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Your Friendly Neighborhood Vampire	By : Katsody256 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter One
- 1
- 2
Chapter One: So I Heard You're A Newly Sired Vampire...
Genesis rarely cried. He didn't like spending time being gloomy about life when he could be “tagging a hot piece of ass,” as he'd once put it. Plus, he always hated how unattractive crying made him look.
But when he did cry, Genesis cried hard. It was close to five minutes straight when Genesis' full body sobs finally began to subside, and his vice-like grip on Vincent's shirt eased up. Vincent didn't mind, though. Genesis had every right to be upset. He wouldn't be surprised if the other man attempted to attack him once he was finished. “Genesis...I'm sorry,” he apologized again.
Instead, the redhead pulled away slowly, one hand still on Vincent's shoulder, and the other wrapped around his stomach. He offered Vincent a weak grin. “Don't apologize,” he said, sniffling loudly. “I asked for this.”

Vincent's eyes narrowed. “You didn't ask for Rosso to atta—”
“Semantics,” Genesis interrupted. “You know exactly what I meant.”
Vincent turned his gaze away from Genesis', but said nothing. Genesis decided to make himself clearer, grabbing Vincent's chin in his hand and forcibly turning the vampire's face back towards his. “Do not,” he said deliberately, “apologize. If it weren't for you, I might have died without ever perfecting my Viennese oyster.”
He stared silently for the space of two seconds. “Should I ask?” Vincent muttered.
Genesis gave him a brilliant smile. “It's one of those things better demonstrated,” he quipped.
Vincent let out a soft sigh, the corners of his lips turning up gently. “I suppose I should have seen that coming,” he noted.
Genesis snorted. “Yeah, well, now that I'm a vampire, I get to be all cryptic and shit, too—” His voice broke off in a pained gasp as another arc of pain racked his body, this one stronger than the last. He doubled over as he pulled away from Vincent, desperately trying to catch his breath.
“Genesis,” Vincent said, his voice rough with urgency, “you need to feed.” He began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Wh—” Genesis shut his eyes tight against the sensations in his body. It felt like someone had replaced his blood with molten lava, and then poured itching powder directly into his veins . His vision was blurry, and he swore he could hear voices whispering to him in the back of his mind. He clamped a hand over his mouth as he felt his canines elongating, the feeling awkward and alien.
“Blood,” Vincent said curtly. He knew exactly what was going on. It was Genesis' first craving. “You need to feed on your own.”
“On my...own?” Good goddess, Vincent didn't mean to send him out like this?
Vincent maneuvered his body closer to Genesis, baring the left side of his neck to the man. “Bite,” he commanded.
Genesis' eyes widened. “Wh—what? I can't—bite you,” he ground out, staring Vincent defiantly in the eyes.
“You don't have a choice, Genesis,” Vincent nearly snarled, his voice dangerously low. “Bite me.”
As suddenly as it started, the pain began to recede from his body, and Genesis shook his head. “I can't,” he panted. “I don't want to.”
Vincent's jaw tightened as he slowly leaned away from Genesis. “Why not? You know this is necessary for your survival,” he pointed out harshly, “you can't hide from it—”
“That's not it,” Genesis hurried to explain, straightening up, thought he kept his arms wrapped around himself. “You're...exhausted,” he said softly.
The edge disappeared from Vincent's expression, to be replaced by curiosity and mild confusion. “Why would you say that?” he asked.
Genesis shrugged. “”I...don't know,” he admitted. “I just get the feeling that you're not really a hundred percent right now. Or even fifty percent. You've been watching over me all night—”
“Three days.”
“What?”
“You've been out for three days,” Vincent said absently, scratching at his neck with his gauntlet.
“Three days?” Genesis nearly choked on his own tongue. “And you're the only one who's been watching me?”
“...Your friends stopped by,” Vincent evaded.
Genesis' face fell. “Cloud,” he murmured. “Angeal! Oh, damn, they're probably worried sick. What did they say?”
“Your phone rang the morning after,” Vincent said. “I answered it, and I did the best I could to manage the situation, but...”

Two and a half days earlier...
Genesis had made it through the easy part of it; the physical damage control was essentially complete. For newly turned vampires, it wasn't the physical transformation that most of them succumbed to, despite how rigorous it was. It was the psychology of it all, having their entire lifestyle flipped upside-down in a matter of moments. Many of them couldn't handle it, and the madness drove them to suicide within days. He had done everything he could do for Genesis. Now all Vincent had to do was wait for the redhead to awaken.
With a tired sigh, Vincent slumped over the bed across Genesis' torso. He had been force-feeding Genesis all night, injecting syringes full of his own blood directly into Genesis' veins. Until he regained consciousness, Vincent would have to continue the treatment. It was terrifyingly draining, but it was Genesis' only hope.
He was contemplating taking a quick nap when something vibrated beneath his arm. Lifting it up, he drearily realized it was Genesis' cell phone. A quick glance at the clock across the room told him it was 9:38 in the morning. “Oh, brilliant,” Vincent muttered, fishing the cell phone out of Genesis' jeans. He read the display and seriously debated the merits of chucking the thing out the window. After deciding it wasn't worth the extra trouble he'd be in with Genesis, Vincent answered the call.
“Vincent Valentine speaking.”
He was met with silence for the span of few moments, and then came the shocked, angry tirade: “Vincent Valentine? Why are you answering Genesis' phone? I swear, if you've done anything to him, I will kick your ass clear across the campus.”
“Genesis is...” Vincent hesitated, the rough growl of Angeal's voice ringing in his ears. All he'd done was answer Genesis' phone. He couldn't wait to hear what Angeal would say when he was informed of Genesis' current condition. “...currently indisposed.”
“'Currently indisposed'?” Angeal parroted. “What's that supposed to mean? Is he all right? What did you do to Genesis?”
“I—”
“I swear on everything holy, Valentine, I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth if you've done anything to harm my best friend. Genesis means the world to me, and I won't let you waltz in here and hurt him. You sure as fuck better have a good reason why Genesis didn't answer his phone, and I want to hear it now.”
Vincent remained silent for a few seconds too long. “Put Genesis on the phone,” Angeal demanded. Vincent could hear someone shuffling in the background and presumed it was Cloud. Muffled sounds of a heated discussion filtered through the phone before Angeal spoke again. “Put—Cloud, stop it, something's wrong with Gen!--put Genesis on the fucking phone, right now. I want to talk to him.”
The vampire glanced over to the prone body occupying his bed. There really was no use in trying to hide anything anymore; they would find out eventually. Hopefully they would be supportive of their friend. He would need it. “Genesis is currently unconscious and cannot come to the phone,” he said flatly.
He was met with silence again. “W-what?” Angeal's voice had grown faint. “Unconscious? W-why is he unconscious? Where are you? Fuck you, Valentine, if this is your fault in any way, I will—”
There was another bit of scuffling, and this time, Vincent clearly heard Cloud demand the phone, and then forcibly take it from Angeal. “Vincent Valentine,” came Cloud's decidedly calmer voice. “Genesis is unconscious?”
“Yes,” Vincent replied.
“I take it you did everything in your power to prevent his current condition,” Cloud said, though Vincent picked up on the implied threat quite easily: If you didn't, Angeal's not the only one who will be out for your blood.
Unfortunately, there was only one honest way Vincent could answer the question. “...No,” he said curtly.
“Explain,” Cloud said, his voice icy enough to send a shiver down Vincent's spine.
Vincent almost laughed. Explain? Where could he even begin? He sighed and ran a hand down his face. “Genesis was attacked on our way back to campus. I was unable to react in time to prevent his injuries,” he started. “The injuries he sustained were fatal.”
“Fatal,” Cloud said, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Then why the fuck would you tell us he's uncon—”
“Because he is. He's unconscious, but...he's dead,” Vincent interrupted. “I...turned him. It was the only thing I could do for him.”
“Turned, as in?”
“He's a vampire now.”
A heavy silence fell over the phone line, and had Vincent not heard Angeal's questioning in the background, he would have thought Cloud hung up on him. “A vampire,” Cloud deadpanned.
“Yes,” Vincent confirmed. “Please believe me when I say it's not something I would have done unless he asked me to do it. I could never...force that kind of life on anyone.”
“So...Genesis was right,” Cloud finally said. “You're a vampire.”
“Yes.”
“As in you drink blood to survive, burn in the sunlight, live forever, et cetera?”
“Essentially, yes.”
“I...” A heavy sigh issued from the other end of the phone. “Fine. Whatever. Is he safe now?”
Vincent nodded automatically. “Yes,” he answered. “I have him in my dorm room.”
“Is he...okay?”
Vincent smiled wryly. At least Cloud understood what he was asking. “In the loosest sense, yes. His body is adjusting properly,” he answered. “As far as mentally...”
“We can discuss that when we get there,” Cloud cut in impatiently. “What's your dorm?”
Vincent found himself giving out his room number and building for the second time in as many days, mildly wondering if this was the end of his much appreciated solitude. He hung up the phone, only then noticing the number of unread text messages and missed calls. He placed it on his bedside table, glancing over Genesis' body again. Still unresponsive, but to be expected. Vincent wasn't worried.
He crossed his arms on the bed and rested his head on them, waiting for Cloud and Angeal to arrive. Within seconds, he was bolting upright as a loud pounding sounded in his ears. Wildly glancing at the clock—10:02 a.m.—Vincent realized he must have fallen asleep in the short time it took the pair to get there. Wearily, he stood up and went to open the door before the two actually destroyed it.
“Where is he?” Angeal demanded, pushing past Vincent before the vampire could even say a word. The dark-haired man made a beeline towards the bed, carefully taking in Genesis' appearance.
Cloud was more reserved in his reactions. He stepped into the room and waited for Vincent to close the door. “You look like hell,” he commented, some of the anger bleeding from his face even as he spoke.
Vincent averted his gaze. “That bad, huh,” he murmured humourlessly. He didn't have it in him to care about his looks, not with what Genesis was going through.
He could feel Cloud's eyes on him for a moment longer before the blond turned to look at Genesis. “You need to tell us everything,” Cloud said quietly, “from the beginning. I think you owe us that much, at least.”
Vincent nodded silently, and Angeal whirled around. “What's wrong with him?” he asked, a pained expression on his face. His hand rested on Genesis' chest, where Vincent suspected Angeal had discovered the man's distinct lack of a heartbeat. “Cloud...”
Cloud's eyes narrowed. “He's still our friend no matter what, right, Angeal?”
“Yes, of course,” Angeal replied. He looked back towards Genesis' face, expressionless and pale. Genesis was like a brother to him. He couldn't lose him now.
“Then I think we should hear what Vincent has to say,” Cloud said, glancing over towards the crimson-eyed man. Vincent's face tightened.
“Sit, then,” Vincent said, motioning towards the bed. “It seems I have a lot to tell you.”

“I promised them I would keep you safe until you came to, and inform them immediately when you did,” Vincent said, finished with his brief summary of the visit. “In return, they promised me that you have their support and friendship.” Vincent wouldn't have let them leave without ensuring that Genesis had at least the support of his best friends.
Genesis was silent for a few moments. “They gave you a hard time, didn't they,” he stated.
“Not particularly,” Vincent covered. Considering the circumstances, he thought their reactions were appropriate.
“Don't lie to me,” Genesis said crossly. “They stressed you out, I know it. Angeal probably yelled and threatened you, and Cloud just stood there, silently disapproving.”
“...Angeal did threaten bodily harm to me on more than one occasion,” Vincent admitted with a small smirk.
Genesis' face registered anger. “I'm gonna tear Angeal a new one for being such a rude bitch,” he grumbled. “He has such little faith in me. And in you! I mean, you're weird as fuck, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're dangerous.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “But I am dangerous, Genesis,” he said smoothly. His left hand clenched into a fist, an eternal reminder of just how dangerous he was.
Genesis waved him off. “Not towards me, specifically,” he said. “You'd never do anything to deliberately hurt me. I think. You're like...the friendly neighborhood vampire.”
Vincent winced at the description. Sephiroth would die of laughter, figuratively speaking, to hear of it. “You're very trusting,” he said mildly.
“I can just tell,” Genesis said with a shrug. “I sort of knew before, but now...I feel like I can be sure of it.”
The way Genesis phrased it reminded Vincent of something he wanted to examine more closely. “You can feel it?” he asked blankly.
Genesis nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “like, I can sense that you won't hurt me. Just like I can sense that you're beyond tired and truly should get some rest before you collapse.”
The narrowing of Vincent's eyes as he looked at him was the only reply Genesis received, and he suddenly became worried. “Why,” he questioned, “is that a bad thing? Is something wrong with me?”
“No,” Vincent answered slowly, “on the contrary. I have a feeling you're going to take very well to being a vampire. You seem to have a natural propensity for reading energy levels, whether you recognize that talent or not.”
Genesis grinned. “I've always been a very good judge of character,” he said smugly.
“However,” Vincent continued sharply, “you're not going to make it very far period if you do not feed.”
Genesis shook his head, his temporary good mood disappearing as quickly as it had come. “No,” he said firmly. “I have even more reason not to drink your blood, now that I'm aware that I've been out for the past three days. You've been the only one taking care of me, right? Which means that yours is the only blood I've been getting, which means you're weak as it is. Not to mention you haven't been sleeping—don't ask me how I know, I just do—plus Cloud and Angeal came and stressed you out! I'll be fine for a little longer, just—”
“You won't be fine,” Vincent cut in. He stared Genesis hard in the eyes. “The craving will become worse the longer you ignore it, to the point where you won't be able to control it anymore. You'd be nothing more than a wild animal trying to slake its hunger any way it can. You'd take blood, but more than that, you'd take life. You'd awaken from the haze only to see the destruction wrought by your hands, and you'd never be able to live with yourself.”
Genesis pouted. “Why do I get the feeling you've seen this happen before?” he complained.
“Because I have,” Vincent said sadly. “In the event that the newly-sired vampire does not regain control, the threat they pose must be eliminated as quickly as possible. I have done my fair share of...eliminating threats. I will not add you to that list.”
Genesis recognized the sincerity behind Vincent's words. “Fine,” he acquiesced softly. “But can I ask a few questions?”
“Go ahead,” Vincent allowed.
“Is there a reason you're half naked?” Genesis poked a finger at Vincent's bare shoulder, amusement playing on his face. “Not that I'm complaining, of course.”
Vincent made a noise caught somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “I'm not trying to make any sexual advances on you, though I will if it makes it easier for you,” he said. “Sometimes the first time can be a little...messy. I'd rather you not ruin my shirt any further than you already have with your tears.”
Genesis' mouth dropped open. “Sorry about that. I'll replace the shirt, don't worry,” he said, glancing at the silky crimson pile on the floor. “About that sexual advancing thing, though...”
“I only meant that if you have trouble reconciling yourself with the bloodlust, sexual lust is a handy way of masking it and making it more tolerable,” Vincent explained, his face heating slightly. “If you are in the middle of a sexual act, you'll tend to forget and simply act on instinct, biting without thinking.” There was the other part as well, the part where nine times out of ten, a newly-sired vampire's first feeding turned sexual anyway—the part he was going to conveniently forget to mention.
The prospect wasn't entirely unappealing to Genesis, who smirked. “But there's something you're not telling me,” he pressed. There was something in the way Vincent's face flushed ever-so-slightly, the way he discreetly shifted away from Genesis, the way his heart began beating just a little faster, the way his body temperature inched just a little higher. Genesis noted in the back of his mind that he probably shouldn't even be able to recognize half of those things with his bare senses, but he was too intoxicated on the power of being able to read someone so clearly to honestly care.
Vincent glared at Genesis. If the man was already this good at reading people, he was in for some serious trouble. He couldn't exactly lie, so he opted for frank truth. “A turned vampire's first feeding usually ends up sexual in nature regardless of how it begins,” he informed Genesis, his tone sharp. “You're still too immature to distinguish between the two and suppress one or the other.”
“Oh, really?” Feeling suddenly emboldened, Genesis threw the blankets away from his body and folded his legs underneath him. “And do I get a say in how this...begins?” He stalked forward on all fours, forcing Vincent to crawl backwards onto the bed to try to maintain some kind of distance.
“Genesis Rhapsodos,” Vincent said softly, finding his torso trapped between Genesis' arms and his lower body straddled by Genesis' legs, “are you attempting to seduce me?” Vincent found he couldn't say that he found the idea entirely unappealing, and licked his lips in anticipation.
Long eyelashes fluttered over pretty blue eyes as Genesis met Vincent's gaze. “Is it working?” he answered, his lips only moments away from Vincent's.
Vincent's only reply was to turn his head and capture Genesis' lips for his own. As Genesis responded eagerly, humming softly in the back of his throat, Vincent easily admitted to himself that he probably should have done it a lot sooner. Genesis' lips parted, and Vincent took the opportunity to gently sweep his tongue across the inside of his mouth, carefully skirting around the man's elongated fangs. He wasn't careful enough, however, and scraped his tongue as he pulled it from Genesis' mouth.
Genesis pulled away, more from the jolt that ran through his body at the taste of Vincent's blood than real shock. He covered his mouth with his hand, staring incredulously at Vincent. It was like a whole new world opened up for him in that moment; something in the back of his mind told him that this was right, so right. Having Vincent sprawled out beneath him, the picture of elegance, a scintillating mixture of danger and beauty, offering his blood. He swallowed hard, the aftertaste of even such a small amount of Vincent's blood making his senses sing.
Vincent shifted uneasily. The way Genesis' pupils contracted and irises shone was unsettling, only because of the accompanying smile that he suddenly bore. Genesis was taking to this much too quickly, though Vincent supposed he should be grateful. At least he didn't have to force Genesis to accept what he'd become. But still, it was never good to rush into everything at once. “Genesis...” he muttered.
“Hush,” Genesis commanded, going so far as to place two fingers over Vincent's lips. He replaced his fingers with his lips, pressing closer to Vincent, who pushed himself further backwards. Genesis didn't relent until he had Vincent pinned up against the wall, and settled himself in the man's lap. One hand trailed up Vincent's side while the other gripped his arm, and Genesis busied his lips, kissing Vincent with bruising intensity.
Vincent fought to keep himself under control. It had been too long since he'd enjoyed someone else's touch like this, and even longer since he'd been with someone aware of his...peculiarity. It was turning him on faster than he'd realized. “Genesis,” Vincent said, his voice a low moan. He raised his left hand, intent on guiding Genesis' lips where he really wanted them, and suddenly he remembered why he hadn't wanted to do things this way in the first place.
“Genesis,” he said gently, forcing the other man back a few inches. “I don't want to take advantage of you. Not you.”
Genesis trailed a hand down Vincent's cheek. “That's just like you,” he murmured. “Can't hurt me even if you tried.”
“Genesis, I—” Want to suck you? Want to fuck you? Vincent could barely think over the instincts screaming in his head. He couldn't risk getting too invested in this, but it was so hard to resist. “I have a certain responsibility to you as your sire, and I don't want you to think I—”
“Hush,” Genesis said again. “I need to feed, correct?”
“Yes.”
“You insist on this happening despite the fact that you're exhausted.”
“Yes.”
“And even if you wanted to keep this non-sexual, I'm still too immature to do that, correct?”
“...Yes.”
“So basically, this is going to get sexual whether you want it to or not.”
“...”
“Then enjoy it, for heaven's sake,” Genesis said with a grin. “Don't be so uptight all the time. Are you going to ask my permission for everything you do to me?”
“I have to,” Vincent murmured. “If I don't, you'll—”
“What, resent you for the rest of my unnatural life?” Genesis quipped. Vincent turned his head away, the statement having hit closer to the truth than he cared to acknowledge. Genesis didn't miss the movement and sighed internally. Of all the vampires he could have been turned by, he got the one filled to the brim with some sort of guilt complex.
“Listen, I'll be completely honest with you, Valentine,” Genesis said frankly. “You could be flat out raping me, and I'd probably just ask for more. At this point, there really isn't anything you could to do me without my permission that I'd object to.”
Vincent narrowed his eyes. “I see,” he said. Genesis was getting under his skin; the only other people who could read him so easily were related to him by blood. It was refreshing and disturbing at the same time. It made him want to get closer to Genesis, but it also made him want to guard the man all the more fervently. It was his responsibility to make ensure Genesis' well-being.
“So, can I?” Genesis raised his eyebrows meaningfully, his eyes focused on Vincent's mouth.
Vincent closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right. He could worry about teaching Genesis about the dangers of mixing blood and sex later. For now, while it was just him, it would be all right. “Just bite me,” he muttered.
Genesis pouted. “That's it? No foreplay? I feel like I'm just using you,” he said sadly. Not to mention he'd barely even gotten to explore the vampire's body. He'd hadn't been specifically lusting after it before, but when one is offered a tour of Santa's workshop at the North Pole, one does not refuse, even if one had no prior desire to see it. Vincent's body was like Santa's workshop: forbidden, secret, and something he could hold over Cloud and Angeal's heads forever.
Vincent fought to keep from spewing a number of curses. Instead, he took a firm hold of Genesis' hips and pulled him flush against his body. “I think I've had enough of the foreplay,” he growled.
Genesis blushed lightly at the feel of Vincent's hard on between his legs. At least he wasn't alone in his situation. “Oh,” he said, his voice small. “And biting you will help with that?”
“The neck is a vampire's strongest erogenous zone, aside from the genitals,” Vincent said, his voice rough and impatient with lust. “Just do it. Let your instinct guide you.”
“Okay,” Genesis said with a nod. He leaned forward, letting his mind go completely blank, and opened himself up to his senses. He could hear Vincent's pulse pounding in his head, and the heat of his lust curled around him like a blanket. His body seemed to take on a will of its own, and his lips caressed over Vincent's pulse point. He could taste the moan in Vincent's throat as his fangs scraped the skin, and reveled in it.
“Fuck,” Vincent muttered, arching his entire body into Genesis' as his fangs pierced his skin. But goddess, how he'd missed the feeling. The exotic thrill of Genesis sucking on his neck ran through his body in a shiver. His hips thrust upwards in an attempt to gain some sort of relief as he felt Genesis' body rolling against his in an instinctual motion, keeping in time with the pulls at his artery. His hands crept beneath his shirt up the smooth planes of Genesis' back, holding the man close to him. “Gen...”
Genesis smoothly pulled his fangs out of Vincent's neck, licking his lips. “You're so delicious,” he murmured, eyes riveted on the spot he'd just marked. Blood dribbled from the still open wound, pooling in the small hollow at Vincent's collarbone. Genesis quickly lapped it up, and punctured Vincent's artery again, relishing as blood filled his mouth. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before in his life: warm, and spicy, and dark, if things could taste dark. It dominated his senses and sent his mind spiraling towards some unknown bliss. He never wanted it to end.
And the way Vincent's claw ran gently up and down his spine was driving him crazy. He wrapped his arm around Vincent's neck and braced his hand on the wall. It was the extra leverage he needed to press his hips into Vincent's in time with his rhythmic sucking. They both groaned, a low, guttural sound that reverberated between their bodies.
The room was filled with the sounds of their gasps, the rustling sheets, and Genesis' feeding. It was an overwhelming experience for Vincent, who'd gone so long without feeling much of anything. He was so caught up that he very nearly missed the warning signs he was supposed to be looking out for. A feeling of euphoria began to haze over his mind, and he suddenly felt entirely boneless. He wanted nothing more than to give up his very soul to the man sitting astride him. His head lolled backwards, thunking against the wall.
“Genesis,” he moaned, though he didn't move a hand, “you need to stop.”
Genesis, alarmed at the pleading tone in Vincent's voice, carefully pulled back, though his eyes still roamed hungrily over Vincent's neck. “Why? Oh, god, I took too much, didn't I,” he said, his voice edged with panic.
“No,” he said, hurrying to reassure Genesis. “You didn't drink too much. It was just—” He stopped short, eyes darting towards the door. “Someone's coming,” he bit out.
Genesis' head whirled around. “Someone like who?” he said, wondering if it was that Rosso bitch again. Damn, if it was her, he wanted to give her a piece of his—
“It's not her,” Vincent said, some of the tension easing from his body.
Genesis looked at Vincent, and then at himself. “Should I get up? Let you get...decent or something?” he asked shamelessly.
Vincent shook his head. “Whoever it is can wait,” he said, not caring to investigate past the fact that whoever it was, they were mortal. “My door is always locked any—”
“Oh, sweet fucking goddess,” Cloud cussed quietly upon entering the room. “Get a fucking room if you're going to do that sort of thing.” His eyes narrowed as they immediately honed in on Vincent's face like a tracking laser. Angeal stood just behind him, seemingly stunned speechless.
“We have one,” Vincent pointed out icily, his head lolling in Cloud's general direction.
“A locked one,” Cloud sniped back.
“Learn to knock,” Vincent snarled. He had forgotten that he'd called them over a short while earlier, like he'd promised. The interruption was bittersweet; sweet, in that they truly cared for Genesis, and bitter, in that he wanted nothing more than them getting the fuck out of his room that instant.
“Genesis,” Angeal said, his voice little more than a shocked rush of air. “What did he do to you?”
Genesis looked at himself again. Granted, he knew he hadn't been all that conscientious of what kind of mess he might have—oh, dear. His entire front was spattered with blood, and his chin as well, he noticed as he dragged a finger across his face. “Ah,” he said sheepishly. “Yes. About...that. See—”
"Genesis is fine,” Vincent cut in, his voice back to its usual emotionless monotone. “He needed to feed.”
Cloud looked like he wanted to say something caustic, but thought better of it. “Is he...finished?” he asked.
“No,” Vincent answered for Genesis. “If you don't mind giving us a few more minutes of privacy?”
Cloud nodded sharply and dragged a shocked Angeal from the room. Vincent sighed heavily. “Go ahead,” he said to Genesis.
Genesis cocked his head. “I, ah, actually think I'm good on blood,” he said hesitantly. It wasn't that he didn't want to take anymore blood from Vincent; he couldn't. The man was literally on the brink of complete exhaustion.
“I'm fine,” Vincent insisted. “I haven't had someone take my blood in such a long time, I had forgotten about the effects of taking blood too quickly.”
“Which are?”
“A sense of euphoria, physical weakness, submissive urges,” Vincent said hastily.
Genesis nodded. “Regardless, I feel fine,” he said. “No more craving. I mean, for blood, anyway.” He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips, boldly reminding Vincent of his arousal.
“Ah,” Vincent hissed, tightening his grip on Genesis' waist. “Your friends...don't you wish to speak with them?”
“They can wait,” Genesis echoed in a murmur, using his tongue to clean the area around Vincent's bite marks. Each swipe of his tongue sent a chorus of lust through Vincent's body, straight to his cock. Genesis thrilled in the way Vincent's eyes became heavy lidded, and his fingers tightened on Genesis' hips.
“Genesis,” Vincent said, the low moan the only warning he gave as he dipped his hand into Genesis' pants.
The redhead only panted in Vincent's ear, the initial sensation of the man's hand wrapped around his cock too much for words. “Nngh...go ahead,” he finally sighed, burying his face in the crook of Vincent's neck. “Be my fucking guest.” His own fingers grabbed at Vincent's waistband, tugging at the button and zipper until his cock was freed. Glancing down, Genesis couldn't help but lick his lips.
“One of these days,” he groaned, his hips thrusting lightly into Vincent's grip, “you have to let me give you head.”
Vincent spat out some harsh words in a language foreign to Genesis' ear. He cried out softly as Vincent's claw tightened on his hip to the point where he was sure it'd leave bruises. He kept a steady pace with his hand on Vincent's erection, but it wasn't enough for the older vampire. With a rough snarl, Vincent snatched Genesis' hand from his cock with his claw, and held it pinned behind Genesis' back. Genesis wrapped his left arm around Vincent's neck for balance, moaning at the loss of stimulation.
“Too slow,” Vincent mumbled, claiming Genesis' lips in a damaging kiss. He forced Genesis closer to him until their bodies were flush against each other, and took both of their cocks in his right hand.
“Ah! Fuck,” Genesis shouted at the new pace Vincent was setting. He could barely catch his breath and kept moaning encouragement to Vincent, wishing desperately for the use of his right arm but nevertheless feeling turned on by the display of power. Vincent's lips slipped from his as the man threw back his head, banging it against the wall. He didn't seem to notice, however, and only gave out a drawn out groan.
The sight of Vincent's neck bared underneath his nose made Genesis want to bite him all over again, and sent what felt like a jolt of electricity throughout his body. He satisfied himself with gentle nibbling, and licking at the skin to soothe away any pain. His breath came in short pants against Vincent's heated skin and didn't seem to bring in enough oxygen. His hips thrust harder into Vincent's hand, desperately seeking the release that was so close.
“Genesis, I—” It was the sensation of Genesis' fingers clamping down on his bicep that drove Vincent over the edge. His hand tightened around both of their cocks as he came with a broken sigh. The sound of Genesis' keening moans in his ear as he came was the best sound Vincent had heard in a long time. He continued pumping them for a few moments longer, his hand slick with come, until he felt Genesis relax in his arms. He gently freed Genesis' wrist from his claw, and Genesis littered his lips with soft kisses, cupping his jaw with his hands.
“You spoil me,” Genesis muttered breathlessly with a smirk.
Vincent only pursed his lips, resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes, and glanced around for something to clean them with. “Pass me that box of tissues,” he commanded, tossing his head in the direction of his desk.
Genesis stretched out his arm, easily snagging the box with his fingertips and pulling out a couple tissues. “So, can I ask a few questions?” he said as he passed Vincent the box.
“Go ahead,” he mumbled, busy wiping off his fingers.
“Why am I beneath you? I mean, I get that I'm...was human, and now I'm a made vampire, and that automatically makes me less than you—”
“It doesn't,” Vincent hastily corrected, giving Genesis a sharp look. “I never looked down on you for being human, and I don't look down on you now. A person's value is not contingent on their species—”
“All right, all right,” Genesis conceded. “You don't see me as beneath you. But other vampires do, namely that...Rosso woman. And I got the feeling that it was more than just a human thing.”
Vincent tossed the dirtied tissues over the side of his bed and sighed. “Yes, part of it was the fact that you were human,” he confirmed, “and yes, there are born vampires, like Rosso, who are still rather discriminatory towards made vampires. But I suspect that most of her ire towards you was due to the fact that I am nobility.”
Genesis paused in the act of tucking himself back into his pants. “Nobility?”
“My father serves on the Vampyr Court,” he said, “as a vampire lord.”
“Holy shit,” Genesis breathed. Well, that explained a lot. Mostly why Rosso had looked at him like he was gum stuck to the bottom of her four inch stiletto. “I pick the best friends, don't I.”
Vincent hummed in agreement, zipping up his jeans. “Would you like to open the door for your friends, or do you have something else on your mind?” he asked.
“Yeah, just a couple more questions, if you don't mind,” Genesis said. When Vincent nodded at him, he asked, “What went on between you and Rosso?”
Vincent stared hard at Genesis for a long moment, and then cast his gaze downward. “She's my ex-girlfriend. I thought I loved her once. She taught me a lot about...the darker side of vampyrism,” he said lowly. “Sex, blood, and violence. Hedonistic living. Exploiting everything you can get your hands on.” He shook his head, unable to find the words for the sadistic plague that Rosso was on his life.
“But...you're not with her anymore, so it's okay,” Genesis said, trying to comfort a clearly distraught Vincent. “You're better than whatever she is.”
Vincent scoffed softly. “Am I?” he mused aloud, his voice soft and deep. He wasn't entirely sure himself that he'd truly left that life behind, not with such a conspicuous reminder of it still attached to him. A reminder of everything he done, and everything he was still capable of doing.
Genesis glanced downwards, where Vincent had involuntarily clenched his claw. “How did you...why do you wear a gauntlet?” he asked carefully.
Vincent instantly tensed up and didn't say anything for a few seconds. The question was a stark reminder of what he knew he eventually had to do, and the sooner, the better. “I don't want to talk about it,” he finally said curtly.
The redhead nodded in understanding. “That's fine,” he replied, not pressing the issue.
“Go invite your friends in,” Vincent said quietly, suddenly feeling empty and tired.
Genesis stared carefully at Vincent for a few moments before quietly standing up. “You know,” he said hesitantly, “I know you think you have to take care of me now, but...friendship goes both ways.”
Vincent met Genesis' eyes for a brief second, quickly glancing away again at what he found in them. Why did it hurt so much to see such guileless caring directed toward himself? He let out a heavy sigh and shifted towards the edge of the bed.
Genesis made a face to himself as he moved to open the door. He would get that obstinate man to open up, sooner or later. “You can come in now,” he said, a smug note in his voice as he stood in the open doorway and called to his friends. Vincent shook his head with a wry smile, though he much preferred this spunky Genesis to the one that had sobbed in desolation. He stood up, and the world suddenly swam around him. He held a hand to his head and tried to take a step forward to steady himself on his desk, but the floor wasn't where he though it was. Everything blurred as he found himself curled on the floor, concerned faces around him.
“--cent? Vincent.” The words finally started making sense as Genesis' overtly concerned tones registered in his brain. He struggled to lift himself off the ground, and abruptly found himself cradled in someone's arms. He must have been weaker than he'd thought; it had been a long time since he'd passed out from blood deprivation.
“I told you that you were exhausted, but did you listen to me? Of course not,” Genesis chastised sharply, his cutting voice a mask for how worried he was. He gently placed Vincent on the bed, covering him with the blanket. “Is there anything I can do right now?”
Vincent's eyes slipped shut. “The canisters in my fridge,” he said, his tongue feeling clumsy in his mouth.
Genesis worried his bottom lip with his teeth. “Are you sure? Wouldn't...like, real blood be better than, uh...manufactured blood?” He asked mostly out of genuine concern for Vincent's health, but he would have been lying if he said a small thrill didn't race through him at the thought of Vincent feeding from him.
Vincent, however, wasn't having it. “Genesis,” he growled, managing to put some bit of sternness into his voice despite his weak condition.
“Fine, fine,” Genesis said, getting up quickly, not wishing to argue. He pulled open the fridge to find a number of identical metal thermoses on the shelf, and picked one up. Out of curiosity, he twisted the top off and sniffed. The smell wasn't repugnant—just like...well, cold blood—and Genesis suspected that had he not just fed from Vincent himself, he would have swallowed it down just fine.
Genesis crawled onto the bed and gently maneuvered himself so that Vincent was seated between his legs, resting against his torso. “Here,” he said, molding Vincent's hand around the canister, and guiding it up to his lips. He watched in fascination as Vincent tipped his head back and greedily swallowed down the deep crimson liquid, not stopping until the canister was completely empty. As Vincent gave a gasp for air, Genesis lowered his hand and recapped the canister, tossing it to the floor.
“Better?” he asked, as Vincent delicately licked at his lips. The crimson-eyed vampire pushed himself up so that he wasn't leaning as heavily on Genesis, and nodded shallowly.
“I apologize,” he said lowly, his eyes trained on his clenched fists.
Genesis scoffed. “I'd say I told you so,” he said, “but I think you've suffered enough already.” He patted a hand sympathetically against the flat plane of Vincent's back.
Vincent only brushed his hand away, making an offended noise in the back of his throat. “I'm fine,” he muttered. “This isn't the first time I've had to deal with this, nor is it the worst I've suffered.” He compulsively clicked the fingers of his left hand together, making a tinny sound that drew Cloud and Angeal's attention.
The two of them glanced at each other, and then at Genesis, who sat with an arm wrapped loosely around Vincent's waist, idly running his tongue over his teeth. Cloud cleared his throat. “So...” he said hesitantly.
Genesis' eyes widened, and he snapped his fingers sharply. “That's right! I almost forgot,” he exclaimed. “I've got an appointment!”
“For what?” Vincent groaned softly.
“To tear you each a new asshole in the back of your head,” Genesis snarled, gracelessly springing off the bed and dashing at Angeal.
“Genesis!”
Vincent's shout effectively brought Genesis to a screeching halt, his fist only millimetres away from Angeal's cheek. He'd never really heard Vincent raise his voice like that, and it was terrifying. Breathing hard, he whipped his head around to question the older vampire, and withered at the look on his face. He was furious.
“You cannot,” he hissed, “just run around frivolously striking people whenever your ire is tickled. You are much stronger than them, and more importantly, you have absolutely no measure of your own strength.”
Genesis' lips formed a silent circle, and he slowly lowered his arm. “Oh,” he said meekly. “Super strength. Right.”
After a few moments where the only sounds were Angeal's mildly panicked gasps and the sizzle of Genesis' flesh under Vincent's searing glare, Cloud cleared his throat again.
“So—”
“Can I at least verbally tear them a new one?” Genesis asked, rolling his eyes. “Or do I have, like, sonic screaming or something?”
Vincent gave him a long suffering look. “You might,” he replied lowly.
Genesis stared at him. He has been entirely facetious and wasn't expecting that kind of an answer. It was just another indication of how little he really knew about the whole vampire deal. “Fine,” he grumbled, crossing his arms with a pout. “Retribution will be temporarily postponed. But I'm still cross with you for being mean to Vincent. He did take care of me, you know.”
“Speaking of care,” Cloud hastily interrupted. “Where exactly do we go from here? I mean, there are things we have to think about. You can't keep going to your daytime classes anymore,” he said, glancing over at Genesis, who looked to the floor.
Vincent nodded. “I can arrange Genesis' schedule to be more accommodating,” he said quietly. “The university turns a blind eye to my strange proclivities in exchange for a generous donation from my family. It shouldn't be a problem to change things for you as well. I can also help explain things to your family, if you'd like.”
Genesis shook his head. “You already did,” he said mildly, glancing over at Angeal.
“I don't understand,” Vincent said.
“I haven't got any family,” Genesis clarified. “My parents died a while ago. Angeal is the closest thing I have to family now.” He stared straight ahead and bit his lip, waiting for the inevitable shower of pity.
“I see,” Vincent murmured. “I apologize for my lack of tact, and am sorry for your—”
“Don't worry about it,” Genesis interrupted dismissively. “It's in the past now, and besides, I'm not suffering for it or anything.”
The room fell silent again, and this time, Angeal broke the silence. “So,” he said heavily, “Vincent. You explain most of the physiological stuff to us when we came by earlier, and we've had some time to think about it.” He looked to Cloud, who nodded in affirmation. “We thought of some more questions, concerning...uh, Genesis' well-being.”
“My well-being?” Genesis echoed, a hint of incredulity in his voice. “I already told you, Vincent is not a thr—”
“Not like that, Gen,” Angeal said. “We mean...like, how does this whole 'turning' thing work out for Gen? Is it like dolphins, where the new ones get looked after and taught life lessons and cared for until they're good to go on their own? Or is this like...sea turtles.”
Genesis' eyes widened. “Of course this isn't sea turtles,” he exclaimed. He hoped on everything holy that it wasn't sea turtles. “This isn't sea turtles, right, Vincent?”
Vincent sat silently, and with each passing second, Genesis felt his chest growing tighter. “Vincent,” he said softly, “you're not going to leave me on my own, are you?”
“You are my responsibility,” Vincent finally said thickly. “I turned you, and as such, it is my duty to ensure that you are not a threat to others or yourself, or otherwise eliminate you. I believe that under sufficient tutelage, you will become perfectly adjusted to your new condition. However—” he paused briefly, staring at the floor as though he were looking at something beyond it—“I do not believe that I am most appropriate for that position, considering my history of activities. I will ensure that you are taught everything to you to know, but I do not believe a direct role—”
“You are so full of shit,” Genesis said in a low voice. His tone was so different from anything Vincent had ever heard from him that his eyes snapped to Genesis' in shock. The cornflower blue irises shone brightly in anger as Genesis aimed a blistering glare at him. When he couldn't withstand it anymore, his eyes flickered over to Cloud and Angeal in turn, but he found no solace there either. Cowed but firm in his position, he returned his gaze to the floor.
“I maintain my stance on this issue,” he said quietly. “I will find someone more suitable to—”
“You are so. Full. Of shit, you little coward,” Genesis repeated, his words dripping with poison. His chest constricted like a vice, breaths that he took purely out of memory coming short and fast, reminiscent of how he'd felt only minutes earlier when Vincent had fallen to the floor. He had been stricken at the thought of losing him due to medical incident; the idea of Vincent leaving of his own volition somehow terrified Genesis. “How can you say something like that? How can you even think of abandoning me?”
“I'm not abandoning—”
“Yes, you are,” Cloud cut in angrily, taking a step forward. He pointed a finger in Vincent's face. “You turned him! You can't just leave him! He trusted you when he asked you to turn him.”
“You even said so yourself, you have a responsibility to him,” Angeal added, his tone harsh. “If you have any sort of honour or pride, you would at least stay with him for that reason alone.”
“This isn't about honour or pride,” Vincent sniped, losing a bit of his patience. It had been fine before, when things were inconsequential. When someone's life wasn't hanging in the balance. To continue to allow himself to be around Genesis would only increase the risk of something regrettable happening to the man. With his insatiable curiosity, Genesis was bound to find out about his past sooner or later, and when he did, Vincent couldn't predict what would happen, but no matter what, it would be bad. He might be seduced by the idea of power and delve into everything Vincent was trying to keep him from, or he would become so repulsed at the monster that Vincent had become and destroy himself, fearful that he might eventually be the same. Either way, it would be another innocent death on his hands. He would fulfill his responsibility, and he would keep Genesis safe, even if that meant from himself.
It struck him as he realized that Genesis was the first person he truly cared about, aside from his family, in a long while.
He took a deep breath, and said in a much calmer voice, “This is about what's best for Genesis, and it's not me, I assure you.”
“What the fuck? When did you become the boss of what's right for me?” Genesis turned sharply on his heel to face Vincent with his hands on his hips. When Vincent didn't immediately respond, Genesis stomped over to him and violently took the vampire's chin in his hand. “What did I just tell you?”
Vincent raised a bewildered eyebrow. “I'm full of shit?” he ventured.
Genesis smacked his free hand to his face. “Not that, idiot,” he groaned. “About friendship. About us being friends. About how friends help each other.”
The crimson-eyed vampire didn't say a word and did his best to keep a straight gaze. But Genesis didn't miss the tiny flicker of his eyes towards his arm or the desolate feel rolling off him in waves. He sighed softly, and turned around to briefly hold up a finger to his friends.
He placed one knee on the bed and leaned in close to Vincent's ear, holding his head in place with a firm grip so he couldn't pull away. “I know what this is about,” he said quickly in a low voice, not giving Vincent a chance to rebut, “this is about whatever guilt you're still feeling from hanging around with that Rosso bitch. Well, listen up, buddy. I don't give a flying shit what you did to her, what she did to you, what you did to each other, or what you may or may not have done with the stripper vampires down the fucking block. We're friends—friends—whether you like it or not. I just decided that. You don't have a choice anymore. You're going to be stubborn, well, I'll be stubborn back.”
He stopped only long enough to take a quick breath before laying in again. “Friends care about each other, friends help each other, and most of all, friends trust each other. I trusted you, even before I knew what you are, and I still trust you know, even after you've killed me. Shut up! Do not interrupt me right now. All I'm asking is for you to trust me when I tell you that you are not whatever twisted perception of yourself you have based on a few misadventures from your youth. You are more than the sum of your actions, Vincent. And if the completely pointless guilt that you're subjecting yourself to over this is any indication, clearly you are a better man than you think.”
He pulled away, lips set in a firm line as he looked Vincent in the eye. Vincent's eyes fluttered a couple times before he glanced away, still unresponsive. Genesis glanced to Angeal, who was too focused on glaring a hole into Vincent's head to notice, and Cloud, who gave him a hard stare in return. Genesis couldn't believe that he was losing this argument. He was the king of persuasion! There had to be something else he could say, something he was forgetting at the bottom of his bag of tricks, something like...oh.
Cloud had determinedly caught his eye again, this time poking his tongue into his cheek in a rather obscene gesture, glancing at Vincent, and then pointedly glancing back at Genesis. Of course, it was how he'd gotten Cloud to unwillingly agree to a number of things, most of which Genesis felt were for the blond's own benefit. He made a noise in the back of his throat, and leaned in one more time.
“Vincent,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, “besides the overwhelming fact that I desperately want you to stay, I still have to give you head. And if you leave, I promise I will follow you to the ends of the fucking universe to fulfill that goal. Then I'd probably kill you for making me chase you that far. On the other hand, if you stay, not only would I give you the best head you've ever gotten in your life, but chances are I'd probably be so horny myself, I'd be begging for you to fuck me like a whore. Would you like to hear how I'd beg? I'd say, 'Oh, Vincent, I want your cock inside me so badly right now, just fuck me and abuse me and—”
“I'll stay,” Vincent ground out, his face flooding with colour. Despite being a vampire—maybe because he was a vampire, and had done a great deal in that respect—he still grew slightly embarrassed at flagrant sexuality. In particular, the image of Genesis begging for him was a little more than he cared to endure at the moment, if only because he could picture it with startling clarity.
Inside, Genesis was cheering for his victory, but couldn't help a sarcastic comment. “Really?” he said, his voice returning to a normal level. “That's what makes you decide to stay?”
Vincent blushed harder. “No, I—That's not what I—I had to say something to get you to shut up,” he grumbled.
“Uh-huh,” Genesis said, stepping back and crossing his arms with a smirk. It was nice to know there was at least one way he could get under the man's skin. He looked over to Cloud, who returned the smirk with a thumbs up, and Angeal, who rolled his eyes and gave a mildly disapproving look. Both were well aware and used to his unique brand of manipulation; it was only fitting that Vincent go through it as well.
Vincent narrowed his eyes at Genesis. “What you said—I guess I'm just not used to making friends,” he admitted quietly. In all honesty, he couldn't remember the last time he'd even had to make friends. Everyone he knew from back home—Nero, Seph, Zack, Weiss—was either related to him, or had known him for so long they might as well have been related. Not to mention, ever since Rosso fucked with his head, he had a hard time trusting even himself. But Genesis was like a breath of fresh air. For Genesis...
“If it is truly your choice, I'll stay,” he informed him.
“You don't have a choice,” Genesis reminded him cheerfully, extending his hand, pinky out. “Promise me you won't skip out, and you'll teach me how to be a badass vampire just like you?”
Vincent hesitated for a moment before winding his pinky around Genesis'. “Not just like me,” he compromised, “but I'll teach you to be strong.” It was all he could do.
“Good enough,” Genesis said with a nod. “And no more of this brooding douchebaggery,” he added as an afterthought. “I get enough of that with Cloud.”
“Hey,” Cloud said with a pout, “I highly resent that. I don't brood. I contemplate thoughtfully, something you would have no idea how to do, airhead.” Genesis flipped Cloud the finger, and stared expectantly at Vincent.
“I'll do my best,” Vincent said with a hint of a smile.
The redhead jumped up and clapped his hands. “All right, then, it's settled,” he said happily. “Playing the role of newbie vampire, Genesis Rhapsodos, at your service! With his brilliantly charismatic teacher, Vincent Valentine—” Cloud and Angeal snorted in amusement— “and his two human best friends, Cloud Strife and Angeal Hewley, who are still due for a boot up their asses—” Vincent snickered softly— “he sets out to learn about this new life that awaits him. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess; a new chapter has begun!” He turned excitedly to Vincent, who only raised an eyebrow.
“So,” Genesis said, bouncing on his toes, “what's my first lesson?”
Vincent turned his gaze to the window, where the sun had fully set, and the darkness of night finally enveloped the sky, and answered with one word:
“Survival.”
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