Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

Diabolic	By : OokamiKasumi Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 11
- 12
- 13
Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Twelve

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pressed down among the blankest, Vincent could barely think past the mouth devouring his. The hot wet velvet tongue wrestling with his was flavored with an enticing combination of masculine arousal and raw power. The frost-white silk of Sephiroth�s unbelievably long hair slid across Vincent�s bare skin delivering shivers.

Vincent clutched the fabric of Sephiroth�s black shirt. The idea that a man with wings could wear a long-sleeved turtle-neck was strangely distracting. He slid his hands down Sephiroth�s broad muscular back and encountered buttons. Ah� His shirt wasn�t so ordinary after all. It had two extra back seams held together with a row of buttons marching from the base of his wings to the shirt�s hem.

Sephiroth groaned and broke the kiss, shifting his attention to nibble the underside of Vincent�s throat. �Damn, your hands feel good.� His wet tongue swept up the long muscle on the side of Vincent�s throat. �Do that some more.�

Vincent shuddered. His fingers dug into Sephiroth�s strong back muscles, his nails scoring down the elegant curve of his spine. Blood and hell, the man had a talented tongue.

The dark angel moaned in obvious appreciation, his strong thighs encased in smooth soft leather sliding restlessly between Vincent�s bare legs. His broad right hand reached down to cup Vincent�s ass, holding them pressed crotch to crotch, the fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

Vincent�s cheeks heated. Sephiroth was rock hard behind his leather pants. Vincent was rather painfully rigid himself, but utterly naked. It was embarrassing to be so exposed, and yet shamefully exhilarating to know exactly how much he was wanted.

Sephiroth�s mouth opened on Vincent�s throat, the long teeth raked deliciously.

Vincent groaned under the waves of erotic heat that spilled through him. It felt so good. It felt too good. His entire body was trembling, coiled tight and throbbing with impatience for the heat and fire Sephiroth knew very well how to deliver. Damn it�

Vincent felt the strangest urge to laugh and weep at the same time. Sephiroth had succeeded in his goal to make him unable to resist the demonic angel�s touch. He�d been thoroughly, if rather forcefully, seduced.

Vincent dug his heels into the edge of the mattress and arched upward, rocking hard against the long shaft hiding beneath the butter-soft leather. Damn it� Damn it� Damn it�!

Love was such a fucking bitch.

Sephiroth�s hand left Vincent�s butt. There was a click and a subtle spurt. He sighed and the heat of his breath scorched Vincent�s throat. Two wet fingers pressed against Vincent�s anus. �Open for me.�

Vincent�s cheeks filled with heat. He closed his eyes and pushed. The two wet fingers slid in, and around, moving deeper, and deeper, slathering the interior of his body with thick lube.

�Mmm� Hot in here.�

Vincent turned his face away and hissed. �Shut up!�

Sephiroth chuckled right under his ear. �Still embarrassed?� He turned his hand his fingers pressed upward.

A hot electric jolt of raw ecstasy blazed up Vincent's spine, causing him to arch. His cock jumped, releasing a small spat of cum. A was gasp forced from his throat.

Sephiroth pulled his fingers free.

Vincent dropped to the blankets shuddering with tension, completely shocked by how close he�d been to actually cumming.

Sephiroth chuckled and pushed up to his knees, kneeling between Vincent�s spread thighs. �Looks like you need it as bad as I do.� He grinned and wiped at the small splot of wetness marking his black shirt.

Vincent glared at him and clenched his teeth.

Sephiroth raised his brows. �No comment?� He reached down into his open leather pants and freed his cock. The long thick shaft arched upward in a smooth ivory curve. The fiercely blushing crown held a clear bead of fluid.

Vincent couldn�t look away. He swallowed.

Sephiroth�s smile tightened and his gaze narrowed. He leaned down, setting his left forearm on the bed by Vincent�s head, his lips only breath away. He whispered. �Kiss me.�

Eyes open, Vincent leaned up and pressed his open mouth to Sephiroth�s. He extended his tongue, reached in, and slowly stroked the hot wet velvet of the other man�s tongue.

Sephiroth matched each gentle stroke. His eyes closed and he moaned into Vincent�s mouth.

Vincent�s eyes drifted closed, focusing completely on the surprisingly gentle exchange of tongue against tongue. He heard the slapping of a hand swiftly stroking wet flesh, then felt pressure against his anus. Startled, his breath hitched and his eyes opened wide. He pushed in sheer reflex.

Sephiroth lifted his head breaking the kiss and lunged forward, entering Vincent and sheathing himself to the balls in with one swift hard thrust.

Vincent gasped with the sudden ache of heated fullness. He closed his eyes and groaned.

The dark angel grabbed Vincent under the thighs, pushing his knees forward and up high. He leaned back and rose up on his knees, lifting Vincent�s ass right up off the bed.

Vincent arched up onto his shoulders and grabbed for the sheets under him. �What the fuck�?�

Sephiroth�s eyes dilated wide and his smile slipped. �You look�incredible. I can see just about every muscle on your body.� He licked his lips and whispered. �My body�� He rolled his hips, grinding deep.

The hard shaft within Vincent rubbed against that hot delicious spot inside him. A brutal wave of ecstasy spilled up his shaft and dripped onto his chest. He threw his head back, his mouth open wide and gasped out a cry.

Sephiroth groaned and bared his teeth. He pulled back and thrust hard. �Mine��

Vincent rocked with the blow, a wave of intense pleasure slamming him all the way up to the base of his skull. He arched upward, his toes curling, and his fingers knotting in the sheets. His gasping cry was very nearly a shout.

The dark angel pulled back and thrust again, with greater strength. �Mine�� Then again, and again� His thrusts increased in speed and power. �You�belong�to�me!�

Vincent writhed among the sheets, awash in wave after wave of brutal intensity, his cries rising in pitch and increasing in volume. His fingers tore the sheets. Climax rose viciously fast. On the very edge of release, his body tensed, arching like a tightly strung bow. His breath stopped. Eyes wide he stared up at the man taking him.

Sephiroth�s green eyes were dilated so wide his gaze was near solid black. Golden foxfire burned in their hearts. He bared his long teeth and a growl rumbled. �My�� He thrust and held. His eyes closed to narrow slits, he gasped. �Vincent�!�

Vincent�s release exploded through him, searing him to the soul. He threw his head back and shuddered violently. There wasn�t enough breath in his lungs to scream. Only a whisper escaped. �Seph�eh�roth��

***

Facing the covered windows, his back to the bed, Vincent set his mantle over his shoulders and tugged the tattered cape over his tightly folded wings.

Behind him on the far side of the room by to the door, leather rustled along with feathers, not quite drowning out the sound of soft smug chuckles.

His cheeks white hot, Vincent loosed a low growl and pulled his tri-barreled Cerberus pistol from the holster strapped to his right thigh. He opened the barrel with a loud click, turned to the side and blatantly checked his loaded rounds.

The chuckles continued, in fact they began to sound like distinctly like snickers.

Vincent glanced past his shoulder, shooting a narrow glare at the silver-haired man buckling into his leather coat. �Enough already!� He snapped the gun closed, gave it a quick twirl, checking its balance and heft, then slammed it back into the holster. �So, I said your name.� He threw up his gloved hands and turned to face the door. �Big deal!� He curled his lip. �You said mine too.�

Running a hand along the long silver tail he had retied, Sephiroth turned, his smile wide with teeth. �Ah, but I have been saying your name all along.� He pointed a long finger at Vincent. �You rarely my name at all!�

Vincent blinked. �That�s not�� His throat closed on the word �true�, preventing him from saying it, preventing him from�lying? His eyes opened wide. Was Sephiroth right? He scowled. �It�s not like I�ve never said it.� He could recall saying it on two separate occasions. He was pretty sure there was even a third.

Sephiroth�s gaze narrowed and his smile became a lip curl that showed the full length of his teeth. �But this time you said it while cumming with my dick up your ass.�

Vincent felt a sudden twinge in his sore butt. It took effort not to reflexively reach down and tug at the seat of his pants. The big brute hadn�t even tried to hold back his strength. He turned away sharply. �So?� He folded his arms, setting his armored hand over his human one, and lifted his chin. �Can we go now?�

Sephiroth laughed and jerked on his coat lapels, settling his coat. �You�re so cute when you�re flustered.�

Vincent growled. He marched around the bed brushing by Sephiroth to grab the doorknob. If the big brute wanted to stay in that room and gloat he could do it by himself. He yanked the door open and glared directly in Sephiroth�s green eyes. �I am not cute.� He stepped out into the hall and stalked away.

Sephiroth followed at Vincent�s heels. �You are indeed cute.�

Vincent rolled his eyes and lengthened his strides heading for the stairwell he could see at the hall�s end.

Sephiroth followed right behind him. �And utterly adorable, not to mention sweet, tender, delicious��

Vincent fairly flew down the stairs. He stopped at the landing just above the third floor and scowled, nearly as pissed at himself as he was at the blond behemoth right behind him. Stupid, stupid, stupid� He was letting his temper get the better of him and rushing into enemy territory.

Sephiroth leaned over his shoulder and whispered directly into Vincent�s ear. �And you�re mine.�

Bastard! A white hot flare burned up the back of Vincent�s skull. He clenched his hands into fists, his gold titanium claws releasing a slight ting. He just doesn�t know when to quit! He crossed his arms over his heart and called on the more subtle version of his beast. Scarlet lightning erupted from him and consumed him, dissolving his form until he became little more than a barely perceptible wraith. His body light and invisible to the human eye, he spread his wings and launched toward the deep shadows of high rafters trailing the semi-transparent crimson tatters of his cloak. Let�s see the smug son of a bitch keep up with me now!

Clinging to the decorative floral plasterwork on the broad ceiling, Vincent looked back.

Back on the landing, Sephiroth chuckled. �Running away, are we?� He threw out his arms and shimmered into gently luminescent semi-transparency. �Did we lose our temper?� He spread his wings and rose into the air majestically. His long silver tail and the long skirts of coat lifted on an invisible wind. �How adorably childish.� He sailed after Vincent. His wings swept downward passing through the banister and nearby walls, a ghost in truth.

Crap! Vincent flitted across the ceiling, pushing off of walls, pillars, and random overturned furniture. His third eye wide open for infrared laser beam alarm trips, he sailed through the archway to the main hallway, ricocheted off a random pillar and aimed for the landing of the grand staircase.

He landed briefly on the edge of the broad banister and scowled. The entire staircase was spider-webbed with laser trips all the way down. He dove off the side, swirled down to second floor, and kept going. The main archive was in first immediate subbasement.

Unfortunately Sephiroth knew that too.

Vincent slid between the laser beams criss-crossing the door to the tiny and dark store room. The boxes and broken bits all held a thick coating of dust, and the small window was almost black with grime. However, the floor had a nearly clean path that leading straight to the hidden door.

Somebody was obviously going in and out of the archive � or the labs.

Vincent shuddered slightly, then swirled down to the floor unlock the secret door. He passed through to the narrow hidden stairwell. It was solid darkness, not one trace of light, not that that mattered to his night-seeing gaze.

He flitted downward along the steeply vaulted ceiling, then eased past the laser trips to enter the long hall. Still no lights. Keeping to the dusty ceiling, he moved with haste past the room with�his crypt.

The door to the main archive, the one with the less sensitive information, was wide open and light poured from the open doorway.

Vincent frowned. The main archive was lit? Sliding along the ceiling, he eased close, his third eye wide open. He didn�t see any lasers in the door way, but he couldn�t help thinking it was a trap.

He peeked through the doorway.

A thousand and one bookshelves marched in haphazard rows mixed randomly with stack after stack of back to back filing cabinets � and each one held a small mounted light fixture that was lit. The walls were deeply shadowed, as was the ceiling, but shelves and filing cabinets all sat in their own pools of light. The broad center aisle held a double row of long tables lined with chairs, all thickly coated with dust. However, each and every desk light was on.

Vincent went through the doorway and swirled straight up to the domed brick ceiling to get a better look. The gigantic room appeared to be empty of life and there seemed to be no laser trips at all.

His gaze was drawn to the plain and unassuming wooden door on the far side of the room at the end of the center aisle. He hoped the ShinRa family registry wasn�t in the other archive, the one on the floor below this one. He really, really didn�t want to have to pass through the lab right beyond that door. He shuddered briefly. He had no interest in seeing the room he�d been made in.

Vincent dragged his gaze away from the far door and studied the almost brightly lit room from the ceiling. He was missing something. He had to be. It had been far too easy to get in here.

A glow appeared on the far wall.

Vincent eased back into the dome�s deepest shadows.

Sephiroth emerged from the wall with his wings spread wide, though only the left wing held luminescence. The right was nothing more than a deep shadow. He floated across the room, his wings flapping only occasionally, his gentle radiance lighting the bookshelves below him.

Vincent snorted. Subtlety is so not your name.

Sephiroth descended gracefully to the floor of the main aisle, folded his wings, then looked straight up at Vincent. �Having fun up there among the cobwebs?�

Vincent sighed. Secrecy isn�t your name either. He swirled down to the top of bookcase nearest Sephiroth, then down to the floor. With a small display of discrete scarlet lightning, he reformed into his human form. �I was looking for traps.�

Sephiroth waved his hand casually and started gliding down the main aisle, his hair and coat wafting behind him. �I disengaged those two weeks ago.�

Vincent stalked after him, frowning. �You did?�

Sephiroth nodded. �It wasn�t difficult. This is where I spent my early childhood.� He smiled briefly. �This house holds no secrets for me.�

Vincent glanced down. Although Sephiroth�s feet moved as though he were walking, he was floating a good two inches off the floor. Apparently he was taking his ghost act quite seriously. �I couldn�t imagine growing up here.�

Sephiroth shrugged. �It wasn�t all that horrible. This place holds quite a number of places for a small child to hide, you know.� He flashed Vincent a tight smile. �Which is why Hojo removed me from here.� He pursed his lips. �Of course that could have been because I activated the self-destruct in the main lab.�

Vincent blinked. Was he referring to the explosion after he�d escaped from his tank? He blew out a small breath. Not that escaping the tank had been all that big a deal. He�d been recaptured almost immediately.

Sephiroth waved a hand. �Anyway� �Where do you think the registry might be?�

Vincent looked at the tall bookcases they were passing. �I would think they would have kept it easily accessible, since it would be needed every time there was a birth, a marriage, or a death.�

The luminescent angel nodded. �Logical. �He flashed a tight smile. �However the ShinRas don�t seem to follow ordinary human logic as a rule.�

Vincent rolled his eyes. �I�d say that was a severe understatement.�

"It was intended as one." Sephiroth snorted. �I�m assuming that this book must be quite large?�

Vincent shrugged. �Most family registers are.�

Sephiroth waved a hand toward a narrow unmarked aisle. �I believe I remember several over-sized books in this aisle.�

Vincent followed him into the narrow aisle. Something that had been nagging him finally came to the surface. �How did you know I was here, in Nibelheim?�

Sephiroth stopped and peered at a shelf. �You carry a part of me in your body.�

Vincent froze. There was only one thing that Sephiroth left in his body. Vincent�s cheeks filled with heat. �You�re not referring to your, um�?� He couldn't say it.

Sephiroth turned and smiled. �If you mean my semen, yes I am.�

Vincent turned away and rolled his eyes. He stomped his armored foot for good measure. �That�s�� He turned back, well aware that he was wincing. �That�s disgusting!�

Sephiroth lifted one silver brow. �Oh?� His voice was very dry. �You didn�t seem to mind me putting it there.�

Vincent raised his armored left hand, turned around, and stalked down an aisle. �I don�t want to discuss this any further.�

Sephiroth stalked after him. �I can always add more?�

Vincent stopped cold, but didn�t turn back. �Do you enjoy embarrassing me?�

Sephiroth chuckled. �Yes, actually I do.�

Vincent groaned and stalked on. �I thought so.�

�My apologies but you are such a target-rich environment.�

Vincent growled and spoke through his clenched teeth. �Payback is a bitch you know.�

Sephiroth�s chuckles turned into outright laughter.

***

They searched dusty bookshelf after dusty bookshelf, investigating aisle after aisle.

Vincent stepped into an aisle two down from the one Sephiroth was looking through, and groaned. Very softly he whispered. �Please Gaia, don�t let the registry be in the downstairs archive.� There was hope yet. The main archive was freakishly huge and they had only investigated a very small portion. Clearly it was going to take weeks to go through it all.

Footfalls echoed in the main aisle.

Vincent froze suddenly realizing what he�d missed all along. He hadn�t seen a single guard. Crap! He called on his beast and dissolved into his wraith form with near-painful speed. He swirled up the monstrous bookcase before him, then eased along the narrow top toward the main aisle. Lying flat, he peeked into the well lit aisle.

A tall, broad-shouldered man strode past the long tables marching down the center aisle followed by two semi-armored and helmeted guards. One of the guards held an ordinary submachine gun along with the saber at his hip. The other guard looked like he was carrying a short-hose flame-thrower, but the tank on his back was clear glass, and it appeared to be empty

It was the tall man in the lead that held all of Vincent�s attention. He wore a double breasted blue suit that had been subtly tailored to disguise the rather large pistol he had concealed against his left side. His hair was black as pitch and drawn back into a tail that draped just past his shoulders. High-tech sunglasses, designed to see both infrared and night-vision, covered his eyes, but there was no disguising the man�s chiseled Wutaian features.

Crap, a damned ShinRa Turk! Vincent risked a quick look at the aisle Sephiroth was in. His blood ran cold. Sephiroth was fully visible. In fact, the arrogant idiot had pulled out a rather large book and was perusing it.

The man and the two guards strode by the aisle and spotted Sephiroth. All three stopped short and stared.

Quite plainly floating two inches off the floor, Sephiroth ignored them.

The man in the suit folded his hands behind him, and cleared his throat. �If I might have a moment of your time sir?�

The two guards behind him were shaking so badly they practically rattled.

Sephiroth turned and frowned. �Ah, Tseng.� He turned back to his book and waved his hand in dismissal. �I�m a bit busy at the moment.�

Tseng lifted his chin. �I�m afraid I must insist.�

Sephiroth pressed a finger down the page of the book. �Insist as you please.�

Tseng reached into his coat and pulled out a large caliber automatic pistol. He took careful aim at Sephiroth's head.

Sephiroth casually turned a page.

Vincent�s stomach clenched. He reminded himself quite firmly that he had seen Sephiroth pass harmlessly through a wall, and more than one bookcase, only a little while ago.

Tseng pulled the trigger. The gun�s retort was painfully loud. The smell of gunpowder was rank. A small piece of the far wall exploded.

Sephiroth didn�t even look up from his book. �Satisfied, Tseng?�

Tseng tucked his over-sized pistol back into his coat. �Thank you, sir.� He stepped to side side.

The man with the empty flamethrower stepped forward and pointed the nozzle at Sephiroth.

Vincent didn�t like the look of that one bit.

The second guard lifted his hand and held it over the empty tank. Something went incandescent right at the top of the tank.

Vincent felt the ripple of magic in the air. Alarm raced through him. That other guard was clearly activating materia!

Sephiroth looked up. His eyes widened. He vanished. The large book slapped the floor of the aisle loudly.

The second guard stepped back from the first and looked over at Tseng. �Done sir.�

Tseng nodded. �Thank you for your assistance.� He strode back into the main aisle with the two guards at his heels. They marched for the archive�s main doorway.

Vincent stared after them. Inside the once empty tank was a swirl of green and silver mist. Blood and hell�!

~ * ~
- 11
- 12
- 13
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Diabolic