I hear your 'Chaos! Why are you updating, we don't want this chapter yet! It's far too early!' and I say, IT'S GEORGIE'S BIRTHDAY, and... as I've been too busy doing things to write, everyone can have this instead! Yaaay~

I really didn't expect this chapter to grow so much... lulz

Surrender

Genesis had become a regular feature in Sephiroth's life. Visits were no longer periodic and unexpected, but neither were they clockworked to precision. He would come during the day, stay to distract Sephiroth from his projects and then float off back to work. Sometimes he would return afterwards, more or less still in his costume – he spared a moment to slide into some jeans – if it wasn't getting too late.

Over the week that had passed, Sephiroth had been able to pattern the rhythm of the redhead's life. It gave him some insight; some security that a creature so renowned for volatility (like many predators) could be predictable with a little observation. Genesis tended to get shorter in temper, more distant when he was coming close to the end of his 'cycle' (as Sephiroth had coined the euphemism). It was less unsettling to call it that than acknowledging that the man was craving the taste, the life, of another and needed it to survive.

And although any observing eye would say they were close, there were no grounds on which Sephiroth could feel jealous. But he did. His possessive nature resented the fact that Genesis relied on others, and that one thing he needed more than anything else, Sephiroth could not provide.

With a frustrated sigh, Sephiroth slung the book that he had been reading under the cushion on the sofa. The last thing he wanted was for Genesis to find that he had been researching on his species, from a children's book of all things. Even the librarian had given him a strange look when he took it to the desk. With no child with him, it must've raised some interesting questions. But Sephiroth preferred the simplicity of the information that the book presented, not at all overly complicated by contextual information on the cultures from which the myth sprang. He did wonder, however, just how true it all was anyway; because a myth, vampires certainly were not.

A glance at the clock said it was coming up to six. He could hear the low hum of the fan in the oven from the other side of the room and vaguely wondered when his dinner would finish cooking, or at least when Genesis would be likely to show up. It felt strange to eat when Genesis was just sat there. A few times, he had seen envy in those blue eyes. Upon questioning it, the redhead had openly admitted that despite their super-enhanced senses, vampires could not taste food or drink, so Sephiroth had attempted to change his daily routine to prevent upsetting the other. Getting up early, as usual, he would dive straight into his work in order to have some free time to spend with Genesis when he arrived.

Usually, they would go out. Taken anywhere their fancy led them to in the town. Going anywhere near the Cirque was unspoken, forbidden, more than just for reasons of Sephiroth's safety, but because Genesis wanted to distance himself from that place – that life. Perhaps just to make believe he was normal again. Though, Sephiroth occasionally got the feeling that it was something else: something like Genesis wanted to keep who he was, and who he was with Sephiroth, different. They were two very different people and, in the space of a week, the time he spent in company of the latter was leaving him thirsting for more.

Knowing that feeling; knowing it well, Sephiroth laid his head back on the sofa and sighed again. This relationship was like a dance. Initially, it had been Genesis making the moves only to be rejected (and it was this rejection that led to Sephiroth still being alive today), but now it was Genesis who was the one to refrain from physical contact, albeit for very different, selfless motives. Sephiroth didn't want to pressure the redhead into anything: it just didn't feel right, like he wasn't respecting the man's wishes. When Genesis had trusted him with an almost self-destructive secret, he owed that much to him.

It just left him in an interesting predicament; not one he was at all accustomed to experiencing. Usually, Sephiroth relieved sexual tension by directness or visiting such places as the Cirque but to do so now would betray more than just Genesis; his own heart. He felt something like no other towards that man, a love he had already admitted, but never proclaimed. If it was really needed. He was the first rabbit to long to lay with the wolf.

A quiet scratching came from the front door. Sephiroth turned just in time to see it swing open and Genesis slide his set of keys back into the pocket of his jeans. Immediately, he was on his feet, walking over to the newcomer and quickly brushing lips to a cold cheek; it was as freezing as the wind outside but would soon warm to room temperature. Sephiroth often wondered if his touch, the heat of his life, burned.

"Evening to you too," Genesis smiled as he unbuttoned his coat. Sephiroth pulled away to take it from broad shoulders and hang it. He had given Genesis his own coat hook, a fact that made a sweet little smile grace that face as he leant forwards to return a gentle kiss as greeting. "How are you this evening?"

"I'm good," Sephiroth replied and strolled back into the room; with one glance checking that the book was concealed behind the pillow on the side he sat on. "Yourself?"

"Great, despite Lazard's little episode this afternoon." Hands in his pockets, Genesis came closer, but leant on the back of the sofa.

"Oh?"

"He still thinks it improper that I see you, despite my… lifted spirits? So, I took the night off, without permission."

"Won't he be—?"

Genesis glanced at him, smirking. "After last night, they can do without me for a little while. Besides, tenth night I've had off in one hundred and eighty years? I think I'm doing rather well."

Smiling, Sephiroth wandered back into the kitchen. Habit dictated that he fetch a glass of water for the redhead, who always drank, though it seemed to have no purpose. "How's work going?"

"Me?" Genesis chuckled. "Always the same, my work. The Cirque, however… the individual rooms are looking good. They've actually finished the first. It's not too bad, but not my taste."

"That's because it's not your room, is it?"

Genesis clasped his hands together. Either intentionally or no, Sephiroth's gaze flashed momentarily to them, white against the black of his trousers; trousers that gripped so tightly around his thighs. He quickly covered up the slip, returning to the sink.

"Yes, but I worry what you've designed for me. Why won't you let me see the plans?"

Sephiroth turned around, and found the other now leaning against the other plinth of the kitchen worktop; a hand raised, he inspected his nails nonchalantly.

"Perhaps I want it to be a surprise."

"I'm not a fan of surprises, Sephiroth." He accepted the glass offered to him and took a mouthful. Unlike those few occasions when they had shared a bottle of wine, he didn't grimace – perhaps because there was no taste to water to lament the loss of.

Genesis inhaled deeply, lowering his drink to rest on the worktop at his side. "Hmm, something smells delicious."

"I'm sorry, I didn't cook enough for two," he said, even though cooking for Genesis would just result in wasted food. A courtesy he would give if only he knew it was desired – if he knew it was something that enhanced the man's sense of escapism from himself, he would only be too glad to help. But when he caught a glimpse of the darkly amused twist to Genesis' features, it wasn't escapism that was being sought.

He stepped forwards slowly, boots clacking sharply on the laminate floor to come to a sudden stop only inches away. Sephiroth's heart sped but it was unclear how much was his own reaction and what was inspired by the redhead's… skills. First a slender finger pressed lightly against his collarbone, azure focused there. And then, as the finger drifted downwards, those eyes raised. Sephiroth shuddered into the touch, earning a deeper smirk. "And who said I was talking about the food?"

In another context, he might have been uncomfortable by the covertly threatening words, or pleased that Genesis felt secure enough to tease and play and flood every moment possible with the cocksure confidence that he had exhibited during their first few meetings, if only Sephiroth wasn't so distracted by the man himself. Such sensuality, so heavy on his mind that he all but forgot the dangers – briefly wondering if this was what it felt for their victims lured from the patrons; how they kept them calm, controllable and consenting.

Genesis' smirk softened and he stood back. "You know, that wouldn't happen so easily if you weren't already interested."

Taking a deep breath, and finding it cleared the headiness – though not all of it - Sephiroth shook his head chuckling. "And that comes as a surprise to you?"

"Not at all. But it's fun playing with you."

Sephiroth frowned and took a step back. Sometimes, it was easy to see how dangerous Genesis' species was; how dangerous he was. But then, it wasn't meant in malevolence, the man had made that much clear in that little talk that felt like a lifetime ago now. He was just playing. Playing because he had no experience of spending time with mortals other than when he was feeding from them. Or 'entertaining himself', as he openly termed those other occasions. Shaking his head, Sephiroth offered a little smile forth. It just took some getting used to, that was all.

"You better take whatever it is you're cooking out of the oven, it's just about to burn."

Immediately, he lunged towards the oven, grabbing the mitt in the process. Silently, Genesis wandered back off to the sofa, content with his water.

Minutes later, Sephiroth joined him, dinner on a tray in his hands. He contemplated turning on the TV, but presumed that Genesis would only be too willing to converse with him to fill the void. So far, topics had ranged from literature to the maturing and development of the arts in the country, and little snippets of local history that were too insignificant for the council archives but nonetheless interesting. They were insights into the man's character and attitudes, as well as the culture that moulded him. He spoke as if he was recalling notes from a textbook, or documentary. Living for so long, those early memories were perhaps so distant that they had detached themselves from his conscience, instead forming as a dream that was not completely sure whether it had indeed been dreamed at all.

"Sephiroth," Genesis said, just as he was about to take the first mouthful of food. The redhead shuffled around on the seat to look at him completely. One arm took the heavy plate easily to the table and left it there.

Jade eyes followed the movement in bewilderment, momentarily, before he felt lips pressing to the very corner of his mouth. He turned his head to gain a full contact; left hand briefly skimming through bright auburn hair. He had full control over himself again, showing that this was genuine affection… lust… whatever they had, there certainly wasn't enough of the latter but he would have to confront that problem later on.

"I just wanted to kiss you before you ruined your taste," the redhead murmured as he pulled away – remaining close enough to imply that he wasn't quite finished.

Sephiroth hummed in question, sliding his palm from the back of Genesis' head to his shoulder.

"The food, it takes something so delectable and taints it with bland." He surged forwards for another kiss, harder this time, though he stayed on his own side of the sofa. But as quickly and as calmly furious as it came, tongues pillaging but not battling, the kiss was finished.

"Now, you better eat before it gets cold."

Sephiroth wasn't quite sure if he could recall the exact point when Genesis had taken the fork from between his fingers and began to feed him. Teasing with all his skill as if he knew what the other had in mind, and this was his subtle way of invitation.

He wasn't quite sure if he could recall when he had accepted the offer, deserting all thought of food, far preferring the cool spice of the redhead's mouth. How long had it been since Genesis had drawn the other's mouth to his by taking the final morsel of food for himself; how long since Sephiroth had pulled that slim figure closer to his, and then onto his lap?

They had shared kisses like this before, but never this slow; never this deep. Hands ran leisurely through hair and over muscles like they had all the time in the world to spare. Genesis was taking the night off, so there was no rush to enjoy each other before the spotlights began calling his name. So passionate, Sephiroth let go of his inhibitions one by one, growing more adventurous in where he put his hands, which had so far alternated between head and hips. He felt the other smirk against his lips, reading the motives of such changes clearly, and how that body reacted accordingly. As he pressed his palms to Genesis' chest, the man groaned, pushing forwards into the warmth. Then, hands on the small of his back, he shivered and formed a curve that Sephiroth couldn't resist tracing.

Sephiroth tilted his head a little further to the left whilst pulling Genesis closer still; lost in the sensation of smooth fabric and flesh cold to the touch and yet somehow not, he only noticed that Genesis was breaking the kiss when the tongue that he had been so ardently toying with simply vanished.

"Seph, are you—"

Returning his right hand to weave back into the other's hair, Sephiroth allowed a slight curve to form across his lips. "I am, Genesis, if you want to."

With a grin the width of his face, Genesis surged forwards again, assaulting his face in hard but fleeting kisses. Hands pressed him back against the sofa, keeping him still for the moment. "I thought – you'd – never – give in," he said between the brief ministrations.

Soon, Genesis lost interest in the action and returned fully to Sephiroth's mouth; no longer needing to coax those lips open for a kiss that ultimately the mortal was reluctant for. He slid both hands down to Sephiroth's chest as the latter's joined either side of his waist, and in a quick tumble of movement, their positions had changed.

Sephiroth couldn't deny the effect that seeing blue eyes staring up at him from a backdrop of fabric had on his body. Genesis smirked as he felt the result of such a sight twitch against his thigh. He waited silently as Sephiroth caught his breath, letting milky fingertips trace his lips without moving. They were slightly reddened, though not as much as an ordinary person's would have been after such a show of fervour.

"When was the last time you fed?" he asked softly.

"Before I left to come here," Genesis replied, frowning, and shuffled in his position as if trying to get comfortable. He pushed Sephiroth up, keeping his torso suspended with a single hand, leaving enough room to bend his other arm back behind his head. Behind the pillow of the left hand side…

Sephiroth cringed as Genesis pulled the book out into the open, glancing at the cover before letting out an amused chuckle. "And what do we have here, Seph? Research?"

"I was… curious. I didn't want to inadvertently offend you again—"

"That's so adorable," Genesis laughed flightily and settled the book onto the coffee table without breaking eye contact. "But, if you want to know something then ask me. Our representation in mortal literature is something like that of a pantomime villain, quite amusing…" the redhead mused with a distant grin. Then he blinked, blue eyes clearing back to the moment. "Lesson number one: vampires are incredibly impatient. Incredibly impatient."

Sephiroth chuckled, nodding and lowering himself back down – with Genesis' allowance – and kissing him slowly, deeply, completely once again. "Incredibly?" And that was when he decided to begin rocking his hips, just slightly at first – enough that the other's reply was a whisper.

"Incredibly."

Genesis moved to the dictated beat fluidly; his expertise as a dancer showing through with the ease of keeping to a set rhythm, but able to throw in added extras that made them both quicken their breath. Or would have, if Genesis did breathe. A twist to the hips; an extended grind where hot met cold so wholly that Sephiroth bucked forwards; the leather on the couch squealed from pressure it wasn't used to. This would be the first time he had ever had intimate company on the sofa, or indeed any room of the apartment that wasn't the bedroom.

Usual encounters with sexual partners were quick, meaningless affairs. Straight to bed and then out the door when Sephiroth actually allowed anyone back. He liked his privacy. He liked knowing that his home was his, and that no one else could try to change that by leaving their sweat on his sheets. But Genesis… The apartment had progressively turned more and more into an empty shell when the redhead wasn't here. As boring as a black velvet box was without its sparkling, priceless contents; except instead of one piece of jewellery, Genesis was handful of precious gems. The ruby of his hair, the colour of the coat he always wore; a red so intertwined with his being that even the mere thought of the colour had Sephiroth bringing the beautiful dancer to mind. The aquamarine of his eyes, bluer than any sky and deeper than an ocean and possessing the fire of an opal just beneath the surface: they were all set in a flawless face of white gold.

"You're sure you're okay with this?" Sephiroth asked quietly. He pulled away and stood, holding his hand out to Genesis when those eyes opened into a frown. It was not concern through the other's thoughts towards sex that he was inquiring of – Genesis had over two centuries of experience on that matter, let alone his overtly sexual existence – rather if he felt in control of himself enough to be able to let all his guards down in being so close to a mortal. Could he trust himself not to become lost in the moment?

The redhead paused for a second, blinking, and perhaps wondering if the question was born from self-preservation instincts or a genuine understanding of the guilt that he would feel should he actually harm Sephiroth. Perhaps a mix of the two. A victim's natural impulses could never been defeated and self-doubt never gave up on their whispers from the shadows of the mind.

"No need to worry about me, Seph, more your furniture. Because if my back isn't against a mattress in the next minute, I'm going to have to pull you back down here." He gestured to his current stage with a single theatrical sweep of his hand. And how utterly entrancing he looked. Tall enough to span the length of the sofa, his legs were only saved from dangling over the arm by the fact that they were bent and spread. One arm across his waist and the other behind his head, Sephiroth traced the exposed flesh of the former like a moonlit pathway, to find the bulge of the man in his tight jeans. He was so perfect. Sephiroth mentally scolded himself for being so stupid as to ever assume he was human.

"Time's still going on, Seph."

They must've made it to the bedroom at the last second, because they hadn't even made it to the bed yet when Genesis turned on him. Sephiroth's clothes morphed into offending items; their very being irritating the redhead to no end. Their kiss grew frantic again and they both worked in unison to rid themselves of the things. Each time they parted, they came together twice as eager. The fact that Genesis didn't just roll over and let Sephiroth win was endlessly refreshing and drove the latter on, searching for the redhead's limit; when he would just mould to every whim.

The room was by no means warm, the window was wide open and the curtains not drawn. Sephiroth could feel goose bumps forming where Genesis' hands stroked him, down the arms at first, then down to the hips to direct him backwards, to collapse back into the bed. But then, without contact, as Genesis remained on his feet and fully clothed, instead of chilled he felt… incomplete.

Blue eyes wandered down, a smirk growing wider and sharper as they did so, from the pretty face framed by silver hair; down a lean but well-built body propped up by elbows, milky and hairless and utterly fantastic (not at all like the others Genesis had had over the years), all the way down to the much darker flesh of Sephiroth's cock as it stood, fully erect and glistening in the light as the man moved from his breathing. As much as Sephiroth wanted the redhead to use the pretty fingers that twitched at his sides, he wasn't all too disappointed when they were given another assignment.

It started slowly at first. Just a simple sway of the hips. Either side so slowly, to a song Sephiroth had never heard, but knew was beautiful. Genesis' eyes slid shut; head tilted back, exposing his long neck down to the collar of his shirt. Sephiroth was already enjoying this show much better than the one given at the Cirque. There were no coloured lights here to cover Genesis' own intentions; no shadows to hide his elated expressions and no other men watching, goading and wishing that they could just drive themselves so deeply into that gently swinging body.

There was no nag of 'how many men had seen this dance?' or anything else that shone a light of promiscuousness on the redhead, just a voice of joy that the dancer was here, performing for him alone – without the thought of money or nourishment driving him on. Here, having him alone and knowing all the things that made Sephiroth's blood boil and have all those hormones that had gone for so long ignored simultaneously sated, stole the last of what he had once called his sanity.

The headiness that enveloped him was like that when Genesis was playing his games, and yet at the same time not. Sephiroth had full control of himself; the only thing stopping him from assuming a more active role was the fact that he didn't want to. He had missed so many of the redhead's performances and… wished to be reacquainted with what had originally caught his eye – whether or not it was simply a hook manually inserted into his mouth or something he had willingly chosen to bite.

Nimble fingers worked away at the tiny buttons that kept the silky black shirt together, revealing inch after inch of pale skin Sephiroth had seen a few times before but had never admired so openly. Flawless; briefly Sephiroth wondered if the assumption he had reached that day so long ago the first time he had met Genesis in his dressing room, that the man was all regulations of no marking during sex was correct, or rather if any marks healed as quickly as the burn on his hand did when he proved himself a vampire.

In a fluid movement, pulling his shoulders back, Genesis' shirt fell to the floor. Cerulean eyes kept focused on Sephiroth's when they were not closed. They were hazy, dark and entrancing enough that it was a struggle to break the contact to watch the entire show. Genesis ran his hands down his sides, exhibiting his slight curves, to the sharp angles of his hips, only interrupted by the leather belt that kept his trousers in place. Palm cupping around his clothed manhood, Genesis gasped and threw his head back; his left hand ran through his hair and it took every ounce of Sephiroth's self control to not grab his own cock and play along.

This was far more than a dance now. Even Genesis wouldn't be so raunchy on stage, far too refined and unobtainable to display himself obviously aroused in front of a crowd of nameless faces. Soon, hands changed to work at the silver buckle to his belt. Slowly, he drew it apart, never having to look down once to check that what he was doing was presentable. Well practised or skilled, it didn't matter when he was finally finished and the button was undone just as sinuously and the zipper drawn down enough to slacken the skin-tight grip the cotton had on his lean thighs and the jeans cascaded to join the shirt at the redhead's feet.

And that was it. Genesis lingered momentarily, completely bare and the light reflected from the pallid tone of his skin gave him a strangely captivating glow. He had muscle, enough to give him shape, but not one single blemish to him. A smirk graced the man's features as he stepped out of the pile of his clothes to approach the bed. He knelt at the foot, brushing his fringe from his face with a flick of his right hand before crawling across and onto Sephiroth without any hint of hesitation, shyness or apprehension.

Immediately, Sephiroth gripped onto Genesis's hips, to bring him down and closer until there was no room left between them, and the tingling sensation of cold skin was all-encompassing. He drifted down to cup the firm curves of the redhead's buttocks, evoking the man to initiate another steady rock to his hips. Pre-come fluids lubricated the movement of their rubbing cocks enough that it was comfortable; both men groaned, Genesis much louder and unrestrained.

Sephiroth flipped their positions, nestling contently between Genesis' legs as they bent to frame his hips. "You're so beautiful," he breathed into Genesis' motionless lips, freeing one hand only to stroke through cinnamon tresses and down the maddening curve of neck and shoulder.

Laughing, Genesis briefly leant up to kiss the other on the cheek. He smoothed silver hair back behind ears when it began to obscure his view of the jade of Sephiroth's eyes and kissed him again. "And not in the mood for foreplay."

"Hmm yes. Condom?"

Genesis blinked slowly, smirking, bemused. "You're hardly going to catch anything from me. A chill, maybe, but that's about it."

"Point taken."

Tearing himself away from the redhead when their bodies fit together so snugly, Sephiroth shuffled up the bed to the small chest of drawers that held his lamp and clock, and in the top drawer located a seldom-used tube of lubricant.

Similarly, Genesis had taken the initiative and settled himself amongst the pillows, under the duvet as if he knew how chilly Sephiroth felt. So close and constantly caressing him, the redhead probably felt the shivers and prickles of hairs standing on end.

After he slid under the covers, Sephiroth made a quick job of slicking his fingers and manhood, eager to sate that craving to feel every aspect that the redhead had yet to give, and claim the vampire for his own. He trailed his hand down, bypassing Genesis' swollen cock, and downwards when Genesis spoke again, quietly.

"I think… I think it would be safer if I turned around."

Sephiroth frowned before catching on and nodding. He hung back enough to let the other roll onto his front. As the duvet covered them, he couldn't get a good view of Genesis' body, but felt how his back tapered down to those gorgeous hips, and firm cheeks that curved sleekly enough that Sephiroth slid easily over and held himself up by his right hand, palm flat on the pillow besides Genesis' head.

Despite the mutual agreement not to play, Sephiroth still circled the other's entrance with the very tip of his finger until Genesis murmured and pushed his hips back, attempting to achieve a suitably deeper contact. Sephiroth lamented the loss of those sky-blue eyes staring up at him - although Genesis' hair was a fantastic colour, tousled and smelling of spice and musk, it was no replacement. But the loss was for his safety. At this angle, not even Genesis, as flexible as he was as a dancer, could bite him.

The first finger met with resistance, a thing that made Sephiroth's inner monster double in size, knowing that for some period of time, Genesis had not taken a sexual partner in; there was no other to lay a claim to this man.

Lavishing kisses to the back of the redhead's neck and finding the man extraordinarily sensitive here by the way he moaned, clutching the pillows and curving his back as much as it would allow, Sephiroth added his next finger. The way nails threatened so easily to tear the cotton of the pillowcase entranced him; having a physical effect on his body in seeing how easily he could pleasure the man whose very existence was based on that feeling. Feeling the twitch in his cock, Sephiroth moved against the smooth skin of Genesis' thigh.

He scissored his fingers evenly, skill of his own practice shining through though he suspected even if he was careless, it wouldn't exactly pain Genesis. A recurring aspect of vampires he had read of was their inability to feel mortal discomfort. They were, however, vulnerable to other, seemingly harmless, things.

Only when the third finger slipped into that tight, though still not especially warm, body did Sephiroth hook his fingers to find Genesis' prostate. The man moaned again, muffled by the pillow and gyrated to repeat such sensations that ran through him (though Sephiroth could not say he knew what they were like exactly), but Sephiroth withdrew, satisfied.

"Tell me, Genesis," he whispered in the other's ear, feeling tempted to take the delicate shell past his lips but refrained… for now. "Can you dance during sex?"

A smirk crossed pink lips; Genesis turned his head far enough that Sephiroth could crane over his shoulder and kiss him. "Give me a beat and I can do anything."

With a sharp little smile, Sephiroth began kissing that neck again, open mouthed and sucking gently – light enough to leave a faint mark – and was rewarded by the same contractions of the body, a gasp and moan this time shaped into his name. Raising himself upwards, he angled himself for the perfect entry, given Genesis' arched position. Taking one last grip of the man's hip in his left hand, fingers pressing into the hollow of the pelvic bone like he had wanted to for so long, Sephiroth slid deep inside in one fluid movement.

Whereas a human would probably sound out some sort of pain from the sudden intrusion, Genesis only purred, deeper than his usual voice, and did not request any period to acclimatise. Sephiroth waited, however, more for his own benefit. He was breathless, hunched over Genesis' back. Realisation had come to hit him at full force. The man he had changed and then dropped all morals for; fantasised so long about and who was not even human was murmuring his name as a request for ecstasy. The man was here, his, and he was inside of him.

Moving slowly at first, Sephiroth accustomed himself to the strange feel of the redhead. The latter's limitless experience showed through in the subtle movements he made with his body, making Sephiroth more comfortable through adjusting his position. It was almost as if he did not care for his own pleasure – until Sephiroth noticed how he was now reaching further inside and he could feel Genesis' spine curling against his chest.

Placing both hands flat on the pillow, framing Genesis' head, Sephiroth found his pace. Though he had a serious craving to sate, long-frustrated hormones burning him from the inside, he did not rush. Genesis was far too much of a rarity – too special – to simply gulp down. One ages a wine to savour it on the first sip and every one afterwards.

Like a wine, Genesis had complex undertones to him; things that would assure that Sephiroth never had a chance to grow bored. His muscles were so fluid, so well controlled – much more than they even appeared to be on stage - voice enchanting, and he ached to trace the man's curves with his hands. He wanted blue eyes to face him, so he could see the pleasure rather than just hear it. Though he knew Genesis would not do such a thing now (he hoped, at least, but that was his ever-present pessimist that had to be ignored) as to fake it, but his eyes were just too honest, so expressive that it would qualm every doubt he could ever possess. He wanted long, slim legs to frame him, adding to the feeling of encompassing; of the intimate bond that could be made between the predator and prey.

As he rocked forwards steadily, pushing in and drawing out of Genesis to be rewarded with every movement, Sephiroth lowered himself back down to the other's neck, where cinnamon-shaded hair feathered out across pale skin, over the ridges of his spine, kissing it lightly. Getting so deep in a man that held such a potency for his body, Sephiroth could already feel his voice burning in the back of his throat.

Freeing a hand, Sephiroth ghosted down Genesis' side, taking up a new favourite position, resting on the curve of the pelvis. "Is this beat slow enough for you?" he whispered.

Genesis laughed, the sound low and deep in his throat. "It's fine, perfect… just… don't you dare stop."

"As if I could."

Reaffirming his hold, Sephiroth knelt on the mattress and the duvet fell away from his back, and he pulled Genesis upright, onto his lap. Immediately, the redhead was adjusting his pose, spreading his legs; hands covering Sephiroth's. If possible, it now felt as if he was sinking further in, filling their bodies faster to their limits, where the pleasure could be stored no more and would find the easiest way out.

Sephiroth murmured his new lover's name in his ear, unaware of just how affected he sounded until Genesis chuckled again, momentarily grasping his fingers tighter. Angling his head, he planted feverous kisses down his neck, along the motionless vein that still stood out blue against white flesh, though perhaps a darker shade than a human's might have been - it was never really something Sephiroth had paid much attention to. But with Genesis, it was impossible to miss, from this distance when that head of bright auburn hair fell heavily back into his shoulder.

When he turned his head enough, searching for a kiss, he instead found Genesis' jaw slack and open, vocals striking through the silence on each intermittent thrust. For the first time, Sephiroth saw the trademarks of Genesis' species, his fangs, about an inch long and glistening with saliva in the lights. Too claimed by lust now, the danger only sent thrills straight down to his cock and he thrust forwards with more vigour. Genesis chewed on his bottom lip, without cutting it with those razor sharp extended canines.

All too soon for his liking, the moment that marked the start of the final race was upon him; Genesis resumed his movements alongside those that Sephiroth had dictated to speed up, doubling the contact instantly to make sure that their peak was not going to get away from them.

Sephiroth spared one hand to wrap around Genesis' engorged member and pump it to the rhythm, until Genesis stilled, moaning out his name and jerking up, into that palm as a new lukewarmness seeped between his fingers. It was enough, along with the delicious though reflexive contraction of muscles, that drew Sephiroth out from his shell and into the same ecstasy that knew no boundaries and he filled the redhead with a heat that had them both moaning aloud again, breathless and staying connected, rocking together as they rode out the last of the numbing sensations.

Genesis fell face-first back into the pillows, nestling in without delay and smiling contently, a cat replete with fresh cream. Euphoria had softened his features of arrogance, worry or stress. Sephiroth took a second for himself to admire it, stroking the delicate shadow cast on his cheek by high cheekbones. He leant forwards to press a kiss there before sliding out, standing up and ambling into the bathroom to fetch a tepid washcloth.

The redhead just remained still as Sephiroth worked around him to clean him. Thighs, front and stomach, he moved only accordingly to make the job easy but as soon as Sephiroth settled back down, pulling the covers over them both, he curled up against the larger body, head on his chest to hear a heartbeat. It must have been such a novel thing to him.

"What made you change your tune?" Genesis muttered, fingers drumming lightly on Sephiroth's chest, imitating the steadily slowing sound against his right ear.

Sighing, Sephiroth wrapped his arms around the man, his lover, and permitted a curve to form upon his lips. "I understand you, Genesis. I know I can trust you, and that you're committed to me."

Lips pressed against his skin, as cold again as they were when he had first arrived that evening. "You'll still have to put up with men watching me, wanting me."

"Even if you were to leave the Cirque, they still would. You're unobtainable, Genesis. Men want what they can never have."

"And you? Now that you have me?" Genesis propped himself up to stare straight into jade eyes, as curious as they were demanding.

Sephiroth smoothed a damp crimson fringe out of those pretty clear blues. "I love and I treasure what I have—"

"Do you shower what you have in attention, gifts and more mind-blowing sex?"

He laughed, wanting to kiss the man but without the energy remaining to pull him upwards. And Genesis seemed content enough to stay where he was. "I think I could for my most prized possessions…"

The vampire beamed. His lips were parted enough in the gesture that Sephiroth could clearly mentally remark that his fangs had vanished once again. "Thank you, Seph." He lay back down, nestling in comfortably and closing his eyes.

It was the first time Sephiroth had ever slept with anyone, let alone permitted another to linger in his bed. It didn't feel strange whatsoever, rather just… right to let the man remain with him. He couldn't imagine just using Genesis as a means to his own end and then kicking him back out…

But more than that simple revelation, he had just shared himself, a part of his secret self, with the man he loved, vampire or no, and that was certainly something completely new to Sephiroth.