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-1Title: Death's Embrace

Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst,

Couples: …Hah! You all should know me better than to think I'd actually put something here immediately. Of course, those of you who know me also know already who this'll be.

Summary: Vincent Valentine is a Medical Examiner. Sephiroth is the son of a recent body admitted to Vincent's morgue. Vincent's just doing his job, but can this bring him love or get him killed?

Warnings: Dead bodies, language, Hojo, Lucrecia's dead, LEMON, Strange Writing Style,

Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII.

Sephiroth: Damn you to hell, girl!

Kuro: I don't believe in Hell, Seph. Thus, I can't go there. Besides, I'm only fulfilling the demands of the Sephentine readers out there. Though none of them post anything…(pout).

Vincent: Just give it up, Sephiroth. We'll never get her to stop.

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[Vincent

This place is filthy.

It's nothing like the morgue with its sterile white walls and sterile silver floor tile.

Makes me feel like I'm in a hospital.

Sometimes I just wish that one of the bodies will have a build-up of blood and when we cut into it, the blood will spatter across everything. It has yet to happen.

Of course, if it did happen, we'd all be quarantined until they could find out what caused the blood to do that and if the blood carried any diseases and that could take weeks.

And so, to offset the disgusting sterility my work forces upon me, I come here, to this disgustingly dingy little bar. One might think that it's be a little cleaner, since it's a gay bar, but that person would be sadly mistaken. Apparently, bar tenders of all types in Midgar like their bars dirty.

"Have my eyes tricked me or has an angel wandered into our midst?"

I scoff, glancing over at the grinning man now sitting beside me. "I'm not so much an angel as a demon." I reply, which is uncommon. I normally pay no mind to the men who try to pick me up. However, ignoring how lame his line was, he at least made an attempt to compliment me, which is more than I'm used to, what with me working with dead people all day.

"Then what they say about demons is true." He takes a sip from the beer the bartender set before him, his green eyes trained on me. He must be a regular, because he never ordered the drink.

"And what would that be?" I ask, a playful smile on my lips. This guy is really bringing out the best of me. I suppose it helps that he's gorgeous. He has well-toned muscles encased in lightly-tanned flesh. His hair, a strange color of silver, cascades over his shoulders, unbound by anything, almost reaching the floor. I wonder if it feels as silky as it looks-and I have to grab my beer as a cover-up for why I suddenly reached out.

"Why, they say that demons are undeniably beautiful so as to ensnare unwary people." He replies, my playful smile transformed into a playful smirk on his face. Oh, may the gods curse me, his voice is the most amazing thing I've ever heard! Deep, silky, and smooth, it has me melting on my barstool.

"Is that your way of saying I'm attractive?" I chuckle, taking a long drink of my beer, making sure to bare my neck. His luscious green eyes rake hungrily over me. It feels good to be wanted. I can tell that he's undressing me in his mind, and I don't mind at all.

"Would it make you feel better if I just say it plainly? You're drop-dead sexy." He says bluntly, leaning closer to me.

I lean closer as well. "Yes."

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I'm going home with this man. I don't know his name, nor do I particularly care and-Ouch! That's a door. Now I'm missing my shirt, and my muddled mind just realized it, though the shirt is lying across the room, and there go my pants-Oddly enough, my silver-haired, one-time lover is also completely disrobed. Hmm…

I place a bite on his shoulder, reveling in the taste of his skin-sweet and salty-and the sound of his voice in a breathy gasp.

He gets his revenge by beginning to suck on my pulse, lightly grazing his teeth against that sensitive spot, thereby tearing a moan from my lips.

He drops us onto his bed-quite comfy, really-his mouth never leaving my skin. How am I going to cover these marks at work tomorrow? Ah, who gives a damn? All that matters now is the hand that's wriggling beneath me and-

I gasp, arching up as a finger penetrates me, wriggling around, stretching me. And judging by the size of his…endowment, I'm going to need the stretching.

And as he fucks me with his fingers-when'd he add more? my mind asks-I'm gripping his shoulder, burying a hand in his hair-it is as silky as it looks-, moaning, and arching upwards, bringing our bodies closer to each other.

He's amazingly adept at this; I feel little pain from the intrusion thanks to his skillful distracting of me with his lips and tongue. But no amount of distraction will keep me from noticing the loss of his fingers.

I scowl at him and he laughs, a breathless, exhilarated laugh as he wraps an arm around my torso, lifting me up as he sits back onto his pleasing-to-the-eye ass. All at once, my muddled brain catches onto what is happening and my scowl disappears, leaving a triumphant and expectant grin on my face. He brings my head down into a soft, yet passionate kiss as he begins to lower me onto his shaft. I, however, am not so patient and I slam myself down, piercing myself-Fuck! It hurts! But fuck, it feels amazing at the same time! He's so damned large that he fills me so completely-and I'm loving the heat that's filling me-that he tears me slightly. Oh well. A little blood never hurt anybody.

And as quickly as the pain comes, it's gone, washed away by pleasure.

Together, we moan, my head thrown back to release the sound more while his grip around my torso tightens. His mouth moves back to my throat, suckling on my pulse again.

After a few moments, he begins to pull me up, and I say something-though I don't know what-and he laughs again. What a beautiful laugh. Almost as beautiful as his eyes, which are glowing with lust. But hey, lust is good. Lust means that I'm wanted, and even if it isn't something that's going to last, it's nice to feel wanted right now.

"You're so fiery…and beautiful…Now calm down before you hurt yourself…" He orders, though I don't think I'm going to listen, since there's no way in all of Midgar that he'll stop. He's dripping, he's so wound up. Granted, I am too, but that isn't the point.

"Don't tell me to calm down…You need to hurry up…" I reply smartly. He doesn't argue, just rolls his eyes and flips me onto my back, holding himself above me. I grin, even while arching upwards and moaning as he pulls out and slams back in. Damn, he feels so good.

He continues pounding in, picking up the pace as I scratch his back and scream my pleasure, spraying all over his stomach. All at once, he groans, leaning down to bite hard at my pulse, spilling his seed inside of me.

He collapses, rolling over so as not to crush me and pulling from inside of me. He pulls me close, wrapping me in his arms and I'm so tired, it doesn't even register that I'm laying with a man I have just met. I am warm, so very warm and comfortable in his arms that I curl closer. A soft smile twists my lips as I feel his fingers run through my hair before I lose consciousness.

…

When I wake, I glance around, not recognizing anything. Well, nothing except the man whose arms are wrapped around my torso. I slip from his grasp, wincing when I stand and quickly gather my clothes. I have just enough time for a quick shower after a call to the cab company to make it to work on time.

A/N: I know, Vincent leaving him doesn't sit well with me either, but it must be done fro the sake of chapter 2! Please forgive me!

Preview:

[Sephiroth

"Seph, it's not your fault man. How could you know what was going to happen?" Zack's argument isn't making me feel any better about myself. I had planned to go to the bar, have a couple drinks and head home, which I did. What I hadn't expected was to find the most amazingly beautiful man there and take him home with me. Yet when I woke this morning, he was gone. Damn it all…

R&R, please!

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