Storm Clouds
Chapter 12: Too Hasty
Once the first warmth of light softly kissed Vincent's cheek he had awoken from his sleep. It took him a while to understand his bearings but once again knew why he was sleeping in a 5 Star hotel he crawled out of bed. Afterward the gunman continued with his daily schedule of chores: making the bed (that's his favorite part), taking a shower, getting dressed, and splashed himself with a cool lap of water just too really get waken up.
He walked out his bedroom door and noticed a bundle of blankets crumpled up on the couch. What the hell? Vincent first thought but relaxed when he gained back his reason of composer. For a moment I forgot Cloud's here.
It only took the slight brush of Vincent's scent to wake up Cloud from his deep state of sleep. However, he only opened his eyes just to make sure it was Vincent before closing them again. This couch is too comfortable to get up at 6:30. He thought. Yet Vincent believed otherwise.
"Get up!" With the shove of his heel he kicked Cloud on the rear-end. "Common!"
"It's too early!" Cloud whined.
"I thought you were use to getting up earlier!" Vincent gasped.
"Yah but I'm not use to sleeping on something so comfortable." He allowed his blonde main to collapse back onto the cushion.
"I'll order room service!" Vincent slurred. Cloud shot up ignoring his untidy hair.
"Give me the phone." The brunette tossed the cordless phone to the assassin. Furiously Cloud dialed the number.
"Yah, uh…I would like blueberry pancakes, bacon, add in a bagel with cream cheese, and um—''
"Don't forget whose paying this." Vincent grumbled.
"Room number is 005. Thanks" Cloud turned off the phone and flipped it to Vincent as he calmly leaned against a pillar.
"So what are we going to do today!" Cloud cheeped in gay manner. The dark man raised his eyebrow.
"What do you mean 'we'? You're finding a job. I'm going to meet a friend." Vincent began his way towards the first floor of the suite.
"Friend?" Cloud followed. "The only friend you have in Tusas is me! Oh! Then there is Reeves."
"Correct."
"But he said he'd call you for the dinner! So that gives me most of the day with you!" Vincent stopped in the middle of the stairs.
"How long were you eavesdropping!"
"Not important!" Cloud leaned on the banister. "Common! Whatever you want to do I can take you."
"What? A bar so you can get me drunk and take me back in bed." Vincent smirked.
"Well at least now you say it with experience." Vincent's smirked dissolved. His flawless face now grew hard and cold like a porcelain mask.
"Cloud." He walked up the stairs to meet Cloud's eyes. "I want to get this out between us about our relations before Sephiroth was killed. I'm not here to bring that back. So I urge you to halt any future advances because I will have none of them." Cloud remained strong contact with Vincent's honest scarlet eyes but ironically he grinned at the older man. In a quite tone he spoke.
"If you think 2 years of not seeing each other is going to draw what we had cold, then you really haven't learned still of what I can make you do." Cloud turned back upstairs and hit the shower before he came down to retrieve his gourmet breakfast. Vincent of the other hand couldn't help but giggle. On the inside of course!
Once Cloud was bathed and feed he couldn't sly his way in touring the city with Vincent so he took his order and found a job.
Before he knew it Cloud was riding on an elevator to the top. Second time I use that excuse and that damn dumbass of a secretary still bought it. The elevator opened to a small room leading to another door with a personal secretary. Will they ever go away!
"You're here for an appointment?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Then go in when you wish." She motioned. Cloud followed through the doors and found Mr. Dewitt on his phone. He looked up and waved for Cloud to come in and have a seat.
"I'll get back to you on that." He placed the phone in its receiver and smiled at Cloud. "Mr. Peeress how may I help you today?"
"I was hoping that you were need of my services by any chance. You see business has been a little dry of sorts these past days." Cloud sat down.
"Been the same in Tusas. The drug lords have been canceling my weekly transports and are hiding in the south. Same in the Black Market." He began opening his drawers, looking for something of sorts. Probably another cigar to chew on.
"Then you can relate of how much I need a job." From his speech, his words groveled to be heard from the old man.
"I do have something or someone in mind." A spark of hope flickered in Cloud's oceanic eyes.
"You do!"
"Yes. His name is Edward Dellish. Not from around here but he's been with Tusas in our weaponry trade. Lately he's been keeping the good stuff and giving only the shitty stuff to Tusas. I gave him a warning or two but the old man is stubborn. Can you handle it?"
"Most defiantly sir."
"Good." Mr. Dewitt began scribbling furiously on a notepad. "Here is his address and correct time to catch him. Only him though. I've heard he has a son and grandchildren. I don't want any innocent blood spilled on this company. Not when it's this new." Cloud took the piece of paper but barely read what it said.
"Thank you very much sir." He bowed.
"Same price as last one?" Dewitt asked.
"Yes." With the President's permission the assassin was allowed to leave.
Cloud arrived at the hotel room a quarter to four in the afternoon and found Vincent reading a letter.
"I thought all the people who would write letters to you are dead." Cloud chuckled when he tossed his sunglasses to the key table.
"Not really. Barret does at least. He has nice handwriting." The blonde jumped over the couches' arm and came in close to read the letter.
"Dear Vincent…blah blah blah…Nice to see you're still around…blah blah blah…Marlene is well…blah blah blah. Hey there's my name—''
Before Cloud could read on Vincent snatched the letter from his sight.
"Do you mind but this was addressed to me only." His voice was cold but too thin to be true.
"Why won't you share you're letter with me?" Cloud whined.
"Stop whining. I hate it when you do it! Grow up." He sighed heavily with agitation and kept reading away from Cloud's eyes.
"Last time you would share you're letters with me." Cloud cooed. Vincent thought before choosing to say his statement.
"Last time we use to share everything." Vincent couldn't look at him. He kept his eyes down on the paper but Cloud could still feel that his thoughts were on him as they always were.
"Mon agne somber." He hummed. Cloud drew a finger to slowly skate across Vincent's unblemished cheekbone.
"Don't do that." Vincent slapped the finger away.
"Do what?" Cloud asked as if ignorant of what he was trying to commit.
"Don't talk to me in that romantic language like I'm some sleazy slut that you can win over with pretty sounds. Don't mistake me for Reno." Vincent stared at Cloud, and Cloud smiled.
"No, I would never use such a cheap trick on you." He grinned.
"I don't mind though." Vincent slipped. It wasn't meant to come out so bare but the hunger in him wanted Cloud now and quick. The ex-solider cupped Vincent's chin in his palm and caressed his supple lips with a gentle thumb.
Vincent melted into his palm and his eyes fluttered to a close. Cloud did the same as he moved closer and closer to those pair of rosebuds and at first kissed like as if they were holy; light and tender. Subsequently the blonde plunged his tongue in Vincent's mouth only to mold along the ex-Turk's tongue. Cloud moaned at the rising ecstasy the kiss brought. How long was it that he felt that he belonged here. With one that he loved and knew was loved back.
Vincent used his weight to climb on top of Cloud on the couch as he kissed him passionately. He maneuvered his lover's legs to wrap around his waist as his hand slide farther up along them. The brunette broke the kiss to slather along Cloud's neck but the frisky blonde held him by his lower lip playfully. Once he felt Vincent's tongue on his neck Cloud opened his eyes finally in awe.
He watched his fingers curl around Vincent's own hand and the other clenching tendrils of ebony hair. Yet Vincent freed his hand to slowly zip off Cloud's black shirt except was overtaken by the blonde's own impatience. The assassin hastily unzipped and torn off his jacket and was attacked by savoring lips. First his neck then they slivered down his chest, south of his abdomen and ending at his belt buckle. Cloud's breathing quickened as he watched Vincent unshielded him of his lasting clothes.
What Vincent did made Cloud clench the cushions of the couch and hiss in a pleasure that was too painful to endure without bucking his hips. The gunman came back to Cloud's lips but at first teased to be kissed. The second time Cloud moved to kiss him he dodged and noticed Cloud's level of desire for him.
The blonde hesitated to open Vincent's jacket. In the past they had problems of unclothing Vincent since only Cloud was the one alive to know of what he looked like under the cloak. Nevertheless Vincent allowed Cloud to continue without any resistance. He bit the inside of his cheek when he knew his lover could visually see his arm and the scars that went with it.
Vincent's upper body carried the same moonlight color as his face, but it seemed too much; making him looking like a ghost. However, he still retained his youthful body as he was when he reached 27 years of age. Taut, slender, and a graceful hint of a six pack but flawed with a golden clawed arm. The part where the mechanical arm connected with the rest of his body was marred as if the one who did it painfully forced the two to mesh together. Vincent, who was a vain mortal young man that knew only to be beautiful, was forever crushed to know he carried an imperfection.
Cloud kissed that scared shoulder carefully and took Vincent's flawed arm to drape over his shoulder. He pressed his forehead against Vincent's with closed eyes to whisper "Beautiful".
The brunette smiled widely. Cloud wrapped his arm around Vincent's neck to bring him in for another heated kiss. They leaned back on the couch, kissing and caressing each other. Yet soon Cloud thought that by now Vincent should take off his pants. With him already bare it wasn't fair that Vincent was still wearing his leather pants. To show that he was impatient, Cloud began shoving his hand down the back of Vincent's pants, eager to get inside of him.
"Don't you think this is going too fast?" Vincent huffed. Cloud answered by unbuckling the belt. The ex-Turk sat up with Cloud to help him take off his pants and once off Vincent began maneuvering between Cloud's legs.
He sucked on the spot where Cloud's neck connected with his shoulder until a bruised mark began to show. Vincent carried on to the other side while Cloud was again getting impatient with Vincent's slothfulness. The blonde began bucking, pushing his hips into Vincent's. Gradually Cloud's grinding became slow and hard, like a seductive dance driving Vincent to the brink of insanity.
The brunette plied Cloud's legs even farther apart and pulled him closer to align themselves right. The assassin closed his eyes and felt Vincent plunging into his center and slowly rocked back and forth.
Cloud's eagerness and desire was at its pinnacle. He pulled Vincent into him even more and his gunman moaned. Locks of his black hair fell into his closed eyes but Cloud didn't push them away. He loved the messy, wild look it gave Vincent and only clenched his hands in the sea of ebony. The blonde breathed in his scent as Vincent was carrying on thrusting back and forth into him.
Both were reaching their climax fast; climbing higher and higher before taking the plunge. They held on to each other close, like tendrils clinging and clinging to each other. Their bodies meshed together perfectly as that a puzzle would. As Cloud's passion dimmed his mind wandered to a long ago memory when he and Vincent last shared.
It was in the mountains, at home. Before Sephiroth came and blew the reactor. I just got in a fight with Zack and told him that we should stay here a few more days. He wanted to go searching south. But sadly I was right in staying put. The last night Vincent and I spent together was in a barren room. We made love on the floor with only his lard cape keeping us warm and a candle for light. But I could still make out his red eyes. I'll never forget those red eyes which I kissed that night.
Vincent's strength was spiraling down. He only had one last shot and then he was spent. His pushed his deepest into Cloud and held in there for sometime. Both men moaned their loudest until he released and let go. Now both bodies were coated with sweat. He was beginning to finally feel the nail marks Cloud gave him during their rapture. The blonde could feel Vincent's arms tremble so he encouraged him to lay his head on his chest. The brunette obeyed and tried to catch his breath. He grabbed his red cape that lay on the floor and brought it to cover them now that it was getting cold from the lack of heat they had in their blood.
Cloud immediately went to sleep but Vincent was only staring off into space. That was until he heard the cell phone ring inside the drawers of his room.
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