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Genesis’ eyes flickered with irritation and he pulled back, letting out a short breath of irritation. Kuja laughed under his breath, tilting his head to consider him. It suddenly didn’t matter how Genesis reacted. No, Kuja had said his piece, and whether the man approved was in his court.
After a moment, Genesis laughed with him. It seemed Kuja’s boldness had paid off, or at least not shattered his chances. ”Oh, I’ve never minded playing the role of the water,” he said before reaching towards him again. He reached towards Kuja again, trailing his hand from his shoulder and up his neck before brushing his stray hair aside. Kuja leaned into his touch with a mysterious smile.
”Is it not the wind that makes the storm?” He played a finger down the back of Genesis’ hand, pausing at his wrist. ”I have never found pleasure without triumph.” He gave a light, chiming laugh before pulling away, bending down to gather Genesis’ discarded coat. He handed it back before muttering a spell, bringing a spark of fire to his hand, and casting it upon himself to increase his resistance. In truth, he doubted he’d need it. His blood had warmed enough already.
”Shall we then?”
His hotel wasn’t far -- only a few blocks away -- and they came to it quickly. It wasn’t the kind of place Kuja would have frequented if he’d had the choice. No marble, no gold, no statues, and not a single glimpse of wealth, but it was better than the remote inns he’d been forced to rent before now. He supposed it was better than could have been expected given the circumstances. It was clean at least. The floors were polished, and it was well lit with both the overhanging lights and the tall glass windows alike. He took to what he’d learned was called an elevator and laughed softly to himself as he pushed a button.
”Technology is truly fascinating,” he said. ”If I ever return, I think I’ll implement the design myself. I’ve had to rely upon teleportation before now.” The doors opened and he sauntered inside, waiting with his arms crossed as the platform ascended. ”A series of pulleys operated by gears. Its simplicity boggles the mind.”
He unlocked his door with the swipe of a card (”Could it have some kind of magical programming?”) before stepping inside. The room was nothing special. Cleanly folded sheets. Landscape paintings. The cool scent of lavender. The only elements of note were the tower view over a light-speckled horizon and the odd glass set atop the dresser that seemed to have some kind of illusion enchantment. Kuja sighed and touched his hand to his cheek.
”It isn’t much,” he said. ”I’ve been crafting charmed items. Amulets, armor, weapons. It pays as well as it always has, but it’s nothing extravagant.” He turned to face Genesis, eyes glittering with interest. ”Though I suppose it hardly matters. Something far more alluring has caught my eye.”
Kuja trailed a finger down the back of his gloved hand and gave him a flirtatious smile before backing off.
“I have never found pleasure without triumph.”
Genesis laughed under his breath, feeling his lips twitch into a faint smirk as Kuja handed him back his coat that had fallen into the snow during their kiss.
“I’ll be sure to give you a challenge then,” he murmured, patting down his coat to remove the powdered snow before he pulled it back on over his shoulders. Now that he’d moved away from Kuja, the cold felt biting on his bare skin again.
Kuja seemed to fix whatever magic he'd had in place to control his exposure to the elements (What sort of materia allowed for that? He’d have to ask him later), and then they set off down the street towards the hotel. It was a brief walk, but Genesis had to resist from chattering his teeth by the time they spilled into the warmth of the hotel lobby. By that point, the warmth from the wine was starting to wear off, and Genesis was grateful that if all went well, he wouldn’t have to venture outside again until the morning. Sonora was such a dismal hell-hole. He’d need to move on soon.
Kuja seemed mesmerized by the elevator and Genesis blinked at him before laughing softly. “I suppose you’re right that they're quite the invention. Though elevators are something Zephon and my world had in common. Would you believe I used to work on the 49th floor?” Though the entire Soldier floor could burn along with the rest of Shinra headquarters if he had his way. But he thought it best not to say that loud after how much he’d derailed their earlier conversation at the lounge. Talk of revenge was probably better to put aside for now.
Genesis followed Kuja into his hotel room and took a moment to appreciate its furnishings. Once upon a time, he would have considered it a fairly average room, but his standards had been significantly lowered after four years of cave dwelling. Still, Kuja seemed to feel he had to apologize for its lack of grand upholstery, and Genesis shook his head as he went on about his current modes of work.
“You’re doing far better than I am,” he admitted. “I haven’t been here for very long. Maybe a month at most.” Genesis took the moment to walk further into the room towards the wide window along one wall. Despite the earlier cold, he was starting to feel overly warm, so he took the opportunity to remove his leather gloves with his teeth before tossing them onto a nearby table.
The view out the window was more spectacular than he would have expected out of Sonora. The city lights spread out below them and glistened against the backdrop of darkness. They almost looked like the stars that the light pollution blocked them from seeing.
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” he marveled. “I suppose anywhere can look appealing when it’s from a distance.” Turning to face Kuja, he gave him a low smile as he said that something more alluring had caught his eye.
“Is that so?” he murmured, deciding that it had definitely gotten too warm in here. Sliding his coat down his arms, he draped it over the back of a chair, though the sight of a black feather clinging to the fabric soured his intended performance. How could he have forgotten what had ruined his chances with Bartz the other day?
“Kuja?” He asked, taking a few steps towards the man and taking a seat on the foot of the bed. “I suppose there’s something I should bring up before this goes any further.” He hesitated, debating just pulling off his sweater, but that had somehow ended with him screaming at Bartz. Maybe it was better to just tell him instead?
“Wings of light and dark spread afar. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh,” he blended different acts of Loveless together to explain his situation before carefully meeting Kuja’s eyes. He was on bated breath for what he'd think.
Oh no. He misinterpreted Loveless. Is this too much for Genesis?
Why should the world exist without me?
Genesis trailed behind him and stopped when he did, turning an appreciative eye towards the window. ”I suppose anywhere can look appealing when it’s from a distance,” he said, and Kuja considered it quietly. He’d spent enough time on his dragon to know the view from above. But what could distance do for a landscape so thick with Mist that it seemed a sea of eternal fog? What could it do for the endless, soul-drained wastes of continents nearly uninhabitable? And what could it do for a half-dead world inhabited by nothing of worth? All in all, Kuja understood the sentiment, but couldn’t have disagreed more. It was life what gave a world value. Without it, there could be no beauty at all.
Genesis slid off his coat, and Kuja smirked at the tight-knit sweater and the hardened muscles of his bare arms. The man was still lithe. He carried the same beauty that touched at glistening lips and long eyelashes. Kuja’s eyes inched over him, gleaming their interest. Certain allowances were to be expected from a soldier, he supposed. Calloused hands. Broadened shoulders. All things considered, he’d done well to preserve the femininity that came to him naturally.
This would do just fine.
”Kuja?” Genesis started past him and then perched on the bed, something uneasy at his eyes. Something less than optimal. ”I suppose there’s something I should bring up before this goes any further.”
”Oh?” Kuja eyed him carefully. He couldn’t for the life of him think of something that would dissuade him now, but he’d experienced enough to know that most Gaians were insecure in some way about their bodies. He supposed he couldn’t blame them. Their beauty was a matter of chance rather than meticulous crafting after all.
For a moment, Genesis was silent. He sat with his hands on his knees, pensive, before he finally spoke. ”Wings of light and dark spread afar. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.”
Kuja raised his eyebrows and waited for more, but all he received was an expectant look. His eyebrows twitched into a furrow. ”You’re apprehensive?” Light and dark separating only to be stripped away. The imminent end. Perhaps it had something to do with his troubled history? ”I assure you that whatever it is, I hardly care.”
Kuja felt his voice tinge with impatience. Would Genesis reveal his anxieties? Kuja had no way of knowing, but he wasn’t particularly interested in them regardless. He’d come here for a reason, after all, and he'd hate for his blood to cool.
Kuja drifted towards him and touched at the center of his sweater, a smirk touching at his lips. ”You’ve already caught my eye.”
Kuja seemed to misunderstand what he was getting at, and Genesis let out a huff of exasperation. He was always so clear, and yet no one ever seemed to catch on for some reason. He barely would have been disappointed if not for the fact that Kuja had been doing so well with Loveless so far. He had seemed to understand his musings more than most people ever had, outside of maybe his Study Group fanclub or Angeal.
Angeal had always understood what he was trying to say. But Angeal was the last thing he wanted to think about while in someone else’s hotel room.
“I assure you that whatever it is, I hardly care.”
Kuja sounded impatient, and Genesis supposed that he couldn’t blame him. He was definitely slowing their encounter down, but he couldn’t help a muttered “I somehow doubt that,” as Kuja drifted closer to him.
A hand touched at the front of his sweater, and Genesis glanced at the manicured, purple fingertips before his eyes drifted up to the man in front of him. Kuja really was breath-taking, even aside from his smooth voice and the vivid images and poetry that he could spin from it. His hair fell in long waves down either side of his face, and Genesis felt ensnared in a cloud of purple and silver as he looked up at him. He was still sitting in front of Kuja, which put him around eye-level with the man’s curves and full hips. And as Kuja smirked down at him, Genesis knew that he’d lost whatever this game had been. He’d found the most beautiful bird of prey possible and had gone willingly to its talons.
“When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky,” he cursed, before grabbing the wrist that was touching his chest. “Wing,” he groaned, the word coming out tense and unwilling. “I have a wing.”
The admission made him want to act childish in retaliation, so he flopped backwards on the bed with his hands behind his head. Glancing up at the man standing over him, he tried to make his expression challenging, but he felt it flicker with uncertainty anyway as he waited for Kuja’s reaction. He wasn’t sure that he could handle being thrown out when he was so drunk and strung out.
Unless Genesis rejects this, I will let you close out the scene
Why should the world exist without me?
Genesis melted at his touch. So close, Kuja could feel the man’s heart beating -- could smell the man’s earthy must somewhere between coffee and chestnuts. Genesis was captivated, he knew from the hazy look in his eye that conveyed longing and resignation in equal measure. Above them, the walls rattled to life with a stream of heated air that flushed across his bare flesh. Kuja pressed harder on his chest, tracing a line down his sternum to the base of his ribs. Since the moment they’d locked eyes, Kuja had teased the man along on shimmering strings. There could be no escape.
Genesis seized his wrist. Kuja blinked before his eyes furrowed. Why was he still resisting?
”Wing.” The word came so belabored that Kuja wondered if he’d heard it correctly. ”I have a wing,” Genesis said again before throwing himself backwards with a groan. Kuja felt his fingers curl.
”And?” It felt more like an excuse than anything. A non-sequitur meant to waste his time. He gave Genesis the chance to add something more valid. Perhaps the wing was painfully molting? Or it was actually invisible and unable to contract? Nothing came. Kuja felt his lips purse before he forced his expression clear. He doubted he could do anything for his flickering irritation.
”If you’re self-conscious about it then I’ll repeat. I hardly care.” He supposed he could partially empathize with the thought of hiding away one’s own abnormalities. After all, was that not what he’d done for nearly a decade? But that empathy could only stretch so far when matters of pleasure were on the line.
”I don’t know how it is where you came from, but we warred against two nations of sentient rats, the harold of our kingdom was an oversized penguin, and I have a tail. So unless that wing somehow makes you impotent, I don’t see the problem.”
Rather than wait for some other ridiculous insecurity to cross the man’s mind, Kuja took the opportunity to make his advance. There was no need to push him back -- the man had already left himself vulnerable. Instead, Kuja merely pressed himself on top of him, pinning him down by one shoulder before trailing his hand up to tangle in his hair. A rather dry smirk crossed him as he leaned forward until his lips were hardly an inch from the man’s ear and muttered, ”Now if you wouldn’t mind.”
Genesis shot Kuja a look of disbelief from where he was sprawled back on the bed. There was not a single flicker of surprise on the man’s face. No hidden unease or fake understanding. Just irritation at having to wait. He looked like a man who’d been derailed and hated every second of it.
Genesis felt a bubble of hysterical laughter build up in his chest. Kuja really didn’t care? Was having a wing more par for the course in Zephon? If so, then he’d certainly done Bartz wrong the other night when he’d yelled at him for being too good of a person. Genesis still didn’t think he was out of line (he was never in the wrong), but he might have misunderstood why Bartz had been so casual about the whole situation. This made two for two encounters where people didn’t care, after all. It must have been more a product of the world itself than of anything to do with Bartz. Kuja certainly didn’t seem the type to hide his feelings if he’d wanted to kick Genesis out at any rate.
“I don’t know how it is where you came from, but we warred against two nations of sentient rats, the harold of our kingdom was an oversized penguin, and I have a tail.”
Genesis wasn’t able to contain his laughter anymore. He felt like he should question something in those statements, but it was so ridiculous that he had no idea were to start. The penguin Harold maybe?
“You have a tail?” He settled on, his eyes flickering to the man’s legs. He hadn’t noticed anything so far, which was actually impressive considering that the man was only wearing a half-skirt. Even if Kuja had somehow managed to hide it in his scant clothing, Genesis would have thought that his skirt would have twitched on occasion. Kuja must have strapped his tail down to all hell, which actually made Genesis feel a bit better about freaking out on him. Did that mean that Kuja went to huge lengths to hide his tail? Why would he do that if it was as normal as he claimed?
Before he could ask about it, Kuja had a hand on his shoulder and was pushing him back more firmly against the bed as the man crawled over him. Fingers curled into his hair and tugged his head slightly to the side so that Kuja could speak directly in his ear. Genesis had nearly fallen out of the mood between his self-consciousness and laughter, but the warm breath on his ear combined with the cloth and leather dragging over his skin from Kuja’s clothing reminded him why he was here.
He had one last moment of hesitation as he looked up into Kuja’s eyes. The man’s silver hair draped around them like a curtain, and Genesis had the sense that he was diving in with someone he didn’t fully understand. But the gleam in the man’s eyes and the playful smirk on his lips promised him that he’d enjoy the descent.
“Wings of light and dark spread afar, she guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting,” he murmured before leaning up to press him to a kiss.
