Disclaimer: I do not own any of the FFVII. This is very depressing to me.
On to the next episode.
The time seemed so very far away to Vincent even though it was almost time for him to visit Sephiroth. He couldn't believe it, but this was happening. This perhaps was happening far too quickly for him. But he could only go with the flow. Vincent was still concerned about what the townspeople may think, especially the woman in the yellow dress. She had seen what they were doing and it was all over town by now. Vincent couldn't understand why Sephiroth saw this as some sort of game. What is more interesting is the fact that Vincent found this partially exciting.
Maybe to a certain degree he liked the fact that at least the townspeople did talk about him. Even though most of time the things the townspeople said was usually negative. Vincent examined himself in the mirror. He looked good in his silk red shirt and his black slacks. His hair was neatly groomed and it silky as ever. Vincent glanced out the bedroom window and saw the same woman from yesterday. This time her dress was sky blue. Vincent knew the woman was only out there to see if he was going to Sephiroth's estate.
He was, but what business was it of hers? She was pretending to read a newspaper. Vincent knew she was pretending, because no one in the town of Nibelhiem cared what was going on in the outside world. He never saw anyone pick up a newspaper, a book, or even a piece of paper with words on it. It would be fair to say no one read in this town. Vincent left the Niblehiem mansion, he wasn't nervous about this visit for some reason, instead, he had a decent level of confidence.
The woman was staring at Vincent as approach the estate. Although, she pretended as though she didn't notice him at all.
Hello there, it's a nice evening, isn't it?" Vincent said trying to sound cheerful. He didn't know why he was doing this.
The woman simply ignored him. He rang the doorbell and Sephiroth almost immediately came to the door.
"Ah, yes you're on time, I can't tell you how much I value punctuality. My, that pitiful woman again, and since when did anyone in this town began reading?" Sephiroth asked.
"She isn't really reading. She must've known I was coming over."
"Ah, now I see."
Vincent stepped into Sephiroth's estate. There was a scent of cinnamon in the air. The estate was impressive. He entered the hallway which was white marble and extremely shiny. The walls were covered with some sort of dork green color. It had given the hallway a calming feel to it. Vincent noticed the golden candelabras that lined up across the hall. This was heaven compared to the old Nibelhiem mansion he dwelled in. Sephiroth led him down the hall and into a very large opening. A giant chandelier hung above them and Vincent was quite certain that it worth more than the whole town.
"I would show around but it could take awhile. And I don't want to waste time this evening. Would you like something to drink?" Sephiroth asked.
"I don't drink, do you have anything that isn't alcohol?"
"I do, but it's only water, and I don't think you want that."
"Your right, I don't. Perhaps I'll have some vodka."
"Vodka, well alright then. Macy, where are you? Macy?" Sephiroth yelled out.
Vincent assumed that she was his maid. She quickly came out from out of nowhere with a duster in her hand. She was wearing knee-length gray maid's uniform. Her brown hair was tied in a tight little bun. Vincent found her to be rather adorable looking.
"He wants a glass of vodka, would you be a dear and get it for him please?"
"Will do, sir. Anything else?"
"No my darling, that will be all." Sephiroth said sweetly.
She then left to go get Vincent's vodka. He was surprised at the way Sephiroth treated Macy. All the wealthy people Vincent had known treated their servants as dirt under their feet.
"Have you ever had vodka, or any alcohol for that matter?" Sephiroth asked.
"No," said Vincent said.
This wasn't completely true, Vincent recalled a time in his childhood when he came across a tray of glasses. They were filled with vodka, however, he did not know this. He thought the glasses were filled with water and took a sip from a glass. The alcohol had almost knocked the wind of Vincent, this mistake had caused him to never drink.
"Drink it slowly, and let it run down your throat." Sephiroth said as Macy came out carrying a small silver platter with Vincent's drink.
"Here you are sir."
"Thank you," he said
"You are quite welcome. So, I see you're turning to men now, no?" Macy said with a smirk on her face.
"Please leave now." Sephiroth said in a commanding tone.
Vincent tied to follow Sephiroth's advice about drinking the vodka, but this small task seemed too much for him.
"Put it up to your lips and take a small sip, do it slowly."
Vincent did just that, but it was just as strong now as it was when he was a young boy. He shut his eyes trying to swallow the bitter drink, but the urge to cough defeated him.
"Never mind, let's not waste out time with this, I'll take it." Sephiroth said taking the glass of vodka and then gulping very quickly.
How he could do this, Vincent will never know. Sephiroth led him up the marble staircase and into den with dark green furniture. This turned out to be a very cozy place; the lamp gave off a dim light. The curtains seemed to be made from velvet and Vincent could not tell what color they were because they were so dark.
"Tell me, why did you finally decide to come to my estate yesterday?" Sephiroth asked sitting down. "Since I've been spending some time watching you, it would seem very unlikely for you to come over and visit."
Vincent took some time to think about how he would answer. And after this short contemplation, he soon realized he no real good answer. The truth was Vincent did not know why he came over to Sephiroth's estate.
"I don't know why I came to visit you. Perhaps it was because I needed some kind of human contact." Vincent simply answered.
"Well I suppose you would being locked away in that coffin." Sephiroth said chuckling a little.
"Yes, perhaps. But may I ask you a question? What did Macy mean when she said 'I see your turning to men now?'
There was an interesting expression on Sephiroth's face. A look of annoyance and nominal shock.
"What do you think she meant?" Sephiroth said as he stood up and towards Vincent. He pulled him close and whispered in his ear.
"Do not dwell on these things, it's about us now." He said moving his hands underneath Vincent's shirt.
"I can be very gentle, and I can be very rough." Sephiroth said as he caressed him. Vincent was quivering all over as his hair stood on end
"What are you doing?" Vincent asked trying to control his arousal.
"I want you to trust me, you can trust me. I won't hurt you in any way." Sephiroth continued to whisper seductively.
"Trust you?"
"Yes,"
Sephiroth pulled Vincent down on the couch. He then moved his hand down Vincent's crotch. He becoming very hard as Sephiroth touched him and caressed him.
"Ah, that's very lovely." Vincent moaned.
"Yes, I know. I feel you getting hard, I can feel how the blood is rushing to your penis. I like the warmness of it."
Sephiroth jerked Vincent's cock a little, as he gently stroked Vincent's head with his thumb.
"Do you like that?" Sephiroth purred in his ear.
But Vincent only replied in a soft moan, he forced Sephiroth's hand down his pants, wanted him to forever touch him. At this moment, Vincent wondered can someone who touches him in this manner really be cruel. He was now convinced that this was another side of Sephiroth. This was his passionate side. Sephiroth continued to stroke Vincent's cock as whispered in his ear the most wanton sexual remarks.
"You can share everything with me, I really want to know the secrets you've never told anyone else." Sephiroth said soothingly.
Vincent was still enchanted by Sephiroth's touch. He probably didn't hear everything Sephiroth said. Instead, Vincent drawn into the world of soft caresses.
"Would you like to know about the time I...." Vincent began.
Ha ha, that will be all for now. Yes, it's me Sephiroth. And I would hate to leave you in suspense like this, but what can I say? I know what you wanted, but for now I'm going to tease you. I find it all too amusing, that is why I'm doing this. I don't do it because I hate you, how can I hate my lovely audience? Don't think I don't want Vincent, which is quite far from the truth. I'm hungry for him possibly hungrier for him than he is for me. But I have to take things slowly, I cannot think with my...well you know what I mean. I have to think with my brain. You understand don't you? Well, you will be hearing from me, even though you're probably tired of me. Until then, farewell my lovely audience.
I'm sorry to disappoint you like this, yes I know this chapter sucked, but what are going to do? Just keep reading.