guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-07-30 19:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: cc, author: guiltyred |
It’s Not the Size, It’s How You Use It, Final Fantasy VII: CC (Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis)
Title: It’s Not the Size, It’s How You Use It
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: PG13 – suggestive situations
Warnings: None. :3
Word count: 729
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis: weaponkink - Mine's bigger than yours
Summary: Why do men always have to compare sizes?
Sephiroth paused by the training room door, listening.
“Well, we both know it’s a heavy one, Genesis,” Angeal replied. “Only so much a man can do, after all.”
Shaking his head and replaying the overheard convo did nothing to clarify. Sephiroth glowered at the door as if trying to decide whether it were better to simply let this one go.
Then Genesis giggled, a wicked and suggestive sound in itself. “Well, mine’s right where it’s supposed to be. Maybe I could make yours stand up too, what do you think? Do you trust me touching it?”
“Are you sure you know how to handle something this size?” Angeal asked, laughter in his voice.
“Angeal…you know better than to ask me that.”
Open the door? Don’t open the door…?
“Whoa, careful!” Angeal admonished. “Here, wrap your hands around it like this…”
Sephiroth opened the door, though he steadfastly did not look at the room’s occupants. “Gentlemen. I couldn’t help but overhear…”
“Ah, Sephiroth!” Angeal called out, apparently quite happy he’d joined them. “Maybe you’d like to take a turn?”
Sephiroth glanced toward the voice to find SOLDIERs Hewley and Rhapsodos very much dressed, if unarmed. He frowned slightly. “A turn? At what?”
“You were listening, right?” Genesis said, gesturing toward Angeal. “Apparently our friend has something to prove. He thinks his is too big for me. You’ve got a long one yourself, maybe you’d fare better with it.”
“I’ve…what?” Clearly, being inside the room did not improve the parse ratio one damn bit. “What are you talking about?”
Angeal shrugged. “Just comparing weapons. What did you think we were talking about?”
Sephiroth considered the terms used and decided that Angeal had done nothing to rule out his original interpretation. “Aren’t we all a little bit past that stage?”
“What’s the matter?” Genesis chided. “Afraid you won’t measure up?”
Angeal studied Sephiroth carefully. “You know, Genesis, he might have the same problem I’m having, if for different reasons.”
Sephiroth blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“Mine may be heavy, but we all know yours is long as hell,” Angeal explained. “Mine won’t stand straight due to weight ratio. Yours would probably keel over from sheer overextension.”
“Well, only one way to find out,” Genesis said with an evil smirk. He strode toward Sephiroth, hand reaching out and down.
“Whoa!” Sephiroth flinched away. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Genesis looked at him oddly, then shrugged. “Okay, you take it out.”
“Don’t rush him,” Angeal warned. “Sephiroth, when you’re ready, just plant it in that bucket of sand over there.”
Bucket? Sand? What in the deuce? Sephiroth followed Angeal’s gesture to see two swords point-down in a large bucket of sand: Genesis’ blade stood firmly erect while Angeal’s listed heavily to the side. “Oh… Oh! Comparing weapons! I see now…”
“What did you think we were doing?” Genesis asked.
“Comparing ‘weapons’,” Sephiroth replied, drawing Masamune and striding toward the bucket.
Genesis looked at Angeal and made a little circle next to his head with one finger.
Two can play that game – or in this case, three, Sephiroth thought to himself as he slowly sank the blade into the sand. He studied the balance of it, then adjusted it delicately. “There. It just needs a firm hand, as Genesis no doubt understands, considering his most visible success. Angeal, may I?”
“By all means!”
Sephiroth trailed his fingers over the hilt of the massive sword, then gripped it firmly. “My, it is heavy. But I’m sure you’ve been hefting it since puberty, haven’t you?”
“As often as possible,” Angeal replied with a grin.
“You have to make the weight work for you,” Sephiroth explained, gently tugging the sword into an upright position. “When the big ones stand proudly, the effect is stunning.”
Genesis stared, open-mouthed. “What are you two talking about?”
“What do you think we’re talking about?” Sephiroth answered with a leer.
“I’m…not so sure anymore,” Genesis said with a worried glance toward Angeal.
Angeal looked from one man to the other, then back at the three swords. With Sephiroth’s help, all three blades now stood neatly erect within the bucket of sand. He pondered a moment, then burst out laughing. “My friends, I think we should move this discussion to another venue. It could be the start of a very interesting evening…”