Summary: Jenova takes her chances with taking over Cloud, but not in the way he expected. More is also revealed about Vincent. Enjoy!


Vincent sat on the roof after he was sure no one was going to come out of the house, not really understanding his apprehension of seeing Cloud's superiors. Boyfriends, if he was going to set himself right. When Cloud had looked at him that morning, he had saw what was in the blonde's eyes, and something inside him had responded. If he didn't know that Cloud already had four other men, he would have made his move right then. He sighed, staring off into the bright moonlight as it rose above the trees. He had listened as Cloud told them the incredible tale of how he had met Jenova, and what he had learned from the alien woman. Surprisingly, they all took it quite well, especially when Jenova spoke up herself and confirmed the words.

The moonlight shattered across the snow that surrounded the two-story house, and he felt as though it reflected his mood perfectly. He had been listening to the men below talk, laugh, and share humorous stories with Cloud's mother. Her laughter rang out, and he could hear it perfectly even though the thick wooden walls. It was the clear, pure happy tone that made him smile time after time. It reminded him of Lucrecia's laughter. The woman he had let down, the woman he had loved. Sephiroth's mother.

Most of the story Cloud had said was true. He had pissed off his partner, who was also his superior at the time, and was assigned to bodyguard the new scientist for ShinRa, Dr. Hojo. While doing his job as a Turk, he had fallen in love with Lucrecia Crescent, Hojo's assistant, but he had never told her, though he was positive she had known. Despite his wishes and begging, she married Hojo, and soon after she became pregnant. Hojo had seen it as a perfect opportunity to implement a new experiment he wanted to try, with the specimen he and his fellow scientist Dr. Gast had found in the Northern Crater. She had been reluctant at first, but somehow her mind had been changed. He still remembered that fateful argument, after which he had become an experiment himself.

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"He is my husband, and I will not have you speaking ill about him Vincent Valentine!" she thundered at him, and he stared at her in shock.

"Lucrecia, you must see that he is using you and your child as an experiment! He doesn't love you!" he yelled back, and found that tears had coated his bottom lashes. She had only shaken her head, turning away and cradling her rounded belly protectively.

"He loves us Vincent," she said coldly, and the look he saw in her eyes was one that he never expected to see from the warm, caring woman. They were flat, emotionless. "You just don't understand what a genius he is. I understand that, and I am sorry that your mind is so weak that you cannot see that what we do is for the benefit of mankind." On the verge of opening his mouth, a shot rang out, and he looked down at his chest in shock. Touching the blood that was pouring from the perfect hole in his heart, he turned slowly, and faced Hojo.

"You bastard," he whispered, before collapsing to his knees, then falling onto his face. The last thing he remembered before his world became nothing but pain, was Hojo's voice.

"Have him moved to one of the rooms, and don't let him die. Dr. Gast has something he wants to try…" But he did die, and was revived only to scream his voice hoarse day after day.

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He shivered, and it wasn't from the gentle, cold wind that was whispering through the mountains. He remembered waking up only once after he was put into that coffin, sick in mind and body, with only one idea on his mind. He would take Lucrecia and her child, and get them away from the sick hands of Hojo. He had woken, only to find her dead, and after he learned that, he had gone back into stasis, not even sparing a thought to the silver haired youth he had seen strapped to a table, screaming as loudly as he once had. Much to his shame, he didn't care about the boy. All he could think about was that he had let her down, because he knew he had the strength to take her away from it all, and he never did.

Sighing, he brought both knees up to his chest, returning his gaze to the moon above. Sephiroth, the General, the Demon of Wutai, was in the house below him, and every now and then he could hear the deep, masculine laughter of the man. He seemed happy with his life, and Vincent could only hope that it was true, for her sake.

He stayed that way long into the night, until the deep, even breathing from those in the house all settled into the rhythm of sleep. Well, except for two of them. He winced in sympathy at the soft bang he heard, as Cloud giggled softly, asking Sephiroth if he was alright. Replying that he was fine, that his head was harder then the wall, caused Cloud to laugh again, before dissolving into nearly silent moans and gasps.

Chaos, please get me out of here, Jenova said in his mind, and he rose an eyebrow with a sardonic smile.

What's wrong Calamity? A little sex between men has you uneasy? He smirked at her humph of disgust.

I have no problem with that. I have a problem being in the house with them. He snickered softly, before deciding to take pity on the blade lady. He slipped silently into the house and retrieved the blade from next to the door, before climbing back onto the roof, the blade set next to him. Awkward thanks was given by the woman, and he only nodded, returning his gaze and thoughts back towards the moon.

Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he turned, seeing all four wolves standing at attention. They were staring into the wood, their hackles raised and lips curled in silent snarls. As one they slinked into the shadows, effectively disappearing. Curious, he took a running leap from the house and landed in the trees, swiftly jumping from one to another in his efforts to catch up to them. It didn't take him long, and when he did find them they were almost half a mile into the woods, flat to the ground as they stared into a small clearing. He watched as their eyes flickered back and forth, ears twitching, and he found something interesting, but not surprising. Their eyes glowed with mako, but being born in this region, where there was an abundance of natural mako, it didn't surprise him. He watched as they crept silently into the clearing, before stopping and growling loudly, forming a circle so they faced all directions.

Vincent stopped from twitching in fear only by a great feat of will. A howl came from directly below him, and he looked down in time to see electricity sparking from the tips of tentacles, and it was as though it started a chain reaction. All through the woods electricity started to crackle, his eyes went wide as the entire underbrush for what seemed like a mile started to glow. He started to count, but lost track after 100. Ah shit, he thought, jumping down into the clearing with the wolves. When he tried to stay at the edge, Jaz growled at him and grabbed his pants with her teeth, pulling him so he stood in the middle of them. He stared at her a moment, wondering exactly how intelligent these animals were, before the woods were alive with howls.

Jenova, he called with his mind, with the part of him that was Chaos. He felt a sleepy answer, even as he pulled out Cerberus, his gun, and made sure it was loaded, never taking his eyes off the surrounding mutations. Wake up Cloud, if you will.

Why should I do anything for you, Destroyer? She hissed, laughing with malicious amusement when he growled. I made no promises to help you, no vows. I would watch you die if I could. He smirked slightly, black creeping into the edges of his eyes, as the red took on a distinct yellow cast.

I am with his wolves, surrounded by mutated beasts, over two hundred of them. He felt her surprise, then cold calculation.

Remind me why I would bother Cloud with this? He barely knows you, and there are other wolves in the woods that he can find and grow. He cocked his gun as one became brave enough to poke its head out into the moonlit clearing, and he took aim directly at its forehead, his eyes now pure black, with a ring of glowing yellow where red used to be.

Because you know I won't die. I will bring this mutated army to his doorstep, and I will make sure he knows who it was that refused to help. I will make sure he knows who it was that let his precious wolves die out here, because they were protecting his family.

You wouldn't… her voice was a soft whisper, shocked and fearful. He smirked wickedly, turning swiftly and putting a bullet through the head of a very foolish creature. He looked over the barrel of the gun, but it wasn't the woods he was seeing. It was a small, female blue creature with red eyes and silver hair.

Oh but I would Calamity, Killer of Worlds. If I had my choice, you would already be in that volcano, or so deep in the ocean that the very pressure of the water would crush you. And I would laugh. He smiled at the vision as he felt his cape begin to flap behind him, as the wind was called to his form. It happened anytime he drew deeply on the Chaos being that lived inside him, because out of all the beasts, this one had the strongest personality, and took the most control to handle. He watched as her eyes opened wide in pure terror, and he heard her echoing calls for Cloud and the others through his mind, as he turned and began to rapid fire his gun, even as the wolves tore through the monsters. They had gotten over their fear of the one man and four wolves, and were attacking en masse now.

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With each drop of blood that was spilt by the blade, with each warm drop that landed on his skin, hissing when encountering the heated surface, something shifted in him. Each cut sang a song of blood and death up his arm and through his body, and his own thrill of battle was only added by Jenova's. It wasn't until he noticed blood seeping into the blade and disappearing, that he truly understood that her species were true warriors. They drank the blood of their enemy, and he found himself licking his lips, tasting the glittering red drops that coated them. He shivered in the moonlight, standing in a circle of his own melted snow, steam floating off his body and making the light shatter into thousands of tiny crystals around him.

He couldn't describe how he was feeling. The thrill of battle, the adrenaline flowing through him, the very feel of the cold against his skin. It sensitized his entire being, and he found himself panting in his own circle of melted snow, his hands clenching and releasing on their own, and he didn't even noticed when the blade began to flicker with red lightning.

Jenova had seen her chance, but she was also drunk on the thrill of battle and victory, and only had one thing in mind, and it was the same as his. Flashes of images of their mating rituals went through her mind, the bloody, powerful, satisfying sex, and she almost whimpered with need. Cloud jerked when her need slammed into his, the images of her ideas of sex flashing through his mind, and making him stagger backwards into a tree.

He stared out into the world, and he didn't even try to keep Jenova from entering his mind. She didn't try to take over, she just…melded their minds together. He was still there, he knew he was, and in complete control of his body, but that body was trembling with the force of their combined lusts. Oh Gaia, he thought hazily as the four wolves, sensing his distress, walked over and settled into a semi-circle around him. He wanted to shove her back out of his mind, but he couldn't find the energy to do it. He was burning, and he needed to find a way to cool it before he disappeared into dust. What he didn't know, and what Vincent noticed from across the clearing, was that the blonde's pupils had turned to slits, the elliptical blackness now surrounded by a crimson red. The same color as her eyes.

Without knowing that he was doing it, Cloud tilted his head up to the sky and howled. He poured his lusts and longings into the song, as the wolves joined him, melding their voices into a sensual harmony. Something brushed up against his back as he finished his song, and in a single fluid circle, he turned, grabbed the person by their neck, and without stopping his movement, he slammed them down onto the ground. He stared down at Vincent with slitted eyes, one hand pressing down on his chest while the other held the blade to his neck. He was straddling the man, one knee on the ground, the other supporting the elbow that held the blade. He smiled slightly when the barrels of the shotgun was pressed to his temple. Cloud knew that none of his lovers would dare approach him while he was in the mood he was in. The last time, he had almost sent Sephiroth to the medical ward. Granted, he had gotten as good as he gave, but he knew Seph didn't want a repeat of that experience so soon.

"How did you get volunteered to try and tame me?" he purred, and he only blinked once when he realized that he voice was impossibly deep and hoarse. Jenova was purring with cruel cunning, and he knew she was seeing the yellow and black warring with the red in the eyes of the man below him. He then understood that somehow, Vincent and Jenova were connected. He could feel her wanting to try her strength again him…no. Not against Vincent. An image floated through his mind, and it was enough for him to ease up on the blade, though he didn't remove it.

"So that's Chaos," he said softly, and Vincent twitched in surprise. The image he had seen of Vincent in Jenova's prison, with the wings and horns, was Chaos. According to Jenova, this man had several beasts inside him, courtesy of Hojo. Chaos was the one most connected with the Planet though. Through the memories of the Cetra she had taken over, Jenova knew all about Chaos, and now Cloud did as well.

"No one is to know," Vincent growled, his eyes flashing dangerously as his finger put pressure on the trigger. Cloud's own eyes flashed as he pressed the blade deeper into the smooth neck below him, drawing a thin line of blood. At the smell of his own blood, Vincent's eyes turned purely black and yellow, the air around them starting to stir with an unnatural wind. Cloud felt his blood start to thrum again with battle readiness, as yellow and black, stared heatedly into blue and red. Something flashed in Vincent's eyes, and the gun was dropped to the snow. Just as quickly, his gloved hand was buried in Cloud's hair, yanking him down for a bruising kiss.

Cloud pulled back after a moment, panting. The kiss was enough of a shock that he was brought back to himself completely, and shoved Jenova out of his mind. As soon as he did, he almost collapsed onto Vincent, his vision going blurry, as with the last of his strength he threw the blade away from him, embedding it deep into a snow bank. Pushing himself away from Vincent, he landed heavily on his ass, and lay back in the snow, starting to shiver as fear started pushing back the desire. He had very nearly let Jenova take over him completely, willingly. He knew if that happened, he would have a very hard time getting his own mind back. He opened eyes that were back to their normal blue when a shadow fell across him, and he tried to smile into the normal red eyes looking down at him with concern. Vincent rested his metal hand against his cheek, and Cloud turned gratefully into it, trying to take the cold of the metal into his body to crush what remained of the heat inside him.

"Cloud?" Vincent asked softly. He couldn't explain what made him care about the shivering form below him. Hearing the stories from his mother, and those men that lived with him, had painted a picture of a calm, collected adult, who went out of his way to help, and take care of those he considered friends and loves. He had also heard the quiet conversation between Genesis and his mother, asking Elaine about how Cloud had developed the temper he had. For a child to go through what Cloud had, at the hands of his own father, had made him burn with rage. If the man had been alive, Vincent probably would have gone and killed him. His heart tripped when Cloud smiled slightly up at him.

"I couldn't let the first time for us be controlled by two monsters," he said dryly, and Vincent couldn't help but laugh softly. He supposed that Jenova and Chaos could be considered monsters. Vincent stood and held out a hand, which Cloud took and pulled him up. The blue eyes went slightly cross-eyed as he staggered and almost fell, Vincent easily sweeping him up in his arms. Cloud let himself relax slowly, as Vincent walked over to the four men, with the wolves following them, watching Cloud with anxious eyes.

"How did you manage to get the short straw and try to snap me out of it?" Cloud mumbled, feeling exhausted. He heard Sephiroth chuckle softly, and then felt the mans hand run through his hair, using his thumb to caress his cheek. He leaned into the touch, smiling slightly.

"He volunteered actually. He seemed to know what was going on, so we let him take charge," Sephiroth added, and Cloud nodded, yawning again. He found the energy to smack Vincent on the chest, smirking when the man looked down. He pointed a thumb at Sephiroth, and yawned again before saying what he needed to.

"He needs to know, especially if your going to be living with us," he said, yawning again at the end. Vincent raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly behind the collar of his cape.

"What makes you think I would live with you, Cloud?" The blonde shivered slightly at the smooth, deep voice, then smiled. He held out his arms to Sephiroth, and was swept into the long limbs, snuggling into the breadth of the chest that he knew so well. He turned his head to look at Vincent, and he knew that Sephiroth was looking as well, probably with the same predatory stare, if the desire rekindling in the red eyes was an indication.

"Ya really think we're gonna let ya go, now that we have ya?" Cloud smirked at the widening of the eyes, and the definite light of interest there. Then he hardened his eyes, his smirk turning decidedly evil. "Besides, you're our key ta bring'n Hojo down. Ya wanna be tere for that, right?" Now it was Vincent's turn to smile evilly, his hand resting on the hilt of his gun.

"Oh yes," the gunman purred, and they all smiled wickedly. Oh it was going to be fun when they got back to Midgar.


I apologize to AbsentMindedDreamer. I promised smut, and there was only a little in there. *evil grin* Next chapter they return to Midgar, with Vincent in tow. I will earn that Sephy plushie!! And you will like it. Oh, gentle or rough sex? You pick. ^.^