He's Having A Nightmare
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
835
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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He's Having A Nightmare
He’s Having A Nightmare
This is a Chaos x Vincent fic, even though Cid is a seemingly central character here. I also didn't have this beta-d, my beta is away in California for her step-mom's birthday. ;; So if it blows monkey nuts, blame her for being gone. xD
Disclaimer: Only thing I own here is my gutter-mind. I like it in the gutter. It’s cozy. ^_^
WARNINGS: This story will contain HARD yaoi. Rape by a demon. Violence. A little bit of blood. Don’t like, go’way.
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They found the man while Cid was leader. It was completely by accident, of course. The odd notation left by Professor Hojo had lead them to believe that perhaps a weapon of some kind lay in the deepest part of the mansion.
The notes lead to a key. The key lead to a door with a code. After several failed attempts, Red XIII was the one to break it. The door swung open with a guttural creak, the smell of decades old dust and death cascading down around them.
They cautiously entered the room, Cid leading, his arm up over his face in an attempt to breathe as little of the dust as possible. The room was stone, like the rest of the dismal place. There was blood on the walls, chains hanging from the beams in the ceiling. Red XIII growled softly, not liking the vague memories prodding at the back of his mind. Cid stopped in the middle of the room, looking around.
There were coffins. Most lay open, the skeletons inside covered with a thick layer of grey dust. There was an old wooden table, strewn with medical equipment. A lab coat lay on the table forgotten. At closer examination, the monogram read “Professor Hojo”.
Red XIII was sniffing around himself. Old bottles lay broken in a corner. Potions, most likely. Barrett looked around, with a hand over his nose and mouth, gun arm at the ready, expecting some sort of monster to come flying out of the ceiling.
Eventually, everyone’s eyes fell on the single closed coffin in the center of the room. It, too was covered in a thick layer of dust, but rather than appearing gray, the rich color beneath it was still clearly visible. A rich purple, edged in tarnished silver. It seemed to glow slightly. There were chains bolted to the stone floor, padlocked to hold the lid closed. The locks had been broken; though so long ago that the evidence of who broke them and what they had done with the coffin were long since covered.
Cid walked to the side where the padlocks lay, pulling the heavy chains off of the lid. He let them fall to the opposite side with a metallic clanging noise, the loud noise echoing off the high ceiling. Cid knelt, ready to pull off the tightly sealed lid. He was stopped by a deep voice, raspy from years of disuse.
“…to wake me from the nightmares…”
Cid immediately stood and took several steps back towards the door, large staff at the ready. Red XIII growled softly, preparing himself to attack. Barrett put his hand on his gun-arm, ready to strike.
The lid flew off of it’s own accord, sending a cloud of dust into the air. All present lowered their heads, holding their breath as best as they could, coughing when they finally had to take a breath.
The atmosphere cleared, dust settling around them.
Cid’s blue eyes widened. There was a living person laying in that coffin, chest moving slightly with each shallow breath. A man. A beautiful man, at that. He had long, shining black hair that fell around his shoulders, framing a deathly pale face with delicate features. He wore a red coat that concealed the lower half of his face.
His body was encased in supple black leather, buckles and straps crossing over his waist and his leg, around his arm…
His arms. One was a human hand. The other was concealed by a bronze claw. The fingers were sharp points, moving up over his hand and arm, the end disappearing under his cloak. And he was bound, silver chains wrapped tightly around his wrists and disappearing behind him into the soft folds of black satin that lined his resting place.
He sat up, slowly, his eyes still closed. He raised his gloved human hand to his head, as though he had a headache, supporting himself on his claw. The chains fell away, likely unlocked the same time as the padlocks holding the lid of the coffin down. He opened his eyes slowly, looking at the men, his eyes then falling on Red XIII.
His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, an eerie red color.
“…I don’t know you. You must leave.”
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Action in the second chappie, I promise~!
This is a Chaos x Vincent fic, even though Cid is a seemingly central character here. I also didn't have this beta-d, my beta is away in California for her step-mom's birthday. ;; So if it blows monkey nuts, blame her for being gone. xD
Disclaimer: Only thing I own here is my gutter-mind. I like it in the gutter. It’s cozy. ^_^
WARNINGS: This story will contain HARD yaoi. Rape by a demon. Violence. A little bit of blood. Don’t like, go’way.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They found the man while Cid was leader. It was completely by accident, of course. The odd notation left by Professor Hojo had lead them to believe that perhaps a weapon of some kind lay in the deepest part of the mansion.
The notes lead to a key. The key lead to a door with a code. After several failed attempts, Red XIII was the one to break it. The door swung open with a guttural creak, the smell of decades old dust and death cascading down around them.
They cautiously entered the room, Cid leading, his arm up over his face in an attempt to breathe as little of the dust as possible. The room was stone, like the rest of the dismal place. There was blood on the walls, chains hanging from the beams in the ceiling. Red XIII growled softly, not liking the vague memories prodding at the back of his mind. Cid stopped in the middle of the room, looking around.
There were coffins. Most lay open, the skeletons inside covered with a thick layer of grey dust. There was an old wooden table, strewn with medical equipment. A lab coat lay on the table forgotten. At closer examination, the monogram read “Professor Hojo”.
Red XIII was sniffing around himself. Old bottles lay broken in a corner. Potions, most likely. Barrett looked around, with a hand over his nose and mouth, gun arm at the ready, expecting some sort of monster to come flying out of the ceiling.
Eventually, everyone’s eyes fell on the single closed coffin in the center of the room. It, too was covered in a thick layer of dust, but rather than appearing gray, the rich color beneath it was still clearly visible. A rich purple, edged in tarnished silver. It seemed to glow slightly. There were chains bolted to the stone floor, padlocked to hold the lid closed. The locks had been broken; though so long ago that the evidence of who broke them and what they had done with the coffin were long since covered.
Cid walked to the side where the padlocks lay, pulling the heavy chains off of the lid. He let them fall to the opposite side with a metallic clanging noise, the loud noise echoing off the high ceiling. Cid knelt, ready to pull off the tightly sealed lid. He was stopped by a deep voice, raspy from years of disuse.
“…to wake me from the nightmares…”
Cid immediately stood and took several steps back towards the door, large staff at the ready. Red XIII growled softly, preparing himself to attack. Barrett put his hand on his gun-arm, ready to strike.
The lid flew off of it’s own accord, sending a cloud of dust into the air. All present lowered their heads, holding their breath as best as they could, coughing when they finally had to take a breath.
The atmosphere cleared, dust settling around them.
Cid’s blue eyes widened. There was a living person laying in that coffin, chest moving slightly with each shallow breath. A man. A beautiful man, at that. He had long, shining black hair that fell around his shoulders, framing a deathly pale face with delicate features. He wore a red coat that concealed the lower half of his face.
His body was encased in supple black leather, buckles and straps crossing over his waist and his leg, around his arm…
His arms. One was a human hand. The other was concealed by a bronze claw. The fingers were sharp points, moving up over his hand and arm, the end disappearing under his cloak. And he was bound, silver chains wrapped tightly around his wrists and disappearing behind him into the soft folds of black satin that lined his resting place.
He sat up, slowly, his eyes still closed. He raised his gloved human hand to his head, as though he had a headache, supporting himself on his claw. The chains fell away, likely unlocked the same time as the padlocks holding the lid of the coffin down. He opened his eyes slowly, looking at the men, his eyes then falling on Red XIII.
His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, an eerie red color.
“…I don’t know you. You must leave.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Action in the second chappie, I promise~!