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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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Final Fantasy VII: Angelic Threnody
Chapter 46
'My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.' -Loveless, ACT III
Sephiroth awoke to the rich symphony that was his lover's voice. He turned his head towards the musical sound, only to find Genesis sitting in a the opposite end of the bed, propped up against the old-fashioned footboard, a pillow cushioning his back as he scanned the pages of a large three-ring binder. Sephiroth remained silent as he drank in the sight of the other man, clad in a vibrant blue undershirt that made his pale azure eyes glimmer with vibrant color. Genesis shifted and set his free hand on Sephiroth's ankle, absently stroking him through the coverlet as he continued to speak, and Sephiroth wondered if he hadn't died and gone on to find his own unique version of The Promised Land.
He smiled to himself as Genesis raised his hand to turn a page, and then lowered it to his ankle once more. Sephiroth closed his eyes as that simple, preoccupied touch filled him with a startling sense of peace. Despite the pounding behind his eyes and at the base of his skull, compliments of Mother's attack, he felt more balanced-more in control-than he had since the beginning of this self-appointed mission, and he knew that he had his family to thank for that.
His remnants, those beautiful, cherished fragments of his soul, had chosen him over the Mother that pulled at the threads of them even now, their trust in him as absolute as it was terrifying. They loved him with an adoration that bordered on hero-worship, and although it made him uncomfortable, it also warmed him to know that they could care so much for him, even after all Mother had done using his image.
As his lover paused before resuming what was apparently a one-sided conversation with himself, Sephiroth realized that he had been wrong. For whatever reasons, Genesis had obviously decided to put aside his anger—which was obvious by his presence here—and that was enough to convince Sephiroth that he had made a mistake. As dangerous as revealing the whole truth would be, he should not have hidden so much from the other man. Genesis was a part of this, of the fate that he was endeavoring to alter, and Sephiroth knew that he could no longer keep his fierce kitten in the dark. The time had come to share a little of the burden that he carried, so that it did not break them when all was eventually revealed.
And that was something to be avoided at all costs. While the behavioral changes exhibited by his friends, Genesis in particular, were heartening, he knew better than to take such things for granted. He still was unsure exactly what had caused Angeal's view of himself to shift so dramatically, and so he could not guarantee that it would not happen again. He would have to speak to someone who knew Angeal well, and understood people better than he did, in order to assure that the past did not repeat itself.
Asking Zack was obviously out of the question, if for no other reason than such questions would rouse the boy's suspicions. He could not even ask Cloud, because Cloud remembered very little from his time in Shinra, and had never been granted the privilege of meeting his friend's estranged lover.
Perhaps, Sephiroth mused thoughtfully, it was time to pay Gillian Hewley a visit. As much as he hated the thought of confronting the former Shinra scientist, she was Angeal's mother, and as such would have an intimate insight into his friend that he himself lacked. And if he was to save Angeal from a desperate belief that he could not live as a monster, he would have to approach Doctor Hewley and ask for her help.
He also needed to contact Doctor Hollander, and discuss the current situation with him. If the degradation process had already begun, then steps would need to be taken to combat it. He wouldn't know for sure until he had found a way to have Hollander examine Genesis, and he was unsure if it could be done here in rural Banora.
Of course, he had no way of knowing exactly where the original Project 'G' had taken place. It was always possible that it had been here. Nibelheim may have been an unlikely location for his own creation, but it had offered privacy, and had been free from the prying eyes of civilization. Banora itself was rather isolated, and it was both Genesis and Angeal's hometown. There was even the possibility that Shinra had left some scientific equipment here, in case of an emergency with their two original 'subjects'.
Sephiroth sighed soundlessly as he gazed upon Genesis' beloved face. Someday, his kitten would learn the truth, and as hard as Sephiroth was struggling to keep him from that truth, he didn't doubt that The Planet would somehow find a way to enlighten his proud lover. After what had happened in the underground shrine, Sephiroth was only surprised that Genesis hadn't put the puzzle together already. He had always been too clever for his own good.
No, it was only a matter of time before the truth came out, and all Sephiroth could do was try to strengthen the bond between them, so that when that time came, their relationship would be strong enough to weather whatever the future held for them.
As he listened to the man he loved continue to talk of normal, everyday things that he himself had never experienced, Sephiroth knew that he would never again take what they had created together for granted. Even now, after they had pledged their hearts to one another, life was uncertain. Last night had shown him that all too well, and he was determined not to waste a moment of whatever time had been granted to them.
Sephiroth pushed himself up on his elbows, wincing as the pain in his head increased with the movement. Genesis' fiery head jerked up, those haunting blue eyes widening dramatically, and Sephiroth managed a faint smile. "Good morning," he murmured quietly.
Genesis very slowly closed the book and set it aside, his eyes never leaving Sephiroth as his gaze swept over the length of his body. A plethora of emotions chased themselves across his handsome features, so many that Sephiroth didn't even try to identify them all. It was enough that Genesis seemed happy to see him, and that the previous night's anger was—thankfully-absent.
A smile curved Genesis' lips, the gesture so warm that Sephiroth felt his heart leap in his chest. "Welcome back," the other man said simply, and Sephiroth was stunned by the tenderness in those rich, musical tones.
Sephiroth hesitated only for a moment, unsure as to what the proper response should be. "Thank you," he said at last, slowly pulling himself into a sitting position.
Genesis only shook his head and moved to help him. Sephiroth didn't protest as the other man stuck two pillows behind him and eased him back against the headboard, already taxed by that little bit of movement. "How are you feeling?" Genesis asked anxiously, and Sephiroth managed another, more reassuring smile for him.
"My head aches, but other than that, I am well," Sephiroth answered solemnly.
Genesis nodded positively as he settled beside him. "Yazoo says it will pass, as long as you don't overdo it."
He let out a slow breath at the mention of the middle remnant. "How much did they tell you?" he asked fatalistically, not even attempting to prevaricate. It was past time he and Genesis had this discussion.
Genesis only hummed as he reached up and casually pulled Sephiroth's hair back over his shoulder. "They told me about the insane, not-so-dead Cetra who thinks she's your mother," he said with an intentionally blasé shrug. "She sounds like a real bitch."
Sephiroth lowered his head and looked at him out of the corner of his eye, afraid to face him fully in light of that unwelcome revelation. "I believe that is an apt description," he returned carefully. Genesis' expression never changed, never shifted from its tender lines, and he paused before adding, "You were not. . . disgusted by the knowledge of my. . .origins?"
The corners of Genesis' sensual mouth tightened, the only outwards sign of his displeasure at what he considered to be a ridiculous question. "Sephiroth, you make me feel a lot of things—and The Goddess knows that not all of them are good—but disgust is not one of them."
Sephiroth tilted his head just enough to meet the other man's gaze. "But I am not. . .human," he said in a low, hesitant voice that broke Genesis' heart.
"Don't say that," Genesis told him, the fierceness of his own voice at odds with the gentleness of his touch as he slid a hand under Sephiroth's chins. "Look at me, Sephiroth."
Sephiroth had to force himself not to look away, to comply with the other man's request. He lifted his head and turned to face him fully, and was rewarded by the brush of soft lips over his own. "You're more human than most of the people I've met in my life, Seph, and believe me, I've met a lot of monsters who tried to pass themselves off as human beings."
"Besides," Genesis added with a sudden, winsome smile, "why would I be disgusted because you're part Cetra? Not that I'm surprised, of course. It's no more than I suspected, after all."
Sephiroth only stared at him, the uncertainty still swirling in the depths of his pale green eyes. "Why would you suspect that I was partially Cetran?" he asked at last. "Next to nothing is known about The Ancients. It is hardly a logical conclusion for you to have reached, Genesis."
"Hmph. You forget about Kadaj's boasting-and the shrine." Genesis laughed softly as he ran his fingertips over the pure line of his lover's cheek. "After finding that statue when I was young, it was no stretch of the imagination, believe me."
Sephiroth's slight shake of his head betrayed his lack of understanding, and Genesis only smiled fondly at his lover's characteristic obtuseness. He shifted and sat up, his azure eyes shining as he reached for a lock of flowing silver hair. "If you could see yourself the way that I do, it really isn't such a stretch, Sephiroth. I mean, physically you're perfect."
He ran a hand down the strong column of Sephiroth's throat, smoothed his palm over the broad curve of his shoulder, emphasizing his words as he continued, "You're strong, beautiful—who else could possibly handle a sword like Masamune?-and you practically radiate sex, even though you don't realize it. You're like a walking wet dream. I have never met another man who exudes the amount of sexual charisma that you do, simply by breathing."
"Hmph." Sephiroth crossed his arms over his chest, unconvinced. "I am not charismatic, Genesis. I can barely maintain a normal conversation with you or Angeal, let alone anyone else. I have been called boring on more than one occasion."
"Oh, trust me, moonbeam," Genesis' smiled slowly, beguilingly, as he traced a line down the center of the other man's sculpted chest, "you are not boring."
Sephiroth only lifted one silver brow as he uncrossed his arms, curious as to exactly what his tempestuous lover was planning. Knowing Genesis as well as he did, he could only hope that sexual contact would be involved. "I believe my definition of boring may be slightly different than yours, Gen."
Genesis took his words as the challenge that they were meant to be. The fiery first lifted one leg and slid it over both of his own, slipping onto his lap with slow, deliberately sensual movements. Sephiroth's breath halved as he grasped those slim hips with suddenly trembling hands, and Genesis leaned forward until he could rub the length burgeoning arousal against Sephiroth's own. Strong hands tightened of their own volition, and Genesis flexed his hips, obviously reveling in the deep-seated moan he drew from his too-quiet lover.
"See," Genesis whispered seductively as he lowered his head, "not boring at all."
Sephiroth tilted his back, his own lips parting in anticipation, even as they formed a denial of the other man's words. "Genesis—"
Petal-soft lips closed over his own, and Sephiroth quickly forgot what it was he had been about to protest. Soft hands glided over his chest, down his taut stomach, and he shook with anticipation. But Genesis was in the mood to tease, as became evident as he trailed his fingertips down the front of Sephiroth's hips, completely ignoring the aching length of his erection, and Sephiroth growled his name in passionate protest.
"Then, of course, there's your prowess with magic."
It was murmured against his lips, and Sephiroth frowned as the words began to penetrate the haze of desire clouding his brain. "Genesis, I do not wish to discuss my peculiarities with you at this precise moment."
Genesis lifted his head and smirked down at him, the tenderness in his summer-sky gaze at odds with the arrogance of that smile, and Sephiroth's heart skipped a beat in his chest. "You are not peculiar, Sephiroth. You're special. There's a big difference."
'I knew, ever since I was a child. . .I was not like the others. I knew mine was a special existence. But this. . .this was not what I meant.'
His own words, spoken in the Nibelheim reactor so long ago, echoed through Sephiroth's mind, triggering painful memories he had no hope of escaping. "Am I. . .a human being?" he murmured, trapped in the past—in his mind—as Genesis gave him the answer that had shattered all of his dreams.
'No such luck.'
Genesis heard the hushed, nearly inaudible question and shivered in response to the desolation in his lover's too-deep voice. "Oh, Seph," he whispered sadly, reminded of all the nights Sephiroth had awakened, sweating and terrified, from yet another nightmare, "please, don't do this to yourself, again."
'You are a monster.'
Sephiroth lifted his gilded head slowly, his expression holding a bleakness Genesis hadn't seen before, and it scared him as little else could. "I don't want to be a monster, Gen."
The hoarse, forlorn whisper cut Genesis to the quick. He grasped Sephiroth's face between his hands, his expression fierce, as he said, "You are not a monster, Sephiroth. You're a man with extraordinary abilities, but you're still a man, a human being. Do you hear me?"
The pale jade of the other man's eyes flickered with both longing and disbelief, and Genesis knew that Sephiroth hadn't believed him, if he'd heard him at all. Beyond scared now, Genesis gentled his touch, stroking Sephiroth's smooth, perfect cheeks as he gazed deeply into those brilliant, doubtful eyes. "I love you, Sephiroth. Do you believe me?"
Sephiroth smiled at that, a faint, almost non-existent smile that had Genesis blinking back tears. "Yes, Genesis," the other man whispered reverently, "I believe you."
"Good. Now, we're getting somewhere." Sephiroth blinked up at him, affection creeping into his eyes to battle the desolation, and Genesis nodded decisively. Much better. "Now, I love you, and I know that you love me."
He paused expectantly, and Sephiroth's smile widened fractionally, his gaze sharpening as he began to come back to himself. "Yes, kitten, I love you very much," he responded dutifully, but honestly.
"Of course, you do." That earned him another, bigger smile, and Genesis combed loving hands through the silken tumble of hair that framed Sephiroth's face. "Now that we've established that, I'm going to tell you something, and you're going to listen, and you are going to believe me. Do you understand, Sephiroth?"
Sephiroth sighed, but the smile didn't dim in the least. "Yes, Genesis," he answered. Genesis lifted one eyebrow warningly, and a hint of laughter crept into his shaky voice as he added, "I understand you quite well, koneko."
"Then, understand this." Genesis brushed those soft, pink bow lips with his own, lingering just a bit despite his best intentions. He finally forced himself to draw back, grateful to see the bleakness bleeding out of his lover's expression. "I love you, Sephiroth. I always have, and I always will. You are not a monster, and if I ever hear you say such a thing again, I will kick your tight, gorgeous ass into next week. Got it?"
"Yes," Sephiroth replied simply, looking bemused as he as he said, "Tight, gorgeous ass?"
"Oh yeah." Genesis reached down to pat the side of his hip, the closest he could get to said ass without forcing Sephiroth to move. "Tight, gorgeous, and begging to be fucked."
Sephiroth's lips parted for a stunned second before he burst out laughing. He hugged Genesis to him, laughing deep and hard and loud, and Genesis grinned happily into his hair. Thank the Goddess, he'd gotten through to him, Genesis thought with genuine relief. He had never seen Sephiroth that bad, desolate and so fucking hopeless, and he hoped to hell that he never did again.
He silently damned Hojo for what he had done to the man in his arms, hoping that the 'man of science' was rotting away somewhere dark and hot and preferably fire-filled, as he pressed his lips to Sephiroth's forehead. "So," he murmured as casually as he could, "what do you say, moonbeam? Are you game?"
Sephiroth's laughter, which had died into chuckles, resumed again at the deceptively nonchalant question. Genesis rolled his eyes and huffed with feigned indignation, silently reveling in the rare sound of his lover's laughter. He waited as patiently as he could for Sephiroth's mirth to subside, both surprised and pleased when it did not. When they'd first met, Sephiroth had barely known how to smile, let alone laugh. It had taken years for the other man to not only learn how to, but to let himself be comfortable enough with Genesis and Angeal to feel that he could. To hear the sound now, deep and beautiful and so fucking real, was enough to convince Genesis that that he had made the right decision when he had chosen to forsake his answers in favor of supporting his lover.
It no longer mattered to him what secrets Sephiroth might or might not be hiding, not when the man had given him a life that was actually worth living. He had a man who loved him enough to kill for him, three beautiful, difficult sons whom he already adored, and a future that promised to be bright and filled with happiness. What more could any man ask than that?
Nothing, Genesis thought with a surge of emotion. He urged Sephiroth's head back, his breath catching at the sheer joy he saw in his lover's deceptively icy gaze. "I love you, Sephiroth."
Sephiroth smiled up at him without hesitation, his mako-green eyes fairly shining with happiness. "And I love you, Genesis." The silver-haired warrior paused before adding, "If you wish to take me, I have no objections."
This time, it was Genesis who laughed as he shook his head with genuine regret. "I can tell that your head is still bothering you," he murmured ruefully. "Rain check?"
"Oh yes, kitten," Sephiroth returned in a purr, capturing his lips in a kiss that had Genesis reconsidering his stupidly responsible decision. "And if you are sufficiently persuasive, and I will even teach you a certain Wutaian phrase that you once expressed an interest in learning."
Vibrant blue eyes widened as the significance of Sephiroth's words sank in. "Fucking hell, Sephiroth!" Genesis exclaimed, shuddering at the image of his pale-skinned lover bent over something—anything—while he fucked him into oblivion. "That-I-oh, fuck!"
Sephiroth laughed again, both excited and amused, as the scent of the other man's arousal intensified sharply. "My thoughts exactly," he murmured, intrigued by the force of his lover's physical response.
He had known that Genesis wanted this, but he hadn't understood the depth of his lover's desire until now. Did Genesis want to dominate him with such an act, or was it yet another issue of trust, as so many other things in their relationship had been? He didn't know, but if nothing else, he did trust Genesis not to hurt him physically. Emotionally. . .well, that was another matter entirely.
As Genesis embraced him and chastised him for hitting below the belt, Sephiroth could only smile and hold him close. As he had recently told Kadaj, it was all a matter of faith. He had always wanted to believe that Genesis loved him, in his own unique way, and he still did. It was a choice, one Sephiroth had made long before the truth of their inglorious origins had come to light, and one that he sincerely believed to be true. Yes, Genesis had been responsible for his death in Banora, but his grief had been so profound that he had destroyed Gaia for demanding such a sacrifice of him. That was love, no matter what form it wore, and he would let nothing convince him otherwise, not even the alien bitch that he had once called 'Mother'.
"Genesis?"
Genesis laid his head on Sephiroth's shoulder, closing his eyes as he smiled into his lover's hair. "Yes, moonbeam?"
"The phrase you are looking for is, 'Koshiwokagameru to otoko no yō ni sore o toru'."
That slender, muscular body stilled against his own. "Sephiroth. . ." Genesis lifted his head his head slowly, his sky-blue eyes glistening with emotion. "I'll have to work on that," he murmured provocatively. "I wouldn't want to make a mistake when the time comes to finally use it."
Sephiroth tiled his head to one side, searching Genesis' soul-deep gaze, before nodding once. "As you wish, kitten."
Genesis smiled again. "Smart man," he teased, laughing as Sephiroth flashed him that beautiful, not-so-innocent smile he was becoming so good at. "For now, I want to know all about the boots I found under your pants last night."
A light blush tinged those alabaster cheeks even as Sephiroth shrugged. "I had hoped that last night would end. . .differently," he said at last. "I had hoped that the boots would please you, and that you would respond accordingly."
"Oh, they did, Seph," Genesis told him, his voice very dry, as he added, "I only wish I'd noticed them before I opened my big mouth."
Sephiroth shook his head, sending pale ribbons of silver hair cascading over them both. "You had every right to question me, Genesis. I only wish that I had responded the way that you needed me to."
The regret in that deep, velvety voice squeezed Genesis' heart like a fist. "Oh, Seph," he said on a sigh, and then brightened visibly as his mood suddenly shifted. "I have something for you, moonbeam."
Sephiroth watched with undisguised curiosity—and not a small bit of disappointment-as Genesis slid from his lap to retrieve the large binder that he had been reading only minutes earlier. The other man set the binder on Sephiroth's lap, and then curled up against him like the kitten he had been named for.
"Go ahead," Genesis urged with an expectant smile, "open it."
Sephiroth looked down at the plain, rather tattered notebook and slowly set a hand on the cover. "What is it?" he asked at last, more interested in the lithe body that pressed against his own than in the contents of Genesis' book.
"It's a surprise," the other man said, his voice taking on a telling edge as he added, "It's a gift, Sephiroth."
Ah, Sephiroth thought with comprehension. Another present, one which he had done nothing to earn, but was expected to appreciate, none-the-less. "I thank you, kitten. I had not expected another. . .surprise so soon."
Genesis only laughed knowingly and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Don't thank me until you've opened it, Seph."
"Of course," Sephiroth said, matching his lover's dry tone as he lifted the cover of his newest 'gift'. The first page sported a picture of Genesis and Angeal, perhaps nine years of age, grinning at the camera as they lounged beneath a tree. Both were covered from head-to-toe in what appeared to be dirt, and Sephiroth smiled fondly, wishing that he could have known his friends then, when they were so young and innocent, before turning the page.
He raised one eyebrow at the copulating stick figures which greeted him, particularly the one with the long hair and the overly exaggerated...appendages. "Genesis?" he questioned, his voice laced with laughter, "tell me that this was not meant to represent. . .me?"
Genesis grinned unrepentantly. "I was only twelve, but even then, I knew that you had to be hung like a behemoth."
Sephiroth felt his face fill with color and hastily turned back to the book. On the next page was an article about the burgeoning SOLDIER program, and its 'prodigy', an orphan named Sephiroth. Sephiroth's lips twisted with displeasure, until Genesis shifted closer and casually whispered, "That's the picture, Seph. The one I told you about."
Sephiroth turned his head sharply, only to have Genesis' lips meet his for a long, passionate kiss. "Koneko," he whispered hoarsely as Genesis pulled away, and the other man simply shook his head. "Not yet, Seph. There's something else I want you to see, first."
"Gen. . ." Sephiroth sighed longingly at his lover's stubborn expression and forced his attention back to the binder. The next page had an article from a past issue of local Banora newspaper on the creation of Banora White Apple Juice. Not surprisingly, Genesis was prominently featured in the article, but not as the Mayor's son. No, he was mentioned as the creator of the very popular juice, Sephiroth felt a sense of pride in his lover's past accomplishment.
He turned and brushed a gentle kiss across the tip of Genesis' aristocratic nose. "Always the clever one, weren't you?" he murmured lovingly.
"Of course," came the prompt, smug reply. "Keep reading. There's more."
Sephiroth chuckled and turned back to the book, his laughter dying abruptly as he read the next paragraph, and Genesis' past response to winning a local agricultural prize for the aforementioned drink. "I am very honored. Banora White juice tastes great, but the fruit itself is quite tasty, as well. My dream is for my parents and me to serve the hero Sephiroth our apples one day. Since we are close in age, I would like to show him what I've accomplished in my life."
"Genesis. . ." Sephiroth turned to him, stunned by those words, and their implications. "I. . .do not know what to say."
"I was thirteen when I won that prize," Genesis said, his voice a low murmur as he reached down and trailed a fingertip over the aged print, "and all I could think about was what it would be like to share that piece of myself with my hero."
He lifted his head suddenly, and Sephiroth felt the impact of his sky-toned gaze all the way down to the depths of his tainted soul. "You made that dream come true yesterday, Sephiroth."
"You," the emphasis placed on the word was not lost on Sephiroth, "have always been my hero, but more than that, you're a part of me."
Genesis reached up and took Sephiroth's face in his hands, his azure eyes fairly shimmering with emotion, as he said, "I don't ever want to be without you, Seph. No matter what happens, or how much we fight, I will never leave you again. I love you, moonbeam, and I always will. I wanted—I needed—you to know that."
Sephiroth raised a hand to cover Genesis' own, humbled more than he had ever believed possible, by Genesis' wholly devastating truth. "Genesis, I. . ." his voice trailed off as he found himself unable to properly express all that he was feeling.
Genesis, however, understood. He turned his hand just enough to brush the back of his fingers over Sephiroth's cheek. "You don't mind being my hero, do you, moonbeam?"
Sephiroth only shook his head wordlessly, accepting for the very first time the label that he had always despised. For Genesis, he could be anything, even that. "No, kitten," he murmured with reverence, "I don't mind at all."
He reached out with his free hand and pulled Genesis to him, marveling at how perfectly the smaller man's body fit against his own. He threaded his hand through the short hairs at the back of his lover's neck and held him close, closing his eyes as he felt Genesis' hands band around his waist in return. He didn't how long they sat like that, simply holding one another, but he knew that he liked it. To be this close to Genesis, both in body and heart, was more than he had ever hoped for. He may have made Genesis' dreams come true, but Genesis had more than done the same for him.
"Genesis," he sighed, his voice a mere breath of sound, "Watashi no monosugoi koneko."
"Mmmmm," Genesis hummed in agreement, nuzzling Sephiroth's throat as he shoved the binder off of the other man's lap and resumed his place upon it. "And you're my beautiful fucking moonbeam. Now, stop talking and fuck me, Seph."
Sephiroth found himself chuckling even as Genesis attempted to silence him with a kiss. He laughed into the moist cavern of Genesis' mouth, the sound muffled as a slick tongue come up to tangle with his own. Gripping the back of his tightly, Sephiroth took control of the kiss, angling his head and thrusting deep, the laughter gone. Genesis made an eager sound in the back of his throat and began to move against him, rubbing his taut buttocks over the hardening length of his erection, and Sephiroth dropped one hand to his lover's hip to anchor him as he thrust powerfully against him.
Genesis whimpered and tightened his thighs, squeezing Sephiroth's hips as he rocked harder, thrusting his aching cock against the muscled wall of his lover's stomach, and Sephiroth shuddered violently in response. He wrapped both arms around the smaller man's hips, rose up on his knees, and lowered them both to the soft mattress below. He settled between trembling thighs and leaned in, stroking the other man's arousal with his own, loving the way the his kitten twisted and surged against him, completely uninhibited in his passionate response. It was so comfortingly, lovingly typical of his hot blooded lover.
He raised his head to gasp for air, only to be immediately tugged back down. He groaned as Genesis continued to kiss him ferociously, his control slipping fractionally with each aggressive thrust of that silken tongue. He hastily reached down and grasped the waistband of Genesis' sleep pants, pushing the thick cotton down his hips even as he shoved the blanket that had bunched up beneath them aside. He withdrew only long enough to pull the pants from those long, corded legs, and settled back against him.
He saw Genesis struggling to pull the lovely blue shirt over his head and quickly reached down to help. He pulled the material free and tossed it aside, loving the way Genesis' fiery hair tumbled sensuously around his face as a result. "So beautiful," he whispered, bringing one hand up to cradle that beauty as he lowered his head once more.
Genesis lifted his head to meet him, his eyes flashing with azure fire, his rose-colored lips glistening as they reached for his own, and Sephiroth shuddered as he slammed his own lips to those swollen temptations. Slim hands moved over him with increasing urgency, tangling in the hair that fell around them both, dragging it with him as blunt nails dug into straining muscles. His lover's urgency only ignited his own, and when one silken hand closed around his aching length—hair and all—he felt his hard-won self-control begin to falter.
As Genesis caressed him with strong, firm strokes, Sephiroth slipped a hand between their mouths, his fingers trembling as Genesis immediately began to run his tongue over them. He gasped soundlessly as the other man pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them evocatively, before twining his tongue around them once more. Genesis smiled around the digits, the gesture rife with greed and lust, and Sephiroth's restraint finally snapped.
He jerked his hand free and slid it beneath the smaller man, finding the heart of him and working his way inside. Genesis let out a high cry and pushed against him, indicating that he hadn't been hurt by Sephiroth's less than gentle entry, and threw his fiery head back in sensual abandon. Sephiroth lowered his mouth to the pure line of his throat, opening his mouth against the vulnerable skin, and added a second finger.
"Seph!" Genesis trembled at the dual assault, Sephiroth's mouth ravishing his neck, while his fingers did wicked things to him below. He felt the gently devastating touch on his most sensitive spot and nearly sobbed with pleasure. He tightened his hold on his lover's cock, while his free hand clutched desperately at broad shoulders. "Hurry, Seph! Oh Gods, hurry!"
Sephiroth's hips jerked reflexively as Genesis began to pump him hard and fast. He let out a strangled moan and pulled his hand free, praying that he had stretched his kitten enough to take him without hurting him. He reached down and covered that slender hand with his own, following its sensual movements for a few moments before gently prying it loose. Genesis made a disappointed sound as Sephiroth pulled back and placed his hand on his own swollen arousal.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice little more than hoarse rasp as he took himself in hand and gently guided himself into the haven that was Genesis.
Long legs came up to encircle his waist, and he grasped those slender hips as he began to move. Gentle no longer, he plunged into the tight cavern of his lover's body, rising up onto his knees to watch as his fierce kitten worked his hand frantically over his own straining shaft. Genesis' voice rang out passionately as he moved beneath him, meeting him thrust for rough thrust, profanity mixing with his cries of pleasure. Sephiroth's eyes flared brightly as his lover's pleasure intensified his own, and he threw his head back as the sight proved too much for him.
He was close, Sephiroth thought dimly, unable to control the power of his thrusts as his body sought to end this all too pleasurable torment. Genesis chose that moment to grasp a handful of hair and tugged in ardent demand, and he all but collapsed atop him. His mouth crushed Genesis' in a sensual fury, his tongue pushing forcefully between swollen lips, as he reached between them and tangled his fingers with his lover's. Genesis gasped into his mouth and arched against him, his breath stuttering as it hissed through the intimate caress, and Sephiroth let himself go.
Genesis came in a hot stream between them, his body clenching around tight around Sephiroth's own, a scream escaping their joined mouths. Sephiroth didn't fight it as his own orgasm swept through him, groaning loudly as the world around him vanished, leaving only the reality of Genesis as he trembled violently beneath him.
Sephiroth lifted his head slowly, dazed in the aftermath of pleasure, only to be pulled back down by trembling hands. "Don't," Genesis gasped, his rich voice shaking as he held Sephiroth close. "Not. . .yet."
"No," Sephiroth echoed, his own voice none to steady, "not yet."
He turned his face into damp auburn curls and closed his eyes, peace permeating the very fiber of his being. Genesis' breathing was harsh in his ear, his heart thundering in time with Sephiroth's own, as silken limbs entwined with his own. Genesis ran one foot down the length of his calf, his hands moving lovingly over his back, and Sephiroth could only smile as his kitten petted him ever so tenderly.
"Aishiteru, koneko."
A soft laugh was Genesis' response to those loving words. "I love you too, moonbeam."
Sephiroth sighed as those words wound their way into his very soul. "I will never tire of hearing those words," he murmured contentedly.
"Then, I'll never stop saying them," Genesis returned with just a touch of humor. He combed his hands through the sleek silver satin, silently marveling at the way the gilded strands fell before his fingers, tangles falling from the silken mass in an almost unnatural way.
Sephiroth was so fucking perfect, he thought, not with envy, but with a lover's appreciation. He was beautiful and strong and so damned loving that Genesis could no longer resent the more dominant aspects of his personality. He liked that Sephiroth tried so hard to protect him, even as that protectiveness drove him crazy. Now that he knew that Sephiroth considered him an equal, it cast a whole new light on the man's often infuriating behavior.
Sephiroth didn't look down on him, as he had always assumed. He had always treated Genesis as though he was something delicate, easily broken, and that had pissed Genesis off to no end. Whether they had been sparring or fucking, Sephiroth had always been so damned careful with him, and he had hated it.
But since he had found the younger man bleeding to death in Hojo's lab, Sephiroth had changed. He was no longer so careful with him, although he always tried to make sure that he didn't accidentally hurt Genesis during their lovemaking. No, he had finally dropped the walls that had hidden his beautiful personality from the world, and Genesis would be forever grateful for the change, even as he wondered exactly what had triggered it.
He thought about what the boys had told him and wondered if maybe that wasn't it. Had he found out about his Cetra heritage while they had been apart? Had that knowledge been enough to make him pause and reevaluate his life, and Genesis' place in it?
Genesis didn't know, and although he dearly wanted to ask, he knew that he wouldn't. The last thing he wanted was to see Sephiroth withdraw into himself, as he did whenever he felt cornered. No, he liked Sephiroth the way that he was right now, smiling happily as he pressed soft kisses to Genesis' cheek and ear, and he would never do anything to change that happiness. Sephiroth deserved every bit of it, and Genesis was determined to see that he got it.
"We should probably get up," he said with a sigh, the languid movements of his hands contradicting the sentiment, as he added, "The boys have been worried about you."
Sephiroth grunted softly in agreement, even though he was obviously preoccupied with other things. Like running the edges of his teeth of down the side of his neck, Genesis thought smugly, angling his head to allow the other man greater access. He'd wait just a few minutes longer to get the boys, maybe even long enough to take a shower. The Goddess knew, Sephiroth always managed to make a mess out of him.
Genesis grinned at the thought and wiggled beneath him, and the evidence of his pleasure made a squishing sound that had Sephiroth chuckling."Is that a hint?" he asked with amusement.
"I'm afraid so." The other man raised his head and began the difficult task of separating their bodies, patiently unwinding his hair from their sticky fingers, before pulling out of Genesis' unresisting body. "I hate it when you do that, Seph."
Sephiroth smirked at his wholly dramatic sigh. "I doubt you would be very productive if I were inside of you twenty-four hours a day, Gen."
"No, but it would be an interesting experience," Genesis teased as his smile grew. "We'll have to give it a try sometime, after we've settled in Wutai, of course."
Sephiroth raised one gilded brow as he slid his hands beneath the other man and lifted him off of the bed. "I'm sure we'll have better things to do, kitten," he said drolly.
Genesis snorted as he slid his arms around Sephiroth's neck and allowed himself to be carried into the bathroom. "There's nothing better than having you inside me, Seph. Except, maybe, when you do that thing with your hair. That is one hellova turn-on."
Another chuckle greeted him as he was set on his feet before the large bathtub. Sephiroth was shaking his head, his bow lips curved into a positively stunning smile, said hair slithering lovingly around the sculpted lines of his body, and Genesis sighed with appreciation. Sephiroth only sent him a knowing look and bent over to turn on the taps, and Genesis couldn't resist the impulse that had him reaching out to run his hands over smooth, taut flanks.
"Gods, but you've got a gorgeous ass, Sephiroth." Genesis shifted until he could press his hips against that ass, wiggling until his semi-hardened flesh was pressed between both buttocks. He sighed again, this time with longing, and curved his body until his cheek was pressed against the other man's spine. "I can't wait until I can do this for real."
Sephiroth froze as his instincts rose up in automatic protest, one hand gripping the faucet tightly, the other clenching tightly around the tub's rim. "You wish to do this. . .now?" he asked with something akin to panic.
Genesis gave him a slight nudge, taking note of the tremor that ran through the length of Sephiroth's hard body, before sighing again. "No, you're not ready, yet," he said with regret, smoothing his cheek over his lover's soft skin. "But once you are. . ."
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the younger man's back, already imagining what it would be like, and trembling in response the images which flooded his mind. "I'll be careful with you, Seph. Careful and so fucking gentle that you won't ever regret entrusting yourself to me. I'll make it good for, moonbeam, so good that you'll be begging me to do it again once we're through. And that is a promise."
Sephiroth was torn between amusement at his lover's words, and the instinctual fear that came with the act he was describing. To be taken in such a way was to allow oneself to be dominated by another, and that was a prospect that would always frighten him. In the past, he had completely dismissed Genesis' wholly unsubtle hints, unable to trust the man he loved to such an extent. Now, in the present that had already been altered almost beyond recognition, he knew that he could trust Genesis with more than his life, and he was determined to show him that.
Just. . .not now, he thought with a shiver. As great as the effect that Genesis had on his physical senses was, he was not quite ready to take that last, wholly daunting step. "Thank you," he said at last, reaching back behind him to smooth a hand down the silken length of one corded thigh, "for understanding."
"You're welcome, Seph." Genesis pressed one last kiss to his back, gave him a gentle, meaningful nudge, and stepped away. "Is that water warm, yet?"
"I believe that it is." Sephiroth checked one last time before straightening, his expression unconsciously wary as he turned to the other man, and Genesis' heart turned over. "Genesis. . ."
Genesis shook his fiery head and pointed to the tub. "In," he ordered imperiously. "We're both filthy—thanks to you—and I, for one, can't wait to get clean."
Sephiroth gazed at him for a moment longer, amusement creeping in to dispel the wariness, before he did as he was told. He stepped over the rim of the tub, waiting until Genesis had done the same to close curtain and turn on the spray. He reached for the soap and turned to the other man, both relieved and grateful that Genesis had taken his hesitation so well.
"I meant what I said, Gen," he said in a voice so low that Genesis had to strain to hear it, even with his enhanced senses. "I trust you. I am simply not comfortable with the thought of doing. . .that just yet."
"I know," Genesis returned simply, stepping forwards until the warm water flowed over them both. "Now, are going to stand there holding the soap all damned day, or are you going to clean up your mess?"
Sephiroth looked down at him, his cat-like green eyes taking on a gleam, as he began to lather his hands. "And what of the 'mess' you made of my hair?" he countered smoothly. "What do you intend to do about that?"
"Oh, I'll think of something," Genesis returned, his voice rife with insinuation as he pulled a heavy section of wet silver hair over his own shoulder. "Put your hands on me, Sephiroth, and we'll see what happens."
Sephiroth smiled slowly, with all the dark malevolence that Genesis loved, and did just that. As those elegant hands moved over his body, Genesis closed his eyes and gave himself over to man he loved. Life with a hot Cetra was going to be damned good.

Kadaj danced impatiently outside of Sephiroth's bedroom door, only Yazoo's gentle insistence that they wait until Father was done 'talking' to his kitten keeping him from entering. They'd all heard the sounds coming from beyond the closed door, and Kadaj knew that Sephiroth and Genesis had been doing much more than just talking. And then the shower had kicked in, and he had realized that it was going to be even longer before they could see Father, and he had been disappointed. Luckily, he was in a good mood today, so he could forgive the older men for their little lapse in parental attention.
Not that they needed parents, Kadaj reminded himself with a quiet snort. They were full-grown men, warriors, and they didn't need anybody. But, it was nice to have Father around, as he always should have been. Sure, they had been incomplete puppets before, but things were different now. Sephiroth hadn't tried to retrieve the fragments of his soul that had made them individuals. He'd let them keep them, even though their lack had permanently weakened him, and Kadaj loved him all the more for it.
But, damn it all, he was bored. He'd left Nii-san sleeping naked in their bed to do this, and he could be sexing his lover up, instead of pacing in the hallway outside of his father's bedroom like a little fucking kid. "Yazoo, I want to go in already!"
"They are very nearly done, tenshi." Yazoo smiled affectionately at the baby's characteristic impatience. "You know how important it is for them to bond after coming so close to being separated."
Loz snickered at that. "Yeah, Gen was always one for 'bonding'."
Yazoo sighed in fond remembrance. "Yes, he was."
Kadaj rolled his eyes expressively, only to perk up as the sound of running water was abruptly cut off. "They're done!" he exclaimed with excitement, reaching for the doorknob. He scowled when Yazoo stepped in front of him, effectively blocking access to the door. "Damn it, Yaz—"
"At least, give them time to dress, Kadaj." The scowl darkened, and Yazoo reminded him, "You know how sensitive Sephiroth's sensibilities are. You don't want to embarrass him, do you?"
"Hmph." Kadaj jerked away, crossing his arms defiantly, even as he shook his head. "No, I don't want to embarrass Father. I just want to see him."
"Yeah, me too," Loz agreed with a nod of his noble silver head, "but I'd rather not see him naked, 'Daj. I think that'd traumatize me."
Kadaj shot him a dirty look. "You're such a girl sometimes, Loz."
"Am not!" Loz protested indignantly. "I just don't want to see Father or Gen naked, that's all."
"I think that's perfectly understandable, brother." Yazoo reached out and ran a soothing hand over one broad shoulder. "Things are different now, after all. Your tastes have changed, and you have Cissnei, just as Kadaj has Nii-san. There is certainly no need to revisit that part of our past."
"You're damned right, there's not." Kadaj nodded emphatically in agreement, sending his asymmetrically cut hair swinging wildly around his angelic features. "Koneko is Father's problem, now. Not ours."
Yazoo smiled placidly at that. "I'm sure he doesn't mind in the least, tenshi."
Kadaj lowered his head and smiled just a tad bit wickedly. "Oh, I'm sure that he doesn't, Yazoo. Better him than me, though."
His older brother merely laughed softly and reached out to run a hand over his head. Kadaj only raised one silver brow, emphasizing the wickedness, completely oblivious to the fact that Yazoo had just performed one of Genesis' favorite affectionate gestures. Yazoo, however, was well aware of the traits he had inherited from Sephiroth's kitten, and he treasured the knowledge. For good or for ill, his memories of Genesis had helped formed the man that he was today, and he was as content with himself as he could be. He did not dislike the person that he had become, and the self-possession that he had gained from Sephiroth's happiest memories helped him help his brothers, so how could he possibly resent that?
He listened to the sounds of movement coming from the other side of the door, Genesis' cultured voice followed by Sephiroth's quieter murmurs, as they dressed themselves, and felt a renewed sense of relief. They were lucky that Genesis had taken the 'truth' of Jenova as well as he had, and that he loved Sephiroth enough not to turn from him in the face of his inglorious 'origins'.
Sephiroth was truly a wonder, Yazoo thought with awe. That he had been able to change so much in such a short amount of time was a truly awesome accomplishment, and something that not even Yazoo had originally believed possible. Despite Kadaj's frequent assurances to the contrary, Yazoo had been sure that Sephiroth would merely absorb them to increase his own power and move on, towards whatever magnificent fate awaited him, Yazoo and his brothers forgotten in his determination to save Genesis from himself.
Instead, their father had proven to be more than the maddened demigod that Jenova had made of him, and more than the confused, rage-filled weapon that they had all remembered. Sephiroth had shown himself to be an honorable man, one who was capable of caring for those other than those in his 'inner circle'. He had embraced Yazoo and his brothers as though they were his children instead of mere remnants, and that meant more to Yazoo that Sephiroth would ever know.
"Yazoo?"
The baby was watching him with an uncertain, concerned expression, and Yazoo smiled to show that he hadn't forgotten him. "I believe they have finished, tenshi, if you still wish to see them."
"Hell yes, I do!"
Yazoo stepped aside, trading an amused glance with Loz, before watching their angel shove the door open and barrel inside. They followed at a slower pace, seeing that Sephiroth and Genesis had been embracing on the bed—fully clothed, luckily—and that they were startled by Kadaj's sudden, rather dramatic entrance.
"Father!" Kadaj hurled himself into Sephiroth's arms, throwing his arms around his neck and clinging to him tightly. "You're all right! We were so worried about you!"
Sephiroth wound his arms around the boy and hugged him close. "I am well, little one. You need not worry about me any longer," he strove to reassure him. Kadaj merely shook his head and burrowed closer, and Sephiroth pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
He traded an exasperated glance with Genesis, who immediately scooted closer and ran a hand down the boy's back. "Really, Kadaj, he's fine. His headache is even gone, now. Right, Seph?"
"Yes." Sephiroth cupped the young remnant's head in his hands and gently—but insistently—eased it back. Catlike eyes met his own, anxiety lingering in their pale green depths, and Sephiroth smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "I am unharmed, Kadaj, and I have you and your brothers to thank for that."
"We couldn't let her have you," the boy told him urgently. "You're ours now, Father. We won't let anyone take you away from us, not Gaia, not Jenova, no one."
"Sssshhh." Sephiroth shushed him and settled him more comfortably on his lap. "No one is going to take me away from you, Kadaj. I will always be with you."
"You'd better be," the boy grumbled, narrowing his eyes as he glared at Genesis from the haven of his father's arms. "What about you? Are you going to stay with us?"
"Of course, I am." Genesis raised a tentative hand to his hair, tucking those overlong bangs back behind his ear. A few of the shorter strands slid stubbornly back into the boy's face, and Genesis smiled with affectionate warmth. "I'm not going anywhere, Kadaj. I'll be around to annoy you for a very long time."
Loz burst out laughing as seated himself on the edge of the bed and reached past Sephiroth's legs to thump Genesis' thigh. "That's a good one, Gen," he said humorously. "I like that you can poke fun at yourself, now."
Yazoo stifled his own laughter as he took a seat on Genesis' side of the bed and patted his hand comfortingly. "Have no fear, Genesis. We are looking forward to being annoyed by you."
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Yazoo." Genesis smiled at the middle boy, who returned it serenely, and extended a hand. Yazoo tilted his head to one side before slowly taking it. Genesis tugged until the boy was settled against him, and then looked at Loz expectantly. "Well, aren't you going to join us?"
The oldest boy hesitated, until Sephiroth shifted and made room between them. He made his way across the bed with exaggeratedly careful movements, only to find himself firmly ensconced between the two men. Genesis set his free arm around his shoulders and said, "Now, isn't that better?"
"Yeah," Loz said, sighing as he laid his head on Genesis' shoulder, "this is kinda nice. No wonder Kadaj and Yazoo like cuddling with you. You're good at it."
"We do not 'cuddle'," Kadaj snapped, affronted by the very notion. "We just. . .like hugging, that's all."
"Of course, tenshi."Yazoo lifted his head long enough to share an amused smile with Sephiroth over the baby's head before settling against Genesis once more. "However, I must agree with Loz. Genesis does excel at cuddling. Hugging, as well."
"Hhhhmmmmppphhhh."
Sephiroth brushed his lips over the boy's silky hair and rested his cheek against the crown of his head. His gaze met Genesis' across the sea of silver between them, and the contentment in those azure eyes reassured him as little else could. Genesis was indeed happy with their small, unusual family, and Sephiroth finally began to believe that Genesis had spoken the truth. He would never leave, again.
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