"Puppy Love"
FFVII Crisis Core Fan fiction
ZackxVincent shounen-ai pairing
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I'm listening to David Bowie's "As the World Falls Down", as well as Pan's Labyrinth "Lullaby", while writing this. It's a good song and it gives me inspiration for this couple. Which is one of my favorite crack pairings. xD
Anywho, rate and comment, that's what I like. Also, comments give me further inspiration and allows me to grow as a writer. Maybe if you give me a good comment or suggestion I'll use it. n.n
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He couldn't believe this! Sephiroth was a great general and strong warrior, yes, but when it came to personality he was at the bottom of the barrel. To think Sephiroth had to just disappear on Zack like that! Especially when they had a mission to do.
Anyway, he had a good idea where he could be. He found him there before, after all. The basement of the Shinra Mansion was very creepy. It had no flooring, using only soil. There was a pair of skeletons off in a corner, a separate room – locked – and then the strange laboratory. The laboratory was where Sephiroth lingered, reading all he could.
As long as Sephiroth was out of sight, that meant Zack could get away with leisure time. That meant calling his girlfriend, or hanging out with Cloud in the inn.
Though, today was different. Instead of the usual, he took it upon himself to discover all of the mansion's secrets. That was when he found a raggedy old key. Knowing there was only one room that was locked, he decided to use the key on the door brother to the laboratory room.
It worked.
Pushing it open with a creak, Zack peeked in. No one in sight. The only thing he could see were three coffins and a few skeletons and spare bones scattered through out the room. It must've been some kind of family burial, or something. He couldn't quite figure it out.
The coffins were open, exposing their owners. That is, except the center of the trio. It was closed, which only awakened that curiosity within the blue-eyed soldier. The kind of curiosity that often got him into trouble.
"I wonder what it is…" He pondered, making his way over to the coffin. "What if it's a zombie? And if it's a zombie, it might want my brain!" He stopped, clutching his head. He didn't want to lose his brain!
Okay, the creepy-ness of this place was really starting to take a toll on him. Still, he was eager to see what was in the coffin. What if it was gil? Or a Hero's Drink? Those were a pretty rare find.
Feeling gigglish like a school girl, he happily moved beside the coffin, eager to find his Hero's Drink. Oh, this was so exciting!
It looked like there were no locks and was push-able. Pressing his shoulder against the lid, Zack pushed. It creaked and groaned, giving way to the pressure the soldier gave. With a large thud, the lid was removed and the insides revealed.
What was inside the coffin was more of a surprise than finding a toe in your soup. Not to mention this one was a bit more pleasant than the latter.
Raven hair, the length mid-back, spread elegantly around a slim figure resting on the velvet cushioning. Pale skin crowned with scarlet wrapping around the forehead, the man was dressed in black and crimson. On his left arm was a golden gauntlet shaped like a claw that matched his golden pointy boots. He was positively the most beautiful human Zack had ever seen. A real sleeping beauty.
Unable to control himself, he reached inside and brushed his gloved fingers against skin as pale as the full moon. Zack's heart started to pump rapidly, heat rushing to his cheeks.
What a find!
The man sleeping within the coffin shifted, his limbs still numb from a long sleep. Ever so slowly, dark lashes revealed rose-red eyes, thin lips parting, as if to speak. The dark haired beauty stared up into sky-blue eyes emotionlessly.
Panicking, Zack said the first thing that popped into his head, "Good morning sunshine!" A goofy grin plastered itself on his face. "The Earth says 'hello'!" He felt like an idiot.
The man only stared at him, disbelieving and harsh. "So," continued Zack, "What'cha doin' sleeping in a coffin? You a vampire?"
Raven hair fell across his face as the pale figure looked away. He had slept for how long only to wake up to –this-? "Who are you?" He asked, his voice hard, deep, and husked.
Zack felt an immediate attraction to his voice alone. Not only were the man's looks stunning, his voice matched, giving him a rather Gothic aura. It was truly an amazing and rare find. "I'm Zack Fair." He chirped, "What's your name?"
"… Vincent." The man known as Vincent said with brief hesitation. "Vincent Valentine."
Score! He had hit the jack pot. His name had subtle meaning, a meaning that Zack could toy with to his liking. His massive grin must've given him away, for he soon found rose eyes glaring daggers.
"Don't." He growled with a promise to hurt the soldier.
Zack couldn't help but chuckle. "Aw, you're no fun."
"Don't toy with me, Mr. Fair." Came another growl. Vincent was starting to get annoyed with such playful humor. Zack was like a puppy. "I'm a Turk well trained to take out my opponents with a single bullet shot in the head, with very little percentage of a miss."
"Yeah, but I bet you're too stiff from your nap to even hold your gun." Zack teased, leaning towards the dark beauty, a smirk replacing the stupid grin. "I bet you're too weak to even hold off a hedge-hog pie."
"Don't be ridiculous." Vincent was starting to get uncomfortable. The gleam in Zack's eyes was unfamiliar, as though silently hinting at… something… something horrible.
Zack took hold of Vincent's chin, forcing him to look up at the other. "Prove me wrong, then." He smirked, leaning down and claiming the beauty's lips.
Inhaling sharply, the sleeping beauty pushed at Zack's muscled chest, managing to get his lips away. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Teasing you." Zack replied in simplicity.
He pushed back, forcing Vincent's hands down as his body practically crushed the other. "Stop…" Vincent struggled, feeling claustrophobic. "Don't… I don't…"
"What's wrong?" Zack teased Vincent's jaw with small kisses.
"I'm not… that way…" He bit his bottom lip, tilting his head back.
"Neither am I." Zack chuckled, nipping at the man's neck.
"Then why are you doing this?" Vincent closed his eyes. As much as he thought how despicable and wrong Zack's touches were, he couldn't deny that, secretly, he enjoyed them. His body was refusing to obey his mind, only knowing that it had been far too long since the last sexual encounter.
Zack thought for a minute, and then answered, "I have a thing for beautiful people, I guess."
"I suppose I should take that as a compliment." Vincent murmured.
"Hmm…" Zack brought a lock of raven to his lips, taking in the sweet smell. "You smell nice."
Vincent remained quiet, wanting this nightmare to end quickly. He shifted, trying again to push the soldier off his tired body. His efforts were useless, however, since Zack was heavier and more physically built than the gunman.
The gunman smelled of high-class cologne and gunpowder, an unusual combination, but it matched Vincent almost perfectly. Moving his hips in a grinding motion, Zack managed to make the man below him moan involuntarily, which only excited the soldier.
Biting his bottom lip, Vincent opened his eyes, watching as Zack touched his helpless and weak body, being unable to do anything to stop him. The soldier managed to get his shirt open without ripping off the numerous buttons or his crimson cloak. His heart started to pound, blood rushing through his veins and heat rising to his cheeks, Zack dragged his fingers along Vincent's bare, pale exposed chest, pressing his lips lightly on his collar bone.
He managed to murmur through pouted, thin lips, "Stop… please…" His breath hitched in his throat as Zack trailed lower. "Zack…"
This was wrong. This kind of love was forbidden. Vincent wanted to escape, to make this dark pleasure stop. Shutting his eyes tightly, he tried to think of something, someone, to take his mind away from such wondrous feelings.
"Lucrecia…" Came a small whine.
"Who's Lucrecia…?" Zack stopped his assault and looked down at Vincent, curiosity deep in those sky-blue eyes.
Vincent flushed, his eyes wilted with sadness. "The only woman I've ever loved."
Zack kissed the corner of his mouth, out of concern. This man obviously had a lot on his mind. Finding it only fair, he propped himself up, his head tilting. "Tell me again why you're in this coffin."
Vincent quickly looked away, shadows from his hair covering his face. In a weak attempt, Zack licked at the man's neck before suckling on it, leaving a red mark that was only accentuated by moon light skin.
"If you tell me I'll get out of your coffin." Zack bargained with a grin.
That was an offer Vincent couldn't refuse. Though, he wasn't exactly wild about having the young man leave a mark on his neck. "It started with a mission I was assigned to. I was to be the bodyguard of two scientists who worked in this very town."
"Who were the scientists?" Zack asked. He received an annoyed glare. "Sorry. Go on."
"The scientists were Professor Hojo, head of the science department in Shinra, and Professor Lucrecia Crescent." Vincent's eyes sort of glazed over with remembrance, his stoic face softening. "Beautiful… beautiful Lucrecia…"
"She must've been a real looker." Zack commented, again, receiving a disapproving glare. He apologized and asked Vincent to continue.
"During our stay here, Lucrecia became pregnant and I found out they were going to experiment on the unborn child. I was against this and went against Hojo, telling him to stop. I was met with… utter failure, however." As he spoke, images flashed through his mind. Lucrecia's scream, gun fire, blood, and eventually, darkness. "My sin was being unable to stop the experimentation, and my punishment was sleep."
"So Hojo stuck you in this coffin?" Zack asked, a bit confused. He knew Hojo. Not personally, but he knew of him. In fact, he had protected him once from Genesis. What a coincidence. "And you're going to sleep your sin away?"
"My sleep is not enjoyable." Vincent countered, his face returning to being stoic. "I am visited by many nightmares."
"That's not good!" Zack hopped out of the coffin. He had decided. In order to save Vincent, he was going to take him out of this place. "I'm gonna stop all those nightmares."
"Is that so?" Vincent managed to sit up, his back popping. It felt good, mind you.
"Yeah. I'm going to take you out of this creepy place." Zack predicted Vincent would jump at the chance, but his prediction was wrong.
"Go away."
"Aww, come on! You can't just stay here!" Zack argued, whining like a puppy dog.
"I will do as I please." Countered the gunman.
"No. I'm not going to let you stay here."
Without another word, Zack placed his arms beneath Vincent's legs and behind his back, lifting him easily. He was really light. Probably lighter than Aerith, which was surprisingly light.
"Put me down!" Vincent argued, kicking his legs.
"No way, Jose." Zack chirped making his way out of the room.
"My name's not Jose!"
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There you have it. My one-shot. Though, I think I set myself up for a sequel. XD
Anyway, if you want to see more, then leave me a comment! 3
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