Conversation in the Shadowfox

Conversation In The Shadowfox – Vincent x Reeve

WARNINGS: Eh, nothing but hard yaoi. A bit of seme!Vincent which I hardly ever write, some warm fuzzies scattered around. Nothing too scarring, I promise.

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“It’s…been too long Vincent.”

The other man was silent for a moment, intense red eyes studying the metal floor of the Shadowfox. He sighed softly.

“It has.” Those red eyes looked up, searching the familiar face. A few more lines around soft brown eyes, deeper creases of worry. A painful reminder that Reeve was human.

The goateed man stood, standing in front of his companion, his hand catching the man under his chin. The gunslinger looked up obediently, looking every bit as Reeve remembered him. He hadn’t changed a bit.

“I’ve missed you. I think even Cait missed you, some.” The red eyes narrowed at the mention of the furry little robot. Nothing but a nuisance, that thing. Interrupting at incredibly inopportune moments all that time ago.

“He isn’t here, is he?” Reeve laughed, releasing Vincent’s chin. “No. He’s not here.” A small nod indicated the man was pleased with this bit of knowledge. A clawed hand reached out, resting lightly on a cloth-covered hip. He looked up.

“I…missed you too.” A soft smile ghosted over the commissioner’s lips, gripping the golden wrist, urging the man to stand. He obeyed, rising to his feet, looking down slightly into the brunette’s eyes. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the man’s hands slip under his cloak, resting on his hips; stepping just a breath closer.

Vincent reached out tentatively; human hand stroking over the ever-present goatee, down over the new coat the man wore so proudly. His heart began to beat faster as he felt deft fingers reaching up to the buckles of his cloak, practiced hands making short work of the complicated buckles, the cloth falling in a pile to the seat behind them.

The pale man’s face revealed, Reeve reached up, running his fingertips over a soft jaw line, over perfect cheekbones, studying the same blood-red eyes he had studied over three years ago before losing the dark man; unable to track him down.

The gunman reached to Reeve’s collar, easily figuring out the clasps and zippers that made up Reeve’s cloak, slipping the heavy garment from his shoulders, dropping it to the bench to rest with his own. He ran his human fingertips over the immaculate white shirt and dark tie that lay beneath, tentatively untucking the thin fabric.

“Vincent…”

The next moments were a blur. Reeve’s hands again made short work of the buckles of his leather undershirt, his own human and clawed hand working delicately at the dark tie and small buttons of the dress shirt, resisting the urge to tear it open; Their lips were on one another’s, frantic and desperate; Vincent’s hands pushing Reeve’ shirt open, leaving it unbuttoned and hanging from his shoulders, reaching beneath and caressing the smooth skin, teasingly ghosting over wiry chest hair and pert nipples, hand following the little trail of hair that disappeared beneath his pants. Reeve’s hands pushed the gunman’s shirt clean off, dragging his nails up the man’s back; leaning forward to kiss and lick at a perfect collar bone, touching pale and hairless skin over his chest.

Soft and breath moans filled the cargo area that was thankfully large enough to accommodate their lust-driven frenzy. They fumbled with belts and kicked off boots and shoes, Reeve reaching up and tearing Vincent’s hair band off, tossing it across the room and leaving Vincent’ hair to tumble freely around his shoulders. Old emotions flared about like fireworks as they pressed frantic kisses to swollen lips, nipping teasingly along each other’s jaws and down their necks.

Reeve found himself pressed against cold metal; the side wall of the cargo area. Their kisses paused long enough for both to catch their breath, Vincent’s claw pinning Reeve to the siding; other hand tangled in the man’s short hair, the other man’s hands resting on the gunman’s hip and shoulder; fingers wrapped in the soft strands of hair.

It was rare for the engineer to find himself pinned by what he remembered to be a more…submissive partner. “…this is new.”

A flicker of self-consciousness ran thought the gunman, eyes lowering. “A…a lot has changed, Reeve.”

“I wasn’t complaining.” Red eyes flicked up to a smirking face. Relief mingled with a surge of arousal at Reeve’s willingness. The hand fisted in the engineer’s hair guiding their lips together for another crushing kiss, claw releasing it’s position against the man’s chest in favor of hoisting his legs up, guiding them to wrap around his waist. He supported the younger man’s weight easily, breaking the kiss with a moan as their lengths rubbed against one another, copious amounts of pre-cum slicking the heated flesh.

“Ahh…! Vincent…please…”

The dark man fought back another moan. He raised his human hand to the engineer’s mouth, tapping lightly against his lips. They opened willingly, and the gunman couldn’t hold in his breathless groan as his fingers slid in the warm wetness, feeling the brunette’s tongue slip along the digits, slicking them. Memories flooded his mind, the engineer on his knees between Vincent’s parted legs, kissing and licking a fiery path along his straining flesh as the gunman pulled fruitlessly against the restraints binding him to the brunette’s bed…

He ground into Reeve, so hard it was becoming painful. He pulled his fingers away, reaching down and lightly teasing around the man’s entrance, reveling in the loud groan of pleasure as he pressed the digit inside him. Reeve relaxed around him, another loud moan escaping him as Vincent leaned his head down, licking and biting at a sensitive nipple.

Vincent harbored no delusions about Reeve’s sex life since he had left. He knew the brown-eyed man had had lovers in the past 3 years; he had taken a few himself. He worked in the second finger, smirking at the breathless moan, the way the other man bucked against him, rubbing their turgid flesh together once more. The gunman removed his fingers, guiding himself to the other’s entrance with his human hand, meeting the commissioner’s lusty gaze before pressing in with one single, hard thrust.

Reeve’s head strained against the metal siding he was pressed against, eyes falling shut as a loud moan escaped him at the feeling of the man he remembered as submissive pushing so deeply inside him, easily finding that bundle of nerves that would drive him over the edge. Vincent himself moaned loudly, head going forward to rest against Reeve’s shoulder, unwilling to prolong matter further, pulling out and thrusting back in. His hand found Reeve’s erection, teasingly flicking his thumb over the head, moving his hand down along the shaft. Reeve’s nails dug into his back, another smirk crossing his lips as the gunner moaned loudly. The man was still a masochist.

’At least some things don’t change…’

Their motions continued, the rivets holding the Shadowfox together digging into Reeve’s spine with each hard thrust. It didn’t matter. Moans echoed off the metal walls, the engineer biting down on the gunner’s shoulder, scratching his short nails along the man’s back. He ground into Vincent’s hand, tightening himself around the gunman’s length as hard as he could, both of the men groaning loudly at the motion.

Their frantic coupling wouldn’t last long. Between the length of time that had spanned their last…tryst, the feel of Vincent deep inside him, his hand gripping hot flesh; and Vincent, inside his lover of so long ago; their bodies close once again, Reeve’s nails and teeth finding all the right places that had remained untouched by his other lovers…It felt *right*.

The end was near. Their moans had become louder, Vincent’s motions within him more frantic and harsh. He angled his thrusts to rub against the sensitive gland within his lover, hoping to bring them to completion together. He worked his hand quicker over the man’s straining length, both moaning loudly as they found themselves nearing release.

Vincent came first, spilling deep inside his lover with a loud, wordless cry. Reeve followed immediately after, clawing a bleeding line in the gunner’s back as he released over the man’s hand and over their stomachs.

Vincent’s arm finally gave out, and they sank to the cool metal floor together, hearts beating frantically, trying to catch their breath. Reeve smiled softly, wiping the release from his stomach with his hand, looking around for something to wipe it off with. Red eyes met the engineer’s, and he reached out to gently capture his soiled hand in a gentle claw. Reeve’s eyes closed, moaning softly as Vincent brought his hand up, licking the cooling fluid from his fingers with graceful sweeps of his tongue, before raising his own hand and licking that one clean as well.

They smiled at one another, the gunner’s cold expression warmed from the endorphins and rush of being with the one who haunted his thoughts after so long. They dressed in a comfortable silence, settling across from one another on the metal and plastic benches, Vincent biting back a chuckle as the man attempted to find a comfortable way to sit.

“…Reeve. Who were those men?”

It took a moment before the man figured out who exactly Vincent was talking about. He smirked softly, before his expression changed to one of seriousness; remembering exactly what had brought them together once again. Back to business…but there will be time for other ‘conversation’ later…

He sat forward, ready to attend to more serious matters.

-Owari-