Disclaimer: I do not own CCFF7, the characters, Loveless, etc. I own the yaoi. I do not own "A Night In Paris" either. Hehe.
Warning: yaoi, smut, lemon, an allegory to bad porn, SephirothxGenesis, etc.
Author's Note: This is an ode to Paris Hilton. If you've seen "A Night In Paris", you'll understand. This takes place after A Taste of Banora and before Heartless Angel. Not exactly sure when. Pure smut. Seriously. I feel bad for not including any plot in there.
Music: "Was It a Dream?" by 30 Seconds to Mars. I was listening to the lyrics and was like OMG!! THE LYRICS ARE PERFECT FOR THIS SERIES!! HOLY SHEIBA!! –coughcough- Yeah. Oh, I listened to "Anyone Else" by Puricane and "Hunter" by Bjork for a little while, too. "Savior" 30 Seconds to Mars (not sure why) "Modern Myth" by them as well. That's all I'm listing, 'cause I really need to stop changing what's playing on my iTunes.
THE CALL OF DUTY (part 2)
The last morsel was barely swallowed when the meal dissolved into kisses, chaste at first. The contact of their lips was light, flighty, teasing. Genesis was playing with him, Sephiroth leaning closer only for the redhead to lean back. It was beyond frustrating. Sighing, the General picked up his near empty glass of wine, swirling it between nimble, pale fingers. He took a small sip, the last, sucking in a small amount of air with it. The flavor exploded in his mouth, so rich and full of spice, so alive.
Two could play this game.
His eyes fluttered shut, a small, deep moan escaping pale, barely kissed lips. Sephiroth could feel the shift of weight next to him; he was not done yet. Languidly he ran a finger across the inside of the empty glass, picking up some of that sinful liquid on the tip, pressing it into his mouth and sucking. He could feel the weight shift next to him again, move closer. Sephiroth kept his mako green eyes open to thin crescents, just enough to see something coming.
This time it was Genesis who leaned forward, and in turn, Sephiroth leaned back. It was definitely a dance for two. The General slowly withdrew his finger from the wet cavern of his mouth, savoring every moment of that extended withdrawal. He could hear a sharp breath taken in by the redhead next to him. Sephiroth set his glass down, turning back to the glass table beside the couch, beginning to pick up the remains of their dinner.
A chin pushed the tall black collar of his long jacket, the only shirt he ever wore unless under direct order, down and lips greedily sought his neck, the high standing vein running down it, dark blue. The soft kisses turned into nips and scrapes. Sephiroth had to pause, hands shaking as he tried stacking one plate atop another. He put them down, letting his hands be idle on the glass surface for a moment. He waited.
An arm snaked around his waist, the shorter but slightly broader body drawing closer to his own rather than pulling him. Genesis had learned early on that pulling Sephiroth would do nothing, unless he wanted to be pulled which was very unlikely, or at least very rarely wanted. The kisses persisted, moving lower rather than relenting. Those knowing teeth scrapped his collarbone, nerves sending a thrill throughout his body.
The game was not over yet.
Sephiroth willed his brain not to listen, hoping it would obey and deny other regions the blood flow he wished directed towards thinking. Taking a deep and calming breath, he started stacking the dishes again, first the plates, and then the silverware on top. He was going to stand, but Genesis pulled himself half on top, right leg hooking over Sephiroth's, keeping him down for the moment.
The redhead's hands were wandering, slipping over the sculpted chest, rolling over the ShinRa SOLDIER insignia imprinted on his belt, onto the singular buckle which remain clasped. Lithe fingers had it undone in a second, that motion practiced over and over again, put to use time and again. Sephiroth hardly minded. As much as he adored the time he spent with Genesis, his presence, his banter, he would not deny also enjoying the sex. It was too good not to enjoy.
He rolled his hips suggestively up into that hand, as it lingered on his belt, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Genesis let out a low growl, almost a purr, moving to start kissing the far side of his neck, all the while working his jacket off. The redhead had lost his upon entering the apartment, just his skin-tight black turtleneck and leather pants remaining. The boots had been kicked off as well, so safe them the later trouble, Genesis had claimed with a wink. Normally it was Sephiroth who thought ahead, but not tonight.
Which was fine. Sometimes he needed a night off.
The jacket came off, Sephiroth lifting his hips again to let Genesis whisk it out from under him. The leather and metal jacket was slung to the side, falling in a noisy heap behind the couch. Now that Genesis' hands and mouth could roam freely, he wasted no time, teeth instantly clamping down on a pink nipple, tongue flicking the captured nub. His hands were working at the belt, removing it with a practiced grace.
They were getting good at this.
Genesis shifted, swinging his leg further over so his knees were both on the cough. He straddled Sephiroth with that wicked grin of his, a mischievous light playing through those pale blue eyes. Sephiroth bent forward to catch that grin, take it, but a wall of black cloth was promptly pulled up and in his way. He leaned back, against the plush cushion of the couch, watching as Genesis finished removing his sleeveless turtleneck, leaving that beautifully muscled chest bare.
The game was still going, Genesis making that all too clear with the shirt stunt. He went right back to toying with Sephiroth's nipples, taking the other one this time, coaxing it to be a puckered, hard nub as well. Sephiroth refused to groan or moan or let out any other sign of pleasure. His leather pants felt tighter, his hardening within them as he was sure Genesis, sitting atop it, could feel. It was too obvious not to. Sephiroth rocked up again, just to be absolutely certain, getting another half-purr half-growl from those hungry, demanding lips.
Their mouths finally collided, Genesis immediately forcing his own within. The redhead pushed one hand into the couch, shoving the leather hard. They slid down it, lying side by side. In a matter of seconds pants were coming off, Sephiroth kicking his own the rest of the way off. Normally they would have moved to the bedroom, shedding clothing as they went, breathless and naked by the time they hit the bed. Not tonight. Sephiroth was too impatient for that, and it seemed Genesis was in much the same mood.
Somehow Sephiroth ended up on bottom. His eyes narrowed dangerously, muscles rippling as they tensed. With a spring, an arm wrapping tightly around Genesis' hips, Sephiroth had them flipped, parting those legs with a hard nudge. His fingers, already in the redhead's mouth, were clamped down on, teeth dinting the skin but not cutting it. It was nearly impossible to puncture his skin, though Genesis was capable of it, one of the only as well. That was part of what he liked so much about Genesis. He never had to hold back. Nor did Genesis. They could let loose, unfurl, give in.
It was something like freedom.
Laying an equally as rough bite on Genesis' smooth, untouched shoulder, Sephiroth felt his fingers let go of for a panted cry, steeped with pleasure. Sephiroth snuck his fingers out during that second of distraction, hand quick to move down, to its goal. Just as he had no patience to relocate to the bed, which would have been easier for such tall men as them, Sephiroth had barely the patience for this. There was only so much pain he was willing to inflict.
One finger pushed eagerly in, feeling little resistance. Another finger followed, going in just as fast, finally feeling some resistance, though not much. If Sephiroth said they had entirely too much sex, he would be lying. It was great stress relief after a long day of dealing with blundering, aspiration-less dullards. That was most of SOLDIER, sadly. Sephiroth swirled his fingers, scissoring them apart and twisting, turning them, staying away from the prostate for now. That would come in a moment.
He fit a third finger in there for a moment, giving them a spin before pulling out, immediately slamming his full length in. It hit the prostate on first thrust, a louder cry tumbling musically from Genesis' lips. Sephiroth was in the mood to make his lover sing tonight. His rhythm was rough, angled to hit ever time. Their lips locked together, jaws meshing at the same tempo, tongues dueling as he slid in harder, faster.
The phone started ringing.
Sephiroth turned his head, seeing his cell dancing across the glass table, lighting up irritatingly bright in the dimmed lights of the room. He kept thrusting, burying his face in Genesis' neck to ignore the sound. The phone started again. This person was just going to keep calling until he answered.
With an irritated groan, Sephiroth stopped his thrusts, groping around for a moment before he had the vibrating phone in hand, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear. Luckily his breathing had not changed too much yet, just slightly sharper than usual, and he managed a "Hello?", however irritated it came out.
"General, we have a situation."
Genesis pushed upward, Sephiroth having to bite his lip not to let out a noise. He glared down at the redhead, who was smirking up at him, taunting him. The game had never ended. "This had better be important."
"It is. I need you up in my office ASAP."
"Can it wait half an hour?"
The redhead grinded up again, Sephiroth using his free hand to pin Genesis' hips down so he would stop. Though Genesis struggled, he could not impale himself again. Sephiroth knew he would not be able to keep quiet if the redhead kept this up. The way he was clinching every time drove his blood wild. Panting out that name and making Genesis sing with Director Lazard listening on the other end would not help them keep the relationship a secret. Not at all.
"No. We need you here immediately."
Director Lazard, currently Sephiroth's least favorite person in the world, hung up before he could save anything back. ShinRa had him on a tight leash. Sighing, Sephiroth pulled out despite the whined protests and angry blue eyes burning into him. "Duty calls."
"Fuck duty."
"Genesis, I never expected to hear you say that." Sephiroth gave a dark smile as he pulled up his pants, quickly refastening them. This was the other practiced part of the routine: getting interrupted. Sometimes it was Director Lazard, others it was President ShinRa, Tseng, Hojo, Scarlet. Everyone seemed to know just when the least opportune moment was. Genesis got up, ready to dress himself again, lips forming a beautiful pout. Sephiroth pushed him back onto the couch, dipping in for a needy, deep kiss. "You, stay. I'll make this quick."
Giving a victorious grin, Genesis laid down on the couch, crossing his ankles, hands threaded together behind his head. He would be waiting, probably reading nude on his couch, ready for them to finish.
Sephiroth would be more than ready to start all over again once this hell meeting was over.