Here is some Sephy Vincent goodness. It's kind of sad. Hope you all like. Two chapters in one hour! Yay! I don't own Final Fantasy VII.

When Vincent woke that morning, he immediately noticed something was wrong. Genesis was gone. His usual presence to his left was gone and he sat up, surprised he had no woken and heard the other man leave.

"Don't worry," Sephiroth said softly.

Vincent looked down at him but the silver haired man had his back turned and anyone else would've been fooled that he was still sleeping. "Where did he go?"

"Angeal died today, a long time ago. He'll want to be alone," Sephiroth said, still not turning to look at him.

"I see."

Vincent left it at that, laying back down and staring at the ceiling with crimson eyes. He knew Angeal was very important to both Genesis and Sephiroth; Genesis had mentioned his past relationship with the other SOLDIER and ended up getting a faraway look in his eyes.

"Do you miss him?" he asked into the silence.

"Yes."

The soft admission was full of more emotion than Sephiroth had ever expressed and Vincent turned, wrapping an arm around Sephiroth's slim waist and pulling him a little closer, but only a little. He wasn't fully comfortable with the man yet and he wasn't sure how to comfort him other than holding him. Sephiroth barely moved, only shifting his hand to cover Vincent's, fingers twining with his flesh ones.

"What was he like?" Vincent asked quietly.

"All dreams and honor. But like Genesis and I, believed he was a monster. He never realized he was closer to an angel than any other human," Sephiroth whispered. "Maybe in death he did."

"I regret not meeting him."

"Being in a coffin hinders that," Sephiroth commented dryly.

A small smirk touched Vincent's lips at Sephiroth's light humor. "I suppose it does. When will Genesis be back?"

"When he is done."

"I can understand that."

"Lucrecia," Sephiroth guessed.

"Would you like to see her?" Vincent asked, moving his hand to stroke Sephiroth's side.

Sephiroth trembled, something Vincent hadn't expected. "Yes."

"I'll go get ready."

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Vincent stood near the entrance of the cave, watching Sephiroth step closer to the crystalline coffin that trapped his mother forever in her beauty. Without a care, the man stepped through the shallow water, reaching out with his hand and pressing it softly against the material.

This is my mother, Sephiroth thought. My true mother. He felt the need to touch her suddenly, feel the soft skin of her cheek, just to make sure she was real. Instead he stared at her, examining her lips, her gentle cheek bones, her closed eyes. His eyes widened when he saw tears begin to race down from the closed lids and he stepped back, shocked.

Vincent stood behind him then, approaching without the ex-general hearing, and now he held Sephiroth gently in his arms. Sephiroth shook as he stared at the woman, tears racing down her face even though she never moved, not a twitch of her eyelids, lips, or hands.

"She's…crying."

"She loves you," Vincent whispered, holding Sephiroth closer. "She loves her son."

Sephiroth trembled harder in Vincent's arms for a reason he could not comprehend. "Mother…"

"It's okay," Vincent said soothingly. "She loves you."

Sephiroth had no idea how Vincent knew what he was thinking, what he was afraid of. He was afraid that his mother was crying, defying all the laws of the Planet, crying because she was disgusted wit him, disgusted with him for causing her death. But no…she was crying because she loved him. His knees grew weak and he slipped through Vincent's grasp, falling to his knees in the water as he stared up at Lucrecia.

Vincent slipped down beside him, ignoring the coldness of the water seeping through his pants and into his skin, concerned only for his lover. He held Sephiroth close as the ex-general began to cry. The man who was said to have no emotions cried. It was silent, not a whimper issued, just a soft shaking and tears slipping down his cheeks.

"She loves me…" he said, voice wavering.

"Yes, she does. No one is disappointed in you anymore," Vincent said quietly.

He released Sephiroth when the man began to get to his feet, moving to stand beside him. Sephiroth stepped closer to the crystal, pressing his palms flat against it and then suddenly pressing his lips once to the cold stone before pulling away and turning his back to the image.

Vincent took his hand and guided him towards the entrance of the cave and by the time they emerged into the sunlight, Sephiroth's tears were gone and he had regained his composure.

"Will you be alright?" Vincent asked quietly.

"Yes. I will be just fine."

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Genesis was not home when they returned, and neither were Zack or Cloud. The two moved into the bedroom and Sephiroth sat down on the edge of the bed, quickly getting rid of his shoes, Vincent doing the same.

"You loved her, correct?" Sephiroth asked.

"Yes. A long time ago," Vincent said.

"Was she…nice?"

"Nicest woman that ever lived," Vincent said quietly. "I didn't deserve her. It is why I didn't get her."

"You have me."

Vincent turned to look at Sephiroth, looking him in the eyes and then shifting forward, capturing his lips. Sephiroth allowed himself to be pushed back onto the bed as Vincent slipped on top of him, pressing their bodies together and losing himself in the taste of the other man.

Sephiroth's fingers threaded through his hair, moved down his back, stroking gently. They parted for a breath of air and then kissed again, the meeting of lips remaining chaste, both understanding that it was more for comfort than anything else. Vincent wasn't sure when he had started to love the man but now he knew he did and as Sephiroth rolled them over so he was on top, he found he wouldn't have it any other way.

Finally, they broke away, Sephiroth's hair creating the perfect curtain to shield them from the rest of the world.

"I…love you," Vincent said quietly.

"I love you as well, Vincent Valentine."