Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything from the Final Fantasy series except the game discs themselves.

The story is based from two peoples' POV's.. so italics is one person while normal is another. Simple enough. And in case you don't know what yaoi is it means having boys on boys, so if you have a problem, don't read it.

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The basement was cold. But he didn't care because he was there. And he wanted him.

He could hear him walking down the spiral staircase leading to the basement he was in. But maybe if he just stayed still he wouldn't be able to find him. He was wrong. The cover to his bed was gone within seconds of the opening door.

He grabbed onto the other's hair and lifted him up forcefully. He stood him up infront of him and and turned him towards himself.

One hand still had a firm grip on his hair, and was holding him still. The other went quickly to its owners pants and skilled hands had them quickly off.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he said coldly, pushing him down infront of his exposed cock.

He knew he couldn't do anything to stop him now. He never could. Because HE always got what HE wanted. He opened up his mouth and took him in fully, to save him the pain of being forced.

His tongue felt good over his hard member. He grabbed him again and started pushing his head back and forwards over his hard cock.

He could tell he was almost done when he leaned back his head and started moaning has name under his breath.

He stopped suddenly surprising the man on the floor. He looked him up and down while deciding what to do with him. He stepped over to him and started taking off all his clothes, pushing him into the nearby desk, bending him over it.

He felt him walk up behind him, putting his erection near his opening. He felt pain when he started entering him and he wanted to scream, but he refused because he knew that's exactly what he wanted.

He pushed himself into him completely, thrusting harder and faster each time he went. When he heard his cry of pain his movements became faster still and when he came, he clenched tightly to the smaller body infront of him.

When he got himself out of him and when he let go, he fell to the stone floor beneath him, looking at it. He didn't look up when he heard the other man dressing, or when the footsteps reached he door, left, and let the door slam behind them. He only looked up when he heard him leaving up the turning stairs and out of the household he was captured in. He got up slowly and put back on his clothes. He lay back in his bed wondering how many more days of hell he would have to put up with. He didn't have an answer.

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I'm really sorry if this got confusing at times. I tried to make it clear without using names and I really hope it worked. ; It was supposed to be Sephiroth and Vincent if you haven't figured it out. Short and pointless I know, but it was written for my sister. I have a lineup of things for her. May as well get started. But anyways, it's my first time writing anything like this so please R&R! 3