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Darkened Skies	By : Cynthia Category: Final Fantasy VII > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Darkened Skies"
Chapter Five: Breathless
A Final Fantasy 7 AU fanfiction
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Author's note:.Mmm, lemony. Months pass in this chapter, and those who have read "Interlude at the bathhouse" might recognize a brief scene from it in here.
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*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can’t get enough of this world and the characters.
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The day after the attack on headquarters, Sephiroth told Zack about his findings in the Data room. "Hojo gave you experimental treatment while he was giving you Mako infusions," informed the general.
Zack blinked. "Seriously? I think I'd remember being experimented on, Seph."
"Not necessarily," answered Sephiroth. "Any symptoms you had as a result of the treatment could be easily blamed on the Mako. You wouldn't have any reason to believe differently, without informed consent."
Zack still had trouble digesting it. "You sure about this?"
Sephiroth nodded. "I found the data when I was searching through classified files. The details have been deleted or moved, but there were records of you being the recipient of S-gene infusion. It's the same process Hojo used on me."
Zack shivered as he stared into Sephiroth's inhuman green eyes. "So, what does that mean? Am I going to start changing or something?"
Sephiroth shook his head. "Doubtful. The incomplete record I found declared the experiment to be a failure. For whatever reason, your body rejected any mutation the treatment could have triggered." He smirked. "I'm sure Hojo was furious."
"Maybe that's why the creepy old geek always gives me those nasty looks when he sees me," hypothesized Zack.
"Possibly," agreed Sephiroth. "His expression is perpetually sour, though. It's difficult to be sure."
Zack laughed a little nervously. "Yeah. It's hard to believe that guy's actually your father. You look nothing alike."
"I'm told I inherited my looks from mother," answered Sephiroth with a crooked, subtle smile. "I'm honestly thankful for that."
"Who could blame you?" Zack grinned. "So uh…you think I'm going to be okay?"
Sephiroth nodded. "I'm sure of it. Something would have changed by now, if you were going to react to the procedure. You can request another physical and some bloodwork, if you're concerned."
Zack shook his head, trusting Sephiroth's word. "Nah, if you think it's okay then I'm sure it is. Can I just ask why you told me this, if it's not going to change anything?"
Sephiroth lowered his gaze. "Because I believe people have a right to know when they've been meddled with, even if it doesn't result in physical alteration."
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            Days passed into weeks and weeks passed into months. While Angeal and Genesis worked with Hollander on a cure, Sephiroth kept a close eye on both Hojo and Lazard. Tension between the various departments grew, slowly but steadily. Rufus argued that SOLDIER should take a budget cut, since the desertion weakened the department. Reeve requested a spending boost for urban development, so that they could clean up some of the old sectors beneath the plate and improve the lives of people living down there. Scarlet immediately vetoed the idea and the President agreed with her. To add insult to injury, she convinced the president to increase spending on weapons development.
            Things were going from bad to worse, and now that Rufus had come back to Midgar, the mutual disdain between he and Lazard was glaringly obvious to everyone. To his credit, Lazard showed great initiative and he cooperated with Sephiroth to strengthen SOLDIER again—but Rufus was making it difficult.
            Zack and Cissnei began to go on dates when their respective duties allowed the spare time. He wanted to confide in her, but her status as a Turk made him wary of being too open. As sweet and compassionate as she was off the clock, Zack had a healthy respect for the kind of work her organization did. She seemed to sense his reservations, but she never confronted him about it or asked him to give more than he was willing to.
            Meanwhile, Angeal and Genesis were staying in Mideel with Hollander, still seeking to cure the deterioration before it killed them all. Hollander was very close to a solution, but he needed to perfect the treatment and test it further before administering it to anyone. Genesis had entered the final stage of degeneration and he was weakening rapidly. Angeal pushed Hollander to speed up his research and he fretted over his childhood friend, doing everything he could to keep him alive.
By this time, Genesis was resigned to his fate and he had stopped fighting.
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            "Genesis. Wake up."
            Genesis didn't respond. Angeal felt panic rising in his breast and he impulsively stroked the ashen pale face. Hating himself for it, he smacked his friend's cool cheek. Genesis groaned and blinked up at him. Though his auburn hair was now completely gray and his skin was clammy and colorless, those eyes were as bright as ever. They glared at Angeal with annoyance.
            "Just...leave me be," mumbled Genesis. As the deterioration progressed, he'd become less poetic and more cynical.
            "I won't," Angeal refused. "Hollander thinks he's found the right formula. He's testing it on himself now. Keep fighting, Gen."
            Genesis sighed. "Told you...I have nothing to fight...for. Just let me...die in peace."
            "That isn't going to happen," Angeal insisted. Hollander came in and the bigger Soldier looked over his shoulder at him as he approached. He dared to hope this last formula was a success. The gray that previously streaked Hollander's hair was already fading and his skin had a healthier color to it. "Well?"
            "I think we have success," answered the scientist. "Whether it's timely enough to save him remains to be seen."
            "Don't bother," Genesis wheezed, turning his head weakly on the pillow to stare at the wall.
            Angeal pressed his lips together and motioned the professor closer. "Give him the injection, Hollander. I'll make sure he cooperates."
            Geneses struggled feebly as Angeal pulled his arm out of his jacket sleeve and pushed the sleeve of his shirt up. Hollander approached with the syringe and Angeal held Genesis down and restrained his arm for the scientist. Genesis began to thrash and curse but Angeal was too strong for him.
            "You...dick," grunted Gen as the needle pushed into his arm. It was unclear whether he was addressing Angeal or Hollander or both of them.
Hollander pushed the plunger down and injected the medication. When it was fully administered, Angeal released his friend and looked down at him with a mixture of guilt and hope. Genesis' eyes drifted shut, his struggles taking the last of his strength. Angeal watched him fall back into a deep sleep and he looked up at Hollander from his seat on the narrow bed.
"How long before we can tell if it's working?"
"In his advanced state of deterioration, it could be a full day," answered Hollander, "and he'll likely need more than one dose. Now it's your turn, Angeal."
Angeal nodded and allowed the professor to give him an injection too. Hollander left him alone in the small room after that and Angeal stayed up all night long, watching over Gen and wiping the sweat from his brow. He finally started to nod off as the sun was rising but he noticed something as the morning light shone through the window. Streaks of Gen's natural auburn color were now blending in with the gray. The pallor of his skin wasn't as severe. His breathing was deep and even. Angeal touched his face and his skin felt warmer to the touch.
"Genesis," murmured Angeal, "can you hear me?"
Again, those arresting eyes fluttered open to look up at him. "Ass."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Angeal said dryly, unable to contain the relieved smile. The treatment was working. All they needed was time and another dose or two to cure his condition completely. Now Angeal noticed that he felt stronger, himself.
"I'm thirsty," complained Genesis.
Angeal went to get a cup of water for him without a word. Genesis was trying to sit up when he returned to the room and Angeal solicitously sat down on the edge of the bed and helped him. Genesis sipped at the tepid water, grimacing as he swallowed. He handed the cup back to Angeal when he'd had enough and he sighed, leaning against the bigger man's supporting embrace.
"Why are you so determined?" Genesis questioned when Angeal set the cup on the crate by the bed. "After what I've done...why?"
"You were mislead," answered Angeal softly, "we all were."
Genesis looked into his eyes. "So, that's it then? It doesn't matter?"
"You deserve a second chance." Angeal stared at the parted lips and he impulsively traced the fine-boned jaw with his fingers. "Genesis, I couldn't just let you die. I..." he couldn't put it into words, so he gathered his courage and lowered his mouth to those lips. Genesis made a surprised noise and Angeal deepened the kiss. Within moments, the redhead was responding to it and clutching at Angeal's sweater. His lips felt heavenly, even if they were a little dry. Angeal continued kissing him for a moment before pulling away. Genesis was staring at him with a dumbstruck expression on his face.
"Just what in the hell was that, Hewley?"
Angeal flushed. Maybe he was wrong about Gen's sexual preferences, or maybe he just wasn't attracted to him. "It was a kiss. I'm sorry if I was out of line."
"No, not that," Genesis sighed, "You stopped." He looked gravely insulted.
"You're angry because I stopped?" Angeal frowned in confusion. Genesis could be such a perplexing man.
Genesis stared at him. "You make me feel like I'm not a monster for the first time since this began and then you stop?"
Angeal didn't know what to say, so he pulled his weakened companion closer and kissed him again. Genesis again returned the kiss with passion, making Angeal's pulse beat furiously. The redhead began to kiss along Angeal's jaw, down to his throat.
"Wait, Hollander is just outside," Angeal reminded. "And you need more rest."
"Noble idiot," Genesis sighed, stopping his kisses to rest his forehead against Angeal's shoulder. "You could just take advantage, you know."
"That can come later," insisted Angeal, "when you're recovered."
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            Two more treatments and a day later, Genesis' condition was significantly improved. Hollander was busy in the basement of the little house. They were renting the house under false names, on the outer edge of Mideel. They kept a low profile and with any luck, the need for hiding would soon come to an end.
Angeal was away, obtaining vital information pertaining to Sephiroth. Once it was apparent that the treatment was working, Hollander shared an interesting nugget of information he'd previously kept to himself. He had hard copies of files that Hojo destroyed years ago, and they were safely hidden away in Icicle—theoretically. Supposedly, he and Professor Gast made backup copies of the research files pertaining to Sephiroth, with the intention of using them as leverage against Hojo if he ever turned on them. Hollander swore they should still be in Gast's deserted home, unless Gast took them when he vanished from Gaia.
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            The old floorboards creaked under Angeal's weight as his boots trod over the surface of them. His breath fogged the air and he counted under his breath as he walked. The townsfolk said something bad happened in this house, some twenty years ago. Rumor had it that some ShinRa troops came there seeking a fugitive and they must have caught him, because there was heavy gunfire and someone came out in a body bag. The bullet holes in the walls and floor lent testimony to the story and Angeal examined them with a practiced eye, tracing some of them with a gloved finger.
            "SR-16 rifle," estimated the Soldier upon close examination of the bullet holes. Some appeared to be from a non-military issue weapon, however. The marks were smaller and shallower than the others…possibly from a handgun caliber weapon.
            Angeal moved on, reminding himself that his main purpose was to retrieve the files Hollander alleged to be hidden in this house. "Twelve," he murmured, "thirteen…"
            He came to a stop at fifteen paces and he began to knock on the wall. *clop, clop, clop…thunk*
            Angeal paused, frowned and knocked again. There was definitely a hollow space under his hand—or he'd struck an unsupported panel. He stepped back and looked at the paneling thoughtfully. There was an old world map tacked to the wall. Telling himself not to get his hopes up, he pulled the map down and investigated. Sure enough, he could see the outline of a panel cut into the wall and he quickly procured his army knife and began prodding the seams. Moments later, he had a square piece of the wall lying on the floor and he reached into the hold to pull out an old briefcase. He checked inside and found the old documents, carefully protected between clear lament. Hollander and Gast weren't playing around when they took measures to protect them.
            Angeal skimmed over them curiously and his frown deepened when he saw the name "Jenova" and got to the part about Lucrecia Crescent. Hojo's lies ran even deeper than Sephiroth suspected and he almost dreaded how his friend would react when he saw this. He could worry about that when the time came, however. This sad old house made him uneasy, with its bloody history, creaky floorboards and drafty walls. He dug his phone out of the long black coat he wore and he walked outside until he got reception. He dialed Genesis to let him know of his findings.
            "It's about time you rang, Hewley. I was getting impatient."
            Angeal smiled into the collar of his coat. "Sorry to make you worry. Hollander was telling the truth. I found the documents exactly where he said they would be. I'm going to warm up a little and then I'll start heading back."
            "Well, what sort of information is in them?" questioned Genesis.
            "It's all about Sephiroth and what was done to him," answered Angeal. "I've only skimmed over them but I've already found a major contradiction to what Seph was told about his mother. We can go over them together when I make it back."
            "Hmm…I'm very curious now, but I'd rather not keep you. Watch your ass, Angeal."
            Angeal nodded, though the redhead couldn't see it. "I'll see you in a couple of days. Get plenty of rest, Gen."
            "Pfft…nursemaid."
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            Genesis showered, dressed and brushed his teeth. It was a blessing to be able to do those things on his own again and he checked out his reflection in the cracked, full-length mirror against the wall. He'd lost a little weight during his ordeal, but he knew he could correct that quickly with routine exercise and sparring. He thought of the kisses he'd shared with Angeal since receiving the treatment and he smirked.
            Yes…sparring with Angeal would be a most satisfying way to exercise. The big ninny could arrive at any moment and Genesis was both amused and frustrated by the butterflies in his stomach. Angeal had promised they'd take things further when he was strong enough. Well, most of his strength had returned and Genesis was more than ready to step onto the next level. He supposed he should have some concern over the risk he could be taking, changing the dynamics of his relationship with Angeal. After all, if things went sour he could lose his oldest, closest friend for good.
            Genesis frowned at the thought, his gaze reflecting back at him in the mirror. What if this really was a mistake? Angeal wasn't even the type he usually went for and he had no idea how a sexual encounter with the man would pan out. Could he take a different role, if needed? He wanted to think that he could for Angeal, but the question was, would he like it enough to do it again?
            Genesis sighed and watched as his reflected image shook its head with him. "Minerva…what am I thinking? I can't do this with him."
            The sound of the front door opening and shutting distracted him from his inner turmoil and Genesis groaned when his heart skipped a beat at the sound of Angeal's deep voice calling out to him.
            "I'm in the bedroom," called Genesis—and then he wished he'd just gone out to meet Angeal.
Interacting with the man in the privacy of the bedroom was just asking for trouble. Angeal typically slept in the recliner at the corner of the room or on the couch in the tiny living room. Hollander slept on a cot in the basement. How easy would it be to invite Angeal to share the bed with him from now on and simply toss his reservations out the window?
The man in question stepped into the room and Genesis lost his train of thought again as he looked at him. Angeal had his long coat draped over one arm and he held a briefcase in his free hand. He wore civilian clothes, though he'd had the good sense to take his Buster Sword with him for the trip. The man looked damned good in a pair of stonewashed jeans and lace-up work boots. The forest green crew shirt was just snug enough to mold nicely to his powerful torso and shoulders.
"Gen? Are you okay?"
Genesis blinked and forced his eyes off the taller man's abs. "I'm fine. I just have some water in my ear from the shower. What were you saying?"
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            Angeal couldn't quite hide his concern over Genesis' lapse in cognitive response. He eyed the redhead up and down, taking note of the slightly damp hair, the black turtleneck long-sleeve shirt and the loose black pants. He was barefoot and he smelled really good. Angeal chastised himself for focusing on these things and he resisted the urge to check Gen's temperature. He nodded at the bed and dropped his coat on the recliner.
            "Let's go over these together. Where's Hollander at?"
            "In his cave, as usual." Genesis smirked. "Don't worry; I checked on him before my shower. I believe he's abandoned his desire to wage war on ShinRa, now that he knows we intend to get the truth to Sephiroth. Maybe he believes Seph will kill Hojo for him."
            Angeal didn't smile about that. "Maybe he's not far off the mark."
He bent over to untie his boots and after removing them and setting them by his chair, he retrieved the documents and went to the bed. His grim countenance softened as he looked up at Genesis. A spark of desire lit his dark blue eyes as they traveled over Genesis' body and he looked away after a moment, clearing his throat. He patted the spot next to him in silent invitation as he opened the folder to start reading.
Despite his misgivings and uncertainty, Genesis joined him and together, they began to read. Angeal's arm went around his shoulders after the first page and Genesis instinctively leaned into his embrace. The brunet rubbed Genesis' shoulder unconsciously as they read and the redhead settled a hand over Angeal's knee. Somehow, they ended up lying on their sides with Angeal spooning up against Genesis' back and reading over his shoulder.
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            "Well," Genesis said after they finished reading the files. "That does shed some light on things. We obviously have to get this information to Sephiroth."
            Angeal closed up the folder and he leaned over Genesis' prone body to drop the files back into the briefcase that sat on the floor. "We will." He eased back and nuzzled his jaw. "First, I want to give you a couple more days to rest. We have to bring Hollander with us and keep him carefully monitored, too."
            He smiled when Genesis shivered in response to his affectionate actions. He put an arm around the redhead, remembering his promise to him days ago when they first kissed. He drew Genesis tight against him and he kissed the shell of his ear, drawing another little shiver from him. He was hardening quickly with excitement, impassioned by the intimacy of the moment. He'd fantasized so often about this. Genesis was a gorgeous creature by anyone's standards, but his brilliance and passion attracted Angeal as much as his lithe body and good looks. He deliberately rocked against Gen's backside, letting him feel how hard he was getting in his jeans. The heavy, indrawn breath that issued from the redhead's mouth assured him that the message was well-received.
            "Angeal," Genesis murmured huskily as the big man slid his hand over his abdomen and started to tug his shirt up.
He turned his head to look at him and Angeal kissed him deeply, too impassioned and eager to notice the ambiguous note in his voice. Genesis made this sound in his throat that worked like gasoline on a fire to Angeal's libido. He'd never heard the redhead make a sound like that before. It was needy and sexy and a little desperate—like he was trying to hold it back but couldn't quite manage it. Angeal groaned into the kiss and he reminded himself to be patient. Rushing this was the last thing he wanted to do.
He pushed his hand up under Gen's shirt and he briefly explored the tight expanse of his stomach. He stroked the smooth muscles with a battle-roughened palm before stroking back down, below the navel. Genesis' tongue performed an intriguing dance against his and it emboldened Angeal. He dropped his hand even lower and he cupped his palm over the tented crotch of Gen's pants. The motions of the redhead's lips and tongue grew more aggressive and he made a different sound. This one was like a cross between a purr and a growl. Genesis suddenly broke the kiss and rolled over in Angeal's embrace, until he was facing him.
"Genes—" Angeal began in surprise, only to have the redhead's mouth crush against his.
The next thing he knew, he was on his back with Genesis stretched out on top of him, rubbing his body sensually against his. Their mouths parted again and Gen's eyes were aglow with lusty intensity as he lifted his head to look down at him.
"I've revised my opinion," Genesis murmured breathlessly. "I can absolutely do this with you and I don't care how it happens."
Angeal stared up at him, thrilled and confused at once. "Okay…that's…good. Genesis, is there something—mmpft."
He was kissing him again—practically sucking his tongue down his throat. Angeal impulsively cupped the twin mounds of Genesis' ass as the redhead straddled his hips. He mumbled in surprise when Genesis' teeth scraped against his tongue, biting down lightly. Nobody had ever done that to him while kissing before. He rubbed his hands over the smaller man's firm bottom and he ground his arousal against Gen's through the layers of their clothes. He was caught somewhere between anxiety, lust and euphoria. When Genesis broke the kiss and outright licked the side of his face, Angeal was stunned to his toes. He was driven to aggression a moment later, when Genesis purred in his ear.
"That's it," grunted the muscular fighter.
He grabbed Genesis' hands, interrupting their attempt to undo his pants. He bucked beneath the redhead and as he lifted him off the mattress, he rolled onto him and pinned him down. A flush of heightened color bloomed over Genesis' cheekbones, driving away the lingering pallor of illness. His eyes flashed up at Angeal challengingly and he smirked at him as the big man's hips settled between his thighs.
"So I take it you intend to take advantage of me, now?" He was breathing heavily and his fingers entwined with Angeal's.
Angeal couldn't think of anything witty to say to that. He merely nodded silently at him and he put all the intensity of his desire behind his gaze. Genesis sobered and for a second, he almost looked scared. Angeal eased up on his hold and he lowered his mouth to Gen's for another kiss—a gentle one, this time. He didn't try to reassure his companion with promises of gentle handling and he didn't ask if he wanted to stop. The former would have only provoked eye-rolling and the latter would have made him seem uncertain to the redhead. Confidence was important, when dealing with Genesis Rhapsodos.
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            The whiskers on Angeal's chin tickled a bit when they brushed against his skin, but in a pleasant way. A lot of Soldiers stopped growing facial hair after having Mako treatments—including Genesis and Sephiroth—but some like Angeal were apparently too manly for that. Genesis couldn't quite bring himself to submit completely, even though it was surprisingly erotic to be the one held down for a change. He thrust his tongue into Angeal's mouth, wrestling it down with ease as he vied for dominance in the kiss. The small victory made him feel a bit more secure and he slacked off on his resistance against Angeal's restraining hold on him.
            "Genesis," Angeal murmured, breaking the kiss to move his lips over his jaw and throat again. His voice was a low, sexy drone against the redhead's skin and it made another shiver pass through his spine.
            "I need my hands," Genesis insisted as the urge to explore that hard, muscular body became overwhelming.
            He half-expected Angeal to hesitate, but he immediately released his hands and supported his weight on his elbows, giving Genesis free reign to touch him at will. Pleasantly surprised by the compliance, Genesis curved his hands over the broad expanse of Angeal's shoulders. He kneaded them as he turned his head to the side, encouraging the touch of Angeal's lips against his throat. He gasped softly as the heavier man pushed his hips firmly between his legs to grind against him again.
Curiosity was a harsh mistress, and Genesis wasn't the sort to deny her. He slid his fingers through Angeal's dark, wind-tumbled hair and he reached between their bodies with his other hand to find out if he was right about the size of his package. His brows shot up a little when he felt how big the bulge was against his hand, but when he realized how much it was straining against the denim pants Angeal wore, he immediately took action to relieve it.
"Jeans aren't your friend when you're in this condition," Genesis informed him breathlessly as he worked to get the pants undone. "You should have let me undo these earlier."
"I was distracted," answered Angeal.
Genesis smirked. He got the pants undone and he tugged them open enough to get a hand burrowed into them and beneath the boxer briefs he wore. Angeal lifted his head to look down at him and Genesis watched his expression as he felt him up. The warmth in his cheeks returned and he admired the thickness and length of the straining shaft he was rubbing.
"Impressive," complimented Genesis truthfully. "Why am I not surprised?"
Angeal's hips shifted as he instinctively pushed against Genesis' fondling hand. As befitting his nature, he didn't let the compliment go to his head—so to speak. He lowered his mouth to Genesis' again and he kissed him. It was slow and sensual at first, but as the redhead's touch drove him to a greater state of excitement, his aggression grew. He unbuttoned Genesis' pants and exposed him, murmuring a husky endearment as he curled his hand around his jutting arousal.
Genesis was a little astonished to hear a whimper burst from his own lips as Angeal's big, strong hand stroked him from root to tip with perfect friction and control. The sound seemed to encourage the other man and his tongue delved into Genesis' mouth demandingly, probing and stroking in a territorial way. Genesis responded just as aggressively and somehow, their tongues started trading dominance of the kiss as easily as if they'd signed some bizarre contract while their owners looked away.
Genesis started to push Angeal's pants down over his hips, wanting to free that big cock of his completely from its restraints. Angeal tugged Genesis' shirt up to expose his stomach and chest. He broke the kiss again to worship the revealed flesh with his lips, while still stroking Genesis' erection steadily with one hand. Angeal shifted on top of him after a few moments and he stopped what he was doing to pull Genesis' pants down and off. Genesis watched with surprise as the dark, loose pants flew across the room. He barely had time to marvel at Angeal's speed and efficiency before the big man urged his hand away from his groin, positioned his arms above his head and peeled Genesis' shirt off.
True, he hadn't been wearing underwear beneath his pants but Genesis honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten naked this fast.
"Damn, Hewley...did you take a course in stripping people or—"
Genesis looked up at his companion and his words lodged in his throat at the look on Angeal's face. The larger man was staring down at him like he was something beautiful. Other men had looked at Genesis that way before, but it was a bit of a shock to see Angeal doing it. His newly discovered blush factor rose again and Genesis was horrified to feel a brief twinge of shyness. He made himself meet Angeal's gaze boldly, ignoring his uncommonly ukish moment of vulnerability.
"Well?"
Angeal took the bait. Other men had tried to dominate encounters with Genesis before and their efforts were always too crass, obnoxious or just plain selfish. Angeal, however, seemed to understand that his partner needed care and stimulation before moving on to other things. His hands and lips found just the right spots and they lingered long enough to make Genesis forget that he didn't usually prefer it this way. Likewise, the redhead demonstrated his erotic skills and he tested Angeal, trying to find out how far he could go with his foreplay without freaking him out.
Genesis' habit of speaking his mind snuck up on him again. Vulnerable with pleasure and need, he let Angeal know how he felt about the prospect of bottoming for him—in a manner of speaking. He encouraged Angeal to perform some frottage with him and as their erections pressed together under their stroking hands, Genesis panted his thoughts aloud.
"Do you think you can take me, Hewley?"
Angeal pulled back to look down at him, his handsome features strained with pleasure and lust. "I didn't know we were competing," he gasped.
Genesis realized what he'd said, but it was too late to take it back. His curiosity was burning inside of him anyhow and he had a penchant for kink. "Show me what you've got, Angeal. If you can tame me, I'm all yours."
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            For a moment, Angeal thought he was kidding. The hot, aqua gaze remained challenging on him and he realized he was serious. For someone like Genesis, it was all or nothing. Angeal was already so impassioned and desperate for this to happen, he was more than happy to rise to the challenge. He glanced down and gave a little smirk of his own. If he "rose" any more, he'd make a good flagpole.
            "So you need to be mastered, is that it?" He should have been embarrassed to play along with this, but it came easily to him with Gen for some reason.
            "If you think you have what it takes," agreed the redhead with a sultry half-smile. "I only give in to those who earn it, Hewley. Show me you're worthy."
            Angeal thought about asking him just how he expected him to do that, but he suspected he knew already. Roleplaying with Gen was nothing new to him, after all—they'd just never done it like this before. He shrugged and smiled down at him.
            "Okay."
            He almost laughed at Genesis' reaction to his immediate agreement. As he stared up at him in bewilderment, Angeal tried to roll him onto his stomach. Genesis fought him with surprising strength, bucking him off and rolling him onto his back. His mouth descended to Angeal's while the bigger man was trying to work out what was happening. The kiss was punishing...almost painful. Angeal growled and kissed him back, his primal senses kicking in quickly. They wrestled together on the bed and Genesis was no pushover, despite his lesser weight and weakened condition.
Angeal's shirt got torn off—literally—but he kept his pants on. He varied his techniques between worshipping Genesis' sleek body and restraining it as best he could.
            "Ow!" complained Angeal when the redhead bit his earlobe.
            "Big baby," murmured Genesis. He sucked on the spot and wrapped his naked thighs around Angeal's waist to keep him from getting away.
            Again, Angeal was tempted to ask him what exactly he wanted, but the tug of his lips on his earlobe made his eyes lose focus. Gen's naked erection pressed against his stomach, smearing precum against it. It made Angeal want to flip him upside down and suck him off until he screamed. Chagrined by the intensity of his lusty thoughts, the big man started fighting a battle on two fronts; one to subdue his companion and the other to control his lust.
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            Genesis' struggles were half sincere and half playful. He was challenging himself as much as Angeal, testing his own resolve to see if he could really do this. Angeal was playing his part brilliantly and Genesis had a close call when the bigger man managed to pin him down and jack him off for a few moments. He decided that he absolutely loved the feel of Angeal's hands on his body. Likewise, he couldn't get enough of the feel of Angeal's pecs, six-pack and biceps under his hands. Though he sometimes gained the upper hand, Angeal always got him subdued again and each time, Genesis enjoyed it a little more.
            Without consciously choosing to, he began to relax under Angeal's attentions, slowly giving in to him. The other man sensed it and he eased up a bit, rewarding Genesis with softer kisses and less weight on him. When the redhead tensed, Angeal clamped down and held him there until he relaxed again. His denim pants were still mostly on and they rubbed against Genesis' legs as Angeal shifted on top of him.
            "Fuck me, Angeal," demanded Genesis breathlessly.
He rubbed his cheek against the big man's chin whiskers and arched beneath him, doing his best to convey his needs with body language as well as words. The sun was setting outside and the sparsely decorated room was growing dim.
            Angeal released his wrists and lowered his head to his for another kiss. This one was leisurely, sensual and demanding at once. Genesis combed his fingers through Angeal's perspiration-dampened hair and returned the kiss, a little uncertain of what to do, now. He knew what other men in his position would typically do, but he wasn't like them.
            "I bought some things," whispered Angeal against Genesis' mouth. He nodded at his coat, lying against the chair. "I picked them up on the way back, just in case."
            Genesis copped another feel of Angeal's stiffened cock and he chuckled. "Please tell me at least one of them is lubricant."
            Angeal smiled a little and he caressed his face. "Of course."
            Genesis took a slow breath and nodded. "Then go get it."
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            Angeal could tell Genesis wasn't entirely at ease as he stripped the rest of his clothes off, got the items and joined him in the bed again. He coaxed him to lie on his back and rest his ankles on his shoulders as he prepared him and he watched his face carefully. He considered rolling him over onto his stomach, but he really wanted to be face to face with him for their first time. Genesis was snug...very snug. Angeal noticed the discomfort on his face and he gentled his actions. Kinky dominance play was all well and good, but he'd be damned if he was going to risk causing real damage to his companion.
            Genesis bore down when Angeal thrust his fingers, making penetration easier. He licked his lips and looked up at Angeal when the resistance faded. Angeal gave the redhead's condom-sheathed erection a couple of gentle pulls before lubing his own up and positioning himself. He bent Genesis' knees toward his chest for greater exposure and he stroked his hip with is free hand. Genesis obligingly lifted his hips and he cupped Angeal's bottom encouragingly.
            When he pressed into the lube-slick entrance to Genesis' body, Angeal wasn't prepared for the look of confused bewilderment on his companions' face. He thought it was odd, since Gen told him he'd been with other men before, after Angeal had kissed him. He carefully withdrew and eased back in a little deeper, clenching his jaw on a groan of pleasure. Genesis' fingertips dug into his buttocks and his face bore an expression of such helpless, amazed pleasure that Angeal was forced to hold still and suck in a few quick, sharp breaths.
            "Is it...all right?" Angeal queried in a strained voice, willing his excitement down.
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            "Genesis, please...answer me. Are you...okay?"
            Genesis focused on Angeal's tense, worried face and he realized he'd moaned like a whore. He panted softly, trying to cope with the unexpected sensations he was feeling. The second time Angeal's dick slid into his body, it passed over something that caused a jolt to go through him and now it was resting intimately against it, putting pressure on it that made his erection throb.
            "Oh yes," breathed Genesis impulsively, closing his eyes. He was too enthralled by the sensations to bother attempting to put on an act. "I'm very...very okay, Angeal. More."
            Angeal's expression relaxed a bit with relief and he smiled faintly at him. "You had me worried."
            "I don't feel you pumping," warned Genesis, desperately wanting to feel that zing again. He squirmed fitfully, guessing it must have been his prostate. No wonder some ukes whined like that when they were getting it.
            "My apologies," offered Angeal with a breathless chuckle. He pulled out to the tip and pushed slowly back in, going deeper, this time. "Better?"
            Genesis' eyes fluttered shut and he bit his lip, nodding. He patted Angeal on the side of his left buttock demandingly and the big man took the hint. He edged in a little deeper with each thrust, until he was able to fill Genesis completely.
            "Unh...oh...g-goddess..."
            Angeal's lips moved against Genesis' parted mouth, distorting the shaken cry. His thrusts gained more force as Genesis' body adjusted to the intrusion and he grunted and groaned softly as he moved. His hips rolled smoothly and he pushed Genesis' knees further back as he gained confidence. Genesis started clawing at the sheets and tossing his head as the pleasure won out over the initial discomfort. Unpracticed with this role, he could only shift beneath Angeal and gasp encouragement to him. His peak approached with astonishing haste and Genesis yelled as he came hard into his condom.
            "Oh hell," panted Genesis helplessly. "Angeal...you fiend."
            Angeal gave him a strained smile. "Call me whatever...you want." He began to move again and he stared down at Genesis with open admiration. "I'll do...whatever it takes...to make you look like that."
            Genesis smiled back at him and he found that even though he was spent, the other man's persistent thrusts still felt good. In fact, he found himself hardening again after several minutes. Angeal was good about coupling the motions of his hips with the skill of his hands. He fondled, caressed and massaged Genesis' body as he rocked against him. When Angeal groaned and tensed over him, Genesis followed him into climax and filled his condom a second time. It wasn't as intense as the first one, but Genesis sure as hell wasn't going to complain.
            Angeal released Genesis from his semi-folded position and he stretched out on top of him, still buried inside of him. He kissed him slowly, his nostrils flaring as he panted for breath. Genesis returned the kiss, still dazed by the whole thing. He exhaled slowly when he felt Angeal begin to withdraw and he deliberately relaxed to make it easier. He stroked the brunet's sweaty, muscular chest as Angeal re-positioned himself beside him on the bed.
            "You made it very hard for me to hold back," Angeal confessed between kisses.
            "Oh?" Genesis smirked, still catching his breath as well. "Well, I confess...you shook my composure, too. I was beginning to think I'd need a gag."
            Angeal looked down at the results of their pleasure. He gave Genesis one last, lingering kiss as he removed both their condoms. "I'll go and flush these. I'll bring back a washcloth."
            Genesis nodded, pleasantly exhausted and satisfied—despite the burn in his nether region.
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            The next morning, Genesis woke up to the feel of Angeal's hard, naked body spooning his. He opened his eyes and he recalled everything they had done the evening before. Now that he wasn't in the heat of passion, he experienced an interesting blur of shame, resentment, amazement and then amusement—in that exact order. Angeal's breath stirred his hair and his arm was around his waist. It was difficult to resent the man for making him a screaming uke when all that powerful flesh was pressed up against him. It would take time to get used to it, but last night proved that he was indeed capable of switching roles and enjoying it—at least with Angeal.
            "Mm, Gen?" Angeal stirred and lifted his head.
            Genesis rolled his eyes. "Whom else would you be lying here naked with? Hollander?"
            "Not funny," grunted Angeal. He kissed Genesis' temple and squeezed him. "Did you sleep okay?"
            That was another thing Genesis wasn't used to...morning-after intimacy. It wasn't unpleasant with Angeal, though. "I slept like the dead. I think a hot bath might be in order, before I start the day."
            "I'm sorry if you're sore," apologized Angeal. He rubbed his arm. "I could—"
            "Don't," sighed Genesis. He rolled over to face him and he looked into his sleepy blue eyes. "You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything a little too right. A cock like yours would make anyone sore in the morning, no matter how you use it, so quit apologizing."
            Angeal lowered his eyes modestly. "If you say so. You should go and draw your bath. I'll get breakfast ready and check on Hollander."
            "I concur." Genesis tugged the sheets aside and all but rolled out of bed, wincing at the soreness between his buttocks. He grabbed a pair of track pants out of the wardrobe and he tugged them on without his usual grace.
            "Genesis?"
            The redhead was absorbed in tying off the waist of his track pants. "Hmm?"
            "What did you mean when you said I did everything 'too right'?"
            Genesis kept his eyes downcast and his expression neutral. "Nothing. That was just nonsensical morning babble on my part."
            He wasn't ready to admit to Angeal that he'd turned him from a hardcore seme into a willing uke in one night.
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            It was clear by the looks Hollander gave them at breakfast that he knew what happened between them last night. Angeal felt unreasonably embarrassed at first, but he got over it quickly with the inner reminder that he and Genesis did nothing wrong. It wasn't Hollander's place to judge their relationship, either.
            "We'll leave in a couple of days," Angeal said after they finished eating and cleaning up. "Hollander, you know you'll be going straight into custody once we get things cleared up with ShinRa, don't you?"
            Hollander looked at Genesis. "I'm aware of that. What about him?"
            Genesis sighed. "I've already decided to cooperate, so long as they don't try to execute me." He looked at Angeal. "I have a renewed interest in life, these days."
            Hollander obviously caught the subtle reference and he looked between the two young men with a disconcerted expression. He finally grunted and went back into the basement. Genesis watched him go and he tilted his head, leaning in close to Angeal.
            "It doesn't look like 'Daddy' approves of us."
            Angeal gave him a disturbed look that wasn't feigned in the least. "Please, don't call him that. Not even jokingly."
            Genesis glanced at him sidelong. "You're uptight. What's the issue?"
            Angeal sighed. "The 'issue' is there's a good chance they'll want to arrest and detain you, if not both of us."
            "And you're worried they'll hold me indefinitely or try to execute me," guessed Genesis. "Believe me, Hewley, I'll only remain under their tender care for so long before I decide to take my leave. I'm willing to do this for the sake of exposing the corruption that led to us being here in the first place, but I'm not interested in being their scapegoat."
            Angeal gazed into his eyes and nodded. Since they were alone in the kitchen, he kissed his companion on the mouth. "I'll hold you to that, Genesis."
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