the zipper down and delving inside. He encircled the imposing hardness of Sephiroth’s cock with slender fingers and began to stroke him urgently. As Sephiroth groaned loudly and thrust into his touch, he used his free hand to palm his ass and urge him even closer. “No more separations, moonbeam. I don’t ever want to be without you, again!”
            Sephiroth shivered as pleasure raced through him, unable to return those passionate words as Genesis’ touch stole his ability to speak. He slid his hands into Genesis’ tumble of fiery hair and covered his mouth with his own, lost to the man he had spent a lifetime loving. Genesis returned the kiss so passionately that his knees threatened to buckle, and Sephiroth lowered them both to the pale green of the carpet below before they could do so.
            Genesis was forced to drag his hand out of Sephiroth’s pants as the other man began to tear at his clothes. For the first time, he didn’t protest the loss, not caring in the least if his uniform survived the rush of Sephiroth’s sensual attack. Long-fingered hands, as pale and elegant as the man himself, soon stripped him bare, leaving his throbbing body completely vulnerable as Sephiroth settled himself in the cradle of his thighs. Genesis watched with urgent fascination as Sephiroth wet his own fingers, their hips thrusting against one another’s all the while, their shared pre-come only increasing the sensual slide.
            Sephiroth lowered his hand to the heart of him and pushed, one slender finger sliding into him with shattering ease. Genesis arched against him, pushing against that talented digit, even as he marveled that Sephiroth had enough self-control left to do this. He could only whimper with pleasure as Sephiroth stretched him, preparing him for the sensual invasion which was to come, his body awash in pleasure as his prostate was teased in the process.
            “Hurry!” he whispered urgently, sliding his hands into Sephiroth’s hair to anchor himself. “I’m going to fucking come without you if you don’t!”
            The threat was enough to spur Sephiroth into action. Withdrawing his hand, he lined himself up and pushed forward. Genesis’ body accepted him instantly, then tightened as he began to move, proof of how close he truly was to orgasm. Sephiroth dropped his head, sunk his teeth into his lover’s shoulder, and thrust for all he was worth. He closed his eyes as the music of Genesis’ cries filled his ears, each passionate sound threatening to rip his own control from him.
            Then, Genesis’ body went rigid in his arms, his inner muscles clamping down like a vise, and it ceased to matter. As his kitten screamed with the force of his pleasure, Sephiroth found himself sinking into that shimmering sensual void with him.
            Ragged breaths and sluggish heartbeats filled the silence which followed. As Genesis’ petted Sephiroth’s glorious hair with tender hands, he could only sigh in blissful contentment. “Now, that was one hellova homecoming, moonbeam.”
            Sephiroth smiled in what he was sure was a stupidly happy manner, hiding his face in damp, sweat-slicked skin. He closed his eyes even as he murmured, “Yes, it was,” in a husky voice. He waited a few moments before adding, “I believe we have neglected the furniture once again.”
            Genesis only uttered a low laugh and rubbed his cheek against Sephiroth’s own. “I think you’ll have to help me up this time, Seph. I seem to have a problem moving at the moment.”
            Sephiroth braced himself with one hand, reached behind him with the other, and unlocked Genesis’ trembling ankles. He pulled them both into a sitting position, quirking one brow as Genesis dragged a few yards of soft silver hair with him. “Genesis, you have yet to release my hair,” he pointed out with amusement.
            Fine features were accentuated by a pout as Genesis stubbornly continued to cling to the moonspun strands. Sephiroth laughed softly and leaned towards him, brushing his lips across the other man’s, who tightened his hold and eagerly leaned into the kiss. Sephiroth lingered just long enough to pry those elegant hands from his hair and drew back. Ignoring his lover’s sulky glower, he carefully rose to his feet and extended his hand.
            Genesis pointedly ignored it, and then ruined the haughty effect by grinning as the rapidly drying come on his own stomach flaked away as he shifted. He hopped to his feet, his strength miraculously restored, and Sephiroth rolled his eyes as he released him. “You seem wholly recovered,” he commented sardonically.
            “Yep,” Genesis’ smile took on a smug cast, “must be the mako.”
            “I’m sure,” Sephiroth responded dryly. He glanced down at himself, then at the carpet, with a faint grimace. “I’ll clean up here. Why don’t you go draw a bath, and I’ll join you when I’m through.”
            “A bath?” Genesis’ near-perfect features lit up at that. Sephiroth rarely took the time to indulge in a proper bath, usually preferring to shower, as it was quicker and more efficient. His smile threatened to split his face in two as he pounced, giving Sephiroth a quick, hard kiss, before bounding away, his actions more reminiscent of Zack than himself.
            “I’ll be waiting,” he threw over his shoulder, already heading towards the bathroom. “Don’t take too long or the water will get cold.”
            Sephiroth stared after him, then smiled as he heard the sound of running water only seconds later. He must of put on quite a burst of speed to get to the bathroom so quickly, he thought with a silent laugh. His kitten was quite the hedonist, when it suited him to be so.
            He spared another glance for the mess they had made and went straight to the sink. He opened the cupboard below it and took out a bottle of Shinra brand stain remover. He dampened a sponge and quickly set to work, applying himself to his task swiftly and efficiently. Sephiroth smiled to himself as he gathered what little was left of their clothes, threw them into a hamper hidden discreetly in the corner of his bedroom, and made his way to the lavatory.
            Genesis looked up as he entered, smiling happily amidst a cloud of bubbles, and he sighed with feigned resignation. Ever the hedonist, he thought affectionately. What he actually said was, “You know what bubble bath does to my hair, Genesis.”
            “Don’t worry, moonbeam. I’ll be more than happy to help you wash it when we rinse off.”
            “I’m sure you will.“ He pulled a hair rarely-used hair tie from the mirrored cabinet and began to the tedious process of braiding his hair, promising himself to get rid of the bottle--one which Genesis must have smuggled into his apartment without his knowledge--just as soon as he was able.

            “And don’t even think about throwing it away,” Genesis warned as though reading his mind. “I paid a lot of gil for this particular brand, and I don’t intend to waste a drop of it. I’m even taking it with us when we run away together, so again, don’t even think about getting rid of it.”
            Sephiroth merely shrugged as he continued to bind his hair, even as a part of him wondered why he was bothering. Genesis was only to destroy his hard work at the first opportunity. He absolutely hated it when Sephiroth bound his hair, and always did his best to make sure it stayed loose. Unfortunately, bubble baths always left his hair saturated with oil, so he did what he could to minimize the damage. Hence, the five-foot-long braid.
            As he eyed the froth of fragile white bubbles with something approaching dread, Genesis smiled and lifted his arms in welcome. “C’mere,” he entreated in a soft voice, and Sephiroth could only smile, his reluctance gone as though it had never been, as he padded closer.
            He climbed into the large marbled tub, smiling faintly as Genesis’ hands came up to rest on his shoulders. “Turn around,” came the gentle command, and Sephiroth let those elegant hands guide him until he was lying back against the other man. “Comfortable?”
            “Yes.” Sephiroth closed his eyes and relaxed against him, sighing as he felt the brush of Genesis’ sensual lips over the delicate skin covering his temple. “You?”
            A snort sounded next to his ear. “What do you think?”
            He smiled again at the rhetorical question and brought his hands up to cradle the arms that held him so lovingly. These were the moments he had once lived for, the rare occasions when Genesis forgot his jealousy, and he his pride, and they simply were. They had come more often since his return, and he was beginning to believe that--perhaps--they would continue to.
            “Where will we go?” He shifted to look up at the other man, his expression enquiring, and Genesis clarified, “Once we’ve rescued the boys, where will we take them?”
            Sephiroth shrugged with a casualness he didn’t feel as he settled himself once again. “Wutai, most likely.”
            Genesis blinked, surprised, and cocked his head to look down at the other man’s profile. “But you hate Wutai, Seph.”
            Another shrug, followed by a quiet sigh. “That doesn’t matter, Gen. The boys wouldn’t be safe here or on the Central Continent. Shinra’s reach is far too long. Wutai would be the perfect place to take them, simply because there are still parts of the country that Shinra has not subdued. I was thinking that we would settle in one of those.”
            “Mmmm, logical,” he allowed, worried despite himself. “What about Lord Godo? He’s gone to a lot of trouble to make peace with us. I doubt he’ll like the thought of two of Shinra’s most dangerous SOLDIERs settling on his land as refugees. I know the people won’t,” he added for good measure.
            “I thought I could offer my services to Godo,” Sephiroth replied with unconscious arrogance. “I imagine that skills such as mine would be in great demand, should the war ever be rekindled. I could teach the Wutaian army how to fight SOLDIER on their own terms, or simply trade my skills for the promise of protection. The people will learn to live with our presence there or not. I am more than capable of protecting us, should the need arise.”
            And then some, Genesis thought wryly. He nuzzled his cheek against Sephiroth’s temple, comforting them both as he remembered the nightmares which had plagued Sephiroth for so many years. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked in a low voice, unable to hide his concern. “Because I don’t ever want to see you like you were after came back the first time.”
            Sephiroth turned in his arms, lifting one wet hand to cradle his face. “That time in my life is over, Gen,” he assured him, his green eyes solemn, as he thought that Genesis couldn’t know just how true that sentiment was. “There’s nothing in Wutai that can hurt me. Not anymore.”
            “Alright, then. Wutai it is,” Genesis returned matter-of-factly. He ran his hands over broad white shoulders, smiling wolfishly at the trail of bubbles he left in his wake. “We have got to do this more often, Sephiroth. You look good in bubbles.”
            A grunt was Sephiroth’s only response as he allowed himself to drawn down to the other man once more. He slid his arms around that deceptively slender waist and rested his head over his love’s heart. As the water lapped gently around them, he found himself comforted by steady thump of Genesis’ heartbeat. No wonder his fiery, independent lover enjoyed this so much, he thought contently. It was very soothing.
            One of Genesis’ hands crept down his back, dipping beneath the water to follow the line of his braid, and Sephiroth smiled into his chest. Some things never changed, and in this instance, he thought that might be a good thing. Still, it wouldn’t do to let Genesis think him oblivious.
            “Genesis.”
            Genesis grinned in response to the warning in his voice, releasing the hair-tie with an overly dramatic sigh. “It was worth a try,” he said without a drop of remorse. Sephiroth grunted his opinion of that, and he settled for gathering the heavy silver braid in his hand and dragging it around Sephiroth’s body as he hugged him. “Better, moonbeam?”
            Sephiroth closed his eyes as he hugged him in return. “Much better, kitten. Thank you,” he added sincerely.
            Genesis merely smiled and rested his chin on the top of his head, satisfied in ways he couldn’t explain, even to himself. If he had known that this kind of bliss waited for him, he would have surrendered to Sephiroth years ago. Instead of losing himself, he had discovered parts of himself that he hadn’t known existed, and most surprising of all, they were good parts. In letting go of the jealousy that had always colored his perceptions, he had opened himself to the happiness he had feared would always elude him. While it pissed him off to no end that he had wasted so many years in his stubbornness, he was determined to find a way to make it up to Sephiroth. No more running away when his feelings got hurt, or blaming the other man when things didn’t go the way he wanted them to.
            No, Genesis thought with resolve, he was going to prove himself worthy. Sephiroth had put up with his bullshit for much too long--much longer than he ever would have--and he was going to make sure that he never had to again. While he wasn’t quite optimistic enough to believe that they would always see eye-to-eye, he would learn to control his own temper, so that he would never again lash out and wound his emotionally vulnerable lover.
            He lifted his head and gazed down at the other man, who rested against him with a trust he knew he hadn’t earned, and felt a rush of emotion so strong that it actually hurt. He lifted a wet hand to Sephiroth’s face, tracing the pure arch of his cheekbone with a hand that trembled. Sephiroth smiled at the caress, shifting just enough to gaze up at him, and he returned the smile crookedly.
            “You’ll never know how much I love you, Sephiroth,” he told him in an emotion-filled whisper. “Thank you, for taking me back. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t.”
            The smile faded as Sephiroth reached up and grasped his hand. “Do not thank me, Genesis,” he returned roughly, disturbed on levels he couldn’t bear to think of at those emotionally charged words. “I love you too much to ever turn you away. Don’t you know that?”
            Genesis stared down at him, his azure eyes darkening briefly. “Yes, I do.”
            And he did. While he had certainly never expected to hear Sephiroth actually speak the words, he’d known for years that the other man was in love with him. It had been a point of pride for him, to have The Planet’s most powerful warrior in his bed, at his beck and call, ready to satisfy his every sexual whim.
            Not anymore, though. Sephiroth was more than a trophy, more than a prize he had won in a game he’d never truly understood. He was everything, and somehow, Genesis would find a way to show him that. For now, he settled for cradling the other man’s head in his hands and covering his mouth with his. For only the second time in their long, turbulent relationship, he kissed Sephiroth without the slightest hint of sexual intent. He could feel his lover’s confusion in the hesitancy of his response but didn’t stop. He waited until Sephiroth was returning the pure, loving caress with more confidence to break away.
            “My moonbeam,” he murmured on a sigh, running his hands over flushed alabaster cheeks as he raised his head. “Goddess, but I fucking love you, Seph.”
            Sephiroth merely gazed at him, his silver-green eyes with their cat-like tilt at the corners gleaming as they gazed into his. “Aishiteru, koneko,” he returned simply.
            Translation: I love you, kitten, Genesis thought with a soft, happy laugh. “You’re going to fit right in in Wutai, Seph. You already speak the language like a native.”
            One silver brow shot upwards at that. “Yes, particularly since there are so many silver-haired men with green eyes already living there.”
            He laughed again at the dry, deadpan tone the other man used. “Yeah, like they’ve got a lot of red-headed kittens, too,” he returned with a grin. “I guess, we’ll both have to deal with being a little different, this time around.”
            Sephiroth smiled faintly at that. “It will be. . .nice, not to be alone in that,” he admitted, his tone intentionally light. “Perhaps, the boys will not have as hard a time with it as I did.”
            “Nope, not with both us there to see them through it.” Genesis ran his hand along the curve of Sephiroth’s jaw. “So, when do we leave?”
            “In the morning, provided you can finish packing before midday.”
            “So soon?” he asked with surprise.
            Sephiroth nodded once. “Rufus has proven to be a man of word.”
Genesis placed an intentionally loud kiss to his forehead before pushing at his shoulders. “Come on, then. Let’s get the hell out of here. Angeal and Zack will be here at any moment, and we have a rescue to plan.”
            Pale emerald eyes rolled even as Sephiroth moved to comply. “You still have to wash my hair,” he reminded him as he reached for the plug. “Don’t think you can get out of doing so.”
            Genesis snorted, already reaching for the braid. “Yeah, like I’d try,” he shot back, slipping the tie off and unbraiding wet mass. “Hurry up and turn on the water. It’s fucking cold in here, Seph.”
            Sephiroth turned on the taps and adjusted the temperature before turning back to him. “You don’t need the water,” he murmured, stifling another laugh as Genesis maneuvered what was left of the braid over his shoulder. “I am quite capable of keeping you warm, Genesis.”
            The other man laughed as he finally spread Sephiroth’s hair out, grabbed the shampoo, and urged him back under the spray. “You can ‘warm’ me later. Right now, I want to wash your hair, brush the shit out of it, and plan out our future. In that order,” he added with mock sternness.
            “Very well, kitten.”
            Sephiroth closed his eyes and tilted his head back, smiling as he felt Genesis’ lithe body press against his own as he reached past him to begin washing his hair. This was what he always hoped for between them, both of them able to live together in harmony, instead of always fighting one another for control. To have his most secret dream made a reality was as humbling as it was satisfying, and he had no intention of ever losing it. He would do whatever it took to make Genesis happy.
            And soon, he would be with his boys. The thought warmed Sephiroth’s heart. Yes, he had lost a small bit of power due to the remnants’ creation, but that was a small price to pay for the family they would soon become. He, Genesis, their boys, and Kadaj’s Nii-san. Would wonders never cease?
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