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Summary: Genesis gets congratulated by Sephiroth in the most unexpected way. Genesis and Sephiroth start their turbulent relationship and you should all pity poor Angeal! A Collab between Soyna and BMIK
Rating: If you have read any of BMIK's or my stuff, you know this is rated Mature in nature. That means that there will be men love (yaoi), bad language and a lot of bad attitude as well.
Genesis: Soyna and Angeal (second part)

Sephiroth: BMIK and Angeal (first part)
Genesis gets comforted by Angeal and then Angeal confronts Sephrioth... so dramatic.

Meanwhile Genesis stormed down the hallway, ignoring the laughs and chuckles as he walked back naked to his apartment. He didn't allow his cheeks to color as he walked but he was seething inside at being ... used.
He had never been tossed aside before. Hewas the one that always got bored of whoever he was screwing at the moment and then moved on. Now Genesis found out that he didn't like anyone besting him at his own game.
Of all people Sephiroth.
As he stood in the elevator that was going to his apartment, he cracked opened one of the beers and downed it as quickly as he could chug it. When the doors opened on the floor he sulked past two men that backed against the wall with startled gasps.
He had to talk to Angeal.
To say that Angeal was surprised when suddenly the door banged open was an understatement. He jumped in his seat and reached for his sword in a panic, expecting a surprise attack by an unnamed enemy. His eyes grew as round as saucers when finally he noticed just who had stormed into his premises. Gaping, Angeal's eyes wandered up and down the naked figure of his friend Genesis Rhapsodos, trying to comprehend just what in the world could have happened!
"Ah … uhm." His eloquence failed him, as the young man kept staring, unable to sort his thoughts that were pretty much only 3 letters anyway: W. T. F?
On the other hand Genesis was happy to see that Angeal was still up. Not that he wouldn't have barged into his room to wake him up because he really needed to be comforted and Angeal always knew what to say.
"Sephiroth is a fucking jerk!" Genesis yelled, dropped his clothes and threw himself at Angeal, knowing that his friend would be there for him.
"There, there," Angeal murmured, patting his friend on the back and drawing him into his lap, all the while trying to ignore the fact that Genesis was naked and ... very oily. "What happened? Why is he a jerk and why do you smell of salad oil?" He kept his voice low and level, but interested. Even though he knew that he would regret asking, Genesis clearly needed to tell someone about his recent experiences.
First Genesis sniffled and then he growled.
"Sephiroth is a jerk! A complete jerk! A jerky jerk!" he complained as he pressed against Angeal. At least he could always count on him to be there for him. "He uses salad dressing and he didn't even toss my salad. Bastard, jerky jerk."
"That's not nice," Angeal affirmed dutifully. With his free hand he grabbed a soft blanket from the end of the couch and started to wrap his friend in it. With all the mako that was pumped into them they wouldn't get a cold that easily, but it was more to restore some of Genesis' shredded dignity. Angeal slowly but surely started to get fed up with Sephiroth and his antics.
"I know. He was horribly mean to me after I was being so nice to him." Genesis said as he felt himself being wrapped in the blanket and Angeal's warm hands caress his back. "It was the least he could do after groping my ass and using me as a ... a..." Genesis buried his face in Angeal's chest in an effort to make what he was going to say next less painful. "TOY!"
Angeal inwardly sighed, but kept patting his miserable and shaking friend's back. Genesis needed a shower, desperately, but Angeal bore with it. It eluded him still what exactly had happened between the two, but the mother hen in him suspected horrible horrible things. Images of his poor little Genesis helplessly ripped apart by the claws of the evil General popped up in his head and he tried to shove them away, but it wasn't that easy.
"He didn't ... rape you, did he?" Angeal therefore asked carefully, the embrace around Genesis tightening.
Genesis snorted and wiped his tears against his chest, enjoying the embrace, even though it was supposed to be Sephiroth that was cuddling with him after the amazing sex.
"Sephiroth doesn't like to cuddle and he kicked me out!" He snapped and tugged the blanket around him tighter. He was supposed to be cuddling and being caressed by Sephiroth in his bedroom and have another round before they went to sleep, preferably with him on top. "Selfish bastard doesn't have any idea of how things were supposed to work when I'm seducing him."
"I see." Angeal replied, sober, offering the tea he had made earlier to his disheveled friend. It actually didn't surprise him that much that Sephiroth wasn't the cuddly kind of guy, but throwing Genesis out naked was tactless even for him. "Did you tell him how it was supposed to be?"
Genesis took the tea and sipped it. Angeal always made him feel better.
"Of course I did!" Genesis said. "He just doesn't know how to listen very well." The tea was cool and he finished it off in a gulp and put the cup back into Angeal's hand. "Do you have anything stronger?"
Nodding, Angeal placed Genesis next to him and stood to get two glasses and a full bottle of vodka. Wise as he was he had anticipated this exact kind of situation possibly arising and the tissues weren't stored too far away either. He brought everything to the table, sat down heavily and wordlessly opened the bottle to pour Genesis a glass. "You will just have to accept that then," he said, unable to see how Genesis could possibly change anything about the situation or if he even should or wanted to.
"Why should I have expected anything less than what I should be expecting?" Genesis snorted and pulled the blanket around him a little tight. He was starting to feel really sticky and the smell of salad oil was really not that pleasant after how it was used. He watched Angeal pour the drink into the glass and lick his lips. "He should know that I have high expectations and he should expect that is what I should expect to receive."
And Angeal should have expected this rant. Genesis was pretty set on his expectations and usually people bent over backwards to fulfill the beautiful redhead's every whim, but this time things were different.
"You might have to take into consideration ... that Sephiroth doesn't care about what you want," he pointed out carefully. At least to him it didn't seem as if their friend was overly concerned on how to treat Genesis regarding to the redhead's expectations. The General used the eager young man and then after he was done he threw him aside like a boring rag doll...
"How could he not care about what I want?" Genesis snapped and took the drink from Angeal. He didn't like what Angeal said because that was exactly what happened. Sephiroth used him and played with his emotions and body for his own amusement and then ...
"Selfish bastard," Genesis muttered and waited for Angeal to sit beside him so he could lean against him again. He took another drink of liquid that was burning his throat as it went down.
Taking a large sip from his own glass, Angeal just gave a light shrug. Genesis thought that he was the center of the universe more often than not and the whole time they knew each other Angeal hadn't managed to convince him otherwise. So he didn't try now. He would sit here and listen to his friend's complaints and then he would pay Sephiroth a visit tomorrow and hope they could figure out a reasonable solution to the problem. It was Angeal's business as well, because he both considered them his friends.
After dealing with the woe-filled conversation with an every increasing selfish drunk, Angeal was more than tired enough for this whole issue to end. Finally getting Genesis in the shower to get that rancid oil off his skin and tucked into bed was a chore.
He wondered if he would be able to talk some sense into either of the men. Genesis was still sleeping off the vodka that he had served him and Angeal was, yet again, covering for him for the morning and ensuring all his work as well as his own was completed.
He knew this was the time of day that Sephiroth was in his office.
He walked up to the secretary, he believed her name was Gertrude or Gladis, but he couldn't remember. "Hello, I would like to speak with Sephiroth if he has a moment."
She looked up and he saw that look in her eyes that made him cringe as she stumbled over herself to show him into Sephiroth's office.
At the intrusion Sephiroth looked up from his computer in annoyance. He had specifically declared that he did not wish to be disturbed right now, and clearly he was now. That was a bit of a surprise because he had chosen Gertrude as his secretary because she was a witch; she defended his office like a war veteran and no one got past her.
Unless Angeal requested an audience that was. With her cheeks flushed pink and her normally dull eyes radiating like a whole mako reactor she guided Angeal to his desk, as if the man wouldn't be able to find it himself, entranced by Angeal's manly aura it seemed.
Inwardly twitching Sephiroth leaned back and waved the secretary away with mild impatience.
"What is so urgent that you can't make an official appointment like everyone else?" he asked, but his tone was neutral. Angeal was a man with a great sense of duty; he wouldn't disturb Sephiroth if it wasn't important.
Angeal thanked Gertrude for the escort even though he didn't understand why she did that every time he came. After all, he had visited Sephiroth before and he could walk to the desk. She bowed deeply and left before he turned to Sephiroth who was looking rather annoyed.
He made sure the door was closed before he spoke.
It was not beneath that woman to listen in either.
But he had to be concerned with Sephiroth at the moment. "I need to talk to you about Genesis and what's going on between the two of you as of late."
Had it been anyone else but Angeal, Sephiroth would have kicked them out of his office three minutes ago for their impudence.
"And what exactly is going on between Rhapsodos and I?" he asked, eyebrow arched, expression slightly wry. The use of Genesis' last name was intentional, as was the drumming of Sephiroth's fingers on the desktop. He wasn't surprised Angeal knew, very little eluded the man.
Angeal could see that this conversation was going to be as difficult as it was with Genesis as both had egos that were too large for their own heads.
"He rushed home, all flustered and upset and calling you a jerk," Angeal said as he remained standing and looked down at Sephiroth. "Now, I only know his side of the story but it doesn't sound very good." He could see that Sephiroth wanted to say something but he raised a hand and continued talking. "I am pretty good at reading through his self-centeredness at times. It looks like you are the one that is being selfish this time around."
The General's expression remained calm at those accusations, processing them with an almost bored routine. It wasn't the first time people tried to tell him that he was an asshole and it wouldn't be the last either. There was just an unnerving anomaly this time, but he couldn't put his finger on it, so he ignored it.
Trying to tell Angeal that it was none of his business would be futile, because the man would only insist that it was and start an endless monologue about duty and honor that would steal even more of Sephiroth's precious time.
"He came to me," Sephiroth simply said, "If he cannot handle the consequences it is his problem, not mine."
Angeal knew that this discussion was going to be difficult with Sephiroth as his sense of honor was different from his own. He had a lot of conversations with Sephiroth in the past about his behavior but it seldom changed much.
He was going to try a different approach.
"Can you handle the consequences of youractions?" Angeal said as he crossed his arms over his chest and gave Sephiroth a stern look. "Have you thought of that aspect of this little game you are playing?"
At that Sephiroth laughed. "I appreciate your concern, but you are making mountains out of molehills. We are simply friends with benefits, there areno consequences."
At least Sephiroth was convinced of this.
"Oh," Angeal said as he adjusted his stance. "By punting Genesis out the door after grabbing his ass and doing ..." Angeal had to clear his throat as he didn't want to think of the activities that the two were up to even though Genesis had provided him with great detail about what happened. " ... those things. Do you think that he will allow that to happen again? After all, you were the one that made the first move."
At that Sephiroth frowned briefly, but then he relaxed again. "He can take it. Actually, he needs someone to put him in his place. It's a game, Angeal, nothing more."
"A game," Angeal repeated and sighed.
Both men didn't realize how similar they were in nature in this regard. They both thought that playing with emotions was a game and in the past, their 'playthings' were not on the same playing field.
He knew that saying that Genesis was expecting more out of Sephiroth but that would just boost the man's ego. He needed to attack the ego, not stroke it.
"Is this a game you are willing to lose?" Angeal asked.
"Lose?" Sephiroth repeated lowly, eyes narrowed. It eluded him what he could possibly lose in that game, but the thought in itself was kind of disturbing. Maybe he was too spoiled by success; he wasn't used to fail in anything. Therefore he defensively crossed his arms over his chest, asking coolly from above, "And what could I possibly lose in this?"
"The chance at Genesis again," Angeal said. "If you keep rejecting him, he has other SOLDIERs that he is looking at and can surely find a replacement."
It was a blatant lie. Genesis had his eye on Sephiroth since the day that he met the man. He had been hearing Genesis talk about Sephiroth and his ... assets for a year now. Genesis didn't have his eye on anyone else other than for an eye grope or maybe a feel, but he hadn't brought anyone in his bedroom for at least three months.
Of course, Sephiroth didn't need to know that.
"I'm not rejecting him," Sephiroth declared, deadpan,spiced with a hint of petulance. The idea that there could be a replacement for HIM was a blow to the ego, even though it was highly unrealistic, because there was no replacement. Who in their right mind would favor a mere SOLDIER over him? And that was no arrogance speaking here (well maybe a little), but a pragmatic assessment of the situation. However, the problem with Genesis was that he was highly unpredictable, irrational and usually lacked common sense.
The General looked Angeal in the eye, remaining outwardly unaffected. "Besides, this is a beneficial alliance we both profit fro-"
He stopped, eyes widening marginally, when he was hit by an epiphany, and a slightly disturbing, almost gleeful smirk spreading on his features. "Are you insinuating that this is more than just fucking to Genesis?"
Angeal frowned at the statement. He didn't like the smugness that Sephiroth was giving off. Did he not realize how he affected Genesis? The SOLDIER second class didn't want to see his childhood friend hurt even if his actions were rash.
And that look that he was seeing right now, did not impress but angered him.
He raised himself up and took a step forward, stabbing his finger into Sephiroth's chest in a bold move. "Genesis is not one of the boys that you play with. You hurt him, you will have to deal with me. No more of these stupid games." Angeal let the anger roll over him. He was tired of both of their game playing. "You will not use his feeling against him. If you have nothing but lust when you are with him you will hurt him. You hurt him. I will hurt you."
At that Sephiroth stood to his impressive height, towering over Angeal with a pretty unamused expression.
"Are you threatening me?" His voice hadn't gotten any louder, but was sharp as the blade of Masamune. Angeal may be someone he considered as 'close acquaintance' (Sephiroth had no 'friends'), but there were limits the man had just overstepped. First and foremost Sephiroth was still his superior and Angeal needed to be put in his place. A warning should suffice for now, but if not then Sephiroth would not hesitate to take drastic measures. This was the military and not god damn soap opera. "I dare you too, SOLDIER Second Class Hewley."
In the back of his mind he registered that Angeal had just confirmed his suspicion and that he would need to analyze this interesting information later.
Angeal removed his finger from poking his chest but he did not back down. Sephiroth was an intimidating man and his words and actions made the pit of his stomach drop, but last night of dealing with Genesis, drinking his good vodka, sullying his favorite blanket with salad oil and other fluids on top of him crooning about Sephiroth, gave him the courage to continue.
"I am putting you on warning, sir," Angeal said as he spat out the word and stood at attention. "Genesis is not to be trifled with in such a manner. If you wish to pursue a relationship with him, you must have some consideration for his desires as well, or else you will have to deal with not only my ire, but his as well."
Angeal took a deep breath. "There are more ways to defeat a person than with a sword."
"There certainly are." Sephiroth left it at that in a warning tone himself and sat down again. He would not let this escalate; it wasn't worth it and despite his promiscuous ambitions he made sure that it didn't affect his work significantly. Angeal had brought his point across and he was right in a way; if this wasn't just a simple affair for Genesis then things would get complicated and he did not need that. Besides, the word 'relationship' alone sent shivers of disgust down his spine.
Leaning back in his chair, legs outstretched and fingertips put together he summoned an almost pensive stare and finally said, after a pause, "I will take your statement under advisement. You are dismissed. And next time get yourself an appointment," he added with a lifted brow.
Angeal frowned. He was not sure if he truly made his point in the matter, but he doubted that he could get through to him any clearer about the consequences of his actions.
He gave a salute that was sloppy but his standard. "Sir," he stated and walked out the door in a firm walk. He walked by the secretary and she gave him a frantic wave and told him to come anytime he wanted.
He always wondered why Sephiroth told him to make appointments. It was never necessary in the past as Jill (or was it Getty) was always accommodating when he needed to see him. He had other duties to attend to now, even if the talk with Sephiroth didn't go as planned, it still got the outcome he wanted.
Sephiroth would leave Genesis alone and he could stop hearing about how much of a jerk Sephiroth was.
After the man had left Sephiroth turned, pensively staring through the window of his office. He had to ponder their conversation of course, and after half an hour he came to a conclusion. Pressing the button of his intercom he ordered his secretary to get Genesis Rhapsodos for a meeting.

I wonder what Sephiroth has to say to Genesis. Could be interesting, eh?
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