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Resurfacing	By : dreamsofcrows Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 686 -:- 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.

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He could feel hands trailing slowly down his body, fingertips grazing roughly in their wake as they rested at his hips, squeezing them softly. His whole body was sensitive to the slightest touch, and the hot breath he felt on his neck and face sent shivers through him. “P...please...don’t..”
Somewhere around his collar bone, he could feel a small smile and a light chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m getting there...” The same gently hands kept trailing down as their finger nails scrapped against the inside of his thighs to gently part his legs. The mouth by his neck bit gently into the pale, soft flesh, followed by kisses up to under his chin and around to lip at his collar bone. He rolled his head back into the pillow, his mouth parted open as his hair pooled around his head. Red eyes closed and squeezed tightly together as he felt himself grabbed around his member by a firm grip, gently pulling at the hardening flesh there. His back arched as soft lips kissed further down his body, nipping and licking gently at a nipple. He could hear the person above him groan into his skin, pulling gently at the hard piece of flesh in their mouth. How long had it been? He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it as he felt a tongue trail down his abdomen, licking from the base of his member to the head, sucking on it gently. A sharp gasp escaped his throat before he moaned, pushing his groin up into the other person’s mouth, the whole length of him swallowed in one movement. He felt like his body was on fire, the squeezing of hands on his thighs growing softer and then harder with every push he made with his body. His legs were lifted then in the air, and the expert tongue trailed off of his cock to lick deeply into the sensitive crack down there, kissing the small puckered hole between them. A small scream escaped his lips as he was pushed onto his shoulder blades, the body above him settling itself between his legs as he gently gave Vincent’s chest a kiss.
He never found himself pleading before this, his arms wrapping around the strong back above him.
“Since you asked so nicely.” A chuckle escaped their lips as Vincent felt something long and thick drive itself into him, his body violated in the best way as his ass muscles gripped tightly around the thing probing him, his legs wrapping around the waist above him. His skin was practically on fire, small beads of sweat trickling down his chest and body as a strong but gentle rhythm was struck up inside of him, pushing his body further and further into the bed he lay on. The same strong hands were holding him, guiding his body closer and closer to a climax, and Vincent felt a cry wrenched from his throat as his body shuddered, every sensitive nerve in him screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure. The orgasm that had been postponed for him for so long coursed through his whole body and into his mind as he came with the final thrust inside of him, his own hot seed spilling onto his body as he felt the man, a man yes, that was obvious, empty himself inside of him. As Vincent opened his eyes, he was staring back into bright, sky blue ones, partially hazed over by the lust inside them.
“C.....?”
“Heya Vince.” **************
“CID! ” The name was pulled from him as his eyes snapped open, and he bolted up, wide awake and breathing harshly. He was covered in sweat, his whole body shuddered as his skin was practically burning under the cold cotton sheets on him. The whole room was dark, the fan above him whirring in a soft hum. He tried to stand up when he realized that his body wasn’t allowing him to. The blatant erection between his legs sent small sparks of pain through him, making it hard to move. He stared down at the tented sheet with wide, unbelieving eyes. For the first time since he was a teenager he'd had a wet dream, and it was about... He couldn’t, couldn’t, -couldn't-, have dreamed about...about..NO. He lay back down in the bed, staring at the ceiling as he tried to logically figure out what the hell was wrong with him. Was it something that he had to drink that night? It was Cid, the line dancing, and the beer. That was it. Too much of the line dancing mixed with the beer and the red necks and the country music and that -had- to be it ....wasn’t it? He closed his eyes, resolving himself to fall back asleep and forget about the whole thing. The problem between his legs, however, was not going to let him. Every move was excruciating, making it hard to will it away. “What a pathetic creature I am,” he muttered to himself. He knew cold showers wouldn’t work- he enjoyed them quite a lot. Envisioning something horrendous wouldn’t work except for maybe Hojo, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to think about HOJO during an erection. That was just SICK. He sighed again, trying to think of something he could do to pull himself out of this rather embarrassing situation, and could come up with only one, total workable solution. He couldn’t remember (as he reached down under the sheets, taking his member in his right hand) the last time he had to do this, and if he ever had to it was when he was much younger and before he was a Turk. He closed his red eyes as he squeezed the hard flesh, his fingers trailing from the head to the base and back up again, a barely audible gasp escaping as he toyed with it. A dark red blush covered his face as he struck up a pattern with his hand and he could feel the long forgotten waves of pleasure beginning to seep from his groins, making his legs feel very tight as his breathing grew heavier. In his mind he could still feel the hot, heavy breathing on his face and neck, the dainty trails of kisses on his body. He raised his left hand, playing with a nipple as he stroked himself harder, his head rolling to the side. He cursed himself for having such a vivid dream, still being able to remember the hands trailing down his legs, grabbing at him just like he was doing now, stroking him, and that hot, heavy mouth taking him in it and... He lost it. Shudders were coursing up and down through his entire body, his breathing now harsh and coming out in sharp gasps, his hand moving faster and harder to a point he was almost hurting himself. His back arched with every shockwave that ran through him, and the hand on his chest was digging its fingernails into the skin, leaving deep, crescent shaped wounds. He wanted something be inside of him SO badly and he dug his fingernails in harder, pain now mixing with the pleasure of his release as he finally came into his own hand. He let out a strangled cry he quickly bit on his lower lip to muffle before he collapsed, letting go of himself before he rolled over onto his side, his post orgasmic groans and gasps muffled into the pillow.
Vincent Valentine had a problem. A BIG problem. A high-school-girl-with-her-first-crush-on-an-older-man problem. A this-is-never-going-to-work problem. The problem was he had a head over heels, adolescently stupid first time crush...on Highwind. It wasn’t so much the fact that he did have one after so long that bothered him so much as he really -should- have expected it. The attention he had been paying to the other man, the way he always seemed to cave in even to the most -rediculous- things, the amount of trust he had begun to place in the pilot's hands. He probably would have tried to kill himself right then and there if he’d known said person was standing outside of his closed door.
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