Disclaimer: I do not own CCFF7 or any of the characters associated with it, as they are the creations of Square Enix. I, however, own the story The Memory of Falling and all my fics pertaining to it, this one including.

Warning: yaoi and established SephirothxGenesis; if you don't like yaoi, save us all the trouble and leave now. Possible for language, angst, alcohol, and all of that good stuff. This fic is rated M for a reason. Be ready for anything. LEMON.

Author's Note: I should be writing on my LDWriMo fic right now. I'm not, because I can't get this couple out of my head. Dammit. shot Remember Presents from The Memory of Falling? Well, this is a part two for it. Which happens after Sephiroth and Genesis have already been together.

AN2: Chaos, get your angst muse back. I hope this helps. Gawd, I just wrote two sections for Photographs in one day, when I was supposed to write two chapters for Calling All Souls. shot

PRESENTS (Part 2)

"It is your birthday again, Genesis."

The redhead did not look up from his book. Loveless, his prized copy, sat open in one crimson gloved hand, azure eyes scraping over the lines he already had memorized. If Sephiroth had not been trying to work a few minutes ago, so paperwork Lazard required him to do, Genesis might have gifted the General with a live reading. The Goblin Bar had offered to pay him to come read the epic poem. Lately, the redhead had not gotten enough free time to oblige, sadly, otherwise he would have.

Just like every year since he had come to Midgar to join SOLDIER, his parents sent him a crate of dumbapples or dumbapple juice (depending on if the confused plants had bloomed at that time). This time, they sent both, partially as a congratulations for him being promoted to SOLDIER First Class, the rest for his actual birthday. Sometimes Genesis thought his parents had entirely too much money.

Then again, he had grown up in it. He would not have come out the same otherwise.

Genesis lifted his right leg gracefully, setting it down with his booted foot evenly on the metal ground before he lifted his left leg and brought it around to cross overtop the previous. It was good to switch legs every so often. One might go numb or get stiff. As a SOLDIER, that was not acceptable, even more so since it was First Class, with the black uniform to prove it.

"Remember when you were just a SOLDIER Third Class?"

This time Genesis did look up, faintly glowing azure eyes narrowing. Sephiroth was standing right in front of him now, blocking his light, so there was no way for him to read without risking his vision. Which Genesis was not about to do. So, he glared at the leather SOLDIER harness, which was at eye level, not looking up. He was sure Sephiroth would be smirking up there.

"Yes. You went with me to see Loveless performed at the theater."

"Do you remember what SOLDIER Third Class Murphins gave you?"

At that, Genesis flinched, finally looking up. Sephiroth did not seem at all irritated, or jealous, as Genesis at first assumed. In fact, there was an almost playful look in those mako green, cat eyes. That was… alarming, to say the least. The last time Murphins had been mentioned, it was bitterly. Like Sephiroth had wanted that territory first and was beaten to it. Of course, Genesis had made no secret of the fact that in Banora, he had been more than friendly with quite a few young men. He had even explained that his earring, which protected from both Death and Curse, was from his first lover, the one who stole his virginity.

And yet, it was Sephiroth bringing this up.

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday…"

Genesis found himself blinking as Sephiroth knelt before him, spreading his legs slightly to move between them. With that wicked smirk, just as Genesis expected, Sephiroth flicked the crimson cloak apart, surprisingly ungloved hands working at the laces and belts on Genesis' pants. It was a quick process, a practiced one, though never in this regards before.

It almost seemed… odd.

Soon enough Genesis was out in the air; it was slightly chillier than he had realized in the room, causing a shiver to run up his spine despite himself. Wearing a turtleneck sweater and a leather jacket tended to make any room seem warmer automatically.

But there was no complaint as his member, hard from a few skillful pumps, was enveloped in the warm cavern of a mouth he had never felt in this way. Genesis made a point of deep kisses on a regular basis; a day when his tongue had not thoroughly explored the General's mouth was a rarity. This was different, though. And Sephiroth knew what he was doing, even more surprisingly.

This time, Genesis watched. The silver hair looked graceful in the way it cascaded over the General's shoulders and down his back, to his trim waist. That head bobbed up and down, green eyes glancing up every so often to catch with Genesis'. Genesis did not hide that he was watching, either. That pale face was gorgeous, especially when he sucked, cheeks hollowing in and creating delicious friction around him, eliciting a moan.

Good thing the walls were sound-proofed. Genesis was in the mood to sing today, and it seemed like Sephiroth was in the mood to make him sing.

A tongue wrapped around, circling the tip, down the shaft with that continued suction, Genesis leaning further back on the bed he had been sitting on the edge of. His elbows were used to prop him up, Genesis throwing his head back as breaths became more labored, eyes fluttering to half crescents. Sephiroth's right hand snaked up, tugging up on that black turtleneck until he could get below it, fingers rimming super-sensitive nipples.

The moment Genesis' legs tensed, a louder cry emitting from his lips, Sephiroth stopped, removing his mouth immediately. He left Genesis hanging. With a whimper, Genesis opened his eyes again, a dangerous glare darting down.

Sephiroth set to stripping the redhead. The jacket was chucked carelessly off to the side, everything else soon following. Sephiroth lost his own jacket, but that was all, a red brow arcing up in question. Sephiroth merely smiled, kissing each of Genesis' hardened nipples before trailing down, laying more kisses across wash-board abs, until his mouth wrapped around the neglected member once more. This time he went slower at the start, working him back up to full arousal. A finger pressed in.

Genesis gasped. The finger was dry and the entry was tight. He clenched on reflect, Sephiroth chuckling while continuing to bob, those vibrations bringing him up faster than he might have intended. There was something in the General's mouth, though, Sephiroth could feel it. It rolled down over the head and held tight around him. A cock-ring. Where the hell had that come from?

The redhead opened his mouth to grumble at Sephiroth for torturing him, but the finger pressed hard into the prostate, as though the General saw it coming, a thrill running through every nerve and making another gasp come out. Genesis couldn't help it. Another dry finger squirmed its way in, painful but pleasurable for all the same reasons. Genesis bucked, General's other arm moving up to pin his waist down, take control.

The General always had to be taking control.

There was no problem with that, Genesis moaning louder as both fingers began hooking into the prostate, scraping it with more intensity just as that head bobbed deeper and deeper. Genesis was panting, little beads of sweat glossing his skin. His eyes closed, Genesis letting his arms buckle as they had been wanting to. He fell back onto the bed, Sephiroth having better reach of everything from that position, slamming in harder.

Suddenly there was cool air around his damp length instead of a mouth, Genesis groaning again. The General was grinning. Fucking grinning. Genesis hated him sometimes, but those still prodding fingers stopped him from doing so for long. Finally the General spoke, after what had felt like a decade of waiting, "Would you like to finish with my mouth, or me in you?"

Though he tried to answer immediately, he could not, fingers striking his prostate again, Genesis whimpering. Firstly, he wanted the cock ring off, but that was not an option. "Pound me hard."

"With pleasure." Sephiroth pushed a third dry finger in, fanning them out, twisting them turning them, returning his mouth to its up and down, up and down teasing. No release would come from it, not with that ring still in place. Just as Genesis was thinking that, Sephiroth rolled it up using only his tongue, popping it off in his mouth.

It wasn't even a matter of seconds. Genesis bucked (as much as he could, at least), spilling in that mouth. It was not the answer he had chosen, but he soon knew why. Sephiroth moved his head down, pulling out the fingers and running his cum clad tongue around the entrance, dancing slightly into it. It was a little slickness to work with, more than Genesis had been expecting.

Sephiroth lifted up, kicking off his pants and slamming the full way in before anything could even be commented on. The angle was just right. Genesis gave a weak moan. He was boneless, but knew not for long. Sephiroth waited for a moment, as if he actually cared about Genesis acclimating, and then slammed in hard again, waiting, slamming in, waiting.

With a growl, Genesis wrapped his trembling legs around that trim, muscular waist, arms around that torso, short nails digging in to that perfect porcelain back. That was when the rhythm started, hard, fast, never relenting, strumming his cord every time.

It would have been impossible not to sing for this.

Irritatingly enough, Genesis tipped over the edge again before Sephiroth had even gotten his first, but the automatic clench of muscles pulled him right off with him. Genesis felt himself be filled, or fuller, death-grip turning into a drained hug. Sephiroth sagged down on top of him, kissing that sweaty neck.

"Happy Birthday."

This was so much better than Murphins' present, and from that smug look on Sephiroth's face, Genesis knew the General knew this.