FIC: Burn, Genesis/Sephiroth/Angeal, PG-13
Title: Burn
Pairing: Genesis/Sephiroth/Angeal
Warnings: Genesis's scary thoughts. blood, violence, not very smutty, un-beta'd
Notes: This was done for rounds_of_kink
He lived for this.
The rush, the feeling of power, the pain and joy of it all. The splatter of blood. The increase of breath. All of his senses screaming at him to pull back, before it was too late.
“Genesis!”
His thoughts bleed into reality. Green eyes snaps to Angeal’s face, then flicks over to study Sephiroth. They were both covered in the same gore he was. Sephiroth, beautiful Sephiroth, his moonlight hair soaked, decorated, in crimson blood. Angeal studies him, wild concern in his eyes.
“It’s not enough.”
The only hint he got was the slight tensing of muscles in Sephiroth’s neck before the general flies at him. Genesis parries the thrust that would have pierced his heart, laughing. Angeal growled, but repeats the same action. He wasn’t as fast as Sephiroth, but he was just as strong. Genesis was soaring now, adrenaline bubbling like a drug in his veins. It was not enough. He needed more.
It was a dance they had learned from years of experience. Mako was not an easy thing to take. It corroded their patience, making them more vicious on the battleground. They needed an outlet, a way to release the insanity, to keep it at bay.
Sephiroth wasn’t attacking him with the same intensity he usually did. He was hanging back, almost like he was humouring the situation. Genesis’s fury rises to such intensity that it felt like it was going to come out of him, to burn both Angeal and Sephiroth. That image, of them scalded, their flesh bubbling with the heat just adds to this overwhelming emotion. He starts to attack with greater strength, tries to goad them. Angeal burns. Like a supernova. Like the sun. Genesis wants that fire, wants it for himself. Wants the beauty. The intensity. Sephiroth is stone-blank. But the fight is affecting him. The strikes are getting harder, sending bone-deep shocks into Genesis’s hands.
Angeal frowned, spinning out of the way. “You need to stop this. Breathe. Focus on now.”
A nice suggestion. He ignored it.
Sephiroth now has a grim smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. Genesis grinned back. This was a good sign. This was what he wanted. He moves closer, wanting to capture the fiery rage of the others. Angeal frowns, steps back. But Sephiroth allows it.
And then it happens.
The long blade of the general’s sword bit into his side. Genesis cries out, spinning to fall on the ground. Angeal says something, but he can’t hear it. He’s reached it. The fire is caught in his side, mingling with the pain. He laughs, eyes taking in Sephiroth. The SOLDIER blinks once, twice, three times. The sun hangs behind his frame, making him look like heavenly visage. Angeal curses, fumbles for heal material. But Genesis stops him. Presses his blood soaked hand into Angeal’s arm, leaving red handprints on the strong flesh.
“Not right now. I want to remember this.”
Angeal’s frown darkens into something else entirely. Regret. Understanding. And maybe a little disgust that he buries in the corner of his eye.
“This is going to get you killed one day.”
Again Genesis laughs, throwing his head back. “I can only hope.”