Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.
Warning: kinky SOLDIERs
A/N: Entirely and irrevocably blamed on Ice Lady. It was her idea, I just wrote, it, okay? Sequel to Apart With You, so as such, I decided to dump it here.
"Out of your mind, Cadet?" Genesis growled furiously, the green Materia at his feet still smoking. "You cast Fire on the battlefield next to a dozen barrels of gas, and you are crisp! So is your squad."
Idiots. Bloody idiots, all of them. Good thing he was there, otherwise the whole armed field exercise could've gone real nasty.
"You are all out," he carried his burning gaze around, the group of six young man looking ready to piss their pants. "Back to your base, all of you, you miserable lowlifes and start out again in half an hour. Understood?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!"
"Magnificent," he spat with all the sarcasm in the world, glancing at the name tag on the unfortunate cadet's uniform, unable to recognise him (or any of them, for that matter) with their helmets on. "Morgan! Make sure you have someone look at your hand before you are back on the field!"
Just what was he doing here anyway, stuck with this incompetent bunch for a whole week? Why couldn't they send Angeal, who, unlike him, actually liked this whole teaching business? Why did they have to do field training at all? Oh, yes. Because those who have insisted that VR room training was enough obviously never tried to operate the facility with more than three people in there.
A beaming smile worked its way to the young man's lips, whose answer came in the form of an eardrum splitting "Thank you, Sir!" Genesis waved off with clear irritation.
Suddenly, the opening accords of Loveless cut through the air and he reached into his pocket, flipping his phone open.
"Commander Rhapsodos."
There was a muffled chuckle from the other end, then the sounds of heavy breathing, whisper of fabric (expensive fabric), and then nothing else. Was it some sort of a weird joke or perhaps someone had the wrong number?
He was just about to ask who was there when a moan reached his ears from the cell, a deep, shiver-inducing sound of pleasure.
Angeal.
Wait... but... impossible... surely... sweet Shiva...
"Mmmm, harder, Seph."
Oh, fuck.
"Lift your legs, angel." An all too familiar purr, and Genesis could feel something warm running down his spine. It could've easily been his brain, as he couldn't find a single though where the damn things were supposed to be.
"Yes! Just like that... ngghh!"
"Imagine he's here... watching..."
"Shit," Angeal grunted, mingled with Sephiroth's chuckle, and Genesis didn't notice his grip around the device was threatening to smash it, blood leaving his brain faster than grunts leaving a building during evacuation practice.
"Mmmm, you could suck him while we are kissing... Then let me taste him in your mouth, angel."
"You were always better at it than I," he could hear the smirk in there, in Angeal's deep voice and...
"You look so good on these red sheets, Angeal," Sephiroth teased, moaned almost, and Genesis froze.
Red sheets.
"He'll kill us once he sees the mess," Angeal said with a bit too much levelness in his voice. The moan of pure pleasure he made after that more than killed any sort of stability he might have had.
His sheets. There was no way... in his bed... The key card to his room was still in his pocket.
"Not after he sees the tape," Sephiroth purred, gloated almost.
They didn't... just for him... no way…
An alien voice pulled him back to reality. He opened his eyes just to stare the cadet with the burnt hand square into the face.
"Everything all right, Commander?"
"What are you staring at, Cadets? Didn't you hear my orders? Do you have troubles with your hearing?"
"Sir, no, Sir!"
"DISMISSED!"
He leaned back against the trunk of a nearby tree, still clutching the phone in his hand unconsciously, trying to determine if he could maybe reach down and jerk off without being found out, and gritted his teeth when he heard the footsteps of another squad approaching the clearing.
Goddess have mercy, this was going to be a very long week. And he was going to personally make sure that every. damn. cadet. would feel his pain. Acutely.
