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

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."

"I see," Genesis' tone was gentle. He paused, thinking of how he was to tell him that some craved pleasures of the flesh and that it was never given so willingly.

"So... you've never truly felt a craving for physical affection, have you? I don't think you've let yourself have fantasies either," gently, he pulled Clovis towards him, leading them to sit upon the bed. He was sure this could be a long discussion.

"I've had far too many fantasies of that kind of contact... girls, boys... I've dreamed of them quite a few times. And you were one of mine-- my fantasies. I'm sure you've learned that already from what you saw a while ago."

Taking his seat on the bed, Clovis continued to lightly tug at his cravat absentmindedly. He lightly sought Genesis's hand to hold so that he may interlace his fingers with the man's. It bothered him as soon as he became aware of it of his nervous fiddling, even as his fingers continued to tremble anxiously. "I do feel that you mean something beyond my wishes for kisses and to have you to hold me while I sleep."

His eyes widened just a little at that confession. He allowed his free hand to come up over his mouth to hide the manner in which his mouth had opened. Clovis was surprised that it was a 'were' that this was not a new development from his confession of before. The prince had been surprised about Genesis's physical state, but hadn't let himself think deeply into it. Lightly shaking his head, he finally let himself speak. "The farthest I've ever thought was a wish to see you naked."

Even after what he was told, what he understood it meant, he leaned close to Genesis. "Please, will you forgive me? It's why I ... I dragged my feet to leave when you first changed to sleep." The word were stilted as he could feel his blush deepening. Somehow, it seemed so much purer and innocent if it was the other's desires and wishes. If it came from him, it was no good at all.

Tenderly, Genesis' fingers twined with Clovis'. His wishes were truly those of romantics-- those thoughts of kisses and holding him as he sleeps. Genesis would gladly do those for him. He loved him. He loved Clovis. It was just that they still had much to work out between them before they could live harmoniously together.

"I dreamed of you naked," Genesis murmured in reply, his hold on Clovis' hand a little firmer. "I dreamed I could do so much to you... to make you feel good in a lewd way. Even until now, I wonder if we may ever get to do that, now that we've confessed to each other. But still, you don't seem to understand things from my point of view... why I believed that I was taking advantage of you."

He paused, lifting the hand to his lips to kiss soft fingertips. He felt his longing for Clovis surge up through his body once more, but he knew he had to control it-- he had to understand him first.

"How would you feel if I were to watch you undress?"

"I suppose that I would have to be," Clovis mumbled softly at the idea that Genesis had actually dreamed of him naked. Of doing such things with him. He did bite his bottom lip as he tried not to say something foolish or look anymore a child than he probably already did to the man. "No, I'm afraid I don't understand your point of view."

He looked down and away before feeling like saying that he would be willing to do anything for Genesis if he but asked him of it. Regardless if he was well-versed in it or not, he would do what he could for him. His heart felt full even though his embarrassment continued to spread across his face at the things that he did not know -- the things that he would not allow himself to know even after ten years. It was difficult to remove those neurotic and anxious thoughts that he had brewing for over twenty years, after all. While it was easy to remove his first mask to show the gentle person that his family knew, it was far more difficult to remove such feelings that he had.

"It really would only be fair since I saw you." His head gave a light shake as he realized that he was avoiding the question that was asked of him. "Embarrassed. It is why I always wore so many layers when I was younger. It's shameful of a prince to show too much skin. To be overly provocative in any manner."

A pause as he finally decided to say what his heart was begging for him to say. "But even so, I would do those things for you, if you wanted it of me. I love and trust you so much that to give everything of myself to you is really but a small feat. The largest came when I was able to tell you my feelings, or that is what I believe."

"Clovis-- would you love and trust me enough to let me undress you?" The question was firm, solemn, not wanting to let slip any lewdness in the words he spoke. He knew that it was all about sexuality-- about being comfortable with the body. But, perhaps this was something entirely different.

After all, Genesis was slowly making his way to baring every bit of Clovis. It was like a challenge: all these layers of clothing he wore were like all the layers of being-- of anxieties and neurosis which he had to break through in order to have the prince understand him.

How different Clovis was... so different from him who was far too comfortable with his own body to shield it the same way Clovis did with his.

"Let you." His hand came to rest over his cravat, tugging at the material slightly. He had just said that he would be willing to let him do anything. Clovis allowed his gaze to slip away so that he could lightly bit on the tip of one of his fingers, nervously.

Lowering his hand, he did realize how foolish that he was being. Someone his age being this silly about wanting to show himself to the person that he loved. His head gave a slight shake at his own behavior. "Of course. I was able to see you naked and able to see you while you slept. It doesn't seem fair that only I'm allowed those visions."

Reaching his hand out to touch the side of Genesis's face, he smiled softly. "Those sort of things you should show to the one that you love, right? I cannot say that I love you then not show you every part of myself. It would mean that I didn't really mean everything that I said."

In reply, all Genesis could do was smile. His hands reached for that cravat then-- that all defining article of Clovis' clothing, almost more important than the gloves he used to wear. Slowly, battle-roughened fingers undid the material, loosening it from the Prince's throat until it hung open, resting on the shirt.

Genesis swallowed. This was strange. He never felt such a tense atmosphere when it came to undressing another body. To him, often the process was quick, rushed, rough-- all lust and heat and hurry. Bright blue eyes kept their gaze fixed upon Clovis' eyes instead of the flesh he exposed with every button his fingers slid open. To some extend, this was almost ceremonial. It made Genesis laugh a little in his head-- why was he so serious about this? Why was he making such a large deal out of undressing someone. That laugh only manifested in a warm smile to assure Clovis-- his beloved.

Yes. That was it.

After fully unbuttoning his shirt, Genesis' fingers slid over Clovis' neck, caressing the soft skin with the pads of his fingertips, running a thumb tenderly over a pulse as he leaned in to brush his lips over it. He was fragrant-- roses in full bloom over a sweet, milky scent. There was a hint of woods there and a touch of musk, essential to any man, but over all, Clovis was all innocence and romance. It almost hurt Genesis to think he would sully it all so easily.

He pressed a kiss to his jaw. Then to his neck. Then to the hollow of his collarbone.

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