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In Blood's Gaze - LEMON	By : Vixerz Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In Blood's Gaze: Chapter 15
Gongaga Nights! *LEMON*
Alrighty, here it is! The long awaited lemon that was promised. Took 15 chapters, but I got there.
*grin* Here goes!
*WARNING* This has male/male action. Yee! */WARNING*
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The dark gunman just smiled, a real smile. Then he pulled the blonde back for another heated kiss.
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Cloud wasn't sure if he should put his tongue into play, but Vincent solved that problem by licking at his lower lip, asking for entrance. Cloud gladly parted his lips, moving his tongue forward to spare with Vincent's. Sephiroth's commanding mouth was forgotten over Vincent's sweet lips caressing against his.
He could feel Vincent's human hand slowly stroke the small of his back. But the claw barely moved from behind his head. He nudged back against the claw, and Vincent pulled away, confused.
Cloud shook his head and smiled. "I want to see you, that's all. The real you." With that, he reached up and began unbuttoning Vincent's cowel. The dark one barely made a move, his eyes following Cloud's nimble fingers. Those soft hands. He briefly wondered how Cloud kept his hands so soft. Those hands moved to the inside of his cowel, slowly pushing it down his shoulders to pool around his hips as it fell away. Vincent closed his eyes, taking a deep breath
Would Cloud continue? This was the first time his cowel had been removed in almost thirty years. He felt naked, in just his black shirt and black pants. Some twinge of nervousness crept its way up his spine. Would Cloud not want to be with him? Would Cloud still love him?
A warm, wet mouth on his neck caused him to snap his head up. Cloud had worked his long, black hair away from his pale neck, and had begun to caress it with his lips. Vincent groaned softly, letting Cloud do as he pleased. Half-closed eyes took in the detail of Cloud's neck and shoulder right in front of him, and the wonderful feeling of Cloud's breath and tongue on his skin washed over him.
He shivered, gripping Cloud's shoulder with his human hand. He refused to touch Cloud with that claw. It was mechanical and dangerous and not meant for his lithe blonde. Cloud's fingers had resumed undressing him, and the buttons of his shirt came undone one by one.
Vincent suddenly worried if Cloud would pull away once seeing his bare torso...
Cloud did indeed pull away, but only to view Vincent's chest as the shirt rode down his shoulders to catch at his elbows. Vincent had looked away, quiet resignation written on his open face. 'What's that look for?' Cloud wondered.
'Did he think I wouldn't find him more beautiful?'
Vincent's skin was ghostly pale, yet it only served to make him even more beautiful. But dotting the man's torso were long, trailing scars in certain areas. Cloud frowned as he ran a solitary finger on each one, feeling Vincent shudder.
'Hojo... These constant reminders must haunt Vincent every time his clothes are gone,' Cloud concluded.
Vincent jolted when Cloud bent to kiss one his scars running along his upper chest, near his collarbone. His breath hitched. Did Cloud really accept him...?
Cloud's tongue caressed each individual marr of the skin, coming to a stop as he found one that was smaller than the others. A very small hole-shaped scar, like a... bullet... This was where Hojo shot him...Cloud gently kissed the small pucker wound, hearing Vincent's slight gasp.
Vincent had only to catch Cloud's eyes as the blonde moved to smile lovingly at him to be sure. Yes, this wonderful man accepted him, scars and all. And at that moment, all the nightmares Vincent had experienced all those twenty-seven years in his Nibelheim prison didn't matter. In this moment, he could let go. It was just him and Cloud.
Him and the man he loved.
Cloud squeaked as Vincent promptly pounced him, pushing back down into the sheets. The black shirt still hung around his elbows, but it didn't hinder the gunman from pulling away the covers to expose Cloud's body. His regular shirt and pants were still on, which Vincent frowned at. This would do no good at all.
He slipped Cloud's tucked shirt out of his pants, pushing it up to reveal bare tanned skin. Cloud blushed, but watched Vincent's eyes. They flickered with passion and lust, and yet the warmth was very evident from his confession of love.
Cloud trailed his eyes down Vincent's body, eyeing the noticeable bulge in Vincent's pants matched his own.
Vincent's warm hand worked its way to his back, gently lifting him up towards the gunman. The golden claw raised the shirt around him, and he happily obliged to keep his arms up as Vincent worked the shirt over his shoulders. The cloth stopped short just around his eyes, and he made a negative sound.
Soft lips caressed his, and Cloud found his position suddenly very kinky. He licked appreciatively at Vincent's mouth, and the dark-haired one sealed his mouth over Cloud's, their tongues sparring once more. Vincent's mouth tasted as wonderful as it had since that night in North Corel, and he moaned when Vincent's teeth nibbled on his tongue.
Cloud's moans were getting to him, and he was aware if he wasn't careful, he would take Cloud too early and possibly hurt him. He never ever wanted to hurt Cloud. This wonderful and beautiful person meant more to him now than anything in the world. But the need to share in the passion and pleasure that were building inside him was steadily growing, and catching his attention more fervently. Feelings he had not felt for thirty years were awakened, and this blonde was in for a full night of exploring just what Vincent had missed.
Vincent pulled the shirt over Cloud's head, noting in amusement that Cloud's hair, though somewhat ruffled, retained its chocobo-feather style. He gently sifted his fingers through it as their kiss remained deep and passionate, Cloud's taste like an exotic wine he had to have more of. His human hand strayed to the blonde's chest, feeling Cloud shiver when his fingertips brushed down to the right, and paused over the pectoral muscle, feeling the beating heart beneath.
He cupped his hand against that heart, and paused the kiss to nuzzle affectionately, which took Cloud by surprise. Who'd have thought of all people, Vincent would nuzzle...?
Catching one of the blonde's hands in his claw gently, Vincent brought it to his own bare chest, holding the warm hand to his own beating heart. Smiling softly, he stared deep into warm, glowing sky blue, he murmured gently, "Your own caring heart has awakened that which I thought was dead. And for that, I shall forever hold you close. You mean so much to me, Cloud..."
A very noticeable blush washed the blonde's cheeks, and the gunman could only chuckle at how cute it was.
Cloud couldn't stop the rush of blood to his face. Vincent was being so sweet! Nobody had ever been this loving towards him, and it flattered him to no end.
He wasn't prepared for the return of Vincent's lips to his, but he eagerly returned to caressing the wandering tongue that slipped into his mouth. The warm hand on his chest moved lower, and tickled across his stomach, causing him to squirm. Which wasn't very good to Vincent's resolve, for he leaned the blonde back onto the bed, straddling Cloud's thighs as he continued feeding his hunger. Cloud tasted exquisite, and Vincent couldn't stop now even if he wanted to.
Cloud played with the long dark locks of Vincent's hair trailing down near his face, revelling in the soft texture. For someone who was asleep for so long, Vincent's hair remained soft and beautiful.The older man above him purred gently in his mouth, and Cloud arched abruptly as his pants were undone. He shivered as Vincent's fingers worked themselves under the lip of his pants, pulling them down his hips slowly.
Their tongues continued to spar, though Cloud's attention was torn between the hand trailing down to his throbbing erection, and the hot muscle currently coiling with his own in his mouth. Vincent seemed to know exactly which areas to touch to send waves to the heat throbbing in his loins. He groaned gently, and began to nibble on Vincent's tongue, enjoying the soft approving sounds the gunman made.
Vincent felt the shiver go through the blonde, and grinned inwardly. Cloud was certainly enjoying himself. He could only smirk in triumph when the blonde arched his mouth away from Vincent's in a surprised gasp of pleasure, the dark one's hand wrapped firmly around his length. Cloud moaned and panted softly, settling his hands on Vincent's shoulders to squeeze, urging his lover to continue.
Vincent worked his hand up and down the length of Cloud's cock, his own throbbing in time to the pleasure-filled moans he elicited from the blonde. He moved his fingertips to rub across the slit, and Cloud's hips jolted upwards with a cry. Those hips connected with his own, and both men groaned as their erections were pressed together.
"Cloud..." Vincent breathed. "I want to share this with you. Is that alright?"
A firm yank on his bangs brought him face to face with Cloud, and he could see the overwhelming desire looming in those Mako-treated eyes. Vincent simply smiled, having gotten his answer, gave a small peck to the blonde's rosy lips, and smoothly began trailing his mouth down Cloud's jaw. He licked and nipped down Cloud's neck, careful not to leave a mark. The others did not need to know what transpired here. Or rather, a certain, large-busted female who had a large crush on the blonde did not need to know what transpired here. The last thing Cloud needed was to be questioned about his sexuality, with the chase of Sephiroth looming over all of them. If there was any doubt in the party, that would be their downfall.
Coming to a peak on Cloud's chest, Vincent closed his lips around the nipple, nibbling gently. Cloud bucked again, and again both men gave a groan to each other.
"Cloud, you need to stop that," the dark-haired one growled. In a loving way, of course.
The blonde gave him a coy look, gazing at him through his eyelashes. "And why should I? You seem to enjoy it very much."
How Cloud could possibly act so mischeivous at a time like this went beyond Vincent's understanding. Cloud had never had an intimate relationship with anyone before (Vincent could tell from the blonde's actions around Tifa), and yet here he was, teasing Vincent into doing something he might regret. (Most likely not.)
Cloud went absolutely still as Vincent suddenly smirked. 'Uh oh... Don't like that look.'
"I do enjoy it, and I want to show you how much..." Vincent purred. He bit Cloud's nipple almost painfully, earning a hiss of pleasure. "But, if you keep moving your hips like that, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to punish you."
Cloud let his head roll back, laughing slightly at the ceiling above him. The laughter died as a moan took over when Vincent's hand rubbed him long and hard through his pants. The fabric did little to hide the heat from the gunman's hand, which almost burned Cloud's skin. He arched his hips towards the hand, earning another lustful look from Vincent.
"Some punishment."
That earned a heated glare, but the heat was mixed too much with passion to be angry. "Cloud..." Vincent growled.
Cloud peeked his head back up, much too entranced with the way the red danced in Vincent's irises to answer back. His mouth opened a bit as he stared at the older man's eyes. They were so beautiful, so dark and dangerous, yet at the same time, held so much emotion that Cloud could now read like never before. His eyes shone his surprise. He actually knew what Vincent was feeling, just from one look in those eyes. Desire, lust, pleasure, and love all roiled in those beautiful eyes, and he was swallowed by them. With that, he tugged at Vincent's hair to force his head back up.
Vincent had watched the blonde become mesmerized as he stared, and couldn't help himself but look into Cloud's brilliant sapphire eyes. No one in the world should have eyes like that, like gems were implanted around his pupils. They remained bright even in the dim light, shining almost like a cat's eyes. He shivered at the pure, unkept emotions flaring to life in those eyes while Cloud stared into his. There was a definite desire there, along with love and... fear, maybe? Did Cloud fear him, in a way? Was he scared of what was to happen tonight?
That emotion suddenly vanished into what seemed complete understanding, and Cloud tugged his hair to make him come closer. Vincent complied without thought, himself still entranced by the pure love he saw shining in the blue of his lover. Their lips met softly this time, all foreplay forgotten as they tentatively explored this new, deeper kiss they had started.
Something new had begun, as if this was the real starting point to their lovemaking. They were virginal in spirit again, the world damned as the memories of battles and hardship and pain were lost to this quiet, lovely beginning,
Vincent felt it was time. He comforted Cloud's lips as he slowly undid the buckles. The snaps caught the blonde's attention, and he pulled away slowly to watch the golden claw fall away.
He gasped, his eyes going wide.
Vincent's eyes were rueful, staring at his bandaged hand. Or what was left of it. It was sinewy and the bones showed immensely, but it was indeed his hand. The bandages were beginning to fall off, wrought with time and the wear of being inside the claw. Beneath the bandages, his skin was dark, almost bruised beyond repair. It was laced with purple, much like the fur of the Galian Beast, and blood red like his eyes. So this is what happened...
Cloud's tanned, unmarked hand appeared on his damaged one, the stark contrast almost terrifying both of them. The beautiful hand grasped the ugly hand in a firm embrace, fingers laced together.
"Vincent, look at me." The gunman's eyes has remained watching those hands move together, their hearts echoing through the appendages to pulse against each other. At the small command, he lifted his eyes to look into Cloud's.
"...No one has seen my arm before. Not even me..."
Cloud's eyes widened, moving his own stare back to their hands.
"I once heard Hojo say... something about the ultimate chaos... it had a strange effect when he had put it into my body... I was feigning unconsciousness at the time, and he was mumbling, so I didn't really catch much..."
Cloud's eyes stung with unshed tears. Vincent, his Vincent, was revealing himself to Cloud in so many ways. He had never shown anyone his arm, which made Cloud feel all the more loved. Vincent trusted him enough to see him without that deadly weapon attached.
His thumb rubbed along the flesh it could reach, their hands still in the embrace. Vincent's hand, albeit scarred and damaged, was strong, and the fingernails were as claw-like as the outer metal shell. Cloud couldn't help but pull that hand towards him, kissing lightly on each knuckle between his own.
Vincent watched, awestruck. Cloud was...
He squeezed Cloud's hand to get his attention, and when the blonde looked up, Cloud found himself beholding one of the most beautiful sights: Vincent, smiling from his heart, and crystal tears dripping down his cheeks.
"Vincent..." Cloud whispered. He put his other hand behind the gunman's head, bringing Vincent towards his chest as he released the bandaged hand to wrap his arms around him. The shaking had started, and his chest felt warm wetness. Vincent was actually crying...
"No one... no one ever.. showed me this much love before... not even... her..."
Cloud nodded, bending to place light kisses in Vincent's hair. "No matter who you are, I love you. Your scars are just that: scars. They don't take away your beauty at all."
A slight sob resounded from the dark one, and then he slowly regained his composure. He lifted his head, wiping his eyes with his normal hand. 'Must not be used to using the other, what with the claws,' Cloud thought.
"Cloud..." The blonde blinked, looking into Vincent's eyes. "I want to make love to you. Will you let me?"
Cloud smiled, and simply nodded once. With that, Vincent pounced his lips, ravenous for Cloud's taste. He had bared his soul, showing Cloud his arm. He had nothing left to hide, and was eager to show, at last, his love. Even though he was hungry for Cloud, he remained at an even pace, finally losing the shirt around his elbows and undoing his own pants. Cloud's were still trapped around his knees, and with one quick yank, they were on the floor across the room. The blonde's breathing grew heavy, his eyes filled with need. He watched Vincent finally reveal his body, which was beautiful in every way.
The gunman gripped Cloud's hips, sliding him down beneath him, lifting his firm legs higher. He bent and kissed Cloud again, licking at the blonde's tongue as it coiled into his. Vincent leaned forward, brushing his erection to Cloud's, panting at the feel of the blonde's cock rubbing with his.
Cloud gasped and moaned, arching up into Vincent, earning a deep groan from both. That was all it took for Vincent to shoot up from the bed, rushing over to his cape and searching the pocket. Cloud leaned up and watched him, hungrily eyeing his ass. Vincent found what he needed, and stood straight, taking a breath to calm his body. Cloud was so hot and needy, he himself needed to be careful. He gripped the vial tightly, and turned to face the blonde. His breath was stolen from him at the sight of Cloud's eyes. They had darkened extremely, a deep, burning sapphire. He imagined that Cloud's eyes were now like his own.
He crossed the room in two long strides and pushed Cloud back flat on the bed. Lifting underneath Cloud's knee, he he brought it up and out, bringing Cloud's erection into full view. He noted with amusement that Cloud was blushing again, but that wouldn't matter in a moment. He moved Cloud's leg and rested the shin over his shoulder, leaving his hands free to unscrew the vial and cover his fingers in the liquid.
A strange smell permeated the room, and Cloud wrinkled his nose. "What is that stuff?" he murmured, his voice husky. Vincent spared him a glance and a smile. "Gun lubricant. Keeps things flowng smoothly through the gun, and in small amounts, it's safe for humans." Vincent teased a lubricated finger down the underside of Cloud's cock, tracing the veins. The blonde gasped and shivered. Vincent took a breath, and went lower.
When Cloud felt the long digit slowly slide its way to his entrance, he tensed. He had never done this before; what if it hurt? The finger slowly encircled the ring of his anus, and then slowly pushed in. Cloud arched slightly, giving a small uncomfortable noise in the back of his throat. "Just relax, love," Vincent purred. "It gets better when you relax." Cloud took a breath, and eased his muscles. The digit slid in all the way, and Cloud blushed as he felt Vincent's hand resting against his cheeks.
He could feel it moving around inside him, which felt strange but slightly good. What surprised him was the explosion of pleasure as the finger brushed a certain point inside of him. He elicited a gasping moan, thrusting his hips up. Cloud panted while staring at the ceiling. Whatever that was, he wanted more. He felt slight pain as Vincent added a second finger, but another brush to that spot and he was reeling.
Vincent watched as Cloud reacted to his prostate being pleasured. The blonde was beautiful, and very erotic as he gripped the sheets in pleasure. One last finger ought to be enough, he surmised. Slowly adding the third, he scissored gently inside Cloud's ass, still watching the blonde. Cloud gave him one last hungry look, and Vincent knew it was time.
He gently removed his fingers, taking the same hand and dousing his fingers in more lubricant. He made sure his cock was fully covered before screwing the vial cap back and giving it a toss to his cape. Cloud eyed his cock, and grew slightly nervous, but that all seemed lost as Vincent took his hips and raised them to rest on his own. Cloud felt Vincent's cock poking his entrance, and, remembering the gunman's words, relaxed, and allowed Vincent to enter him.
Vincent almost died from the feel of being inside Cloud. He was extremelt tight, and hot. Slowly sheathing himself inside, he rested for a moment, waiting for any signal from Cloud to continue. The blonde had his eyes closed, breathing shakily. He finally calmed enough, and gave a slight thrust, signalling he was ready.
The gunman began a slow, even pace, sliding deep into the blonde and then moving all the way out and back in. He felt each twitch of muscle as Cloud tensed and relaxed, allowing him to speed up. He took special aim, and began thrusting towards Cloud's prostate. As soon as the head of his cock brushed it, Cloud was up in an instant, clinging around his shoulders. Cloud panted his name, bucking in time to his thrusts. Vincent lay back, allowing himself to close his eyes and vocalize his pleasure. Cloud leaned over him, thrusting his hips down at an unsure pace, but enough to drive both men wild.
Vincent grabbed the blonde's hips, bucking upwards hard, watching as Cloud did the most erotic arch of his back he had ever seen. That only added to his pleasure as he reminded himself that he was the one giving Cloud this pleasure. Cloud gripped his shoulders, panting and bucking. Now he needed it harder. He pulled Vincent's hair, just enough to get him to lean forward and share a passionate kiss. The moans clashed together in their mouths, and Cloud gave an almost violent buck, nearly sending Vincent off balance.
The blonde pulled back, and uttered his request. "I want it harder, deeper..." Vincent nearly orgasmed at hearing those words. He immediately flipped them both, Cloud again on his back. He lifted one leg high, and began thrusting hard into Cloud. The blonde almost screamed in pleasure, gripping the sheets hard, his pants becoming louder as he was pushed closer and closer to release. Vincent was beginning to moan loudly, which only turned him on more. He could feel the cock inside him pulsing with heat, and Vincent was leaning down towards him more and more. He wrapped his arms around the dark one's neck, coaxing him into sharing a hungry kiss and lick before the world broke.
The world spiralled out of control, and Cloud could only hear Vincent's deep groan against his mouth. He spurted against Vincent's stomach, feeling Vincent go utterly still, twitching slightly as his cock erupted inside Cloud. The blonde revelled in the heat that flowed into him from Vincent, and as his world faded back to normal, he stared at Vincent's eyes as they watched him too. He coaxed the gunman to lean against him, Vincent panting into the pillow as Cloud nuzzled against his ear.
"Thank you," the blonde purred. He could hear the smile in Vincent's voice as he struggled to speak. "No... thank you... that was... beautiful..." Vincent placed his hands flat on either side of the blonde, lifting himself up to give Cloud a tired but loving kiss, before sliding out of him and collapsing on his back beside him. He panted slightly at the effort, but one last chore entered his mind. He got up from the bed stiffly, walking to the bathroom and getting a wet towel. Walking over, he cleaned Cloud's backside and his stomach and abdomen before tossing the towel on the bathroom floor, and collapsing next to the blonde once more.
The blonde immediately snuggled up to him, and Vincent could only smile and hug him close. He swore he could almost hear the blonde purring. He ruffled his fingers through Cloud's chocobo locks, slowly nodding off to sleep. The blonde followed him, completely content.
"I love you..." the gunman whispered before he fell away to dreams. He heard a tired, "Mm, loveyoutoo.." before all was quiet in the Gongagan hotel room.
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End!! Geez, took me long enough. That's the first actual lemon I've done. Hope you enjoyed it. *goes off to continue other fiction that takes me forever to finish*
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In Blood's Gaze - LEMON