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It'd suck to be Genesis... :X

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There was a spring in his step.

Genesis' sexy-ass strut was truly something to behold today. Women would fall at his feet! SOLDIERs would offer their PHS numbers! Cadets would swoon!

He was happy, very much so. There was a cocky, self-important air about him, even more so than on normal days.

He had a mission. A Goddess-sent mission! A mission to shape his destiny!

Oooh, Sephiroth simply had to hear this.

Genesis quickly strode through the building, leaving a trail of utter destruction behind him. He had flashed a passing lab attendant a smirk, and she had wheeled a cart full of sharp instruments down a flight of stairs. He had given his hair a flip as he walked by a Cadet; they had tripped over their own feet and caused a pathetic domino effect of individuals falling over.

He wouldn't be able to resist, if this was any indication!

He knocked on Sephiroth's office door once and swung it open happily. The man was on the phone; he politely excused himself and put it down daintily. He flashed one of his trademark gorgeous grins and looked at him, interested.

So the General sensed his jubilation! Smart man, Sephiroth.

"Hello Sephiroth," Genesis said. He didn't bother sitting in a chair; he leaned right over it in the General's face.

Sephiroth stared back, unimpressed. Genesis backed off, glancing at the clock. "It's late," he said, grinning. "Dinner? My treat."

The man's mouth almost fell open. Really, was his treating someone to dinner so surprising?

He didn't care! Visions from earlier that day assaulted him, and his mood shot back up.

"I accept," Sephiroth said, mouth twisting in thought. "Let me make a call, first…"

Genesis nodded, going to spend some of his nervous energy in the hallway where no one could see him fidgit.

Sephiroth had the patience of a saint. It was infuriating.

Throughout dinner he had been waiting for those words: "What's got you all excited, Genesis?"; "Gen, 'Sup?"

But Sephiroth had been silent, content to order the most expensive thing on the menu and eating as if it was his last meal.

Their conversation became a business one without either of them really realizing it. Genesis changed the subject obviously when he discovered they had—was SOLDIER anything to talk about between friends, really?

"You're going to bring more home, fatass?" Genesis asked, pointing a slender finger at the lavish take-out box of leftovers under Sephiroth's arm. They left after Genesis had paid the ridiculous bill.

"'S favorite food," Sephiroth mumbled absently, sticking a hand into his pocket.

Genesis' metaphorical ears perked. "Whose?"

Sephiroth twitched. "Mine," he said unsurely after a minute.

Genesis would've loved to push the General further, as what he just said was obvious crap, but this whole trip wasn't about Sephiroth.

After a quick walk back to HQ Genesis got sick and tired of hinting to the other man.

"Ask me why I'm in such a lovely mood today," Genesis asked, staring at the man happily, a smile forming on his face.

"I hadn't noticed," the other man said dryly. "Why are you in such a lovely mood, Genesis?"

"I'm glad you asked," Genesis said, flipping his hair. "Well, after I woke up this morning I discovered that my slippers were softer than usual."

"Oh?" Sephiroth asked, bored.

"Yes. Not only that, but my morning piss was fourteen seconds longer than usual."

"Mmm," Sephiroth grunted. "So?"

"So," Genesis said, trailing behind the other man. "They were omens. I'm sure of it! And then, this afternoon, when I was observing the Cadets…"

"What?" Sephiroth asked, finally curious. They turned down the hallway that brought them to their apartments.

Genesis sighed, a foolish, bright smile on his face. Sephiroth stopped walking and looked at him with his own small smile.

"Well, most of them are terribly drab, you know? But off in the corner by himself was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen."

A strange emotion flashed on Sephiroth's features before the General looked at him with something like suspicion. Genesis' head was too far up in the clouds to tell.

"…Oh?"

"Yes. You should see him; he has the most gorgeous blue eyes. His and mine met for the briefest of moments Seph, and I knew he'd be mine. He's blonde—his hair's all over the place, but I swear. Gorgeous. He's so small and slender…"

Sephiroth's back was ramrod straight. His hair was practically on end. He said in a dangerous voice, "Oh yeah?"

"He's the one," Genesis said with conviction. He glanced down at himself, ran a hand through his hair and winked at Sephiroth. "Who could resist this? No one else in this place! He'll be mine before the week's through. I can attest to that."

Sephiroth abruptly turned and strode away, saying nothing. Genesis sashayed after him, hips swaying dangerously, grinning.

"I'll look up his schedule myself," he said with authority. "Any idea on how to woo a-"

"Goodnight," Sephiroth forcefully interrupted. He was somehow inside his apartment, door ajar. He stared at him, eyes fierce.

Genesis paused, confused. He smiled as he remembered something. "I forgot my underwear in here last week," he said as Sephiroth's eyes flashed with confusion for a brief moment, "I'm coming in to get them."

He took a step forward, but Sephiroth didn't move.

"Go home," he hissed, trying to keep his voice quiet.

Then, a tiny, sleepy voice called from inside, "…Sephiroth?"

Sephiroth froze, as stiff as a board. Genesis' eyes lit up.

"…Oh. My. Goddess," Genesis breathed, convinced Sephiroth had a hooker.

Sephiroth has a hooker!

Sephiroth turned, forgetting about him. With immense care to be quiet, Sephiroth yanked off his boots in one fluid motion, placed the takeout box on a table and padded into the living room with socked feet. Genesis followed nosily, disregarding the General's request for him to 'go home.'

"Why are you still up?" Sephiroth said in the quietest, most loving tone Genesis had ever heard. He leant over the back of the couch and looked down.

Whoever it was sighed happily and two very male arms appeared, wrapping around the man's neck. Genesis inwardly shrieked, wishing Angeal or the Puppy were here.

"I waited for you," the boy sighed. He had a pretty, musical voice. The boy with the gorgeous blue eyes, Genesis thought, surely had a voice like that. "Didn't feel right going to sleep without you here on a Friday…"

Sephiroth bent lower to give the boy a light kiss, then turned his head to look around.

"Genesis," he said, straightening. The hands slid from his neck to the man's rear as he did this. They dug in in suddenly, and Genesis clearly heard a small gasp of surprise. He had thought Sephiroth had forgotten about him.

"I'd like you to meet Cloud Strife."

Sephiroth hefted the tiny boy up into his arms, a small blanket falling to the ground in the process.

Curious, luminous blue eyes sleepily peered at him, face framed by a dainty set of golden locks. The boy was comfortably resting against Sephiroth's chest, legs wrapped around the man's waist.

Genesis squawked. It was the unpleasant, half-scream noise a pterodactyl would make if you were to startle one, as well has the horrible noise a chocobo makes as it's being strangled or worse. Nevertheless Genesis made it, eyes widening impossibly. His face went slack.

Sephiroth and Cloud glanced at each other, one staring down with greedy pride and the other looking up with confusion.

Genesis let out a whoosh of disbelieving air and said loudly, "…No!"

"Strife's my lover, Genesis. I thought it would be appropriate to introduce the two of you," Sephiroth said haughtily, eyes aflame with malice and snobbishness and all-knowing-bullshit and evil.

Genesis turned flaming red with embarrassment. "Seriously, Sephiroth? You couldn't have told me?"

"I don't want you near Cloud," Sephiroth commanded, holding Cloud tighter.

Genesis grew even more flustered, spluttering incoherently. Cloud laid a tired and confused head on Sephiroth's shoulder, too tired to understand.

"We're going to bed," Sephiroth announced. "Thank you for dinner." To Cloud he said tenderly, "There's some left. I will put it in the refrigerator."

"Mmm," Cloud hummed, exhausted. "Thank you."

"Go home," Sephiroth said to Genesis, walking away, shifting his precious cargo higher onto his chest. They disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Genesis angry and embarrassed.

"…Shit!" he swore, not knowing what else to say.

He stalked out, slamming the door behind him. Genesis leaned against the closed door, eyes clenched shut.

The Puppy's voice wafted through his skull—Ooooh Genesis! Shut down!

He growled and stood straighter.

This was only a minor setback. He'd find someone better. He would. After all, he was still Commander, he thought himself to be sexy as hell and knew it was true, and he still had his youth.

Adjusting his coat a bit, Genesis strode down the hallway. There was that cute redhead with the tattoos under his eyes…

With his luck, the boy'd be with Tseng or something.

His life sucked.

Sephiroth has a hooker!

Say it ain't so, Sephy. Say it ain't so. Y.Y

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