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Only Human On The Inside	By : Exitus Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Final Fantasy VII
Sephiroth/Vincent
Only Human on the Inside
By- Exitus
The angels be envious, for even your mythical beauty cannot surpass one such as him.
What is this?
"My God..."
This... ungodly darkness.
"Sephiroth."
This... abhorrent silence.
"Please, Sephiroth."
Could I be...
"Wake up..."
Dead?
I feel a stony hand touch my wounded face. Then...
I am not dead? Are you with me angel? If you indeed are an angel and not a demon in disguise. I can feel your hands, one of flesh and one of cold metal as they caress my face. What is this? If I am not dead, but am not awake. I can feel you there, but I cannot speak. I can feel you hold me, and your hot breath caressing my face as you inspect me with your ever knowing eyes, yet I cannot reach towards you.
"I won't let you leave me." No, don't let me. I feel you lift my body, my right arm hanging to the side like dead weight. And at once, I am yanked into alertness. A tiny gasp passes my slightly parted lips. I feel thick warm liquid run in threads down my arm. My mako heightened senses picking up the coppery scent and projecting each drop of the crimson liquid as it falls to the hard soil. But as soon as I realized that I am alive, I can feel it slowly slipping from me. Too much blood.
Your heavy foot steps grow faster with each passing second. I know you feel that I am slipping away... fly my angel.
Don't let me...
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Emerald eyes shot open as the thick steam of his own breath caressed his face and evaporated. The air was so cold against his face though his body was pleasently warm. He caressed the inside of his covering with his hand, the cotton soft on the hard floor. The green eyes blinked one, twice, trying to get a hold on his surroundings. The ceiling, the walls, all various shade of gray stone. He was in a cave. Suddenly the flicker of flames caught his attention. A fire?.
Sudden panic overwhelmed him. How the was he here? What the hell had happened to him? His heart beat into his chest as if it were about to explode. There was someone else here. He sat up quickly but the sudden pain all over his body floored him before he could get too far. A howling cough racked his chest as a bitter copper taste flooded his mouth. He turned over in agony to spit out the crimson liquid that invaded his mouth.
"You're awake."
Someone moved on the other side of the cave. The slight flutter of crimson caught his eye as a figured moved closer into the light of the fire and sat. The leather clad figure rested its back to the wall and placed a golden appendage, what would have been his left arm on top of a bent knee. Sephiroth was frozen watching the man in front of him. The man didn't move, his red eyes staring at him something like disbelief present in his gaze. Sephiroth shifted uncomfortably as the other man stared.
"Do you know who you are?" He asked suddenly.
He furrowed his pale silver eyebrows. Know who I am? What kind of question-
"I asked do you know who you are?" He asked again, a little more forcefully.
The silver haired man glared. "I am Sephiroth, a SOLDIER General. Who are you?"
He man grimaced and maybe even winced? This was interesting.
"Vincent Valentine." He muttered. "Do you not remember?"
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow. "Remember? And what is it I'm supposed to remember?" He asked irritably. This Vincent was getting on his nerves.
Vincent looked at him puzzled. He spoke slowly as if he weren't sure of himself asking. "Do you.. remember anything at all? Cloud, Jenova? Hojo.. anything?" Sepiroth let out a sigh as he watched his breath disintegrate over him in the cold.
"No. I don't have any idea what you are talking about."
Vincent silently 'hmmed' as he continued to watch Sephiroth. He had indeed taken a lot of damage, and it was a miracle that Vincent had found him alive. It was possible Sephiroth had some neurological damage or memory loss because of the great battle. But then he had remembered his name, and the fact he used to be a SOILDIER General, or did he think he still was one? Possible mental relapse? Quiet shifting had caught his attention and he turned to the injured man before him.
Sephiroth had watched the mysterious stranger as he lost himself in his thoughts. The mans intentions were not quite clear to him, but it didn't seem likely he was going to kill him, seeing Sephiroth's wounds were probably cared for by the man. Yet he was still on guard. Sephiroth wondered to himself just how long he had been unconscious and just what had happened to him for him to suffer from such wounds. Suddenly an uncomfortable tension became evident in his lower abdomen. The man squirmed, crossing his legs and trying to wriggle out of the tightly tucked blankets, growling to himself as he became more tangled.
Sephiroth realized he was being watched. Crimson eyes met sea green for an instant before Sephiroth glared defiantly.
"I need the bathroom." He stated, not taking his eyes away from the other man. Red eyes blinked before his mechanical hand pointed out the mouth of the cave. Sephiroth snorted audibly. He must be joking. But the man did not seem like the kind to joke around with anyone. Finally, Sephiroth sighed and wrenched away the blankets from his body; the cold air hitting his shirtless flesh, making him hiss. He gritted his teeth against the cold. He slowly-and painfully- lifted himself up and walked towards the end of the cave. His pants and socks protected his lower half as he stalked into the frozen outside.
Vincent's eyes followed the silver haired man out of the cave. He figured he should have thrown the mans jacket to him before he went but he knew Sephiroths defiant nature would have waved it off. Vincent sat in silence, until the distant sound of splashing water sounded. Vincent turned his face away, his cheeks heating up a bit. Apparently Sephiroth didn't feel the need to go too far to relieve himself. A few minutes later the said man made his way back inside, his steps a little more brisk than before and wrapped himself back into the old blankets. He sat his face covered by the blankets, his legs angled before him. His short uneven breath the only sound in the cave and Vincent became concerned.
"Sephiroth?" No answer from the man. Crimson eyes narrowed.
"Sephiroth." A demand. Nothing.
"Damn it answer me!" He yelled.
"What?" The other man snapped feebly. Vincent furrowed his eyebrows. This was not the same Sephiroth who had carried himself with an air of defiance before he left the cave. The quick change in the man worried him.
"Are you alright?" Asked Vincent lifting himself from the stony floor.
The man seemed to hesitate. "...No." He gasped, burying himself deeper into the blankets.
Vincent sunk himself to his knees next to Sepiroth, pulling the coverings away from his face. Sephiroth lifted his head looking straight at Vincent, Vincent actually studying his face for the first time since he'd been awake. Dark circles bruised his eyes and his pale skin seemed pasty white. He was shivering, his teeth chattered and his hair was mussed around his head. This was a sick man, he realized which seemed to startle Vincent. Before, Sephiroth would have been viewed to be invisible; immortal. No one would have believed this was the same man. Vincent put a human palm to the mans forehead, despite Sephiroth's flinching objection, and clicked his tongue. The man was BURNING. This was not good. Vincent gently chewed his lip before he put his hand on the other mans shoulder to guide him back to lie down. Sephiroth complied without any complaint this time, and rested his head on the makeshift pillow with a sigh.
"Sleep, Sephiroth." Said Vincent slowly, hoping Sephiroth hadn't become delirious already. "You are very sick and you need rest. When you wake up I will have something for you to eat. Do you understand?"
The man snorted at Vincent's treatment showing that he infact still had somewhat of a clear mind. Vincent found himself smirking slightly, for the reason he wasn't quite clear, but he decided to hide it none-the-less. He waited for Sephiroth to fall deep into sleep before he set out to find some food for the both of them.
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The world was dark; Gaia seemed to cry out in despair.

Everything was shifting, colors, images.
He saw faces he did not remember and voices he could not make out.

All he could do was feel-he could FEEL- everything and nothing at all.

Pain wracked through him.
Then a calmness,

The world seemed to slow and sigh,

Colors meshed, voices turned to just whispers.

Bright tendrils of light seemed to caress him,

They moved like gentle fingers on his face and limbs

A woman, or feminine creature was before him-

Mother.
Jenova.
His breath shortened-

His chest constricted-

Suddenly, he felt hate-

Pure hate, resentment, loathing.

The tendrils tightened.

They cut into his skin-

His blood was black and the seeped through his wounds.

He cried out-

A delighted laugh, feminine.
His screames echoed,

But her laughter sounded louder.

Jenova!
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He awoke to the sound of screaming. His chest heaved as his eyes flickered around the cave ceiling. His breath began to slow and he realized that it was him that had been screaming. The last resounding echo bounced from the stone walls and there was silence. As his breath slowed, he realized he wasn't the only one breathing so harshly. He turned his head to find Vincent kneeled next to him, his human arm half extended as if trying to reach him. His eyes were impossibly wide as he stared at him. And Sephiroth realized how much he had probably startled the man. His slowly licked at his chapped bottom lip as he tried to think of something so say.
"Vincent." Was as much as he could manage, but it seemed to pull the man out of his stupor and he quickly pulled his arm back towards him; his eyes were back to normal size, though he still seemed quite flustered. Sephiroth watched as the red clad man lift himself from the floor and moved towards the fire. Apparently he had been cooking something before his out burst. Sephiroth opened his mouth to say something, probably something along the lines of apologizing before he was cut off.
"Are you hungry?" Asked Vincent quietly, poking at the food in the pan with a stick, acting like a makeshift spatula. Before he could answer his stomach loudly obliged for him. His cheeks heated with embarrassment and turned his head to hide it. The man made no sound as he turned away and he turned his face back when the pink in his cheeks was gone. But as soon has he did, it seemed to come back full force as Vincent had stop mid-flip to stare at him. They stared at eachother for what seemed like hours, but Vincent finally averted his eyes back to the pan; his face covered by the red cloak. Sephiroth sighed.
They ate in silence, though both men casting glances at one another as they ate. The food was decent, for being made in a cave over a fire anyway. Sephiroths stomach didn't seem to complain too much. He cast another glance to the other man, silently gasping as he watched the other man. The top of his cloak was pushed down from his face, the first time Sephiroth got a decent look at him. The fire flickered around his masculine features, though they were also, in a way, slightly feminine. The band around his forehead was pushed back so his eyes were also, not hidden anymore. In all respects, the man was handsome, if not, in a way, beautiful.
Vincent kept his eyes averted, but he knew the other man was looking. He was tiring of this staring game they were playing, but he wasn't too inclined to end it either. He wondered just what was the man so infatuated with. As he lifted his fork to his mouth he realized the answer. He quickly laid down his food and pulled up the neck of his cloak to cover his face again. He had been careless around the man, something he did not do often. He wondered to himself how he could act so comfortable around him. It wasn't like he knew him personally; he was the son of his once lover and his killer. But all the malice and hate he should have felt for him was not there. Instead, he seemed to be more relaxed with the man around. Maybe because he was sick and weak, and Vincent had that comfort in knowing he could take him out if he tried anything. But, he thought, somewhere deep down, he knew the man wouldn't try anything. This wasn't the same Sephiroth that AVALANCHE had battled. This was a broken man who didn't know his place in the world. This revelation seemed to sadden Vincent, as the notion had sounded quite familiar to him. In a way, Sephiroth reminded Vincent a lot of himself.
As Vincent mused, another thought came up. If he had still thought himself a General, and he did not remember any of the past events beyond that, would it be Vincent's place to explain to him just what he was? Tell him of the monstrosities he had committed though he did not remember them? And the others? How would AVALANCHE react to this? Especially Cloud. The poor boy. Vincent knew his life would not be normal. With the death of his love and the man he had once looked up to. He had those weighted on his shoulders every day of his life. And now he would find out that the man who had caused him this pain was still alive? Anyway you saw it, this would not be simple. It would be best to put the poor man out of his misery... Vincent shook his head, that was not the way to go about this. He would not kill this man. He was far from innocent, but killing him for something he did not remember didn't sit right with him at all...
Sharp, pained coughing broke him out of his thoughts and he turned to the man across from him. He was sat up, hacking painfully into his hand, his eyes tightly shut. Vincent stood up immediately to aid the man. He dropped next to him and tried rubbing the mans back with his human hand. But the coughing did not subside. The coughing seemed to have a liquid sound to it and Vincent was alarmed to the fact that the man was now coughing blood. The coughing did not stop, not even a chance for Sephiroth to breath. An idea popped its self into Vincent head as he positioned himself behind the taller man. He brought Sephiroth's back to his chest and rested both hands on the mans chest. Sephiroth winced at the cold metal gauntlet, but the coldness soon felt good on his skin. The coughing did not let up however and it was getting difficult for him to breath. Then soft whispering came to Sephiroths ear.
"Sephiroth, breathe. You need to fight the coughing and breathe." He tried to calm himself but it was to no avail. Cold sweat was running down his temples and his chest became tighter and tighter with each cough. Then another set of soft commands ghosted against his ear.
"Feel my chest against your back, copy the movements." Sephiroth tried. For the first few minutes it didn't seem to work, but then his coughing began to die down and he could catch his breath. Soon the coughing was gone and Sephiroth was breathing in time with Vincent. He leaned back against the other man, his eyelids seemed to become ten pounds heavier and he rested his head against the mans shoulder. Neither man had ever been in such an intimate position with anyone before, and the realization of it didn't seem to bother the men too much. They sat in silence, neither of them moving. Vincent dropped his gauntlet covered arm to rest on the floor to help support him. Sephiroths eyes moved lazily to the hand next to him. He seemed to study every detail of the weapon and wondered what lay beneath it. He moved his hand towards the armored hand.
Vincent tiredly watched as the other man moved his hand to cover his brass one. The mans long fingers seemed to caress the metal, studying it with his hands. Finally, the long fingers traced the golden talons, the sharpness surprising the silver haired man. Then, he moved his fingered between the spaces and entwined their fingers together. They both sat in silence for a while, still looking at their hands. Vincent sat quiet not knowing what to say; he could only guess what Sephiroth was thinking.
When the silence was too much for him, he knew he had to say something.
"Sephiroth." He barely whispered. The name of the angelic man before him. Vincent would describe him as angelic. His pale skin and silver hair, the mans flawless body could hold up to no other description.
At first, Vincent thought that Sephiroth hadn't heard him, but then the man turned his head to face him, not breaking his hold on his mechanical hand. Emerald eyes stared into dark ruby ones. He looked thoughtful, as if he had been thinking very hard about something. Vincent was stumped. Maybe being sick and the lack of sleep had made him delirious. Vincent opened his lips to ask him what the matter was when soft lips met his own. He was completely frozen, his lips unmoving. But Sephiroths lips pressed on, pressing tiny encouraging kisses to Vincents own fiery hot lips. The brief swipe of a tongue brought Vincent to his senses, his eyelids lowered and he slowly began to return the kiss. He placed his human hand in the other mans long silvery locks that hung on his shoulders like silk. A soft sigh left Sephiroths lips, daring to deepen the kiss a little more. Another swipe of his tongue and Vincent soon joined in. They're tongues caressed eachothers, lightly gliding against teeth and lips. Sephiroth moved his body more until he was completely straddling Vincent. Vincents human hand slid down through Sephiroths hair and down his muscular back. He could tell years of training had sculpted this body into the beauty that sat before him.
Sephiroth pecked two more light kisses on Vincents lips before the need for air began to emerge. They both stared at eachother, flustered, and very aroused. Vincent panted softly, small puffs of air evaporating into the cold. He wanted to ask the question that had been on his mind since the other man had took his hand.
"Sephiroth.." The name seemed to roll right off his tongue. "Why did you-"
"We are a lot a like Vincent. As I'm sure you have realized with all your thinking." He smirked slightly. "It seems that we both need... comfort, because I know that what I can't remember will not make me have an easy life, if one at all. You don't need to tell me Vincent, I see it in your eyes everytime you think that I'm not looking. I don't remember who I am, or was, but I have a deep feeling that it wasn't a good past." His eyes never wavered from Vincent's; he was a strong man, ready for what will inevitably lie ahead.
Vincent sighed, breaking eye contact to look down on the dirty cave ground. "No, it was not. There are reasons that I keep you here and not in any place where you can be spotted by people. And I know not what to do next, the only thing that I can do now, for you, is to tell you who you were." Vincent breathed to continue, but a cool finger pressed his lips, telling him not to continue. A callused hand reached out to cup Vincents face and bring him back to face Sephiroth.
"I don't want to know yet... whatever I was.. I don't want to know just yet." Sad eyes searched the red pools. Vincent wasn't sure what he was searching for, but was relieved to see that Sephiroth's eyes took on a new light, apparently finding it.
It was Vincent this time to connect their lips; he was just as gentle as before, but it seemed to take on a new meaning. The beautiful man before him didn't deserve the pain he would feel, and Vincent was glad to be the one to take it away.

Sephiroth moved his hands to Vincent's cloak, unbuckling the many buckles that adorned it and threw it off his shoulders to the floor. He wrapped both arms around Vincent's shoulders feeling the tight leather and holding him close, as if he thought he would disappear if he let go. Vincent ran his human hand along Sephiroth's back and into his thick mane. He moved his lips from the others and ghosted kisses along Sephiroth's jaw and down his neck. Sephiroth gasped small keening noises at the others ministrations and ran his fingers through Vincent's soft locks in encouragement. His lips traveled farther, sucking light on Sephiroth's collar bone. His tongue flicked over the newly made love-bite and Sephiroth groan in appreciation.
Vincent slowly sunk forward laying Sephiroth on the cool blankets, the loss of heat making him shiver. Vincent's lips traveled farther and gently swirled his tongue around Sephiroth's hard nipple. He gasped at the foreign feeling moaning for him to continue. Vincent turned his attention to the other nipple nibbling it with his teeth.
"Ooh Shiva.." Sephiroth gasped. "Vincent stop teasing..."
Vincent paid no mind to the request and continued on with his torture. He licked and played with his nipple as his human hand came up to pinch the other. Sephiroth gasped and moaned with each sensation, his hand fisting in Vincent's hair, hurrying him on. Vincent was obviously in no rush as he removed his lips from his chest and suckled lovingly at his sensitive sides. It worried Vincent that his ribs were noticeable through his skin, but in his condition it wasn't surprising. His hot tongue trailed down Sephiroths hard stomach and dipped lightly into his navel. Sephiroth let out a sharp breath, bucking his hips. Vincent basked in the shivers and noises that Sephiroth was making that encouraged him on. As he moved further a sharp nudge hit his jaw. He blinked a few times at what it was, but then smirkes mischievously at Sephiroth.
The sound of a zipper sliced through the silence of the cave and a loud moan echoed against its walls, making loose rock fall to the floor. Vincent slowly massaged Sephiroths hard organ with his tongue, earning a some loud groans and a few expletives from the silver haired angel. He teased the head of his cock and dragged his tongue down the large vein underneath. He used his human hand to fondle his heavy balls.
"Vincent." Sephiroth grit his teeth, trying to keep himself composed. He tightened the fist in Vincents hair to indicate just what he wanted. Vincent thought about ignoring the demand but decided against it, giving the man what he wanted. He took the hard sex to his lips, barely touching it as his eyes met Sephiroth's. Vincent took the head of his cock into his mouth, still holding Sephiroths gaze. He took inch by inch into his mouth before he met the hilt. Sephiroth's eyes were glazed as he watched the darker man take him in. His breath was coming in hard pants and he didn't think he would last much longer through this kind of treatment. Vincent began moving his head in an up and down motion, keeping gentle suction on him. Sephiroth threw his head back, holding himself from bucking into Vincent's pretty mouth. Vincent bobbed his head a little faster, taking Sephiroths reaction as encouragement. Soon Sephiroth felt the inevitable tightening in his stomache and gently pulled Vincent away.
He sat up and kissed the man before him, the slight tangy taste of precum on his lips. Then he pushed Vincent down on his back, with a devilish grin, and instantly covered him again with kisses. Vincent kicked off his heavy boots as Sephiroth began to undress him. Sephiroth unbuckled Vincent's leather body suit, the ridiculous amount of buckles and snaps aggravating him.
"Too many straps..." Breathed in frustration.
Vincent helped him using extra caution with his metal gauntlet not to cut the straps. Eventually all the buckles were done and Sephiroth caressed the exposed skin. Vincent tensed at the unfamiliar contact of anothers skin on his, only slightly nervous of his lover finding his body so marred. Sephiroth felt the raised bumps of crisscrossing scars on his body, but yet his skin was still soft. He placed small kisses on his shoulders and chest, kissing each scar with care. He kissed his chest until he got to a particular scar over his heart. It was starburst shaped, and one of the oldest. His hot tongue suddenly smoothing over the scar. Vincents breath hitched, the scar obviously very sensitive.
"It's a gunshot wound, from a long, long time ago." He explained.
"Who did it to you?" Vincent tensed at the question. How could he tell Sephiroth that his "father" had shot him? He shook his head.
"No one important now." He sighed, dismissing the question. Sephiroth seemed to take this as a sufficient answer for now. He would have to make note to ask more about it.
Sephiroth peeled the leather suit totally off of Vincents body, off his legs and threw over where his cloak lay discarded, leaving him completely naked under Sephiroth. Vincent shivered, besides his skin being hot from arousal, the cave was still a less than warm place. Sephiroth's eyes went to Vincent's golden claw, then back to Vincent. He knew what Sephiroth wanted and began to unlatch the clasps holding it together. The gauntlet split open, exposing Vincents arm. It wasn't human, no. It was a demons hand, dark purple in color with long slightly curved black claws. Vincent chewed at his lip, trying to gauge Sephiroths reaction, his eyes not leaving Vincent's exposed arm. A pale hand reached towards his hand and began to stroke it, just as it did with the gauntlet. The skin was impossibly hot with demon blood flowing through it. And just like he had with the claw, he entwined their fingers. An angel and a demon.

Turning his attention away from the arm, mostly to relax Vincent, Sephiroth began kissing his neck leaving small love-bites trailing down to his chest. A warm hand found its way down Vincents hip and to his leaking sex. His breath hitched and he tossed his head to the side as the hand began to stroke him. His body began to flush and he bucked his hips into the hand and bumping Sephiroths cock in the process. Both men gave a loud groan at the contact. Sephiroth grabbed both arousals and thrust his own against Vincents. The friction made slick from the leaking precum.
"Fuck..Kami.." Breathed Vincent, his hips pushing up to meet Sephiroths. They both thrusted up against eachother, the movement feeling amazing. Both men were panting and moaning, now and then a stray name would pass their lips in a passionate hitch. Despite how good it felt, Vincent knew they wouldn't be able to get off with just this.
"Sephiroth. I-I need more." He panted. The cat-like eyes stared at him, as if asking for some kind of permission. Vincent would have rolled his eyes if it had been the appropriate time. "I need you Sephiroth. I need you in me. Now." Sephiroth licked his lips and Vincent took his hand away from their arousals and to his lips. Sephiroth held back a moan as Vincent took three digits in his mouth, mixing his saliva with the precum. When he thought that the amount was sufficient he removed the fingers and placed Sephiroths hand to his entrance. By this time Sephiroth was more turned on than ever. He placed the first finger at Vincent's opening, gently teasing the private orifice.
Vincent growled warningly at the taller man hurrying him along. Sephiroth smirked, knowing he had affected the man this much. He slowly pushed the first digit in, going from knuckle to knuckle until he was fully inside. Vincent sighed loudly, his eyes closed in consentration. A second finger was added and Sephiroth couldn't help letting out a moan; Vincent was so tight. He stopped moving, letting Vincent get used to the intrusion and added the third finger. He wriggled and scissored the fingers, accidently bumping a sensitive spot inside Vincent. His eyes snapped open.
"Sephiroth!" He cried out. The surprisingly loud moan peeking Sephiroths curiosity.
Sephiroth lifted a delicate eyebrow as he repeated the action and again Vincent called out. The dark haired man was panting viciously his cock turning intolerably hard. His hips bucked against Sephiroths fingers, he wanted more.
Sephiroth watched Vincent, his eyes meeting smoldering garnet. The look on Vincent face brought a new height to his arousal.
"Vincent... I don't t-think I can wait any longer." He gasped, his cock twitching in excitement. Vincent growled wanting him inside him now.
"Gods then fuck me already." He hissed, not wanting to wait any longer than Sephiroth did. But Sephiroth was at a loss. He couldn't simply take him, though his dick said otherwise.
"I don't want to hurt you." He breathed, tightening his hand on Vincent's demon one. This time Vincent did roll his eyes. Hell if he cared at the moment, but he knew he would regret that decision later.
"Theres oil, a small bottle from when I was cooking in my pants pocket, theres some left..." Sephiroth stretched to retrieve it, finding it in no time. He positioned quickly himself back over Vincent, and liberally applied the oil to his straining arousal. This time Vincent wrapped his legs on Sephiroths waist so he could enter him easier. He kissed his dark haired lover and rested his forehead on Vincents. Their eyes locked on to eachothers as Sephiroth positioned himself to Vincent's entrance, slowly pushing the tip into him. Vincent held back a sharp gasp, the pain lessening by the second. Sephiroth pushed in farther until he was fully seated inside Vincent. He kissed his eyelids tenderly, and Vincent opened his eyes. When had a shut them? And soon the pain dulled into a tiny ache. Vincent wrapped his human arm around Sephiroths shoulders, taking the other one into his deformed hand. Sephiroth slowly began to thrust into Vincent. Small sighs turned into lusty moans and Sephiroth thrust faster into Vincent.
Vincent threw his head back as Sephiroth grazed over his sensitive bundle of nerves. He tightened around Sephiroth drawing a loud moan that echoed through the cave. Vincent soon met Sephiroths echoes in a mantra of sex. Sephiroth pounded into Vincent stabbing at his prostate with each thrust. Vincent clawed his human hand down Sephiroths back, which was slick with sweat.
"Vincent.. fuck!" He moaned the pain and pleasure mixing in a sinful cocktail.
"Faster, Sephiroth, oh GOD faster!" He cried, legs tightening around the thin waist of his lover. The all familiar coiling in his stomach getting tighter. Sephiroth bowed his head to Vincent's shoulder thrusting faster and faster, feeling his end coming fast. At once he placed his hand on Vincents hard organ and pumped in time with his erratic hips. Vincent cried out; the pleasure almost being too much his fingers digging into Sephiroths back, small trickles off blood rising from the wounds.
"Ahh-haaa! Yes!" Sephiroth moaned, the smell of his own blood almost driving him over the edge. He began to thrust deeper, slowing his pace a bit as he was in danger of coming too soon. He wouldn't before Vincent. His panting breath tickled Vincents neck and he snaked a tongue down his neck, his teeth scraping along. Vincent moaned, encouraging him to continue.
"Nhhg, make me bleed Sephiroth." He sighed lustfully raking his nails down his back once more. Sephiroth groaned, with was all too much, too hot. His teeth bit between his neck and collarbone, breaking the beautiful white skin. The blood seeped through his lips and down his shoulders, soaking into the bedding.
That did it for Vincent. The coil in his stomach burst and he came hard yelling his lovers name into Sephiroths pale hand. He tightened painfully around his lover. Sephiroth couldn't hold out much longer; a few more deep thrusts and-
"Vincent!" He called into his lovers shoulder, he came shuttering inside Vincent, their hands tightening together.
The cave was now completely silent. Neither man moved for what seemed like hours. Their panting breath making steam clouds about them. Finally Sephiroth pulled himself carefully out of Vincent and collapsed next to him. He closed his eyes, never having been as tired as this as far as he could remember. A hand reached out to wipe the blood from his chin and he opened his eyes to see Vincent, his face projecting nothing but his eyes saying it all. There were so many emotions, Sephiroth had to look away from him, but the hand caught him, making him stare into the red abyss.
Soft lips met his, and lingered. He knew tomorrow was going to be hard. But for now, he would let sleep take him and ask his questions tomorrow. He didn't protest as strong arms wrapped themselves around him; the warmth was welcoming. Neither man spoke a word, there were none to be said. For him, there was a new chance. There was always tomorrow.
Im only human on the inside

I crash and I burn, maybe some day youll learn

Im only human on the inside

I stumble and fall, baby, under it all

Im only human on the inside

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A/N:
I found this story when I was deleting old word documents from my computer. It was really only about 1/4 of the way done, but it caught my interest again I guess. So much so I finished it in about a day and a half. I'm not totally sure whether I should leave this as a one shot or not. It has potential to be a complete story, but I'm a horrible procrastinator. Also, there's some symbolism in there, if you can find them, just some fun for me. Song at the end is Human on the Inside by The Pretenders.
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