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[ μ ] – εγλ 1994 - October

Genesis was seeing red with anger.

Blood dripped from his brow, staining his glare with rage. The fight had left him buzzing with adrenaline, his emotions flaring like they always did—dramatic, intense, and quick to ignite. Especially when that person was involved.

He had been mad at Sephiroth for days. Now, he was furious.

And the reason...was complicated. But things between Sephiroth and him always were.

As SOLDIERs First Class, free time was rare. Nice moments together—sparring in the VR room or wandering Midgar with Angeal—were fleeting and precious. Time alone? Even rarer.

Genesis, ever resourceful, took the lead in arranging their private meetings since the beginning of their affair. The last time, they’d planned to meet in his room— It was their only chance to spend any time together during that week.

But Sephiroth never showed.

"I already explained that I had an unexpected call. I don’t understand why you’re still so enraged."

"Because it’s the third time you leave me waiting like an idiot."

It was unfair, and Genesis knew it. He’d only been stood up twice. The first time, an assassination attempt on the President had called them both into action. The second time, they were in Junon, a bustling military base with few truly private spaces. Sephiroth had refused the cramped room Genesis found. “No cameras in sight” didn’t guaranteed privacy—Not when the Turks were around.

"I must perform my duty as a SOLDIER," Sephiroth said, his voice calm but colder than usual. "You know more is demanded of me than of you."

"Oh, and what was it this time?" Genesis sneered. "Shinra needed a genocide wrapped up before lunch? Or did Hojo have you run the same test for the millionth time, like some trained dog?"

The words wounded Sephiroth, but his face remained a mask of icy indifference.

"It’s childish to resort to insults."

The cold reply only fueled Genesis’s anger. It wasn’t the words—it was Sephiroth’s detached, indifferent expression that hit him like a punch.

“You want childish?” Genesis stepped closer, tilting his head up to meet Sephiroth’s gaze. Despite being younger, Sephiroth already stood taller than him. Genesis’s voice dropped, laced with venom. "Fine. Then I guess now it’s my turn to be... unavailable."

Sephiroth watched him leave, making no move to stop him. It was an unwelcome argument, but one that had been brewing due to their recent miscommunications—or, in Sephiroth’s case, his inability to communicate at all.

Since their affair began, the two SOLDIERs had grown closer, often messaging daily when duties kept them apart. Their texts stayed professional—comments about their days, light jokes in the group chat with Angeal. Harmless enough to avoid Turk suspicion, but enough to remain connected.

Yet sometimes, Sephiroth would vanish for days—no messages, no signs of life, not even to Angeal.

“Apologies, I was unavailable.” That was all he’d say, in person or otherwise. No details, no explanations. Whether it was for a mission or a Mako treatment, he never clarified. Just silence.

So, Genesis gave him silence in return. In the days after their fight, he ignored Sephiroth with full theatrical flair. Even in the corridors, the redhead kept his head high, blue eyes fixed ahead, never glancing his way.

Now, they found themselves facing off in the training room. It had been Angeal’s idea. Unaware of the drama between his closest friends, he was eager to test his latest battle strategies.

“What is it, Gen?” Angeal teased when the redhead hesitated. “Have you got somewhere else to be?”

So there they were. Genesis and Angeal against Sephiroth—two against one. An expert swordsman paired with a brilliant power mage.

Sephiroth wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

“Beta move, Gen,” Angeal whispered, keeping his voice low.

“Gotcha.” Genesis agreed, ready to strike at his lead.

The two old friends had been practicing moves to test against their younger, seemingly unbeatable companion. They launched a simultaneous aerial attack, striking almost in unison. Masamune deflected it effortlessly, but they pressed on, following up with a swift melee assault.

Genesis struck last, and for a moment, it felt like he’d succeeded. But Sephiroth moved faster than he could register, appearing as if from thin air. His counterattack—a mix of physical and magical force—was so powerful it sent Genesis flying back, even with his defense up. Water exploded around him, and his vision went blank from the sheer force of the strike, leaving him momentarily stunned. He let out a scream of frustration.

Angeal lunged forward, trying to buy time for Genesis to recover. But Sephiroth struck first, landing a devastating blow that forced Angeal back. His sword slipped from his grip as he let out a low grunt.

“’Geal!... Damn it!”

Genesis launched one final attack, casting a fire spell that created a thick cloud of smoke around them. As he prepared a stronger flame magic, Sephiroth moved faster than he could react. The General seized his hand, forcing him down to the floor with ease.

“...What?”

Sephiroth’s knee pressed into Genesis’s chest, pinning him to the floor with a grip that left him breathless—for more than one reason. Despite his anger, his body betrayed him, reacting to the sight of Sephiroth holding him down so effortlessly. The tip of Masamune hovered near his throat, and Genesis swallowed hard, cursing his own traitorous body.

“Do you yield?” Sephiroth’s voice was calm and steady.

"Are you fucking kidding me???" Genesis thought, utterly infuriated. “His voice isn’t even altered!”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment. It was the closest they’d been for days, thanks to Genesis’s self-imposed distance. It infuriated him how flawless Sephiroth looked—tall and handsome. The perfect SOLDIER.

“Fuck off!”

Genesis pushed the tip of Masamune aside and quickly scrambled to his feet. His face burned with anger and exhaustion as he stormed out of the training room.

“Hey, Genesis!” Angeal called after him, his voice fading in the distance as the redhead left. “Don’t be a sore loser.”

x-x-x-x-x

Dark, damp, and uncomfortable.

SOLDIER missions were often tough, but few places were as bleak as the North Junon Mithril Mine. Claustrophobic and shrouded in shadow, it weighed on every soldier’s spirit, leaving everyone in the group quite tense. It was hard to believe such a desolate place could produce something as radiant as Mako.

The mission, at least, was straightforward. Rebels had seized the mine, an extremely valuable asset. Heidegger asked for the operation, and Lazard sent his three First-Class operatives, whose presence was meant to boost morale and showcase Genesis and Angeal as Shinra’s newest elite warriors.

The first night dragged on endlessly. The mine was shrouded in a perpetual haze with barely any light. For the SOLDIERs, this wasn’t an issue—their Mako enhancements allowed them to see in the dark. But the regular troopers weren’t so lucky.

“Why are you avoiding Sephiroth?”

Angeal’s question caught Genesis off guard. “I’m not.”

“Come on, I know you better than that. What happened, Gen?” Angeal’s gaze was steady, searching. “This can’t just be about the training. Even you aren’t that petty.”

Genesis rolled his eyes. “Thanks, ‘Geal. Love you too.”

Sephiroth had spend all afternoon trying to stablish some sort of communication with Genesis. Quiet and private by nature, he wasn’t one for grand gestures. But Angeal noticed that Genesis’s responses were sharper than usual.

“There’s no shame in losing to the best, you know.”

The redhead offered him no explanation.

"Really, whats going on??"

“I told you already.” Genesis replied, losing his already short temper “I’m not. Ignoring. Sephiroth.”

“Okay...I’ll pretend I believe that” Angeal said at last, knowing when it was time to retreat in an argument with Genesis.

A group of Second and Third-Class SOLDIERs approached, asking to join them by the fire. Angeal welcomed them warmly. His bond with the Seconds was strong—they’d served together since joining three years ago.

The Thirds seemed fond of Genesis, despite his usual arrogance. Unlike Angeal, Genesis wasn’t widely liked in the ranks. He rarely made small talk or bothered with those he didn’t care for. But since his promotion, many had started to admire him. One even asked for his take on a Loveless passage, likely just to get his attention. Genesis didn’t mind; it was a welcome distraction from Sephiroth’s gaze.

From a mission standpoint, Sephiroth was flawless, delivering orders with precision. But every time he glanced at Genesis and Angeal, he looked lost—like a child unsure how to break the barrier Genesis had built.

It was almost pitiable. Which only annoyed Genesis more.

“Hey, Sephiroth!” Called Angeal “Come sit with us by the fire”

The General hesitated before joining, leaving the other SOLDIERs holding their breath. Sephiroth was even less social than Genesis, but his heroic reputation commanded near-worship within the ranks.

“I don’t need this…”

Almost as soon as Sephiroth sat down, Genesis retreated to his bed. The mattress was hard and cold, earning a weary sigh. Three years with Shinra, and he still wasn’t used to the lack of comfort in the field...

He looked up and met a pair of vivid green eyes. Sephiroth’s Mako glow cut through the mine’s darkness—so luminous, so striking. Genesis stared at him blankly. His mind wandered to past moments of intimacy, when those same eyes had gazed hungrily at him. Kisses in the dark, hands tracing pale skin, every touch heightened by the absence of light. The redhead shook the thought away, dismissing it as quickly as it came.

Genesis pulled up his sleeping bag and turned his back, facing the opposite side.

x-x-x-x-x

Sephiroth had always struggled to keep up with Genesis’s moods.

In the past, he’d relied on Angeal to navigate the unspoken rules of friendship. But now, with their affair a secret, that wasn’t an option. It left him feeling lost and alone.

The General wasn’t good with words. Yet, he valued his friendship with Genesis and Angeal more than he could say. He’d grown to enjoy their virtual chats, even if he was less talkative than the two Banorans. Despite his insecurities, he’d started sharing bits of his day—short, clinical messages that felt oddly good to send. For once, he had people who cared about him. Not his performance, his status, or his mission. Just him.

A: What about you, Seph? Tough day?

S: No. In fact, nothing of note happened today,

S: Well, actually, there was an unusual event. I saw a white wolf today in the Grasslands. I believe it’s quite rare in this area.

After sending the messages, Sephiroth felt a rush of shame and inadequacy. He wasn’t one to share trivial details about his day. Even if the memory had brought him joy, he doubted it added anything of value for his friends. He quickly tried to delete the texts, but Angeal and Genesis were faster.

A: Wow Seph. That’s so cool! Did you see if it was a female or a male?

G: Lucky of you! Wolves are such noble and fearless animals. We need to check it out the wolf statues in Kalm next time we are there.

A: I think those are foxes...xD

That simple exchange was enough to make him smile. It was strange how a quick message from his friends could brighten even his toughest days.

But some days were too hard, even for that. Sometimes, Sephiroth just couldn’t handle it. He felt... overwhelmed. Full of guilt, fear, shame - Hurtful and confusing emotions, only worsened by Professor Hojo’s constant lectures about not wasting time with “Hollander pets.”

Yet, he kept spending time with them. Especially Genesis. Sephiroth sought every chance to be near the older boy, to share his radiant—if sometimes annoying—company. It was good. Better than anything he’d ever experienced in his life.

And that was terrifying.

Some days, that fear drove him to complete avoidance. Sephiroth’d run from anything that reminded him of Genesis or Angeal, burying himself in training until his muscles ached and his clothes were drenched in sweat.

Not even his outstanding self-control could stop the spiral of thoughts—the “what ifs” of his secret affair with Genesis being exposed. What would happen if they were found? Or worse, when they were found. The fear tightened his chest, making it hard to breathe.

But it wasn’t just the bad thoughts that unsettled him. Sometimes, the memories alone were too much. The way his body reacted to the thought of Genesis’s exposed neck, his soft lips turning kisses into a teasing smile, laughing against his mouth, fingers trailing down his chest… The intensity of it all left him hesitant. This much desire, this much need, turned him into someone unfamiliar—a version of himself stripped of defenses.

Yet, as soon as he was alone with Genesis, all those doubts melted away.

Which was why, on the bad days, even when exhaustion dragged him down and all he wanted was sleep, Sephiroth would double his sleeping pills. He couldn’t risk it.

The medicine was an old companion, one of the many chains Hojo had placed on him. It started when he was 11 or 12—meant to help with the nightmares and keep him productive. At first, it was only for nights of severe insomnia. But over time, it became something he relied on completely.

As his waking nightmares worsened, - killings, Mako procedures, endurance tests, and so many other horrors - so did the use of pills. At 17 years old, the General only kept clean during active missions, when he had to be alert at a moment’s notice.

Unsurprisingly, Sephiroth slept very little during that first night in the mine.

Usually, he had the morning lights to keep him company, the small pleasure of watching the sun rise with its beautiful colors. But not on that mission. No matter how much the day rose outside the mine, the darkness inside wouldn’t change.

"Take your men to the North Wing," Sephiroth said to Genesis. It was their first exchange on the following morning. "We will keep comms open and coordinate from there."

The redhead nodded in agreement. They had just decided to split into three teams, and Angeal had moved to cover the south wing. Genesis and Sephiroth walked side by side for several minutes, in which the commander seemed completely focused on the mission, not even slightly attuned to Sephiroth’s breathing.

No further words were exchanged, no side glances, no pleasantries.

On that day, the three groups advanced without direct confrontation with the enemy. However, once they rejoined at sundown their morale took a heavy blow.

A trooper manning the rearguard was found dead, and another poisoned after drinking from an unreliable source of water. The commanders decided to keep moving in larger groups, increasing the frequency of stops to reassess the situation. During these moments, there were nervous whispers, and many sought out Angeal and Genesis company for comfort.

Rest was scarse and tense on that second night. Sephiroth, as always, slept little—a light, easily disturbed sleep.

The General was the first to wake up when the explosions began.

x-x-x-x-x

In an instant, all the lights went out.

Screams erupted from every direction as a massive section of the ground crumbled, dangerously close to Sephiroth’s camp. In a split second, he was on his feet, swiftly assessing the situation as he leaped to safety, with the earth collapsing around him. With no time to spare, he dashed through the darkness, relying on instinct to evade the relentless explosions tearing through the mine.

Genesis was jolted awake by the screams. A nearby explosion startled him, leaving his vision blurred for several seconds. Instinct took over—he grabbed his sword, sharpened his senses, and waited for enemies to emerge. Dust and rubble raining down all around him. For a moment, he thought that the ceiling could collapse, but he pushed the fear aside.

“…”

It felt like an eternity before his vision returned, and even then, the thick smoke left little to be seen. The SOLDIER stepped back cautiously, relying on his other senses to navigate the chaos—distant explosions, muffled screams.

Suddenly, Genesis heard footsteps behind him.

He spun around, sword ready, but no one was there. His eyes widened as a hand covered his mouth from behind, another gripping his shoulder—

A familiar grasp.

“Don’t shout.”

Genesis recognized the voice instantly. The intruder withdrew his hand and circled him slowly, his movements deliberate and feline.

“I wouldn’t shout,” Genesis replied.

“They’ve cut the lights…” Sephiroth murmured, his voice barely audible. “It’s a trap. They knew the terrain was unstable.”

Genesis could barely make out his form in the darkness. All he had to cling to was Sephiroth’s voice—low, steady, and as unreadable as ever.

“Where are the others?” Genesis asked.

“Dead. Most of the 2nd Class,” Sephiroth answered. Genesis let out an irritated sigh. “Don’t worry. Angeal wasn’t among them.”

“I know.”

The redhead fell silent. The situation was grim, and he hated how little he could see. Truthfully, darkness had always unsettled him. Sharing it with Sephiroth at that moment felt like a cruel irony.

“So, what do we do now?” His voice came out sharper, more bitter than he’d intended. “What are your orders, General?”

Sephiroth bristled at the hostility but answered firmly.

“We need to fix the lights.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can see just fine in the dark” the redhead quipped, feeling increasingly angry to be trapped in that situation with Sephiroth. ”The eyes of a SOLDIER… Yours are far brighter than mine.”

The General eyed him for a moment before countering. “Does that bother you?”

“What if it does?” Genesis shot back.

Sephiroth closed the distance between them, stepping closer until they were near enough to feel each other’s breath. Genesis’ blue eyes lifted to meet his, defiant and unyielding.

The General stretched out his hand and prepared a strike. Not toward Genesis, but past him. In one swift motion, Sephiroth struck down a soldier who had been sneaking up behind the duo.

“If you want to beat me, you’ll need to be more aware of your surroundings,” Sephiroth remarked.

Genesis responded with a second Fire spell, hurling it toward another enemy—one of the many soldiers stealthily closing in on the pair.

“I knew they were getting closer”

Their eyes met, and years of training took over. Focused on the fight, their senses sharpened, attuned to every movement and sound.

“Did you hear that?” Genesis asked.

Now, the soldiers surrounding them became visible—dozens, maybe more. Wutai’s elite ninjas closed in from all sides. The two men turned, standing back-to-back, ready for the inevitable clash.

“Are you good enough to cover me?” Sephiroth teased, his voice calm as always.

“I need no cover!”

Genesis lunged into action, disregarding Sephiroth’s words. He charged at the first group of enemies, deflecting projectiles with his sword. The attackers were dressed entirely in black, only their eyes visible in the mine’s dim light. With a swift strike, he cut down two men, his rapier blazing with a Fire spell. Blood splattered his arm, a few drops marking his face.

He leaped back to Sephiroth’s side, their backs pressing together.

“Don’t be reckless,” the General commanded.

“When have I ever been reckless?”

Genesis ignored him, surging forward again. He jumped into the largest group, creating an opening for Sephiroth to strike. The General’s sword flashed, cutting down two enemies in one fluid motion.

As they reunited, back-to-back, something crossed the redhead's mind. “I think this is the first mission where we have to fight alone…”

“I believe so, yes,” Sephiroth replied.

“I’ll show you,” Genesis thought, but before he could retort, the fight demanded their full attention.

It was a grueling fight. The enemies were stronger than Shinra had anticipated—elite fighters, trained in SOLDIER tactics and fearless in the face of death. Yet, Genesis and Sephiroth held their ground. A First Class SOLDIER could take multiple foes at once, and the combination of their magical prowess and physical strength made them a formidable duo.

True to his style, Genesis charged headfirst, unleashing offensive magic. He carved through enemy lines with fiery assaults, his speed letting him dodge the ninjas’ strikes easily. Sephiroth, meanwhile, focused on drawing the attention of the larger group. His movements were precise, his sword strikes clean and lethal.

The battle intensified as reinforcements arrived. Soldiers emerged from all sides, armed with machine guns, forcing the two to close ranks and raise a barrier. Sephiroth noticed the determined glint in Genesis’ eyes, the thrill of combat clear on his face. Despite the dire situation, Sephiroth, too, felt a grim satisfaction in unleashing his pent-up frustrations.

As they locked eyes amidst the chaos, a thought crossed Sephiroth’s mind. He’d never met another soldier who could endure such a battle, let alone emerge unscathed like him. Shinra housed many skilled fighters, but Genesis and Angeal had risen to become the finest he’d ever fought alongside. And their synergy on the battlefield was undeniable.

Genesis let out a crude laugh, adrenaline surging as he blocked one final attack. With a flawless strike, he brought down his latest enemy.

“That’s the last of them,” Sephiroth said.

Genesis lowered his sword and stepped closer, drawing a deep breath. Excitement surged through their Mako-enhanced bodies as they stood amidst the carnage, taking in the sight of each other—bloodied and fierce. Here was someone who didn’t just endure battle but thrived in it. Unlike Angeal, Genesis and Sephiroth shared that unspoken bond.

On top of that, Sephiroth looked striking. Genesis reached out, brushing a blood-streaked lock of silver hair from his face.

“What a waste…” Genesis murmured, his voice soft but loaded with meaning.

Sephiroth felt the sudden urge to kiss him—right there, amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Their eyes locked, Genesis’ fingers lingering in his hair, a silent invitation for closeness. The desire to touch, to press closer, was overwhelming. In that moment, Sephiroth looked more captivating than ever. Not the pristine hero of Shinra’s propaganda, but a breathtaking, bloodstained warrior—radiant and otherworldly, like an angel from ancient tales.

“Hmm… maybe not so cold after all, General,” Genesis thought, catching the flicker of desire in Sephiroth’s eyes.

The General’s gaze dropped to Genesis’ lips, lingering with a hunger that sent a thrill through him. “Oh yes,” Genesis remembered, “there was a drop of blood there, wasn’t it?” Slowly, deliberately, he licked it away, watching as Sephiroth’s mako-green eyes narrowed.

Did he look the same to Sephiroth? A breathtaking, bloodstained warrior? An equal in battle? The thought burned within him, igniting a thirst he’d never felt before—not with any lover. Never had he needed someone to see him, to touch him, to ache for him as much as he did when he was with Sephiroth.

Almost unconsciously, Genesis leaned in. It was reckless, dangerous even, but his fingers tightened their grip.

“Sephiroth! Genesis!” A voice shouted in the distance.

Suddenly, the mine was flooded with light as the power surged back on. A team of survivors emerged through the smoke, and moments later, Angeal came into view. He paused, slightly taken aback by the scene—a mountain of bodies, and his two friends standing at the center, surprisingly close.

“Are you two alright?” Angeal called as he approached, followed by soldiers. “My team restored the power. I’ve gathered the remaining SOLDIERs, at least the ones I could find. We’ve suffered heavy casualties, but I believe the main group of rebels has been contained…” His gaze swept over the carnage. “Looks like you two had your hands full.”

Sephiroth stared firmly at Angeal. The dark-haired man was covered in dirt, blood splattered on his clothes, but seemed unharmed. The remaining soldiers gathered around the Firsts, battered but holding strong, waiting for orders.

“Good work, Commander Hewley,” Sephiroth said, his voice loud and clear. The praise was sincere, meant for everyone to hear.

Genesis stepped away to wipe the blood from his sword. He smiled at his best friend, who looked embarrassed by the sudden but deserved recognition.

x-x-x-x

At Shinra’s table, Sephiroth recalled Angeal’s words about Genesis.

“I can’t figure you out at these Shinra events, Gen… Sometimes you’re the life of the party, and other times you couldn’t care less—and it shows.”

Tonight’s gala, hosted by Heidegger, was clearly one of the latter.

Genesis picked at his food, eating little. He left half his trout untouched, pushing it around his plate with disinterest. His attention was far from the meeting table and the stifling formalities they were expected to endure.

To be fair, the event was far from thrilling. The evening was dominated by a series of self-indulgent speeches. Amidst the endless bravado about Wutai, the only noteworthy moment came when Lazard acknowledged the new First Class SOLDIERs. Angeal was singled out by name, his quick thinking and teamwork praised in front of the entire assembly.

The dinner dragged on, slow and torturous. Heidegger’s laughter grated on everyone’s nerves, and the President stayed silent, making no effort to feign interest in the “heroes” before him. Throughout the meal, Sephiroth stole glances at Genesis, his mind racing to decipher the meaning of that charged moment on the battlefield. After their fight, it felt like an oasis. Sephiroth wished things could just return to normal.

“Angeal… could I see you and Genesis in my office for a moment?” Lazard asked, offering a rare smile to his favorite soldier.

Angeal nodded, but when they looked around, Genesis was nowhere to be found. With an apologetic shrug, Angeal followed Lazard to his office, while the rest of the guests began to disperse.

Sephiroth left as well, taking the internal exit to the SOLDIER floor. As he walked down the hall, a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Tell me something…” Genesis’ voice echoed softly. “Are these dinners always so tedious?”

Sephiroth paused, mildly surprised to find the redhead leaning against the wall, as if he’d been waiting for him.

“Why?” Sephiroth asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t you like the food?”

Genesis smiled. “It would’ve been far more enjoyable without Heidegger’s laughter…”

A brief silence settled between them. Sephiroth sensed it was the perfect moment to address his desire to end their struggle, but the words felt out of reach.

He started, hesitantly. “Genesis, I…”

“It occurred to me,” Genesis interrupted casually, “that you still owe me a visit to my room.” Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Shall we?”

Surprised, Sephiroth studied him cautiously, his green eyes narrowing as he weighed the invitation. Was it a trap, or something else? Genesis’ expression was calm, his smile mischievous—a contrast to the cold indifference he’d shown over the past few weeks.

“…Lead the way,” Sephiroth said at last.

They walked in silence, making their way to the SOLDIER floor as they had countless times before. Yet, the entire time, Sephiroth’s gaze lingered on Genesis, doubts creeping in. It amused Genesis to see him so uncertain. The General could face a dozen killers without flinching, yet these subtle social cues left him utterly disarmed.

“Oh, darling… you really are terrible at this,” Genesis thought, a gentle smirk playing on his lips as he watched the discomfort flicker across Sephiroth’s face. He stayed quiet, letting his lover spin in his thoughts for a while. After all, he was still feeling a little petty.

They entered Genesis’ room, the door closing softly behind them. Sephiroth could feel a sweet scent of Banora apples in the air, a sharp difference from Shinra’s sterile halls. His sharp green eyes scanned the space—towering bookshelves, a cluttered desk with open books and scrolls, and his beautiful rapier hanging on the wall like a prized possession. The room was pure Genesis: elegant, intellectual, and theatrical.

Sephiroth felt his usual composure falter under the weight of the familiar intimacy of Genesis’ room. Was their quarrel over? He wanted to ask why Genesis was acting this way, but the words stuck in his throat, tangled in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Was this a gesture of reconciliation, a prelude to a confrontation, or something else entirely? He glanced at Genesis, who stood by the window with that familiar, enigmatic smile, and once again, Sephiroth found himself at a loss for words.

“Hmm…” The redhead hummed comfortably, stretching his back muscles as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Genesis moved with deliberate grace, crossing the room to a beautiful vintage vitrola. With a practiced hand, he selected a record and placed it on the turntable, the needle crackling softly as it found its groove. The song that filled the room had no lyrics, but its rhythm was lively and intoxicating, pulsing with energy and emotion.

Genesis turned back to Sephiroth, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. The music swirled around them, adding another layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. Sephiroth remained still, his sharp eyes tracking Genesis’ every move.

With ease, Genesis’ fingers began removing the outer layers of his uniform. Armor and belts fell to the floor with a soft thud. His sharp blue eyes stayed on Sephiroth the entire time, demanding nothing but his attention. There was a quiet confidence in his movements, a natural ease that made the act feel less like a performance and more like an invitation. Sephiroth waited, attentive and unmoving, as the room seemed to grow warmer with each layer Genesis shed. When all that was left was his top and boxers, the air between them felt electric.

Genesis closed the distance in a few quick strides, pressing his lips to Sephiroth’s. The kiss was familiar but urgent—their first in weeks. It deepened almost instantly, hungry and unrestrained, their tongues meeting with a heat that spoke of weeks of longing. Genesis’ hands moved to Sephiroth’s armor, unbuckling it with practiced ease, never breaking the kiss. His attention then turned to the overcoat, pulling it off and letting the leather fall to the floor.

When their lips parted, Genesis’ gaze was intense yet playful. His blue eyes locked onto Sephiroth’s as his fingers moved to the General’s chest armor. His touch was deliberate, each movement precise and unhurried, as if savoring the act of undoing the layers between them.

“You won’t be needing this…” Genesis murmured, his voice low and teasing, a quiet challenge in his expression, as if daring Sephiroth to stop him—or pull him closer.

The General’s mind was still hazy from the kiss. It was always like that—the longing, the time apart, and then this moment when his body remembered everything about Genesis. The way he felt, the way he tasted, the way he smelled. A deep, aching want surged through him, and before he could process it, Genesis kissed him again. This time, it was slower, more indulgent, their lips moving in sync. Saliva, lips, breath—everything blended into a single, intoxicating sensation. When Genesis’ mouth trailed to his neck, Sephiroth shuddered, a quiet tremor running through him.

“Oh, now your breath starts shaking?” The thought both amused and angered the redhead. It was ironic, really—none of his efforts on the battlefield had ever been enough to make Sephiroth’s heart falter, yet a single kiss, placed with precision on that sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, was all it took to unravel him. Genesis couldn’t help but act on the fiery thought, biting down on Sephiroth’s neck with deliberate force.

The sharp sensation drew a hiss from the General, who reacted instantly, his hand tangling in Genesis’ hair and pulling his head back with a firm, commanding grip.

“Genesis…!” Sephiroth complained. Despite being immobilized by Sephiroth’s grip, Genesis smiled, offering no resistance. This was exactly what he wanted to see—fire, desire, curiosity, all because of him. Sephiroth’s voice cut firmly: “No marks.”

Oh, yes. One of Sephiroth’s unspoken rules for their encounters. No visible traces, no evidence left behind.

“Yes, sir,” Genesis teased, his head still tilted back, in a show of playful obedience. “Anything else, sir?”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes, but Genesis paid no mind. The redhead relaxed the tension in his neck, prompting Sephiroth to release the grip on his hair—only for Genesis to press their bodies together again, kissing him fiercely. Sephiroth’s hands slid down his back, one settling firmly on his hip, the other gripping his butt to pull him closer. Genesis loved this about him—despite his inexperience, Sephiroth always responded with a raw, almost feral need for his touch. His hands were firm, grabbing and pulling and taking, much like he did on the battlefield. It was a side of Sephiroth that only Genesis got to see, and he adored it.

Their unsteady steps carried them deeper into the room, the kiss so consuming that Genesis barely noticed when his leg bumped against the bed. But before he could react, Sephiroth’s patience gave way. With a sudden, possessive force, he threw Genesis onto the bed, their breaths colliding in a heated rush. It felt too good. Genesis loved being tossed around like he weighed nothing, reveling in the knowledge that his partner could manhandle him effortlessly. An undeniable perk of bedding the most powerful man in Midgar.

Yet that night… Genesis wasn’t interested in giving up all control. At least, not just yet.

The redhead shifted his weight with one quick move, reversing their positions as he settled onto Sephiroth’s lap. Their lips met again, the kiss deepening as Genesis began moving with a deliberate, suggestive rhythm. Sephiroth could feel the bulge of his lover's erection through his underwear, rubbing against his own straining hardness.

Sephiroth rumbled low in his throat, hands roaming over Genesis' back and ass, pulling their bodies even tighter, craving more contact. Genesis ground down against him, the delicious friction building as their erections rubbed through the fabric barrier. It made his cock twitch with need, specially when his raspy lover bit his lower lip with a teasing sharpness. The brush of teeth against his lips sent a jolt through Sephiroth spine.

"Mmm, that's good..." Genesis remarked, letting out a very low moan. The redhead leaned in close, his breath hot against Sephiroth's ear as he whispered huskily "I’ve been mean to you for quite a while, now... It’s time I treat you to something good."

"Oh?” Sephiroth raised an eyebrow. “And what do you have in mind?"

In response, Genesis slid off his lap and onto his knees before him, then slowly ran his tongue along Sephiroth's torso, all the way down until he reach the inside of his thighs. With no rush, we pressed open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin, which made Sephiroth sucked in a sharp breath.

"I have a thing or two in mind," Genesis purred, his voice low and filled with desire as he free Sephiroth's erection from its confines and wrapper his fingers around it. "But right now I want to taste you, I want every inch of your beautiful cock in my mouth."

Sephiroth growled in approval, his member already hardening at the thought. The Soldier brushed his fingertips across his sex as it sprang forth, long and thick and absolutely perfect. Genesis licked his lips hungrily before leaning in to run his tongue along the underside of Sephiroth's shaft from base to tip.

Genesis took Sephiroth's cock deeper, wrapping his lips around the head and suckling gently. His tongue swirled around the swollen flesh, and he hummed in delight at the musky taste, sending vibrations through Sephiroth's length.

"Hm..." Sephiroth’s head fell back against the bed frame as he savored the wet heat of Genesis' mouth on him.

Embolded, Genesis relaxed his jaw and pushed forward, inch by inch taking Sephiroth into his throat until his nose was pressed against his pelvis. He held himself there for a moment, swallowing around the thick cock stretching his throat.

"Gen..." Sephiroth hissed, hips bucking slightly as he fought the urge to fuck into that warm, delicious mouth.

When he needed air, the redhead pulled back slowly, dragging his tongue along Sephiroth's length until just the tip remained in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, lapping at the sensitive ridge beneath. Then he dove back down, setting a steady rhythm, his fingers stimulated all that his mouth have left unattended.

It seemed so easy to ignore the redhead's eccentricities when he did that sort of thing... Genesis was good at sex. And he knew it. Sephiroth allow him to set the pace, one of his hand gripping the bed frame tightly. The wet heat of Genesis' mouth was pure bliss, sending waves of pleasure that were quickly building up.

Suddenly, Genesis stopped and his mouth let go of Sephiroth’s erection. The redhead pulled back slowly, a satisfied smile on his face as he gazed up at his lover. His lips were red and slightly swollen from the attention they'd given to his lover's throbbing sex. Strings of saliva connected from his mouth to Sephiroth's cock, proof of the thorough job Genesis had been doing so far.

Sephiroth was just about to protest when he heard the sound of a lid opening, a familiar sound of gel being deposit in the redhead’s hand, and then over Sephiroth’s glistening erection.

“As I said...a have a few other ideas” Genesis purred, stroking Sephiroth from base to tip and back again.

Sephiroth reclined on the bed, as he watched Genesis with dark, lust-filled eyes. The older man knelt between his legs, his slender fingers slick with lube as he worked the gel into Sephiroth's throbbing shaft.

“Seeing anything you like?” the redhead asked with an expression of full debauchery, deliciously inviting.

Sephiroth’s voice was husky with desire. "Everything"

Their eyes met, and Genesis mask faltered for a moment, surprised by the response. Sephiroth quickly pulled up and shifted their positions, rising to his knees and shifting Genesis to hold his body flush from behind.

The action took Genesis by surprise, who gasped at the feeling of Sephiroth's strong arms tightening around his waist, pulling him back against his broad chest. One hand slid up to wrap around Genesis’ throat, squeezing just hard enough to make the man gasp, as Sephiroth knew he liked it.

Genesis' only response was a broken moan, his head falling back against Sephiroth's shoulder as he surrendered to the jolt of intense pleasure. “Hm...eager” he teased, looking back with his best seductive gaze. “I like it.”

Undistracted, Sephiroth squirted a generous amount of the lubricant onto his fingers. Teasing time was over. Or so it seemed by the way he rubbed his slick digits over Genesis' entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle. Genesis shivered, pressing back against the touch, as Sephiroth slipped one finger inside.

“Ah...yes!” Genesis let out a cry, tilting his head up.

Sephiroth worked his finger in and out, adding more lube to ease the way as he planted kisses in Genesis neck. Gradually, he slipped in a second finger, then a third, stretching Genesis open with ruthless efficiency.

Genesis breath fell short again, his head falling back to give Sephiroth access to his neck and throat. His hips rocked back, seeking more of that delicious and rough friction, in contrast to the soft lips of the General on his body. Genesis let out a full moan when Sephiroth curled his fingers inside him, stroking over a very sensitive spot.

Impulsively, Genesis grabbed Sephiroth’s hair and reclined back in a feline manner. He surprised the General with a desperate kiss, very much a reflex of how excited he felt at that point. Acting purely on his need, Genesis tried to push Sephiroth’s torso towards the bed. So blind with want, that a part of him wanted to push his lover down, and straddle him right there.

But Sephiroth had other plans. Swiftly, he grabbed the SOLDIER’s hand and forcefully pushed his shoulder down to the mattress, pulling his waist up. The movement was graceful and quick, their bodies meeting with a raw and exciting clash. He positioned himself at Genesis' entrance, the head of his cock pressing against that tight entrance.

With one smooth thrust, Sephiroth buried himself inside his lover. They both cried out at the sensation, their bodies shivering at the intensity of it. What a delicious power move! The heat of the act invaded Genesis with such force that he was breathless, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure that took him out of sync with reality. It was everything he wanted and more… Still, as Sephiroth's thick cock stretched him open, Genesis couldn't help but let out a pained and delighted groan.

“AAaah..hnn” Genesis bit his own lips, holding in his cries as Sephiroth thrust a couple more times, slowly but burying himself all the way into the smaller body.

"Too much?” Asked Sephiroth with a low voice, tinted with worry.

Genesis hissed with his eyes shut tight. "Just give me a moment…"

Unsurprisingly, Sephiroth was big. Genesis could feel every inch of Sephiroth's impressive length inside him, filling him up so completely. It was a delicious sensation, but also a little overwhelming at first.

Genesis took a deep breath, focusing on the pleasure rather than the burn of the initial stretch. He began to move slowly, tentatively rocking back against his partner. The feeling of Sephiroth's cock inside him was incredible, sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.

Sephiroth's hands grip Genesis' hips, guiding him into a common rhythm. They moved in sync, growing to a delicious and steady flow. Sephiroth watched, enticed by the way his lover looked at that moment. A very arousing image of Genesis’ lips parted, his eyes hidden by strands of auburn hair, back muscles contracting with each thrusts. Genesis moaned loudly. He looked amazing, sounded amazing, felt amazing. It became harder and harden to refrain from thrusting into Genesis with the full strength of his desire.

"Oh goddess, just fuck me" Genesis gasped out, his voice strained with need.

It wasn’t enough for the act to be completely painless, but neither of them wanted to wait anymore. Sephiroth bent further, his hips snapping forward with a delicious reward that left him shivering with pleasure. Against his better judgement, Genesis pushed back to meet each thrust, taking his lover deeper each time.

"Yes..." Sephiroth groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of Genesis' hips. "Hmm...Gen’"

Genesis loved to hear Sephiroth speak his name in bed, relishing in every aspect of their lovemaking. How deliciously he submitted in bed to that man, so unlike the tireless way he resisted in a fight. “Does he think I’m weak for it?”, the redhead wandered. “For letting him have his way with me?” Genesis felt Sephiroth lips in his neck, biting and kissing, breath altered like never in a fight.

Didn't look like it. It looked like Sephiroth was struggling to control his heavy breaths, letting out low raspy moaning. Just enough to make Genesis tremble thinking of the man who was uttering them. The cold warrior, pushing himselt into his body with a fiery abandon. If sex was a battle, that certainly didn’t feel like losing it. But winning a privileged view of Sephiroth stripped of every ounce of control, fucking him with hard and long strikes.

“Not so cold anymore…” He thought, as Sephiroth looked completely lost into their lovemaking. His teeth bit into the juncture of Genesis' neck and shoulder, making him let out a scream filled with pleasure. Soon their movements took on a more intense speed. Even their hearts were beating faster, breaths coming in harsh and heavy pants. Genesis could feel his own release building.

Sephiroth’s hands grabbed into his waist, digging deeper in his flesh, another love wound that would certainly leave a bruise. "No marks, huh? Hypocrite..." Genesis thought with his last ounce of control, before every thought began melting in fire and variations of “yes...like that...more...oh goddess, yes...please..”

Genesis' only audible response, however, was a broken moan. He begin stroking himself in time with Sephiroth’s thrusts, and his head fell back against Sephiroth's shoulder as he surrendered to the pleasure of being claimed so thoroughly. He craved that abandon, specially after many days feeling angry and unwanted. Now there was no doubt that the powerful man thrusting into his body desired him. The pleasure built to a crescendo inside Genesis, his body tensing, closer and closer to his edge.

“I’m gonna...aaaAA..Seph...”

Genesis came with a scream, his body shuddering and tightening around Sephiroth's cock. It was too much, the feeling of Genesis pleasure and the way that his body shivered all over. Sephiroth himself was left very close to his release and his next thrusts were violent, immersed in the pleasure of pulling his lover's body against him. With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside Genesis to the hilt and came with a guttural moan.

The two men dropped onto the mattress. Riding out the waves of their shared release, they stayed locked together.

Gradually, their breathing slowed and their strang bodies relaxed.

Genesis reveled in the feeling Sephiroth’s weight over him, the way that his chest would rise and fall with each ragged breath. It was so rare to see the General anything less than flawless, he always enjoyed savoring the sight of him undone. It never lasted very long, anyway. Moments later, Sephiroth shifted away, lying with his eyes closed.

“You look gorgeous like that…” Genesis murmured, his voice low and warm. He reached out, smiling at the sight of Sephiroth’s silver hair disheveled and all over his face. Genesis gently removed one of the strands of silver hair from Sephiroth’s lips, replacing it quickly with his own. One last, exhausted kiss, slow and lingering after their release. His lover responded fully.

Later, Sephiroth’s voice broke the silence, low and tentative. “Did I hurt you?”

Genesis chuckled. “I told you I like it rough, darling.” But the worried look on Sephiroth’s face didn’t fade. Genesis softened, adding, “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know if you ever cross the line.”

“I expect you to,” Sephiroth replied, his tone polite but firm.

“Oh yes…” Genesis rolled his eyes at the though ”always the distant gentleman,” Then, a wicked smile tugged at his lips. “...well, except when you’re fucking me.” The thought amused him, his grin widening as he leaned back.

That seemed to do it. A flicker of an idea passed through Genesis’ eyes, and he pulled away from Sephiroth, reaching for something in the drawer beside his bed.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was the right time, but something about the moment seemed fitting. Leaning back over, he pressed his weight gently against his lover’s body and held up a wrapped gift. Sephiroth’s eyes widened slightly.

“I have a gift for you,” Genesis said with a soft voice, “I bought it when I was stationed in Kalm a few weeks ago… I should have given it to you already, but I wasn’t feeling very generous these past days, as you know.”

Sephiroth eyed him cautiously. He was curious, but his question was hesitant. “And now?”

Genesis smiled and kissed him languidly. As they had all the time in the world. And for the first time since they began this affair it felt like they have.

"Now I'm feeling fucking amazing" Genesis murmured against his lips, his grin playful. “No clue why, though…”

Sephiroth’s lips curved into a very subtle laugh. “Huh,”

Genesis gave him the prestine package. The General unwrapped it with deliberate care, revealing a stunning, leather-bound book. The cover of the book was a rich, deep red, embossed with intricate silver filigree and delicate patterns that caught the light. The title Loveless gleamed faintly, the craftsmanship exquisite in every detail.

Sephiroth’s expression shifted, his usual stoicism giving way to something far more vulnerable. He traced the intricate patterns on the book’s cover with a reverence that was rare for him, his green eyes softening in a way Genesis had never seen before. It was a look of genuine appreciation, almost awe, and it made Genesis shift uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to seeing Sephiroth so moved, so human. The redhead cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's absurd that you never read it. Criminous, even” Genesis’ eyes moved elsewhere, feeling oddly embarrassed. “Something must be done to atone for this horrible crime. I figured I should take on such task...as I...well..."

Sephiroth’s gaze lingered on Genesis, his usually sharp green eyes softening as they traced the lines of the redhead’s face. There was a depth to his stare, something raw and unguarded, something Genesis was seeing for the first time.

"Thank you." Sephiroth looked down for a short moment, his words building up slowly, but truthful "Genesis... Even though I struggle to express it at times, I - I want you to know that I truly appreciate our time together"

It was Genesis’ turn to be left speechless. Sephiroth’s soft, emotional words caught him completely off guard, leaving him feeling exposed and inadequate. He, who had spent the entire evening watching his lover struggle to find words, now found himself completely at a loss.

Those few seconds felt like forever, a blush dangerously close to appearing on his face. The redhead tried to play it cool.

“Of course, I’m adorable,” he babbled, struggling to find the courage to even face his lover.

Thankfully for Genesis’ pride, Sephiroth failed to notice his disorientation, too absorbed in the gift. He silently traced every centimeter of the cover with his fingers, feeling the textures and intricate embroideries of the book with a childlike devotion.

Genesis’ eyes softened at the rare sight of Sephiroth’s happiness, and he, too, felt quite fulfilled. It was an uncommon feeling for men like them. Soon, the redhead would take the book from his lover’s hands and fill the silence with his favorite verses of Loveless. But for now, he watched in equal silence; a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Despite all their communication issues, some moments were indeed too precious for words.

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[ μ ] – εγλ 1999 - April

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess,
We seek it thus, and take to the sky”

As the words from Loveless echoed from Genesis’ lips, Sephiroth’s eyes remained closed. The poet’s voice was beautiful—calm, deep, and slightly raspy from their previous activities. He could feel Genesis’ breath on his face, deft fingers toying with a strand of his long silver hair, and the weight of his lover’s head resting on his shoulder. It was an unusual, upside-down position, but no less relaxing.

“Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest"

Sephiroth opened his eyes at the end of the act, staring at the familiar ceiling of his own room. He glanced at his lover, watching Genesis’ lips curve into a lazy, satisfied smile. The redhead had playfully taken the Loveless book he’d gifted him years ago, and Sephiroth heard the rustle of pages being flipped.

"Do you remember when I gave you this book?" Genesis asked with a low soothing voice.

"Of course" Sephiroth answered.

From that position, he could barely see the book, having to look up and away from Genesis’ attractive face. It was an odd angle, but like most things in their relationship, it had been Genesis’ idea. They’d spent the last hour ravishing each other—kissing, touching, tasting every inch of their bodies. And then they’d lain there. Limp, satisfied, and still yearning to touch, as if their lovemaking hadn’t been enough to satisfy their hunger.

“I don’t believe I ever told you this,” Sephiroth said with a softer voice, a change so subtle that only Genesis—and Angeal, of course—would notice. “This book was the first real gift someone gave me. Excluding official gifts from authorities or fans that Shinra confiscated, of course.”

Genesis looked at him, a glint of sadness in his blue eyes.

“I cherish it deeply,” the General said at last.

Genesis stared at him in silence. There was so much that he wanted to say, so much he wanted to hear, horrors he wished to soothe. And yet, words could hurt, as they had many times before.

The redhead cupped his lover’s face and kissed Sephiroth gently.

“Shinra should pay for what it did to you,” Genesis whispered against Sephiroth’s swollen lips. “You deserve the world, love…” His deft fingers caressed Sephiroth’s face softly. “And they deserve to burn.”

“Do not speak like that,” Sephiroth reprimanded firmly. “Not even in private.”

Genesis didn’t answer, just kept staring into those green eyes he’d come to know so well. Since the night he’d gifted Loveless to Sephiroth, they’d fought many times over the same issue. Almost 5 years later, Genesis had become wiser in choosing his battles. He’d also learned to mimic Sephiroth’s icy tone during their fights, tempering his own explosive nature.

Time alone, though, was still rare—even more so as the Wutai war had worsened over the past two years. That night was their first intimate moment in a month, and Genesis wasn’t about to ruin it with another argument about Shinra.

“Well, I’m glad that you kept my gift, darling” he said at last, glancing at the book again. “What I’m not glad about is the page-turn marks. How could you do such a think? Did I mention how rare this edition is?”

“You might have, yes.”

“More like 20 times. But who’s counting,” the General thought, relieved Genesis didn’t push the topic.

The redhead, ever skilled at shifting the mood, pretended to be offended by Sephiroth’s supposed lack of care for the gift—knowing full well it was one of his most treasured possessions.

Eventually, Sephiroth had to take the book from his lover’s hands and pull him into a tight kiss. It was the most effective way to silence Genesis, and the most pleasurable.

“There is no hate, only joy,” Sephiroth said, surprising Genesis with a rare display of how well he knew his friend’s tastes. “For you are beloved by the goddess.”

The redhead smiled at him, and for a long moment, they stayed in silence, simply staring into each other’s face. So much had been said over the years, and so much had been left unsaid. Some things seemed tougher to voice now, as they were older and hardened by the circumstances, but others could be shared in different ways—

With a touch, a look, a shared breath.

Between the lines.

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