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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 Five
       ‘Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface quietly, but surely’ -Loveless, ACT IV
            Sephiroth watched with barely concealed impatience as Genesis changed for bed, those glowing emerald eyes with their cat-like tilt tracking each and every movement he made. Genesis was well aware of the possessive gaze as he began to shed his clothing, and exulted in the effect only he seemed to have on the idol so many worshipped. He took his time as he undressed, removing his clothing one small piece at a time, his every motion calculated to tease and entice. He started with the thigh-high boots that hugged his long legs, making sure to linger over the task. His slim white hands unfastened the silver buckles that kept them in place, again moving with that same agonizing lack of speed. Who said he didn’t have patience?
            He very carefully peeled the smooth midnight leather away, knowing how much Sephiroth loved the contrast of all that dark leather against his creamy skin. He kept his gaze averted, seemingly focused only on the task at hand, all the while watching the other man out of the corner of his eye. Sephiroth was watching him, not just his movements, but him with unwavering intensity. The mighty general had always loved this particular game, but this time, there was something different in those radiant green orbs. Not just lust, although there was no doubting his arousal. No, there was a gentle, almost tender look in the depths of his brilliant eyes, more reminiscent of the expression Sephiroth usually wore after they’d had sex.
            Sephiroth had always been good at hiding at his feelings, so much so that most people believed he had none. As his closest friend and only lover, Genesis knew better. Sephiroth’s emotions ran deep, even if he rarely showed them. That he was showing them now, after the way Genesis had hurt him last month, was what surprised him. It was the last thing he had expected, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
            Not that he would let that stop him, Genesis thought, dropping one boot carelessly to the floor. The other followed a few moments later, hitting the plush gray carpet with a dull thud. The long scarlet trench coat that had become his signature was next. It slid smoothly down his arms, aided by the heavy black pauldrons that adorned the shoulders. It landed in a crimson pool around his bare feet, forgotten even as he kicked it aside.
            He turned slightly, taking refuge behind his hair, as he unfastened the crisscrossing weapon’s harness that he never used. He went to work on the two buckles that held the harness’ belt in place, drawing on every last ounce of patience he possessed to keep his movements slow and seductive. At last, it too dropped to the floor, the large buckle that sported the Shinra logo glinting almost mockingly in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
            He grasped the bottom of the sleeveless roll-neck shirt that was issued to every SOLDIER 2nd Class and up, pulling it up his chiseled torso and over his head. He tossed it to the floor with a casual flick of the wrist, reaching up to fluff his layered auburn hair. It tousled more becomingly around his face, an effect he that was very aware of as he lifted his eyes to the other man‘s. Sephiroth’s icy green eyes flared with heat, and he smirked arrogantly in return.
            Genesis lifted his chin as though in challenge and set his hands on the waistband of his leather pants. He paused there, his deep blue eyes locking on the other man’s, one fiery brow arched in query. The low growl that reverberated through the darkened bedroom did wonders for his ego, as well as adding to his own considerable arousal, and he couldn’t contain a pleased chuckle.
            Holding Sephiroth’s gaze with his own, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down with exaggeratedly slow movements. Those gleaming emerald orbs flickered for a moment before dropping lower, unable to resist the temptation he was presenting. His heartbeat doubled as Sephiroth devoured him with his eyes, his gaze locked on the partially revealed length of his erection. Angelic features hardened with predatory intent as pure lust shone from brilliant mako eyes, and Genesis had to fight to keep his hands steady as he very deliberately pushed the pants over his hips.
            His name was whispered in a deep, rough growl and Genesis couldn’t hide his satisfaction as he gracefully pulled the soft leather down his legs. He kicked them aside negligently, basking in the desire the other man couldn’t hide, as he made his way towards the bed, his unhurried stride full of the feline grace that had earned him his oftentimes hated nickname.
            As he neared the bed, he fully expected to be tackled and fucked into oblivion, something he could admit--if only to himself--that he had truly missed. His performance had been calculated to make Sephiroth lose control, after all. Much to his astonishment, he found himself able to climb onto the bed and finish his sensual performance with a long, slow, sinuous stretch that showed his muscled body to its best advantage.
            Sephiroth couldn’t halt the low, appreciative sound that escaped his lips as Genesis slid into bed beside him. The older man only smirked knowingly, making a show of stretching his lithe body, before settling back onto the pillows, his expression as smug as Sephiroth had ever seen it.
            A low laugh escaped Sephiroth as he carefully inched closer, conscious of the pain throbbing through his midsection as it mixed with the heady sensation of arousal. His pale eyes roved over the aristocratic features that had existed only in his memories for so long, eagerly cataloguing each and every nuance of Genesis Rhapsodos. “Are we friends, again?” he asked, suddenly solemn, needing verbal confirmation before this went any further.
            Genesis looked up at him with those blue, blue eyes, looking so vulnerable that it was all he could do not to weep at the sheer beauty of him. “We were always friends,” he whispered, adding in a stronger voice, “even if one of us was acting like an asshole.”
            Sephiroth quirked one silver brow at that. “And which one of us would that be?” he inquired facetiously.
            Genesis’ smile was positively angelic as he replied, “Why, you, of course.”
            “That’s my kitten,” Sephiroth all but purred in response. He lifted his left hand to Genesis’ face slowly, giving the other man time to pull away. Despite the incredibly erotic striptease, they hadn’t parted on the best of terms, and had only been reunited through a crisis. He knew better than to assume all was well between them.
            When Genesis lifted himself into the touch, a ragged breath escaping his parted lips, Sephiroth found himself thanking the very goddess that had doomed them in the first place for this boon. A second chance, he thought with humbled awe. What had he ever done in his miserable existence to be judged worthy of such a thing?
            His thumb swept over the high arch of one noble cheekbone, and Genesis’ breath caught in a wholly sensual way. “Goddess, but I missed you,” the other man breathed passionately. “Don’t ever let me do that again, Sephiroth. I hate sleeping alone.”
            “I hate sleeping without you,” Sephiroth countered with blunt honesty.
            Genesis sighed, too pleased by his words to worried by the emotion behind them, and brushed his lips over the other man‘s. “Can we get on with this?” he murmured into the kiss. “I’m so horny I’m about to burst.”
            Sephiroth smiled at the undeniably crude yet oddly endearing confession. It was so comfortingly typical of the man he remembered. He lowered his head slightly and brushed those mobile lips with his own. Genesis made an impatient sound and deepened the kiss, his deep groan echoed by Sephiroth as a silky tongue immediately twined with his. Sephiroth ignored his instincts, which clamored for him to crush the hard, muscled body beneath his own in a sensual fury. Instead, he shifted, lifting Genesis without breaking contact, maneuvering the other man until he was lying across him. His sore stomach protested the extra weight, but he ignored it, intent on giving Genesis something he truly seemed to need. They had only done it this way once before, and he had always wanted to try it a second time. While they would have to be cautious, he saw no reason not to immediately begin building a more solid foundation for their friendship. If trust had been lacking before, he would give more of his own, and hope that Genesis did the same.
            Genesis raised his head as the kiss became too much for him. He looked down at Sephiroth with a sensual, faintly puzzled expression. His breathing echoed harshly through the quiet room, as did Sephiroth‘s, telling of their mutual need. Still, he made no move to take the invitation which had been given, leaving Sephiroth to wonder why.
            “It’s all right, Gen.” He reached up and laced his hand through those wonderfully fiery strands, his thumb rubbing Genesis’ scalp in a comforting manner. “You won’t hurt me, if that’s why you’re hesitating.”
            “Seph. . .” Genesis tilted his head, cat-like, into the soothing touch. He absolutely loved it when Sephiroth played with his hair. He uttered a happy, contented sigh, opening eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed to gaze down at the other man. “We really shouldn’t. Not tonight, anyway.”
            Sephiroth smiled faintly and murmured, “You won’t break me.”
            “I know I won’t,” he returned somberly, and he did. Sephiroth was the strongest man whom he had ever known, it would take someone--or something--stronger than him to break the great general. Still. . .“Why don’t you tell me exactly what Hojo did to you, and then we’ll talk.”
            Silver brows pulled together a fierce frown. “I’ve already told you that I don’t remember,” he responded rather severely.
            “And I’ve already told you I think that’s a bullshit excuse.” Genesis leaned down and kissed him lightly, lingeringly, pulling back when he moved to deepen it. “Uh-uh. Talk to me, Seph. Give me a reason not to kill Hojo the next time I see him.”
            “How about being put on trial for murder?” Sephiroth returned archly.
            “Pffft.” Genesis waved one hand in a careless manner. “Like that would stop me.”
            Sephiroth laughed again, he simply couldn’t help it. It made his stomach ache horribly, but he didn’t even try to hold back. Genesis merely gazed down at him, one auburn brow raised in warning, and he shook his head slightly. “I am not evading the question, Genesis. I truly don’t remember what happened in the lab.”
            While Genesis continued to look at him skeptically, it didn’t change the truth of his words. He had been wounded some nine years in the future by a very distraught Genesis. He honestly didn’t remember what tests Hojo had run this day, nor did he care. All he cared about was keeping Genesis close, and saving all of them from the ruin which awaited them.
            Sephiroth pulled his hand back just enough to run his fingertips over the satiny skin of Genesis’ cheek. “Why don’t you tell me what you were doing in Hojo’s laboratory when you know that neither he nor Hollander would allow it?”
            Genesis flushed at that. “You were gone for nearly five hours,” he said a bit defensively. “You said we’d talk when you were through, but you didn’t come back, and I--”
            He broke off, shifting until he was curled against Sephiroth’s side, his face hidden in a waterfall of silver hair as he whispered, “I was. . . worried about you.”
            “Koneko,” he murmured, moved by the heart-felt, if somewhat self-conscious, confession. He turned slightly and pulled the other man into his arms. Genesis closed his eyes and nuzzled his chest, his own arms creeping around his waist to hold him in return, and something inside of him shifted.
            “I am all right,” he whispered with awkward reassurance. “Whatever Hojo did, it was not enough to truly harm me.”
            Another inelegant snort sounded at that. “That’s why you were bleeding like a stuck pig,” he scoffed angrily.
            “Genesis--”
            “I know, I know, you’re all right.” Genesis shuddered and tightened his hold, his silky voice dropping to a whisper as he asked, “What if you hadn’t been? What would I have done, then?”
            Sephiroth merely sighed and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “You would have survived,” he murmured with absolute conviction. “Of that, I have no doubt.”
            The other man shuddered again and surprised Sephiroth by falling silent. A quiet Genesis was always a dangerous thing. “Genesis, what’s wrong?” he questioned warily.
            Genesis had gone completely still against him, the calm before the storm, Sephiroth knew. Sure enough, the other man placed his hands on his chest and shoved himself back, those azure eyes sparking with ill-temper. “You!” he spat, rolling to the side of the bed and gaining his feet. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his fine-boned features sharp with fury. “Do you honestly believe that I don’t care what happens to you!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “’You’d survive, Genesis’. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Sephiroth?”
            Sephiroth gazed up at him with a quizzical expression. “Just what I said, Genesis.” The other man opened his mouth to speak, and he cut him off. “You are a warrior--a SOLDIER. You are strong. You would survive--flourish, even--because of that strength.”
            “Really?” The slow, exaggerated drawl of Genesis' voice made it difficult to mistake his sarcasm for anything else. “Am I supposed to buy that drivel? Credit me with some intelligence, won’t you?”
            As much as he had missed him, Sephiroth found himself fighting a nearly-forgotten urge to wrap his hands around the other man’s neck. Genesis could be so damned difficult when he chose to be. “What are you truly upset about?” he asked through clenched teeth. “My being injured, my inability to remember the incident, or your own overreaction to it?”
            “Overreaction?!” Sky-blue eyes widened dramatically. “I found you bleeding to fucking death in Hojo’s lab, and I’m overreacting?!”
            Oh, yes, Sephiroth thought darkly, here it comes. He braced himself as Genesis’ hands fisted several times, his mouth working without sound. Genesis was well and truly pissed, and he would be lucky if his lover didn’t kill him all over again. Keeping that thought in the forefront of his mind, Sephiroth shifted subtly, his body tensing for action, only grateful that the other man wasn’t armed this time.
            Genesis pounced without warning. One moment he was standing four feet away, the next he was rushing through the air, using every bit of his SOLDIER speed, his mouth spouting obscenities as Sephiroth rolled out of the way. He came to his feet at the side of the bed, immediately bringing up his forearms to block a series of swift punches. Genesis was nearly as fast as he, and when he was angry, he matched him in strength as well. But Sephiroth had no intention of spending the next few hours sparring in his bedroom, of all places, with the man he loved. It was time to end this fight, before he lost own formidable temper, and made the situation even worse.
            He waited until Genesis leapt at him again and ducked slightly. He caught the man in mid-air, wrapping his arms around him long enough to throw him back on the bed. He covered his body with his own, settling between his legs to avoid being permanently damaged. He drew Genesis’ hands up over his head, ignoring his heated curses, and waited patiently for his struggles to subside.
            Genesis glared up at him with murder in his eyes, incensed at how easily he had been overpowered. He was a fucking First, by Goddess! He didn’t care that Sephiroth was the best, or that he was--technically--his commanding officer as the official head of SOLDIER. In his mind, they were equals, and he wanted Sephiroth to acknowledge that. And, in some twisted part of his heart, he wanted nothing less than the other’s blood as proof of it.
            “Motherfucker!” he hissed, twisting and arching in a vain attempt to free himself before Sephiroth reacted as he always had—by fucking him out of his temper. “You’ve had your fun! Let go of me—now.”
            “Not until you have calmed yourself,” Sephiroth told him implacably. “You are acting like a spoiled child, Genesis, not the man I know you to be. When the man decides to make an appearance, I will release you, not before.”
            “Fuck you!” Genesis continued to struggle, on the verge of hurting himself to gain his freedom, when he noticed two things. One, that Sephiroth was suddenly sporting a very impressive hard-on, heralding the aforementioned fucking. Two, the hands holding his wrists were trembling, as was the rest of the lean, powerful body pressed so unyieldingly into his own.
            His own body went still as the trembling seemed to increase. “Seph?” he questioned hesitantly, not liking the shadow of pain he glimpsed in those pale green eyes. Sephiroth banished it immediately, his gaze becoming shuttered, but he knew what he had seen.
            What the hell was he doing? Genesis asked himself with a silent groan. Sephiroth had almost died two hours ago. And here he was, attacking him like he wanted to finish the job. “Fucking hell,” he moaned miserably, forcing his body to go limp as proof of his sincerity as he found himself apologizing--he never apologized--for the second time in the space of two hours. “I’m sorry, Seph. I didn’t mean any of it.”
            Sephiroth only grunted, those veiled eyes searching his for a long moment, before he found himself free. Sephiroth rolled to his back, a quiet gasp escaping him as his midsection throbbed mercilessly. Genesis winced guiltily at the sound, surreptitiously rubbing his own aching wrists. If he had been anyone else, the bruises that were forming would take weeks to fade. As it was, he’d have to make sure he wore his gloves around Angeal for the next couple of days, so that his oldest friend didn’t completely freak out on him. He didn’t think he would survive another lecture on pride and honor and discipline--or rather, the lack thereof when it came to his fights with Sephiroth.
            Genesis sat up and glanced at his lover, expecting a dark, angry look to be aimed his way. The somewhat ragged smile and extended hand caught him by surprise, and he found himself taking that hand before he had even formed the thought to do so. He found himself tucked against a strong, hard chest, comforted by the very person he’d tried so hard to emasculate only minutes before.
            He cringed at the thought, and felt Sephiroth’s lips brush his forehead in response. “Do you feel better, now?” his lover asked calmly, and Genesis was surprised to realize that he did.
            He paused for a few moments before saying, “Yes, I believe I do.”
            Sephiroth only chuckled, and the dark sound soothed something within him. “Are you very angry with me?” he asked idly, reaching up to wind one silver lock around his fingers.
            “No, Genesis, I am not angry with you.” Sephiroth smiled into his hair, closing his eyes as contentment filled him. While he knew Genesis well enough to predict his behavior, it never failed to startle him, how quickly the other’s mood could change. Genesis was certainly the most unique individual he had ever known, and he had no desire to change him.
            “Mmmm.” Genesis nuzzled his cheek over his heart before slowly making his way up to his lips. “So, is that invitation still open?”
            Sephiroth’s answering laugh was muffled by a quick, eager tongue. No, he thought as he pulled Genesis’ body flush atop his own, he wouldn’t trade his fierce kitten for anything. He loved Genesis just as he was, and he would kill anyone who attempted to change him. Starting with Hollander, he thought with sudden, vicious determination.
            Genesis shifted, oblivious to his lover’s dark thoughts, and placed his knees on either side of Sephiroth’s hips. He broke the kiss with obvious reluctance, his auburn head tilted to one side as he considered the man beneath him. Sephiroth’s eyes were mere slits of pale silver-green, gleaming from beneath his half-closed lids, those elongated pupils already dilated with arousal. His beautiful, perfect bow lips curved into a soft, yet predatory smile, his hair spread out beneath him like a pale moonlit pool, and Genesis shivered with anticipation of the night to come.
            Still, he had to at least attempt to be chivalrous. “Are you sure I won’t hurt you?” he asked in a breathless, greedy voice which belied the sentiment.
            Sephiroth reached up, his hand sliding around the back of the other man’s neck, long fingers threading through the shorter hairs there to pull him close. “I trust you,” he murmured, his free hand coming up to smooth over one silken thigh, “and I’ve wanted to do this again for a very long time.”
            That hand flexed slightly, and Genesis gasped with pleasure, his eyes fluttering as he fought the urge to close them. While he might be in a dominant position right now, Sephiroth never failed to find a way to remind him of who was stronger. And although he knew that the other man’s actions weren’t meant to do so, the reminder was usually enough to trigger his own dominant instincts, which made for some interesting nights under the sheets.
            Not tonight, though. They were reunited after being apart for nearly a month, and they had to be careful because of Sephiroth’s injuries. It would be a challenge, Genesis told himself, brightening visibly at the thought. To keep his self-control while making Sephiroth lose his, and maintaining his dominance in the process. Something he had wanted to do for a very long time.
            The slow, wicked smile that lit up Genesis’ face was enough to tell Sephiroth exactly where his thoughts had gone. He could only return the smile, smirking just a bit in open challenge. If Genesis wanted to break his iron-clad control, he was more than welcome to try.
            The part of his psyche that had been trained since birth to be a leader balked at the thought, but he paid it no heed. He wanted Genesis to succeed. A part of him was curious as to what it was like to lose all control with someone he truly trusted, and not while controlled by an alien being. He also wanted them to be on more equal footing in their relationship, so that Genesis would feel secure, and would be unable--unwilling--to walk away as he had once before.
            “All you had to do was ask,” Genesis murmured silkily, lashes dropping and lifting in one long, sensual blink. “I would have been more than happy to oblige you.”
            Sephiroth’s smile held an odd combination of sadness and embarrassment as he replied, “I’ve never known how.”
            Genesis’ smile gentled at that. Sometimes, he forgot that Sephiroth hadn’t been raised normally, and didn’t always know how to express himself. “From now on, tell me what you want. Just come right out and say it, and I’ll do my best to make it happen. For now,” the redhead leaned down, hovering temptingly above him, those unforgettable azure eyes glittering with heat, “...don’t try to help. Just lie back and let me do all the work.”
            Sephiroth’s answering chuckle was lost as Genesis covered his mouth with his, and the world began to burn around them.
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