A Multitude Of Sins

"Dreams ache. Let me help you."



Cloud stared out into the heavy darkness he could not see through. The arm he gripped with suddenly cold hands was felt along as if unknown territory. They were thin but strong, and they held him close with only a fraction of the true power they possessed. The lips that lingered on the cupped shell of his ear were soft and moist, parted to allow his warm and scented breath to brush the sensitive skin. It was carried with blood and something more pleasant, something almost spicy and wild.



"Tell me."



Cloud didn't know how to answer, or how to explain. He couldn't understand what the vampire wanted, but he marveled at both his stealth and his agility. It then occurred to him that the arm he inspected and searched was made of metal, and Cloud closed his eyes and allowed the sensuality and closeness to soothe him. His silence was heard and held, and Vincent Valentine was quite pleased in its depths. He would not rape it with his useless words, and all he did was move his slender hips and press the considerable swell of his crotch to the naked rear before him. Cloud held in all surprise, and merely stood still and motionless, moving only to touch the real arm that held him. Between them, no words seemed to be needed; but Vincent was awakening the worst of his nightmare... those dark azure eyes fading away.



Fading away... as Zack had truly done.



Cloud's lids raised with the heavy weight of anchors, and he was sorrowfully aware of all the wisps of fading smoke his life was releasing. The importance had been dulled into nothing more than necessity... and even then, Cloud felt as if the burdens he was forced to carry were all in the name of a justice he didn't understand.



"The past," Cloud whispered in a tone that hung in the air pitifully, and he felt more shameful tears fill his light blue orbs as Vincent hugged him tighter and moved to brush their cheeks together. He found Cloud's tears, and allowed his own skin to be their foundation, rocking the much younger man as if he were some wounded and abandoned child. Cloud rotated the pale and bland face he possessed, and forced Vincent to do the same. He was sure in the dark, the creature saw more than he ever would, but he did see the eyes of the man that held him, and they were a sweet and glittering comfort. "It's always what hurts the most isn't it?," Cloud asked, his voice stronger, but still low in a whisper, "What wants to cut us down. Vincent... it's what kills you, isn't it?"



The somber man hugged him back into the firm warmth of his stomach and chest, and moved his face closer to allow Cloud to clearly whiff the cinnamon-blood smell of his breath. "Yes," he answered in his deep and masculine tone; and Cloud felt the chest he rested on rumble from its force, "Yes, that's what kills me, Cloud." The blond blindly sought the other's lips, hearing Zack in his head, his fading voice nothing but tenderness and want. Almost a cry for help.



' "You... you don't understand..." '



Cloud and Vincent met in a slow, deep kiss; their lips firmly pressing down on one another in hard and demanding fashion. The rim of Cloud's lower lip rested beneath Vincent's own, allowing his tongue to move out and push on fangs. Vincent opened his jaw, and allowed Cloud to push his tongue in deeply, finding the blood-rich organ of the other in a firm and tugging battle. A soft moan came from Vincent, something that had been held in for so many years; locked within his coffin with his own self loathing and self hatred. Now, however, he felt something like completion, and it grew as an arm raised and a hand pressed on the back of his black head. This brought him nearer, and red eyes fluttered and then closed as their kiss became the world. One arm dipped low, a hand brushing across the twitching organ and making Cloud break their kiss to gasp and suckle his bruised bottom lip.



"Let me," Vincent said in a smooth purr, and his hand closed around the jumping cock with authority, his hips swaying and pushing on Cloud's ass to allow his own erection to be felt. Cloud moaned and laid his head back, resting it to the heavily cloaked shoulder of the vampire. His stomach raised and lowered with his heavy breath, and Vincent began to nip and nibble at the tender skin of his neck. For a moment, Cloud wished the man to sink those teeth in; to take away his life and put him out of his misery, but then his hand, with its calloused palm, began to slide along his cock, and Cloud groaned and weakly pushed his own hips.



"Let me," Vincent repeated, and Cloud swallowed thickly and nodded his blond head, squeezing down on the metal arm he held. The fleshy hand of the vampire found his penis in a firm and authoritative grip, feeling every pulse and jump the organ took in its quest for pleasure. This excited him as well, his lean body thrumming with sexual adrenaline he had not felt in ages. Ages long past... and Cloud Strife was now the object of his obsessive lust. For the man not only confused him in a somewhat pleasing way, but all the things that were known and true about him were wonderfully heroic. For once, Vincent wished to stand in the light of everything; if it burned his sinful flesh... he would die in Cloud's warm light happily.



"I can feel that you're ready," Vincent murmured into the trembling man that laid against him, "Should I please you now, Cloud?"



"Yes," Cloud answered in a low breath, his chest hitching as he took these in deep and slow swallows, "Yes. Please." Vincent sank down to his knees behind the man, his crimson eyes penetrating the darkness with little trouble, making out the smooth, white cup of Cloud's ass, where his hands - metal and skin alike - now wander to play. The cheeks are spread and pinched, and Cloud moaned and rotated his head along his shoulders, slipping his hands down his body and blindly taking hold of his cock, his other grabbing the loose flesh of his sack to cup and juggle the skin firmly. Vincent blew between those cheeks and filtered cool air onto Cloud's puckered hole, watching as it contracted from the unexpected touch and feeling the muscles of Cloud's ass clench beneath his hands.



Vincent allowed a tongue to play, sliding up one side of Cloud's cheek and planting his nose firmly into the small of his back as his tongue danced and flitted across his opening. It was slathered in a hot and sticky coating of spit, Vincent finding the core flavor of the man quite sexy and appealing, feeling it tickle his tongue and made his cock swell with a harsher flow of blood. He gave a quiet and musing moan against his squeezing hole, and rotated his slippy organ around within, probing deeper and feeling muscles squeeze and hug. Vincent allowed those firm cheeks to settle back as he moved a hand between his creamy thighs and played with the sack Cloud now dropped, the blond gasping at Vincent's cold touch. The hand not busied with such important tasks rubbed his aching cock through his heavy pants, feeling it jump and strain and plead for its freedom.



His tongue swirled and lapped, and when it retreated, he heard Cloud whimper like some neglected animal and pushed back to search for his slick tongue. His hole dripped and squeezed still, aching to close around something hot and wanting. "Vincent," Cloud pleaded, his hand reaching back to take hold of that long, silky black hair. "Vincent, please. Take me." The vampire smiled, though the darkness masked it, and he allowed his hand to leave Cloud's loose, hanging sack and spank his jiggling rear, squeezing down on the rippling skin. "Should I? You make a tasty specimen. So tight and yearning... I think I might hurt you."



"So hurt me," Cloud said, and he shied his eyes away from all contact, no matter Vincent's huddled position. The vampire took immediate pity upon the other, though it mingled and twined with unease and anger. So much had been struggled for and conquered, so much had been razed and down-trodden; so much had been born and died in the name of that justice Cloud had wielded in his blade. Why now, when the smoke was clearing and the battle won, did the man show his self loathing, self deprecating emotions? What would this do, and what would this fix? Vincent knew not, but what he did know was that Cloud Strife was above such childish wants for compassion, and it upset him to know that the man was losing so much Vincent had admired about his character.



"Why?," the undead creature questioned, and Cloud shrugged the shape of one shoulder and dipped his head. The rustle of fabric signified movement from the other, who stood in a gust of self-wind and embraced the man before him. Cloud let out something close to a sob, and then slammed his lips together hard enough to bruise the pliant flesh. In the darkness, they held one another, Cloud raising chilled hands to lay them to rest on Vincent's biceps, feeling the shape of his metallic arm through the thinning fabric of his cloak. Hands - flesh and cold metal alike - dipped low upon him, and laid on his abdomen, kisses being given to the long line of his neck, emptying upon the delicate and graceful curve of his jaw. Cloud felt the nip of his fangs, and his blood ran cold with his slowed heart. Vincent did not have himself a feast however, all he did was guide the naked blond to his bed; which was all soft, downy material and silky sheets. Cold with the moon that had broken the blockage of clouds and now needled their way upon the world. Cloud was led to his hands and knees, the muscular blond resting uneasily as Vincent began to restlessly stir more fabric on the achng body within.



"The light," Cloud voiced, looking back and catching the globed shape of one pale cheek in the moonlight, the ruby shine of one eye, "I want to see you."



"The dark," Vincent answered in a voice heavy in the substance, "You can feel me in its cover, can you not?" As he asked, he pushed forward with his concealed and pulsating erection, and moved onto Cloud's bare, elevated ass. Cloud sucked up a mouthful of air, and then pushed it out in a whine as Vincent moved back and freed what ailed him so. Cloud lowered his eyes, but that enticing lower section was blocked by his own raised bottom. Vincent moved calloused hands up his lover's reflexive, arching back, watching how it dipped at his touch and put taut strain on his shoulders. "Lotion?," the vampire asked, and Cloud for moment did not understand. He then pointed with one splayed hand to the endtable he had bumped his toe into only minutes earlier. Vincent looked and saw the small, overturned bottle.



Through the darkness he waded easily, and he found the table with only the barest of trouble. Cold fingers plucked it up, popping the top with the flick of his thumb and pulling up air into his nostrils that was tinged with the smell of berries. "So this is why you always smell so good," Vincent murmured from his chest, and Cloud did not reply as a healthy coating of liquid was applied to one slim finger. Cloud watched this with the spotlight of the moon upon Vincent Valentine, taking in his impressive form. He was a man who generally carried himself without the weight of emotion, but as his eyes flicked upwards from the bottle he held, they found Cloud's and shimmered in both pity and admiration. The bed-ridden man offered the vampire a kind and easy smile, before he rotated the ball of his thumb over the tip of his index, saturating it in the thick and goopy lotion.



He shuffled back and dropped behind the man, looking to his heavily scented, fleshy finger in both disdain and interest. The nail glimmered with a sheen of moisturizer, and he sighed as his seeking shaft tickled the cup of his bellybutton. "Tight," he mumbled, probing a finger at Cloud's puckered, folded flesh, resting a metallic hand to one cheek and pulling the meat to the side. Cloud caged his breath within the confines of his chest, and forced his tensed body to relax, moments before Vincent could goad him into doing so. "Easy," the creature cooed in spite of, "Easy does it. Nice and slow." Cloud hugged the tip that entered, contracting his muscles and forcing them to lock. Vincent fought through this, breaking the constrictive, embracing threshold and dipping into his bowels deeper. "So tight," he ventured further, and Cloud got chills along his body from the prospect of both lust and sexy surprise in that honey-sweet tone. The mechanics of his robotic voice had seemed to gain a bit of humanity; and Cloud was both happy and curious in hearing this.



It was painful as the slender digit waded further and a nail brushed the tender nerves within. Cloud's face scrunched up as a defiant child's will, and he gobbled up his lower lip to kill his pathetic whines. Still, one vibrated from his throat despite his efforts, and Vincent paused his dipping movement and peeked around the sexy curve of Cloud's rear. "Too much?," he uquestioned, and he pulled back and felt the rimmed flesh drag along his cold finger. Cloud shivered deep within and hummed out a moan, feeling his hanging cock tingle and drip. Vincent raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and plunged back in to his knuckle. Strong hands tightened into silken, flowing sheets, and he watched those balled fists shake and tremor. "A-ahh," Cloud released in a breath, "Yes. Ahh, I like it."



"Do you, now?," Vincent questioned, pulling back and pushing deeper. In and out, keeping the movements erratic so that Cloud would be kept in ecstasy-ridden unease. Breath caught and pushed itself free, flesh heated and cooled in rolling waves, and both wanting cocks leaked and stood at full attention. "One more," the vampire warned, and he maneuvered a lining of lotion onto his middle finger and tossed the bottle aside, slicking the digit up nicely with his free hand. Cloud whimpered and pushed onto the digit already within him, which rotated and spread him nicely. "N-no," the blond stuttered out, "No, please. No more." Vincent kissed his sweet and firm bottom, and nuzzled into the gentle cup. What a sad display; one so strong brought low by a little discomfort.



"So tight, Cloud. I need to loosen you up." Cloud dug nails down into his sheets and convulsed in his want and his rejection. He said no more, however, as Vincent's long finger poked at his already filled entrance. "Here we go," Vincent said low, "Scream if you must." His lubricated finger broke past his other and the trembling wall of his man's anus. Cloud held himself well, hardly even giving a primal growl of pain or pleasure, but as Vincent's fingers were deeply embedded within him, and scissoring wide to open him up, Cloud screamed at the very tip top of his voice and emptied his lungs of all air. Vincent gave him more reason to do so, as his hand sprung forth and slapped the shaking meat of his ass. Cloud's scream ended in a rough jerk, and he pulled forward and was stopped by the abusing hand's hold on his hip. "Easy," Vincent said once more, "Move. Move on my fingers. Take them inside, Cloud. Show me how you like it."



Cloud longed to tell this man that what he liked could no longer be given to him; the soft eyes of Zack, cast by the lanterns of their shared tents. His hands - the roughly scaled palms of a hardened warrior - hot on his body, lighting upon his sensitive, yearning areas with a true lover's knowledge. ' "It's cold, Cloud. Let's get close... let's get together." ' Cloud killed the tears that were born in his eyes, and damned them for their uselessness. They built in the heart as nothing but a cancerous tumor; and so he freed them one by one down his cheek... telling himself he cried not out of loss, or out of grief, but out of a faded love; knowing he cried for all three.



Cloud began to obey. He pushed down onto those spreading fingers and accepted them into his widened heat. Down to the knuckles, up to the nails, over and over until Vincent was meeting these pushes in a rythmic and rolling movement. Deep within, and then his moistened fingers were met with the cold. They moved this way until Cloud felt pressure plummeting into his sack, until this grew into an orgasm that made his jumping dick repeatedly slap his stomach. There was a moment in which the edge was located, secured, and nearly breached. And then those fingers departed and left his body. This made him nearly hollow, and his soul reacted strongly in opposition.



' "I feel empty without you." '



' "I'm always right here for you, baby. You know that. Right... here..." '



A hand on his chest, over where his heart was felt thudding. Their eyes, locked forever together, the light that had blinded them both within the other's orbs. And Zack had moved into him always; twice in one night if possible, because they were not addicted to the sex, or the moans that followed suit, but the passionate union they had felt, their hearts drumming as one, a beat no one else could match. A beat no one else could move to.



"Take me," Cloud commanded, and the vampire that yearned to do just this snapped his crimson eyes to the other's face from the stern tone. He found something like fierce claim there, and it ensnared him and made him the blond's entirely. Like always, he followed, and Cloud led them all along the path he had started alone. "Take me now."



"Yes," Vincent mumbled, and he stood and pressed his soaked head to Cloud's tightly closing hole, bringing the discarded bottle up with him. The sweet-treat scented moisturizer was tipped over, and a thick and near endless stream trickled down onto his veined cock. The bottle was then tossed over the raven haired man's shoulder as he stroked along his own organ and covered it with the liquid. He convulsed in the touches, and pressed with firm promise to his lover's entrance. Cloud was taking up the slack of the other's hand, and jerking on his own cock, slapping his man's sack with his own, the lightly haired skin sticking together with the trickling lotion.



"Inside," Cloud roared, and his one seen eye glowed with its odd, gorgeous energy, "Now."



"Yes," Vincent said breathlessly, and he slid inside to make his home within his friend; unable not to feel like a guest in his tight walls. Unable to feel with every pull and hug of his innards, that he was not the man to live here.

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