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The night sky was
littered with stars. The cold air whipped around him as Cid maneuvered the
highwind into position for the night. Vincent didn�t even notice. All he could
see was lucretia�s face, crying in agony as she gave birth to the destroyer of
the world. Deep down had she already know what her son�s fate would be? And her
face floated before him now. Full of deeper pain, Caught between worlds by the
foul corruption of Jenova. Not only had he failed her, but the then innocent
child that had been warped within her womb. Sephiroth could have been a good
man, maybe a great one, but Vincent had failed!
"I am sorry
Sephiroth. I failed you and your mother , and now I have to come clean up the
mess I failed to stop that day!" Vincent snarled at the darkness. A tear
of pure agony slipped from his face and landed on the twisted claw that stood
him for a left hand.
"Don�t weep
for mother and I Valentine. If you cry, cry for yourself instead!"
Sephiroth�s velvety voice whispered in his ear.. His soft cry of startlement
was muffled instantly by a black gloved hand. "Somebody forgot the Turks
buddy policy. �Never swim, or go into hostile territory by yourself."
Sephiroth teased.
"MMMMMmmf!"
Vincent exclaimed in muffled outrage! He was actually really scared, but better
anger than fear. Sephiroth could smell fear like a shark scents blood. The
reaction was also similar. The victim ended up dead. "Nice try pretty boy,
but I know you and I know your fear. Though, truth be told, for the moment it
is unnecessary. I have something for you Vinnie Dearest." Sephiroth called
Vincent by his mother�s old nickname. The ornate ladies journal thudded to the
deckplates beside Vincent and the dark shadow of Sephiroth was gone.
Vincent smuggled
the journal below and read it like a starving man. It was in Lucretia�s perfect
script, the small text flowed over every page, ending as he suspected with the
birth of Sephiroth. But as the note on a small slip of paper tucked into the
front of the diary by the silver haired destroyer suggested, the parts about
him interested him most. He finally learned what she really thought of him, of
her lover Hojo, and of all the other events that so shaped the world today.
"That poor
love struck boy visited me again today. He seems to think that muscles and guns
make a man. I used to think that brains more than brawn made the man. Now I am
uncertain even of that. Hojo is getting ever stranger as I get ever deeper
involved with him. I am terrified of how he will react when he discovers I am
carrying his child. However I will not deny my son, for I already know my
baby�s gender after the fashion of all my forebears, the right to know his
father. I never knew till it was to late, who my father was.
That fate is to
much to bear and I believe that it has made me desperate to escape the Non
entity status of a bastard child. Even marrying Hojo would be better. Or
perhaps I will trick that fellow into running off with me. I still worry for
what will transpire when I tell Hojo. I also wish I had met the Turk First. He
seems to be sane, and gentlemanly. But love looks not to the quality of the
man, as mother always said. So for my own misdeeds my child will most likely
suffer."
Even her journal
had been confused. She went from thinking him a Love sick boy in one sentence,
to thinking him her would be hero a few lines later. The pregnancy had driven
the last coherence out of her, and her handwriting had grown more shaky. The
last readable line had been a record of her birth pains starting and a
declaration of love to her son, "least I do not live to hold you my sweet
child, know that I did my best to see you well kindreded before I departed this
plane."
This last had
been stained with tears, both old enough to smear the ink and newer ones, and
now his own joined them. Even Sephiroth was sane enough to weep at his mother�s
lost soul�s tale. "I guess I have hope again. Isn�t that dandy! "
Vincent murmured to himself. Then he rolled himself up in his blankets and
drifted off to sleep.
The next night
found him at his customary perch on the upper deck of the Highwind. He clutched
the journal of his lost love and waited patiently. As soon as true night fell
with the sprinkling of stars came the deadly silvermane. "Well I see
someone has at least learned never to turn his back on the night."
Sephiroth mocked. "I have learned many things Sephiroth. Many, many things.
Things like, even would be gods weep for their mothers, and any soul that can
feel another�s pain is not entirely lost." Vincent replied.
"So you
think me redeemable? Ha! I can�t believe that one such as you has a drop of
optimism left in him, let alone the ocean needed for that foolish
conclusion!" Sephiroth grinned at the dark fellow who stood casually
against the railing. He was getting even better at concealing his fear. Soon a
day would come when he would no longer be able to sense the terror of the
former Turk. It didn�t occur to him that the fear seemed to be seeping away
because Vincent was coming to feel other things for the silver haired man.
At least not
until the Dark warrior slipped in close and offered the journal back to him.
"Your mother would want you to keep this, I think." Vincent said
softly. His ruby eyes glowed in the darkness. Another addition of Hojo�s, the
perfect night vision allowed him to see an incredulous look slip over
Sephiroth�s features.
"I can smell
other things besides fear, but even I make mistakes now and again. So tell me
Valentine, is that lust I smell?" The deadly SOLDIER member whispered
hoarsely. "Could be." Vincent answered slyly. A wicked grin spread
across his own face.
"Let�s find
out then. You and I." Sephiroth responded. Then he swiftly snatched the
journal out of the other man�s hands and pulled him into an intimate embrace.
He had his tongue half way to the other man�s tonsils when the stunned shock
wore off, and the former Turk responded.
When Vincent
kissed back it caused Sephiroth�s own lust to flare. He slammed the other man
against a wall and devoured him form the mouth down. He held the lethal claw
aloft as he plundered Vincent�s mouth.
He pulled back
for a second, then leaned in and whispered in Vincent�s ear. "Lust it
is." Then he caught the other man�s chin with his free hand and looked
deeply into his eyes. "So be it pretty boy." He said in response to
what he saw there. Then he placed that hand on the former Turk�s shoulder and
forced him down.
Vincent could hardly
believe he was doing this. Well yes he could ordinarily, but with Sephiroth?
That was just to crazy, even for someone who had slept, comatose, in a coffin
for close to thirty years. He was no idiot however, sex was sex, and this would
be the closest to uncomplicated fucking that he was likely to get anytime soon.
No way was he going to ruin it! He allowed his knees to buckle and sank, with
Sephiroth on top of him, down onto the deckplates.
Sephiroth rode
his new lover down to the ground, then he kissed the moon pale throat of the
dark warrior. He nuzzled a little bit before he set about giving the other man
a fantastic hickey. He was one alpha male who always marked his territory!
"You are marking me on purpose aren�t you?" His hoarse tone implied
that Vincent wasn�t against the idea just curious. "What�s mine is mine.
If anyone knows where to look they will always find my mark. I�m going to leave
it here for now so that you, with your fancy high collared cloak, can hide it
without looking like you are hiding something. Who would have thought that I
would ever be fond of gothic fashion!" He said. The last remark was a
mocking comment about the harsh and uncompromising man he had once been.
"Ordinarily
I would wear such a mark as a badge of honor. It will save me the trouble of
explaining it if I hide this one for now. So I will." Vincent agreed. Then
he undid the clasps of his cloak. Laying back comfortably against it, he put
his wicked clawed appendage behind his head He lay on it so that it posed no
further threat to any tender flesh they exposed to one another in the next few
moments.
Then he grinned
his wicked grin again and wiggled his eyebrows at Sephiroth. Vincent knew he
looked incredibly sexy in his dress shirt and gunman�s fingerless glove. Both Aeris
and Yuffie had told him so. He also though that Cloud liked his looks too but
ever since the Boy�s Mako coma he had been to dangerous to suggest it to.
"It has been
years since I had such a handsome lover. I have needed this for quite a
while." Sephiroth whispered in Vincent�s ear. Then he began to undress his
soon to be conquest with vigorous enthusiasm. He tugged until Vincent�s shirt
came free from his pants. Unbuttoned the flimsy garment and paused to lick a
moist hot line from Vincent�s navel up to the pulse in his neck. Then he undid
the cuffs and jerked the shirt free.
Vincent�s hand
hadn�t been idle either. He had undone the straps that held Sephiroth�s Armor
in place and slipped it off. He lowered it to the ground cautiously, so as to
attract no attention. The Leather duster came free with it leaving Sephiroth
clad only in his fatigue pants and shiny black jackboots.
Soon both were
nude and slid their hands over the perfection of their lover�s flesh in silent
appreciation. Vincent was the first to make a serious move. His hand slid down
Sephiroth�s side and moved finally to grip his butt bringing them closer to one
another so that their straining erections rubbed against each other. The
delicious friction drew soft groans from the two warriors. Their tongues
battled as they caressed each other�s bodies. Sephiroth acted next, by deftly
taking a hold of their straining cocks and. Pumping them with practiced ease.
It was then that
Sephiroth used some kind of power to levitate them both off the deckplates
until they floated a few feet in the air. He rolled Vincent over casually and
let go of his lovers cock only long enough to pull out a vial of lubricant and
liberally adorn himself with it�s contents. Vincent cried out as Sephiroth slid
inside him, but he couldn�t make more than a muffled groan. The same power that
kept them aloft stilled his shout.
The silver haired
son of Hojo thrust brutally deeper and deeper until he rubbed against that
sweet spot inside his lover. He knew he had it when Vincent began whimpering in
pleasure and arching himself against Sephiroth�s hardness. "Easy my love
Easy!" Sephiroth whispered and Vincent struggled to remain still
underneath his dominating new partner.
Sephiroth and
Vincent both had incredible stamina thanks to their Jenova enhancements. For
another hour they pushed their flesh and spirit to the limit. Finally Sephiroth
came with a triumphant growl. Spilling his hot seed inside the former Turk.
Vincent shuddered in ecstasy. The feeling of his Lover�s essence filling him
was almost to good to take.
Sephiroth
trembled for a moment in delight and then he came back enough to notice that he
still held Vincent�s weeping erection in his hands. He pulled his now softening
organ out of his lover with a moist sucking sound, and floated down until he
was the one closer to the deckplates. Then he met the eyes of the dark warrior
and nodded in acceptance. "Yes Vincent you may, at least this
once." He whispered into the mind of the incredible ex-Turk.
Vincent�s eyes
went wide at the words that snaked across his mind in the silvery voice of his
moonlight lover. "DID you not know that all of the children of Jenova
can speak in this manner?" The voice asked incredulously. "Eh
well you wouldn�t would you! As much as dearest father despised you he would
not try to inform you of the effects of his experiment." Then he left
that subject and moved his firm muscular buttocks against Vincent�s straining
member.
The former Turk
slid himself inside his lover with a snarl of ferocity that came all the way
from the place where Chaos now hid within him. That single sound came from all
the way down where his darkest passions dwelled. Rarely did that door find
itself unlocked, or it�s prisoners released, but today it did.
Once they came
down literally from the hights of pleasure, they had to struggle to gather up
all their scattered clothes. Vincent finally came up with Sephiroth�s left
glove a sleek leather type that went all the way up to his elbow. He returned
it and grinned at Sephiroth before his Silvery companion winked and faded into
the night. The last thing he heard before his return to his quarters in the
belly of the highwind was that voice like moonbeams and Champaign echoing
across his mind. "Never regret pleasure shared My Valentine." And
then it, and his lover�s warm presence were gone.
~FINS~
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