Oh, Mr. Valentine...
Disclaimer: I don't make money with this writing, and characters belonged to Square Enix.
Vincent collapsed on top of Yazoo's back, harshly breathing, the body still feeling the aftershocks of his intense climax. He looked at the young man still attached to his body and smirked, shaking his head in disbelief with the scene and the performer.
"My time to say oh, mother."
Yazoo was on fire, feeling as if punched by an energy bomb. Numb, happy, tired, emptied, and so many other emotions that he could not describe in words. The gods of sex should have his eternal gratitude and devotion, and of course Vincent Valentine.
"Oh, Mr. Valentine."
Seeing at Yazoo's difficult to breathe with a face red as an apple, Vincent pushed himself backward on the mattress, gentle leaning Yazoo's head on his chest.
Through their disheveled hairs, falling around them, they glanced at each other and busted a laugh. They laughed until their lungs could stand it, both men wondering, how that completely unexpected night, turned into an ode to lust. They agreed to check until where their enhanced bodies could take it. The prize was a welcomed gift, at least for all they had endured in Shinra's labs were compensated in strength, and dear god, they could use it in sex. Yazoo doubted if he could fuck with an ordinary human like this and not break it in two.
"I need to lay down. My legs are giving up."
Vincent kissed Yazoo's shoulder and started to move, but Yazoo yelped.
"No, please don't move!"
Yazoo's hair entangled between Vincent's metallic fingers and the headboard bars, and looking at their mess, they laughed again.
"I told you to make a top knot."
"I found out a useful way for this tacky red bandana."
"My scarf is cool, it's part of my style, but yeah, I have to agree with you, it was a great discovery."
Vincent chuckled, helped Yazoo to detach his hair from his claw, and untied the scarf from the other hand. He was feeling about to faint of such trembling on his knees.
"Ok naughty boy, you're free."
Vincent lightly tapped on Yazoo's buttocks and fell on the mattress beside him.
"Fuck, I'm crashed. I seriously need to rest."
Still bent in all fours in the bed, Yazoo barely had the strength to let his torso fall onto the mattress. The burning on his ass was as intense as the pleasure it had given him some minutes ago, and though his back would eventually complain, the cold air blowing there was a blessed relief.
"Are you ok?"
"I still can't move."
Yazoo breathed as if he were about to choke. He had scratches from Vincent's claw, drawing its path at where it trailed, his damp hair glued over his sweaty skin. A numbness, compared to a potent shot of mako, took all his limbs, making him feel exhausted but somehow happy.
Through his narrowed eyes; he saw Vincent, stretching his body with a satiated grin on those thin lips. A damn sexy demon. Yazoo chuckled, imagining how in the hell he got amazing lessons from someone unexpected.
"Vincent, help me."
Vincent promptly sat on the mattress, and carefully moved Yazoo onto his back, as if he was a dead weight, leaning him on the pillows.
"Better? Can you move your feet?"
Concerned, Vincent massaged Yazoo's legs, bending the knees and toes to ease the numbness. He controlled himself, Chaos, and all his sins, not letting it carry him away and hurt Yazoo, but he feared to have gone far in the heat of the moment, and they had plenty of raptured moments.
"This is so good, Vincent."
"Thank god you are not paralytic."
Noting that he was fine, Vincent would come back to his side of the bed, but Yazoo pushed him closer. He leaned Vincent's head over his chest, entwining his fingers over the black hair, caressing it.
Vincent gasped, not used with this level of intimacy on his one-night stands, and would say something, but instead, he closed his eyes, letting that soft caress involve him. "This new sin is worth every minute of it. Can't imagine he would be sweet like this."
"Mr. Valentine, don't tell me you have the habit to break your partners."
"Ok, I won't tell."
The man smirked, his red eyes looking at Yazoo's face, checking the wall behind his bed.
"You owe me a new wall. Also, a new ass."
Yazoo pointed at the sliced wood behind the headboard with a smirk.
From a romantic, almost corny version, from one of Yazoo's doramas, they jumped into sheer debauchery like in a Marquis Sade novel. It came as a shock for both men, how lighthearted, fun, and oddly intimate, they became of each other in a short time.
"I'll help you to fix it. Is it hurting too much?"
Vincent smirked, taking out some sliced woods from his metallic fingers. In one of those heated moments, he stuck his claw on the wall. It was a miracle that Yazoo still had a wall dividing his room from Loz.
"Yeah, but I'm a fast healer."
Vincent lifted his body and stared at Yazoo.
"What I can do for you?"
"I'm fine. I'm enhanced, forgot it?"
Vincent nodded his head, and turning to lay down, he pulled Yazoo close, facing him.
"Lucky boy…I told you about its advantages…"
They laughed again, and pulling out some locks of silvery hair, out of Yazoo's eyes, Vincent kissed his forehead.
"I feared to hurt you Yazoo, not only physically, but in giving you another bad experience to collect."
Yazoo caressed his face. Indeed, what Vincent had done for him tonight was something big. It already changed the way he felt about sex.
"I truly enjoyed it. Thank you, Vincent, I have to say that you changed my mind about a lot of things."
Blushing, Yazoo wondered if people said shit like that in the after sex, but Vincent deserved compliments.
Vincent approached him, thanking compliments with a kiss. He was a kisser, and he enjoyed the fact that Yazoo also showed to be one. After breaking the kiss, Vincent sighed, looking at him, his vanity and also the perv side of his mind, feeling the need to know more about Yazoo's experience.
"What did you most like?"
"Oh, my orgasm was something amazing. I've never had one in this way, and it was surprisingly good. I've never thought it could be so intense to the point of ceasing my thoughts."
Vincent raised one eyebrow at him, and Yazoo laughed, mocking of his expression.
"Just that? But what else? What about the positions, the caress, tell me more naughty boy, what made you blow..."
Vincent mischievously smirked at him, getting out of Yazoo's chest to snuggle in the pillow by his side.
"I'm still putting all together on my mind, to form words, and explain it, even to myself."
"Hmm, it means that you loved every bit of it, and is too ashamed to admit it."
"No, I'm not."
"The more you know about what you like, the better it gets."
Yazoo chuckled, looking at the ceiling to think about what he most had liked. Vincent's guttural howls, panting over his neck was so sexy, shifting him in positions that he would never guess people would use to have sex. The unexpected pleasure coming from places on his body unknown to himself, the metallic fingers squeezing on his muscles and hipbones. The way the kisses, sucks, and licks became desperate as the pleasure increased. Vincent's scent and the way he tasted on his mouth. So good. It also had the ambiance around them, heavy, lustful, and yet, soothing. Their lovemaking sounds.
Like the noise of the bed scraping the floor, the sounds of flesh hitting against the flesh, the moans and the way their breaths speeded up, and the dirty words. And Vincent had a whole dictionary of it, in the tip of his tongue.
Who would say, the introspective Mr. Valentine, was a wild, sexy beast in bed.
Yazoo veered his eyes at Vincent, rolling a wisp of his black hair through his fingers. The man was almost sleeping, battling to keep his red eyes opened at him. Vincent was right, Yazoo liked every second of it.
"I did."
"Hun?"
"As I said, I'm still processing, but I guess I liked everything."
Vincent opened his eyes and stared at Yazoo's pretty face, smiling at him. He kissed his forehead and caressed his cheeks.
"It's really an honor for me, oh god, I'm sure I broke something."
Secretly, Yazoo felt proud of himself. He did not surrender to the previous discomfort of the aching burning on his entrance, and since Yazoo figured himself out as a gay man, the idea of having a cock inside him, always bothered his thoughts.
Maybe, in the past, Yazoo was not ready for Reno, yet.
Moreover, Vincent's skills made him understood the mess he had done in and with Reno. No way would Reno have liked his lack of experience, and he hoped to make up with the redhead, someday if they have the chance.
If that blessed storm would not have fallen, and if he had not kissed Vincent in the pantry, that night would not happen. So many variables in the air and he was on his bed after had mind-blowing sex, with Vincent Valentine. Yazoo still tried to force his eyes open, making his mind analyze, how the impact of that experience would settle on his life. Another thought that crossed his mind was if Loz would come home early morning. It would be embarrassing if he caught them in his room. Yazoo should let Vincent sleeping there, pick up the clothes scattered in the living room, and go to Loz's room. But seconds later, he joined Vincent's heavy snoring, forgetting all his concerns and deeply slumbered.
***Next Morning***
Yazoo scratched his nose, feeling something tickling on it.
With his eyes still closed, a mischievous smirk on his lips, he wondered if it was Vincent's dark hair, sleeping by his side.
No, it was not.
Instead, there was a folded note laid on the pillow by his side. The tip of the paper tickled his nose, not the hair of vanished lover. Before reading it, Yazoo chuckled, amused by the idea of had a lover in a casual sex night.
"Thanks for the surprisingly good moments. Amazing when life is not a bitch, hun? I'll stay this month in Gongaga, and if you'd have the chance, call me and come over."
He let his number and Yazoo remembered of Tifa, once complaining that no one has Valentine's number only the Avalanche's one.
"Cool."
Yazoo laid back on the mattress, giggling aloud, with the note on his hand. Indeed, it was a surprisingly good night with mind-blowing sex. Not even worry himself because of Loz's possible arrival he had anymore. Vincent Valentine was a gentleman.
"Mr. Valentine, thank you!"
Yazoo sighed in peace, satiated in all his needs, except for his stomach that groaned in hunger, but he decided to stay a little bit more in bed, cozy and wrapped, thinking about his new adult life, without needing it to be sexless anymore.