18- Unstable.
Summary: Genesis gets congratulated by Sephiroth in the most unexpected way. Genesis and Sephiroth start their turbulent relationship and you should all pity poor Angeal! A Collab between Soyna and BMIK
Rating: If you have read any of BMIK's or my stuff, you know this is rated Mature in nature. That means that there will be men love (yaoi), bad language and a lot of bad attitude as well.
Genesis and Tseng: Soyna
Sephiroth and Lazard: BMIK
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Sephiroth was perfectly presentable twenty minutes later. The press conference would take place in one of the official rooms, and a lot of journalists and photographers had appeared. The noises of their humming and talking were deafening. Luckily Sephiroth wouldn't have to say much; this was one of those occasions where he only participated because it looked good and the crowd demanded he show up for some pretty pictures on page three of the Midgar Times and in the fanclubs.
Lazard's explanations were so boring. Sephiroth's brilliant eyes started to dull, though outwardly he maintained a perfect facade, his back straight, his figure superior and calm.
His gaze drifted over the crowd but there was nothing interesting to see so they eventually settled at the back of Lazard who was clinging to his desk, speaking into the microphone endlessly. Was it just the General or was their Director adopting a strange stance?
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes a bit, but he couldn't see what was bothering the man and he couldn't stare too obviously.
"General Sephiroth will answer your questions now."
The statement pulled the silver haired man out of his trance and he went to the desk that Lazard just left, his papers held in front of his lap.
The flurry of camera flashes almost blinded him. A huge TV camera was zooming onto him.
Sephiroth waited stoically for them to quiet down, his hands casually embracing the sides of the desk, making his appearance even more impressive. He was dominating the room with his sheer presence. He gave his little part of the speech and then asked the question that he hated answering more than anything in the world. "Are there any questions?"
The room became a flurry of voices until Sephiroth pointed to a young reporter in the corner.
The reporter cleared his throat and spoke loud and clear over the clicking cameras. "General, sir, can you tell us what happened to cause all those scratches on your chest? Are there some monsters in the area we should be worrying about?"
This question had absolutely nothing to do with the matter at hand whatsoever, but it had been asked and it couldn't be ignored.
"There has been a vicious beast, but it has been taken care of. The scratches are not worth mentioning. There is no danger to be wary of."
His eyes wandered over the crowd to pick another reporter and caught a shock of blond hair. Sephiroth didn't think anything of Cloud standing in the background and pointed at a woman in a red costume. "Yes?"
Angeal watched the press conference with his hand over his face and standing behind the couch. Genesis was on the couch with a rather smug look on his face and smelling of common dish soap.
Genesis looked up at his childhood friend, "He asked for every scratch and deserved every one of them. You can't see where I bit him and you can see where he bit me!" Genesis thrust his hand up to show the teeth marks on his finger. "See!"
"I don't want to see it," Angeal grunted but he had to look anyways. His eyes were also inevitably drawn to the TV, where the camera made a big deal of zooming onto Sephirot's new marks. Angeal knew that the next day there would be an article in the newspapers, how Sephiroth had fought a giant beast and protected the city of Midgar from its claws and what-not. It was so ridiculously far away from the truth that Angeal felt moved to laugh. But he didn't.
"How much longer do you want to keep this up?" he asked tiredly, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of milk from the fridge.
"Keep what up?" Genesis said as he smiled at the TV. He really wished that Sephiroth would take off his coat and show everyone the bite mark that was on his shoulder. He was contemplating getting up and having a shower but his thighs were burning from the earlier activity. It was the best work out that he had ever had.
Angeal came back with his milk and ignored the TV, where more unimportant questions were asked that had little to do with the contents of the conference but a lot with Sephiroth's personal life.
"This ... I don't even know what to call it — friendship with benefits." He thought he remembered having heard Sephiroth use the term. "Aren't you getting tired of this? You are treating each other like doormats. I wouldn't even wish that upon my worst enemy." He shook his head, sipping at his milk.
Genesis looked up at Angeal and sighed. "The benefits are quite good with this friendship," Genesis said with a smile and could see the frustrated look on Angeal's face.
He sat up. "Listen Angeal," Genesis said with a sigh. "That is all that he is willing to offer me and that is what I am going to take. I'll change him and make him realize that it's more, but if it makes him more comfortable, then so be it." Genesis stretched. "He will get over it soon enough and realize that I am the perfect person for him and he will stop being an asshole about the whole thing."
"I want to know from what inexhaustible source you are drawing your optimism." Angeal sighed too, setting the glass aside and shaking his head. "I'm worried about you Genesis. Don't you think that you deserve more than being treated like that? What if nothing changes at all? How far are you willing to go?"
Secretly he doubted that Sephiroth would change for anyone or anything. Though he called the man a friend and respected him he was aware that they were not close, on an emotional level. That was not to say that he didn't trust in Sephiroth's abilities and his loyalty to his acquaintances. But the General managed to keep everyone at a distance. Angeal had no idea what was going on in his mind, what moved him or what made him happy, despite the many talks they had had. It was never really personal.
Genesis looked at his finger. "I know I'm more than just a fling for him," Genesis said. "I get his attention and he just has to get over his own complexes. He has to get over his fear of someone caring for him and vice versa. You'll see."
Genesis understood what Angeal was trying to say. Sephiroth was always a distant sort of guy but he saw a little past that and it would just take a little more time.
"And the sex is a wonderful perk!" Genesis pronounced. "I just have to remember to carry around lube if this is going to continue. I think I'm getting a rash from the stuff he found in that closet."
"Just... spare me the details and do whatever you want," Angeal groaned, leaning his head on his arms on the table and trying to get the disturbing mental image out of his head.
The press conference was finished and the regular program took over. He just really hoped that Genesis was right and not chasing a dream that would leave him exhausted and hurt.
Lazard was glad to be in the sanctuary of his office. Personally, he felt that the conference had been a disaster. With no concentration and a raging hard-on it was a miracle that he had made it through, but that was probably thanks to the press that was more concerned with Sephiroth than his report. He had known that the man would proof useful some day. Sinking back in his chair Lazard finally opened his pants to free his caged erection. He looked at it blankly and sighed.
Lazard was not aware of the man that was approaching his door at that moment or else he wouldn't have taken himself out of his pants.
Tseng had a small clip board in his hand with the various information he needed to talk to the director about: the incidents with the SOLDIERs and the activities that he had been observing lately on the cameras.
It was getting out of hand and the press conference was nearly a disaster because of the antics of the prized SOLDIERs. Luckily, it was saved and Lazard had somehow pulled it off and Sephiroth had been lying through his teeth.
He reached the secretary and announced his presence.
Bella looked up from her computer and smiled. "The Director just got in, please, go ahead." Tseng had an appointment so she didn't deem it necessary to inform her boss of the anticipated guest again. He was always so meticulous, knowing his own schedule by heart, never missing any appointment so she didn't even entertain the idea of Lazard not being prepared.
It proved to be fatal as Tseng went ahead and entered the office, making Lazard almost jump out of his chair. He didn't though, but quickly dropped a file onto his exposed erection, hoping he had hid it quickly enough.
"Tseng," he said, a droplet of sweat running down his temple. "What can I do for you? I am busy, I'm afraid, so I would appreciate it if we could shorten our meeting or postpone it all together."
"I'm afraid my matters cannot wait," Tseng said curtly but his eyes did not miss anything. Lazard was not a jumpy man but from today's antics and from what he observed, he was well aware of the man's problem. It had been evident during the whole press conference.
For a man that normal had very good control in public, he was slipping. That needed to be corrected.
"Fine then, what is it?" Lazard folded his hands in his lap, looking at the man over the rim of his glasses. It was hot in here and he got a headache from all the stress and blood loss, because all of it was pooling and pumping through his cock. He would have loved to kick Tseng out, but he couldn't get up. Not without embarrassing himself, at least.
"When we made the appointment you mentioned some issues with some of the SOLDIERs. What is it about?"
Tseng put the clip board on the desk and opened it. He took out the first folder.
"Your control on your elite SOLDIERs needs to tighten," Tseng said and opened it in front of Lazard. The picture was of Sephiroth and Genesis in his office; Genesis on his knees and Sephiroth's hand in his bright red hair. It was obvious what was occurring in the picture.
"I have more pictures that are similar to this. If it was in the confines of his office it could be overlooked," Tseng said and flipped open another folder that showed the same couple in a much different surrounding. It had been one of Tseng's favourite restaurants. He was going to ensure that he did not get that booth at Monteno's when he went there.
Lazard suppressed a groan with all the energy he had left. It was above him what he had done in a previous life to be tortured like that. Here he was with a giant hard-on that he could barely hide, suffering through pictures that only fuelled his inappropriate fantasies.
"I don't need to see more of this. Consider it as being taken care of. Anything else?" he said tightly, shifting a bit in his seat. He just wished this meeting to be over so he could run to the bathroom and relieve himself.
Tseng observed the colour on his face and refrained from smiling.
"And there is the matter of Sephiroth's private gym," Tseng said and flipped open another folder. It was a rather sexy image of a young blond cadet being thoroughly screwed by the General.
Even Tseng admitted that the image was alluring when Reno showed it to him.
"The only SOLDIER that we haven't got doing anything inappropriate is Angeal," Tseng said.
Lazard was exhausted. "What do you want me to do about it? He is our poster boy, the public loves him. I cannot just fire him. He does a good job and that is the only vice he has. The Goddess knows what happens if we take that away from him, it is hard to control him already. I will talk to him, emphasize the utmost importance of being discreet, but that is not so say that he will listen."
"He seems to be becoming attached to Genesis," Tseng said as he pulled out a picture of what appeared to be Genesis riding Sephiroth in the closet that he had been locked in earlier by Angeal. "This arrangement can be used to our advantage."
Tseng could see another bead of sweat roll down Lazard's forehead. Of course ... he had the pictures of the Director listening in on the activities in the closet as well. He was well aware of how it affected the Director.
"You got cameras in there too?" Lazard ignored the statement, taking the picture. He paled. If they had pictures there ... He didn't want to know where else they had cameras.
"Look, I'm really not feeling well. I suggest you do what you deem necessary and I will have a disciplinary talk with Sephiroth. That should solve the matter."
Was it just him or were Tseng's dark eyes roaming all over him? The man's calm, smooth voice and his precise movements unnerved Lazard, making him even more uncomfortable down there.
Tseng allowed a smirk to form on his lips, enjoying the Director's nervousness. "We have cameras everywhere, Lazard."
Tseng tossed a picture across the desk and was pleased when it landed on the straining lap of the director. "You should never underestimate what the Turks are aware of."
He straightened his jacket. "But first, you will need to ensure that Sephiroth and Genesis continue to amuse themselves and limit the activity they are having with the cadets. That will be the first priority before we can deal with other issues."
Lazard picked up the picture with shaking hands, staring at it wide eyed. Hadn't he been so horny and tired he would have been outraged by the impudence with which the Turks dared to invade his privacy and sat down in HIS office now, having the nerve to grin into his face.
"Get out."
He didn't even hear the rest of Tseng's evil scheming. He just wanted the man far, far away from himself.
"I suggest we stay on topic before you kick me out," Tseng said simply and folded his hands in front of him. "Would hate to have one of the fanclubs get a hold of any of these pictures now."
He tilted his head to the side and waited for Lazard to yell at him some more and kick him out or give in. He was hoping for more of a fight but it did seem that he lost a lot of his intellect with his blood pooling in is dick. He had seen it before and he did plan on using it to his advantage.
He walked around the desk now and stood beside Lazard, still looking down at him and making it harder for him to hide the problem in his pants. He hadn't scared it out of him yet. The man had it bad and that was a tactical advantage and Tseng was curious as to what he was hiding, he would openly admit it if he was asked.
"SOLDIERs and their sexual deviancy would be eaten up by the public especially with those two," Tseng continued. "You can make them keep their antics to the bedrooms and out of the public eye. Angeal, we believe, is the best choice of a mediator between them and has stemmed many an incident from getting worse, but I do believe it should become a stronger mandate for him as well as yourself. A small level of increased control makes a difference."
Tseng wondered if Lazard was even paying attention. His eyes were on the explicit pictures in his lap and a hand still remained under the folder and his arm seemed to be quivering as if he was trying to restrain himself.
It was quite a sight and Tseng was enjoying it.
Lazard felt helpless in the face of Tseng's powerful presence. The man had ignored a direct order and just continued with business as usual. On top of that he didn't make any comment on the photo in Lazard's lap. Well, he didn't have to, it was self-explanatory and the psychological effect was even more gruelling. Lazard had no idea what the man was thinking about it and he had no opportunity to justify it or explain it.
He had continuously emphasized that he didn't want to talk about it now but Tseng just brushed him off. What was Lazard to do? Call security? Tseng WAS the security.
When the man came closer Lazard eyed him nervously, resisting the urge to roll backwards with his chair to evade him. Tseng's movements seemed almost predatory and Lazard shuddered as suddenly a too vivid image infiltrated his mind of the man naked, above him and fucking him with a smirk while pinning Lazard's wrists above his head.
The Director closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath, fighting for some self-control. He had been exposed to too many sexual images today to be properly coherent. He didn't say anything since it seemed that Tseng would just go on and on with his monologue, regardless if Lazard had input to contribute or not.
"I realize that this is a daunting task," Tseng continued in a cool, calm voice. He could see that he was shaking Lazard to the core and he loved how it looked on him. "But there is not enough time to talk about all that needs to get done now and that 'press conference' seems to have taken a heavy toll on you."
Tseng reached forward and ran his fingers over Lazard's shoulder for a moment, as if he was dusting off lint that was there. He knew it was a similar gesture to what Genesis had done to him earlier. He had done it on purpose.
"Why don't we talk about this back in my office after you gather yourself," Tseng said not hiding where his eyes were wandering up and down the well dressed man. "We can discuss strategy in how to handle those troublesome SOLDIERs. I do have experience in that regards with troublesome Turks and can aid you in this."
He gave the shoulder a firm pat and stared at the Director's pale blue eyes. He refrained from smiling and kept his face clear of emotions. He was pretty sure that it showed in his eyes though.
Tseng did like to tease blonds.
Lazard tensed at the touch, his hypersensitive nerves screaming at him. It was just a short encounter, barely worth noticing but it left Lazard's self-control crumbling spectacularly. The tingling from where Tseng's fingers had connected with his body, even through the layer of fabric send waves of tingles and shudders through his tense muscles. His blue eyes threatened to roll back in his head. His cock leaked heavily.
"I'll be there. Now go ... please."
Tseng move away from the desk. "I think an hour should be more than enough time for you to ... gather yourself up." Tseng almost laughed at how tense the Director was. "I will ensure that there will be lunch, as I'm sure that this conversation will take a while." Tseng let his words deepen as he gathered the pictures on the desk and looked pointedly at the ones that were in his lap. "Do bring those, so I can keep my files in order."
Lazard nodded, but he had absolutely no intention of bringing those pictures back. It was outrageous that the Turks dared keeping such material of their superiors! That must all have been Rufus' doing, surely the brat was to blame!
Lazard sighed a breath of relief after Tseng left the office. Instantly he threw the files on his desk, told his secretary via the intercom that he didn't want to be disturbed and ran to the bathroom. His pants were already down, so he leaned against the cool tiles, finally grabbing his cock and palming it violently. The strokes were quick and hard as was his breathing. He closed his eyes, letting his cock glide through his hand while he thought of the noises he had heard from the closet, the pictures he had seen of Genesis being rimmed, of Genesis sucking Sephiroth's feverishly and of Cloud being impaled over and over again, his sweet tight ass red and wet with come.
It drove him over the edge three minutes later and Lazard moaned deeply, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his belly tightened and a knot there exploded. Hot semen shot forth from his cock, splashing onto the tiles of the floor and running down his fingers.
Lazard needed a few moments to come down. His orgasm had been violent and short, but he didn't feel fully satisfied. There was still a lingering feeling of need, of wanting more. He pushed himself off the wall, cleaned away the evidence of his embarrassment and then cleaned himself up too, because he had to be presentable. He was still tired and spent, but at least his mind was clearer now.
Outside Tseng had heard the frantic voice over the intercom of Lazard demanding that he not be disturbed. He smiled inwardly as he made his way back to his office.
He would watch that video later.
He had cameras everywhere. He had to prepare for Lazard arrival. Now that he wouldn't be so high strung, it may be a worth while encounter. Tseng passed his secretary. "Mary-Ann, Lazard will be arriving in forty-five minutes. Have my regular lunch order doubled for that time."
She nodded and he continued into his office.
He wondered if Lazard would expect more out of him than just a meeting. He chuckled to himself. Well, he did like to tease blonds.
