Disclaimer: Temporary slight OOCness, violence, an occasional Non-Con and for the characters, I don't own 'dem.

Genesis lingered in the bathroom a little while longer, bandaging his damaged hand from his little unconsious outburst earlier. He really let his mind wander way too often. Not that he could help it, of course; Genesis was a very logistical person. Every little detail or conflict, he had to sort out. This time, however, he was finding it very difficult to do such.

He was with Sephiroth, but had obviously fallen very hard for Angeal-and was still falling. However, it was painfully true that pursuing anything with Angeal was impossible, even if Sephiroth wouldn't kill him for trying to leave for someone else. Sure, a few years ago, he'd thought he was also in love with the General, but as the years passed, he had to keep teaching himself to keep loving him and even more than the previous day. *Or else.* He was the envy of every other SOLDIER and even several Turks in the Company for his relationship with Sephiroth, but they had no idea how lucky they were for being nothing more than a passing comrade in the hallway.

Another shudder wracked his frame. Without looking at anything, Genesis let a hand travel up his right arm, up behind the shoulder. He had gotten over it little over a week ago when, while he was on patrol duty with his two friends, a passing civilian had winked at him. Naturally, Genesis offered a small smile back before averting his eyes and continuing on his way. The other two, unfortunately, had noticed the subtle exchange. Angeal was quite amused, and had teased Genesis throughout the remainder of the day, while Sephiroth had retained a calm, cool attitude...until the door to Genesis's apartment suite was closed and locked for the night. Genesis had spent the next few hours being brutally reminded just who he solely belonged to and if he ever-*ever*-let such an exchange (even one as subtle as that wink) happen again...oh, he was better off not letting it happen.

He sighed heavily again, fiercely shoving the dark thoughts from his mind, picking up his brush from its place by the sink. As he ran it through his damp locks, he constantly repeated to himself, 'He only does it because he loves me. He would be heartbroken if someone took me away...'

Finally, after a few strokes, he wrapped his towel securely around his waist and headed out of his bathroom. His bedroom was dark, but he expertly reached for his silky robe hanging on the bedpost with ease. He paused his grooming for a moment to slip him into the soft material and sat on the edge of his bed. He relished in the soothing feel of his brush running through his hair until the lamp on the nightstand adjoining the opposite side flicked on. He furrowed his brow for a moment and turned around. An ominous figure stood there, half-bathed him shadow. Genesis let a soft smile stretch his features.

"Oh, hello. I didn't know you were here."

"That's obvious," a calm voice emminated from the visitor's direction before they began to pace around to Genesis' occupied side of the bed. "You do spend quite a long time in the shower, beautiful."

Genesis followed his movements, shyly smiling again as he resumed his brushing. "Well, I like to keep myself well-kept."

"That I can see."

A brief silence. Genesis tried not to feel uneasy, "So, um..." he quietly cleared his throat." What brings you here tonight, love?"

"Oh, nothing, really. Except for the desire to pay my little flower a late-night visit. But it appears someone has already beaten me to the finish line." Genesis let an expression of confusion cross his face. His hand halted for a moment as his visitor came into full view when he knelt in front of him. Sephiroth's calm demeanor was usually hard to decipher-even for his lover. "So, who were you speaking to in there?"

Genesis looked even more confused, "What do you mean, love?"

"While I was waiting for you to finish up, I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be talking to someone. With whom and what about, I wonder?"

A little unnerved, Genesis casually stood from his seat and paced toward the window, a carefree smile on his lips, "Oh, that was nothing..."

"Really?" he could feel Sephiroth stand and face him again. "I seemed to hear you utter a name we both know. Now, I'm sure you wouldn't have let anyone-much less him-cross over to our private lines?" Oh, Gaia. He'd heard..?

Genesis lightly chuckled, attempting to keep the situation light, "Oh, you misunderstand; I was merely-"

"You weren't possibly thinking...of somebody else, were you, beautiful?"

"Oh, Goddess, no."

"Is that so?" the next instant, Sephiroth had pressed so close to him that Genesis felt himself trapped between his lover and the wall. "Then, please, explain."

"I-I was...recalling a...private joke between Angeal and myself."

Sephiroth's guarded attitude seemed to soften a little, "Ah. You were just reminiscing, weren't you?" with another small smile, Genesis nodded. "What joke? Please, do tell." Genesis hadn't counted on that. Frantically, he searched his mind for something-anything-to tell his lover. He obviously wasn't fast enough, for Sephiroth's expression went stone-cold. "I see. Lying to me again, beautiful?"

"N-no, I-"

THWAP!

Genesis registered the sound before the pain. And the pain before his collision of his head into his dresser, resulting in more pain. The next thing he knew, he was sprawled on the floor, brush dropped, forgotten somewhere and his hand now pressed to his temple. The unmistakable warm liquid began to coat his fingers. Tears stung his eyes and he tried so hard not to make a sound. He heard Sephiroth step closer and kneel beside him. His voice was now scolding.

"Do you see what you made me do? Do you think I enjoy hitting you?" Genesis shook his head. Slowly, he began to bring his other elbow up to support his weight, but did not dare look up at his angry lover yet. "Tell me, who were you thinking of when you thought I wasn't here?"
"No one-You." Genesis apparently had stopped himself too late for another harsh blow knocked him back on the floor. It took everything within him to not let loose any sobs that were building up inside of him.

"I don't believe you." the next words were hissed very close to Genesis's ear. "But I will make certain you won't be thinking of anyone else."

Genesis didn't have time to be scared before he was violently yanked up from where he lay on the lush blue carpet and tossed rather roughly onto his bed. He accidentally let a small whimper escape his throat before he looked up to see the SOLDIER general hovering over him, his wrist pinned to the mattress beneath his lover's strong hands. "S-Seph?" he whispered fearfully. "Pl-please don't. I-I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise."

Sephiroth clicked his tongue petulantly, his features unmoving, "I still don't believe you."

A wave of panic passed through Genesis when his tormentor began to unfasten his robe. He knew better than to struggle when he was being punished, but when the towel unraveled at Sephiroth's hands, he forgot about all that. Boldly, he reached down to stop the general's hands from commencing any further. He couldn't do this tonight.

"No. No, no. Please," he quietly begged. Sephiroth scowled at him. Genesis didn't care about his pride or dignity right now. He would do *anything* to stop this from happening. He couldn't bear it. Not now. He felt a little ashamed that he let tears begin to fill his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please, I love you."

His lover stopped for a moment and stared straight into the stressed blue eyes, "Is that so? And who else?"

"N-no one. Just you. I swear. I won't do it again, I promise. It was an accident. I didn't-"

Those green eyes continued to survey him and Genesis finally found himself falling silent. He waited under the stern gaze for his lover to speak. And, eventually, speak, he did.

"I believe you. But that won't spare you being punished."

Whatever split-second relief Genesis had felt was crushed and burned to ashes at the last statement. He didn't even try to hold in his despair as he was turned over on his stomach, his robe torn completely away. His wrists were placed on either side of his head on his pillows. He knew to keep them there. He didn't move at all, as a matter of fact. Te best way to overcome punishment was to be compliant.

When he heard Masamune being drawn he tried not to flinch. When he felt its tip sink into his back he tried not to scream. The blade had been heated this time. Slowly, languidly, it slid down his back in a diagonal pattern. The action was repeated in the opposite direction. The twin lesions were ran over thrice more, lightly scraping muscle. Genesis held his breath until he felt his partner hover over him from behind again, a cold voice haunting his hearing.

"You're off limits, do you understand that?" He nodded obediently. "And if ever you forget, this mark will remind you, won't it?" another nod. "Are you ready to make amends then, my love?" this time, the only answer was a shuddering sob. Sephiroth waited for no other answer. Instead, he moved towards the end of the bed, never taking his gaze off his lover's beautiful body. Meanwhile, Genesis tried to block everything out, to will himself to lose consciousness, but to no avail. He hated this part the worst. Yes, he knew he deserved it, but that didn't make it any easier to endure.

He knew this routine far too well.

He gasped into the pillow when the still gloved hand pushed a single digit just so into him. He nearly screamed when one became three. He did scream when he was entered, completely raw and without proper preparation. Before it was over, he'd had the tie to his robe stuffed deep into his mouth and then held there by his lover's hand-he was being too loud. When it was all over, he lay quietly, emotionless while the general licked the drying blood from his back. And finally, Genesis apologized for wronging his partner, which was ruefully accepted.

After a few moments, Genesis gingerly turned over to face his scornful Sephiroth. He offered a tiny smile and tentatively reached up his uninjured hand to try and bring him closer, "Will you hold me?"

Green eyes narrowed a fraction, "I believe you deserved to sleep alone tonight." the redhead's expression crumpled, but realized Sephiroth was right. And it was ok; he could live with that. Without another thought, he turned away and prepared to listen to his lover leave, only to be pulled against a broad chest by strong-and now gentle-arms. "But I'll be generous tonight. Just so long as you understand you were in the wrong."

A small, tortured smile crept onto Genesis's face one last time. At least Sephiroth was forgiving in the end.

A/N: Awww poor Genesis. Oh well. Don't worry Geny lovers, things will be okay sometime in the near/far future.