Silver Poison
Genesis POV

What you do outside of work is usually your business. No one has the right to press you on your personal doings unless it affects your progress. And since I –of all people- never allow my sensual lifestyle to interfere with my top-notch work performance, I would think that this…. This of all things would never happen to me. Work and the outside world… aren't supposed to meet like this…

What do I mean by this?

Well, did you ever think that you'd spot your superior officer making out with another man in your favorite rave wearing one of the most provocative outfits you've ever seen? No… I didn't think so.

Like I said, work is supposed to stay at work. That means the people in it as well. Granted, I go to places like this with Angeal, but he's my life-long friend. But Sephiroth… is this Sephiroth?

Maybe the flashing lights and the small buzz of alcohol in my system has caused me to hallucinate my dream Sephiroth into a real-life persona.

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…no… it's Sephiroth. I've rubbed my eyes, gotten closer to the bar, and it's still the same Sephiroth. I'd recognize those jade emerald cat eyes anywhere. Taking my seat four chairs down, I eye them while sipping my grey goose.

Quite the catch you've pulled in Sephiroth; a brunet.

…Oh gods…!

Such a lick lock I've only imagined in my dreams. Sephiroth's practically lapping at that man's tongue, and he's in the submissive position! I unconscious lick my own lips as the brunet takes advantage of that sleazy outfit I was talking about earlier.

Brave hands slip underneath the long sleeved shirt that barely covered Sephiroth's… delicious slim-lined stomach. Damn… I mean—I-I've seen Sephiroth's chest and stomach before (everyone does with that leather outfit he wears on a daily basis), but never have I seen someone touch it. Never have I seen someone stroke the pale skin locked underneath leather.

And never have I felt such an overwhelming need to push someone away from another.

…what's come over me?

I should detest Sephiroth. I should consider him scum of the earth for what he made my best friend experience. I should cause every waking moment of his life to be hell, but yet here I am, in my favorite club, practically drooling as a random brunet pushes his shirt past the chest line, having no shame as to lick the valleys and dips that's sure to be on that washboard chest.

I force my eyes to shut… only to have them flutter open again.

I should hate Sephiroth.
I should curse his existence.
But he's one of the most gorgeous, intelligent, and sex-worthy men I've ever seen in my life.

But I could never bring myself to move from where I sit nor look away.

It's not until those sexy green cat eyes shift sharply my way that the reality of my situation truly runs home. I snap my head away from them and I can hear murmuring from the brunet sounding a bit like; "What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing. kiss I'll meet up with you later."

"Alright, Soteriph. kiss"

It wasn't until I heard the creak of a bar stool next to me that I dare shift my gaze back in the direction of Sephiroth. I give him the most disgusted and detached look I can muster. And what I get in return…

… a smug smirk.

I scowl. "Soteriph, huh? Is that supposed to be clever? What a stupid name."

"It beats my usual name. I leave my birth name at the door and pick it back up after I'm done."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?"

Another smug grin. "I'll let you be the judge of that."

My scowl grows. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought raves were beyond your sophisticated life style."

A snicker. "I'm surprised you know what lifestyle I carry since I don't tell people my personal business. Unlike some men." Obviously directed towards me.

"Don't push your luck!" I grow tired of this man's loose tongue. "You've got no right to look down on me because of what I do."

"You're right." Those eyes look at my face with a gaze that reflects my harsh tone like a boomerang in mid throw. "I don't have the right to judge. So tell me, what had you planned to do here anyway?"

"None of your business."

"Did you plan to steal a man away into your bed?"

"What did you s- *gasp!*" I'm caught for words as I feel hot breath right over my ear. I shut my eyes to try and keep my body under control.

Does this man know what he does to me…?

"You were sitting here… scoping the dance floor like it was a buffet. Taking in each man for his potential, and then…" tender, long fingers cup my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "… you'd pounce on them… devour them, and leave their bones for sloppy seconds."

I have no witty comment for several seconds. I'm only left there, my mouth a gap and my baby blue eyes caught in the snares of vicious green cat eyes. Those same eyes narrow, a mischievous twinkle noticeable just as my chin is pulled toward him.

Oh my god… This is not a dream. This is Sephiroth's lips touching my own. This is his hair –his silver locks- brushes against my cheeks. I'm lulled to give into the temptation brought to me, but the feel of the man's tongue probing for entrance causes my dream sequence to end.

I shove him away from me, abruptly moving from my bar stool to stand and regain my composer. I noticeably pant, and I'm flustered and I hate that this man has caught me off guard.
And all Sephiroth does is cross his legs and chuckle, taking in my delirious state.

I won't let him… I won't let him do to me what he did to Angeal!

"You're an ass!" I finally spat, spitting as if having tasted a toxic drink.

"To each their own opinion."

"It's the truth! How dare you even touch me after making out with another partner?"

"I only approach that which I deem worthy of my attention. He's not longer worth my time."

"I'd NEVER have sex with you."

"Never's a long time; you might want to reconsider."

"Not before you reconsider exactly who you're talking to! You think I'd just crawl into a bed with you after what you did to my friend?! After what you did to Angeal! You broke his heart, you fucking bastard!"

Sephiroth suddenly sighs, as if what I say has no bearing, causing my fist to ball up. "Calm down; you're making a scene." He rolls his eyes and shoots me a nasty look, causing me to falter on my offensive position.

"Are you implying that I broke your friend's heart because he was in love with me? Please; there is no such thing as love."

No such thing… that's right.

"How could I break a heart that wasn't there? What Angeal felt for me was nothing more than blood rushing to his groin. Once in bed, he expected me to be impressed with his performance, and –unfortunately for him- I was not. After the fourth round, I grew bored and removed myself from the room. I don't stay with sexual partners for more than one night and I don't stay with partners that don't satisfy my needs."

Why… does this sound familiar…?

"Love is nothing more than a man's or woman's sexual attachments to a single significant other. This feeling may last for a while, but eventually, it comes to a screeching halt. And when it comes to that halt, it's time to move on to the next person. I don't get sucked into this notion of love. I only follow what my eyes see and when that person's done, it's time to move on."

Why do I agree with everything he says…?

"That man that was rubbing me would be gone by the morning and I would have gone to work in perfect shape. Work and my love life do not cross; it's only because I desire you for the night that work and pleasure have finally met. Let's put things like friendship, morals, and the false meaning of love aside, and simply let pleasure guide our minds."

I almost open my mouth to say 'yes', and it's the realization that I almost fell right into Sephiroth's lap that scares me shitless.

I turn on a heel and run. I push past the mass of people and simply run. I allow my inhuman speed to guide me. I burst into my house and home, my area of neutrality from work and pleasure, and simply slide to the floor, my back against the front door.

Tears of fright and realization pour down my face and my palms can not spot the flow.

Am I just like Sephiroth?

Am I a monster that pulls men and women into a false sense of affection and purpose only to push them from the top of the world the next day? Am I a person who's goal in life is to fulfill what's only best for me and not someone else?

Am I just like that monster Sephiroth?

I can't believe that I hadn't realized it before. All those men that I thought were just like me –who I thought only wanted pleasure just like me- might have fallen into this thing called love with me.

Maybe they wanted to stay and snuggle by my side until morning?
Maybe they wanted to watch me as I woke only to be disappointed that I'd be gone?
And maybe there were those that expected me to stay and went through the trouble of cooking me breakfast, only to come back to an empty bed.

How many hearts have I broken?
How many dreams have I shattered?
How many illusions have I destroyed?

After silently crying, I can only chuckle bitterly to myself. How fitting then, for me to fantasize about Sephiroth night after night after night.

How fitting that I should dream of how two monsters procreate together over and over, rolling in the tears of those that cry for their affection…

…the next day, I was a bit sluggish at work. Angeal joked that I must not have had sex prior, and I can not laugh with him. Angeal has grown used to having a monster as a friend.

I passed by Sephiroth, and he looked just as refreshed and calm as always. He must have looked for that brunet he left for me that night.

I hope he's okay…