Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.

Warning: RATING CHANGE! This piece is rated M for crossdressing and smut.

A/N: Sequel to What Goes Around, Comes Around. I know I have been awfully silent for a good while. I blame it all on my exams, and bringing you some smuttier pieces as a result. Hope you enjoy them, and if you do, please let me know. :)


When he received word that he was to go on an eight day long mission in the Corel area, Angeal honestly expected the call. He even joked about it with Genesis, how now he would be the one to suffer. It seemed like this could turn into a little tradition with no effort, considering the mind blowing experience of the last time, Genesis returning with a week's worth of pent up lust and frustration, all too eager to take all of that out on his lovers.

And take it out he did. It still made Angeal's blood stir just thinking about it.

So, from the first moment of arriving to the SOLDIER base and dropping his bag on the floor in the room that he was to occupy for the next eight days, he expected the call. He decided to be careful about it though, so he turned the sound off during time spent away from the base. Hunting monsters and digging through underground tunnels was enough of a strain without a hard on.

Which, he had no doubt, he couldn't avoid if those two set their minds on giving him one.

However, the call didn't come. Three days passed already, and it was only then that it started sinking in just how much he was waiting for it, as his frustration escalated with the speed of a chocobo on crack. He got into the habit of placing his PHS on the pillow beside him and murmuring an affectionate "if you wake me up in the middle of the night, Gen, I'll kill you" before drifting to sleep.

And wake up somewhat disappointed in the morning to the sounds of running showers and horrible clatter of kitchenware from the other side of the wall.

This was ridiculous. No, this was outrageous. If Genesis considered this a joke, then it was the worst one he had pulled so far. And also unquestionably the most inane, selfish, irritating... Damn, he started to sound like Lazard.

By the fifth day, he seriously considered calling them, just to hear their voices if nothing else. But the moment he flipped the phone open, his pride kicked in, and he sank it back into his pocket without dialling. Cactuar his name be if he was going to do that.

By the seventh day, everybody at the base knew something was definitely off with their beloved and respected commander, but the only officer who dared to ask ended up with a curt grunt of denial, and nobody after that dared to push the envelope. However, Angeal could swear he heard relieved sighs when his chopper took off on the last day, and that did nothing to help his mood.

Usually, kinky or not, they would call each other at least once every two days, more often if they could afford the time. Sweet Shiva, how he missed falling asleep to Genesis' warm voice on the phone reading Loveless or telling stories about the day's happenings. The new play they have seen with Sephiroth, their latest spar, or just their midnight trip to the cafeteria after they realised they were out of the thing with the most strategic importance for the night - whipping cream.

He missed it even though the redhead would throw a bitch fit over it every single time.

Between the chopper landing on top of the Shinra Tower and him standing before the door to his room barely ten minutes passed, and he fully intended not to let that time reach eleven before he would drop his pack and set out to find his friends.

And kill them. Or at least make their lives a living hell. Oh yes.

However, the moment he reached the bedroom door, the bag in his hand dropped to the floor with a loud thud, together with his jaw.

That... that...

That was Genesis, on his bed, riding Sephiroth slowly, sensually, but on top of that all, like it wasn't enough to make Angeal's heart race like a wild stud, wearing the red outfit he had ordered back then with the leathers, but never worked up the courage to actually gift his beloved with.

And everything fit so beautifully, even more sinfully arousing than he ever imagined it would be, the red stockings highlighting those mile long legs gripping Sephiroth's sides tightly, the red a breathtaking contrast to his smooth, pale thighs. The garter belt hugging his slim hips like a second skin under Sephiroth's hands palming them and gently urging his lithe body into motion, the lacy merry widow and the long gloves taking him a step closer to the feminine side of androgynous. With the black and silver of Sephiroth's beauty to contrast it... It was perfection in all its humbling glory.

Sephiroth's snug leather pants were still on, though pushed down his hips, just enough to let Genesis get what he wanted, and he could all too well picture it, the steps towards the bed, the greedy fumbling, the clumsy, beautiful motions of hands pulling, tearing, ridding, baring for pleasure. The grunts, sighs, moans, impatient and demanding, wanton and lustful tongues creating slick, wet sounds he knew all too well...

Genesis craned his head, azure locking with sapphire, lips in a sweet smile, face smoothed over with pleasure, slender hips never stopping their slow, sinful movement.

"Welcome home, angel."

Angeal gulped, but didn't move. They... they still owed him an explanation and... Goddess, Genesis pulling on those silver locks, making Sephiroth let out a breathy moan and earning a hard thrust of those powerful hips was... but he wasn't giving in just yet.

"I..." he had to clear his throat at seeing Genesis throwing his head back, the slithering undulation of his body, Sephiroth's eyelids lowering over mako eyes bright with lust and his chest arching into the touch of Genesis' fingers teasing his hard nipples. "I believe you owe me a better apology than this for not calling me at all," he managed though, in all honesty, he would've been hard pressed to name any single thing that could've achieved that.

"Oh, that," Genesis' chuckle distorted into a loud moan, and he twisted his fingers in turn, the action rewarding him with a pleasured hiss of his silver haired lover and all the remaining blood leaving the brain of his dark angel. "That, my love, was the punishment for hiding this in your closet and never telling me. But..." his lips spread into a wicked smile, tongue sneaking out to glide over them, leaving a sheen of inviting glossy wetness in its wake. "Buying it in the first place most certainly deserves some credit..."

Angeal couldn't have said no to those fingers curling in wanton invitation if he wanted to. Good thing he didn't.