Disclaimer: I don't own, why would I need to?

Summary: Genesis tries to save everyone, everything that's left before the situation's beyond salvation. But can you save even one person when you are beyond salvation? He lost something very important when it all happened. AU.

Warnings: Rated M for shōnen-ai, and… you know it all by now, right?

Author note: More trouble.

Enjoy!

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Anonymous reviews:

I think if Yazoo didn't arrive on time, he wouldn't forgive himself. Why is he lucky, anyway?

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A shiver ran down his spine, droplets of water trailing his smooth skin from the cold spray.

Slender fingers caressed his own body as he washed it away.

Carmine still tinged the clear water. Or was it his mind playing tricks on him?

The smell was still fresh, the scent of Genesis' blood… so intoxicating.

He closed his eyes, hiding his face in his palms. His shoulders shook slightly.

Why couldn't get those images away?

Why couldn't he get the scent away?

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Buttoning the white shirt up until the last two, he freed waist length silver tresses from it, letting them cascade down his shoulders. Walking as silently as he could up the stairs, he allowed himself a slight smile.

It was still early in the morning, the mansion so silent as though no one inhabited it. He had seen Vincent when he had woken up, the elder telling him that Genesis had regained consciousness last night when he had asked. The raven haired man looked upset as he was leaving, which was a very rare thing.

Others were still asleep, or it seemed so. Approaching the room that now belonged to Genesis, he turned the handle carefully when he heard it.

Yazoo froze, listening.

There was a muffled moan.

What?

Wood creaked every now and then again a moan which made him hold the handle tighter.

Could it be that…?

"Weiss stop!"

It felt like all his restraints were broken. Yazoo opened the door, standing in the door way, shocked.

Letting go of the handle, the door closed behind him with a thud.

Weiss was standing, confusion obvious in his eyes before being replaced by anger. "What are you doing?"

Paying no heed at all to what the ivory haired man said, he approached the bed where Genesis laid. Naked.

Genesis laid on the bed, completely naked, was a sight to behold.

The sheets were ruffled, slender fingers still clutching at them. Auburn tresses were disheveled, damply sticking to the pale face that glistened with sweat.

Suddenly, he was afraid to look into those azure eyes.

Emerald eyes went wide.

There was more pain in the sky blue depth than the pleasure he had to admit he was afraid of.

A strong hand yanked his collar, forcing him to turn, but he could tear his eyes away from Genesis' face.

Azure eyes closed, a lonely tear dropping down that pale face and the redhead bit his lips, hard, his hands clutching the sheets harder, into fists.

"Out…"

The fist that was only inches away from his face was shaking but Weiss finally let go of his collar, fixing his own clothes before going out.

The door closed shut.

Yazoo didn't move.

Why was he feeling like this?

Was it anger? Then why wasn't he shaking with rage? Why his hands weren't fists?

He didn't hear the bed creak at all. He didn't even sense as Genesis slid in front of him, his frail hand caressing his cheek, playing with silver tresses as he inched closer.

Their lips touched, hesitating at first but then, the redhead knew well how to play this game, didn't he?

Yazoo felt numb, cold.

Even the fire of Genesis' lips couldn't melt the feeling that clawed at his being. What was happening?

It was when that those hands plunged into his hair, when Genesis' lithe body pressed to his own, when his tongue invaded his mouth that the fire kindled. The flimsy flames soon turned into a blazing inferno that scorched him, getting out of control.

Need…

"I'm sorry…" The melodious voice was just a whisper, a breath playing on his skin, and it had done it.

Turning, he slammed the redhead into the wall, pushing against him, wanting, needing to feel him, feel every inch of his exposed skin. Covering those lush limps with his own, Genesis barely had the time to moan as his back hit the wall.

Why was it like this? Why did he feel like this whenever he saw the redhead?

He didn't know.

For once, he didn't want to think, just let the fire wash over him.

Cupping the pale face, their tongues clashed in the kiss as Genesis pushed against him with wanton desire, pulling at the silver strands.

What was this need, this fervor?

He had never seen Genesis like this. So irresistible, so… fragile.

Drawing back slightly, their hot breathes mingled as Yazoo caressed Genesis' face, tracing his cheek with his fingers, his eyes locked with azure.

He found it in the raging flames of Genesis' passion, the anger, the urge to punish him, to break him.

Could Genesis handle it?

Gripping Genesis' heated flesh, he began pumping it, satisfaction rising inside him as the redhead moaned. Catching those lips between his own, he kissed them with renewed desire, nibbling.

"Don't you…" he moved to kiss Genesis' neck, biting, teasing, "ever…" he purred between the kisses, "do it again…"

His answer was a low moan that sent him over the edge.

Genesis is mine…

He didn't know how they ended up on the bed. Corners of his vision were hazy as though there never existed a world around them.

His lips, his fingertips, his skin burned when he touched Genesis, touching him, kissing him. The only thing he saw was the glistening exposed skin, the damp auburn tresses, and those azure eyes that pushed him further into insanity.

Genesis' voice filled his ears, and he just bit his neck, just bit it until it bled. Another thrust, and they both collapsed on the bed, intertwined. Silver was scattered everywhere.

Genesis was his, and his own.

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After being missing for a few days, he was back, and now they were fighting.

The door was locked which meant they didn't want interference.

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"Why did you kill him, Genesis?"

He had expected it, a smirk curled his lips, but he didn't turn around, his back facing the raven haired man. "I thought you already know the answer."

"So it's true…" A whisper, filled with so much obvious disappointment.

Genesis turned around, a menacing smile on his lips as he eyed the ex-Turk. "I thought I left enough things for you to find out it was me."

"Do you realize what a petty game you've started?"

What was in those ruby eyes? Anger?

It's laughable.

"Petty? And how is your avenging righteous?"

"Genesis, they'll kill you."

"Who? Shin-Ra?" He began walking, his smirk widening. "Ha, you're underestimating me, Turk. Shin-Ra's learnt his lesson not to play with me."

He could feel as those ruby eyes narrowed.

He stood, facing Vincent with a deadpan expression. "And those worthless beings, whom you call friends, are no match for me."

"Genesis, they aren't worthless." Running a hand through his ebony hair, the golden claw turned into a fist before Vincent looked back at him. There was a moment of hesitation. "Was Angeal worthless?"

Azure eyes widened.

His hands subconsciously turned into fists, as images of Banora flashed before his eyes.

Wrong… deadly mistake…

How dare he…?

"I see you've cared enough to read about my past… But," his voice was dropping, "your information seems to be mistaken. Angeal. Wasn't. Human."

"He was your friend, your comrade. How do you expect me to act like nothing's happened?"

"What do you want to do?" He watched Vincent, an unfamiliar feeling settling in his stomach.

"I…" Silence.

The elder walked toward the door, unlocking it. The handle was turned when Vincent looked over his shoulder, his voice barely audible. "You have a few days…" And he was out, the door closed behind him.

Genesis fell to his knees.

"…Deeply, deeply falling into the forgotten dream, I am now

Les miserables…" Gackt