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Zhe's Yaoi Meme of Doom!	By : lapislazulai Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zhe’s Yaoi Meme of Doooom… For Author’s! *and artists^^*

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1. So who the hell are you and what fandom do you write/draw for?
*wavies* I am Kaia Laurent. Currently, the fandom I've been writing for is Final Fantasy VII. Like every other fangirl on the face of the planet. >_>; Ah well. You all forgive me, right?

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2. Uh-huh, so who’s your favorite character??
King Angstmuffin, Vincent Valentine. ^^

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3. Kinky, how would you describe him? Luscious ass, femme hair…
Luscious ass and femme hair indeed. =^_^= OH! And sexy claw. *nods* Definitely a sexy claw.

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4. And who does he sex on a regular basis?? 5 days a week.
The two men were entwined, both loudly gasping and moaning in the early morning light that faded in from the curtains over their window. Vincent's back arched, Reeve's teeth digging into his neck as two of the President's fingers entered him without warning. The gunner's fist worked at a near frantic pace on his lover's length, enjoying the subtle moans and soft gasps he drew from the other man. Without warning, Vincent was drawn completely over the other brunette, pressed down over Reeve's length. Both men nearly gave into the pleasure, Vincent beginning to move his hips quickly up and down, easily finding and striking that bundle of nerves deep inside himself. He tightened around his lover and reveled in the moans the increased tightness brought forth, arching his back with a soft cry of his lover's name as he felt a slick hand encase him, pumping in perfect time with his motions. It wasn't long before both came, Reeve deep inside the dark-haired man, Vincent over the president's hand and chest. Vincent weakly pulled himself off the other man, settling down next to him, his head resting on Reeve's shoulder.

Just another typical morning in the Tuesti-Valentine household.

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5. Semi-regular?? The other two.
Cloud raised his head, sleepily looking over at the two men, laying on his right, immediately certain he had either just fallen asleep and was dreaming, or just woken up and was in heaven. It was the perfect scene of dominance and submission. A silver-haired man lay on top of a dark-haired submissive, kissing him in a gesture meant to show his power. The dark-haired man laying below him was held securely down to the bed with leather cuffs, connected to long chains to the headboard. The man's wrists were held tightly above his head, the green eyed man holding the chains significantly shorter to keep the other's hands where he wanted them. Both were, presumably, nude. A white coverlet lay over their hips. The dark-haired man struggled slightly. The silver-haired man’s knee sat tightly against the middle of the submissive’s legs. It became clear. He wasn’t struggling, he was grinding. The kiss broke. The dominant man turned to look at him. Cloud’s eyes widened. He became distinctly aware of his surroundings. He was naked as well, under the same covers as the other two. He looked intently at the silver-haired man.

“…Sephiroth?” The man smirked, and after a moment, turned to look down at the man who lay underneath him. Cloud rose onto his elbows. The submissive’s gaze moved from Sephiroth to look at Cloud. His eyes glowed a faint red in the dim light.

Cloud’s eyes became even wider.
“Vincent?!”
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6. Let’s see one of them *or both* in action! In 3, 2, Action!!
(You greedy little...you just GOT action!)

It was the same, every time. The chains holding the coffin's lid down were slid off easily, the heavy amethyst lid falling with a soft clatter to the stone floor. The ruby eyes of the man within fluttered open, a slight horror; slight arousal brightening them in the dark. His weakened body struggled slightly against the chains holding him inside the satin-lined coffin. He closed his eyes, looking intently away as the other man sat on the slim edge of his resting place, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as the felt the zipper of his tight leather pants drawn down, slowly. The hand reached inside the tight garments, lightly stroking limp flesh to life, a free hand reaching down further to tease at a tight opening.

The same thing, every time. The pleasure only cast him deeper into sin, damned him to further punishment. Yet no matter how he tried to convince himself that the trysts weren't worth the suffering, the pain...he always seemed to look forward to the next time his eyes opened and saw faintly glowing aqua instead of dark, cold, wood.

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7. So, how did they meet? Orgy, school library, orgy in the school library??
(I *hate* writing when people meet, so this is SUPER half-assed. Forgive me. lol)

The first time Reeve ever saw Vincent, it was in the middle of a battle. The man jumped and twisted in mid-air, springing off tree branches and buildings alike. He bullets cut through the air, and when his gun clicked in indication it had run out, he reloaded in mid-jump without any effort at all. Reeve was in awe.

It wasn't until later that they met face to face. Cait Sith did the actual introduction, and Reeve could tell that Vincent was impressed with the construction of his little robot. He met Reeve's eyes.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tuesti. I am Vincent Valentine."

It was damn near love at first sight.

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8. So what’s your favorite thing about this couple? Lots of hair, muscles, naughty uke face?

Red eyes studied the floor. “I am never alone. Chaos is always with me. The others, as well, though they are easier to control. If I allow Chaos to take out his…frustrations on me, it prevents him from breaking through my control at an…inopportune moment.” Vincent closed his eyes. “Chaos is a demon, and in that right he craves what any demon would. Blood, submission, sex. As his host, I provide what he needs.”
“But…do you enjoy it? Do you even want it?”
The gunner sighed. “I am…not exactly unwilling. Though if I could avoid it, I would. It is only another of my sins to know that what Chaos does, I enjoy. It is a vicious cycle. Chaos is a punishment for my sins, yet I sin again every time he comes forth. He punishes me for my sins, I sin again by being with him. Back and forth.”
“Can he...'hurt' anyone else?”
“I am sure he could find some way to harm those around me if I displeased him." Vincent paused to look up at the brunette.

"Please…be careful, Reeve.”

(In case this one was unclear, my favorite thing is the potential for Chaos to manifest himself and have a rape-spree. Too fun! This little drabble was also my beta's favorite one. ^-^ I like it alot too. :)

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9. Do they have any naughty kinks or fetishes? *you know they do…*

Vincent's kink:
Reeve grinned at Vincent's muffled moan as he bit down harshly on the man's nipple. The light clink of chains reached his ear as the gunman arched his back and struggled slightly. The president reached down, lightly trailing his fingertips over a painfully hard cock, playing with the droplets of precum that collected on the tip, trailing back down the length and lightly tapping the thin band of leather at the base, preventing the gunner from coming. He looked over his submissive lover, taking in the bright red rubber gag in his mouth, the black silk blindfold over his eyes. He loved the way Vincent's muscles strained against the padded leather cuffs, the desperate moans he could draw from his sensory-deprived mate. It had taken time for Vincent to learn to trust him this much, to let himself be strapped and tied down without painful memories flooding his mind. But once Vincent had worked through it all, the gunman discovered a strong preference for being tied and 'helpless' at Reeve's mercy. And of course, Reeve wasn't about to complain.

Reeve's kink:
Reeve's back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping his lips. Vincent lightly trailed his metal appendage up the man's inner thigh, light scratching the surface of the skin. Down his chest, his arms, over his nipples; even up the underside of his dick. The light, burning tails lit him on fire; reducing him to nothing but a quivering mass of sensation. The sheets below felt like ice, the smooth metal on the back of Vincent's hand feeling so cold he wondered if he had a fever. The gunman wrapped the bronze hand around Reeve's pulsing length, pumping slowly, grinning as the man arched and bucked underneath him. He didn't last long, spilling his release all over the gleaming gauntlet. Vincent smirked, grabbing a fistful of Reeve's hair, pulling him to his knees, presenting him with the mess on his inhuman hand. The president, still panting and quivering from his release leaned forward, extending his tongue and gracefully licking his own cum from the sharp points of the fingers, the cool metal of the hand. He felt himself begin to harden again. Vincent shook his head. *Only* Reeve would have a claw fetish.

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10. What do you hate about these gay bastards? Even though you secretly like it cause they're gay and bastardly…
Reeve had had enough. Enough nights of not knowing where Vincent ran off to. Not like he *needed* to know where the gunner was...it's not as though they were in a relationship or anything. They were both straight men. Never mind that at night when the WRO president was alone and lonely, it always seemed to be Vincent in his mind. It was simply a matter of keeping track of his team members, and heaven forbid something happen, he needed to know where Vincent was!

He followed Vincent one night, to Lucrecia's grotto. He had heard from other WRO members, along with Yuffie all about who this woman was. Reeve watched the man sit, his head hung, not even able to bring himself to look up at the woman cased in crystal. He saw the man's shoulders shake slightly. Tears?

Reeve sighed softly, his faint anger diminishing completely. The soft sounds of the man's sobs echoed in the cavern, sounding so lonely and pained. It was clear...he missed Lucrecia, regretted whatever it was he had done whole-heartedly, weather his fault or not. This wasn't just an angst-session, some excuse to get out of duty. Vincent was hurting, badly. The president shook his head slightly. All he wanted to do was kiss away the gunner's tears, hold and love him until he forgot all about that woman who he tore himself up over. But now was not the time. He made his way back to the airship on which they were staying. Someday soon, he would show Vincent that through all the pain and sorrow, there was still hope.

(I hate all the angsting over Lucrecia. lol)

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11. What’s one pairing you’d rather commit seppuku than write/draw? Please write/draw them below. ^^

(Well, it doesn't make me want to DIE, but I get all squicked out over HojoxVincent, so HojoVin it is!)

The research assistants left him, looking back at his form, held kneeling in the center of the room; his shoulders straining under the weight. Vincent’s head was bowed, his now long hair covering his face and falling in front of his shoulders. He heard soft footsteps echoing down the corridor. He didn’t even raise his head. He knew. It was Hojo. The scientist stepped into the room, leaving the gate open behind him. He walked up to Vincent’s kneeling form, smirking. The assistants had chained him at a perfect height, as usual. He could feel himself growing hard in anticipation. Weather willing or not, the ex-turk knew how to please a man. Vincent raised his head, eyes falling immediately on the bulge in the scientist’s suit pants. He gritted his teeth slightly, looking back down. Hojo was having none of that. He grabbed the man’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“I believe…you know what to do, Valentine.”
Vincent met Hojo’s eyes. He shuddered slightly, unable to suppress it. Hojo released his chin, fingers working his pants open and down slightly, followed by his underwear. Hojo moaned softly as his erection was freed. He felt a light tap against his jaw, a warning to open his mouth and do as told or face the consequences. He had disobeyed once before. He would never disobey again.

He shivered slightly as he opened his mouth, accepting the intrusion. Hojo pushed himself all the way in, until Vincent’s nose nudged the hair at the base of his cock. He let out a low moan, fisting his hands in the long black hair.
Vincent choked, tears coming to his eyes as the man began to face fuck him, thrusting deep into his throat, cutting off his air. His arms strained at the chains holding him, uncaring as to the pain he caused himself as the metal bit into the skin on his infected arm. Hojo continued his assault on Vincent’s mouth, moaning a bit louder; enjoying the feeling of Vincent struggling beneath him. Hojo began to get close to his climax, tightening his fingers in the man’s hair, thrusting faster. Tears ran down Vincent’s face as the man ejaculated in his mouth. As the scientist pulled away, he put his hand over the ex-turk’s mouth, forcing him to swallow.
Hojo turned and zipped his pants, smirking. He shut the gate, a small thrill running through him at the slight flinch Vincent made. He locked the gate securely, and looked in on his subject. A sadistic grin crossed his lips as he saw the slight tremble run through his subject. The stone floor beneath his dark-haired subject began to darken in small patches as his tears fell unheeded.

(Got a LITTLE carried away. Forgive me. I blame this on LilTigre. It's all her fault. Hehe. ^^;)
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12. How long did it take these guys to quit whining about being straight and get to the good stuff?
(Personally, I don't think Reeve ever denied the attraction to Vincent. XD How could he?! But perhaps Vincent had trouble with it at first...)

Reeve cornered him one night. It was an uncomfortable moment, just one of several that had occurred in the past month. An odd brush there, an unnecessary touch here. Reeve didn't seem to mind, and when the moments happened, Vincent didn't mind either. He started minding later, when he had time to think on the fact that when he was around Reeve, Lucrecia never crossed his mind.

It was that night, when Reeve cornered him, that Vincent gave in. No words were exchanged, just a meaningful gaze between them. The red eyed man looked away, unwilling to face what he felt for Cait Sith's Master. Reeve wasn't willing to put up with it anymore. He slammed the gunman into the wall, crushing their lips together and pinning his arms down. Vincent's eyes went wide, a half-hearted struggle ensuing. When the kiss broke, the usually stoic gunman had been reduced to tears. Although the show of emotion pulled at Reeve's heartstrings, he held Vincent steady.

"R-reeve...I can't..." He paused, meeting the brunette's eyes. "I can't betray her..."

Reeve sighed, gathering the distraught gunman into his arms. It would take time, but eventually, Vincent would learn that he wasn't betraying Lucrecia by loving another. No matter. The engineer was willing to wait.

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13. Show me the good stuff. You know what I mean…
(And just because I'm listening to weird music, I hereby give you sexy ChaosVincent smut, with a dash of Reeve.)

"N-no...please...not in front of him..."

"Then I suppose you'll have to do your best to stay silent and still, won't you, my host?"

The scarred and bleeding chest below the demon heaved with deep breaths of slight panic. The dark-haired man looked frantically to his right at his sleeping lover. He had managed to stay very quiet up until now, silently enduring the slashing and biting of his demon's punishment. He always seemed to have trouble when it came to the end, where his encounter moved from atonement for old sins to new sins he had to atone for.

He bit his lip, stifling a sob as the demon moved down his body, tearing off the flannel sleep pants the gunner wore, forcing his legs apart to reveal his host's erection. Chaos smirked, looking up into Vincent's eyes, shaking his head. The man whimpered slightly, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side, tears dripping down his cheeks. The demon took several long licks up his length, lightly flicking his tongue over the head, darting teasingly into the slit. Vincent's hips rose slightly, meeting the demon's mouth involuntarily. A clawed hand wrapped around the now slick flesh, working up and down, fingers playing with the drops of pre-cum rapidly collecting on the tip. That tongue moved down, sweeping over his heavy sac, back further to press into the tight heat, teasing him; but not nearly enough to prepare him.

Vincent fought every moan, every urge to shift or move that carried the danger of waking Reeve. It wasn't long before the demon raised his head, hand still working the gunner's weeping length. He pulled the long, pale legs over his shoulder, resting the head of his own cock against Vincent's entrance. The gunner reached back, fisting his hands in his pillow, metal claw cutting into the thin cotton, tearing into the soft feather down that lay inside. It took all he had not to scream as Chaos entered him roughly. The demon fucked him with long, languid thrusts; the gunman fighting back his tears and sobbing cries. The thrusts pressed harshly against that collection of nerves deep inside him, the intense pleasure colliding with the pain of being torn and ravaged.

The demon's hand found his length again, his nails teasingly drawing lines of fire up the sensitive flesh. Vincent couldn't hold back his cry of pain and arousal, the demon smirking and thrusting into him faster, blood slicking the passage. Vincent felt the knot of release growing inside him, unable to hold back his second cry as he felt Chaos spill inside him, stinging the abused flesh. Vincent came over the demon's hand and his own chest, the fluid stinging open wounds as Chaos wiped his hand on his host's chest. He pulled away, grinning down at the crying gunman. He chuckled softly at the grimace that came over his face as he recognized the look that told him Vincent could feel the demon's seed dripping from him.

Chaos disappeared in a cloud of purple mist, leaving Vincent broken, bleeding, and sticky. The red eyed man braved a look over at his lover, biting his lip as his eyes met his lover's.

"...Reeve."

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14. Now show your guys doing the good stuff to a friend or 10. ^___^

Vincent:
Vincent moaned as he was slammed into the metal of the ship housing. Lips crushed together, frantically kissing with bruising force. Cid's hands worked quickly at the button on his own cargo pants, Vincent's hands gracefully pulled open the small belts and buttons that kept his modesty in tact. The gunner's cape was discarded. Skin was quickly bared, soft moans of need heard above the sound of rustling fabric. Vincent's legs wrapped around Cid's waist, the pilot easily holding his slight weight braced against the metal wall. Cid broke their fevered kiss, pressing two fingers into Vincent's mouth, moaning at the feel of his tongue working along the digits. The fingers were removed, allowing the loud moan to sound through the room as the fingers entered him, stretching him. The fingers disappeared, replaced with something much thicker and hotter. Loud moans and the rustle of fabric was all that could be heard from the room, a low groan coming from Cid; punctuated by the soft cry from the pale gunman as their reached their climax. Both men sank to the floor, panting softly. A softer kiss this time, comforting and reassuring. Both men were sure everyone on board knew what happened in the engine room below; though blessedly, no one ever said a word.

Reeve:
The pleasure was so intense it had almost become pain. His sensation had narrowed to nothing but his cock, the lips wrapped around it, the tongue that did things he was certain were a sin to some religion somewhere. His hips rocked and bucked, he moaned incoherently. The turk was incredibly fantastic at giving head. He could feel the lips smirking around him. The man *knew* he was good, and that only made it more infuriating. A finger slipped inside him, unexpected, finding that bundle if nerves that sent his head reeling without hesitation. He worked in a second...third finger. Reeve threw his head back as he came, a loud moan filling the room. He felt the turk swallow, and sit back. When he opened his eyes, he saw the arrogant smirk gracing the man's lips. He knew damn well it was the best head the WRO leader had ever gotten. Once Reeve had caught his breath, he shook his head slightly, standing and buttoning his pants, half ignoring the man still kneeling on the floor.

"So...we have a deal, yo?"

Reeve regarded the turk who had stood, still smirking at him. He nodded.

"Yes Reno. It's a deal."

(What the deal is...we'll never know! :XD:)

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If you *really* liked one of the drabbles, let me know. I'll consider writing a complete story based around it! Reviews are you friiiiiiiend!
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