recitings | [SC] Ten Years Ahead [Genesis + Clovis]

"Huh?" He blinked owlishly for a few seconds before the redness once more appeared across his face. "Oh, yes, that would be--" Clovis barely finished any of his thoughts. It seemed like once he had dropped the masks, all the roles that he forced himself to play, he was left with just his true self. And that too had taken awhile for him to get used to being a gentle and unsure person, but there really was a limit to everything.

The prince gestured weakly to the door of on the right wall. "The other --" To the left. "-- is a closet." Not that Genesis even needed to know that much, but he just did not know what it was that he should say now.

As much as Genesis would very much like to run over to the bathroom now, he had to take things calmly-- play the role to balance Clovis out. It was adorable how he was unsure and all, really. Even after ten years, Clovis' simple and gentle ways had a kind of charm to him. It was either something he wanted to break or to keep safe.

At the moment, he wanted to keep teaching him. Love wasn't a simple process, after all.

"Could you lend me a towel so I could move around?"

"Of course!" His fingers once more brushed over his mouth as he mumbled about how he was being so ridiculous about this whole process. Genesis was still calm and patient with him as ever. It really was wonderful to know that hadn't changed even as he hurried into the bathroom to locate a towel. It wasn't a grand one in the least, just what needed to be done, as he took a towel from the small shelf before returning.

Pressing it against his face, he just wanted to get the red to go away before he returned to Genesis's side to hold it out to him. Biting his bottom lip, he could not help it. "I'm so sorry, Genesis. I don't mean to be so like I am right now. I wanted to show you that I had grown up to be a reasonable adult, but it seems like I haven't grown up at all when I am with you."

"I think that's how things work when you're in love, I guess," Genesis smiled as he took the towel to close around his waist and hide his embarrasing arousal. Well, the tent was still there, but at least he wouldn't be shocking Clovis with his nakedness.

"I guess that was what they meant when they said that love made one young again."

"Yes, that is what they say." Clovis smiled softly in turn as he looked away to save them any further embarrassment in the situation. "It really doesn't feel like any time has passed, but I will get on that later."

His fingers intertwined with one another, twisting, before letting go as he continued to look away. "I don't want to cause you further discomfort. So, please." He gestured lightly to where he had just left. His face still a little red. "Even though, it seems almost cruel to do such to you. To confess one's love to another is to want to give yourself to them rather than ... I apologize. I'm probably not making sense."

With the towel around his waist, Genesis began to make his way to the bathroom to relieve himself with a cold shower. But... before he decided to leave Clovis be for now, he leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I couldn't understand much, but... talk to me more when I return. I'll only be a moment."

With that, he darted off to do what was necessary: A freezing shower (which made him yelp a little, by the way) and...

"Clovis! Do you have anything I can borrow in the meantime?"

He didn't want to walk around someone else's home completely naked all the time, after all.

Clovis let out a soft sigh after Genesis left. His hands came to rest across his heated face, rubbing the skin until the color returned to normal. He really is always so patient with me when I don't realize that I'm burdening others. A soft laugh before he straightened the bed sheets out with only the sense of trying to busy himself. He did, however, hurry to the bathroom door when he thought he heard a noise, before letting the matter go. Oh. I--!

"Nothing that would fit you, I'm afraid." Their heights were still too different, but he did dig about to find something of his to wear. At least he did have one pair of pants that seemed suitable as they were baggier. "Still..." Upon locating the one of his longer jackets and looser shirts, he walked back to the bathroom door, to open it a bit to hold out the clothes to him.

Quickly, the clothes are taken and the door is closed once more. A little while later, Genesis comes out. The pants seem to fit decently while the shirt is a little tight on his muscled frame. It was of a decent length, though.

"The jacket was a little difficult to wear, I'm afraid. But, thank you." He smiled at the prince before him. It felt much better now that he was decent.

"You're welcome." Clovis looked down and away, still smiling slightly but not quite able to make eye contact with Genesis. He knew that he should just let the matter go rather than continue to talk on it, but the words came out on their own.

"I really do feel like I shamed you a bit," It was equally troubling how he kept looking up then away like some child that had been caught drawing on the walls or something equally silly, "and wish to know if there is any way I can properly apologize."

With a little chuckle under his breath, Genesis raised a hand to cup the prince's cheek. By this age, most people he knew were already comfortable with the idea of romance. Yet perhaps Clovis still had to have his hand held through this. If it took a while for him to blossom as a citizen in Death City and raise himself to a Death Scythe status, then perhaps he would also need the same for romance. It made Genesis chuckle, really. Clovis to him was like the trademark fruit of his hometown, the Banora White apple. You can never tell when the trees begin to bear fruit or when the fruits on the boughs finally ripen to taste. It takes patience and a keen eye to be a good harvester in Banora.

Well, watching a man blossom into maturity was better than watching trees, anyway.

"A kiss will suffice."

"A kiss?" One that he would have to initiate. Clovis had always been worried about actually becoming physically and emotionally involved with someone. Friendship was one thing, but love was another. But I do love Genesis. The prince wondered if the man knew about how difficult it was to make such a confession aver being somewhat neurotic about relationships all his life.

"I knew that one day my father would probably marry me off." It seemed like such a random statement, but he wanted to explain himself a little. "I was fine with that idea, because I would be helping Britannia as I would most likely be married for political and geographical gain."

His hands rose to touch either side of Genesis's face. "So, I couldn't love anyone without dismissing His Majesty, my title, and loyalty to Britannia." Even if he knew that he had died in his world, he couldn't betray his father. Clovis's gaze slipped to the side before he leaned in close to the other. "I confess all of this to you, because I really do love you. A kiss is so much more to me. And the one that you gave me before was..."

He really couldn't finish his sentence before he set himself forward to kiss Genesis, to halt his words. Something clumsy and sweet. Clovis wanted to confess all that he was to Genesis, because he felt like any second the man would disappear out of his sight. All the words that had piled up in that year had found their way of spilling out at the most awkward of times. And closed his eyes as he tried to deepen the kiss just a bit, unable to look at Genesis anymore as he did so.

Sweet and clumsy was exactly what Genesis had expected from a prince with such pure a heart. Although it could still be a little debatable, Genesis wanted to think of it that way-- that Clovis loved him with only the purest of intentions. And somehow, it warmed him greatly to know that someone had thought of him in such a way. After all, love was nothing but lies to Genesis. They were only feelings that bordered on lust-- or a desire for a certain opportunity. That was what he knew of his parents. That was what he knew for everything. That in a single accident, he would recognize that everything he once thought was normal and good were nothing but lies.

Yet... how would Clovis ever grow to love him wanting certain opportunities? He had never known his friend to turn a lustful gaze at him. His mind was always caught in some bright, childish, assertive idea. And he adored him for his simplicity despite the way that most of the time, it was a little off the mark.

Gently, his arms closed around the younger man's waist, pulling him closer, supporting him lightly so they could be at a more even height. When he felt the other desire a deeper kiss, he gently obliged, feeling his heart race ever so slightly as he parted his lips lightly and nipped gently at the prince's bottom lip.

Perhaps. Maybe just this once, just for Clovis, he would make an exception for the way he viewed love.

"I love you."

He swore that his heart stopped its beating for a moment when he murmured the words against Clovis' lips.

The snobby princeling of his youth wanted to say something along the lines that he knew that Genesis loved him. Who could not love him? But his heart would not allow him to tease, to be so egotistical. For the past year, he had been mourning someone that he did not think he would ever see, again. Clovis was able to find his way of honoring and keeping true to Spirit's memory, but he did not know what he could do for Genesis.

Spirit was the one who was the first one to befriend me, someone so troublesome and selfish. His smile returned into the kiss. But Genesis was the first to see me at my weakest. There were only fond memories that he had with the other. It was all that he could think of during that year. How his heart hurt and not quite understanding the reasons until a sudden revelation toward the end of that painful time.

Unlike Spirit, I said all that I wanted to him, but I wasn't able to say it to you. All those thoughts and things that he could have said now felt like they would be lost. His arms came to tighten their hold around Genesis in turn. Heart feeling full and joyous at those words. "Thank you."

Lips pressed against the prince's forehead... then the tip of his nose... then against his jaw once before returning to his lips once more for a deeper, more passionate kiss, taking advantage of those lips lightly parted after he spoke. Just a little more, he reasoned in his mind, finally feeling the guilt of wanting Clovis eased away. He loved him. And because he loved him, he could kiss him freely. Just like this.

Clovis blinked just a little in surprise at the first kiss, before the surprise slid away to a soft smile. Surprise because he just was not used to be adored and cared for in such a way. To be given such affection of such a manner. Though, it does make me feel a little foolish to be so.

His hands moved to rest on the front of Genesis's shirt as the kiss deepened. Fingers tightening on the material as his eyes closed. It really was hard to do so -- close his eyes, because he was still somewhat frightened of the idea of it being an illusion. Some dream that he was having to ease the heart that he was now realizing was just a little broken over Genesis's disappearance.

But if this really was an illusion, would he be able to feel the warm body against his and the soft, moist feel of a mouth upon his mouth? Genesis moves a hand to caress the back of Clovis' neck, encouraging him, wanting their kiss to last a little more. They didn't need to go to bed. No. Not just yet. They could take this slowly-- no, Genesis could take it slowly. He could be that way, at least for Clovis.

Whatever Clovis needs, he can give. And it makes him think... it makes him remember how Clovis described what knights did in his world.

It was just a bit difficult for him to know what to do in this situation. The only kiss of such passion given to him was one of just moments ago by Genesis. Still, Clovis tried for him -- to move his mouth, to open it slightly in invitation.

He felt his hands continue to twist the material of the man's shirt, remembering that it was his own, and feeling almost embarrassed by it. Embarrassed about how he was clinging to him so, but the warmth was calming and soothing, and helped to let him know that everything was real. It troubled him when the tears came, again; far more happy than they were sad. You're alive.

At the feel of warm tears upon Clovis' skin, Genesis moved another hand to brush away the dampness from beneath his eye. Clovis... The movement of his mouth and the little parting of lips is enough to urge Genesis to deepen the kiss a little more, his tongue darting forward to trace along a soft, untouched lip before slipping in a little, testing if he would respond to this. It was alright if Clovis refused, though. Genesis had no right to push him this way. They could just be content in each other's arms, basking in each other's warmth, not needing this kind of physical intimacy.

When the hand came to wipe away his tears, he wanted to explain that it was because he was happy. Happy to know that Genesis was safe and well. Would remain that way. Would hopefully stay within Shibusen now. It honestly made his heart ache to think that maybe he would only stay to rest then leave. Again. Don't go. It was terrible of him to think such a thing, to think of clinging to him so readily even if it made his heart feel like it would break if he were to leave.

But when the feel of his tongue, Clovis did pull away, but not for the reasons of not wanting to continuing. "I'm sorry, Genesis. I'm taking advantage of you." His shoulders dropped considerably as he felt terrible for how selfish and clingy that he was being. "I'm taking advantage of your kindness and ... love ..." Careful word as though it were precious, because it was, before moving on. "... for me ... to let me just keep taking advantage of you. I'm sorry."

"Taking advantage of me?" Genesis couldn't help but laugh a little, wondering how in the world Clovis thought of such an idea. His arms held the prince firmly, resolving not to let him go. Not just yet. And besides that...

"All this time, I've been afraid that I was taking advantage of you."

"I do not see how you could." Clovis pressed his lips into a thin line of confusion. He very lightly shook his head as he looked down at his hands which was playing with the front of Genesis's -- his -- shirt. "I brought you to my room to monopolize your time, watched you sleep, confessed so much of my feelings to you, stole kisses and continue to cling onto you."

A beat. "When you could very well just be here to rest and not to stay." His heart was hurting and burning and did feel like it was about to break to say as much to Genesis, to actually get confirmation of what he feared. "I'm forcing you to stay in order to appease my feelings for you." Oh dear, he was going to cry again if he kept speaking and turned his face away. If he did start, that would just make Genesis feel even more tied down to him.

"It's not fair and it's taking advantage of you ... manipulating you."

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But Genesis willingly followed Clovis into his room to monopolize the comfort he offered, slept in his bed and ate up his confession without realizing his own feelings after a while. And besides that... if his tiredness and his care for Clovis didn't stop him, he would have stolen more than kisses.

"You feel that my presence here was forced by you, Clovis?" Genesis chuckled, too amused by how the prince perceived the idea of 'taking advantage'. "You believe that by keeping me here you have manipulated and taken advantage of me? Ah, Clovis... beautiful Clovis."

Just to prove his point, his tone slipped a tone darker, a hint more dangerous. A hand curled around his hip, fingers pressing against the clothed flesh. And finally, his body pressed even closer-- so close they almost were on full contact with each other.

"Clovis... if I held no inkling of care or love for you, I would have done so much to truly take advantage of you." His breath brushed against the shell of an ear, before lips pressed against the soft flesh of a lobe, followed by the hard nip of white teeth.

"If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have stopped myself from taking you at all the opportunities I had... from the very moment you welcomed me into your room. I would have hurt you so badly... to do so much without an inkling of love for you."

"Genesis, I took you by the hand and more or less dragged you here." Clovis could not understand why Genesis was not understanding his apology. Forgiving him so easily? Without meaning to do so, he started to pout like in his younger years. "You need not mock what it is that I'm telling you, because you wish to be kind to me. That is what it means to manipulate another person."

His hands were about to press against Genesis's chest so that he could step away from him, to scold him more so that he would understand the situation. However, he got as far as loosening his hold on the front of his shirt before he was pulled in close -- the words and general dismissal of teasing lost. Clovis blinked a few times in surprise, letting out some noise that was neither approval or shock, but a mixture of the two as Genesis spoke, as his ear suddenly felt the center of the conversation.

"Hurt me?" The prince regained some of his senses as he moved just enough so that he could catch Genesis's eyes. "It is not in your nature to be overly cruel or vicious toward me, though." His hands finally moved away from the man's chest to grace either side of his face. Not understanding what it was that was being said to him, but thought that it was words of concerned about the madness that one felt outside of Shibusen. His fingers soothed over skin and hair, as his expression shifted to worry.

"Were you worried that you would kill me? But any sort of madness that you would have felt out in the desert is gone." His words loving and trusting, as always. "I know that you would never wish harm upon me, and so you need not worry or fear in that manner, either." Taking that form of 'advantage,' as he felt his shoulders slump, Clovis leaned in close to place a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"You really need not fear, Genesis." His smile soft, careful. "In my taking advantage of your kindness, I would be sure to keep you safe, as well."

Ah. So that was it. It made Genesis chuckle. He couldn't help it-- why did Clovis have to be so pure. Goddess... he needed to find some way to get them to communicate better.

"Clovis... I am not mad. I feel no madness. For once after months without it, I finally feel in control of my senses once again." he leaned in for a moment to brush his lips against the prince's in a tender, affectionate movement.

"Actually... I need to know... have you ever thought of lewd things before?" Genesis' voice was softer now, and his fingers were over Clovis' jaw, caressing the skin with his callous-roughened fingers. They needed to have this talk-- so they could understand each other.

"Answer my questions... and don't stray much from what I ask. You need to understand me."

His smile had returned easily, glad that Genesis was no longer fearing for his mind as he had thought, but did blink a few times as though he were not sure what he was being asked. Which was more or less true. Clovis had allowed himself to form something of a neurosis when it came to such things. It was difficult to escape from as his gaze slipped away and his nervous, anxious gestures of his youth began.

His hands pulled back so that he could begin wringing them before fiddling with his clothes, straightening his cravat and other such wrinkles that he could see. Looking away, his head gave slight movements to seek either the left or right but not directly look at Genesis while he bit his lip. Things that he was not particularly aware that he was doing, but did help to calm his thinking. "Oh, no. I could never think in those terms."

It's not very princely to think on carnal desires. Certainly Schneizel would not do so. His face began to turn just a little more red, as he could not bring himself to change the subject or lie to Genesis; not after all that he said. "It just would upset someone, I'm sure." Like my father. All the concerns about what would happen if he angered His Majesty came back to him. It was fine to say that he loved and adored the other. To be willing to give up his loyalty to the crown in being with someone that his father had not chosen -- had not approved -- for him. But it was quite another to think of anything else.

"It just is not right for me."

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