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The Bone

This dog was really starting to interfere with Genesis' sex life. He couldn't remember the last time he and Angeal had been alone together without the mutt tagging along. Genesis didn't like to spend time in Angeal's canine-infested apartment (his jacket was still at the dry cleaners) and Angeal didn't like to leave the puppy at home alone if he could help it. And, according to Genesis, he could 'help it' for a very long time. He was practically a priest. There wasn't a chance in hell Genesis would ever allow the little terror into his pristine apartment full of rare, expensive artifacts and good taste. He had tried to corner Angeal in the training room one day but Angeal had shot him down so badly that they had actually ended up engaging in a pretty brutal fight instead. He got his frustration out but not in the way he would have preferred. So if Genesis wanted to get any without the effort of having to find someone new he would have to bite the bullet and spend some quality time over at the Kennel.

Angeal's nightly sword polishing was interrupted by a pounding at the door. Brutus started barking and Angeal gently laid the Buster Sword down to get up and answer it. "Who do you think it is, huh boy?" He had barely undone the lock when the knob turned of its own accord and Genesis barged in forcing Angeal back a few steps.

The intruder completely bypassed the apartment's owner and looked frantically around the room until his manic eyes landed on Brutus. Uh-oh. Angeal didn't have time to shield the pup from whatever Genesis had in store for him but as it turned out, he didn't need to. Genesis took out a giant, Chocobo bone and threw it at him. This alarmed Angeal almost as much as if the redhead had run up and punted the puppy across the room. What was his angle? Did he coat the bone in poison? Angeal didn't have much time to think about it, as the crazed man had now set his sites on his childhood friend and was rapidly closing in. Genesis' eyes had such an intensity that Angeal unconsciously took a step back, his instincts telling him fight or flight. He wasn't sure what Genesis was up to but he knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

Before Angeal could gain any more distance, Genesis, with lightening speed, grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and yanked Angeal forward so their faces were almost touching. Genesis' voice was low and edgy. "I want to fuck and I want to fuck now. I don't want any foreplay and I don't want any excuses. My balls are about to explode out of my body and my self-esteem can't take any more of your rejections."

Angeal was totally taken aback and he found it hard to think with Genesis' eyes searing into his own. For a moment he let his gaze wander to the dog with the bone (Brutus that is). Genesis shook him back to attention. "I SWEAR TO GOD ANGEAL IF YOU LOOK AT THAT DOG AND DON'T TAKE ME INTO THE BACK ROOM AND FUCK ME RIGHT NOW I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN!"

Angeal could only stare dumbly at Genesis while he waited for the dust in his head to settle. The suspense was pure torture for the redhead. When the larger man finally caught up to the situation he smirked at the pained expression on his friend's face. He wrenched Genesis' hands from around his neck and heaved the redhead over his shoulder. Genesis was shocked by the sudden action but then you couldn't smack the smile off his face as Angeal headed over to the bedroom and kicked the door open.

Angeal had always been good at doing what he was told.

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Neither of them had any idea how long they had been going at it. All Genesis knew was it was rough and it was exactly what he needed. They hadn't bothered with words since they entered the bedroom. In fact, they hadn't bothered with mouths at all. Once they made sure everything was good to go Angeal pushed Genesis down and started pounding away. This sex was strictly utilitarian. Normally Genesis liked to make a lot of noise and put on a big show but this time, all he cared about was getting off. Tonight, as far as each of them was concerned the other was just a body. Genesis wouldn't even have been aware that Angeal was there if he didn't catch a flash of black hair every now and then.

There was the faint sound of scratching on wood. That's funny- Genesis thought he had stopped digging into the headboard ages ago. It was impossible for him to be immediately sure given the haze his mind was in. His eyes rolled open and it took him a moment to focus. There was Angeal's face above his, half hidden by a curtain of hair and mouth slightly open and panting. There was the plain white ceiling and the ceiling fan- oh, there was his shirt hanging from the ceiling fan. His eyes finally made it to the headboard, his neck craning up so he could see. There were the scratch marks but no one's hands were anywhere near the headboard. His were cupping Angeal's ass bidding him to go deeper and Angeal's were used to hold himself up so he could get the leverage he needed. Oh no, wait, one had just moved in between them to stroke Genesis up and down. Genesis moaned at the act. Well done, Angeal. The boy was a giver. All thought ceased once again and there was nothing but sensation.

An inestimable amount of time passed and the scratching returned. The redhead's eyes shot open remembering his earlier investigation. Angeal apparently hadn't heard anything and Genesis didn't want to disturb him- he was getting into a nice rhythm. Genesis tried to locate the source but he still didn't have all of his mental faculties. It didn't matter in the end because soon enough the scratching was accompanied by a high-pitched crying that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. The dog.

He could tell that Angeal had heard it too because there was a hesitation in his thrusts and he lost the rhythm for a second. Genesis stared fixedly at the door as if the mutt could sense this and shut up. Angeal picked his pace back up and grabbed Genesis' face and turned it toward him so the redhead was forced to look at him and not the door. He started being more deliberate in his movements going that much faster and that much deeper. He didn't release his hold on Genesis, keeping their eyes locked to ensure there would be no distractions. Genesis seemed to appreciate this and they both continued with renewed vigor. That is, until the howling started.

Eye contact was irreparably broken and Genesis glared at the door like he would burn a hole through it. Angeal was losing his focus too but he was really trying to keep this going for Genesis. He felt bad for the way things had been going between them since he brought Brutus into his home and he wanted to make it up to him. Even if his paternal instincts were kicking in and telling him to go out there and calm the puppy down. The howling continued and without taking his eyes off the door Genesis said determinedly, "Faster."

Angeal obeyed and prayed that either they would climax soon or Brutus would tire himself out and fall asleep. Whichever came first. The redhead was now furiously pumping his own shaft and staring up at the ceiling. Still the howling persisted. Genesis was drifting in and out of concentration and it was getting harder for him to reach completion. When he realized this wasn't working he let out an exasperated sigh and stopped jerking himself off. But he wasn't through yet. "Hold on."

Angeal momentarily pulled out and Genesis turned over on to his knees and grabbed hold of the headboard. Angeal reinserted himself and latched on to Genesis' hips and went to town. Genesis' eyes were clasped tightly shut and his knuckles were turning white from his grip on the headboard. He was willing the dog away with every fiber of his being. All he wanted was to come, was that too much to ask? His weight started to sag on the headboard and he rested his head on the crook of his arm and draped his other arm in front of his face.

Either his patience was running out or the howling was getting louder. Or both. Genesis dropped down to his elbows and buried his face in the pillow. Louder still. What is he, part werewolf? Much to his chagrin, Genesis realized he was thinking clearly. That was not the state of mind he had been hoping to be in right now. He had been hoping to be in a post-sex stupor, lying in a puddle of his and Angeal's juices trying to figure out what day it was.

He lifted the pillow up and smashed it over his head trying desperately to block out the horrible sound. For a few delirious seconds, Genesis thought it had actually worked. Everything was quiet and he could concentrate on what Angeal was doing to him. He started to feel himself relax and begin to enjoy it. He just might get that release after all. And then, there it was again. That loud, mournful, prolonged wail that made Genesis want to stick a soldering iron into his eardrums. It seemed Brutus had simply taken a break to refill his lungs. He held the pillow over his head tighter and let out a muffled scream. He stayed that way for a minute, his breath ragged and his body shaking. Then he threw the pillow away and with his own frustrated cry, kicked Angeal off of him.

"Go. Go and see to your dog." He didn't even sound angry, just resigned and sorely disappointed.

Angeal couldn't say he was surprised. Brutus was only getting louder and it was getting more and more difficult to ignore. He grabbed his boxers and put them back on before going outside and tending to the puppy.

Genesis sat on the edge of the bed, his back to the door. He held his head in one hand while the other hung limply in between his legs. He stared blankly at the wall and blew out a dejected sigh. He heard Angeal outside reassuring the puppy that everything was ok. How had it ended up like this? He thought he had it all taken care of with the Chocobo bone. It was twice the mutt's size! He should have been sucking on that thing for days! And now, here Genesis was- alone, naked, sitting on Angeal's bed, with a partially erect penis and zero satisfaction. He didn't even have the energy to finish himself off. There used to be a time when a meteor landing couldn't have distracted Genesis from reaching an orgasm. He wasn't sure what had happened to him. No, no, no, he told himself. It wasn't him. It was the dog. It was some kind of diabolical genius intent on ruining Genesis' life.

With another sigh he pushed himself off the bed and started putting his clothes back on. He walked out of the room fully dressed and saw Angeal in the kitchen kneeling next to Brutus and patting the puppy on the side while he drank some water out of his bowl. Genesis quietly made his way over to the front door and was about to leave when Angeal heard the door open and looked over. He stood up in the kitchen's entryway and folded his arms in front of his chest. He looked just as tired and sorry as Genesis did. "You don't have to leave. You can stay over." There was an air of awkwardness between them.

Genesis smiled ruefully. "Let me know when you get a place of your own." With that, he stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him.

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