an anon on tumblr requested I "write a smut fic set in the good news 'verse where Genesis is having a horrible day until he indulges Cloud and his desk kink."So, uh, this happened. It's good to see everyone again. :)

"Excuse me," Genesis spat. It was a poor imitation of the polite phrase. He shoved past the SOLDIER blocking his way anyway, ignoring the way their shoulders collided. It was the other man who got pushed off-balance, and not him.

The flip-flops Genesis wore in the communal showers squeaked annoyingly as he marched himself over to his locker, tucked in a back corner, in an area for First Classes to keep their stuff. He resisted the urge to torch the utterly soiled towel in his hand and instead tossed it into a nearby trashcan. Someone else could deal with the stench.

There were fresh towels and some spare clothes folded in his rather roomy locker, as well as a small mirror attached by a magnet to the door. When finished dressing he frowned at his reflection, his nose almost touching the thing as he scanned his face for traces of the caked monster innards he had just spent half an hour scrubbing at inside the shower.

He was clean, finally, but hardly felt it. Letting that shit sit on his skin and clog his nose for six entire hours warranted a shower that took the most of the afternoon followed by a bath, but unfortunately he did not have that luxury. When he finished dressing in the jeans and t-shirt he found Genesis allowed himself a few moments to sit on the bench, head in his hands, and pity himself.

Then he got up, put his soiled clothes in a plastic trash bag, and went to receive his paperwork from his latest little stunt, as well as his second reprimand. He stopped on the way to drop off the clothes and pick up a standard black First's uniform that would last him the rest of the day, or until he got up to his own quarters for another one of his jackets.

He didn't like to wander HQ in civilian clothes too much. Cloud once told him that he looked a lot plainer without the coat and boots—more human, perhaps. Genesis, who spent considerable time and effort cultivating all the things that came along with his image, was not pleased having to slink into Lazard's office in his civvies.

"I just got a radio about what happened," the blond said, clearly distracted by something on his computer but sparing Genesis a brief glance, "Please don't make things more difficult for yourself than they have to be."

"You know me," Genesis joked, rather self-deprecatingly, "Always making trouble."

"At least the flames were impressive."

Genesis paused in picking up the forms, flashing Lazard an exhausted, but fond smile. "They were," he said, and swept from his office.

Pffft. Some reprimand.

In the privacy of his own office Genesis changed into the Firsts uniform, feeling strangely chilled with his entire arms exposed. The boots were snug but not the kind he liked to wear, and the borrowed SOLDIER belt wasn't the type that could be easily crossed over his chest, like he preferred.

He dropped into his chair with entirely too much force, and the thing wheeled away from the desk. "Shit," he cursed, and had to scoot himself back to it.

Fucking nothing was going right today.

Destruction of company property was the issue this time—it wasn't a lot, but enough to give himself some forms to fill out on top of the usual mission report that would go to Lazard. He had to submit performance reviews for the men under his command (not an extremely regular thing, but it happened every month or so to ensure only the best continued to serve). He had to eat lunch, it was noon.

Genesis dug through one of the drawers in his desk for a snack Angeal gave him earlier that week. It was a protein bar in Genesis' favorite flavor he'd hidden along with a note in his lunchbox after spending the night and slipping out in the early morning to oversee drilling of the Thirds. The note was stored in a box in his quarters where he kept all of the little love notes his boyfriends gave him, but here was the snack. He tore into it with all of the violence the Behemoth he'd slain in the early a.m had shown him.

That done, and still licking chocolate from his lips, Genesis retrieved a pen.

But oh he didn't want to do this. He wanted to curl up in bed with another warm body and sleep, maybe after killing something else. Something virtual, perhaps, that wouldn't spatter his entire body in guts that he then had to just deal with as he and his men rode in a cramped transport home, where the windows wouldn't crank down and the smell of dead Behemoth choked them all.

Now he was pissed all over again. Genesis grit his teeth, held in all his rage for a few seconds, and then chucked his pen across the room. It hit the far wall with a satisfying sound and fell to the carpet.

He grabbed another, and turned to the first form.

Solid knocks at the door interrupted him, and Genesis resisted the urge to throw another writing utensil. "What is it?" he snapped, "I'm busy."

"Oh," said a familiar voice on the other side, "It's Cloud, but, ah, I can see you later, I guess."

"No," Genesis hung his head for a moment, making up his mind. "It's all right. You can come in, sweetheart."

He pressed a button that unlocked the door, and Cloud's face peered around it. He must have deemed Genesis free enough to talk to for a few minutes, because then the rest of his body followed, and he shut the door behind himself.

"You're busy?" he asked, leaning against it.

Genesis straightened out his spine, sucked in a breath, and forced a flirty smile on his face. "Never too busy for you."

"Good," Cloud breathed, and came close. His boyfriend was in his infantry blues, and grinned at him as he perched on the desk, right by all the forms Genesis had to fill out by the end of the work day. Genesis wasn't in the mood to greet his boyfriend how he usually did—that is, with a thorough kiss, but Cloud didn't seem to mind. He even let his legs hang, shins resting against the outside of Genesis' thighs. The SOLDIER tilted his head, confused.

"You're back from your mission," Cloud said, tilting his head. He looked rather lovely today. "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you," Genesis said, voice soft as he tried to mask his confusion. He placed a hand on Cloud's leg, getting an encouraging smile for doing so.

"Yeah," Cloud said, "I've been thinking about you all morning. It's good to see you…" Cloud trailed off, and one of his hands sunk into Genesis' still-damp hair. "You just showered? Explains why you smell so good."

"I did," Genesis confirmed. Cloud hooked his feet underneath the bottom of Genesis' chair and pulled, rolling the man closer with it, until the raised armrests bumped against the edge of the desk.

"Mm." Cloud's fingers scritched pleasantly at his scalp. "And how'd the mission go?"

Genesis had his opening. "Fucking awful," he complained. "It wasn't a thriller to start out with—then a Behemoth catches us off-guard half an hour before we head home. I eventually kill the thing, but I—and only I—am absolutely coated in its blood and unspeakable things besides. No rivers, only one water bottle remaining to wash that shit off with."

"Oh," Cloud said, his eyes widening dramatically as he retracted his hands.

"And then," Genesis continued, heated, "I got so pissed that I torched the corpse—but the grass underneath was drier than we thought, and started a bit of an, ah, wildfire." He shrugged. "I contained it eventually with Blizzards, but some equipment got damaged. Then—six hours on a transport home as it dried on my body and everyone else tried not to look at me."

"…I'm sorry, Gen," Cloud said, wincing.

"And look at this!" He gestured at the papers. "I got in trouble for it! Not a lot of trouble, but still. Sephiroth will probably hear about it."

Cloud hefted one leg over Genesis' lap so they were on the same side, and slid off the desk. He drew him in for a hug, then pecked his cheek.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't know. You've got a lot to do. I'll stop bothering you."

"Hey." Genesis frowned as Cloud moved towards the door. "Hold on a minute. I didn't say you had to leave."

Cloud's shoulders were tight with tension. He turned around to glance at him, lips twisted in some unidentifiable expression. He was, curiously enough, blushing. "It's okay," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, something he'd picked up from Zack, apparently. "You must be exhausted after all that. I don't want to hold you up if you have stuff to do. I'll see you later?"

His youngest boyfriend's words were rushed, and his posture awkward. This mildly distressed Cloud was an abrupt departure from the confident young man who had sauntered in a few minutes previous, with his head high and a sexy edge to his movements. Genesis fell quiet for a moment as he belatedly processed what Cloud had been doing before, and studied the stiff—derailed—clumsiness now.

"Sweetheart," he said, leaning forward in his chair, "Did you come visit me for sex?"

Cloud's jaw dropped while his face flooded with color. "…Like I said," he said after a moment, "I don't want to bother you. I was being—silly."

He didn't deny it, and Genesis' lips curved into a smile. He got out of his chair and walked over to the teen. Cloud eyed his outfit.

"I didn't even notice you weren't in your regular uniform," he confessed. Genesis cupped his cheek, and though Cloud looked embarrassed still he turned his face into it. The SOLDIER's hands were bare; his gloves were being cleaned somewhere near the twentieth floor along with everything else. "I'm sorry for being a little, um, nearsighted. You're okay, really?" Cloud tugged gently at one of the straps on Genesis' chest, looking into his face with concern. "Not hurt, or anything, on top of the bath in monster guts?"

Genesis answered Cloud's tiny smile with one of his own. "I'm fine," he assured. "Didn't even need a Cure. Just an Ether, after accidentally setting that field on fire."

Cloud snickered at him, perhaps imagining the scenario. Genesis ducked his head to capture that mouth in the proper kiss he should have given him earlier. Cloud smelled nice too, his breath scented with spearmint. He really had come here with a purpose.

It was always so nice to physically remind himself of his boyfriends after returning. They always did taste like home. Genesis tapped his thumb against Cloud's cheek as he drew away; it was still a little red, and the sun freckles Genesis admired so much stood out more for it.

"Tell me more about how you came here looking for a fuck."

Cloud sighed. "I'd rather not," he said, "We can do that later. I really am sorry for that taking precedence over making sure you were alright."

"Easily forgiven," Genesis said lightly, shrugging. "Look, I'm not holding a grudge. Maybe a sexy infantryman marching himself up here to get a piece of my hot body that he can't resist would cheer me up a bit after such an awful mission."

Cloud was smiling, though that stubborn look on his face remained. "I guess. If you're positive you're okay with it. If you're tired, or sore, or don't have the energy for it, I don't want to do anything. Don't do it just because I want to."

Genesis, as always, was touched by Cloud's thoughtfulness, and by how much he cared about consent, half a year after joining his relationship with Sephiroth, Zack, and Angeal.

"I'm not. I would very much like to have sex with you, Mr. Strife."

"So clinical," Cloud muttered, but nodded. "Will you let me try again?"

"Um, sure?"

Cloud pointed at the chair. Genesis sat. Cloud left the office, and Genesis sat in awkward silence for a few seconds before Cloud knocked on the door again.

"Who is it?"

"It's Cloud. Let me in, Gen?"

Genesis buzzed him in again. Cloud walked inside and put his hands on his hips. "You're not in your usual uniform," he said, clearly fighting a smile. "Did your mission not go as expected?"

"Not quite," Genesis sighed, really putting on the dramatics. He flopped his head back against the top of the chair; when he lifted it Cloud was perched on the desk again, in the same position as before, but this time he slid off it and into his lap.

"Tell me about it."

"Lit a field on fire. Got in trouble. Had a desperately needed shower. My, oh my, you look nice today."

"So do you, despite the guts," Cloud crooned, his hands. "This uniform is hot on you."

"My arms turn you on, hmm?"

Cloud couldn't bite back his laughter any longer. Genesis joined him, and they clung to each other for a moment.

"Yeah," Cloud said eventually. "They do. You must have been really angry to try to burn a Behemoth corpse to a crisp. And you look stressed. I know of a cure for both."

"Oh?" Genesis nosed at Cloud's ear, pressing an adoring kiss there. His hands fell to Cloud's hips, squeezing gently. "And what is that, Doctor Strife?"

The teasing notes were gone from Cloud's voice when he answered, "Fuck me. Right here."

"You sure?" Genesis kissed Cloud again, gently. "We don't have to. I can do my paperwork at home and drop it off in a few hours. We can do this right, in a bed. We can take our time. I missed you, dearest."

"I missed you too," Cloud breathed, "But… if it's okay with you. I'd really rather do this here."

"I have a blanket in the closet, I'll spread it out on the carpet—"

"No," Cloud said, cradling Genesis' face in his hands, "Right here."

Genesis eyed his boyfriend for a long moment, taking in the lingering flush to his cheeks but the insistent way he spoke. Maybe Cloud coming here with such purpose had not been just to get fucked (and how rare it was for him to so boldly request that at all!) but… something a little more involved.

Testing his theory, Genesis stood up. Cloud squeezed him with his arms and thighs, surprised by the sudden motion. Then Genesis bent over the desk, flattening Cloud onto its surface. It wasn't harsh enough to harm him, but Genesis dropped him with enough force to make Cloud let out a "Guh!" and hit it with an audible thump. The teen looked absolutely delighted.

Genesis pulled back, and Cloud's arms slid away. His legs shifted to wrap around his waist properly, caging him in.

Oh, yes, this is what Cloud came for.

His pen was under Cloud's spine somewhere and Cloud's ass was on his keyboard. A conversational email to Zack he had open with only a few lines typed was filled with more and more nonsense the longer Cloud pressed down on the keys. He eased Cloud's hips up and moved it away, and after a moment of thought sent the email as it was. It would be funny to see Zack's face when he later told him how it happened.

"Right here?" he asked airily, pushing some things on the desk to the side to make room. He moved the small stack of forms for later into a cabinet, to ensure its safety.

Cloud's voice was more turned on than even Genesis expected. "Yeah," he grunted, digging in insistently with his heels, wanting the SOLDIER's attention. "Is that important stuff you're moving?"

"Yes," Genesis responded, tucking away another file. It wasn't, but he could humor him. Cloud seemed pleased to hear the information.

When the desk was clear enough to avoid potential accidents Genesis stood, surveying the splayed-out man on its surface. Cloud's head hung over the far edge, and he was keeping his head up with the muscles in his neck. The veins there strained from the effort. The poor dear.

Genesis grabbed Cloud's thighs and yanked him down a foot or so. Cloud let his head rest against the wood with a grateful thunk. Everything below his lower spine now hung off the edge, but luckily for Cloud, Genesis was SOLDIER. His weight was not an issue.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoy making messes, Strife."

Cloud met his gaze, and then pushed his pen container off the edge of the desk.

"You little shit."

"I know." Cloud's boot dug into his ass again, a get on with it already.

Genesis slid his hands down Cloud's waist to his thighs, where he tugged gently. The blond unwound his legs from his waist, and put them over Genesis' shoulders instead. Genesis' favorite way to take Cloud was with the blond in his lap, facing him, so they could kiss, but this was a regular staple of their sexual diet as well. Genesis just loved to watch him. After putting his hands back on Cloud's hips Genesis pressed his clothed groin against Cloud's ass. There were far too many layers of clothing in the way but it was nice to see the way Cloud responded to his first thrust, a simulation of what was to come. The blond's eyes slipped shut and he drew his knees a bit closer to his chest, making Genesis lean down a bit to keep them in place.

"That's good," Cloud sighed. Genesis had hardly even done anything yet.

Interesting.

"The pants have to go," Genesis said, pulling away. He eased Cloud's legs down and assisted him with his belts, trying to kiss his neck and keep this intimate, but Cloud was eager. When he stepped out of them, kicking his boots to the side, Genesis skimmed his hands down Cloud's arms, then wrapped his fingers around Cloud's, squeezing gently.

"Calm down for a moment, Cloud."

He kissed his mouth, and found clarity in the brush of his tongue and the softness of his lips. Genesis drew away, fortified. He pressed their foreheads together, gazing fondly at his favorite infantryman. "Tell me what you want. If this is something you're into, I want to make it as good for you as I can."

"Right. I, ah…" Cloud looked momentarily embarrassed to be talking about his kink so openly but knew it was for the best. "I'm not picky. Just—do me on the desk. Over it, on it, I don't mind."

Genesis stroked Cloud's knuckles with his thumb. "That's it?"

"That's it."

"Hm." Genesis considered this. Then, quickly enough that Cloud would be slightly disoriented by it, he spun the blond around and pressed his chest down to the surface of the desk (though this time, with significant gentleness). Cloud definitely liked this. He turned his head to eye Genesis and made an encouraging sound in his throat. His fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk.

His ass looked so nice like this, popped out due to the dip in his lower back, legs spread on the floor. He had such attractive, toned thighs; Genesis crouched to kiss and nip at them, then moved his way up. He fondled Cloud's asscheeks with both hands as he pressed kisses to the dimples in his back and the line along the bottom half of his spine.

"What started this?" He asked. "Is this a newer thing?"

"Not really," Cloud said. He sounded steady but Genesis reached around for his cock; almost entirely hard already. Genesis was impressed, but didn't say so, giving him a few slow, languid pumps as he waited for Cloud to continue.

"I mean, I've done this with Seph a few times, and Angeal once. But it's been a thing since before I got with you four."

"Oh really?" Genesis was intrigued. "You did this with someone before, or just imagined it before you did it with us?"

"…Did it with someone before," Cloud said, flushing.

For the most part, Cloud's hookups and promiscuity before dating them was a source of power for him. It was something he'd done on his own, and he enjoyed himself. Made a lot of friends that way. Had some truly fantastic sex. Still, despite every effort on their part to be as receptive to it as possible, sometimes Cloud still looked guilty whenever he mentioned his partners before them.

All of them had slept with other people before. Angeal was Genesis' first real relationship but when they were younger, and still dancing around their feelings for each other, both of them hooked up with various others (Genesis quite a few more than Angeal, but that didn't matter). Sephiroth had only three sexual encounters before them, but they existed. And before they absorbed Zack into their group he had been much like Cloud, enjoying friendly, enjoyable, guilt-free relations with friends and teammates. Cloud knew this, yet occasionally he slipped up and seemed ashamed.

Genesis would not stand for it. "Tell me about it," he said, his hand stilling on Cloud's cock, warm and familiar in his hand. "I want to know more about it. About you, dear." He pressed his clothed erection against Cloud's ass for a little stimulation of his own, but didn't shift again until Cloud started to tell him.

"Um… well, for a while it was too weird going to Damon's place. I felt… strange about it, I guess. We didn't do that until after our first real date. But before then, whenever we hooked up, it was in his classroom, since he could lock the door."

"So he fucked you on the desk each time, and you loved it."

"Mm," Cloud grunted. He arched against the smooth, lacquered wood as Genesis increased the pace of his hand for a few intense moments.

"What did Klarke do that you liked, hm?"

Cloud turned his head again, sizing him up. Genesis met his gaze evenly.

"He ate me out a few times," he said, shrugging. "Nothing like how you do though."

That was a compliment and a challenge all in one, and as Cloud knew, Genesis was helpless against it. "Really," The SOLDIER said, delighted. He crouched, and Cloud hid his smirk against the back of his hand.

He kissed the curve of one of those cheeks, then drifted down to greet Cloud's tight, cute balls hello. The blond would hiss if he said that aloud. His cock hung down heavy and flushed, and Genesis palmed it again as he kissed the soft skin of his scrotum. Cloud's deep sigh as he gently drew one partially into his mouth was so satisfying. Genesis could have done without the monster guts and the reprimand, but he was glad he was here now anyway, enjoying this moment with his beloved. He tongued them in turn, working Cloud's dick with one hand and clumsily unhooking his own SOLDIER belt with the other, so he could get a hand down his pants.

He paused for a moment when he proved unsuccessful, tossed the stupid thing across the room, and eased his aching cock out of his trousers. He ignored it, though, and spread Cloud's cheeks with his thumbs. The blond's hole clenched—out of self-consciousness, perhaps, knowing Genesis was looking. Cute. Genesis paused, however; everything looked rather…slick.

He stuck his thumb in his mouth, then gave an experimental poke, then a gentle push—Cloud's body accepted him with ease, closing warm and wet around the digit.

"Cloud Strife," Genesis said with an exaggerated gasp, looking over the curve of his ass to his blushing face, "You are naughty."

The blond answered, "Maybe just a little bit."

"You got yourself all ready and everything. You really do want this office fuck, huh?"

"Shut up," Cloud laughed. "Also why I felt so guilty after realizing you had a shitty day. I had a one-track mind."

"I don't blame you," Genesis murmured. He fucked him with his thumb for a moment longer, enjoying the way Cloud rocked his hips into it and made a frustrated noise at the insufficient penetration. "Easy," he murmured, sliding it out. His own cock twitched at the sight of Cloud so ready for him, loose from his own tender care, the usual pretty pink blushed red.

He wondered where Cloud did it. In the showers, perhaps? He did smell quite nice, though his hair was dry. Maybe he'd blow-dried it. There weren't a whole lot of places where Cloud could find the privacy to prepare himself for any length of time. Though… knowing Cloud, he would find a location. Genesis smirked at his resourceful little lover and gave him what he wanted, unwilling to put this off for any longer than he had to.

Cloud's hips jerked at the first teasing press of his tongue, lapping at his sensitive asshole. Genesis kept his cheeks spread with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers digging into Cloud's hips. A more solid push of his tongue deep inside made Cloud let out a soft groan. So quiet, Cloud was. You just had to listen closely enough; then you'd know how much he loved it.

Half the appeal of this, Genesis knew, was the thought of it—how so-called 'nasty' it could be, a depraved sexual act. It was most certainly not, and was a loving thing, full of care—but Genesis could do nasty. He pushed with his thumbs in opposite directions until Cloud's cheeks could spread no more and his thumbs slid off, smiling wolfishly at the jiggle of his ass as they bounced back to their regular position.

"Gen," Cloud whined, but he did a poor job at sounding chastising. Genesis gave him a gentle swat to his inner thigh as he angled his head differently, really digging his tongue in deep. The sensitive outer ring of muscle deserved the most love, however, and he delivered it, with everything he had.

Cloud's fingers tightened against the desk and his legs spread a little more, hips gyrating ineffectively as he tried to take more.

Genesis wasn't the type to get off on his own position in the company. He enjoyed the power he held, sure, more than some, but it wasn't a sexual thing. Still, he could definitely appreciate the fantasy of it—calling the unruly infantryman here, spreading him out on the desk, making him whimper his name, fucking him good. He wondered what it was like for Cloud, if it was about the power dynamic, or the forbidden location, or what. In fact, this seemed like the sort of thing Sephiroth would be most receptive to… Genesis' eyes narrowed even as he continued to rim Cloud as he remembered his boyfriend saying he'd done this with Sephiroth 'a few' times. Hmm.

He was a filthy gossip; he'd ask about it the next time they were all in the same room.

Cloud was panting and frustrated, unable to easily reach his dick due to the desk being in the way. Genesis couldn't let the precious boy wait in agony too long, and eventually withdrew with a last lick, leaving him quickly to get lube and a condom out of the bottom drawer. Cloud didn't question it.

On the mission he'd gotten a few cuts, all of which healed before a Cure was needed, but they'd been there. The rule was any open wounds during a mission, or any contact with the blood of a comrade, and a condom until they could get the results back from the next health report. Genesis had meant to get one before the day was through, after dropping his stuff off at Lazard's. Didn't matter—what mattered now was the way Cloud shot him an utterly enticing look as Genesis' lubed fingers slid into him.

"That feels good," he encouraged, lashes dropping, tightening on him from within.

"Dammit," Genesis swore. Cloud was probably ready, but it was always better to be too careful. "You look gorgeous like that."

"Your hair dried funny," was Cloud's response. "There's this piece sticking up in the back."

"Oh, screw you," Genesis groused, but smiled as he eased on the condom, taking stock of Cloud's position. "You're not hurting, dear? Legs not tired? Do you want to be on your back again?"

"I'm fine." Cloud pressed his chest flat on the desk and bent his fingers over the edge. Holding on.

Fair enough. Genesis stroked his cock as he nudged close, biting his lip. He took his time, sliding the length of it past Cloud's stretched asshole once, twice, three times.

"Gen," Cloud panted, "Come on."

"Anything for you," he flirted. The head of his cock bumped against Cloud's entrance, and slowly, he sank in. Just the head at first, then a slight withdraw as he sighed, "Ah, yes." Then he pushed in until he was seated firmly inside his boyfriend, bent over the desk himself at the pleasure of it, his chest pressed against Cloud's back. He wished both of them hadn't been wearing shirts, but, hey. This would do.

His hair stuck to his face, damp with sweat, now, and not shower water. He shook his head as he waited a few moments for Cloud to get used to the feeling, then pulled out, almost entirely.

Genesis then snapped his hips forward, the force of it skidding Cloud an inch or two forward on the desk. As expected, it was a hit.

"Do that again!" Cloud pleaded, knuckles white on the desk's edge.

Genesis was happy to comply. And Goddess, if Cloud didn't feel good. For four days Genesis had been camped out in tents, exterminating monsters between short bursts of shitty sleep with occasionally time for a shittier meal. This bones-deep pleasure and the warmth of Cloud's skin under his bare hands was an excellent experience to return to.

"You're so good, Cloud," Genesis praised, eyes narrowing as he moved his hands to brace himself on the desk as well, hips pistoning with increasingly less accuracy the more he lost himself to it. Cloud was loving it though. His neglected dick bounced between his legs. Genesis would get to it, he would, but he needed a minute—he bent over Cloud's back and claimed him in intense, deep thrusts.

"Ohhh," Cloud moaned, breathless, his voice dropped an octave. "Gen, fuck."

"Mmm." Genesis fisted Cloud's dick in his hand still covered in residual lube. It pushed through the slick grip, warm and heavy in his hand. Cloud pressed his cheek to the desk, looking worn out. "You like this, sweetheart?"

Cloud didn't even deign that worth a response. Genesis didn't mind. The sight of his cock disappearing into his partners' bodies was one he never tired of, and he occupied himself with that, letting Cloud off easy for the moment. Fuck, Cloud's whole body was attractive. Even more than that, he was wonderful. He had so much love to give and accepted Genesis' with such grace.

When Zack first told him about Cloud, his infantry friend, he hadn't thought much. When Genesis first met Cloud, he thought he was cute. When Zack asked what he thought about the two of them sleeping together, to assist Cloud with his virgin anxiety, he was surprised, but understanding. When he met Cloud properly for the first time, after he slept with Zack, he'd had a bad feeling. A few more interactions cemented that fear—Genesis knew that he, and the others, were in trouble.

But 'trouble' was not a bad thing; not now, with the blond hot and tight around his cock and one arm reached towards him, the back of his hand resting against the desk. Genesis' fingers twined with his.

"Gen," Cloud murmured, his eyes clenched shut. "Are you close?"

"Very, my dear."

Those eyes opened, and for a split second, Genesis could have sworn they glowed. "Come on, then," he said as he lifted his head. "Fuck me good. I want you to."

He had not been able to say it with an entirely straight face, but Genesis applauded his effort. Every actor needed to train, after all. His hand drew away from Cloud's to grab his hips, the other one still erratically jerking Cloud off, and his thrusts increasing in tempo. The desk started to wobble with the force of it.

"Infantryman Strife," Genesis said, his voice a lusty imitation of his usual commanding tone, paired with a particularly deep push inside, "Are you going to come for me?"

Quite suddenly, Cloud did. His eyes shot open and he let out a deep groan as Genesis fucked him through his orgasm. The redhead was surprised but absolutely pleased the authoritative tone had such an effect. And Gaia Cloud looked so good with his infantry blues pushed up halfway up his chest and his cheeks stained red.

Genesis continued to thrust into him, teeth grinding together to keep back his cries. Cloud's eyes were closed; he was totally fucked loose, and exhausted. He didn't stop murmuring to him though, coaxing out Genesis' release. It hit slowly, and then all at once—Genesis forced himself to be still through it lest he forget himself and hurt Cloud. He pressed his forehead to Cloud's back and breathed as he pulsed inside the blond, delicious shocks of pleasure zinging up his spine.

He didn't want to leave him, but his soft cock eventually slipped out of Cloud. The blond didn't look like he noticed. With a ragged sigh Genesis disposed of the condom and tucked himself back into his pants.

Then he grabbed Cloud around the middle and heaved him into his lap, plopping down into his chair.

Cloud had more freckles on the backs of his shoulders that Genesis liked to kiss in moments like these, and he frowned at the sight of Cloud's uniform top. Cloud, however, seemed utterly content, letting his head loll back on Genesis' shoulder. "That was so good," he sighed, "I love you."

"I know you do. Tell me. You okay?"

"I am good."

Truthfully, this would never be one of Genesis' favorite locations, or a particular kink of his. But it looked like he had just rocked Cloud's world, and that was the most important thing. "You're cute," Genesis said, kissing his forehead, and then his closed eyelid, and then his nose. Anything in reach. "Goddess, I missed you."

One eye peeked open. Again, just briefly, Genesis thought it glowed. "I missed you too."

Genesis cuddled him. The clock by the door told him he had an hour less time to do his shit. Oh, whatever.

His computer screen told him he had a response from Zack.

"Oh, this should be good," he murmured, and scooted the chair in to the desk again. The mouse had been knocked askew and hung by its cord off the desk but was easily retrieved.

What the hell? Did you eat another weird mushroom while on the job again? Also, wanna get dinner with me later, to celebrate you being back? –Zack

"Long story," Genesis muttered at Cloud's questioning look. "You should join us."

"Oh, I dunno. If it's a date with just you two, I shouldn't…"

"I insist." Genesis kissed his mouth; he'd missed it. "You deserve it, for cheering me up."

Cloud wiggled out of his grip and began to pull on his pants. "Trust me. You cheered me up."

"I guess you're right. They all call me the sex god of ShinRa for a reason."

"No one calls you that," Cloud laughed.

"You could be the first. I take care of you, don't I? I can fuck you over a desk better than a certain Second Class can, hmm?"

"Well, yes." Cloud hopped on one leg as he pulled on his boot. "But that's partially because I love you. Things are different for me, when I feel for someone like that. I know that now."

Genesis tilted his head. He knew Cloud had a lot of thoughts about that, and had struggled with it. He wouldn't question him on it. Take the victory while he could.

"Good. You can tell me more about how you love me at dinner."

Snorting, Cloud replied, "Okay." He came back over, and he happily accepted the SOLDIER's embrace. Their gazes met; Cloud's held all that confidence Genesis so loved to see. One of his gentle hands raked through Genesis' hair. "But before we go, you'll have to comb. It's cute, but you've still got a piece sticking up."