Infinite in Mystery is the gift of the goddess, we seek it thus and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The Wandering Soul knows no rest.

~Loveless Act I

It could be said that the trouble began in an alleyway. If one were really to examine the facts, however, it could also be said that it had begun with Sephiroth's sudden and quite unexplained arrival in this strange world, which was obviously quite far away from the planet he knew as Gaia. One could also point to his meeting with Genesis. However, things went back even further than this, to the days of Soldier, when the silver-haired general had been called a hero.

Sephiroth had been a far different man back then. Insanity hadn't known his name, and he had yet to embrace it. Genesis had been different then. Angeal had been different. It could be said that the trio of friends was a happy one, but everything changed within the blink of an eye because of an accident. That accident was likely the true beginning.

Why any of it had to happen, the silverette could not say, nor did he care in this moment with his prey corned between a wall and the taller man in black. Chuckling, Sephiroth stepped forward as Genesis pressed himself against that wall, his blue eyes showing fear and something else that his predator could not place a finger on just yet. He had seen it in Gen's eyes before, though, and he liked it. It beckoned him forward, even as the man in red leather backed away.

"S-Sephiroth," Gen's metaphorical tail was between his legs at the moment, though the question of why was not readily answered. "Seph, please…"

"Begging? What is this, Genesis? What is this game you keep playing with me?"

Jade eyes met azure, and the latter pair glared back intensely, though the underlying fear was still present in them. The man in black could not understand this at all. It wasn't like the red poet to behave this way—to cower and plea.

To see them in battle, it could be said that they were quite evenly matched. Sephiroth was the superior in swordsmanship and physical strength, but Genesis's aptitude for magic made him a worthy opponent. Indeed, the only thing that had kept them from destroying the training bay that fateful day was Angeal.

That day…

Well, there was no Angeal to stop what was happening now. Sephiroth didn't understand it, but only Genesis made him experience this sensation—lust. Watching Gen cower so meekly, he could feel himself growing aroused. The bagginess of his pants, as well as his leather coat hid the physical evidence well, but that didn't matter. Sephiroth knew it was there, and he had the strongest urge to do something about it.

It was always like this with Genesis. Their sparing matches left the silverette with an urge to pin the redhead against the nearest wall or down on the floor and fuck him until the lust went away, however many times it would take to achieve that goal. He wanted to fuck Genesis now, but there was the distrust to take into account.

Once, they had been colleagues and best friends with apparent sexual tension between them, but too many things had changed. Genesis had toyed with Sephiroth's emotions, manipulating him to his own ends, breaking his heart and then finally asking for a great favor. For this reason, the jade gaze narrowed.

"I want to know what this is once and for all. Why don't you run away or fight back?"

"I've told you already," Genesis answered shortly. "I like you."

It made no sense. How could he, especially after the way they had parted? Sephiroth had turned his back on Genesis. He had told him to rot to death. The silverette himself had been distraught. He'd felt abandoned and lied to one too many times. He could take it from Hojo, from Ghast, from anyone, but Genesis. Not Genesis. He had been in love with him, but he would never admit it because he had always assumed there was Angeal, but…

"Y-you're spacing out, Sephiroth…"

"Hm, why would you point it out?" Purring, Sephiroth suddenly pinned Genesis against the wall and brushed their lips together. "You could have run, but no matter. Anything that happens from here is your own fault."

Genesis swallowed several times, evidenced by the sporadic bobbing of his Adam's Apple. His predator could feel him trembling, but that brought about more questions. Why wouldn't Gen fight or scream or run? Did he… he couldn't really bwant/b this, could he?

All of this was ridiculous. The silverette decided that he would not hold back, but instead would push past Genesis's breaking point. He had already started this with a kiss on the kitchen floor earlier in the night. But now he aimed to push it even further. Closing his eyes, he brought his lips to the redhead's and thrust his tongue inside, subduing the other's oral muscle as a hand was forced between the legs of the smaller man. Gen did try to squeeze them shut, but this seemed a bit half-hearted. He was stronger than this.

"How far are you willing to take this game of yours, Genesis?" Sephiroth found himself becoming a bit frustrated, but more than that, he was turned on.

"It's not a game," Genesis answered in a rather dark tone. His face was now a bright red, with the color appearing to be blooming in his cheeks before branching out along the smooth, flawless skin. Seriously, there was not a mark, scratch, or blemish on this face. It was perfect.

"Genesis, Genesis, Genesis," Sephiroth breathed as he rubbed his face against the other man's and added more pressure to the rubbing of his crotch. The swordsman in red was aroused as well. The silverette chuckled as he felt the swollen organ's head brushing against his palm.

This had become a game to him—a dangerous one with no rules. Forcefully, he turned Genesis around and pulled the smaller frame against his own, with one hand rubbing along the other man's chest and the other beginning to undo the dual belts of the redhead's pants.

Now, he protested, "Seph, please don't."

But it was too late. This game had trapped the star player within in it and refused to let him end it. Pressing his lips against Gen's ear, he breathed hot air against it.

"What if I don't want to stop it now? What if this is what I want?"

Again, Genesis swallowed nervously. This trembling mess in Sephiroth's arms was so unlike the man he had known—the one who had stared him down and declared to Angel that day, "I would like to face Sephiroth balone/b." Had fear been learned since then? If so, it was warranted. In the years following the accident, Sephiroth had become the monster that Gen referred to the trio as. The things he had done were horrible, but they had yet to include rape. Still, how much of a step would it be to rape Genesis now?

"The most that I can feel for you is lust," Sephiroth purred into the redhead's ear.

The pants were undone by now and Gen's member stood tall and proud against the darkness of the alley, the swollen flesh flushed with bright pink. He would not even give the redhead the dignity of removing his glove before stroking it as he rubbed his own crotch against Gen's rear.

Moaning softly, Genesis closed his eyes and went limp. "Seph, please not this…"

"I've neither pity nor love for you anymore. You destroyed it."

Genesis was roughly slammed against the wall and pinned there as Sephiroth undid his own pants to free his own hardened manhood. By now, it was aching with that lust he had mentioned to Gen. It had known pleasure, but had not gained it in quite the way as he was aiming for now.

With no preparation or remorse, he bent Genesis forward and brutally claimed the redhead's virginity, ignoring the scream of pain that echoed through the night. Perhaps there should have been remorse for this treatment, but then Genesis was a soldier, was he not? Surely, the damage of having a cock forced inside of him would heal.

The scent of blood and tears reached Sephiroth's nose, but he ignored it as well as the sounds of Gen's whimpers as he roughly claimed the tightness of the other former Soldier's ass. Their belt buckles jangled on each thrust, making it obvious what was happening back this way to anyone passing on the street. Thankfully, they were out of sight so that Sephiroth could do this uninterrupted by prying eyes.

It was sadly easy for him to rape someone he had once loved. In his mind, the fact that he was currently being a literal pain in the redhead's ass did not really make up for the pain and suffering that Genesis had caused. It did nothing to atone for the other being the one who had given the silverette the nudge that had caused him to fall into madness. Not in Sephiroth's warped mind.

Besides all of that, Genesis was not a helpless lamb, now was he? At any time, he had the power to end this, so why didn't he? He chose instead to whimper and to plead with Sephiroth to stop when he was more than capable of fighting back. All of it was confusing, but the former Soldier was sure he knew what to do. He would make this as humiliating as possible.

Being an avid reader, Sephiroth had stumbled across the subject of male rape, and it had at least interested him enough to get into the psychology. In other words, he knew that the experience would be most humiliating and even emasculating if he could make Genesis come. With that in mind, he took the other's cock into his gloved hand and started to stroke it slowly as he licked the inside of his ear.

"S-Seph…" It sounded less like pleading and more like pleasure.

What was unexpected was the reaction that the silverette's own body would have to it. This power that Genesis had over him—what was it? It was supposed to be Sephiroth's situation to control. Yet, his body quaked all over and he found himself thrusting harder and faster, moaning now in pure carnal lust. How could anyone make him lose control like this? What was it about Genesis? Did he… still love him?

No! Sephiroth would never concede to that—never. He would not be Genesis's plaything again, allowing his emotions to be so toyed with. But could he deny that the most that he had ever smiled in his miserable life had been during the times when he was with Genesis and Angeal? How could he forget that most of those smiles were aimed directly at Genesis?

In that moment, it was as though Sephiroth thought that he could fuck away everything that he had ever felt and everything that he was starting to feel again. He was being illogical, which was so unlike him. But Genesis somehow had the power to make him this way. To that end, Sephiroth felt anger that he was trying to take out on the other's body. The trouble was that it was not working. The harder he thrust, the louder the other moaned, and he had even started to move back against Sephiroth in rhythm. He might as well face the facts. This had started off as rape, sure. But now it was sex.

"Damn you, Genesis," the silverette cursed with a shaking breath. He could have stomached Genesis enjoying this, but he could not tolerate the fact that this experience was pleasurable for him as well—that he did not want it interrupted until climax had been reached. How he hated when his plans didn't go his way.

The alleyway echoed with the sounds of moans, clinking buckles, and skin slapping roughly against skin. Then there was a grunt of pain as Sephiroth pushed Genesis roughly against the wall and came. He must have enjoyed that treatment, because so did the redhead at the moment when his body was thrown against hard bricks.

Nothing had gone his way. Thus, Sephiroth was not a happy former Soldier. With his eyes narrowed, he fixed his pants and then turned his back on Genesis, walking away from the scene without a word.