Soldiers' domestic arguments

Title: Soldiers' domestic arguments
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: AngealxGenesis
Rating: cute, crossdressing
Summary: Soldier couples have their arguments as well
A/N: Damn, but I can't get the idea of tranny!Gen out of my head!


Angeal almost slammed the door shut, but came to his senses in the last minute and shut the door with exaggerated care. Turning to his lover, he hissed outraged:

"Why, Gen? Why is it that we never can go anywhere without you embarrassing me?"

Blue eyes sparked with fury as they stared back at him.

"Embarrassing *you*, darling?! Did you ever stop to think that this might have nothing to do with you at all? The man insulted me!"

"That is not the point! We're Soldiers, not Turks! We can't go around throwing drinks in people's faces and then bitch slapping them!"

"I can't see why not?" Genesis crossed his arms and glared daggers. Angeal felt like tearing his hair.

"Because we're *First Class Soldiers*! That poor man flew through a wall and then fell down two floors!"

Genesis shrugged, untroubled.

"So I forgot we were on the second floor, so what?"

"Gen…." Angeal took a deep breath to steady himself. "You can't hit people for calling you a transvestite."

"Yes, I can!"

"Not when you are wearing a dress!"

"Look, dear, if you'd just stop for one second," Genesis voice was dangerously low, "and asked what had *really* happened, instead of just *dragging* me away, you'd have known that I didn't slap him for calling me a transvestite."

Something in Genesis voice made Angeal stop. His lover was seldom this serious and there was a touch of hurt in his voice – a different kind of hurt than just bruised vanity. He blinked a bit, suddenly uncertain.

"You are right. I should have asked." He hung his head. "I am sorry, Gen. What really happened?"

Genesis turned away, eyes shiny with withheld tears and arms hugging himself tightly over the green dress. Angeal took a step up and pulled him into a warm embrace. Genesis relaxed a fraction.

"He said I shouldn't show my ugly old tranny face in public. So I threw my appeltini in his face and bitch slapped him." The bravado fell from Genesis voice. "I'm not old, am I Angeal?"He whispered. "I'm not…ugly?"

Genesis squirmed a little as the embracing arms suddenly got far too tight for comfort.

"He said what?" Angeal said with that motionless calm in his voice that could make even Sephiroth take a step back.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Genesis hung his head as Angeal rubbed his bearded face against his neck. "Don't  do that, it tickles!"

"I think you are the most beautiful man in the world – yes, including Sephiroth – and you look *much* better than him in a dress!" Angeal relaxed his grip a little, but his voice still held an edge. "Gen…what does that man look like?"

Genesis shrugged.

"Several broken bones, a split lip, an eye that won't open for a few days…why?"

"No, I mean what did he look like *before* you hit him?"

"Oh. I don't know, honey, I didn't care to look. Why are you asking?"

"Because if I ever see him again, I'll show him what a punch from a First Class Soldier's fist can do!"

"Aw, you do love me!" With a little squeal of delight, Genesis twisted around in his arms to put them face to face. "My hero!"

"Always." Angeal wiped the tears away from soft cheeks with his thumb and leaned in to kiss him.

They were interrupted when the door to the second bedroom suddenly opened. A sleep rumpled Zack stepped out, rubbing his eyes with exaggerated motions.

"Mom? Dad?" He yawned. "Are you home already?"

"Very funny, puppy." Angeal growled even as Genesis snickered.

"Don't look at me, love. You were the one who insisted on adopting him."