25/100 Rejection. Genesis/Zack.
My part of a deal with Staci-Diane603... she wanted angst... I hope I deliver...

Rejection

To Think for One Moment

It was something Zack barely understood himself: why he subjected himself to being used in this way. He supposed he'd just gotten so used to sharply nailed hands shredding down his back and beautifully curved lips, bent into a wicked smirk, bruising his skin that he hardly noticed anymore.

In itself, the routine was a simple one to fall into; finishing a day of training with Angeal and going straight to the redhead who was always waiting in Zack's own private quarters.

Sometimes, he'd be sprawled out on the bed or others he'd grab the teenager and molest him against the closed door.

Maybe it was that waiting factor that made Genesis as violent and, dare Zack say it, desperate as he was in their encounters. Only rarely did he actually speak to the boy, preferring to use his mouth to utter lines of poetry that were barely relevant, if ever, to what the redhead was doing with his hands and body.

When the prestigious 1st Class first approached him with the proposal of this heated, 'fuck-buddy' type relationship, Zack had instantly agreed, almost without thought. It would be a way to cut-loose after training; to let go of the SOLDIER pride his mentor was always droning on about and a way to just give into those primal desires that dominated his subconscious. Never did he suspect back then that he would become attached emotionally to the older man.

But then, sharp nails and softly spoken words tend to effect a man in ways they'd never comprehend.

Occasionally, the redhead could be warm and, dare Zack say it, tender after the act, taking the time with those skilled narrow hands to clean up his abuse, treating Zack so softly as he wiped away blood, his fluids and anything else he decided to play with in that session. Other times, the young, black haired SOLDIER would be lucky if he had an already used, damp wash cloth and a glance thrown his way as he slumped down onto the floor, exhausted and aggrieved, after his knees gave out.

Nonetheless, all the while, bouncing back between these two sides of Genesis, Zack knew exactly how it felt, always empty as soon as his apartment door slammed shut and the scent of their heavy sex drifted out of the window.

He was unaware of how long the debauchery they called – well, Zack liked to call – a relationship had been going on. What he did know however was that one questioned burned on his tongue whilst Genesis pounded into his slim body. He silenced himself, almost to the brink of anguish. This irritated the scarlet 1st Class, causing his thrusts to deepen, hitting the boy's prostate painfully hard each time.

"Dammit, Zack! Scream for me!" The redhead hissed venomously, dangerously close to release.

Zack did open his mouth and set free a few desperate, strangled moans, then Genesis slowed, kissing along his neck so softly the worst happened.

"Genesis…" He breathed deeply, "I think... I'm falling... in love... with you,"

The Commander immediately stilled, hands paused, fingertips still digging into tanned flesh. "What?"

"Do you… feel the same?"

Laughter, the coldest laughter Zack had ever heard (and neither could he imagine anything more hurtful) sounded out.

Genesis threw his head back and laughed. It made his entire body shake, and if Zack hadn't have been so crushed, it might have felt good inside him. He pulled out of the teenager's body, earning a sharp yelp, all the while still lost in his amusement.

As Zack slid down the metal wall lifelessly, he heard a few sounds he recognised all too well: the SOLDIER re-zipping his leather trousers and waltzing his way out of the apartment.

Why?

Well, that was a question Zack asked himself a lot.