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Kiss Me Thru the Phone	By : mizperceived Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, nor do I make a profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-sexting 101
- 2-phone bonin' 202
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or settings of Final Fantasy VII. They are the sole creative property of SquareEnix. I do however own my insanity and perversity. Nor do I make a profit from this endeavor, I will however gain carpal tunnel syndrome eventually.

Title: Kiss Me Thru the Phone

Warnings: AU-ish, OCC-ness, Yaoi, lemons, smut, language, and crude humor. Abuse of cellular communications =D

Rating: M for sMutty!

Pairings: Tseng/Vincent

Summary: Vincent decides it's finally time to catch up with modern man and go hi-tech, though he still can't see the purpose of a cell phone and its accessories. Two-Shot

A/N: I'm going to assume (I hate doing that) that Gaia has time zones… so work with me here on time differences, kay? Kay! Also, this will become dialogue heavy so bear with me.

Kiss Me Thru the Phone

Chapter 2

Over the last month that Vincent had his cell phone he had gotten more comfortable using the phone, especially the special features like the camera. There was only one mishap that Tseng was aware of. Of course, this was kept a secret from Vincent. If the crimson eyed gunner ever found out that Tseng "accidentally" left his phone out in the open with a picture of a very naked Vincent visible that may or may not have been seen by and subsequently forwarded to certain redheaded Turk's personal phone, well… it goes without saying that nothing short of Chaos would ensue.

Tseng had done his best to initiate some dirty talk over the phone while both men were at work but unfortunately calls were either dropped or Vincent would cut him off before he could even flirt a bit. Tseng let it go, figuring he wouldn't push his boyfriend any further than he had. For all of Vincent's quirks, he still had some old fashion sensibilities.

One week later…

Tseng and Elena were spending the last two weeks traveling from Costa del Sol to Rocket Town and beyond, meeting with a few possible recruits for the Turks. Normally, it was a task he would have let Reno and Rude handle but the memory and lawsuits from last time still had yet to dissipate. Drinking "car bombs" while making car bombs… only Reno.

*69*

While Tseng was busy with work over the last few weeks, Vincent decided that it would be as good a time as any to catch up with some of his comrades from the days of saving Gaia from Sephiroth. He and Cloud saw each other frequently, thanks in part to their work with the WRO but more so because of the on going relationship the ex-mercenary had with Reno.

Relaxing in one of the backrooms of 7th Heaven were Vincent, Cloud, Barrett and Cid. Barrett insisted that they do something manly together, seeing as how Tifa had been running roughshod over both he and Cloud for the last few days. According to both Barrett and Cid there was nothing better than sitting around a table, drinking good liquor, gambling and watching some inane sporting event on a big screen tv, which is exactly what they were doing or at least attempting, apparently beginners luck in poker was something that Cloud had in spades much to the chagrin of the brusque pilot.

It was then, in the middle of a round of Rocket Town Hold 'Em that an advertisement on the television caught Vincent's eye. He paused in his wagering as he turned his head fully to watch scantily clad women try to look seductive while holding old fashion corded phones. A ridiculously long disclaimer flashed on the screen as well as prices per minute and so on.

"Eh," Cid sneered as he looked at what had his best friend's rapt attention. "Fuckin scams is what that is!"

"How would you know?"

"Three Gil just for the first minute and then another Gil for every minute after that… think about it Spike-brains. How long does it take ya to jack off? Don't answer that but we'll go for ten minutes. Do the math, three plus nine equal what?" Cid paused for a brief second to let the pseudo leader of their ragtag gang do the mental calculations. "Twelve bucks. Twelve Gaia Damned Gil just to have some phone sex. It's a rip off!"

Phone sex, how would… why would… I don't think I really want to know this answer, Vincent thought.

"I agree," Cloud chuckled.

"People done pay for dat shit?"

"Obviously, Barrett," Cloud replied. "The entire sex industry is worth over a few billion Gil."

"Eh, don't be surprised if that dildo ya shove up yer ass says 'ShinRa' on it somewhere," the pilot smirked.

"Whatever happened to good old obscene phone calls, yeah?"

"That's what I'm talkin' bout!" Cid shouted as he pointed his lit cigarette in Barrett's direction. Vincent leaned back in his chair to avoid the smoldering embers for coming near his face. "There was a time when ya would answer ya phone and have no fuckin' clue who it was and if ya wanted ta get ya rocks off, you randomly called a number from the phone book."

Vincent let the conversation flow around him. Cid and Barrett were going back and forth about the "good old days" of telecommunications while Cloud tried vainly to point out the good points of the advancements in technology. While they were debating, Vincent tried to process what he was able to discern from them.

"Why would someone participate in such an activity?"

He hadn't meant to blurt out the question but now that he had, three sets of eyes turned towards him in amusement.

"Phone fuckin? Well they do it cause… ah," Cid stammered as he looked to Cloud for help.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Because I know you beat ya shit whenever that fuckin' annoying Turk calls," Cid yelled back.

"So people pay to use a phone for sexual stimulation?" Vincent for the life of him could not understand why someone would do that, granted he did enjoy the slight vibration his phone caused when a call or message came in while it was in his pocket, but still.

"Ya really can't be that dense, eh? They're talkin dirty ta each other while jerkin' off, fool," Barrett finally clarified.

Vincent's barely audible 'oh' was accompanied by a faint blush that he quickly hid beneath the high cowl of his crimson cloak. To think, people do this… often. Some even pay for it. His curiosity was almost sated but he wanted to make sure he was on the right track with his thinking so he asked in what he hoped was an off hand manner, "it's kind of like sexting, right?"

"Yeah," Cloud said hoping to quickly change the subject as he heard the kids thrashing around in the next room. The rest of the night went on without much more entertainment. Cid and Barrett had started discussing the new advances in hydraulic machinery and how each could possibly implement it in either their ship or arm in Barrett's case. Cloud had not so surprisingly snuck off a bit earlier with a shit-eating grin on his face when his phone rang. Vincent really didn't want to hazard a guess as to why, figuring it had something to do with their discussion earlier.

The ex-Turk figured it was as good a time as any to take his leave and head home. Home, where Tseng should be but was out on a mission. Once he got through his door, he stripped out of his cloak and boots, and then padded into his bedroom. Flopping down face first onto the massive bed, which suddenly seemed so large and cold without Tseng waiting in it. He rested his chin on his lover's pillow, breathing in the scent of cherry blossoms and musk, the scent of the Wutain.

Vincent reached down in between his body and the bed and fished out his cell phone from the pocket of his leather pants and brought the contraption towards his face. Not wanting to move from the overly comfortable contorted position, Vincent hit the speed dial for Tseng and pressed the key for the speakerphone.

The call immediately went to voicemail. That, Vincent hadn't really expected as Tseng always answered his phone. It wasn't that late and Vincent knew there would be a slight time difference but still. Tseng was probably in the middle of a flight and had turned his phone off. Listening to Tseng's calm and melodic tone, Vincent smiled into the pillow as the crisp and professional voicemail message asked that the caller leave their name, number and a brief message. The gunner waited until the beep sounded and took a deep breath, he had gotten hard just hearing Tseng's voice. But, can I?

"It's me," he took a deep breath as he let his gauntlet clad hand scrap down the side of his body, until the cold golden palm was cupping his quickly hardening penis through his leather trousers. "Nngh, I miss you. When are you coming home?" He really didn't care if he sounded like a whiny bitch; he was hard and Tseng had been gone long enough as far as he and his demons were concerned. "Call me…" he let his voice trail off with a light airy moan before disconnecting the call and rolling onto his back.

Vincent bit his bottom lip as he swatted thick black locks away from his face with his human hand. I can't believe I just did that, left a slightly indecent message on Tseng's phone. He didn't spent too much time contemplating it as exhaustion finally crept in and swept him away into a peaceful sleep.

*69*

Tseng was beyond exhausted by the time he and Elena had made landfall and located their hotel that they were staying at for the night. The had just begun the journey back towards Edge after an excruciatingly long day of meeting with recruits as well as Tseng doing the Public Relations thing for Rufus with the town and village leaders. All in all, the extended mission has been a success. Out of the twenty prospects they met ten were definite with five meeting them back in Edge next week to start the very first Turk Class.

The Director didn't waste anytime getting into his hotel room. It was small and nondescript but it was clean and had hot water in the shower and clean sheets on the bed. Luxuries that we take for granted when not out on missions, he thought. It had been two weeks since he'd been home, two weeks since he got to enjoy his bed and his lover. Vincent, he thought, who would guess that I would miss him this much in only two weeks.

Tseng let a small smile play over his lips as he quickly disrobed, taking the time to neatly hang his dress shirt and pants, as well as the suit jacket on the complimentary dry cleaning hanger the hotel provided. He opened his room door and hung the suit over the doorknob knowing that housekeeping would arrive in a few short minutes to pick it up. It was a ShinRa hotel after all and Rufus insisted that their most important guests were treated exceptionally well and who could be more important than the Director? Well, besides Rufus that is.

Clad in only his boxers, Tseng grabbed his laptop and cell phones and climbed onto the bed hoping to catch up on some of the work that Reno and Rude were emailing him daily. It was at this point that Tseng noticed his personal cell phone had been turned off, hoping that he hadn't missed any important calls; he quickly turned it on and waited for the smart phone to start up.

"Damn," he muttered when he saw that he had missed a call from Vincent. Quickly scrolling through the applications he went to his visual voice mail and called up the messages that he had yet to listen too. Tseng put the phone on speaker as he set about answering some emails on his laptop. He was only listening with half an ear as the first four messages from Rufus and Reno respectively played.

"It's me," he heard and there was no mistaking who that baritone belonged too. Tseng felt a shiver of recognition radiate from his spine as he heard the gunner's breathing into the phone. Tseng's right eyebrow shot up as he stared at the phone when he heard the slight moan being played over the voicemail.

"…Call me…"

The Director stared dumbfounded at the phone for what felt like an eternity before the heat of the laptop started to seep into his boxers and feel not entirely too pleasurable against his stiffening cock. Stealing a glance at the alarm clock on the table, Tseng made a quick decision to call Vincent. It was about 2 in the morning back in Edge, midnight where he was. Closing the laptop and making sure it was out of the way and safely stored on the floor, Tseng rested his back against the pillows, listening to the voicemail once more time before calling his lover.

Tseng couldn't resist palming his erection as he mentally replayed Vincent's voice message while waiting for the man to answer his phone. The Director smiled devilishly when he call was answered on the third ring.

*69*

Vincent reached out blindly and grabbed his ringing cell phone from where it rested on the pillow besides his head. Cracking open a crimson colored eye but quickly shut it as the light from the phone's screen was nearly blinding in the dark room. Pressing his thumb against the accept button, Vincent licked his dry lips and mumbled with a sleep laden voice into the phone.

"Sleeping my love?"

Vincent's eyes popped open when he heard that voice. The voice that when it was directed to him was the only time it had a hint of a smile it in. The voice that belonged to the man that owned his heart and soul. Tseng.

"No," Vincent tried to discreetly clear his voice as he scooted up into a sitting position in the center of the bed. "I was just resting my eyes. "

"I see."

"Tseng…"

"Hm?"

"When are you coming home?"

"Miss me?"

Vincent was about to playfully deny that he missed the man but before he could utter a sound, Tseng continued on with his side of the conversation.

"Or do you miss my hands on your skin? My lips brushing against yours before trailing down the pale column of your throat? Maybe, maybe you miss how my nails scrape the tender flesh of your thighs as you mount my thick cock and ride me, huh?" With each word, Tseng's voice had gotten huskier and slower in delivery.

Vincent groaned as he felt his erection that had subsided in sleep reawaken with force.

"You like that, huh?" Vincent knew it was a rhetorical question; there was no mistaking the smirk that was in the Wutain's voice. "What are you wearing?" Vincent chuckled lightly at the question before Tseng insisted that he was serious.

"I'm still in my leather pants and shirt. I seemed to have passed out after calling you," he replied.

"Take them off," Tseng ordered.

"Tseng."

"Take them off, Vincent. Now. And while you're up I want you to grab the bottle of lotion from my dresser, you know which one I'm talking about."

"The Wutainese Cherry Blossom?"

"That's the one my love," Tseng purred into the phone as he held the device to his ear as he walked from the bed into the hotel room's bathroom. It took him a moment but he was able to locate the complimentary bottles of shampoo, conditioner and lotion. Grabbing the travel sized lotion bottle, he flipped the cap open and took a quick sniff. It smelled of coconut and lime, not a particular favorite but it would suffice as lube. By the time he padded back over to the bed, shucked his boxers off and climbed back onto the mattress, he heard Vincent breathe into the phone.

"Alright," Vincent spoke up.

"Got everything?"

"Yes, but why…"

"Don't ask questions. Just close your eyes, relax and listen to my voice," Tseng murmured as he shouldered his cell phone, using one hand to squirt a bit of lotion into the other. An idea struck Tseng at the moment and he smiled slightly. "Activate the speakerphone and rest it on your torso. You need both your hand and gauntlet for what I have planned," the Director's voice was a low rumble in Vincent's ear.

Vincent tried to feign being nonchalant about the whole thing but truthfully, he knew where this was leading too and his heart hammered in his chest in anticipation. He knew it wasn't going to be anywhere near as explosive as it would be if Tseng were here but it would be something and it would be so satisfying.

"Okay," Vincent said a bit too breathlessly.

"Good boy," Tseng replied.

"You say that as if I'm a dog," the gunner scowled before realizing he was talking into thin air and not at Tseng.

"If the demonic beast fits," the Wutain chuckled. "I realized," Tseng, continued on, "since I've been gone there are so many things I love about you." Those few words sent a thrill of happiness coursing through the gunner on the other end of the call. "One thing I love most though, can you guess what it is? I'll tell you," he said without pausing. "I love your taste, Vincent."

"My… taste?" Vincent's voice hitched slightly. Tseng's voice had dropped another octave and was thoroughly arousing to the other male. "What about my taste?"

"The taste of your skin lingers on my tongue," the Turk let the words stretch out over a moan as he wrapped his fist around his needy cock, stroking it slowly and methodically. "The taste of your lips against mine is so sweet," he groaned. 'But nothing and I mean nothing tastes better then when your cum gushes in my mouth and I let it trickle down my throat… fuck it's so good."

Vincent panted lightly as a slight sheen of sweat misted over his skin. He was aroused initially by Tseng's voice but to hear the ever-proper Director say the things he was saying, needless to say he was painfully hard and itching to relieve himself. As if he read the other's mind, Tseng's voice cut into Vincent's lust hazed mind.

"Are you touching yourself yet, my pet?" Vincent could only groan in response as he wrapped his gauntlet-clad hand around his turgid length, pumping himself furiously. "Using your gauntlet I bet," Tseng hissed as he squeezed his own erection harder as images of past encounters where he had Vincent masturbate in front of him played in his mind's eye. "Run… mmm," he hummed as a quick pulse of sensation shot through him. "Go ahead," the Wutain encourage. "Stick the tip of one of those talons inside and scrap some of that precum out for me."

Vincent couldn't resist bucking his hips into his closed fist as he did as Tseng instructed, letting the sharp edge of one of the gauntlet's fingers scrape against the skin as he used his human hand to reach in between his legs to tug on his sac.

Tseng bit back a gasp as he heard Vincent's keening moans resonate through his earpiece. He was so close, so close to releasing all over his fist. Vincent had no idea what those sounds did to the Director.

"That's it baby," Tseng panted. "You sound so goood,' he groaned. "Fuck, when I get home… nngh… I'm gonna fill your ass up with my cum. You want that? Huh?"

Listening to the obscene speech of the Wutain, Vincent grabbed his cock in a tighter grip as he vigorously masturbated, trying to reach that orgasm that was just out of reach.

"Damn. I can't hold back," Tseng murmured as he grunted Vincent's name, his seed spilling over his fist. Just as the white noise sensation of the violent orgasm ceased he heard Vincent cry out his name as he joined him in completion before the hearing muffled noises.

"Vincent," the Wutain panted. "Babe?" Tseng gripped the phone as he got up to clean himself up in the bathroom. It was a few moments more before Vincent responded with a hearty laugh. "Well, that really wasn't the reaction I was expecting."

"The phone dropped and well, I had semen all over my hands and thighs and couldn't reach it," Vincent said as he brushed his hair out of his face with his human hand. "Ugh, it's in my hair too. I gotta go take a shower, love. You going to sleep?"

"In your…" Tseng laughed. "Yeah, I'm going to sleep. You wore me out."

"I did no such thing," Vincent replied. "So, when are you coming home?"

"Well, I'll put it to you this way… I won't have to fuck you over the phone tomorrow night."

"Shame," Vincent muttered. "I kind of enjoyed that," he said before disconnecting the call on a sputtering Turk.
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