Genesis rushed out into the corridor and then ran down it. Scarlet, Scarlet, where was the dazzling Scarlet? He ran as fast as he could but there was no sign of her. When he got around a corner he bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

"Oof!" said the person. Genesis looked up. It was Angeal.

Angeal gazed down at Genesis, feeling a stirring in his pants. Genesis looked so vulnerable there on the floor... Angeal had always had a crush on Genesis, though he'd hidden it well. He knew that Genesis had eyes only for Sephiroth, and Angeal was kind. He had decided to keep his feelings to himself because he didn't want to make Genesis uncomfortable. He didn't want to spoil their friendship, and he didn't want to burden Genesis with his unrequited love.

Even if that love did move him like an earthquake, like a volcano shooting forth powerful magma in an explosion of primal passion.

"Are you okay?" asked Angeal kindly, holding out his hand. Genesis grabbed it and pulled himself up, urgent.

"Have you seen Scarlet anywhere? She is The Goddess, to be sure, and my sword- my sword needs her, Angeal! It quivers with desire!"

Every word was like a long, vicious blade stabbing into Angeal, and not in a good way. Nevertheless, he hid his feelings and tried to help Genesis.

"I think she went to the room where the board of directors are. I-"

But Angeal didn't get any further, as Genesis set off at a run. He didn't even bother to thank Angeal, but Angeal didn't care. He loved Genesis too much to care.

With a sigh, he headed in the opposite direction. Time to do some gardening. Perhaps the petunias would distract him from his lust.

.

Sephiroth relaxed in his office, anticipating Cloud's arrival, feeling pleasure radiating through his body as he imagined what he'd soon be doing to the recruit. First, the fingers in the hair. Then, he'd massage the boy's earlobes and neck, before gently licking them with his tongue, occasionally nipping with his teeth. He'd feel Cloud shake with trembling desire. Then...

There was a nervous knock at his door.

"S-sir..." Cloud's voice.

Sephiroth smiled.

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In his room, Zack punched his pillow. Cloud and the General! He couldn't believe it! He was furious with Sephiroth, and even though he knew it was a bad idea to take the silver-haired man on in a fight, he couldn't help but form plans to do just that. Sephiroth had stolen everything from him! Cloud, with his long, feathery eyelashes, soft as angel's wings; Cloud, with his delicate nose that turned up at the end like a doll's; Cloud, with his burbling voice that reminded Zack of a gentle stream in a park at sunset, Cloud, who was like the clouds themselves, so fragile and beautiful and pure like silk- Sephiroth had snatched Cloud away, and once Sephiroth snatched something away, it was gone into his hands forever.

Or maybe not.

Because Zack wasn't going to give up without a fight.