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Trick or Treat?	By : GodOfInsanity Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sephiroth/Vincent Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Square Enix's Final Fantasy 7 or any of its characters. I also do not profit from this. This is written purely for practice and for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-Part I
- 2-Part II
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Part II

Entering the Valentine mansion through the front entrance had been surprisingly easy. The huge, wooden double doors had barely offered any resistance at all when the young men pulled them open. The doors seemed to open almost by themselves with a loud groan and a flurry of dust that indicated that the doors hadn’t been opened in a long, long time.
Peering inside through the darkness like a nervous child would, Zack suddenly reared back to sneeze several times. He didn’t seem to stop until his half brother handed him some tissues to blow his sensitive nose with.
“Does everybody have a flashlight?” Asked Angeal as he glanced around at his small gathering of friends.
Zack sniffed a few times before he answered, “I’ve got one, plus a back up in case I lose the first.”
“I’ve got two,” spoke Cloud as he waved one in each hand as if to prove it. As if an afterthought, he glanced around and offered, “Does anyone need a flashlight?”
Ignoring Zack’s sneeze attack, the redhead nodded absently towards his dark-haired best friend as he gazed up at the towering, twisted mansion. It was obvious by the wrinkling of his little nose that he wasn’t especially impressed by his closer inspection of the place. Sighing, he observed rather dramatically, “This place looks creepier from afar. And it looks like shit! I do hope it’s more impressive inside than it is on the outside.”
“They say it is what is inside that counts,” drawled Sephiroth as he brushed past his red-haired friend to enter the foreboding doorway. He knew Genesis was actually scared, but trying to hide it through a thinly veiled disguise of superciliousness.
“Wait!” Started Angeal as he jogged over to stand beside his silver-haired best friend. “Where’s your flashlight, Seph?”
Sephiroth looked at him blankly. “I will use it when I have need of it.”
“All right, well, if you hurt yourself then don’t come griping to me about it,” sighed the taller man.
The green-eyed male smiled wanly. “You seem to forget that I am not Zachary.”
Angeal smiled back. “Good one, Seph.”
“Hey!” Zack didn’t seem too happy with his older friend’s verbal jab about him. He looked to his last resort, which was Cloud, for help.
The blond minor shrugged and smiled sheepishly at his friend. “Well…you gotta admit…it’s kinda true, Zack.”
Coughing loudly to gain everyone’s attention, Genesis announced, “If you girls are done kissing each other, I’d like to know where in good Gaia Seph went.”
Everyone’s attention snapped back to the doorway to see that Sephiroth was, in fact, gone. He had been standing there only mere moments ago.
“He can’t have gone far,” said Angeal as he clicked his flashlight on and aimed it into the unrelenting darkness of the mansion, which seemed to swallow the small beam of light up. “And in any case, this is Sephiroth. He’ll be fine on his own, I’m sure.”
“Let’s just go in now! I want to explore and we’ll probably run into Sephy along the way!” Demanded a hyped up, very impatient Zack. He hated standing or sitting for long periods of time. The young man was just the type of person that always had to be moving and doing something since he was very hyperactive and tended to get bored quite easily.
“For once, I agree with your dumb brother,” sighed Genesis as he turned on his flashlight and strode forth towards the open doorway. Stiff, cautious steps replaced his usual swaying hips and flamboyant gait as if he were afraid he’d fall through the decrepit wood of the porch.
Patting Zack on the back as a means to comfort him, the blond looked at his spiky-haired friend with sympathy. He didn’t understand why Genesis always had to pick on Zack, but he found it endearing that Zack never took the bait. He usually ignored Genesis unless he wanted to defend a friend, but otherwise, the dark-haired student found it beneath him to engage in petty fights. Zack was just one of those guys that was nearly endlessly optimistic in nature and didn’t like to focus on the bad things. He only liked to think about the good things in life, which is why he chose not to bathe himself in negativity. It was also why he was able to look past the redhead’s flaws by being friends with Genesis without compromising himself.
“Hey Cloudy, 100 Gil says that Vincent Valentine is somewhere in the mansion,” whispered Zack with a grin as he walked beside his blond friend as they entered the gaping mouth of the house.
Cloud rolled his eyes. “I’m not taking that bet.”
Zack frowned, resembling a kicked puppy. “Aw, why not?”
The blond wanted to tell him that it was a stupid bet, but he couldn’t find it in himself to admit that. Instead, he opted for saying, “How about we wager on something more realistic…let’s say…like you not speaking for an hour?” Jested a smirking Cloud.
“Hey, no fair! We all know I can’t do that!” Exclaimed Zack, completely oblivious to the fact that his shorter friend was poking some fun at him.
“And nor should you, Zack. You’d be screwed out of 400 Gil,” commented Angeal with a half-smile.
Zack pouted; he didn’t quite get the implication that each of his friends would actually bet 100 Gil for him to lose the bet. “I barely have 100 Gil as it is.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing that you’re not taking this bet, little brother. I’m not lending you any more money. You’re gambling is getting way out of hand as of late.”
“Aw, come on. I don’t bet that much, ‘Geal.”
Cloud coughed, Genesis snorted, and Angeal sighed.
“All right, don’t believe me? How about I bet you that I can go without betting for a whole month?” Raised Zack with his usual dopey grin.
The largest of the males blinked then shone his light in Zack’s face for a split moment. “That’s like a woman claiming that she’s a lady by walking around in trashy clothing and make-up. It doesn’t work that way, bro. Betting that you won’t bet for an extended period of time is still betting, Zack.”
Zack frowned then his eyes lit up in realization. Looking down, he uttered, “Oh.”
Angeal nodded once, mumbled “good” and then turned around to continue on his way through the large room full of dust, cobwebs, spiders, insects, the occasional rat, overturned furniture, and strewn about trash.
“So…that’s a no then?” Inquired the dark spiky-haired youth after about a minute or two of silence.
“Zack…”

[:+ + + + +:]

Staring at the handsome portrait of a pale, dark-haired lord dressed in crimson, Cloud started as soon as he heard a dry cough issue suddenly from behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, the blond’s bright eyes narrowed as soon as he had caught sight of Genesis.
“You shouldn’t wander off on your own,” scoffed the redhead with his hands planted on his narrow hips.
Turning back to the worn portrait in an obvious gesture of dismissal, Cloud then murmured, “I can take care of myself just fine. I think if an emancipated minor can work, go to college, and live on his own, then he can handle himself well enough in a deserted old mansion.”
Being a spoiled only child in a prestigious rich family, Genesis had no inkling to what it felt like to struggle or even be alone. Since he had never worked a day in his life, the red-haired flamboyant male didn’t seem to understand why anyone would gripe about work. To him, what he had was what he deserved and it was his place to have it; however, Cloud on the other hand, had most likely been born to a grueling life of poverty, but that was just his place in the scheme of things. The blond boy deserved to be on the ground struggling for everything that he had while Genesis dug his heel into the worthless boy. It was just the way things were and always would be.
Examining his finely manicured nails for a moment, the pale-eyed college student then directed his gaze towards the blond’s hands. Cloud’s hands couldn’t be considered large, yet they were far from small or slender. They were more of a medium size, neither small nor big as if they fit snugly between the extremes of small and large. From the look of the callouses on his hands, they were working hands that had already labored for years. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he then noticed that there was something that looked like dirt trapped underneath his bitten stubs that attempted to pass for nails. Tearing his gaze away from that sight, Genesis then drawled, “That’s all fine and dandy, but that doesn’t mean you can handle Sephiroth. Someone like you doesn’t deserve someone with such fine and impeccable breeding. You should stick to your own kind.”
The blond boy couldn’t help but feel the prickle of irritation well up in him as he glared momentarily at the portrait. With practiced ease, he relaxed his face and body in an effort to not let anything show. It had taken Cloud several years to rein in his emotion and to use it to his advantage. He was by no means apathetic, but he had learned early on that it was best not to let his enemies witness any weakness. If they couldn’t get a rise from him, then they would grow bored with his unresponsive behavior and go away. The blond boy was no coward, but he knew when to choose his battles and when to ignore something petty.
Studying the painting once more in an effort to ignore the redhead, it was then that he suddenly realized that half of it looked as if it had been clawed away as if by a beast. Next he wondered if this was the portrait of the fabled lord Vincent Valentine. Perhaps the other half of the picture had once contained the portrait of Lucrecia Vincent as well. In his madness, Vincent may have clawed her image away or maybe in one of his drunken, brooding moods, the young lord had slowly ripped away her image with a knife.
Now that Cloud thought about it, so far in his trek through the mansion, he hadn’t seen any portraits of women. Then again, this was the only painting of a person that he had come across. All of the other paintings consisted of animals, landscapes, objects, and demons. They were all tasteful in their own ways, but they lacked normal people. That made Cloud wonder…
“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Snapped a furious Genesis as he strode over to the blond until he was close enough to shove him none too gently.
As soon as unwelcome hands had touched him, Cloud had whirled around to punch the redhead square in the jaw. There was the unmistakable sound of a pop! upon impact that made the slighter male smile faintly. Cloud warily watched the pompous taller male stumble back from the smart blow.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again,” spat Cloud.
Shocked and appalled, Genesis stared wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open like a fish. He absently rubbed at his sore, aching jaw that would most likely later sport a nasty bruise on his pale, proud face. The shock quickly wore off to be replaced by anger, yet before the prideful older male could retaliate, another person chose that moment to enter the room unannounced.
Glancing with disinterest at the other two males, Sephiroth rooted himself right in-between the blond and the redhead. His smoldering green gaze locked onto Genesis as he ordered curtly, “Go find Angeal and Zachary.”
“But—“ Genesis started before he was cut off by a cold glare from his best friend. The look seemed to say: ‘Just do as I say or you will suffer the repercussions of your insubordination’ The silver-haired young man silently watched as the older youth turned on his heel and exited. Sighing quietly, Sephiroth then turned to cast his attention onto the speechless blond.
Something akin to mirth seemed to sparkle in his eyes. Cloud wasn’t too sure what it was, but he knew it wasn’t anger or annoyance. It seemed like…appraisal? It made him wonder if the older student had witnessed the scene. And if he had, how much had he witnessed?
“You have balls, Cloud,” Sephiroth started slowly as her strode over to stand beside the blond. His eyes drifted from the younger male over to the portrait of the dark-haired man. In a quiet voice, he added, “I like that,” but it was clear that he wasn’t referring at all to the painting.
“Thanks,” murmured Cloud as he switched his attention back to the painting. After a stretch of somewhat awkward silence, he asked, “What do you think of that story? You know, the one that Zack told us outside.”
Sephiroth didn’t answer right away, but when he did, his voice was blank, yet carefully measured, “It is nothing more or less than an embellished tale spun by wayward youths with nothing better to do with their time.”
Cloud was about to open his mouth to agree when he heard the other student add thoughtfully, “However…there is always a seed of truth in every story.”
Surprised at hearing the other male say what he had just been actually thinking, Cloud nodded in mutual agreement. He had always found it odd that most people were quick to assume something instead of asking questions. “Yeah, I never believe everything that I hear. Most people are full of shit and like to fill in the gaps to what they think happened.”
The corners of Sephiroth’s lips quirked up just a bit. “Not only are you book smart…you’re street-smart as well. It’s nice to meet another person who doesn’t seem to lack common sense.”
Cloud felt his face heat up at the unexpected compliment and prayed that it was too dark for the other to notice the flush on his face. The more he talked with the older student, the more comfortable he felt towards him. It was as if suddenly the older man was less intimidating to him and more on Cloud’s own level. Sephiroth was surprisingly easier to talk to than he had initially suspected and he felt giddy with relief. He was just glad that there was more to the taller youth than just his ridiculously good looks and cool, almost cold exterior. “Um, thanks, I guess…”
Frowning a bit, the jade-eyed male sighed, “I do not say anything I do not mean, Cloud.” Pausing to focus his slightly melancholic gaze on nothing in particular, he added almost as an afterthought, ”That is possibly why I have few friends.”
“I guess we have that much in common,” murmured the blond in a tone that implied he wasn’t too particularly bothered by that. He turned his head to look at the silver-haired man and nearly jumped on the spot when he noticed that Sephiroth was staring at him intently. He tried to shake it off, but couldn’t help feeling overly warm to the point that he was almost hot. “Sorry, I’m not used to genuine compliments. I appreciate it nonetheless. You’re one of the few people at this school who isn’t a superficial asshole. You’re real.”
“Takes one to know one, I suppose,” remarked Sephiroth as a rare, unpretentious smile graced his lips.
A few minutes of companionable silence passed between them, but it was far from uncomfortable. Cloud liked the fact that Sephiroth was not one of those irksome people that felt it necessary to fill the silence. In spite of that, Cloud felt something internally tug at him until he finally gave in. Hesitant to ruin the moment, the blond boy exhaled deeply before admitting, “I didn’t want to come here tonight.”
One of Sephiroth’s elegant eyebrows perked up, yet his smile did not waver in the slightest. “Oh?”
“Zack begged and begged and begged me until I finally gave into him. I thought the idea of trespassing on some depilated mansion was kinda stupid, but he wouldn’t leave me alone until I said yes. Although to be fair, I do admit a part of me was intrigued by the idea of visiting a historical place in person and mostly, I think I just really didn’t want Zack wandering around alone in the dark and getting hurt or something. You know,” Cloud paused to glance at the other before confessing almost shyly, “He never told me that you were coming along.”
Sephiroth stiffened at Cloud’s confession, but otherwise said nothing. His smooth face was as blank as an amnesiac’s.
Suddenly realizing how he had made that sound, Cloud quickly explained, “Oh, no! I didn’t mean it like that at all! I just…well, I meant I didn’t know you would be with us. I know it sounds stupid, but you’re….well, I kind of—“
“—You like me,” Sephiroth knowingly finished for the blushing, spiky-haired boy. He found it oddly endearing that this kid was quite taken with him. Normally, he would have ignored it and moved on without causing a scene, but somehow this time was different. Cloud was different. So, so refreshingly different when compared to all of the people that vied for his attention. He was dimly aware that the blond was a minor, but when he talked with him, their age gap seemed more filled in due to Cloud’s unexpected maturity. True, the smaller male wasn’t perfect and still had growing to do in many ways, but that was something that could also be applied to Sephiroth himself.
Cloud wanted to duck his head, blush, and mutter some bullshit answer, but a braver, stronger part of himself blocked his cowardly self. No matter how Sephiroth reacted to his answer, he knew he would get over it. Rejection always hurt, but he had survived worse and he knew that he could and would move on. It was now or never.
“Yeah, I do. Got a problem with that?” Gruffly answered Cloud as he eyeballed the taller man like a wolf would another wolf as if trying to gauge whether the other wolf was a threat or not.
The silver-haired college student shivered under that stare, but it went unnoticed by the blond since they were practically bathed in the darkness. It took him a few moments to realize that the younger boy was still staring at him in wait of his answer. Shaking his head in the negative, his mouth opened slightly to murmur, “No, Cloud, I do not.”
Relaxing slightly, the blond coughed and glanced around the creepy room. If he listened closely enough, he could just barely make out the sound of something clawing or scratching at something. Most likely a rat, a mouse, or even a bat trapped somewhere. Not that it particularly mattered to Cloud since he wasn’t scared of any animal. Except well, maybe sharks. Especially those huge, freaky ass sharks with the black, lifeless eyes and the gigantic gaping jaws—
“—Cloud?” Spoke Sephiroth, interrupting the blond’s thoughts. He had no idea what the shorter male was thinking, but whatever it was, he could tell that it was unpleasant.
Blinking twice, the blond looked up at Sephiroth in question before realizing why the other had sought his attention. Running his fingers through his fair spikes, Cloud then half-smiled and mumbled, “Er, yeah, sorry. I got lost in thought for a bit. I think we should go find our friends now. What do you think?”
Sephiroth smiled as if he knew a secret that the blue-eyed boy didn’t know. “After you, Cloud.”

[:+ + + + +:]

“Where do you think the others went?” Quietly inquired Cloud as he followed closely behind Sephiroth as they trekked almost soundlessly through a long, dark corridor with the occasional creak of their weight pressing on old wood. He closed his eyes briefly in momentary bliss once the clean, masculine scent of the older boy wafted into his nostrils. There was a hint of cologne, but it was very faint and fresh smelling. He could also detect the fresh, slightly fragrant scent of the older college student’s shampoo. The blond then wondered how it would smell to bury his noise in Sephiroth’s long, luxurious hair, and yes, Cloud had a hair fetish. Well, specifically the fetish was for long, straight fair hair. And damn, Sephiroth had the kind of hair that drove him crazy. Hair that he was tempted touch, to stroke, to feel tickle his naked body, to taste, to wrap around his hand and yank hard—
A hand made its presence known on his shoulder, causing the distracted blond to jerk with a start and withdraw from his less than pure thoughts. He shifted somewhat as he stared up at the taller man who already had his jade-eyed gaze fixed on him. Cloud hoped that the older boy didn’t notice how tight his pants were on him right now. The last thing that he wanted to happen was to scare away the object of his desires by walking around sporting an erection. That would be very embarrassing…
“Uh, what’s up?”
Sephiroth seemed distracted and didn’t immediately answer for a few moments as he stared unflinchingly at the shorter male. His voice was low and quiet as he spoke. “I said, ‘I do not know where they are.’ And at this point…I do not care to know.”
Most people would have looked at Cloud with concern and would have asked if he was all right or feeling unwell, but Sephiroth wasn’t like most people. He was very strictly direct; sometimes to the point of rudeness, but he always told it like it was. Those traits made him seem all the more imposing than he actually was, yet Cloud didn’t particularly care. The blond didn’t know Sephiroth very well, but he admired that the older boy didn’t beat around the bush or bullshit people. It only made Cloud want him even more than before. He felt that even if Seph could be a complete rude, pompous dick every waking hour of their lives, the blond wouldn’t be bothered by it for as long as Sephiroth was honest. After all, Cloud was friends with Genesis and nothing about that passionate, albeit very dramatic guy bothered him except for the impression that the redhead wasn’t being true to himself. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something told him the demented fire crotch was in denial about something.
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Something was…distracting me…”
Sephiroth snorted, “Obviously.”
Cloud wasn’t the least bit fazed by that. As if to prove it, he grinned and said, “I kinda blame you for that.”
A fine silver eyebrow lifted up in interest. “Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to do something about that…?” Coolly inquired Sephiroth as his long-lashed eyes slowly drifted downwards.
“What?” Confused at first, the blond’s eyes followed the older boy’s lead. Just as it dawned on him as to what the older boy had implied, a strong hand grabbed his crotch in a firm, yet careful and experienced grip. With a start, Cloud stumbled backwards and tripped over one of his own feet. Bracing himself for his fall, he was surprised when a hand had shot forward to grab him by his coat. He was then swiftly jerked upright to stand on his own.
“Careful now, Cloud. Don’t break your pretty, little innocent neck,” snickered Sephiroth before he released his hold on Cloud’s coat and turned on his heel to take his leave.
The spiky-haired boy narrowed his bright blue eyes upon sudden realization that the older man was purposely goading him. But why? He knew it wasn’t out of cruelty or on some bored whim. Cloud could tell that Sephiroth wanted something from him, but what was it? Sephiroth wasn’t an easy person to read in spite of how direct and blunt he came off as. It was as if…Cloud was being tested or challenged by the silver-haired student.
Cloud wasn’t naïve or blind since he had easily glimpsed Sephiroth’s pupils and the slight, yet growing bulge in his leather pants. He was obviously aroused, so what did he want from Cloud? Why didn’t he just take what he wanted? Why was he playing these little games? It was as if he were waiting on Cloud to make the next move…
As if the answer had been dangling in front of him the entire time, Cloud finally realized what the challenge really was. It was…surprising and a bit overwhelming to figure such a thing out, yet it turned Cloud on even more to know what Sephiroth really wanted. The blond just hoped he wasn’t wrong…

[:+ + + + +:]

“Man, I wonder where Spike and Sephy are,” whispered Zack as he explored the spacious, cobweb and dust riddled attic with his half-brother, Angeal. After a couple of unwanted sneezes, the spiky-haired teenager clapped a hand over his nose and mouth.
“That blond mimbo is probably trying to whore himself out to Seph as we speak!” Scowled Genesis as he glared at nothing in particular.
Zack frowned at that since he didn’t really like it when Genesis spoke ill of any of his friends.
“Why do you care so much, ‘Geal? You’ve been making nasty comments and shooting Cloud dirty looks all night. Why? He hasn’t done anything to you,” Asked a weary Angeal. He was tired and just wanted to go home and fall into his comfortable bed. So far, the “spooky” mansion was very boring and filled with nothing but the occasional scratch, squeak, and creak. And of course, there was also Genesis’ constant bitching about Cloud, Sephiroth, and everything else that proved to be tedious.
“Yeah, you act like some possessive, crazy girlfriend. I’m surprised you don’t follow Sephy into the bathroom,” commented Zack with a roll of his eyes. He had meant it merely as a joke and wasn’t the least bit prepared to have the redhead angrily whirl around to confront him.
“I’m not gay!” Nearly shouted a very livid Genesis.
“No one said you were,” calmly stated Angeal as he moved to stand between his friend and brother. He had a look on his face that promised: ‘Try to get past me and I’ll knock you on your ass.’
“Then what are you guys trying to say?” Asked a fuming redhead. His anger was misdirected at his friends, of course, and it stemmed largely from his own deeply buried denial.
Zack shrugged and searched for the right words to use. The only thing he could think to say besides madly in love and gay for Sephiroth was: “Obsessed. You’re kinda obsessed with Sephy.”
Genesis opened his mouth to protest, but only exasperated noises slipped out. His mouth closed, opened, and then closed again. For once, the passionate young man was utterly speechless.
After a couple minutes of awkward silence, something vibrated twice before breaking out into a sappy, feel-good love song. All three males literally jumped at the unexpected sound.
The redhead was the first to speak. “What in the good Goddess is that?”
Zack snapped out of his stunned reverie when he recognized the song. Reaching into his right back pocket, he quickly fished for his pink cell phone. Genesis had teased him relentlessly after finding out that his phone was pink. A girlie phone. He had stopped as soon as Zack had smiled, shrugged, and explained that pink was his girlfriend’s favorite color. He had bought the phone in pink to remind him of her when she wasn’t around.
Flipping it open, the spiky-haired teenager accepted the call with a wide and stupid lovesick smile plastered on his young face. His voice lowered and softened considerably as he turned his back to the other guys as if that would grant him privacy. “Aerith? Is everything okay, babe?”
“Gag me,” growled Genesis as he watched his younger friend chat away on his girlie little phone. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t particularly like Zack’s girlfriend. He felt that she was always butting in on their guy time together and ever since she came into the picture, Zack spent most of his time with the wench. He flat out didn’t like her and hoped the couple would grow tired of each other and split soon.
Angeal said nothing, but grinned as he watched his little brother. Unlike his red-haired best friend, he actually liked Aerith. She was sweet, polite, and kind to his brother and ever since Zack had started going steady with her, his brother was buoyantly happy nearly all of the time. Not to mention that his little brother seemed a bit more grounded now and didn’t seem to run around all that much anymore. His brother wasn’t a dog like Genesis was, but before Aerith, he had dated a lot of girls. The relationships never seemed to last more than a week before Zack’s blue eyes strayed to some other pretty faced thing. For the time being, it seemed that Zack only had eyes for Aerith.
“Good, good. Me? I’m fine. I’m just hanging out with the guys. Where? Oh, you know that old mansion? Yeah, that’s the one. Huh? Oh, well, just because! We like doing dumb stuff sometimes, babe. No, no, I’m fine. We’re all fine, I swear!”
Genesis started pacing back and forth, sighing impatiently as he waited for the phone call to end. He often behaved this way whenever Zack was on the phone with her.
“Are we doing anything right now? Not really. Just exploring the mansion but we haven’t come across anything interesting. Why do you ask? Oh…oh! You mean right now? Sure, I could ditch them. They’ll be fine without me. No, no, it’s okay. They’ll understand, Aerith! I’ll be there in less than an hour, so don’t fall asleep, yet! All right, see ya soon, babe,” spoke Zack in a hushed tone. Before he hung up the phone, he nearly whispered, “I love you.” His face was flushed pink as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and slowly turned around to face the others.
It didn’t take long for Genesis to put everything together. A slow, wide smirk slithered onto his lips as he stared at the spiky-haired teen. He didn’t know whether to laugh or to scream in victory. “I knew it! You popped her cherry already!”
Zack frantically waved his hands and shook his head in denial, but what ultimately betrayed him was the deepening of the blush on his face.
“You don’t need to explain yourselves to us, Zack. Go to your girl. Cloud and Seph will understand,” softly spoke Angeal as he ruffled his little brother’s dark spikes.
“Thanks, ‘Geal! Bye guys!” Hastily said Zack as he high-tailed it out of the room and into the hallway.
Angeal decided to check his own cell phone and saw how late it was before he noticed a few unread text messages from Sephiroth. Clicking on his inbox, he read:
Sephiroth[9:57PM]: Sometimes I want to strangle your brother and Genesis. They are both insufferable idiots.
Sephiroth[10:38PM]: To think I could be sleeping right now instead of dying of boredom. I think I will plan a trip to an educational museum of some sort in the near future. I know for a fact that both of them will hate it. That will be my revenge.
Sephiroth[11:20PM]: Could you do me a favor, ‘Geal? I do not care how you do it, but find a way to make Gen and Zack leave the mansion.
Smiling a bit from his younger friend’s annoyance, Angeal then noticed that the third message was only a few minutes old. He quickly typed up a reply asking ‘Why?’
Barely fifteen seconds passed before Sephiroth replied:
Sephiroth[11:25PM]: Just do it. I will explain later.
Frowning, Angeal replied, ‘Explain now or I won’t do it.’
Sephiroth[11:27PM]: Very well. I am with Cloud right now and I think he is about to try something. I would prefer it if we were not interrupted.
‘Gotcha. I’ll get them out now. Have a good night and don’t break the kid.’ The dark-haired young man smiled as if they were talking face-to-face. He knew Zack would be delighted to know about this, but he knew Sephiroth wouldn’t want him saying anything to anyone. His silver-haired best friend was a very private person and didn’t often reveal anything remotely personal.
Sephiroth[11:30PM]: Do not worry. I doubt I will be the one doing the breaking.
Shaking his head at Sephiroth’s message, Angeal put his phone away and grabbed Genesis by the collar of his jacket. “Let’s go, Gen.”
Confused at being nearly dragged by his taller and stronger friend, the redhead cried, “Where are we going?!”
“You and I…are going somewhere private so we can have a long talk about you.”

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Following Cloud into another room, Sephiroth tried to ignore the pang of disappointment that stabbed him through the chest. He had seen some potential in Cloud, but now it appeared to him that the blond didn’t have it in him after all. Perhaps the kid was just too young and lacked the will to do what Sephiroth desired most from him.
As soon as the green-eyed man had entered the room, firm hands had quickly grabbed him by the collar of his trench coat and jerked him away from the door. Shocked, Sephiroth merely gaped at the blond boy as said boy swiftly shut and locked the door. He gave no time for Sephiroth to object to the situation by nearly dragging the taller male through a room that appeared to once have been someone’s personal bedchambers.
Cloud’s flashlight was still on and tucked away in his back pocket. The beam of light bounced upwards at the dust and cobwebbed riddled slanted ceiling with each movement he made. The room was too dark for them to make out any colors or designs since they could barely make out any of the furniture in the sparsely lit darkness. It was still evident that this vacant room had seen better decades.
Shoving Sephiroth down on his rear on the dirty bed, Cloud didn’t give him any time to protest, let alone blink before he was upon the older male like a beast devouring its prey. One hand cradled the back of Sephiroth’s head while he crushed their mouths together feverishly. As he worked his mouth against the older male’s mouth, his other hand snaked down between them to rub, grind, and fondle the groaning man through the crotch of his tight black leathers.
But it would not be that easy for Cloud. After the initial shock had worn off, Sephiroth pressed hard against the slighter male and grabbed a fistful of blond spikes while he propelled his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth in a display of dominance. As much as he desired to be forced down and fucked, he wouldn’t do it without a proper struggle. If Cloud had it in him to restrain and fuck him, then it would happen, but if he didn’t have it in him, Sephiroth would be forced to fuck the teenager. He really hoped that he didn’t have to resort to the latter.
As if he had read Sephiroth’s mind, Cloud wrapped several handfuls of the taller man’s hair in his left hand before he yanked the older male’s head back. His right hand quickly unbuckled and ripped out his belt from the loops of his jeans. The unexpected pain of having his hair pulled momentarily stunned Sephiroth. Working fast, the blond released Sephiroth’s hair in favor of grabbing both of the older male’s wrists. With a vice-like grip, the blue-eyed boy used one hand to pin them together against one of the old-fashioned rusty bars of the bronze headboard of the bed. With his free hand, he swiftly wound the leather belt tight around the older man’s wrists until he felt the belt had him secured. Cloud then buckled the belt and sat back on his heels to study his handiwork. This wasn’t exactly a planned thing so he had to take a few moments to think about what he wanted to do next.
Painfully turned on by this point, Sephiroth gawked at Cloud with wide green eyes. He was pleasantly surprised to see how quickly and efficiently the younger boy had worked to subdue him. Cloud was far stronger than he looked and by the previous feel of the slighter body pressed against him, it had been obvious the youth had a hard body. A downward glance at Cloud’s crotch proved that the boy was just as aroused as he was.
Testing the strength of the belt, Sephiroth writhed on the dusty, filthy bed like a wanton whore silently begging for more. He would never beg Cloud, but he would use his body language to tell him what he wanted. And right now, he wanted the shorter male to peel his pants off and fuck him fast and hard.
“I don’t have anything on me to ease the way,” said Cloud after several minutes of watching an impatient Sephiroth squirm around. He had noticed that the longer he made him wait, the more agitated and frustrated the older man got.
“I think I have something in my coat. Just hurry up and get on with it,” snapped Sephiroth as he glared heatedly at the slighter male.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders,” spoke Cloud in a level voice that had a slight husk to it. As if to piss off Sephiroth even more, he slowly searched the other man’s coat pockets at his leisure as if they had all the time in the world.
Sephiroth continued to glare at Cloud, yet said nothing since he knew the younger boy was right. He was at the blond’s mercy unless he found a way to wriggle out of the belt, which was very unlikely. He was strong, but he wasn’t Angeal strong.
Finding a small plastic bottle of something, Cloud grabbed his flashlight from his back pocket and held the bottle in the light. It was hand lotion. Dropping the bottle on the bed, he next placed the flashlight down beside it. Smirking, he then directed his blue gaze back at the gorgeous man. “Always prepared, huh? Or maybe this is for…”
“I wash my hands a lot, Cloud. They tend to dry out from the soap so I need lotion to moisturize them,” drawled Sephiroth with the underlying tone of both impatience and arousal laced into his voice.
“Mhm, I totally believe you,” grinned the blond as he crawled over the wiggling body. He stopped at the older man’s waist, undid his leather pants, and then used his strength to jerk the tight pants from those pale hips and long legs. He was nearly finished when something hindered him in his removal of Sephiroth’s tedious, yet sexy pants. His damn shin-high boots. Sighing, he quickly unzipped each boot before yanking each one off and tossing them away. There was a clunking noise of a boot hitting the floor and then a shattering noise of a boot crashing into something fragile. Most likely a mirror.
Once the boots were gone, he went back to removing the tiresome leathers from Sephiroth’s lower body. Staring at the pants in his hands, he admired the warm leather for a moment before tossing them aside like trash. As sexy as they were, they still pissed him off. Sliding his hands up long and toned legs, he stopped once he had reached the other man’s hips. The skin was so smooth and silky that it made him consider that perhaps Sephiroth either shaved a lot or maybe he was obsessed with lotion. Glancing down at Sephiroth’s erection, he watched as if mesmerized as droplets of precome oozed out of the tip of his engorged dick.
“Take a picture, it will last longer,” remarked Sephiroth dryly. As impatient and needy as he was, he felt his body shiver from the slight touches of Cloud’s hands. The blond’s feverish stare alone was enough to make him bite his bottom lip.
Meeting Sephiroth’s jade-green eyes, he agreed, “You’re right, it will last longer. Longer than you…”
Not waiting for a response, the blond forced the older male’s legs apart so that he could settle between them. Grabbing the lotion, he unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a generous amount. Coating his fingers with the non-scented lotion, he then lowered his hand and eased a slick finger into the hidden orifice of Sephiroth’s body. He didn’t wait for adjustment before he slipped in a second and then a third finger. Stretching quickly, yet carefully, he then determined that the older student had done this before by the way he relaxed his muscles. Good.
Sephiroth didn’t dare move as he watched with half-lidded eyes. He allowed the blond to stretch him for what was to come. Perhaps another time he might fuck himself on Cloud’s fingers, but right now, all he wanted was for the digits to be removed and replaced by something far bigger and longer.
Once he was satisfied with his work, Cloud slipped his fingers out in favor of unzipping his own pants. He then squeezed more lotion on his hands before he tugged his enflamed cock out to lather it with a substantial amount of lotion. He closed his eyes and thought of repulsive thoughts to keep himself from creaming in his own hands. It would be very embarrassing if he came before he had the chance to enter that magnificent body.
Sephiroth was shocked for the zillionth time that night. Cloud was…huge. Not as big as Sephiroth himself, but he was longer. The well-endowed boy was proof enough that height and body mass didn’t determine the size of a man’s penis at all. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Cloud was a grower or a shower…
Bending one of Sephiroth’s knees to his still clothed chest, Cloud then lined himself up at the older man’s orifice before he plunged in. With a strained grunt, he slid into the tight, clenching heat of Sephiroth’s ass. Once fully sheathed, he paused to take in the sight of the writhing man beneath him. The older male’s head was thrown back in ecstasy with his mouth open and his eyes squeezed shut. The leg that wasn’t bent to his own chest wrapped itself around Cloud’s waist to pull him as close and as deep as possible. He then rolled his body in a desperate attempt to get the boy above him to move, to do something.
Taking the not so subtle hint, the blond held onto the bent leg with one hand and anchored his other hand to Sephiroth’s hip to brace himself as he thoroughly fucked him. With each hard thrust, he plowed deeper and deeper until he swore he could feel Sephiroth’s fucking stomach with the tip of his dick. It was so tight and so hot and so good that he had to concentrate hard not to lose himself just yet. He was afraid to open his eyes to the groaning and moaning sight of the older man rolling beneath him in sync with every movement. Sephiroth was obviously a pro at this with the way he met each thrust, bucking and grinding himself against Cloud.
Feeling himself close to the edge, Cloud released Sephiroth’s bent leg so that he could snake his hand between them to wrap slick fingers around the older man’s neglected cock. Pumping the impressive length a few times was all that was needed before Sephiroth threw his head back with a silent scream as he exploded. It was at that exact moment that Cloud chose to open his eyes and look at his silver-haired lover. It was a combination of the messy, erotic sight of Sephiroth ejaculating and the feel of the man’s muscles clamping around his thrusting dick that made him lose himself completely. Grabbing a fistful of Sephiroth’s lovely hair, he used it to jerk the man’s face towards his as he bent over him. Crushing his lips to the older man’s, Cloud ate his euphoric scream while he spilled himself into Sephiroth with a few more jerky thrusts into his spasming body.

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It was in the flickering darkness that Sephiroth awoke, very much alone and cold. Sitting up on the bed, he noticed the dying flashlight on the bed. Staring at it for a moment, he then glanced around the room and noticed that Cloud was nowhere in sight. Looking down at himself, he also realized that he was completely dressed except for his coat and boots. His trench coat was nowhere in sight.
The last thing he remembered was having sex with Cloud and then blacking out. Looking at his reddened wrists, he rubbed at the sore flesh. This was proof enough that it had happened recently, along with soreness he felt in his backside. Where was Cloud? Maybe he had wandered off for some reason or another. He couldn’t imagine the blond boy leaving him all alone in the deserted mansion, though. Something told him that Cloud wasn’t that kind of person. Maybe he was in trouble, or hurt, or something. Whatever it was, Sephiroth would go find him.
Something was whispering. But what or who was it? Was it Cloud? Sephiroth slipped off the bed until his bare feet touched the cool floor. The whispering grew more insistent as he stood there glancing around. He thought about grabbing his boots, but that sounded like a waste of time.
Padding out of the room, the silver-haired man glanced around in the darkness. The moonlight that spilled into nearly every window of the eerie mansion gave him just enough light to see. Where was he supposed to go? He didn’t know, but all he knew was that incessant whispering seemed to be pulling and tugging at him so he followed it.
Sephiroth wanted to call out Cloud’s name, but found that he couldn’t speak. All he could do was walk. Walk through lengthy hallways as he turned left then right then left again until he found himself walking down stone stairs until he was swallowed up by the darkness of the basement.
The whispering had lessened and felt more like caresses to his ears as he strode through darkness. He couldn’t see anything, yet it seemed as if his body knew instinctively where to go as he walked.
And then suddenly, the whispering stopped.
Coming to an abrupt stop, Sephiroth’s green eyes widened when bursts of flame appeared out of nowhere. Several candles in the basement had suddenly lit themselves, yet there was no one around. How could that be?
The only thing Sephiroth could see was a smooth, lacquered black coffin in the center of the room. The lid to the coffin was wide open and inside it, a body slowly rose up.

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Rooted to the spot, Sephiroth watched with rapt horror and intrigue as a young, pale man slowly arose to an upright position in the coffin. The deathly pale man didn’t move; he just sat there like a mannequin with his eyes barely open. Feeling the fear beginning to ebb away, Sephiroth then chose that moment to study the pale man more closely without moving from his spot. He couldn’t help but notice that the strange man was very easy on the eyes and he definitely couldn’t help feeling instantly attracted to him. For as stunningly beautiful as the man was, he was equally as frightening.
Clad in outdated, tattered crimson and black attire, he looked remarkably like the nobleman depicted in the painting that he and Cloud had studied. Long, inky black hair spilled over his shoulders, face, and down his back in chaotic sweeps. When the pale man turned his handsome face towards Sephiroth, the young man automatically noticed the glowing, inhuman blood-red eyes. It took him a moment to realize that instead of normal, circular pupils, the man had thin slits that made him look like a demon.
The second Sephiroth’s normal green eyes locked with the strange man’s glowing ones, he felt a chill roll down his spine as pinpricks poked his skin like little ice cold needles. He felt frozen in place while he felt the peculiar sensation of talon-like hands running themselves all over his body as if in an effort to rid him of all of the unpleasant feelings he was experiencing. Sephiroth found that he could not move no matter how hard he tried to. Even though he could still move his eyes, he couldn’t see any hands touching him at all. Nothing seemed to be touching him, but it certainly felt like he was being touched.
The crimson-clad man didn’t speak as he gingerly rose out from his coffin to step onto the ground as if it were his first time walking in years. Burning eyes still focused intently on the young man; he stood straight and still as he waited patiently for something. After several minutes of intense staring, the pale man lifted his clawed, gauntlet hand to beckon the silver-haired man to come to him.
When Sephiroth did not budge from his spot, the dark-haired man sighed almost wistfully. In a low, yet deep monotonous voice, he rasped, “Come to me.”
As if by magic, the green-eyed youth felt his body move forward against his own will. It was as if he was a puppet and some unseen force was pulling his strings in an effort to fulfill the eccentric man’s bidding. First came the initial shock and then came the coursing anger as he tried to fight the foreign impulse to actually walk over to the strange man. But try as he might, his body ignored his fuzzy brain as it strode forward almost like a robot towards the silent, demonic beauty.
Sephiroth felt his heart hammer wildly in his ribcage when his body had stopped to stand still before the dark creature. The other man, or thing, whatever it was, was so close to him that they were nearly touching. He smelled the dark-haired being’s musky scent when he had inhaled sharply.
The other man smelled good, really good. Sephiroth couldn’t quite place the scents, but he thought he recognized the slight smell of cinnamon and earth. He happened to love the smell of spice, especially cinnamon, and didn’t mind the smell of the outdoors, either.
The crimson-eyed male was nearly Sephiroth’s height, which made them just about eye level. If he leaned just a little bit forward, then their noses would be touching. Sephiroth should be scared and he should be repulsed, but he found that he wasn’t either of those things. Instead of the normal feelings a human would have had in his place, Sephiroth felt a heady mix of desire, anger, anticipation, and arousal.
For several long moments, the silent being merely studied Sephiroth as if he were scrutinizing a particular tasty looking cut of hot, sizzling meat. At one point during his sizing up of Sephiroth, he actually swiped the tip of his long, red tongue over his own pale lips. His slitted pupils were fully dilated, which made him resemble a predatory cat.
In spite of the odd sensations assaulting Sephiroth, he felt the distinct desire to open his mouth to speak. He wanted to demand what this strange man’s intentions were and he desperately wanted him to release him from this…body lock or whatever it was that held him rigidly in place against his will. The silver-haired youth was pretty damn sure that whatever was preventing him from moving was this bizarre man’s doing.
As if reading Sephiroth’s thoughts, the dark man slowly tilted his head to the right side as he gazed at the human before him. His deep voice sounded raspy as he spoke, “Do not worry…I do not intend to harm you. Just the very opposite, in fact…”
Sephiroth was startled when he felt his skin tight muscle shirt being shucked from his body as if it were made of thin paper. Next followed the ice cold feel of metal claws of a gold gauntlet hand running down the expanse of his exposed pale, yet healthily toned, hairless body. His body shuddered at the feeling as goose bumps arose in the aftermath of the metal hand’s trek across his skin. His muscles tensed and jumped sporadically while the sharp tips of those metallic fingers dragged languidly down over his quivering abdominal muscles. He then inhaled sharply through his nose when he had felt the hand stop at the waistband of his rather tight leather pants. The look on Sephiroth’s flushed face seemed to declare: ‘Don’t you dare!’
Ignoring the younger man’s defiant gaze, the crimson clad man ever so lightly trailed his metal claws over the younger man’s leather clad groin. He smiled faintly at the gasp that was a result of his teasing touch of the youth’s growing bulge. His smile soon vanished as it was soon replaced by a hungry, predatory expression that seemed hauntingly etched into the features of his fine face.
Both gauntlet hands moved to grip the waistband of the paralyzed man’s pants for only mere seconds right before he yanked with such force that the leather was effortlessly torn off from his body as if it were merely fragile skin.
Sephiroth gaped at the strange man with wide, shocked eyes since he didn’t quite believe what had just occurred. No one could just rip leather pants away from a body like that! Not to mention the asshole had just ruined his best and favorite pair of leather pants! But he had done it nonetheless.
Standing completely stark naked, Sephiroth shivered from the cold chill of the room. He was proud of his body and worked hard to stay in shape, but still, he couldn’t help feeling so exposed and helpless like this before the other man. At least his clothes had provided some form of protection for his body.
There was no telling what this weird being was planning to do to him and whether or not he would actually live through it to tell the tale. However, as he watched the lustful eyes slowly sweep over every inch of his exposed flesh, he began to have his own suspicions as to what the dark man wanted from him.
Said dark man suddenly gripped him by the base of his skull and pulled him flush up against his body. With a slightly cocked head, he stared deeply into Sephiroth’s bright green eyes. Smiling wryly, he then murmured, “Your friends left you…”
Sephiroth attempted to respond to that, but had no time and no control to as he was whirled around and lifted up by his hips. The crimson-eyed male easily placed him on the edge of the open coffin and then forced his legs apart with both hands. Dropping to his knees, he swiftly gripped the base of Sephiroth’s erect cock with a cold, metallic hand as his mouth swept down to engulf the organ in its wet, searing heat.
Head thrown back with his lips parted in a soundless cry, the silver-haired man could do little to nothing except take the pleasure that was forced upon him. It would seem that he was allowed minimal movement when it came to closing his eyes, gripping the edge of the coffin, and throwing his head back. He could even move his hips a little in rhythm to the scorching, wet mouth that sucked and licked Sephiroth’s dick as the dark-haired man’s head bobbed up and down on him.
There was the sound of something being unlatched and then the sound of something heavy and metallic clattering loudly to the ground. The sound reverberated loudly throughout the room, causing Sephiroth’s ears to ring from the unpleasant sound. A part of him wondered what the noise was all about, but most of his brain didn’t particularly give a damn since it had ceased to function the moment the dark man’s mouth had begun pleasuring him.
The same invisible force that had forced Sephiroth to come to the dark man now forced him to roll over and lie back until his chest hit the other side of the coffin. It felt awkward and uncomfortable to be lying across an open surface with the sides of the coffin digging into his chest and hips.
Seizing the younger man by his knees, the crimson-eyed male bent his knees and pushed them apart so that he could stand comfortably between those long legs. Two cold, bare hands trailed themselves slowly up the parted legs like snakes slithering in patient pursuit of a kill. Said hands idly roamed over the taut flesh until they reached Sephiroth’s backside. He then used both hands to spread apart the cheeks to expose the orifice that had been hidden by them. Long, silky cool hair tickled the young man’s legs and ass as the dark man leaned over.
Sephiroth nearly came at the pleasurable feeling of something wet and long swirling and poking around at his puckered portal. Groaning through clenched teeth, he gripped the edge of the coffin with both hands so hard that his knuckles looked bone white. The obviously very talented tongue of the man between his spread legs spent several minutes turning him into a submissive pile of squirming flesh. It didn’t take him very long at all to forget that he was captive and at the mercy of this strange, inhuman man.
During the time that the dark man’s tongue had rimmed him, he had already ejaculated once from the rimjob alone. In spite of his orgasm, the jade-eyed male still remained as hard as ever. The tongue probing his ass wasn’t enough and he knew fingers wouldn’t be, either. There was only one thing that would grant him satisfaction and in spite of himself, he found himself silently pleading for it. If he had had use of his mouth, or body, he might have verbally demanded his desires, but he never would have begged. Begging was one of the few things he had never stooped to no matter how much his past lovers had tried to provoke him into doing.
The tongue fucked his hole in pale imitation of what other, far larger parts could and would do to it. It wasn’t too long before said tongue withdrew and was replaced by two very cold, yet very slick fingers. The two digits slid easily, yet cautiously inside with barely any resistance at all from the expanding and contracting muscles. With practiced expertise, they slowly and thoroughly stretched the younger man’s ass until it could take two more fingers. By the time he was finished stretching the willing man, Sephiroth was a panting, groaning mess with his long silver hair clinging to his sweat-slickened face, back, and chest.
Sephiroth wasn’t a virgin in any sense of the word. He had had his share of willing partners and had experimented in nearly everything except for water sports and scat play. There was just no way that he would piss, shit, or puke on anyone, or allow anyone to do the same to him. Degradation and humiliation wasn’t a part of his game; however, he was a man who preferred giving and receiving pain with some pleasure.
As much as Sephiroth liked to top, he found that he enjoyed bottoming much more because the feeling of being fucked both freed and invigorated him more than anything else did. Being held down, or tied up while someone else fucked him senselessly was something that turned him on more than anything, be it real or imagined. Of course, being the stubborn and combative person that he was, he never willingly offered his ass to just anyone. They had to force him, to fight him, to tie him up, and/or to hold him down in some effective way. His only other major kink was being dominated in every possible way as long as he wasn’t seriously injured or forced to partake in something he disliked or found particularly repulsive.
Without any warning, Sephiroth was then swiftly flipped over onto his back on the red, smooth, and plush cushioning of the coffin. The material his bare skin came into contact with was a sharp, cold contrast to how hot and feverish his oversensitized flesh felt.
Panting, he rose to sit up only to be gingerly pushed back down flat on his back. Green eyes heavily hooded and darkened by lust, he watched avidly as the other man seemed to loom over him in a nearly menacingly manner. There was something dangerous and unknown about this dark man that bothered Sephiroth, yet turned him on at the same time. There was nothing that he could do but lay there and take whatever the crimson-clad man had planned.
The dark man gazed down at him for a few moments as if he were inwardly debating on what to do with him. His dilated, blood-red eyes took in every square inch of skin much in the way an appreciative lover might. Snapping out of his momentary reverie, the inky black-haired male quickly unbuttoned his pants enough so that he could quickly tug out his very erect and swollen dick. A droplet of his seed, reminiscent of a pearl, emerged slowly from the slit of his penis to roll down the length of the turgid flesh in a tantalizing, erotic display that made Sephiroth’s mouth water.
Not bothering to speak, the dark man grabbed both of Sephiroth’s legs and propped a leg over each of his shoulders. Positioning himself with one hand and gripping the green-eyed man’s hip, he nearly effortlessly penetrated Sephiroth’s loosened orifice without much resistance at all. The pleasurable feel of the slick and contracting muscles made him sigh quietly as he slowly sank all the way inside the younger man’s hot, spasming ass.
Sephiroth felt dirty, yet insanely aroused at being used by this man against his own will like some powerless marionette. He could do little to nothing except claw at the smooth upholstery while he panted and moaned as the dark man slowly took him as if savoring every moment. He thought he would die from the excruciatingly slow, yet deep thrusts into his writhing, feverish body.
After several minutes of being fucked slowly, it became clear to Sephiroth that the dark man had no intentions of rushing anything. Sometimes the dark-haired being would angle himself just right and then thrust deeply into his heat until he was pressed against his prostate. He would push hard, rubbing the head of his cock against those bundle of nerves that drove Sephiroth batshit crazy. This was repeated often enough that it was just as torturous as it was blissful.
Lost in the haze of tormenting pleasure, Sephiroth barely felt the prick of teeth against his neck as cool fingers wrapped around his weeping dick. Squeezing and pumping, fingers rubbed and worked at his erection with touches that alternated between light and hard. A thumb stroked, circling the sensitive head of his cock until it decided to press the nail against the slit. Crying out, Sephiroth’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his back arched as far as he could go. A pale, naked body was spread over him, thrusting languidly, yet deeply into his body as an equally colorless hand paid tribute to his aching organ. Something penetrated his neck almost like it did his body, yet it was good, oh so good. He pressed his neck against that mouth, that mouth sucking him dry as he fucked that hand and was fucked by that demon’s ruthless, plunging body.
It wasn’t until Sephiroth came that his voice and ability to move had returned to him. It took several long minutes of lying still and panting in the afterglow of passionate sex that he realized this.

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“Damn you, Vincent! You really had me going, you know,” growled Sephiroth as he glared into the crimson eyes of his dark-haired lover. “What were you trying to play at?”
The dark man said nothing for a few minutes as he stroked Sephiroth’s face with the backs of his fingers. He slowly lay down in the coffin and took the silver-haired male down with him so that he was lying in his arms. With a flick of his wrist, the candles were shunt and the lid to the coffin shut, trapping them both inside.
“Are you going to answer me or not?” Demanded Sephiroth as he stared down at his silent lover.
“Sometimes I find it difficult to speak when I am looking upon you. Do forgive me, previous,” answered Vincent in a measured, unrushed voice. His hand continued to stroke the soft skin of the younger male’s visage.
Despite his need for answers, Sephiroth felt the desire to press his lips against Vincent’s cold, smooth lips. Feeling those lips part under his, he took his time enjoying the kiss much as the dark man had took his time enjoying him. He could still taste his own blood and semen in Vincent’s mouth as his tongue leisurely explored. When he finally parted from his mouth, the silver-haired man slowly lay his head on Vincent’s shoulder with half his face hidden by pale skin.
Sephiroth sighed, “Was that a no, Vincent?”
“Did you not enjoy it, Sephiroth? If you found no pleasure in it, I will never do it again. I only sought to give you that which you desire. Your desire is mine. Always mine,” explained the crimson-eyed vampire as he continued to stroke long fingers across the naked flesh of his human lover.
The green-eyed male propped his chin on Vincent’s shoulder so he could look at him. He smiled his typical Sephiroth smirk. “I loved it and yes, you’re very good at it. Almost suspiciously so…”
Vincent smiled back, but offered no more words.
Sephiroth suddenly felt a wave of guilt crash over him once he realized he had forgotten all about Cloud. And well, with remembering Cloud made him remember that he had cheated on Vincent.
Picking up on Sephiroth’s feelings, the vampire’s hand stilled. “What is the matter, precious?”
“Do you know where Cloud went? I woke up…and he was gone.”
“The blond boy?” Calmly inquired Vincent as he begun once again to caress the skin of Sephiroth’s body.
Sephiroth nodded.
“He is sleeping. Safe and sound in one of the guest rooms. I draped your coat over him to keep him warm. He will be comforted by your scent when he awakens.”
“Vincent…“
“If I had not desired you to partake in another once more, I would not have allowed it. Do not feel guilty.”
At this, the vampire’s young lover was confused. “But why? I belong to you, so why would you allow me to do such a thing? I cannot even think about sharing you with anyone without getting angry and jealous…”
“You are young yet, Sephiroth. I am old and I have lived. You have not. I would not dare take your freedom from you until you are ready to join me. And do not worry, I have no need for another. As long as I have you, I need no one else.”
Sephiroth sighed, but it was not a sigh of sorrow. Burying his face in the vampire’s shoulder again, he murmured, “I do not like those stories about you. They make you out to be a monster. Every time Zack tells them…I want to break his jaw even though I know he does not mean any harm.”
“As long as you know the truth then it matters not to me. Humans always weave truth however way they wish it so long as it whets their salacious appetites.”
“I like the truth better…even though it is sad. It is wretched that he killed her in front of you and then made you what you are just so you can live with the agony.”
Vincent’s face was unreadable, almost as if he were recalling a memory. “That was a long time ago, Sephiroth. I shall not forget it, but I do not dwell on it, either. In some ways…I am grateful for what he did.”
“Why?” Sephiroth looked up at the other in curiosity. He found it odd that anyone would find something good about a tragedy. But then again, Vincent Valentine was a very odd man, well, vampire.
“Because I have you now. You are to me what Lucrecia could never be. So yes, in a sense, I am grateful to be what I am. I would not have met you otherwise. Do you understand now?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” mumbled Sephiroth as he hid his face in Vincent’s skin. He was still not used to the fact that someone actually loved him. To be reminded of it made him feel like some blushing little virgin girl. Of course, he would never dare admit to such a thing even though he already knew that his vampire could read his mind if he so wished to.
After a long stretch of silence, Vincent was the one who broke the silence this time. “Sephiroth?”
“Hm?”
“I felt something in my mouth when you kissed me. It felt like…metal.”
“Oh, that. Zack bought me one of those vibrating tongue rings. It is kind of bulky and I have to be careful when I speak, but it is supposed to feel good when it is turned on and…” Sephiroth trailed off when he felt something poking him. He groaned. “Oh no, not again.”
“Yes, again,” purred Vincent and if Sephiroth could see in the dark, he would have seen the vampire’s toothy, somewhat lecherous grin.

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Damn, Part II is LONG. Anywho, if there are mistakes, and I bet there are, please let me know. Feedback is always greatly appreciated. =]
By the way, I am aware that Vincent was wearing clothes when he was having sex with Sephiroth, but then they seemed to be gone the next moment. Why? Well, let’s just say he can rid himself of his clothes with physically doing so.
Also, my other fictions will be updated…eventually. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed.
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