Angeal and Vincent arrived home from the mall. Vincent stretched out in the bedroom, glad to be home. He removed his shirt and rifled through the drawers for his silk sleep pants. Angeal sat on the bed, his eyes slowly moving to the gunman. He licked his lips subconsciously as he watched the ex-Turk undress. It had been a miracle yet curse when Vincent had deemed himself comfortable enough to undress in front of Angeal. Though the man himself never knew, Vincent had a way of driving Angeal mad. The way he undressed, it was so slow it could almost count as a strip tease. This was only one thing out of many Vincent Valentine did subconsciously that made Angeal think impure thoughts. Among these things where the soft sway of his hips as he walked. The way his bottom stuck out when he was placing something on the top shelf. The tiny moans of delight when he ate something he really enjoyed. All these things drove Angeal crazy. But he always had enough honor to never act on these urges. To hell with honor, that body would be his tonight.

Angeal came up behind Vincent, running his hands down his shoulder, "Maybe getting dressed isn't the smartest idea right now..." his lips brushed against the pale neck, bringing forth a moan. The hands wrapped around his chest and pressed him close to the soldier. "I think its time to find out whether or not you're a screamer. I do so hope you are..." The statement made the gunman shiver. It was a side of his lover he had never seen before and he couldn't deny that he liked it. He was lifted up for a few moments and then felt the soft mattress press against his back. Angeal was eager but managed to control himself. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled on the bed over Vincent. Red eyes watched him closely. "What has come over you"

"It has been a month of pure teasing from you."

"What on Gaia are you talking about?" The gunman was truly confused. Not once had he advanced toward Angeal in a sexual manner.

"Less talking, more touching" with that the big man pounced, locking their lips together. Vincent melted into the kiss. Angeal's hand were all over him, trying to feel every inch of the lithe body. Every so often he would draw a shiver from the raven haired, when he did, he would repeat the action. "What happened to honor?" asked Vincent softly.

"I left it at the bedroom door."

It had been so long since the last time he had sex. He had almost forgotten what it felt like as fingers trailed gently down his chest and brushed over his hips. His lips parted in a soft moan. He felt a hand stroke his member. He gunman was already aroused enough, the continued stimulation made him seep in anticipation. Angeal gave a small hum and an approving smile before dipping down and lapping up the few droplets. He reached over to the bag he placed on the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of lube. Making sure his fingers were well coated, he coaxed his lover to open his legs. Though he showed no signs, Angeal could still tell that Vincent was nervous. He briefly wondered about the last time the ex-turk had a meaningful sexual experience, if he ever had one. Silently he promised himself that he would make his love feel special.

Vincent could feel his lover's finger probe at his entrance. He forced himself to relax as he had done plenty of times before with other partners. Something in the back of his mind wondered why the other was even bothering in prepping him. He had never gotten that luxury before. The finger slid in causing him to flinch a bit. After a few seconds Angeal moved it, slowly stretching him out before adding a second, then a third. Vincent shivered and moaned. He had never experienced gentle sensations such as these. His eyes slid shut as his moans filled the room. Angeal knew the times his fingers brushed his spot and would tease it. Vincent opened his eyes and looked to the bigger man, "Please...Angeal, I can't take it. I need you."

Begging? That was definitely new and it aroused Angeal even more. The man who had broken so many hearts, been the very epitome of lust was begging for him. His finger brushed the spot teasingly once more. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you..."

"Please! Angeal, take me, fuck me, fill me, just do it!"

Vincent saw the smirk form on Angeal's face. He knew that the big man was enjoying watching him beg. Oddly enough it felt nice to submit to someone for once. "Now now Kitten, you need to choose a position." coaxed Angeal, still smirking.

Something came over the gunman as he got on his hands and knees. He felt almost as if he was letting go of his former self as he assumed the most submissive position that had ever been invented. It was a silent agreement that he was giving himself over to Angeal. He felt kisses down his spine, loving touches and caresses. A murmur in his ear "I love you"

The careful way in which Angeal slid into him and the soothing caresses were confirmation that this man was the owner of his heart. Vincent bit his lip with the pain of being stretched. Angeal rubbed his back to ease to relax him. After a minute Vincent nodded for him to move. The first few thrusts felt sore. Angeal changed his direction and brushed right against the spot. Vincent let out a loud moan. Another smirk formed as he thrust straight into the spot drawing out a louder moan.

Found it.

His large fingers wrapped around the curvy hips and slammed in, making him scream. The sound pushed Angeal over the edge. He found himself thrusting mercilessly into the smaller man.

Vincent bit the pillow, moaning and crying out into it, his mind clouded with the sheer pleasure. Each time Angeal slammed in drove him wild with lust. He bucked back and met each thrust. Moans and screams filled the room, Angeal was sure the next apartment over would hear them but he didn't care. He could feel his thrusts grow quicker. He had Vincent panting and whimpering "I'm going to..."

Angeal bucked in with all his strength. Vincent screamed out his lover's name, shooting over the sheets. The combination of hearing his name and the tightening around his length made him spill into Vincent. They both collapsed onto the bed, desperately trying to catch their breath. Angeal pulled the other close and kissed him tenderly. A soft chuckle escaped him, "So you are a screamer."

"Only when I enjoy it."

"I never figured you a hands and knees type of guy."

"I've never done it before. It had always been to submissive for me."

"Then why now?"

"Because I've decided to give myself over to you completely."

"I love you so much Vincent Valentine"

"and I love you Angeal Hewley."

"Here are the photos you requested sir"

Professor Hojo looked over the pictures of Angeal and Vincent at the resturant, mall, even some through the window of the apartment. "Just as I expected. I knew that fool wouldn't resist him." he chuckled to himself. "SOLDIER pawn, thanks to you, my beautiful experiment and I shall be reunited. Vincent Valentine...we will meet again very very soon."