Can you imagine how big bone and chubby Angeal might have been when he was a kid??? And the hunk he grows up to be? XD Hahaha. And Genesis being thirsty.
I guess Genesis convinced his dad to hire Angeal for summer breaks during harvesting season?? To help Angeal and his fam out.
Ahhh sorry it’s not in color I’m having a really stressful time at work right now ;__; Thank you to @asylos for reminding me about Banorashipweek!!! I’m sorry i wasn’t able to take full advantage of the reminders though 😭 😭 😭
Angeal could find neither a reason nor a complaint when Genesis returned from his mage mission and "rekindled" their old teenage fling. Quite honestly the sex was a lot better and Angeal had kind of missed having Genesis as a more-than-a-friend.
He hadn't had a real relationship since they decided to explore elsewhere. It was familiar and warm and he wasn't going to put a stop to something that felt right.
He was going to question it a little though.
"What brought this up?" Angeal asked.
"Are you complaining?" Genesis countered, stretching rather luxuriously in Angeal's bed.
"No," Angeal said, "but we stopped what? Three? Four years ago?"
"I guess I wanted something familiar," Genesis said, "you've gotten a lot better." Angeal snorted and tugged the sheet back over.
"I'm not your second choice to Cloud Strife am I?" Angeal asked, since Genesis's foreplay included teasing him on his not-so-successful efforts during Cloud's training (turns out that he actually did training with Cloud).
"No," Genesis said, but there was a longing sigh there, "I won't lie and say that I don't imagine that ridiculously attractive man on my arm, but I'm quite happy where I am right now."
"What would you do? If you got him on your arm that is?" Angeal asked. Genesis turned over.
"That's entirely up to him," Genesis said, "though to be perfectly honest I would like to do the same thing I just did to you, but in my own bed."
"Just once?" Angeal asked.
"If that's what he wants," Genesis said, "What's up with this interrogation? This is almost as bad as when you started training that asshole Zack." Angeal sighed.
"Cloud is...he's a good kid," Angeal said, "he's...he's a hard worker, and honest and...he's not the type to get his heart broken because he's a pretty face."
"So...he's you?"
"What?"
"Angeal," Genesis said sitting up, "you like this kid because you see a bit of yourself in him. And that's wonderful because you're one of the better men in this world. I promise I have no intention of breaking Cloud Strife's heart, unless he breaks mind of course." Angeal snorted again and Genesis sprawled over his chest with a sultry smile.
"I need a longer break than that," Angeal said.
"I know," Genesis said, "but I like this talk. Tell me more about Cloud. I haven't really had much of a chance to meet him yet."
"You want to talk about another man before we have sex again?" Angeal asked. Genesis shrugged.
"You want him too," Genesis said, "he never has to know." He had a good point and Angeal didn't mind sharing information.
"Have you seen Sephiroth lately?" Angeal asked.
"I came straight to you when I got back, so no," Genesis said.
"Well, he's been...happier since he started training Cloud," Angeal said.
"Happier how?" Genesis asked.
"Smiles more, talks more, doesn't stare off into space as much, less formal speech, I can list more."
"No, I get the point," Genesis said, "and you think he's head over heels for Cloud as well?"
"Either that or having a student, even for an hour a week, is helping him out," Angeal said, "I'm leaning towards both."
"I may jump on your bandwagon then," Genesis said, "y'know...I wouldn't mind terribly getting into Sephiroth's pants either."
"I thought that was a phase," Angeal said, "and why do you keep talking about other men while you're naked and in my bed?"
"Well Angeal, dear," Genesis gave him an up-down glance, "there's not really words to describe you right now."
"Nice save," Angeal said.
"Thank you," Genesis said.
***
Cloud thought it was just a little cold when he felt the first sniffle. He just ignored it and hoped it would pass soon. He got through his training with Sephiroth which was getting less and less stern and formal and more and more like a training session.
"You really are doing quite well," Sephiroth said after a semi-long pause after they finished their cool down, "It can be difficult transitioning weapons." Cloud took the praise close to heart, but far from his mouth. He knew what Zack meant when he said Sephiroth was a little...off.
"Thank you sir," Cloud said.
Sephiroth was being sincere with that praise, because Cloud was transitioning well and probably would be one of their better dual wielders, but he also did it to see Cloud get that glint in his eye. Sephiroth could get caught in those eyes so easily, and Cloud's glasses only made them more...
Sephrioth shook himself out of his reverie.
"Until next time," Sephiroth said. Cloud gave a small salute and moved off, trying and failing to keep snot from dripping out of his nose.
***
The next day was worse. He got through his first set of calls, but then had a terrible coughing fit during the last one. He couldn't speak for almost a minute.
"Are you alright?" the man on the other end asked.
"Just a cold," Cloud assured him, "where was I? Oh, next set of coordinates."
Cloud would have gotten through the day on sheer force of will alone had Zack not stopped to drop off his lunch.
"You're not looking too hot," Zack said.
"I'm fine," Cloud said, his nose completely stuffed.
"I don't think that cold medicine is working," Zack said. He put a hand on Cloud's head. Even with his own temperature spike, Zack could feel that Cloud's skin was far too warm to be normal.
"I think you need to go to the infirmary," Zack said.
"I'm. Fine." Cloud said, but then broke down into another coughing fit. This one left him gagging on air.
"Infirmary," Zack said, "now." Cloud hardly needed to be looked at before he had a diagnosis.
"The flu," the nurse said, "it's been going around the building. Even the Vice President came down with it." Cloud was sentenced to bedrest and a lot of sleep.
"But...my squads," Cloud said.
"Lazard covers for you when you can't do your job," Zack said, "gimme your PHS and your notes and get your ass in bed. I'll make sure your squads have someone to call."
***
It was a brow raising event to see the week Cloud Strife took sick with the flu. Almost everyone seemed to be affected by it.
Every call Lazard made in Cloud's stead was answered by, "What happened to Cloud?" followed by "I hope he feels better soon."
There was a string of sad secretaries who gave their inventory sheets and notices to Lazard and missed the polite, yet cute blond who usually ran the circuit.
Zack himself took a week off to help take care of his roommate, who had to be nearly forced to sit still and rest.
Yet no one seemed as saddened by the turn of events as the three SOLDIERs at the top.
Angeal felt a sting of disappointment upon hearing that Cloud would be missing the next few sessions and wondered what to do with his sudden free time. Genesis genuinely felt sorry for Cloud. No one deserved the flu, not even that ass Heidegger. Sephiroth stood in their usual training room and didn't know what to do.
***
Cloud finally let himself be coaxed onto the couch and be cocooned in a pile of blankets.
Fuck the flu.
"I'm pulling out all the stops," Zack said, "You are on a NyQuil only medicine regiment. I am not spending another night listening to you cough and sneeze non-stop."
"I'm so tired," Cloud moaned, "I don't want to be sick anymore."
"I know buddy," Zack said, "Just take a swig of this." Cloud took the bottle and took a gulp, grimacing at the taste. He coughed again as he sat back.
"Now...what do you feel like watching until NyQuil does it's magic?" Zack asked.
"I don't care," Cloud said.
"Okay then," Zack said, "me playing video games it is." Fifteen minutes later, Zack glanced to the couch and grinned at Cloud's sprawled out, but finally sleeping form.
He almost wince at the quiet knock on the door, but Cloud didn't even shift. He just kept on wheezing.
Zack opened the door and found Angeal balancing boxes of tissues and packets of cough drops.
"Cloud has been missed," Angeal said, "the secretaries made him a care package." Zack ushered him in and helped him set the goodies down. Oooh...tissues with Vick's. They didn't hold back, did they?
"How is he?" Angeal asked.
"Temperature of 101 and hasn't had a good night's sleep in four days," Zack replied, "he'll live." Angeal nodded.
"Do tell him I hope he feels better soon," Angeal said, "and not to feel bad about missing my visit. I can't stay long."
"Sure man," Zack said, "Thanks for dropping off this stuff, you don't have to lie and say secretaries got it for him." Angeal rolled his eyes and let himself out.
Half an hour later, there was another knock on the door. Cloud let out a snort, then rolled over and passed out again.
This time it was Genesis.
"Unlike Angeal I really am passing along gifts," Genesis said, "Lazard had me drop these off. Apparently he's been missed." Genesis had a tub of get well cards and messages that held different versions of get better soon.
"I didn't know so many people liked him," Zack said, "he doesn't talk about his work."
"He's one of the better Basecom's we've had," Genesis said, "he goes above and beyond the call of duty in my opinion. You can quote me on that."
"Well I already quote you for telling me to fuck off..."
"Ha ha," Genesis said, "I was beginning to like you Zackary."
"Nah," Zack said, "Cloud will get a kick out of the fact that you like him. Thanks for the notes."
Two hours after that there was another knock. Cloud groaned, seemed to wake up a little, then buried himself in the blankets.
NyQuil was one hell of a drug.
Zack was a little startled at seeing Sephiroth.
"Uhh..." Zack said.
"This is for Cloud," Sephiroth said, "I've heard its supposed to help with colds." Zack took the bowl offered. It smelled like chicken noodle soup.
Make that homemade chicken noodle soup.
"I...I regret that he missed our last session and I hope he recovers soon," Sephiroth said. Zack resisted telling him it was the flu not a war injury. Sephiroth was just concerned.
"I'll tell him," Zack said, "and he is eating this as soon as he wakes up." Sephiroth gave a curt nod and left.
***
Cloud eventually woke up, looking a little better, at least more well rested.
"Well, we've had some stuff dropped off," Zack said, "First eat some soup."
"You made me soup?" Cloud said, "How long was I out?" He spooned some in. It was good.
"Quite some time," Zack said, "and uh...Sephiroth dropped it off." Cloud dropped his spoon.
"What?" he said.
"He dropped it off for you," Zack said, "he said he hopes you feel better and missed you at the last training session." Cloud blinked a few times. His glasses slid down his face, still crooked from his long nap, as he stared at the yellow broth.
"He likes you," Zack said in a more teasing tone, "But seriously, Seph is a good cook. It was a nice gift. You really seem to bring out the best in him. Oh...Angeal dropped off some tissues for you." Cloud looked up and smiled at a haphazard pile of cold treatments on the table.
"And Genesis Rhapsodos came by himself to drop off these calling cards and tell me you are one of the best Basecom's we've ever had," Zack said pushing the tub of notes towards Cloud. Cloud dug through gingerly.
Zack frowned as Cloud's eyes teared up a little.
"You okay there Spiky?" Zack asked.
"No," Cloud said, "I have the flu and I'm drugged up and all these people wrote me notes telling me to get well soon."
"Because, as I've said before," Zack said, "you are at a very high level of awesomeness."
"Nobody's written me notes before," Cloud warbled, "I haven't even met some of these people."
"Eat your soup," Zack said, "then back to NyQuil coma." Cloud did so, still unbelieving that so many people were worried about him having the flu.
My mom is teaching me how to use moisturizer and so she bought me this night cream and now everytime I put it on, all I can picture is this scene of Angeal trying to be sexy to Genesis one night and licking him but Genesis put on moisturizer so it tastes awful
Angeal held the too-full glass of tequila, and shotted it down his throat in one messy gulp. His usually solemn face twisted tightly as he swallowed and the glass fell from his loose fist onto the floor with a dull thud.
"Four tequila floor," he murmured to nobody, and sneered.
So, Genesis was dead, then.
"Dead, dead," he sing-songed and wiped the tears off his cheeks with a rough scrape of the back of his hand. "Going, going, gone."
He was a maudlin, sloppy drunk. Always had been, which is why he rarely drank. But, today had been one of those days where he couldn't cope with being stoic, or calm. Or...Angeal. He couldn't cope with any of it because Genesis, his Genesis, was dead. He would never again laugh with him, talk with him, fight with him, or make love with him.
The dark haired hiccoughed and whined. He picked up the bottle and took a few vicious gulps. He pulled back from it, retching and gasping.
The last time he had seen Genesis was a normal, boring morning. They'd had a regular, slow morning fuck in the shower, nothing fancy and Angeal had left with a simple, "See you later." No kiss, no romance. Because why - why did he have to be especially romantic when they saw each other every damn day? He didn't know it was going to be the last time he saw him. Angeal had no idea it was going to be the last time he would hold Genesis in his arms...
If he had known, Angeal would have never let him go. He would have licked into the redhead's mouth with gentle kisses that would last forever. He would press his mouth all over Genesis's pretty, pale skin, and relish every passionate cry...
Angeal unzipped his pants, his limp cock in one hand, the tequila bottle in the other.
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[WOW. Where the fuck did that come from? I'm going to go kill myself now.]
