InsaneJournal

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"My, my, look what we have here," an all to familiar voice stopped him dead on his tracks, and Genesis turned, relaxing his suddenly tense body with a sigh, knowing that no one else had the ability to surprise him like that besides a handful of other First Classes.

And this particular one he knew well enough to have a smirk on his lips by the time their eyes met.

"Little Red Riding Hood with a little bag of necessities," Sephiroth mocked, leaning casually against a tree in nothing but the black standard issue pants he used for sleeping. "Going to the hot spring before the troops wake up, I presume." His lips curved into a smile that somehow managed to be knowing, threatening and teasing at the same time.

Genesis stepped closer, running a fingertip down the silver general's bare chest.

"Little Red Riding Hood, hmm? Why General, what big eyes you have!"

"The better to see you with, my dear."

"I can't believe you actually know this tale!" Genesis' eyes sparkled with barely contained laughter, turning a darkened and a little hazed blue the moment he was grabbed and pushed against the tree Sephiroth had been leaning to.

"A Turk used to read them to me before bedtime," Sephiroth spoke against his lips between quick, wet little kisses. "Want me to show you my lair?"

"But my mother always warned me not to stray from the right path," Genesis batted his eyelashes with sweet, mock innocence, squirming against that hold a little, just enough for show and a breath of the friction they were both seeking.

"She never told you what happens if you do?" Sephiroth purred, tracing one ear with the tip of his tongue.

"No," Genesis breathed, head falling back as Sephiroth's lips ghosted over his neck, his hot breath raising goose bumps on his skin. They have gone too long without this, tongues battling, fingers entwined in hair, hard bodies pressing into each other in a heated embrace for a few stolen moments between performing their duties, making sure they won the damned war for Shinra. With every encounter, they were risking far more than just losing rank.

But some things were definitely worth the risk. 

"What carelessness," Sephiroth chided in the same low, seductive tone, loving the way the redhead's eyelids drooped and his slick tongue darted out to wet suddenly dry lips. "How could you tell if someone wants to have their wicked way with you then?"

His right hand slid under Genesis' shirt, pushing it up, suddenly both of them rather grateful for the lack of their formal combat wear. Sephiroth's fingertips brushed across the smooth skin of his exposed stomach teasingly, and Genesis gave a little jerk, pressing their thighs closer together.

"You mean, like bandits who would try and deflower the young and innocent, Sir?" Genesis asked, voice just a little breathier, still the epitome of innocence. Sephiroth could swear, if the devilish redhead kept up that facade, he was going to need fresh pants soon. The fact that Genesis' hands were already wandering up the back of his thighs wasn't helping much.

"Oh, yes," he hissed as he felt the nails digging into his skin, biting down on the redhead's neck, sucking sharply until Genesis was moaning, arching into him, demanding more while he himself was lavishing attention to Sephiroth's neck.

"What," a bite to the earlobe, "would they do," kisses down the jaw, "to me that I," nibbling on the tendons, "should be made aware of?"

Sephiroth knew his teeth would leave red marks on that soft pale skin but he only bit harder, pressing closer, suddenly wanting to see them mar smooth perfection. He could faintly taste salt and leather, but he could taste Genesis so well, wishing for just one quiet night without missions, meetings, paperwork, just a few spare hours without cameras flashing, Turks watching and weapons clashing.

Genesis' hands were tying into his hair, pulling him into a hard kiss and he ground his hips into that lithe body as their tongues slid against each other and they swallowed each other's moans. He started to tug on the waist of Genesis' pants, but the redhead broke the kiss and put his palm on Sephiroth's chest, keeping him at a distance, making him growl low in the back of his throat.

"I don't think I'm desperate enough to have splinters in my back, thank you," Genesis laughed, a little sly, a little content, but his eyes wanting.

"Well, I considered sneaking under your covers, but you were already gone."

"You worked all night again, didn't you?" Genesis lifted a hand to cup his face, and Sephiroth leaned his head into the touch, the thumb caressing his cheekbone. "You should get some rest."

"I should get more kisses like that. Definitely beats the coffee at the canteen," Sephiroth smirked, leaning closer with his lips parted, but Genesis was suddenly pulling away, slipping out of his embrace like so many times before.

"We better be on our way," he said, gathering his bag that had been discarded somewhere along the way, though none of them could recall when exactly. Then he paused, throwing a wicked smile over his shoulder. "We have half an hour until the waking call, and I expect to be wolfed down, my dear General."