#『 ♰ || co03. I do what I have to. I have people to protect. [Final Fantasy VIIR] 』

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@poeticphoenix​​​ gets a short starter.

            『 ❝ well you aren’t the sort I expected to run into out here. ❞ 』 the remark was made before Nero could stop himself from speaking up, but he rolled with it anyway and moved to rest his beloved sword, Red Queen, against his shoulder, free hand moving to rest on his hip.             he’d been out hunting down some fiends when he’d run into the crimson clad man and his guard was still up, even if his stance was casual and friendly. he knew better then to trust any strangers you meet unless they give him reason to believe they wouldn’t attack him the moment his back was turned.

            『 ❝ so what are you doing out here? ❞ 』

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thinking had grown difficult, his mind nothing but a foggy mess in his head. he didn't think anyone could have as much power over him as Genesis did right now. and Nero was all for it. he craved it. Genesis was an abyss. one the mercenary was more then happy to fall into. he arched and pressed into those hands roaming his body, nearly keening at the need for contact. it wasn't enough. not nearly enough. he needed more. he cursed low under his breath when he felt Genesis roll his hips against his own, nearly falling to pieces right there. yet he still needed more. 『 ❝ fuck... you're driving me crazy... ❞ 』 Nero cursed softly, managing to garner enough sense to say that much at least before he was practically ripping his jacket from his body. he didn't, of course, but there was a certain haste to his movements as he began to shed himself of his layers as best he could beneath Genesis' body. there would be no stopping until he was bared before the Commander.

The sounds that Nero was making were like music to his ears. Genesis could hardly get enough. And he could tell just how worked up the mercenary was getting with the way he pressed up close. The Commander's hands began to roam once more, taking in each line and curve of those muscles underneath those layers.

Those teeth against his lower lip drew a soft sound from him, and it was then that he rolled his hips against Nero, a soft sound escaping him at the friction he felt.

"Mmm... you might want to take those off." He smirked as he tugged at the mercenary's clothing, diving in for another quick kiss. "Might be more comfortable for you..."

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send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours. -- @wclfstrife.

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❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

subtle smut sentence starters. -- @poeticphoenix.

there was no denying the way the words sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, blue eyes shining with interest and mischievousness. ruin him, eh? oh Genesis... don't threaten him with a good time like that. a pleased hum left his throat, the mercenary looking the Commander up and down, sly grin on his face. 『 ❝ oh I certainly hope so. would hate to be disappointed, you know. ❞ 』 his tone was low, teasing, as Nero widened the distance between them, taking a seat on the edge of the bed nearby, leaning back on his hands. yes, he knew exactly what he was doing and he had no regrets. he loved teasing Genesis when he could. liked seeing what he could get away with until he made the Commander snap. he'd reap the consequences of his actions happily.

『 ❝ well c'mon then, Gen. show me what you can do... C o m m a n d e r. I wanna see you ruin me. ❞ 』

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[ STRADDLE ] : sender straddles receiver while in the process of kissing them.

things done while kissing. -- @poeticphoenix.

no matter how many times it happened or when, Nero always found himself lost in it when Genesis kissed him. he honestly never expected it to happen again after that first time so long ago. he never expected Genesis to be even remotely interested in him after that. but he was only too happy to be proven wrong. the Commander's lips were like hot velvet and fire, drawing him in an engulfing him. it was intoxicating in the best way, leaving Nero wanting, craving so much more. it really wasn't fair.

the mercenary kissed back with all the burning passion he could muster, letting out a soft, somewhat surprised noise against Genesis' lips when he felt the older male shift and move to straddle him. it effectively caged Nero in place where he sat and left him with very little place to go, not that he necessarily wanted to get away. Genesis could keep him here as long as he wanted. gloved fingers curled into auburn hair, tightening their grip a little as he pressed closer, wanting to deepen and savor the contact. he really was quite addicted.

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the comment should probably not have amused him as much as it did, but Nero couldn't help the low chuckle that left him. he moved his arms across his chest and gave a small shake of his head. 『 ❝ hey... if it makes you feel any better, all the best people are a little crazy. besides, it hasn't killed me yet so you should be fine. ❞ 』

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❛ I think I'm going insane, or maybe I'm the one to blame? ❜

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"Keep looking at me like that and I'm going to punch you." Despite the semi-serious tone that Genesis spoke with, the look he was giving Nero was an incredibly playful one. And it was almost as if the mercenary was rising to his mock-goading, since it didn't take much before he had Nero up against the wall, pressing close to him.

"I did warn you." He smirked before he crushed his lips against Nero's, deepening the kiss eagerly and gripping the man's shoulders tightly, pinning him there.

After a few moments he pulled back for air, a light grin on his lips. "I did say I was going to punch you, didn't I? Just... in the lips, with my mouth..."

unprompted. -- always accepted. // @poeticphoenix.

despite Genesis threatening to punch him, Nero could easily see the playful look being shot his way. and, because of that, the mercenary couldn't help but keep shooting the Commander that same smirk and teasing expression he'd been giving him for the past ten or so minutes. he did so enjoy rising to a challenge, after all. especially if said challenge wound up with him suddenly pressed up against the nearby wall, Genesis' body pressed close to his own. a low, almost purr-like sound escaped Nero in reaction, his smirk only growing in size when Genesis crushed their lips together in a deep, breathtaking kiss. gloved hands easily reached up to clutch at the other's coat, keeping him close as he eagerly returned the kiss with an approving hum. eventually, they parted, the need for air becoming apparent. with a breathless chuckle, the mercenary shook his head, shooting Genesis a familiar, playful look. 『 ❝ and here I was waiting for you to actually punch me. ❞ 』 Nero teased, his grip loosening on Genesis' coat but not releasing it, 『 ❝ not that I'm disappointed in the least. I love it when you get rough with me. ❞ 』

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your muse walks in on my muse undressed. send me 😳 for my muse’s reaction. -- @poeticphoenix.

Nero had just gotten out of the shower, a towel as his only form of clothing that hung somewhat loose on his hips as the mercenary searched through drawers and his closet to try and find something to wear. no one else was at home right now, so he didn't bother to close his door. the kids were out on a playdate and Kyrie had gone to visit a friend, leaving Nero the only one home. which was fine for him. it would give him a chance to catch up on some paperwork he'd been delaying for about three days now.

sighing quietly to himself, Nero closed the drawer he'd been looking through, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, stretching his muscles out in the process. 『 ❝ guess I should check the clean laundry instead... ❞ 』 he murmured, turning towards his open door. what he didn't expect, however, was to see Genesis standing there when he did. he blinked, momentarily caught off-guard by the Commander's appearance. it wasn't the first time Genesis had been at his house, Nero having brought him there at least once or twice before, though only for brief visits. but both he and Kyrie had told Genesis that he was always welcome to visit whenever he wanted to. 『 ❝ oh... hey Genesis. what brings you here? ❞ 』 he offered him a grin, moving to cross his arms over his chest. it was then that he remembered that he was barely dressed at all, pale, toned skin openly on display, and coughed awkwardly into his hand, averting his gaze off to the side and running fingers through his hair. 『 ❝ did Kyrie tell you I was here? likely not doing the paperwork I'm supposed to be doing. ❞ 』

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“So you’re the prisoner they’ve been talking about.” // from roche 🤔 perhaps ?

send “so you’re the prisoner they’ve been talking about.” for your muse to find my muse in jail. -- @stellarisen.

well this was just great. how'd he wind up in this mess? oh yeah, he got backstabbed by that real shady guy who wanted him to do a job for him. the bastard. Nero was going to track that asshole down the second he got out of here and show him exactly what it meant to backstab him. he had things to do and places to go. he didn't have time to hang out in here. Kyrie would probably start worrying about him if he didn't come home and he really didn't want to put that kind of stress on her. ugh, how was he gonna explain this to her? he could already hear the lecture she'd likely give him in his head. she never did like Nero picking up certain jobs for this reason.

he hadn't noticed that he had company, too caught up in his thoughts, until he heard the other speak. snapping from his thoughts, his attention immediately sought out who had spoken, arching a brow at him. 『 ❝ talking about me, huh? and just what exactly are they saying? ❞ 』 he could only imagine the stories people would make up.

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“So you’re the prisoner they’ve been talking about.”

send “so you’re the prisoner they’ve been talking about.” for your muse to find my muse in jail. -- @lovetobetheunderdog.

he sighed, deeply, looking around his cell with an unamused expression on his face. well, damn, this wasn't exactly how he saw himself spending his day. what was he even doing in here anyway? it wasn't like he did anything wrong. though, he supposed that would be a matter of opinion. he thought about trying to break out, but he knew that he was kind of outnumbered here and he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. no matter how skilled he was or how much punishment he could take. so, it was simply sitting here, trying to think of a proper plan while waiting for whoever was in charge to tell him what they planned to do with him.

however, the visitor he received wasn't who he expected. he didn't look like he was the guy in charge. maybe he could talk to the guy and see what he could get out of him. maybe convince him to let him out of here. 『 ❝ oh? they're talking about me, are they? well whatever they said I did... I didn't do it... ❞ 』 he paused, lifting his shoulders in a casual shrug, 『 ❝ probably. ❞ 』

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💋 // from Angeal!

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. -- @cryogenicmuses.

Angeal Hewley. another SOLDIER and apparently a close friend of Genesis'. he had heard the name before but had never met the man face-to-face before. at least not until he met up for drinks with Genesis one night and found the Commander had brought the other man along with him. so far, the man was pretty pleasant to talk to. a bit of a contrast to Genesis but pleasant company all the same. quite the looker too, if he wanted to be honest. like, it was almost unfair. and, had he been more sober, Nero might have thought over the consequences for this much earlier. but, as he wasn't entirely sober, and he was kind of being almost dared to do it, he did it without thinking.

setting his drink down, the mercenary turned to Angeal and regarded him with intrigued, curious blue eyes. this could either end horribly or could go over pretty well. either way, he stacked up his courage and moved in, sliding over to the older man and leaning in, capturing Angeal's lips with his own in a somewhat chaste kiss.

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everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. -- @poeticphoenix.

Nero always looked forward to any time he got to spend with the SOLDIER. Genesis was good company and they always found something interesting to talk about. even if it was just Nero talking about some jobs he'd been on or entertaining one of Genesis' ideas. in fact, Nero had learned quite a bit about SOLDIER from the Commander, outside of the stuff he already knew.

of course, nothing beat getting the chance to kiss Genesis again. it wasn't something that happened all that often. but when it did, Nero never gave up the chance to enjoy it. especially when Genesis asked him to kiss him in the first place. without any word of complaint, the mercenary smirked, reaching out to grab Genesis by the front of his coat and tug him forward. he leaned in and met the other halfway, pressing his lips to the older man's with a pleased hum. he savored the contact between them, only pulling back when breathing became absolutely necessary.

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" how long was i out for? "

send in " take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. " for the sender to greet a waking receiver after having found them badly wounded and on the brink of collapse at their doorstep. -- @poeticphoenix. alternatively, send in " how long was i out for? " for the sender, having woken up on the receiver's sofa/bed/spare bed, to greet the receiver after showing up on their doorstep earlier with serious injuries and in a weakened state.

『 ❝ we'll be back soon. take care of your friend, Nero. okay? I left everything you need on the desk top. ❞ 』 it was the last thing Kyrie had said to him before she took the kids with her to go shopping, leaving Nero and a still unconscious Genesis at home. the mercenary sighed, running his hand through his hair as he returned back to his room, where Genesis had been placed on his bed. it was the best place for him since they didn't have many other rooms and he knew the kids wouldn't wander into Nero's room without permission because of his equipment and files. just what the hell had Genesis gotten himself into? what could have left the Commander in such a state that he practically collapsed the moment Nero opened the door to find the man standing there. while Kyrie had tended to most of what she could, having far more first-aid experience then Nero, the mercenary had found a place to set Genesis' belongings down where they would be safe. that had been a few hours ago now.

Nero had been sitting at his desk, jacket draped over the back of the chair, looking over some files, when he heard the familiar voice. it immediately caught his attention and he was out of the chair faster then anything, moving over to the bed and letting out a soft but relieved chuckle. 『 ❝ shit, you're finally awake. about time. I was starting to get worried. ❞ 』 it was a welcomed weight off his shoulders, that was for sure. 『 ❝ you've been unconscious for a few hours. Kyrie and the kids have gone out shopping so it's just us. ❞ 』 rubbing the back of his neck, Nero moved to sit on the edge of the bed, turning to Genesis with a soft frown, 『 ❝ Genesis... what the hell happened to you? ❞ 』

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-👕

send me “-👕” to catch my muse without a shirt on. -- @poeticphoenix

Nero had been in the process of exercising when he spotted Genesis. his shirt and jacket set off to the side on the ground while Nero did some sit-ups. normally he did this all when he was home, but the weather had been nice for a change and he figured he might as well do it outside. besides, the light breeze did help with cooling him off while he moved. his chest still glistened with sweat, of course, but the mercenary didn't seem all that bothered by it. while he was slim and not overly muscled, his body was expertly toned and defined in just the right ways. he took pride in keeping himself in shape. his chest and entire upper body was littered in scars in various places, though some were almost completely faded while others remained quite noticeable. his body tended to heal faster then most people and the few scars that still remained fully visible were almost like badges of honor for him. whatever had tried to kill him in those instances had failed. there was a barely visible, unique mark on his right arm, just before the elbow. it was the only indication that his right arm was, in fact, not real. he had lost the arm a long time ago in a fiend attack and had had a special, mechanical-based prosthetic replace it. it was covered by a protective coating and wrapped in a special, rubbery substance that made it appear like normal skin. it was one thing Nero was eternally grateful to Credo for.

『 ❝ well look who it is. my favorite Commander. ❞ 』 pausing in his workout, Nero pushed himself into a sitting position and grinned over at Genesis, resting his arm over a propped knee. 『 ❝ what brings you around here? did you miss me? ❞ 』 he chuckled lightly and pushed himself back to his feet, rolling his shoulders back before reaching for the towel he'd brought out with him, wiping himself down with it. it was probably a good idea to take a break anyway.

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send ' ◆ ' for my muses reaction to yours nibbling/biting their neck.

send ' ◆ ' for my muses reaction to yours nibbling/biting their neck. -- @poeticphoenix

teeth against his skin had his entire body stilling, the sensation sending jolts of unexpected pleasure down his spine. he'd never felt anything quite like it before. how was it that Genesis kept managing to surprise him? he shivered visibly, biting down on his lip to prevent himself from letting out any embarrassing sounds. still, it was extremely difficult not to do so. his hands gripped tightly at the front of Genesis' jacket, unconsciously tugging the older man closer. his head moved on its own, tipping a bit to the side to give the other more access to pale skin.

he couldn't deny how much his body secretly craved more, enjoying any and all attention it received. a soft, barely audible curse managed to slip past his lips, the need only growing, though he was doing remarkably well containing it. he even managed a breathless chuckle, 『 ❝ you are gonna be the death of me one day... ❞ 』 he murmured with practiced control in his tone, seeking any more ways he could to close the remaining distance between them.