guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-07-31 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: cc, author: guiltyred |
Never Enough, Final Fantasy VII: CC (Sephiroth/Genesis)
Title: Never Enough
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: R
Warnings: none, really
Word count: 723
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Sephiroth/Genesis: hatesex – You are such a bitch!
Summary: Emotions bared like fangs, two men duel on more than one stage.
A/N: Another late offering, for the 27th! And for some reason they refused to actually have sex, though I suspect it won’t be long now.
Genesis launced gouts of fire, one after the other as if to burn his anger out through sheer repetition. His eyes glowed with mako-charged fury, and right now all of that rage had only one target.
Fortunately for Sephiroth, he was a very quickly moving target. Unfortunately, Genesis’ rage was contagious: Sephiroth felt his own cool rapidly evaporating under the onslaught. “Enough!” he shouted against the simulated windstorm that wrapped fire around him like the hand of a god.
“Never enough!” Genesis yelled back. “It’s never fucking enough!”
Twisting through the flames, Sephiroth dropped lower, aiming for the smaller man.
The two collided hard enough to dent the simcast floor.
Genesis struggled to force the other back, to no avail: sheer mass and greater strength proved too great a challenge. As he skidded back into the wall, Genesis’ glare was pure poison. “Bastard!”
Sephiroth pinned Genesis easily, held him against the wall and leaned in until they were nose to nose. “Most likely,” he quipped. “Why do you care?”
Genesis snorted an unhappy laugh. “Mister Perfect,” he snarled. “Why can’t I be you?”
Sephiroth frowned, surprised at this question and not sure how to reply. “Why would you want to?”
“Come on, everyone wants to be Sephiroth,” Genesis answered darkly. “You’re somebody, a hero. You get everything you want, handed to you.”
“You have Angeal,” Sephiroth countered, fairly certain that his impressions of their relationship were accurate. “That’s more than I’ll ever have.”
Genesis looked away. “Please. Do you expect me to believe that? You could have anybody – even Angeal.”
“But, I don’t,” Sephiroth said quietly. “And I don’t understand why you’re angry.”
“Angry?” Genesis gave a cold laugh. “Angry? No, this transcends anger, Sephiroth. Right now, I hate you with everything I am, because you are perfect and I…I am a failure, again.”
Sephiroth blinked and released his hold. “You…hate me?”
Genesis glanced anywhere but at him. “Well…yes and no. I hate what you are, what they made you and denied to me.” Genesis met Sephiroth’s uncertain gaze in a blaze of mako. If I could just be you, I wouldn’t have to want what can never be mine.”
Lunging forward, Genesis grappled Sephiroth about the neck, lifting himself up to press a bruising kiss to the other man’s mouth.
Startled, Sephiroth made no move.
Genesis released his hold and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth with a grimace. “Didn’t think so.”
Faster than thought, Sephiroth grabbed Genesis and slammed him back into the wall again. He pressed against him, holding him immobile; slowly as a predator savoring the kill, Sephiroth leaned down and returned the kiss with enough pressure to draw blood.
Genesis tasted copper as his lip scraped against his teeth. He tried to move, to push the other man away, but Sephiroth gave him no leeway.
After a few breathless seconds, Sephiroth released both hold and kiss. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Bitch!” Genesis growled, spitting blood.
“I thought I was a bastard.”
Genesis glared at him. “What do you want, then?”
“I…don’t know,” Sephiroth said quietly. “I’ve never… That’s why I admire what you and Angeal have, it’s something that’s beyond me.”
Genesis took this in with some difficulty. “You mean, you’ve – you’re – you never?”
Sephiroth shrugged. “Too busy being perfect, I guess.”
Genesis sagged to the floor as his rage flared out and cooled to embers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You’re my friend, I should never…”
“Never have come at me with so much fire?” Sephiroth offered. “Apology accepted.”
“You know what I mean,” Genesis murmured.
“Don’t apologize,” Sephiroth said gently, offering Genesis a hand up. “If I always get what I want, that means you have to teach me how to kiss.”
Genesis considered this, then accepted the hand with a grin. “That’s a challenge I’ll happily take, though I doubt that Angeal will want to play referee.”
“I don’t mind if he does,” Sephiroth said with an almost shy smile.
Genesis gave him a mock scowl. “Learn the basics first; then we can talk about a three-way…”