Story and Dumbapples

Story and Dumbapples

Flora Winter’s

I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: All Genesis ever wanted was for someone to love him. This story will contain boy love, strong language, and violence.

Prologue

I don’t wanna be the boy who laughs the loudest
Or the boy who never wants to be alone
I don’t wanna be that call at 4 o’clock in the morning
‘Cos I’m the only one you know in the world that won’t be home

Genesis was amazed. He couldn’t take his eyes off him. The siren was calling to his heart like the shore calls to the ocean. He took another drink from his glass. This guy was singing his song. It was all about him. That was for goddamn sure.

Aahh the sun is blinding
I stayed up again
Oohh, I am finding
That’s not the way I want my story to end

The young man’s name was Story. He was fucking beautiful, just like his epic voice. Hell, he was mythological. That was just how beautiful he was. Story, the greatest act since LOVELESS.

He had never seen such high cheekbones in all his life. They could pass up the highest star in the heavens. He had eyes that were the color of the brightest amethyst, and lips that reminded him of the dew on the reddest of roses. That glossy, smooth skin of his was the color of warm amber left under the gentle light of the yellow sun. He possessed long, curly locks of shimmering darkness.

I’m safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain
Inside
You’re like protection
But how do I feel this good sober?

He glanced over at Sephiroth and sighed rather sadly. The guy was like an ice-cube. He was just sitting there without any emotion on his face whatsoever. The two of them never talked anymore. It made him so sad he had to take another drink.

I don’t wanna be the guy who has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me cause it screams the truth
Please don’t tell me that we had this conversation
I won’t remember, save your breath, ‘cos what’s the use?

He looked back up at the beauty on the stage. The guy’s body could move like water. It was so lithe and graceful. He could see all those sinewy muscles moving like the mechanisms in a machine. It was like magic.

Aahh, the night is calling
And it whispers to me softly “come and play”
But I, I am falling
And if I let myself go I’m the only one to blame

He took another drink from his glass, putting it down. “Sephiroth,” he said, poking him on the shoulder. “Come dance with me?”

A shapely silver brow cocked. “What?” That deep voice asked him.

Genesis sighed. “Come dance with me?”

Those lime green eyes narrowed just a bit. “I don’t dance.”

“Not even for me?” Genesis asked. “You’re oldest and most beautiful friend?”

Sephiroth shook his head, causing his hair to catch the light. It looked like molten strands of silver moonlight, shimmering around his face like a crown of glittering glory. He was so handsome, and sharper than an icicle.

“Fine,” he snapped, getting to his feet, leaving him. He could just be that way. Why did he care? The two of them were simply growing apart. That was fine. It happened. Shit happens. Shit was always happening. But, why did this shit have to happen to him? Did Sephiroth not see that he loved him? Fuck! He had told him plenty of times. Well, that had been mostly when he was drunk off his ass, and trying to get into those tight leather pants.

He grabbed another drink from someone’s hand, downing it, tossing the glass over his shoulder, not even looking where it landed. It had been something hard, burning ever so pleasantly as it went down. He began moving to the rhythm of the song.

I’m safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain
Inside
You’re like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?

His relationship with Sephiroth was at a standstill. He was standing in the center of an ocean, waves frozen in motionless ice. The two of them were going nowhere. It was just that simple to see. The pain would be blinding when the sun finds it.

Sephiroth was always making him feel as if he were falling and spinning around so fast it made him dizzy. He tried to push it all away, letting that mystical voice flow across his flesh like silk, tickling him with such perfect sweetness. The alcohol was making him feel so damn good. He felt so sexy under all those flashing lights.

I’m coming down, coming down, coming down
Spinning ‘round, spinning ‘round, spinning ‘round
Looking for myself
SOBER
SOBER

He wished that Sephiroth was out here with him. He did so hate dancing alone. It was no fun always being the one alone. He hated being alone. He was nice, sweet, and fucking gorgeous. How come nobody wanted to be with him?

When it’s good, then it’s good, it’s so good till it goes bad
Till you’re trying to find the you that you once had
I have heard myself cry, never again
Broken down in agony just tryna find a fit

That was when he felt a pair of hands take him by the waist, and they spun him around. His heart nearly jumped out of his mouth, but it quickly fell into the pit of his stomach. The man dancing with him wasn’t his silver haired angel. He wanted to punch his fist through his chest, tear out his spinal cord, and beat him with it for having the audacity to touch him. Hell, he wanted Sephiroth to beat the shit out of this guy for touching him, but the general was nowhere to be seen. He looked around in a slight panic. Had he left? That was so like him! The guy was such a jerk! The two of them had a damn job to do! He needed another drink.

Ooh Oooo

I’m safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain
Inside
You’re like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?

He kicked Sephiroth in the ass and out of his mind. It served him right. The jerk could just leave if he fucking wanted to. Hell, he always did what he wanted, regardless of anybody else’s feelings. The guy was such an asshole!

He spun away from the guy, heading for the bar. He was going to need a whole bottle in order to block this pain out.

Will I ever feel this good sober?
Tell me, No, no, no, no, no pain
How do I feel this good sober?

The song ended, people cheered, and he slammed his glass down on the bar with a glassy chink. His whole body felt nice and toasty. It was just the way he liked it. A few more drinks like that, and the whole world would be nothing but a happy buzz. Then he could pass the fuck out, wake up in the morning, and not have to remember a goddamn thing. He would go back to quoting LOVELESS and being the gorgeous SOLDIER all the underlings wanted to fuck, but were too afraid to approach him.

“You’re such a jerk, Sephiroth,” he chuckled, waving for another drink. They were so damn tasty here.

“I saw you out on the dance floor,” a kind and gentle voice said from beside him.

“That’s nice,” he said, turning to see that it was Story. He quickly schooled the shock that would have been apparent on his face had he been anybody else other than the most fabulous Genesis, SOLDIER FIRST CLASS.

The amber skinned youth grinned with such white teeth. They were straight and perfect, too. “I’ll have what Red here’s having, Smiley.”

Red? Did Story just call him Red? The guy didn’t even know him and was already giving him pet names. Why couldn’t Sephiroth do that? Oh, it wouldn’t be cold and icy. Sephiroth only did things if frost or an iceberg was involved. The guy was such a prick!

“You’re Genesis,” Story said, taking his drink from the bartender. “Why would someone of your high rank and social standings come to a place like this?”

Genesis downed his glass with one gulp, not even feeling it now. “I could ask the same of you, Siren.” He couldn’t help but smirk.

“I see,” Story said, putting his glass down, sighing. “So…you’ve found me.”

“You really are the most unusual of summonings,” Genesis said, turning to look at him on his stool. “You’re not like all the others.”

“What are you going to do, SOLDIER?” Story asked him, facing him now as well. Those amethyst jeweled eyes of his were mesmerizing. They were like violet pools of splendid light. “You will have to fight me here and now if you plan on taking me as your own…and I think you to be just a little too drunk to take me on.”

Genesis laughed. “Take you as my own?”

“Well,” Story cooed. His voice was like a harp now. “You do want me, don’t you?”

“Why would I want you as my own?” Genesis asked. But, he had to admit it. The more Story spoke, the more beautiful he became. “You’re not a very powerful summoning, and your fighting skills are mediocre compared to…Ifrit.”

Those violet eyes narrowed and Genesis swore he heard thunder over the music. “How dare you compare me to that…fireball?” Story seethed, clenching his fists.

“Will you really attack me here?” Genesis asked. “You’ll blow your cover.”

“I’m going to eat your face, mortal,” Story said, leaning ever so close to him, whispering in his ear. “If I were you, I’d stay away from any source of water.”

Genesis cocked a brow. Damn his voice was fucking sexy, if a little scalding right now. Hell, he was hard.

“I control water, Genesis,” Story said, leaning back now. “What’s the human body mostly made up of?”

“That’s enough,” a spooky voice said from over Story’s shoulder. “You’ve had your fun, Siren.”

Genesis watched Story swirl around on the stool, looking up at the silver-haired general. He wanted to roll his eyes. Of course, he would wait and show up now. He sure does roll in the strangest of ways.

He quickly got to his feet, snapping the golden band around Story’s left arm. The summoning got to his feet, looking at it and at him in shock. He did that for some time until the situation sunk in. He had been caught…and so easily, too.

“You cheated…”

Genesis shrugged. “I won.”

“We’re done here,” Sephiroth said. “Let’s go.”

“I don’t obey you, human!” Story shouted, clearly angry now. His golden-amethyst scales were starting to show.

“He’s right,” Genesis said, stepping around the angered summoning. He actually took the time to notice that the summoning was way shorter than him. “Let’s go, Story.”

“You pathetic worm!” Story yelled, stomping his foot. “I’ll make you pay for this insult!”

“What’s going on here?” A man asked. He looked to be some sort of an authority. “What are you doing to my celebrity?”

Genesis took Story by the arm, letting Sephiroth handle everything with his terrifying silence. He was so good at that. It wasn’t like Story could fight them now. He was completely under their control.

“I’ll drown you in your own piss!” Story yelled, struggling to pull his arm free from Genesis’ iron hold. “I’ll suck out your blood through your cock and plug up your mouth and nose-holes with it!”

Genesis laughed out loud. He was so drunk that actually sounded sexy to him. He pulled the summoning out into the night, and pushed him back against a brick wall. “Are you trying to turn me on?”

Story grinned with razor sharp teeth. They looked like knives. “I dare you to kiss me.”

“Hmm,” Genesis said, poking him on the nose with the tip of his index-finger. “That sounds so tempting…but I think I’ll pass for now.”

“YOU CHEATED!” Story all but screamed. Thunder boomed overhead. It was like the sound of the ocean surf.

“You really should calm down,” Genesis told him, pulling him along like a lover. “Or I might give you back to Professor Hojo.”

Story howled with laughter. It was wicked. “If you do that…I really will kill you when I escape from him again.”

“You’re my summoning now,” Genesis said, pulling him around, taking him in both arms, gazing into those eyes that were constantly changing like the tide. “Act like it.”

Story smirked and Genesis grunted. He had just been kicked in the balls. That had really hurt.

“I may not be able to use my powers on you, Master,” Story growled like a tsunami. “But I can and will use my body in the wickedest of ways just to torment you.”

“Well,” Genesis snapped, pouncing like an angry tiger, knocking the summoning to the earth, pinning him down by his wrists. “Have at me then, you unruly creature!”

“Are you two quite done?” Sephiroth asked from the shadows, making them both look. “I’m tired.”

“Behave,” Genesis commanded, getting up off the fuming summon, looking down at him.

“Or you’ll what?” Story asked, rising to his feet like a graceful tidal wave.

“I’m going,” Sephiroth said, turning, walking away. His black leather cloak was snapping in the warm breeze behind his tall, muscular frame.

“Hey!” Genesis yelled after him. “Don’t just walk away like that! It’s rude!” That guy has no manners. And he was making him yell in public. Oh, he was such an ass! “I command you to follow me and to be silent for the rest of the way back to the hotel,” Genesis told Story, and then took off running after the departing general.

“Oh, I’ll be silent all right!” Story thundered, following along behind him. “But the night won’t be!”

Thunder bellowed, lightning split the sky with a venomous flash, and it began to pour the rain. Sephiroth stopped dead in his tracks, turned ever so slowly around, and looked right at Genesis.

“How do you like them dumbapples?” Story asked.

The redhead’s left eye twitched.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.

Note: The song lyrics above belong to Pink. I just changed some words here and there to suite the needs of this story.