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Two To Be Human
By : Divine
Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male
Views: 1162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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
- FINAL FANTASY VII FANFICTION
Two To Be Human II
Chapter 2 : Friends
By Evinid
*Characters in this story are properties of Square Enix*
~*~
Under the warm sun, the grass in Nibelheim looked greener than it ever was, especially that late morning. It was a peaceful day, the kind that is best enjoyed outside while the gentle wind caresses your skin. However, looking at how the young man always had to push his long bangs out of his face, it was more the kind that tousles the hair. He didn’t mind it a bit though, his face stayed serene and unaffected as he walked around the small garden around the mansion, his arm stretched slightly to brush the tips of his fingers over the soft petals of wild flower growing in the garden. His clothes were clearly not his, the only thing that snuggled comfortably on him were a pair of black, leather, ankle-length boots. Of course, the comfort of the feet was very important and couldn’t be denied. His pants were also black, though not leather; they were made of thick cotton, comfortable and warm. They barely hung on his waist and could easily slip if he didn’t remember to pull them up once in a while. He wore a dark red, long sleeved shirt; a little unusual for him, but his pale complexion allowed any colour to suit him. It was a little too small for him though, as the bottom of the shirt barely reached his waistband and occasionally showed the skin underneath with every move he made. He also needed to fold the sleeves up to his elbows because they looked ridiculous just hanging above his wrists.
The wind blew again, a little stronger this time, and caused the long silver tresses to obscure his vision. His long lashes lowered automatically to protect his clear jade orbs before he turned his head to face the wind, a small smile played on his lips as he pried thread by thread of silver off his face. Sephiroth felt content just to be there, free to feel the wind in his face and enjoy a peaceful life without having to worry about fighting. He wanted nothing more but to indulge in this new life he was having.
The life he was sharing.
“Do you plan to stay there forever or will you come here?” he asked with smooth, clear voice, tilting his head towards his left. A soft chuckle resonated from a young man who was standing at the door, safe from the billowing wind. He wore a pair of grey jeans and a loose brown sweater, going for casual instead of his usual black suit. He even wore a pair of brown sneakers. The black leather glove on his right hand and the red dressing around his head were also gone, leaving his long, unruly bangs to dangle over his pale forehead. The contrast between his fair skin and dark hair were stunningly gorgeous, as were his shining, ruby eyes. He kept his claw on though, his nails were too sharp and too dangerous to be left uncovered.
The ebony-haired man countered his question with a rare smile, “I’d rather stay and watch, thank you.”
The other man pouted, slightly disappointed before an amused grin replaced it, “Oh, I’m sure you would.” He lifted his arms and the shirt rode up his toned abdomen. “I’m starting to think you gave me this shirt with a purpose, Vincent,” he shot accusingly, smoothing the shirt back down.
“You have no proof,” Vincent countered smartly, as his crimson eyes raked over the tall form in inspection although they had already memorized everything about the man, from the top of his silver head to the tips of his pale toes. “Besides, I don’t see anything wrong about it on you, Sephiroth. Red looks good on you.”
Sephiroth chuckled lightly, pushing offending pale strands out of his face as his icy jade eyes gleamed softly. “You know I wasn’t talking about the colour, Vincent.” He turned and walked towards the nearest rose bush, fingering the velvety, blood red flowers before carefully plucking one. “Nevertheless, red compliments you better,” he murmured, holding the delicate bloom in front of his face while avoiding its thorns as he turned to look at the gunman.
In Vincent’s eyes, the silver-haired swordsman looked like a pale angel from the heavens, descended into this mortal world to play in the forbidden garden. The blood-like colour of the flower in Sephiroth’s hand complimented his pale complexion greatly and the dark rose bush behind him was a complete contrast to the platinum strands framing his tall form. The man was undeniably a heavenly sight not to be missed. Vincent considered himself to be most fortunate to wake up every morning next to a warm, gorgeous being, to live each day with beautiful memories and to indulge every moment that passed in the ethereal beauty. Yes, life certainly was beautiful.
“Vincent?”
His train of thoughts derailed and he was back to the real world, which wasn’t bad at all. The ebony-haired man blinked and it didn’t take him long to realize that Sephiroth was already standing in front of him, those catlike eyes boring intensely into his own. Peach lips curled into a smile, the amusement eventually reached the shining orbs. “Write it down, Romeo. You need an outlet for those thoughts in your head,” Sephiroth teased, tapping the flower gently on the former Turk’s nose. Vincent scrunched his nose slightly at the contact before his claw reached behind him, pulling an item cased in black leather. Sephiroth looked at the item the man held in front of his face before he burst out laughing, the rich, deep sound of his laughter filled the empty town as if life itself shone along the sun.
Sephiroth never remembered he ever laughed so genuinely and so carefree all his life until now. He let his breath flow through his lips along the smooth, silky quality of his voice as he let his happiness be heard by the world. Yes, he was in paradise, with Vincent by his side. The older man meant so much more now than just a companion to dismiss the loneliness. Vincent was a part of him, in his breath, his life, his soul.
“You actually did!?” the silver-haired man asked in disbelief after wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. He had only joked about it. His stomach hurt a little when he struggled to hold his laughter in order to hear Vincent’s reply.
The older man smiled sheepishly, “Lover’s orders.”
Sephiroth laughed again, Vincent could be helplessly romantic sometimes. Not that he minded though. “So when did you start writing?”
“A week ago, as soon as you suggested it. I figured ‘why not?’.” He tucked the small book back into his back pocket, “And you shouldn’t have interrupted me. I just had something to write about.” Sephiroth’s lips quivered as he struggled not to laugh again, holding his sides as he shook his head, causing platinum strands to sway around his lowered head.
“Well, maybe I should make it up to you…since I had carelessly ‘interrupted’ your internal monologue…” Vincent saw the taller man drew closer, loving the way those jade orbs twinkled up-close. He could easily read the passion written within them as the other man could detect in his. A pale hand reached up for his face and cupped his cheek tenderly as the awaited lips pressed on his already parted ones. A tongue slowly darted out to meet his, brushing timidly as an invitation to their game. Vincent moaned blissfully, closing his eyes and returning the kiss with his whole heart. He loved the way Sephiroth kissed; tender, passionate and sensual all in one, indulging in the game of love. The silver-haired man never rushed in anything he did, as they both knew they had all eternity to enjoy each other. A strong arm snaked around his waist, drawing him closer to a hard chest, and Vincent automatically wrapped his arms around Sephiroth’s solid form. Despite the younger man’s delicate features, his strength was undeniable and his body was concrete proof, glowing with beauty and power at the same time. Vincent’s ungloved hand allowed him to feel better, without the constriction of the thick leather on his palm, as he slid it down the platinum stream behind the younger man’s body, admiring the soft silky strands before he rested his hand on the tight, round flesh below the lean waist.
Sephiroth moaned into their kiss, pulling away slightly to suck on Vincent’s lower lip as he breathed huskily, “Still can’t get your hands off me?” He felt the gunman’s hand gripped the tight flesh, groped and squeezed the firm shape to tease him.
Vincent licked his lips to collect the addicting taste of the younger man, pecking the side of the other man’s mouth before answering, “Two weeks is hardly satisfying, if that’s what you mean.” He remembered all the nights they spent exploring each other, every night unveiling bits and bits of one another’s secrets, discovering emotions that they didn’t know they had and experimenting with pleasures they never knew they could experience. It was a thrilling and adventurous feel while the lack of risk didn’t once lessen their excitement. Every secret unveiled was an award as well as more knowledge to strengthen their bond.
The former general purred sultrily, the sexy sound almost made Vincent’s knees buckle. Sephiroth pretended to brush his lips against the other man’s, “Insatiable, aren’t we?”
Making a soft sound like a hungry growl, Vincent claimed Sephiroth’s lips eagerly and slapped the former general’s firm ass with his roaming hand. The ebony-haired man had always been a rowdy lover; he loved to show his urgency in his feelings towards the former general, as if he was saying he couldn’t live another second without touching or tasting the younger man. It made Sephiroth feel needed, loved, and treasured. The silver-haired man grunted and tightened his hold around the older man before ripping his lips from Vincent’s mouth, trailing his soft lips to the man’s sharp jaw. Vincent panted softly as he bared his neck for Sephiroth’s butterfly kisses, feeling a cool hand snake under his sweater and push the thick fabric up his chest. The temperature was supposed to be freezing but he was melting from the swordsman’s hot kisses, he needed his lover so badly he could already taste it. Yes, even during the day they made love, almost as often as in the dark curtains of the night. A slick tongue lapped on his left earlobe and the hand under his shirt found his right nipple, moving in slow sensuous strokes that nearly made the ebony-haired man have a sticky mess in his pants. Vincent kissed the younger man’s temple and Sephiroth lifted his face to kiss the gunman’s cheek, nuzzling his face to the older man’s ear.
“I smell something burning.”
(Desire? Yes!) It took several seconds for Vincent to suppress his hormones in order to think correctly. His eyes widened when he realized the answer.
“The soup!!!”
~*~
“We were supposed to have soup for lunch?”
Vincent sighed and nodded, letting the tap water pour into the burnt soup. The pot was completely black. “Lucky I hadn’t added the chicken yet,” he waved towards a plate of cleaned chicken near the sink before looking at the black chunks floating in the sink, ”...though the loss of the potatoes is regrettable …”
He spun abruptly at the sound of a soft chuckle. “Vincent, you’re acting as if the potatoes went to war and got charred. Well, literally they did, but I’m sure they didn’t feel anything when it happened.” Sephiroth smiled softly, leaning against the counter as he scanned the kitchen. Vincent never allowed him inside, saying he didn’t have to help him with the cooking. It was averagely decorated, he could see a few cooking utensils hanging from the rack, a few bottles and tins filled with herbs and spices as well as tea and coffee powder. A breakfast counter was in the middle of the room, complete with five high, wooden stools arranged behind it. A dining table with twelve chairs sat far in a large room connected to the kitchen, which he guessed was the dining room.
“Let me cook lunch.”
Vincent stared at Sephiroth as if the swordsman had grown another leg. Bless the heavens, he already had one! Maybe another extra leg then. These thoughts lingered as the swordsman narrowed his eyes, amused at seeing Vincent’s mouth hanging open with his eyes unblinking.
“Oh, come on. I won’t burn the kitchen. I know how to cook.”
“You can cook?” Sephiroth swore the gunman’s ears perked up like a cat’s at the exclusive info.
“Yes, once upon a time I lived in camps and alone in my own quarters, it’s a survival skill,” the silver-haired man explained, trying to sound annoyed. It wasn’t common knowledge amongst people that The Great Sephiroth cooked anyway, so he couldn’t really blame Vincent for being surprised. His catlike eyes caught sight of a black ribbon on the kitchen counter so he snatched it, expertly gathering his long, silver tresses and tying them in a loose ponytail behind his neck. He didn’t want his hair to be in their meal, nor did he want their meal to be on it. Sephiroth always placed a special care on his hair, especially since Vincent loved it and usually offered to wash it. He walked towards the cabinets and opened them, finding himself a large, clean pan. He placed it on the stove before hunting for a knife. “Do you have garlic and onions?” he tossed over his shoulder while rummaging through each cabinet.
Vincent pointed towards a cabinet dumbly, watching as the former general squatted to open the mentioned cabinet. “You’re cooking?” He was still in shock, and seeing Sephiroth looked up at him with onions and garlics in one hand and a knife in the other didn’t help matters.
“Yes, I am. I’m going to make something you might like. You go sit somewhere while I cook.”
“If you don’t mind, I want to stay here.”
Sephiroth shrugged, “Not at all. I need you to point out where you keep the ingredients anyway.”
Vincent glanced once at the said seat before throwing his gaze back on his lover. The taller man was busy chopping the onions and damn was he a pro with blades! The ebony-haired man could only gape like a goldfish, watching Sephiroth dice the vegetables into millions of pieces. He gathered the mashed vegetables into a large, glass bowl and threw in some salt and pepper.
“Do you have some parsley or rosemary?”
Vincent jerked his head, seeing the swordsman regarding him curiously, “Oh, umm…I think there’re some left in the fridge. I’ll go get them.”
Sephiroth nodded gratefully, “I need cooking oil, honey, vinegar and some potatoes too. Where do you keep them?” Vincent returned and handed the younger man what he wanted, remembering where he last placed the enquired items. “I think I put the honey and vinegar in that cabinet….”
Sephiroth opened the said cabinet to retrieve the bottles of honey and vinegar.
“There’re some potatoes left next to the chicken; you can use them…and the cooking oil’s on top of the cabinet. I finished the old one this morning. There.” He pointed towards a bottle with transparent, yellowish content above their heads. Sephiroth looked into the direction the older man pointed, a slight frown creasing his face.
“Why place it so high on top? I don’t know if I can reach it.”
“I can, so you can too. You’re an inch taller than me.” Vincent paused, a sly smile formed on his lips when he suddenly had a dirty thought, and leaning over, he whispered, “…an inch longer too.”
Sephiroth turned to look at the older man, his eyes wide like saucers. Heat crawled up his cheeks when the gunman burst out laughing at his shocked face. Since he and Vincent declared their love for each other, he never bothered about hiding his feelings. Besides, it felt like cowardice now. Yet he remembered the advantage of it; although it was nice not having to pretend behind a mask of indifference, sometimes it could save you from embarrassment. (Damn emotions.) “Vincent!!”
The ebony-haired gunman chuckled, clearing his throat before he looked up to look at the younger man’s unimpressed face. “You know…I wonder that sometimes too.”
Sephiroth sneered, “Can’t stop thinking dirty, can you? Pervert.” Vincent only answered his accusation with a grin and leaned closer until their noses almost touched.
“What do you say? We measure it out?” Vincent could a certain body part twitching but continued to grin as if he didn’t need it so badly.
The former general laughed and pushed the older man playfully in the shoulder. “Down, Vincent. I’m trying to cook lunch here.” He reached up to get the oil bottle and Vincent watched as his shirt rode up again, this time exposing most of his taut stomach. The loose pants didn’t help either, as they hung dangerously low on the swordsman’s pale hips, almost as if they were taunting him. The ebony-haired man felt saliva form in his mouth as it was nearly impossible to ignore the stirring in his pants anymore. He needed Sephiroth to quench this thirst as soon as possible. (Damn, I’m acting like a rabid schoolgirl with raging hormones towards her perfect crush.) Vincent rolled his eyes in exasperation at the comparison, he didn’t want to ponder seriously about the subject. He had better things to do.
Sephiroth visibly jolted, he silently thanked the fact that his fingers barely reached the bottle when he felt a warm palm being pressed against his flat stomach or he would surely have had the bottle landing on his head. Rough, battle-worn fingers tickled the taut skin of his stomach in a lazy, seducing stroke. He groaned loudly in slight annoyance; although he loved the affectionate display once in a while when he least expected it, he had a job to do.
“Vincent…”
The gunman didn’t heed his warning, “You said ‘down’,” Vincent quipped almost innocently before his tone changed drastically into seductive, “…so I am going down.” He pushed the shirt up and laid gentle kisses all over the milky skin as more and more of it was exposed to his fervent lips. Sephiroth sighed, not knowing which to feel; aggravation or excitement, as he decided to grip the edge of the cabinet while Vincent slid between him and the cabinet, using his newly acquired position to attack a pink nipple. His tongue darted to lick on the sensitive nub thoroughly, occasionally rolling it between his teeth. The former general moaned softly, kissing the top of the raven nest, trying to remind himself of the task at hand, ‘Vincent, I need to prepare lunch.”
“Forget lunch, I’m hungry for something else,” retorted the former Turk almost too quickly, dipping his head to graze and lick on the smooth skin.
Sephiroth groaned, “Vincent,” he cupped the man’s cheeks in his palms to look into the crimson orbs, seeing the desire and lust swirling in them, “You can molest me later. After I cook lunch.” He allowed a sly smirk to touch his lips, “Furthermore, it’s not good to play on an empty stomach.”
Vincent didn’t give up, pressing himself against Sephiroth’s hard body suggestively, “I know a way to fill it.” He kissed the swordsman’s neck and jaw, sucking on the bobbing Adam’s apple when Sephiroth chuckled.
“Vincent, you do need to know when to stop. Let me cook now and I promise you can do anything you want later.” Vincent looked up at the intense jade orbs contemplatively, seeing the soft smile curling on the peach lips.
“Shit, you just turned me on.”
Sephiroth burst out laughing from the way the older man said it. The gunman didn’t really swear much but lately he did it often, and Sephiroth admitted it was amusing. The plain face Vincent wore when he said those words was what really tickled him, though. The silver-haired man felt his lover’s warm lips return to his nipple before he pushed the other man away slightly, trying to coax the gunman with the promise. “Lunch first, sex later,” he coughed, playfully whacking the ebony head with a kitchen towel.
“Mmmm…you said the word…now I’m unstoppable.”
Sephiroth laughed again, his body quaking in mirth as he unsuccessfully pried the other man’s smothering lips from his chest again, “Heaven’s above, Vincent! You’re so rabid.” He could barely control himself either with all the sensations that were roused by his lover’s fervent lips. “Not to mention, I’m starting to think that I have breasts.”
“They’re better than breasts,” Vincent replied, his lips turned to the other nipple hungrily.
“Don’t make me wear an apron,” Sephiroth threatened, now earning a hearty laughter from the older man.
“Now THAT would be kinky. Are you going to if I keep this up?” the gunman purred teasingly, licking on the now hard nipple as he looked up into Sephiroth’s catlike, jade eyes.
Sephiroth wavered between smiling and cringing at the idea, “Hell forbid, I’ll avoid it as long as I have other options to go with.”
“’Other options’?” Vincent whispered sultrily, nipping on an earlobe in an attempt to encourage the younger man to abandon his task, “What ‘other options’?”
(Oh, what the hell…I better give him what he wants if I want anything to be done around here…) “This?” Sephiroth said, sliding his hand downwards from the older man’s shoulder, his fingers lingering above the gunman’s waistline for a while just to goad him. Vincent groaned his aggravation, his lips returned to suck harder on the pink flesh as petty revenge. Sephiroth moaned softly, willing his body to arch into the hot mouth. He slowly guided his hand downwards, brushing against the obvious bulge in front of Vincent’s pants. The ebony-haired gunman tore his lips from his lover’s chest with a wet sucking sound, moaning shakily when Sephiroth rubbed him lightly. The silver-haired man sure knew how to work his wonderful hands; pushing the right buttons to stimulate the gunman into rock hard. Vincent grasped the swordsman’s shoulder as support as he ground against the groping hand, wanting more of the rousing contact, more of the delicious friction Sephiroth was willing to give.
“Sephiroth…I need…” Vincent moaned loudly when Sephiroth increased the pressure of his hand. He threw his weight over the taller man, his lips covering the silver-haired man’s desperately. Sephiroth returned the kiss with equal passion, wrapping a hand around the older man’s waist to crush their bodies together, his fondling hand was squeezed between them. The former general knew Vincent was trying to tell him about his urgent need when the older man rubbed his body up and down his own, the obvious pressure in the gunman’s pants was pressing against his crotch. However, Sephiroth didn’t want to have an arousal when he had work to do so he decided to work on Vincent only and save his enjoyment for later. Skilfully, he dragged them both towards the counter, trying his best to deposit the older man on one of the wooden stools.
Once he did, Sephiroth grabbed the gunman’s wrists and spread them on the counter, signalling for the older man to grip on it. They parted from their lip lock for the much-needed air, gasping loudly against each other’s face. Vincent gripped on the counter as he was instructed to when he felt the hands slide down his body, returning to stroke his hard thighs and he closed his eyes, eagerly loving the way they brushed against his twitching desire. He tightened his grip on the wooden counter when Sephiroth parted his legs, a cool hand moved to roam under his shirt, pushing the material up to expose his torso. Soft, warm lips attacked his bared skin and Vincent couldn’t help but let out a string of low moans at the blissful torture. His pants were growing too tight by now, suffocating him. His mind was too occupied; he could only think of how to release the tension swelling within his lower belly. Vincent heard the sound of his button being undone, then the zipper being pulled down and he bit his lower lip in anticipation.
“Aaahh…Sephiroth!”
Vincent clawed at the counter while his body jerked forward, shoving himself towards the silver head that was currently nestled between his legs. Sephiroth worked his mouth on the thick erection slowly, wanting to give the older man the most pleasurable moment he could possibly experience. He caressed the hard flesh with his tongue and teeth, sucking slowly as his lashes lowered in concentration. He had too much practice in this ritual, knowing more than necessary just how to pleasure his lover as best as possible. He sunk forward until the tip of his nose touched the base of the former Turk’s erection while he could feel it poking down his throat. Vincent moaned loudly, his body writhing with pleasure as he whispered Sephiroth’s name over and over in between his harsh pant. The silver-haired man pulled away slowly until he only had the head of the penis in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it before swallowing the thick shaft down to the hilt again, earning another desperate wail from his lover. The former general loved hearing the sounds coming from Vincent’s throat, loved it more that he was the only one who could wrung it from the man. Sephiroth rested both hands on the damp hips, making sure the gunman didn’t move to follow him when he repeated the motion of sucking and pulling in Vincent’s rapture. The ebony-haired man wailed in pleasure, his body twitched with barely bearable heat. The wet, smacking sounds that Sephiroth’s mouth emitted made him impossibly harder. Sweat glided down the sides of his face as he threw his head backwards, leaning hard against the counter. There would probably be a nasty bruise on his back later on but he could care less when Sephiroth gradually built up his pace.
“Sephiroth!!! Aah! Nnnnggh…!”
Sephiroth knew it was a warning. The way Vincent desperately called out for him said he couldn’t hold himself much longer. He had recognized it from their many sessions before. The gunman was still careful not to hurt him. (Too careful sometimes…maybe we could work on that later…) Sephiroth let his hands wander to grab the older man’s butt before he suddenly pulled Vincent to his face as if he was trying to devour the gunman. His tongue darted out of his lips to lick on the heavy testicles, delicately lathering it with his undivided affection. He felt long fingers dug into his thick mane as the older man bucked into his face and climaxed.
Vincent screamed passionately, reaching his peak of pleasure in the swordsman’s waiting mouth. His breath was ragged; his eyelids fluttering closed in ecstasy, his long, dark bangs falling waywardly on his damp forehead as the back of his head dropped onto the counter, exhausted. His arms were spread-eagle on the wooden counter; an appealing position should Sephiroth considered to take it. The ebony-haired man could vaguely make out the faint, wet slurping noises between his harsh gasps, feeling the swordsman release his member from the hot confinement of his mouth before tucking him back into his pants.
Zipping his lover’s pants back into place and smoothing the rumpled sweater down the heaving form, Sephiroth rose from his knees, smiling softly at the gasping Vincent. He leaned over to give the dazed man a wet kiss on the lips while at the same time, allowing the former Turk to taste himself. Vincent licked his lips when the former general pulled away, kissing gratefully at the fingers that stroked his damp cheeks. Sephiroth smiled softly and kissed his sweaty forehead in exchange.
“Now I’m off to cook.”
~*~
He lifted the glass of water to his lips, downing the cool liquid as he watched his lover eat. Their lunch was great, a change from Vincent’s usual food of soup and watery stew. Sephiroth of course didn’t mind the extra liquid, he was never picky on food anyway. He just figured that the gunman thought he was still not fully healed thus why he decided to cook. He needed to tell Vincent that he was already on top condition. (Yeah, healthy enough to consume solid food.) He rolled his eyes inwardly at his private musings, watching the ebony-haired man finishing his meal and reached for his glass of water.
“You need to teach me how you made all this, Sephiroth,” Vincent motioned towards their lunch, still amazed the swordsman managed to cook an exquisite meal with limited ingredients. The silver-haired man sitting across him smiled, poking a piece of fried chicken with his fork before waving it in front of the gunman’s face.
“I can cook for you if you like.”
Vincent opened his mouth to accept the food, chewing slowly, “I was thinking of cooking together.”
Sephiroth made a face of mocked horror, “No way, we both will starve! You won’t stop molesting me.”
Vincent laughed out loud until Sephiroth was worried he would choke. Taking a long swig from his glass, the gunman calmed down and leaned back into his seat, eyeing the younger man in front of him contemplatively. “You’re too desirable for your own good,” he smirked, remembering the promise earlier, “So, about that promise…”
The silver-haired swordsman grinned slyly, folding his arms across his chest. “It’s not valid anymore because you didn’t let me off that easily.”
Vincent tilted his head and pouted, trying to gain some sympathy. “But I did leave you alone to cook,” he reasoned.
“Uh huh, after I gave you what you wanted,” his lover retorted smartly.
“A blowjob,” he corrected, smiling smugly seeing the pink streaking across the silver-haired man’s nose. “A mind-blowing one too, excuse the unintended pun.” Sephiroth snorted, an embarrassed smile graced his handsome feature, “Of course it was unintended.” Vincent chuckled; the swordsman was still not used to using bold terms in regard to their relationship. Even the word ‘sex’ could make him blush into scarlet red. Of course, it was what made the swordsman looked adorably naïve when both of them knew he wasn’t.
“So…” Vincent slurred to gain the other man’s attention, “Are you up for some ‘measuring’?
Sephiroth burst out laughing, picking a piece of cheese bread from his plate and tossing it towards the older man. When it got stuck in the ebony hair, he laughed harder. “Stop saying those underlying, perverted things!”
Vincent grinned, plucking the bread from his hair and throwing it back towards the swordsman. Sephiroth dodged it with ease, his jade eyes twinkled deviously before he reached for another piece of bread and tossed it towards the gunman. Vincent barely avoided it, his crimson eyes shone with amusement, “Oh, so you want to fight, huh?”
“Only if you don’t mind losing,” the former general countered smugly, the pride he possessed as a great warrior lacing his voice with confidence.
A black brow arched sharply, “You mean I can’t win?”
Sephiroth smirked almost boyishly, leaning into his seat with obvious buoyancy in his posture, “Dream on.”
Vincent grinned mischievously, “This means war!” He tossed a chunk of potato and a few peas at the former general, who used the tablecloth as a shield and countered with a piece of smashed salad. Sephiroth then grabbed a bun from the table and tore pieces from the bread to throw at the older man, ducking occasionally to avoid the incoming assault. Vincent laughed, throwing a handful of peas and sweet corn towards the former general.
“And here I thought you’re good with your aim!” yelled Sephiroth from across the table, feeling a pea bounce off his forehead.
“You’re a lousy thrower yourself!” retorted Vincent, not yet ready to back out as a piece of bread landed on his nose. He moved to get more ‘ammunition’ from the table before a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. He looked up, saw a pair of twinkling, jade eyes and smirked, “Giving up already?”
Sephiroth chuckled, “No, just changing tactics.” As soon as he said that, he crushed his lips against the older man’s, pushing his tongue inside the hot, wet cavern feverishly. Sometimes the silver-haired man would change his approach, fiery kisses instead of slow, indulgent ones just to add the spice to their lives. However he never crossed the line of being rough with his lover. Vincent moaned, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s shoulders, and pulling him closer as their tongue battled playfully. The more they joined together, the more they wanted the share things rather than dominate each other. They simply just wanted to share everything together and never allowed each other to speed up nor fall behind. It was when Sephiroth was going to embrace him, the former Turk caught his wrists. Vincent’s crimson eyes glinted evilly when the jade eyes shot open in shock as he pushed the silver-haired swordsman against the wall and pinned the younger man’s wrists at the same level of his shoulders, earning an excited growl from the former general.
The gunman pulled away, licking his lips impatiently, “My turn now.” He dove to suck on the soft, pale skin of Sephiroth’s neck, feeling the strong body arching against him. Now that they were both free, Sephiroth didn’t bother to hold back from feeling the full wave of pleasure that was flooding through his veins. Vincent nudged a knee between the taller man’s long legs, parting them before he rubbed his knee against the swordsman’s crotch. Sephiroth gasped softly, lowering his head and resting his forehead on the gunman’s shoulder while his lover continued to arouse him. Vincent then released Sephiroth’s wrists in order to push the offending tight shirt up, licking the pale, muscular abdomen as if he needed it to live. His thumbs played with the pink nipples and the silver-haired man gasped when the cold metal claws touched his heated skin.
“Vincent…” The said man sank lower and lower, tracing the hard muscle with his slick tongue, his cooling saliva marking his journey. Sephiroth moaned softly, closing his eyes as he placed his hands on the gunman’s shoulder to support himself. His knees almost buckled when Vincent stroked the insides of his parted thighs, running his palms up and down the hard muscles lovingly while nuzzling his cheek on the forming bulge. Sephiroth grunted; the gunman could be a mean tease sometimes but it all added up to excitement.
Vincent smirked, pressing his face against the clothed crotch when he heard the silver-haired man’s moan intensify. His claw went to grab the firm ass once again as his other hand took the role of his face. Sephiroth tensed visibly before soft, husky moans flowed through his parted lips, trying his best to remain upright as the former Turk eagerly massaged his growing arousal, cupping the well-endowed sacks in his hand before pulling at them.
“Nnnngghh…Vincent, you’re horrible…” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut when the older man merely chuckled at him, continuing the ‘torture’ with his hand.
“Oh, really?”
“Ahh!” Sephiroth grip tightened on his lover’s shoulders when the gunman moved to lick his belly button, swirling his tongue over the sensitive area. He writhed when Vincent smothered his stomach, knowing where his nerves were. He groaned huskily when the hot lips shifted their attention to suck on a protruding hipbone and lapped on the smooth skin as Vincent ran his tongue over to the other side, applying the same treatment to be fair. Not forgetting about their main agenda, the older man’s hand gave Sephiroth a teasing squeeze before sliding up to unbutton the black pants. Vincent was about to pull the zipper down before a knock erupted from the front door. Both men stilled, looking amongst themselves in confusion.
Sephiroth breathed shakily, trying to ignore his body’s urges, “Did someone knock on the door?”
“Yes…but who would want to come here?” debated Vincent, his fingers still holding the zipper, ready to pull it down. He didn’t want to leave the silver-haired man hanging, it would be cruel and demeaning. Then another knock rang, louder this time as if the person intended to bash the old door off its hinges. The former Turk groaned in irritation, he saw the younger man was about to pull away but he quickly pushed the swordsman’s back against the wall. “You’re not going anywhere until I finish this,” he said firmly, ignoring the apprehension written on the pale face.
“But th-ah!“ Sephiroth gasped when the gunman pulled him out of his pants, pumping him viciously until his breath was forced out of his lungs. His eyes widened unbelievably before he squeezed them shut, moaning softly at the older man’s speedy treatment.
“WAIT!!!” Vincent shouted towards the entrance, as if to tell the visitor that there was actually a living being in the mansion and that in itself demanded privacy. He felt his hand was now slick with precum and Sephiroth’s breath was becoming rapid like he had just run up and down fifty floors non-stop. Feeling the former general had fully hardened, he swallowed the engorged flesh down his throat, causing the younger man to writhe in pure rapture. Vincent didn’t want to force the Sephiroth to come so quickly, as he had wanted the silver-haired man to enjoy it in his own pace. He kneaded the heavy testicles gently, coaxing the younger man to relax and take pleasure in the activity as he bobbed his head back and forth, sliding the hard flesh in and out of his hot mouth. Sephiroth bit his lips together to prevent his moan from being heard by another except Vincent as delicious waves of tingling sensations assaulted his whole body.
“Nnnnhhh…Vin…cent…!” The former Turk heard a soft thud from above him and realized the swordsman threw his head backwards, resting it on the stone wall as his whole body rocked with pleasure. Luckily it didn’t take long for the former general to reach his climax since he was already aroused by their earlier foreplay. The gunman was quick to nurse his release, massaging him with his tongue and hand until the former general fully emptied himself.
Sephiroth heaved harshly as Vincent’s mouth and hands released him, his legs felt like jelly from the recent orgasm. The fact that there was someone outside the door added to the thrill he felt and helped him reach his peak faster. The ebony-haired man tucked his lover back in, buttoning the pants together before pushing himself up, and giving the silver-haired man an apologetic kiss for being so pushy. “I’m going to see who is interrupting us.”
“Hmm…” Sephiroth nodded, still swallowing his breath rather than breathing it, ”We better take it to the bedroom later to avoid any more interruptions.”
~*~
Vincent cursed under his breath as he neared the door. If it was a traveller passing by, he wouldn’t be so sure he would let them pass any further. Death Penalty hung heavily in his hand, prepared for any threat possible as his claw unhooked the door latch. He swung the door open a little too harshly, angry that his quality time with his lover was disrupted. “What do you wa-!?”
“Vincent!?”
The gunman was stunned, seeing his friends standing in front of the door. Blood red orbs darted to distinguish the characters. Everyone was there except for Barret and Reeve, probably too busy handling Midgar’s construction works. It took him a few minutes to get his jaws working again, “What are you all doing here?”
Cid was the first to answer, “What are we doin’ here? To see you, of course! Haven’t seen your mopey face for a while.” Yuffie giggled softly at his statement but quickly sobered up at the pilot’s glare. She gladly turned her attention at Red, ruffling the fiery mane affectionately and the lion-like creature smiled at her. “Like Cid said, it’s been a long time since we last saw you in person,” Red agreed.
Cloud stared at the ebony-haired gunman, he sure looked different from the way they remembered. He looked more alive and there was actually a happy glow emitting from his usually dead, blood red eyes. They looked more like bright, lively flames now. “We called you two days ago. You didn’t answer.”
“We were worried,” Tifa piped in, scanning the former Turk’s appearance. She too noticed the drastic change. “Vincent, you changed a lot.”
“Worried? You thought Sephiroth killed me?” Vincent shot out coldly, folding his arms in front of his chest in a defensive posture. He frowned when silence fell within the group. (What do they know anyway?)
Yuffie shook her head vigorously, “No, it’s not that, Vinny!”
Vincent narrowed his eyes critically at the young shinobi, “What then? That he locked me up or harmed me in any other sadistic way you imagine him capable of?”
“Hold it! We didn’t say a damn word ‘bout that,” protested Cid.
“Yet your actions imply…” countered Vincent coolly, knowing the reason they came.
Cloud tried to peek over the ebony-haired man’s shoulder, “Is he here?”
Vincent scoffed bitterly, “Of course he’s here. Why? Do you want to hurt him again?” He shook his head slowly, “Look, he’s a different man now. Sephiroth has changed, just as I did. He won’t cause any of you trouble anymore. I can promise you that.” He glanced into the mansion once before facing his friends again, “Please, just leave him alone.”
The group exchanged looks amongst themselves, not knowing what to do or say to the gunman’s plea.
“Vincent.”
The former Turk saw the group tense at the familiar voice as he spun around abruptly, seeing Sephiroth standing near the living room. Clearly the former general had an amazing stamina to recover from their activity so quickly; not a trace of flush visible on his skin and his clothes was neatly smoothed down.
“Let them in.”
Crimson eyes grew as wide as saucers, not believing what he just heard, “Sephiroth?”
The silver-haired man only nodded slowly, “They are your friends. It’s good that they care about you.”
Vincent didn’t like what he heard. Sephiroth’s voice was too calm, too distant. Almost devoid of any emotion if not for the soft smile accompanying it. Even the smile looked sad and forced to his observant eyes. Slowly Vincent nodded, returning to face the group. “……” He walked out of the way and let them all in before closing the door behind them. Quickly, he walked towards Sephiroth’s side, looking at him in disbelief, “Why?”
Sephiroth smiled at his lover, squeezing his hand comfortingly, “It’s alright. The fight is over. We are not enemies anymore, are we?” Vincent squeezed his lips together until they formed a straight line.
“I’m afraid that they won’t be so forgiving,” he murmured softly so only Sephiroth could hear him.
The silver-haired man chuckled, “You worry too much. Now go and prepare something for your friends. I don’t think they’ll let me make them tea.” Vincent’s face flashed with horror at the thought of leaving the swordsman with his ‘friends’. “Go, I’ll be alright.” He ushered the ebony-haired man towards the kitchen and heavy-heartedly, Vincent finally surrendered.
“I won’t be long,” he promised before disappearing into the kitchen. Sephiroth looked at the spot where Vincent was last seen before turning to regard the group. Five pairs of eyes were aimed straight at him, he could taste the tension hanging in the air around them. To tell the truth, he didn’t trust them to be hospitable to him but he didn’t want to worry Vincent. The older man had already suffered enough before he even existed, he didn’t want to burden his lover with his own problem. Sephiroth needed to confront his mistakes by himself.
“Have a seat,” he motioned towards the black, velvet couches in the living room before walking towards them himself. He heard clothes rustle behind him as the group started moving. Sephiroth turned around slowly, seeing the group instantly halt in their tracks when he faced them. The former general looked at them blankly before he plopped on the double seated couch, obviously the extra space was reserved for Vincent. The group watched him warily and Sephiroth cleared his throat, “Please, sit down.”
Everyone’s jaws dropped hearing his soft tone, and how he said the word ‘please’. Yuffie raised a hand high above her head, “Okay, I’m the first to admit that this is freaking me out! I’m gonna go help Vinny.” The shinobi hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, reducing their number to just four. Sephiroth watched the young woman disappear into the kitchen where his lover was before he heard sounds of rustling clothes as they brushed against velvet; they’re finally sitting down.
“Vincent seems happy with you.”
He lifted his face only to see a pair of sapphire orbs burning intensely into his skull. He could still see the hatred in them and inwardly winced upon remembering how he had hurt the blond. (He has a right to hate and distrust me…they all have.) “I never dream of hurting him in any way,” Sephiroth made his point clear and bold, wanting them to understand how much Vincent meant to him. “I know there’s probably no chance of you trusting me, but believe me when I say Vincent is important to me.” He looked up and scanned the grim faces bravely, “I love him. I care too much to let him hurt.”
Cid was surprisingly quiet at his declaration, sucking on his tar roll deeply before puffing the thick smoke out of his lungs. Tifa shifted uneasily, awkward at being in a peaceful confrontation with their former arch nemesis. Moreover, being in her hometown brought back painful memories. She noted how Cloud tensed when they entered the dead town, almost immediately their mood had turned sour. Her head jerked up when she heard Cloud speak, “I’m just surprised that you didn’t die at the crater.” His voice was plain, but Tifa knew the blond was trying his best to keep his temper in check. She was also afraid the silver-haired swordsman would lose his temper at the blond’s words. Her head snapped jerkily to look at the former general when he leaned into the couch, making himself more comfortable. (He seems calm enough.) She had always admired how the silver-haired man always seemed to handle everything so easily.
“Yes,” the said man answered serenely, “It was a miracle I survived. I refused to die there so I came here, back to where I was born.” Sephiroth paused, sighing deeply, “Then I met Vincent. He saved my life even after everything that I’ve done.”
“Because you’ve done nothing wrong.”
Everyone turned to look at Vincent, who held a silver tray in his hands and a viciously beaming Yuffie latching onto one arm. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow at this, amused to see the mild annoyance in the gunman’s face at the young shinobi’s antics. He knew Vincent loved him so he shouldn’t feel jealous at their closeness. He noticed Yuffie looked at him so he returned her gaze. The young Wutaian grinned and winked at the silver-haired man, causing Sephiroth to blink; surprised that he felt warmth crawl up his cheeks but he politely nodded his acknowledgement. Vincent placed the tray on the coffee table and distributed a cup of tea for everyone including Sephiroth and himself before moving to sit next to his lover, gazing at the taller man with concern in his eyes, as though asking if the man was alright during his short absence.
The ebony-haired man turned to look at the group, continuing what he said earlier, “He is not the one to blame in all that happened in the past. He wasn’t himself, just like when you tried to hurt ‘her’, Cloud.” He knew even hearing the name pained the blond. It pained them all. They all loved Aerith, they grieved immensely when she died.
“Vincent,” Sephiroth called him warningly, seeing how Cloud’s face tightened at the memory. Vincent looked at him understandingly, his crimson eyes telling the former general not to worry.
“I’m not saying you should blame yourself, Cloud. Just be open and think about it.”
Sephiroth grasped Vincent’s hand, signalling the gunman to stop defending him. “Let me handle this, Vincent,” he whispered softly, earning a concerned gaze from the older man. He straightened himself, feeling Vincent squeeze his hand for support. “Cloud,” he spoke calmly, “I won’t ask for your forgiveness since I know you won’t give it. I don’t deserve it, I hurt you too much; all of you.” He scanned everyone’s face in the room carefully, “However, I want you to know that I’m sorry for everything.” Sephiroth bowed earnestly, his voice soft, “Truly sorry.”
Silence befell the room after Sephiroth said that. No one dared to squeak a sound, waiting for a response from the blond leader. Cloud kept silent, his shoulders hunched as he rested his elbows on his knees, a thoughtful look etched on his face as he stared at the tips of his boots. Tifa, who sat next to him, didn’t dare to interrupt his thoughts, seeing how grave he looked. Red sat next to the couch, curling his flaming tail around Yuffie’s legs as he sat next to the martial artist. Vincent looked at the group solemnly before Sephiroth pulled him to lean against the couch, motioning for him to relax. Feeling the time go by with nothing resolved, Cid shot up from his seat, causing everyone to direct his or her attention to him.
“Damn it! Say something, Cloud! You heard what he said, he wasn’t himself back then! Don’t just sit there being so damn moody, be a man and at least tell us what you think!” bellowed the pilot, obviously aggravated by the stressing silence. He sighed then, turning his gaze at the former general, “I don’t have any personal grudge against you, kid, just glad you’re not screwed in the head anymore. But if you try to do something funny, Vincent’s boyfriend or not, I’ll kick your pretty ass hard.”
Sephiroth nodded, almost dazed by the pilot’s accent, “I won’t cause trouble anymore, I can guarantee you that. I don’t even have Masamune anymore.” The blond pilot nodded in satisfaction and sat back on his seat.
Red lifted his face up, thinking he should play a part in this, “Cloud, we all miss her…but I think it’s time that we all leave the past behind us. I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to live your life filled with hatred and grudge.”
Tifa nodded in agreement, the flower girl was too innocent to bear such ugly emotion, “Cloud…listen to them.”
Slowly Cloud straightened, looking grim still, yet not so intense like before. “…I’m not sure…” he said rigidly, seeing the clear jade eyes pinned on him, “…if I can forgive you. It will take time.” (Those eyes…they’re not shrouded anymore now. I can actually see something in them…)
“I understand, I won’t ask for anything you can’t do,” replied the former general slowly, knowing how hard it was for the blond to even talk peacefully to him.
“But you do deserve a second chance,” Cloud admitted, his voice strong, “You do.”
Sephiroth didn’t know what moved him more; the acceptance that he was only human or the second chance he was given to actually be one. If Sephiroth had been a lesser man, he would have cried right there and then, instead he just nodded, grateful that the blond was willing to tell him what he thought of his former superior. He felt as if the heavy the burden in his chest was lifted and he could breathe more easily now. An arm slinked around his waist, causing him to snap his attention towards Vincent. Crimson eyes twinkled softly and he knew the older man was happy for him.
“Thank you, Cloud.”
Yuffie grinned evilly, eyeing both hot men and the arm currently wrapped around the silver-haired swordsman with the one question burning in her mind. “So…how did you two hook up?”
The two lovers exchanged looks, and the others could see the obvious blushes on their cheeks. Vincent cleared his throat loudly, “It happened so fast we didn’t really…uhh….realize it was happening…” Sephiroth just looked away as his lover stuttered, taking a sudden interest in the gloomy wall across the room. “I’m sure I don’t need to provide you with the details…since you already heard us.”
Sephiroth actually crept deeper into the couch at the older man’s words, his blush darkening when he remembered the incident. Of course, it was funny right then when he revealed the truth to the older man about the PHS being on and saw the various expressions flash across the gunman’s face. But now, Vincent was actually trying to clarify if not expose the real truth about their relationship to the public. Sephiroth was still not used in sharing his feelings to the world, not yet. He cleared his throat awkwardly, daring a glance at the audience and quickly snapping his head to face Vincent when his waist was squeezed, seeing the older man grinning at him. (Damn you, Vincent.) He was sure he glared daggers from his eyes.
Everyone else seemed to gape at the sight of the former general blushing. He looked much more human than they thought he was. Maybe he really did change. Even Cloud was staring, trying to digest the information that Sephiroth was human too, just like him and everybody else. He saw movement in the corner of his eyes, knowing Tifa was going to say something.
Tifa swallowed, “So why couldn’t we contact you? You have your PHS, right? We’ve been trying a lot of times.”
Vincent looked blankly at the dark-haired woman, opening his mouth to answer yet Sephiroth beat him to it. “Vincent shot it.” He turned to glare at his silver-haired lover, seeing the satisfaction in his jade eyes at the successful revenge. The former general seemed to be taking this as a little game between the two of them, to see who could blush redder. “Destroyed it completely.”
Cid smirked, puffing thick, white smoke into the air, “Heh, should’ve guessed that happened.” Tifa flushed, remembering what they heard earlier. She almost felt guilty for invading their privacy so she took out her PHS, placed it on the coffee table before sliding it towards the gunman.
“Here, use mine. I can get another one back at home.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t wanna interrupt you guys if we decided to drop a line again.” She immediately regretted asking about it, seeing the obvious smirk stretched on Cid’s face.
“CID!” she shrieked, only to have the blond pilot grinning wider.
Surprisingly, Sephiroth replied with a plain face, “Oh, you didn’t interrupt anything last time, really. You only did when you knocked on the door.” Vincent could only shake his head silently at the mortified looks his comrades wore.
“Sephiroth…”
~*~
He watched in amazement at the supplies his friends brought along their visit. He didn’t expect them to; he could always go to Rocket Town or North Corel for supplies as he always did. However, his friends already saved him two month’s trips with the supplies they brought with them. Great friends they were, like Sephiroth said.
“Where do you want me to put these?” Cloud asked, carrying a large cardboard box on his right shoulder and a smaller one on his hip. The smaller one looked like it was previously kept in a freezer so he guessed it was raw meat. “Just put them in the kitchen, I’ll arrange them later, thank you.” The blonde nodded and readjusted his hold, walking into the kitchen with the goods. Tifa walked in with a fairly large box but it was unconcealed so he could see what’s inside. There were some hygienic products, books, medicine and two large bags of new clothes.
“Where do you want this?” asked the martial artist, smiling when she realized the gunman was looking through the various contents of the box she was carrying. The former Turk looked up to her face solemnly before looking back at the contents, deciding.
“These should go in the bedroom.” He saw Tifa blush wildly at his decision and he quickly added, “I can take it for you if you’re uncomfortable with it-“
“No, it’s okay, Vincent,” Tifa refused politely. As a friend she wanted to be supportive and if the gunman was indeed in love with their former nemesis, she should accept it and pray for their happiness. “Where’s your room? Upstairs?”
The gunman looked at her in confusion yet he brushed it away shortly after, seeing the visible confidence in the young woman’s feature. He let his hands fall to his side, nodding curtly. “Yes, the one on the left, next to the greenhouse.” He was tempted to tell her that he hadn’t forgotten to make the bed that morning, but he curbed it, not wishing to terrify the martial artist even more than she already was. Watching the young woman climb the stairs slowly, he turned on his heels to find Cid, who was arranging wooden crates by the door. A strong, familiar aroma assaulted his sensitive nose as he inspected the content of the crates.
“Sake?”
Blood red eyes swept over the wooden crates curiously, seeing the contents within were barely concealed by shreds of papers. He walked over a pile of three crates and pickled a large, ceramic bottle in his hand, to read the yellow label slapped on the bottle. (Yup, Wutaian product.)
“Gotta thank that brat for it,” Cid straightened up after placing the last crate on the floor, groping his pocket for another cigarette. Vincent watched as the pilot took his time to light the white stick perched between his lips before taking a large gulp from it. “I swear that kid got a huge stash under her bed or something; this is already an overkill,” he continued, enjoying his new cigarette while he turned to look at the young shinobi, who was having a heated discussion with the stiff-and-awkward Sephiroth at the living room.
“I thought she’s still too young to drink,” Vincent voiced out, his eyes following the direction of the older man’s gaze. Well, technically Vincent was older than him but the pilot insisted to be thought of as the ‘eldest and wisest’ one. Besides, maturity brought the sense of authority, as one had said. His subtle gaze flicked over the two, but most of his attention was focused on the silver-haired man who casually nodded his head politely at Yuffie’s animated rant. He could tell Sephiroth was nearly terrified of the energetic shinobi from the way he minutely inched away to avoid Yuffie’s flinging arms.
Cid snorted loudly, exhaling smoke out of his nostrils like an annoyed, old dragon, “That brat? Too young? You should really see how she handles her liquor. Hell, sometimes she even matches me! I think her ninja trainin’ made her that tough,” he sucked another gulp of smoke into his lungs, “…or it’s just how she’s brought up.” His cobalt blue eyes caught a small smile on the gunman’s lips as the other man watched the young shinobi talking to Sephiroth with Red sitting on a couch nearby, watching the two discussing about Yuffie’s favourite subject, materia. Yes, the shinobi was being very loud at it too. He could never imagine the silent man smiling before today, always secluded in his own, little world, mourning about the sins from his dark past. The pilot could still see them, but there was a calming glow coming form the gunman as well, as if he truly, finally found his way to atonement.
“Never seen you smile like that before, Vince.” The gunman’s head snapped up and turned to look at the blond pilot. Cid enjoyed a long drag from his cigarette, knowing the obvious question in the blood red eyes. “Guess that kid really changed you, eh?”
Vincent was silent, eyeing the white smoke rising in the chilly air before he turned to look at the three. Sephiroth was now talking about something and the former Turk could see the effect it had on Yuffie. The young shinobi hopped excitedly on her feet and even Red lifted his head to stare at the tall swordsman. “He is all that I need…” Vincent whispered, his voice soft yet confident. “I understand his pain, as he understands mine. Nothing else need to be said; we’re each other’s cure and poison.”
Cid snorted softly, “You’re getting more damn poetic since the last time we met, Vince. Ever tried being one?”
The ebony-haired man smiled slightly, “Odd, he said the same thing too.”
“Hoo…don’t tell me you’re being all cheesy and said those friggin’ silly things that can even make Scarlet’s ears bleed…” The pilot blinked, “Shit, I don’t need the mental image…”
Vincent was about to say something about it but then Sephiroth suddenly turned to him. Everything seemed to halt and fade in his world as only the silver-haired man and him were the only ones in it. He held the intense, catlike orbs with his warm, crimson eyes, seeing the emotions the younger man bared only for him. How only Sephiroth could made Vincent feel like every time he laid his eyes on the former general, he fell in love with him over and over again, each time even more than the last. The emotions were overwhelming, consuming, addicting…but he relished it like a thirsty vagrant to water, not caring if he drowned in them as he knew the surrender would be beautiful and endlessly blissful.
“Ooooohhh! Lookat that! They’re making googly eyes!”
The first thing he saw was a pink blush that spread under the jade eyes before their eye contact was broken when Sephiroth turned his head to stare at the young shinobi gawking beside him. Yuffie just ‘aww’ed at the couple, causing the silver-haired man to direct his face somewhere, trying rather vainly to hide his burning cheeks. Vincent nearly yelped when a hard hand slapped his shoulders solidly, his back stung from the impact and he stumbled forward to balance himself. He could hear Cid’s hearty laughter behind him and slowly, Vincent could feel a blush forming on his cheeks.
He felt somewhat relieved when Tifa and Cloud joined them in the living room, looking totally clueless at the laughing group.
“What?” Cloud asked his laughing friends in confusion, not noticing the embarrassment on the two men’s faces.
Red chuckled, deciding to preserve some of the couple’s dignity, “Nothing, Cloud. Don’t worry about it.”
Tifa merely shrugged, “Oh, I forgot to tell you. We decided we’ll be spending the night here.”
“You are!?” Sephiroth stared at Vincent as the gunman returned his look, horrified. Then the group laughed again and it didn’t take long for the two newcomers to finally grasp what went on.
“Well…if you’re okay with it, that is,” Tifa added, flushing at the thought of invading the couple’s privacy.
Sephiroth nodded, “We don’t mind.” Vincent reluctantly agreed with his lover, knowing it would seem rude say no. Besides, they had helped enough and it wasn’t like the mansion was small.
They just needed to be extra quiet.
~*~
As the day crawled to and end, the occupants of the mansion decided to prepare for the night. For the sake of saving time, he had decided that Sephiroth and him should take separate showers because he knew showering together would only take more time.
And louder.
Yet Vincent chided himself after that, grabbing the soap bar in anger that he was the one who suggested it. Showering alone sure was boring, he missed the time when he got to wash the younger man’s silver hair and when Sephiroth lathered the soap down his back. It was fun. And of course they got dirty a few times while cleaning themselves. The former Turk sighed heavily, feeling it was useless to think too much of it. He better finish his shower quick so he could see the silver-haired man again. He turned the warm water into full blast, letting it wash away the lather from his body. After a quick rinse, he dried his long, ebony hair first before drying his body.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, Vincent pushed the bathroom door open and immediately the cool air attacked his bare skin. He half-expected the former general to be there, offering his body warmth, which proved to heat him up faster than any clothes or heater could proffer but the bedroom was frustratingly empty. They had been avoiding physical contact for hours since that noon, stealing glances when nobody noticed. Sephiroth looked calm all along yet he knew the man’s burning desire was as searing as his own, only the younger man was more skilled in hiding his needs. He felt like bursting, suppressing his desires and it choked him breathless. Only the warm, jade gaze was able to calm him, promising him a release soon after the whole ordeal was over.
There was a pair of light brown clothes placed on the bed and a soft smile graced his lips at the thought of the silver-haired swordsman preparing it. Vincent shuddered and hurriedly dressed with the clothes prepared for him, grateful that they felt both warm and cosy on him. He remembered to clip his long nails before pulling a thick, cotton glove on over it for a comfortable change from the usual, metal claw. The former Turk towelled the remaining dampness off his hair before combing it just to rid of any possible tangle. Vincent almost raced out of the room, craving to see his lover again but when he reached the stairs, he found the living room was bleakly desolated.
Confusion dawned his features but it was short-lived, as he could hear Yuffie’s loud voice coming from the spare bedroom on the left side of the stairs. It wasn’t originally a bedroom but he placed a large bed he found in the other part of the mansion in there because the other intact rooms were too small for it. It was the room he first placed Sephiroth in because it was nearest to the kitchen so he could hear the younger man when he worked in the kitchen. The gunman stood by the doorway, seeing everyone was fresh from their recent baths but he frowned when he found no Sephiroth.
“Sephiroth?”
Tifa looked up to him from her place on the futons laid on the floor. They had arranged it so they were sitting in a circle with a small coffee table in the middle. A burning stove stood nearby, its fire warming the whole room. Two crates of sake were ready by the table and a generous quantity of snacks and cookies were laid out on the table. Even Red got his own plate of juicy steak and a bowl of water. Obviously, the gunman mused, they’ve planned this out.
“He’s in the kitchen getting more firewood,” the martial artist provided, nibbling on a cracker. The former Turk nodded thankfully at her, turning to look for his lover in the kitchen.
Yuffie smirked as the gunman disappeared, “I bet they’re gonna do it in the kitchen.”
Cloud sighed and shook his head slowly, “Yuffie, you don’t go snooping around other people’s private lives. What they do is their business, we’re at their place anyway.”
“But…but……I wanna see! They’re so hot together!” Red bit on the young shinobi’s red sleeve to prevent her from getting up.
Cid popped a bottle of sake open, removing the burning cigarette from his lips and neatly tucking it between his fingers as he held the bottle near his mouth, “Then you better get yourself a boyfriend, kid.”
Vincent walked towards the kitchen, seeing the light was on in the room. He could make out faint clunks of wood being piled together and sure enough, he saw a stream of silver flowing down a kneeling form, pooling on the white marble floor. Sephiroth’s glowing beauty put even the white marbles to shame. While staring at the younger man’s back, Vincent slowly registered that the former general was going to rise to his feet again after collecting the pieces of chopped logs in his hands. He moved with admirable speed, pinning the silver-haired man against the wall behind him as soon as the man turned around. Sephiroth smirked at the older man, his sensitive hearing had detected the former Turk’s presence a few seconds before and he rather expected the outcome. A firm, urgent kiss was planted on his supple lips, the vigorous suction the older man performed seemed as though he intended to suck the life out of his lover. Sephiroth tilted his head to a more effective angle, exploring the former Turk’s open mouth in affection.
Vincent gasped softly when he pulled away, pecking all over Sephiroth’s smooth face with soft, affectionate kisses and nipping the younger man’s exposed neck eagerly. “God, I want you…” he breathed almost pleadingly, closing his lips over the smooth neck, “I need you…”
Sephiroth carefully disposed the woods he carried on the nearby counter, wrapping his strong arms around the older man in a warm embrace. “I missed you so much…” he murmured, lashes lowered and he could feel the older man whimper against his neck. He felt a deep longing when he didn’t see his lover after their short separation, such a strong, unexplainable emotion that consumed him until the former general couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from the ebony-haired gunman. Sephiroth moved his palm up and down Vincent’s strong back, raking his fingers through the silky, ebony hair to calm the other man down. He let the older man plant kisses on his collar and clothed chest, his hand kept rubbing his lover’s back comfortingly. Finally, Vincent buried his face in the crook of Sephiroth’s neck, wrapping his arms securely around the silver-haired man’s torso as if not wishing to let go. They stayed like that for a few minutes, relishing their innocent closeness and intimate privacy like there was no tomorrow.
Vincent sighed softly, knowing he needed to let go sometime soon because they were supposed to bring back some firewood. He reluctantly pulled away from the embrace and looked at the mesmerizing jade eyes with all the love he could muster. Sephiroth’s hand crawled behind his neck, massaging it as well as pulling him closer for another gentle kiss.
“You shall have me tonight, I promise,” the silver-haired whispered as he brushed his lips against Vincent’s. The older man nodded weakly, allowing both of them another soft kiss before fully parting. Sephiroth recollected the woods from the counter and Vincent couldn’t help but notice the younger man’s attire. The swordsman was fully dressed in white, a stark comparison of his usual wardrobe yet it gave him the look of complete purity. He snapped out of his reverie when Sephiroth smiled at him and he unconsciously went to gather some firewood before following his lover out of the kitchen.
Everyone was staring at the pair when they entered the living room. Cloud and Tifa tried their best to make their blush unknown while Yuffie didn’t bother to hide her huge grin, her eyes followed the two’s movements like a hungry vulture hunting its prey. Cid was calmly ignoring them but it was probably because of the bottle in his hand. Red curled on the futon next to Yuffie, seemingly cosy enough with the fire burning right next to him to ignore everything else.
Vincent watched Sephiroth take a seat at the table in the opposite side of the young shinobi, as it was nearest to the fire. The silver-haired man placed the firewood near the table so it would be easier to feed the fire. He took the logs from Vincent and placed them at the same place, throwing two thick woods into the burning stove to keep the fire alive.
“So, did you have fun?” Yuffie chirped sneakily, her gleaming eyes darted between the two lovers.
Sephiroth chuckled calmly, “Isn’t it obvious?” He had began to unwind around the young shinobi, learning the girl’s open and carefree attitude. He noticed the former Turk gaped at him in disbelief at his boldness, but the former general merely smirked at his lover, causing the older man to flush under his hungry gaze.
“Damn, this stuff is good!” Cid suddenly exclaimed, smacking his second bottle of sake on the table. His cheeks were slightly flushed while he distributed the extra bottles for everyone, “C’mon, you guys gotta try it!”
“I’ll try one,” Cloud volunteered, grabbing a bottle and unscrewing the cork. It was the only excuse he could use to hide his awkward blush. After taking a large gulp of the bitter liquid, he cringed and held his head. “Ow…what the hell is this thing?”
Yuffie snickered proudly, “The strongest beverage ever produced in Wutai. Only true warriors could handle such strong booze.” She turned her gaze evilly at the pair, “So, you guys dare to try it?” She accompanied her challenge with two bottles of sake.
Vincent was about to open his mouth and decline the challenge, knowing her intention behind it but his lover accepted it. His jaws slacked when the silver-haired man swiftly popped a bottle open and downed the whole bottle in a single breath. Sephiroth placed the now empty bottle on the table, smirking at the palpable stares he gained from the act. “How many would you dare to wager?” he asked smoothly, seeing the young shinobi’s smirk matched his own.
“The highest score is eight. Non-stop.”
“Then I’ll make it twelve.”
“Not even a Wutaian managed to get that far.”
“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“Sephiroth! Yuffie!” Vincent couldn’t believe their childish game, he thought at least Sephiroth would be mature enough to know of Yuffie’s tactics. He looked at the others for help, but they too were absorbed in the game. Cid graciously handed out more than twenty bottles, waiting eagerly for the contest to start. Cloud sipped on his drink slowly, focusing his full attention on the two. Tifa grabbed a bottle for herself to find out how strong the drink was while Red merely watched the duel, chewing on the roasted meat the martial artist gave him earlier.
Yuffie snatched a bottle for herself, “I won’t let you break my record, pretty boy.”
Sephiroth grinned smugly, ignoring the nickname she called him, “We’ll see,” and he downed his second bottle as quickly as the first. Yuffie finished her first bottle and grabbed for another, struggling to compete with the former general as Sephiroth just finished his third bottle. The silver-haired man tilted his head up and brought the fourth bottle up his lips, downing the bitter liquid with trained ease. He had tasted Wutaian beverages before and theirs were simply the best. No products of Shin Ra could match the supremacy of those of Wutai. He reached for the fifth bottle and uncorked it before noticing Vincent’s concerned gaze. Sephiroth just offered him an assuring smile before bringing the bottle to his lips, swallowing the warm liquid down his throat. He could feel it burn his throat as it made its way into his stomach. His body temperature increased, the room started to feel a little too warm and he could feel a throbbing headache hovering nearby.
Echoes of cheers rang throughout the room as the two contenders matched. Sephiroth finished another two bottles, now fully assaulted by a wave of dizziness as he reached for his eighth. He could see Yuffie struggling to finish her seventh bottle, her cheeks flaming red from the strong alcohol. Not willing to surrender so easily, Sephiroth quickly finished his eighth and groped for his ninth. A hand grasped his wrist and he was met with a very worried crimson orbs.
“Don’t…” Vincent whispered softly, seeing the long, dark lashes lowered to conceal the cloudy eyes.
Sephiroth shook his head slowly and cringed when the movement affected his headache. “Just four bottles more…” Vincent bit the insides of his cheeks when he watched his lover down the contents of the ninth bottle. The silver-haired man slammed the ceramic down on the table and clutched his head, fending off the pain assaulting his head. The gunman knew it was impossible to change Sephiroth’s mind once he made it up, and it was even far more impossible to back him out from a challenge. (Stubborn…)
Yuffie slumped on the table, obviously drunk when she finished half of her ninth bottle. She struggled to lift her head up, watching as the former general consumed what seemed to be his tenth drink. Her eyes bugged in awe, seeing the usually pale cheeks flushed rosy red as the silver-haired man hunted for his second-to-last shot. Admiration was clear in her forest green eyes when Sephiroth slammed the empty bottle on the table, his head hung in obvious pain, silky, silver curtains cascading down his handsome face before the man lifted his burning face up, sucked a deep breath and reached for his last bottle. Vincent seemed to give up stopping his lover and he handed the younger man the last bottle, wanting to get over with their little game.
Sephiroth downed the last drop from his last bottle, knowing that he won the bet. He slammed the final bottle on the table, puffing hot breath through the long, silvery bangs obscuring his face. “I…won…” he declared proudly, fighting the urge of nausea swelling in his belly to smirk at the crestfallen shinobi. Sephiroth tried to straighten up but, almost immediately, saw black spots enter his vision and his body felt as light as a feather in the wind. Vincent was quick to catch him when he noticed the younger man lose his balance, his body swaying dangerously. The former Turk wrapped a protective arm around the strong body firmly and dragged the man closer to him.
“What have I told you…” Vincent chided softly, seeing the catlike, confused orbs rolled into focus dumbly on him. He tried to adjust their position so the younger man’s back was leaning against his chest. The silver-haired man was clearly drunk; his cheeks were deeply flushed, a thin layer of sweat covered his rosy skin and his moist, parted, peach lips smelled of raw alcohol. Vincent tried not to stare at the lush lips but the childlike curiousity within the jade eyes was immediately replaced with a knowing smile when the former general caught where older man’s gaze fell.
Sephiroth inched closer to his lover, unintentionally rubbing their bodies together in an almost seductive way before resting his head against the gunman’s shoulder. Vincent’s mouth felt dry when the former general lifted a heavy hand to caress his left cheek. He was sure the younger man didn’t really realize what he was doing and this was just the effect of the alcohol.
“Sephiro-”
He didn’t get the chance to say anything when the silver-haired swordsman crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss; he could taste the raw, bittersweet flavour of alcohol swirling in the hot cavern. The alcohol sure erased the former general’s coyness, making him bolder than he ever would be when he’s in his usual, sober state. All logic escaped Vincent’s mind as he wrapped his arms around the sagging body, cradling the younger man carefully in his arms and demanded more of the heated kiss. Why not enjoy while it lasted? Probably he was considered taking advantage of the drunken man but he had starved too long for intimate contact to care now. He would apologize to Sephiroth later; when he’s sober.
Vincent heard Sephiroth moan into the kiss, sighing softly in content. The sound was driving him insane. He wished they could have some privacy now, wanting to tear the clothes from the hot body, increase the temperature a few degrees and make the silver-haired man produce more of those sexy sounds just for the pleasure of his ears.
At the sound of a polite cough, Vincent abruptly tore his lips from Sephiroth’s mouth, feeling the younger man’s lips land on his neck, only to realize the previously forgotten audience in the room. Reality hit him hard and Vincent scanned the room, face flushed scarlet from the shocked stare they received. Cloud and Cid were both petrified in their act of drinking, their lips merely touching the mouth of their bottles. Tifa stilled with a wet towel in her hand, her wine-coloured eyes were as wide as saucers. Red was no better, a piece of meat left dangling from his slackened jaw. The only one who seemed to enjoy the moment except for the two lovers was of course Yuffie, staring intently with a string of saliva hanging down her chin.
“Waaaaaaaawwww…” she drawled in amazement, excitedly urging the two to continue, “Do it again! Do it again!!”
“Yuffie!” Tifa shoved the damp towel to the shinobi’s face to cool her down. Despite the young Wutaian’s protests, she let the older woman wash her burning face.
“Damn…you guys are really…” Even Cid was at the loss of words, staring at the two lovers in disbelief. It wasn’t like he didn’t approve the relationship, only he didn’t know how to react to it, in the flesh. Cloud tipped his bottle and swallowed a large gulp of sake, not caring about being drunk anymore. Red swallowed his food before calmly admitting, “This is the first time I saw two men mating.”
“But we weren’t!” Vincent remarked a little too quickly before realizing what he said. “I mean…that wasn’t…exactly…the term……uhh…” He looked helplessly at his lover for help but the silver-haired man had his head bowed, silver curtain hid his face from the gunman’s view. To everyone’s surprise, Sephiroth sneezed, so loud it echoed throughout the old mansion.
“…Sorry,” the former general murmured meekly, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he turned to look at the stunned faces. “It’s…an after effect,” he slurred, trying his best to keep his voice even, “…when I get drunk, I sneeze…”
~*~
The clock seemed to be ticking too slowly as they neared midnight. The sky outside was pitch black and the air was growing chillier. The fire in the stove crackled when new logs were thrown into it; harmless, red sparks rose and disappeared into the blackness. Tifa brushed her hands together before she returned to her seat. The men were talking in the dim light, since they had switched off the main light when Yuffie went to sleep. The young shinobi was curled under a thick blanket on the bed, accompanied by Red who slept next to the girl to keep her warm.
“How is your head?” She could hear Vincent’s gentle voice was aimed to his lover. The silver-haired man held a damp towel against his forehead, occasionally pulling his hand away and trying to balance the towel on his head.
“I’ll be fine…I’ve stopped sneezing,” he replied slowly, his eyes were still glazed with weariness. The towel slowly slid down his face and fell on his lap for the who-knows-how-many times. Sighing, Vincent took the towel from him and soaked it into a basin of cold water on the table. Wringing the towel of excessive wetness, he carefully dabbed it against Sephiroth’s aching temples, earning a soft groan from the younger man, “I’m fine. I’m just tired.”
“You wouldn’t be if you hadn’t accepted her challenge. You just had to be so damn arrogant,” the gunman scolded, pressing the towel harder on the temple until the younger man cringed. Sephiroth wanted to say that he couldn’t help it; it was his nature to accept every challenge-wait, it’s ego. He wisely chose to keep his mouth shut, not wanting to argue with the ebony-haired gunman. The former Turk was the master of debating and he would never have a chance of winning. He chose to dwell within his agony of searing headache and let the gunman chat with his friends.
Tifa mutely watched the silver-haired man balance the towel on his head and pick on the snacks on the table. He popped a roasted almond into his mouth and rolled the salted nut on his tongue as if to test how it tasted, oblivious of the martial artist’s attention. Munching and swallowing the nut, Sephiroth seemed to develop a liking to its crunchy taste as he reached for another one, finally noticing that the young woman’s wine coloured eyes were staring at him.
“Yes?”
Tifa flushed, she didn’t realize she was staring until the former general regarded her. She fumbled for something to say and the first thing that crossed her mind was, “You look bored.” She wished she hadn’t said what she just had, the silver-haired man looked at her in amusement, his clear, jade eyes gleamed with mirth.
“Yes, I am,” answered Sephiroth coolly, curious of her real intention. (I wonder if she’s like Yuffie.)
Tifa fidgeted under his study; although the silver-haired man posed no more threat to them all, his shadowy feature still intimidated her. Especially the glowing, jade eyes, which seemed able to see through her soul even though they held gentle emotions now. She almost couldn’t believe the piercing, green orbs could be associated with being gentle but they were now, and she found them to be even more mesmerizing than before.
“Umm…I have a present…for you…both.” She could feel her face grow warm, and, sadly, it wasn’t from the fire. “D-don’t know if…if you guys use…” she stuttered in her speech, seeing the calm gaze was still aimed at her. “B-but…Iboughtyousomeincaseyoudo,” she whispered in a dash, her cheeks burned as she waited for a response from the silver-haired man.
Sephiroth lifted an eyebrow, slowly trying to decipher the young woman’s rushed sentence. Finally his lips curled into a smile and the silver-haired man chuckled, holding his right side as he struggled to keep his voice down. The damp towel fell from his bowed head and Tifa’s jaw practically dropped seeing the former general actually laughed his hearts out.
Finally calming himself down, Sephiroth cleared his throat quietly so they wouldn’t attract the others’ attentions. “So…you meant you bought us…’presents’?” The dark-haired woman turned a few shades darker and nodded nervously. He smiled serenely, placing a hand over the martial artist’s, “Thank you, Tifa. I appreciate your support in Vincent’s choice.” Sephiroth’s hand was amazingly soft, probably because he usually wore glove when handling his sword. It amazed her even more when Sephiroth squeezed her hand gently, carefully as if not to hurt her. (He cares…) Tifa shook her head slowly, smiling her first, genuine smile towards the former general.
“Not only Vincent, but also you, Sephiroth. The only thing I ask is to please keep each other happy.” She placed a hand over the swordsman’s hand and squeezed it gently in return.
Sephiroth nodded with a true smile, his eyes twinkling gratefully, “I will.”
“It’s getting late,” Cloud announced, stretching his dormant muscles as he began to stand up. The alcohol was beginning to affect his system and he was sure he would sleep like a log that night. (Lucky for me…) He cleared his throat loudly as he scanned the room, “Well, see you guys in the morning.“ Everyone followed the blond’s suit and stood up, abandoning the table filled with empty bottles and snacks. Vincent was about to clean the table when Tifa stopped him.
“Let me do it, Vincent. I’m used to doing this kind of stuff. And don’t start about saying I’m the guest and you’re the host because we’re old friends.” Tifa smirked in satisfaction as the gunman’s mouth closed again. “Now go. You two must be extremely tired dealing with us all day,” she ushered the two men outside the room, leaving no room for argument. Before she closed the door, they could see her wink at them.
Vincent stared at the closed door in a daze. “She closed the door, when is she going to clean up?”
Sephiroth shrugged, “Well, maybe she just closed it now so we can’t come back in.” He sniggered slightly, “This is the first time I saw you being defeated in an argument. Wait, she never even let you.”
The former Turk shot his lover a glare, “I purposely let her.”
“Yeah, right.”
Vincent walked until he was right in front of the taller man’s face, a mischievous glint played in his crimson eyes, “You don’t believe me?”
Sephiroth grinned, knowing how to play this game, “Make me,” he whispered, leaning in to brush their lips together teasingly. The older man growled, he was tempted to have their fun right there and then, but the floor nor couch would be comfortable, and some modesty wouldn’t hurt. Wordlessly, he grabbed the silver-haired man’s wrists and tugged on them as he hastily climbed the stairs. Sephiroth followed obediently, wanting to arrive at their destination as fast as possible. Vincent nearly kicked their bedroom door open, pulling on the silver-haired swordsman behind him. As soon as he flipped the bedside lamp’s switch on, he was harshly pulled backwards by his hand and landed in the circle of Sephiroth’s strong arms. The younger man rained fervent kisses all over his lover’s face and neck, not missing a spot on the bared skin until he heard the gunman whimper pleadingly, needing more of the blistering contact.
“Sephiroth…” The said man lifted his face to look into his lover’s adoring eyes, understanding the urgency behind them. He smiled and nodded, resting his forehead against the other man’s, “Can you wait for a while? I need to use the bathroom.” The older man glanced down for a while before he looked up again, grinning slyly before he nodded, ”Sure. Besides, I can’t take that much liquid at one time.” A playful whack landed on his head after he made that comment.
“There you go, thinking of perverted things again,” Sephiroth said with clear amusement shone in his icy, jade orbs, disappearing behind the bathroom door to do his business.
“You can’t blame me; I’ve strained all day from tasting you.’
A slight pause, “We both strained ourselves, Vincent. And stop giving me a hard on when I’m trying to relieve myself.”
The gunman laughed softly, “You like hearing me talk dirty?” His lips curled evilly, “That’s because of what I put in my mouth.”
He swore he could hear the long, silver hair swished around Sephiroth as the former general shook his head, “Dirty pervert.”
Vincent went to stand by the door, leaning against the wall as he tried to listen to what was happening behind the closed door. “Speaking of that, you didn’t really have to close the door, there’s nothing on you I haven’t seen before.”
He could hear the swordsman laughed at his blunt teasing. Vincent loved every minute of the process; tease, foreplay and then…bliss. They’ve done all the teasing, all the waiting, it’s time to move to the next phase. For lovers who thought foreplay was a waste of time, they certainly missed something really important in their relations…and perhaps even in their lives. It was when they explore each other’s body, admiring the beauty of their partner that they relished so meticulously. Their emotions as naked as their bodies; they accepted each other for who they were, understanding each other and craving for more as though it was never enough. The joining of the two was the finale to their bonding, a procedure done as if to seal their ties together, to declare, ‘Together, we are whole’. Their relationship was beautiful that way, full of emotions and energy that only grew stronger as each day passed.
“And where would the element of surprise apply?” Sephiroth questioned smartly, the older man could hear the sound of splashing water and then a sharp zipping sound was heard when the silver-haired man pulled on his pants. The flushing toilet was next and finally a soft click of the door being unlocked. He waited for the former general to step out into the bedroom before he tackled the taller man’s waist, using all his strength to drag his younger lover towards their large bed.
Sephiroth felt himself being thrown into the bed, although in a much more graceful manner. His tall form bounced heavily on the soft mattress, limbs spread apart in surprise as the gunman pounced on him. “Vince-“ He couldn’t finish his sentence when the older man covered his mouth with his. Feverish and demanding, like a man who finally found a sweet fountain to quench his agonizing thirst. He chuckled in amusement, letting the ebony-haired man ravage his parted lips as the man wished, concentrating on relaxing his body on the soft mattress. At the gentle nudge of Vincent’s probing tongue, he gladly opened his mouth, feeling the older man eagerly explore his hot cavern as if to find a priceless treasure hidden at the back of his throat. Sephiroth tilted his head, arching against the body on top of him to encourage the former Turk even further. He had promised the older man that they would do as the gunman wished, and he planned to keep his word.
Sephiroth sucked on the searching tongue gently and pushed his own to join the dance, causing the gunman to groan in delight. Vincent crawled over the lying form, straddling the hard thighs as he ran his hands down the muscular body, tugging the soft fabric of the white shirt up to Sephiroth’s chest. The former general let his lover do what he wanted, automatically lifting his arms above his head when the older man pulled the white shirt over his head. Vincent let the rumpled cloth pile around the younger man’s wrists, his hungry eyes roaming to take in the alluring position. Sephiroth’s lashes were partially lowered, his soft lips were parted and slightly reddened from their recent, avid kiss while a tint of soft pink glowed on his cheeks from the same reason. His long, sliver tresses were spread all over the dark, silk sheets like silver wings, the way his arms stretched above his head made his chest muscles more apparent and the cloth twining his wrists made the younger man look so inviting.
Vincent sucked in a shaky breath when Sephiroth thrust his hips up against him to break his short trance, helping in accumulating the heat gathered in his loins. “No more watching. I want to feel you now,” the silver-haired man breathed in a sultry voice, bucking his hips again to let the older man feel his hardness. Lying on the bed and looking up at the ebony-haired man woke his anticipation, he wanted to know what the older man planned to do. They often took turns making the first moves and tonight, he’d allow Vincent to take the initiative.
“Nnngghhh…” Vincent couldn’t help but to grind against the younger man, rubbing their bodies together even when they still had most of their clothes on. He could feel the heat swelling at their contact point, thirsting for more. The pale body beneath him moved along his thrusts, working together in building their haven.
“Sephiroth…you’re so beautiful…” The man always was; the way his brows knitted in concentration and the cute flush on his face were too desirable and almost too sweet for the eyes to bear. His moist, peach lips were pouty as the sexiest moans and gasps escaped them, enticing the gunman even more.
“Aaaahh…Vincent…”
Vincent shuddered with barely containable lust, hearing his lover chant his name so lovingly. He leaned down slowly, their bodies rocking against each other in desperate need for more contact. The former Turk hastily tore the glove off his left hand, pressing both now naked palms on the hard chest, gliding them up and down the nude, muscular torso. Hearing the younger man groan in pleasure was enough encouragement as his lips found a spot at the crook of the swordsman’s neck and he nipped on it, sucking on the tender skin between his lips. Sephiroth’s eyes fluttered close in bliss as he arched his body against the older man, still with his wrists being held down above his head by an invisible force. He moaned softly when the gunman pushed his lips against the crook of his neck, sucking noisily as his fingers teased his nipples, rolling the hardened flesh gently.
“Nnnhh…Vincent…wait.”
“Hmm?” The former Turk looked up but his tongue moved to lick on an earlobe. Sephiroth made a sound like a bitten squeal when the gunman did, trying his best not to giggle like a little girl. Vincent seemed to notice this as he teased the ticklish spot again, this time causing the silver-haired man to press the tortured side of his face against the pillow.
“That tickles,” he hissed in pretended irritation, seeing the sly grin stretched on the older man’s lips.
“Really? How about…this!” He saw the catlike orbs widened in a split second before they’re squeezed shut and the younger man roared in laughter.
“Aaah!! Vincent! Stop! Stop it!!”
“Or what?” he taunted, poking the sensitive spot near the silver-haired man’s left side while the other brushed against the ticklish spine. The former general was trashing under him, trying to slap his tickling hands away but to no avail. Sephiroth was too busy laughing to manoeuvre his hands so the ebony-haired man had the complete control. “Say ‘I want you to kiss me’.”
Sephiroth trembled, trying to catch his breath and block the teasing fingers, “I…I…want-ah! Vincent, stop!!”
The gunman smirked, “Try again, Sephiroth. Say the password or I won’t stop. Say ‘I want you to kiss me’.”
“You’re such a sadist-aaaaahhhh!!!” He laughed again, unable to control his body when the gunman intensified his treatment, running a finger over his vulnerable nerves.
“Am I? Then I won’t let you go ever,” retorted the older man with a chuckle. He planned to release Sephiroth when the swordsman could barely take it any longer. It was rather fun to see how his head was thrown backwards as the deep, rich laughter rang from his throat, his heaving chest completely bared and begging to be touched. A pair of hands whipped out towards him, slinging the white shirt behind his neck before drawing the older man down for a deep, longing kiss.
Sephiroth had given him the best answer.
The former general was panting harshly when he pulled away, his breath still ragged from laughing too much. “I’m going to get you for that,” he promised before biting on the gunman’s lower lip and sucked on the tender flesh. Vincent thought if that was the punishment, he couldn’t be more than pleased to accept it. Sephiroth freed his hands from the cloth and pushed himself up so he was now sitting on the bed, almost facing the gunman at the same level. Vincent helped him up while keeping their lips intact. He held the silver-haired man’s cheeks gently and tilted his head as his tongue explored the inside of the swordsman’s searing mouth. Now unbound, Sephiroth’s hands worked themselves on the gunman’s pants, pulling the zipper down deliberately slow so the sound excited his lover. He massaged the tender skin around the man’s lower abdomen, hearing Vincent moan in anticipation. When they parted, Sephiroth suddenly remembered what he meant to say before, “Tifa told me something about a present for us. I think we better check it out.”
The gunman frowned slightly, “A present? Can’t we wait till tomorrow?” A devious grin formed of the silver-haired man’s face and finally realization dawned on Vincent as to what his lover was talking about. “Oh…look who’s the pervert now. A present for tonight, you mean?”
“Yes,” the swordsman purred, nuzzling the older man’s neck lazily, “I wonder what it is though.”
Vincent scanned the room and to his relief, the box was just beside the bed, he didn’t have to get up to rummage through it. “Don’t go away,” he warned the younger man jokingly as he reached into the large, cardboard box. Sephiroth chuckled good-naturedly, kissing the gunman’s cheek and neck as his hands settled to grasp on the man’s lean hips.
“I won’t even if you tell me to.” He pulled the former Turk on him, thrusting hard enough to wrench a harsh gasp from the other man. Vincent squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to both synchronize their rhythm and search for the said present at the same time. He began to doubt the existence of the item before he felt his fingers touched a solid, plastic box under the generous supply of new clothing. He took it out and held it to the light as Sephiroth stopped his teasing, eyes focused on the black box his lover held. It was considerably large; a bottle of sake could fit in it yet he doubt it was its content, seeing how easy his lover lifted it.
“What is it?” he asked curiously, watching as the gunman flipped the box in his hands to read the inscription.
After squinting to read the inscription plastered under the box, Vincent’s frowning face finally broke into a smile. He started to chuckle, oblivious to Sephiroth’s confused gaze. “Here, read it yourself.” The ebony-haired man handed the box to the silver-haired man, his grin never ceased all this while.
Sephiroth brought it under the bedside lamp, “While hindering you and your partner from pain, they also come in different fla-“ His cheeks heat up as he stopped reading, hearing laughter rang behind him.
“They’re lubes,” Vincent pointed out flatly, amused at seeing the younger man turn to him with murderous glares, “You told me to check it out.” He snatched the box back, opening it to see the contents. “Hmm…in various, minty flavours too…”
Sephiroth sighed, “I didn’t expect her to be this supportive.”
Vincent pecked his lover’s lips gently, “They know I’m happy with you. I truly am.”
The swordsman sighed, wrapping his arms around the older man as he buried his face against the man’s chest. “And you’re everything to me.”
The former Turk kissed the top of the silver head, stroking the soft, silver strands admiringly, “I’ll never stop loving you, Sephiroth, just remember that.” His eyes flickered towards the box in his hand, “So…vanilla, strawberry, grape, lemon or tropical?” He could feel the silver-haired man’s body quaked against his.
“Trust you to ruin the moment,” Sephiroth mumbled, squeezing the older man’s waist lightly before adding, with a hint of honesty, “I like yours best.”
Vincent sat hard on the swordsman’s crotch, making the former general moan shakily. “Flattering, but I hope to make use of our presents,” he quipped, sliding a finger over the hard, plastic tubes as if to decide which one to use. “Pick one, what would you like to be on the menu?”
“Anything,” Sephiroth breathed, his hands sliding up the gunman’s sides as he just found the smooth skin underneath the thick fabric Vincent wore, “As long as you’re the main course.”
“Oh? Now who’s the pervert?”
“All praise the great master,” the silver-haired man retorted smoothly, kissing the smooth skin he just unveiled.
Vincent laughed lightly, plucking the tube of vanilla-flavoured lubricant from its compartment and placing the box on the bedside table. “The master picks vanilla.”
~*~
Soft pants and low moans were all that could be heard in the darkness. It was a full moon that night, the soft indigo light was enough to illuminate the room as it washed over the large bed. Sweaty limbs sprawled on the bed, half-tangled in the dark sheet despite the harsh coldness of the night’s air. Long fingers clutched onto the sheet, lips travelled on the tingling skin while platinum and black tendrils pooled on the mattress, an incredible mix of contrast.
He watched through half-lidded eyes, watching the hands stroke his inner thighs gently, sweeping over the damp skin in a loving caress. The travelling hands finally landed on the base of his erection, grasping the hard organ expertly as they began to stroke it. His eyes fluttered close, clawing at the rumpled sheets as he moved his hips to match each stroke. Seeing he was finally relaxing, his partner slipped one hand down to support the lean waist and began sliding in and out of his body.
“Aaahh…Sephiroth…” Vincent arched in pleasure, sweat pouring down his slick skin when the movement sent electric jolts up his spine. His lover said nothing as he kept moving, deftly stroking the older man to match his building pace. The ebony-haired man panted heavily, hearing the wet smacks of skin slapping against skin every time the former general thrust into him, not once failing to hit his prostate. He tried to hold himself because he knew Sephiroth could hold much longer than him. He wanted to reach the heavens together. Vincent felt his arousal twitched painfully against the kneading fingers, begging for the release he tried to prolong.
A low, deep voice growled above him, “Let it go, Vincent…I’ll join you as you do.”
At the promise, the gunman threw his head backwards and cried out as he abandoned his control. His muscles clenched tightly around his lower half, squeezing his entrance as tight as possible until it emitted an almost pained groan from the silver-haired man. Mouth hung open to scream in pleasure, Vincent spilled his seed into the younger man’s palm, letting the gentle hand massage him to relaxation.
Sephiroth watched the gunman slump on the bed after his ejaculation, his eyes blurry from his own incoming release. Sheathing himself fully into the tight body, he filled the gunman with the proof of his passion and freed the wonderful heat from the pit of his stomach, earning a faint, shuddery moan from Vincent. Slowly, Sephiroth pulled out of the dripping hole and crawled over his gasping lover, propping himself on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush the older man with his weight. “Still want more?” he murmured huskily, his breath barely returned to fill his lungs. Sephiroth nipped the gunman’s jaws to let the man regain his breath and decide the answer.
Vincent swallowed his breath greedily, his ears barely caught the low voice. They had made love for what seemed like hours, he didn’t care to glance towards the bedside clock to know that. They were really lucky to have such inhuman stamina that allowed them to repeat the pleasure in short intervals. Honestly, Vincent was already exhausted but his body seemed to crave for more because his arousal stirred awake when a knowing hand carefully wrapped around it, pressing the right buttons to make him hard again. He choked a moan, “Nnnnghhh…more…Sephiroth…”
The former general seemed to figure his lover’s definite answer when his hand slowly moved to pump the ebony-haired man, sliding his fingers under the erect shaft to knead the testicles gently. His head lowered to rest against the sweaty chest of the gunman’s, bathing the older man with his damp, silver tresses. The gunman’s form was muscular but his frame was a little smaller than the swordsman’s. He had a body of a dancer while the silver-haired man was a body of a hard-trained warrior. Sephiroth felt Vincent’s hands return to rake into his long hair, fingers combing gently against his scalp. He kissed the sweaty chest affectionately and dragged his lips as he slid down until his face was at the same level with the gunman’s groin. The former general carefully ran his tongue along the hard flesh, tasting a hint of vanilla on his tongue while his hand slid lower to the abandoned wet hole.
Vincent jerked, his body trembling with lust as he moaned continuously, “Ah…Sephiroth, please…more…” Sephiroth was merciful, stopping his sensuous licks at the weak plea to engulf the older man again. Loud moans streamed out of the ebony-haired man’s mouth as the former general continued to stimulate him, fingers pushing and probing inside his trembling body. Sephiroth took pleasure in working with his mouth, his tongue stroking the hard flesh while he listened to the gunman’s blissful moan. Vincent raised his knees and spread his legs wider to offer more access for his lover’s ministrations, feeling the long fingers slip deeper and rub against his inner walls. The gunman bucked his hips when the silver-haired man began bobbing his head up and down, moaning loudly as he felt Sephiroth suck and graze his teeth along the hot flesh. Vincent gasped when the moist lips left him, the cold air hit his nether region so harshly that he felt himself visibly shrink in an instant. He lifted his head from the mattress, so many questions ran rampart within his mind as to why Sephiroth left him at the brink of his orgasm but then a slick hand returned to take his mouth’s place, erasing the doubts completely and Vincent let his head fall back on the mattress, moaning loudly.
“Nnnnggghhhh…” Vincent immediately knew Sephiroth applied the lubricant on him, the sweet smell of vanilla filled the air and warm, gentle hand spread the cool fluid over his penis, coating him completely. It’s also a good substance for a relaxing massage. Sephiroth’s hand was so skilled he didn’t realize the younger man had pulled his fingers out and slowly climbed on his crotch. Blood red eyes shot open upon feeling himself being forced through a ring of tight, hot muscle. “Sephiroth? What are you-?” he wasn’t able to complete the sentence when his breath was forced out of his lungs at the feeling of hot walls clamping down on him.
“Mmm…” The silver-haired man bit his lower lip as he slowly sank onto the older man, forcing himself to relax when the gunman entered him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he continued to take Vincent’s rock hard erection inside him. He never stretched himself, he wanted to know how the older man felt when he was inside that he thought a simple lubrication job was enough. A pair of hands; one human while the other was anything but human, whipped out and grasped his hips to stop him.
“Sephiroth, stop! You’re going to hurt yourself. Let me prepare you first!” Vincent was already sitting up, holding his lover with worry in his bright, red eyes. He had never taken the younger man before and it panicked him that it would injure the man. And his guess proved right.
“It’s…t-too late-aaargh!!” Sephiroth threw his head back and screamed in pain when he was fully seated on the gunman’s lap. He heard and felt his muscles tearing; the pain so intense it felt like tearing him in two. It was lucky that he applied the lubricant on the gunman earlier although that helped little in his case since it didn’t stop him from feeling the tearing ache. It aided a little to allow the older man slide into him, not enough to extinguish the agony. Pain flared up his spine until it reached his head, aching and throbbing as if his head would explode from the pressure. Vincent held the trembling body tightly as he waited for the younger man to stop breathing harshly. His face blanched at the feel of hot, runny liquid dripping down his thighs.
“Shit, you’re bleeding! Sephiroth, you’re hurt!”
The silver-haired man shook his head wearily, the splitting pain had decreased a bit although he was a bit hazy from the sting. “I’m alright…don’t worry,” his voice was still shaky from the pain and the gunman immediately knew he was lying. The former general was bleeding and that part was the most sensitive to pain yet he still denied it. Sephiroth couldn’t even sit up straight by himself and being imbedded into him, Vincent tried not to move much and held the silver-haired man as close as he could to prevent the younger man from moving or falling. Vincent felt anger rise within him, his eyes were burning so much he had to shut them. He wanted to slap himself for not being able to stop Sephiroth, but then again, he wanted to slap himself for being so caught up in his own pleasure until he disregarded his lover’s action.
“You’re not alright! You’re bleeding! You should’ve let me prepare you!” Vincent heard himself sob, the burn in his eyes flowing down to his cheeks. He slid his hands down the swordsman’s back, fingering the bleeding hole carefully not to hurt the man even further. He saw Sephiroth’s face grimaced, so he stopped, wrapping his arms around the pale waist.
“Gods, Sephiroth…I told you not to let me hurt you…” he whispered, his voice trembled as more tears fell on his cheeks.
A pair of hands cupped his cheeks gently, lifting his face up to meet with the glowing, catlike orbs. “I’m sorry…” Sephiroth whispered, wiping the tears away with his thumbs, “I didn’t mean to worry you, Vincent.” He kissed the older man’s forehead softly, stroking the flushed cheeks with his thumbs still. “I just want you to know that I’m alright,” he assured with a soft smile, “This wound is merely physical, you’re still innocent in my heart.” Vincent stared at him wordlessly, letting the serene smile on the other man’s face wiped away his guilt.
Vincent inhaled deeply, resting his forehead against Sephiroth’s chest to hear the man’s calming heartbeat, “Still, I won’t let you do it again next time.” He heard the former general chuckle lightly, the burning sensation had probably almost ebbed away, “Next time it won’t be a surprise anymore.” He nudged the gunman’s shoulder gently, “Vincent, move…”
“No, you’re still hurt. Sephiroth!” The silver-haired man ignored his lover and began to move against him, pulling away before impaling himself on the gunman’s lap.
“Uhh…move or I won’t be able to pull away. You’re not exactly that small, you know,” he panted softly, sinking on the older man’s groin faster. It felt uncomfortable at first but he forced himself not to show it outward. He didn’t want Vincent to worry too much after his recent stunt. Once he found a bearable rhythm, the pain was slowly replaced with a new wave of pleasure as Sephiroth moaned hoarsely; voice raw from his previous cry, trying to persuade the former Turk into action.
Feeling the tight walls around him was almost unbearable; Vincent couldn’t believe he was still fully erect after the frantic moments they had just experienced. Gripping the pale hips tightly, he thrust up, earning an almost-screamed moan from his silver-haired lover. Gaining more confidence, Vincent thrust up again, bouncing the younger man on his lap repeatedly. All this time, he had never imagined that being inside Sephiroth would feel this good. An ethereal feeling overwhelmed him and all worries about hurting his partner were completely disconnected from his mind as his lover’s moans augmented in their intensity. The silver-haired man was forced to grip onto Vincent’ shoulders to keep himself from falling the moment the gunman’s lips took interest in tracing his burning chest. “Aahh…nnngghhh…Vincent…” Sephiroth shuddered as the wonderful friction sent an electric current through his whole body. “Aaaaahhh!!!” he jerked up with a scream, his body arching in an almost painful stretch as the gunman hit his prostate, his hold on the former Turk suddenly slacking. Feeling the silver-haired man was about to fall backwards, Vincent wrapped a hand around the lean waist while the other held the back of the silver head before laying the younger man on the mattress and he rolled on top of the man.
Sephiroth heaved harshly, writhing on the mattress as the ebony-haired man continued his pace relentlessly. He had never felt so helpless before; during his military years, he had learned to hate the feeling, but this time, he welcomed it. Pleasure rushed throughout his whole being and it was impossible to keep his mouth shut. “Vincent…Vincent! Aaaahhh!!” The gunman hooked the swordsman’s long legs on his shoulders for easier access as well as to reduce the pain as he kept plunging into the tight entrance. Sephiroth’s body was so hot that he nearly couldn’t resist the urge to drive himself wildly into the younger man.
(No, no more pain.)
Crimson eyes raked over the squirming form underneath him, watching the flush spreading across the pale, sweaty skin. His eyes travelled up to look at the exposed neck; long and white, the sharp, sculpted jaws that seemed to freeze in tension, the sharp, pointed nose, the moist, parted lips gasping for air and releasing low strings of pleasurable moans, the relaxed, closed eyelids with long lashes that cast shadows on the smooth cheeks, the slight frown marring the sweaty forehead with silver strands flowing around the handsome face…Vincent knew he could never get enough of him. He made sure he stroked the silver-haired man properly each time he sank into the tight muscle, wishing nothing less but perfection in his first treatment of him.
His left leg fell from gunman’s shoulder before the he was flipped to his side. His gleaming, silver mane gathered behind him, pooling on the dark sheet as his body trembled in ecstasy. His right leg was still hooked on Vincent’s shoulder, being held firmly in place by a warm hand. The position left Sephiroth feeling very exposed but he didn’t have the time to care when the new position enabled the older man to sink deeper into him. His sweaty body rubbed against the silk sheet as Vincent kept pounding into him, stroking and hitting his prostate each time the older man slid in.
“Vincent! Aaaahh!!”
Sephiroth squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the gunman increase the tempo and the sound of slick skin sliding in and out of him was more than he could handle. His trembling fingers clawed on the dark sheet, gripping on it as he tried to push himself up to meet the thrusts. Slick fingers gently wrapped around his erect penis and he cried in pleasure, biting the sheet when they started stroking him. It was the first time he was at the bottom and he was overwhelmed with the sensations from both ends.
“Sephiroth…uhh…” Vincent didn’t know if he could hold on much longer. Biting his lower lip, he quickened his stroke and watched the swordsman jerked in pleasure. Sephiroth trembled as beads of sweat glided down his skin. Vincent felt the muscles around him clench and he knew it was time.
“Aaaaaaaaahhh!!!”
White spots clouded his vision as Sephiroth shot his semen in the former Turk’s hand at the same time he felt the gunman burst inside him. Sephiroth slumped on the mattress, feeling numb and sated after such an amazing experience. He rested his cheek on the dark sheet, greedily sucking the cold air into his lungs. His eyes were closing when he felt the gunman carefully extracted his length from him and gently drop his right leg on the mattress. A hand slid over his butt cheeks to inspect the injury before a cool orb was rolled on the tender flesh near the wound. Sephiroth groaned in relief, feeling the healing magic flood into his body, mending the tear and dulling the sting. After that, a cooling cloth was brought to his inner thigh, carefully wiping all the blood that leaked out from the wound until he was completely rid of it. Warm lips kissed the back of his thigh softly before a strong body crawled up to his level and laid next to him.
“How are you feeling?” another kiss on his shoulder accompanied the query. Jade orbs slowly opened to meet the concerned, crimson eyes.
“Breathtaking…” was all he could murmur with heavy eyelids. Sephiroth was so tired that he couldn’t move his hand to touch the gunman’s cheek. Vincent took the limp hand instead and wrapped it around his neck, slowly pulling the swordsman against him. The silver-haired man sighed softly, resting his forehead against the other man’s shoulder and brushed his lips against the shoulder blade, “Love you…Vincent…thank you…”
“I love you too. Sleep now,” the former Turk said, kissing the lush lips gently while running a thumb on the damp cheek. He pulled another thin sheet that somehow survived their activity over them, covering their slick bodies up to their waists. Sephiroth’s breath was warm against his face when the swordsman snuggled closer, his arms draped around the gunman’s shoulders tiredly. Vincent settled himself comfortably in front of his lover, embracing him protectively before they both fell asleep that dawn.
~*~
His ears perked up at the sounds coming from downstairs. At first he didn’t want to open his eyes, throwing a pillow over his face with an irritated groan. A hand pushed the pillow aside, allowing moist lips to smother his face. “Wake up, Vincent,” the voice murmured, kissing his lips gently as large, smooth hands roamed his chest. He moaned lazily, pulling the other man into another kiss.
“Five more minutes…”
A light chuckle erupted from the other man’s throat, “Get up now, we have guests, remember?”
A crimson eye opened slowly at the reminder, “…So?”
Sephiroth chuckled, knowing the older man was still a little blurry about their real situation. “We need to wake up now and join them. It’s impolite to let our guests start the morning without our presence.” He was already sitting up on the bed, the sheet pooling around his waist. His skin felt very sticky and he wished to get clean as soon as possible. His rear was a little sore, yet Sephiroth kept smiling at the fresh memory of Vincent moving inside him last night. It would always be a priceless treasure to him all his life. At the slight shuffle beside him, he turned to look at his lover and saw the older man was already asleep again. He sighed deeply and shook his head, “Vincent…”
Sephiroth leaned down to kiss the former Turk awake again before an arm shot up to pull him down. “Ah!” he yelped in surprise and he heard the former Turk chuckled when he did. They rolled on the large bed until the gunman was at the top, grinning triumphantly at the silver-haired man underneath him.
“How about we have our own breakfast…here?” Vincent asked smoothly, quirking his eyebrows suggestively. Sephiroth laughed and tried to push the older man off him. “As much as I wanted to, we can’t. Come on, Vincent. We need to get up and wash. Don’t you feel a little dirty?” The former Turk looked like he was really thinking about it.
“Why wash now if we’re going to get dirty again later?” he whispered, his hands slowly wandered south. Sephiroth chuckled and pushed himself up on his elbows, reaching a hand to slap the gunman’s shapely ass playfully.
“Wash. Now.”
“Okay…okay…” Vincent chuckled and surrendered, letting the younger man slide off their bed. He stayed there for a while and enjoyed the view when Sephiroth stretched, seeing the beautiful muscles in his pale body flexed perfectly in control. His long, silver hair only bore a few tangles that the gunman bet would disappear with a simple rake of those pale, long fingers. His crimson eyes wandered downwards to the tip of the long tresses, barely noticing the former general had spun on his heels to regard him with a gentle shine in his jade eyes.
“Well? Are you coming or not?”
It was an invitation Vincent found hard to refuse.
They spent almost half an hour getting completely clean and dressed up. By the time they came down the stairs, everyone was already seated by the table, facing their breakfast. Cid was the first to notice the two lover’s presence, smirking at them. “Look who finally got their asses off each other and came down clean.” Vincent stared at him with a menacingly arched eyebrow while Sephiroth coughed beside the gunman, trying to act oblivious to the double meaning. Tifa went over the table and smacked the pilot’s head with a ladle before taking his cigarette box. Cid smacked his palm on where his precious nicotine supply was previously snuggled under his goggle’s band. Without the box, the goggle slid down to his brow. “What the hell!?”
“Stop talking and eat. I won’t give you your cigarettes back till we’re on the ship, so you’d better finish up fast,” she threatened, tucking the box in her skirt’s back pocket before placing their breakfast on the table. The pilot grumbled and poked on the contents of his plate grudgingly.
“Yeah, you better keep that box snuggled up safe behind your ass. Hey, Cloud. You get this shit every morning?”
“I don’t smoke…” The blond just looked at him dumbly, knowing nothing he could say would stop the pilot from rambling on about women and their nagging habit. He slowly sipped his banana shake; a perfect remedy for hangover that Tifa made for him. Yuffie had one too, although the shinobi was too busy moaning about her head cracking into two and sprouting flowers to actually drink it. The two newcomers took their respective seats next to each other as Tifa insisted, not wanting to get the same fate as Cid.
“Where’s Red?” Yuffie suddenly piped out, suddenly noticing their lion-like friend’s absence.
“Red went hunting,” Cloud provided calmly, “He’ll meet us at the ship later.”
“He must be scared shitless from what he heard last night.”
“Cid…”
Vincent leaned against his seat with a sigh, “I thought the walls were soundproof. Sorry if we disturbed your sleep.” Sephiroth nodded, his face schooled into a solemn expression, “Maybe the walls are too old and the sound went trough the cracks.” Yuffie’s jaws dropped as she eyed the two in shock.
“I can’t believe I missed that!!!” she whined as if she dropped a box of materia into the sea. The shinobi turned to Cloud with hope shining in her green eyes, “Can we stay for another night? Can we?”
The blond visibly paled, “Yuffie, we won’t stay here just for you sneaking around Vincent and Sephiroth’s business!” “Yeah, what he said. I got too many images in my head right now,” added Cid, which earned him a sharp glare from the martial artist. “Whaaaat? You were up too!!”
Sephiroth choked on his drink, it’s the same remedy Tifa made for the other two although he didn’t suffer from hangover. He was wide-awake when they had their fun last night. Vincent worriedly patted his back while Tifa drilled Cid’s ears to shut up and eat his food. The silver-haired man lifted his face up to look at his lover, his lips quivered as he struggled to contain his laughter when the former Turk winked and tilted his head towards the flushed woman.
“Tifa.”
The martial artist stopped shaping the ladle with the pilot’s head to look at Vincent. “Thank you for the present. They were wonderful.” The dark-haired woman turned into every identified shade of red as every pair of eyes in the room; save for two, regarded her with open curiosity.
“Tifa?” Cloud lifted an eyebrow at the bartender, confused of what the gunman was talking about.
“Nothing! Nothing at all!” she almost screamed, waving frantically in the blond leader’s face before smiling nervously at the couple, “Umm…glad you like them!”
“What present?” Yuffie asked again, frowning when no one answered her. She finally noticed her drink and downed it in a single breath, loving the creamy taste of cold milk and banana with a bit of vanilla ice cream. Tifa took the blender from the kitchen counter to refill the shinobi’s glass, moving to check if anyone else needed a refill. Sephiroth had already finished half his glass and he allowed the martial artist to refill his glass. Vincent lifted his eyebrow at this, he didn’t know the silver-haired man enjoyed milky products in the morning. Butter and cheese, maybe…but he usually preferred strong black coffee or sugarless tea for breakfast.
“Sephiroth?”
“Hmm?” The silver-haired man lowered the glass from his lips to regard his lover. A streak of white cream hung above his upper lip and Vincent couldn’t help but to smile ridiculously at the adorable picture. “Does it taste that good?” he asked innocently, curious of why his lover suddenly swung from his usual direction. Sephiroth smirked slyly, leaning closer until their faces were inches away.
“It tastes like you.”
Vincent chuckled, catching on the naughty tone, “Oh really? Let me try.”
Sephiroth was going to hand him the glass before the gunman licked the cream from above his lips and claimed his mouth in a single swipe. Yuffie was squealing on top of her lungs while Tifa immediately caught the glass before it slipped from the former-general’s hand. Cloud stared at them wide-eyed, then he looked down at his half-emptied glass before pushing it as far as he could. A fiery creature padded into the kitchen, “I’m ba-“ Red looked up at the intimate scene before changing his mind, “I think I’ll meet you guys at the ship.” Cid waved at Red to show that he was listening before he turned his attention back towards the kissing couple.
Vincent pulled away slowly, eyes locked on the jade orbs while licking his lips. “Vanilla?” he asked finally, looking down into his lover’s glass.
Tifa nodded hastily, her cheeks burning, “A bit of that.”
“OH MY GAWD! That was SEXY!! I need to bring a camera next time I visit you guys!!!” Yuffie shrieked, giggling uncontrollably when she figured how to plot her evil plans. Cid groaned loudly, reaching for his non-existent cigarette box before he realized it was in Tifa’s pocket.
“That ain’t gonna happen, brat. C’mon, give them some space. I’m done here, I need my smoke so I’m gonna head back to my ship.”
“Count me in, please,” Cloud agreed quickly, pushing his seat back as he stood. “We better be going now. We need to get back to helping Reeve with his project. Besides, Red is already waiting for us.” He nodded once towards Vincent, ”Great to see you again, Vincent. I hope we will see each other again.” His sapphire eyes darted towards the silver-haired man, “And you too. Keep each other happy.” Sephiroth smiled and nodded politely at the blond.
“Okay, we’re done! Let’s go back to Highwind!” Cid paused in his steps, returning to the table to draw the drooling shinobi out of her seat. “C’mon, kid. You don’t wanna see what adults do until you’re at least eighteen.”
“Eighteen!? But…that’ll be two years away!”
“Tell your hormones to wait then.”
The young Wutaian shinobi couldn’t argue as the pilot dragged her out with him, followed closely by Cloud. Tifa smiled at the view before she turned towards the couple, “Seems that we must go now before Yuffie decides to camp out here. By the way, I’ve already arranged everything for you. You can find the groceries in their usual places.”
“Tifa, you didn’t have to do that,” Vincent sighed, he couldn’t stop feeling like a burden when the dark-haired martial artist was around. She just smiled and shook her head slowly.
“It’s no big deal. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call us, okay?”
The gunman nodded slowly, “Thank you again, Tifa.”
The three eventually walked out to meet with the others assembled near the water tower. Highwind was parked pretty close to town, the sight of the massive ship was a little unnatural to the dead town. Cid scanned the area thoughtfully, “This town needs some people to live in it.”
Yuffie punched her palm at her sudden idea, “That’s it! I’m going to move here!”
“What about your quest of restoring Wutai, Yuffie?” asked Cloud plainly, seeing the young shinobi’s face fell drastically at the logic.
“Aww…man…”
Sephiroth chuckled, “You’re always welcomed here, Yuffie. Just remember to give us a call when you decide to come.” Yuffie’s face brightened up as she sprinted towards the silver-haired man and tackled the former general’s waist into a fierce hug. Sephiroth’s eyes widened and he stumbled backwards from the driving force but he managed to stay upright.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The shinobi looked up and grinned, “See? Sephy’s so much sweeter than you, Cloud!”
A pale brow arched, “Sephy?”
“Fine,” the blond swordsman sighed, a small smile graced his face, “Just don’t take advantage of their offer and go snooping around them unnoticed.”
Yuffie stuck her tongue out at the blond, “Hey, I’m not that perverted! Besides, Vinny and Sephy are like big brothers to me, so I should respect them!”
Vincent leaned over to whisper into the silver-haired man’s ear, “She likes to give nicknames.”
Sephiroth nodded slowly at the knowledge, “…Oh.”
“What are you two whispering about?” The two lovers looked down to see Yuffie’s wide, green eyes were trained on both of them. “Are you two talking about me behind my back?” the shinobi asked warily, her eyes critically narrowed to scan both men’s faces.
“Oh, nothing,” Vincent said smoothly, “I just told Sephiroth that you both have the same eye colour so you’re more likely related to him.”
Sephiroth gaped in shock at the betrayal, “Vincent!”
The shinobi grinned, “Really? My big brother!” Sephiroth felt the slender arms squeeze him tightly. For a frame as small as hers, the young Wutaian indeed was strong. Catlike orbs darted to glare murderous daggers at the amused gunman. He mentally wheezed when Yuffie released him, standing in front of them with a bright smile on her young face. “I’m going to miss both of you till we meet again,” she choked out, her eyes glittered softly. She ran into Vincent’s arms and buried her face against the gunman’s chest, stunning the former Turk. Sephiroth merely smirked at the older man, feeling victorious that he was shortly avenged. Vincent gradually realized he had a hand and he patted the young girl’s back soothingly when they heard soft sobs came from the shinobi.
“Don’t be sad, Yuffie. We will meet again, I promise.”
“We promise you’ll see us again,” Sephiroth added, placing a hand on the dark head as he returned his lover’s gaze. “So bring more sake if you wish to try to even the score.” The comment made the shinobi laugh, pushing herself from the gunman’s chest and wiping her tears off sheepishly.
“I’m holding on your word, Sephy.” She sighed shakily, willing herself to calm down. “Later, you two.” They stood there and watched as the group went towards their ship and one by one, climbed up the deck and disappeared into the huge airship. Highwind roared loudly as it began to ascend into the sky, blowing fierce currents of cold air that vainly tried to tangle their long hair. It flew over the town before turning around the rocky mountains to head back towards Midgar. Vincent waved at the massive airship as it flew by, seeing a pair of tiny arms waving frantically from the deck.
“It’s Yuffie,” he said to the silver-haired man beside him, seeing the dark head atop the flailing arms.
“How about a final present for our dear sister?” Vincent didn’t have the chance to ask about it as he was pulled into a hungry kiss. A hand roamed downwards to grab his hard thigh, pulling his left leg up to curl around the swordsman’s waist. A slick limb snaked its way through his opened mouth and Vincent melted with a moan at the first contact of their tongues. He could barely hear Yuffie’s delighted squeal as the engine roar grew faint into the distance. The gunman wrapped his arms around Sephiroth’s neck, returning the kiss feverishly as their tongue twined in their mouths with their bodies pressed close.
“The bedroom?” Sephiroth asked huskily, cupping the Vincent’s round behind in his hand when the former Turk moved to wrap both legs around his waist. His other hand moved to wrap around the older man’s torso to stabilize the gunman while he licked the man’s earlobe.
“Too far…too long …” the gunman pant heavily, sucking and licking on the bared neck as his hands frantically fumbled with both their zippers, “The couch will do.”
~ END ~
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Thank you to HimeAndi, Kirayasha and B for beta-reading this fic! Without you all, this fic won’t be as hot >X3 Will make this fic a trilogy since they still have a few things to settle…^___^;
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