Disclaimer: The chars and setting are not mine.
Warnings: Violence, language, yaoi, oral, remcest (all the usual warnings for this story)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Genesis/Yazoo, Rufus/Kadaj
AN: I am sorry for the two month delay in an update. I have been working on other projects and needed a small break from this. However, for those of you still following the story, thank you so very much.
AN2: As you can tell, I have broken this chapter down into parts, mostly due to the length of each scene. The third installment will follow on the heels of this one, and will probably be posted in the next day or two.
AN3: This entire chapter happens the day following the events of the destruction of the Gold Saucer. It is not meant to advance the main plot. Once the third part is posted, we will be caught back up to the main story.
Thank you to my wonderful beta, Chance969. You are great, sweetie.
"Hey baby, what's up?" The flame haired Turk forced himself to sound awake and alert, as he spoke into his state-of-the-art PHS. Going without sleep really was a pisser, especially with everything that happened in the past twenty-four hours.
Reno waited as the person on the other end replied. "Eh, so nothen new then?" He listened again, nodding, though he knew the speaker couldn't see him, "Yeah, baby I'm still on assignment. And yes, this 'en's as tight lipped as it gets, least for now, yo."
The red head fished a cigarette out of his pocket and lit the tip, "Some bad shit's goin down." He took a drag off his smoke, inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a sigh. "Can't tell ya bout it right now, but as soon as I get the go ahead, you get the first heads up."
Reno had felt panicky since the destruction of the Gold Saucer, and he wanted to tell the lover he was talking to everything, but Rufus ordered his Turks to stay quite. However, he had to give the man on the other line a bit of a warning. "I'll tell ya this though, Cloud, an I mean it, keep yer eyes peeled, and watch out for Tif." He was thankful when Strife only gave a "hum," in agreement. The blonde knew that he wouldn't get an answer if he asked about official Turk business.
"Oh, an Cloud, just in case anything happens, yo," Reno always ended his calls like this if there was a possibility that he wasn't coming home "You know that you and Tifa are my wold, right? An...shit, you know how I feel bout the both of ya." In the few years the three of them had been together, neither Reno nor Cloud had said those three little words. Tifa said them quite often to both men, and though they both reciprocated her feelings, it just wasn't something they talked about. It was what it was, and the three seemed content with that. "Tell the warrior princess I will call her after she closes the bar."
'Oh, and Cloud, I love you both.' Reno almost said it, however it was with a "take care," that he disconnected his call.
Reno had no more than crushed out his cigarette and put his phone away, when two shots pierced the locks on the front door. Reno had just enough time to draw his piece and aim at Genesis Rhapsodos' head before a peaceful slumber drew him into its depths.
Rufus stood beside the large picture window in the presidential suite's bedroom. He was looking disheveled, his flaxen blond hair sticking up at odd angles and his lips were still swollen red from the passionate kisses he had been sharing with Kadaj only moments ago.
His gaze had just fallen down upon the tourist town of Costa del Sol when the door burst opened then slammed shut. The president held the belt of his white silk robe tight in his hand, keeping the material together, but didn't bother to turn and face the intruder. He continued to stare out the window, his face a mask of calm, his body posture relaxed. From his vantage point, the people below, moving through the street in their normal hustle and bustle of activity, reminded him of ants scurrying about searching for food.
"Where is Kadaj?" Rufus' smooth voice cut through the silence after half a minute passed. Of course he'd heard the gun shots outside the suite, but he had only shaken his head, slightly perturbed. Kadaj had announced the weapon being discharged was none other than Velvet Nightmare. The president and his young lover had separated, their lusts unsatisfied, and pulled on their robes. Kadaj tookSouba and exited the room, leaving Rufus alone with his double barreled automatic shotgun as his only form of protection. Said firearm was now held in the blonde's hand, hanging at his side, obfuscated from the view of the invader.
Then came the ringing sound of steal against steal, followed by the muffled voices. A few minutes later, the front door had closed again. And now Rufus was alone in his room with one very pissed off ex-SOLDIER.
"You bastard," Genesis hissed through his teeth, not answering Rufus' question. Rage colored the auburn angel's cheeks so they almost matched his hair. The warrior had Rapier leveled at the president and he was poised to strike. A moment would be all that was necessary to close the distance and drive the deadly point deep into the blond man's neck.
"You are mistaken Mr. Rhapsodos," Rufus adjusted his focus so that he could see Genesis' reflection in the window's glass, "if you remember correctly, I was claimed. It was Deusericus who was the bastard. Now I ask you again, where is Kadaj?"
Genesis saw red. Not only had Shinra hurt his lover, but he now was speaking ill of a man that Gen had the upmost respect for. It was the breaking point for the fighter. It didn't help Rufus' case that not a single ounce of emotion crossed his features. The one winged angel charged.
Rufus had expected nothing less of Genesis. The president's onetime lover always over-reacted in the most dramatic of fashions, and while that used to be a quality the blond would find endearing about the red-head, now the president merely found the trait irritating.
Genesis, fully intending to hurt Shinra's president, was completely caught off guard when Rufus pivoted in a 180 degree half circle and swiftly brought up a metal cylinder to protect his neck. The red blade slide through the gun's barrel as if the firearm was butter, however, Rufus was left unharmed. The SOLDIER cursed, jerked his sword arm, disarmed the president, and with his free hand slammed his fist into Rufus' jaw. Bone shattered under Mako enhanced strength and Genesis' signature smirk appeared when he heard the sickening wet crunch.
White fire erupted in the left side of Rufus' face, sending him flying off his feet. He sailed through the air, and landed half-on half-off his bed. He groaned as he slid to his knees, struggling to stay conscious. He closed his eyes and focused on the throbbing, broken bone. Long ago pain had become a constant companion, an old friend. One did not survive an attack from a Weapon and not learn how to deal with agony.
"It only took me one hit to break you Shinra. How many did it take to break my Yazoo?" Genesis had lost the fury that had laced his voice earlier. He was in control again, a state he rather enjoyed. He moved so that he was standing over Rufus, peeled the destroyed gun off his sword and dug the point of the blade into the younger man's neck.
Rufus was not broken, far from it. But he was not stupid either. Keeping his mind trained on his pain, he held himself completely still.
"I remember a time, Rufus," the presidents name easily tumbled off the SOLDIER's lips, "when you once told me that you liked fighting and battles and you figured that you would like swords too, but you had never seen one used. Do you still like these things? Do you still like swords now that you have seen them in action?" Genesis was purposely dragging out their past together to torment the man. He cut a little deeper into Rufus' skin. Surprisingly the kneeling man had yet to bleed.
Rufus remembered all too clearly the night he had said those words to Genesis. He had been but a boy, and his date for the night, soon to become lover, had asked him what his likes and dislikes were. Rufus had had to think long and hard about the question. However, back then Genesis actually gave a shit about his answer. This time Rufus could not answer, (not that Genesis cared), his broken jaw restrained him from speaking.
"Vengeance, man hath no greater passion nor desire.
His heart seethes, blood runs fire.
He is then left cold and empty
Body trembling, soul shaking
Til his lusts are filled once more"
Genesis withdrew the sword and began pacing behind Rufus as he spouted off his spur-of-the-moment poetry.
"I want you to suffer the way you made Yazoo suffer."A vision of Yazoo crying pitifully for his attackers to stop, flashed in Genesis' mind's eye, and righteous anger filled the auburn beauty once again. Genesis suddenly jumped down on his off foot, while his leading foot snapped forward, connected with Rufus' defenseless side. Yet again, Gen was treated to the noise of bone splintering. At least one of President Rufus' ribs caved under the assault.
Rufus became a bundle of white silk and gold locks curled into a tight ball on the floor. He wanted to cry, to scream out his agony, yet his mouth would only allow him to utter a small groan of complaint. It had been two years since the last time he had felt real pain, he supposed it was time for his body to endure more. His mind began to cloud with haze, and he envisioned himself begging to Genesis, 'Enough! Please, no more.'
The ex-SOLDIER 1st was about to deliver another blow to the broken body laying before him, but stopped himself before a connection was made. Maybe Gen shouldn't have brought up the past he and Rufus shared, the time before Sephiroth. Because suddenly, when he looked down at Rufus, he didn't see the man for who he was, instead, in his minds eye, he saw a frail youth, who had been hurt and abused his entire life.
"Godsdamnit, Shinra," Genesis hissed. He sheathed Rapier, and bent to pick up the president. He carefully laid the blond on his bed and assessed the damage. Rufus' jaw line was reddish-purple and swollen to the size of a materia ball. His eye was also black and puffed shut. Gen opened the man's robe, and ignoring the shiver that his touch caused, traced his fingers along the area he had just kicked. Judging from the tensing of Rufus' muscles and sharp intake of breath, Genesis concluded that he had broken two ribs.
"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath. Here was a man he had sworn to never hurt, did he always prove to be such a liar?
Gripping the handle of his sword, Genesis removed his hand from Rufus frame but let it linger a few inches above him. Pulling on the power of the Restore Materia he had slotted, he cast Cure.
Gen watched in rapt fascination (he had always loved seeing magic in action, and when he had time, he would allow himself to become enchanted) as the bones knitted back together and the swelling and bruising vanished.
Rufus was teetering on the edge of blissfully passing out when the warm waves of health washed over him, mending him. He relaxed and let the sensations roll though him. Finally, when his body was fully restored, he opened his eyes and looked up at Genesis. "Do you feel better now?"
The red mage ignored the pointed sarcasm. "Kadaj is in Yazoo's suite. They needed to talk."
Rufus sighed, "do I make a good punching bag?"
Genesis growled, "that's not why I came. I don't need you to help me blow off steam. You hurt Yazzy."
The president sat up, "What about Reno?"
"I cast sleep on him. He drew his weapon on me. Can you believe that?" The red head rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Hmm? Imagine that. A Turk doing his job."
Genesis glared at Rufus. "Watch it Shinra, I can still kill you."
It was the blondes turn to roll his eyes, "And you didn't just now, because...?"
The auburn angel sighed and sat down on the edge of Rufus' bed. "Because I vowed long ago that I would not be one of the people who hurt you."
Rufus snorted as he adjusted his robe so that he was decent again. "And you worry about that now? You broke that promise when you abandoned me for Sephiroth."
Genesis' head snapped toward the president, and his eyes narrowed. "Excuse me? If I recall, you were the one who left me. You didn't leave a note, a message on my answering machine, word with anyone. You just left." Anger was starting to tinge Gen's tone again. "And I waited. I waited to hear news of you, or maybe a letter from you personally. And I received nothing. Only after Seph and I became a couple, did Tseng of the Turks, feel it necessary to tell me that you moved to Junon. That was months later, Rufus."
The blond shifted his gaze away from the warrior and drew his knees to his chest. Rufus felt like he was spiraling out of control. In the span of only a few hours all his carefully placed walls of ice and indifference were being shredded away. For nearly ten years Rufus had kept all lovers, and potential meaningful relationships at a distance because he believed that everyone would hurt him like the SOLDIER had. It was only recently that he had allowed Kadaj to start to get close.
When Rufus next spoke, it was with a soft and gentle, barely above a whisper. "I was still a teenager, Genesis. I knew nothing about love, romance or relationships. Once my father had found out about what I had done, I was given an hour to gather my belongings. I was then put on a helicopter and taken straight to Junon. I didn't think to leave a note. I thought I could call you once I arrived to tell you what happened." The president sighed wistfully, "I wasn't allowed a communications device for the first year I was there."
Genesis' heart broke. He hadn't known. If he had, he would have gone to Rufus, would have demanded a transfer to Junon. So much lost due to lack of communication.
However, at the same time, the auburn angel's soul was soaring. He hadn't been the star of a good drama since his degradation and come to think of it, this was even better. Of course the warrior-poet wasn't consciously aware of this thought process so he did what was in his nature to do. Something that logically would cause the most dramatic effect.
The red mage moved so that he was at Rufus' side. Reaching out with both hands, he cupped the president's face. The blond didn't move to stop him. Gen lowered his head so the two were nose to nose. "I'm sorry," his head tilted slightly. Then their lips were touching. Genesis moved his mouth against the soft puckered flesh, "sorry for everything I did to hurt you. Then...and now."
Words were silenced and lips began to move in sync.
Rufus sucked in a breath, feeling his heart starting to pound in his chest. He remembered a time when he used to pray to whatever god was listening that he would be able to kiss Genesis one last time. And now, after getting beaten by said man, his prayer was coming true. 'Thank you,' he sent out another prayer.
The smell of Genesis, the taste of Genesis, the feel of Genesis, caused the president's mind to blank. He could easily make this man the center of his universe again. Forgive him of his past transgressions. Become dominated.
The kiss deepened, and tongues danced. 'Why can't Kadaj be this passionate. Well, the little brat is, in his own way.' The last part of the thought caused Rufus to smile, while the wet heat in his mouth caused his blood to boil and his manhood to pulse. 'Kadaj?!'
The abruptness in which Rufus pulled away, startled Genesis, and he gasped. "What's wrong?"
Only moments ago any sort of barrier that Rufus had ever had, shattered like glass. However the speed in which they were resurrected was utterly remarkable.
A frosty look took over the president's face, his lids narrowed to dagger points. "Did you really think you could come in here, beat me and then kiss it all better?"
Gen was wide eyed, "No. My original intent was to kill you."
Rufus snorted. Well, now he could add surviving a hit planed and almost executed by a SOLDIER 1st to his list of near death experiences. 'I should make a list, just to see how many lives I have left' the President smirked.
Genesis sat, shaking his head as he watched Rufus climb off of the bed, go to his closet and pull out a suite. The man disappeared into the bathroom. 'That was fun.' the drama queen thought as he waited. 'Shit, but how am I gonna tell Yaz about this?'
Ten minutes later Rufus stepped out of the bathroom, looking every bit the most powerful man in the world.
"I'm going to get my boyfriend, and then I have a lot of work to do." Rufus announced as he pulled out his PHS.
"Tseng," Shinra spoke into the phone, "I need you in my suite. Wake up Reno and then I want an update in an hour."
Genesis followed the president out the door, still thinking about how much shit he was in.
Yazoo and Kadaj were in Yazoo's bedroom. They stood a good distance apart, one on either side of the room. The distance between the brothers wasn't just physical. It was mental and emotional as well.
Kadaj had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot. Yazoo had a more relaxed stance, head cocked to the left, arms dangling naturally at his sides. Kadaj was glaring at Yaz, Yaz mirrored the look.
"Alright, baby brother killer, speak. What is so important that you and your red-headed buffoon just had to interrupt some amazingly good sex?" To say Kadaj was annoyed would be an understatement.
"Hn. You don't look very dead to me, Kadaj." Yazoo sighed. The little one wasn't going to make this easy. "You and I need to talk about last night. I-I'm..."
"Rufus Shinra," Kadaj interrupted and gave a wide shrug with his arms, "Rufus fucking Shinra," the baby's eyes were wide with disbelief and now he was pointing to the wall, indicating the direction where said 'fucking Shinra' was, "just told me that he loved me. For the first time in the two years we have been together he was making love to me." Righteous fury settled over the baby's face, "And you and psycho SOLDIER burst in so you can talk about last night?" Kadaj spun, now facing away from his brother and covered his face with his hands. "YAZOO! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Yazoo crossed one arm over his stomach and shook his head. "Kadaj, I am truly happy that Rufus finally said what he said. I can only imagine how overjoyed you must feel right now..."
"No, right now I'm pretty pissed off."
Yazoo ignored the break in his speech, "however, we need to clear the air between us. I wanted to let you know how sorry I am about last night. I...I guess I lost my mind when Genesis died." The silver dove paused, collecting his thoughts. "I know what happened Kadaj, and I'm sorry I blamed you. My actions last night were...out of line."
Kadaj whirled and stomped over to stand before his brother. "Out of line?" the teen looked at Yazoo as if the middle child was stupid. "Out of line? Have you been practicing this pathetic attempt of an apology since you had your ass handed to you by the Turks?"
Honestly, the baby remnant hadn't wanted to talk about last night. The memory was still too fresh and the feeling of betrayal too raw. He was hiding his feelings of hurt behind a mask of anger. That and he actually was pissed because his sex had been interrupted.
Yazoo, who was now becoming angry at the baby's outbursts, grabbed Kadaj by the shoulders and shook him. "Stop it Kadaj. I'm serious. I'm trying to tell you that I'm sorry, and I mean it." He looked his little brother in the eye and his tone softened. "I should not have let my emotions get the better of me, and it was wrong of me to take it out on you. I was grieving." His hold on the smaller boy slacked, "Daj, I've never known that kind of pain before. I-I wanted you to hurt like I was hurting." Yazoo knew his eyes were misting over, and he was silently pleading for his brother's understanding.
Kadaj stared straight through the taller man, his teeth clenched together. He needed time to allow Yazoo's words to sink in. He had known last night how badly his actions had wounded the brother he loved so much. That was why he had been willing to submit to Yazoo's punishment in the first place. However, it was after all was said and done that the feeling of betrayal washed over him. Yazoo had chosen someone else over him.
Kadaj's features lost their cutting edge, "Yazoo, you were going to put a bullet in my brain over another man. How am I supposed to feel about that?" All the emotions Kadaj had felt this morning in the shower, the feelings that had broken him, were raising to the surface, "and the one person who stood up for me, who took it as a personal affront that you hurt me, is probably lying half dead, bleeding and broken, because he cares about me, loves me," Kadaj shook his head, "and all you can do is come in with an I'm sorry?"
"Yes, Kadaj," he had his arms around his brother instantly, embracing him tightly, "that's all I can do." He felt the boy shiver against him, and a sob racked the little one's frame. "Dajy," Yaz kissed the top of the brat's head, and his hands slid up and down Kadaj's back, "believe me when I say that if I could undo it, I would. Were there a way I could make this up to you, to earn your trust again, I would."
Kadaj finally relaxed against his brother. Regardless of what happened between them, Yazoo was a pillar of familiar safety. The baby wrapped his arms around Yazzy's waist, allowing his body to meld against the elder's.
"I hate you," Kadaj whispered, tears in his voice.
"I know," Yazoo was now stroking the baby's hair.
"I didn't mean to stab him."
"I know."
"I love you."
"Hn"
Kadaj lifted his head and twin misty eyes locked. "Kiss me Yazoo," his voice was low, heavy with confusion and sorrow. "Prove to me you really are sorry. I-I want to...taste your sincerity.
It was the eyes. Those cat-slitted, shining green emerald's, exact replicas of his own, that rendered Yazoo defenseless against the command. He cocked his head slightly, tightened his grip around his brother and softly brushed his lips against similar one's. It was an angel's kiss, chaste, virginal. The contact swore upon ideas such as love and hope and fulfilled promises.
Their mouth's ghosted over one another's, nothing more than a taste tingling over sensitive flesh.
"Yazoo?" Kadaj breathed a plea, asking for more from his brother.
Yazoo had never really been able to deny either of his brother's anything, and if kissing the youngest was what was required to set things right, than he was more than happy to do so.
There was no thought that he could possibly be endangering his relationship when he took possession of Kadaj's mouth. Yaz would never cheat on Genesis, but being with Kadaj wasn't cheating. They were brothers so that made it alright. The interaction swiftly intensified until both sets of lips were parted and tongues were entwined and caressing.
Yazoo's fingertips started trailing down Kadaj's sides, feeling the smaller more muscular form through the black silk of the robe. His hands then snaked around the baby's waist and slid down until the silver dove had Kadaj's perfect little ass cheeks in his grasp. He squeezed roughly, and the youngest's hips bucked against his, their still clothed, hardened cock's met.
Kadaj moaned into his brother's mouth. One of his hands busied itself gliding through Yazoo's hair while the other was working on tugging his sibling's button-down free from under the waistline of his pants.
The little princess was enthralled in the heat of the moment and soon buttons were snapping, and the warmth radiating from the older remnant's chest was released and it washed over Kadaj in a pleasant wave.
Yazoo's hands had moved to his brother's naked thighs, they were sliding upward, causing the delicate skin to burn beneath the touch. Fingers slipped under the silky material, and the middle brother wasn't surprised to discover his sibling lacking fabric beneath.
Yazoo's hands once again found his baby brother's fleshy globes, and this time, not only did he squeeze, he pushed the cheeks together, pulled them apart and guided them in tiny circles. Kadaj moaned into his mouth, and Yazoo felt another rush of blood race to his groin.
Kadaj pushed his ass against the fondling fingers, heady with the sensation that such a simple action was sending through his body. It had been far too long since he'd felt the passionate touch of either one of his brothers and he planned to fully capitalize on the situation.
While still engaged in tongue play, the little one practically ripped Yazoo's shirt the rest of the way off, and after minutes spent of feeling lean, taut muscles beneath his palms, set to work on ridding Yaz of his pants.
The remnants were not, nor had they ever been, slow or gentle with each other when it came to sating their needs and lusts. Kadaj jerked open the button on his brother's pants, and quickly undid the zipper. He pushed Yazoo's pants and boxers down in one move, til the articles were around his knees. He never once broke their kiss while he was setting his brother's shaft free of it's confines.
Yazoo shivered with desire as the cool air of the room hit his pale skin. Somehow he managed to pull his mouth away from Kadaj's lips, only to guide the swollen flesh across the baby soft skin of his jaw until he found his brother's neck. He took the skin between his teeth, biting down, making Kadaj whimper. His hands left the little one's ass, slipped around the front, and while one hand filled itself with Kadaj's stiff cock, the other found his balls.
The middle child of Sephiroth started stroking the youngest with smooth even strokes, thumb running circles around the member's dripping head. The bites to Kadaj's neck turned into a fierce suction, leaving the skin blackened.
The stimulation to Kadaj's body caused his mind to slip. He was becoming wild, feral. He took his elder brother's cock in his hand and began palming it at a fevered speed. His head dipped forward, giving Yazoo even better access to his tender neck, and he sank his teeth into his brother's shoulder. Yazoo gasped, hips bucking, shaft pumping into his delicate hand.
Kadaj continued to add pressure with his teeth until Yazoo's skin finally gave and the baby was treated to a yelp from his brother and a mouthful of warm copper. He relaxed his jaw, relieving Yaz from the pain, and gently lapped at the wound.
The small one straightened. His lips came away from Yazoo's gash, and he pulled his neck from the taller males mouth. Panting, Kadaj instructed, "Suck me Yazoo. If you really do love me, and you really are sorry, you will get down on your knees and suck my cock."
Yazoo raised to his full height, and wanting nothing more than to keep that look of pure ecstacy on Kadaj's features, the middle remnant had no choice but to obey. With slight disappointment that his brother's hand dropped from his own hard tool, Yazoo untied the belt of Kadaj's black silk robe. Ignoring the rest of the little one's body, for he was not told to touch him anyway else, Yazoo sank to his knees.
Thankfully the bedroom's carpet was soft and plush, saving Yazoo's knees from any unwanted discomfort. Yazoo steadied himself with on hand on his brother's slender hip, and he ceased pulling on Kadaj's member. However, his grip on the cock tightened and he breathed in the smell of Kadaj before he allowed his tongue to inch forward and press against the small slit of the shaft's tip. "Hn." The scent of Rufus Shinra's sex lingered on the teen, not an unpleasant odor, and Yazoo found he actually enjoyed the mental image the smell conjured; the one of Kadaj being fucked senseless.
Kadaj sucked in a deep breath when the point of his brother's wet muscle licked him clean of his precum then continued to slid down his entire length. His tiny fingers entwined in his pretty sibling's hair and he held himself steady. When Yazoo's beautiful lips parted and took the swollen head between them, a low moan forced out the air Kadaj had been holding.
Inch by inch, Yazoo swallowed down more of the baby's cock, eliciting small gasps and whimpers from the teens lips. He felt his sibling shudder when his lips reached the base. Yaz held that pose for a moment, loving the feel of the little one tremble against him. He then pulled back, sucking fiercely as he went, until he had only half the perfect cock in his mouth.
If this is how he had to prove to Kadaj he was sorry and that he really did love him, then so be it. Yazoo was more than happy to oblige.
The middle child's lips slid back down the shaft, then came back up. Slowly the speed was increasing.
Kadaj's eyes fully lidded, his tiny mouth formed an 'O' and he was moaning out his pleasure. He wrapped his fingers in his sibling's gorgeous long hair and began to trust his cock deeper and faster into that perfectly shaped sucking mouth.
The brother's were so enraptured with one another that both failed to realize the bedroom door had opened and closed.
"I've always wanted to fuck twins."
tbc
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