Summary: Sephiroth and Genesis have a ritual on the evenings he gets back from the labs.
Warnings: Bondage, whips/crops, weaponplay, blood, masochistic Seph.
Sephiroth didn't speak on evenings like this. He had no need to explain himself.
He came home with his face contorted in delicate fury, eyes livid mako-green. He kissed Genesis once, like a summon. It was a cold, empty kiss. And when they were both in the bedroom, Sephiroth knelt at Genesis' feet.
His hair was swept over one shoulder, spilling out in a waterfall of silver to pool on the ground. Genesis stepped on it, yanking Sephiroth's head down, and Sephiroth let out a low hiss from between his teeth. It sounded like relief.
Genesis stripped him and redressed him more fittingly; black leather, in the form of the collar around his neck, the cuffs around his thighs, the ring around his cock. Sephiroth's hands twitched with the need for violence, bloodshed, death, and they were bound as well. Glowing eyes tracked Genesis' every move.
The silence was broken by the sharp, eager crack of a crop against flesh. A red welt bloomed against Sephiroth's skin, then faded within moments, like a challenge. Genesis struck him again. Again and again, daring the marks to keep. Daring Sephiroth to react, to make a sound, but he never did.
But his eyes finally lowered.
Genesis kissed a path down Sephiroth's spine. Then he left him. Rapier was outside, left propped in the corner like some common thing, and Genesis retrieved it. He held it low, allowing Sephiroth to see it on his return. Sephiroth didn't react.
Even when the blade was against his throat, Sephiroth didn't react. The pressure eased and Sephiroth gave the smallest of nods.
Genesis trailed the very tip of Rapier round, over Sephiroth's shoulder and across his back. He slashed it down with delicate precision. Blood burst from split skin and Sephiroth jerked in his bonds.
They were warriors. They spoke with swords and blood, with wounds. Sephiroth was familiar with pain, but this pain was the only one he craved. It washed away the other pains, the pinpricks and stings from the labs that left only tiny bloodless holes, but pierced much deeper.
Genesis marred Sephiroth's perfect form with shallow cuts and the stain of blood, carving intricate, meaningless patterns that would be gone within the hour. He stood on Sephiroth's hair again, callously, yanking his head down further. This time Sephiroth's sharp breath was audible.
He let up on the pressure. With a slow smirk, Genesis allowed the very tip to Rapier to kiss against Sephiroth's cock, and Sephiroth gasped, eyes fluttering shut. His body twitched visibly.
Genesis hooked Rapier around behind Sephiroth's neck, leaving him nowhere to retreat, and the next contact against Sephiroth's cock was Genesis' hand instead. His touch was harsh, all rough leather and too-much pressure.
Sephiroth groaned, the first genuine sound he'd made. Finally.
Genesis hooked a finger into Sephiroth's collar, guiding his head up. Lowered lashes rose and Sephiroth met his gaze with silent, serene defiance. Those gorgeous, unearthly green eyes... but not glowing with mako any more.
Genesis grazed his lips against Sephiroth's, and this time the kiss was warm.
