Okay, since the computer is being rather weird, I'm giving you a double dose of chapter goodness! I am so happy to have a review! happy feet dance Some aurthors demand thousands of reviews... I am happy when just one comes in! sigh I am so easy to please it kills me sometimes...
C: Damn... I was hoping to do that.
V: She can hear you you know...
W: Thank you Vincent. But anyways, those who've read it here at home like it so far... yay! Read on!
V: Contrary to popular belief, she doens't own us... Thank the gods for that...
C: Amen.
Chapter Two
Some time had passed before either of the men could collectively think straight. They sat together leaning against the other's shoulder, talking of nothing and everything, all the while, passing the joint back and forth.
"Jiu hou wu de," sighed Vincent, putting his head fully on Cloud's shoulder. Cloud grunted and leaned his head against Vincent's, giving it a quick bump with his own before saying anything back.
"Fuck you." Vincent shifted and moaned, absently grabbing at Cloud's hand which held what remained of the cig.
"Would you?" he whispered, his voice dropping a register in his stoned condition. Cloud placed a kiss on the other man's forehead, running his hand over Vincent's normal right arm. Head still swimming, he sighed. There was something he was supposed to remember, something sad, but he couldn't think of it. He kissed the crown of black hair again, whispering into its glossy depths.
"Maybe… I don't know…." Vincent lifted his head and brushed his lips over Cloud's.
Dry and chapped, the man's breath wreaking of liquor and weed; not bad for the first kiss Vincent had received in a rather long time. Cloud pushed into the kiss, his mind still stewing in the red and black haze in his mind, trying to gain entrance to Vincent's mouth; his tongue wanting to run over the man's sharp canines. Vincent shifted his position, grabbing at the back of Cloud's head with his clawed arm.
Something moved in the tall yellow grass nearby. Vincent heard it first, then Cloud. They pulled apart and stood up. Vincent pulling Death Penalty out of its holster.
"Shit," mumbled Cloud. His swords remained sheathed in Fenrir, parked... somewhere; he just couldn't remember what direction it was in the dark. The two men stood rigid, listening to the rustling grass stirring around them.
"Zolom?" Cloud whispered, his eyes straining to see in the hazy darkness.
"Female." whispered Vincent, all lust gone from his voice. It was now the monotonous voice of his warrior self. Cloud tried shaking himself from his high, but had no such luck. A sick feeling brewed the in pit of his stomach.
"Vincent, I'm no good for fighting." Suddenly he bent over, heaving the contents of his stomach at his feet. Before Vincent could react, the Zolom was on them, her giant head reared and scaly hood spread out wide. Vincent fired a shot, aiming for the head but instead, planting the bullet into its scaly hood. He jumped off to the side, taking Cloud, still puking, with him, and dived into a roll, coming up on his feet some eight feet away. He took aim again only for a much larger target.
The bullet tore through the side of the beast's neck, deterring it for only a moment's time. Cloud managed to scramble away on his own, leaving Vincent to face the angry snake. Two more shots were all it took to slay it, its dying scream ringing in their ears.
Off in the short distance, Cloud's cell phone rang, its diminutive light shining bright in the darkness, reflecting off of Fenrir's body. Vincent half jogged to it, just picking it up from its holder when his own started to ring. He answered both at once.
"Hello?" On one line Barret yelled, on the other giggled Yuffie.
"Cloud you sorry ass son of a bitch! Why aren't you with Marlene?"
"Hey Vinnie, you wanna come over?" Vincent answered Barret first.
"Cloud is with me, umm, I'll send him home," he hung up. "Yuffie, what's the matter?" Vincent watched Cloud walk up next to him and take his cell from the seat of the bike flipping it open and dialing a number.
"I better get the fuck home before Barret gets too pissed," he grumbled as he waited for the line to pick up. Vincent ignored him, listening to Yuffie giggling on the phone.
"Come on Vinnie, I just want you to come over. We could watch a movie or cuddle or something…" Vincent felt sick suddenly. He looked over at Cloud who was talking to Marlene.
"I can't Yuffie. I'm helping Cloud with Marlene tonight."
He watched as Cloud shot him a glance. Vincent hung up his phone and moved Cloud aside from the bike, the blonde still apologizing to the little girl on the phone.
"I'll be home soon," mumbled Cloud as he watched Vincent mount his bike. He hung up.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Taking you home. You still can't drive, so get on."
Cloud shook his head of spiky blond hair and mounted the bike, wrapping his arms around Vincent's waist. The headlight flicked into life as Vincent turned the ignition.
V: snickers Cloud's the bitch!
C: I am not!
W: Boys! Stop fighting! And Vincent! Give me that cig!!!!
Chapter Three
"Marlene! I'm home." Cloud called as he fiddled with the lock and key. Marlene greeted Vincent and Cloud as they walked in the door. Her brown hair hung loose behind her, spilling over her white nightie. She hugged Vincent before quickly scolding Cloud.
"I was worried about you Cloud. I thought you got hurt." She looked up at him, staring into his confused blue eyes, "but it's okay. I forgive you. I see you're home safe now." She wrapped him in a tight hug and ran into the living room.
"She's growing up so fast," commented Vincent. Cloud nodded and put a hand behind his head, looking down at the floor.
"So, uh you wanna sit down or something?" Vincent smiled as he felt a tug at his cloak. Marlene stood with a hairbrush and scrunchi in hand.
"Vincent, can you braid my hair?" Vincent nodded and followed her into the living room. Cloud walked into the bathroom, the shower turning on minutes later.
Vincent sat on the edge of the couch with Marlene sitting on the floor between his knees. Taking the brush from her, he slowly ran it through her hair, carefully smoothing it down with his metallic claw. He started at the top of her head, taking three strands and starting the braid. Up and over, left to right; up and over, right to left. Marlene sat as still as she could, watching the movie playing on the television. She let out a yawn.
"Vincent?"
"Yes?" he felt her lean back against his legs.
"Why is Cloud so sad?" Vincent thought of how to reply.
"I'm not sure. It might be that he misses Tifa." Marlene relaxed against him, her mind deep in thought. Vincent finished the braid, reaching over her shoulder for the yellow scrunchi.
"Done," he let go of her hair and leaned back into the couch. He noticed her eyes were glued to the TV and took in what she was watching. It looked like a high end action movie. The hero was a tall black haired woman with a katana and a tight leather outfit. The apparent villain was a man with long white hair and a black tattoo on his face. He wielded a long slender saber and wore tight leather pants.
"Marlene, what is this?" he watched as the two characters fought on screen.
"Ito." She sat mesmerized, not saying anything else. Cloud walked into the living room wearing blue pajama pants, his hair wet and flat on his head.
"What's she watching?"
"Ito." Cloud nodded.
"Marlene, it's past your bedtime, you can watch the rest of it tomorrow after school."
"Will you pick me up tomorrow?" Cloud looked at the TV screen, slightly embarrassed that he neglected her so much in one day.
"I promise." Marlene hopped up onto her feet and gave both men a hug each. She skipped to her bedroom, shutting the door after saying goodnight.
"So," Cloud sat down on the couch next the black haired being," about earlier…"
"What about it?" Vincent's tone was cold, expecting the bad.
"Thanks… for killing the Zolom… and driving me home," he watched Vincent's face and body for any change in posture. He fiddled with the fabric of his pants, trying to think of something to say. "So um…you still wanna…" he couldn't say it. He couldn't even believe he was thinking about it. He looked Vincent in the eye, his pulse racing.
Vincent was no longer impaired by the drugs. He looked at Cloud's face. Underneath the surface of those mako eyes, all was in turbulence. He was about to deny him when the blond placed a slow tender kiss on his lips. This time, they were moist and full, tasting of tooth paste and lip balm.
Vincent felt a hand lightly press against his crotch, massaging it in an arousing manor. He shuddered into the kiss, pressing back against Cloud's lips. Suddenly he pulled back, unsure if he really wanted this. Cloud felt similar but would rather go on than relive the remembered embarrassment he suffered with Cid after Tifa had died.
"Vincent," his voice was a pleading whisper, his eyes an ocean of sadness and raw rejection. Vincent stood in a blur of black and red, turning away from him towards the kitchen. Cloud managed not to let his tears escape at the sight of the vampire leaving the room without a word.
"Fucking tease…" he grumbled as he stood from the couch. He grabbed the remote from the table and turned off the television, throwing the control across the room. The kitchen light blinked out, and in the darkness, Cloud suddenly felt two strong arms holding his own, restraining them from any more of an outburst. Anger still circulated through his veins, hot and sticky with anticipation of rejection.
"I'm not leaving you Cloud," he whispered roughly into the blond's ear. Slowly, he caressed the thicker man's abdomen, running his fleshy fingers over the hard surface. It was soft enough for a lover's touch but hard enough to injure a fist. He rubbed his head on those broad shoulders, nuzzling his face into Cloud's neck, enjoying the intimate touch that he'd been so long without.
"The bedroom." Cloud breathed sharply as he felt Vincent nip at the flesh on the side of his neck. Vincent couldn't help what his instincts begged him to do. He swept the heavy blond off his feet and crept past Marlene's bedroom to the last room on the left.
The room was barren. A simple queen size bed, a chest of drawers and a bedside table with a lamp made up the decor, and above it all, a black ceiling fan. Vincent laid the man on the bed gently, feeling as if he'd done this many times before… only with another in the blond's place. He lay next to him, watching as Cloud's hands reached out almost hysterically to undo his red cloak.
Cloud worked the cloak loose, letting it fall from the man's shoulders. Still unsure, he adopted a milder pace. Leisurely he moved his body over on top of Vincent's, straddling his hips. The look of lust in Vincent's eyes was slightly unsettling. Cloud mentally urged himself forward. This was just like fucking Tifa. This was just like making love to Aris. He mentally kicked himself for those thoughts but went onwards.
Carefully, he removed Vincent's shirt and holsters, placing them a safe distance away. Shirtless and cloakless, Vincent looked like a deathly angel, pale and fragile, yet hard as stone. He ran his hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of the light sprinkling of black chest hair that graced the man's upper abdomen. Hesitantly, he bent over the man and flicked his tongue over a nipple, causing it to harden almost immediately. A slight moan escaped Vincent's lips; so quiet and so natural. Cloud bit down softly, causing Vincent's back to arch. Underneath him, he could feel Vincent's erection pressing against him. His own was aching in anticipation. Vincent reached for the blond's pants, slipping his erection out over the elastic band into the open.
Sitting up, he pushed Cloud over between his legs, his normal hand wrapping around the exposed penis in a firm grip. He dove into a bruising kiss, his claw arm supporting his body. Their tongues intermingled wildly, feeling each other out. Vincent still gripped Cloud's cock in his hand, slowly running his hand up and down its thick shaft, causing pre-cum to ooze forth from its smooth head. Vincent rubbed his thumb in it, spreading it about over the fleshy head, causing fire to run through Cloud's nerve endings. Cloud moaned, the sensation so strong it almost hurt.
Breaking the kiss, Vincent trailed his tongue down Cloud's abdomen to his erection. Carefully, he took it into his mouth, unsure of how Cloud would react. The moan that tore through the man's body was certainly enough for him. Slowly he started sucking, eerie of his canines. Cloud moaned again, louder. Vincent pulled up alarmed, placing a quick kiss on the blond's lips.
"Shh, you'll wake Marlene."
"I can't help it. Keep this up and I'll come. Damn it, Vincent. I want to fuck you." his voice was a hurried whisper which caught in his throat when Vincent placed his clawed hand on the young man's chest, scratching downwards, leaving red welts in their wake. Cloud's rushed mumbling ceased and he shut his eyes tight at the tingling sensations.
"God Vincent, let me have you… please." An idea came to the older man, now toying with the golden blond pubic hair that grew about the base of the man's penis.
"Only if I may have you in return to satisfy my needs."
(A/N: Insert really hot passionate love scene because the writer is getting really lazy and can't stop thinking about hot guys with REALLY LONG hair……COUGHDRAGONFORCECOUGH)
Thanks! R&R! Hope you liked them! Oh, and Ito, that's just something I made up... atleast I don't think it's real... yeah.
