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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
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Diabolic

By Ookami Kasumi
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Nine

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Vincent blinked, shocked. Cloud was kissing him? Cloud was obviously pissed, but why was he doing this?

Cloud inhaled deeply, deliberately sucking the air right out of Vincent�s lungs. He exhaled into Vincent�s mouth.

Vincent�s head swam with dizziness from sheer lack of oxygen. He jerked his head away, gasping for breath.

Trapping Vincent�s wrists with one hand, Cloud shoved his other hand under Vincent�s head and grabbed a handful of Vincent�s long black hair. �Hold still, damn you!� He jerked hard.

Vincent gasped, more with surprise than pain.

Cloud covered Vincent�s open mouth. His tongue slid across Vincent�s in a strong and aggressive foray. It wasn�t tender or flirtatious in any way. It felt more like an act of territorial claiming, or possession.

Vincent fought against the kiss, shoving with his tongue in an attempt to push Cloud out of his mouth. He was not playing this stupid dominance game.

Cloud only redoubled his efforts to subdue Vincent�s tongue, by sucking on it.

The sensation was too similar to what Vincent had felt before, with Sephiroth. Shivers of sheer pleasure feathered across Vincent�s body. A soft moan escaped. His twisting jerks eased into rolling undulations that pressed his rigid cock up against Cloud�s. He couldn�t help it, his body did it all on its own.

Cloud groaned in approval and gentled his kiss, using softer, less invasive strokes. He rocked his hips, rubbing against Vincent in encouragement.

Erotic delight speared through Vincent and clenched in his balls. Another moan escaped him.

Cloud�s hand slid down between their writhing bodies, burrowing into Vincent�s open pants and into his briefs. His fingers closed on Vincent�s rigid cock and tugged it free.

Vincent arched and moaned into Cloud�s mouth.

Cloud released Vincent�s cock briefly and tugged at his own pants.

Vincent felt the heat of Cloud�s cock against his own and shuddered in pure reaction.

Cloud arched and flexed, sliding his cock against Vincent�s, belly to belly. He groaned with obvious pleasure.

The utterly riveting sensation of hard pressure rubbing against Vincent�s cock was too much to resist. He braced his heels in the mattress and pushed back.

Cloud�s hand eased from Vincent�s hair and slid down into Vincent�s pants to cup Vincent�s ass, pulling him tighter against him. He bucked harder and faster, rubbing with enthusiasm against Vincent�s cock.

Vincent pulled his thoughts together enough to realize that Cloud wasn�t trying to fuck him, merely masturbating against his belly. It was almost a relief. Perhaps Cloud hadn�t lost his mind entirely?

Cloud shuddered and pulled his mouth from Vincent�s. He dropped his head against Vincent�s neck, gasping for breath. The scent of aroused male rolled off of him in a potent wave.

Vincent inhaled Cloud�s scent and felt a soft clench in his balls. He was going to cum. But he didn�t want to cum, not with Cloud. It felt wrong. He groaned and fought to hold it.

Cloud abruptly stilled, his body going rigid. He arched, pressing hard against Vincent, then bucked. He shuddered and groaned.

Hot liquid spattered against Vincent�s belly. The scent of wet male musk filled the air. Cloud had climaxed.

Vincent�s body clenched hard with imminent release. He grabbed for it, gasping with the effort to keep it from happening.

Cloud captured Vincent�s in a sudden devouring kiss. He arched hard, his cock sliding in his own cum against Vincent�s.

Vincent moaned into Cloud�s mouth. The hot velvet of Cloud�s tongue and the sensation of his cock sliding in hot wetness were just too much for his body to resist. A hot wave of pleasure washed through him. He groaned and spilled. Small delicious shudders rippled through him. A wave of exhaustion followed right after.

Cloud leaned up to look down at Vincent. His eyes were wide open and very nearly normal in hue. He blushed fiercely. �Shit, Vincent, I��

Vincent glared up at him. �Now that you seem to have your brain back, would you mind getting off me?�

Cloud sat up and stared down at the wetness smeared across both their bellies. �Ah, fuck�� He eased off of Vincent and stood up. �I didn�t mean�� His voice was soft, breathless, shocked. �I� I lost it.�

Vincent got off the bed as though it was on fire. �No shit you lost it.� Scowling, he stomped toward the facility. �I�m going to wash. I suggest you go to your room and do the same.�

�Vincent, I�m sorry!� Cloud�s voice was tight. Clearly he was feeling guilty.

Vincent refused to look at him. He was not in the mood to be sympathetic. �So am I, Cloud. So am I.� He slammed the facility door shut behind him. He held perfectly still until he heard the bedroom door open, and then close.

He stepped over to the sink without looking in the mirror. He grabbed a clean washcloth, soaked it, and scrubbed the mess off his belly with soap and scalding water. He rinsed out the cloth thoroughly, then grabbed the towel to dry himself. Quickly and efficiently, he refastened his clothes and harness.

Dressed at last, he glanced into the mirror. He froze, shocked. There were tears running down his cheeks. When the hell had that happened? Never mind. He slammed a lid on his thoughts with practiced ease. He knew damned well what had just happened would catch up to him later, but that was later. He reached for a clean washcloth and ran it under the water. He scrubbed his face viciously and didn�t look into the mirror again.

He left the facility and lifted the bed to get his things. He donned his armored boots and mantled cape with near violent haste. He buckled on his gun-belt, letting it rest low on his hip, and strapped the holster to his thigh. The weight of his tri-barrel Cerberus pistol was familiar and comforting. He sighed.

With his bag slung over his shoulder, he left the bedroom. Unfortunately, he couldn�t leave just yet. He had to wait until nightfall to travel by flight unseen. But there was no way in hell he was going to stay in that room.

On silent feet, he went down the hall. Soft breathing came from the other bedrooms. Apparently it was still early enough in the morning for the other current residents to still be asleep. Good. It was better this way. No witnesses, no awkward questions.

He went downstairs to the kitchen and opened the door to the basement. He stepped down and strode past the house�s power system and the old-fashioned boiler hunched in opposite corners. A second stairway led into the sub-basement. In the farthest corner was Cid�s workroom. It was dark, cool, and although crammed with parts and partially built gadgets, it was also scrupulously clean.

He strode for the wall with the diagram of Cid�s original aircraft, the Highwind. It gave under the pressure of his palm revealing a windowless and barely closet sized room with only a canvas cot and a small table. Once upon a time the room had been used to hide Avalanche members from ShinRa. Cid knew about it, obviously, but Vincent doubted that Cloud did. It had been his original place of rest, the one he�d used before he�d felt comfortable enough to sleep in an actual bedroom.

He turned and slammed the door�s inner bolt home. He pressed his palm against the nearly invisible door and activated the �don�t notice me� to keep any possible nuisances that might know about the inner room from bothering him.

He sighed and dropped his bag on the floor. He was bone weary, though more mentally than physically. Fully dressed, he stretched out on the cot, and closed his eyes. He quite literally shoved his body into a deep and practically breathless sleep that left no room for even the smallest of dreams.

***

Vincent�s eyes snapped open. His body told him quite plainly that full night had fallen. His sharp hearing made out that the radio was playing, set to a rock station. He could smell cigarettes and beer. The sound of metal against metal was subtle, but there. So was some off-key humming.

Cid was working on something in the room just beyond the door. If anyone else was out there with him, he couldn�t tell. Cid�s cigarettes masked any other scent and the radio masked any small sounds they might have made.

Vincent sat up on the cot. This was Cid�s house, there wasn�t anything he needed to worry about here. He frowned. So why was he sleeping in the basement�s bolt-hole?

Memory slammed him hard.

Sephiroth�

Vincent�s heart twisted for no good reason what so ever. He shook his head slamming the lid on that worm�s nest of thought and emotion. He�d escaped, but the ghost was still running around. The windowless bolt-hole was probably a good idea. But that wasn�t why he was here.

Vincent picked up his bag and stood up facing the door. He frowned.

Cloud�

A chill shivered through him. Vincent actually had to take his hand off his gun. The kid had snapped. After a full day of stewing, he was probably rolling neck deep in guilt. He smiled tightly. Good.

Vincent opened the door and stepped out into daylight brightness. He winced and lifted his hand to spare his eyes. Cid had turned on the entire row of ceiling fluorescents.

Cid sat on a stool at the table in the center of the room facing the hidden door, a lit cigarette clamped in his teeth. He was tinkering with one of his contraptions, his nimble fingers working with dazzling speed. The pieces blanketed the table. His older careworn face was drawn with strong lines, his gaze tightly focused on his work. His shoulder-length salt and pepper hair was slicked back behind his ears, held by his ever-present goggles. Broad-chested and heavily muscular, many assumed that he�d be clumsy at small delicate work, but Vincent knew that just wasn�t so.

Cid�s green t-shirt was scrupulously clean, though his hands were not. The towel draped around his neck was utterly filthy. Apparently that�s what he�d been wiping his hands on. The ashtray by his right elbow was already full. Just within arm�s reach was a case of beer encircled by the light blue glow of a �chill� spell. Six empty beer cans lay tumbled by it.

Cid waved a sonic wrench in Vincent�s direction without looking up from his project. �Ah, good you�re awake. Now I can chew both your asses a new hole. Grab a stool and a beer.�

Vincent started. In the far right corner just beyond Cid, Cloud was perched on a stool with a beer in his hand. His shoulders were hunched in a clearly defensive pose.

Vincent�s gaze flicked to the far left corner, and the stairwell. If he needed to get out of there fast, the room was plenty large enough to get his wings open for added speed and maneuverability. He�d be able to escape.

Cloud gave Vincent a quick sideways glance. His cheeks turned a warm pink and his jaw tightened.

Vincent gave himself a mental nod. Yep the kid was definitely feeling guilty. Good. He carefully placed his bag on the floor and stepped forward to the stool right in front of him. He hooked with his foot and sat down, then leaned over to snag a can of beer from the case. He popped the top. He took a swig, then winced a little from the carbonation burn. The contradictory cold liquid, yet warming effect of the alcohol felt good. He very nearly smiled. Beer tended to affect him a touch strongly. Luckily his body burned through the effects pretty fast.

Cid sat up straight and turned in his stool so he could eye both Vincent and Cloud. �Okay you two rock-heads, you wanna tell me what happened last night, or do you want me to tell you?�

Vincent nearly crushed the beer in his hand.

Cloud�s beer exploded in his hand, spraying all over him.

Cid snorted and tossed the kid the dirty towel from around his neck. �Idiot.�

Cloud snatched the towel out of the air and scowled.

Cid propped his elbow on the table and waved his wrench. �What, did you think I wouldn�t know what goes on in my house?�

Vincent tilted his head and raised a brow. �Do you know what happened?�

Cid rolled his eyes �Gi�me a fuckin� break�� He took a swig of beer. �It�s not like you two were quiet, or anything.� He tapped the ash off his cigarette into the already full ashtray. �At least you didn�t break the furniture or take out the walls.� He shot a glare at Vincent. �Or rip out the window.�

Vincent held his glare. He hadn�t ripped out that window.

Cid waved his wrench toward Cloud. �In case you didn�t know, that idiot went insane trying to pick up your trail; even though it was crystal clear you�d been taken by air.�

Cloud curled his lip. �There should have been something to indicate which direction he�d gone.� He tossed the beer-soaked towel at Cid.

Cid caught the towel without even looking. �There wasn�t, you chocobo-head. Air-travel only leaves a trail when it�s driven by an engine.� He waved his wrench at Vincent. �Whatever took him had wings. You saw the feathers yourself.�

Cloud leveled a glare at Vincent. �Who-ever. It was a �who�, not a �what�. The guy wore black leather and had long white hair.�

Vincent held very, very still. There was only one person with that description, but to Cloud�s knowledge that person was dead. The heavens help him if he realized that the life-stream allowed for corporeal ghosts.

Cid rolled his eyes and looked over at Vincent. �Needless to say, the kid spent the past three days having one panic attack after the other.�

�I did not have panic attacks!� Cloud gripped the stool he was sitting on with both hands, his jaw set at a mulish angle. �And I�m not a kid!�

Cid smiled tightly. �And when he wasn�t having a panic attack, he was driving me insane to get the ship out to go find you.�

�Which you refused to do.�

Cid took a drag from his cigarette. �And now you�re back.� He stood up and leaned over the table, scrutinizing Vincent openly. �You look like you�re all in one piece.�

Vincent smiled tightly. �I am.� Except for his virginity.

Cid smiled, but his eyes narrowed. �And I�ll bet you a fresh case of beer that you refused to say one word about it to Cloud?�

Vincent�s mouth tightened, but felt his cheeks heat. �It was a personal matter.�

Cid waved his cigarette. �Yeah, yeah, isn�t it always?�

Cloud shot a hot glare at Vincent.

Vincent replied with a glare of his own.

Cid snorted and banged his wrench on the table. �Enough you two!�

Vincent jumped. A vague feeling of guilt washed over him. His cheeks filled with heat.

Cloud looked away, his cheeks turning pink.

Cid nodded at Vincent. �So, since you were being your usual closed-mouthed self�� Cid waved toward Cloud. "The kid quite naturally, completely lost his shit.�

Cloud sat up on his stool, folded his arms and nodded with a tight smile.

Vincent shot a glare at Cid. What he saying that Cloud�s near-rape was all his fault?

Cid took a couple of hard gulps from his beer and slammed the can down with a wry face. �Now what I find funny�� He grabbed a fresh can of beer. �Is that you two are the most level-headed out of the whole pack of us, well except for Tifa. In fact, it�s kind�a freaky how level-headed both of you can be.� He popped the top on his beer. �And yet, both of you completely lost your shit.�

Vincent curled his lip. �I did not lose it.�

Cid pointed a finger at Vincent. �Don�t gi�me that crap. You know damned good and well that he�s borderline psychopathic when it comes to his teammates.�

Cloud choked. �What?�

Cid pointed his wrench at Cloud. �Don�t even try to deny it!� He turned and pointed his wrench toward Vincent. �You knew damned good and well that keeping your trap shut would make him lose it.�

Vincent felt his temper spark. He very carefully set his beer down before it exploded in his hand. �It was none of his concern.�

Cid rolled his eyes. �Whatever� And you Cloud�� Cid turned to scowl at the kid. �You knew that if it was important he�d tell you.�

Cloud scowled right back, his cheeks getting pinker by the second. �He was kidnapped.�

�So?� Cid took a drag off his cigarette. �Obviously it couldn�t have been that big a deal or Vincent would have torn that whole part of the house apart.�

Vincent looked away. Maybe he should have torn the house apart? He shook his head. No, it was better to make the whole incident seem small and insignificant. He didn�t need Cloud running around on another great �Sephiroth hunt�.

He pressed his hand against his temple and closed his eyes briefly. Blood and hell, what was he thinking? If he didn�t know better, he�d say he was actually trying to protect the arrogant prick. He sighed. Truthfully, maybe he was to some degree. It wasn�t as if this Sephiroth was the planet killing Sephiroth. He grabbed the beer and took a healthy swallow. The carbonated liquid burned down his throat. He winced. When did everything get so damned complicated?

�So, he didn�t tear the house apart.� Cloud threw out a hand. �That�s beside the point!�

�It�s entirely the point.� Cid shot a narrow look and a tight smile at Vincent. �It was probably just some sort of lover�s spat.�

Vincent very nearly spewed his mouthful of beer. He coughed, a little.

Cloud crossed his arms. �Vincent was carried off by a guy.�

Cid�s gaze locked on Vincent�s and his smile broadened. �So he has a boyfriend, big deal.�

Vincent felt the blood leave his face.

Cloud scowled. �You said he was dead, Vincent.�

Vincent scrambled for something to say. His temper flared. Why the hell was he defending himself? �Yes, the man that�took off with me is dead, and yes I have a�� He swallowed. �A male lover.� Perfectly truthful on both accounts. His cheeks heated fiercely.

Cid threw out his hands. �There, see? Nothing to worry about.� He waved a hand at Vincent�s beer. �Have some more beer. It helps kill the embarrassment.�

Cloud scowled, his eyes narrowing to blue slits. He slid off his stool, his hands fisted at his sides.

Cid pointed a long finger at him. �Cut the crap with the jealous act. You�ve already got a girlfriend. If you wanted to go out with Vincent you should have said something before.�

Cloud�s mouth fell open and his eyes widened. �Go out�?�

Cid grinned. �Oh come on, even I know Vincent�s hot.�

What�? Vincent definitely did not what to think down those lines. He tipped back the beer and swallowed every last drop. He slammed the empty can down on the table. �Can I go now?� His voice came out breathless and a little high-pitched.

Cid chuckled and waved. �Sure kid, anytime.�

�Kid?� Vincent frowned. �I�m older than you.�

Cid set both elbows on the worktable and raised a brow. �Then act it! Quit being so damned �the more you wanna know, the less I�m telling you�, passive-aggressive.�

Vincent jerked back as though slapped. Passive-aggressive?

Cid pointed a finger at Cloud. �And you�! Quit trying to make yourself the center of everyone else�s universe. People got their own lives you know.�

Cloud looked away and crossed his arms.

Cid grinned. �Well the good news is you�re both still human.�

Vincent stared at Cid. Human? Had he completely lost his mind?

Cloud�s open-mouthed expression clearly mimicked Vincent�s thoughts exactly.

Cid pointed from one to the other. �When you two stop losing your shit on occasion, then I�ll worry about you not being human anymore.�

Vincent exchanged confused glances with Cloud.

Cid�s smile evaporated. �Believe it or not, that�s how I knew when General Sephiroth stopped being the General, and started being�something that wasn�t him. He stopped losing his shit.�

Vincent frowned and sat back down on his stool. �You mean you could tell that it�wasn�t him?�

Cid snorted. �Shit yeah. The General was always borderline psycho, with a short fuse to match. He lost his shit fairly regularly.� He rolled his eyes and smiled wryly. �That man could yell so loud, you�d hear it for blocks. I clearly remember him keeping a Cure materia in his pocket for when he accidentally-on-purpose, pulped someone that richly deserved it.�

Cloud came up to the table with a slight smile. �He had to carry a Cure materia just for his sparring matches with the Soldiers.� He grinned. �He�d yell at them the whole time he was using it, bitching them out for not practicing enough.�

Vincent very nearly smiled. That sounded like his Sephiroth all right.

Cid shook his head and his smile evaporated. �Then one day, almost overnight, he�changed. He turned totally cold, no emotions what so ever. No �happy�, no �sad�, no �pissed off� either, like they�d all been erased.� He stared at the table. �All of his expressions seemed�recorded, like his body was on auto-pilot or something.� He looked up at Vincent. �It was the creepiest thing I ever saw.�

Cloud frowned. �I remember that. When I saw him at Nibelheim, it was like he�d been turned into a doll, or a robot. He just�did things. When he laughed you could tell there wasn�t a drop of real humor in it. When he killed, it was pure matter of fact.� He looked over at Cid. �It was like someone hit a button labeled �laugh� or �kill� and he did it.�

Cid tapped a finger on the table. �About a week before the Nibelheim incident, he came in to do an inspection and it was real obvious he�d been, I dunno, erased? I quit that day. I just packed my shit and got my ass out of there.� He looked away. �I didn�t want whatever happened to him, happening to me.�

Cloud stared down at the table then pushed away. �Anyway, it�s over. He�s dead.� He looked over at the stairs. �I need to get back.�

Cid nodded. �You do that.� A slight smile lifted his lips. �Brace yourself for a bitching too. You know Tifa�s gonna be pissed.�

Cloud sighed. �Yeah, I know.� He looked over at Vincent, a slight frown on his lips. �I�m sorry I lost it, really.�

Vincent sighed. �I am too. I just didn�t�� His face heated.

Cid snorted. �You just didn�t want to embarrass yourself by talking about your kinky love affairs?�

Vincent looked away and lifted a shoulder. That was pretty much it. �Yeah.� His face felt like it was on fire.

Cid waved his hands. �All right you two, get out of here and quit bothering me with your personal dramas!� He took a long swallow of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. �Fuck, I really hate being the mature one with shit like this.�

Vincent snorted and picked up his pack. �Be truthful Cid, you hate being mature under any circumstances.�

Cid grinned broadly. �You got that fucking-A right, now get out of here!�

Vincent shouldered his pack and went up the stairs. Cid and Cloud both knew that Sephiroth had changed, that something had clearly happened to him. Maybe explaining his ghost wouldn�t be so difficult, or unacceptable, after all?
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