Vincent's Day

As the day passed, the sun having travelled through the sky and beginning to set, Vincent had not shaken the feeling of confusion. In fact the feeling was getting worse. After the amazing and intense experience that was completely out of character for his lover, he had not seen hide nor hair of the one winged angel. There had been no trace of him in the mansion all day. Vincent knew that Sephiroth could very have been there but if he didn’t want to be found then he wouldn’t be, so had given up trying to track him down. Hew knew Sephiroth would make his presence known when he chose to. Their relationship was built on that very understanding. So now he was sat in his favourite spot, the top of the tower, watching the sun set, pondering just what this sudden change might mean.

Their relationship was a complicated one, one that included more than just the two of them. Jenova hung like a shadow over the two, though the whispers in Sephiroth’s mind were few and far between now that he had rejected her outright. Then there was the other in their relationship, Chaos. The demon was like a third person forcing its presence through Vincent in times of intense emotion, which meant that inevitably the demon became a third presence in the bedroom. Though Vincent’s control of the demon had improved over time, but such gains had been hard won. It wasn’t like he could ‘hear’ or ‘talk’ to the demon, but he could sense its’ emotions, primitive as they were, its’ wants and desires. They had come to a sort of understanding, both understanding each other through these emotions. It was if they had become more unified, more… one. Though this was a slightly disturbing thought in its own way, he didn’t like the idea that he might be becoming more like the demon.

A pulse of energy tore him from his thoughts, a pulse that could only have come from Sephiroth. Vincent chuckled to himself at what was obviously a summons from his lover. So what game was Sephiroth up to now? He felt Chaos stir in anticipation, the demon also aware that something was afoot. Vincent rose slowly, noting with amusement that Sephiroth was continuing to send out that faint pulse, a trail for Vincent to follow, to draw his lover to him. So he wanted to be found now did he? He made his way inside, following the signals his lover was giving off, the smirk never leaving his face. He knew he was going to find out what Sephiroth meant by that throwaway comment about attending to his pleasure later. The trail led to one of the bedrooms, but not the one they shared normally; and he waited at the door, allowing himself a moment of pause, to smile, knowing that Sephiroth would sense his presence, but he could play this game too.

Finally he opened the door to reveal the scene inside, his breath catching in his throat. The room lit purely with the red gold glow of the setting sun, the light falling across the naked figure lying on the enormous bed, pale flesh, platinum hair and black feathers all contrasting with the blue sheets. Before their eyes met, ruby orbs drank in the sight of the thick and broad black ribbon criss-crossing Sephiroth’s arms from elbow to wrist, hands fastened to the scrollwork headboard, the ends of the ribbon knotted securely together. Not truly restrained, for only much stronger restraints could keep the dark angel from freedom if he so desired it, but this was symbolic, a gesture of submission. It was a breathtaking sight, the powerful angel placing himself in the demon’s hands. As their eyes finally met, Vincent smirked, understanding the game now. Sephiroth had given him pleasure earlier, and now presented himself to Vincent to take care of his in return.

Neither spoke, they didn’t need to, so much was said in the hungry look shared between crimson and emerald eyes. Inside Vincent the demon stirred, and the host knew that they would share this offering from the heavens, nothing else would be allowed. Sephiroth looked up at Vincent from his sprawled out position with eyes that warned Vincent against taking too much advantage, but hungry with anticipation. The demon shed his crimson mantle as he crossed to the bound angel with slow, deliberate steps, the fabric falling to the floor in a forgotten pool. If the angel wanted to get down to business then he was going to have to wait until the demon was ready, and there was quite some undressing to do before that would be the case. First things first, Vincent took the glove from his right hand as he climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked to his lover’s, demon and angel regarding each other as the demon crawled over his prey.

Heart beating in delicious excitement Vincent considered the situation. Sephiroth had put himself at his mercy, was his to do what he will with. He could torture the gorgeous angel till he was begging for release, or be merciful. Though he knew Sephiroth, if he had his mind set on something that was that, if he had made his mind up not to beg, then nothing he did would bring that about. Still he was the one on control here. He allowed Chaos to seep into his consciousness a little, Sephiroth licking his lips as ruby eyes turned gold, fangs appearing in his lover’s mouth. Sephiroth hissed as the sharp tips of golden claws pressed into his flesh, not hard enough to wound, but enough to feel their sharpness, the light sting as they were dragged down his chest. Wetting his eager lips with his tongue the demon claimed the fettered angel’s mouth with his own.

“Mine.” The demon growled in the angel’s ear possessively when he broke the kiss, the sound pleasing Sephiroth no end. He loved knowing that Vincent would fight for him, would not tolerate any other near him like this.

“Always.” The angel breathed in return, making the demon groan softly at the sentiment.

Kneeling up the clawed gauntlet was removed and the triple barrelled Cerberus taken from its’ holster and the gun was laid down on the table beside the bed. The demon knelt straddling the angel’s hips, golden orbs boring into his prey as the black shirt was removed with deliberate slowness, the angel drinking in the sight as flesh was revealed, eyes tracing over the scars he knew intimately. Now the demon lay over the angel, mouths fusing in a heated kiss, tongues entwining, duelling, hot breath exchanged as the demon deeply drank down the angel’s taste. The fingers of one hand tangled in platinum hair, as sable locks fell around their faces in a dark curtain, the other hand pulling off the scarlet bandana that kept them partly restrained. Hair pale as the moon and dark as the night mixed as fingers brushed down the angel’s sensitive side, eliciting a shiver from the bound figure.

A hot mouth explored the vulnerable neck as fingers tugged at platinum locks to keep the angel’s head back and give the demon access, tongue running over the pulsing artery that contained the angel’s life essence. Chaos hungered for the taste but Vincent wouldn’t allow it, not tonight, not after the gentleness and care the angel had showed the demon earlier. Instead that mouth nipped only gently, not hard enough to break the skin, tracing the line of the collarbone before progressing downwards, towards erect nipples. The angel groaned as the demon sucked a hard nub into wet heat, swirling his tongue over the sensitive flesh, teeth grazing hard enough to be on the edge of plain, but enough to add to the pleasure that mouth was giving him. Demon and angel alike were fast becoming aroused, blood pooling in their groins, need swelling as hormones rushed through them both.

The demon let his hands explore the angel’s body, fingers brushing over supple skin, pale and smooth like marble. The angel was not entirely unmarred, but only the faintest of lines could be seen up close to attest to the harsh life the warrior had led, and from a distance the angel would assume ethereal perfection. The angel shivered as the touch was deliberately light, not enough to satisfy the craving the angel felt, but enough to burn like fire.

“Vincent!” The angel breathed huskily as hands drifted downwards, bypassing the need that was throbbing between powerful thighs.

“Patience.” The demon chuckled. “All in good time.” He murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Sephiroth’s inner thigh.

The angel groaned, wanting, no needing more, but he had put himself in this position, he was not about to back down now. The demon chuckled, thoroughly enjoying having the angel completely at his mercy. But he was getting uncomfortable, and the demon within wanted more, and Vincent knew he had to allow it. He gritted his teeth as he allowed Chaos further into this game, groaning as huge bat-like wings seemed to burst from his back, sighing in relief as they spread, and settled over the angel beneath him like a hawk mantling its’ prey. The angel looked up at the demon with undisguised lust. There was something darkly exciting at deliberately putting himself at the mercy of such a dangerous creature, one that could force him to the extremes of pleasure, or disembowel him on a whim. Vincent couldn’t get enough of this rush that he felt at having his lover so displayed for his enjoyment, but both his body and his demon were impatient.

He rose, quickly divesting himself of his boots and the leather trousers that he wore, the clothing discarded quickly so that the demon was as naked as the angelic sacrifice before it. It was Chaos that wanted to feel the angel’s cock against the demon’s, the friction as the two creatures ground against each other with mutual hunger absolutely delicious, pulling twin moans from their throats. But in the midst of this that Vincent pondered just how this should progress. While the angel presented himself thus, vulnerable and for the taking, he was pondering a different course. He reached for his bandana which had fallen to the bed beside the angel, the angel’s eyes widening in momentary alarm, wondering what the demon had planned, but Sephiroth trusted his lover, and pushed the feeling aside. Vincent smiled at him in reassurance, before binding Sephiroth’s eyes.

He supposed it was a cruel thing to do, but he wanted what came next to be a surprise. Now Sephiroth had no idea what was going on he could take a moment. If his lover was as prepared as he seemed to be then he should find what he needed. Sephiroth turned as he heard Vincent open the drawer beside the bed, knowing what he would find there. Vincent bit his lip to keep quiet while thinking he was depriving his lover of a magnificent view, but two could give surprises. The angel frowned in consternation as weight shifted on the bed, straining to hear what was going on. Well that was until and lubricant slicked hand wrapped itself round his straining arousal, tearing a guttural cry from his throat, the blissful sensation heightened in his blindness. He arched into the touch as the demon pumped him slowly, moaning unashamedly as the demon teased him with exquisite pleasure. But his shock at the sudden stimulation was nothing compared to the shock he felt when the tip of his member was guided to his lover’s portal.

“Vincent, by all the Gods, what are you…”

He never got to finish the question, his voice strangling in his throat as suddenly he was encased in hot, wet heat. Demon and angel alike were groaning as the two were joined as one, the angel blinking in the evening light as the bandana was removed, and he got to see the demon smirking down at him from his perch atop him.

“Surprise.” The demon grinned.

But for all his bravado the demon was breathing hard, his position on top of his lover had the member inside him brushing hard against his prostate, the intensity of the sensation nearly overwhelming. He wasn’t sure he couldn’t stand any more but he needed to move. His hands guided the angel to raise his knees, give him something to grasp onto, give the angel the leverage to thrust up into him. Pale fingers wrapped themselves around the scrollwork of the headboard as the demon’s fingers gripped the angel’s thighs as the demon started to move, impaled on the angel’s shaft. Green eyes bored into gold at this unexpected turn of events, not that the angel was complaining, his body in rapture at the amazing sensation of the demon surrounding him.

It was awkward at first, but the two quickly found a rhythm, the demon moaning in pleasure as he rode his beloved angel, but also taking as much pleasure in seeing his angel bound and sprawled out below him. To any observer the sight was one of beauty, of the demon seducing the angel, if in a slightly unexpected way, this time the feathered one being the one tamed. But Chaos wanted more, and Vincent was not inclined to deny him this time. It was Chaos’ will which had him reaching towards his own shaft, taking himself in hand, stroking and stimulating sensitive flesh in time with the impaling length inside of him. Sephiroth nearly tore himself loose at the sight, the image of his lover riding him as well as attending to himself the most erotic thing he had ever seen. It took all of his considerable self control to remember that he had chosen to be fettered, that he would not lose in this game; the demon would not make him lose control. So he swallowed down the desire to break free and pin the demon beneath him, and fuck him till they both screamed their release.

But due to the position, and the demon’s deliberate design, their coupling was not wild and hungry, but gentle, sensuous and erotic, but no less passionate than their usual play. There was an unusual intensity in their union, their eyes locked together, looks saying more than words ever could. But demon and angel alike were unused to such tortuous pleasures, and were fast approaching the consummation of their desires. Their bodies tensed, their breathing reduced to gasps and moans that filled the glowing room in an alluring chorus, two finely sculpted forms perspiring as they moved as one. But then the moment came, with one final thrust, two, the growl coming from deep within the demon’s belly, forcing it’s way through his throat, throwing his head back and roaring into the evening as his pleasure exploded in his release, his body tightening round the dark angel beneath him, and dragging him across the edge into the abyss of sweet ecstasy. Platinum and sable, smooth marble and marked cinnamon, both forms taught as their bodies climaxed, more united in this moment than at any other in their lives.

Breathing hard, the two slowly came back to their senses, the demon having fallen forward, barely able to catch himself on his hands before collapsing across the angel completely. Sephiroth opened his eyes to find ruby orbs merely inches from his own.

“Fuck Seph.” Vincent groaned softly, his body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

Sephiroth grinned, knowing that such vulgarities were rarely forced from his lover’s lips. But Chaos was slipping back into hibernation, demon wings disappearing, and it was Vincent that loosed Sephiroth from his self imposed bonds, fingers tracing the ribbon, savouring the sight of the dark satin in contrast to ivory flesh for a moment before releasing his lover. Vincent collapsed beside him spent, and would soon be sleeping. Sharing his body as well as his mind with Chaos tired him out. But the gunman was smiling, the precious unguarded smile that only Sephiroth got to see.

“I don’t know what got into you today Sephiroth, but that is something I wouldn’t mind repeating.” He chuckled, not afraid to admit such things; they had long ago learned to be frank with each other.

Sephiroth smirked. “So you expect me to tie myself up for you every Valentine’s day now do you?”

Ruby orbs opened wide in shock and realisation, finding Sephiroth leaning over him, with that sneaky grin that he had come to know and love and that others never got to see. Suddenly everything made sense, the odd behaviour, what Sephiroth had said on the roof a few days ago, but what surprised him most was that he hadn’t realised what the date was in the first place. How could he have missed it? He was bound to have had deliveries of cliché gifts, and supposedly humorous ones, but neither hide nor hair of a deliveryman had he seen all day.

“How on Gaia?” He asked confused.

“Well since you haven’t left the mansion for a few days you will have missed me basically making the place a no go zone on pain of death. I’ve been scaring couriers for days.”

Vincent laughed, easily picturing a glowering Sephiroth and trembling couriers, yes word will have gotten round easily if Sephiroth had wanted it to be that way. He was incredibly grateful and entirely humbled that his lover would go to such lengths for him. Sephiroth really had grown in the months they had been together. He reached out to him, pulling him in close and kissing him deeply, pouring all of the emotion he felt at that moment into the kiss.

“Thank you.” He said thickly, as he gazed up at his angel. “Thank you so much love.”

The endearment slipped from his lips without a thought, entirely natural to him, but for the angel it gave him a little burst of pride, his heart leaping at the admission of his lover’s feelings.

“So, still hate Valentine’s day?” He asked with a smirk.

Vincent smiled. “Not as long as I have you.” He said seriously, reaching out to push platinum bangs out of striking green eyes. “You know.” He began thoughtfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever said it, but I really do love you Seph.” His voice had dropped to a whisper, as if saying the words too loud might be dangerous.

Sephiroth’s heart swelled, knowing that Vincent would never voice such a thing if it were not undeniably true. His eyes drifted shut in pleasure at those words, a soft smile on his lips, looking utterly serene in the glow of the sunset, and Vincent didn’t know if he had ever seen him look so utterly gorgeous. He wanted to capture that image and preserve it for ever, angelic perfection displayed in a golden glow, with heartbreaking beauty. Vincent held his breath, taking the moment in, knowing that even if he never saw it again, he would never forget this one perfect moment for as long as he lived.

“I know.” Sephiroth murmured, green eyes opening, sparkling with emotion as he reached out to caress Vincent’s cheek, the moment breaking, changing. “As I love you.”

As angel and demon basked in the glow of the evening sun and their blossoming emotions, one thing was becoming clear. Perhaps it was time to tell the others the true nature of their relationship. Well there was only one thing left for them now; take bets on who was going to have the heart attack.

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AN:
Well that was my first ever one shot, hope you enjoyed and happy valentines day all!