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Diabolic	By : OokamiKasumi Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi
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Eight

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Vincent stood in the glass-walled shower and let the hot
spray pound down his back. He�d soaped and scrubbed every inch of his body,
even his wings, but he could still smell traces of Sephiroth on his body.
He could still feel his touch as though etched into his skin. He could still
feel him inside.

The water began to cool. The old-fashioned boiler had finally run out of hot water. Vincent turned off the spray. He was as clean as soap and water could make him. He sighed and slid the shower door open. He reached for a towel and scrubbed down.

Vincent picked up his leather glove. He slid his left hand into the fine leather and smoothed the sleeve up his forearm. He flexed his fingers. It was nice having full use of his hand again. He dragged on the black y-back muscle shirt. It was one of the few shirts that would allow for his wings. He pulled on some black jockeys, then stepped into his butter soft black leather pants. He zipped the fly but left it unbuttoned at the waist. Blood and hell it felt good to be back in clothes.

He smeared the steam from the mirror on the back of the facility door, then carefully wound the scarlet cloth around his head, covering his brow. The cloth was to keep from accidentally frightening anyone when he invoked it and the eye became visible. Oddly, because of the way it perceived the world, as energy rather than matter, the eye had no problems seeing right through the cloth.

He stared at his reflection; black hair, scarlet bandana, scarlet eyes, black clothes�his usual appearance. No visible changes. It was as though nothing had happened.

Quiet wafted through him, easing the tension in his limbs, soothing his mind, calming his heart � except for one small corner of his heart that ached. He turned his back on the mirror. It would go away, eventually.

He set the towel around his neck, his hair wasn�t completely dry, and opened the facility door.

Cloud was sitting on the edge of Vincent�s bed facing the facility door. Early morning sunlight poured through the window on the right, turning his spiked blond hair to soft gold. He was dressed in loose black sweatpants and a sleeveless gray sweatshirt. He�d clearly just gotten out of bed. However, his brows were low over his neon blue eyes, his lips were drawn in a tight thin line, and his arms were crossed. �Welcome back.�

Vincent stiffened only slightly. He picked up the towel around his neck and set to scrubbing at his damp hair. �Thank you.� He�d hoped that Cloud had gone back to Midgar, back to his new courier business, back to Tifa and the children he�d chosen to watch over.

The farmhouse was Cid�s technically, but it was an open house to the whole team. Sitting just outside of Midgar, it was pretty much their personal way-station, a place to stop over on their way to other destinations. Any of them could be there at any given time. He hadn�t expected Cloud to still be there.

Vincent very nearly smiled. Wishful thinking on his part. Cid made a lot of noise, but he wasn�t one to actually pry. Cloud, on the other hand, seemed to assume that his friends� problems were his problems too. The kid worried. It was kind of sweet, but Cloud was the last person he wanted involved in this� sordid affair.

Cloud�s lip curled. It wasn�t a smile. �Care to tell me what happened?�

Vincent strode to the foot of his bed and picked up the single-sleeved leather gambeson jacket, refusing to meet Cloud�s angry blue gaze. He slid his left arm into the sleeve. The jacket was strictly a layer of padding for his armor, and stopped right at the bottom of his ribcage. �No.�

Cloud dropped his chin and his eyes narrowed. �No?�

Vincent shrugged to settle the loose back panel between his folded wings. He didn�t want to spread his wings wide in front of Cloud. Although invisible to the average human eye, each wing spread fully his height and a half in length, and half his height in width. He didn�t want to take the chance that Cloud�s physical enhancements would make out that something was there. The kid knew too much about him as it was. He buckled the back panel to each side panels at the very bottom. His gaze flicked to Cloud�s then dropped. He drew the front of the padded jacket across and buckled it closed on his right side. �It was a personal matter.�

�Personal�?� Cloud choked. �Vincent, it was really obvious that you were kidnapped.� His words were soft, but vehement. �You were gone for three whole days!�

Vincent lifted his articulated arm with its chest harness, leaving the clawed hand gauntlet on the bed. He slid his padded arm into the armored sleeve and set the spaulder on his shoulder joint. He offered Cloud a quick smile. �I escaped. The end.� He looked away giving his complete attention to fastening the chest harness that supported the entire articulated arm. Hopefully Cloud would take the hint that he didn�t want to talk about it.

�Damn it, Vincent�� Cloud lunged off the bed and paced along the side of the bed on bare feet. His movements were smooth and economic, almost feline in nature. If he�d actually been a cat his tail would have lashed angrily. He stopped and glared. �Is he dead?� His voice deepened. �Tell me you killed him.�

Vincent sighed. Cloud was clearly in the mood to be stubborn and wasn�t about to take hints. He adjusted the straps to his upper arm rerebrace, and then lower arm vambrace. �He is most definitely dead.� Vincent snorted. It was the absolute truth, and the crux of the whole problem; Sephiroth had been dead to begin with. He gave his arm a shake to make sure the elbow couter settled in the right spot.

�What did he want from you?�

Vincent lifted his clawed gauntlet. A new body. His cheeks heated. And my body too. He slid his leather-gloved hand into the armored hand and worked the buckles that held it to the underside of his vambrace. �He wanted something I wasn�t willing to give.�

�No kidding.� Cloud scowled and resumed pacing. �It looked like you were being carried off naked.�

Vincent didn�t quite flinch. Crap. He�d hoped Cloud hadn�t noticed that. �I�m sure it did.� Because he had been. He focused on flexing his finger claws, opening and closing his hand.

Cloud snorted. �You looked like a princess being carried off by a villain in a fairy tale.�

Vincent turned to stare at Cloud. The kid was way too bright.

Cloud grinned and threw up his hand. �Hey you�re hot, so I could see why someone would want to carry you off!� He sniggered and shook his head. �But I just couldn�t see you as anybody�s princess.�

Vincent blinked. Cloud though he was hot? That was new. Never mind that! He shook his head to clear it, then smiled tightly. �Thank you, I think.� He tugged his pack close and dug through it, pulling out a few of his spare speed-loaders. He set them out on the bed next to his gun-belt with the holstered tri-barreled pistol. He checked the rounds. He really needed to visit his weapons maker to see if his order for fresh ammo had been completed.

�Can you tell me who it was?�

�No.� Absolutely not! There was no way in hell he was telling Cloud that his ultimate enemy was still around, even as a ghost. The kid would go insane.

�No?� Cloud�s hands fisted at his sides. �What do mean no? No you can�t, or no you won�t?�

Vincent shoved the speed-loaders into the gun-belt�s assorted pouches without looking at Cloud. �No is a small word, one syllable, with only one meaning.� He was not about to go into any more detail. The kid was too damned good at guessing.

�Vincent�� Cloud�s voice dropped to a rumbling growl. �I�m only a hair away from beating the truth out of you.�

Vincent turned and narrowed his gaze at Cloud. �I never lie. You know that better than anyone.� He couldn�t lie. Sephiroth had been right. Something in him just wouldn�t let him. His only defense was keeping his mouth closed.

Cloud narrowed his gaze and curled his lip, showing his white front teeth. �You never explain anything either!�

Vincent stiffened. Cloud was definitely in one of his stubborn moods. �I�d like to get some sleep, if you don�t mind. It took the entire night just to get back here, I�m dead tired.�

�Oh really?� Cloud took a firm step closer and smiled. �Where were you?�

Vincent smiled right back, and this time he showed his long teeth. �I don�t know.� That was the gods� honest truth!

Cloud lifted a blonde brow and his smile tightened into something closer to a sneer. �Is that so?� He took another step closer. �Then how did you know how to get back here?�

�Uh�� At less than an arm�s length away, Vincent stared eye to eye with Cloud. He couldn�t help but wonder when the kid had gotten tall enough to actually look him in the eye. And when had he gotten so damned good-looking? Alarm washed through him and the hair rose all over his body. What the hell am I thinking? Too shocked to check his tongue, he spat out the first thing that came to mind. �I wandered around until I recognized something and went from there.�

Cloud�s blue eyes narrowed. �And where exactly, was there?��

Vincent jerked his gaze away from Cloud�s. He wasn�t about to answer where there was. That would open a whole new squirming can of questions about how he�d gotten from there to the farmhouse in one night.

Cloud leaned closer. �Vincent��

Vincent leaned away, keeping his head turned. �No.� He wasn�t sure if it was in response to the question or because Cloud was less than a hand-span away. He did not like being this physically close to anyone.

Cloud tilted his head and lifted a blond brow. �No, again?�

Vincent�s heart thumped in his chest. Damn it, the kid was way too close. He could actually smell the heated scent of his body. �Back off, Cloud.�

Cloud smiled with teeth and set his hands on his slim hips. �No.�

Vincent felt heat spiral downward. He was definitely reacting to the kid. Crap! He didn�t need this, he really didn�t. �Fine, then I will.� He turned away and grabbed his pack with his bare right hand. He was not about to play dominance games with Cloud. Not with his body reacting out of control.

Cloud grabbed Vincent�s right wrist. He grabbed the handle of Vincent�s pack with his other hand. �Where are you going?�

Vincent froze. He turned to look at Cloud and growled, showing his long teeth. �Let go.�

Cloud�s hand tightened, and so did his jaw. �Vincent, you�re my friend. I care about what happens to you. I just want to help.�

�You can�t.� Vincent twisted his hand sharply.

Cloud held on to both Vincent�s wrist and the pack. �Try me.�

Try him? Vincent froze where he stood actually wondering what it would be like. He�d seen Cloud practically naked a few times and knew the kid had one hell of a body� Heat spilled up into his cheeks then straight down into his cock, making it swell. He sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck! What the hell had that perverted bastard done to him that he would even consider it? He stepped back pulling hard. �Let me go, Cloud.� The pitch of his voice was a hair higher than normal.

Cloud�s brows shot up and the black pits of his pupils widened. His cheeks flushed pink. �Go where?� The scent of warm musk rolled from him.

Every hair on Vincent�s body rose. He knew male lust when he smelled it. He�d just spent the last few days practically rolling in it. He swallowed hard. Son of a bitch! The kid was reacting to him too. He needed to leave before Cloud realized what was actually happening.

But Cloud clearly didn�t want to let him leave.

Vincent released a low deep growl and bared his teeth. �Let go. I won�t ask again.� If he was forced to punch the kid in the head to get out of there, he would. He�d apologize later.

Cloud�s eyes narrowed. �First, tell me who was fucking you for the past three days.�

Vincent felt the blood leave his face in a cold rush. He knows. He lashed out with his armored left fist, catching Cloud square on the side of his head. It was only a glancing blow. He just wanted to knock some sense into his head, not kill him.

Cloud�s eyes widened, then he reeled sideways.

Vincent tugged his wrist and his pack free. The kid hadn�t even tried to block him. Apparently he hadn�t thought Vincent would actually hit him. He�d been mistaken.

Vincent grabbed his gun-belt and went for the bedroom door. He collected his mantle and cape hanging on the back, then crouched to grab his armored shoes right by the doorjamb.

A bare foot thumped behind him.

Vincent abandoned his shoes and dodged left.

Cloud�s fist hit the door with a loud bang and a crunch, right where Vincent�s head would have been. The door vibrated, but held. Cloud pulled his fist free and bared his teeth at Vincent. �You�re not leaving.� His voice was quiet and very deep.

Vincent bolted for the window, more than willing to jump right through the glass. He felt the air shift behind him and whirled to the right.

Cloud slammed into a crouch directly in front of the window. He rose to his feet and turned to face Vincent. His eyes were wide black pits with only a thin line of blue encircling them. �Not a whole lot of places to run in here.�

Crap. Cloud wasn�t just being stubborn, he was being aggressive. It was one of the hazards of Soldiers First Class. Their treatments made them damn near bi-polar in their mood swings. He�d seen Cloud lose it a few times. The results of one of his berserk rages were never pretty. But then, neither was his. Vincent backed away from him. �Cloud, we can�t fight in here, we�ll destroy Cid�s house.�

Cloud followed. �Then don�t fight me.� He smiled.

Vincent stopped where he was, unsure of what he should do. He could keep dodging, but he knew he wouldn�t stay out of Cloud�s reach for long. He couldn�t use his wings for additional speed or maneuvering at all. The room was just too damned small to open them. Not to mention that backing away and dodging only made the situation worse. It made him look like prey. �Cloud, you�re not in your right mind.�

Cloud eased to Vincent�s right, keeping between Vincent and the window. �You got that right.�

Vincent turned to keep Cloud in front of him. �Cloud�?�

Cloud continued to stalk around Vincent, circling him. �You were carried off by a man, Vincent. For three days I wondered what he was doing to you.� He stopped suddenly, and focused on Vincent�s mouth. �I wondered what you were doing to him.� He licked his lips.

A quick glance down showed a rigid erection tenting the front of Cloud�s loose pants. Chills spilled down Vincent�s spine. Crap, crap, crap�

Cloud frowned and stepped closer. �I just want��

Vincent held very still and tried to keep his voice calm. �You just want�what?�

Cloud�s gaze dropped to the scarlet cape, gun-belt, and black carry-bag in Vincent�s hands. �Put those down.�

Vincent�s fingers tightened on his belongings. �Cloud, it would be best if I leave.�

�No.� Cloud�s gaze narrowed, his hands fisted at his sides, and his shoulders hunched slightly. �You are not leaving me again.�

What�? The hairs on the back of Vincent�s neck rose. Cloud was on the very verge of a full blown attack. �Cloud��

Cloud curled his lip, showing teeth. �Drop them, now!�

Without taking his eyes off Cloud, Vincent leaned to his right lowering his bag, gun-belt, and cape, setting them on the floor. With Cloud this close to snapping, he needed his hands free anyway. He folded his arms across his chest. �Happy now?�

His eyes locked on Vincent�s, Cloud stepped forward and kicked. The whole pile went skidding.

Vincent turned to watch his things slide under the bed behind him and scowled. He�d have to lift the whole bed to get them back out.

He barely saw Cloud�s fist coming at the side of his head.

Vincent twisted to avoid it, but not far enough. His head snapped hard to the side and white stars exploded behind his eyes. Stunned, he toppled over, collapsing in a loose-boned heap.

Vincent barely felt Cloud grab him under the arms to shove him up onto the bed. He winced and groaned. Holy hell his head hurt! The kid was freakishly strong. His punch had very nearly knocked him out cold. He felt tugging on his clothes. Huh? His eyesight focused, somewhat.

Cloud was sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. Vincent�s arm harness was unbuckled, his gambeson open, and his shirt pushed up, baring his belly.

Vincent frowned blearily. What the hell is this? �Cloud?�

Cloud set his warm palms on Vincent�s belly, making the stomach muscles jump in reaction. He slid his palms up, shoving the shirt higher baring Vincent�s chest. Cloud�s brows rose. He brushed his thumbs across Vincent�s nipples. �They�re so pale.�

A sharp spark of erotic fire darted through Vincent�s nipples and shot downward, making his cock twitch in interest. Vincent bit back a gasp and grabbed for Cloud�s wrist with his human right hand. �Quit that!�

Cloud�s eyes narrowed. He twisted his hand in Vincent�s grip, taking hold of Vincent�s wrist instead. He leaned forward pinning Vincent�s wrist to the bed by Vincent�s head. �Don�t fight me, Vincent.�

Vincent winced. Cloud wasn�t hurting him, though the grip on his wrist was rather tight, it was the way he was seated. Cloud�s forward angle was putting pressure in his semi aroused cock, and Cloud was fully aroused. He shifted under Cloud�s weight to relieve the pressure.

Cloud inhaled sharply. His eyes opened wide, and his cheeks flushed pink. �Ah��

Vincent froze under him with a strong suspicion that he�d just done something supremely stupid.

Cloud�s darkened blue gaze locked on Vincent�s shifting from narrowed to hooded. He licked his lips and closed his finger and thumb on Vincent�s nipple. He tugged.

Erotic fire scorched him all the way down to his cock. Vincent writhed, one knee rising in sheer reaction. A groan escaped him.

Cloud smiled. �Your nipples are as sensitive as a girl�s.�

Vincent�s face filled with heat and he scowled. �They�re sensitive because I�m not used to people touching them, idiot.�

�Liar.� He thumbed Vincent�s hardening nipple. �Someone has been touching them.�

Sparks of delight burned in Vincent�s nipples, and skittered downward. He bit back his groan, and twisted under Cloud. Only one person, damn it. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight. �Cloud, stop this. You do girls, not guys, remember?�

Cloud leaned down, smiling from only a breath away. �But you let guys do you.�

Vincent stared up at Cloud�s smile, thoroughly chilled. What the fuck�? �I do not!�

�For someone that can�t tell lies, you�re certainly telling a lot of them.� Cloud rocked his hips, deliberately putting pressure on Vincent�s cock.

Vincent�s groan escaped before he could stop it. �I am not lying!�

�Oh please� You obviously like what I�m doing to you.� Cloud reached down with his free hand and pressed against the rigid bulge under Vincent�s leather pants. He squeezed. �You�re hard.�

Vincent gasped. Bloody hell, what was going on in this kid�s head? �Of course I�m hard! You�re teasing me. Anyone would react the same way!�

�Is that so?� Cloud�s smile tightened and his gaze narrowed. �I think you�re reacting�� His voice dropped to a growl. ��Because someone already taught you to like it.�

Vincent felt the blood leave his face and his entire body went rigid. That was far too close to the truth.

Cloud smile sharpened and his brows dipped low. �Fuck, I�m right, aren�t I?� His fingers closed on the zipper to Vincent�s leather pants. He tugged it downward. �How much did they teach you, Vincent? How far did they go?�

An icy sweat formed all over Vincent. �No!� He was not doing this with Cloud. He grabbed Cloud�s upper arms, his metal claws digging in to flesh. �Get off me!� He twisted to shove him off. �Get off!�

Cloud jerked his arms free and slammed his forearms down on Vincent�s shoulders, pressing down with his considerable upper-body weight. Because of the nature of his bio-engineering, Cloud�s body was not only stronger than the average human�s; it was far denser, making it incredibly heavy. �Stop that!�

Vincent gasped and bucked hard twisting. �No!� Unfortunately the mattress was too soft for any kind of real leverage. �I�m not doing this!� He brought his knees up, kicking out. �I�m not doing this with you!�

Cloud snarled and fought to grab Vincent�s wrists. �But you�ll do it with some other guy for three days?� He pinned them against the mattress up by Vincent�s head. �What, I�m not good enough for you?�

Vincent froze, staring at Cloud�s angry face. �What?�

Cloud�s head dropped, covering Vincent�s mouth in a hard kiss.

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