AN: better slap an 'I write porn, not canon' label on this one. And I blame this on erestorjunkie who had to quote 'Deliverance' yesterday. This is made for 5drunkfics, you can see the progress/prompt table here.
Warnings: Major angst, majorly ooc, evil Angeal, lemon, AU.
Prompt: Tipsy.
Beta: goodbye_sun
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honour remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
-Loveless-
Genesis looked up from his computer with an annoyed scowl, ”What do you want?”
”Weren't you listening at all Sir?” Zack said, as a worried expression fell in place, while intently watching the red haired general. ”It's Angeal, sir. He sent for you.”
”Oh,” Genesis sighed heavily.
”His office,” Zack said still studying the older man.
”Tell him I will be there as soon as I finished this,” Genesis said dully, his gaze went from Zack to the monitor. Zack opened his mouth to object, but Genesis silenced him with a flip of his wrist, holding up his hand palm in Zack's face, ”That is final.”
”But he said it was urgent,” Zack burst out, ignoring Genesis' less than friendly hand.
”Tell him I don't care,” Genesis huffed, ”I have to finish this first.”
”Yessir,” Zack mumbled in defeat, turning his back to Genesis, walking towards the door. Genesis opened the bottom drawer with a soft swoosh as it slid open. ”Sir?” Zack said, turning halfway around, ”You probably shouldn't do that.”
Genesis looked up at Zack with a angry frown, ”What the hell do you mean Soldier?”
”Your scotch,” Zack said honestly.
”I was just getting a pencil, thank you very much,” Genesis hissed, pissed off that he had been called out on his mini liquor cabinet in his bottom drawer.
Zack shrugged, ”It's not like its a secret,” he stated.
”Really now?” Genesis huffed, carefully lifting out a bottle of bourbon, before slamming the drawer shut. ”Besides that, its Bourbon, not Scotch.” He rose an amused eyebrow, ”You like Bourbon Zack?”
”I do,” Zack admitted, turning all the way around, looking directly at Genesis.
”Too bad, this is mine,” Genesis said honey sweet, with a cruel smile playing on his lips. ”Now run and tell Angeal I will be right there, once I finish this.”
Zack's lips were a fine line of annoyance, ”The filing, or the bottle.”
”For me to know, and you to figure out as you leave my office... Please,” Genesis said, unscrewing the lid of the bottle.
”Yes Sir,” Zack growled, saluting Genesis out of spite, before he stomped out of the office.
Genesis leaned back in his chair, swinging his long legs up on the desk. ”Did you miss me?” he whispered tenderly to the bottle, smiling. ”Oh I know you did, you little rascal you,” and then he took a large swing of the bottle, sighing blissfully as he wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. ”Pleasant as always,” he mumbled.
(Ah, I see, you wanna be a hero, do you?)
Genesis frowned, hearing Angeal's haughty voice ringing in his ears. ”So the little rich boy decided to be a hero,” Genesis whispered to himself.
(Angeal please give me a chance, I know I can do it.)
He had begged hadn't he? Had wanted to take back every single bad thing he ever said about Angeal, he hadn't meant it, he had just wanted to be, yeah well... noticed, and besides it had been expected of him in some warped way. It was not like he had really meant it.
His train of thought was interrupted as someone slammed the door. He looked straight up into Angeal's very angry face as he leaned in over the table, ”Cute Genesis, cute.”
”I wasn't trying to be cute, Angeal,” Genesis said, his lips forming the fakest of all fake smiles.
”I think you forget who's outranking who,” Angeal yelled, slamming a fist down into Genesis' desk. ”When I summon you, you damn well answer it, straight away Genesis! Not after a bottle of that filth!” He slapped the bottle out of Genesis' hands, and they both heard it shatter on impact with the floor, but neither of them turned to look.
”That was my last bottle you bastard,” Genesis sneered.
”Well you don't need to get any more hammered, do you?” Angeal stated.
”I'm not hammered, I might be slightly tipsy, but never hammered,” Genesis retorted in disgust that Angeal could even suggest that he would get that drunk.
”Nevertheless, I summoned you for a reason,” Angeal said coldly.
”Oh yes, let me guess,” Genesis laughed mirthlessly, ”Zack wouldn't put out so you needed someone to vent on?”
”You are crazy, you know that don't you?” Angeal hissed, pushing Genesis' feet from the table. ”But since you suggested it, why don't you get on your knees then, since you seem to be so concerned about my well being.”
Genesis just stared empty on Angeal. ”And they wonder why I drink,” he huffed.
”Now,” Angeal scowled, picking up Rapier from where it rested against the wall to the left of him, with a swift move, aiming its deadly point at Genesis, ”And it better be good.”
Ages ago upon his arrival here, something had broken inside Genesis, something dear and vital. And now when staring down the length of his own sword, he could just smile and stare up at Angeal. ”Hands or no hands?” he asked sweetly.
Angeal didn't answer and Genesis slid unceremoniously down from his chair, and crawled the last two paces on his knees, he could feel the cold steel of Rapier against his neck as he unzipped Angeal's pants. It would not be the first time, or the last time he had preformed with a weapon stuck in his face, so he just ignored the coldness of the blade, and freed Angeal's cock with a small smile. ”So why did you summon me, for real?” he asked, opening his mouth, wrapping his lips around the dark haired man's half hardness.
”I wanted to ask you to take out Zack,” Angeal purred. Looking down at the mass of red hair before him. ”I will be away for some, nngh, weeks,” he panted softly, as Genesis worked him steadily towards his orgasm.
Genesis didn't answer, he just closed his eyes as Angeal grabbed his hair with his free hand, and started to fuck his mouth in earnest.
(breathe, breathe, swallow, breathe, its over soon, swallow, breathe, smile.)
And with a forceful thrust, making Genesis gag, Angeal emptied himself with a loud satisfied groan.
Genesis felt a dull pain an the base of his ear, and reached up to run his slender fingers over the abused spot. They came away wet, and when he stared at them cross eyed, he could tell that Angeal had cut him. ”I didn't give you teeth or anything, what the hell was that for?” Genesis pouted.
”Must have slipped,” Angeal stated, leaning on the desk with one hand as he caught his breath.
”Just great,” Genesis sneered, getting on his feet.
”I'll leave tomorrow,” Angeal said, and then narrowed his eyes. ”If you pull this off, your debt is paid in full,” he said, his voice carrying a badly hidden threat, ”But if you as much as breathe one wrong word to him, you ain't seen nothing yet.”
”Understood,” Genesis nodded and raked a hand through his hair, trying to regain some of his demeanour. He bit back any snarky remark that might come to him, and just sat down in his chair again, opening his bottom drawer, pulling out the bottle of scotch that Zack had called him out on earlier. ”I will babysit your little puppy love, don't worry.”