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Chapter List
- 1-Diabolic
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen - The END
- 5
- 6
- 7
Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi

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Six

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�Filthy beast! Filthy BEAST! FILTHY BEAST!� The viciously shrill shriek gouged rotting green nails across Vincent�s mind.

Infuriated, the darkness that shared Vincent�s soul bellowed in horrifically thunderous reply and slashed right back with black lightning claws.

Jenova, the cancerous proto-life shrieked and swelled in twisted insanity seeking to wrap its tentacle fingers around the crackling darkness.

The equally insane acidic un-life of Chaos unraveled the grasping tendrils down to the elemental level.

Trapped between them, Vincent screamed. Bones shifted with wet aching pops, lengthening and realigning at a murderous rate. Muscle and sinew expanded at unholy speed. Bone pierced flesh becoming horns and ridges. Flesh stretched and hardened into a new and armored shape, the entire body changing from human to�other.

All three eyes wide open, Vincent tumbled into eye-searing swirling light and color. A creature made for utter darkness, he was completely blinded by the sunlight. Clawed, fanged, winged, and monstrous in size, he crashed into unseen objects, his body writhing in echo of its internal battle.

Fever raged through him, causing foam to drip from his fanged jaws and sweat to slither between the plates of his armor. Pain stabbed into every joint, and boiled in his belly.

Blindly he bolted, seeking cooling darkness, crashing into trees and trampling anything underfoot. His claws gouged deep smoking scars into the earth. His wings beat and his tail lashed, crashing into trees and stone, blindly smashing everything in its path.

His belly twisted sharply and he fell, gagging hard and violently, his entire body cramping with his efforts. Vomit spewed, redolent of sour blood and thick with things he was glad he couldn�t see.

The screaming in his head stopped. Cool blessed stillness descended. He collapsed on his side in sheer exhaustion and groaned in relief.

The change came again but softly, the body melting from its monstrous form, leaving Vincent naked and panting in a tumble of shattered branches and shorn leaves. The rustling wind whispered around him. He closed his eyes and sighed. The battle was over.

�Vincent!� The voice was deep, masculine, and loud. Too loud. They were shouting. Crashing accompanied the shouts. Tree branches groaned and snapped like gunshots. �Vincent, say something damn you!�

Vincent winced and tried to ignore it. He was tired, damn it.

More crashing, more snapping, some crunching� �Vin- eh?� The crashing stopped. �Ah, fuck!� Footsteps crunched and a branch snapped right behind Vincent. �Vincent?�

He rolled away from all the noise and groaned.

�You�re alive�!� Clothing rustled. Fingers traced lightly through Vincent�s hair, down his shoulder to his hip. �Nothing looks broken.�

Vincent moaned, lifted a hand and batted it toward the annoyance. �Leave me alone, I wanna sleep.�

A blanked was draped over him and then a warm arm slid around his shoulders, another slid under his knees. �You�re welcome to sleep, but not here.� He was lifted and cradled against a broad warm chest, blanket and all.

Vincent opened his eyes in annoyance. He stared blearily up at the strong profile of Sephiroth then looked around. Huh? What he had thought was a blanket was apparently some kind of black leather cape lined in soft wool, and he was being held�like a child. �What the hell�?� He shifted uneasily, but he was just too damned tired to make any effort beyond that. �What are you doing?�

Sephiroth snorted and took a long step over downed branches. �What does it look like? I�m carrying you.�

Vincent�s face heated. �Put me down! I�m not a girl, damn you!�

Sephiroth stopped and lifted a silver brow. �Can you walk?�

Vincent crossed his arms and scowled. �I don�t need to walk, I can sleep right here.�

Sephiroth snorted and continued, stepping past a shattered tree. �Not a good idea.�

�Neither was feeding me Jenova-tainted blood!�

Sephiroth�s cheeks pinked. �I�ll admit that I may have underestimated your reaction to it.�

�You underestimated�?� Vincent�s temper flared. He grabbed a long lock of white hair and tugged on it sharply. �In case you didn�t know, they had a fucking war in my head!�

Sephiroth winced. �Ow�� He jerked his head to the side, pulling his hair free. �The war wasn�t just in your head.�

�What?�

�Which is why it�s best if I carry you.� He stepped into a forest clearing that look like it had been created by a bulldozer gone insane.

Vincent stared. �Holy shit��

Sephiroth smiled sourly at Vincent. �For once we are in complete agreement.� He spread his wings and launched hard into the sky. �But wait, it gets better.�

Vincent was thrown hard against Sephiroth�s chest. Crap! He grabbed onto Sephiroth�s shoulders.

Sephiroth swooped into a long low glide. He nodded. �Look.�

Vincent turned. Directly below them lay devastation. The insane bulldozer had cut a broad and incredibly crooked swathe through forest and deserted town. It looked like it had run very nearly the entire length of the huge floating island. Vincent had to forcibly close his mouth. He frowned. �I�m surprised I didn�t go off the edge.�

Sephiroth snorted. �You very nearly did, a few times.�

�I did?� Vincent�s heart thumped. That was a two kilometer drop straight down. Crap! It wouldn�t have killed him, he was damned near immortal, but he would have been hurting for a very, very long time. �What happened?�

Sephiroth took a deep breath and sighed it back out. �I, ah� I pushed you back from the edge with a couple of wind spells.�

Vincent stared. �You did?� He couldn�t have heard that right. It was a well known and heavily documented fact that Sephiroth didn�t save anyone but himself. �You used magic to keep me from falling over the edge?�

�I didn�t know what else to use!� Sephiroth scowled. �And I wasn�t sure how strong to make the spells at first. I finally ended up using very nearly hurricane force. I almost had to call on an elemental.� He curled his lip. �You�re extremely stubborn, you know that?�

�Wait, wait�� Vincent shoved his blowing hair out of his face. �You�re saying you used your magic to save me?� That was not the Sephiroth he knew at all. The one he knew couldn�t care less if his lackeys died. He merely replaced them.

The dark angel huffed. �Well, you had to be stopped and it was all I could think of to use at the time.� He rolled his eyes. �It�s so much easier to kill people, than it is to rescue them.�

Vincent felt a smile creeping onto his face. �Oh, was it a new experience for you?�

Sephiroth�s bared his teeth. �Shut up!�

Vincent crossed his arms. �All right, I believe you.�

Sephiroth snarled. �I am not in the habit of lying!� He pointed out a mass of downed trees. �You can clearly see where your path leads to the edge and also where I drove you back.�

Vincent didn�t even bother to look. �That�s not what I meant.�

Sephiroth blinked, then frowned. �Excuse me?�

A smile curved Vincent�s lips. �I am finally convinced that you are not the man that tried to kill the world.�

Sephiroth�s expression smoothed, neither smiling nor frowning, but his cheeks pinked. �Luckily you went in the opposite direction of where we are staying so we still have a bed to sleep on.�

Vincent snorted. It was a deliberate change in subject. Was it that embarrassing? �So, when do I get some clothes?�

Sephiroth lifted a silver brow and his arrogant smile returned. �I prefer you in the nude.�

Vincent curled his lip. �I noticed.� He sighed. �But I have to go back eventually.�

Sephiroth drifted into a downward spiral. �Eventually.� He landed gracefully only two steps away from the gazebo archway. He shoved through the curtains and strode for the round bed. The sheets had been changed to scarlet.

Vincent blinked. He made the bed?

Sephiroth let Vincent slide down onto his feet, but didn�t release him from his embrace. �Can you stand?�

�Of course.� He pushed back, out of the dark angel�s arms. His knees shook but he stayed upright. �There, see?�

�Good.� Sephiroth promptly tugged the cape from Vincent�s shoulders and took two steps back.

Vincent snatched for the cape and missed. �Hey!�

�I�m going to make it shower for you.� Sephiroth raised his hands. �I don�t want that to get wet.�

Vincent tilted his head. �Huh?�

Sephiroth snorted and began gesturing with his hands. �You�re filthy. You�re not getting in that bed until you�re clean.� He parted his hands.

Hot water sprinkled down onto Vincent�s head. He blinked. �Holy crap!� He laughed and looked up. There was a small churning cloud right over his head. The water was perfect in temperature, just hot enough to loosen his muscles. �What about soap?�

Sephiroth frowned. �Hmm� Close your eyes, and keep them closed �til I say you can open them.�

Vincent closed his eyes. �Okay.�

Sephiroth spoke a word.

The water striking Vincent�s skin thickened. He rubbed his hands along his arms and discovered some kind of slick lotion that foamed. It smelled like�vanilla. Well, at least now he knew the secret of how Sephiroth had managed to look clean and fresh even directly after a battle. He smiled briefly. It was one of the little things that drove Cloud insane. �You are certainly versatile with your magic.�

Sephiroth clapped once. The hot water returned. �Merely practical. You may open your eyes.�

Vincent discovered that he was covered in liquid soap. He turned his back on Sephiroth and started scrubbing. �This has got to be the most practical application of magic I�ve ever seen.�

Sephiroth�s voice brushed against Vincent�s ear. �I like to stay clean.�

Vincent whirled and nearly smacked face-first into a bare-naked Sephiroth. He hadn�t even heard him get undressed. He jerked back.

Sephiroth grabbed Vincent by the arms. �Don�t fall over!� He smiled. �You don�t mind sharing, do you?�

Vincent swallowed. �Uh, sure.� He shifted, easing his arms from Sephiroth�s hands. �It�s your spell.� He turned away and continued to scrub.

Sephiroth chuckled and water splashed.

Vincent�s gaze slid to the side. Water sluiced down Sephiroth�s form, defining each muscle, hollow, and plane, in gleaming rivulets. Blood and hell the man was well-made. His heart thumped and heat pooled low. He jerked his gaze away.

Sephiroth reached out and slid a hand down Vincent�s spine.

Vincent jolted.

Sephiroth raised his hand, revealing that it was covered in suds and flashed a smile. �Thank you for the soap.�

Vincent cleared his throat. �Yeah, sure.� He turned, angling just a bit further away -- to hide his growing erection. Damn it! His physical reactions to this man were getting out of hand. He scrubbed as quickly as he could, including his hair. Sephiroth had been right, he was filthy. He tilted his head back to rinse the last of the soap from his hair and sighed.

�Finished?�

Vincent nodded. �Yeah.�

The water stopped.

Vincent stared at the water pooling at his feet. �I don�t suppose you have any towels hidden somewhere do you?�

Sephiroth chuckled. �Close your eyes.�

Vincent blinked at him. Another spell? He closed his eyes. �Okay.�

Sephiroth spoke yet another word.

Dry heat wrapped around Vincent in a thick warm blanket. It felt wonderful. He groaned, and scrubbed his fingers through his long wet hair. Dizziness assaulted him and he wavered on his feet.

Sephiroth clapped. The heat ended. �All right, to bed with you.�

Vincent opened his eyes. �Huh?�

Sephiroth stepped behind Vincent and caught him by the shoulders. �You�re practically asleep on your feet.� He turned Vincent toward the bed. �Go.� He pushed.

Vincent stumbled toward the bed. He wanted to protest, for appearances sake at the very least, but he couldn�t think of a thing to say. He was just too damned tired. The yawn came out of nowhere. He yanked back the sheets and crawled under them. He dropped his head on the pillows and turned to look back at Sephiroth.

The dark angel already had his leather pants on and was strapping on his tall boots.

Vincent frowned. He�s getting dressed? The small stab of disappointment caught him completely off guard. He squashed it hard, but it refused to die completely.

Sephiroth turned to face him while buckling the over-the-shoulder cross-straps to his long coat. He stilled staring at Vincent, then grinned. �Ah, you�re pouting! Shall I come to bed and comfort you?�

Vincent�s face burned. He flopped onto his back to stare at the ceiling, and crossed his arms. �I am not pouting. I do not pout.�

Sephiroth strode for the bed, his chuckle sounding insufferably smug. �Oh, of course not.� He leaned over the bed, setting one hand on the mattress. �Sleep well.� He dropped a kiss on Vincent�s brow.

�Ah!� Vincent swatted at him. �Leave me in peace, you big pain in my ass!�

Sephiroth dodged away from Vincent�s hand and laughed. �But I like being a pain in your ass.� His voice lowered to a deep bass rumble. �It feels so good.�

�Bastard!� Vincent grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Sephiroth caught the pillow and tossed it back with a smile. �Go to sleep. Hopefully it will improve your temper!� He turned away and stepped through an archway. The sound of flapping wings was loud.

Vincent flopped back on the pillows. Crap� He scrubbed his hands down his face. Crap, crap, crap� Gaia help him, he was actually starting to like the big bastard. Something ached in the region of his heart. He rolled over onto his stomach and sincerely hoped the ache would go away. He was already in enough of a mess for merely liking the world�s greatest calamity. He couldn�t afford for the feelings to go any deeper.

He�d already had his heart ripped out once. He honestly didn�t think he could handle it a second time.

***

Vincent felt something big and warm shift against his right side. There was a weight pressing on his belly too. He opened his eyes to deep green shadows, not that it mattered to his night-seeing eyes.

Sephiroth was lying on his belly against Vincent�s side facing away. The weight was his arm draped over Vincent�s hips. His wings were outspread covering the whole bed like a strange sort of blanket. His breathing was slow and even. Apparently he was asleep.

Vincent scooted back and sat up among the pillows. Beyond the curtains, green light shimmered. Obviously it was the life-stream flow the island passed through at night, but there was also a soft hissing noise. The smell of fresh water was very strong. Vincent frowned. Was it raining? He scrubbed a hand through his hair. Considering all the plant life, he supposed rain had to happen sometime.

Vincent stared down at the sleeping man next to him. It was so odd�a ghost that slept. And had sex. Vincent felt his cheeks heat. He raised his knees, folded his arms over top of them, and set his chin on his folded arms. �What the hell am I supposed to do about you?�

Sephiroth took a deep breath, but otherwise, didn�t move. �You find me a new body and we continue as we are.�

Vincent started. He hadn�t meant to say that out loud. Too late now. He sighed. �And what exactly are we?�

Sephiroth turned his head toward Vincent and smiled. �I would think that was obvious, we�re lovers.�

Vincent stared, completely unable to stop the way his heart thumped, or the painful ache that came with it. His hands clenched on his knees. �Are you saying that we�re fuck-buddies, or are you saying that you actually love me?� Horror overcame him. What the fuck did I just say? He turned away. �Never mind.� He shook his head. �Just forget it.�

Sephiroth lunged over Vincent knocking him down among the pillows. He rose up on his hands, framing Vincent with his arms. His long silver hair spilled over them in a curtain of frost. He bared his teeth. �We�re not fuck-buddies.�

Vincent snorted. �Oh, that clears everything up.�

The dark angel�s cheeks pinked. �I�� He swallowed and bit down on his bottom lip. He looked down at Vincent�s chest. �I have been fascinated with you since childhood, from the time I saw you in that tank across from mine. And then, when I saw you as an adult, you were so fucking sexy�� His gaze drifted over Vincent. �All that midnight hair, those crimson eyes, the way you move in battle�� He focused on Vincent�s gaze. �I wanted nothing more than to get my hands on you and bury myself in your body.� His arrogant smile appeared, then melted into something far less, assured. �I took you because for the first time, I had the opportunity to do so.�

Vincent stared. What the hell was this? �I thought you wanted me to�?�

�Yes, yes�� Sephiroth rolled his eyes. �I do need you to find me a body, but that wasn�t why I took you.� His smile flashed briefly then disappeared. �I took you because I�ve had a hard-on for you for a very long time.�

Vincent raised his brow. �Sounds like a simple case of lust to me.�

Sephiroth nodded. �That�s what I thought too, but then�� He glanced away and scowled. �When you very nearly went off the edge of the island�?� He shook his head. �I thought� I felt�� He took a deep breath. �I just couldn�t stand the idea of you getting hurt.� He winced and his cheeks flushed hot pink. He looked directly at Vincent and smiled crookedly. �Yeah, I think I�m actually in love you.�

Vincent stared up at him from the pillows and felt the word turn upside down. He loves me? It was a full three breaths before his brain would function. �You may not be the man who wanted to kill the world, but you are insane, you know that?�

Sephiroth snorted. �The evidence is rather overwhelming.� He lifted his brow. �So, how do you feel about me?�

Vincent opened his mouth, and couldn�t think of a thing to say. �I, uh��

Sephiroth�s gaze narrowed. �Do you hate me?�

Vincent dodged his gaze. �I�.� He closed his eyes. �No, I don�t hate you.�

�Good enough for me.�

Vincent opened his eyes and looked up at Sephiroth. �Huh?�

Sephiroth dropped his mouth onto Vincent�s and proceeded to kiss him as though starved. His hand slid under Vincent�s head, tangling in Vincent�s long hair to hold their mouths together. His arm closed around Vincent�s waist, holding him belly to belly. Sephiroth was violently hard.

So was Vincent. He wasn�t sure what had triggered it, but he was fully, and painfully erect. A groan slid out of his throat. He closed his arms around the dark angel�s shoulders and parried the tongue tangling so skillfully with his. His knees spread, making room between them. He didn�t think about what he was doing. He didn�t want to think about what he was doing. He didn�t want to think about anything at all.

Sephiroth groaned and slid between Vincent�s thighs. He sat back on his knees, spreading Vincent wide. His nipples were very pink, and erect. He gazed down at Vincent, but didn�t say anything.

Vincent didn�t want him to say anything. He pushed up on his hands, sitting up practically in Sephiroth�s lap, and pressed his mouth to the tight nipple before him. Against Vincent�s lips, Sephiroth�s heart pounded. A ghost with a heartbeat� He looped an arm around the dark angel�s waist, holding him while he stroked the pale tight nub with his tongue. He closed his flat front teeth on the nipple and tugged lightly.

Sephiroth groaned, cupped his hand behind Vincent�s head, and threw his head back, tossing all that silver hair. �Yes�!�

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