Angels In Flight

Author's Note: The song for Part VII is 'What If This Storm Ends? (Part I of The Lightning Strike) by Snow Patrol.

Well, this is the seventh and final part of this little series. It'll be nice n' angsty, but full of fluff. And it's also total smut. Enjoy. Thanks to all of you who reviewed, and stay tuned for future Seph/Gen.

Part VII

What If This Storm Ends?

Wind snapped around Sephiroth, roaring in his ears and tossing his hair and coat. Flying leaves and ripped-up grass lashed at his skin, dust burning his eyes. He was chilled to the bone and felt everything perfectly... as if he were actually in a body.

But he wasn't. He was simply a projection of his own spirit; able to act on and be acted upon by the physical world. In essence, he was a ghost. He was dead. That clever blond boy-- Cloud-- had succeeded where almost anyone else would have failed. He had taken advantage of the fact that Jenova seemed incapable of accessing Sephiroth's true power. He had taken the chance that Sephiroth had granted him in a moment of victory over 'Mother's' irresistible will.

She had invaded his mind, made his body a tool-- a puppet-- and constructed a new personality in his brain to do her bidding, but she had not taken his soul. He was still whole. And he was here to see what he had done. What he needed to repent for.

Meteor.

The great orb hung in the sky, large as a moon and crimson as blood. Black clouds swirled and thrashed overhead, encircling the rock as the atmosphere was whipped into a frenzy. Lightning forked from cloud to cloud and occasionally struck the ground; the wind the only thing keeping the tinder-dry earth from erupting in flame. Thunder blasted in Sephiroth's ears and shook the ground beneath his feet.

So this is what Mother wanted.... he mused.

Standing on a rocky ledge overlooking Midgar, Sephiroth couldn't help but be awestruck by the demonstration of raw power before him.

Despite the maelstrom he could hear the soft sounds of someone approaching. The snap of windblown leather was the first noise he caught, but as whoever it was drew closer he picked out the sound of heeled boots in the dirt; the clink of metal buckles and the barely audible brush of leather on leather as its wearer moved.

It almost sounded like...

"Hello, Sephiroth."

What if this storm ends?
And I don't see you
As you are now
Ever again

Sephiroth gasped in a sharp breath. There was only one man with that voice. One man who would speak his name with such reverence. Such affection. He was hesitant to turn, afraid he would find nothing but an illusion. But then again, was he himself not an illusion?

With a steadying breath he turned, feeling jolts of anticipation and excitement leap through him when a dramatic fall of scarlet leather appeared in his peripheral vision. His heart pounding, Sephiroth spun fully around, stopping when he faced his lover.

No evidence of his ordeals marred him. His wing was nowhere to be seen, his skin rosy, his eyes bright, his hair holding no trace of the once bleached, dead strands. He stood with his back straight, his face split with a warm smile, and Sephiroth couldn't help but smile back at the man who held his everything.

Genesis Rhapsodos.

"How are you here?" Sephiroth asked, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Genesis smiled even wider, his eyes sparkling as he stepped closer. "Like you, I am a projection. My body still slumbers where you left me." Eyes like the Wutaian sky locked on Sephiroth's, full of affection and love and a million things Sephiroth didn't even have words for.

He watched, emotions nearly choking him, as Genesis moved-- catlike grace in every motion. It had been too long since he'd seen his lover; and even longer since he'd seen him healthy. The sheer rush of feeling at the normalcy of it all was overwhelming.

Genesis reached him, looping his arms around Sephiroth's waist as if the last seven years hadn't happened. There was no hesitation in him.

"Are we okay?" the redhead asked.

Without any hesitation of his own, Sephiroth nodded. "Of course."

Genesis sighed. "Good... I was worried that after everything I said..." He trailed off.

"That I wouldn't take you back?"

"Something like that." Genesis leaned into Sephiroth, resting his head on Sephiroth's right shoulder as he felt strong, black-clad arms encircle him.

Sephiroth nuzzled into Genesis' hair, letting the spicy scent of cinnamon fill his nostrils. Cinnamon, wild flowers, and mako-laced maleness. Weaving his fingers into the soft, auburn tresses, Sephiroth closed his eyes, ignoring the storm around them and losing himself in the warmth of Genesis' embrace.

"I missed this," Genesis remarked. "From day one, this is what I missed. Just being held against you."

Sephiroth remained silent a moment, leaning his head against Genesis'. "I love you."

"I love you too, Seph."

Genesis' lips brushed Sephiroth's neck, planting soft, gentle kisses. Sephiroth hummed his approval in his throat, relaxing into the attentions.

Without warning, Genesis pushed himself back, standing with Sephiroth at arm's length. His expression grew serious, even as he flamboyantly flipped his fringe from his eyes.

The perfect halo
Of cold hair and lightning
Sets you off against
The Planet's last dance

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" he asked, azure carefully studying Sephiroth's teal depths. "No matter what she makes of you, or does to you, you will always be innocent. You will always be beautiful, and you will always be a good person."

Sephiroth gulped, not saying anything for fear that his composure would break. When his silence continued, Genesis spoke again.

"I wanted to say that, because I don't think you believe it."

"I know I'm innocent--"

"Of course you do," Genesis replied. "Stupid is something you've never been. But I don't think you believe you're a good person." He watched raw pain flash through Sephiroth's eyes. "You hate that you can't resist her, and blame yourself for what she does with that control."

One thing Sephiroth had never been able to do was lie to Genesis, and so he said nothing. Genesis had hit the nail on the head and there was no denying to be done.

"Say something," Genesis pleaded as the silence stretched.

"I'm sorry," Sephiroth replied, his voice going hoarse and quiet.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Genesis closed the distance between them once more, wrapping his arms around Sephiroth and pulling him close.

Sephiroth took a breath to steady his heaving emotions and kissed the top of Genesis' head. "Sometimes its easy to forget that." He closed his eyes. "So... beautiful?"

Genesis grinned. "Absolutely. How could you be anything but?" His arms wove up to drape over Sephiroth's shoulders. Genesis' body pressed against Sephiroth's from knee to chest, bathing them in a glorious, intimate warmth.

Genesis let his eyes wander over his tortured lover. His pale ivory skin that moved sinuously over firm muscles; striking teal eyes. The cat pupils, wide in the dark. Soft lips curved into a smile as those eyes shut in contentment; long, silver eyelashes catching what light there was.

Forks of lightning branched behind them, lighting the dramatic fall of silver hair as it was tossed by the wind. For one, fleeting moment Sephiroth looked like an angel. Glowing silver and white against swirling black and burning red.

"Next to you I am nothing," Sephiroth whispered into Genesis' ear, kissing that perfect jawline. His arms molded around the slender body of the other man, keeping them pressed together.

"As flattering as that is, it's not true," Genesis replied, laughter in his voice. He inclined his head, allowing Sephiroth better access to the tender skin of his throat. "You are... perfection."

Sephiroth felt warm, questing hands slip down his chest and around his belts to sweep over his buttocks. With a wicked grin, Genesis squeezed. Sensation jolted through Sephiroth's body like heated lances and he growled his approval.

"Like that, huh?" the redhead purred, rocking his hips against Sephiroth's teasingly. He heard the air leave Sephiroth's lungs in a loud groan and felt a stirring within the other man's leather pants. As he felt himself beginning to respond in kind, he pulled Sephiroth into a deep kiss, plunging his tongue into the other man's mouth-- in and out, mimicking what they were undoubtedly about to do.

Sephiroth's hips bucked forward and Genesis felt a decidedly thick, hard ridge press against his own. Moving in languid motions, he writhed against Sephiroth, friction building between their bodies as they rutted through the restricting fabric of their clothing.

"I missed you," Sephiroth breathed, hands gripping the crimson collar of Genesis' coat.

Just for a minute
The silver forked sky
Lit you up like a star
That I will follow

Another flash of lightning bathed Sephiroth in a fleeting, divine glow and Genesis groaned. He felt as if he were being caressed by a god.

Eager fingers unclasped the buckle of Sephiroth's coat, pushing the long, heavy, black garment from his shoulders, hearing the steel pauldrons clang as they hit the soft ground. Genesis ran his leather-clad hands over Sephiroth's ivory skin, unclipping the black bracers that crisscrossed his chest. Keeping his touches feather-light, Genesis thumbed a nipple, listening as Sephiroth's breath hitched.

The redhead ducked to lick the nape of his lover's neck. He'd always loved how sensitive Sephiroth could be, twitching at the slightest touch, and the other man didn't disappoint. As Genesis' warm, wet tongue slipped over his skin Sephiroth groaned deeply, eyes fluttering closed to hide the pupils wide with arousal. His silver-haired head dropped back to allow Genesis unfettered access to his long neck, which Genesis took immediate advantage of. Biting, kissing, licking, and sucking the vulnerable flesh, Genesis watched Sephiroth's face, reveling in the pleasure he was causing his lover.

"You don't feel like a projection," Sephiroth remarked breathily.

"What do I feel like?" Genesis asked, a cheeky edge to his voice.

"A man," was Sephiroth's simple reply.

"Well, last time I checked..."

"You know what I mean."

Genesis drew himself to his full height-- almost looking Sephiroth in the eye. "Yes. I know what you mean."

He felt his red trench slip from his slender shoulders, joining Sephiroth's on the grassy earth as the taller man's hands pushed it off. The lack of it exposed Genesis' sleeveless, black turtleneck. Bare arms shone in the unnatural light of Meteor; red gloves like blood against pearly skin.

Sephiroth drew Genesis' hand up to his face, catching the crimson material of his glove in his teeth, pulling it slowly from the fingers beneath. His eyes remained fixed on Genesis' as he did so-- noting the wonder in their azure depths. He repeated the action with the other glove, letting it fall to the grass and staring into endless blue.

"May I?" Genesis asked, his now-bare hand taking hold of Sephiroth's.

"Of course."

Genesis smiled, snaring the black leather between perfect white teeth. Sephiroth felt his heart stutter as Genesis' eyes sparkled, holding Sephiroth's gaze as if they held the power to hypnotize. He shuddered at the sensation of Genesis' teeth scraping down his middle finger before gripping the leather of the second glove.

The garment slipped softly from his fingers, silky liner tickling Sephiroth's flesh, nearly blowing away as Genesis released it.

His hands now bare, Sephiroth reached out to cup Genesis' cheeks, brushing windblown strands from his eyes. Wordlessly, his own eyes swept Genesis, barely able to comprehend the magnitude of emotions welling in him. Smiling in an uncharacteristically affectionate way, Sephiroth slid his hands down Genesis' front; unclipping his bracers and unclasping the leather belt emblazoned with the SOLDIER emblem. Genesis neither spoke nor moved as he did so-- simply gazing into Sephiroth's feline eyes.

Delicate, nigh-feminine fingers danced over Sephiroth's flesh as idle hands found purchase on his bare chest. Sephiroth drew a sharp breath at the jolt of sensation the brief touches produced. It was overwhelming to be able to feel again.

Those fingers soon found the clasps of Sephiroth's SOLDIER belt, flicking them open and tossing the heavy leather aside. As he did so, Sephiroth ducked his head, kissing down the side of Genesis' neck to where clinging black fabric obscured the flesh beneath.

His fingers curled under the bottom edge of the garment, slowly, teasingly drawing it up to expose Genesis' stomach and chest. He let his hands flutter against cool skin before slipping the turtleneck off completely.

Genesis looked stunning in the unearthly light cast by the roiling monstrosity above them. His milky flesh reflected the reddish tint; his eyes still glowing mako blue. Red hair like a halo of fire framed his face; plump, painted lips dark in the stormy night. His bare chest heaved with panted breaths, nipples erect in the cool wind. Sephiroth leaned, catching the pink nubs with his teeth, his tongue teasing them-- eliciting low groans from Genesis.

He continued down until he was on his knees. It was a struggle to go so slowly as he fumbled with the silver buckles of Genesis' tall, heeled boots. When the constricting belts were removed, the boots slipped off with no fanfare. Genesis stepped out of his own socks, his hands heading for the twin belts at his waist.

Sephiroth batted them away, smiling as he unbuckled them instead, sweeping the leather straps out of the loops in one smooth motion. His own belts were sliding free, removed by the deft hands of his lover when he grasped the button of Genesis' obsidian leather pants. He could feel the heated hardness underneath the material as he drew down the zipper, and he grinned when Genesis groaned and pressed his hips against Sephiroth's hands.

Sephiroth wasted no time in removing the final garment that separated him from his lover, throwing it aside. When his eyes returned to Genesis, the redhead was standing there smiling and gloriously nude.

Now it's found us
Like I have found you
I don't want to run
Just overwhelm me

A ferocious lust that Sephiroth hadn't felt in a long time rushed through him as he rose to his feet-- impatiently unbuckling his boots and stepping free of them, along with his socks, before making his way to the mercurial being in front of him.

Equally impatient hands practically tore his leather trousers from his hips and Sephiroth grinned at the show of haste.

"You have no patience, my love," he remarked.

"I'm not in the mood for patience," Genesis replied. "It has been much too long since we last did this!"

"I know," Sephiroth replied, stepping out of the bunched leather at his ankles. "I wish I could say it would be different now."

Genesis placed a slender finger to Sephiroth's lips, silencing him. "Hush. I don't want to talk about the bad things. I just... I want to pretend that nothing's wrong."

Sephiroth's throat tightened at his lover's words, but he nodded. "So do I."

"Good." Genesis wove his arms around Sephiroth's bare shoulders, pressing their naked bodies together. "Then let's pretend." He leaned forward to press his lips to Sephiroth's and they met halfway. Sephiroth groaned into the kiss, feeling lips slide against each other. Yes, it had been far too long.

Genesis' tongue gently swept Sephiroth's bottom lip, asking for admittance, which Sephiroth gladly granted. Warm, slick flesh slid past his teeth and plundered his mouth, stroking and caressing what it could reach. The motion took on a distinct thrusting, emulating what was to come.

Sephiroth allowed his hands to wander, stroking down Genesis' smooth back, over his lean sides and the flare of his girlish hips. He finally stopped at Genesis' buttocks, squeezing enough to make the redhead moan. He felt Genesis' cock twitch against his own, growing moist with precum as his lover rocked impatient hips against his. Sephiroth returned the favour, grinding against Genesis until a soft, whispery sound escaped him and his knees started to give out.

He didn't allow Genesis to fall, keeping the trembling man held to him; supporting his weight and breaking the kiss to bite and nip at his lover's throat. Genesis' eyes were shut tight, his grip unyielding on Sephiroth's shoulders as he keened, his breathing shallow and rapid. He was close.

Genesis reeled in sensation-- sensation that he had lacked for so long. Pleasurable jolts leapt up his spine and down his arms and legs. His toes and fingers tingled, his muscles tight. A heavy ache had settled in his hips, his body begging for the release he didn't yet want to give it.

"Seph, not yet. Please," Genesis hoarsely cried.

Sephiroth eased his movements, slowing until their hips were still; warm, slick bodies pressed together. Both men had an iron grip on the other-- Genesis' fingers already leaving bruises on Sephiroth's shoulders. Heavy pants were the only thing they could hear over the rush of blood in their ears.

Sephiroth could feel Genesis' breath on his throat, hot and moist. Just like the rest of him.

"Fuck me, Seph..." Genesis whispered. "Take me, ravish me. The way you used to, when you'd pin me to the floor of your office and have me. When you didn't even wait for a 'yes' because you knew I wanted it."

Genesis felt Sephiroth smile against his temple. "Your wish is my command, my love."

He felt the gentle push as Sephiroth guided him down to his knees. The temptation to wrap his lips around Sephiroth's weeping erection was almost irresistible, but Sephiroth was already laying him down in the silky grass, and all thoughts of anything else were forced from his mind by the sure caresses of long, firm fingers.

"Gods... how do you do that?" Genesis asked, his voice a husky whisper.

"Do what?" Sephiroth replied, his eyes fixing on Genesis.

"Make me feel like a damn blushing virgin every time..."

Sephiroth's smile was shy and Genesis thought for a moment that his lover was going to blush. But the innocence such a response would require had long since fled the General's heart. Sephiroth said nothing but Genesis knew the other man's mannerisms well enough to know that it was because he didn't know what to say.

Genesis cupped Sephiroth's cheek with his palm, keeping his touch gentle and battling to restrain his lust. "It's true," he said. "Every time you make love to me it feels brand new. Comfortingly familiar, and yet, like something I've never felt."

"I didn't know..." Sephiroth swallowed hard. "I don't know how either."

Genesis laughed-- an open, unguarded, merry sound that Sephiroth had feared he would never hear again.

"You're still so naive...!" His words-- the same as those he'd uttered in the reactor-- were no longer bitter, but amazed. And almost grateful. "She hasn't changed you at all."

"I'm glad," Sephiroth muttered. He leaned in to kiss Genesis, shutting his eyes to immerse himself in sensation... to just feel.

Genesis' legs parted and he pulled Sephiroth between them, arms wrapping around the other man's neck as he deepened the kiss and wound his fingers in long, moonlight strands. It was like coming home.

With his eyes shut, Genesis didn't see Sephiroth move-- he only felt the heated kisses move from his mouth to his throat. He let his hands find purchase on Sephiroth's body, wandering in encouraging caresses as the other man's lips played over his neck and down his chest. Those lips found a nipple, smoothing over the hardened flesh, tongue darting out to draw lazy circles around it while warm hands caressed down his flanks.

Genesis groaned, gripping a handful of moist grass as he writhed under the constant attentions. He ached and Sephiroth's actions only intensified everything. He wanted-- needed-- more.

Sephiroth smiled as he moved to the other nipple, watching Genesis' face as the redhead squirmed and wiggled. He could feel the heat of the other man's body beneath him; the firmness of his once-more-healthy flesh. His own body was beginning to react, but he forced down his need, concentrating on his affectionate lover.

Moving down again, Sephiroth trailed his lips over Genesis' clenched stomach, hearing him gasp as he moved past his navel. As he reached the path of cinnamon hair that began to dust ivory flesh Sephiroth grasped Genesis' hips and held them down. He knew that his mercurial lover enjoyed being partially restrained and he'd discovered long ago that holding him down that way gave him great pleasure. Odd, considering his childhood, but Sephiroth didn't care.

Genesis fell silent, his eyes still shut, as the other man continued downwards. It wasn't until Sephiroth's lips closed around his straining length that he reacted.

Sephiroth smiled as Genesis howled with pleasure. He had to admit it was a struggle to keep the redhead's hips down as he bucked against the gentle restraint. Sephiroth slid down, opening his throat to accommodate his lover, an act he was more than accustomed to. He slowly adjusted, rifling through his body's reactions and shutting off his insistent gag reflex and relaxing his muscles as if it were as easy as flipping a switch.

He waited until his body had fallen under control and then swallowed, waiting for the reaction he knew was coming.

Genesis groaned, falling helplessly back into the grass. It had been long enough since they'd done this that he was having trouble keeping himself under control. He was rapidly falling towards climax and he was afraid he couldn't stop.

"Seph... if you keep doing that... I'm gonna come."

Sephiroth grinned like the damned Cheshire Cat and drew back, letting Genesis pop free of his mouth. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, a mischievous glint sparkling in cool, green-blue eyes. His hands softly caressed Genesis' hips, those eyes never once leaving his lover's.

Genesis reached down, grasping Sephiroth's hands and pulling him up until their faces were level. "You know what I want," he growled, yanking Sephiroth down until their lips met. The kiss was desperate-- deep and longing, speaking of everything they'd wanted to say for the eternity that had kept them apart.

Genesis felt his heart start to race in earnest, feeling Sephiroth's weight pressing down on him. His body knew what was next-- knew what to be ready for. Sephiroth kissed him as if he were trying to devour him-- hungry and passionate. His lean, powerful body moved over Genesis like a predatory creature; oozing dominance. And Genesis loved it.

Sephiroth briefly wetted two fingers in his mouth before reaching down between their bodies to press them to the entrance he had no trouble finding. A sharp intake of breath and a whine of impatience came from the redhead as the digits went to work, slicking the tight passage as best as possible. He waited until Genesis' face had become serene before hooking his fingers and pressing hard on his prostate.

Genesis moaned shamelessly and his body quivered, hands gripping fistfuls of grass. His eyes were screwed shut, his face twisted with impatience and desire. His back arched, trying to drive Sephiroth's fingers deeper, but instead they vanished. His complaint was lost when he opened his eyes to find Sephiroth slicking himself.

Anticipation jolted through Genesis' nerves and he looped his legs around Sephiroth's waist. Then, with a jerk, he felt his lover breach him and he groaned. Sephiroth was warm and rigid and he slid so perfectly inside, as if Genesis had been made to accommodate him. He gasped, feeling full in a way he hadn't in too long. Sephiroth stayed there, still within him, for a long time; just lying there, connected and kissing. Their caresses were deeper, more passionate, but Genesis could still feel the tenderness in Sephiroth's fingers. He toyed with auburn strands, carefully manipulating a long silver dagger earring with deft movements of his tongue.

"Please, my love... I need you," Genesis whispered, nipping at Sephiroth's earlobe. Sephiroth smiled, softly kissing Genesis' neck before drawing his hips back and pressing in once more. The slow, steady movement sent shocks of pleasure straight up Genesis' spine. Electricity tingled in his fingertips and toes and he groaned.

The thrust became a slow, languid rhythm; Sephiroth drawing out and sliding in over and over, keeping the movements torturously measured. Genesis felt himself relax and open with each inward thrust and clench around Sephiroth each time he drew out. He was barely aware of the soft mewling sounds he was making.

Sephiroth pressed down upon him from shoulders to hips, pinning him helplessly. Genesis looped his arms around Sephiroth's neck, holding on as if the other man were a lifeline.

"Faster, Seph," he groaned, meeting his lover's next thrust with his own hips. A low growl left Sephiroth's throat and he complied. His movements became a margin quicker but lost none of their precision. Each hit struck Genesis' prostate; bumping, prodding, and rubbing it until almost constant waves of ecstasy were rolling through the redhead. The pit of his stomach throbbed with need and his chest felt tight as he struggled to breathe.

Each of Sephiroth's thrusts drove Genesis against the soft, moist earth, the pressure of his weight feeling almost as good as the push and pull of his cock moving inside.

Sephiroth drew in a sharp breath as he felt Genesis clench around him, little darts of sensation singing through touch-starved nerves. The gripping heat of Genesis' body was like nothing else, and sliding to the redhead's core felt like coming home. Sephiroth moaned as he drove in again, finally letting go enough to cease to care about his volume. One by one his restraints broke away. His movements became less controlled, less measured. Groans and cries broke free from his throat.

"Oh Goddess... Harder!" Genesis shouted, his nails digging into Sephiroth's back. Sephiroth drew a hissing breath at the flare of pain and moaned softly as it melded into pleasure. He obeyed his lover without a moment's pause, roughly pumping into Genesis' compliant body, slamming his prostate. His hand slipped down to grasp a milky thigh, holding the sweat-slicked limb against his flank. His fingertips dug into soft flesh, the pressure more pleasurable to the writhing redhead than it was painful.

Genesis cried out, his shout a pitch higher than normal, his head thrown back amongst the grass. His svelte body obeyed Sephiroth's every command, yielding to him with the faintest of touches.

What if this storm ends?
And leaves us nothing
Except a memory
A distant echo

I want pinned down
I want unsettled
Rattle cage after cage
Until my blood boils

Sephiroth's hands closed around Genesis' wrists, pulling his delicate hands over his head and holding them down. The redhead purred in contentment, squirming beneath Sephiroth and meeting his punishing thrusts. His breaths were laboured pants and that glorious body glistened with sweat.

"I'm... so close, Seph," Genesis gasped.

Sephiroth smiled and kissed Genesis deeply, continuing his rhythm unrelentingly. It made him sweat despite the fact that this was nothing compared to other exertions. Genesis was moaning, crying and calling out his pleasure with wild abandon; but Sephiroth simply focused on the point where their bodies connected. That overwhelming sense of oneness.

His soft cries leaping another pitch, Genesis began to tighten. His body clenched around Sephiroth and his face flushed. Sephiroth knew it would only a few more thrusts to send him to oblivion. With unerring precision, Sephiroth drove himself into Genesis' prostate; once... twice... and on the third strike the redhead let out a keening scream. His passage clenched down hard on Sephiroth and his entire body tensed as spasms overwhelmed him.

"Sephiroth... ahh!" he cried, the last word merging into a drawn out wail, his eyes shut tight as spurts of thick, warm liquid spilled out between them. He was trembling from head to foot and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Sephiroth felt his own orgasm overtake him and thrust a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could inside his lover. He didn't even try to restrain the loud moan that broke from his throat as the world dissolved into a haze of racing hearts, rushing blood, and bone-jolting pleasure. Sephiroth's pulse roared in his ears and he panted, feeling his abdomen clench and spasm as he released deep into Genesis.

A heavy haze fell over his mind, blanketing him in groggy contentment, and the urge to sleep became almost overwhelming. He very nearly gave in.

He was reluctant to leave the warmth of his lover, but if he didn't get off him he was going to fall on him, and Sephiroth knew that Genesis wouldn't much appreciate that. Carefully pulling out, he collapsed-- boneless-- next to the still-mewling redhead.

I want to see you
As you are now
Every single day
That I am living

Sephiroth struggled to even his breathing and glanced over at Genesis. The man was beautiful. Lying there, panting and sated, his lips swollen from kissing and his body glistening with the evidence of his pleasure. Svelte and well-muscled he looked like a dancer. Every muscle was honed and trained; a warrior's body.

Genesis caught him looking and rolled to curl against his side, his fiery head rested on Sephiroth's pale chest.

"I missed you..." Genesis whispered. "I missed this."

"So did I," Sephiroth agreed, his voice a low rumble.

Genesis raised his head to glance at his lover. Silver hair pooled around him, weaving in amongst the grass. His teal eyes glowed with satisfaction and Genesis noticed the affection in his expression. He felt his cheeks go hot under the scrutiny and looked down at the smooth expanse of his love's chest.

Sephiroth chuckled, looping his fingers in Genesis' hair as the redhead blushed. "What is it, Gen?"

"You. Looking at me like that," Genesis replied, playfully slapping Sephiroth's chest. "Looking all..." he trailed off.

"Looking all what?"

"Like you didn't want to look at anything else," Genesis replied after a moment's hesitation. He felt a shyness that hadn't struck him since he was a teenager well up in his chest. What was he so nervous about? They both knew how they felt about each other; they'd stated it so many times. But tonight... tonight was different for reasons Genesis didn't quite understand.

"In the presence of a creature so beautiful, how could my eyes find anything else to rest upon?" Sephiroth asked, and Genesis' face flushed again at the poetic words.

"Gods, I hate that I have to leave..." Genesis whispered. "I hadn't realized just how much I missed your presence."

Sephiroth's face fell, his eyes shadowing. "Are you safe... where you sleep?"

Genesis glanced over at the crimson orb in the sky. "So long as she doesn't complete her descent I will be. But if Cloud and the others can't stop it..." He trailed off.

"There'll be nothing left of any of us," Sephiroth finished.

Genesis sighed, leaning his head once more on Sephiroth's chest. "Then let's enjoy the Planet's last dance... our last moments."

Painted in flames
All peeling thunder
Be the lightning in me
That strikes relentless

Sephiroth wrapped his arms around his companion. The redhead's milky skin reflected the red glow of Meteor, giving him an ethereal, demonic aura. Fitting for such a fiery, mercurial soul. The illusion was shattered when eyes as blue as the sky fluttered open. An Angel's eyes.

"When this is all over things will be better," Sephiroth promised. "And once I am free I'll find you again."

"I know you will," Genesis replied. "It was brilliant, what you did. I didn't know such a thing was possible."

"Anything for you, Gen."

With a smile the redhead curled against him and Sephiroth let his eyes close. For a moment-- however brief-- everything was perfect. Everything was right.

What if this storm ends?
And I don't see you
As you are now
Ever again.