Hey everyone!

This isn't my first time posting on here - I had written a few stories about five or so years ago, and of course, they were taken down since it was about real-life people. Go figure. J

Anywho, my mind started coming up with this interesting story (or so I think) at about 2am. I think I have about three chapters worth of this.

First and foremost - I realize the time coordination is off since Vincent isn't even known until later on in the game. Yes, I know Cloud is the one to dress up as a girl since men are not allowed into the HoneyBee Inn, but I added my own twist thinking there's another part that allows this kind of thing to go on between men and other men.

Yes, I said MEN AND OTHER MEN. Don't read any further is this is something to your disliking. It's not going to persuade me to take the story down. It's completely fictional!

There is a chance of multiple pairings in this story.

With that being said, have a seat, take a load off, and (hopefully) enjoy!

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"Vincent, what have you gotten yourself into?" Cloud inquired, tossing a beer to his friend he hadn't seen in over five years.

Vincent popped the cap off, raised his bottle towards his mouth and nodded at Cloud.

"I'm allowing filthy mongrels to have their way with me, day in, day out." With that being said, he placd his lips around the open end of the bottle and began to chug the bitter liquid down.

Cloud stared at him in disbelief. Forgetting he too had a beer in his hand, his gripped loosened around it as it came crashing down onto his white carpet. His gaze was fixated on Vincent as he approached the raven haired man until their faces were mere inches away from each others.

As Vincent finished the last drops of his beer, he set the bottle down on a nearby table, never once looking away from Cloud. No emotion came into Vincent's face.

Nothing.

"You're not happy doing this, are you?" Cloud inquired quietly after a moment of eerie silence.

Vincent let out a dry, muffled laugh. " It's not like I have a choice. Since I know you have… maybe had a thing for me, I figured I'd let you know, maybe get in on the action yourself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a client to meet. May I use your restroom to change?"

Cloud slowly shook his head in disbelief, mouth agape. When no response was given, Vincent grabbed his backpack and head straight towards Cloud's bathroom. It may have been five years, but even in his new home, Vincent felt a sensation enter through him as he remembered that distinct smell of Cloud that filled his bedroom as he entered it.

A quick flashback came in quickly just as it left. Vincent shook his head. 'No time to reminisce. Just get dressed and get the fuck out of here. It's over.'

Just as Cloud approached his bedroom, Vincent had already locked himself inside the bathroom. Cloud took a deep breath and slowly approached the bathroom door. He could hear zippers being zipped one way or another, accessories falling into the sink, and Vincent quietly cursing himself as brushing noises were made.

"Vincent, talk to me and tell me what the hell's going on. You come over after not seeing each other all these years and drop a bombshell on me that you're basically a whore." Cloud didn't mean to allow the anger he felt inside to come out when that final word escaped his mouth.

Fortunately, it seemed Vincent didn't hear that last bit as Cloud heard an electric razor running.

Twenty minutes later, Cloud knocked on the door. "Vincent, c'mon. We need to talk-"

Cloud's statement was put to a halt as the door opened slowly, revealing a man that looked almost nothing like the one who came to home earlier. The man known as Vincent was all about wearing suits and having short jet black hair that always smelled like strawberries. Five years later, he looked like he just rolled out of bed, said 'eh, fuck it' to a shave or a hairbrush, and wore torn up jeans followed by a stained white t shirt with a denim vest on top.

Five seconds ago, Cloud's mesmerized by the divine creature in front of him. Wearing leather black pants and shirt with buckles decorated on his upper legs and along his chest, topped of with a torn red velvet cape. Gold armor like metal covered the front part of his boots, and a gun was placed in a holster attached to his belt. a red hand band tamed the now straightened and clean raven hair, revealing a powder white face with blood red eyes that almost seemed to let Cloud into this beautiful man's soul.

Vincent removed his left hand behind his back and waved it in front of Cloud, breaking him from his hypnotic state.

"What the?" Cloud asked, jerking himself back a bit.

"Oh, this?" Vincent smiled, wriggling his gloved fingers that had pieces of gold metal placed on top of top of the tips and down towards his knuckles followed by a bigger piece that covered the back of his hand that met with a cylinder piece that wrapped around his arm all the way up to his elbow.

"The boys get a kick out of this," he cooed, using a finger tip to trace under Cloud's cheekbone, then moving it up slightly just beneath his bottom lip. "Intrigued?" he asked, amused.

As Cloud gulped back a moan, he reached up and grabbed Vincent's arm firmly, pulling the raven haired man towards him. "Not by a long shot."

Vincent struggled a bit, freeing himself from Cloud's grasp. "Suit yourself," he shrugged, gathering his belongings in the bathroom, "I'm pretty sure I'll see you again sometime. Something tells me I won't be getting out of Midgar anytime soon." Vincent zipped up his backpack and flung it over his shoulder while checking to see if he was forgetting anything.

Once he was sure he had all of his belongings, he approached the doorway only to be blocked in by Cloud. "Um, excuse me, but I have to go," Vincent stated sternly in a low growl, attempting to push his way past Cloud. As Vincent lifted a hand to try and knock Cloud's arm down from barricading him, Cloud took hold of Vincent's arm.

Vincent shot Cloud a dark look. "You know, if I was an actual vampire, I'd bite you right where what makes us different from females. You're starting to annoy me with this grabbing thing."

Cloud dropped his head, eyes darting around the floor, trying to force himself to say how he truly felt about this situation. It might piss Vincent off even more, but this was still all too much for Cloud to take in. He slowly raised his head, taking in Vincent's gaze. He leaned in as close as he could to Vincent, his lips trembling a bit.

"Y-you didn't answer my question, Vincent, and something tells me you heard me" he said huskily.

Vincent sighed heavily as he broke free of Cloud' grip yet again and made his way towards the front door.

"I appreciate you trying to look out for me, Cloud. You were always good at that. However," Vincent abruptly stopped right in front of the door, Cloud coming to quick stop behind him, "I have to take care of this myself. If anyone else tries to intervene, there could be trouble." Vincent grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Standing outside of it, he pulled a cigarette out that was tucked behind his ear, hidden by his hair. Before putting it into his mouth, he spoke one last time.

"Besides myself, if word gets out to Don Corneo that others know about the whereabouts of Tifa and Aeries, there will be devastating consequences."

Vincent bit his lip and quickly turned away from Cloud, walking quickly towards his fenrir. As he revved up the engine, his statement was lost in the midst of the roaring engine.

"You have no idea, Cloud." With that, Vincent drove off to meet his client for the evening.