I do not own FFVII or any of it's characters.

The title comes from a doujin (who by the way I didn't like XD) but the title was so pretty

The room

I saw him as he crossed the deserted city of Midgar on his motorcycle; the roar of it has been my companion since that incident with the three spirits. I try to stay close, to breathe in the scent of gasoline and leather, not very romantic I must say, but at least I stay in reality. He doesn't know I follow in the shadows, I guess I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be around people either. Complicated; that's how my life has been and it would never change at all, I know that well, I try my best not to complain.

The roar of Fenrir stops near an almost fallen building on the slumps of Midgar, the plaque that covered the "celling" was still there, but I think it won't last more than a couple or years, the structure seems fragile and can crumble at any time, like his heart.

He dismounts Fenrir and enters the almost dreamy structure that was the building, light finding the entrance to it through little cracks and broken windows, no sounds can be head for kilometers, I know that well, for my senses are far more acute than any other person I've met, some privileges have crossed my body alongside with the sin that it represents. I guess Hojo made his work just fine, it's hard to admit it but it's true.

The blond opened the doors of the building without making any struggle; he owns a key to open the lock, not wanting to force it open. His reasons for being here are unknown to me; he barely speaks of his past, just what is necessary; the information that was shared a long time ago when we battled the man with the black materia was very shallow; not like he needed to explain anything else. My curiosity has been one of my most terrible and secretly sins. I know this is the first time he has visited this place, at least for some years now.

Taking the stairs as if they have been carefully studied before, the blonde walked through a series of intricate hallways and rooms. He knows the place well; my curiosity grows with every step. I follow close but not enough to be noticed by the other man, I have the ability to soar in the air, like a ghost, never noticed by those around me.

So suddenly he stops at one door that is closed, takes out what I assume to be a dusty card and enters the room leaving the door open. Once I make sure he is in the room I take a look at the label placed near the door. The sign is broken and all you can read is. "Zack" and some specifications of the room number and the floor were on.

I enter carefully, taking my place in a corner which shadows had invaded and hid myself to observe him. The room had a part of wall that was missing, light entering the construction from there; everything was so dusty and old like the rest of Midgar. There was a bed placed in the middle of the bedroom, so strangely, people tend to put these furniture near a wall. There was another door near the bed which I assumed to be the bathroom door. I suddenly realized we were in a dorms building for Shirna's SOLDIERS; the emblem of the company was engraved on every door.

He jumped on the bed tiresomely and all the dust was sent flying making a small cloud. I thought his lungs would protest giving a 'cough' but no sound was heard; as the cloud dissipated, I could see his frame very clearly; the light that entered through the damaged wall gave the flying dust the impression of a gold, transparent and delicate fabric that hid the blonde as he retrieved his unnecessary clothing.

The scene was mostly seductive. As the dust was completely gone I realized his blue tank top was gone and he was clothed with only his usual loosened pants, his boots and socks were gone exposing his almost ghostly white feet that rarely felt the warmth of the sun. His arms, on the contrary, were clearly tanned making and interest contrast with his chest; he doesn't look bad, not at all, but of course it's just an opinion on a subjective topic.

He was sitting on a kneeling like position, like those of Wutai often do. For a moment he faced my way and I thought he had see me but carefully, not changing his mood, faced elsewhere and started to unzip his pants.

My heat skip a beat at his sudden movement, my eyes were shamelessly placed on his now naked hips. The pants that once were covering him were lowered enough for me to see a part of him that I've never seen before.

He placed his hand on his now hard member, a moan escaping his lips. He started stroking himself slowly, trusting his hips as well in a delicious rhythm. I felt how the air that surrounded me was getting thicker, I had to breathe more intensely, and fear was staring to grow within me. He could find out that I was there, watching him, with my now strong and loud breathing.

Even though I could swear I was being noisy, his breathing and panting were far louder than mine, not including the sudden moans that echoed the room. Now I felt my body in need, I tried to hold on to something, only getting to stab my left claw on the wall behind my back.

So suddenly he stopped, I thought he had hear the claw against the wall, not trying to hide myself anymore, I decided to come out if he asked me too but I was wrong… he only stopped, never finishing to release; the blonde buried his head on the blankets. His hand was still placed on his member; the other hand grabbed a piece of blanket holding it really tight. The position he had assumed made my lower body ache in pain. My mind was really absorbed into this dreamy situation until I was roughly brought back to reality.

Sobbing, I could hear him sob with intense sadness...

It seemed never to stop, minutes passed and my heart started to ache. I decided to move towards him, I want to comfort him. My steps were loud, I didn't want to speak but I wanted to let him know that I was there. He noticed, and immediately turned around, pulling the blankets to cover his lower body.

"Vin… Vincent!" His tone was low but at the same time full of surprise.

I sat near to him, and use my gloved hand to clean the tears that have found a temporary place to stay on his eyelashes. He tried to pull away, but he trembled, probably his body remembering the need for a soon release. I looked closely at his facial expression.

"How long have you been here?" He turned away, and spoke with a louder tone to make me know the situation bothers him a lot.

"Longer than you think… why did you come here?" Perhaps I speak too cold for my own good, but that's who I am, I can't change that, not at this point.

The blonde didn't respond at my question, instead he tried to stand up from the bed, dragging the covers with him. He couldn't achieve his goal, I was sitting on the same bed, his hand tried to keep the blankets but his plan failed leaving his body exposed again. He immediately went back to bed to cover himself. I watched coldly.

His tears started to run on his cheeks, making the blankets wet. I crawled towards him, curiosity invading me; my head was placed right in front of him, not even inches away from his. I could breathe in his scent, look into his mako-infused eyes, and if I wanted to, I just had to lean a little bit closer to taste his lips.

With lips parted and shaking, he was looking right straight into my red eyes. In a very slow and slickly way he placed his lips on mine. I saw him closing his eyes as he stayed, leaning closer, deepening the kiss, which I broke. Then he looked at me with sad, big eyes, tears running on his cheeks, and a mouth that was hungry of another body.

It is an idiotic action not to pay attention to the creature in front of me; I haven't met someone that would reject that face. I let him keep his actions, leaning closer, giving my lips as a small gift, he continued kissing and I kept watching. It happened so slowly and cautiously that I didn't realize that my eyes were now closed and one of his hands was buried the back of my head, his fingers playing with my hair. I kissed back.

He started to kiss more deeply and passionate, he broke our kiss for air, and I took this opportunity to slip my tongue in his mouth; it was my chance to study the blonde even more. He moaned in pleasure; that made me remember the lower part of my body in need for some attention.

He suddenly realized his own urge to feel satisfied; I felt his other hand had started traveling back to his erection. I broke our kiss, he watched puzzled, then blushed hard. I sat back not too far to keep the situation still and stated to remove my coat and glove. I didn't let his hand finish his travel when I caught it with my claw, gently; I don't want his body harmed. He knew what was coming and he completely laid on the bed for me.

With a single movement his pants were thrown away and he was completely naked. I carefully inspected his body with my eyes, fixing them on a part of him where I could smell the blood accumulating there, underneath the flesh, tightening his shameless erection. I take my time exploring his body with my eyes, memorizing it cautiously, not wanting to skip any little detail. He put his hand on my chin and forced me to face him. He's blushing, his face and body soaking in sweat, his eyes half lidded and lips parted; there's nothing more to do, he looked at me as if asking me to devour him not just with my eyes.

I kissed him here and there, exploring every inch of his body with my lips wanting to know where it tickles, where it causes pleasure; I grew more and more interested in this topic; and for a second I could really felt something on my chest. I held back and sat, the fear invading me. My own consciousness would have never allowed me to feel anything anymore. I denied it, fought against it, until he reached for me, pressing his body against mine, staring at me with those unusual eyes that were filled with a light of lust. Then it wasn't a matter of being aware of what we were doing, we were both dragged into a place were our bodies and instincts drove us and our minds were set apart.

At some point during the rubbings and moans my jacket was gone and my pants were unzipped, I couldn't even feel when he did this. His hands are well trained, there's no doubt about it. Another moan of pleasure and another wet kiss and I suddenly found myself licking his chest, searching for the so wanted erogenous spots; I wanted more of those sounds that made my body twitch and tremble in pleasure. Wanting more, I felt the beast inside of me growing hungry for more, trailing with my tongue from his chest to his abdomen and then to the spot I've been looking for.

"Uhhnn… Vincent" I hear my name in a soft and provocative voice, I growled in response and then I swallowed him with my mouth completely, sucking in gently. I won't say it was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted, I'd lie if I said so, but it was what I was hungry for at the moment, the blonde suddenly thrusts his hips making the act violently fast and rougher.

He was near the edge so I stopped myself; sitting again, then I sucked my fingers filled with precum. He looked back at me disappointed. But I had to stop there; I don't want to end it here, no. My body is in need for his now.

I split his legs apart and devour the sight with my pupils, stopping again to explore, to study him. He blushed harder at the scene in front of his eyes, looking other way. Shyness? Now? I tilted my head softly to the side in reflection, trying to comprehend the motive in this sudden change in mood. He surely had lived experiences like this before; he just proved that to me seconds ago. Or maybe it was something else, something that escaped my range of awareness. He tried to bury his head on a near by pillow his hand had encountered a while ago. I tried to focus on the main theme, but couldn't; the blonde looked too closed in his own world behind that pillow. I grew fearful.

My claw grabbed the obstructing object and tossed it away, landing near the door I thought to be the bathroom. He looked back at me with saddened eyes, lips that begged me to kiss him and cheeks that were adorned with a shade of pink; I must say that was the most erotic ashamed face I've seen during all these years I've had consciousness. I noticed everything was right, this was probably his way of reacting toward this situation. I didn't know that either, he seemed like a completely different person. His shyness only made him even more exotic; making me want him completely.

I leaned over to kiss him. And so suddenly I slipped a finger inside of him, I heard a moan escaping and then I kissed him again but with more desire, a kiss full of lust. I slipped in another one and started to move deeper until I found a spot that made him open his eyes and tremble.

"Vin… ah... unn…" And sounds like those were heard for some time until I decided it was my time. He protested as I left his body but not for too long. I felt him swallowing me with such experience, making me groan and moan in complete pleasure. It was painful for him at first; I could see his face, which I caressed with my human hand. He held on the bed sheets as I moved in and out if him; slowly and then fast, trying to touch that so desired spot in him that made his eyes close and his brain go numb.

So suddenly it came to me, the mental image of this situation. It looked completely wrong. I was leaning so close to him, his legs placed on my shoulders. The blonde was there lying on the bed completely naked, arching his back as we continued our rhythmic action. So sickening wrong to my mind, I was making my body more disgusting as sins accumulated.

The fight of my lungs to get air was so intense; the heat growing didn't help in the least, my now necessity grew and the sickening image didn't fade away. Until I felt him cum, spilling his seed on his and my stomach. His expression was priceless, throwing me to the edge, making me believe it was all a dream, I realized how much I've been waiting to see that face, to hear him scream my name as his orgasm came. Then, and only then, I was able to release myself as well, collapsing on top of the beautiful being that my flesh had the privilege to feel.

My mind suddenly forgot about everything, my heart ruled for the first time in many years now. I leaned closer.

"Cloud," I was finally brave enough to pronounce his name. He had fallen asleep now. Carefully I licked the tears that formed while pain and pleasure filled him; then moved aside to give him space to breath.

"Cloud," I played with his hair and watched as he found the appropriate position, cuddling closer to me. I wished for the walls to remember this time for me to think of it every now and then I came back. I hugged his body. Time passed as he deepened himself on his sleep.

Then it all was clear as I heard him say his name.

"Zack," Tears started to invade his face; he repeated the name again and again until I held him tighter. Reality hit me so hard, making my body hurt everywhere. It wasn't me who he was thinking all this time. Not even close, I've been only a toy, a puppet as he once was. I didn't want to leave even if it meant to lie to myself.

Then, what else is left? These are just memories of what never happened, of what we lost, of what we never lived. I may have healed his physical pain… But his soul has a hole the shape of someone else; I don't fit in there…

End of chapter

This was chappie one... I still dunno why I wrote this stuff ... o.o

So yeah angst angst angst, whatever...