shortfic: Habits (FF7CC, SGS)
Pairing: Sephiroth/Genesis (and vice versaG side is SG and S side is GS)
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Square Enix.
Summary: Of the post-coital kind.
by Renata Lord (snowlight)
As Sephiroth found out very early on, Genesis abhorred all forms of body contact after sex.
They were in an abandoned corridor, hidden away from the sun and the world. Genesis, writhing against the rough wall, had just came all over his hand. He took some pains to clean himself up, then offered the same to Genesis. It was an innocent touch, nothing more than a fingertip that brushed against an exposed shoulder.
and he saw Genesis shudder. The other man practically fled from him, eyes suddenly alert and blazing.
Sephiroth looked down at his hands. The scent of sex still lingered there on the leather gloves. Even him couldn't help but feeling insulted somehow.
On the other side of the corridor, Genesis drew up both hands in a gesture of truce.
“I see that,” he replied a little more coldly than he intended to.
Genesis opened his mouth but in the end said nothing. Instead, he quietly reached down and picked up the rumpled red coat from the floor.
Leaning against the wall, Sephiroth watched him dressing in the dim light.
“You are giving me that look again, aren’t you.”
Sephiroth’s assertion came out in a half-yawn. Lying comfortably on the bed, he was on the verge of drifting into a sated sleep. The velvet curtains were drawn and the afternoon felt like dusk.
“I enjoy looking at you,” next to him, Genesis grinned innocently, “is that not allowed?”
“Will you stop if I say no?”
The redhead flashed a wide happy smile, “like hell.”
Genesis liked pushing people’s buttons. It was, as Angeal once ruefully surmised, the only way he knew how to deal with actual human contact. Thus when he could find no weakness or imperfection in the Silver General, he was at first surprised, next angered, but finally overcame with an intense fascination.
He took Sephiroth to bed then, to taste his childhood hero in the fullness of flesh. When naked skin slammed against naked skin, Sephiroth smelled like blood frenzied blood that echoed the red liquid racing through his own veins. Yet even when he was brought to the apex of delirium, Sephiroth never made a sound during sex. The most Genesis had ever been able to extract from him were small sighs that died in the pharynx.
Here and now, gazing at that exposed white throat, Genesis wondered if Sephiroth would finally scream, if only he bit down with enough force just like that.
He knew he was bound to find out one day.
Postscript: Yay, my first direct attempt at SGS! I am actually pretty happy with the result, even if it came out edgier than I had planned. But still! ZOMG! SGS! *squee*