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Chapter List
- 1-Diabolic
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen - The END
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Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi

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Eleven

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Vincent stirred in his sleep, his cheek rubbing against smooth sheets that
carried a familiar and somewhat stirring scent. His hand closed, bunching the
blankets. Wait a minute� Sheets? Blankets?
His eyes snapped open. He was in a bed in an old fashioned attic bedroom. What the�? He frowned. Somehow, the room with its steeply peaked bare-wood raftered ceiling actually looked vaguely familiar. The two floor-to-ceiling dormer windows on the left were haphazardly draped with old gray sheets, but he could have sworn he remembered seeing them without the sheets and snow falling beyond the glass. The worn dresser with its half draped gray sheet sitting against the far wall facing the foot of the bed, and the door on the right seemed familiar too.

His frown deepened. He remembered going into the cave near the mountain�s summit to sleep off the fever from the ice dragon�s poison then�

Snow�

Sephiroth�

Oh yeah� He was in the attic of the ShinRa mansion, carried here by Sephiroth. He even remembered speaking to him about�something. Vincent raised his hands and rubbed at his face. He couldn�t recall a thing. What they�d talked about had been erased by the fever. He arched into a back-popping stretch. Whatever it was, it couldn�t have been all that important.

Vincent lifted his arms. His veins had gone back to being near-invisible blue. All traces of angry red were gone. The poison was apparently out of his system. Good.

He rolled over onto his side and twisted, bringing his knee up and over to the opposite side. Muscles flexed deliciously and bones popped slightly. He spread one wing completely out, extending the slender bones to their furthest limits. It felt unbelievably good just to stretch. He turned over onto his their side, twisted and stretched out the other wing. He groaned for good measure.

Vincent turned over onto his back with a satisfied sigh and wondered vaguely how long he�d been asleep. Anyway, now that that was over, it was time to begin searching through the old archive and perhaps find a few answers.

�Blessed Gaia, don�t stop on my account!� The voice was deep, masculine and came from the right.

Vincent jolted and sat bolt up-right to look toward the door.

Sephiroth smiled and stepped through the doorway closing the door quietly behind him. �You looked like you were enjoying yourself.� His hair was pulled back into a long sleek tail that fell over the shoulder of his signature double-breasted black leather coat. The white armor shoulder pauldrons were absent, as was the cross-harness he normally wore to hold his seven foot Masamune blade. The floor-length coat hung open showing the simple black turtleneck tucked into his leather pants. Rather than the armored knee boots he was known for, plain black dress shoes showed under the cuffs of his pants.

Vincent�s brows rose. He looked almost�ordinary. A smile tugged at his lips. Well, as ordinary as a seven foot angel could look. His enormous wings were folded neatly at his back, one of midnight feathers, the other wing merely a shadow. The coat didn�t seem to be interfering with them at all. Vincent wondered if the back of his coat opened to make room for them the way his gambeson jacket did.

Sephiroth lifted an elegant brow. �You must have missed me.�

Vincent blinked. �Huh?�

Sephiroth grinned briefly flashing his long fangs. �You�re staring.�

Vincent looked away and lifted a shoulder. �I�m just not used to seeing you dressed like that.�

�Ah, yes�� Sephiroth strode for the bed waving the book in his hand. �I don�t think you ever saw me out of battle gear.� He sat down on the edge of the bed. �I don�t think my�body ever removed it.�

Vincent looked over at him feeling a strange spark of humor. �Your evil twin?�

Sephiroth stilled then nodded. �A good name for it.�

Vincent rolled his eyes. �It was a joke.� An old joke from childhood.

Sephiroth scowled. �I only wish it was a joke.�

Vincent sighed. Perhaps that comment hadn�t been the best idea in the universe? �Fighting it wasn�t a joke either. The damn thing refused to die.�

Sephiroth nodded and turned to stare blankly at the closed door. �I tried to kill it the moment I discovered it. I beheaded it.� He chuckled, a short ugly sound. �But the stupid thing only grafted itself directly into my body!�

Chills raced down Vincent�s spine. �It grafted itself to you?�

Sephiroth nodded and looked away. �I was stupid to touch it. It had melted itself halfway into my chest before I knew what was happening.� He curled his lip. �Utterly disgusting. I tried to rip it back out, but it�� He stilled, holding his breath. �One moment I was me and the next, I was�not.� His voice turned hoarse, and hollow. �I was wide awake in my own head when I stabbed my best friend through the heart.� He looked down at his lap and took a ragged breath. �It was my body, but I couldn�t do a thing -- not one damned thing, to stop myself.�

Vincent stilled. Zack� Sephiroth was talking about Zack, Cloud�s mentor. He�d heard the story from Cloud, how Zack had been General Sephiroth�s second in command, and his closest friend. Cloud had been part of that friendship too.

Sephiroth took a deep breath and released it slowly. �Cloud tried to stop me from killing him.� He snorted sourly. �That stupid stubborn child didn�t stand a chance in hell.�

Vincent nodded. Cloud had still been just a normal human trying to fight someone bio-engineered to kill monsters. Cloud had told him how he�d still had Sephiroth�s sword in his stomach when the insane scientist Hojo, had scooped up both him and the mortally wounded Zack, and dumped them into specimen tanks.

Sephiroth looked down at his fingers clenched around the book in his lap. �I used the last of my willpower to walk myself directly into the reactor�s life-stream flow. It was the only thing I could think of to destroy it.� He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. �That�s the last living memory I have, dying in the reactor.� He exhaled heavily and dropped his gaze to the floor. His lips curved into a bitter smile. �And the stupid thing re-fucking-generated!�

Sephiroth turned on the edge of the bed to face Vincent, his teeth bared, his body vibrating with tension. �And it keeps regenerating!� He threw out a hand. �All the fucking pieces keep regenerating!�

Vincent stilled. He felt the blood leave his face and the hair lifted on his body. �The pieces�?�

Sephiroth stabbed a finger into the mattress. �You remember those three that were running around last summer? The ones that Cloud finished off?�

Vincent frowned. �Your clones?�

Sephiroth smiled baring all his teeth. His cat-green eyes narrowed to slits. �They were mine, but they were not clones. They were revenants, parts of my dead body that regenerated into separate entities.�

Vincent frowned. �I was under the impression that they came from a lab?�

Sephiroth shook his head. �They were found while still in-sentient and brought to a lab. That�s where they gained consciousness.� He shook his head. �Those creatures had no clue what they were any more than the doctors that examined them.� He snorted. �Scientific morons��

Vincent scowled. �Somebody trained them to fight, and gave them weapons.�

The dark angel shook his head. �And probably died for their stupidity.�

Vincent shook his head. �So, where were you during all this?�

�I had other, more pressing concerns.� Sephiroth waved a hand in clear dismissal. �I knew that sooner or later Cloud and his bunch would eventually take care of them.�

Cloud and his bunch�? Vincent folded his arms across his chest and smoothed his face into non-expression, but he couldn�t quite keep the growl out of his voice. �You�re welcome.�

Sephiroth rolled his eyes the scowled at Vincent. �I simply did not have the time to deal with them. I was already fully occupied with hunting down and eliminating any other pieces I could find before they succeeded in regenerating into walking entities.�

Vincent stiffened. �There were more?�

Sephiroth snorted. �Let me ask you this.� He leaned close and curled his lip. �Whose idea was it to take out my body using explosives?�

Vincent looked away and shrugged very casually. �Roughly, everyone on the planet.�

Sephiroth blinked.

Vincent looked back at him and lifted a brow. �Bullets and edged weapons didn�t seem to have much effect, neither did fire or ice attacks. There weren�t many options beyond that.�

Sephiroth blew out a breath and a sour smile appeared. �Point taken.� He leaned back and sighed heavily. �Yes there were more, a lot more.� He rolled his eyes. �Scattered every which bloody way, and I will not�� He pointed a finger at Vincent. ��Go into any more detail than that.� He turned his back on Vincent and wiped his hands down his pant-legs.

Vincent didn�t want any more details. The mere idea that more those�revenants might be running around was already enough to make his skin crawl.

Sephiroth scraped a hand through his long white tail. �How the hell did we wander into this thoroughly depressing conversation?

Vincent winced. My poor taste in jokes. He cleared his throat. �I couldn�t possibly say.� It wasn�t exactly an untruth.

Sephiroth turned around with a sly smile and leaned very close. �Would you agree to a change in subjects?�

Vincent leaned back. The dark angel was definitely up to something. �Such as?�

Sephiroth tilted his head. �How about, what the hell possessed you to come here?�

Vincent blinked. �Oh� The archives are here.�

Sephiroth frowned. �What are you looking for?�

Vincent snorted. �If I�m going to find you a physical match, the best place to begin is by searching for Lucrecia�s closest family.�

Sephiroth frowned. �The lab assistant�?�

Vincent�s brows lifted. �Lucrecia Crescent was your birth mother. I thought you knew?�

Sephiroth frowned and looked away, staring at nothing. �Oh yes, right�� He shook his head. �I�forgot it was her.�

Vincent sighed softly. All his life, Sephiroth had been told that his mother�s name was Jenova. Cloud had told him that Sephiroth hadn�t uncovered that lie until he was face to face with the�thing in the tank. Vincent had known all along, but he�d been sealed in his own tank. By the time he�d been released, Jenova had already rendered Sephiroth utterly insane. Vincent shook his head. So many lies� �If I�m not mistaken, Lucrecia�s mother was a ShinRa by birth.�

Sephiroth�s cat-green eyes opened wide. �Blood and hell�� His mouth curved in a tight smile. �I�m related to Rufus?� He gave an exaggerated shudder. �What a revolting revelation.�

Vincent rolled his eyes, but a smile pushed at the corners of his mouth. �The relationship may not be all that close.�

Sephiroth grinned. �I certainly hope not!�

�Anyway�� Vincent scraped a hand through his hair. �I�m here to find the ShinRa family registry. It should list your closest relations.�

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. �If I�d know that sooner I could have spent the past two weeks searching for it.� He lifted the book he�d set on the bed. �Instead of merely entertaining myself.�

�Two weeks�?�

Sephiroth turned to look at Vincent. �You have been unconscious for the past sixteen days.�

Sixteen days? Vincent�s eyes opened wide. �And no one found me? Blood and hell, don�t tell me they left this place completely without security?�

Sephiroth shook his head. �No, they did not.� He snorted. �However, the few guards stationed here are far too afraid of ghosts to go anywhere near this floor.�

�Afraid of ghosts�?� Hot suspicion boiled at the back of Vincent�s mind. His brows lowered. �What did you do?�

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. �Nothing fatal, I assure you.�

Crap! Vincent grabbed the lapel of Sephiroth�s coat and tugged, forcing the dark angel to meet his gaze. �What did you do?�

Sephiroth smiled from only a breath away. �I dropped my book.�

Vincent blinked. �Huh?�

Sephiroth leaned just a hair closer. �I had just chosen a book off the shelf when a pair of guards walked into the room. I disembodied into mist and the book fell.� His smile broadened. �Apparently that was enough to convince those idiots that the library was haunted.� His gaze slid to the side. �So I have been spending the past two weeks encouraging that belief.�

�Encouraging�?� Vincent�s blood turned to ice water. Sephiroth had been actively playing ghost for the past sixteen days? Vincent fisted both his hands in Sephiroth�s coat and tugged to draw the green gaze back to his. �Did anyone actually see you?�

Sephiroth pursed his lips and his green gaze slid away. �Perhaps one or two here and there, maybe more.�

Vincent�s heart slammed in his chest. He was seen. �You let them see you? Are you out of your fucking feeble mind?�

Sephiroth sighed heavily. �Vincent, they�ve seen nothing more than a floating apparition that happens to like books.�

Vincent�s heart beat in his mouth. �Then they didn�t actually recognize you?�

Sephiroth snorted. �Of course they recognized me. I am rather distinctive.�

He was seen and recognized. Vincent�s heart very nearly stopped, then it hammered hard enough to beat in his ears. �You brainless idiot! Why did you do that?�

Sephiroth shrugged. �Boredom?�

Vincent blinked. �Boredom�� Heat flared at the back of his skull and a growl rumbled in his chest. �You exposed your existence because you were bored?�

�Well�?� Sephiroth tilted his head and looked away. �Waiting for you to wake up was very, very�dull.�

Vincent suddenly craved a nice solid brick wall to bash his head against. �Of all the stupid, arrogant, shit-for-brains, insane, suicidal stunts to pull��

Sephiroth�s brows lifted. �Vincent, are you actually concerned for me?�

Vincent jerked on Sephiroth�s coat. �Of course I am! Of all the stupid, lame-brain, idiotic questions...!�

Sephiroth grinned. �Well damn, Vincent.�

Vincent released Sephiroth�s coat to throw up his hands and look up at the ceiling. �Why me, Gaia? Why?�

Sephiroth's brows lifted. �Vincent?�

Vincent turned away to scrape his hands through hair. �Can someone please tell me, why I have to get all the lunatics?�

�Vincent!� There was a definite note of affront in Sephiroth�s voice. �It was just a harmless prank!�

Vincent rounded on the big idiot and stabbed a finger toward him. �It was not harmless! You were seen, you idiot, and recognized! Do you want another manhunt!�

Sephiroth�s brows lowered and his smile evaporated. �Vincent, calm down.�

�Calm down?� Vincent slammed a fist into the mattress. The bed vibrated under them. �Why the hell should I calm down? You were seen and recognized!�

Sephiroth reached out to grab hold of Vincent�s upper arms. �Yes, I was recognized, but there�s no need to get this upset over it. They saw harmless book-reading phantom, not a sword-wielding maniac.�

Anger and fear shoved a snarl from Vincent mouth. �Do you have any idea what you�ve done?�

�Vincent.� Sephiroth leaned close and smiled. �Pay attention, and think carefully. What can anyone actually do to me? I am already dead, remember?�

Vincent grabbed on to Sephiroth�s sleeves. �No, you think carefully for once, you arrogant, egotistical, prick.� A growl rumbled in his chest. �Yes, you�re a ghost, but now they know you walk. They know you still exist! What happens when you finally possess a body? If they even suspect that you could be walking among the living no expense will be spared to find you � and kill you again!�

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. �Gee, I didn�t know you cared.�

Bastard! Vincent dug his nails into Sephiroth�s coat sleeves. �Of course I care, you stupid shit! Do you have any idea what your death would do to me?�

Sephiroth stilled utterly, his gaze wide. �What my death would do�?�

Vincent froze staring at Sephiroth in complete shock. What the fuck did I just say? He threw up his hands to cover his mouth as though he could stuff all the words back in.

�Vincent.� Sephiroth tightened his grip on Vincent�s upper arms, pulling him close. His gaze narrowed to green-gold slits. �Do you love me?�

Vincent stared. Love�? Was that the reason behind this insane worry eating at him? Was that why his heart ached when Sephiroth spoke of his tragic past? Was that why seeing him smile actually felt�good? Was that why he hadn�t destroyed the ghost back on the floating island? Was that why he was here in Nibelheim? Could it be...? His heart twisted in his chest. Ah, crap.

�Answer me.� Sephiroth dug his long nails into Vincent�s arms, forcing Vincent�s gaze back to him. �Vincent, do you love me?� His tone was quiet, but his green gaze was merciless.

Vincent flinched. Crap, crap, crap� He hunched his shoulders. �Yeah, I guess I do.�

Sephiroth blinked. �You do?�

Vincent jerked his gaze away and felt his face heat ferociously. Embarrassment fueled his temper. �Yes, damn you!�

Sephiroth pulled Vincent up onto his knees and glared directly into Vincent�s eyes. �You love me?�

Vincent twisted but he couldn�t break Sephiroth�s grip on his arms. He snarled in the dark angel�s face. �I already said yes, twice!�

Sephiroth jerked Vincent up against him and covered his open mouth with his own, kissing Vincent so hard, it was practically an attack.

Vincent kissed him back out of sheer self defense, his tongue quite literally sparring with the hot wet velvet of Sephiroth�s tongue. Hot wetness smeared Vincent�s cheeks. What�? Vincent blinked, then opened his eyes wide.

Sephiroth was weeping.

Vincent stared and felt his heart bleeding with every beat. Sephiroth was weeping. And it hurt. Blood and hell� Vincent shut his eyes and devoted himself to pushing everything he felt, everything he didn�t know how to say, into his kiss. It was all he could think of to stop the flow of hot tears against his cheek.

Sephiroth�s lips and tongue devoured Vincent�s mouth, pressing Vincent backwards, and then down among the blankets. He lifted his head and swiped a hand across his damp cheek. He smiled, and it was breathtaking. �Damn, you made me hard.�

Vincent blinked. �What?� He was barely able to string two thoughts together after that kiss, but the smile was nearly as distracting. Sephiroth looked so�happy.

Sephiroth knelt up in the edge of the bed. �Forgive my impatience, but�� He jerked at his coat, unbuckling the sides from the back. �I�ve waited almost three weeks for you to wake up.� He slid the coat from his shoulders and away from his wings.

Vincent sat up, his knees splayed wide. Oh, so the back of the coat did open to make room for his wings. Sephiroth�s words suddenly sank in. �What? Wait a minute�!�

Sephiroth tossed his coat to the foot of the bed. �Absolutely not.� He reached down to unbuckle his belt. �I refuse to wait another moment.�

Vincent leaned back and stared at the firm line of the dark angel�s erection hidden behind the leather of his pants. He could quite literally smell Sephiroth�s impatience rolling off of him in warm waves of pure lust. He jerked his gaze back up to Sephiroth�s face. �I�m not ready�!� Actually he was getting there very fast. His heart was hammering in his chest, the blood pounding downward at an unholy speed.

Sephiroth grinned, showing the points of his fangs. �You will be, momentarily in fact.� He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thoroughly modern plastic tube of lube.

Vincent�s eyes opened wide. �You carry that in your pocket?�

�Of course.� Holding the lube in his left hand, Sephiroth tugged open the button to his pants. �I like to be prepared.� He raised one knee and set it on the bed.

Vincent scowled and crossed his arms. �I�m surprised you didn�t just do me while I was sleeping.�

Sephiroth lifted a silver brow. �Does masturbating next to your sleeping body count?�

Vincent�s mouth dropped open. �You did�what?�

Sephiroth leaned down, setting one hand on the bed. His silver tail slid down past his shoulder. �I did consider taking you in your sleep, but I actually prefer you awake, and moaning.�

Vincent scowled. �You have got to be the biggest pervert I know!�

�I don�t mind you knowing other perverts.� Sephiroth brought his other knee up on the bed, easing forward between Vincent�s raised knees. �As long as I�m the only pervert you are intimate with.�

Vincent leaned back on his elbows and suddenly thought of Cloud. His cheeks heated but he didn�t dare look away. �Jealous?� His voice came out a tad higher than he liked.

�Possessive.� Sephiroth arched over Vincent, his eyes narrowing to gleaming slits. �I don�t like anyone handling that which is mine.�

Vincent leaned up to snarl up in the dark angel�s face. �I am not yours!�

Sephiroth smiled, showing fangs. �Oh, but you are.� The sound of a zipper parting was shockingly loud. �And you will never escape me. Never.� He dropped his mouth onto Vincent�s in another near-violent and taking kiss.

The kiss was so hard Vincent was pushed down among the blankets.

The dark angel followed him down to rest on his left forearm, setting it just above Vincent�s head while spreading Vincent�s thighs wide with his own.

Vincent raised his hands and set them around Sephiroth�s neck. He meant to grab the dark angel by the throat to throttle some sense into him, he really did, but somehow his fingers ended up caressing the strong throat, and then tangling in the long silver tail. The leather thong came free under the claws of his left hand and the long silver hair spilled down over both of them. Vincent sank his fingers into the fall of snow-bright silk, and moaned into his lover�s mouth.

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