The changes in the relationship between Sephiroth, Angeal, and Genesis is only subtle if one isn't paying attention. Doesn't know them like Lazard does.
Of course, it cannot be overstated just how close the three of them all are. Genesis and Angeal are especially obvious, but that sort of thing is only to be expected with the fact that they are childhood friends who have known each other for, as far as Lazard can tell, their entire lives. Ever since the first day they stepped into the ShinRa building, their shoulders were nearly touching. So who could be surprised, really, at the way that Angeal would rest his hand against Genesis's back, or how Genesis would lounge back against Angeal as though he were a living wall?
Who could really be surprised at the hickeys occasionally lining Angeal's neck, or the way that Genesis would lean into his hands smugly?
Sephiroth merged into the duo's dynamic in a way that seemed almost too natural to be real, on the more platonic surface of it all. It's easy to see why, of course. In the entirety of SOLDIER, perhaps ShinRa, perhaps the country, it doesn't feel as though anyone else can match a single one of them. Not even other First-class SOLDIERs. The three of them are the exception, and they're only satisfied when it comes to one another. And in that satisfaction, well.. They seem happy as well, in finding company that can keep up with them, and that's good. Lazard has known Sephiroth for... too long. He needs others to be with him, who he is happy to be with.
That's all fine, of course. Better than fine. Seeing Sephiroth actually smile a bit whenever Angeal bumps his fist against his shoulder, or Genesis leans in to suggest something with a wicked glint in his eye... It's nice.
Probably it's his fault for not realizing sooner that Genesis and Angeal would push things a little farther than just that. The signs had been there in hindsight, of course - the way Angeal would smile just a little softly at Sephiroth while leaning against him. The sparking hunger in Genesis's movements that were the same when he sparred with Angeal, now focused towards Sephiroth. How they both acted together in unison around Sephiroth, like a pair of pack animals circling around a new target, leaning against him easily.
The problem was that it was interspersed with a million other interactions, and that Lazard had a million other things on his plate. So when everything finally clicked, well... He supposes he was a tad late.
He hears about it distantly, first, because someone overheard Angeal and Genesis inviting Sephiroth over to one of their apartments for dinner, and then he sees it much later, because the pair are not subtle. Genesis starts leaning against Sephiroth in the same way he leans against Angeal, and Angeal starts resting his arm aground Sephiroth's shoulders. How they lean into him like he's another part of them. Sephiroth welcomes it gladly with the smile of a cat in a sunbeam.
Fuck.
"You called for us, Director?" Angeal asks one day in his office, Genesis right there at his side. It's a good day to get the pair of them in at once; that is how Lazard would prefer to do this. Otherwise, there's always a chance that they're out on separate missions, and while he could speak to them one at a time...
Best to deal with them both at once. Deal with the problem both at once, before one has the chance to tell the other what's going on and make this more of a mess than it already is.
Pushing his glasses up, Lazard straightens up at his desk. "Yes, I did, thank you. Genesis, would you please lock the door? I'd rather this a private conversation."
Both of his Firsts glance at each other, eyebrows raising - slightly, in Angeal's case, and more notably for Genesis. Still, politeness does get him somewhere in the end, and perhaps the two do like him a bit more than some of the others above their station as SOLDIER. Genesis does as he requests, clicking the lock into place so that there can be no interruptions, before he saunters back to where Angeal has stationed himself in front of Lazard's desk. "Now, what could all this secrecy be about, Director?" he drawls, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side prettily. Lazard sometimes wonder if anyone in Banora realized how terribly attractive Genesis is, and if that went to his head at all before he arrived in Midgar.
Angeal, at least, seems to be taking the occasion seriously as he frowns. Lazard can almost see his thoughts churning behind those pale blue eyes of his. "Is it a mission that important?" he asks, one hand resting on his hip, elbow brushing against Genesis's arm.
At least Lazard can put that bit of concern to rest. "No, it's not about a mission at all," he reassures them smoothly. "Rather, I merely wanted to speak to the two of you about some concerns I have."
Genesis flashes an amused little smirk up towards Angeal. "Is it finally the time when the heavens shall part, and others will at last point out that you dress yourself terribly as a representative of SOLDIER?" he teases.
Maybe others would bristle, with how easily Genesis seems to hold himself above others, and how incomprehensible he can make himself quite on purpose. But all Angeal does is smile a little bit, roll his eyes ever so slightly. "If it were that, I'd be in here alone," he explains patiently. "So you'll have to put up with my reused uniform for just a while longer."
It's at this point that Lazard has to clear his throat, making them focus again. They'll never stick on track if he lets them keep this up. "It actually has to do with Sephiroth," he says, and that gets their attention. Genesis's gaze practically sharpens to a razor's edge, not wavering from Lazard's person for a second. Angeal may not be so overbearing, not yet, but he shifts in place, leans forward just enough for Lazard to be all the more aware of how much taller he is than just about everyone else in the building. Him, especially. Lazard doesn't let that deter him, and just keeps eye contact. "I am aware that the three of you have grown closer with him lately."
Something is sparking in Genesis's stare, an ember ready to explode into a flame. Lazard expected that, honestly, but he also expected Angeal to be the one to keep a cool head... and also one to make excuses to keep people out of "their" business. "I didn't think it was anything particularly interesting," he says, shifting forward again just enough before easing back that minuscule amount to where he was. Genesis seems to simmer down. Slightly. "We just thought it was fine to invite him out of ShinRa buildings for a while. We're close enough to start meeting outside of them."
"And close enough to hold him by the hips?" Lazard challenges, and Angeal's eyes narrow a little. "Or take some of his hair in your hands?" His hands clasp together on the table, matching the stern frown on Lazard's own lips. "Please, boys. I can see well enough what you both have gotten into with him."
Along his hip, Angeal's fingers dig in, tense, and he takes in a breath as he no doubt tries to figure out how to approach this. His partner does not waste any such time, tilting his head back imperiously. "And really, why does that matter in the slightest?" he says. "Every single one of us gave our consent the night we approached him, and have since then. Certainly I have heard no complaints leave those lips of his. We even gave him the best show of our feelings that could be asked for, as romantic and intimate as he would deserve."
Almost against his will, Lazard wonders in the back of his head what it looked like. Genesis is so fond of dramatics, of theatre and poetry and grand stories in literature, but Angeal balances him. There would no doubt be romance, certainly, roses and dim lighting, but Angeal is quiet and steady comfort. Homecooked meals, and gentle close contact, Sephiroth looking upon it all from beneath those pale eyelashes of his, and -
And he needs to stop thinking about this.
"It matters because you are working for ShinRa," Lazard says instead, forcing himself to stay on track now as well instead of just the two men in front of him. "If you were employed anywhere else, then perhaps there would be no trouble whatsoever. However, the context is not that. You are all SOLDIER, and thus certain things are expected of you. Required of you. Did you not think of how much trouble this would cause others around you, including him?"
The fire threatens to ignite completely in Genesis's gaze, but Angeal stops him, a hand moving just a little to keep those arms folded up against his chest. Genesis looks away, fuming and no doubt concocting a million insulting words in his head. Angeal, at least, is a little more understanding, even if no less displeased. "We weren't trying to make trouble at all. All we did was approach him."
Out of the three of them, Angeal and Sephiroth are the easiest to work with when it comes to talking them down from ridiculous nonsense. With how Sephiroth can be so easily encouraged into things by Genesis, sometimes that leaves only Angeal. Lazard supposes he should work with him in turn, although he still sighs. "I understand that you no doubt did what you did with the absolute best of intentions," he explains, reining his tone in for something a little more understanding, quiet. "However, you both know as well as anyone that when you registered into SOLDIER, you were made to sign certain paperwork. That includes agreeing to the fraternization policy that is in place."
"With all due respect, Director, the entire portion about fraternization in the handbook always seemed to be more of a..." Angeal tilts his head to the side as well, hair brushing against his shoulders, and he raises an eyebrow. "..suggestion than anything else."
This particular topic seems to lighten up Genesis's mood, and he turns his head, smiling slyly up at Angeal. "Certainly nothing more than a little foot note," he purrs, his palm sliding along one of Angeal's shoulders, over until he can slide his fingers into dark hair. "Or else I imagine we would have gotten into a great deal more trouble for the sort of mischief we have..."
The way Lazard pinches the bridge of his nose blocks his view of Angeal's expression, but he can still hear that patient sigh. "Gen, not now," he murmurs.
He's managed to compose himself by the time his hand lowers again. "You are both a special case," he says, and he means that in more ways than he believes the pair of them understand. "In fact, you are a special case I had to make an argument for-" Ah, and that's hit. Angeal's brow furrows, no doubt trying to think on what could have happened, and Genesis's eyes are wide as he turns to look back at him. "I thought you were both so full of potential that it would be a waste to turn you away, especially when you were already romantically entangled with one another prior to joining ShinRa. I convinced them that the typical issues which arose with fraternization would not arise with the two of you."
Yes, this really might be the argument that gets through to the pair of them. Angeal glances down, now, his own arms folding in front of his chest while a frown rests upon his lips. He really is a good man, aware of what ways he might stand out or what troubles he causes - what he can get away with and what might actually affect people. He may very well tease, but Lazard is confident in the fact that he wouldn't step too far over the line.
Even Genesis seems to be recanting a bit with this additional knowledge. "It should never have been such a big enough matter in the first place," he says, narrowing his eyes down at the floor.
"Whether or not that is the case is not the matter at hand here," Lazard says, feeling more confident now that he knows which argument will hit the two of them best. "I am simply letting you be aware of the rules and risks that are at play here. Even the fanclubs which have arisen due to your influence are well aware of your closeness, and so we can be more assured that this will not affect either your work or how you appear to the public. However, getting Sephiroth involved is by far an entirely different matter. It is, if I may be blunt, not only incredibly unprofessional, but also you could end up causing a great deal of harm to him. You should both be aware that his socialization skills are rather low. The kind of passions that arise during romance are not something to be treated lightly. He needs to be handled with much gentler hands than I believe the pair of you have really put thought into. And of course, then there is the matter of his public image. While the two of you balance well off of one another, the fact of the matter is that a part of Sephiroth's popularity is because he is seen as more of a lone wolf type. As someone beautiful and talented, purely unobtainable..."
He could keep going. He has a whole speech planned, with the hopes that even a fraction of it will stick in either one of their heads and make them reconsider what they're doing. That's almost the best he can ask for.
And yet, right in the middle of it all, Genesis's head suddenly snaps up, and his eyes light up in that eerie blue. "Wait," he breathes, even as Angeal stirs besides him in a softer but no less serious interest. "I was being lead, a fool to water, into the idea that this was some shovel talk. Yet Director... This is hardly that. You are jealous, aren't you?"
Lazard's heart slams hard into the inside of his chest. The atmosphere of the room is suddenly shifting, pressing down on him as the pair look at him with a kind of interest in their eyes. "Jealous of who is the real question," Angeal says, voice gaining a soft and deep quality that rolls into Lazard's gut.
Whatever else his heart might be doing, Lazard keeps his composure. "My personal feelings on this matter are of no concern," he says coolly, "and I would thank you to not make assumptions. Now, as I was saying-"
He doesn't get to finish what he was saying. Instead, as is his wont, Genesis steps forward with a sweep of his arm. "There is no need to be hesitant," he declares, regaining that confident smoothness to his voice. "You had me lock the door, Director, so it is only the two of us that are here to hear any confession you may want to make." He turns from him, pacing some sort of unknown pattern in front of his desk. Genesis's hands are still gesturing, long and languid, to the point that Angeal has to start going to the side just so that he can avoid getting hit. "And you and I both know that the soundproofing in this little den of yours is nothing short of superb." He glances over his shoulder, the mako blue of his eyes seeming brighter than usual. "For... confidentiality reasons and nothing less, I'm sure." He whirls around again, still going at it. "And I must say-"
"You don't need to say anything else," Lazard informs him sharply, palms pressing down flat against his desk. "I think that is enough, Genesis, SOLDIER First Class. I thought it would be good to bring it up to both of you, but I see I was mistaken. If you are going to say such things, then-" He pushes himself up to his feet, hands still braced against the desk, and -
And there is a firm chest right there against his back, and large hands sliding over his to keep him pinned in place. Lazard's breath catches.
His own fault, really. He's seen how Genesis and Angeal fight together. The way that they're perfectly in sync in almost all ways, able to manuever around one another in mirror images, or perfect complements. It was like watching wolves in the wild, bodies racing fluidly against ground and through the air as they hunted down an elk. He's seen videos. Watched as one would snap and howl, draw their prey's attention while the other approached it from the other hand, silent and unnoticeable until its teeth were digging into its throat...
Angeal's breath is hot against the back of his ear, his neck. Lazard swallows, and tries to ignore a similar heat in the pit of his stomach.
Needless to say, Genesis looks as pleased as anything. His hands fall back down, losing all drama. "Oh, I hardly believe there is any need for the three of us to part so soon, Director Lazard," he says, savoring every word passing through his lips in a way that makes him want to lose all control. "There is still so much to this conversation that we could have."
Underneath the sharp click of Genesis's boots, there's a low rumble that rolls deep into him - Angeal's chest to his back. Lazard fights to keep his mouth from going dry, and doesn't find much success. "There is nothing more to talk about," he says, and at least his voice stays level even if nothing else feels like it is inside of him.
All Genesis does is smile, a cocky sway to his hips that Lazard does his absolute damned best to not watch too closely. "Now, isn't that incorrect, Director Lazard?" he drawls, and, finally, he is back at the desk as well. His own hands slide across the smooth surface, nudging against his own fingers. Covering what little that Angeal's own could not. He is so close this way as he leans down, tongue drawing itself slowly across his lips. "There is still a question that you have yet to answer, Director."
He has been in far worse situations than this. Lazard tries to remind himself of that, and not the soft pink of Genesis's tongue. Of Angeal's hips against his, a bulge notable against his pants that he can feel. It's exactly how he's imagined it, in more than a couple of fantasies. "What question?" he asks breathlessly as Genesis leans down, even as he knows it's a trap.
Against all his better judgment, unfortunately... He wants to be trapped.
Genesis is slow and languid in the way he moves closer, nose brushing against Lazard's. Lips brushing against his own mouth, a dangerous temptation where every breath he takes in is just an exhale of Genesis's own.
"Which of us are you jealous of... Director Lazard?"
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And in a twist of moodwhip - rip in fuck lazard
1/2
Of course, it cannot be overstated just how close the three of them all are. Genesis and Angeal are especially obvious, but that sort of thing is only to be expected with the fact that they are childhood friends who have known each other for, as far as Lazard can tell, their entire lives. Ever since the first day they stepped into the ShinRa building, their shoulders were nearly touching. So who could be surprised, really, at the way that Angeal would rest his hand against Genesis's back, or how Genesis would lounge back against Angeal as though he were a living wall?
Who could really be surprised at the hickeys occasionally lining Angeal's neck, or the way that Genesis would lean into his hands smugly?
Sephiroth merged into the duo's dynamic in a way that seemed almost too natural to be real, on the more platonic surface of it all. It's easy to see why, of course. In the entirety of SOLDIER, perhaps ShinRa, perhaps the country, it doesn't feel as though anyone else can match a single one of them. Not even other First-class SOLDIERs. The three of them are the exception, and they're only satisfied when it comes to one another. And in that satisfaction, well.. They seem happy as well, in finding company that can keep up with them, and that's good. Lazard has known Sephiroth for... too long. He needs others to be with him, who he is happy to be with.
That's all fine, of course. Better than fine. Seeing Sephiroth actually smile a bit whenever Angeal bumps his fist against his shoulder, or Genesis leans in to suggest something with a wicked glint in his eye... It's nice.
Probably it's his fault for not realizing sooner that Genesis and Angeal would push things a little farther than just that. The signs had been there in hindsight, of course - the way Angeal would smile just a little softly at Sephiroth while leaning against him. The sparking hunger in Genesis's movements that were the same when he sparred with Angeal, now focused towards Sephiroth. How they both acted together in unison around Sephiroth, like a pair of pack animals circling around a new target, leaning against him easily.
The problem was that it was interspersed with a million other interactions, and that Lazard had a million other things on his plate. So when everything finally clicked, well... He supposes he was a tad late.
He hears about it distantly, first, because someone overheard Angeal and Genesis inviting Sephiroth over to one of their apartments for dinner, and then he sees it much later, because the pair are not subtle. Genesis starts leaning against Sephiroth in the same way he leans against Angeal, and Angeal starts resting his arm aground Sephiroth's shoulders. How they lean into him like he's another part of them. Sephiroth welcomes it gladly with the smile of a cat in a sunbeam.
Fuck.
"You called for us, Director?" Angeal asks one day in his office, Genesis right there at his side. It's a good day to get the pair of them in at once; that is how Lazard would prefer to do this. Otherwise, there's always a chance that they're out on separate missions, and while he could speak to them one at a time...
Best to deal with them both at once. Deal with the problem both at once, before one has the chance to tell the other what's going on and make this more of a mess than it already is.
Pushing his glasses up, Lazard straightens up at his desk. "Yes, I did, thank you. Genesis, would you please lock the door? I'd rather this a private conversation."
Both of his Firsts glance at each other, eyebrows raising - slightly, in Angeal's case, and more notably for Genesis. Still, politeness does get him somewhere in the end, and perhaps the two do like him a bit more than some of the others above their station as SOLDIER. Genesis does as he requests, clicking the lock into place so that there can be no interruptions, before he saunters back to where Angeal has stationed himself in front of Lazard's desk. "Now, what could all this secrecy be about, Director?" he drawls, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side prettily. Lazard sometimes wonder if anyone in Banora realized how terribly attractive Genesis is, and if that went to his head at all before he arrived in Midgar.
Angeal, at least, seems to be taking the occasion seriously as he frowns. Lazard can almost see his thoughts churning behind those pale blue eyes of his. "Is it a mission that important?" he asks, one hand resting on his hip, elbow brushing against Genesis's arm.
At least Lazard can put that bit of concern to rest. "No, it's not about a mission at all," he reassures them smoothly. "Rather, I merely wanted to speak to the two of you about some concerns I have."
Genesis flashes an amused little smirk up towards Angeal. "Is it finally the time when the heavens shall part, and others will at last point out that you dress yourself terribly as a representative of SOLDIER?" he teases.
Maybe others would bristle, with how easily Genesis seems to hold himself above others, and how incomprehensible he can make himself quite on purpose. But all Angeal does is smile a little bit, roll his eyes ever so slightly. "If it were that, I'd be in here alone," he explains patiently. "So you'll have to put up with my reused uniform for just a while longer."
It's at this point that Lazard has to clear his throat, making them focus again. They'll never stick on track if he lets them keep this up. "It actually has to do with Sephiroth," he says, and that gets their attention. Genesis's gaze practically sharpens to a razor's edge, not wavering from Lazard's person for a second. Angeal may not be so overbearing, not yet, but he shifts in place, leans forward just enough for Lazard to be all the more aware of how much taller he is than just about everyone else in the building. Him, especially. Lazard doesn't let that deter him, and just keeps eye contact. "I am aware that the three of you have grown closer with him lately."
Something is sparking in Genesis's stare, an ember ready to explode into a flame. Lazard expected that, honestly, but he also expected Angeal to be the one to keep a cool head... and also one to make excuses to keep people out of "their" business. "I didn't think it was anything particularly interesting," he says, shifting forward again just enough before easing back that minuscule amount to where he was. Genesis seems to simmer down. Slightly. "We just thought it was fine to invite him out of ShinRa buildings for a while. We're close enough to start meeting outside of them."
"And close enough to hold him by the hips?" Lazard challenges, and Angeal's eyes narrow a little. "Or take some of his hair in your hands?" His hands clasp together on the table, matching the stern frown on Lazard's own lips. "Please, boys. I can see well enough what you both have gotten into with him."
Along his hip, Angeal's fingers dig in, tense, and he takes in a breath as he no doubt tries to figure out how to approach this. His partner does not waste any such time, tilting his head back imperiously. "And really, why does that matter in the slightest?" he says. "Every single one of us gave our consent the night we approached him, and have since then. Certainly I have heard no complaints leave those lips of his. We even gave him the best show of our feelings that could be asked for, as romantic and intimate as he would deserve."
Almost against his will, Lazard wonders in the back of his head what it looked like. Genesis is so fond of dramatics, of theatre and poetry and grand stories in literature, but Angeal balances him. There would no doubt be romance, certainly, roses and dim lighting, but Angeal is quiet and steady comfort. Homecooked meals, and gentle close contact, Sephiroth looking upon it all from beneath those pale eyelashes of his, and -
And he needs to stop thinking about this.
"It matters because you are working for ShinRa," Lazard says instead, forcing himself to stay on track now as well instead of just the two men in front of him. "If you were employed anywhere else, then perhaps there would be no trouble whatsoever. However, the context is not that. You are all SOLDIER, and thus certain things are expected of you. Required of you. Did you not think of how much trouble this would cause others around you, including him?"
2/2
Out of the three of them, Angeal and Sephiroth are the easiest to work with when it comes to talking them down from ridiculous nonsense. With how Sephiroth can be so easily encouraged into things by Genesis, sometimes that leaves only Angeal. Lazard supposes he should work with him in turn, although he still sighs. "I understand that you no doubt did what you did with the absolute best of intentions," he explains, reining his tone in for something a little more understanding, quiet. "However, you both know as well as anyone that when you registered into SOLDIER, you were made to sign certain paperwork. That includes agreeing to the fraternization policy that is in place."
"With all due respect, Director, the entire portion about fraternization in the handbook always seemed to be more of a..." Angeal tilts his head to the side as well, hair brushing against his shoulders, and he raises an eyebrow. "..suggestion than anything else."
This particular topic seems to lighten up Genesis's mood, and he turns his head, smiling slyly up at Angeal. "Certainly nothing more than a little foot note," he purrs, his palm sliding along one of Angeal's shoulders, over until he can slide his fingers into dark hair. "Or else I imagine we would have gotten into a great deal more trouble for the sort of mischief we have..."
The way Lazard pinches the bridge of his nose blocks his view of Angeal's expression, but he can still hear that patient sigh. "Gen, not now," he murmurs.
He's managed to compose himself by the time his hand lowers again. "You are both a special case," he says, and he means that in more ways than he believes the pair of them understand. "In fact, you are a special case I had to make an argument for-" Ah, and that's hit. Angeal's brow furrows, no doubt trying to think on what could have happened, and Genesis's eyes are wide as he turns to look back at him. "I thought you were both so full of potential that it would be a waste to turn you away, especially when you were already romantically entangled with one another prior to joining ShinRa. I convinced them that the typical issues which arose with fraternization would not arise with the two of you."
Yes, this really might be the argument that gets through to the pair of them. Angeal glances down, now, his own arms folding in front of his chest while a frown rests upon his lips. He really is a good man, aware of what ways he might stand out or what troubles he causes - what he can get away with and what might actually affect people. He may very well tease, but Lazard is confident in the fact that he wouldn't step too far over the line.
Even Genesis seems to be recanting a bit with this additional knowledge. "It should never have been such a big enough matter in the first place," he says, narrowing his eyes down at the floor.
"Whether or not that is the case is not the matter at hand here," Lazard says, feeling more confident now that he knows which argument will hit the two of them best. "I am simply letting you be aware of the rules and risks that are at play here. Even the fanclubs which have arisen due to your influence are well aware of your closeness, and so we can be more assured that this will not affect either your work or how you appear to the public. However, getting Sephiroth involved is by far an entirely different matter. It is, if I may be blunt, not only incredibly unprofessional, but also you could end up causing a great deal of harm to him. You should both be aware that his socialization skills are rather low. The kind of passions that arise during romance are not something to be treated lightly. He needs to be handled with much gentler hands than I believe the pair of you have really put thought into. And of course, then there is the matter of his public image. While the two of you balance well off of one another, the fact of the matter is that a part of Sephiroth's popularity is because he is seen as more of a lone wolf type. As someone beautiful and talented, purely unobtainable..."
He could keep going. He has a whole speech planned, with the hopes that even a fraction of it will stick in either one of their heads and make them reconsider what they're doing. That's almost the best he can ask for.
And yet, right in the middle of it all, Genesis's head suddenly snaps up, and his eyes light up in that eerie blue. "Wait," he breathes, even as Angeal stirs besides him in a softer but no less serious interest. "I was being lead, a fool to water, into the idea that this was some shovel talk. Yet Director... This is hardly that. You are jealous, aren't you?"
Lazard's heart slams hard into the inside of his chest. The atmosphere of the room is suddenly shifting, pressing down on him as the pair look at him with a kind of interest in their eyes. "Jealous of who is the real question," Angeal says, voice gaining a soft and deep quality that rolls into Lazard's gut.
Whatever else his heart might be doing, Lazard keeps his composure. "My personal feelings on this matter are of no concern," he says coolly, "and I would thank you to not make assumptions. Now, as I was saying-"
He doesn't get to finish what he was saying. Instead, as is his wont, Genesis steps forward with a sweep of his arm. "There is no need to be hesitant," he declares, regaining that confident smoothness to his voice. "You had me lock the door, Director, so it is only the two of us that are here to hear any confession you may want to make." He turns from him, pacing some sort of unknown pattern in front of his desk. Genesis's hands are still gesturing, long and languid, to the point that Angeal has to start going to the side just so that he can avoid getting hit. "And you and I both know that the soundproofing in this little den of yours is nothing short of superb." He glances over his shoulder, the mako blue of his eyes seeming brighter than usual. "For... confidentiality reasons and nothing less, I'm sure." He whirls around again, still going at it. "And I must say-"
"You don't need to say anything else," Lazard informs him sharply, palms pressing down flat against his desk. "I think that is enough, Genesis, SOLDIER First Class. I thought it would be good to bring it up to both of you, but I see I was mistaken. If you are going to say such things, then-" He pushes himself up to his feet, hands still braced against the desk, and -
And there is a firm chest right there against his back, and large hands sliding over his to keep him pinned in place. Lazard's breath catches.
His own fault, really. He's seen how Genesis and Angeal fight together. The way that they're perfectly in sync in almost all ways, able to manuever around one another in mirror images, or perfect complements. It was like watching wolves in the wild, bodies racing fluidly against ground and through the air as they hunted down an elk. He's seen videos. Watched as one would snap and howl, draw their prey's attention while the other approached it from the other hand, silent and unnoticeable until its teeth were digging into its throat...
Angeal's breath is hot against the back of his ear, his neck. Lazard swallows, and tries to ignore a similar heat in the pit of his stomach.
Needless to say, Genesis looks as pleased as anything. His hands fall back down, losing all drama. "Oh, I hardly believe there is any need for the three of us to part so soon, Director Lazard," he says, savoring every word passing through his lips in a way that makes him want to lose all control. "There is still so much to this conversation that we could have."
Underneath the sharp click of Genesis's boots, there's a low rumble that rolls deep into him - Angeal's chest to his back. Lazard fights to keep his mouth from going dry, and doesn't find much success. "There is nothing more to talk about," he says, and at least his voice stays level even if nothing else feels like it is inside of him.
All Genesis does is smile, a cocky sway to his hips that Lazard does his absolute damned best to not watch too closely. "Now, isn't that incorrect, Director Lazard?" he drawls, and, finally, he is back at the desk as well. His own hands slide across the smooth surface, nudging against his own fingers. Covering what little that Angeal's own could not. He is so close this way as he leans down, tongue drawing itself slowly across his lips. "There is still a question that you have yet to answer, Director."
He has been in far worse situations than this. Lazard tries to remind himself of that, and not the soft pink of Genesis's tongue. Of Angeal's hips against his, a bulge notable against his pants that he can feel. It's exactly how he's imagined it, in more than a couple of fantasies. "What question?" he asks breathlessly as Genesis leans down, even as he knows it's a trap.
Against all his better judgment, unfortunately... He wants to be trapped.
Genesis is slow and languid in the way he moves closer, nose brushing against Lazard's. Lips brushing against his own mouth, a dangerous temptation where every breath he takes in is just an exhale of Genesis's own.
"Which of us are you jealous of... Director Lazard?"