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It was cold in the silver general’s apartment. While he was not used to the silence, he couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling of it being different. Of course he knew why, but it didn’t give him peace to know why his usually empty apartment felt more so.
His friends, Genesis and Angeal, had for some reason left without so much of a wave goodbye. It wasn’t uncommon for them to be gone on long missions, but he had checked the logs three times now only for it to tell him they had not gone on a mission. They had just left. Letting out a stressed sigh, Sephiroth rubbed his face and got up. He needed to get out of his office and get some fresh air, so he walked into his living room and made his way over to the balcony.
The air outside was not as clean as he would prefer for clearing his head, and it only reminded the man of his times away from the polluted city. The air in Wuti was always crisp and clear, smelling of deep forest instead of the stink of industry that stung his nose now as he took in a deep breath. He closed his eyes and tried his best to remember his time away from the city, to imagine the air, to clear his head. That’s when he heard the sound of a wing flapping in the wind and something, or someone, landing next to him.
“Another late night for the world’s hero?” The smooth voice of Genesis came from beside Sephiroth, causing the general to look up at his friend. It was obvious something was wrong as the red head’s hair was dulled, and his complexion somewhat paler than the other would ever allow if he had the choice. Movement caught his eyes as a single black wing ruffled in the wind, something he would have noticed first if he wasn’t worried about how sick his friend looked.
“...I can afford to miss a night or two, can the same be said for you?” He asked Genesis, facing the other. “After all the talk of beauty sleep and you come back looking like this.”
“I’m not here to fight with you, Sephiroth.” The red general cut in, walking past and going into the apartment, running a gloved hand on the arm of the grey couch in the living room. “As fun as it can be, I’m not in the mood. I need your help.”
Coming inside and closing the balcony door, Sephiroth sat on the couch next to where his friend stood, laying an arm over the back of the furniture and rested his forehead on his head. “It has been days, no knowledge, no calls, and now you come to me in the middle of the night.” Raising his catlike eyes, he looked over his friend before asking. “What do you need?”
“Angeal and I have stumbled across a problem, our bodies are degrading and if Hollander’s notes are to be believed, there is only one cure…” The winged man paused, most likely for dramatic effect. “We need a sample of your genetic structure. A hair, or a drop of blood, is all we need to stop the degradation. Will you help us?”
“Where is Angeal if both of you need help”
“We couldn’t risk getting caught.” Genesis sighed, sitting next to Sephiroth. “We are not exactly on the best of terms with Shin-Ra at the moment after what happened at Banora, so only one of us could come for now.”
“And… the wing?” He had to ask. The dark feathers gently brushed over the other side of the couch. They looked soft and he was tempted to run his fingers through them.
“A detail for another time. Will you help?”
The silver general let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, thinking about the new information. He could clearly see that Genesis was telling the truth about the degradation, seeing how the other looked, but how would his DNA be the key to stopping it? Growing up in a lab would pose at least part of an answer but it caused more questions to rise up than it answered. He always knew he was different than other children growing up, and it was made more apparent when he met the others. What was in his genetics that is the only thing that could save the two people closest to him?
“I will,” he finally agreed, opening his eyes “but there is an issue. I know for certain you wouldn’t be able to swallow my hair. You are disgusted enough when your own gets into your mouth so I doubt you could stand to swallow someone else's, let alone mine. Now for the blood, the only way you will get any from me is through a fight, and that did not end well last time.”
“You do make a valid point.” The red head sighed. “We need a better solution…” he stopped, breath hitching for a moment.
“What is it?” Sephiroth asked
“Well, there is… another way for me to swallow your DNA in a way I wouldn’t be completely disgusted with. I do not know if you would be interested though. It’s not exactly something our esteemed general is known for doing.”
“And what would that be?” He raised a single silver eyebrow, taking in the way the other hesitated. It didn’t fit the red general.
“Well, saliva would count, would it not?”
He blinked in surprise. Yes, he supposed it would count, but he did not exactly imagine his friend to suggest such a thing. Their entire relationship was a friendship based on rivalry, but here Genesis was suggesting something more as a way of survival no less. “A kiss?”
“I am certainly not asking for you to simply spit in my mouth.” Genesis huffed, turning his body so he could throw a leg over the taller’s lap and straddled him.
“I did not think we were close enough for that to be an option. You know that for most of our years I believed you to hate me.” He said, leaning back into the couch so their chests were not touching. The body over his was warm, a blazing contrast from the cool air around them. He could feel that heat seeping into his body, and causing him to take in a deep breath, filling his senses with the scent of fire and apple blossoms. Though it was new, the general discovered it was not as unwelcome as he imagined it would be.
“There is no hate, only joy,” Genesis began to quote, leaning in closer as he spoke “For you are beloved by the goddess, Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds.” By the end of it, their lips were hovering close together, giving Sephiroth a chance to back away and deny the kiss.
“Loveless, Act two” He breathed, closing his eyes. Of course he would remember, but the fact that the quote seemed to fit well almost made him want to chuckle. His leather clad friend always found a way for his favorite play to fit in and get him what he wanted. He closed the distance between them gently, bringing his arms down to pull the other closer, one hand on his back and the other on his hip.
He had expected Genesis to have soft lips from how much he took care of himself, but at the moment they were chapped and rough against his own, now parting to allow a slip of the tongue to enter. Since this was to save him, Sephiroth allowed Genesis to lead, giving silent permission for him to explore this new territory without a struggle for dominance. It felt surprisingly right.
When the other pulled away, he took a moment to look him over, seeing that it did seem to help. The red head’s complexion was beginning to look healthier and his hair brighter, but it still wasn’t enough. Not yet. “It’s working, but you need more than that.”
“And what would you suggest?” Genesis panted slightly, sitting up on his lap, pressing back a little. He looked good up there.
“Perhaps something more.. Substantial” He said with a lowered tone, spreading his knees to hint at what he was suggesting.
The red general thought for a moment before slipping down to the floor slowly and placed a hand on Sephiroth’s thigh. “Only if you return the favor, hero.”
“I think you’re forgetting who this is helping.”
“I think you enjoy pushing your luck with how far I will go.”
“Says the one on his knees in front of me.”
Genesis glared but went quiet, beginning to focus on the task at hand. Slowly he unzipped Sephiroth’s pants, taking a breath of anticipation before carefully pulling down the underwear and letting him out. “Of fucking course you’re perfect, even down here.” He grumbled quietly as he took the stiffening flesh into a gloved hand, the leather cool despite the heat of the owner wearing them. Sephiroth shivered at the touch, not used to the feeling of being touched there. “Only the best for the world’s hero.”
“You speak as if you’ve seen enough to compare” he breathed softly as the gloved hand moved, closing his eyes.
“I’ve dealt with enough.” And with that, he took Sephiroth into his mouth, enveloping him in wet heat. It was sudden and he couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan. Genesis apparently did this more than the taller thought, with a skilled tongue he quickly has Sephiroth losing himself in the feeling. He reached down, running a hand through the soft red locks under him and gripping, causing a pleased groan to escape the other that ran right up his spine.
“T-that” He took a deep breath to calm himself, surprised by the stutter. “That feels so good, Genesis~” he purred, gripping the hair tighter and shuddering at the longer groan and the encouraged pick up of pace. “I wonder, can you take more?” Blue eyes glared up at him in challenge before taking him in deeper, swallowing around him with a hum. “Such a good boy~” he praised, looking down at him. “You certainly are earning a reward after this~”
Genesis pulled away, taking a few breaths and clearing his throat. “You can be rougher. We are far from fragile.”
“I believe for this you should work for it on this occasion, though if you would prefer rougher we could arrange a next time.” The silver general smirked, earning himself a second glare before the other went back to his mission, putting more into each brush of his tongue and the bob of his head. The feeling of that tight throat swallowing around him felt amazing and he could feel a tightening in his abdomen warning him that he was getting close. “Are you ready?” Sephiroth asked, his hips jerking a bit and pulling a choking sound from the man below him. He wanted to hear more but he was already too close. When he felt Genesis give a tiny nod, he let himself go.
His release left him breathless, and the red general made sure to get every last drop he offered, helping him through his orgasm. He ran his fingers through the brightening red hair as he let out a pleased sigh, relaxing back onto the couch. After the past stressful days, he had really needed that. Lowering his hand, the taller of the two cupped the other’s chin and used it to lead him so that they were face to face and gently pulled him into his lap. “That certainly worked.” his deep voice purred as he looked over the flushed face in front of him before leaning close and giving the now plump lips a gentle kiss.
Genesis gave a small kiss back before he pulled away, choosing instead to rest his forehead on Sephiroth’s shoulder, breath slowly evening out as those long fingers gently ran through his hair. “Did I earn my reward, Hero?” He asked quietly.
“I believe you did.” Sephiroth said into his ear, running his hand from the hair and down the red leather coat to rest it on the other’s hip. “Sit, and I will repay you as best as I can.”