An odd warmth washed over Vincent, as he lay sleeping in the bed he shared with his husband. That warmth developed into wetness, caressing his ear, as long slender fingers wormed their way under the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Cid?" Vincent sighed, shivering against the touch. The warmth left his ear cold, as it seemed to move around his head-searching for his lips. The gunman's eyes flittered softly, with the unfamiliar taste enveloping his tongue. Almost like a kind of icy shadow. The taste and feelings there, but seemingly so distant.

Something tickled his nose. The cold-warmth moving to his neck. His eyes finally opened, with the feeling of something sliding over them. He looked up to see bright silver, lining his vision. "What the?" realization hit him, at the sight of the long blade resting on this newcomers back.

Vincent gasped. "Seph-" He was cut off by a leather clad hand snapping to his mouth. Green cat-like eyes turned to him, gleaming more brilliantly than he'd ever seen them. In fact his whole body almost seemed luminescent, and he didn't quite understand how that alone didn't wake him up.

A finger came to the sinister grin, shushing him. "You wouldn't want to wake sleeping doofus would you?"

Vincent's gaze shifted to Cid's sleeping form, right next to him. Normally, even a herd of Chocobo couldn't wake that man, but he had an uncanny sixth sense to wake up whenever Vincent seemed to be in distress. A part of him wanted the pilot to wake up, but fear for what Sephiroth might do to him halted any illusions of that.

The silver-haired menace removed his hand, allowing Vincent to draw in a deep breath before asking the standard question for this type of situation, making sure to keep his voice low, yet as audible as he could. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just flying by, and thought I'd drop in on my favorite demon?"

Vincent's eyes darkened. "I highly doubt that."

Sephiroth shrugged, shifting the long black-feathered wing, spread over the bed. "Ok. What if I said, I saw you sleeping and just thought I'd steal a taste." He moved back to kiss Vincent again, causing the ex-Turk to shift, shaking the bed slightly.

Cid's heavy breathing cut into a snort, and his upper torso started to turn, as he groaned quizzically. Vincent's breath caught in his throat, eyes falling on his stirring lover. Sephiroth smiled, following the gaze, his face still merely a kiss away. Vincent watched, in silent horror, as a leather hand stretched over towards the pilot. His eyes wide while Sephiroth patted him, running a hand gently over the mass of blonde strands.

Cid settled down, onto his back, breathing soon shifted into a soft snore.

The ex-General turned back to the dumbfounded gunman. "I need your help."

Vincent's ears perked at the sudden change in his tone. He turned to him, seeing his menacing grin was more serious. "What?"

"I need your help." He spoke a bit louder, somewhat annoyed with having to repeat himself.

Vincent glanced over at Cid, to verify he was still asleep. "Can we talk about this somewhere else?"

Sephiroth followed his eyes, then looked back, groaning with annoyance. "Fine. Meet me outside, or I'll wake him up in any creative way I can." He bounded from the bed more gently than he looked. Sephiroth glided over towards the window, slipping out into the night. The curtains fluttered softly against the retreat.

Catching a quick glance back to his lover, Vincent slid from the bed, pulling the black satin robe around him. It wasn't a very cold night, but he didn't think it'd be good for him to meet with the world's greatest threat wearing nothing but a tank-top and his underwear.

He headed down the stairs, towards the door. There was really no reason for Sephiroth to have threatened Cid. It's not like he would have refused to come out. Better to just go along with it, than risk the repercussions, but what could he possibly want from Vincent?

Sephiroth was waiting, patiently leaning against the Tiny Bronco. His arms were folded, studying the rocky ground. Vincent pulled the robe tighter around him. "Alright. What is it?"

"I need a body." He answered without even looking at him.

At first the gunman was taken aback at the odd request. That was until he remembered that the man standing before him was in fact… dead. He had seen it with his own eyes. But that just stirred up more questions. "You're dead." He said aloud, to verify.

Sephiroth just rolled his eyes. "I've noticed."

"Then how did you get back here?"

"I got out early, for good behavior." He chuckled softly.

Vincent's eyes narrowed, un-amused. "No really? How did you escape the Lifestream?"

Sephiroth's gaze finally shifted to him, as he pushed himself from the small plane. "I'm just that strong, why does it matter?" He stepped closer. "Are you gonna help me or not?"

Vincent resisted the urge to back away from him. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I want you to find me a damn body." The gunman flinched a bit frightened by the sudden change in attitude. "How hard is that to understand?"

"But, how am I supposed to do that?"

Sephiroth shrugged. "Beats me. You were a Turk. You figure it out."

"But, why me?"

"Because you owe me." The accusation in his voice carried a thrill of annoyance and threat behind it.

Vincent eyed him quizzically. "How do you figure?"

"You destroyed my old body." He began to circle the dark-haired man, slowly. "It's only natural that you owe me a new one."

Vincent only turned to face him, when he was completely behind him. Still, he circled. "I don't owe you anything. You were trying to destroy our planet. You had to be stopped."

Sephiroth merely shook his head, the silver main falling limp around his back. "That wasn't me."

Vincent turned to him again. "Like there's any other silver-haired psychopath running around, trying to destroy the planet."

In a flurry of silver and black, Vincent felt himself being pushed back, slammed into the wooden siding. He tensed, not from the fear of the attack, but the knowledge that, not only had the sound he made been loud, but from the realization that Kadaj and his brothers slept just on the other side of the wall.

Vincent lashed out with his claw, only to have it snatched, and pinned sharply against the side of the house. His blackened skin numbed under the firm grip of the spiritual body.

"Are you calling me a liar?"

Yellow started to swirl threateningly in the cloud of Vincent's red eyes. "Are you saying you're not?" He nearly growled.

The green eyes narrowed against the menacing gaze, not ever fazed by the ferocity that could make a normal man wet his pants. "No, I'm not. I hadn't been in charge of my body for a long time. It had been corrupted, changed, long before any of you came into the picture. My organs and blood replaced with one Jenova tainted cell after another, until my very soul was forced out of my own damn body."

The red eyes returned, widening in disbelief. He had never heard Sephiroth use his "mother's" name with such disdain.

"It took every bit of strength I had to keep from being sucked into the Lifestream, and try to reach my body." His eyes swirled with an odd black aura. "Before some idiots with a hero complex went and destroyed it."

Vincent gulped, a wave of guilt washing over him. It did seem like there was a less malevolent force following them. But that still didn't help his reasoning. He wasn't the one that'd killed him, it was Cloud. "You still haven't explained why you came to me. I wasn't the one that killed you."

The mood loosened, but his grip didn't. "Simple… you're the only one that can see me. Plus you are still the one that owes me the most."

"What?" The gunman's eyes widened again.

Sephiroth's head fell against his shoulder. "You failed me once before." His voice came out as no more than a strained sigh. "I figure you can use this opportunity to redeem yourself."

Vincent's heart sank heavily into his stomach, as the meaning and memories of those words began to sink in. "You remember that?" He heaved, fighting back the guilty tears.

"Of course I do. That's not an easy experience to forget." He stared back into those guilt ridden eyes. "No matter how much serum they pumped through my veins." Sephiroth leaned forward, wrapping his lips gently around Vincent's, forcing those red eyes to swirl golden once more. The demon's screamed in his head, telling him to shove him away. He didn't owe this brat anything. Send him into the Lifestream.

It'd be so easy. One fell swipe with his demon hand and he could rip Sephiroth to shreds. The man was made of pure energy, and easily dismembered by the arm so graciously bestowed on him. An arm that could rip apart any kind of spiritual matter, with enough strength behind it.

But the sorrow held behind those green eyes. Behind his voice. And the knowledge that he did fail him. He had promised, and lied.

He had to give in. There was a point where Vincent would've given Sephiroth anything he wanted.

However, his mind converted to the blonde pilot (hopefully) still sleeping in their bed. To the love and trust that'd formed between them. He couldn't betray that. Not even for Sephiroth. Not even if it was just a kiss. Vincent turned his head away, amazed that it was broken so easily.

The silver-haired swordsman sighed, his tingling grip adjusting against the still pinned wrist. His head fell back into the crook of Vincent's neck. "Say you'll help me?"

Vincent gulped, his human hand gently tugging with the long river of hair threaded though his fingers. "I can't just take off to search for a body for you. I have a family. They'd be worried."

Sephiroth's head snapped up, looking at the wall as if he could see through it. "That's right." The cat-slit eyes narrowed. "You've taken them in." He spat out the words as if they were porridge. "You're just one happy family now. I couldn't ask you to leave them behind, now could I?"

The accusing tone in his voice caused Vincent to tense, his face burning.

"I could always take one of their bodies."

The ex-Turks' heart froze against his breathing. "What?" He barely gasped.

"Yea." Sephiroth grinned at the new idea. "That could work. They are the closest thing I could get to my original body. And Kadaj has served me quite well in the past." Those menacing fangs glistened into Vincent's horror stricken face. "That way you'd never have to leave your precious family." His voice took a nearly childish mocking tone.

"Don't you dare touch them." Vincent growled his eyes taking a full change. Still the smug man was unfazed. Merely sneering at the rise in his emotions. "You don't want me to hurt your children? Then you'll help me."

Chaos growled at him again, not liking to be backed into a corner. Of all the dirty tricks. He had to revert to that one.

Sephiroth finally released him. "I'll give you three days to decide." He backed away, slowly. "Meet me in the mansion, when you do." His grin darkened with triumph. "I'll leave your boys alone, if you agree to help me. Just remember… " The grin dissolved into a menacing scowl. "I was the first one you declared as your son." With that, his wing spread high over his head, and he took off into the sky, with a force that nearly knocked Vincent off his feet.

A shower of feathers fell down around him, dissolving as they hit the ground. Vincent watched him, mulling over the conversation. He doubted he'd need three days.

AN: I'm sorta basing this on a series started on DA by Enide-Dear called "Family Bliss" where the Valenwinds have adopted the remnants. I had an idea for an addition to the little family, so figured I'd write my own... don't worry, I asked first.