Lessons Learned - Chapter Three
More Lessons Learned for you hungry hounds. Bear with me as I try to introduce a little more plot, as well as some smut.
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Genesis knew there were twenty four of the dulled steel tiles on the ceiling of his bedroom. Angeal's room had the same number. They were the standard issue 2nd class floor bedrooms, but while on his back in Nate's bedroom, his hands fisted as he tugged at the cuffs that bound them, he smiled, despite his current predicament. His breath ghosted hot over the other man's ear, ruffling the dark waves of the other SOLDIER's hair, blowing it irritatedly as it flopped back down into his face.
“There are twenty eight tiles on your ceiling, lover,” he said softly, his voice hitching with each of the other man's thrusts.
Nate snorted somewhat dejectedly and upped the ante, lifting Genesis' legs over his shoulders, one handedly holding himself over the redhead while his unoccupied hand firmly stroked the flesh between them. The added stimulation had Genesis writhing even more, his hands opening and closing, showing the bright red half moons on his palms where his fingernails had dug in.
“How...how come such a simple statement gets you so- ...ohhh, that's marvelous,” Genesis cooed, his eyes closed tightly and his mouth agape.
Nate ignored the question, his mind set upon making the lithesome Banoran come, as eager to taste it as he was to fill Genesis with his own. He knew how many tiles there were on his own ceiling as well, after counting them for months, as a single man with only his hand for comfort in the fading light. The rooms at the end of the corridor were always longer than the others on the same floor, giving rise to the additional tiles.
Genesis cried out as he came, arching his back and thrusting up into Nate's tightly fisted hand, grunting through clenched teeth and slowly riding out the ebbing waves as they coursed down the length of his slowly cramping body. The Mideelian SOLDIER let the other's legs fall from his shoulders and he parted Genesis' legs with both hands on his thighs, stretching the slimmer man open and taking him hard. His hair hung in his eyes and cascaded down from his back as he moved, the inky strands normally tied back in a tight tail.
He opened sky blue eyes to stare into Genesis' face, grimacing sharply as the redhead lifted his hands and fisted them in Nate's hair, tugging hard enough to stab pain into the larger man's scalp. Nate panted and thrust again; once, twice and was lost, his head falling and his eyes tightly closed as he felt the deliciously slippery feeling of his member sliding back and forth within Genesis' flooded passage.
Nate sat back on his knees after flicking the catch on the cuffs and let Genesis climb off of the bed, reaching to the side to fetch the glass of wine he had started before engaging the redhead in their little rendezvous. A stickler for cleanliness, Genesis always tidied up afterwards, then returned to wipe his lover down with a warm cloth. The other 2nd classman grinned as Genesis gave him a little stroke as he cleaned him, leaning back a little bit with the wine held to his lips, his tongue slowly licking the rim of the elegant crystal goblet.
“Tease me any more, Gen, and you're gonna find yourself havin' to clean up again.”
Genesis smirked and leaned in for a kiss, licking at Nate's bottom lip before nipping it lovingly, the smirk turning into a smile as Nate pushed forward to join them together. They parted with a tiny pop and Genesis wandered back to the bathroom, giving his partner a chance to get dressed. They were on a somewhat tight schedule, as the Loveless performance they were to see started in less than an hour, and Genesis would take nearly that much time to primp and preen himself until he fairly glowed with perfection.
Nate, on the other hand, had a simple pair of dress slacks, a high collared sleeveless shirt and a pair of polished riding boots set aside, ready for the evening ahead. Even Genesis knew that Nate Sindejo was a simple man, if beautiful and somewhat kinkier than his casual lovers in the past, and he hardly ever wore jewelry or accessories of any kind for one simple reason.
Genesis was his accessory.
How much more attractive and desirable would a man seem to the viewing public, if he had a creature as lovely and sought after as the redheaded Banoran hanging from his arm?
Genesis stepped back out to grab his favourite hairbrush and leaned against the other man, nuzzling the dark, wavy hair.
“Go on. I'll be in the livin' room.” Nate gave Genesis' ass a firm slap, attempting to usher him off. “Don't take too long, though. Gotta pick somethin' up before we get there, remember?”
Genesis waved a hand dismissively and closed the bathroom door behind him, running the water to wash his face no doubt, as the self centered redhead prided himself on it as his most alluring feature. Few people would deny him that right, however.
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Angeal had been dumbfounded by Sephiroth's answer, but he refused to let the excitement show. The redness of his cheeks and the slur in his voice was enough of a show to put on, why would he let the brave 1st classman see him with another weakening emotion written on his face?
“I'm not going to leave Genesis behind,” he stated simply, his hand reaching for the remainder of the bottle, though Sephiroth swatted him away from it.
“I think you've had enough.”
The younger man scowled and let his hand fall, watching with slight jealousy as Sephiroth poured the rest into his own glass, downed it in one gulp and pushed the dirty glassware towards the bartender, who took it with a raised eyebrow. It was something, the bartender mused silently, to watch ShinRa's mako-enhanced SOLDIER's drink. They could hold their liquor and still walk straight, but the glow in their eyes was frightening.
“I think I'm going to head back before I make a bigger fool of myself than I already have. Permission to leave, Commander?”
Sephiroth snorted softly and moved to stand, his hair neatly tucked back in its ponytail, whereas it would normally have taken over through every minute movement he made. The darker male watched the stronger SOLDIER leave, confused by the stack of gil sitting on the bar where Sephiroth's hands had been resting. Angeal angrily shoved them towards the bartender, who scooped them down into his apron without even asking, his placid smile haunting Angeal as he turned his back and left.
Irritating. That was what Angeal's mind described Sephiroth as. The man was a true wonder; all silvery hair and strong muscles, though he looked so breakable and delicate. No man having seen him in battle would describe him as such, but Angeal had seen both his business side and his personal side-if only for a few moments before drunkenness set in-and irritating was still the adjective he chose to apply.
Cool green eyes watched him stumble out of the bar. Angeal tried to stay as composed as possible but he still staggered each time he met an obstacle he could not best; the lip of the fountain, seemingly so far from his grasp, met his shin with a wicked thump. The few steps up the front of the ShinRa building leading into the main lobby also posed a problem, as did the flight of stairs that led up to the elevators, but with his hand on the railing and gritted teeth, the 2nd classman made it to the lifts, punching in his floor number and leaning heavily against the mirrored wall, his stomach lurching as it came to a halt.
Minutes before, Genesis and Nate had ducked out of the back entrance to the ShinRa building, sneaking past the sentrymen guarding the door. It was easy when they were preoccupied with talking to a pair of giggling girls and Genesis made a a sour face at them behind their backs, earning himself a clap on the backside from his Mideelian lover.
Lucky for Angeal that they had not met in the hallway. Genesis would have sworn off the evening, left Nate in a bind and remained with the drunk Banoran, ruining his own plans and babying Angeal until he sobered up. Then the argument and chastising would begin, neither of which Angeal wanted at that moment. His soft bed and a good night's rest would have been enough, if not for the pressing urge he could feel deep inside of himself, aching to be released.
It was the whiskey's fault. Heavy alcohol and beautiful company had the same effect on him as sparkly things and theater tickets affected Genesis. He groaned as he pulled off his civilian clothes, tossing them in his hamper for cleaning in the morning. Brushed teeth, a bathroom break or even a gentle wash of his scruffy face were forgotten, as Angeal climbed into his bed in the nude, his head impacting the pillow with a loud fluff, the scent of clean linen invading his nostrils.
Coordination lost but not forgotten, Angeal lifted his legs a little and firmly planted his feet in the cool sheets, his knees apart and his right hand falling between them, palming the entirety of his arousal and giving him a firm surface to grind up against. He bared his teeth as he growled from the delicious feeling of it, his eyes falling closed as the constant shifting of the lights outside of his window caused an odd sense of vertigo to begin, roiling the contents of his stomach to dangerous levels.
With a snarl he only showed in anger, he snatched his cock up into his fist, holding it without moving, simply feeling the heartbeat from the heated flesh, his hips begging to move as much as his hand wished to as well. He thumbed over the flushed head and then paused for a moment, as the tingling sensation flared and subsided. The action was repeated multiple times, each with the same effect, arousing him further and only making the surface more slippery for his entire hand.
The burly Banoran lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted the clear liquid on his fingers, adding more growls to his vocabulary before diving back in to finish the job. It was angry, that much was obvious, as he worked the stiff organ quickly, almost too firmly to even be pleasurable any longer. Like a punishment for being drunk and making a fool of himself in front of the beautiful commander, Angeal worked his cock with fervor, bucking his hips into his hand each time he brought it down to the base and then relaxing into the sheets when his hand retreated.
Licking dry lips, Angeal frowned into the darkness of his bedroom the moment he erupted, his scowl descending into more of a sneer, with one lip curled up suggestively. His eyes, having fallen closed at the beginning of his ascent, remained as such, though they were squeezed shut out of sheer mental agony. His mind should have been clear, or at least filled with images of delicious sexual deeds he had done to him in the past or would like to have done in the future, but his mind was hazy instead, filled with images of the silver-haired commander.
No compromising situations for dear Sephiroth, however. In his uniform, the elegant commander stood in the center of the Continental plains, his sword held in one hand while the other held an insignia plate, engraved with ShinRa's logo. It was a choice Angeal would have to make and as he cried out his release with a grunt and a shower of hot seed, the image remained, as if burned into the back of his eyes. Angrily, he wiped at the cooling pools with his sheets, climbed off of the bed and stripped it down, tossing the soiled linens into the hamper as well, scowling at the amount of laundry he would have to account for the next morning.
The image had been a somewhat sobering one and without stagger or totter, Angeal padded to the bathroom and ran water for a bath, eying the clock with an angry stare. It was still early enough that Genesis would not return-though he was staying with Nate anyway, Angeal's non-forgetful side reminded him-and he could still get the paperwork from the previous day's battle done without interruption.
He lowered himself into the tub and let his eyes close again, not hearing the door to his quarters opening, nor did he hear the soft click of the lock engaging its counterpart. Awash in a sea of hot, calming water, the 2nd classman slumped in the tub, prevented from going under by his arms draped over the sides like an anchor. The visitor peered around the door and smiled softly, crossing the threshold and taking a seat on the closed toilet, his legs crossed and a book carefully propped open with one hand, while the other held his head, supported by the vanity beside him.
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Genesis knew there were twenty four of the dulled steel tiles on the ceiling of his bedroom. Angeal's room had the same number. They were the standard issue 2nd class floor bedrooms, but while on his back in Nate's bedroom, his hands fisted as he tugged at the cuffs that bound them, he smiled, despite his current predicament. His breath ghosted hot over the other man's ear, ruffling the dark waves of the other SOLDIER's hair, blowing it irritatedly as it flopped back down into his face.
“There are twenty eight tiles on your ceiling, lover,” he said softly, his voice hitching with each of the other man's thrusts.
Nate snorted somewhat dejectedly and upped the ante, lifting Genesis' legs over his shoulders, one handedly holding himself over the redhead while his unoccupied hand firmly stroked the flesh between them. The added stimulation had Genesis writhing even more, his hands opening and closing, showing the bright red half moons on his palms where his fingernails had dug in.
“How...how come such a simple statement gets you so- ...ohhh, that's marvelous,” Genesis cooed, his eyes closed tightly and his mouth agape.
Nate ignored the question, his mind set upon making the lithesome Banoran come, as eager to taste it as he was to fill Genesis with his own. He knew how many tiles there were on his own ceiling as well, after counting them for months, as a single man with only his hand for comfort in the fading light. The rooms at the end of the corridor were always longer than the others on the same floor, giving rise to the additional tiles.
Genesis cried out as he came, arching his back and thrusting up into Nate's tightly fisted hand, grunting through clenched teeth and slowly riding out the ebbing waves as they coursed down the length of his slowly cramping body. The Mideelian SOLDIER let the other's legs fall from his shoulders and he parted Genesis' legs with both hands on his thighs, stretching the slimmer man open and taking him hard. His hair hung in his eyes and cascaded down from his back as he moved, the inky strands normally tied back in a tight tail.
He opened sky blue eyes to stare into Genesis' face, grimacing sharply as the redhead lifted his hands and fisted them in Nate's hair, tugging hard enough to stab pain into the larger man's scalp. Nate panted and thrust again; once, twice and was lost, his head falling and his eyes tightly closed as he felt the deliciously slippery feeling of his member sliding back and forth within Genesis' flooded passage.
Nate sat back on his knees after flicking the catch on the cuffs and let Genesis climb off of the bed, reaching to the side to fetch the glass of wine he had started before engaging the redhead in their little rendezvous. A stickler for cleanliness, Genesis always tidied up afterwards, then returned to wipe his lover down with a warm cloth. The other 2nd classman grinned as Genesis gave him a little stroke as he cleaned him, leaning back a little bit with the wine held to his lips, his tongue slowly licking the rim of the elegant crystal goblet.
“Tease me any more, Gen, and you're gonna find yourself havin' to clean up again.”
Genesis smirked and leaned in for a kiss, licking at Nate's bottom lip before nipping it lovingly, the smirk turning into a smile as Nate pushed forward to join them together. They parted with a tiny pop and Genesis wandered back to the bathroom, giving his partner a chance to get dressed. They were on a somewhat tight schedule, as the Loveless performance they were to see started in less than an hour, and Genesis would take nearly that much time to primp and preen himself until he fairly glowed with perfection.
Nate, on the other hand, had a simple pair of dress slacks, a high collared sleeveless shirt and a pair of polished riding boots set aside, ready for the evening ahead. Even Genesis knew that Nate Sindejo was a simple man, if beautiful and somewhat kinkier than his casual lovers in the past, and he hardly ever wore jewelry or accessories of any kind for one simple reason.
Genesis was his accessory.
How much more attractive and desirable would a man seem to the viewing public, if he had a creature as lovely and sought after as the redheaded Banoran hanging from his arm?
Genesis stepped back out to grab his favourite hairbrush and leaned against the other man, nuzzling the dark, wavy hair.
“Go on. I'll be in the livin' room.” Nate gave Genesis' ass a firm slap, attempting to usher him off. “Don't take too long, though. Gotta pick somethin' up before we get there, remember?”
Genesis waved a hand dismissively and closed the bathroom door behind him, running the water to wash his face no doubt, as the self centered redhead prided himself on it as his most alluring feature. Few people would deny him that right, however.
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Angeal had been dumbfounded by Sephiroth's answer, but he refused to let the excitement show. The redness of his cheeks and the slur in his voice was enough of a show to put on, why would he let the brave 1st classman see him with another weakening emotion written on his face?
“I'm not going to leave Genesis behind,” he stated simply, his hand reaching for the remainder of the bottle, though Sephiroth swatted him away from it.
“I think you've had enough.”
The younger man scowled and let his hand fall, watching with slight jealousy as Sephiroth poured the rest into his own glass, downed it in one gulp and pushed the dirty glassware towards the bartender, who took it with a raised eyebrow. It was something, the bartender mused silently, to watch ShinRa's mako-enhanced SOLDIER's drink. They could hold their liquor and still walk straight, but the glow in their eyes was frightening.
“I think I'm going to head back before I make a bigger fool of myself than I already have. Permission to leave, Commander?”
Sephiroth snorted softly and moved to stand, his hair neatly tucked back in its ponytail, whereas it would normally have taken over through every minute movement he made. The darker male watched the stronger SOLDIER leave, confused by the stack of gil sitting on the bar where Sephiroth's hands had been resting. Angeal angrily shoved them towards the bartender, who scooped them down into his apron without even asking, his placid smile haunting Angeal as he turned his back and left.
Irritating. That was what Angeal's mind described Sephiroth as. The man was a true wonder; all silvery hair and strong muscles, though he looked so breakable and delicate. No man having seen him in battle would describe him as such, but Angeal had seen both his business side and his personal side-if only for a few moments before drunkenness set in-and irritating was still the adjective he chose to apply.
Cool green eyes watched him stumble out of the bar. Angeal tried to stay as composed as possible but he still staggered each time he met an obstacle he could not best; the lip of the fountain, seemingly so far from his grasp, met his shin with a wicked thump. The few steps up the front of the ShinRa building leading into the main lobby also posed a problem, as did the flight of stairs that led up to the elevators, but with his hand on the railing and gritted teeth, the 2nd classman made it to the lifts, punching in his floor number and leaning heavily against the mirrored wall, his stomach lurching as it came to a halt.
Minutes before, Genesis and Nate had ducked out of the back entrance to the ShinRa building, sneaking past the sentrymen guarding the door. It was easy when they were preoccupied with talking to a pair of giggling girls and Genesis made a a sour face at them behind their backs, earning himself a clap on the backside from his Mideelian lover.
Lucky for Angeal that they had not met in the hallway. Genesis would have sworn off the evening, left Nate in a bind and remained with the drunk Banoran, ruining his own plans and babying Angeal until he sobered up. Then the argument and chastising would begin, neither of which Angeal wanted at that moment. His soft bed and a good night's rest would have been enough, if not for the pressing urge he could feel deep inside of himself, aching to be released.
It was the whiskey's fault. Heavy alcohol and beautiful company had the same effect on him as sparkly things and theater tickets affected Genesis. He groaned as he pulled off his civilian clothes, tossing them in his hamper for cleaning in the morning. Brushed teeth, a bathroom break or even a gentle wash of his scruffy face were forgotten, as Angeal climbed into his bed in the nude, his head impacting the pillow with a loud fluff, the scent of clean linen invading his nostrils.
Coordination lost but not forgotten, Angeal lifted his legs a little and firmly planted his feet in the cool sheets, his knees apart and his right hand falling between them, palming the entirety of his arousal and giving him a firm surface to grind up against. He bared his teeth as he growled from the delicious feeling of it, his eyes falling closed as the constant shifting of the lights outside of his window caused an odd sense of vertigo to begin, roiling the contents of his stomach to dangerous levels.
With a snarl he only showed in anger, he snatched his cock up into his fist, holding it without moving, simply feeling the heartbeat from the heated flesh, his hips begging to move as much as his hand wished to as well. He thumbed over the flushed head and then paused for a moment, as the tingling sensation flared and subsided. The action was repeated multiple times, each with the same effect, arousing him further and only making the surface more slippery for his entire hand.
The burly Banoran lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted the clear liquid on his fingers, adding more growls to his vocabulary before diving back in to finish the job. It was angry, that much was obvious, as he worked the stiff organ quickly, almost too firmly to even be pleasurable any longer. Like a punishment for being drunk and making a fool of himself in front of the beautiful commander, Angeal worked his cock with fervor, bucking his hips into his hand each time he brought it down to the base and then relaxing into the sheets when his hand retreated.
Licking dry lips, Angeal frowned into the darkness of his bedroom the moment he erupted, his scowl descending into more of a sneer, with one lip curled up suggestively. His eyes, having fallen closed at the beginning of his ascent, remained as such, though they were squeezed shut out of sheer mental agony. His mind should have been clear, or at least filled with images of delicious sexual deeds he had done to him in the past or would like to have done in the future, but his mind was hazy instead, filled with images of the silver-haired commander.
No compromising situations for dear Sephiroth, however. In his uniform, the elegant commander stood in the center of the Continental plains, his sword held in one hand while the other held an insignia plate, engraved with ShinRa's logo. It was a choice Angeal would have to make and as he cried out his release with a grunt and a shower of hot seed, the image remained, as if burned into the back of his eyes. Angrily, he wiped at the cooling pools with his sheets, climbed off of the bed and stripped it down, tossing the soiled linens into the hamper as well, scowling at the amount of laundry he would have to account for the next morning.
The image had been a somewhat sobering one and without stagger or totter, Angeal padded to the bathroom and ran water for a bath, eying the clock with an angry stare. It was still early enough that Genesis would not return-though he was staying with Nate anyway, Angeal's non-forgetful side reminded him-and he could still get the paperwork from the previous day's battle done without interruption.
He lowered himself into the tub and let his eyes close again, not hearing the door to his quarters opening, nor did he hear the soft click of the lock engaging its counterpart. Awash in a sea of hot, calming water, the 2nd classman slumped in the tub, prevented from going under by his arms draped over the sides like an anchor. The visitor peered around the door and smiled softly, crossing the threshold and taking a seat on the closed toilet, his legs crossed and a book carefully propped open with one hand, while the other held his head, supported by the vanity beside him.