Warnings: AU, bad language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn't helping to pay them off.
Summary: Written from prompt: Genesis/KH!Cloud: wingkink - together, they fly.
"You're like a fucking cockroach, you know that."
Genesis laughed, legs dangling over the side of the high wall they sat on. "And why would that be?"
"You won't die, no matter how many times you're squished," Cloud took a swig of the brandy in a silver flask and passed it to the redhead.
A smug smile precluded a long swig of alcohol and tucked it back inside his bulky leather coat. "I suppose that is an appropriate comparison." Genesis stretched his wing out in a long, shuddering arc. "Ooooooh, that feels good."
Cloud reached out and rubbed the place were wing met back, causing Genesis to arch his back and moan. The blond smiled, preening the feathers with his fingers. "If you turn around, I'll do a better job at this." Genesis did so, straddling the wall. Cloud mimicked him and started manipulating the gland at the base of the wing. Oil slicked onto his fingers in slow, thick spurts. He rubbed the oil on the tips of his fingers and slid them slowly and methodically through the feathers. Down the long, slender barbs of the primaries and the blunter shapes of the secondaries and tertiaries. A pause to milk the gland for more oil, and back to the smaller feathers of the coverlets and body feathers that protected the thin, delicate skin and meat of the wing.
Genesis couldn't keep quiet; the very intimate act of someone preening his wing aroused and relaxed him. When Cloud leaned forward to kiss his neck, Genesis stretched the wing out again. All the feathers fluffed up slowly and settled back into place with a violent shake of the limb.
"If you were looking for an enthusiastic lay, you got it," Genesis purred.
"I wish I had these," Cloud said wistfully while running his hand over the feathers.
"What's wrong with yours?"
"I want feathers."
Genesis laughed. "You pout so adorably. And besides," he reached behind him to bring Cloud's face over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, "I happen to like your's."
Cloud stretched his wing forward to wrap around Genesis. The redhead smoothed a hand down the soft expanse of skin folded between long shoots of flexible bone.
"The skin is so soft," Genesis said, running gentle fingertips down the wing-skin. "And I love it when I'm naked, and you wrap it around me. I feel like you're covering me from head to toe, like I'm lost within you."
"I guess it's not so bad," Cloud smiled and kissed the back of the redhead's neck. "Are you ready to go? Our bed is cold, we should warm it up."
Genesis smirked and unwound himself from Cloud's wing. "Let's go then."
Cloud stood and helped Genesis up beside him. They jumped, wings snapping open to catch the air. They circled together a few times while taking passes at each other. It was playful, a dance, swirling in the air currents. All their problems, differences, and history were a million miles away. Their wings took them higher, above the smothering worry of normal and why and before.
It was so easy to just…
…fly away.
END