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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 39
'There is no hate, only joy. For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds.' -Loveless Act II
Sephiroth stood at the railing of the Banoran Ferry, his mako-imbued gaze locked on the gently churning waters of the Meridonal Sea. The decision to stop in Banora had been made before leaving Fort Condor, a unanimous group decision that he had chosen to abide by, even though he personally disagreed with it. He had explained that Banora was one of the first places Shinra would look for them, as it was Genesis and Angeal's hometown, and that going there would be a tactical error.
Unfortunately, it hadn't made a difference. Even as Angeal had agreed with his practical, logical rationale, his normally stoic friend had voiced his desire to visit his mother, whom he hadn't seen in more than a year, and Zack had yet to meet. Even the boys had expressed a desire to see Banora, though Sephiroth had a feeling that had more to do than with nostalgia than anything else. Sephiroth had always had a soft spot for the small, agricultural town, if only because it was where his kitten had grown up, so it stood to reason that his remnants would, as well.
He knew that the boys were with Genesis now, watching over him as he rested inside the ferry's large passenger cabin, each showing their worry in their own unique ways, as Angeal hovered over them all like a mother-chocobo with a sick chick. Sephiroth watched for a few moments, noting the bemused yet pleased smile on his lover's handsome face, before quietly stealing away. He needed some time to himself, time to think on what had nearly happened, and the possible consequences for himself.
He had nearly lost him.
Genesis had been wounded, badly enough that he had been forced to cast Apocalypse as a last, desperate act to save himself. Three small-caliber bullet wounds, innocuous enough by themselves, and certainly not enough take the life of an enhanced First, had nearly ended Sephiroth's mission—as well as his heart's life.
Sephiroth shivered at the thought, feeling a cold that had little to do with the humid summer breeze which blew around him. He squeezed his eyes closed, his hands clenching around the railing so hard that they would leave impressions in the treated wood. Genesis' wounds had been minor. They should have healed within seconds of being inflicted, and yet, they had not. Much like before, when Genesis had been wounded in the VR training room, the wounds had continued to bleed, the blood refusing to clot as it should have. Had it not been for Aerith, and her unique Cetra healing abilities, Genesis would have died.
But he hadn't, Sephiroth told himself harshly, releasing a rough breath as he thought of all the problems that might occur as a result of his own failure to plan properly for the future.
The degradation—if that's what it truly was—had chosen the worst possible time to make itself known. They were fugitives now, unable to return to Shinra, and the lives they had forsaken there. Doctor Hollander had been a part of that life, and Sephiroth silently cursed himself for his lack of foresight. He should have known that Rufus would betray him. He was a Shinra. It was in his blood, coded into his very DNA, and now Sephiroth would have to deal with the consequences of his own naiveté.
"We need to talk."
Sephiroth sighed as he opened his eyes and he turned away from the rail, only to find Cloud Strife standing before him. The younger man was wearing a furiously determined expression, and he suppressed another sigh. "What can I do for you, Cloud?"
"You knew," Cloud whispered, his voice hoarse with what Sephiroth recognized as rage. "All this time, you knew!"
Cloud lashed out and caught him in the face with one gloved fist. Sephiroth's head whipped to the side, even as the momentum of the blow drove him back into the railing. "You knew!" Cloud hissed again, struggling to keep his voice low enough to remain unheard by the other party members, most of whom had genetic enhancements. "You knew, and you kept it a godsdamned secret!"
Sephiroth raised one hand to the side of his jaw, gingerly touching the spot, his own temper sparking as his eyes narrowed ominously. Cloud responded to that by reaching behind him, placing one gloved hand on First Tsurugi's hilt, the meaning behind the gesture unmistakable. Sephiroth drew a deep breath and forced his anger down. He would not be fighting Cloud Strife today, no matter what the young warrior did to provoke him. To do so would invite disaster—for them all.
He leaned back against the rail and crossed his arms over his chest, the defensive posture a habit that he had long since stopped trying to break, and one that he hoped would relay his own lack of aggression, and calm Cloud accordingly.
"Exactly what did I know?" he asked in as calm a voice as he could manage.
"That Genesis destroyed The Planet!" Cerulean eyes flashed ominously. "What the hell you were thinking, Sephiroth? Did you think that I wouldn't find out? Why did you hide the fact that your boyfriend destroyed the world?!"
Sephiroth frowned, genuinely surprised by the young man's angry words. "I have hidden nothing," he responded with a hint of confusion. "Why would you believe otherwise?"
"Because I know." Cloud took an aggressive step closer, leaning forward until he was invading the hell out of the other man's personal space. "I know what I saw back there, Sephiroth. That was the same godsdamned force that destroyed Gaia, and sent me back to the Lifestream. You knew that it was Genesis, and you hid it from everyone!"
Sephiroth's brow cleared at the angry accusation. "Cloud, you do not seem to realize that I was not. . .present when Gaia was destroyed," he explained awkwardly. "I had already entered the Lifestream myself at that point."
Nothing could have surprised Cloud more. "What do you mean?" he questioned sharply. "Are you trying to tell that you were dead?"
"Very much so," Sephiroth answered dryly, and then immediately sobered. "When Genesis was reborn, his power was great enough to awaken me. I followed him to Banora, hoping to mend the rift between us." Sorrow etched those perfect, hated patrician features as he added, "But it was not meant to be."
Cloud felt a reluctant pang of sympathy, which he hastily suppressed. "I'm listening," he offered, not bothering to hide his skepticism as he crossed his own arms.
Sephiroth shrugged broad, metal-pauldroned shoulders. "Genesis had always longed to be a hero. And while his judgment might have been... flawed, a great deal of that was due to the degradation, and the effect it had on his mind. Gaia knew this, and offered him a chance to redeem himself, one which he took."
The younger man remained silent for so long that Sephiroth was startled when he finally spoke again. "Gaia turned him into a WEAPON, then?"
Bow lips tightened with displeasure. "Gaia granted Genesis' deepest desire, and gifted him with powers similar to your own. He became her hero, her champion, her own One-Winged Angel."
Sephiroth closed his eyes as he whispered, "Crimson WEAPON."
Cloud flinched and looked away, his blue eyes darkening as he realized just what Sephiroth was saying. "He killed you, didn't he?" he asked at last, his voice little more than a strained murmur.
"Yes," Jenova's Child replied simply. Cloud drew an audibly sharp breath, and Sephiroth smiled sadly. "Genesis did as he was bid, and ended my life. His grief was. . .considerable. I did not find out about Gaia's. . .demise until after I had awakened here, in this time. By then, it was already too late."
"But you can change it?" Cloud's voice trembled with an unidentifiable emotion as he took another step forward, closer than he had ever been to the man he had once admired, and thrice killed. "You can save him, keep The Planet from taking him?"
"I am determined to do so." Relief flashed across those delicate, boyish features, and Sephiroth added, "Genesis is more important than you will ever know, Cloud. His health—indeed, his very happiness—will definitively affect the future for us all. But more than that, he deserves to be happy, to be whole. I will not rest until he has been cured and safely ensconced in the life he deserves, whether that life is with or without me."
"But. . ." Cloud's voice trailed off as he was shaken by the conviction behind his nemesis' words. He thought of Reno's words the night they had rescued Nanaki and shuddered. "Reno said that it was losing Genesis, not Jenova, that drove you insane?"
Sephiroth only shrugged again at the other man's uncomfortable whisper, feigning a casualness he didn't feel. "Had Jenova not been active in my mind during my confrontation with Genesis in Nibelheim, my reaction to the truth of my origins would have been less. . .overt, certainly," he allowed.
"How so?" Cloud asked quietly.
Sephiroth's eyes took on an inward cast as he smiled mirthlessly. "I imagine that I would have given Genesis what he needed from me, and then very quietly found a way to rid the world of the monster that I was. I have always hated being... different," he finished in a murmur.
Suicide? Cloud couldn't have been more shocked had Sephiroth sprouted his wing and attacked him right then and there. "I—you—"
He snapped his mouth shut, and Sephiroth smiled with just a hint of genuine amusement. "For a monster, I am more human than you were expecting, perhaps?"
Cloud blinked at the quite, self-deprecating joke before reluctantly smiling in return. "Maybe a little, but don't let it go to your head," he said, exhaling harshly as he stepped away. "Oh, and Genesis was asking about you. I volunteered to find you for him, so don't spend too long out here. . .thinking. I'll go back inside and see if I can't distract him, but don't expect too much. Your boyfriend is really single-minded when it comes to you."
The smile broadened, brightened, lighting those pale green eyes in a way that was way too reminiscent of Kadaj, and Cloud found himself shaking his head in bemusement. He turned away and left Sephiroth alone on the deck, his thoughts just a bit brighter than when he had found him.

Reno slumped back in the uncomfortable plastic seat, grimacing as a bolt of pain shot through his ruined knee. As he glanced around the ferry's sorry excuse for a passenger cabin, thinking should have put a little more money into the damned thing, for that he and his wife had made off of Shinra Inc.. As he looked around, he was relieved to note that the party's attention was still focused on General Asshole. He was alone, for a few minutes anyway, and that was just the way that he liked it.
He reached down to surreptitiously rub his knee, careful to make his movements appear as casual as possible. The last thing he wanted was anyone's freakin' pity—especially not Sephiroth's.
Not that that mattered right now, Reno thought a bit sourly. Sephiroth had waited until all the others were busy fussing over Genesis to sneak away, so he wouldn't be able to witness Reno's moment of 'weakness' anyway. At least, Rufus wasn't here to taunt with his complete lack of success with 'His Royal Hotness'.
"I am your employer, as well as your lover. Your loyalty is to me and no one else."
"Shit," Reno whispered, shuddering as he hastily pushed the memory of his beating aside. He wasn't going to do this to himself again, he reminded himself sternly. He'd made his choice, and so had Rufus. He'd do everything he could to help Sephiroth and Cloud save the fuckin' world, but his heart really wasn't in it anymore. Even if they somehow managed to pull this off, he'd still lost the man he'd spent the last eight years loving. There wasn't anything left for him, not anymore.
A muted buzz reached Reno's ears and he grinned hugely. He reached into his blood-spattered suit jacket and pulled out his PHS. He flipped it open and brought it to his ear, the grin widening at the silence that greeted him. "Rude, my man!"
"Reno." There was relief in Rude's voice as he asked, "You're all right?"
"Yeah, no thanks to Boss Man," Reno quipped with just a touch of sarcasm. "You could have warned me, yo."
The other man ignored that. "The SOLDIERs had orders to bring you back alive. It was the General that they were ordered to terminate."
Reno snorted at that. "They were trying to kill all of us, partner, not just His Royal Hotness. Damn near killed Genesis' ass, though."
There was a moment of silence, and Reno knew that his partner was contemplating just how badly their boss had miscalculated. "How bad was it?" he asked at last. "How angry is General Sephiroth?"
Reno shrugged, then realized that Rude couldn't see him. "You know Sephiroth, yo. He doesn't talk much. Kinda like you," he added pointedly.
Rude cleared his throat, and Reno could picture him reaching up to adjust his tie, the very picture of discomfort. "I need to ask you a serious question, partner."
Another silence, Rude's unique way of giving his assent. "How long has Rufus known about Deep Ground, yo?"
"What's Deep Ground?" the other man asked blankly.
"Son of a bitch!" Reno straightened in his seat, his hand tightening around the phone. "He didn't even tell you?"
"Tell me what, Reno?"
He swore again, drew a bracing breath, and explained to him everything they had learned about Deep Ground and the Tsviets. Rude already had a general idea of what The Planet had once become; Reno had told him enough 'tall' tales to convince him that he had come back in time. Reno could only hope that Rude was ready to take one last leap of faith for his cocky, mouthy partner, or he and the other Turks would probably find themselves working for Weiss The Immaculate in a few months time. Weiss would take over—eventually. It was what he had been conditioned to do.
Reno kept his voice low, but was grateful that no one was paying him any attention, as he said, "You've got to go to Tseng, yo. Tell him what I told you. Warn him, Rude. If he doesn't do something to stop Rufus, the whole friggin' Planet is going to die!"
"I'll do what I can," Rude promised, his deep voice solemn. "You just concentrate on taking care of yourself, Reno. And be careful. He's determined to get you back."
"Why?" Reno questioned bitterly, knowing without asking just who 'he' was. "So he can finish what he started the night I left. Fuck that, yo."
Rude merely grunted in response. "I have to go. Remember, be careful."
The line went dead, and Reno rolled his eyes as he tucked the phone away. Rude had always treated him like he was little kid, even though he was barely a year older. It had always irritated him, but it's just the way that Rude was. He'd gotten used to it a long time ago.
"May I join you?"
He jumped at the unexpected question, his eyes going wide as he realized that Yazoo was standing only a few feet away. The middle remnant was watching him with a curious, expectant expression, and Reno waved carelessly in response. "Knock yourself out, yo."
Yazoo dropped gracefully into the seat beside his own, all tight black leather and flowing silver hair. He immediately shifted so that they were facing each other, and Reno swallowed hard. He was fucking gorgeous. A knowing smile curved Yazoo's bow lips, and Reno fought the urge to blush. He was no friggin' kid, and Yazoo wasn't Sephiroth. He was damned close, though.
Reno thrust the thought aside and slouched back in his chair. "What can I do for you, yo?"
Green eyes gleamed silver as Yazoo ran his gaze down the length of Reno's lanky body. "A great deal, I would imagine."
The soft, almost purring quality to his words immediately put Reno on guard. "I'm not up to 'playing' with you and your brothers, yo, so get that thought right out of your head."
Yazoo laughed at that, a real laugh, not the giggle that Reno had come to expect, as he slowly leaned towards him. "I don't remember mentioning my brothers," he returned humorously, his voice dropping to a throaty murmur as he placed one slender hand on Reno's knee. "I prefer not to share. How about you?"
"I—uh—no," Reno stuttered, astonished to realize that Yazoo was coming on to him, as the other man began to massage his aching knee. "No, I don't share, yo."
Another laugh sounded, this one as confident as it was seductive, and Reno practically melted into his seat. "That feels fuckin' fantastic, yo."
"Does it?" Yazoo inched closer, increasing the pressure of his fingers, and the other man groaned deeply in response. "I'm glad you like it."
He watched those pretty aquamarine eyes flutter closed and felt a spark of excitement. He absolutely adored redheads. "You're very responsive," he murmured, reaching up with his free hand to toy with the small hoop in Reno's ear. "I like that in my lovers."
Reno's eyes opened fractionally, leaving only slivers of gleaming blue-green showing from between his dark, surprisingly long eyelashes. "I'm not your lover, yo," he pointed out in a thick voice.
"Not yet, no," Yazoo returned, tracing the thin red tattoo that curved over Reno's cheekbone. The Turk shivered, instinctively leaning into the light touch, and Yazoo's confidence soared. Yes, he could handle Reno very well. "I imagine that will change shortly, however."
Yazoo tilted his head to one side, smiling enigmatically as he watched the passionate flush that crept into the other man's cheeks. "You may touch my hair, if you'd like," he offered magnanimously.
Reno's eyes flew open at that. His gaze went to the heavy silver fall of Yazoo's hair, eagerness brightening his already aroused expression, and Yazoo turned his head just enough to make it sway enticingly. Reno reached out slowly, his expression showing a fascination mixed with awe, and lightly brushed his fingers over the gilded strands.
"Fuck me!" he whispered breathlessly, combing his fingers through the heavy silver silk. "It's even softer than Sephiroth's, yo."
"Mmmm, is it, now?"
Yazoo fought to keep his own expression neutral as Reno brought up his other hand and began to rake both through the length of his hair. He had always enjoyed having his hair played with, so long as it wasn't pulled, and Reno was being ever so cautious in his ministrations. Not only was he responsive, but he was obviously sensitive to the needs of others. Perhaps, he and Reno could come to an understanding, and become more than casual lovers.
He had never had a friend before, he thought wistfully. Only his brothers, who were bound to him by genetics and fate, and he found himself curious. While a human might be incapable of loving a monster, could they possibly befriend one?
"Reno?" The Turk focused on his face, his hands pausing in their ministrations, and Yazoo smiled encouragingly. "You don't have to stop. I merely wanted to ask you a question."
Reno immediately went back to playing with his hair. "Shoot, yo."
"Have you ever had a. . .friend?"
"Yeah, I've had lots of friends," Reno answered absently, his attention still focused on Yazoo's hair. "Why?"
"What's it like?"
Reno's hands slowed at the unexpected question. He pulled back and focused on Yazoo's face, shocked to realize that the other man was serious. "Uh, I'm not sure how to answer that one, yo," he said slowly. "Exactly what do you want to know?"
Yazoo shrugged, disappointed that he had stopped. "What does it take to make friends and keep them?" he asked, adding, "Does it always involve sex, as it did with Genesis and Angeal?"
Reno blinked and thought, Way too much information. Aloud, he only said, "Not usually, no."
"Oh." Yazoo's fine, nearly feminine features took on an atypically sulky cast at that. "We cannot be friends, then?"
"What? No, no, that's not what I meant," Reno said hastily, wondering if Yazoo was asking him what he hoped he was asking him. "All I meant was that most friendships are platonic, but they don't have to be."
He drew a deep breath and added, "We can screw and still be friends, if that's what you're asking."
"It was." Yazoo smiled again, beautiful and sphinx-like, and began to massage his knee once more. "I'm glad that we can be friends, Reno. I'm looking forward to the experience."
"Yeah," Reno's head fell back as he closed his eyes once more, "so am I, yo."

Genesis crossed his arms over his chest, scowling as Sephiroth's youngest clone poked his finger determinedly at the bullet holes in his now-tattered cowl-neck. Kadaj glared at him in return, then shoved his arms aside and poked him again. "I want to see," the boy demanded, and Genesis rolled his eyes as he shoved his hand away.
"There's nothing there, Kadaj," he said for the umpteenth time, irritated by the boy's tenacious, morbid curiosity. "Aerith healed me, and the wounds are gone."
"So?" Kadaj frowned and began to pat Genesis' weapons belt, looking for the fastening. "I want to see for myself. How the hell do I get this thing off?"
"You don't," Genesis retorted through gritted teeth. "I said no, Kadaj. Leave me alone."
"Fuck you!" the young boy flared, his pale emerald eyes flashing once. "I want to see!"
Genesis made a frustrated sound and sent a pleading glance to Loz, who looked at his youngest brother with wide eyes and hastily shook his head. No help there, Genesis thought sourly. His gaze collided with Angeal's, and he was shocked to find that his oldest friend was trying very hard not to laugh at his misfortune. Zack was grinning at him, whispering to Cissnei and Aerith, who were covering their mouths with their hands to hide their own laughter, and he scowled harder.
He glanced across the room, his irritation momentarily forgotten as he observed Yazoo rubbing Reno's knee in a very friendly manner. Well, hell, he thought with surprise, Yazoo certainly seemed to be recovering from his heartbreak well enough. Maybe, this meant that he could stop hating Sephiroth's father, now. He felt strong, small hands reach into his coat, encircling his waist, and hastily dragged his attention back to Kadaj.
He grabbed Kadaj's shoulders and shoved him away none too gently. "Would you please knock it the fuck off?" he snapped. "I don't know why you're so fucking curious, but give it a rest, alright?"
Kadaj left his chair and stood before him, so close that he was almost towering over Genesis, and snapped, "Hold him, Loz."
Azure eyes widened with disbelief. "Excuse me?!"
Loz looked from one to the other with a frightened expression. "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, 'Daj."
"Listen to your brother, Kadaj," Genesis told him in a low voice. "You do not want to do this."
Kadaj snorted and made a curt gesture with hand, ignoring him completely, as he met Loz' gaze. "I want to see that he's healed for myself, brother, so hold him."
Loz swallowed hard and moved to do just that, and Genesis lifted a hand to stop him. "Is that what this is all about?" he asked with surprise. "You want to see my wounds because you're worried about me?"
"Yeah, and what of it?" Kadaj snapped angrily. "Take off your fucking shirt, kitten, or Loz and I will do it for you."
"Oh, for fucks sake!" Genesis pushed himself out of his seat and reached behind him to unfasten his belt. He unhooked it and the harness and tossed it onto the seat beside him, and then pulled his cowl-neck up to his throat. "Satisfied?"
Kadaj and Loz both crowded close to him, the youngest reaching out to touch a bloodstained patch of creamy skin. "Yes," he said at length, pulling back and stepping away. "You can put your shirt down, now. You've got nothing that I want."
Genesis harrumphed and tugged the cowl-neck down, grateful to see Kadaj dropping back into his own seat, his curiosity momentarily sated. The boy reached for his weapons belt and pulled it into his lap, harness and all, and began to run his hands over it. There was an almost wistful expression on his cherubic features, and Genesis wondered just which of Sephiroth's memories had triggered such an unusual response in the normally unruly young man.
"You don't really need this anymore," Kadaj said casually, keeping his gaze averted as he traced the large Shinra logo. "Can I keep it?"
Genesis blinked, surprised by the request, then shrugged with matching nonchalance. "If you'd like," he answered coolly. "I really have no use for it, after all."
Kadaj only nodded, his hair falling into his face, completely obscuring his features. Loz looked excited as he sat beside his brother, but was nothing knew. Loz seemed to view nearly everything he encountered with the unbiased view of a child. Everything was a new experience with him, even if he had seen it a thousand times before. Unlike Kadaj, who was jaded enough for both of them.
Genesis shook his head and headed for the door. "I'm going to find Sephiroth," he announced haughtily. "Behave yourselves while I'm gone."
Kadaj let out a loud snort, while Loz flashed him a smile over his brother's shoulder. "We'll be good, Gen. Promise."
Genesis let himself out of the passenger cabin and began to walk the deck, nodding at Cloud as he passed by. He found himself grateful for the opportunity to be alone, if only for a few minutes. He loved his friends, he loved his boys—even Kadaj, irritating little shit that he was—but privacy had been sorely lacking on this little jaunt. He couldn't wait to get to Banora and get Sephiroth alone, so that he could get fucking laid already!
He smiled ruefully at the crudeness of his thoughts, but Goddess, he was horny! He and Sephiroth hadn't had sex for six days, and after all that had happened this past week, they fucking needed to. Especially, after today.
Genesis knew Sephiroth better than anyone alive, and he just knew that the other man was blaming himself for what had happened to him. Even though they had left Shinra, Sephiroth still saw him as his second-in-command, and he had always felt responsible for whatever ills befell his men. Even if he hadn't, Sephiroth was madly in love with him. Seph was probably freaking the fuck out right now, in his own quiet way, and Genesis was going to put a stop to it. Period.
He found Sephiroth at the stern of the ship, gazing out over the water with unfocused eyes. He didn't even try to hide his approach, letting his low-heeled boots announce his presence loudly. Sephiroth's senses were so keen that he had never been able to sneak up on him, not even once, in the last ten years. As Sephiroth had once told him, he was always aware of Genesis, and Genesis believed it to be true. Sephiroth loved him, after all.
He reached the other man and slipped his arms around his waist, pressing close against him, sighing into his lover's heavy fall of silver hair. Sephiroth didn't speak, merely laid his hands over Genesis' own, and leaned back against him. Genesis loved that Sephiroth was comfortable enough with him that he didn't care how they appeared to others. Sephiroth loved him, and he didn't give a damn who knew it. It was one of the things Genesis loved most about him.
"You missed a few things while you were hiding out here," he murmured in a quiet voice. "Yazoo was hitting on Reno, probably still is, right now. Kadaj made me pull up my shirt, so he could see for himself that I was all right. He and Loz were worried about me," he added in pleased tone. "I think he's beginning to warm up to me, Seph."
Sephiroth's hands tightened on his own, and Genesis could imagine the slight smile gracing his full, pink lips. He wasn't quite ready to talk yet, as was evident by his continued silence, but Genesis didn't take offense. Sephiroth would respond to him soon enough, one way or another.
"He also asked if he could have my weapons belt," Genesis resumed, tightening his own hold as he buried his face in the hair at the nape of the other man's neck. "I gave it to him—don't ask me why. I don't know myself. But he was looking at it like it was something he missed, instead of a something he hated, and I didn't have the heart to refuse him."
Sephiroth finally stirred against him, turning in his embrace and wrapping his arms around him. "Thank you," he whispered, his too-deep voice a mere breath of sound. "I know how difficult Kadaj's enmity has been for you."
"Ppfftt." Genesis dismissed his gratitude as he tilted his head back to gaze up at him. "Kiss me, and we'll call it even."
Sephiroth's pale emerald eyes softened, although his expression remained all too solemn, and slowly lowered his head. He brushed his lips over Genesis' own, his touch achingly gentle, and Genesis moaned faintly in response. "Fuck, Seph," he whispered unevenly, "it's been so long."
"I know," Sephiroth murmured on a rough sigh. "I've missed it, as well, kitten."
"Banora." Genesis' voice held a tinge of desperation as he pressed even closer. "We'll have plenty of time to be alone once we're in Banora. I'll make sure of it."
"Banora, then," Sephiroth agreed, reluctantly lifting his head. He gazed down at Genesis and lifted a hand to cradle his face. "We should go inside, kitten. It won't be long before reach our destination, and I don't want to leave the boys alone for too long."
"Not yet." Genesis laid his head on Sephiroth's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Angeal's watching the boys, and-and. . .We'll go back in a few minutes, Seph, all right?"
"In a few minutes," Sephiroth agreed, closing his own eyes as he hugged Genesis close.
Genesis didn't know how long they stood like that, holding each other close, as though the rest of the world simply didn't exist. It was a moment outside of time, one free of everything but them. Eventually, they'd have to go back inside, and Sephiroth would once again become their hero and leader. But for now, he was simply a man, one who was deeply in love and not afraid to show it, and Genesis loved him all the more for it.
"I love you, Seph," he whispered, and was rewarded by sensation of Sephiroth's lips moving over his hair.
Sephiroth finally relaxed against him, and Genesis knew that he'd let go of his own worries, if only for the moment. "I love you, too, Genesis."
After a few moments Genesis raised his head and forced himself to drop his arms. "I'm ready, now."
Sephiroth nodded solemnly as he released him. "As am I, koneko."
Genesis smiled at the once hated moniker and took his lover's hand, threading his fingers through Sephiroth's own. He tugged once, and Sephiroth followed willingly, a reluctant smile brightening his too-grave countenance. Yes, he thought smugly, knew his moonbeam too damned well.
He paused at the cabin door, flashing a wolfish smile over his shoulder. "I expect to be properly fucked in the next twenty-four hours, Sephiroth. Consider this fair warning."
Sephiroth's eyes flared green, his pupils dilating with arousal, expanding until they looked almost normal, and Genesis quickly pushed the door and sauntered through. Oh yeah, he thought wickedly, watching with amusement as the boys immediately swarmed around them and thwarted whatever dastardly intentions his lover might have had, he definitely knew Sephiroth.
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