#asfdhfasklfsal they're too precious *sobs*

[hoshinierabareshimono]

Yearning. What a delicate word to apply to warriors as lethal as they were. But the sentiment was mutual. For years now, it had been inevitable for Sephiroth’s eyes to find Genesis whenever he was nearby, to remain locked on his majestic form, his sophisticated features, his intense brilliant eyes, the supple curve of his bottom lip whenever he was not looking.

Burgeoning respect had evolved into profound admiration at a breakneck pace and left him wanting more, to the point his thoughts and suppressed impulses posed a direct threat to his equilibrium of mind.

Basking in the first rays of the morning sun and in Genesis’ proximity, Sephiroth found himself conceding—at least to himself—that what he had before described as attraction was indeed a stronger, significantly more vulnerable sentiment.

The realization startled him— as did his own passivity as Genesis continued to erode his defenses.

“Then what took you so long?” he quipped, a futile attempt to downplay the immense fondness and delight written all across his features.

He pulled him down for another kiss, shorter and more chaste than he would have liked, but he refused to diminish himself by indulging instead of seeing this unpleasant talk through to the end.

“Discretion will be paramount,” Sephiroth thus soldiered on. “In that vein, if there’s someone you were planning to tell about...”—he couldn’t yet think of an appropriate term, not when they had yet to assign one to this new dimension of their interactions—“I’d like to have some say in the matter. Naturally, your power of veto will be equal to mine.”

Despite the gentle, wholly appreciated reminder, he found himself unable to smooth out the frown marring his countenance anew.

“Should Angeal be made aware?” he inquired.

Genesis tilts his head into Sephiroth's touch, a content sigh escaping him. This has been something he's been dreaming about for a very long time. Even when they were younger, he had a crush on him, feelings that never seemed to diminish no matter what Genesis did. He's never been great at coping with these kinds of things, and last night had been an impulse, a now or never moment. He was tired of pining, of wondering, and it paid off in multiple ways.

It's not often that he feels so happy or so pleased with himself. The self-confidence he exudes is typically nothing more than a facade. He genuinely believed that Sephiroth might reject him, that he might ruin their friendship with this, but he's glad he didn't. It seems things do go his way sometimes.

Though when Sephiroth brings up that there'll be some stipulations, he quirks a brow, sitting up slightly to give him better attention. His fingers still trace along his chest as he listens to him. It couldn't be anything bad, he's sure.

Ah, there it is.

There's a brief pause, then Genesis snorts, a slight grin appearing on his face. It's no secret that he spends a lot of nights in other peoples' beds. It's just something he does because, well, he enjoys it, but it didn't really mean anything. “Is that all?” he muses, tapping his chin and making a grand gesture of it. He's teasing, of course, and so he laughs, leaning over to press a kiss to Sephiroth's forehead, gently brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“That's fine with me,” he replies, shrugging. “Look at you, your brow is so furrowed. Did you think I'd say no?” But he can see why Sephiroth might think that. “Darling, I've yearned for you for so long that it won't be an issue. I promise.”