AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, this is my first Final Fantasy story. I've never played the games. I've only seen the Advent Children movie. So I'm horrible at keeping them in character. This story was meant to entertain my friend while we were bored at her cabin. Please don't flame the crap out of me, because I'm apologizing to you right now. I'm a NSYNC slash writer…and it's been awhile since I wrote an actual story…so I'm a bit rusty. Hope you enjoy!

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Sephiroth wasn't sure how it happened, but one day he woke up and realized he was in live with Vincent. Everywhere he turned, there was something that reminded him of Vincent, and these things brought a very small smile to Sephiroth's face. Yes, the almighty King of Evil smiled. Then Sephiroth found out that Vincent, the King of Emo, smiled at the thought of Sephiroth. Many months later, they decided to move in together.

Sephiroth arrived home from a long hard day of making deliveries with Cloud. Sephiroth also had no idea how that happened either. One day he was dueling to the death with the blonde haired boy, the next he was his co-worker. Everything seemed to confuse Sephiroth nowadays; he had decided to just go with the flow. He set his Masamune and lunch box down in the living room, and then sat down at the dining room table. He smiled slightly as Vincent set a place of food in front of him. Sephiroth began shoveling food into his mouth as Vincent took the seat directly across from him. As Sephiroth finished his meal, he noticed that they had eaten their meal in silence, which wasn't unusual. Both were fairly quiet men, so for them to have a conversation would be monumental. The day it happened would probably become a national holiday. The only time they both were vocal was when…well, I'm sure you can guess when. Sephiroth was broken from his thoughts when he heard rhythmic tapping. He looked down in annoyance and noticed Vincent was drumming his golden gloved fingers on the table. Sephiroth glared at his lover's fingers, hoping he'd get the point. He didn't. Finally, Sephiroth slammed his hand down on the table, rattling everything within a 40 mile radius.

"Would you please stop that tapping?" Sephiroth said, escalating to a shout by the last word.

Vincent stared blankly. "Well excuse me, I'm bored."

"I don't care, just please stop tapping. It's driving me crazy." Sephiroth huffed.

Vincent scoffed. "You're already there." He mumbled lowly.

Sephiroth pushed his chair back and stood up. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." Vincent said innocently.

Sephiroth slammed his hands onto the corners of the table. "How many times have I told you that claw looks gay?"

Vincent stood up quickly and mimicked Sephiroth's stance. "Well isn't that convenient, I am gay!" He shouted.

Sephiroth stared at Vincent. It seemed like hours passed by as he glared at the man across the table from him. Suddenly, Sephiroth started laughing, Vincent slowly joining in.

"That was a dumb fight." Sephiroth said.

"Sure was." Vincent smirked.

Sephiroth walked around the table and placed his pale hand over Vincent's. "Sorry I called your glove gay."

"It's ok, I'll forgive you someday." Vincent replied, leaning forward and placing a light kiss on Sephiroth's nose. He began walking towards the door of their bedroom. "You coming?"

Sephiroth laughed and ran after him. "I love how you can't hold grudges." He said then shut the door.