Angeal closed his eyes and let himself be kissed. That wasn't what he should do, but that's what he did. His world had recently been flung into a whirlwind of darkness, and this, this moment, this kiss had a lifetime of anchor in its embrace.
Genesis's mouth was hot and firm, and willing apparently, and Angeal had to fight for composure as the man's slick, probing tongue tormented its way between his lips. Angeal couldn't resist this. Not Genesis. Never Genesis.
A moan growled out of Angeal's throat, and he hooked his arms around Genesis's lean frame, stepping forward, forcing the man back, pressing him tight and hard against the nearest wall. The tension that had been building inside them, between them, stetched out around them, hot and slippery and coiling. And Angeal pressed in, pressed until Genesis choked back a gasp, and his hips surged forward involuntarily.
Angeal courted a smirk in the corner of his mouth. It was good to know that he could elicit any kind of reaction from Genesis, much less one so desperate, so human. But he knew it wouldn't last. Genesis wasn't the type to give in, to seem vulnerable or needy. Angeal went with the flow; the fact that he was here, hip-locked with his partner when he should be meeting Sephiroth was proof enough of that. But not Genesis. Never Genesis.
Genesis pushed against Angeal's body. Hard and aching. Too much alone. Too many close calls. Not enough life/love/laughter. Not enough Angeal. He gripped Angeal's shoulders tight enough to bruise, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Bowing his head, Genesis nipped at Angeal's ear, reveling in the half-muted grunt it caused. "You're mine." He thrust hard against the muscled thigh between his legs. "Mine, Angeal. Mine." He ripped another fierce kiss from Angeal's lips. "And you will never leave me!"
Angeal thrust back, wanting/needing/taking just as much as Genesis. Just this once, he let his emotions rule him. And as his cock sought purchase against Genesis's body, Angeal made a promise. "Never, Genesis. Never."
