guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in areyougame, @ 2008-07-18 18:29:00 |
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Title: Rock Star
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: PG13
Warnings: snark, some foreshadowing
Word count: 400
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Genesis/Zack: domination – So, you think you are that good, do you?
Summary: What would Genesis do with a helpless puppy?
A/N: Title from the song “Rock Star,” which inspired the mood for this little short.
And Sephiroth. But let’s not talk about him.
I’ve watched you work your way into his trust, into his time and his life and, what – his bed as well? Oh, don’t pretend. It’s unbecoming, and you’re not good at lying.
If you were awake right now, you would be trying that “puppy charm” on me, wouldn’t you? But you won’t wake, not for some hours yet; even Angeal doesn’t know what I put in your drink when you left it unattended during practice. I gave you time to shower and return to your quarters, you should be grateful. Otherwise you’d be sleeping the night away on the floor of the training room, and wouldn’t that be awkward?
You don’t look like much, not now, with your t-shirt rucked up over your belly and underwear askew from your last rollover. Just another hot-shot farmboy trying to take my rightful place at Angeal’s side.
Or at Sephiroth’s – but enough about him.
I’m watching you breathe. Does that knowledge seep into your dreams, making you restless? Do you know how helpless you are?
Does that frighten you?
Curiosity brings me to touch your hair. To my surprise, it’s rather soft; then again, you’d just showered. I swallow against a lump in my throat as I wonder if Angeal has run his fingers through this unruly mane, if it was sun-dry or shower-damp, if he was pulling your mouth to his or pushing your head lower.
I have no proof, of course, and I’m not about to ask Angeal.
I sure as hell won’t be asking you.
You’re not going to take what’s mine, boy. If I wanted to, I could kill you in your sleep – though you’ll never know that, will you? Doesn’t matter. I know that I beat you today, and that is enough.
You will wake sometime in the middle of the night, no doubt with a pounding head and a sour stomach. You’ll probably blame something you ate and never suspect your drink.
Don’t worry, I won’t do this again. I won’t have to. I know that I have spared your life this night, and even though you won’t understand you are now in my debt. I’ll call for payment when the time suits me.
And believe me, you will pay.