The Heat of Battle, Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core(Angeal/Genesis) Title: The Heat of Battle Author: shimyaku Rating: NC17 Warnings: dirty dirty mansex, damnable attempts at humour Word count: 1450ish Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, Angeal/Genesis: Battlefield sex – That was intense. Summary: Angeal surveys the battlefield before him, a strange feeling creeping over his skin... A/N: Somehow this ended up a trifle crack... My apologies.
Angeal let his sword cut down into the solid earth as he turned to face the battlefield, surveying the surrounding area with the expected aptitude of a well-versed SOLDIER - as, of course, he was. Chaos seemed to spread from under his feet as he looked out from the raised ground where he stood, nothing but the blasts of Blizzara's, angered bodies, muddied skin, the stench of still-warm blood... as far as the eye could see. Yet somehow, in some strange and corrupted way, this atmosphere felt right, like it was where he was meant to be. It felt familiar, and predictable.
Suddenly, however, there came a twist to this familiarity. Something that was not in it's right place. A feeling creeping over his skin, over his stomach...
The SOLDIER grabbed the hand before it could crawl any further, lifting it away from his body before turning to look the perpetrator in the eye.
"Aha! You caught me!" Genesis giggled like a child, obviously unacquainted with the phrase 'caught with your hand in the cookie jar'.
The ebony-haired man scowled at the other's attitude. "What do you think you are doing? You should be out amongst the rest of your troupes."
"Oh, don't worry, I have been! They're doing as well as expected... But they're really no fun, Angeal, they're all so serious! Such big frowns on their faces!" The brunette let a finger trace the similarly harsh line of Angeal's thinned out lips. "But you, at least, I know how you like to have a little fun. You'll play with me a bit, won't you Angeal?"
If it was possible, the larger man scowled even more deeply, watching accusingly as that uncontrollable hand found it's way to his stomach once more. Then to his hips. And his waistband. The zipper...
"I thought this was the middle of the Wutai War," he ground out between his teeth.
Genesis laughed as he halted his movements a moment, moving behind his friend and resting his head on his shoulder. He looked out onto the field with an air of expertly-feigned amazement. "Well, would you look at that - so it is!"
"Genesis! Now is hardly the time!"
Irritatingly enough, he seemed not to notice the scolding he was receiving.
"Whatever do you mean?" the brunette sing-songed, "It's always time! Not to mention... it's you and me, Angeal. Bred for war. It's only fitting that we should indulge in the hype." His hand slid down over the bulge of other's cock, rubbing teasingly over the fabric. "See, you're already half-hard. I knew you would be. It's the nature of the beast with you and I, to be turned on by something so ruthless and cold-blooded."
Angeal screwed his eyes shut as the other man pushed against him suddenly, letting him feel the hardened need straining within his leathers. And no guesswork was needed to tell that Genesis was already fully erect, the evidence was there quite clearly against his backside, and in the heated breath that cascaded over his neck... yes, there it was. That tantalizingly heady musk. The brunette always seemed to have this particular scent about him when he was especially aroused, he really couldn't explain it - only that it drove him mad with want at the smallest whiff of it, it was so simply intoxicating. Or maybe that was just simply how Genesis was - he didn't really care to think.
Seemingly his cause was hopeless. There was no other way around it now - he only hoped no one was looking.
The dark-haired soldier thrust his hips back in silent acquiescence, immediately receiving an amused response.
"So glad you've seen the light, schnookums. Now, shall we go find a trench, or would you prefer right here?"
Angeal grumbled. "Trench. Less conspicuous."
"Outstanding!"
As predicted, Genesis wasted no time in dragging his companion to a nearby trench - perchance he had picked it in advance, as it was close enough to overhear the full effect of the ongoing warfare, yet just far enough that they wouldn't be surprised by any Fira offshoots. Angeal at least, was glad of that fact. Yet not so glad was he once he was pulled down into the trench, mud immediately splashing up his boots. He glared at the other.
"Oh, don't be such a spoil sport," chimed the brunette, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "I don't mean for us to get completely naked, and just think that once we're done it'll look like you've been hard at work. Besides, they say mud is good for the skin, you know? It's a win-win situation, Angeal, and you know I like to win..."
The larger man didn't even have time to grunt in acknowledgement before he was suddenly pushed against one side of the furrow, Genesis lips sucking the very breath out of him, tongue delving into his mouth and seeking out every crevice. Hands were already at the fastenings of his pants, undoing them in all haste, deft fingers pulling his cock from it's confines. It took but a moment for him to gather his bearings however, and he soon had the slighter man at his mercy, switching their positions against the 'wall' and bringing his knee between the brunette's thighs, massaging his covered, but not so hidden, arousal.
"Don't you dare tease me, Hewley. I want it fast and hard, I want it so rough my screams will drown out every fucking Firaga out there on the field."
Angeal groaned at the need-filled words. Granted the other had probably been practising, but that didn't make them any less of a turn-on to hear. So it was without hesitation that he lowered his hands to Genesis' waistband, popping the buttons and jerking the leather pants down to his knees. His fingers indulgently travelled over the faultless skin, briefly grasping his cock before slipping between his legs, fingertips probing something solid and certainly unanticipated...
"You've had a plug in all this time? Horny bastard, no wonder you were so hard."
"All for the fun of it, my dear." The brunette gasped as the other man jostled the plastic, his body instinctively pushing back against it. "And I like to be prepared - I'm the perfect girl scout don't you know?"
Angeal purred, "You're shameless, is what you are."
"And you fucking love it."
Both men elicited near-feral moans as the dark-haired man finally tore the plug from Genesis body, replacing it violently with his own length not a moment later. He hissed at the sudden tightness that surrounded him, taking a heaving breath before starting his hips at a thorough pace. The brunette had asked for this, fast and hard, and he wouldn't be one to deny him - not that he could even if he wanted to; he was so hard up from this whole spontaneous occurrence, there was really only one way out of it from here.
"Harder you brute!" Genesis growled demandingly, bucking his hips up erratically in attempt to force himself harder onto the other's thickness.
"You're not helping," came the frustrated response, and Angeal abruptly unpinned the brunette from the side of the trench, flinging them both to the muddy floor and grasping onto the smaller man's hips. Balancing himself as quickly as possible, he began pulling Genesis body onto his own, thrusting himself forward at the apex of each movement. Genesis yelled out.
"Fucking yes! Right there!"
As the harsh rhythm continued, Genesis reached down to palm his own cock, rapidly stroking it's length as his breaths became shorter, and his cries louder. The ground seemed to shake under them temporarily, and without warning a brief shower of dirt rained down upon their bodies, though neither even stopped to take notice - the consequences of rutting during warfare were many, yet they hardly seemed important just then.
"Oh fu-- I'm gonna--"
Throwing his head back into the ground, the brunette's body arched up as his release washed over him, spots of white dotting his already soiled coat. Angeal groaned in earnest as the other's body tightened and pulsed around his flesh, his own seed spilling inside that tight heat, and sending tremors of pleasure up his spine. His hands suddenly landed on the ground beside Genesis as he moved to stop his inevitable fall, and his eyes fell shut as he tried to avoid the momentary want to pass out.
"Fuck."
Angeal opened his eyes again to look down at a still very flushed Genesis, his clothes and skin spattered with mud and dirt and other things.
He grinned, eyes hazed with pleasure. "Mm, that was intense. We should do it again sometime."
"Next time I'm in the middle of a war zone, I'll give you a call."
"That's the spirit. I knew I liked you for good reason."