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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's Note:
I watched FFVII:AC and realized that: Vincent's hair is not dark brown, it's
black! So I can't really call him a brunet . . . crap. Well, since I'm lazy, in
this Alternate Universe fic he has brown hair. And brown eyes, you know,
non-vampire thing.

Trinity
Two

Cloud remembered the aftermath
when the troops conquered Ancen. The city was very loosely defended; the
Avalanche apparently underestimated their speed of travel, causing the
reinforcements to be three days behind Shinra�s schedule. It only took two
days of mild battle, and the white flag was already flying above the fort�s
door, sticking straight from Avalanche�s dome-like tent. The army was not the
main threat, not even close. What got under Cloud�s (and many many others�)
skin were the civilians.
Ancen had been in
Avalanche�s possession ever since the initial takeover fifty years ago. The
generation of citizens whom fought the intruders had mostly died off, letting
the army become part of its scenery, and later, its population. New rounds of
troops came and went, not fighting yet perpetually there, acting as peacekeepers
and odd-and-end errand boys. The citizens of Ancen had grown accustomed and even
welcomed their presence. Which was why that, when Shinra came marching through
the fortress doors, the civilians were as happy to see them as bears woken up
from winter hibernation.
Consequently, the next
fortnight was beyond rough for the Shinra soldiers. Cloud didn�t even know how
he managed to survive without missing any of his vital organs. During that time
he had gotten stabbed by a barmaid, found poison in almost every drop of water
he didn�t fetch himself, and received numerous rocks and arrows through his
tent flap. To avoid further incensing the citizens, General Zack had ordered the
troops to endure all assault, as long as there weren�t any casualties, without
harming a single soul. Once they stop seeing us as threat to them and their
properties, Zack had announced, they should stop their foolish gimmicks and
accept us. But, we have to give it time. It is crucial that we hold down this
fort.
Easier said than done. Cloud
considered himself a fairly levelheaded person, but as the days grind on he felt
his nerves chipping away in bits and pieces. God, please give me the patience,
he used to repeat the mantra every night. The patience not to kill the next
person that spat on the ground when I walk by.
Here at Orion, on the other
hand, things were significantly simpler. Orion was a basic military camp,
stashed into the corner of the plains between a mountain pass and a river.
Strategically it was a perfect defense hold, and for the Shinra it was a
challenge to attack. The battles were bloody, casualties fairly high, and Cloud
was dubious of the supposed capture. The rations were running dangerously low,
and although the river provided freshwater, the Avalanche had the intelligence
to build a dam to cinch the flow from their high point. Had it dragged on a few
days more, Cloud would have to report to General Zack and ask for a temporary
cease-fire. His men were tired, hungry, wounded, and provided easy targets for
anyone with reasonable health and a weapon.
Fortunately, their patience
bore its fruit. Orion had surrendered earlier that day, after a month of waiting
entrapment. Cloud personally tore down Avalanche�s blue-and-green flag,
replacing it with the Shinra�s symbol draped in blood-red. The battle was long
and painful, but it left no sour residue and Cloud was just glad he didn�t
need to heed his troops from another vicious aftermath. All that�s left to do
was take care of the prisoners and round up the wounded. Oh, and take a breather
some time before he collapse.
The takeover ended in the late
morning, but he was tied up with matters great and small until well into the
afternoon. By the time he retired to his personal tent, Cloud was ready to drop
on his face. He had taken a hasty shower in the riverbed beside the main camp,
reveling in the cold and clean feeling, but it did not alleviate his fatigue. He
had stumbled inside the warm structure, expecting a comfortable and empty room,
but found none other than the second lieutenant sitting on the bed, looking at
him with calm and languid eyes.
�What�re you doing
here?� he had asked.
�Who do you think put up
this tent?� was the reply.
The conversation ended there.
Cloud vaguely remembered climbing on top of the sheets and Vincent�s body, and
the rest was �
�Major Strife!� came
Zack�s voice from ahead. Cloud snapped his head up, directly into his
superior�s laughing eyes. Cloud swallowed.
�Daydreaming on the job?�
Zack sounded amused.
�No sir!� Cloud replied
hastily. He reined his horse forward, closer to where the general was. �All
areas clear, sir!�
Zack chuckled. �Relax,
Major. What�s the stats?�
Cloud briefly described the
current situation. Based upon his surveying for the last few hours, the
casualties were a bit better than he had first anticipated. His regimen had more
than one-third men left with minimal injuries, another third were alive but
required drastic medical attention. The medics were already on the field,
busying with stretchers and blood transfusion and morphine. From where the two
of them were standing, Cloud could see the horse-carts full of bodies and
patients running to the center camp.
�In other words,� Zack
said after a moment, �everything is relatively fine and under control at the
moment, yes?�
Cloud nodded in assent. He let
his horse gallop side-by-side with Zack, as they both began the journey back
toward the heart of Orion. Cloud heard his stomach grumble. He was famished,
since he hadn�t eaten anything since daybreak. He could use some nourishment.
�So,� Zack spoke again,
this time in a much more conversational manner, �Cloud, what are we going to
do about your punishment?�
�My what?�
Zack gave him a look. �The
adequate reprimand for your little . . . incident . . . earlier.�
�Oh . . .� Cloud felt his
face grew hot. He should know better than to expect someone like Zack to simply
forget the episode. Wishful thinking.
Zack grinned. �Gee, how old
are you, Major? Still getting tomato-faced. Come on, you tell me what should be
done. I�m sure the army code had something to say about that.�
It did. It was the only
paragraph in the entire handbook he actually memorized verbatim. Zack made every
soldier recite the code within the first week they joined, no exceptions. Cloud
was prepared, though, to answer the question he anticipated ever since the first
time he and Vincent spent the night in the same tent.
�Yes sir,� Cloud began
softly. � �In the case of possible sexual assault and/or relations with a
civilian, a policy of zero tolerance would be enforced. For initial offense, the
party at fault gets a week of solitary confinement and appropriate demotions in
rank. For repeated offense, the party at fault will be discharge from the
army.� � He paused. �But sir, it said-�
�Yes?�
Cloud didn�t continue.
Something in Zack�s tone unnerved him. He looked at the ground, silent.
�But it said civilian and
not fellow soldier, didn�t it? Because somehow it just never considered
that a possibility, which I admit, is a pretty damn big loophole. Don�t you
think?�
Cloud looked up and frowned.
Did he hear this right? General Zack was still grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Cloud scratched his head.
�Soldier,� Zack sighed,
�why do you think I made you read the code so many times? All of you know the
basic concepts by heart. But I�m sure many have missed, or perhaps did not
ponder, on such small specifications, no? Those rules aren�t made to be
broken, no, but if they have loopholes big enough to fit in an elephant, well
then, people are going to take advantage of them.�
�Sir. . .?�
Zack smirked. �So, with this
unnecessary clarification written down in plain sight, you can damn well screw
anyone, as long as he�s a fellow soldier, and I cannot do a thing about it
legally. I certainly have no right to kick such a fine officer like you out of
the divisions based on that alone.�
Cloud didn�t know whether to
think his superior officer merciful or insane. Either way, he seemed to be off
the hook, officially. �Um, thank you, sir.� He stuttered.
�Ah ah, don�t thank me,
thank the idiots who drafted the code. Me, I have personal questions for you.
Considering that your punishment, hmm?�
�Q-questions?� Cloud
blanched.
�Yeah,� Zack let his horse
cut in front of Cloud�s. �How long have you and the lieutenant been, uh,
fucking?�
�Uh, um, it ��
�Too blunt? I�ll rephrase
it, then. How ��
�No no! That�s
unnecessary, sir. I . . .�
Cloud knew the general was
enjoying watching him squirm. He again swallowed hard, still not looking up to
meet the dark-haired man�s eyes. �Two years.�
Zack�s jaw dropped. �Holy
crap! I�ve been way out of the loop. Two years! Does Reno know this?�
Cloud nodded.
�And if he knows, then Elena
and Rude . . .�
Cloud nodded again.
�Huh,� The general�s
face belied astonishment. �I thought I knew everything about my men. Guess I
need to work on that.�
�You have a lot of men,
sir,� Cloud contributed.
�Right. Nice try, Major. You
know, I used to hear a lot of things about you that I dismissed as half-rumors
not worth investigating, but maybe they have merits after all.�
�Rumors, sir?� Cloud
frowned slightly. First time he heard of such.
Zack smirked again. �I
suggest you ask Vincent about this. I�m sure he�s a much better candidate
for, uh, enlightening your knowledge. Take care, soldier.�
Cloud restrained himself from
asking more questions. They had reached Orion, and slowed their horses down as a
stable boy trotted up to take the beasts from them. Cloud dismounted, still
mindful of the conversation past, and only half-concentrated on where he was
going. The general had headed off toward the direction of the main cluster of
tents; probably to check on the medics.
Cloud looked around him and
sighed. His stomach grumbled loudly once more. The evening mass had undoubtedly
passed, but there would be leftover food at least. He often forgets that Zack
was not of the same faith, and hence wouldn�t be very aware of these rituals
among the soldiers. Cloud wouldn�t exactly call himself devoted, but he always
made it a point to go to the one prayer after a victory. It seemed appropriate.
Well, too late now. He grabbed
a passing private, inquired about the location of food supplies. With the
arrival of General Sephiroth from behind the lines, Cloud was sure they brought
the much-needed nourishment from Mana. After hearing the tent number, he
immediately turned to that direction and broke into a light run. His body needed
to be fed, so he let his legs do their job.

Zack found Sephiroth in a
clearing between two trees, training. His seven-foot-long sword in a blur around
him, picking up wind in a cyclone of leaves. Zack watched.
He lost more weight, Zack
thought, crossing his arms and stepped to the side, his back against the support
of a nearby tent. Sephiroth looked positively gaunt. His cheekbones were getting
hollow, his chin sharp enough to cut paper, and his hair was wilting. Zack
remembered when they were both fresh recruits in the Shinra Army, Sephiroth�s
hair had been the talk among his fellow soldiers. Long and fine and silky and platinum,
of all colors. Sephiroth hated it when people touched his hair, which was
exactly why Zack took every opportunity to yank on them, earning the glares and
sometimes a punch hard enough to leave bruises. Zack thought it was hilarious.
Now, the pure white mass of
hair had on a grey tone. The shine was dull, although pulled back into the tight
high ponytail concealed some of the damage. Anyone could see that the great
general Sephiroth was tired. Not a wonder, Zack smiled bitterly, he was reaching
his own limit. They had been in this war for fifteen years.
The Holy Land was always a
hotspot for dispute, for obvious reasons. The city of Nadia received thousands
of pilgrims every year from all over the globe. Along with them came exchange of
goods and information. Everyone spoke the same language there, and on the soil
for worship all appeared equal. Nevertheless, the different factions of religion
had fought over the control of the Holy Land for centuries, all wanted to share
in its glory. The Avalanche and the Shinra were simply the most contemporary and
powerful factions of date.
The war was declared before
Zack was born. A good twenty years before, actually. Zack only knew the big
details, such as the reason for their path to force was because Avalanche had
sealed off the Shinra�s pilgrim privileges. The Holy Road was now only open to
ones whose faith lay within Avalanche, cutting off all other religion�s
worship passage to Nadia. The Prime Minister of Shinra at that time was beyond
infuriated. He declared war almost within a week of the so-called eviction
notice, but Shinra was much weaker then, and no major battles broke out between
the two strips of people.
It was different now. Zack�s
generation had bred a surge of heroes. Zack remembered his mother�s voice,
telling him the stories of the Holy Land and its beauty. Their family did not
share Shinra�s doctrines, but Mother had firmly believed that no one should be
barred from his religious practice. We live on this land, she had said. We
should help these people, because their welfare is just as important as our own.
Remember this, Zack, for we are all free under the same sky.
With that ideal in mind, Zack
joined the army and leapt through the ranks, making general at the mere age of
seventeen. He spent the next eleven years on the front lines, bringing the small
meek Shinra army into a considerable force. The invasion into the land of
Avalanche was mostly Zack�s effort, with Sephiroth fighting closely behind
him. They had met when Zack was a corporal. The dark-haired man never liked the
supposed status of titles, and hence spent most of his time with his men rather
than alone in a tent. It was something he never grew out of.
Zack watched Sephiroth dance
with the sword, graceful and deadly as always. He smiled, his hazel eyes
sparkled with the moonlight. �The enemy�s behind you!� he said, pointing
toward a nonexistent shadow in the distance.
Sephiroth didn�t stop the
roundhouse he was performing. �Would you like to help me, then, General?�
�Oh?� Zack raised an
eyebrow. �I�m sorry, o mighty one, I think I�ll have to decline. I have
other ��
His sentence was sharply cut
off when the point of the silver glistening weapon suddenly appeared underneath
his chin. The point grazed his neck, leaving a small cut in the skin. Zack
froze, but the smile remained on his face.
The two men stared at each
other for a while. Finally, Sephiroth�s lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes
glowed. �Care to dance?�
�Daren�t I refuse?� Zack
replied, pulling out his massive blade behind his back. What followed was only
the crisp sound of metal clashing together, and bright sparks illuminated the
surrounding field.

Something warm was on his
face, wet and soft and moving rapidly. He let out a small moan, shifting his
position and turning his head to the opposite side. The warmth didn�t fade.
Light puffs of air above it tickled his cheeks, and Vincent wanted to brush it
away. But his hands were malfunctioning, glued to his sides on top of the
covers. Covers?
It took him a few moments to
remember he was on a bed, and even longer whose bed it was. By then Vincent also
recognized the warmth as someone�s tongue thoroughly licking his face, the
lips soft and caressed his skin. Vincent didn�t open his eyes. Instead, he
reached up, mildly surprised at his arm�s regained mobility, and searched for
that tickle spot along the familiar shape of a back.
�Oh!� he heard a grunt,
and the bed dipped on his right side. Vincent smiled, finally letting the lids
of his eyes lift. Cloud Strife was lying beside him, giving him a fairly hard
glare under the lit candlelight.
Vincent propped himself up on
his elbows. �You look beat.�
Cloud scoffed lightly.
�Well, pardon me for not having the leisure to sleep away the afternoon. I had
a job to do.�
�What time is it?�
�Just past eight thirty.�
Vincent didn�t trust his
ears. Eight thirty? It couldn�t be. He frowned, trying to disprove Cloud�s
words by observing his surroundings, and realized that his lover was in fact,
very correct. The candlemark had been burning for at least an hour, and they
only light them after sundown. Crickets chirped crisply outside the tent.
Vincent put an arm on his forehead, his brain incapable of processing the escape
of time.
�How did �� he began,
sitting up slowly as if to avoid a head rush. �How did I manage to �?�
�Fall asleep for so long?�
Cloud answered him. His voice no longer came from Vincent�s side, so Vincent
reopened his eyes. The blonde was walking toward the table, stripping off his
uniform at the same time. �I�m surprised you didn�t earlier. I wasn�t
the one who had camped outside Orion for the past two days. Did you sleep at all
when you were out there?�
Vincent shook his head. The
battle this morning was still fresh on his mind. His men�s cries, the
cannonballs, and the rapid succession of gunfire left their echoes in his skull.
Vincent sighed quietly, shifting his body on the bed to stretch out his legs.
They had grown numb from the motionless nap. He looked up, catching Cloud
opening a package on the table with one hand and pulling off his pants with the
other. Vincent raised both eyebrows.
�Don�t look at me like
that,� Cloud said, successfully accomplishing both tasks and kicking away the
garments to a corner by the fire. �I don�t want to touch these uniforms for
the rest of my life. God knows how long it�s been since they�re washed. You
hungry?�
With the question came the
response of Vincent�s stomach. The hunger since this morning made itself known
loudly, causing its bearer to flush red in the cheeks. Cloud gave him an amused
smile, motioning toward the brown paper bag on the table. Vincent took a glance
and immediately stood up, eyes burning like bright coals as he rounded the
wooden circle. He hadn�t seen real meat for months, and the bread was fresh
and not green with mold. Vincent swallowed down his gathering saliva.
�Oh my,� he muttered.
�Where did this come from?�
�General Sephiroth,� was
the reply.
The mention of that name
re-jolted Vincent�s memory of the afternoon. �Oh,� he answered, hands
reaching for the sandwiches slowing down a fraction. �The troops are already
here?�
�Yeah.� Slender fingers
sketched across his waist from behind, pulling on the strings of his sleep pants
but not undoing the tie. �They got here just before dinner, I heard.� A
gentle kiss graced his shoulder, as Vincent crossed himself and said a prayer
before biting ravenously into the sandwich he picked up. Ham and cheese had
never tasted so good.
Before he knew it he had
finished one and was eager for another. His body thanked him for the necessity,
but was not anywhere near sated. He leaned against the edge of the table, aware
of Cloud�s slender body behind him and feeling the beginning of an erection
emerging beneath the drawstrings. Vincent cursed at man�s endless desires.
Here one wasn�t even completely fulfilled and another had taken over already,
demanding attention that Vincent wasn�t sure he didn�t want to give. Not
with a certain blonde�s hands moving like that on his stomach.
The second sandwich didn�t
make its way to his mouth. Cloud stepped beside him, turning his body slightly
so they faced each other. One hand came up and held onto his wrist, gently yet
firmly. Vincent raised an eyebrow, asking the question in silence. Cloud smiled.
�I missed dinner,� the
blonde said.
�You didn�t eat?�
Vincent didn�t know whether to be touched or angry at Cloud for bringing him
food first.
�That, too.� Cloud
replied.
Ah, he understood. Cloud had
missed mass, and the unspoken request was heard plainly. Vincent nodded, putting
the sandwich back down on the brown paper and knelt where he stood. Cloud
followed suit. They both removed their necklaces � Vincent�s dark brown
rosaries against Cloud�s silver cross � and held them respectively in their
hands. The cords twined together with their fingers.
�Holy Father,� Vincent
recited softly, �we accept at Thy hand, with all its anxieties, pains, and
sufferings, whatever kind of death it shall please Thee to be ours. And yet, we
thank Thee, for sparing our measly lives for another day, to bath in Thy Glory
and Thy Mercy. In nomine Patrius, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, Amen.�
�Amen,� repeated Cloud.
They crossed themselves and
exchanged a brief kiss on the cheek. Cloud put his necklace back on while
Vincent simply laid his piece on the table, on top of the map of the Holy Land.
He picked up a sandwich and separated it in half, offering one triangular piece
to the blonde beside him. They ate the rest of the food in comfortable silence.
It was after the paper was
thrown away and the candlemark read well into the night that Cloud re-approached
him. Vincent was sitting on the chair that General Zack occupied earlier,
thinking inane thoughts when a muscular chest draped in white cotton swam in his
view. Warm weight settled on top of his thighs and Vincent raised his head,
seeing the lips before they met his own. He encircled his arms around the body,
tracing the sinew on Cloud�s back as the blonde rocked lightly, rubbing their
erections together in an electrifying manner. Vincent groaned. He tugged the
edge of Cloud�s shirt, bunching the cloth and slipping it out of the
blonde�s boxers. Cloud broke off the kiss, lifting his arms so Vincent could
pull the shirt over his head. It ended up halfway across the room.
�A penny for your
thoughts,� Cloud murmured against Vincent�s lips. Vincent let his hands do
their own wandering, sidling into the crease between fabric and flesh to taste
the skin on Cloud�s round bottom. Smooth and firm the muscles were, and
Vincent almost willed himself to forget that Cloud had just asked a question.
The boxers slid down Cloud�s parted thighs, stuck between their legs for the
moment.
�Do you love me?� he said,
completely surprised himself and caught the equally surprised expression on
Cloud�s face. The blonde pulled back from him, arms instilled on his shoulders
and eyes searching his for an explanation. Vincent had none.
�What brought this up?�
Cloud�s hands drifted downward, pressing his nipples and making them hard as
pins. Vincent arched slightly, but his eyes remained sharp and open, focused on
Cloud�s cheekbones.
�Say you love me.�
�Why?�
�Say it,� he repeated,
fully aware of its futileness yet still had to hear it. Just to hear it.
Cloud looked at him with hazy
eyes. He leaned over, started to kiss Vincent again but the brunet turned his
face. �Just say it.� Vincent reiterated, lifting Cloud up to remove the
bothersome piece of cloth near their kneecaps.
Cloud kicked off his last bit
of cover with his toes. Settling once more atop Vincent�s legs, he started to
untie the cord on the sleep pants.
�I love you,� Cloud said.
Vincent felt the cord loosen
and soon, cold fingers wrapped themselves around his erection. He stifled a
moan, instead moved to grab the blonde�s ass firmly, and stood up in one quick
motion. Cloud yelped at the sudden loss of balance, arms lifted immediately to
hold on to Vincent�s neck. His legs wrapped around Vincent�s midriff,
clamping down on his hips and hooking the feet together to avoid falling. The
brunet leaned back, carrying the major like a child with a broken leg.
�Good.� Vincent replied,
before walking the few feet of distance between the chair and the bed. His pants
joined Cloud�s boxers on the floor. Vincent stepped out of the tangle, then
fell forward, dropping the blonde onto the mattress and landed heavily on top of
him. Cloud yelped again.
�Now,� Vincent felt
himself smirk, �where were we?�
Cloud�s eyes sparked for a
second. Lust-ridden and bright, the blue pierced through him as he felt the
blonde�s legs tightened around him, muscles tensing in that oh-so-familiar
grip. His own hips was grabbed roughly, the crevice explored and his entrance
expertly teased. He shifted, pushing their privates together and elicited a
grunt from the man under him.
The kisses followed were
frantic. The smell was starting to get to him, Cloud�s smell. It wasn�t
potent when they were on that chair, but on this bed, where they always had sex
whenever a break was available, Cloud�s scent was overpowering. Vincent felt
heady. He pushed Cloud�s arms above their heads, spreading the fingers and
rubbing the inside of Cloud�s wrists. The blonde under him arched, legs opened
wide and Vincent smiled into their battling lips. Cloud had a weak spot there.
He realized his erection was
starting to kill him. Cloud�s wasn�t any better, sticking against his belly
and already slick with fluids. Vincent paused, his breaths labored and uneven.
He reached under the pillow, trying to find the vial of oil he had left there
earlier. Cloud took the opportunity to fully assault his neck and back, nails
and teeth leaving their telltale marks on his pale skin. Vincent moaned,
grabbing the bottle and twisting open the cap brusquely to pour the yellow
liquid over his hands. Waiting fingers took the vial from him before he could
drop it � his whole body was shaking � Cloud�s voice whispered in his ear.
�Yes.�
His hands were cold against
the flushed skin between Cloud�s thighs. Two of his long fingers slipped in
the blonde�s entrance easily, and he added one more, stretching the spongy
surface and searching for that spot. He found it, and Cloud immediately
thrashed, writhing around him and Vincent reeled, loving the feel of erratically
moving limbs and the clamping motion on his fingers. He kissed Cloud�s throat,
withdrew his hand, and parted the blonde�s legs further. Cloud�s eyes shut
closed.
Vincent positioned himself and
struck in one deep thrust. Warm slick heat enveloped him, and Vincent couldn�t
stop moving promptly after the initial penetration. He kept a steady rhythm,
angling to hit Cloud�s spot each time he withdrew. The blonde moaned in time
with him, weaving fingers into his hair and tugged hard. Vincent closed his eyes
also, let his body completely take over and thought of nothing but friction and
softness and smell and pleasure. Oh, the pleasure.
His hips moved faster and
faster. The bed creaked � it always had � and Vincent wandered briefly why
did Cloud keep the same makeshift bed throughout their travels. The thought died
quickly, when his blood all rushed elsewhere and Vincent arched up, driving his
hips downward as a particular tension within Cloud rubbed him in exactly the
right way. He moaned loudly, vision dizzy and the smell, that smell,
soared around him. He couldn�t hold on any longer.
Vincent cried out when he
came. The powerful orgasm left him trembling like a leaf in autumn. His body was
useless as he fell on top of Cloud, trying to brace the impact by curling his
arms but failing. He lay there, catching his breath and wrapping himself tighter
against the blonde. His penis softened and pulled out, soaking a patch of the
sheet in the process. What a nuisance, Vincent vaguely considered.
He reached down and found that
Cloud was still hard as a rock, so Vincent forced himself to move. He freed his
hair from the firm grip, opened his eyes to gaze at Cloud�s face and found
only lustful eyes, empty and unfocused. Vincent slid downward, leveled his nose
with Cloud�s stiff shaft and took it in his mouth. The head hit the back of
his throat and Vincent sucked in reflex.
It only took two licks.
Stickiness poured out immediately after and Vincent let go, only catching a bit
on his lower lip. Most of the mess landed on Cloud�s stomach, stretched taut
as the blonde tossed his head back in a shaking groan. Vincent felt his arms
being grabbed hard enough to leave bruises. He waited patiently for Cloud to
ride out the high into the drowsy afterglow.
He exhaled, rolling to the
side and grabbing a corner of the bedspread to wipe off the still warm ejaculate
before it settled. Cloud was already gone, lids closed and mouth slack in the
zone between sleep and wake. It was unusual, but Vincent dismissed it as
exhaustion from the day. He himself had slept a few hours, after all.
He pulled out the blankets
from under them and covered up. The candle was still burning brightly, yet
Vincent was too comfortable to bother get out of bed and put it out. It�s not
going to burn down the tent, so what�s the harm? He stretched out his body
until every muscle had enough room, then turned to his side, facing his lover,
and contently drifted off to sleep.
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