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Final Fantasy VII: Angelic Threnody	By : DarkSeraphim1 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, Before Crisis, or Dirge of Cerberus. I do not profit from the writing and/or posting of this fic. I am just a humble fan paying tribute to another's wonderful creations.

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Chapter Eight
       ’When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end, the goddess descends from the sky. Wings of light and dark spread afar, she guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting’ -Loveless, PROLOGUE
            Sephiroth shifted his body to the right, curling his body around Genesis’ as best he could while in an upright position. Sunlight poured through the living room window, bathing Genesis in radiant golden light. Genesis cocked his head slightly to one side, smirking, as though he knew how attractive he appeared with the mid-morning sun setting his fiery hair ablaze. His bright blue eyes fairly shimmered as they met and held the other man‘s, and Sephiroth could only return his stare in mesmerized silence, as Genesis unstrapped Rapier and tossed it carelessly to the floor.
            Genesis kept his gaze on Sephiroth’s as he swiftly began to tear at his own clothing. He had to lean away from the door to remove most of it, but Sephiroth surprised him by staying his hands when he bent to remove his boots. Intrigued and more turned-on than he could ever remember being, Genesis let his hands fall away from the buckles and leaned back, not at all embarrassed to be nearly naked while his lover was fully clothed.
            Of course, that might have had something to do with Sephiroth dropping to his knees before him. This wasn’t something that happened often! He thought with excitement. The other man tilted his head back, looking up at him with the most evil expression he had ever seen, as his hair cascaded down his back in a molten fall. With a smile that was deliciously malevolent, the silver-haired man grasped his ankles and slowly--oh, so slowly--began to smooth his hands up that long expanse of supple midnight leather.
            Genesis’ breath caught despite his best efforts, his lids drooping to partially cover his glowing eyes, as he watched Sephiroth’s pale white hands inch up his body. Those long, pianist’s fingers deftly unfastened each buckle with steady, measured movements that had him shifting restlessly against the door as his body raged with need.
            Finally, Sephiroth loosened the smooth material and began to peel it away from his leg. Much like Genesis had the night before, he lingered over the task, pulling the leather down in agonizingly slow increments, his hands brushing over trembling thighs and shapely calves, until he could pull the boot free. It was set carefully to one side, and Genesis thought he would come right there as his lover laid his face against his bare skin and began to nuzzle it lovingly.
            “P-Please,” he whimpered, knowing that under normal circumstances he would be appalled to hear himself utter something that so smacked of weakness. Right now, however, all he wanted was to feel the mouth that was brushing over his thigh move just a tad bit higher. “Sephiroth, please. . .”
            “Ssshhh.” Sephiroth opened his mouth and bit that pale flesh lightly, shuddering himself as the heady scent of Genesis’ arousal intensified. “I’m here, kitten.”
            Genesis’ hands fisted against the door as he fought the urge to thrust his hands into Sephiroth’s hair. The other man had always hated being restrained, even in that small way. But Goddess, the impulse was so damned strong! “Seph, for fuck’s sake, hurry!”
            A dark, rather evil-sounding laugh sounded as Sephiroth drew back and went to work on his right leg. He ignored Genesis’ disappointed mewl, knowing that the other man would forgive him once they were through. He treated the other leg to the same sensual torture, basking in the breathless cries he was wringing from his passionately responsive lover. He loved that Genesis was so different from him, loud where he was often silent, uninhibited when he himself was all too reserved, so damned passionate that he often feared he would be unable to match him.
            “Genesis,” he murmured, his deep voice rough with restraint, as his hands moved to the waistband of the other man’s pants.
            “Fuck, yes!” Genesis exclaimed, pushing his hips out to aid the other man as he made short work of the fastenings. The hands working to push the leather over his hips were shaking, but Genesis barely noticed, fully caught in his anticipation of what he was sure would come. Finally, Sephiroth pulled the tight leather from first one foot, then the other, and dropped the pants to the floor beside him. When he paused to look up at him, his angelic features taut with need, Genesis felt his heart stutter to a stop in his chest.
            Those icy, cat-like eyes, green with the slightest sheen of silver, were filled with an emotion he’d always known was felt, but had never been declared. “Seph?” he questioned, his voice trembling as uncertainty filled him.
            He was shocked when Sephiroth smiled, the gesture tender and so damned loving, and reached up to capture his hands in both of his. “You accepted a challenge, did you not?”
            Azure eyes widened as his left hand was placed on his own throbbing length. Genesis flicked a glance down before raising his eyes once more, his expression questioning. Sephiroth held his gaze as he raised the other hand to his mouth and drew two fingers between his lips. Genesis smiled as a wet tongue swirled around the slender digits, each motion sensually deliberate, telling him silently what Sephiroth wanted him to do.
            Well, he had threatened to do this, and he had definitely accepted his lover’s rather unsubtle challenge. So, why not? Genesis asked himself, not ashamed to admit that the idea excited him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before, even if he’d always been alone while doing it. And if the look on Sephiroth’s face was any indication, he wanted to see this even more than Genesis wanted to do it. He didn’t know where Sephiroth’s sudden urge for kink was coming from, but he was totally going to go with it. He was going to make sure that neither of them would ever forget this day.
            With a laugh that rivaled Sephiroth’s in pure wickedness, he pulled his fingers out of his lover’s mouth and slipped them behind his back. He kept his eyes on Sephiroth’s as he spread his legs, bending his knees slightly for balance, and began to finger his own entrance. Sephiroth moved silently to his side, and he shifted slightly to give him a better view. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, leaning on his right shoulder while trying to use his arm, but the intense look on his lover’s face as he watched him play with himself made it more than worth the discomfort.
            He pushed a slick fingertip inside himself, squirming a bit as he worked his way inside. Sephiroth’s breath hitched audibly, and he threw an alluring smile over his shoulder as he added the second finger. The low growl he so loved sounded, turning into a quiet groan as he stretched himself. The other man moved as close as he possibly could without interfering, and Genesis began to move both of his hands in unison.
            Genesis nearly laughed aloud as he watched Sephiroth’s gaze shoot back and forth between his cock and his ass. His lover couldn’t decide which he enjoyed watching more, and was doing all that he could not to miss a second of either. He arched backwards, fighting to keep his balance, as he brushed at his own prostate. A surge of intense pleasure rushed through him, and he gasped at the riotous sensations as he stroked himself in time with his fingers’ thrusts. He was already close--he’d been close since that first intense kiss--and he didn’t know how much longer his meager self-control would allow him to do this before his body simply caved.
            The decision was taken out of his hands as Sephiroth shifted to his left side. “Finish,” he ordered hoarsely, sliding his right arm around Genesis’ waist to hold him in place as he covered his left hand with his own. “I want to watch you come.”
            “Ahh, Goddess!’” Genesis leaned into the warm body at his side, his senses spinning, his hips moving of their own accord as he strove towards release. The feel of Sephiroth’s warm hand guiding his own over his leaking cock, combined with the sensation of his own fingers pushing against his most sensitive spot, pushed him over the edge.
            With a final cry that was his lover’s name, Genesis closed his eyes and let himself go.
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            Genesis sighed happily as he snuggled deeper in the warm water that surrounded him. Sephiroth’s arms tightened around him, one hand stroking the sensitive skin of Genesis’ shoulders. After showing Sephiroth that he could do exactly as he had claimed, Sephiroth had lost all control and finally fucked him into that door. Then he had drawn a bath and proceeded to clean them both, which had led to a rather spectacular quickie. He was sore as hell, but it had been well worth it.
            Goddess only knew what was floating around in the water with them, but right now, Genesis didn‘t really give a damn. He was warm and sated and—damn it—he was happy. Sephiroth’s heart beat reassuringly against his ear, the larger body completely relaxed beneath his, and he swore that he could see Sephiroth’s smile even through his closed lids.
            He knew that he would have to tell his lover about his little tiff with Hojo, but that could wait. Right now, all he wanted to do was lay there in the warm water with Sephiroth’s arms around him. Nothing else mattered, nothing at all.
            Sephiroth closed his eyes as Genesis’ body relaxed against his, surprising himself with the extent of his contentment. He had been so afraid that his temporary aggression would cause Genesis to withdraw from him that he had been a bit too aggressive once Genesis had relieved him of that fear. Watching Genesis pleasure himself had stripped away every last fragment of self-control, leaving him little more than a slobbering beast. Strangely enough, Genesis hadn’t seemed to mind.
            He smiled to himself as he remembered the redhead’s fiery, aggressive response. Never one to be outdone, Genesis had turned the encounter into a sensual battle, one which had ended in an intense draw. Then, there was the bath. . .
            Sephiroth chuckled to himself and tried not to think about what might be sharing the tub with them. Genesis was such a sensual creature that it was nearly impossible to have a non-sexual moment with him. Although Sephiroth had realized long ago that Genesis seemed to equate sex with caring, he had never truly understood what that meant until he had found himself at the other man’s not-so-tender mercies six years ago. Suddenly, all of the complaints of his past lovers had made sense, although Sephiroth had been at a loss as to why they had complained at all. If Genesis chose to reveal his feelings through sexual contact, he didn’t mind in the least. While he hoped to someday hear those three words that even he understood were important, he was happy enough to be on the receiving end of Genesis’ unique form of emotional expression. He truly needed nothing more.
            “What are laughing about?” Genesis asked in a sleepy mewl.
            He looked down at the other man, whose eyes were still closed in post-coital bliss, and chuckled again. “I was thinking how grateful I am that you decided you wanted me all those years ago,” he answered with a touch of humor.
            “Hmmmph.” Genesis opened first one eye, then the other, tilting his head back to cast both at the other man. “What do you mean, grateful?”
            Sephiroth smiled down at him, lifting one pale hand to stroke the soft cream of his throat. “There were many others who desired you, Gen. You could have had anyone you wanted, yet you chose me.” Genesis frowned, and he laughed softly. “That was not a complaint, Genesis. I am quite happy with the outcome of that decision.”
            “Seph. . .” Genesis shifted, sitting up so that he could face him, his expression troubled. “You know that I care about you, right?”
            “Of course, I do.” Sephiroth tilted his head to one side, wondering exactly why his words had upset the other man. “Genesis, what’s wrong? Why are you looking at me that way?”
            Genesis could only shake his head, disturbed by his lover’s words, and implications behind them. “Sephiroth,” he began carefully, “you do realize just how. . .desirable you are, don’t you?”
            Sephiroth shrugged once. He knew that he was considered attractive. He could smell multiple arousals, both male and female, any time he entered a room. It had been that way since he was a young boy, as disturbing as it was, and it would likely never change. Even death and madness had not dimmed the attraction for some, as he had seen while living vicariously through his traveling clones. But only one man’s desire meant anything to him, and that man was currently favoring him with a fierce frown.
            “Genesis, I realize that others find me attractive, I simply do not care.” Genesis opened his mouth to speak, and Sephiroth surged up to cut him off with a kiss. “Yours is the only opinion which is of any importance to me. So long as you desire me, I am content.”
            Genesis blinked at that. For someone who was bad at interpersonal relations, Sephiroth had a way of getting his point across rather well. “Well, hell,” he said at length, trying not to let his ego get the better of him as it—among other things—began to swell, “that’s one hellova a compliment, moonbeam.”
            Sephiroth smiled faintly. “I merely speak the truth as I see it, Gen.”
            A pleased expression lit up mako-blue eyes. “That was almost romantic, Sephiroth,” he drawled teasingly.
            Sephiroth uttered a low laugh. “You want romance, kitten?” he asked in a silky purr.
            Every protective instinct Genesis possessed went on high alert as he eyed the other man warily. Perfect bow lips curved into a heated, predatory smile, which was reflected in pale silver-green eyes, and his entire body tensed. Ready to spring into motion at even the slightest hint of movement, he was still unprepared for the speed with which Sephiroth moved. One moment he was sitting in a tub full of warm water, the next he was clinging to Sephiroth’s shoulders as he was carried into the bedroom.
            Ignoring the water that flowed from the both, Sephiroth laid Genesis on the bed and quickly followed him down. He smiled at the dark, yet uncertain, look his lover cast him, shaking his hair a so that it fell around them in a glistening mass of wet silver locks.
            “Feel like having sex in the rain, koneko?”
            “You’re not funny, Seph.” Genesis narrowed his eyes and thinned his lips, trying very hard to maintain an irritated façade, as he wiped droplets of water off his face. It wasn’t easy, though. He so rarely saw the playful side of Sephiroth that he almost didn’t know how to respond. Almost. “I’m freezing my ass off here, moonbeam. At least, let me dry off before you jump me--again.”
            Sephiroth smiled lazily and ran one hand down the length of Genesis’ side, delighted that the other man was willing to play along. “Was that a complaint, kitten?” he asked in a too-soft voice, nudging the length of his already aroused erection against his hip.
            “So what if it was?” Genesis lifted one fiery brow, his expression as cool as he could make it, as his own arousal twitched warningly against his abdomen. “What are you going to do about it?”
            “Don’t worry, kitten.” Sephiroth lowered his head and pressed his lips to the side of Genesis’ throat. “I’ll think of something.”
            Genesis’ breath caught as sharp teeth grazed his skin, his eyes fluttering closed even as he tried to pull the other man’s lips back to his. Sephiroth merely laughed, the deep, hungry laugh that he’d always loved, as he evaded the mouth that searched so hungrily for his own. Genesis tried very hard to remind himself that Sephiroth loved this game, and that usually, it was he who pulled sadistic stunts like this to trigger it. He could take this, he assured himself, and he could even do it without trying to retaliate. It was just so tempting to fight the dominance tingeing everything Sephiroth was doing. But, he knew that if he did, it would be even longer before he saw this side of his lover again. Sephiroth had never had a chance to be a child, and that lack tended to manifest itself in the oddest ways. If Sephiroth needed to dominate him in bed, he wouldn’t protest--this time. A part of him craved it almost as much as his lover did, though for completely different reasons.
            “Gen?”
            He opened his eyes to find Sephiroth gazing down at him, a tentative, questioning look in his bright emerald eyes. Genesis smiled and thrust his hands into the wet tangle of Sephiroth’s hair, lifting his hips to roll them against the other man‘s suggestively. “Only if you let me brush your hair out after,” he said in answer to that unspoken question.
            Relief flared briefly in those glowing green orbs before lust chased it away. “You can do anything you want to my hair,” Sephiroth murmured, running his fingers over the side of his face as he added, “after.”
            That was when Genesis realized that, for all of Sephiroth’s dominant tendencies, he was trying to give Genesis equal control in their relationship. That was what letting himself be topped last night had been about. Once Sephiroth had realized just how dissatisfied he’d been, he had taken measures designed to ease that discontent. Had the month spent apart really been so hard on him? Genesis asked himself incredulously. He’d known--or more accurately, hoped--that Sephiroth would miss him, but this was the last thing he had expected. Or had it been his first true brush with death that had caused him to rethink things?
            He began to tremble, and not just with excitement, as he gazed up the other man with suddenly hesitant eyes. “Seph?”
            Sephiroth saw the change and smiled gently. “I’m here, Gen.”
            As Sephiroth bracketed his jaw with a firm hand and lowered his lips for a passionate kiss, Genesis decided that it didn’t matter. For whatever reasons, Sephiroth was trying to change himself, and he would do whatever it took to help him, even if that meant occasionally taking a backseat to the General’s deep-seated need for control.
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