!Author Notes!

Aeris: Hey there, I'm the author. This is my first take on Yaoi-ness so please don't hate me. To help me beg for reviews, I have the cast here with me! Say hi guys!

Sephiroth: (sobbing and violently shaking his head as he reads the script) PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD! DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!

Vincent: (also crying and pleading) WE AREN'T GAY! PLEASE DON'T MAKE US DO THIS!

Aeris: SILENCE! We will continue. I have had several requests for kinky Yaoi sexiness for a while from anonymous ppl. I had nothing to do with it. (Though, secretly she finds it very sexy too. But you do not know this! No! You don't!) So, let us begin!

Sephiroth, Vincent, Tseng, Reno: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Aeris: Mwahahahahahah! Some detailed stuff in here, be warned!

Chapter 1

Vincent Valentine, the mysterious and mystical ex-Turk who now was a member of Avalanche, walked through the Event Square of Gold Saucer holding a letter in his hand. It was noisy and full of commotion. Avalanche was taking a break and relaxing now that they had found the Key Stone to the Ancient's Temple. Tifa and Cloud were on a date so Yuffie, Aeris, Barrett, Cid and Red XIII were all watching one of the plays and had invited him. However, he had received a mysterious letter from an unknown writer that morning from the Haunted Hotel front deskman, Mr. Hangman. Mr. Hangman would not tell him who gave him the note but said to read it urgently. The letter instructed him to come to the front desk alone to receive something of importance at 9:00 o'clock PM that day. It was 8:50. He took the opportunity of the noisy audience cheering at the play to sneak away from the rest of the group a few moments earlier. He then came to the tube leading to the Haunted Hotel, taking it without hesitation and continued on to the hotel. Upon arrival to the hotel's counter, Mr. Hangman came hurling down as he always did.

"Ah! You, I remember you! Here, I was told to give you this key to room 203. I was also told that you would find what you are looking for." Mr. Hangman told him, tossing him the key. Vincent glared at the man, wondering if the entire thing was some kind of trap set by Shinra or something.

"Who gave you the note!" Vincent demanded, the second time today. Mr. Hangman told him he did not know the name of the man. Vincent growled. "Well, give me a description then!"

"No! Can't tell you! Er, just go please!" The deskman said with a look of fear in his eyes, pulling himself back up to the ceiling and away from the now raging Vincent.

"Hmph!" The crimson eyed man made his way up the stairs, then took a right and watched the numbers on the doors continue to rise. He came to the door marked 203 and slid the key in, turning it slowly until he heard a click. Hesitantly, he pushed the door open a bit and peeked in. Nothing but darkness. Hoping to examine it further, he reached in with his clawed arm, flipping the light switch. A lamp on the nightstand next to the silk covered queen-sized bed flickered on. Vincent didn't see anyone, but he did see a wooden box on the table at the other end of the room. He glanced about the room once again before taking a step inside. He half expected something to happen but of course he had his gun at his side, ready for any possible events. Cautiously, he made his way over to the box, inspecting it as he drew nearer. With a single clawed finger, he lifted the lid slowly. Vincent's eyebrow shot up as he stared down at a small card that had bold black letters. 'Boo.'

"Hello, Vincent Valentine." A dark familiar voice said behind him casually. Vincent whipped around, pulling his gun out towards the direction of the voice. There, with all his former glory, stood the legendary general Sephiroth, cladded in his normal black attire. He knew now that his curiosity was to be the end of him.

"Sephiroth!" Vincent said in alarm, holding his gun straight at the silver haired man. The two men stared at one another for quite a while until Sephiroth reached behind him and shut the door, though never taking his eye's from Vincent's.

"Come now, Vincent, you don't need such weapons in here." Sephiroth told him softly. Vincent blinked and before he knew what happened, Sephiroth had knocked his gun from his hand, thrown him on the bed, and was on top of him pinning his arms above his head. Vincent began to struggle but to no avail, causing Sephiroth to grin madly. "Mmmm, I love it when my prey try to resist."

Sephiroth quickly grabbed the squirming man beneath him by the chin and roughly brought his lips down upon Vincent's. Vincent's mind raced wildly with fear and utter confusion. He tried to pull his face from his captor but Sephiroth held him there with an iron-like grip. Sephiroth's tongue snaked into his mouth for a taste when Vincent tried to shout. The effect of Sephiroth's deep kiss made Vincent go completely limp. (His mind actually exploded.) Sephiroth noticed this and sat up, smiling down at his miserable Vincent under him. He stood up from the bed, pulling Vincent up to stand as well. Immediately, the raven-haired man jolted for the door only to find it stuck shut. The sudden clanging of metal behind made Vincent snap around and press his body to the door in fear. Standing just inches away, Sephiroth held his Masamune between them.

"My sweet, sweet Vincent. I have had my eye on you for sometime now……… waiting for this." Sephiroth purred. Gently, he reached up and caressed Vincent's porcelain face with his free hand. Vincent held perfectly still, until Sephiroth suddenly grabbed as his red cloak and tore it off of him and tossing it to the floor, going straight for his shirt next. Soon, the pale skin of Vincent's chest was completely exposed to Sephiroth. The silver haired general ran his hand from the ex-Turk's neck, all the way done to his naval. With a sudden swipe, Sephiroth ran the blade across Vincent's fair chest, leaving a fresh line of blood. Vincent flinched, making the silver-haired man chuckle softly. Sephiroth moved close enough to put his lips to Vincent's ear, cooing to him softly. "So much pain in life, isn't there? Oh, my delightful pet, I know that you have suffered much."

The blood trickled down as Sephiroth freed his hand of the sword, going back for his chest. Sephiroth smeared the blood leisurely across the rest of Vincent's smooth torso, almost massaging the other man. He ran his hands back up to grab the nape of Vincent's neck, pulling the raven-haired man close to hold him in his strong arms. "Let me relieve some of that pain. Give yourself to me, Vincent."

Vincent could still feel the stinging on his chest, his body feeling heavier and heavier. Soon, he had slumped completely into Sephiroth's embrace, hardly caring anymore as he submitted to the dominant man. His eyelids began to droop as if it was all a dream, Vincent felt as if he was floating when Sephiroth carried him back to the bed. The smell of his own blood made his mouth water. Vincent could hear the sound of something heavy hitting the floor; curiosity forced his head to look over at Sephiroth standing by the bed. He had removed his black trench coat, letting it slide to the floor before climbing over Vincent once more. Vincent almost felt relaxed until Sephiroth brought his head down and began licking the lesion caused by his sword, while his hands explored his body. A moan escaped Vincent's lips as the sensation warmed him inside like fire. Sephiroth then began nibbling and running his tongue across Vincent's neck, sending more of the strange sensation throughout Vincent's body. Vincent closed his eyes, running his fingers through Sephiroth's silver locks as his breathing and heartbeat hastened in chorus. Sephiroth unclasped the belt of his newfound lover, sending one hand in to explore while looking back into those crimson eyes that fluttered open in uncertainty. Sephiroth smirked, kissing him softly to comfort him as he continued his stroking. Their tongues danced wildly, sparking a fire of ecstasy within them both. Sephiroth pulled Vincent into a sitting position, holding him closer while deepening their passionate kiss. To Sephiroth's surprise, Vincent grabbed the silver-haired man's pants and unbuckled them, sliding them down. They both removed their pants and went back to one another. They fell back towards the bed, pulling silk sheets up about them as they soon set their love in motion. (I'll leave this part for the audience's imagination. )

Elsewhere………

The redheaded Turk made his way up the steps of the Haunted Hotel, rereading the note that was sent to him that morning. 'Reno: If you want to know the location of Cloud and his members of Avalanche are, meet me in room 203 of the Gold Saucer Haunted Hotel tonight at 10:30.' He was already assigned to search in that area and had split up with Rude and Elena so it wouldn't hurt to pop in to see if this was any information worth hearing. He just wanted get it over with and find the nearest bar.

Aeris: Hahahah! I can't believe I actually wrote this, man I'm dirty!

Sephiroth: (crying in shame) OMG! I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU WROTE THAT!

Vincent: (gaping with a horrified expression all over his face) He……… touched……… my danger zone……… HE COULD POSSIBLY BE MY SON, YOU KNOW!

Aeris: You liked it.

Vincent: (shoots self)

Aeris: (uses phoenix down on Vincent)

Vincent: NOOOOOOOOO! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Aeris: Absolutely everything! SO! How bad was it? Really bad, I bet. Well, whatever. I'm expecting to hear major flames, so I'm ready. BRING IT ON! I'll still continue my kinky love fest even if you all hate it! MWAHAHAHAHA!

Vincent and Sephiroth: KILL US! PLEEEEEEAAAASE!

Aeris: Onto chapter 2!

Vincent and Sephiroth: NOOOOOOO!