Author Notes: I wasn't planning on continuing this, you know. But, because some very influential people asked and swayed me, I decided to give the second chapter a go. Considering there are about two hundred more lines of poetry I could use, I figured one more wouldn't hurt. So, this should be the last one. I'm breaking my own rules here... Repeatedly.
Disclaimer: I, Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-, do not own, think I own, or will ever own Final Fantasy VII or its Compilations. If I did, Genesis would have been naked. The entire time. Trust me on that one. I also do not own the poem which is featured in this story, which is done by Algernon Swinburne.
"'I would the sea had hidden us, the fire
(Wilt thou fear that, and fear not my desire?)
Severed the bones that bleach, the flesh that cleaves,
And let our sifted ashes drop like leaves.'"
Sephiroth stayed still, looking over at the body breathing sporadically on top of the desk and Genesis, who was smirking, wiping fluid from himself as if it was rainwater. He was fitting his weeping organ back into his pants, the sound of the zipper going up like a symphony in the present silence.
Zack seemed not to have any words, either. He was quiet, for once, and for a brief moment the General wished that Angeal wasn't out in Junon. He would have been surprised as well at how silent his little puppy was. But the situation called for silence and shock, among many other feelings and emotions that Sephiroth was sure were somewhere inside of him. The white hot anger whipping through him, the fury of the cadet laying in a pool of semen and blood, lubrication and desire only fueling his lust to slice Genesis' head from his shoulders.
The man noticed the anger inside of Sephiroth's eyes and smirked. The General felt his eyes narrow and he turned his head sharply to Zack, whose mouth gaped open, eyes wide and only a few moves away from pointing out his finger in shock. What fuck? Zack would scream before running past Sephiroth, knocking his away as he grabbed the blonde dazed boy and dragged him off before coming back and attempting to kill Genesis.
But rather than allowing such a scene to take place before him, Sephiroth turned coolly to the SOLDIER and commanded him to get Strife away. "Remove the boy; take him to your room. Wash him and call for one of the medical teams to bring you an Esuna. Do not come back here." His voice was clipped and he brushed a few bothersome hairs from his face.
The puppy nodded and as he pulled Cloud's clothes back on him, shirt not tucked in and the pants staining near the rear and down the legs. Even though Zack was gentle, Cloud shivered violently against his touch and Sephiroth inhaled the smell of sex and innocence. Beautiful things when they were not mixed. Zack was murmuring something into the cadet's ear and Strife's eyes continued to glaze over searching the room, never coming back to Genesis' own cold blue eyes.
"Leave, little puppy, my seraph. Your superior and I have many things to discuss; but don't be shy." A wicked smile spread across Genesis' lips and he mockingly brushed a hand through his hair. "The Goddess has blessed you, little cadet. Be sure to come around when the pain becomes to much to bear on your own, and I will lull you into a world which is not your own, and with a gasp I'll—"
Genesis was cut off by Zack pulling Cloud out of the room and slamming the door shut.
Sephiroth finally allowed the barriers of his face to drop, the anger and blood-lust shining heavily through his cat-like eyes. With three steeps forward Genesis was pinned to the wall, Sephiroth's hands greedily pulling at the soft, sweat-slicked auburn hair in his fingers.
"Care to explain to me what the scene I witnessed was, Commander?" Sephiroth hissed, a reminder of a snake, anger evident.
Genesis' smirk did not leave his face, and instead he moved his head to allow Sephiroth's hand more access to the long strands. "You wish to pull, my General? It is fine by me—pull until your thirst for my blood is slaked, my beautiful pet."
With the full force of a SOLDIER First-Class, Sephiroth slammed Genesis' head into the wall, a loud sour moan coming from the man's parted lips. Sephiroth sneered and twisted a little harder.
"Explain what you were doing with an underage SOLDIER cadet, Commander. Need I remind you of ranks?" the man under his hands twisted, his legs locking between Sephiroth's legs, which he chose to ignore.
He opened his mouth and his teeth were stained red. A thin filmy dribble cascaded from the side of his lips and the man sighed, licking his lips. "Oh, how you wound me, dear friend. Your jealousy makes me shiver with the delight of a child capturing butterflies with his bare hands. I do not want to touch you with my fingertips, but I shall anyway, just for a moment to feel as beautiful as you are. Butterflies to not bite nor harm," he said, leaning forward to run his lips from the silver-haired man's cheek to eyelid.
Sephiroth strengthened his grip and pulled the face away from him, the blood on his cheeks and eyelids a paint splotch on an otherwise clear and beautiful canvas. He leaned closer, the leather of his jacket touching Genesis' legs. "I did not give you permission to touch me," he said.
"'And wring thy very spirit through the flesh?
Cruel? but love makes all that love him well
As wise as heaven and crueller than hell.'"
"Do not quote your petty poems," Sephiroth allowed Genesis some slack. The man sighed something intelligible before he allowed the mask to slip, weariness evident in his cool, mako blue eyes. "I am not your toy, and you are not to touch the boy."
"Beautiful beast, hands cold and heart stone, how I love your animosity toward the Hero of this story. The Goddess herself desired it; even you, the cold one, cannot fight such a plan." Sephiroth could see the blood on the wall, and the weakness seeping into Genesis' eyes. Those eyes...
"Minerva damn you," Sephiroth murmured, taking a step back. He raised his left hand to the bridge of his nose, soothingly rubbing. "You know nothing, Genesis; nothing of caring for another."
Genesis sucked in a breath through his bloodstained teeth. "So, you surrender, dearest one?"
"You are incorrect in that assumption. I've tired of this game of yours—the cadet was the last straw. I believe that you are..."
Genesis sighed and closed his eyes. "Little Sephiroth, caught between two choices; but I will tell you how sweet his skin was—and his mouth a wet cavern made for my own mouth to explore." He was out of breath. "Isn't it beautiful? How utterly different two exquisite beings can be, but yet I fucked them both, and each one moaned under my ministrations. Didn't you enjoy me inside of you, Sephiroth, my dark beast?"
The auburn-haired SOLDIER reached out his hand, running over the soft curve's of Sephiroth's face. The General stood still, sure that his very breath was chiseled away by the other's touch. The anger was still there, heady with the scent of the blonde boy's fluids on the table not too far away, and there was no potion or cure to dissolve his feelings. Genesis was poisoned with a disease, a virus, which Sephiroth himself could not fix.
"You've finally gone mad," the man murmured, taking a step back to assess the room. The jacket on the ground, the book of poetry ripped from the shelf, the pages scattered across the floor; there was blood and sex, but also the raw, unmasked scent of insanity somewhere hidden below, a thing only Sephiroth could smell. The look in his eyes was understandable now.
"I have not gone mad, but the world has changed—things are so much clearer and more beautiful. I can see this world rotting away like an overripe Banora White—can you smell it? So sweet, and the bugs have already begun to seep into the flesh, eroding, corrupting. They are much like you; Minerva sees you as the Heaven's Calamity... and I am the hero who must save you."
Sephiroth pulled out his cellphone, knocking in a few numbers before raising the object to his ears. He could see in his peripheral vision that Genesis was staggering back up, his eyes a wide gleam. His hand gingerly was touching his shoulder. "Peters, connect with Lazard—inform him that Genesis will be going on an extended mission in Wutai. Why? Tell him that the mako-infusions have begun to destabilize him. There is also his wound, which should leave him there," Sephiroth continued to speak until the phone was snatched from his hand. He looked impatiently at the other man, who quickly closed the phone and threw it at the wall.
"You now desire his body, too, my dear old friend, lover. But he has been marked by my tongue." He grabbed hold of Sephiroth's strong hair like the General had once had his own. Sephiroth stared dejectedly at the man. "I will not give him to you."
With one swift moment their lips connected harshly and Sephiroth continued to hold pose, back straight and at the other man's power. It was pointless to stop it—the two were close, yes, and the actions were not new, but the silver-haired General knew that there was no stopping Genesis. Not now...
"'Except these kisses of my lips on thine
Brand them with immortality; but me —
Men shall not see bright fire nor hear the sea,'"
Their bodies were connected and Sephiroth felt his stomach tingle with pleasure. He said not a word as the body over him continued to ravage and pillage his own, and while there was sensuality to each move, every touch and every lick, he could tell the man inside of him, the blood of another still clung to his erection, was not the same. The touches were laced with other. Genesis was no longer his—he was hers. Minerva's child he was.
"My heart, why do you beat for him?" Genesis questioned, whispering into Sephiroth's ear. As expected, he did not answer, but instead allowed his body to constrict. They would come soon, and he would be taken away, far away. There would be somewhere, anywhere, where the man could come back to his senses.
Sephiroth could already feel the feet pounding across the floor and the door knob turning as Genesis came inside of him. The General did not make a sound or a move and hoped that his eyes conveyed whatever lingering emotion he had to Genesis, whose face was flushed and swollen cock weeping its cum inside of him.
There was a moment of pain when one of the Turk's pulled the auburn-haired man from him, thrusting the pants back up. No one looked at him—the red bastard was talking to someone on his phone and Tseng was staring impatiently over to Genesis, who was wiping his head.
"Cannot give me a moment with my lover?" he spit the word 'lover' out like corrosive acid. "Allow me to make him satisfied? Now you will force me to another town, another mission where I will not be able to whisper sweet nothings into my dark beast's ear. I have not warned him not to touch my angel, have I? His tongue belongs to me, and the little angel's soul can be added to my collection. It is exquisite of a collection, too. There is..."
Reno tapped his finger against the needle before shoving it through the skin of the SOLDIERs throat. For a moment, as the Turk pulled out the hypodermic, nothing happened, but then the mako bloomed against his skin, sickly green surrounded by taunt skin like ivory. Tseng caught him by the back of his shirt, and nodded to Sephiroth, not bothered.
"We will make sure not to be seen, sir," the Wutainese man said jerkily, looking down at Genesis, who was fading between the hazy drugs and sea-sawing in his delirium. "The experiments, sir?"
Sephiroth wondered for a stint in time why Tseng did not so much as bat an eyelash over his state of undress, while the younger Turk leaned back, aquamarine eyes wide as they followed the curve of his backside. It was explainable for the boy, but the older Turk said not a word. He would have been lying to himself if he hadn't expected something akin to 'and sir, your pants', but nothing. He continued to look at Genesis.
"Yes, Tseng. The experiments. Tell Hollander that he must stop fooling around with my SOLDIERs."
"Looks like you were the one foolin' 'round," the red-head snickered. He leaned down and grabbed Genesis' feet. "Or getting' fooled 'round with. But it'd be best if we left, right, Boss?"
As they left, Genesis turned his head, eyes a sickly green now, so very different from their mako-enhanced hues. His beauty laid within his words, and his destruction with it.
"'Till supreme sleep shall bring me bloodless ease;
Till time wax faint in all his periods;
Till fate undo the bondage of the gods,
And lay, to slake and satiate me all through,
Lotus and Lethe on my lips like dew,
And shed around and over and under me
Thick darkness and the insuperable sea.'"
"Goodbye, my lovely beast. And the next time we shall meet I will be bathed in the crimson lifeblood of both angels and demons. It will be glorious, and we shall... we shall... our hearts... they will beat..."
"As one."
Fini
There will be absolutely no more of this story. It is done, and I hope that you enjoyed it. And I guess you all should know what comes after this? Extended vacation in Wutai with a lot of other SOLDIERs... oh yeah, Crisis Core. And for those who wondered, the reason I picked this particular poem, besides being beautiful, is the fact that it represents homosexuality, sadomasochism, cannibalism and dystheism. Best part? It fit completely into this story. It also fit in with my therapist's way of getting me to "deal" with some of my issues. Thanks, I guess? It didn't make me feel much better.
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