Title: For Whom the Bell Tolls
Author: Sae
Fan-verse: Kingdom Hearts FFVII
Couplings: VincentXCid, some implied CloudXSephiroth
Rating: PG-13 and most likely to stay that way.
Disclaimer: KH & FFVII belong to Squaresoft. The song-ness in each chapter belongs to Metallica.
Not me. Nope, nope, nope.
Warnings: Yaoi. Many little kids running around. Blatant screw-up-ed-ness of Sephiroth's family. (Hey, this is KH, ANYTHING could happen) Sad, sad angst at the end. Chibi Zell.....On sugar.
A/N: For anyone that wants to complain that Vin's Heartless don't act like one, the Heartless within Vincent is supposed to be a mix of a true Heartless and the Chaos demon. Kinda freaky, but I always liked the idea of Chaos speaking to everyone mentally.
Chapter 10: Unforgiven II
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you
o o o
Cid worked his hands beneath Vincent's limp body and easily lifted him from the bed. The unconscious man made an indistinct groggy noise, his gauntleted arm dangling. His boots and cloak had been taken back to his room some time before and he wore a simple shirt and pants. Cid carefully made his way out of the room, hardly hearing Ansem's' warnings to be careful and gentle. It was late, and the great hallways were empty as Cid carried Vincent back to his room, having just spent the last few hours watching over Vincent carefully as Ansem ran a few final tests.
"I can walk, you know." Cid nearly dropped Vincent in shock as the brunette spoke, his voice barely sleepy. "But you'll insist on carrying me, so I won't bother to argue."
"How you feeling?" Cid asked softly, walking down a staircase.
"Like I was hit with the nastiest sleep spell on the Planet." Vincent replied, resting his gauntlet across his stomach. "I didn't kill anyone, did I?"
Cid shook his head as they turned a corner. "Scared the hell out of me, though. I didn't think we could get you to change back."
"That scared you?" Vincent asked quietly, looking up at the mechanic.
"More than anything." Cid replied firmly as he stopped in front of Vincent's room. Vincent reached out and turned the doorknob with his human hand. Cid stepped into the room, closed the door with one foot, and deposited Vincent of the bed. He sat beside the taller man and gently cupped his face in both hands. "It scared me because I thought I might've lost you for good." he said, his voice softer than Vincent could remember. "The last thing I want is to lose you."
Vincent had to look away from the fierce look in Cid's eyes. "You should fear and hate me." He said quietly. "I am a Heartless, a creature of dark."
"Bullshit." Cid replied, his hands bringing Vincent's face to look at him. "You have a Heartless within you, you're not one yourself. I couldn't be in love with someone without a heart."
Vincent's eyes widened at the word 'love'. "Love?" he asked, his voice a whisper.
"Of course, you idiot." Cid said. "I love you, Vincent, with all my blasted heart, and I really don't care what you have living in your head." He leaned forward, capturing Vincent's lips in a kiss more passionate and bold than any they had shared up to then.
Vincent's eyes went wide, his mind whirling. Cid....loved him?
o o o
Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
o o o
He broke the kiss gently, staying close enough that their lips brushed when he spoke. "I don't know if a Heartless can love someone." He whispered.
"If that's the case, then I'll have to show you how." Cid breathed. "Just don't leave...."
"I couldn't .......if I....... tried......" Vincent replied, sinking into Cid's lips again. He felt himself pulled up, and clutched at Cid's shoulder, eager for as much contact as he could get. Cid felt like strength and protection and overwhelming love, holding him in a firm embrace as their lips tangled and their lungs ached from lack of air. Gods, this was beyond heaven.
Vincent's head hit the pillow before he realized the kiss was broken. Cid propped himself on his hands above the brunette, steel-blue eyes devouring the sight of him. The mechanic reached down, his hand trembling like a nervous child, to unbutton the top of Vincent's shirt. Vincent allowed the mechanic to remove his shirt, slow and careful, afraid to most fast lest he break the moment.
Vincent felt like a virgin again, shaky and eager, fear and want roiling behind his eyes. Every time Cid touched him, fire sang in his veins. Gods, not even Lucretia had woken such pure want in his body. He tugged Cid's shirt off him, running his mismatched hands over his firm body. Cid shivered beneath the touch and Vincent pulled him close again, want and need and desire pouring from one to the other through their warring lips and tongues. Vincent dimly realized that the point of no return had passed, that neither of them could stop if they wanted and he didn't care in the least.
o o o
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are you're eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it
o o o
Cid watched Vincent sleep, his eyes memorizing every feature he could. The gunman had his flesh hand and one leg slung carelessly and possessively across Cid's body and legs. More than anything, he seemed at peace.
Cid's eyelids wanted to droop, but he kept his gaze on Vincent, half fearing that if he slept he'd wake up to find it all a dream. There was nothing more that he wanted than to stay with the man he held for the rest of his life.
"Go to sleep, Highwind." Vincent muttered, his words half muffled by Cid's shoulder. "I can't sleep with your eyes on me all night. I'll still be here in the morning."
A wry smile crossed Cid's lips. Trust Vincent to hit on the very problem. He kissed the top of Vincent's head and settled back into the pillows, bound and determined to never, ever let go.
o o o
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....
o o o
Cid opened his eyes to meet rich scarlet. He smiled groggily, sitting up and scratching his head. Vincent watched him with some amusement, the sheets draped across his lap and his hair unbound down his back. "G'Mornin'" Cid said through a yawn.
"I told you I'd be here." Vincent replied.
"Never doubted ya." Cid said, grinning. A thought crossed his mind and he reached over the side of the bed, fishing for his pants. He found the garment and sat up, searching through the pockets before finding the small box. "Here," He said. "I've been meanin' t' give you this for a while now." He handed Vincent the box.
For a single, wild second Vincent thought Cid had given him an engagement ring. But whatever was in the box rattled slightly, which rings didn't do. He raised a brow at Cid and opened the box.
Twin silver ankhs, the symbol of eternal life, rested on a bed of cotton. Tiny wings stretched out over the arms of each cross and each loop was set with a perfectly clear stone. A fine chain was attached to the top of each one. Vincent ran his finger along the upright of one, feeling finely carved patterns beneath his skin, and the tiny wings fluttered slightly. Each one was shorter than his little finger. "One for each of us?" He asked softly.
"If you want it." Cid replied, watching him. Vincent carefully lifted one of the ankhs and held it up, the chain falling over his wrist. He studied it for a moment before fastening it around his neck. The stone flashed for a second before turning brilliant ruby. The carvings in the silver darkened slightly, falling into deeper contrast. The wings arched slightly, sharpening in appearance.
Vincent looked up at Cid with a frown. Cid had put on his own ankh and the stone had turned steel-blue, the metal taking a goldish tinge. He leaned forward and ran his finger along the chain around Vincent's neck, barely grazing the skin beneath. "It suits you." he said.
Vincent leaned forward and brushed his lips against Cid's. "Thank you." He murmured.
o o o
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Author: Sae
Fan-verse: Kingdom Hearts FFVII
Couplings: VincentXCid, some implied CloudXSephiroth
Rating: PG-13 and most likely to stay that way.
Disclaimer: KH & FFVII belong to Squaresoft. The song-ness in each chapter belongs to Metallica.
Not me. Nope, nope, nope.
Warnings: Yaoi. Many little kids running around. Blatant screw-up-ed-ness of Sephiroth's family. (Hey, this is KH, ANYTHING could happen) Sad, sad angst at the end. Chibi Zell.....On sugar.
A/N: For anyone that wants to complain that Vin's Heartless don't act like one, the Heartless within Vincent is supposed to be a mix of a true Heartless and the Chaos demon. Kinda freaky, but I always liked the idea of Chaos speaking to everyone mentally.
Chapter 10: Unforgiven II
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you
o o o
Cid worked his hands beneath Vincent's limp body and easily lifted him from the bed. The unconscious man made an indistinct groggy noise, his gauntleted arm dangling. His boots and cloak had been taken back to his room some time before and he wore a simple shirt and pants. Cid carefully made his way out of the room, hardly hearing Ansem's' warnings to be careful and gentle. It was late, and the great hallways were empty as Cid carried Vincent back to his room, having just spent the last few hours watching over Vincent carefully as Ansem ran a few final tests.
"I can walk, you know." Cid nearly dropped Vincent in shock as the brunette spoke, his voice barely sleepy. "But you'll insist on carrying me, so I won't bother to argue."
"How you feeling?" Cid asked softly, walking down a staircase.
"Like I was hit with the nastiest sleep spell on the Planet." Vincent replied, resting his gauntlet across his stomach. "I didn't kill anyone, did I?"
Cid shook his head as they turned a corner. "Scared the hell out of me, though. I didn't think we could get you to change back."
"That scared you?" Vincent asked quietly, looking up at the mechanic.
"More than anything." Cid replied firmly as he stopped in front of Vincent's room. Vincent reached out and turned the doorknob with his human hand. Cid stepped into the room, closed the door with one foot, and deposited Vincent of the bed. He sat beside the taller man and gently cupped his face in both hands. "It scared me because I thought I might've lost you for good." he said, his voice softer than Vincent could remember. "The last thing I want is to lose you."
Vincent had to look away from the fierce look in Cid's eyes. "You should fear and hate me." He said quietly. "I am a Heartless, a creature of dark."
"Bullshit." Cid replied, his hands bringing Vincent's face to look at him. "You have a Heartless within you, you're not one yourself. I couldn't be in love with someone without a heart."
Vincent's eyes widened at the word 'love'. "Love?" he asked, his voice a whisper.
"Of course, you idiot." Cid said. "I love you, Vincent, with all my blasted heart, and I really don't care what you have living in your head." He leaned forward, capturing Vincent's lips in a kiss more passionate and bold than any they had shared up to then.
Vincent's eyes went wide, his mind whirling. Cid....loved him?
o o o
Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
o o o
He broke the kiss gently, staying close enough that their lips brushed when he spoke. "I don't know if a Heartless can love someone." He whispered.
"If that's the case, then I'll have to show you how." Cid breathed. "Just don't leave...."
"I couldn't .......if I....... tried......" Vincent replied, sinking into Cid's lips again. He felt himself pulled up, and clutched at Cid's shoulder, eager for as much contact as he could get. Cid felt like strength and protection and overwhelming love, holding him in a firm embrace as their lips tangled and their lungs ached from lack of air. Gods, this was beyond heaven.
Vincent's head hit the pillow before he realized the kiss was broken. Cid propped himself on his hands above the brunette, steel-blue eyes devouring the sight of him. The mechanic reached down, his hand trembling like a nervous child, to unbutton the top of Vincent's shirt. Vincent allowed the mechanic to remove his shirt, slow and careful, afraid to most fast lest he break the moment.
Vincent felt like a virgin again, shaky and eager, fear and want roiling behind his eyes. Every time Cid touched him, fire sang in his veins. Gods, not even Lucretia had woken such pure want in his body. He tugged Cid's shirt off him, running his mismatched hands over his firm body. Cid shivered beneath the touch and Vincent pulled him close again, want and need and desire pouring from one to the other through their warring lips and tongues. Vincent dimly realized that the point of no return had passed, that neither of them could stop if they wanted and he didn't care in the least.
o o o
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are you're eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it
o o o
Cid watched Vincent sleep, his eyes memorizing every feature he could. The gunman had his flesh hand and one leg slung carelessly and possessively across Cid's body and legs. More than anything, he seemed at peace.
Cid's eyelids wanted to droop, but he kept his gaze on Vincent, half fearing that if he slept he'd wake up to find it all a dream. There was nothing more that he wanted than to stay with the man he held for the rest of his life.
"Go to sleep, Highwind." Vincent muttered, his words half muffled by Cid's shoulder. "I can't sleep with your eyes on me all night. I'll still be here in the morning."
A wry smile crossed Cid's lips. Trust Vincent to hit on the very problem. He kissed the top of Vincent's head and settled back into the pillows, bound and determined to never, ever let go.
o o o
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....
o o o
Cid opened his eyes to meet rich scarlet. He smiled groggily, sitting up and scratching his head. Vincent watched him with some amusement, the sheets draped across his lap and his hair unbound down his back. "G'Mornin'" Cid said through a yawn.
"I told you I'd be here." Vincent replied.
"Never doubted ya." Cid said, grinning. A thought crossed his mind and he reached over the side of the bed, fishing for his pants. He found the garment and sat up, searching through the pockets before finding the small box. "Here," He said. "I've been meanin' t' give you this for a while now." He handed Vincent the box.
For a single, wild second Vincent thought Cid had given him an engagement ring. But whatever was in the box rattled slightly, which rings didn't do. He raised a brow at Cid and opened the box.
Twin silver ankhs, the symbol of eternal life, rested on a bed of cotton. Tiny wings stretched out over the arms of each cross and each loop was set with a perfectly clear stone. A fine chain was attached to the top of each one. Vincent ran his finger along the upright of one, feeling finely carved patterns beneath his skin, and the tiny wings fluttered slightly. Each one was shorter than his little finger. "One for each of us?" He asked softly.
"If you want it." Cid replied, watching him. Vincent carefully lifted one of the ankhs and held it up, the chain falling over his wrist. He studied it for a moment before fastening it around his neck. The stone flashed for a second before turning brilliant ruby. The carvings in the silver darkened slightly, falling into deeper contrast. The wings arched slightly, sharpening in appearance.
Vincent looked up at Cid with a frown. Cid had put on his own ankh and the stone had turned steel-blue, the metal taking a goldish tinge. He leaned forward and ran his finger along the chain around Vincent's neck, barely grazing the skin beneath. "It suits you." he said.
Vincent leaned forward and brushed his lips against Cid's. "Thank you." He murmured.
o o o
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?