Pairing: Sephiroth/Vegetables
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: NSFW vegetables thanks to @idariddle
Word count: 1757
Summary: Sephiroth is bored and likes to have fun. But with whom? This is a romantic tale of teen love and the struggle to overcome conservative values and prudishness in order to be truly free in one's quest for love, lust and self discovery.
External link: The Lovely Harvest on AO3
Sex ed with Hojo was the worst. Crudely drawn vaginas and penises were on the blackboard and Sephiroth couldn't care any less where the clitoris was or that the female sex organ was self-lubricating unlike the rectum.
"Penises do not belong there." the scientist stated rather pointedly in Sephiroth's direction.
He wasn't entirely sure why.
Now 16 - young, hot-blooded and stupid, Sephiroth finally bit the bullet when he got bored at staring up at his ceiling to stroke out an erection and accessed 18+ only content on his laptop. Breasts, vaginas, sexual poses - it was all there. Right on the internet. He heard his fellow soldiers talking about how great women with large bosoms were and how awesome a warm, wet vulva was to put one's mouth to. But with all the naked women in the world making loud high pitched squeaks as penises penetrated their 'pussies' as the internet lovingly referred to their nether regions, he wasn't feeling particularly motivated. If anything, he was going soft...
He thought for a moment. Maybe what he really needed was to hit that 'hardcore' tab and really see where things were going. Maybe he needed to see some really nasty stuff to get his blood pumping - yeah, Sephiroth was hardcore. The first video he found was a woman with two fists inside herself - not arousing. The second video was... why is she all tied up like that? Is she going to get interrogated? That doesn't look very fun. Wait...is he...is he urinating on her?! Quickly hitting the X on the tab, Sephiroth braced himself for the third video.
Anal Sluts . Anal? he wondered. For all Sephiroth knew, anuses cannot be erotic. Hojo said it so himself. But his own curiosity had taken the helm and he was ready. A busty Wutai woman rubbed what looked to be slime or oil all over a penis before gasping and moaning about how badly she wanted the penis inside of her ass. It all happened so quickly - she was on her hands and knees, her ass cheeks spread apart to reveal her genitals and her asshole. The camera shifted to the head of the leaky cock, a trail of precum rolling down the tip making Sephiroth's own cock twitch. The man groaned, rubbing his cock against the puckered, pink hole before slowly plunging into the woman. Sephiroth bit his lip - is this allowed? he wondered is this okay? But it's wrong...right? A slew of conflicting thoughts bombarded him, but the magic of the moment died as the woman got louder.
He muted the video - to at least save himself from hearing her over impassioned moaning which put him in a weird state of arousal and distaste. He kept watching the cock drive into that tight hole - how the man grabbed her ass with want and pulled her back against his cock. Sephiroth's hand wound around his dick - the poor thing begging for touch whilst he debated whether or not it was acceptable to be aroused by a penis entering an anus. Then the camera turned away from the powerful thrusts of the man, to the bouncing tits of the woman. He sighed...it was going so well...
Somewhat frustrated, he exited the video and stared at the search bar of PornHub. He smirked and typed 'Hardcore Anal'. The selection was astounding - so many assholes were getting 'creamed', as the porn connoisseurs would say. There were thin women, large women, young women, old women - women of all sorts of races and shapes and sizes. But nothing was really striking his fancy as the camera work favored the expressions and sounds of the female and not so much the penetrative efforts...
Drumming his fingers on his desk he pondered...what else was Hojo wrong about? Rectums are not for penises, he had said, only vaginas - but Sephiroth now knows that not to be true since a plethora of videos proved otherwise. Hojo also mentioned that on occasion a penis did belong in female mouths.
"And only female mouths!" Hojo stated rather explicitly as he peered at Sephiroth over his glasses.
Female mouths? Could they...no...surely they didn't go into male mouths...Of course Sephiroth knew of homosexuals, in fact his best friend is one, but he never exactly spared a thought for how they had sex. Was it through oral pleasure? Or was it also this anal pleasure? To answer these questions, he typed the key terms of his curiosity into that search bar.
Sephiroth tried his damn hardest to remain inconspicuous whilst he carefully selected his items - checking them for curve, spring and brittleness. The internet told him Crisco was a good lubricant and that he should start with something small and work his way to something larger. He didn't make eye contact with the cashier who rung up his items, worried the bitter old lady might grimace at his purchase. And so now he now sat on his couch with a fat cucumber, a slim carrot and a tin of vegetable shortening.
He must have been staring at his implements for a solid hour before even commencing the ritual of washing and lubing the vegetables. A voice in the back of his head was screaming - what if they broke inside of him? What if they got stuck ? But his dick was hard to the tune of two 'twinks' blowing each other and he really, well, he had to know what was all the rage about ramming something up one's ass.
Sticking his fingers into the cold, oily Crisco, Sephiroth slathered up his asshole. It twitched, as if coy from the strange taboo sensation. Taking in a deep breath, he eased a finger into himself, briefly wondering if he cleaned himself out properly in the shower. The first finger went in with surprising ease, as did the second, and the third. He smirked to himself, feeling like an adventurous 'hardcore' sexpert for such a young man - bragging rights well deserved for being able to take more than a slim finger into his butt. Twisting, curling, rubbing those fingers inside of himself, he stroked his walls and finger-fucked his ass to a video of two men pounding in a car. And...nothing. He had three fingers up his ass, and sure it felt like there was something up there, but he wasn't getting those crazy sensations that made him want to burst all over the couch.
Maybe he wasn't getting enough reach? Maybe he needed something longer and bigger?
With his free hand he searched on the web 'why cant i feel good anal'. Some results on communicating with your partner, others on how to relax and prepare for anal. Further results on why anal sex doesn't feel great for women and AH HA! How To Have An Anal Orgasm - For Men. Sephiroth skimmed through the article before coming across an anatomical word he had never seen - 'Find Your Prostate'.
Okay. So he had to find this 'prostate' - a walnut shaped lump in his ass that can really only be felt when hard. Thankfully he was a lot of the latter.
He reached for the carrot, feeling only slightly disappointed that his horny adventures had taken to him putting a root vegetable into his ass. Sephiroth bit his lip - feeling the cool, orange vegetable slowly rasp its way inside of him. It was solid, yet brittle, so he tried his best to relax in the hopes of avoiding a trip to the doctor's office. As it reached deep inside, he sighed - ass sufficiently enveloping around the lengthy plant, it's delicately soft leaves tickling his ass cheeks alluringly. He shivered with delight, before retracting the carrot and slowly fucking himself.
It was wrong, naughty, dirty - and he oh so loved it. Twisting and twirling, he investigated himself carefully, twitching in desire every moment the greenery caressed his nether regions. Sephiroth yelped at the sudden spark of delight - he had found his special place. Tipping his head back, he groaned. His arm moved faster, jamming the improvised dildo inside, stroking his ass with its pleasure giving hardness. He was shaking - the orange earthen penis fucking him to the very edge of blissful orgasmic glory.
In the heat of his amorous vegan love affair, he spotted the fat, juicy cucumber out of the corner of his eye. He was so, so ready. Dropping the carrot to the floor, Sephiroth lunged for the slick green veggie. His cock twitched - sticky fluid dribbling onto his abdomen as he braced himself for the girthy glory of the almighty cucumber. He chewed his lip, his anus slowly stretching over the long, thick gourd. Heaving, his chest was pounding, his ass was crying for more. Easing the phallic vegetable inside was effortful. Green eyes squeezed shut as he filled his ass with thick, solid vegetable cock.
"Fffuu-uucck-kk..." he stammered, grinding the gourd against his engorged prostate, his free hand stroking his dribbling dick.
Sephiroth moaned as he grabbed the long cucumber and rammed it deep inside of himself. Sparks shot up behind his eyelids - pleasure interlaced with pain - his hands quickened their pleasure giving pace. He was panting, fucking the phallic salad ingredient hard and fast like a well oiled piston. His arm was getting tired, but he didn't care - his ass didn't care! More, it begged! More fucking and stretching of his youthful rosebud. His breath quickened, his muscles tightened and his ass choked the huge deliciously-ass-destroying food item.
Pounding himself with the cucumber, and fisting his cock, Sephiroth's cock burst hot, sticky semen all over his face and body. He groaned, licking his lips and tasting his own jizz as he slowly fucked the cum inducing cucumber cumcumber into his quivering asshole. He sighed, catching his breath and slowly coming back to his senses.
His ass was sore, his dick spent, and the sexy vegetable was still hard and needy inside of him. He felt full and content, and regretted having to remove the slick gourd from his needy teen ass.
Sephiroth held it tenderly, mind hazy from his earth shattering orgasm. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed nature's beautiful green schlong, "Thank you."
Sephiroth had woken up late the following morning. Dragging his feet into the kitchen, he caught his redheaded friend sitting on the couch. "Oh hey Seph! Hope you don't mind that I stole your carrot off your table."
"My what?" Bleary eyed, Sephiroth turned around to see a half eaten carrot and Genesis munching away.
a drabble with sephesis n°70. promiscuity would be lovely ^^ (all the numbers would be lovely, picking one was hard)
Because I suck at writing drabbles, I wrote a short fic (short by my standards at least). Also I unintentionally worked in another kink…please forgive me on that front, but Genesis decided to be a whore and Sephiroth told me he thought that was pretty hot so…Also, ignore typos. I wrote this on my PHONE! Hope you like it, honey!
External link: Satyriasis on AO3
Sephiroth never knew where Genesis went at night, and he supposed that was part of the thrill. Secondary to the primary thrill of his lover’s spontaneity - how a playful spar between friends, would divulge to an impassioned battle until Angeal would realise he was witnessing a bizarre courting ritual. And the pair would be lip-locked, Genesis never admitting that he intentionally would lose so he’d be forced to swallow his lover’s load in the training room. Or how a simple meeting in Sephiroth’s office would usually end with the commander locking the door as everyone else left for a ‘private chat’. A chat which mostly consisted of the syllables of his general’s name and crass remarks as his knees were to his chest as Sephiroth fucked him fully-clothed into his desk.
“I’ll be upfront with you.” His red-headed friend had said on their first date, “I’m a slut. I’d make a better whore than a soldier.”
He was so happy then to hear that Sephiroth didn’t mind. That he didn’t have to pretend to be happy in a loving monogamous relationship while he was surrounded by gorgeous men all the time. Of course, Sephiroth was secure. He was the best damn man on the planet, no other could outdo him. Regardless, Genesis wasn’t entirely heartless. He kept his affairs secret, came home on time and pretended he didn’t suck off a doctor to get out of testing. They lived a picture perfect life with the redhead ready to pounce on Sephiroth’s dick whenever the man so desired.
But Sephiroth wanted to be involved. He would be watching his men, trying to figure out who were his lover’s type and which new recruits he would love to see his Commander spoil. How Genesis would lure them to his office, spread his legs and break into a virgin mouth whilst filling out reports. Or he’d reward a good man, give them a fondle, a taste and his ass if they were especially remarkable. He assumed Fair had a go - never heard a peep from him about the Commander, but he did notice him catching his breath whenever Genesis so much as looked in his direction.
Regardless, Sephiroth found it irritating at times - to come home with the shower on, the bed orderly and a candle on. No signs or traces of the adultery between the sheets because of course Genesis lacked the decency to not bring someone into their bed. He was always so clean afterwards…No saltiness to his kisses, no musk, no sweat - as if he tried to hide the truth of his actions like a puritan. But Sephiroth would never admit to him, how he’d lie to Genesis about the times he would be home and listen outside the bedroom door as a Turk face fucked his boyfriend and an employee from accounting ate his ass. He would sit there, fist around his dick with a hand over his mouth suppressing the groans of pleasure as he listened to his catty Commander shout out another man’s name.
Sure enough, he eventually got sick of the sterility - of the pretending and the lies. No, Genesis wasn’t out having a beer with Angeal. He was at a men’s club getting drunk and fucked against a bathroom wall. No, he wasn’t going to visit his parent’s for the weekend. Genesis was busy in Costa del Sol working his way into the director’s pants. And judging by the way Lazard failed to look him in the eye for their Monday morning debrief he could only assume it was successful. Despite it all, Sephiroth would never admit how badly he wanted to taste another man on Genesis’ lips, to smell another’s sweat on his skin and to see the state of arousal someone else managed to put his lover in.
It wasn’t all so bad however having a lover with an insatiable desire. Someone he could call upon in the middle of meeting, put his hand on a thigh and feel his pulse immediately quicken. To watch those eyes darken with lust even moments after a secretive encounter. Shamelessly erect and aroused he would be, whisper how he wanted the general to excuse the pair for a quick blow in the supply closet. He’d have to wait, impatiently - rubbing Sephiroth’s crotch through his uniform, or casting him heated glances across the training room.
Once alone, Genesis would have him pinned to the wall. “Fuck me.” he’d demand, with the same fire as he always would. Biting Sephiroth’s lip, rubbing his cock against his thigh until he’d land on the bed with his ass up for his general to pull down his pants and give him the fuck he deserved.
Laying together in a spent mess - telling each other how so damn good that was. Until Genesis was back at it again, straddling Sephiroth and fucking himself on a good cock until his lover couldn’t stay hard anymore.
Most days Genesis would roll over back onto the bed, catching his breath and kissing Sephiroth before going about his day. But tonight was different, he had been itching too.
Chewing his lip, he began, “Say…would you like to watch me?”
Sephiroth laughed. “How is that even a question?”
And like clock work, the pair showered, made the bed anew and lit a candle. Genesis brought a dazed Tseng into their bedroom for a thorough fucking. To spend whatever it was in his system that had him craving dick. In the midst of the debauchery, Sephiroth was turned on again. With a hand in slick red hair, he’d stuff his cock into his mouth and make eye contact with the Turk.
“Fuck him harder, Tseng.” he said with a smirk, “He prefers it that way.”
When the Turk left, Sephiroth made damn sure to fuck Genesis’ used ass, much to his noisy delight. Nails dug into his arms as Genesis let out his final release, shivering as he came down from a high that met new limits. Sephiroth seized his hips, bucking into him with renewed fervour, claiming his stake as the sole man capable of turning the redhead into a satisfied mess who was always loyally coming back for more. He released himself into his delightful lover, watching how those blue eyes glowed with bliss as he reached up and embraced him.
Genesis was gentle, fragile, clutching his side as they caught their breaths. “Gods you spoil me, Seph. I swear you’re a godsend. I could never get enough of you.” he whispered.
Sephiroth kissed him on the forehead. He was content letting Genesis believe he was the spoilt one in the relationship.
Prompt(s): blood play, body worship, breath play, sword/knife play.
Pairing(s): “… possibly all with SephGen? Or any pairing you choose which involves either of them : D” @lilly-white
I hope you enjoy porn. Because that’s what you got. Rest assured, your other kinks will come in the next iteration. Also sorry this took me a while. I started watching porn for inspiration and got distracted.
External link: Status Undefined on AO3
He could never understand him. Genesis, successful in his own right, talented, charming, attractive, yet so utterly displeased with himself he formed a complicated tangle of relations with Sephiroth. Not that Sephiroth cared too much - the redhead was annoying, raving on about a silly poem and dragging men home to make his bed springs squeak in the later hours of the night.
It was as if it were intentional - the way Genesis worked his way under his skin. Flaunted his sexuality in an elaborate display, but was too arrogant and proud to let it go beyond infuriating eroticism. There was clear tension in their friendship - Sephiroth pulled by his duty as a soldier and Genesis’ superior, and a desire he could not fully comprehend that ate away at him; and Genesis was pulled by wanting to be the man’s friend whilst being torn apart by a company which refused to let his success be acknowledged in biased favor of Sephiroth. Naturally, the company fostered jealousy in the commander, when the success of his recent month long stint in Wutai was met with Sephiroth being awarded for Genesis’ own, independent hard work. It was this that Sephiroth understood, though he never agreed with the titles bestowed to him that was that of his commander, the bitterness and the bipolar nature of their friendship confused him.
Angeal had told him that Genesis wanted Sephiroth to see him as his equal, and Sephiroth had said he already did. However, he felt he was missing something - Genesis was just as annoyed and impatient with him as he was towards the redhead. A bizarre amalgamation of trust and distrust - of friendship and betrayal, but something more. Something that made those feelings so much more intense.
Something that made him wrap his hand around his cock in the middle of the night whilst Genesis got fucked by a soldier in the next room. Something that made him dream of shoving his cock into that loud mouth of his to shut him up for good.
Today, however, Genesis had arrived back from Modeoheim in the afternoon. The three then went to the virtual training room and enjoyed a rainy Midgar to spar in. Genesis talked of the cold there, mentioned how half his men were sick and one of them was recently engaged.
Angeal joked, “So Genesis...Sephiroth, when are you two going to settle down?”
Sephiroth grimaced and Genesis threw his hands up in the air, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Angeal ignored him and rolled his shoulders “Well my friends, that’s more than enough for me today.” he said before looking pointedly at Sephiroth, “Be sure not to make him too mad.”
The general smirked, “Did you hear that Genesis? Angeal wishes for you to watch your temper.”
That remark did not at all help with the hateful rift they had. No matter. Sephiroth was tired going to bed listening to his commander get railed. He was sick of having these feelings of insatiable desire for someone so petty, irritating and arrogant, that he could not wait to fuck Genesis into a shameful mess - to take away his smugness and replace it with respect for his superior.
Sephiroth was mad. Genesis was livid. Such it was when Angeal abandoned the training room - leaving alone two hot blooded, stubborn men who had a habit to disagree vehemently. The holographic city streets of Midgar became a battleground for two over zealous egos with swords and a yearning to watch the other kneel.
“How DARE you!” Genesis shouted, gritting his teeth as he sent a ball of flames towards his opponent, “Who the hell do you take me for?!”
Sephiroth glowered, if he could give the brat a piece of his mind…The ungrateful brat who didn’t deserve his promotion and had been wailing to his superior about besting him. He couldn’t top in the bedroom, so what made him think he was so entitled to topping SOLDIER?
He raised his sword high, bracing himself for another superfluous flurry of over-impassioned attacks. Red hair clung to his ‘friend’s’ mad face with sweat, his blue eyes piercing as he panted heavily. Sephiroth couldn’t deny how adorable he looked battling so pathetically against the general himself.
Genesis spat out blood while Sephiroth’s temple bled. The redhead smirked, chest puffing like a proud cock. He was a real prick. Sephiroth deflected the glowing red sword for the nth time, only to have Rhapsodos charge him again like the cocksure prick that he was.Their swords crossed with the sounds of struck metal echoing across the rainy streets.
Blood dripped into one of Sephiroth’s eyes and Genesis licked his lips, before kicking out his opponent’s knee. The general grunted as he slipped on the wet pavement, barely catching himself before the redhead tried to strike.
Sephiroth wasn’t having it. A loud parry rang through the air. He laughed, dryly, “What could you possibly want with me on my knees, Rhapsodos?”
Genesis was a pain - no one infuriated Sephiroth more than his commander. He burned a dangerous fire within him that he couldn’t understand. And it seemed the feeling was mutual from the way Genesis reacted with violence. Sephiroth entertained him - let the commander back him into an alley, let him believe he had the upper hand, until Sephiroth found his chance to strike.
A sickening crunch cut through the air. Genesis froze, his sword clattering to the floor. Sephiroth had him pinned to the alley wall with the remaining length of his sword sticking out of him like a flag. Like the pragmatic idiot he was, Genesis gripped the blade, grunting as he tried to pull the blood covered blade from his shoulder. Sephiroth laughed menacingly before twisting his wrist making Genesis cry out in pain as the sword rasped along bone.
“Didn't anybody teach you manners?” he teased, watching his commander clutch himself and come to terms with what had happened.
Genesis entered a state of shock. The passionate warm hues to his skin drained from his face, lips quickly turning blue. He shivered, staring at the far wall as sinew tore and his legs gave in. He was good for a moment, knowing to not fight back. But he glared all the same at Sephiroth who wrenched his blade from the redhead’s shoulder with a nauseating squelch. The general loomed above him - satisfied and pleased at bringing the arrogant man to his knees.
“I see now.” Sephiroth sneered, tilting Genesis’ chin upwards with the end of his sword so that those furious blue eyes looked up at him from such a pretty angle, “You look so comfortable on your knees like that. Used to it, are you?”
Genesis smirked - for any other man he would have spat on their boots and gladly welcomed death to save his dignity. But for this man, he’d rather drive him insane, tear his walls down and have him needing, craving Genesis. The heavy taste of copper was in his mouth and the shock was beginning to wear off, but his determination failed to wane. He turned his head, slowly cutting into his jawline with the point of masamune.
“And? I wonder if you’re man enough to go all the way, Sephiroth.” His lips parted, head tilted, tongue rasping the flat of his opponent’s sword.
Sephiroth was amused, watching Genesis wince in pain as he crawled to lick the full length of the blade. Those eyes. Those damn eyes. Heavy lidded, looked up at his general, begging to be at his full service. His shoulder gave out - the redhead groaning as he slashed his tongue and hit the floor clutching his wound.
Sephiroth laughed dryly, grabbed Genesis by the hair and flung him back against the wall. The redhead barked in pain and coughed, strings of blood flying from his lips as he grappled for air. “Pathetic.” the general said.
But like the defiant idiot he was, Genesis dug his red gloved fingers into the bloody tear of his coat. A deep, guttural sound of pain gurgled in his throat and Sephiroth looked on with delight - catching the sweat on his brow and the masochistic arousal in his leather pants, a truly beautiful display of dirty erotica. He was panting so beautifully as blood dripped down his sharp jawline and he worked his digits into his wound.
He sighed, back arching as he pulled his blood soaked fingers from his body. Sephiroth’s pulse quickened and Genesis...he was goading him. Egging him on to do his absolute worst whilst he twisted and stared in depraved seduction. Bringing those fingers to his lips, Genesis licked them with arduous pleasure - gasping and moaning deliberately, deliciously, until the lines of who had won and lost were blurred once more. His general was pleased with his little masochistic succubus, fucking his face on blood slickened fingers, making himself gag as a precursor to things to come.
His grin however was maddening, teasing, arousing.
Sephiroth tutted, “You never know when to quit, don’t you?” Voice calm, whilst anger raged on inside him. Genesis, as attractive and salacious as he was, he was fundamentally an irritating nuisance whose favourite pastime was to mock his superior with blatant displays of unchecked sexuality.
The general unzipped himself and stroked his cock, inches away from a pretty face. He could have sworn Genesis looked at his dick with needy lust - something to be expected of SOLDIER’s most decorated slut. Sephiroth grabbed a fistful of red hair and forced that bloody open mouth onto his cock.
“Eat it.” he grunted, snapping his hips harshly until tears fell from those smug blue eyes.
Genesis choked on him, struggling to keep up as he became little more than a warm mouth for his general to fuck. Not that he minded, as he mewled in mindless self-satisfaction - pain jolting from his shoulder and the cut in his tongue with every sharp thrust down his throat that his general managed. He pulled himself out of his own pants and moaned as he masturbated, blood pooling from his wound into his lap, lubricating his own dick with coppery fluid.
Sephiroth pushed him back, “Strip.” he ordered. And like the good soldier he was, the commander obeyed discarding his coat to a far corner and carefully peeling his shirt from his body.
Blood streamed down his immaculately crafted torso in tiny crimson rivers. He looked so delectable then - slumped against the wall with his bloodied cock out, unable to wrestle off his pants with only one functional hand. If he wasn’t so careful, Genesis would black out, despite his arrogance and shameless attempts at making Sephiroth aroused.
But the general was going to take his time with him - to appreciate his good commander who sat there like a feast ready to be ravaged. Taking masamune, Sephiroth trailed a long thin cut down the middle of the redhead’s chest, carefully carving down his sternum and between the centre seam of his abdomen. Genesis winced, yet held his tongue - flaunting his bare chest and trying to make himself into an erotic portrait of sin. Red fluid slowly oozed from the cut, tracing the dips and valleys of his torso, further enhancing his impressive musculature.
Throwing his blade away, Sephiroth sat beside Genesis and pulled him into a kiss. An unapologetic kiss - an aroused, insatiable and demanding kiss. And Genesis would have accepted no other. He groaned, moving deliciously as his general pulled away. Piercing green eyes devoured him, took in the heaving chest and the proud, leaking cock.
Sephiroth ran a finger down his soft neck, before tracing a handsome collarbone. He flicked and pinched a nipple making Genesis gasp, before tracing the fresh cut down his commander’s impeccable torso.
“Red was always your color, but...” he said, gathering blood on his finger, “You look your best in this shade of red.”
Genesis laughed breathlessly. “How romantic.”
And it was. Sephiroth put his blood smeared finger, tasting his commander. What a delight, he tasted just as good as he looked. The general held him and kissed him fully. Breaking away, he began trailing his tongue down that gorgeous body, tracing the outlines of his muscles, lapping away at the blood before sinking lower. Lower. Lower.
Genesis’ breath caught in his throat. And to Sephiroth he looked so beautiful, so perfect, how could he not take him into his mouth and please such an attractive commander? Genesis was moaning, relishing in the joys of sexual satisfaction as his general sucked the blood off his cock and palmed his perfectly taut ass.
A different taste entered Sephiroth’s mouth as Genesis thrashed like a needy slut - salty and thick, unlike the coppery taste of blood. So in stride, he pulled himself up and the general took claim of his dazed commander. His cock waved in the redhead’s face and he was so desirous of plunging it back down his throat, only to have the other man stop him. A glint of mischief appeared in green eyes, and Sephiroth’s warm cock pressed against his fucktoy’s wound. Genesis howled in pain.
“The FUCK are you doing?!” he yelled, a sudden surge of energy overwhelming him as he tried to push the man away. But Sephiroth held him still, grasping his delicate neck in one hand and squeezing as he washed his dick in hot, red blood.
“I think I’ve hurt you enough.” he smirked darkly, “Now be a princess for me and spread those legs.”
Genesis spat on his face. Sephiroth wasn’t all too amused as red tainted saliva slid down his cheek. The redhead grappled at the hand around his throat and thrashed as the taller man hoisted him up the wall and struck him across the face. He was stunned, his ear was ringing.
“Play nice.” Sephiroth purred in his ear, and the redhead complied as he felt a hot, wet dick prod his ass. Wrapping his legs around his waist letting the other man tilt his hips right.
“I hate you.” Genesis seethed, annoyed at the smug look on his general’s face. Then clamped his eyes shut and screamed as a fat cock rammed into his ass.
Sephiroth held him tight and fucked him into the wall. Genesis would have whimpered if he could - system overwhelmed by the pain and the sadistic pleasure as the general kissed him, tasting him fully as he drank down the blood that seeped from his tongue. Fingers dug into his shoulder, and he let out a keening wail at the searing pain. But he moaned so happily around Sephiroth’s fingers licking off his own blood that his general fed to him. It was sick, violent, and forceful - he felt his tailbone will shatter against the wall from the ferocity of Sephiroth’s thrusts.
But he was high strung - his head in another realm as his body surged with pain and endorphins, turning the sadism and hedonism into a fanciful romance. His heart raced, Sephiroth bit his lip until it bled before sinking his teeth into his commander’s wounded shoulder. The pain overwhelmed Genesis, and he could only muster a squeak as his mouth hung open and his body became rigid. Sephiroth groaned, feeling his commander tighten around him as he railed him and lapped at his metallic life fluid.
Genesis groaned, feeling so overcome by the depravity of their sinful sex. He took his general’s hand and placed it to his throat. “Choke me.” he panted, eyes alight with desire.
And who was Sephiroth to deny him when he asks ever so sweetly? His black gloved hand secured itself around the thin, delicate neck met with a hard fuck that emptied the redhead’s lungs of air. He held him tighter, hearing those tiny gasps escaping his lush mouth until he was mouthing those lovely sounds. Genesis eyes shifted, softened from their hardened conceitedness as those soft lips turned blue. Sephiroth grasped him firmer, thrusting into him fully before releasing his slim throat. Genesis lurched forward as he gasped for air and immediately had his hand stroking his cock as Sephiroth fucked a stuttering moan out of him. He twitched, blood still trailing from his wounds, slickening the cock ramming into his ass before dripping onto the floor.
He fucked him harder, faster, breath hitching in his chest. His hand squeezed around Genesis’ throat, alternating between letting the man breathe and watching him struggle for air. The redhead’s arousal grew, he let out a strangled groan against the grip around his neck. Sephiroth pressed harder, bucking into him unrelenting - grunting as his commander struggled for release and became a hot, dick loving mess who delighted in every violent thrust.
Genesis couldn’t breathe, between the lack of air and the blood loss, he was light-headed, little more than a grunting, groaning fuck doll. Until his body stiffened, and he flung his head back to a soundless orgasm. Sephiroth released his neck, and a low shuddering groan resonated from his commander. Grasping his hips tightly, Sephiroth released deep inside him, Genesis still whimpering from the throes of pain and pleasure.
Satisfied, pressed against the wall, Genesis clung to his general before becoming limp, dead weight and dropped to the floor. Sephiroth regained his bearings, zipped himself back up and resigned to finding discarded clothes. The seconds were due for training in roughly ten minutes, and his commander, as competent and lovely as he was, was in no state to do so.
Taking out his phone, he called for assistance. “Angeal, would you like to fill in for Genesis this evening? Things got a little...out of hand.”
Pairing: Sephesis
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Sex work/Bondage courtesy of @lilly-white
Word count: 2851
Summary: Genesis risks his job by going undercover to find where the traffickers are taking their victims. In the way he knows best
I had this story idea collecting dust in my folders. Finally got around to finishing it. Took so damn long because it is uh…interesting…and very difficult to write.
Pairings: President Shinra/Genesis, Genesis/Sephiroth
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 5519
Summary: President Shinra is bored, lonely and horny. And he wants a new second class soldier to deal with it. Little does he know that Commander Rhapsodos will be giving him more soldier than he asked for.
Some days President Shinra hated his wife. It wasn’t because she was getting old and needed more botox than she did ten years ago, or that her libido was gone now that she had menopause. No…nothing like that. On the inside she was still the beautiful, young, caring woman Shinra married for money, influence and to get the media off his ass. No, he wasn’t pissed off that the hag had to get old and become sexually unresponsive – not that he would want to touch the ancient treasure in such a way. Because damn it! He was President Shinra! He should have models and whores and dozens of ethnic mistresses, more than what money can buy!
Today he hated his wife because she flared up at him. Angry about Tiffany and Ruby and Stefanie and…Alejandro. She said something about wanting a divorce. Something that Shinra did not want because then the hordes of women would come running and shove their illegitimate child under his nose. And the media would start and AVALANCHE would begin their defamation campaign. No…so long as he’s married he can pretend he’s the loving husband who puts his family first and wouldn’t dare to touch a Honey Bee girl.
So for the moment, the president was confined to his office until his wife finally calmed down and got those new breast implants she (he) always wanted. But that wasn’t a problem. See this was all a game to the president and one that he knew damn well how to play. Pressing a button on his desk phone he called straight to his illegitimate son’s office.
“ Yes, Mr President? ”
Shinra cleared his throat, “I heard you just recently got some new recruits. How are they doing?”
“ …ahh…well those who passed the initial tests are still in training. They’re being supervised by Commander Rhapsodos for now.”
“I see, I see…” Shinra really didn’t give a gil toss, “Say…son…” Shinra smiled, “Could you deliver me their class file? I’d…like to check on some things. You know, being president I’d love to familiarise myself with the strong men of the future protecting this company.”
On the other end, Lazard did his best not to facepalm too loudly, “ A 3rd should be there with the file in 5 minutes. ”
“Good.”
“ Anything else I could help you with, sir? ” preferably unrelated to your wayward manhood.
“No, no. You’re doing well, my son .” he beamed, “You should be expecting quite the pay rise.”
“ Very well. Have a good day, sir.”
While he waited for his menu to arrive, Shinra noticed an obstacle in his way. It’s a bit…bizarre for the head of the company to request meeting a fresh recruit in his penthouse office right off the bat. Not to mention it would be weirder for a recruit having to explain to their superior that they were to be the president’s audience for…a while. No, Shinra has to request permission to see a recruit like some lowly boot licking grunt to keep face, keep things discrete and actually get the damn thing to work.
Groaning, he called his secretary, “Bring me Commander Rhapsodos. I need him here in no less than 20 minutes.”
“ Of course Mr. President. There is a soldier here with a file, would you like me to deliver it to you? ”
Shinra grinned, “That would be delightful, Vivian.”
The minute she left the room after dumping the folder on his desk, the president had his cock out, “Now let’s see which one of you makes me hard…” he said, licking his lips while drooling all over the cadets’ pictures.
After a quick thumb through and some whistling and a good ogling of their stern faced portraits, Shinra picked his few. He needed to keep a selection of course, in case some weren’t available. Also, it was Rhapsodos. The president shivered as he picked up the phone and glared at the direct call number on the top of file. That redhead was one heck of a sour puss. He hated to deal with him – loud, arrogant, always disapproving, always acting like he had a sword shoved up his ass. Good soldier, but damn was he…difficult. And if it weren’t for his bastard son’s infatuation with the faggot, plus blackmail from both the Rhapsodos family AND Lazard, he would have had Sephiroth ‘accidentally’ get him killed in the wastelands. But then Sephiroth himself had a bit of an ‘interest’ in him. What men saw in the flamer, Shinra had no idea! He was a complete big-headed lunatic for all he knew!
Shinra rolled his eyes. The damn bitch sure does love to take his time to answer the phone. How is he even in 1 st Class if he can’t be prompt? Is it because he’s bent over getting fucked by Sephiroth? Wait, was Sephiroth even taught any of that? He had to have a word with Hojo…
“ Commander Rhapsodos speaking, how may I help you? ”
He cleared his throat, “Ah, there’s my favourite commander in all of SOLDIER! It’s good you answered, very good.” Oh damn he really hated the sound of his irritating voice, “I have a file of the new recruits assigned to you. I was hoping we could…discuss the…well-being of them. You know, being the CEO of such a large company leads to great responsibility and I do love keeping informed of our newer members. It helps me feel progress. Like the greater good is right by our doorstep. I’m proud of SOLDIER and proud of all the new men coming in. Now…what good is a father without knowing his sons?”
Holy Minerva, did he really just-? Shinra facepalmed. His. Sons? Now this was going to be wrong on two levels…first abusing his power, now getting in the mood for some serious daddy/son roleplaying. It wasn’t beneath him, but the fact that it slipped out like that. Damn it! Even over the phone Shinra felt like he was being put on the spot by the bitchy 1 st .
“ Right…Okay…When do you need me by ?”
“Now would be great.”
“ I’m in a meeting with the general. I’ll be at your office shortly after, say, half an hour?”
Well Shinra just pictured the most awkward and painful looking orgy between Sephiroth, Lazard and Genesis in the director’s office with some SOLDIER guard filming the action. As an aside, half an hour really was too long to wait, but better getting the stupid commander rather than the general to bring a recruit over.
“That’ll be fine.” The president hung up. He was too damn horny to give a fuck what the redhead thought. Instead he turned to the pictures in front of him. William Kunsel, oh he had a cute face. Mako blue eyes and soft brown hair with freckles over his nose. He was so damn sweet looking. If the stupid ditz didn’t arrive on time he might have to bust a nut before he winds up with a blood clot or a hematoma or ruptured testicle or something! Then it would be a wasted erection.
DAMMIT! What was taking that bitch so long? He thought as he drummed his fingers on the desk, trying to distract himself with work, work that he basically paid other people to do for him while he sat in his office screwing escorts and interns, promising a good-paying job in return before he kicks them out, forgets their name and has them replaced with a new intern. Checking his watch, only 5 minutes went by, so he decided to watch some lacklustre amateur porn involving babysitters and a horny dad.
He had to admit. He did enjoy that daddy roleplaying. Because he was a man of power and men of power like to always be on top of the world – to be kings! Just as it was getting to the good part where the girls feed ‘daddy’ some cream pie, the president’s office doors burst open and a rather annoyed looking commander sat opposite him.
Quickly closing the window the porn was on, the president turned to the monster in front of him and smiled his big, fatherly smile. Genesis gave him snake eyes and crossed his arms.
“You called me, sir.” He deadpanned. He was in the middle of an important meeting with the general and the director about their upcoming stint in Wutai. Angeal was captured by their forces, his life threatened in exchange for peace and money. And while they were discussing very important life or death strategies, this nimrod who doesn’t even know what a battlefield is calls him to his office.
Said nimrod was sweating.
He cleared his throat, “Ahhh, yes Genesis…” damn this whore was venomous, “I was hoping you could bring me this boy.” He hands him the file and Genesis flicks through it, “He looks like a promising young hopeful. Could maybe be our next first class prodigy, what do you say?”
The commander raised a brow, “He’s a child. It would be at least another 3 or so years.”
The president swallowed. So? And? What’s the point Rhapsodos?! “Well yes…but I’d like to meet him.”
“What for? He’s good, but he’s not far from average.”
Shinra’s eye twitched, “I like to meet them. Just in case. You know, it’s good to meet a future first class soldier while they’re young. Gives them that extra boost in confidence to excel and reach their goal of becoming first!”
If Genesis wasn’t talking to his boss right now, he would have rolled his eyes and maybe hit him over the head with the folder. “Right…”
Well this was going nowhere! The president was getting more and more annoyed with the commander’s bitchy attitude and pushed the whole stack of files towards him.
“Here.” He said, “Why don’t you find me a hopeful then, commander? Expect a pay rise for this.”
Ahh the old pay rise trick. Gen-Gen knew all about that scam. Crossing his legs he started to ponder. What was it that the president wanted so badly with his new soldier? He knew he was wasting his time, time he could spend on actual work and saving his friend. He knew they wouldn’t kill Angeal, Angeal was too nice, but still. The work was important. Gingerly he took the stack of folders and flicked through to find a poor victim.
While the redheaded foe was shopping for the president, he turned back to his porn only to have an advertisement play over the muted video. He would have groaned if he didn’t have company, but still he watched it with half-minded attention…at first.
His eyes went wide. An advertisement for a gay BDSM porn site. Oh hell yeah! Clicking the link he was transported into a world, the good world, of submissive ‘sons’ and dominant ‘daddies’ doing all sorts of fun things. Like having them walk around humiliated in latex dresses and thigh high boots. Of CBT and whips, and leather harnesses and bitchy men turned into desperate, moaning submissives in pain begging for pleasure.
Looking up from his porn he watched the redhead and smirked. Hah, handsome and experienced rascal like him could turn that whining brat into a begging submissive sex doll. His cock went harder and he kept thinking about whipping him with his belt and him in stiletto leather boots, crying, his make up all over the place. He shook his head. That was fucked up. Or was it? He could only imagine how lucky Sephiroth must be for being able to turn that hot-headed whore into a sobbing, desperate mess.
Woah, what? Really? This bitch? And for some reason he was hard as diamond over that thought. But that was never going to happen. He hated him, he could do so much better. Like that sweet boy Kunsel. And maybe Cloud from the cadets. Oh man, was his dick oozing to cum or what?
Genesis’ nose twitched. There was something in the air, something aside from middle-aged man sweat.
“Have you chosen one?” Shinra asked, and Genesis turned to him.
He knew it!
The redhead smirked, “Yes. I have.”
YES! The president’s balls felt like they were on fire, he was practically jumping for joy…on the inside, “Oh? And who would that be?”
Genesis’ grin got wider, “You’ll have to wait, sir , and you’d need to have a discussion first, in private.”
The president’s heart sank, “In private?” are you kidding me? “Why?”
“Hmm…well he’s on a mission now, but he will be back tonight. He’s also very shy and very nervous, you’d have to…calm him down. He could pass out from shock, you know, from getting to meet such an esteemed individual as you.”
Even though the president was horny now and wanted to fuck something now, he had to admit…that sounded very, VERY appealing. If this kid was going to be so shy he needed to speak with him in private, oh and to make it better, he could invite him to his own penthouse…you know. To have him calm and at ease and all, for the honour of being told he’s a hopeful for first class, of course.
He smiled, “I like that, Genesis.” This was going to be good, he’d definitely see to Genesis getting a pay rise or promotion or something! He was his new favourite for sure, “Tell him to meet me in my quarters then. The penthouse.”
The commander nodded, “Certainly, sir…he should be there by 9pm.”
He showered, exfoliated, shaved his privates like the young ones liked, spritzed himself with Gucci cologne, got dressed in a black silk thong and put on his leopard skin bath robe. Damn, he was one sexy devil, he thought to himself as he combed over his thinning blonde hair humming a tune.
The doorbell rang and he quickly headed for the door. Palms sweaty as he opened the door, in his mind seeing a cute little play thing. Bam. Red hair, buttoned up trench coat with bitch all over.
The commander smiled, “Good evening, President Shinra.” He shoved his way inside, carrying a black duffel bag.
“What are you doing here?!” he yelled, bounding towards him, “Get out of my house! You were told to bring me a soldier, which you haven’t done!”
Genesis nodded, opening the large double doors that lead straight into the bedroom.
The president was furious and shook with rage, “I’ll call security!”
“Such a lovely room.”
He was the president of Shinra for crying out loud! The most powerful corporation known to man! But this redheaded bitch couldn’t care any less. What with the way he surveyed the room, heels clicking as he paced about before dumping his bag by the bed. Balling up his fists, Shinra was ready to pull out his phone and call the guards. That was until he had a soft, warm mouth against his.
“Really, sir? You asked for the best and here I am.” Genesis whispered in his ear.
President Shinra’s phone clattered to the ground. A hand was rubbing his viagra laden crotch as the most irritating, though admittedly very attractive, soldier tickled his golden moustache with a tongue heavy kiss. His knees almost gave out - a whirlwind of emotions spiralling around him between wanting to send this man off to a firing squad to wanting to fuck him senseless on his silk-sheeted bed. But he purred , he purred into the president’s mouth and so the old man tossed all preconceptions about the whore out the window. He wanted him. Oh yes, this filthy hoe wanted a piece of the most powerful man in the world in him.
Without a second thought, he had his hairy, oily hands on the firm, round globe of Genesis’ leather clad ass. The young man gasped, gazing back at him with flirtatious mako blue eyes. Shinra smirked - the bitch wasn’t half-bad. If he kept this up, hell he was getting paid leave. Like a nymphomaniac the redhead moaned and rubbed their groins together. Shinra shivered.
“Yeah, bitch. That’s right.” he groaned, drooling heavily as he rutted his tiny prick against the soldier’s thigh.
“FUCK!” A souped up super soldier crushing the family jewels was like a sledgehammer through the groin. That bitch kneed him right in the balls and the president was on his knees shouting in pain with tears in his eyes.
Shocked, he looked over his fat hairy stomach at him kissing and petting his hurting balls. What happened next was too fast and volatile for Shinra to even register it. The soldier had the president’s dick in his lush, wet mouth and then those eyes – those goddamned mako eyes flashed and the old man’s fat face was smothered by a pillow. He was stunned, he flailed. Tried to call security, but in a heartbeat he was spread like an X, cuffed and tied to the four posters of his bed.
“MPHF!” he cried, only to have the pillow be replaced by a ball-gag which forced its way into his mouth.
The bitch was fucking strong. One hand holding his head still, making the president, HIS BOSS , afraid to move his head least his neck would snap, while the other hand pried his mouth open and secured the gag.
The redhead dusted off his hands, “Silly old man. Thought you could cry for help when I had barely even begun my work.”
The commander pulled away his coat revealing an all-black form-fitting BDSM extravaganza. Boots laced up and buckled that came to mid-thigh, tight latex shorts, clear vinyl shirt with a shiny black corset around his itty bitty waist, D-ring collar and a body harness. The president gulped – Genesis snapped on a pair of black latex gloves, with a smug grin on his face. Donning a leather officer’s cap he straddled the President.
“Love the look, sir?” he asked, pulling open the old man’s robe to reveal his hideously overweight and hairy figure before ripping off his underwear. Small erection and loose fitting balls dribbling out of the torn fabric.
The president struggled against his bonds, hoping his guards would do their rounds and check on him. The commander tutted at him, before slapping his moustached face sending his combed over tresses aflight.
Genesis struck a match and extracted two red candles from his bag. Shinra could only stare up at him - eyes wide with fear as Genesis straddled him and lit the candles. The bitch sighed, rocking his ass against the small erection beneath him. The president’s hairy gut heaving with every breath as he feared every move the commander was to make.
Those plump red lips pulled into a sadistic grin as those burning red, hot candles tilted. Searing wax dripped onto his golden, furry chest - patches of skin and hair burning and sizzling as they dribbled down his fat torso. Shinra tried to shout in pain, but he could only chew on the ball in his mouth and watch as Genesis chuckled and continued his assault.
“Don’t fight it, Mr President. You’ll only make me want to do more to you.”
He would have whimpered if he could. Caught between fear and crippling sexual satisfaction as the wax dripped onto his hard nipples. Genesis blew, cooling the wax so it hardened before trailing the candles down the big, gluttonous belly. Swirling them about like he was casting a spell to the underworld as he ground his ass into the thin prick standing at attention between his thick cheeks.
CUM SLUT. Genesis smirked at his handiwork on his large canvas as Shinra twitched; his skin, pink like the pig he is, was going to be branded the next day since the ass couldn’t heal like a soldier. The president, despite the agony, was oozing from his cock head, slicking up the covered asshole of the bitch who rode him. Blowing out a candle, Genesis stood the other on the bedside table.
“Tell me, sir. Are you going to behave?” he asked.
The president glared at him. There was no way in hell Shinra was going to give this bitch whatever he wanted. That was, until he saw a hard leather belt wrapped around the redhead’s hand. He stood his ground - like a fool. The whore wouldn’t kill him, and once Shinra was free of these bonds, he was going to-
His eyes rolled into the back of his skull as his cock was enveloped in hot, wet warmth. It was easy for the slut to take that tiny cock into his mouth and swallow him whole. He sucked - drinking down his vile fluids as he palmed his boss’s sweaty balls. Shinra thrust up involuntarily and Genesis grinned thinking it cute that the old bastard thought he could make him choke with his small friend.
He pulled away, “I’ll ask you again, sir. Will you behave?” His strong hands gripped Shinra’s throbbing cock. Tighter and tighter. The head turned purple, those piercing blue eyes stared into his soul. He was afraid again. But so unmistakably aroused as his mind begged for that face to be in his crotch again. Shinra hated him, his blood was boiling - this man knew every way to crawl under someone’s skin and exploit them. And he knew it so well. The president could not wait to wipe that wretched smirk off his ugly face.
Genesis untied his bonds, though made sure those hands remained tied together, and flipped the old man over. Shinra’s face was smothered by a pillow - he struggled, turned his head to watch the sadist behind him. In a beat, the commander deep-throated the end of the lit candle stick. It was a sickening, sinful display - Genesis’ face splashed by drops of red wax, his swift tongue curling around the end of the red candle as if he were pleasuring it. He removed the candlestick and looked so full of himself. Raising his hand, he brought the belt down.
Shinra screamed in the back of his throat as welts dented into his ass cheeks - his fat rippling as Genesis struck him again. He was cackling, unrelenting as he whipped his boss. Shinra tried to cry out against the gag in his mouth - hoping someone would save him from the commander. But his little prick was enjoying it - slicking up his heavy, round stomach with fluid as the redhead flogged him. Tears welled up in his eyes and the old man sobbed into his pillows as the loud sounds of leather slashing him across the bottom resonated in his room. His skin was cut, bleeding.
Genesis threw the belt down, satisfied at the red seeping from his boss’s wounds. The man’s hairy asshole was beckoning - wincing with every blow and that only fueled his desire. Without any care, Genesis forced the end of the lit candle into Shinra’s loose, haemorrhoid laden ass. The president froze - feeling violated, dirty, wrong, only to then find himself yanked up by the few strands of gelled hair he had left. A proud cock stood by his face, released from their entrapment of tight latex.
“If you play nice, Mr President…I’ll make sure that candle doesn’t set fire to your rear.”
Shinra could not wait to see the day Genesis would finally stop being so cocksure and smiley. The day when he orders the Turks hunt him down and torture him. Maybe have a woman force him to pleasure her with that deft tongue of his in her cunt. He couldn’t wait to jack off onto his tear covered face and watch him break.
The gag came off and the commander fucked his cock into the president’s mouth. He gagged instantly, only making the bitch moan louder at the old man’s obvious distress.
“Mmm. Suck my cock, sir.” he demanded, grabbing Shinra’s fat face and slamming it up and down his dick.
Shinra moaned at the rough treatment, wanting to rub his little prick so badly, but too stubborn to give this bitch the satisfaction of seeing him break at the seams. The candle wicked away, hot wax dripping onto his balls, his hairs singing from the hot wax. He backed up, trying to spread his ass cheeks to stop the fire from burning his skin. His golden moustache covered in spit as he chocked on soldier cock.
It was burning now and he was growing desperate. Whimpering around the dick in his mouth, hoping the sadist had a glimmer of humanity. Genesis pulled away and puffed out the candle.
“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked, flipping the president onto his back, before pulling out the nub of wax and discarding it onto the floor.
Now was his opportunity whilst he caught his breath. But before he could bellow for his guards, he had a perfect mouth to his and the gentlest of kisses.
“Want to meet a good friend of mine?” sparks went off in those mako eyes and Shinra almost had a heart attack.
Ten inches with a six inch circumference - a giant, black cock waved in his face before disappearing down the commander’s throat. He moaned so deliciously, before extracting it. Shinra shook his head.
“N-no.” he whimpered only to then have the fat head of the dildo sink into his ass.
He groaned and grit his teeth as pain and sick pleasure shot up his spine. He was mad at himself now as he ground against the giant cock ramming its way into his ass as Genesis none too gently fucked him. “Take it, sir! Come on and take it like a real man!” he shouted before shoving all ten inches into the old man’s ass.
Genesis pushed him upright, Shinra too dazed to do or say anything as he strapped the cock down. Circling the bed, the commander was so pleased with himself. The old, fat man bound, defeated, sitting on a fat cock. He deserved a treat he thought.
Getting onto all fours, Genesis pulled Shinra’s head into between his cheeks. “Eat me out, sir. I beg of you.”
The president was happy to comply. Burying his round face into his warm, sexy ass, he licked that tight asshole. His cock was crying, as his lips and tongue pleasured the commander’s fuckhole.
“Fuck yourself on that cock.” Genesis commanded. And Shinra complied as his balls begged for release. His useless prick waved around as he fucked himself and tonguefucked the commander.
The commander turned around, feeding Shinra his cock as he reached down and jerked the old man’s dick. In seconds, the president pulled back and jerked about - eyes to the sky as his whole body convulsed hideously. His cock spat a pitiful amount into Genesis’ hands leaving the poor man unimpressed. Shinra bucked into his palm before slumping forward onto the redhead feeling like he was on the cusp of having a heart attack at the tender age of 59.
Grabbing Shinra by the chin, Genesis shoved his soiled hand into his face. “Clean this pitiful mess up, sir. What a shame…and here you were hoping you could fuck me senseless. All you’ve left me with is a soft cock and pity for your mistresses.”
The president was ashamed. Tears fell from his eyes as he licked the cold, slimey cum off the commander’s hand until it was clean.
Genesis laughed, “So pathetic, you are. There is no way in hell you’d be able to make me cum.”
Pushing president Shinra onto his back, Genesis straddled the old man’s chest as he jerked himself off. A slender hand gliding up and down his pretty dick as the other pinched and teased a pierced nipple through his translucent PVC shirt. Without a sound, Genesis came - thick, white streams spraying onto Shinra’s panting face, soiling his golden moustache.
It took seconds for the commander to catch his breath. And when he did, he put himself away - swung his coat back on, packed his items away and left.
The following week, President Shinra was late to the board meeting. He walked with a limp and cold coffee into the meeting room only to lock eyes with the smirking commander standing with arms crossed by Sephiroth’s side. The old man coughed before taking the head of the table. His cock swelled. Red hair flicked out of a smug face as he rose and saluted the President with the rest of the high ranking members of Shinra. They sat, Shinra moving his seat further than necessary to hide his ‘growing’ problem.
Genesis whispered to Sephiroth. Made a motion with his pinky finger and they laughed.
Sephiroth smiled. “If I may, I wish to start…President Shinra.” his deep voice boomed through the meeting room. Everyone else looking ordinary - bored and tired as they were for every other meeting, whilst Shinra felt too warm. Sweat rolled down his forehead, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the table tightly - a mixture of fear and desire welling in his chest.
“Y-yes, Sephiroth?”
The general grinned and looked to his commander before commencing, “How goes that request for additional funding for SOLDIER…and of course, our inevitable pay rise? 13% as we agreed or…?” he trailed off, a murderous glint to his eyes that no one else but Shinra saw.
He shook slightly, stammering a little as he tried to find the words. Those goddamned blue eyes were glowing at him again and he couldn’t look away, even when his bastard son frowned at him with mild curiosity. A lovely, pink tongue darted out of those plush red lips and licked them ever so subtly, but with all the sinful, crass intent mustering up images of a night that Shinra could not stop remembering.
“H-how about say…25%? Yeah? I…I believe you boys earned it.”
The redhead’s face softened ironically, “Oh President Shinra…how generous of you for recognising our efforts.”
Lazard nodded, “Yes. I am sure the soldiers would be delighted to hear this. And what of the funding? We are in need of training equipment, a new VR room, renovations to the entire SOLDIER floors…and a handsome relief fund.”
Scarlet scoffed, “Pah! Dream on, sweetie! That money’s for me…isn’t that right, honey?” she turned to the president, pulling her arms together so her tits spilled over her low neckline.
But Shinra had his eyes on the commander toying him, his hand gliding up and down his general’s back before not so subtly whispering to him as if the pair were lovers. The president was green - if money was what this bitch wanted, so be it.
“Write me an invoice, Deusericus and I’ll fill it. What do you need, 5 billion gil?”
Lazard readjusted his glasses, unfazed by the high offer as the rest of the directors gawked. Hojo spilt his coffee down his front and Heidegger was pulling out his beard. “That would be a good start.” he said, writing out an invoice and having a soldier present it.
The president signed it. Immediately, the funds were digitally moved once it was scanned into the system. The rest of the meeting moved along rapidly as Shinra’s hands were tied having dropped a quarter’s worth of profit into SOLDIER because his dick told him to.
Reeve had watched the meeting with scrutiny and post-meeting he hurried after the soldiers.
“Commander Rhapsodos!” he called, catching the man midway from sipping his tea in the SOLDIER break room.
“Tuesti, lovely seeing you.” he smiled, “Have a macaron. I made them this morning.“
“Oh thank you.” he said, taking two brightly coloured desserts.
“Have you met my newest soldier, Kunsel? He’s my ‘eyes in the sky’.”
A young man saluted Reeve, “Pleasure meeting you, sir!”
Reeve nodded in reply, face full of ganache and crunchy biscuit. “Genesis, I had been meaning to ask about that funding in the board meeting. You see, my department is in desperate need of development and I was wondering if you had any advice on broaching the topic with the president.”
Genesis laughed, “And you’re asking me?”
“You do have a silver tongue.”
“Reeve, I like you and I believe you have a noble task in your hands. But I’m not sure you really know what you’re asking.”
Reeve sighed, “I’ll wine and dine you if it comes to it. Just let me know how you did it. You can deflect as much as you like, but I have a strong suspicion you were behind this.”
The commander smirked. “Seeing as you’re so persistent…just let me have a word with the general first.”
Shinra never knew that the cameras in his home were hacked. Or that the moment Genesis got home he was bent over the dining table and fucked by a real man whose long, thick cock was dripping in excitement from having watched his ruthless commander order the pig around. Genesis needed to also have a private chat with Kunsel…see if Reeve had any cameras whose feed could be streamed straight to Sephiroth’s computer.
Pairing: Sephesis
Rating: T/sfw
Prompt: Apocalypse/Moonlight courtesy of @lilly-white
Word count: 2421
Summary: Genesis awakens and is confronted with a post-Shinra era world where Sephiroth has scorched the planet. Sephiroth has faith that his lover will join him.
A/N: Tag said sfw for this prompt...Look, I tried. I really, really did. But there are non-graphic mentions of sex. This is also more post-apocalyptic.
I see you there. Traveling always under the faint light of the night's sky. Riding in the passenger seat of a farmer's pick-up truck across the arid dust bowl of old mines and environmental wastelands. Hitched your ride in exchange for some head at a truck stop, you'd say. But he saw that flip knife in your hand and your eyes, bright like they were on the breezy plains of Eastern Wutai. You close your eyes. Not able to stand the sights and smells of burning cities. Of people rebuilding civilization in the image of a lost era.
They've forgotten you. Your charm. Your wit. Your betrayal. How your exercise in rebellion cost you your family, fame and fortune. Rendering you to the lonely, wondering soul that you are now; trying to find his way into a world so foreign to him. Even the lies they made of you were lost to time and war; I knew the Turks killed your parents, you always said you were adopted and appreciative, I also knew that you left with your engagement ring affixed to your left ring finger.
The farmer leaves you at the broken down train stop of Edge. From a night of coercion he told you about his wife and four children. How the cabbages in the back were to be sold so he could provide for them. Send those kids to college if there will be one again on the continent.
"E-Edge!" he yelped, knife to his throat. He tried to touch you in your sleep. His broken wrist remembers that, "It's where everyone is! Midgar...it's ain't a city no more. Rubble it all is. But Edge. That's the hub. The home of the new world government."
Pleads for his life he does. You took his word for it. Step into the rainy town, because a city without street lamps was a husk.
It's early afternoon and those clouds were thick like smoke. You weave your way through the streets, narrowly missing a rat chased by a small girl with a shiv. What did you wake to? Does it please you? Or do you wish that slumber had not ended?
You make your way to the only source of light you can see. Flashing neons, coffee in the air and flames crackling. Seventh Heaven.
POSITION AVAILABLE
APPLY INSIDE!
A job. Get to know the locals. Facilitate some income. Find yourself. Is a bartender your calling?
The bell above the door rings as you enter. A woman approaches. Smiling. Cheerful. But mature.
"Hi! Welcome to Seventh Heaven. Name's Tifa, I run this gig. New face, you are. Not a bad one either." She winks, you smile.
"Certainly not as pleasant as yours." You turn on that charm. She laughs. Your lip curls in that smug, self-important manner.
"So, what can I get for you, new man?"
You sit at the bar, eyeing the menu written on the chalkboard.
"If it's not too much of a bother...a pina colada. Don't skimp on the umbrellas either."
"Would two umbrellas be enough?"
"I won't be happy until there's at least four."
She talks to you. Teases you. Watches you try to drink your alcoholic concoction between six umbrellas. "If they fall off, I'll charge you double."
She has a foster child. She takes care of two children. She runs a bar and diner all on her own. She's got an Avalanche HQ sign stuck to the wall, and a picture of her and a troupe of interesting characters.
"You know...you look really familiar." she says, "Are those mako eyes?"
You smirk. "I'm not sure of the state of Avalanche today, but rest assured, I'm more interested in applying for that bartending job you have available than standing in the way of whatever it is you plan to do."
She nods. "How good are you in the kitchen, soldier boy?"
Tifa trusts you. She probably remembers you vaguely flying around Nibelheim. How you watched as Zack left her behind. How you foolishly, for a brief moment had the weakness to cast a healing spell to delay her injuries and wipe away the blood from her face. You shouted for help, had a disguised clone help drag her to safety before departing. Maybe. That or she's stupid enough to trust you.
You make dinner service a breeze. She gives you an impromptu pay rise for making good candied apples and seared steak.
"Come on, just say hi!" she drags a reluctant you out of the kitchen and presents you to everyone, "This is the man behind the magic!"
You know them. One squints foolishly at you. And the other has shock written on his face.
You ignore them. Thank the clapping ones for their compliments. Chat for a bit, before tapping out for a breather.
"I know ya." You turn to face the cigarette puffing engineer.
"So, you've joined Avalanche, Highwind."
"Genesis Fucking Rhapsodos."
"It's Francis actually." you joke.
Cid cusses. "He's dead, yaknow. Or at least we all sure hope so."
"I've gathered from what I've seen. But do you know where he was killed?"
"What? You plannin' on makin' a funeral?" he shakes his head and speaks to you sincerely. Or at least as sincerely as an uncouth bastard could, "Look. I get it. You two were an item. But what he became...not even human. No human could call on a meteor to destroy the planet. Sure a human could damn well wish for it ta happen, but the shit he's done...you'd have killed him yourself."
You smirk. I wondered what you were thinking. Maybe you wanted to agree. Maybe you wanted to punch his eyes out of their sockets. But whatever it was. You worked hard. Gained their trust. Slowly learnt more about me. Stuck around that Tifa woman. Joked with her. Bought her gifts. Took her out to dinners and cabaret shows. Everyone was loving you.
But Tifa especially talks to you openly and honestly. Takes you on expeditions. Trusts you deeply. Believes you to be a good man who will aid them. Tells you of all the tragedy I have caused - the deaths, the attempts to end all life. But did she ever tell you that I did all of this for you? For your legacy? I had plans for us. To have a world where it is only you and I. So no one could destroy the bonds we have and force us apart again. I regret...it's my only regret, that I did not leave with you. Had only I not been so foolish to believe you spun lies out of jealousy - to believe the rhetoric about you that Shinra fed. For I trusted that opinion more than my own instinct - than the own knowledge I had from having you in my bed and you as my only love. How could I believe that they knew more of the man I would die for than I did myself?
But you understand this. You know me. You know what actions I would take. You know that you were the greatest thing in my life. That I would bow to you and work for your favour. That I would abandon whatever motive I had if you so disagreed.
Tifa trusts you. But do you trust her? Or do you trust your knowing of the man you called your Gift of the Goddess? You humor her. You called her a sister. Worked her into your palms. What are your plans for her, exactly? No one seems to mind your relationship. The children appreciate having a father figure who wasn't a broody brat that vanished for days and weeks. You taught them poems and arithmetic. Took them to school, went scavenging for children's tales and other books, took them kite flying in the plains. You've always been a kind-hearted spirit. I believe my brothers would have appreciated just as much listening to you talk about the apple trees by the fireplace and being tucked into bed after you made sure they brushed their teeth.
But Cloud. He felt threatened. Reeve had teased him about you stealing the show - putting more work and effort into rebuilding camaraderie and the city. Tifa confides in you hushedly, asking for romantic advice. You take her hand and speak to her sincerely. But he cannot here you. Only see as you whisper in her ear and she giggles. You made a crass joke about your preferences.
That cadet shattered a bottle and tried to gash your pretty face.
"Cloud!" Tifa had shouted. He hit the bottle hard. Gone for days at a time, but felt like he owned the woman. I'd have never done that to you.
But you just shrug. Feint and counter. Put him in his place with your boot to his chest. "There are children around." you whisper.
He breaks from you and Tifa questions him.
He points at you. "Do you know who he is?!"
"Yeah...my employee. He makes good margaritas and I'm not losing him to your stupidity!"
"I just...I just hate seeing you two so..."
"So what, Cloud?"
"So...So flirty!"
"Flirty?!"
You laugh. Maniacally so. You grab the edge of the bar to stop yourself from falling. Tifa sniggers. "He's not like that...you know. He's a man's man."
Cloud was confused. "The hell you mean?"
You wipe away a tear. "Meet me at a glory hole and I'll show you."
It became known as the day Cloud stopped being a complete ass to you. Tried to know who you were. Realised he knew so little of SOLDIER. Asked you to help him clear out Old Midgar of the dredge left behind. Bizarre monsters, the products of escaped Shinra experiments and the corruption of geostigma.
You work late into the night. Sent Cloud home early as the pack had thinned. He took off. Leaving you here. Alone. Picking through what were the remains of our apartment with only the light of your lantern guiding you.
December in Modeoheim. What were we thinking, you thought as you picked up the shards of a broken snow globe. You find the mattress. Burned, broken. You cut it open. Dig through the stuffing. You find it. Coordinates. Of Loveless Avenue, the one restored sector of Midgar.
I was waiting. Rented a room. Wore contact lenses to hide my eyes. Cut my hair. Became a blonde with an eye patch. A man named Seth Faremis. I smoked on the street corner. Waving away adamant street walkers that went by. And you were there. Standing in front of the bright lights of the Loveless Theater. Thinking about all the plays that you had seen here. The way you'd lean against me, hold my hand, whisper to me. You were so vibrant then. Like the life of the planet vanished with you and had returned.
I walk to greet you. Either you were pretending to ignore me, or you were planning to leave. But I knew that you felt my presence. You always had. You at least believed that I was still alive. But the face that greeted you...I saw that disappointment. But you entertained me. We saw a play together. Found a private dwelling of rubble in the Midgar ruins to make love on. I said how I never wanted this night to end. And you placed your hands over my throat.
"Where is he?" you ask, eyes alight with that determination which keeps me yearning.
I grin, "Deepground."
You start digging. You know the site. And I help you for the time being. We hit steel and make the descent. Your body aflame as you take control of the facility - slicing through the guards and muscle that stood in your way, blasting through defenses, reminding the world again of the power and finesse of a fine SOLDIER. The scientists try to shut you out. Call for Code Red and attempt to evacuate. The halls run red of the last of Shinra blood. You hurry to the central most room and the sight that greets you...
"I've found you..." you say. You kiss me. Thank me. Farewell me. Until I leave that corporeal form, this avatar, clone, and re-enter myself.
Bound to a chair. Gagged. I open my eyes and see you break into the white padded room using a computer virus that you used for years with your espionage team.
I'm pleased. To see you with my own eyes in my own flesh. Those full, red lips. That soft, auburn hair. Those heavy-lidded slanted eyes. You had always been so beautiful.
And now. What will you do? Will you release me? Will you embark on that journey you hoped for so long? The one where you walk down the aisle, exchange vows and say I do. We could do that. We could rule this planet, not hide ourselves, scurrying away after dark. Pretending that your bed was not indented with the form of my body. We could do so much together. Could live the life we wanted. The one where we had an estate and a dog. The one where I would prepare firewood as you glaze the roast. The one where we traveled the world not as warriors, but us culture enthusiasts. You always loved the raw fish from Wutai. You would never put an end to all of that
Let's go to the hot springs. Relax. Take some time together. Plan that eternal future we will have slowly.
"I love you." You say. So softly and sweetly. You sit on my lap, unbind the cloth from my mouth...I kissed you. You kissed back.
"Genesis..." I say, not knowing where to begin and end, "It's been so long."
You unbind me. Believing that a wise decision and help me out into the dark. Where should we go in a world I am unwelcome? Under the cloak of a thick night we flee. Into the barren wastelands where the moon hangs high and you look so indelible writhing under the silver light above me. Moaning my name with the cricket's chirping. I touch your soft, warm skin, kiss your neck, watch the stars. Taste the milk of paradise.
We're panting. I open my eyes. Expecting to see your blushing face, tousled hair and soft, hazy blue eyes. But I saw the barrel of a gun. A gift from your father you stowed away.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: Sephesis
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Bootblacking courtesy of @lilly-white
Word count: 1349
Summary: Sephiroth shines Genesis’ boots. Using some unconventional methods. I’ll let you hazard a guess.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Finally updated this damn fic! For those who haven’t read it, it’s basically an AU where Genesis is a psychologist who uses Grindr because he’s lonely.
Latest chapter features:
Rating: Mature, but not explicit like other chapters
Pairing: Sephiroth/Genesis
Word Count: approx 6000 words
Summary: Genesis goes on a date with a neurosurgeon named Sephiroth and invites him back home. ;)
