Dystopia

[b]Disclaimer: We don’t own.



Rating: NC-17



Pairings: Yazoo/Genesis



Warnings: Hardcore smut, mild blood play, dubcon, language, weapon play



AN1: This chapter is mostly smut. And though it may seem trivial and without plot, we promise it does tie into the plot in later chapters.



Alexj69: Genesis, Kadaj BMIK: Sephiroth, Yazoo Chephren: Loz[/b]



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Chapter 2





Making his way through the oppressive gray waste that used to be Midgar, Genesis Rhapsodos stood out like a flawless ruby set against the back drop of dull, tarnished coins. In this refuse of twisted, mangled architecture, and sorrow patterned streets, he was the last thing left of the color spectrum.



Compared to the lowly, crawling denizens of the necropolis that struggled to remain human, the auburn angel was the epitome of what they had once been. He was healthy and bronzed, while those few he saw lurking on the streets were sickly and pale with malnutrition. His azure eyes sparkled with Mako and passion, while their orbs held nothing, not even the hope of death. His clothing, though a bit musty and sporting a few holes, especially his long red overcoat, was still livelier than what the city’s citizens were dressed in. And he was armed.



His Rapier, though not alight with magic, still shimmered the color of the setting over the ocean of Junon. The weapon hung proudly on his hip, the last of his personal belongings that he had from a time when SOLDIER was the crowing jewel of Shin-Ra. Little did Genesis know that it was illegal for the populace to bear arms. It was a sin punishable by death.



As he walked through the streets, slowly taking in the sights of despair surrounding him, the one winged angel recognized a few buildings. There was the bakery where he and Angeal used to go for coffee and doughnuts, a dry cleaners that had once ruined Sephiroth’s favorite pants, the theater where he had first seen Loveless performed, but these establishments were merely shadow reflections of what they once were. The buildings existed only to torment and remind people of a time when the world was still alive.



When he passed, the denizens moved from his path, and those few he did try to speak to, glared at him with their dull eyes, remaining silent. He tried to get an answer as to who lived in the castle, but when he mentioned it, people would lower their heads, and scurry away. He sighed in frustration. He was getting nowhere, fast



Person after person continued to stay clear of the red, colorful one, seeming to want nothing to do with him. He remembered that the general populace usually gave SOLDIERS wide berth, but this was insane. Whatever had happened and whoever lived in that stone structure from Ifrit’s Hell, had terrified the entire population into submission.



The more Genesis witnessed, the more he realized that this world did need a hero. He had been cured of the degradation and then awakened from his slumber for a reason.



He stopped in the mouth of the alley, plans starting to formulate. First, Recon. He needed information. No one here was going to help him, so he'd have to do this all on his own. He guessed that meant actually sneaking into the castle. At this moment, he was no longer cursing his wing. It could be very beneficial. Once he had info, he would go from there. He needed to know who and what he was dealing with.



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Yazoo wandered the nearly void streets idly beside his brothers, wishing he could be back at his tree with his rabbit. Despite how exciting this excursion had sounded at first, it was turning out to be a let down. It was dull and it bored the wits out of him. There was no one to be found. Anyone who had his five senses together had already gone home by the time the three came and those who weren’t too weak to crawl back to their hovels would die from a simple, icy glare from His Highness.



Still, unlike Kadaj, he could keep his thoughts to himself and his mouth shut. Knowing how to do that simple task saved him a world of trouble. The only reason he had come with his brothers tonight was because Loz had asked him to.



As the long-haired, pretty remnant wandered the streets in silence, thoughts roaming back to his rabbit, a flash of crimson caught his eye and he stopped dead in his tracks. What was that, there, at the other end of the side alley he just passed? A flare of... red? Who in their right mind would wear such a color here, where they’d make themselves inevitably a target?!



His night just became...interesting.



Wordlessly, Yazoo stepped into the side alley, not bothering to inform his brothers of his departure. He silently crept forward, and his slender frame became one with the shadows as he stalked his newly found prey.



Yazoo smirked as he got closer to the figure in red. Obviously the man did not notice him in his shadow form. The silver head’s eyes lowered down to where red head’s weapon was and he slowed down a bit. Strange. No one dared to wear weapons any longer. Not since the Great Trial, where they had executed hundreds for breaking this sacred rule. But then again, this guy looked strange altogether. He was healthy, well nourished and relatively clean. Actually he was rather pretty. And the auburn one seemed relatively familiar.



Narrowing his eyes, Yazoo moved forward. He manifested into his solid form and drew Velvet Nightmare.



The silver one stepped out of the shadows in a swirl, put his gun to the back of the stranger’s head and said lowly, just a tad bit triumphantly, "Now, now, what do we have here... Someone who wants a torture session at the dungeons, hn?" The safety clicked, proving that Yazoo was more than ready to blow the guy’s brains out if he tried anything stupid.



Genesis hadn't been expecting any trouble from anyone, all the people seemed too scared to try anything. This was what he got for letting his guard down. He should have known better. Years and years of training should have taught him better. And how did the person holding a gun to him sneak up on him anyway? His Mako enhanced senses should have picked something up.



He felt the cold metal at the back of his head, and heard the hammer cock. Years ago, when things had been...different, and he was more cocky, he would have simply taken the gun from who’s-ever hand was wielding it, and shoved the weapon up their ass. But times had changed. And when he heard the word 'dungeon', he instantly put two and two together. Castles have dungeons. This could be the perfect way to get in, though he wasn't too keen on the torture part. Slowly, he put his red leather-gloved hands up, showing he was aware of his situation, and stood motionless.



"Hn." Satisfied, Yazoo relaxed a bit, but only inwardly. Outwardly, he looked perfectly neutral and attentive and not as if he was checking out the guy’s ass.



"Step against the wall," the silver remnant of Sephiroth commanded, his tone just as lowly as before, nothing more than a whisper. Yazoo’s deep voice rolled off his lips and fell heavily around the pair.



‘Hm,’ Yazoo thought, ‘maybe I should have a bit of fun with this guy before Sephiroth gets a hold of him,’ Yaz knew there wouldn't be much left of the red beauty once his royal highness got finished with him. Coming to a decision with a smirk, the gun slinger moved closer so that his ear was almost touching the redhead’s and purred, "Spread your legs..."



Genesis moved against the greyish, mildewed brick wall as that hot breath ordered. It was best to just play along for now. The crimson angel had one goal and that was to get inside the castle. Then a shiver broke over his body when the electric charge of someone standing at his back shot through him. He swallowed hard. Suddenly, an unfamiliar yet somehow very familiar profile was cheek to cheek with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the long platinum strands, the moonlight kissed skin and the soft glow of cat-slitted emerald eyes. He could even make out the pale, pink-lipped half smirk. He knew that face, had beheld it many times before. Yet, yet, it wasn’t him, but so very close. Genesis wanted to ask him who his captor was. Wanted to know if the man who had him at gun point was a relation, yet he didn’t dare. Speaking was too difficult when faced with one who looked so much like the one who had shattered his heart.



The ex SOLDIER knew what was running through the silver haired boy’s mind. He could see the lust in the man’s eyes, could smell the want on his skin. Genesis’ heart beat speed up. He knew instantly he would not fight this too hard, if at all. There would be no real struggle. He was too passionate a creature to resist for long. It would be too hard to fight off that voice. He spread his hands, and his legs, as he was told to do.



Yazoo quickly undid the fastening that held the redhead’s sword, deliberately brushing his hand over the man’s crotch and thigh. The sword clattered to the ground and the silver head unceremoniously kicked it away. His body moved closer, the outcome of his excitement becoming evident as his erection pressed against Genesis’ back.



"Now, where have I seen you before..." Yazoo breathed, brushing with his lips over a bronze earshell, as his other hand went up the man’s side, searching for more arms and enjoying the feeling of hard, taut muscles under the leather.



There was no struggling from those sensuous feather-light caresses. The red warrior’s breath was coming in short bursts now. He wasn’t sure how he had become so easily disarmed by this being who radiated unadulterated passion. He knew he should fight this. It would be easy enough to spin around and snatch the gun from the man’s hand, but...damn it, he didn’t want to. He wanted this to happen. He had slept for too long with feeling anything, and if this is what he woke up to, even in a hell world such as this, then so be it.



Genesis’s head rolled back so he could fully see the person who owned the hardness that was rubbing against his back, causing his body to quiver. His breathing almost stopped. Had ever a more exotic person existed? Yes, once, a long time ago, and that exotic beauty had betrayed him. Yazoo could now see the soft glow of the Mako infused blue eyes, and they were crackling with lust. Genesis arched his back against the hardness.



“I know you, as well.” The one winged angel hissed. “I have touched your face a million times with my naked palms. I have tasted your lips on mine.” He turned his face slightly toward the beautiful boy’s whispering lips, his own turning up in a half smirk that reflected a hint of his cockiness. His mouth moved against the boy’s, “I have screamed out your name, under the weight of your hips, and...” Genesis had his own form of seduction, “and came with you inside me.” His head turned straight again, “but I do not know you.”



"Hn." Yazoo tilted his head and blinked, while his eyes were glued to those pretty lips and his fingers glided over the red coat. So far, he hadn’t found any weapons, but he knew he should search more thoroughly. His hand slipped under the soft fabric to meet velvety skin and a tiny belly button. The last words the man said didn’t make sense to him, and he wasn’t very keen on contemplating them, but what he did know was that they fueled his desire. "Let’s see if you haven’t mistaken me for someone else then," he purred, his lips brushing down a long throat, his tongue tasting the sweet skin as he pushed his hips forward, rubbing his erection against the guy’s tight ass.



When those leather-gloved hands slid under Genesis’ shirt, touching his fevered skin, his back bent into the caress and he bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan. “Have you found what you're looking for?” His voice was shaking. His neck craned giving the beautiful stranger better access to his flesh, and his hips rocked back so that the hardened shaft could be nuzzled between his still clothed cheeks. Then he shifted forward away from the hard prick, and removed his hands from the wall. He slid his coat off, letting it fall to the pavement.



“No, I haven’t mistaken you, Sir. I know not who you are.” The auburn beauty replaced his hands against the bricks. Yazoo could now touch him more easily.



"That makes two of us then..." Yazoo breathed slowly, drawing soft flesh between his lips to suckle at it. His hand had found one hard nub and he smirked, murmuring, "I think I just found it indeed," and with a quick flick of his fingers, he pinched it. His pelvis had started a slow, steady rhythm, moving against firm buttocks, pleasing his erection, and the man getting rid of his coat was a rather practical thing. Yazoo could feel the man’s body heat now, strong shoulders flexing against his chest and the rushed breathing he heard from him only increased his arousal.



Genesis couldn't keep a steady flow of oxygen. His head lolled back, his lips parted slightly, and azure spheres glazed with lust. "Ahhh," he whimpered as his nipple was squeezed. He wanted so much to remove his hands from the wall, to reach behind him and clinch those grinding hips, but that wasn't part of this game. And Gen knew well how to play by the rules. He rolled his own hips, to add friction to that stiffness pushing against him. His own cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, weeping a mild amount of liquid, begging to be released. He shuddered, "what is your name, Sir," he asked breathlessly, "so I may have the pleasure of screaming it."



Yazoo bit into a shoulder, sinking in deep, drawing precious crimson life that he quickly and hungrily licked away. His fingers released the hard nipple after he had flicked it one final time and trailed back down over a stretched belly till he found a hard organ caged by black leather. He cupped it with his hand and gently started to massage it, while the second hand that still held the gun glided down the man’s arched back. He traveled his spine and hips, until he reached Genesis’ waistband. Yazoo pushed the muzzle beneath the material, making contact with cold metal to burning skin. "Yazoo," he finally answered, with two fingers slowly pulling down the man’s zipper to free his desire. "Yours?"



Genesis gritted his teeth, the sharp pain in his shoulder only increasing his pleasure. He didn’t try to move away from it, he wanted it, needed it. Even if it was being dished out by a complete stranger. But that stranger looked so much like... It had been too long since he’d felt any sensation at all, so even the bite was exquisite. The red-head should have been expecting Yazoo (he liked the name) to continue such intimate interaction, however, when that gloved hand slipped over his hardness, it surprised him, and he couldn’t restrain a groan. His blood was boiling, and his manhood twitch under skilled fingers. Gen’s pelvis bucked into that touch, an act of sheer desperation.



The long narrow tube of steel was stinging ice against his smoldering flesh. His hips thrust, seeking relief from the exotic, pleasured form of torture. And finally he was free of the fabric holding his impassioned engorged cock captive. His lips were barely able to tremble out, “G-Genesis.”



Yazoo smirked, and slowly fumbled with the zipper, easing it down and freeing the hard flesh he had caressed to life. At the same time, the muzzle of his gun moved deeper, sliding the now loose leather down a perfectly rounded ass. He stroked the cheeks almost lovingly with the gun. His fingers were teasing the impressive length of Genesis’ tool, pulling at it, cupping the head and squeezing it. The silver remnant ran his fingertips along the shaft and pressed it against the man’s hard belly. "Genesis, hm? Do you carry any other weapons, Genesis?”



The red mage gasped when fingers started stroking him. His body was on fire. He never thought that being raped in an alley could set his entire body tingling. But was it really rape? Yeah, but on a mental level. This was a head trip, mixed with an ungodly amount of physical pleasure. He had totally surrendered to the man stroking him, and though he knew how bad that was, it felt so good.



The clear liquid, seeping from his tip, coated the silver’s gloved fingers, and he pushed his hips up, wanting more of that amazing touch. “Gaia has sent me an angel, to slake my desires upon awaking,” he whispered as the gun caressed his cheeks. Genesis turned his head slightly, lips once again touching the corners of Yazoo’s mouth. Lightning lust crackled in Mako blue eyes as he answered his soon to be rapist’s question, “only the one you’re fondling right now.”



Yazoo let his lids drop a bit, and brushed with his lips over similarly soft one’s, nipping at the lower flesh, sucking it in and bruising it. The gun moved a bit more harshly, tracing the slit that divided Genesis’ ass cheeks, and his sweet, forbidden entrance. "Hn, and a dangerous weapon it seems," Yazoo murmured, letting go of the slightly salty lips, licking away the blood he’d drawn. His fingers squeezed the hard penis again before they wandered down, to flick against soft balls, rolling in a wrinkled sack. "And fully loaded as well, it seems..."



Genesis growled when Yazoo bit his lip, as his tongue slipped out and slid across perfectly even teeth. He pushed his ass against the cold steel. His body trembled, his heartbeat hammered in his chest. A part of his brain screamed for him to stop, that the moon-kisses demon could very well pull the trigger at any moment. But that very danger was intoxicating. Once Yazoo’s mouth left his, Genesis dropped his head in submission. He hissed, “Loaded, but not ready to fire.”



"We’ll see about that then..." Yazoo purred, pushing the cold steel of the gun into the soft, warm cleft.



He traced down the slit, and went up again, giving Genesis a tiny moment to adjust and prepare before he pressed one edge of the muzzle against the tiny puckered entrance. The silver moon child teasingly prodded inside, widening the tight muscle with just the smallest of rotations.



"Would you like to be fucked with my gun?” Yazoo didn’t wait for Genesis to answer before he pushed the cool metal further inside, without preparation, just with clever movements, proving that this wasn’t the first time Yazoo had done this. He was actually thrilled that his victim seemed to appreciate it, because most people he’d taken like that hadn’t enjoyed what he considered art. They screamed and pleaded with him to stop. They tensed up and it really had became ugly with lots of blood and ripped lower regions. But with this beauty here, it seemed different. He was totally relaxed, like butter in Yazoo’s fingers, and his dick pulsated excitedly in his captor’s hand. Giving a shuddering breath himself, Yazoo tightened his grip around the stranger, in case his legs gave out from the intrusion and pushed the muzzle in entirely, so that it was surrounded by hot, puckering ass.



Genesis thrilled at the challenge, “We’ll see about that then.” So no matter what the silver beauty did to him, he could not allow himself to cum. Not too soon anyway.



His taught body shuddered when the metal length glided between his cheeks, “Would you like to be fucked with my gun?” Oh, dear Gaia, the threat...the promise. ‘You can do this without blowing Genesis Rhapsodos,’ he encouraged himself. He took a few deep breaths, willing his body to relax.



Inhale..exhale..then he was stuffed. The barrel impaling him burned and stretched. He knew he had been torn, but not too badly. He cried out, but whether in pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. It took a little while for him to become accustomed to the metal shaft, but soon onslaught of pain turned to ecstasy, and he was rotating his hips, trying to get the deadly weapon against his inner sweet spot. “Ah, Fuck,” he bucked his hips. “Yazoo!” The name came out a harsh squeal. He was trying out the name and decided he liked the way it sounded.



"How does that feel?" Yazoo asked, his eyes heavy as he slowly pushed the gun in and out. A bit of blood was dripping down from between the man’s legs, but it actually helped to serve as lubricant, making him glide in so much easier. Yazoo’s gun wasn’t just a tool of destruction, it was a part of his body, his soul, and he enjoyed this penetration just as much as if it were his dick penetrating the delicious stranger. His hand worked on Genesis’ erection in a synchronized rhythm, coaxing heavy moans and deep breaths from the auburn one. Yazoo’s own shaft was pulsing and throbbing with need, eager to get into that burning, stretched opening, but the firearm was still in place, moving faster and deeper with every trust.



“Gahh...” was the only answer Genesis could muster at the moment. It was incredible. There was still a bit of pain, the friction in his unprepared fissure set his nerve endings on fire, but the act, the thought, the motion, overrode the discomfort. He caught Yazoo’s rhythm, pumping his pelvis in time with the invasion and the stroking. He was finally able to clench his split muscle around the slowly warming tube, adding to his own pleasure. By this time, his head was thrown back, sweat covered his face, and his lids were closed. Through slightly parted lips, he panted, “fuck me, Yazoo, fuck me.”



Withdrawing the gun abruptly, Yazoo gave in to the half command-half plea, and extracted the weapon, just to shove it right under Genesis’ chin, making him crane his neck back even further. The bloody, warm muzzle now glided along the auburn haired man’s throat and jaw, while the Remnant opened his pants and with a hiss, freed his own leaking member. He shoved Genesis harshly against the wall, spreading his legs with a knee and then placed himself right before the wet hole, unceremoniously thrusting in till he was buried balls deep. Another hiss escaped Yazoo, as he was so thoroughly covered and welcomed inside the clenching flesh. He quickly recovered from the sensation though, pressing his hips against Genesis’ ass, squeezing his cheeks between their bodies, pruning that round backside like a ripe fruit that leaked with sweet juice. "Didn’t hear you," he groaned into Genesis ear, capturing those lips again, sucking them and then forcing his gun between, ordering, "Lick it."



The withdrawing of the steel rod left Genesis feeling empty, saddened somehow. He was desperate to be filled again. He didn’t try to turn his head away when the weapon was shoved under his chin, he merely let his head go with the movement. His body slammed into the wall with a thud, soft skin was scraped and he groaned. His wanton desperation was sated when he was impaled again. Skin on skin, flesh on flesh, Yazoo’s cock tore him open. The tool was just as long as the gun had been, but so much wider. As his hole was being pounded, he tried to squeeze around it, but wasn’t given much room to work with. He rolled his hips every time he felt that fat tip stab against his button. The very violence of the act was heady. He was so close now. Doing exactly as he was commanded, his tongue slipped from his lips to lick at the bloody, juice covered gun, crying “Fuck...Yazoo...so good...your cock...” in between licks.



And fuck him, Yazoo did. Holding the gun firmly towards Genesis’ lips, he pulled the man’s cock hard and fast while sliding in and out of his body, getting rougher and harsher with every thrust. He was close, the built up tension seeping over the rest of his body, rocking him in waves. He was pounding Genesis recklessly into the wall now, brutally slapping against his red ass, feeling his balls tightening and his orgasm closing up on him, finally winning the race and dragging the auburn angel along. With a harsh breath, he shot his load into the taut, spasming body, his semen mingling with thin trails of blood. He only managed to pull the gun back last second as his finger clenched and a shot echoed through the empty alley, a thin strand of red hair falling to the dirty ground. Yazoo rocked a few more times, milking the last drops from his cock before he pulled away, storing his softening genitals back into his pants.



Gen’s orgasm was overwhelming. The silver’s relentless thrusting against his sweet spot alongside having his cock pumped, plus being made to lick his own fluids from a deadly weapon, was so exhilarating, that with a scream, “YAZOOOO!” that rivaled the sound of the shot, Genesis exploded. He soaked the boy’s hand in his white hot lust, spurts of the cream hit his stomach and the wall.



The air smelled sharply of sex, blood, cum and gunpowder, but Genesis was unharmed. "Put your pants back on, we’re leaving." The silver head ordered, bending down to gather the stranger’s sword from the ground and gesturing with his gun towards the other end of the street.



Then...it was over. Just like that. It was only then did Genesis realize that the ringing in his ears was caused by the gun and not his voice. After a few calming breaths, he bent down and pulled up his pants. The wetness that soaked them, was...tolerable at best. However, when he tried to walk, his legs buckled. A few more steadying breaths, and he could walk, though bowlegged.



To say he wasn’t pleased that Yazoo had Rapier would be an understatement. “Guess we’re going to the castle now?”



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