Chains of Hope
By: Yoshimara
Through-out this fic, there are random stanzas of songs that I just picked up off my computer. Probably too long of a list, so if you want the names of some of them, let me know and I will send the list to you. And also, I do not own FFVII, any lyrics posted in this story (unless otherwise specified), but I do own the scenario and any other characters that show in the story so do not use without my personal permission. And on that note, enjoy!
Chapter 28
Cloud decided it was best not to wait and he finished his shower quickly, drying his body and hair with the towel that Vincent left behind when he left, before dressing in the dark silk pajama bottoms that caressed his now sandalwood smelling flesh. When he sat down at the dinner table, he fell into the old routine of waiting for Vincent to pick up his fork before letting himself take a bite of the delicious meatloaf that was made. After a few minutes of silence, the blonde looked up from his plate to see Vincent's crimson gaze on him. A shiver ran down his spine and he fought with everything he had to bite it down. "Something wrong, Vincent?" The ex-Turk shook his head, then swallowed his food before he spoke, "I was really amazed with your fighting capabilities, Cloud." A blush ran across Cloud's pale cheeks and he looked back down to his plate, "Well," he cautiously began, running his fork along the edges of gravy that sat pooled behind his piece of meat, "I had to do something to keep my mind off of you while you were gone. Half a year of training does that." Why did he feel so ashamed? Vincent didn't have a problem with him doing the practices with Zack, if anything, he encouraged it.
"Zack definitely hasn't lost his touch. Although, I'm glad that Sephiroth hasn't been around." The blonde looked back up at his Master to see him taking a bite and he sighed softly. "He was there a few times, but didn't do anything. He just watched," a shudder tore itself across his body forcefully, and he grimaced slightly, "kind of creepy, really." The raven-haired man nodded once before taking another bite of food. More silence spread through them as they finished their meals and wine, Cloud rising to clear the table. "Don't clean the dishes," he heard behind him as he carried off the plates. Turning to look over his shoulder, he saw Vincent rising from his seat, "Just set them in the sink and come into the bedroom." Without another word, the ex-Turk walked down the hallway and the blonde rose an eyebrow in utter confusion. That's different, he thought as he did as he was told, placing the dirty dishes in their place before wiping his hands with the hanging dishtowel. Vincent never wanted chores to be put off for any reason, this was getting just a tad strange and it slightly began to worry Cloud.
Walking into the bedroom, he saw Vincent sitting at the edge of the bed on the other side, his back to the doorway, seeming to be entranced in something that he held in his hands out of the blonde's view. Biting his bottom lip, he felt his body begin to tingle at the sight of his lover's pale back hunched over slightly, him now wearing nothing but a pair of dark crimson silk boxers. His black hair was free from the headband that now lay discarded from his head, flowing along his skin like a very still pond; even in the low lamplight there was the deadly shine to it that held its sheerness. Despite the fact it was a beautiful sight, Cloud couldn't help but wonder if his Master was sad. Walking over to the bed, he sat down slowly, not sure if he should speak as he shifted so he was sitting on his heels, toes jutting out behind him. Folding his hands in his lap, he continued to watch the ex-Turk, who finally lifted his head up and looked over his shoulder at Cloud, his crimson eyes seeming to glimmer in the low lighting with a deep emotion. Passion?
"Come," was all he said, almost so softly that Cloud barely caught it. The blonde rose to his feet off of the bed, and made his way over to Vincent. Slowly, he knelt down in that submissive pose that seemed to come like clockwork to him, sitting with his backside resting on his heels, hands folded behind his back with the backs of them resting gently on his lower back, and head bowed slightly. Another shiver ran down his spine mildly, his thoughts returning to the first night he met his Master and how his cool voice just echoed in his chest with that single word. I never noticed how gorgeous he was back then, he thought with a hint of regret as he closed his blue eyes. Despite all of the self-reliance Cloud had built up, all of the free-will, he couldn't help but bend to this man's command. Every request he had received sent some kind of energy through his veins, some kind of power that made the blonde want to live and thrive.
Rustling above him was heard and a small click resonated in his ears. Movement sounded as well, but Cloud paid no mind as his body fell into complete submissive mode. Hell, Vincent could abuse the blonde if he desired to and said blonde wouldn't move a muscle. He felt the brush of skin against his shoulders and something being placed on his neck that was so soft to the touch, it reminded him of his Master's skin. A soft click sounded behind him and the blonde opened his eyes half-way, staring at the plush burgundy carpet underneath him. "Look up at me, Cloud." He fought another shiver at the commanding but lust-filled undertone of that voice as he slowly brought his face up. Whatever was on his neck stretched as he craned his face up to stare into those crimson eyes he adored so much. The ex-Turk leaned in on his knees slightly, peering down at the blonde beneath him with a couple tresses of his black hair falling into his face. Something clicked underneath his chin, but Cloud didn't move; he kept his blue Mako eyes level with those crimson ones.
The blonde saw the strong compassion in them, trying to shield the lust behind it all. "It's been over a year since you've been with me, Cloud," that soothing voice began softly, their gazes never faltering as he spoke. "I honestly can't tell you what compelled me to buy you in the first place, but something tore at me to look and I don't regret it one bit. I've never been happier in my life to wake up beside you, or to see your face in the house when I come home." Cloud felt his chest grow tight with emotion as those words spilled over him. Please don't tell me that he's changed his mind, he thought with a hint of fear. "Cloud, I want you to know that I love you so much. Do you feel the same?" The blonde nodded, daring not to use his voice as a response. A hint of a smile grazed those thin lips he tasted so many times before, and it seemed to light up Vincent's face, those crimson eyes flashing the truth and love that his words reflected. "Would you be willing to stay here permanently, Cloud? I'm giving you this choice because no one else has ever let you have your say."
Blue eyes blinked in amazement—no, utter shock at the question. "Of course I would, Vincent." Cloud replied, fighting the almost irresistible urge to just pounce the man in front of him and kiss him senseless. Something tugged at his neck, craning his face closer to the ex-Turks. So close, in fact, that their lips hovered over each others, their breath mingling in the little space that they shared. "I'm glad to hear you say that, Cloud," he heard his lover whisper huskily before their lips crashed in a kiss filled with passion and love that was so gentle but needed. A soft moan escaped from Cloud's throat as his heart pounded in his chest so hard, he thought it would explode. Fingers traced along his jawline, gently framing the muscles underneath as their lips parted. Cloud kept his eyes half-lidded and he suddenly became hotter as he fought to keep his breathing to a normal level. "I love you," the blonde whispered, his nerves growing warmer with the emotion that swirled within him. "I love you too, little one."
Lips met lips, parting to the feel of heated tongues that caressed. Another moan escaped Cloud at the wonderful taste and a hand slipped up to his shoulder, teasing the flesh with gentle fingertips. The ex-Turk parted from the shuddering blonde, a smirk on his face. "Now, I believe we have some catching up to do." Slowly, he rose to his feet, tugging what Cloud now saw was a chain attached to his neck; rising to his feet, he followed Vincent who crawled onto the bed and pulled him into an embrace, hungrily kissing once more. Cloud's mind whirled at the sensations, closing his blue Mako eyes, he felt like his nerves were on fire as he pressed his tongue against Vincent's again, lapping lovingly at the muscle. Hands roamed on heated flesh, soft gasps and moans emanated through the air when fingertips collided with special spots. When they parted, blue glossy eyes stared up into shining crimson.
A hand reached to Cloud's hip, ghostly tracing the flesh as it lowered the waistband of his pants. In a swift movement, they were off of his body, his half-erect member exposed to the cool air and he shuddered. Lips traced along his jawline and to his neck, teeth harshly gripping the flesh underneath to tear a cry from the blonde. Pain tumbled into pleasure as he closed his eyes slowly, rocking his head back against the pillows that were slightly askew. "Mm, hold on a moment," came the muttering voice underneath his ear and movement made him open his blue eyes. Vincent was leaning over the side of the bed opposite of the blonde, searching for something. After a few moments, the ex-Turk sat back up and leaned over Cloud, kissing him roughly. Something wrapped itself around his wrists with the same sheerness as the collar on his neck and he shuddered, hearing a click and the scraping of metal against the plaster of the wall.
Looking up, he saw red velvet cuffs on his wrists, not completely constricting but enough so he couldn't escape, connected together with a small chain that looped into the two links and lead to a hidden hook behind him on the wall. Blinking a few times, he felt another wave of emotion run over him as he was bound, his blue eyes looking up to crimson and he saw that playful smirk on his pallid face. "Tell me what you don't want, Cloud," Vincent uttered softly before leaning again and bit down on his flesh, causing another cry from the blonde. He couldn't think, his mind being cluttered with all the pleasure and pain to register much of anything. Gasping for breath, he managed a weak, "N—no blood," and a chuckle emitted from underneath him. "Alright, then. Tell me when it's too much." Hands ghosted themselves over his shoulders and down his chest, flicking at hardened nipples and he cried out again with a shiver, his blood running hot in his veins.
Teeth met with flesh again, leaving the mark of their presence with each bit of contact as they made their way along his neck and down his breastbone. Each jolt of pain sent Cloud's mind for a spin, the pleasure erupting through each nerve as he arched his back with a whimper. God, how he loved the feel of it! That mouth that pleased him so ran down his left hip, planting a gentle kiss on that dreaded scar before moving down his thigh, biting more. Cloud's cries echoed off of the walls, his body on fire. Don't stop, he almost begged, biting his bottom lip to keep from voicing his needs as another growl emitted from his throat and ended in a pant. His breathing became irregular, his mind swimming in the bliss of the pain and he rolled his head back farther into the pillows behind him, his hands clenching into fists. Teeth scraped down his thigh and nipped inside, stinging the sensitive flesh that resided there and he moaned again, parting his legs a little bit for better access.
Hearing a low chuckle, he slowly opened his eyes to peer down at his lover below him who had his crimson eyes looking up at him. Vincent was bent down over his groin that ached, his lips curved up into a mischievous smirk that hovered over his right hip. He could see the red spots that were all over his flesh, showing their mark of possession. Looking back to the raven-haired man poised below him, he licked his dry lips and panted softly, blue eyes pleading for any sort of touch. He watched those pearly whites scrape along his shaft and he groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows again. Warmth and wetness coated his member and he whimpered, arching his back so painfully tight that he thought for a quick moment that it would snap. Letting out another moan, his back fell and he hit the bed with a light bouncing movement before he flung his head to the side as the heat moved all over him. Bliss washed over him as nails dug into his hips, keeping him in place roughly but pleasantly.
Moments seemed to stretch to hours to Cloud, his teeth raking his bottom lip as wave after wave of pain and pleasure ran through him. He didn't feel the warmth disappear, his mind didn't register the rough pain that began to run through his stomach as fingers groped his insides. The mist cleared when he felt the jerk of pleasure and pain rushing through him and he arched his back again, opening his eyes that shined brightly with lust and bare tears. Looking up, he saw Vincent towering over him but not moving as their lips met gently, apologetically. A tear ran from the corner of his eye and down the side of his face to get lost in his hairline as his lover began to move, pushing the pain away into pleasure, but not for long. Another bite lands itself on his shoulder as the ex-Turk's teeth sink into Cloud's skin and he whimpers, grinding his hips involuntarily against his when they meet.
Something inside of the blonde clicked and blue eyes fluttered as he began to be swept away in the feeling of Vincent around him. Deep within his soul, he felt the love and compassion as they cried their releases. Weak arms undid his wrists and he subconsciously melded into the warmth that was Vincent's embrace, not caring about the throbbing that ran along his body, shuddering with the remnants of that bliss. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to relax and opened his blue eyes to look up into crimson that peered down at him. "I love you," he whispered shakily, his hands in loose fists on Vincent's chest. The raven-haired man smiled genuinely and kissed him softly, pouring the emotions between the two men into each other. "I love you, too." As sleep came over them, a fleeting voice ran through the blonde's mind as the serenity of the darkness swept over him with one last thought: And in our momentary lull we realize. I am forever your slave, as you are forever my Master.
Such a sweet ending, ne? And I know what some of you are thinking, 'what happened to Sephiroth?!'. Well, don't worry! I'm about to type up a sequel to this story...might be a bit more angsty in the beginning but hopefully not so 'musical'. Although, I'll throw in the music anyways just because I love it. Keep an eye out for the sequel called 'Chains of Rapture'! Thank you to those who have stuck through this, and have a wonderful time doing whatever it is you people do when not enjoying smut. :P
