Disclaimer: I do not own Squeenix anybody. I just like to torture their lovely, lovely men. One in particular.

WARNING: Oh, joy! o.o pure smut! I haven't written anything like this in years. Damn you, Genesis, for being so coy and sexy. Gen/Seph.

Summary: Genesis accosts Sephiroth in his apartment after Seph demonstrates an attraction to someone else. This actually goes with my and Janna's FL series, and will introduce some original characters later on. For now, everything is canon (?). I have to thank other awesome Generoth writers on (kysis) for corrupting my mind on these two. Wootwoot. (this is, as of right now, the most words I have in any one posting... ._. it was also the easiest to write...kinda embarassing.)

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"I don't know what you see in him." Genesis followed him all the way up to his apartment. It had become routine for him to join Sephiroth at his place after work, to speak of duties and enjoy a drink or two; this time, Genesis had more pressing matters at heart.

"It's self-destructive," Genesis said, matter-of-factly.

"How?" Sephiroth protested.

"He's not one of SOLDIER; As an outsider, you're dragging him into a myriad of danger that could, at the very least, get him hurt, if not killed. No civillian is ready for that kind of danger."

Sephiroth fell silent, setting his things on the dining room table and disappearing into the kitchen. Genesis watched him with slanted eyes, and followed after a moment.

"Would you want that?" Genesis' brow raised, approaching Sephiroth direly. Now, he couldn't get away from staring the redhead directly in the eye. "To drag him into something he's not ready to face... to take on your burdens?"

Sephiroth pulled off his gloves, laying them on the kitchen counter. He turned away, but Genesis was there, icy eyes blazing.

"Do you really want to involve him in something he has no place in?" Before Sephiroth could turn away, Genesis was right there, hand cupping his jaw. Its defined outline fit perfectly in his hand. Genesis' gloved fingers stroked down it, eyes narrowing. "You and I are alone in our fates; there's no reason to involve those outside, to draw them in to bear our sins."

Sephiroth shut his eyes and turned way coldly. "You know that was never my intent."

Genesis reached up, chasing him in his retreat and pressing his lips against Sephiroth's. He leaned in, kissing him deeply; Sephiroth was unresponsive, unsure how to respond to such a show. Genesis did not seem to mind his hesitancy; he kissed him forcefully, moving against stoic lips, nudging them apart and tasting him deeply. He was determined to get a response out of him, more than just a taste.

The response came quicker than he thought. Before he knew it, Genesis' back was to the wall; his mouth was being plundered deeply by Sephiroth's forceful tongue. He moaned quietly into his mouth, trying to fight a curling smile.

"You and I, however, have a much better chance at understanding each other..."

"So, this has been what it's about, all this time..?" Sephiroth's pale green eyes bore into him, pupils narrowed to slits. Genesis hesitated a moment, caught up in his gaze.

"I've always wanted you." He could feel his lips form the words, hungry. In a way, it wasn't a lie.

"...I don't believe you," Sephiroth pressed him against the wall, even still, but his eyes looked distant. A knee raised up, parting Genesis' thighs. The redhead shuddered against the other's chest, breathing slowly.

"How so...?" Genesis murmured against his lips.

"I don't believe that it would be easier this way..."

"Though you can't bear to hurt him..." Genesis arched up, kissing him and drawing his lips down. His cheeks flushed as he pressed his arousal against Sephiroth's hips. The hero pressed back against him, meeting his kiss. Genesis' wrists pressed against the wall, above his head. He moaned, arching his neck backward. Soft kisses lay on his bare neck, roaming down his shoulders.

"Such is the life of a SOLDIER, eh?..." Genesis moaned softly as Sephiroth nipped at his collarbone. His lips curled into a soft, unseen smirk.

Sephiroth roamed his palm over Genesis' jacket vest, pushing aside the red leather. He latched his teeth onto his pink nipple, biting gently. Genesis' head tossed back, letting out a feral hiss.

"Have you been jealous?" Sephiroth growled.

Genesis closed his eyes, tilting his head back. "I've just wanted you."

"You've been playing us both, then."

Genesis' waist was wrapped tight by muscular arms. He next found himself on the couch, face down. His expression changed, a sneaky smile curling about his lips. His elbows pushed him up as Sephiroth;s weight sought to press him down. They found themselves in a bout for dominance, wrestling in a kiss to force the other into submission. Sephiroth was just as unrelenting sexually as he was on the battlefield. Genesis didn't mind the struggle; he would've been disappointed at anything less.

Genesis wrapped his legs around Sephiroth's waist, conceding under the other's weight. He felt his shoulder blades press against the soft black leather cushions. He rolled his hips into the other man's, letting go of a soft moan against the other's lips.

Sephiroth's warm hands cupped his shoulder blades, pressing Genesis' lean body closer to him. Arching up, Genesis let out a purr against the other's ear.

"Fuck me, please.."

Sephiroth's cellphone rattled noisily against the kitchen counter. Both men's heads jerked up at the noise. Genesis looked at him, challenging him to move, to answer it. Sephiroth refused to break his cat-like gaze with the other. The phone clattered on vibrate for another minute before silencing. Sephiroth's teeth never left Genesis' skin during that time, nipping at mouthfuls of pale, clean flesh, only leaving small scratches from his teeth. Genesis' moans grew louder but still sounded like rolling purrs.

Genesis' fingers traipsed down Sephiroth's back, sneaking the black coat off of his shoulders. The burden fell to the ground, baring his muscular torso under pale, flawless skin. Genesis' gloved palms caressed the tendrils of muscle, admiring and committing every curve to memory. He pressed up against Sephiroth, back arching as the pale lips moved down the center of his chest, trailing wet kisses.

"I'm not even sure someone like him could handle someone like you..." Genesis hissed. hooking a thumb under Sephiroth's belt line and tugging.

Sephiroth smirked, unclasping Genesis' shoulder pauldron cross-straps, letting the red jacket fall off his shoulders. Genesis was not as built as he was, but still had a cut frame, taut with muscle. "And you're sure you can?"

"More than sure... Actually," Genesis, after some fiddling, undid Sephiroth's pants and slid his hand inside. His red leather glove stroked his length teasingly, with long, languid gestures. "...I'm not so sure you can keep up with me."

Sephiroth growled softly, shoving Genesis harshly down onto the couch. A rabid grin spread across his lips at Sephiroth's aggression. He seemed to feed off of his every movement. His red hair framed his face beautifully, ice blue eyes striking out at him, challenging his next move. Sephiroth wished nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of his face.

Genesis' coat was not entirely off. Sephiroth grabbed his loose chest-straps and yanked him forward, sitting on his knees. Genesis' face ungracefully smashed against his abdomen. Genesis' eyes slit, glaring in competition. Instead of fighting back, he closed his eyes, trailing his tongue between his defined abs, dipping into his navel, and mouthing against his obvious erection. Sephiroth's lip quirked as his hands curled into the auburn hair, encouraging him.

Genesis' still gloved hand popped the button and fished his erection out of the taut leather pants. Sephiroth moaned quietly as Genesis took the tip into his mouth eagerly, lips hot and slick. He bobbed up and down on it, swallowing as much as he could. Sephiroth grit his teeth and urged him deeper. Genesis made a soft groan as he took him deeper, mouth full and working up and down his length.

Sephiroth's eyes fell shut as Genesis kept on, rocking his head back and forth in perfect rhythm. His lips wrapped around every bit of his length, sucking it harshly. Sephiroth refused to give him too much of a reaction, despite how good it felt. He opened his eyes to watch him bob on his cock. Genesis' icy eyes gazed up at him innocently, a priceless gaze that only increased his pleasure.

After a lingering lick and suckle, Genesis trailed away, slurping one last time at the tip. He raised up to Sephiroth's height and licked teasingly at his lips. Sephiroth caught Genesis' lips and kissed him roughly. Before he knew it, Genesis had his back to the couch, his pants being tugged off of him insistently. His legs wiggled out of their binds, curling around the strong waist.

Sephiroth leaned over him, one hand planted to each side of his head. Genesis languidly smiled at him. Sephiroth looked deep into his eyes, trying to tell what exactly the redhead was thinking. Genesis refused to allow himself to be read; the smug look remained, and he reached up to innocently peck at the other's lips. The kiss was sweet, fleeting. His hand lowered, grabbing Sephiroth's cock and positioning it between his legs.

Sephiroth would not let him be in control -- the hand was swiped away, pinned again over his head. Genesis' chest was bare, nipples perking in the cool air of the apartment. Sephiroth's flat was always kept ice cold, for whatever reason. He shivered, moving his hips against the tip of his arousal, urging him on. He bit his bottom lip adorably.

"I thought for sure there was a coward under all that bravado." It felt as if Genesis was luring him deeper into a dangerous place. With both his wrists pinned above his head, Sephiroth was given the illusion that he was in control; still, Genesis quirky smile told otherwise, and he suspected he was playing right into the redhead's situational trap. Despite it, Sephiroth trusted himself, even in the presence of the redhead, to dance in and out of the trap like a fox without being caught.

"You still haven't seen under any of my armor." Sephiroth held Genesis' hands over his head with one arm, the other trailing down his chest, tweaking a nipple, curving down his slender side to position himself against him firmly. "I doubt anyone ever will."

Genesis hissed as Sephiroth pressed into him, arching his hips against him. Sephiroth pulled out and pressed in again, forceful and slow. The rhythm became steady, and Genesis' purring turned to moans, joining with his thrusts.

"I've seen enough to know what you're hiding, under it all..." His wrists worked against Sephiroth's hand, struggling against his capture. Sephiroth was not budging, trapping him in that position, safe, where he could keep an eye on him. Genesis bit his lips, crooning, head tilting backward. His lips swelled, turning a darker shade of pink. Sephiroth's free hand worked on his length, pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. He drew a deep, rich groan out of the other, Genesis' head falling to the side, mouth open, eyes shut. He was gorgeous -- he knew it, and was using it as a weapon. He would give Sephiroth the illusion he was in control, although his bite was sinking deeper by the second.

"It's nothing special," Genesis whispered into his ear. In response, he tilted back and gave out a cry, as Sephiroth was especially rough with him. After a moment, his discomfort turned to pleasure, and he groaned harshly, feeling himself be split apart by the forceful thrusts. He fought against his restraint until, finally, his hands slid out of his gloves and he turned over onto his stomach, propping himself up on palms and knees. He sunk his hips down, taking each thrust with eagerness, humming pleasurably and making the most delightful sounds.

The cellphone went off again, but its unceremonious clatter again went unattended.

Genesis' breaths were ragged as he thrust his hips backward, matching Sephiroth's momentum. He crooned, arching his head back. He could smell the sweat on Sephiroth's neck as he laid his cheek against it. His cheekbone jostled against the other man's jaw as Sephiroth's thrusts slowed to a deep, purposeful rhythm, jostling Genesis' hips each time they met. He could smell their sex with his heightened SOLDIER senses, and knew the other man could as well. It was almost sensory overload. Genesis curved his spine like a cat, eager for every moment.

Both were too proud to call out the others name. Genesis felt his pleasure mounting, and gave in to the kneading hand over his swollen member. He cried out in exasperation, releasing a stream of hot cum into Sephiroth's palm, dribbling down his fingers, still taut over his erection. As Genesis came, Sephiroth thrust deeply against his prostate, causing him to shudder with pleasure, mouth agape with harsh, raspy breaths. As the throbs receded, Genesis was thrown roughly on his back. He looked up, surprised and jolted from his lightheadedness, still feeling the after-effects of his orgasm. His thighs still spread on either side of him, Sephiroth took himself out of Genesis and stroked his length a few times, glaring Genesis in the eye.

Genesis narrowed his eyes at him as Sephiroth's cum pooled at the center of his chest, streaming down his side and onto his arm, soiling part of the couch. It was done clearly in offense; instead of being offended, Genesis' grouchy expression turned hazy as he dabbled his fingertips in the hot mess and trailed it up his chest, lapping at his fingertips sensually.

Sephiroth looked bemused and cynical at the languid expression, and leaned forward to catch his lips in a long, torrid kiss.

Genesis' eyes fell shut, lips still parted as he finally fell away from the kiss. His body still throbbed from their sex. He curled his ankles around Sephiroth's waist, purring, satisfied. Sephiroth leaned down to brush the side of his neck with a quick kiss.

"I'm unlike anyone else you'll ever meet. Stop trying to peg me as someone you can classify."

"Is that what you tell yourself, to keep you from seeing what you really are?" Genesis looked up at him, gaze cool and collected.

"And what is that?" Sephiroth snorted. "A hero?"

"No..." Genesis' satisfaction piqued, and a long, smug smile trailed over his lips. He rest his cheek comfortably against the couch, trailing his wet fingers over Sephiroth's, on his hip. His words were soft, gentle, matter-of-fact:

"A monster."