|joudama (stopthatgirl7) wrote in areyougame,|
@ 2008-10-31 01:12:00
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|Entry tags:||*final fantasy vii: cc, author: stopthatgirl7|
"Follow the Leader," Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Angeal/Genesis
Title: Follow the Leader
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Rating: worksafe aside from...
Warnings: Lots of badwerdz! XD Also hints of m/m.
Word count: 1093
Summary: Angeal wishes he had never let Genesis have the keys when they 'appropriated' that Wutai transport vehicle.
A/N: This is a sequel. I didn't plan for it to be when I grabbed the prompt, but then it hit me so hard when walking home. So, yeah, this is a sequel to "The Scorched Earth Policy," which was written for the last round of kinkfest. The main thing you need to know is that in SEP nineteenish-year-old Sephiroth got pissed at Genesis being a passive-aggressive bitch and got his own brand of bitch drama queen on in retaliation. ...This, of course, means war.
Prompt: Angeal/Genesis: "Fearless" Driving - Genesis: "I didn't feel like stopping, so I didn't."
"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" Angeal yelled. "Oh, gods, I'm going to die."
"Oh, shut up, you baby," Genesis said, his eyes all but glowing with excitement--No, that's insanity, a voice in Angeal's head corrected--as he drove.
"Gen, stop the car and let me out. I'll walk," Angeal said with a moan. "I'm serious! Stop and let me out!"
"I don't feel like stopping," Genesis said, glaring. "What I feel like doing is catching up to Sephiroth and kicking his prissy, pants-stealing ass from here into next week. Besides, he drove from Gingseng halfway to Daerimmun without stopping."
"Because our brakes had exploded!" Angeal yelled, gripping tightly at the safety bar over the window. "He didn't have a choice! And you have pants now, so can't you--oh, fuck, Gen, there's a--it's a whole row of--what are you--SHIT, LOOK OUT!!"
The appropriated Wutai truck gave a sickening lurch as Genesis swerved abruptly, not once lifting his foot off the gas.
Angeal stared at Genesis, his jaw hanging open. "You almost ran over a row of tonberries!"
"Pfft, we missed those tonberries by a good three centimeters," he said, rolling his eyes. "They shouldn't have been crossing the road anyway."
"Oh, shit, those things are going to track us down and kill us. If you don't kill us first," he moaned. Tonberries were prickly things, and they had long memories. And didn't mind taking their time hunting you down before they stabbed you to death with butcher knives.
"Oh, like you can't take care of a tonberry or two."
"More like ten!"
"When did you get to be so uptight? It can't be good for you," Genesis said, looking over with a raised eyebrow and exaggeratedly concerned expression. "I don't think you've stopping whining the whole time."
Angeal really wanted Genesis to keep his eyes on the damned road, especially when they were going so fast the needle had stopped moving on the odometer. "Genesis, I swear on Minerva's spear, if you slow down, I will do whatever you want. I don't care what it is. I will do it. But please stop driving like a mad man!"
Genesis looked contemplative for a minute as he whipped them full speed through a turn, Genesis' feet all but jumping from one pedal to another as he shifted gears and worked the truck through a drift. "I want a blow job."
"Done. Now slow this becursed car DOWN!" he yelled.
"I want the blow job first," Genesis said, and the look on his face was one of unholy glee.
"What?" he said, not understanding. How under the Heavens was Gen expecting to get a blowjob before-- Suddenly, he understood, and he could feel all the blood draining out of his face.
It took him awhile, but Angeal finally managed to make his mouth move properly instead of hanging open in stunned horror. "WHAT?! NOW?!"
"Yes!" Genesis said, grinning cheerfully, shifting gears and bearing down more, somehow, on the gas.
"NO!" Angeal yelled, wondering if Genesis really had finally snapped. "Are you out of your mind?!"
Almost instantly, Genesis's lower lip came out. "But you promised!"
"Genesis, I am NOT dying with my mouth wrapped around your dick! NO!" he yelled, not quite sure how in Hel's name he had come to be having a conversation where that sentence would ever have needed to come out of his mouth. The very thought of dying like that, and worse, of the ShinRa people stammering out the details to his mother, because she would worm it out of them...
"By the gods, you are such a baby," Genesis said, shaking his head as a panicked chocobo dove and practically rolled into a ditch as they passed.
A long moment passed with neither of them speaking, Genesis pouting as he aimed the transport truck offroad between a tree and a large rock rather than take a curve, and Angeal clutching his seat so tightly he was surprised it hadn't ripped yet.
"You really do need to relax," Genesis said after a long while, when they were back on the actual road, and Angeal didn't trust that speculative look in Gen's eyes one little bit.
"You want me to relax? Slow the fuck down!" Angeal yelled.
"And let Sephiroth get further away?" Genesis said, eyes narrowing. "Not a chance," he growled, and tried to push down more on the gas. But the pedal was already touching the floor and couldn't go any further, which made Genesis growl again.
Angeal thought to himself that it was a shame he was going to die without getting to see his mother again, and...and there was a hand on his crotch that most decidedly wasn't his, trying to worm its way into his pants.
"HANDS OFF MY CROTCH AND ON THE WHEEL!" Angeal yelled, and he was honestly a little shocked at how high-pitched his voice had gone. It hadn't hit a register like that since he was thirteen.
Genesis let out an annoyed sigh. "You have no sense of adventure," he said with a pout, pulling his hand back and thankfully putting it back on the clutch.
"You're right! I don't! My good sense beat it into a pulp! And good sense says for you to slow this fucking car down!"
"Oh, hey, look! There's a whole row of Wutai soliders up there!" Genesis said, ignoring him, and there was something frighteningly gleeful in how he said it. "Think I can take them all out before they realize we're ShinRa?"
"Oh fuck," Angeal said, and shut his eyes.
Angeal had never before kissed the ground, but as soon as he was out of the truck, he was on his hands and knees, and had his lips on the dirt. "Blessed Carbuncle, thank you for not letting me die," he moaned.
"You whiner," Genesis said, rolling his eyes.
Angeal ignored him and looked up at Sephiroth, who was staring somewhat wide-eyed at Angeal kissing the ground. And at the random limb that seemed to be stuck in the front grate of the truck.
Angeal just glared at him--this was all Sephiroth's fault, after all, for provoking Genesis like he had. And for leaving him to deal with Gen. "Seph, next time," he said, still on his hands and knees, "If you take off like that, you take me with you, you fucking bastard. By the gods, I thought I was gonna die!"
He kissed the ground again, and swore he was never letting Genesis drive ever the fuck again.
A/N pt 2: *buries face in hands* There is an omake for this. And there is no excuse for the omake save my brain is weird. Read at your own peril.