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Diabolic	By : OokamiKasumi Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi

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Seven

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The smooth skin under Vincent�s palm was warm and defined by muscle. The nipple under his lapping tongue was small and tasted of the blood just below the surface that made it rise, and blush. The thighs he straddled were hard and vibrated with tension. The arms holding him around the shoulders were punishing in strength. Groans of pleasure echoed in his ears.

Belly to belly, and seated upright on the scarlet sheets of the circular bed, Vincent arched forward, pressing his rigid erection against the hard rise of Sephiroth�s equally rigid flesh. He shoved all thought aside relinquishing his hard-won self control, and gave in to his ruthless infernal appetite.

He curled his left arm around the larger man�s waist. Feathers brushed his forearm. His clawed fingers dug in to the smooth flesh, but didn�t pierce. Feeling had returned to his fingers. The binding that had kept his hand numb and dysfunctional had weakened considerably. A small push of power would disintegrate the binding utterly, but that wasn�t what he wanted right then.

He licked along the hollow that divided Sephiroth�s chest, and felt a heart beating under his tongue. His gaze drifted upward, to the pulse that throbbed in the pale throat above him. The very air tingled with the green ozone energy of the life-stream, sating the needs of his soul, but flesh had appetites too.

He reached down between their bodies with his right hand, and grasped the cock pressing against his own. Sephiroth�s flesh was a smooth ivory column encased in hot silk. The flared violently blushing head was slick with excitement. Gripping it firmly, he stroked down, then up, exploring the shape and feel of a cock that wasn�t his. He could feel a definite heart-beat pulse.

The dark angel frowned down at him, his silver brows dipping low. �Vincent?�

Vincent pushed up on his knees. �Shhh�� He pressed his lips to Sephiroth�s mouth in a quick kiss. �Not now.� He eased to his right, shifting his kiss across, and then down to explore Sephiroth�s jaw. He licked along the jaw-line to an elegantly pointed ear.

Sephiroth groaned and turned his head, giving Vincent access to the side of his neck.

Vincent smiled briefly and brushed the long silver hair from the dark angel�s powerful shoulder. He inhaled. Sephiroth smelled of soap, and of the musk of aroused male. He leaned close and licked along the long muscle on the side of Sephiroth�s throat. Blood beat under his tongue.

While his hand continued to work the rigid cock in his palm, Vincent opened his mouth wide and closed his flat front teeth along the long muscle, nibbling and lapping, gently massaging with teeth and tongue.

Sephiroth released a soft groan. �Harder�with the teeth.�

Harder? Vincent opened his mouth wider. He slid his mouth along the muscle, scoring the left side of Sephiroth�s throat very lightly with his fangs right over the pulse, then bit down with his flat front teeth.

The man in his arms shivered, and a low moan rumbled from his chest. �Mmm�good.�

Vincent felt hot thick liquid smear his hand. He released Sephiroth�s throat to look at his palm.

Sephiroth chuckled and his cheeks pinked. �Merely pre-cum. You�ve got me that excited.�

Curiosity struck. Vincent lifted his hand and licked it, tasting the liquid smearing his palm. It was a trifle musky, a little salty, and not particularly flavorful, but not unpleasant either. The odor was light and there was no trace of bitterness from alcohol or drug use. There was however, a definite tinge of power.

Sephiroth swallowed loudly.

Vincent glanced up at him.

Sephiroth�s cheeks were flushed a hot pink and was biting down on his bottom lip. His cat-green gaze was tightly focused on Vincent�s hand, and tongue. The dark slits widened. He swallowed again.

Vincent knew that look. He�d worn it himself though admittedly it had been a long time ago. It was hope with a strong dash of desperation. Sephiroth clearly wanted a blow-job so bad he could taste it, but it was just as obvious that he wasn�t sure how to ask for it.

Vincent felt a smile curve the corner of his mouth. It was such a strange expression to see on him, rather than his usual arrogance. It was actually kind of cute. He tilted his head. Just how desperate could he get him? There was only one way to find out.

Vincent pushed back off of Sephiroth�s thighs and set his palms on the scarlet sheets. He looked up at Sephiroth, licked his lips and smiled.

Sephiroth leaned back and frowned. �Vincent?�

Vincent ducked his head low between the dark angel�s spread knees, and stretched out his tongue. He licked one long swipe from the very top of Sephiroth�s balls all the way to past the flared edge of the crown to the top.

Sephiroth choked and threw his head back, leaning back on his hands. �Oh fuck!�

Vincent blinked. Blood and hell, had it been that long since he�d had a blow job? He snorted. Probably. He gripped the cock before him and proceeded to lick every centimeter, top, bottom, sides and flared edge.

Sephiroth fisted one hand among the sheets and a low groan escaped him. He lifted the other hand and sank his fingers into Vincent�s hair, but he did no more than grip it.

Vincent�s brow lifted. If that was how he reacted to just a little licking�? He opened his mouth and sucked in the blushing head. Sephiroth was a big man. There was no way in hell he�d ever get the whole thing in his mouth, not without jamming it halfway down his throat too. He used both hands to grip the rest of the length.

He plunged and rose using his hands in time with his mouth to extend his reach, and sucked just enough to keep from salivating too badly. The problem was his fangs. If he wasn�t careful and sucked too hard he�d score very tender flesh.

Sephiroth drew in a deep breath. His entire body went rigid and trembled. His hand tightened in Vincent�s hair.

Vincent almost smiled. I think he likes it. He continued plunging and rising while stroking. The cock in his mouth pulsed and a small amount of liquid musk spilled onto Vincent�s tongue.

Sephiroth�s abruptly sat up. �Vincent, you need to stop.� He tugged on Vincent�s hair.

Vincent lifted his head and used one hand to wipe at the saliva sliding from the corner of his mouth. �Huh?�

Sephiroth�s smile was crooked and his eyes were dilated wide. �You�re very close to getting a mouthful.� He raised a hand and wiped at his mouth too.

Vincent released the cock in his hand at once. �Oh�� He wiped his damp hands on the sheets and his cheeks heated fiercely. �Sorry��

Sephiroth grinned. �I�m not.� He lunged forward and closed his arms around Vincent, wrapping him in a sudden embrace. �I�m utterly delighted.� He pressed his cheek to Vincent�s and practically purred in Vincent�s ear. �You have no idea how good it felt to have your mouth pleasuring me.�

Vincent dropped his head on Sephiroth�s shoulder and groaned. �Bloody fate, you don�t need to comment on every little thing!�

�I can�t help myself.� The dark angel�s hands slid down to cup Vincent�s butt and a long finger explored down the seam. �You�re so cute when you�re embarrassed.� The finger centered on Vincent�s anus and pressed in small circles. His voice softened to a velvety whisper. �I just love the way you squirm.�

Vincent shivered, and his cock twitched against Sephiroth�s belly. �For Gaia�s sake, shut up will you?�

Sephiroth chuckled softly. His hands retreated and his arms shifted. �Put your arms around my neck.� There was a soft click and a liquid spurt.

Vincent turned to look behind him.

Sephiroth was squirting some kind of thick clear gel from a small plastic tube into his palm. �Merely lube. I am well aware that you can handle ungodly amounts of pain, but I would prefer if I was not the one delivering it.�

Vincent swallowed, and put his arms around the dark angel�s neck.

Chilly damp fingers pressed against his anus. �Open for me.�

Vincent groaned and pushed out, inducing his sphincter muscles to relax.

�Excellent.� The damp finger slid in and around, delivering that strange tingling sensation.

Vincent shivered. It wasn�t painful, just�weird. He didn�t think he�d ever get used to something jammed in his ass. He cringed. He didn�t want to get used to something jammed in his ass.

A second finger joined the first, slid deeper and pressed.

A jolt of erotic heat clenched at the very base of Vincent�s dick. He stiffened, digging his fingers into the dark angel�s shoulders. Liquid surged pleasurably upward and dripped. A moan spilled from his lips. He trembled. He didn�t want to think that his body was shaking with anticipation, but he knew damned well that it was. Why does this feel so damned good?

Sephiroth tilted his head and sought Vincent�s mouth for a slow drugging kiss. Tasting, stroking, and sucking on Vincent�s tongue, nipping on his lips.

The fingers within Vincent�s ass pumped, rubbing slowly back and forth against that exquisite point while encouraging his body to open wider.

Distracted by the luxurious attack on his mouth, Vincent rocked back on the fingers inside him, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting that burning climax that he�d only ever felt this way. It was a completely different sensation from ordinary sex. It was harder, more intense, more�consuming. His moans spilled into Sephiroth�s mouth.

The dark angel�s kiss turned aggressive, devouring Vincent�s mouth. He pressed his chest against Vincent, pressing him back, pushing him over.

Vincent�s head struck the pillows. The fingers within him continued their slow torturous plunges and retreats. Ecstasy coiled forming a delicious knot right at the base of his balls; a knot that tightened slowly -- too slowly. Groaning, he arched upward, digging his heels into the sheets and shoving harder against the fingers within him.

�More?� The soft midnight whisper caressed Vincent�s ear.

Vincent closed his eyes. �Yes.�

The dark angel rose to kneel between Vincent�s upraised knees. �Look at me.�

Vincent opened his eyes.

Sephiroth�s green gaze narrowed, his jaw tightened and his smile vanished. He reached down and clasped the rigid upward curve of his cock. He stroked slowly.

Vincent couldn�t stop his body�s shivers any more than he could stop the pulse that made his cock throb.

�Do you want me to fuck you?�

Vincent flinched. The raw statement burned across his mind, and yet his heart thumped and his body quivered in anticipation. He swallowed hard. �Yes.�

Sephiroth leaned down over him, sleek warm skin and hard muscle sliding between Vincent�s thighs. He braced on one elbow while holding his cock with the other. �Kiss me.�

Vincent tilted his chin up and met the dark angel�s lips coming down. Tongues entwined�and a thick hardness pressed against his anus. Vincent groaned, and opened. Rigid heat slick with lube slid in slowly, spreading him, and forged deeper, filling him.

Sephiroth groaned into his mouth, and shoved hard, sheathing his cock within Vincent�s trembling body.

Vincent moaned and clutched at Sephiroth�s neck. There was no pain, only that disquieting fullness, and heat. The cock within him was so hot.

Sephiroth slid his free arm under Vincent�s thigh, raising the leg higher and turning Vincent�s hips to the side. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss. His glowing cat green eyes narrowing, he pulled back, and surged in hard.

Pleasure stabbed with brutal intensity. Vincent arched and cried out.

The dark angel locked his gaze on Vincent and bared his long teeth. He pulled back slowly. �You�� He thrust brutally hard, and retreated. ��Are�� He thrust, and retreated. ��Mine.� He thrust, and retreated. �Mine!� Sephiroth threw back his head and howled, hammering violently into Vincent�s body.

Unable to resist, Vincent arched upward into the dark angel�s thrusts, delighting in the sordid and perverse pleasure. He howled under the torrent of erotic fire.

Sephiroth dropped to take Vincent�s mouth, licking stroking, devouring. His thrusts increased in speed and power.

Vincent tightened his arms around the dark angel�s shoulders, his fingers clutching the fine silk of Sephiroth�s long silver hair. His desperate cries were swallowed by the heated mouth that plundered his without mercy.

Climax surged with alarming speed, rising with menacing power. The rising wave built with ferocious intensity, wiping all thought from Vincent�s mind.

Sephiroth pulled from the kiss and groaned. He rose up on his arms, his face a mask of intense concentration, very like pain. He stared hard at Vincent. �Fuck� I am in love with you.�

Vincent�s heart lurched. In love with me�?

Sephiroth arched and groaned. �Cum for me Vincent, cum now!� He thrust hard, and deep.

As though it had been waiting, Vincent�s body suddenly gave way to the tidal wave of brutal pleasure snarling for release. Climax erupted and crashed, sweeping him under its terrible and voracious glory. He shouted and came, pumping himself onto his belly and spattering the man that rode him.

The dark angel, held rigid, gasping. He collapsed on top of Vincent, holding him locked in his embrace. He thrust hard again and groaned, shuddering violently. His cock throbbed within Vincent�s body.

Vincent felt the pulses that marked Sephiroth�s climax. His beast rose, drank, and left with barely a whisper from its passage. Finally it was fully sated. It had finally regained its full strength.

Vincent closed his eyes and clutched the man that held him.

Sephiroth groaned and rolled to the side, pulling from Vincent�s body. Liquid spilled from where their bodies had joined. In moments his breathing eased into long slow even breaths.

Vincent rose among the sheets, folding his knees under him.

The dark angel didn�t stir.

Vincent lifted his bound left hand and focused on the blackened rags that had once glowed soft blue. The rags turned to ash and fell away, revealing the deep blackness and the curving claws of the hand that wasn�t human. Black lightning flickered close to the surface.

He leaned over the pale still form of the man that had taken him and opened his clawed hand over his heart. One swift plunge and Sephiroth would go back to the life-stream, only this time, he wouldn�t come back.

Chaos was an un-maker. It unraveled, reducing what it consumed to its base elements. His hand was not nearly so powerful. Against spells, it was a weapon of great power, but against living flesh it did no more than an ordinary clawed hand.

A heart stab to a creature made of pure energy, such as Sephiroth, would unravel the entire body matrix, and the soul inhabiting it, beyond reconstruction. Not a shred would be left for even a ghost.

Vincent stared at the sleeping profile of the man considered the world�s greatest enemy, the man that had taken him, bodily and sexually, the man that had commanded him to find a new body that he might walk the earth again.

��I am in love with you.�

He�d said those words himself, a very long time ago. He�d even repeated them. All he�d ever gotten back was, �I�m sorry�. A hot tear streaked down his cheek. He closed his hand and eased back.

The sleeping man didn�t move.

Vincent eased from the bed and strode on silent bare feet for the archway before him. His body ached, but he was not as weak as before. Already the aches were fading, leaving only warm echoes from the illicit pleasure. And the liquid that ran down his legs.

Outside, the night was deep and quiet. The trees and pathways glittered green from the passage of the life-stream flow, and the rain that had fallen. The sky was clear and crammed tight with stars. The breeze brushed his bare skin, fingered through his long midnight hair, and caressed his wings.

He spread his wings wide and took to the air.

Flying low out of sheer habit, he flitted, silent as an owl, past the empty buildings to the tree at the edge of the world where he had first learned that the man he had thought was the world�s greatest enemy � wasn�t.

Up on the low wall, he crouched down to look over the world�s edge. The island was passing over land. Scattered patches of light marked sleeping towns. The pattern looked familiar.

Vincent called his darker soul to the surface. The bone jarring shift from human to night beast was smooth and swift. He shook his head, feeling the weight of his horns, and opened all three eyes to see the colors of the shifting winds below him. He spread wings a dragon would have been proud to wear.

He dropped over the edge of the world. The wind was bitterly cold but he barely felt it through his armor. He closed his eyes briefly. I�m sorry.

***

Dawn was pinking the edges of the sky when Vincent finally saw the farmhouse. His beast eyes could see a net of blue-white power crackling around the entire property. The power-limiter was back up and working.

At the edge of the power-fence, he dropped to the earth and eased back into his human form. Exhaustion drove him to his knees. The night was still, but damp and cool. There had been a rain recently. He shivered and rose to his feet. His black hand parted the curtain of energy just enough to let him pass, then reformed behind him.

Several short flitting hops took him took him to the house. A hard jump took him up to the ledge of his second story bedroom window. The screen had been repaired and the window closed. He smiled briefly and reached up to the top of the window frame with his human hand. His fingers encountered a slight buzz from the tiny spell he�d set into it ages ago. He invoked the small spell.

The window unlocked and slid up. The screen loosened on the bottom.

Vincent pushed under the screen, entering the room, then quietly closed the screen and the window. The room was dark with deep shadows, but it was easy to tell that everything was exactly as he had last seen it, with the addition of a fine layer of dust.
He reached under the bed and pulled out his pack. He tossed it on the bed and wrestled out a full change of clothes. With the clothes under his arm, he went into the bedroom�s facility to take a long hot shower. He�d leave tomorrow. He was too tired to pull another long flight tonight. However this time he was sleeping fully dressed.

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