Title :: Power Play

Authors ::AlexJ69 (Genesis) Whiskey(Rufus)

Pairing :: Genesis/Rufus

Rating :: NC-17 overall

Warnings :: jailbait!Rufus, UST, language, violence, fluff, mild wingkink

Summary :: Lazard gives Genesis a mission that Genesis believes is beneath him, and he goes straight to the young vice president to appeal it. Adapted from our RP, part 5 of many.

AN: Sorry for the delay in update, but Whiskey's been a lot busy with school.

AN2: We both wanted to thank Violetsake, Vivimouse, LazyReviewer, Kiti Renentine, and Chance696, for you awesome reviews and comments. Thank you so much for following the story and thank you for taking the time to leave a review. You are awesome. *gives out naked Genesis and Rufus cookies.*

Genesis, with his arm still around Rufus' slim waist, threw an outrageous amount of gil onto the front desk of the Ghost Hotel. It was enough to cover clean-up from Rufus' mess and the renting of a room so the pair could shower. He also was able to get them both clean clothes. Amazing what a little bit of money could do.

The auburn SOLDIER didn't release Rufus from his hold until they were in the privacy of the room. "You okay?" He only stepped away from the boy once Rufus nodded that he was alright.

"You know, for being the vicious little fuck that you are, Rufus, you don't handle gore well." Genesis undid the buckles holding his shirt down, then drew it up and pulled it over his head. The SOLDIER really wasn't as big as Rufus may have originally thought. Though every inch of him was toned, cut, hard muscle covered in soft bronze skin, he was of a slighter build. Sephiroth's second in command used the already soiled shirt to wipe much of the drying ooze off his face. He tossed the garment into the trash and began taking off his boots. "I'm going first." He nodded toward the bathroom door. "Don't want you getting sick on me again." Genesis tossed his boots aside. "And once you've cleaned up, I'm taking you on the roller coaster." He smiled, and wearing only his pants, went to the bathroom.

Rufus was dizzy and felt ill, but he was slowly recovering from the sight. "Well... seeing you like that is a far cry from the Turks' shooting range," he muttered. He wouldn't admit how emotional the experience had been for him, and how truly worried he had been for Genesis' safety.

Once Genesis had gotten into the shower-Rufus was still a bit too shy to want to barge in and see the man completely naked-he stood at the vanity and washed his face and rinsed out his mouth. He looked at himself and was surprised that despite how tired his eyes looked, his cheeks were flushed faintly with some kind of positive emotion he wasn't used to. Was he... happy? Was Rufus happy to be there with Genesis? ... Did they really have to go home that evening? Rufus didn't want to go home. He didn't want to go home to his whackjob brother and his stupid father and that same lonely, empty bed. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted, but Genesis had made him feel protected and safe. He was learning that he liked the feeling. When Genesis asked him questions, he actually wanted answers. In that strange, glitzy way, Genesis made Rufus feel special.

Genesis had a bit of time to reflect on how his date was going. Other than fangirls, tons of pictures, autograph signing, and Rufus barfing, everything seemed to be going rather well. Genesis had loved the look on Rufus' face when he had won top prize at the shooting game. It had been a look of pride due to self-accomplishment. He wondered how often the vice president had the pleasure of feeling that. Genesis also liked how Rufus had clung to him as they fought their way through the celebrity SOLDIER's fans. He had been the one keeping the boy safe. Rufus likes to feel safe. Genesis smirked as he lathered his body.

The hardest part about this date so far was the present. He was fully nude, slick and wet, and the current object of his affections was separated by only a few feet and a thin curtain. Get your mind off it, Gen.

But there's nothing like a good fuck after a fight, his hedonistic personality argued.

"Rufus…" It was difficult to disguise the lust coursing through his veins. "Want me to show you how to use the cutlass sometime? I can even suggest good materia for you to slot." Good, normal, nonsexual conversation.

Rufus' eyes lit up. "I would love that," he whispered, amazed. "And I don't know how to use materia," he admitted. "Maybe you could show me?" The aroused tone in Genesis' voice had gone over Rufus' head; he was a bit too nervous, nervous enough to let his own feelings show. He still hoped desperately that Genesis would open that curtain... there was no way he could do it himself. Somehow that Shinra determination had left him, and his hands were shaking as he imagined what Genesis must look like behind the curtain. Rippling muscles kissed by the droplets of water from the shower, Genesis' hands in his hair washing it clean, and those glowing blue eyes closed for once, enjoying the heat of the water running down his back. Rufus swallowed hard. The tension in the room was so thick he felt like he was inhaling it with every shallow, aroused breath.

Genesis heard the whisper, even over the running water. Pure desire was laced in Rufus' words. His member ached for release. He wondered how Rufus would react if he started whacking it and the boy noticed. He cut off that thought before it could go any further. He focused on the conversation at hand. He couldn't believe that Rufus didn't know how to use materia. How could the man who discovered Mako, and therefore materia, not have taught his own son how to use it? He sighed.

"Yeah, sure I can teach you." He was excited by the prospect. Genesis had four loves in this life: poetry, his sword, using magic, and being in the company of gorgeous men. Teaching Rufus how to use materia would allow Genesis to be in close proximity with all four of his loves at the same time. Yes, he would definitely train the boy.

He rinsed the soap from his hair. "And since I'm not going to Junon now…" He was still under the impression that Rufus would fix everything with Lazard. "I'll actually have some real time to do it." He finished the shower, and as much as he wanted to pull back the curtain and step out of the shower completely nude, he asked Rufus to hand him a towel. He knew that going with the naked option would lead to something Genesis didn't want to happen yet. He was going to make sure that when he took young Shinra's virtue, it was going to be damn special, for both of them.

He turned off the water, and wrapped the white terry cloth around his hips and pulled the curtain aside. "Your turn."

Gaia, the warrior wanted to join the sexy young man for his shower, but he remained in control. He refused to think of Rufus' wet, naked body, relaxed and slicked with soap. He pushed from his mind's eye a delicate hand gently stroking over a semi-hard, pale, beautiful cock.

Genesis growled in his throat, an animalistic sound that Rufus was sure to hear. The First Class lowered his head, his rust colored strands covering his face, hiding the sudden flood of heat that rushed to his cheeks. The commander quickly stepped around the vice president, but not quickly enough for Rufus to miss the press of Genesis' erection brushing against his stomach as he passed.

Rufus heard Genesis make that little noise, and he felt like he was jumping out of his skin. Something fluttered in his chest as Genesis threw open the curtain and briskly walked past him, blushing as red as his hair. Rufus didn't miss the hard cock that rubbed against him when Genesis walked past, and he felt himself fill with dizzying lust. The SOLDIER was hard for him. They hadn't even said or done anything sexy, and Genesis was hard for him. Breathe, Shinra. Rufus immediately shut the door behind Genesis shyly and stripped, getting in the shower.

The main thing he'd wanted to be sure of was that there was no longer any blood on him anywhere, and he made short work of that, but Rufus was confronted by an erection that wouldn't leave him alone. He ignored it pointedly, only touching it enough to clean himself, and sucked in another breath. In the back of his mind, though, the real reason he was leaving it alone was just in case Genesis had other plans for the two of them later on.

When he was clean, Rufus got out of the shower and dried himself off, dressing as quickly as he could in the replacement clothes Genesis had managed to find for him. He was shocked at how much they looked like his own. They were a bit tighter, but perhaps the SOLDIER wanted to see all of that? Rufus blushed at the thought.

Genesis turned when Rufus exited the bathroom. Damn the boy looked good damp. Genesis was already dressed and waiting to leave. In the time it had taken his companion to finish his shower, Genesis had willed his prick soft by making a list of the other attractions he wanted to show the vice president.

"Like I said." The auburn-haired warrior wasn't able to draw his gaze away from the incredibly beautiful youth. "We are going to hit the roller coaster. Have you ever been on a coaster?" He smiled when Rufus shook his head no. "Oh, you are going to love it." Genesis paused to think for a moment. "I hope you're not afraid of heights or high speeds." He moved so that he could take Rufus' hand, and Genesis' hand was on the doorknob when a heavy pounding came from the other side of the door.

Genesis had no idea who would be knocking on their door like that. He knew it wasn't reporters or fangirls, and due to his enhancements he could tell there were five of them. He dropped his date's hand and stepped in front of him, effectively using his own body as a shield. His hand, out of habit, went to the hilt of Rapier. "Stay back, Rufus, just in case this is trouble." As if it would be anything but.

A roller coaster sounded fun, but maybe a bit nerve-wracking. He had Genesis there, but he knew that the man would tease him for being scared of something as silly as a roller coaster when he was such a powerful young man. He was just starting to feel a bit of a tingle in his chest at the feeling of Genesis' hand in his when a loud knock came on the door. Rufus drew backward immediately and ducked behind Genesis, grabbing the cutlass from against the wall. He had no idea what to do with it, but better he was holding it than someone else.

Genesis was acutely aware of the entirety of his surroundings, and when Rufus picked up his cutlass, Genesis quickly adjusted the wrist that was having difficulties holding the weapon. "Quick jabs, point first." Genesis stole a sidelong glance at his date before unlocking the door. "Rufus, try not to stab me."

The chain was unlatched, and no sooner than the red warrior had taken a step back, the door bust inward. Six men whom Genesis could only describe as thugs-Gold Saucer security-stood at the threshold of their room. Genesis' palm dropped from his sword. The weapon was too long to use it properly in such confined quarters. A burly brute of a man with dark curly hair, small beady eyes, a pig snout for a nose, and a plastered-on smile walked a pace forward. The SOLDIER recognized him to be Dio, owner of the establishment.

Without preamble, fixing his eyes on Rufus, Dio spat, "Didn't Daddy tell you it's unhealthy for Shinra scum to be walking 'round on my turf?"

"Hello to you too, Dio." Genesis mocked sarcastically.

The owner ignored the SOLDIER. Over his shoulder, Dio commanded his thugs. "The SOLDIER can stay, he's profitable. Get the kid the fuck off my property. And fuck up his pretty face, a message for daddy." His eyes flashed a hot look of pure loathing at Rufus, "Tell Daddy Shinra I don't fuck around." The man moved behind his men.

The infamous temper of the First Class flared, especially when he noticed his soon-to-be lover's cheeks turn red with insult. For a moment, Genesis thought Rufus was going to charge the brutes with his cutlass. He would have liked to have seen that, but the boy didn't get the chance.

The Shinra officer was directly before the gang, hands tightening into fists. "You really didn't think I was going to let you touch my date, did you?" The rage in his voice was apparent. "I'm the only one who gets to touch that boy tonight." He swung on the guy standing directly before him.

There was a cracking sound and the man's head whipped to the side. The brute off to Genesis' right threw a swing of his own, but it never connected. Genesis caught the blow in midair and applied pressure to the hand. He felt bones shatter under his enhanced grip; the man wailed in pain. The thug on Genesis' left tried to slip past the Shinra defender; however, Genesis, still clutching the broken hand, used the appendage for balance, leapt four feet off the ground and twisted his hips. The heel of his foot caught the man in his nose, and blood sprayed.

The auburn angel had just landed both feet on the ground and was about to open-palm thrust a guard who was reaching in his jacket when Rufus, cutlass held high overhead, zipped past him. There was a fury in the teen's electric blue eyes that Genesis never thought he'd see the young vice president display. Due to Rufus' small size, he was able to dodge the rest of the brutes, and just as Genesis instructed, the boy jabbed. The blade buried itself deep in the flesh of Dio's shoulder. The man released a roaring howl.

Genesis was drawn out of his battle lust instantly. Oh, shit, his mind screamed. This is sooo not good. A fist fight is one thing, but Shinra had just drawn first blood, the broken nose not counting. Genesis reacted. He had Rufus around the waist and picked him up. His next movement sent the pair though the glass window behind them, and they were plummeting from the top of the Ghost Hotel's tower, straight toward the ground.

Rufus felt himself being lifted, and though at first he was terrified of being off the ground, he found himself remarkably safe against Genesis' body, clutched as tightly and dearly to him as his beloved sword. He immediately turned toward the SOLDIER, wrapping his arms tightly around the man's waist and shutting his eyes, burying his face in the red leather coat. He was surprised at how little he moved, and how their two bodies moved as one, even through the intensely dramatic and frightening experience of crashing through the glass window.

Rufus had never jumped out of a window before, of course, and he found the feeling of weightlessness in his gut to be sickening, particularly after having been ill once before that evening. As they fell, a fraction of a second felt like years, and were it not for Genesis, Rufus would have believed that he was falling to his death. Perhaps they even would have, were it not for a very large, obstructive black object that suddenly thrust itself from Genesis' shoulder. It tore flesh, fabric and leather, with a sickening sound and released a spray of blood that managed to avoid Rufus' white jacket by some miracle of the gods.

Over the rushing wind of free-fall, Rufus faintly heard the SOLDIER howl in agony due to the sensation of flesh dividing angrily to allow the protruding appendage space to expand, space to... spread? To flap, and then... To Rufus' confusion, they suddenly weren't falling anymore.

They were flying. ... Flying! Rufus thought for a moment that he must be hallucinating, that there was no way that humans could fly, not even SOLDIERs... but as his heart filled with courage, and he opened his eyes, he looked down at the desert below and released an audible gasp. They were flying. He looked up at Genesis, utterly stunned by the realization, and was shocked to see the look of anguish on the man's face.

For a moment, Rufus was able to forget that he had stabbed someone, a somewhat important someone, who would call his father, rat on him, and unleash all kinds of hell... because he was soaring through the sky. He could see trees and mountains and even water in the distance. The chilly air bit at his delicate skin, burning his lips, but how could he even notice, when not only were they not trapped in the confines of that monstrous edifice, but they were in the sky, like birds, or pilots, or-dare he even consider Genesis as such-angels?

Genesis had picked Rufus up and gone crashing through the window because he knew that after Rufus had stabbed the Gold Saucer's boss, guns would be drawn, bullets would fly and possibly Shinra blood would be spilled. His only priority in that moment was to get Rufus to safety. Earlier, he had taken measurements of how far they were off the ground. It was something his SOLDIER training had taught him to do. When the two had jumped he was positive he would land the fall, even with Rufus hugged against him. And, as they were free falling, he had to admit, he wanted to impress the boy.

Pain, scorching, searing, blinding, shot though his left shoulder like a bullet. He was sure he had been hit by one of Dio's gunmen. He held Rufus, crushing the body against him, needing a brace for the agony. There was wetness around the wound, and Genesis was losing focus.

From the corner of his eye, he saw black, but it wasn't the night sky. There was a glistening in the moonlight. From the outline against the horizon, he could make out the form of a very large, shimmering, feathered wing. He looked up, thinking that maybe it wasn't a bullet, but a bird of prey, and that its claw had opened his shoulder. There was nothing there.

Genesis' back muscles twitched involuntarily, and he and his date were no longer falling, but gliding. Genesis' brain went numb. For a split second he almost lost hold of his charge. Oh, dear Gaia, what the hell is happening? Fear unlike any he'd ever experienced knotted his gut. With another spasm the two ascended.

Oh, Goddess, that thing, that wing, is mine… his mind reeled at the thought. This can't be happening. What the hell is wrong with me? Yet after a deep breath, he was able to concentrate through the fog that muddled his head, and he put effort into moving the wing on his own. It stung fiercely, but it worked. He and Rufus were soaring though a diamond laden sky. If not for the torture each moment brought, Genesis would have been exhilarated.

After gaining his bearings, he sought out a place to land. He needed to figure this, whatever this was, out. He saw the Mako-powered city nightlights of Northern Corel. Pivoting his body in that direction, he commanded his new born appendage to work.

The landing right outside the city was a bit shaky, seeing as not even Genesis' dexterous grace kept them on their feet. They hit the ground hard, and fell. Genesis rolled once, the wing instinctively dropping to move with him, and suddenly Rufus was lying atop Genesis' chest and stomach.

The fall had jolted Rufus out of the exquisite reverie he had fallen into, and he braced himself for what he expected to be the brutal pain of bones cracking, or at the very least, his clothes tearing. Instead, he found that he had landed on top of Genesis, and while he was happy to not have been injured, he was immediately flustered upon realizing their relative positions. Rufus searched Genesis' face, looking for any evidence of discomfort, and found himself not wanting to move or stand up. It would break the trance he was in.

He looked over to the right and saw what it was that had, in Rufus' mind, saved their lives—a large, majestic black wing, sinewy and new, feathers ruffled and bent and in some places even broken. Rufus felt the instinctive urge to straighten them, but he knew that Genesis had been in severe discomfort earlier, and he dared not cause the man any further pain. Not after taking him on the date, saving his life, and... passing him in the bathroom with an erection that had brushed against his stomach. Rufus swallowed hard at the memory.

Instead Rufus decided to speak, though he was sure he sounded ignorant; "What happened? What... is that?" He glanced at the wing, partially retracted but still gigantic and lush. Rufus wondered whether the feathers were soft, or if he ever could be wrapped in its embrace, close to Genesis' body. He blushed.

Genesis groaned, then stayed silent for countless moments. He had the same questions as Rufus. When he decided to answer, he first wanted to do it with acid, but the look on the boy's face was red with blush, and full of concern. His words came out as soft as he could make them. "It's a wing, Shinra. The goddess herself only knows how or why. And it fucking hurts." He tightened his hold on the vice president.

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

He could not tear his gaze from Rufus' as he recited Yeats. Genesis could quote great poetry when he was wounded, but sadly he couldn't compose it.

His mind was racing over the fact that he had just sprouted a wing. A fucking wing! He took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on the new reality he was suddenly faced with. However, when he recognized a pale face full of concern, the urge to taunt the boy in his arms came on strong. Maybe such antics would distract him from the throbbing in his back. Besides, there was also the fact that he didn't like Rufus looking so worried. "Hey Shinra, I'd like to see your Turk do that." He somehow managed his half smirk.

Rufus blushed all over again at Genesis' words, still lying atop the redhead. "Yeah... I mean, Tseng has a helicopter, but... you have a wing. They're totally different." He tried not to think about how childish and amazed he sounded, but in his defense, he had just experienced something more fanciful and wondrous than he had ever dreamed of in his life. "It hurts?" He wanted to ask if he could help, but what the hell could he do? He was just a spoiled rich kid on a date. How could he help a man like Genesis Rhapsodos heal the pain in a wing neither of them had known existed, or even could exist?

Genesis could only stare at Rufus. What was wrong with the kid? Hadn't he just told him it hurt? Only then did it occur to Genesis that the young boy's bright blues sparkled with fascination, astonishment. He never once thought his own pain and confusion would cause someone else such joy. The boy was twisted, and Genesis found that he was utterly attracted to it. To a man like Genesis Rhapsodos, suffering for art and love was the greatest thing one could do on all of Gaia.

He sat up, cradling the blond close. He let his eyes flutter closed, and forced the wing to expand again. "Touch it, Rufus," he whispered into the vice president's ear. "For I fear to. Tell me what it feels like."

Rufus felt his heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer, and it took a few seconds for the words to sink in. Touch it? Like he'd just been wanting to out of curiosity? He reached one slender, tentative hand towards the wing, feeling his body trembling with nerves. Rufus wouldn't admit it, but he was definitely afraid, afraid of it collapsing on him, or striking him, or of Genesis being unable to control it, or-worst of all-of his touch hurting the SOLDIER. He closed his eyes and opened them again, this time filled with focus and resolve. Rufus reached out and ran his fingers along the top of the wing, slowly dragging them downward, brushing the feathers in the direction of their growth. The wing spasmed slightly, and Rufus drew back quickly, staring at it as if it'd hurt him.

But he soon regained his confidence, and within seconds he was arranging the feathers, straightening them like he'd wanted to do. They were very soft, which he hadn't expected, like chocobo feathers, the kind that had been in his bedding since he was a child. Rufus found the sensation extremely comforting, reminiscent of childhood, and he soon took to touching Genesis' wing with both hands, gently, easily, fingers tracing the curvature of the bone and washing down to the tips of the feathers like a gentle ripple in the ocean. He looked at Genesis shyly, to make sure he wasn't causing any pain.

Genesis held his breath, fearing that his companion's hand would cause more pain to the already aching deformity. His lids, which had been squeezed together, shot open, a moan stumbled past his lips, and his body trembled. It wasn't pain. Not at all. Rufus' tiny hands soothing down the wrinkled feathers were pure bliss against the raw nerve ending that was his wing. Blood rushed straight to his groin. There was no conscious control over the powerful upward thrust of his hips. He never expected such an intense sensation of ecstasy to be brought on by something that had caused him so much agony scant moments ago. One hand wrapped around the boy's hand that was exploring his wing, ruffling the now straight feathers, while the other entwined in silken blond strands. Roughly, though not meaning to be, he pulled Rufus' face to his own, and covered the vice president's mouth with a white hot kiss. "Oh, Gaia," he growled into the lips his tongue was forcing open. "Don't stop, Rufus." It was feral, needy, insistent. He pushed his hips up again, and rolled them, rubbing his painfully hard cock against Shinra's pert ass cheeks.

Rufus was shocked at first at Genesis' enthusiasm; he thought for sure he'd hurt the man, until that breathless request. His breath drew in sharply, and he went back and fixed the feathers that Genesis had displaced in his fervor, blushing at the sensation of Genesis grinding against him. He thought back to the time in his office, when he had seen Genesis, touched him, sucked him off... Rufus found himself having trouble breathing steadily. To think that the man was this sensitive on this particular part of his body... well, Rufus would have to take advantage of that at some point, wouldn't he?

What are you saying, Shinra? You don't... like him, do you? Fear bounded through him at the thought, and he dismissed it immediately. It's just a date, just a date...

No, "just a date" does not involve standing inches away from SOLDIER Rhapsodos, naked and wet in the shower; nor does it involve him killing a Behemoth for you; nor does it involve soaring through the desert sky on a beautiful wing that magically sprouted out of nowhere. Face it, Shinra, this evolved past "just a date" before you even left the building!

Rufus pointedly ignored his thoughts, and allowed himself to get lost in Genesis' body, caressing his wing, amazed at how long the wingspan was. He couldn't reach down there from where he was straddling the man, and he didn't want to get up, but perhaps Genesis had a large bed in his apartment, and he could stretch it out all the way? Would that feel good?

Rufus became suddenly aware that his pants were far too tight, that he could hardly breathe, despite the fresh, cool night air. Genesis was writhing and moaning beneath him in a more vocal fashion than when Rufus had had his lips wrapped around him. He wasn't sure how, or if, he could ever get the image out of his head. That is, if he even wanted to.

Genesis was a hair away from ripping the blond's pants off and shoving his entire length inside the virgin opening in one thrust, tearing open the tissue, and claiming Rufus as his. How he managed to get himself under control was beyond him. He ripped his mouth from the boy's, and in a fluid motion, he stood, taking Rufus with him. He released his hold from the vice president's waist, letting him land on his feet. He turned his back to the boy.

"It's late. We need to get back to the tower." It was a low, pained groan.

Genesis now had to figure out what to do about the wing. He concentrated on curling it up, or somehow drawing it in. He couldn't walk through the city with his wing hanging down his back. To his surprise, it folded then retracted through the opening it had made in his skin earlier. This time, it was only a sharp, fleeting sting.

He started for the town, listening for Rufus to follow. At this point he needed to keep himself a good distance from his soon-to-be lover; he was afraid that his urge to take the kid was still too strong.

Rufus kept quite a distance behind Genesis, and suddenly he realized that he had lost the cutlass he had won. It bothered him immediately, but as soon as he remembered that he still had that picture, his felt his insides glowing and his already painful arousal worsening at the memory of that hot kiss under the flashing bulbs of the surrounding cameras. He had felt like a movie star or something, someone important. He stared at the huge SOLDIER walking raggedly in front of him, lost in thought, and wanted to run up and walk side by side with him, but knew that once he got closer, he would likely do something at least one of them would regret.

He tagged along at a safe distance instead, finding his eyes drawn to Genesis, following him almost blindly, riveted to the bloody gash in his back that the wing had busted through like it was nothing. Rufus imagined himself with a first aid kit; didn't Father have them in every suite? Genesis lay on his stomach in Rufus' bed, and Rufus was cleaning the wound, making sure that the skin could heal around the wing, so that it could expand and retract painlessly.

The daydream vanished when they reached the helicopter, and Genesis gave him one last troubled, lustful look before they both got back in, for the trip back to Midgar that neither of them looked forward to.