Genesis had dreams of the Mediterranean coast, of temples and togas and Roman youths whose blood tasted like wild sexual inhibition. That was the first place he'd ever lived on Earth, and he hadn't yet known how to experience carnal pleasure the way humans do. He'd been an invisible voyeur in those days, haunting the feasts of Nero and Caligula, not having any goals besides waiting for a chance to capture his next meal.

It was a shame. With his teal eyes and red hair, Genesis could definitely have had any Roman guy he wanted. The ones in power were never that sexually appealing, but their entourages were always full of the best looking guys in the land. And they all really knew how to fucking party.

But even more than getting a piece of ancient Roman ass, Genesis wished he could take his boys back to that era of his life. Cloud and Zack would have the time of their lives reveling freely in the warm night air, and Sephiroth could sit and eavesdrop on some of the most original thinkers in history. They could all get drunk on intoxicated blood and fuck each other right there in the feasting halls, their homosexuality right at home at any self-respecting orgy hall.

To think of it now in this prude, rigid Catholic era, it was like a dream.

Sure, Rome might have been a little different now due to rampant Catholicism and everything, but once a city hits such a fine crescendo of sin, it's never far beneath the surface. He'd seen Catholics do things that no Roman would ever dream of. Something about denying primal desire made it so much more violent when it finally came out.

Like Zack, for example. All his life a sweet, devout church boy until one touch from a vampire unleashed the rampaging demon living inside him. He'd have been right at home in modern Rome, but it was his uncontrollable nature that made the journey impossible. Even Cloud was still a little too young to make a trip so far. Although Cloud could control his words and never complained out loud, his mind and body were screaming for regular meals, to get out of the bumpy carriage, and finally have a soft, dark place to sleep with his lovers during the daylight hours.

So instead of making the journey all the way to the Italian peninsula, they made a plan to stop at the first densely populated place outside of Russia. It would be a safe harbor as Angeal set up a carpentry shop, and it would give them a chance to fall into a comfortable routine again.

"It's called Kiev… I think we can make it there in another week," Genesis said one night as they all spread out on a blanket to enjoy a little time under the stars.

"Kiev?" Cloud wondered, pulling the lantern closer to take a look at the atlas. "Where's that?"

"Here," Genesis pointed.

Cloud made a guilty face at his own ignorance. "I don't know anything about it. Is it nice?"

"Let's just say things get burnt down a lot. They're always in need of wood workers," Genesis chuckled. "Angeal will easily be able to set up shop there."

"Is it safe?" Sephiroth wondered.

Genesis leveled him an unimpressed look. "One day you're going to become an overlord of Hell. When are you going to start acting like it?"

Sephiroth shot him a glare. "Maybe when we're not traveling with hungry kids and depending on a human to help us."

"The human is really good at helping so far," Angeal grumbled through a mouthful of bread. He wasn't experiencing the same lack of nutrition as his new nocturnal friends and had plenty spread out to eat.

"I'm not a kid and I'm not that hungry!" Cloud added, much paler than usual with his arms crossed tight to quell the pain of his empty stomach. The moment he thought about it, it gurgled loudly enough to echo around the surrounding forest clearing. "Just a little hungry..."

Zack was lying on the ground in death throes of starvation with his arms crossed over his head. "Hungry!"

"You can be so pitiful when you want to be," Cloud giggled down at his pet, and focused on him to forget the pain in his stomach as he swung a leg over Zack's lap to straddle him. He grabbed at Zack's hands to uncover his face, "We ate last night, you know!"

"Not enough!" Zack whimpered melodramatically, slapping away Cloud's hands. "Angeal, share food?"

Angeal frowned around his beef jerky, "I don't think you can eat any of this."

"Can we eat a little of you?" Cloud smirked.

Zack was livid at the suggestion, "Angeal is not food! He's too cute to eat!"

"Indeed," Genesis agreed bitterly. On their first night at the inn, Angeal had been deliriously light headed by the time Genesis and Zack returned, not to mention sporting the kind of furious wood only dead dudes could manage. "You two should be ashamed of yourselves!"

"I didn't do anything," Cloud chirped, maintaining total innocence.

"You don't fool me you little instigator!" Genesis accused.

Cloud was unbothered as he leveled a lustful gaze in Angeal's direction, "He looks fine to me."

Angeal gave him a quick wink as he continued to eat. Cloud bit his lip like he was about to say something, but was interrupted when Zack bounced his hips up at him. They resumed slapping at each other's hands and began to roll in the grass.

Sephiroth was not as carefree about the incident. Killing Angeal would have been one thing, but apparently taste testing humans was some sort of taboo he hadn't had the opportunity to become aware of yet. Not wanting to open up the fresh argument, Sephiroth remained detached from this topic as he continued to look over the atlas.

Genesis was well aware of Sephiroth's avoidance tactics, and reached around him to pull him close by the waist. "Still don't have anything to say?"

"About what?" Sephiroth inquired mildly, his eyes drifting to Angeal. They shared a private smile, some sort of inside joke that only a predator and pardoned prey could understand.

Even at a couple thousand years old, Genesis' hormones were screaming for release after a stressful few weeks without it. The night was mild, the fire was warm, and that little smile between Sephiroth and Angeal was all it took to make Genesis' cock firmly announce its presence in his pants.

He shifted where he sat and refocused, "Kiev. What do you have to say about Kiev?"

"It's fine," Sephiroth answered, purposely emptying his mind.

Genesis slipped a spidery hand up his loose traveling shirt and tickled his side. "What are you trying not to think about?"

Sephiroth jerked and a bright smile flashed across his face. "Nothing."

Genesis couldn't help but push his face against Sephiroth's shoulder to inhale his scent, his hands going soft to feel the hard, warm muscle flinching against his touch. "Tell me or I'll get Zack over here to help me tickle it out of you."

Zack was already clamoring out from underneath Cloud, "Tickle!?"

Sephiroth shot a foot out in Zack's direction to keep him at bay. "Alright... I was just wondering how close we'll be traveling to Chernihiv."

Genesis was softer in his approach now. "... You want to go there?"

Sephiroth wrapped his arms around Zack, who wouldn't be stopped from climbing into his lap, "I was just wondering how close we'll be."

"We're fairly close right now. It'll add a few more days to the trip, but we can swing over there if you'd like to see it again."

Sephiroth seemed suddenly embarrassed by all eyes on him, "No! I mean, more time in that carriage? I wouldn't do that to you guys, we don't need to go."

"What is it?" Angeal asked.

"The first few years we were together, we spent time in the wilderness; in cabins, caves... it was surviving, not living. Chernihiv was the first city where we really settled down," Genesis gazed at Sephiroth with pure love in his eyes. "We tried to, anyway. We were driven out after a few weeks."

Cloud was grinning, "What did Sephiroth do?"

"Nothing," Sephiroth answered. "It was Genesis' fault."

Genesis crossed his arms, "Everyone was so goddamn nosy in that town!"

"You were embarrassing," Sephiroth teased. "Not everyone could see him – half the town thought I was living alone and that his voice came out of nowhere. Every time he opened a door or moved something I had to cover for him, it was exhausting."

"Why couldn't people see you?" Angeal asked curiously.

"I wasn't used to having a physical body yet," Genesis answered as though it should have been obvious.

"What finally made them kick you out?" Cloud laughed, always eager to find out more about things that happened before he was born.

"There was a plague that arrived shortly after we did – it was too early for the plague, but it was just as nasty. They blamed us for it," Sephiroth shrugged. "So we got driven out with fire and pitchforks. I've read a lot of ghost and witch pamphlets that have come out of that town – we're the basis for pretty much all of them. I'm pretty sure there's a painting of us burning in hell in their cathedral."

"We're going," Cloud decided.

Angeal nodded, "Yeah, definitely."

Zack laid his head prettily on Sephiroth's shoulder, "... Will it make you sad to go there?"

Sephiroth smiled and rested his chin on Zack's head, "Of course not."

"Then we should go!" Zack sat up on his knees, knocking Sephiroth's teeth together in the process. "I'm gonna kill all of them for being so mean to you!"

Sephiroth rubbed his jaw, "Thanks."

Genesis sighed, "They're dead, Zack. Like deader than dust."

"Their descendants aren't," Zack said with a sudden calculating intelligence. "And I'm really hungry!"

"It's settled, then!" Genesis pulled Zack over into his lap and wrapped two arms around him, showing him the atlas. He put his finger over the area where they currently were resting and began to slowly move it, "We'll head towards Chernihiv in the morning... then turn southwest... and go around the Dnieper River all the way to Kiev. It'll only be another week or so until we arrive."

"And Zack will eat!" Zack supplied with musical gusto.

"Zack will have plenty to eat," Genesis agreed with a warm kiss to the side of his face. When Zack turned his head to catch his lips, the kiss blossomed into something deeper. None of them had had the hygiene or the energy to be intimate on the road, but kissing a handsome demon under the stars wasn't half bad.

He felt lips intruding on the edges of his kiss with Zack, and turned his head to welcome Cloud. Another set of lips ran along the side of his neck, and he turned again to taste Sephiroth. And then someone new, alive, and human was also kissing him, making him hungry for comfort, warmth, blood, and sex. These were the things he'd been wanting all his earthly existence, and while it became more and more elusive as their clan grew, it was a dream worth chasing.

They all settled into their nightly routines they'd developed while on the road.

Cloud and Zack laid on their backs under the stars, holding hands and inventing their own pictures out of the constellations. Sephiroth sat in front of Angeal and allowed him to work out knots in his lower vertebrae from the unforgiving carriage.

Genesis watched them, unable to be at peace until they were safe. He hoped Kiev would become home for a time... it was no Rome, but it might be just what they all needed.

And beyond the troubles of earthly life, Genesis needed to make a trip to Hell. He was late, he was too tired to make contact, and Satan was not happy. Genesis had never made him wait before, for anything.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

On their way to Chernihiv, they'd passed by a few places Genesis and Sephiroth had lived when they'd first met. Even if it was four hundred years ago, it felt much longer to Sephiroth, who was an entirely different person from those rough early days. To Genesis it was even more surreal, being in a real, corporeal body as he stumbled through the forest. He hadn't been so earthbound and clumsy in those days, and now needed Sephiroth's hand to hold as he climbed through the brush.

It was a bittersweet feeling to stand beside a particular stream where an old cottage once stood that they'd squatted in one very cold winter, nothing on the property anymore but a grown over section of young trees and berries.

Sephiroth searched in vain for any evidence of that particular cottage, a piece of wood or even a brick to serve as a token of the past. Over three hundred years had taken away that place bit by bit, so Sephiroth took a stone. It was small and ordinary, just like that cottage had been. But, it was still a memory that he wanted to be able to hold in his hand.

When they arrived in Chernihiv, they didn't bother getting a hotel room. It wasn't nearly as nice a town as the last one, and the inn was clearly for prostitution.

"Do you want to just stay in the carriage and get some rest?" Sephiroth asked Angeal as they all dressed before heading downtown to eat.

"Something fun finally happens and you expect me to sleep? I'm going. I could use a few drinks."

Some cities were very cold regarding newcomers who just happened to show up in the middle of the night, but not Chernihiv. It seemed that the people had grown a lot more hospitable in the centuries since Sephiroth and Genesis' eviction, and no questions were asked at the pub before they were allowed a seat at the bar. There was a band, dancing, a crowd of locals and plenty of prostitutes.

And so while Angeal had a few beers and a turkey leg, the vampires took turns taking girls around back to drain before dumping them down a nearby well. There was no romance or seduction of the first one – they were all too hungry for that. But for the second course, they each took more time with their conquests. Cloud found a young man with naturally bright red cheeks and sandy hair to flirt with for a couple hours before taking him. Zack preferred whores because they were often drunk and it was easy to make them laugh, and so he took two more before he was satisfied, and was left happily drunk from their blood.

It seemed that the memory of Sephiroth and Genesis were very well remembered around town. The working girls in the pub all cooed over Sephiroth's hair (which wasn't unusual), but in Chernihiv it fit with their local urban legend of a haunted young man with silver hair. He even let one of the local girls put a braid in it all the way to the bottom, but shook it out soon after when Angeal told him he looked like a princess. But it earned her trust enough to go out back with Sephiroth, and her hands were gripping tight in his glorious hair as she died.

Genesis was having such a good time at the bar with Angeal that he almost forgot to eat a second time – until a beautiful young flower girl came in trying to sell them roses. The locals avoided eye contact with her as she made her way around the pub with a serene smile on her face. Since she was such an unnoticed and avoided figure, nobody saw her leave and nobody cared that Genesis followed closely behind her.

It was all too easy to spend the entire night there. This was the first really good time they'd had in so long, and the way Angeal blended seamlessly into their world was beyond Genesis' comprehension. Either he still had a death wish, or he just... liked being with them.

But before the light at the horizon began to pale, Genesis rounded up Cloud and Zack from the dance floor. "Come on boys, time to go absolve our sins before getting back on the road."

The town had changed a great deal since he'd been there, but the tower of the church still stood tall on the city line. Genesis grinned as he walked towards it, naturally high with a happy, well fed family all around him.

Zack was riding Angeal's back, "Oh! A church! I used to listen to lots of confessions in a church!"

"You did?" Genesis laughed, reaching out to smack his ass.

Zack cried out, "Hey! I really did! I used to hear confessions from important people!"

Angeal turned toward Genesis as he walked to protect Zack's defenseless ass. "Tell us a good confession you heard."

Zack's eyebrows dropped low, "... No good ones. They were all horrible!"

"Don't I know it," Genesis chuckled as they approached the cathedral doors. "Catholicism just seems to attract the worst."

Cloud was walking with both arms looped around Sephiroth's waist, "If there's really a painting of you guys in there, I'm gonna laugh forever."

Sephiroth was equally cuddly upon Cloud's smaller frame, "Don't be disappointed if it's just more urban legend shit."

Genesis dramatically threw one of the doors opened and they went inside. It was a smaller scale cathedral than any of the ones they'd known in Russia, certainly nothing compared to the one Zack used to work at, but it was charming nonetheless. They made the walk all through the cathedral, peeking in each chapel and finding nothing. Until that is, they reached the apse of the church and turned around to make their way back.

The entire front wall of the cathedral was covered in a third-rate artists' depiction of judgment day. And right there in the orange flames, larger than life, was a very medieval and misproportioned depiction of Sephiroth burning in Hell.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Cloud screamed, sprinting up the aisle to take a closer look. It was Sephiroth alright, only with much shorter silver hair in a page boy hairstyle, sporting a nervous frown and his green feline eyes looking off to the side as if he was listening to somebody.

"There it is..." Sephiroth grimaced. "That ugly fucking haircut they gave me at Poenari."

"I trimmed it for you to look like that for decades," Genesis recalled guiltily. "It was cute at the time?"

Cloud was inconsolable in his hysteria, and Angeal and Zack were just as wild with laughter.

Genesis slid an arm around Sephiroth's shoulders, smiling but not nearly as rowdy as the others. "Do you ever think that someday -"

"Gen," Sephiroth interrupted with a strong, unidentifiable emotion. "You and Cloud always ask me questions like... Did I ever think that someday I'd be here with all of you, happy like this? Being here again and remembering what our life used to be like... even if we're stuck in a carriage, every night when I wake up with you, I am the happiest that I've ever been. And I thank God and Satan everyday for bringing us all here together. I really do."

Genesis was moved to instant tears, and yanked Sephiroth into a fierce hug. "I love you so much."

Sephiroth buried his face in Genesis' neck, "I love you, too."

Genesis cleared his throat after a few moments, "But I was going to say... do you ever think that that haircut will be back in style?"

They giggled through their tears, and soon Cloud and Zack had come closer to make it a group hug. One extended arm from Genesis pulled Angeal in too, and they all stood together for a few more moments, gazing happily at the flames of Hell.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The next night found them deep in the forest in pouring rain. Genesis wore one of Sephiroth's coats over his head while the horses made slow, hesitant progress. Every time the lantern blew out, the horses would stop until it was relit as they were trained to do. He got so fed up that he demanded Sephiroth keep the damn thing lit with constant pyrokenesis.

Inside the carriage was no more comfortable. Water was leaking in from seams in the roof at odd intervals, which Cloud attempted to patch up as best he could. They were all cold, hungry because no humans were out on such a miserable night, and the sloshing of mud and water made the terrain even less friendly to drive on.

To distract themselves from their discomfort, Cloud began to torture Zack.

"Oh dear," he fretted, looking out the window. "I really hope we don't get stuck and have to stop here... this would be a very bad place to stop..."

"Why?" Zack asked, trying to look out of the window, too.

"Don't you know? This forest is haunted," Cloud uttered, squinting his eyes at Zack ominously. "By ghosts and demons!"

"No!" Zack cried.

"Oh yes. In fact..." Cloud moved the lantern to cast an eerie shadow over his face. "I bet there's a demon in this carriage right now!"

"Stop it!" Zack bellowed, completely lost on the fact that three out of the four people sitting in the carriage were in fact, technically demons. Zack was too easy to creep out when they were secluded in the pitch black countryside, as he was a city boy who was much more at ease in brightly lit and populated urban environments.

Cloud was merciless, "I wish I could help you Zack... but demons love beautiful boys with dark hair."

"They do?"

"Oh, that's their very favorite. Especially if they have pretty blue eyes."

"Sephiroth?" Zack squawked, pulling him into the debate.

Sephiroth reached over to rustle Zack's hair, "There's nothing scary in this forest but us."

"Do demons really like boys that look like me?" Zack wondered.

"I do," Sephiroth smiled at him, a month of sexual frustration burning in his eyes. "... Very much."

Zack's eyebrows lifted in understanding. "Ohh! Well that's okay!"

Angeal readjusted himself grumpily where his head was rested on Zack's lap. "Guys… seriously, it's gotta be past midnight. I need to sleep."

"Okay," Cloud whispered, sharing a conspiring glance with Sephiroth, who had also hunched over with a guilty smile. They really did try to keep quiet at night while Angeal was trying to rest, but it was difficult to factor in a sleeping human during their peak waking hours.

Zack patted Angeal's head a little more roughly than was polite, much like a small child trying to comfort an animal. "It's okay Angeal! You can sleep now!"

Angeal winced against the rough hand nearly whacking his forehead in a pseudo soothing manner. "Thank you, Zack."

"I will be very quiet for the rest of the night," Zack promised, his voice actually lowering a notch in volume.

"Thank you," Angeal muttered dryly.

"Cloud!" Zack whispered shrilly, which somehow hit the ear even more loudly than his usual speaking voice. "Tell me another scary story!"

"I thought you didn't like them," Cloud smiled, relaxing against Sephiroth.

"I don't! But I still want to hear them!"

Cloud met Angeal's eyes, which were red and bore the sign of dark bags underneath. The poor man hadn't gotten a good nights' sleep since the day he'd gotten involved in all this. And after the long night of frolicking and fun they'd had in Chernihiv, he'd still driven all day. He must have been beyond exhaustion.

"I have a better idea," Cloud murmured, reaching into one of their knapsacks to dig around for a moment. He pulled out Genesis' worn copy of The Divine Comedy, and gently put it into Sephiroth's hands. "Will you read to us?"

Sephiroth practically knew this allegory by heart. "What part do you want to hear? Inferno, Purgatory or Paradise?"

"Loveless!" Genesis suggested in vain from the driver's seat.

"Inferno!" Zack gasped in excitement, clutching onto Angeal's head.

"I'm already in Purgatory," Angeal grumbled in exhaustion.

"I'd like to hear Paradise this time," Cloud suggested.

"Really?" Sephiroth asked, surprised that anyone would want to hear that portion of the trilogy.

"I like the way you tell it."

"I haven't read that part in a long time. Cloud wins," Sephiroth said with a kiss to the top of Cloud's head. Zack let out a boom of disappointment, but Angeal looked very grateful for this calm choice.

Sephiroth waited for a few moments for the mood to settle, as he often did when he was going to read aloud to his younger lovers. And with Genesis and Angeal listening too, there was a little extra pressure to get his pronunciation correct.

Sephiroth was born speaking a dialect of Romanian that didn't exist anymore, but was able to pick up rather easily on the other romance languages during his more reclusive and introspective centuries after becoming a vampire. Genesis could speak any language without a trace of an accent, and was a very good teacher. It just so happened that most of their hiding places housed books written in French and Italian, giving him plenty of pornographic material to learn from. Russian had been easier to speak because he was a good listener, but reading was tricky until he began buying newspapers from Cloud and had an incentive to become fluent.

So Sephiroth could read a book that was written in Italian while smoothly translating it to Russian for Zack, Cloud and Angeal. This process gave his reading voice a thoughtful slowness, and a distinct melody. He just wasn't able to shake off the accent he was born with, even after centuries of trying. Little did he realize just how seductively that unique accent caressed his family's eagerly listening ears.

Once he found his spot in the book, Sephiroth began, "… The glory of Him who moves all things – "

"Skip to the parts where Dante talks about Beatrice," Cloud interrupted. "But don't say Beatrice, say my name."

Sephiroth balked at the suggestion, "You're ridiculous."

"Just this once?" Cloud begged, waving him on as he settled in close again.

Sephiroth rolled his eyes, and found a new place to begin. "… You, Cloud Strife, were standing with your gaze fixed on the eternal spheres… and I, removing my sight from above, fixed it on you. In that aspect I became like Glaucus, eating the grass that made him one with the gods in the sea. To go beyond humanity is not to be conveyed in words, so let the analogy serve for those whom grace alone may allow the experience. Love, who rules the Heavens, who lifted me upwards with your light, whether I was only that which you created new in me…"

A long, dreamy sigh could be heard from Genesis on the driver's seat. Cloud was a pile of goo cuddled up close beside Sephiroth, and even Zack was heavy lidded and relaxed as the pretty words and gentle recitation put the carriage under a love spell.

Angeal kept his eyes open as he rested his head against Zack's lap, no longer wanting to sleep but trying to stay awake. Sephiroth's voice was too deep and melodic to hold onto consciousness for too long, and the last thing he heard before be slipped into sleep was: "… the power of love quiets our will and makes us only long for that we have, and gives us no other thirst…"

That passage filled Angeal with warmth, because it was true. He was exhausted, hungry, possibly being held captive by a vampire clan… but he was in love with all four of them. And with that realization, something within in him relaxed that had been tense all this time.

Angeal loved them. He actually let himself think those words, and once he started he couldn't stop.

That night in the bumpy carriage, his head bouncing on Zack's lap, and with the soft glow of the lantern and the softer drone of Sephiroth's voice, Angeal slept well.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kiev was a city that was constantly being ransacked, burned to the ground and rebuilt. Genesis was not only correct that demand for the carpentry and construction professions were extremely high, but that those who willingly moved there were honored like nobility.

Angeal wasted no time in introducing himself to the carpentry guild as wanting to begin a new life for himself after his wife's death. The vampires had trained Angeal on a much more intricate tale about why he was leaving Russia, but that was literally all he had to say to be accepted into the guild and given rights to take residence in a vacant shop in the woodworking district.

There was a spacious workshop downstairs, apartments upstairs, and even a cellar down below. It was on the outskirts of town near the lumber mills and the forest, perfect for hiding four gorgeous vampires.

They all decided it was much better if the town knew nothing about their existence, so that if one or all of them were ever caught hunting, they would not be traced back to Angeal. This gig was just too sweet to lose due to mistakes. Genesis would be free to make his own debut into the night life of town as he normally did without any ties to Angeal, and thus would do his own part to contribute to the household by his usual upscale corpse looting.

The only tricky part was getting the boys inside without the neighbors spotting them. For the first day in town, the boys were restricted to the carriage, which was one of the hardest days of any of their lives. Being in a new town, with the smells of industry and life all around them, containing Zack was a chore that took maximum effort.

Angeal toiled all day in the new shop to make four coffins. And then that night he snuck the boys inside one by one, hidden among fresh planks of wood from the mill. They all had assumed that they'd be taking refuge in the cellar, but Angeal wouldn't hear it. He worked all night and all the next day boarding up the windows and securing the upstairs apartments for their use.

By the end of their third day in Kiev, Angeal had knocked down a wall upstairs to create a large, completely sunless living space for the vampires. It had a bathroom, a fireplace, and empty bookshelves just waiting to be filled. Angeal had even made a larger than usual bed frame for them, which he then crowned with two new mattresses to comfortably sleep four. Genesis had never felt so taken care of in his life. He'd expected a safe place to live, almost like an afterthought to the human's life... but Angeal was giving them a real home.

"It's not much, it's only a rough wood frame. Consider it temporary," Angeal had said of it when the vampires returned late one evening to this surprise. Each gave him a huge kiss as a thank you, but the daylight forced them to part before they could all christen it together.

The truth was, they were all still too tired from the trip to think about sex. It was just nice to have a place to call home, to rest and get used to the layout of the new city. Even the notoriously sex-crazed Zack fell fast asleep every morning, and wouldn't be woken until it was time to hunt.

Angeal was also very concerned about an escape route in the event of a fire, since the carpentry shop was full of timber. So he created a little drop panel in the floor that would let the vampires escape down through a utility room into the cellar, which would be stocked with full length coats to protect the vampires from the sunlight if need be. Then with their armor in place they could then escape outside to the carriage, which would be parked behind the shop at all times.

Genesis told Angeal repeatedly that these measures were not necessary. It was tough explaining to a human that Sephiroth could literally bend fire to his will. They'd survived many, many fires in their time – it wasn't even a notable threat. Also, no coat on Earth was going to protect them from the sun if they needed to evacuate.

But the safety precautions were more for Angeal's peace of mind than the vampire's practical use. And in that spirit, they thanked Angeal for his generosity and hospitality in every way they could. Genesis brought in money, Sephiroth always made sure the fireplace was hot, Zack covered him in hugs and kisses, and Cloud... well, Cloud was struggling a bit to find his place in their new home.

At the end of their first week in Kiev, things were starting to slow down, to become normal. And feeling more rested, familiar cravings were beginning to emerge.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Angeal only allowed himself to sleep a couple of hours, as he had long days ahead of him between tending to the vampires' needs and seeing legitimate clients for carpentry. Normally he would never take time to shave in the morning, but he wanted to give the best first impression to the people of Kiev.

He heated a pot of water in the fireplace before lighting a lantern and taking it into the bathroom downstairs. Genesis had several hand held mirrors, and he'd given Angeal one to use. He balanced on the counter top against the wall, and bent down a little to see himself as he lathered soap on his face.

He lifted a razor blade up to his cheek and prepared to begin.

"Morning!"

"Damn it, Cloud!" Angeal hissed, putting down the blade and glaring at the blonde peeping into the doorway. He could hear everyone else moving around, but Cloud was light enough that he could move noiselessly around the house and it bugged the hell out of him.

"Sorry!" Cloud giggled, coming into the bathroom. "If I knew I was going to scare you I'd have done it better."

"Everything alright?" Angeal asked before turning back to the mirror and lifting the blade again.

"I just got home and saw the light in here."

"You're out too late, the sun will be up in a few minutes."

"The locals don't trust strange Russians for some reason! It takes more time to get to know people here."

"Before you eat them. Why not just grab a prostitute and be done with it?"

"So crass!" Cloud hissed playfully, sliding up to Angeal's side. "Don't you believe in romance, Mr. Hewley?"

"Get your little butt upstairs," Angeal focused on stroking the blade along his skin.

Cloud picked up the mirror to let Angeal see himself without leaning. "Better?"

"Thanks," Angeal gave him a small smile before going back to work. "Up a little higher."

Cloud pushed up onto the counter to sit, holding the mirror beneath his chin as he watched. "... Sometimes when we've arrived in a new place, I like to invent a new identity for myself. Every time I meet someone, I tell them about this person I've made up. These identities always take on a life of their own, and I discover a little more every night about this person I'll never be."

"That's called acting."

"Oh," Cloud realized. "Do you ever do anything like that?"

"I was born in Moscow and I never left. I'm not the mysterious stranger type."

"Now's your chance!" Cloud giggled. "I barely know a thing about you. You can make up something outrageous and I'll believe it's true. I'm just a little naive teenager trying to flirt with you, so tell me a lie!"

Angeal's eyes flicked to him while he continued to shave. "I'd rather tell you the truth. And I'd much rather you tell me the truth, too."

Cloud's smile warmed into something less manic and more genuine, "Deal. With you, no acting. I promise."

"What did you eat tonight?"

"A couple. Well, a man and his mistress."

"Mistress? How old were they?"

"I can't tell how old anyone is anymore, but I know she was much younger than him. He wanted to watch me fuck her, but we didn't talk much about that. Mostly we talked about their lives, and they got drunk. It was fun spending time with them. I guess I'm a little drunk now, too. I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

"You are definitely a little tipsy. But I don't mind," Angeal paused in shaving to clear the blade in a basin of hot water.

"Can I ask you a question?" Cloud inquired, before immediately supplying it, "How old were you when you started shaving?"

"Maybe fourteen," Angeal answered.

"I never got to."

"Never? Lucky," Angeal grunted. "You're... you were sixteen, right?"

"Sixteen exactly."

"From the looks of you, you probably were never going to really need to shave the way I do."

Cloud watched with a smile at all the faces Angeal pulled as he shaved different sections of his face. "... Let me try."

Angeal hesitantly lifted his eyes to Cloud's. "... You never did this before to anyone?"

"No. I've always wanted to."

"You're not sober, though. Show me your hands."

Cloud put the mirror down, and then held both out. They were as still as a surgeon's, almost eerily so. In the moments before dawn in the lantern light, they looked like corpse hands.

Cloud suddenly became self-conscious of the look that passed over Angeal's face and curled his fingers in. "See? They're steady. I'll be very careful."

"No tasting if you make me bleed," Angeal warned with a warm smile, picking up one of Cloud's hands and kissing it to ease any insecurity.

"I'll do my best," Cloud promised.

Angeal handed the blade over, "Alright, you see the direction the hair is growing? You wanna move the blade underneath that."

Cloud stuck his tongue out a bit as he positioned the blade. "Like this?"

"No, go against the grain. Like if you're sanding something."

"I've never sanded anything."

"I've got a lot to teach you," Angeal put his hand over Cloud's and re-positioned it.

"Oh!" Cloud suddenly realized. "I see. Ready?"

Angeal didn't move, but made a resigned sound.

Cloud gently began to move the blade across Angeal's jaw and throat. He seemed to like leaving a cluster of hair on his chin, so Cloud avoided that carefully as he worked.

As a vampire he was fully aware of Angeal's heartbeat, pulse points, even the blood moving through his veins. It furthered his intoxication being so close to such a large presence of warmth and life.

Without really meaning to, Cloud began scooting closer on the counter through the process of shaving Angeal's face. His thighs were spread, pressed against the outside of Angeal's, and they were breathing each other's air as Cloud shaved the delicate area of his upper lip.

"I think you're done," Cloud finally said.

Without moving away, Angeal picked up the mirror to check himself out. "Very good."

Cloud pulled a dry washcloth from the counter and began to pat Angeal's face. He then felt his cheek with his knuckles. "Oh! That feels much different than… the last time I felt your face."

"You mean that time I ate your ass in front of Sephiroth before you both left me high and dry?"

Cloud pushed a rush of air out his nose in a small laugh and cupped Angeal's face apologetically. "This is soft and nice, but I might prefer the scratchy hair. It was fun to kiss."

"Wanna compare?" Angeal smiled.

"Yeah..." Cloud scooted a little closer to him, tilting his chin up, straightening his spine and gazing up at him expectantly.

Angeal made him wait a moment before closing the rest of the distance. Their lips pressed fully together, moving gently before opening. Cloud's small mouth tasted coppery and warm, and his tongue was slow and welcoming.

Cloud's hands moved up Angeal's chest, and around the back of his neck as his fingers became lost in dark hair. He lifted his thighs to lock his ankles behind Angeal's ass, and leaned backward to draw him in closer.

With no other sounds than the rushing of blood in his ears, the early morning birds outside seemed more cautionary than charming. Angeal pulled away. "Well? Which do you like better?"

"I haven't decided yet..." Cloud rolled his hips and craned his neck for another kiss.

"You need to get upstairs," Angeal decided for him, pulling away and straightening his back.

Cloud pouted, "Fair's fair. I left you hanging once, you can leave me hanging, too."

"I'm always hanging with you around. Trust me," Angeal sighed, tucking his boner into the waistband of his pants.

Cloud watched with teeth biting his lower lip. "Then... why haven't you done something about it yet?"

"I'm just happy to be here with you, Cloud. You, Sephiroth... Genesis and Zack. I can go the whole rest of my life just like this."

"But I can make it better," Cloud delicately slipped his fingers into the waistband of Angeal's pants, finding his cock throbbing and moist at the tip. "... It won't take me long to take care of you."

"You don't have to."

Cloud smiled coyly up at him, "I owe you."

"You don't owe me a thing."

"Let me," Cloud pulled him down with a strength that was totally unexpected, flicking his tongue into his mouth. "... I wanna suck that huge cock again."

Angeal's hands moved to his belt, and Cloud's also shot down to hastily unbuttoned his pants and let his cock bounce free. Cloud slid off the counter and dropped to his knees, making a greedy noise in his throat as he curled his tongue around the tip to discover it wasn't just moist, but steadily weeping precum. It was throbbing and stiff, almost purple with the deep ache for release.

"Look at that," Cloud murmured, exhilarated by the blatantly painful arousal throbbing before him. Apparently Angeal had a lot of ... and that made Cloud bounce in anticipation as he ran his tongue down to his full, tight balls.

Angeal buried his fingers in Cloud's hair and rubbed his cock against his cheek and lips as Cloud lapped at it with his tongue. "Open your mouth."

It only took a few eager passes of Cloud's wet lips before Angeal cupped the back of Cloud's head, holding him in place as he released everything he had with a low growl. Cloud closed his eyes serenely, his senses thrilled by the feel and taste of hard cock coming hard down his throat. Angeal's load was like the rest of him; warm, robust, utterly alive.

Cloud opened his eyes, still gently suckling Angeal's cock and looked up to see the outline of the man against the purple light of morning. It went past the point of release into higher key over-sensitivity, and Angeal's fingers tightened in his hair. He finally let it drop free, kissing apart a string of saliva and traveling up over his hip, and a few more kisses on his toned, hair dusted stomach before rising from his knees.

Angeal wrapped his arms around Cloud tightly, pulling him into another kiss. He wasn't the kind of man to just roll over and fall asleep after an orgasm, his hands and lips were no longer restrained, but roving and hungry. His large hands covered Cloud's ass and squeezed as he growled into his mouth.

Cloud's eyes involuntarily fluttered as he succumbed to this dominant, hungry kiss. He could easily see why Zack visited Angeal so often and stayed so late, even the threat of sunlight didn't seem that crucial when he was in this big man's arms. Cloud gripped Angeal's shoulders, his blunt nails digging across his back and up into his hair to pull gently.

Finally, their lips came apart and he gave Cloud's ass a firm slap. "Get upstairs."

"I need you tonight," Cloud uttered, his throat raw and voice husky. "No more bullshit. I'll beg if you want me to."

"If you won't go upstairs, I'll take you there myself," Angeal scooped Cloud up underneath his knees and carried him up to the bedroom door. In the safe darkness at the top of the stairway, he put Cloud on his feet and pressed a kiss against his forehead.

"This is gonna be the longest day ever," Cloud moaned, squinting hard against the purple light touching the bottom of the stairs.

Angeal moved his body between Cloud and the light, "Go inside now."

Cloud gave a frustrated whine, sounding just like the teenager he appeared to be. Though his eyes were much older, and a smile touched them with anticipatory cunning, "See you tonight."

"I'm leaving now..." Only he didn't. He stayed right where he was.

"Been wanting you... ever since I saw you..." Cloud whispered between kisses.

There was a knock from the other side of the door. Genesis' voice called sweetly, "Cloud honey, are you ever coming in, or would you rather stay out there and become a charred, unfucked pile of dust?"

Angeal released him then, forcing Cloud to turn around and face the door. Cloud pressed his ass against Angeal's crotch, arching into hurried, last minute kisses as he opened the door just enough to slip inside.

Before closing it all the way, he peered out from a sliver of darkness, "... Have a nice day."

Angeal could only shrug and laugh like an idiot as Cloud closed the door on him. He stumbled down the stairs on shaking legs and dropped down onto the last step. It was a beautiful morning, and Angeal never resented it quite so much.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cloud had come in smitten, horny, and drunk, so Genesis waited until he was finally asleep before kissing his forehead and whispering 'Goodbye'. He'd already said his goodbyes to Sephiroth and Zack the night before, and it would only be a day or two at most. He'd purposely not tangled any limbs with anyone so he could easily rise up from the bed without disturbing anyone's sleep. He pulled a small scroll from one of his coat pockets that contained his report of the past month and a half, but he didn't put the coat on. It was too hot where he was going.

Genesis sighed, rubbing his neck. He was anxious, nervous, needing it but also dreading it.

It only took a few moments of concentration to open a seam out of the mortal plane. In a black flash, he was gone from the cozy, dark little sanctuary and instantly standing in the brightly lit cityscape of Hell.

It was always easiest to travel to the place he knew best, which was a home he'd never actually lived in. It was a quaint little town home in one of the most populated districts – Ermolai. It was where the high council was seated, where the celebrities lived, and where Satan held office. There was just no other place for a demon like Genesis to call home, even if he hadn't actually slept there yet.

The home had a lot of history and character, and was at least four times as old as Genesis was. There were several ghosts loitering in the stairwells, a library, a grand piano and a breakfast nook to have tea and eat food – real food. There would always be blood, but he could also eat cakes and jelly and biscuits and mashed potatoes and butter and mother fucking bread. Genesis didn't stop in the kitchen though, it had been left empty to prevent him from becoming addicted to carbs again only to have to return to Earth where he couldn't swallow anything but blood and semen.

There was an entire library in the attic for Sephiroth to lounge and read, closets of clothes and mirrors for Cloud to exercise his well-deserved vanity, and a garden with a hot spring for Zack to rampage naked in everyday if he wanted to.

But the best thing, the very best thing... was Hell's brightly burning sun. Genesis stood on the back terrace for a few moments, feeling the heat of it on his skin. The four seasons of weather in Hell could be described as hot rain, blazing humidity, dry heat, and the warm windy season. Everything felt more intense here; colors were brighter, tastes were sharper, pain was excruciating... pleasure even moreso. Everything felt more real.

Living on Earth was an exercise in absolute drudgery, but it was one that Genesis had been fighting for thousands of years with only these brief trips to remind him how good home really was. He wanted to tell his boys of the splendor of their eternal reward, but he couldn't. How was he supposed to tell them about this place, and expect them to keep toiling and scavenging in the dark? They had to mature and learn to understand the nature of the Universe first.

Someday they'd all be in Hell together forever, the trials of Earth a distant memory as they assumed a more eternal purpose. What was that purpose? Genesis wasn't sure. But whatever it was, they'd be together forever.

Genesis changed his clothes – everyday fashion in Hell was a lot different than on Earth, especially when one was making a call to Satan. The first and most important thing was to thoroughly bathe, and to wear a plug.

Genesis then pulled on red stiletto leather boots that touched his thighs, matching shorts that didn't entirely cover his ass, red lace gloves up to his biceps, and an ivory sheer veil over his face and tied around his neck in a knot. One dramatic pull would have the entire thing flowing free, and until the reveal he looked like a hyper-sexed Bernini statue, living art. He sighed in the full length mirror, wishing he could dress like this everyday.

He remembered to tuck the scroll of his report under his arm and was on his way to Satan's castle. He hailed a carriage to take him there quickly, and was barely up the steps of the building before one of Satan's assistants was pulling him by the arm. "Genesis! What's taken you so long?"

"I've been a little preoccupied!" he lifted his chin, taking exception to being pulled on.

"He's pissed!"

"Trust me, I know," Genesis shook her hands off of him, prancing up the colossal marble steps at his own pace and letting his veil flow out behind him. It was a maze of a building, full of people working, scurrying to and fro, and occasionally trapped upside down in deep vats of human excrement. Genesis knew the building well and marched with purpose, making his heels create a satisfying click through the din of the workday.

When he arrived at Satan's quarters, he was dwarfed by towering obsidian doors carved with scenes of biblical fury. There was organ music coming from inside, very faint but dripping with a furious melancholy. It made Genesis' hair stand on end.

He loved Satan. He loved having the ever loving fuck beaten, lashed, and burned out of him. Genesis bent to any will, worked to gleefully accept Satan's affection in whatever form it felt best for him to give it. But there was always trepidation, always an urge to run way.

Satan forgave that natural urge. It was the surrender that captured his dark heart.

Genesis had never been late to visit before. In fact, he'd outright ignored Satan throughout this entire ordeal. He just... had more important things to worry about, and people he loved that needed to be taken care of before he could just spirit away to the brightly colorful play land of Hell. How could he submit to Satan knowing his family were trapped in a carriage, a thin piece of tarp between them and the sun?

Like most Gods, Satan was a selfish lover. He demanded to be the priority above all others, and any other time Genesis would whole heartedly agree. Just... not this time.

Genesis checked the horizon for people before straightening his boots, his hair and gloves, and taking a deep steadying breath before knocking on the door. A large ogre of a creature pulled the door open from the inside to let Genesis pass. There was a worried look on his face as he scurried to close himself on the other side with a deep, resonating thud.

The organ was reaching a crescendo, and the room vibrated with it. It was a Cathedral on a scale of nothing on Earth. Glass windows of vivid red, blue, and gold stretched tall into the sky, and they shuddered in their ancient frames. Satan continued to hammer the keys of the funeral melody before it abruptly ended. The stone room was suddenly thick with the absence of any sound.

He turned to peer over his bare shoulder, piercing red eyes fixed on Genesis and burning from far across the cathedral. His voice was soft, but carried easily, "... About damn time."

Genesis' dramatic veil was nothing compared to that, so he just tugged it off with drooped shoulders. "Sorry I'm late."

Satan stood, stretching to his full height in front of the organ, wearing nothing but those perfect fitting leather pants he'd been wearing for thousands of years. They clung to his sinewy body, outlining the long legs and hard cock that was trapped just a layer of leather away.

He pointed to the floor in front of his feet. "Come here."

Genesis let the veil flutter to the floor, and fell to his knees. Keeping his eyes locked with Satan's, he crawled on the uneven stone floor. It took several minutes, and the palms of his hands were red by the time he finally reached the black velvet lined steps up to the organ.

Genesis dropped his head to the floor before pushing his cheek into Satan's boot. Smelling him and feeling his heat after so long, Genesis couldn't help but nuzzle against his ankle.

"It's bad enough I have to wait so long to see you," Satan eventually said. "Do you have to make me worry, too?"

"I had to make sure they were alright."

"You could have written. You could have come to me in your sleep. You could have reached out with your mind."

"I was too tired... my mind was too unfocused to call for a messenger," Genesis kissed Satan's boot. "It's been especially hard lately. Traveling. Fighting to eat. Barely any sleep."

"Come here," he ordered, touching the toe of his boot in front of Genesis' face. "Right here."

Genesis looked up uncertainly.

"Now."

Genesis swallowed, rising to his knees and pulling himself out of the little shorts as he began to work himself. He gazed up at Vincent, deep into the red fire of his eyes, only averting his gaze to admire the soft curve of his sneering lips. Vincent's fingers moved slowly, drawing Genesis' attention to the riding crop nestled right above the organ's keys. He took it, slowly dropping his arm to his side.

The tip of that riding crop was all Genesis could look at, waiting desperately for it to strike. Satan extended it, barely touching it to the part in Genesis' hair and tickling along his scalp before Genesis' cock spat out at the dark stone floor, streaking that exact spot Satan had indicated and a long range beyond it with his load.

Satan squatted down, resting his elbows on his thighs. "Do you have a report?"

Genesis shivered, pushing his ass up prettily as he purred at the feeling of fingers running through his hair. "Yes."

"I think we should go over it in detail."

"Oh yes," he nodded, daring to turn his head to kiss Satan's hand.

"I don't want you to ever make me worry like this again. If you can't come see me, you report. Find a way, and do it."

"I won't," he swore. "I mean, I will. I'm sorry. Please..."

"Please what?"

"I know I deserve it. Punish me."

"I have no intention to."

Genesis eyes shot up at that, instantly wet and betrayed. "You don't?"

"No."

A shocked tear slipped down his cheek, "... Why?"

"Because I'm angry, Genesis. I've never punished you out of anger. And I don't ever intend to take out anger on your flesh

"But I - " he lost his words as he dropped his forehead back onto Satan's boot. "... I need it."

"The answer is no."

"You don't understand... how hard it gets sometimes."

"I do understand."

"Sometimes, I..." Genesis' voice cracked. "I just wanna come home."

He fell apart a little at that, sitting back on his calves to cover his face in shame. He had to be strong all the time for his boys on Earth, but less than an hour back at home and in front of Satan, all the doubt and fear crumbled on top of him.

"Come here," Satan said again, this time the tone much different. His arms were open, and Genesis came off his knees to fold into that waiting embrace. "Bring the report and come with me."

There were dozens of chapels branching off the main floor of Satan's church, and Genesis had been taken to and punished in all of them, many times... but this one was unique among them. There were mounds of pillows, soft music and hookah pipes, and it was a place Genesis had often been taken to naked and beaten raw to receive glowing admiration and to enjoy some well-deserved sleep in Satan's arms. It felt odd to go directly there, with tears of shame on his face rather than euphoria.

Satan closed the door to ensure privacy, and the relaxation of his shoulders and drop of his aura made Genesis' heart throb. The power in the room shifted towards equality; he wasn't Satan anymore, just Vincent. He bent over to pull off his boots, his red eyes still upset and distant.

Genesis sat down on a cushion, and peeled his clothes off. It was strange to undress himself, and he didn't know quite what to do next. Vincent dropped down on the pillows next to him, and gave a troubled exhale.

Genesis reached out tentatively, moving dark hair out of red eyes. "I really am sorry."

Feeling less formal, he slid an arm around Genesis to pull him closer. "... Come here."

Genesis eagerly did just that, kissing all over his porcelain face before delving into his poisonous mouth. Vincent's tongue tasted like the smell of burning flesh. That taste was beautiful, nostalgic, the taste of Genesis' first and most bittersweet love.

Vincent, Satan, would never belong to Genesis. But to be one of the ones who belonged to him was the entire reason Genesis had fallen to Hell. Genesis had no idea what a body could really feel before Vincent had first shown him his favor, and then his passion. And when Genesis kept returning faithfully for more, eventually Vincent showed him his heart.

It was so much different than how he was loved by his boys on Earth. They were too young to know this, yet. Genesis had no doubt they would all grow to adore Satan as much as he did – it was just what demons did. They would feel at home in his arms, and they would love to be punished by him. Satan was someone who knew how to spell out his love with lash marks, and then become the sweetest man who had ever lived.

Genesis was in the doghouse, but he kissed Vincent as much as he was allowed, pushing further until he was on his lap, grinding against his cock, sucking his tongue and begging with his body every bit as juvenile and needy as Cloud had been with Angeal earlier that morning.

"Alright," Vincent grunted, making a point to pull away and refocus toward the business at hand. "Tell me how an angel got the better of you. Whose fault was it?"

"Mine."

"Whose fault was it really?"

"... I guess the blame falls on Sephiroth."

Vincent's head dropped onto the cushion in disappointment. "Fuck."

"He's ready, Vincent. The angel just... concealed itself somehow. I didn't see what it was, either. It really should be my fault."

Vincent squinted at him, a dimple teased out of his cheek by a sly smile. "You just wanna get punished for it."

Genesis rolled his eyes. "I've been punished like you wouldn't believe. Traveling by night and day -"

"How are you traveling by day?"

"You know that human of Zack's? He drove us during the daylight hours. We're living above a woodshop in Kiev now."

"I should probably look at your report," he groaned under Genesis' weight as he reached for it. He shook loose the parchment roll in one hand, the other running fingertips over Genesis' back, every so often switching the softness of his fingers with the sharp threat of his permanently singed and darkened nails. He read for a while, letting Genesis kiss across his chest, throat and shoulders. "... Seems everything ended well."

"It was a good outcome."

"Next time you come here my mood will be better. I'll punish you twice as hard as I ever have... and not because I'm angry."

"Thank you," Genesis kissed the corner of his mouth. "... Daddy."

"Keep talking like that, and I may even fuck you."

"Mmmm," Genesis purred, pressing a kiss to his chin. "... When?"

"One year from today."

Genesis froze, and then dropped his face to hide against Vincent's neck the sudden threat of tears. "... That long?"

"It'll be all the better for the wait," he said, his hands slipping down appreciatively over Genesis' ass and thighs. "And you'll be bringing Sephiroth with you. I'm going to visit him and invite him personally."

Genesis' mood lifted, and he let out a joyous sound as he placed several kisses on his cheek and chin, "Thank you! I've been wanting to show him off for the longest time! Oh he's beautiful, he's gentle and kind, you'll love him!"

Vincent tossed the roll of parchment aside, "This human you're living with. Are you planning to recruit him?"

"I don't know if Zack is going to be capable," Genesis admitted.

"You worry too much..." something wicked flashed across Vincent's features, and he flipped Genesis onto his back. Genesis squawked in surprise, feigning innocent by placing his wrists above his head and arching up for whatever Vincent had in mind.

"Do you need money?"

"We always need money," Genesis answered huskily.

"I'll take care of that," Vincent pressed his forehead to his, letting his hair slip all around his line of vision. "Listen. I know you love your boys, and I know you enjoy taking time and putting romance into the process of siring. I allowed you to take so much time with Sephiroth because he's special, a fire elemental, and I want him. Cloud too, our demon maker – he'll make more. Zack is also very dear to my heart after spending a moment with him, and I can't wait to see the talent he'll become with age and experience. You have built a strong, well-rounded core unit, and now it's time to work faster, train and recruit more quickly. Keep your unit tight, close, strong, but allow your newer members to leave you and multiply. Let them go to create their own units."

Genesis was listening, but it was difficult to really hear what Vincent was saying. It was hard to think of his lovers in terms of their service to Satan. They were just... family.

But Genesis nodded, "Yes, I understand."

"In a year's time when I come calling on you and Sephiroth, I want Angeal recruited. Spend a little longer training him, then have him sire another to be his second in command. Leave him in Kiev to create his own unit while the four of you travel Westward with a handful of fresh recruits to keep spreading our blood."

"You want us to sire Angeal and then... leave him?"

Vincent answered with sharp claws digging into Genesis' face. "You'll have all of eternity to be a big happy family, but on Earth you have a purpose. Angeal's a big, strong man according to your report, he'd be a respected leader on his own."

"But Zack..." Genesis frowned. "It'll break his heart."

"This is your mission. You're not on Earth matchmaking, you're finding men to join my army and corrupt bloodlines. You've found ones dear to you, but that was never the goal. I fear you've fallen far behind my expectations."

"Like you said..." Genesis said carefully. "They're all very special. Sephiroth especially needed time... he needed to be loved."

Vincent sneered. "And you did, too?"

Genesis blushed in embarrassment. It was probably stupid to wonder how important he really was to Satan, being just another fallen angel among infinite others. He was loved unconditionally by Sephiroth, by Cloud, by Zack. And as long as he was somebody special to Vincent... what more could one man need?

He gave a thoughtful sound, and pressed a soft kiss to Vincent's lips. "We'll begin to make faster numbers. I won't let you down."

Vincent deepened the kiss, laying his weight on Genesis' body and pressing his hips close. He lifted onto his forearms, touching their noses. "I know I sound unfeeling. You know I feel deeply for you and your clan... especially you. Above all others, you."

"I know," Genesis nodded against the floor, bumping the tips of their noses gently.

"I'm just... still a little angry. An angel nearly took Sephiroth off the planet. That would have destroyed your unit, hundreds of years and extraordinary potential wasted. We can't have that happen again."

"It won't," Genesis whispered.

Vincent tilted his head, opening his mouth before hesitating. He closed it before opening it again, "You never actually met God, did you? Not even when you were in heaven's courts?"

Being in God's presence wasn't something Genesis would have forgotten, even if most of his heavenly memories before his fall were very soft and vague. "You know I was never high enough to see him... I didn't even know you."

Vincent's smile was small, "You'd love him as much as I do if you ever got the chance to meet him. Religion is his favorite game. We must put all our best efforts into keeping him entertained, keeping him happy... you know why."

"He might leave you."

"More than just that," He smoothed red hair off Genesis' forehead. "Where Cid goes, light goes. All light, even our sun here in Hell. We would live, we'll always live. But what kind of existence would it be? In the dark, scavenging for anything alive to eat. No grain, no animals, no mortals. Our food supplies would eventually run dry. We'd all be starving, forever. This is why we play with him.

"Genesis, your hardships on Earth are symbolic to the life we evade by satisfying Cid. You live in darkness and you hunt so Hell doesn't have to. I want you to know how much I admire you, and how proud I am of you. Do you know how often my thoughts are with you?"

"I forget sometimes," he admitted. "I feel so far away from you."

"You're special. More than that, you're important. Too important to waste any more time. Your core clan is exactly who I would have picked for you, even if I had my choice of all the souls in the Universe. It's time to put them to work now... in one year, I'm going call on you and Sephiroth. He's reaching his full potential, and I want him."

"You'll love him!"

"Cloud will come to me soon after. Zack might take a while longer. Take the next year to sharpen their training, get their mental abilities honed, and don't ever let an angel pose a threat like that again."

"I won't."

"Off the record... Cid was thoroughly entertained by all of this. I swear he enjoys watching how you handle these things more than his own army. A small consolation."

Genesis was listening but busy twirling a piece of Vincent's long, dark hair around one finger. "We never get to talk like this. It's nice."

"We're usually busy," Vincent rested his head near Genesis'. He looked at him up close for a moment before pressing a kiss on his lips. "Don't think I'm going soft on you. I'm just not in the mood to give you what you want."

Genesis was almost tempted to tell him that being close enough to kiss him was the only thing he ever wanted.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Around six in the evening, the light was golden as the sun sank towards the horizon. Angeal tried not to think about it, or anything else for that matter. It had been the longest day of his life, and counting the minutes wouldn't make nightfall arrive any faster.

Lust and frustration had boiled in his lower stomach all day, blocking his appetite and clouding his mind with angry visions.

Something in the back of his mind assumed it was all just a game to Cloud anyway, and he was just a toy. That's how Cloud treated humans as far as Angeal could see. He was a skilled tease, a monster with an angel's face, and night would probably come with no mention of their encounter that morning. Cloud had probably gone right into the waiting arms of his three beautiful lovers and had any itch he might have developed thoroughly scratched. Meanwhile Angeal was toiling, keeping up appearances in his shop, and would be sleeping alone while they went out to hunt.

It wasn't fair! Why did his life suddenly have to always revolve around their needs and their nocturnal schedule? Why was he stupid enough to fall in love with these creatures when it was metaphysically impossible for any of them to love a human – a food source?

Angeal hurled a sanding iron across the shop in frustration, and sat down. His heart was pounding, and he rested his head against his workbench. What was he doing here? How was he supposed to keep up this lie, let these people use him like this? Why was he such an enamored idiot whenever they were around?

"Are you alright?"

Angeal jumped, startled the second time that day by the same sweet voice. He rose from the bench begrudgingly and looked towards the stairs. There, shaded in a pool of darkness, Cloud was sitting in only a pair of stockings with his hands on his knees.

"What are you doing out here already? It's not time!" Angeal hissed, freshly angry at the sight of so much soft skin.

Cloud's eyes went wide, glowing blue in the shadows. "I couldn't sleep, the light will be gone soon - "

"Look down! A couple steps is all it would take to put you in sunlight! You're one misstep away from killing yourself!" Angeal stood up and marched to the stairs. "Get back up there until it's dark – and I mean dark!"

Cloud began backing up the steps on his butt nervously. "Okay..."

"I'd board up all the windows down here too, but I'm trying to look at least somewhat normal here! Not to mention if someone was in the shop and saw you! We spent the entire shit ride over here talking about how not to fuck this up!"

Cloud slid up to the middle of the staircase. He had to duck his head slightly to keep looking at Angeal. "Bad day?"

Angeal sat down at the bottom of the steps. "Reality catching up with me, maybe."

"You really took us holding you captive in stride," Cloud giggled briefly. "You were bound to have some sort of nervous breakdown as a result of three strangers and your demon lover hijacking your entire life. I mean... I would think you were pretty weird if you didn't feel this way."

"You must think I'm totally pathetic."

"Why would I think that?"

"I just abandoned my entire life for a bunch of guys I don't even know. I let you eat me, I let you toy with me, I drove all day every day for a month, I haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in even longer. I loved every minute of it. And now we're here in Kiev of all places, and I'll just work down here like a serf all day until the time comes when you don't need my anymore."

"Come up here by me."

"No."

"I want to have this important talk, but..."

Angeal glared up, and found that Cloud's eyes were watering and squinted as he tried to look at him where he sat in the last of the sunlight, which at that angle was the strongest of the day. Feeling pity, he crawled up the steps to sit with Cloud in the dark. "Better?"

Cloud wiped his eyes, his face reddened as though he'd encountered an allergy, "I'm sorry. Give me a second..."

Angeal watched him collect himself. When he looked a bit better, he cleared his throat bashfully. "I didn't mean to yell at you like that."

"It's important to say, and I'm glad you said it to me," Cloud smiled, reaching out to run his fingers over Angeal's cheek. "... Already scratchy again."

"It never takes long."

Cloud dropped his hand to Angeal's shoulder. "I never really got the chance to have this talk with Zack. He was just born happy, knew he was ours and we were his and that was the end of it."

"Sounds familiar," Angeal nodded, propping a foot against the wall as he sat back on the stairs by Cloud's feet.

"But when I was reborn, I didn't know Genesis very well. It was Sephiroth who I loved first. I know you're here to support Zack first and foremost, the rest of us are just a complicated bonus to you."

"Don't pretend you know what I think about this situation."

"I... just imagined it from your perspective, that's all. I'm sorry."

"What am I to you?"

Cloud paused, choosing his words carefully. "I think traveling in a carriage with someone is a real crash course on their true nature... you're strong, sweet, kind, and really fucking handsome while being really fucking humble about it. You saved Sephiroth – you saved all of us. You dropped everything to help me and my family get to safety. You're... my hero."

Angeal felt heat in his face as he stared up at Cloud. "So that whole thing in the hotel..."

Cloud gave him a sideways smile. "You think I was just toying with you?"

"Yes."

"I was..." Cloud scooted down a step to be closer. "What do you wanna do about it?"

Angeal considered his options deeply. "It might be very satisfying to just turn you down."

"Hmm," Cloud thought, touching his chin. "You're right, it might be very gratifying to send me away with a boner I've been fighting off since this morning. Or... you can use me to take out some of this aggression you've got inside you... you'll come to find that I'm really good for that sort of thing."

Angeal's eyes slid down to Cloud's lap. "Can I see this boner before I make my decision?"

Cloud leaned back, slowly spreading his knees. In the white leggings, his cock was furiously jutting out against his thigh, weeping a dark pool of precum. He flexed it with a giggle, watching the expression play over Angeal's face. "It wasn't this bad until you shouted at me a little."

Angeal didn't physically make a decision to push Cloud back on the stairs and start sucking his cock through the leggings, a haze came over him and he sort of came-to on the reality of his tongue covered in the taste of salty pre-cum and linen. He nibbled Cloud through his leggings, running his tongue up the center of his lean stomach and up the valley of his chest. His nipples were small and pink, and Angeal couldn't resist running his tongue over each of them, snapping his teeth down just to see what kind of noise Cloud would make before sucking the sharpness away.

Cloud was already kissing the top of his head and forehead as he made his way up over his collar bones and neck. Their lips met again and Cloud wrapped a leg around his waist, the other trapped between them as Angeal's hips began to grind down.

"I mean, we can take the window out but I thought the back door would be less conspicuous in a new city."

Cloud looked upside down to find Sephiroth waiting at the top of the stairs. Zack was barely restrained, not forming words but reaching out and trying to join in on the greedy display.

Angeal got off of Cloud immediately. "Sorry!"

Sephiroth's smile was small, but warm. "Don't be."

"Nng!" Zack kept whining wordlessly, trying with all his might to clamor out of Sephiroth's hold. The sexually charged atmosphere between a new combination of partners had made him lose his mind completely. Or maybe it was just the stress of moving catching up to him; Zack needed release and reassurance as much as anyone else.

Cloud giggled up at him, "What do you want, Zack?"

He managed to spit out at least one coherent word, "F-uck! Ngahaha!"

"We'll be back soon," Sephiroth gritted his teeth as Zack almost slithered out of his grip, and got a firmer hold on him in a headlock and started dragging him down the stairs. "I'm gonna try to give you guys some time alone but I'm not gonna put up with this shit all night."

"Ngauh!" Zack grunted, snapping his teeth on air as his wild eyes focused on nothing.

Cloud pawed at Sephiroth's leg and ass as he passed, but avoided Zack's clawed and swiping fingers, "Have fun!"

Sephiroth fought Zack every step of the way, but eventually they made it down the stairs and outside. The demonic energy in the house lifted once the back door slammed shut.

Angeal sighed against Cloud's shoulder. "How the hell did I end up here?"

"We needed you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Before you, all Zack wanted to do was eat and fuck. Now he can dress himself, go out alone, communicate in complete sentences... you really have helped him. He isn't the same Zack I once knew, but... he's coming back. He needed you."

Angeal leaned in closer. "And what do you need?"

"Come find out," Cloud playfully slid backwards up the steps. When Angeal began to crawl up after him, he rolled over to climb up the remaining stairs with his hands and feet.

Once they were at the foot of the bed Cloud turned and suddenly became the aggressor. He pulled at Angeal's belt while leaning up to kiss him. He laughed in his mouth, "I'm a little nervous!"

"Bullshit," was all Angeal said as he pushed Cloud back and yanked down his tights while his legs were still in the air.

"I am!" Cloud insisted, spreading his legs for Angeal to crawl up between. "You're the fourth guy I've ever been with! And it's been a while!"

"Do I need to be gentle?" Angeal asked, easily slipping his elbows under Cloud's knees and inverting him. He looked down and saw his pink hole clenched tight, and indulged in dragging his tongue over the entire area, smacking noisy kisses against each ass cheek.

Cloud pulled his legs back even more, and reached down to lift his balls to give Angeal better access. "... Don't be too gentle. But there's some oil underneath the bed."

"Definitely need that," Angeal decided, pulling away from Cloud to peek beneath the bed. There were a lot of items under there that looked like they might be used in rough sexual play... unless the vampires kept a couple of horses that Angeal didn't know about, he imagined that the riding equipment was probably for Cloud. But there was a jar of what appeared to be cooking oil, and he pulled it out with a smile.

Cloud watched him with a shy smile, his hands clasped above his head on the bed. There was an unspoken need to skip the foreplay, as they'd been thoroughly teased and aroused by each other for the past several weeks. But it was the first time, and too good to rush.

Something about Cloud's body was just so fucking edible, which was ironic considering he could literally eat Angeal at any moment. But he was smooth and tan, thin but wore just enough muscle to never be called skinny. Angeal put his open mouth against Cloud's stomach, tasting him and running his tongue up the center of his chest to nip at his neck.

"Risky..." Cloud purred at him, but tilted his head to allow Angeal to kiss and nibble his skin delicately. His cock jumped against his stomach as Angeal's tongue and lips passed over his throat to the other side, trading teeth for kisses along Cloud's jaw.

Angeal only pulled away to dip a couple of fingers in the jar before screwing the cap back on tight and putting it near them on the bed. He dropped onto his elbow, kissing Cloud while pressing two fingers firmly inside. Cloud's back arched off the bed, his hairless body pressing tight against Angeal's much larger, wider, and more masculine frame. His skin was warm and rough from work, his fingers thick and experienced as they stretched Cloud out in the most pleasurable way possible.

It had been the longest Cloud had gone without sex in his life – since he'd begun having it anyway. The newness of Angeal's touch and the aching need in his body combined to turn him into a mess of pure want. He moaned into Angeal's mouth, content with not having to think about anything but sensation. He wrapped his arms around Angeal's neck, running his fingers into the fall of his hair and imagining if Zack had just had the opportunity to grow a little older he'd feel much like this.

"What is this stuff?" Angeal asked, as he'd only dipped a couple of fingers into the jar but it was still spreading easily as he slicked up his cock to touch to Cloud's hole.

"From Hell," Cloud shuddered as his thick head rubbed against him, the hardness and pressure making his toes bunch up in anticipation. "Genesis brings it. It's uh. I dunno. Magic or something."

"Magic or something," Angeal repeated, smiling into a series of longing kisses coming up from underneath him. Cloud was heavy lidded and running on impulse, and Angeal realized the more he got to know him, the more vulnerable he became. It was sweet and addicting... like magic or something. That simple statement summed up his current life very neatly.

He pushed his hips against Cloud's, feeling the tight muscle relax and clench with every quick breath Cloud took. He let his lips go and gazed up at him with a lustful fury in his eyes, even as they became wet and wide with shock the deeper Angeal worked his cock inside.

He pulled his hips back a bit, only to force it in deeper. He was about halfway down before he couldn't take the gripping heat anymore, he just wanted to pump his hips and fuck. Cloud understood, nodding with a wordless sound of anguish as he began to set a real rhythm, nudging just a little deeper with every pass.

Cloud's cock was buried in the dark hair on Angeal's lower stomach, grinding against the well fed muscle of his body. He eclipsed everything in Cloud's line of sight, all he could do was hook his feet behind Angeal's back and hang on. He couldn't breathe – not that he really needed to, but the fact that he couldn't draw breath made his chest burn and his face flush red. Every push of Angeal's hips drove his cock against his prostate, there was nowhere else for it to go. He was stretched wide, feeling so thoroughly fucked even though the man hadn't even broken a sweat yet. This man was a beast, and Cloud had never felt so physically overpowered in his entire life.

"Angeal," he managed to say on a cracking voice, gripping a handful of hair on the back of his neck.

"Turn over," he growled, pulling away and giving Cloud space to hastily roll over onto his stomach. "Show it to me."

Cloud gasped as a sharp smack on his ass sent him up to his knees, gripping the sheets as Angeal pulled his hips back and sank back inside. Cloud felt he looked best this way, and curved his ass up into a deep arch to give Angeal the best view of his cock pushing between his cheeks.

It earned him another round of smacks on each ass cheek, each one increasing in power until Cloud was crying out against the mattress. He pushed back, meeting the push of Angeal's cock until he was deep enough to feel his heavy balls smacking against the back of his own.

Angeal ran his hands up Cloud's back, smiling as he watched Cloud reach underneath himself to work his cock. It made the muscles in his back flex, and his shoulder blade danced as he pumped his cock in time with Angeal's hips.

"Fuck me, don't stop," Cloud begged, groaning desperately against the bed. "I wanna come."

"I wanna fuck the come out of you," Angeal growled, watching as the tight pink ring of Cloud's ass gripped him hard the closer his orgasm neared. He continued pushing through that tightness, wanting to give the little vampire every bit of sensation as he came.

"Just don't stop," Cloud repeated, his eyebrows drawn tight as his body went stiff. He opened his eyes, gazing back at Angeal as his thighs shook visibly, and an internal pulse signaled he'd finally let it off.

Angeal fucked him through the waves of his orgasm, and finally bearing down hard on him as he concentrated on his own. Cloud went boneless, utterly satisfied but still holding his ass up prettily to accept the load he was due from his human.

Angeal's hips jerked, and he dug his fingers into Cloud's hips, letting off a sharp smack against his already reddened ass. That little chirp of surprise and internal grip was all it took to milk Angeal's cock from the inside. He saw his own lower stomach pulse with the strength of his orgasm, and a streak of semen leaked immediately out of Cloud's little ass as he worked to milk everything from Angeal.

"Mm," Cloud sighed, wiggling his ass just enough to continue the aftershocks. He gasped when Angeal moved back slightly to let himself pop free, and his hand shot down underneath himself to catch the fall of his load. "Damn, you gave me so much."

Angeal fell down stiffly by Cloud's side, smiling at a thick streak of semen underneath him. "You gave me a lot, too."

"That's nothing," Cloud purred, nimbly straddling Angeal's hips. "You should see how much I shoot when I've been denied a couple times..."

"You saying I went too easy on you?" Angeal asked, lazily moving a hand up the center of Cloud's chest.

Cloud tilted into the touch, smiling down at him with an even more chaotic state of blonde spikes, "I'm saying that was just the first course."

They both jumped when the door came crashing open. Zack sniffed the air for only a moment before lunging toward the bed, rolling like a puppy up beside them, "Hi!"

Sephiroth was coming up the stairs, "Sorry, I can't deal with him anymore. This is your fucking pet, have fun with it."

Cloud giggled as the door closed, and reached down to unlock Zack's collar. "Seeeeph! Come back!"

Angeal was already kissing him, and Cloud slid off his lap to let Zack wiggle between them. "You're such a greedy monster!"

"It has been a month," Angeal said in a pitying tone, his hands in Zack's hair to scratch his scalp. "I've missed my puppy."

"I missed you!" Zack cried, laying flat against him and kissing across his face. "Missed Cloud! Missed Seph! Missed Genesis!"

"Sephiroth!" Cloud called again, pulling Zack's leather down his legs.

The door cracked open and green eyes peered inside. "What?"

"Come here and get naked," Cloud laughed, tossing Zack's clothes toward him. "We need you."

Sephiroth looked torn between leaving and staying, but entered the room and closed the door. He slowly began to unbutton his coat, "... You sure you don't need some time alone?"

"Get over here," Angeal said from the corner of his mouth as he kissed Zack.

"Hurry," Cloud bit his lip in a grin, sitting back with his legs spread in invitation. "I miss you. Don't you miss me?"

Sephiroth's pants came off a lot faster and he approached the bed with quickly dissolving shyness. He sighed into Cloud's mouth, smelling both men's spilled semen and seeing how stretched and ready Cloud was for more.

"Fuck," Sephiroth swore quietly, the sudden aching hardness brushed against Cloud's used ass, and he found himself more than a little tempted to just push inside.

Cloud narrowed his eyes, "Do it."

"Baby," he swallowed, peeking over to see Angeal's fingers deep in Zack, and the demon's cock drooling onto the bed. This was clearly happening, and he only hesitated a moment more before Cloud reached down to take him in hand and guide him to his wet hole.

Sephiroth slid inside easily. His hips were quick, pumping in the heavily practiced way of hitting Cloud just right from the inside. Cloud was tight around him, but slick and warm inside from Angeal's load, and Sephiroth could feel it foaming along his cock from the friction like churning butter.

"Fuck that looks good," Zack thought aloud, leaning down to lick the base of Sephiroth's cock while riding Angeal's working fingers. Sephiroth pulled out then, letting Zack's eager mouth bob up and down on his cock before pushing it back inside Cloud.

The energy shifted in the room suddenly, and it was such a strange and unearthly feeling that Angeal actually went up to his knees on the bed, looking all around for the source of the strange feeling. It was like being stared at by a thousand eyes, and there was a strobe of what could only be described as black shadowy light.

"What the fuck is that?" Angeal managed to sputter.

All three chimed in unison, "Genesis!"

"You're back already!" Cloud cheered, and it ended on a chirp as Sephiroth started pounding against him in earnest.

Angeal had seen a lot of strange things, but someone appearing out of absolutely nowhere was quite the shock. The others were very used to it, and all made little purring sounds of greeting as Genesis blinked a few time to orient himself to the dim, candle lit room.

It only took him a moment to see what was happening, and he shook his head with a smile. "You have no idea how happy I am to see all of you."

Sephiroth was still inside Cloud and not giving up that tight warmth, but gave Genesis a toothy grin, "Happy to see you, too."

Cloud lifted an arm, "Come on!"

Zack bounded from the bed to wrap him in a tight hug, "Now it's perfect!"

"Is it?" Genesis asked, kissing his nose.

"Now everyone I love is home," Zack told him sweetly, surprising him further with a deep kiss.

"You just appeared out of thin air," Angeal said aloud, still a little shocked as he sat cross legged on the bed.

"Yes I did," Genesis agreed, letting Zack peel his clothes off.

He approached the bed with Zack's coaxing, running a hand over Sephiroth's back as he continued to gently move inside Cloud. He was greeting with a kiss from Sephiroth, and ran a hand over Cloud's face. Zack was tugging on him, insistent and pleading in his seduction. Angeal was still a bit weirded out by the supernatural display, but also accepted him with both arms and an open mouthed kiss as Zack pushed him down into the spread of bodies.

"Everyone I love is home," Genesis repeated Zack's words softly against Angeal's chest, his eyes wet as he worked to make peace with Satan's punishment. A year without seeing him, a year without going home to Hell. For the first time in centuries, a year seemed so painfully long.

"And everyone here loves you," Angeal said quietly against his hair.

Genesis lifted his head, staring into Angeal's trusting, kind eyes. He was already attached to this man, whether it was his mission or not. He swallowed, knowing the answer but asking anyway, "You love me?"

"You know I do."

Genesis was feeling vulnerable, maybe needy, probably reckless. Without thinking too much of the consequences, he whispered, "We're going to make you one of us, Angeal. You know we will."

"Not yet. You still need me to be a human."

Zack kicked into the air triumphantly. "My turn!"

"Yes baby. It'll be your turn to make Angeal ours," Genesis' eyes moved with tears. "But... we'll talk about it in... soon. We just need you... a little while longer."

"You have me," Angeal told him, meaning it to the very core of his soul. "You'll have me forever."

"Forever!" Zack chimed, spreading his arms to hug as many of them as he could reach.

"We need you on our team," Cloud agreed, reaching out to lace fingers with Angeal.

Sephiroth was laying on his side with a small smile. "... Yeah. You're pretty handy to have around."

"Just handy?" Angeal asked, crawling over Genesis to get a little closer to him.

"Just a little..." Sephiroth curled a little underneath him, reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. There was something sweet and trusting about it, which never came easily to Sephiroth. Just the fact that he did such a thing in front of the others solidified Angeal's place in their family.

They all thought they were going to be together forever. Little did they know how brief that was going to be once Angeal was sired.

Genesis couldn't control the sudden spill of his tears. They were clearly not love induced, but a darker, mourning variety that turned his entire fair face red. Everyone was looking at him, stroking his skin or kissing him with concern.

"I'm sorry. I showed up and ruined a perfectly good orgy," Genesis laughed a little, sitting up and wiping his face as he tried to brush it off jovially.

"No you didn't," Cloud murmured, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Was everything alright in Hell?" Sephiroth asked, rolling over onto his stomach to gaze up at him.

"It was a difficult visit, you know, mean old Satan mad about the whole fiasco. Give me just a moment to freshen up, I'll be right back!" Genesis stood up, giving them all a bright smile and pinching Sephiroth's buttcheek as he rounded the bed and closed himself in the washroom. Once he was alone, he choked a little on his sorrow, letting himself sob silently into his hands.

He collected himself. He dried his face and fixed his hair. He seemed to have put a slight damper on the sexual atmosphere but it was still there. All four of them were touching, kissing, feeling each other, hard and ready. But they were also waiting.

Everyone who loved Genesis was in that bed, and he was going to enjoy each and every one of them.

A/N

1 – Don't get too caught up in dates, because this story will probably be perpetually stuck in the 16th century no matter how much time elapses. I just like that particular time frame for this story, so even if Zack turns 500 it's still gonna be the 1500's you feel me? I don't wanna deal with modern vampires, it's not my aesthetic for this story.

2 – I was kind of pissing in the face of religion before but I'M REALLY PISSING IN THE FACE OF RELIGION NOW.

3 – Don't get too caught up in locations, either. I'm just a mess.

4 – I'm the world's worst review replier, but I loooove getting them and I read ALL of them! I'm not even that cool writer who's all 'oh I'd be writing even without any review' NO WAY if I didn't get any reviews I'd just cry forever. But with all the love I've gotten for this little random story, I'm satisfied. I hope it's still a good read after such a long break, and worth the wait.