Angels and Roses

Ch.2

Morning came, light filtering through the black silk curtains of Vincent's room. It danced upon the hair of the sleeping pair. Tidus was curled up against Vincent's side, and Vincent had his arm across Tidus's body. There was a ring (*End Battle Theme from FFVII*), and Tidus groggily reached and grabbed his cell phone from his pant's pocket.

"Ummm....Hello?" said Tidus, tiredly. "Who is it?"

"It's your mother, " said his mom. "Where are you?"

"Umm...I'm still at Vincent's house, I kinda fell asleep while we were talking..."

"Well, you're lucky it's a weekend, so you can stay there for as long as you like. Why don't you invite him over tonight?"

"That's sounds like a good idea! I can make dinner for us all."

"Let's do that...tell your friend when he gets up, that he's invited to our house tonight."

"Okay, thanks mom, bye!" He hung up the phone and threw it on the pile of clothes that laid on the floor. Tidus crawled back up the sheets, and laid back down on Vincent, waking him up.

"W-what do you want?" he asked groggily.

"Nothing, just go back to sleep, or we can..." he let the sentence hang, giving Vincent the privilege to fill in the blank. Tidus growled seductively, and started nibbling on Vincent's neck and shoulders. Vincent's mind became clearer now, being pulled to the surface of the waking world by Tidus's bites.

"Jeez, you're ready to do that this early in the morning, and it being your first time?" Vincent questioned "You're a beast!"

"Well, I'm your beast, if that makes you feel any better," Tidus said, with a huge grin on his face. "But my hips kinda hurt."

"That it does." Vincent responded, feeling himself grow harder with all the arousing thoughts of the previous night. "Oh, yeah...the hip thing's going to get worse, I think I might have bruised them."

"Thanks..." said Tidus sarcastically. "At least I know now what to expect when we do this again."

"Again?" asked Vincent, with a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean?" Tidus stared pointedly down at the bulge in Vincent's pajama bottoms. Vincent blushed slightly, a pale rose on his ivory skin. "Hehe...I guess you're right."

"That's what I was thinking..." said Tidus.

"But, can't we at least go take a shower first," asked Vincent mock-pleadingly. "We never cleaned up from last night, and I think there's something on my leg."

"Or we could just do it in the shower..." said Tidus, pulling on the experience that told him that everything's more fun with water running down your body. "It might be fun..." Vincent nodded, and they got up from the bed and started down his stairs. "Hey Vince, won't your parents wake up and find us walking through the house naked?"

"No," Vincent said. "They don't wake up until later in the day." A lot later, he thought to himself.

"Hey, Vince," said Tidus. "I forgot to ask you if you wanted to come over to my house ton-" He stopped in mid-sentence, when he passed by an open door. Vincent kept walking, apparently in his own little world, and with a glassy look to his eyes. Tidus quickly took a peek inside the door, and what he saw took his breath away. There was the most beautiful statue of an angel that he had ever seen, her body wrapped around with ivy leaves and thorns around her head, like a crown. The statur looked as if it would come to life and and walk off of its marble pedistal. He walked into the room and saw that it was lit with a million candles, each depicting a different person, whose images were carved delicately into the very wax of the candle. At the base of the statue, he saw that there was a runed coated silver chalice, silver plate, and a lightly smoking stick of incense. Walking a little closer, he saw that the chalice was half-full with a thick, dark liquid that he couldn't identify, and on the plate were three black roses, tied with a silver piece of ribbon. There were sheaves of parchment with all sorts of strange scripts and mysterious symbols. He picked up one, which was written in Latin, one of the classes that he had taken at his old school, and started to read. The parchment read:

When the sun and moon are known together,

So shall wake the Dawn's bright daughter.

Take the rose of the spawn of Night,

And dip them in the crimson Light.

To thee that wills this thing to be,

True love you will have to see.

For the Angel does not reveal her secrets,

To those who do not know the Joy of Life.

Speak thy true desire before the splendor of Love,

And thy heart's desire will be granted to thee.

Tidus noticed that there were all forms of almanacs and astronomical guides opened to the index of solar eclipses. He found the date for the next one, and quickly memorized it. He set the parchment back down with the other ones, back in its original place. Tidus walked out of the room, and down the hall to look for Vincent and the showers. He saw Vincent stick his head out of one of the doors at the far end of the hall.

"Hurry up, Tidus," he yelled. "The water's going to get cold!" Tidus picked up the pace, and was greeted with a naked Vincent and a candle-lit room with the light aroma of roses hanging in the air.

"Wow, this bathroom is huge!" exclamed Tidus, in awe. The bathtub was big enough for at least ten people, and was filled to the brim with water and soap. Vincent walked over to the edge of the tub and slid in, barely disturbing the surface of the water. "Oh, before I forget, would you like to come over to my house tonight, for dinner?" Tidus sat on the edge of the tub, looking away, to study the designs of the wall and ceiling, and he didn't notice that the blood drained out of Vincent's face, and he was looking very nervous.

Oh no.....what am I going to do? Vincent thought to himself. I can't tell him that I'm a vampire, I just can't. What am I going to do? He said to Tidus, "Sure, I'll come over, I'd like to meet your mom." Tidus turned around, his face beaming with joy. What have I done? If I eat anything, I'll just throw it back up, and if he sees me throw it back up, then he'll think I'm bulemic as well as a cutter. Then, he won't want to be with me anymore. And...I-I couldn't take that. He smiled back forcedly. "What time to you want me to come over?"

"Well....I was hoping that you would come over with me when I go home today." He looked at Vincent hopefully, and Vincent shook his head.

"Sorry....I have a few things that I have to do before I come over...I also have to go buy some groceries for the house, and some other things..." Tidus looked crest-fallen, so Vincent pulled on his arm and motioned towards the water. "Come on....the water's nice." Tidus fell backwards gently into the water and emerged next to Vincent.

"Water's a little to cool for my liking." said Tidus. He pointed at the water with his index finger and drew a jagged symbol in the air, a flame with an oval over top of it. "Ignis aqus." he muttered. There was a shimmer over top of the water and then a light steam started floating off of it. "Much better now, eh Vince?" Vincent nodded, and relaxed into the tub, the water up to his chin.

"So, Vince, how long have you been living in this town?"

"Since I was born." he said. "My family has lived in this place for an extremely long time, even in this particular house." He gestured at the walls and ceiling. "My ancestors raised this house from the very ground with powerful magic, some say that they used magics that are now considered forbidden by the Council of Sages."

"The Council of Sages? What's that?" asked Tidus.

"Well..from what I know, they're the force that governs the use of magic in the world...they decide what's forbidden and what's not. I don't know much else than that, they're a secretive group." said Vincent.

"Oh, okay." said Tidus, a mischevious grin appearing on his face "Hmm...so we're here in this nice, warm bath. What d'ya think we should do?" He moved closer to Vincent, almost sitting on top of him. Running his finger down Vincent's body, he felt him shiver. "Cold? Do you need warmed up a bit?" He reached down between Vincent's legs and gave his semi-erect member a couple of pumps. It instantly hardened in his hand. "Oh, is that better?" said Tidus seductively, listening to Vincent's groans of pleasure. Vincent turned and looked at him, his eyes fiery and lustful. He grabbed Tidus by the waist and lifted him out of the water. He then threw him over his shoulder and started walking down the hall, heading back to his bedroom, while dripping water on the floor, the spots looking like drops of blood on the red carpet.

They came to Vincent's bedroom, where Tidus was thrown onto the bed. Vincent lept on top of him and grabbed both of his legs and spread them apart. "This might hurt a little, but just relax and it'll be okay." Hmm...the water should be lubricant enough...so I shouldn't need that...well...here we go. First he stuck one finger into Tidus. He moved it around a little searching, until he found it. Vincent poked and Tidus arched backwards giving out a muffled cry. He then proceeded with two, then three fingers until he thought that Tidus was loose enough. He positioned himself in front of Tidus's opening and thrust himself in.

"Ow...that hurts." whimpered Tidus, tears in his eyes, "But it feels so damn good."

"Are you okay, Tidus?" asked Vincent, "If you don't want to keep going, we can stop right now, and forget about it."

Tidus shook his head and said, "No...no, you're already in me...we might as well keep going."

"Okay, if it's alright with you." said Vincent, as he started to slowly thrust into Tidus.

"Vince, harder!" moaned Tidus "I want you to fuck me harder!"

"Okay, okay....jeez aren't we bossy," said Vincent, with a mischevious grin on his face. "I guess...." He started thrusting harder, making Tidus cry out with pleasure.

"Damn it...enough...talk....FUCK ME!!!" yelled Tidus as Vincent thrust in him one last time and came. "Oh my God...." He turned around and gave Vincent an exausted kiss on the lips before he slumped on the bed, out cold.

"My sweet Tidus," Vincent murmured as he nestled his face into the back of Tidus's neck. There he noticed for the first time that Tidus had a tattoo of a vibrant red rose between his shoulders. "Wow...how could I have missed that?" He then remembered a fortune-telling from an old seer of his family. Her words were:

The Golden red Rose will illuminate the path to the truth that you seek.

He also remembered that this was the last prediction that the old seer had made before her untimely death from a silver blade in the chest. Could this be what I seek?

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