Genesis could honestly say he had never been this out-of-sorts in his life. Thoughts of the blond cadet would not stop racing through his mind, even a week later. As much as he tried to wrangle them into submission, the kiss he had shared with the younger man kept frolicking across the landscape in his head. And it was unnerving, to say the least. Never before had someone been so intently glued into his mind and Genesis was unsure what to do about it. On the one hand, he could hunt down the young cadet and attempt to woo the boy, or he could do what he had been doing all week: mope. And mope he did, even causing some distress with Angeal, whom had always felt overprotective of his carefree friend. It was Angeal's distress at Genesis' apparent depression that caused the broad man to show up at Genesis' apartment, demanding the other General accompany him to watch Zack train. Amidst much grumbling and protests, Genesis was finally dragged, almost literally, from the blank surroundings of his home to the same training grounds they had sparred at the previous week, the same field where he had shared a touching kiss with a gorgeous blond cadet by the name of Cloud Strife.

When they arrived at the training ground, it was empty, much to Genesis' surprise. He had expected Angeal's overzealous lover bouncing around as he awaited his teacher.

"So, where is your puppy, Angeal? I thought you dragged me out here to watch you train him. Finally get past paper training?" Genesis asked with a smirk.

"Oi, you wound me Genesis. I just had to wait for Spiky, here, to finish getting ready. And I will have you know, I was perfectly house trained before Angeal came along. I rarely have an accident anymore," came a boisterous voice from behind him, belonging to the infamous puppy, Zack Fair.

"Oh, that is such a lie! I swear, even a dog picks up after themselves more than you do," a softer voice claimed, its owner's blue eyes dancing with laughter.

Genesis froze at the sound of the boy's voice, struck to the spot by the object of his obsession being in front of him. Turning to Angeal, a note of confusion played in his eyes and voice.

"I thought you brought me to watch you train Zack?"

Angeal tilted his head to the side, minor concern shifting his facial features before he smoothed them out.

"No, I told you we were going to watch him train. Watch him train Cadet Strife, actually. Is that a problem, Gen?"

Zack and Cloud looked at the exchange between the two friends, curious, but remaining respectfully silent before Zack clapped a hand roughly on Cloud's shoulder.

"Hey Spiky, meet General Genesis Rhapsodos, the Crimson General. And of course, you know Angeal," Zack claimed, a smile softening his otherwise loud voice.

"Hi, General Hewley, sir. Nice to see you again, General Rhapsodos, sir," the timid reply came from the blond.

"WHAT?! You met Gen and didn't tell me? When? How? Where? Why?" Zack was practically dancing, he was bouncing around so much, not liking that he had been kept out of the loop.

"Cadet Strife observed a spar between your mentor and myself last week, Zack. Now please calm down before you give yourself a stroke. And it is lovely seeing you again, as well, cadet. But please, don't allow me to interrupt, better get started before something shiny comes along and distracts the puppy," Genesis said smoothly, earning a glare from Zack.

Cloud giggled before being hauled off by Zack, who had chosen to drag the cadet to the middle of the field as punishment for laughing at him. Genesis heard the blond squeak as he was abruptly dropped to the ground, Zack no longer gripping his collar. Sounds of the cadet's grumblings floated across the field as he reached to tug his uniform top over his head, Zack following suit, as it was rather warm out. Sliding apart, Cloud rolled his shoulders, the developing muscles there shifting beneath the skin as Zack did a couple of squats before swinging a Buster-style sword around in a large arc, indicating he was ready. Taking a stance, Cloud settled into form, his broadsword held at the ready. Zack launched into action, drawing the large sword towards the cadet, who parried it with skill before settling back into his pose. As they fought, the two Generals just watched, Angeal examining Zack for any flaws in form and Cloud for any pointers he would need to give to his puppy for later training; Genesis just watching the ripple of muscles and skin in the sparring dance before him.

They both leaned against the building, hording what little shade was available in the heat of the day, offering the smallest bit of comfort from the smothering warmth of the afternoon.

"So, what do you think of the cadet?" Angeal asked of his friend, trying to draw the quiet man from his shell without probing too much.

"Cloud? He seems to be doing very well, although his form could use a bit of work. See how his feet are positioned," Genesis said, pointing to where the two younger men were still battling, "he is going to lose balance if he doesn't slide it out more. And his arms aren't positioned quite right, they stick out too much, he is losing potential power there." Genesis faded out a bit, the moving form of the cadet drawing his mind back to that night, causing him to lose focus a bit.

If Angeal noticed, he kept it to himself and then turned his attention back to the pair sparring ahead of them, mentally cataloging everything for later examination. His musings were interrupted by his PHS ringing, the shrill sound causing he and Genesis to both jump slightly.

"This is Hewley."

"..."

"No, that's fine, Sephiroth, we will be there in a moment."

Angeal snapped his phone shut, shouting at Zack and Cloud to stand at ease, causing the two boy's to relax, shoving and punching at each other playfully.

"Zack, I am afraid we have to cut this short. General Sephiroth needs to see us in his office with information on your upcoming review."

"Awww, do we gotta, Angeal? We were having fun, weren't we, Spiky?" Zack whined, turning to the cadet.

"Speak for yourself, Zack, I was getting my ass pounded into the dirt while you laughed..." Cloud pouted, "I can just finish up myself, work on katas or something, I will be fine."

"I would be more than happy to help you, cadet. If you would like, of course," Genesis was shocked to find himself offering.

Cloud looked to Genesis in surprise, "I would be honored, sir. If it isn't too much trouble, that is, sir."

"No trouble at all, Strife, I assure you."

"Well, then, that is settled, come along, pup. No need to keep the General waiting," Angeal said, leading Zack from the training grounds. Zack quickly stumbled after his mentor, shrugging back into his uniform shirt.

Genesis watched the two dark haired SOLDIERs leave the field before shedding his coat, exposing his sleeveless uniform top. He debated for a moment before reaching for the clasps to the straps across his chest, deciding it was too warm to attempt training outdoors in this heat and unhooked the leather from his body, allowing the armor to fall. Reaching behind his head, he tugged at his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it on the ground with the leather. He leaned over and grabbed his blade from the pile, rolling his shoulders slightly in an imitation of the blond earlier.

"Alright, cadet. I did notice a couple of things you need to work at. Nothing major, mind you, just little things that Zack probably wouldn't notice, due to his considerably larger stature. Those two Goliaths tend to forget that with a smaller body comes a different center of gravity, apparently. Luckily, I am much closer to your size than they are, so let's get started, shall we?"

Cloud nodded at the man's comments, overly grateful that the Crimson General had agreed to help out. He had watched as Genesis had stripped down to his cargo pants and undershirt, a blush rising to color his fair skin with a rose hue. Shaking his head to rid his mind of the thoughts he had been having all week, most starring this particular General and his luscious lips, Cloud quickly followed Genesis out to the middle of the field again, unconsciously sliding into form once again. He attempted to hide his surprise when Genesis moved behind him, instead of across from him.

"Sir?"

"At ease, Cadet. It is much easier to show you how to move from this position. Now, first item of business," Genesis said, placing his feet on the outside of Cloud's and wrapping his arms to rest his hands on Cloud's sword, "you need to scoot your feet slightly closer together. You have been attempting to mimic Zack's distance, but he is much broader than you. They should never be more than shoulder width apart, or you will lose balance. If you lose balance, you lose the battle."

Genesis demonstrating, using his own feet to push Cloud's closer together, while Cloud nodded, paying close attention and ignoring all thoughts of who was pressed against his back, surrounding his body with heat.

"Next, remember, your arms can't be flailing about like that. You are losing too much potential power. Keep them close to your body...good, like that...it may seem awkward right now, but you will get used to it, and then you will see the difference it makes."

Cloud nodded again, trying not to notice the way the older male's breath ghosted over his ears.

"And, most importantly...your hips," Genesis purred into the cadet's ear, bringing his hands to rest on the slim hips, shifting them slightly and bringing the cadet flush with his body. "These need to be properly lined up at all times. Any power your arms don't provide will come from your hips, so as your arms and shoulders move like this," he said, changing Cloud's pose, "your hips need to compensate and move like this." Genesis used his own lower torso to shift Cloud, enjoying the feel of the blond moving against him, fitting perfectly in the shelter of his body.

Cloud's breath caught at the feel of Genesis moving against him, sliding him into position. 'This is not sexual, just focus,' he mentally berated himself, attempting to bring his mind back to his training. Refocusing his mind back on the moves the General was showing him, he couldn't help pick up the tension vibrating between them, both of their bodies taut with the strain of restraint. The General must have noticed it as well, and pulled away from Cloud, who let out a mental groan.

Genesis walked to the front of the cadet and pulled his sword from where he had stuck it into the dirt, struggling to bring his body under control, an erection threatening to make itself known just from his proximity to the golden haired boy.

"Alright, Cloud, let's see if that helps you any," he said, his smooth tenor voice resonating in Cloud's ears as the General assumed a similar stance.

Cloud willed his muscles to relax, taking a deep breath before attacking with full force, allowing his body to control itself, using his instincts to move. The attack was blocked and returned, forcing him to assume a more defensive posture before jumping back to continue his assault. They continued the mock fight, Cloud noticing that the pointers he had been given were, indeed, helping his balance quite a bit. He had nearly forgotten his arousal until Genesis managed a leg sweep, landing the cadet flat on his back. The General landed on top of him, his knees trapping Cloud's hands at his side, his weight pinning the rest of the blond's body. Genesis had his sword in hand, held with the point facing towards Cloud, his other hand gripping the pale neck beneath him. Cloud looked up into the General's eyes, frozen when he saw the slate depths swirling, darkening the color and flecks of green dancing in and out of the gray of his iris. And like that, the fight was over, Genesis descending on the cadet, embroiling his lips in a battle.

Their lips crashed together, fighting for dominance, teeth nipping at tender skin, tongues twining and shoving at each other. Genesis moaned, simultaneously tossing his sword to the side and carefully sliding his knees off of Cloud's hands, allowing the younger male more movement but still pinning him by hands to the blond's shoulders. Cloud's newly free hand reached up and tangled in the auburn hair hovering over him, gripping the silky strands as his tongue went on a conquest inside Genesis' mouth, staking his claim in the wet warmth. The taste of the man was intoxicating and Cloud realized his first name for the man, Cinnamon, was appropriate; he tasted sweet and spicy and absolutely delicious. Frantically, he moaned into the older man's mouth, his hips waiting for no instruction from his brain before lifting and grinding into the General, who returned the sentiment, the growl vibrating in his chest when their groins met, providing them with mind shattering friction. A gasp sounded between the two, neither sure who had released the sound and deep blue eyes met and held with slate gray, both swirling, deepening the shades.

They reached a conclusion at the same moment, there were too many clothes separating them. Cloud's hands skated across the damp cotton of Genesis' undershirt before meeting the top edge of the General's pants and tugging the tucked-in material free. His hands quickly delved beneath the clinging fabric, his fingertips skidding and sliding across the slick muscles of the General's abdomen, the well-defined ridges catching his attention as he gently dug his blunt fingernails into the sensitive flesh, before gripping at his sides. The motions brought Genesis back to reality, his hands jerking at Cloud's shirt, shifting the material up to allow his lips the freedom to explore the developing terrain of the blond's stomach. Genesis feasted like a starving man, nibbling at the buffet of ivory skin beneath him, scraping carefully at a now exposed nipple, the tiny sting covered quickly by his lapping tongue. Impatience caused him to tear the blond's shirt down the front and then tugging his own off, leaning forward again to capture this ethereal beauty's lips, groaning loudly as they were able to feel flesh on flesh at last.

"Gaia, Cloud, how you undo me," a hoarse whisper slipped past Genesis' lips.

Their oral war came to a screeching halt when the sound of voices filtered through to their lust fogged minds. They broke apart quickly, their lungs straining to fill their oxygen deprived body with much needed air. Cadets were filing out around them, rushing to their next class. None took notice of the two heavy individuals that were staring at each other in the middle of the field, both willing their erections into submission.

Genesis recovered first, coming over to Cloud and patting his back, discreetly leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Would you like to continue this someplace more private, Cadet?"

A quick nod front the cadet had them both rushing to grab up discarded articles of clothing and long abandoned weapons before rushing towards the building, the General leading the way. Cloud followed not two steps behind the taller man, who had shrugged his coat back on as Cloud tugged his scratchy uniform top back over his head, hiding his pale flesh once more. Both were still nearly breathless as they resisted the urge to molest each other in the elevator, sensitive to the fact that there were cameras watching. After what seemed an eternity, they finally arrived at a door, casually marked with 'General Genesis Rhapsodos'. Genesis turned to Cloud, searching for uncertainty in the deep blue orbs.

"Are you sure about this, Cloud?"