Should Never Have

Gabreilla Moushigo

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Last Chapter…

"Be serious!" Cid slurred, hushing himself down to a whisper. "I think Tifa's a good girl and all… but I think she cheated on ya!" He started sniffling. "I hate tellin' yeah cause I love you both so much. I didn't know ya'll was together until Shera told me last night… well…" He sniffled through a bit of a laugh. "Until I heard you two screwin' around."

This got his notice, although he highly doubted Tifa's infidelity, he needed a good laugh. "Ok," Vincent snickered. "You have my full attention."

"Cloud visited a little while ago." Cid said softly. "We went drinkin' – ya know… like us tonight. I wasn't half drunk as him… he started talkin'."

Vincent felt a warning in his heart, he stopped eating, stopped drinking. He just wanted to listen.

Realizing that Vincent was really looking at him now, Cid began to talk. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "He said that when he came to see you a while back that he might have fiddled with Tifa a bit."

Vincent almost felt like he was listening down a long hall way. His shaking hand was gripping his coke can for what little support it had. "What did he mean by fiddled?"

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"I dunno." Cid punched his chest and burped. "I dunno, he just said that they fought a bit and he did something with her." He shook his head. "I can't remember the exact wordin'."

Tears smarted his eyes and he crushed the aluminum between his fist. "F-fuck." He let a curse through his lips. He bent down running his hands through his hair, tugging at it, hoping the pain would keep him from making a fool out of himself and weeping right in front of Cid.

Cid knew that for Vincent to curse, it must have cut him deeply. He was a polite one after all, a real gen-teel-man as he would pronounce it. "There, there." He smacked Vincent's back.

"I can't believe this." Vincent wanted to cry again, but held it back inside. Why didn't she tell him what had happened? He knew by the markings on her arms that whatever happened between the two of them wasn't consensual. Gods… and he tried having sex with her right afterwards… no wonder she reacted the way she did. This whole time he was wondering what he had done, and he had been a fool not to make the connection. He could hardly believe Cloud was capable of something like that. Which begged to question – how far did he get with her? Did he molest her or all out rape her?

Guilt swarmed him and his mind screamed. He should never have left her there! He should've let her go get the damn greens for that stupid bird instead. He should have never stopped for coffee. If he hadn't he would have put a hole into that bastard's head the moment he got home. "C-Cid!" He felt sick suddenly.

"I'm sorry she did that." Cid bawled drunkenly.

"She didn't do anything!" He defended, running his hand through his hair to calm himself. "Cloud did something terrible to her."

Cid seemed to pick up on this right away and smacked his hand on the table. "Well, I'll fucking kill him!" There that –ing went again. "I'll-" He said before he passed out at the counter.

Shera will get him in a moment. He said to himself, he all but ran down the hallway to the bathroom. Tifa was just emerging as he stepped next to the door. "Oh!" She covered her heart in surprise, she was wearing a towel. "I didn't expect you to be out here in the doorway." She smiled awkwardly. "I forgot my clothes… silly huh? Especially after I scolded you for trying to walk out the door without your clothes on." She straitened his t-shirt, as she would often his cloak. "I know you were eager… but you should have gone to bed anyway. I would have woken you up for your surprise."

He almost hated to talk to her about what he just found out, considering she was finally getting back to normal again. Hell, she managed to talk to him now like nothing had happened.

She took note of his red eyes. "Have you been crying again?" She brushed the hair out of his face with her hand. "You see? You shouldn't drink so much – you get all embarrassed when you sober up."

He couldn't stand listening anymore and practically dragged her into their room. He locked the door behind and then tossed pulled her to him. He was holding her, maybe a little too tightly and she asked. "Vincent?"

"Why didn't you tell me what happened?" He was close to tears, but would not let them run over.

"W-what do you mean?" She stammered.

"Cloud!" He had to keep himself from screaming, he loosened his tight grip on her so he wouldn't be so intimidating. "Cloud! The day he visited! Why didn't you tell me what happened?" He just took her hand and led her to the bed so they could sit and talk… he was going to pace around the room if he didn't.

"How did you find out about that?" Tifa wondered, afraid at being found out. Self blame bubbled through her again.

"Cid told me!" Vincent didn't even know why she was asking.

"How did he find out?" She kept up the questioning.

"Cloud told him!" He was exasperated.

"Why would he tell someone that?" She let tears fall that she didn't even know had formed yet. "Why would he tell?"

Vincent realized that he needed to be calmer with her, lest he frighten her. "What did he do to you Tifa?"

Tifa shook her head, not wanting to say. "I didn't want you to know."

"I thought that you were afraid of me." Vincent pulled her to him. "I thought you didn't want to be with me."

"No!" She shouted. "It wasn't like that… I was just ashamed."

"Why?" He couldn't even begin to understand her reasoning. "You did nothing wrong."

"Yes I did!" Tifa hide her face from him. "He was holding me down and when he touched me…" She shuddered just thinking about it, but confessed. "I came. I couldn't help it… I was just sensitive after everything we had done." She couldn't even look at him now, she felt such guilt. "I'm so ashamed."

He held her, patting her hair gently. "Don't be. I'm not mad at you; it's not your fault." Gods, he was going to shoot that bastard and enjoy it too.

"You can't mean that!" Tifa sobbed.

"I mean it." He soothed, and then he had to ask. "Tifa, did he do anything else?"

"No!" She sniffled into his shirt, clutching at him.

God, he hoped that she was telling the truth this time because he didn't have the heart to keep up with this questioning. He just wanted to say. "Even if he did, I wouldn't blame you… alright?" When she didn't answer he squeezed her a bit and she nodded her head. "Good." She seemed to calm down after a few long moments. She must finally believe his words. When he was sure she was finished crying he grabbed a tissue out of box on the side of the bed and handed it to her, lifting her up as he did. "Here." He moved away from her so she could do what she needed to. She took it, blew her nose with it and handed it back to him. He eyed it distastefully before he tossed it in the trashcan. She giggled at his expression and he smiled. At least she was laughing now. "Let's get some sleep." If he could after all this mess.

She looked up and him disbelievingly. This is exactly what she didn't want. She just wanted everything to get back to normal. She just wanted him to touch her again. "You don't want to do whatever you wanted with me?" Tifa questioned, tears threatening to surface again.

"No," He shook his head. "I couldn't ask you to do that now."

"You don't want me anymore?" She felt dirty suddenly, wishing he hadn't found out all over again.

"No!" She was putting words into his mouth. "That's not it… I just don't want you to feel like you have to do something you don't want to do."

"But Vincent," Tifa said softly, blushing. "You've never done anything I didn't want you to do before."

"Tifa…" He warned.

"I don't mind - I want you to." Tifa edged a little closer to him. "I want to you to do the things you did to me… like before. I'm tired of you treating me like your going to break me."

"I don't want to scare you." He said lamely.

"You won't." She assured, creeping up to him and giving him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Vincent sighed, feeling his body responding to her. He would give her what she wanted, but he would have to pay attention to her. The first sign that she was uncomfortable with him… He turned his head and placed his lips on hers. She bent her head back to give him more access, which he greedily accepted. His arm sneaked around her back to support her as he ravaged her mouth. His lips then found her cheek and forehead before trailing down to her neck. He bit down gently as he always did, holding her in place. She moaned happily, missing this sensation. She held herself up as he pulled the knot out of her towel. "You're so soft." He purred against her skin, cupping her breast in the palm of his hand. His thumb ran circles around her nipple, making her shiver. He allowed himself this small indulgence as he lowered his head to her taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. His fingers found her center, rubbing her ruthlessly. Her body responded with a sharp shudder. She gasped and pushed her hips forward. He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "And I haven't even gotten started yet."

Vincent wasn't going to wear her out before he could take her tonight… but he was going to have fun making her cum for him at least twice. He grinned. This wouldn't take long. He continued suckling on her nipples and playing with her breasts. His mouth left her flesh rosy colored in its wake. She always seemed to enjoy how he held her still while he ravaged her - so he did. All the while his fingers plucked at her chords until she came around his fingers. His mouth would be on her in no time. Her body was pulled the edge of the bed, where he always had the best access to her. He wasted no time as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and pulled her hips forward. He plunged his tongue into her, making sure she would be ready for him. She gasped at this intrusion. She could still feel his fingers toying with her and bringing her to the brink. "Oh, Vincent!" He neck twisted to the side.

Vincent smiled; he could get used to hearing that. He stood up then, leaving her on the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt and boxers off with the greatest of ease before he hopped back into bed with her. For their first time together, he wanted to be able to control what happened… fearing in her enthusiasm she might hurt herself. She was already rubbing herself against him as he kissed her.

His left arm was behind her neck to support her neck and his weight and his other held her left hip. He felt sweat dripping off of him onto her as he tired to control himself. He found her entrance quickly, it was slick from his earlier ministrations but it was a tight fit. He was barely in her and he was shaking with effort not to dive into her. It had been a long time. He pulled in and out, in and out, little by little to get her body used to him. He came up to a barrier within her and sighed in relief. He jabbed through it making her body jerk underneath him. Cloud hadn't – thank the Gods. He might not have to torture the hell out of the little fuck before he shot him. "Sorry." He panted into her ear.

"It's ok." Tifa was panting as well. "The pain isn't so bad. It just burned for a moment."

Vincent nodded his head before beginning a slow rhythm in her. The length of his torso made it nearly impossible for him to kiss her lips without great effort. He settled on her forehead instead, and the top of her hair. He looked down at her often, watching her face change from pained to almost placid after she was used to him within her. She would be sore later, but hopefully he had gone slow enough to keep her from feeling any excruciating pain.

Tifa closed her eyes and let her head loll to the side; her neck was cradled by his arm comfortably in spite of what it was made of. She was so glad… that he was her first. Even though he was bossy and demanding, it also made her feel good. His strength in this made her secure. If Cloud had… Despite herself she started seeing horrible things again, she tried to block them, miserable that she was failing yet again.

Vincent instantly recognized it. "Tifa!" He said sternly, hoping that by commanding her he would relieve her. If she continued however... "Open your eyes and look at me." He pulled his arm out from under her head before grabbing both of her hands in his, his fingers twining with hers. He let his body get that much closer to hers. He pulled his hips back and jabbed himself back in and she screamed. He smiled, she was pleased. "You're so tight Tifa." He shuddered at his own words. "I almost can't control myself."

"Vincent!" She shuddered, her eyes closing again. This time she was so distracted she couldn't think of anything else.

"That's right," He began pushing into her harder, faster. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand it." He brushed against her mass of nerves as he pulled out and pushed back into her. "Cum for me Tifa, cum now." He rubbed her just the right way, and she did. He had to breathe and calm himself down as she came around him. She pressed herself up into him, her back arching. Damn, this was a lot harder than it seemed! She crushed him until he panted with the effort. He had to pull out of her to give himself a rest.

He laid down on his back then, pulling her on top of him. He figured that she would be ready for this now. This also might be a little easier on him if she could control the movements. The moment he impaled her on him she threw her head back and screamed.

She panted at the near pain she was experiencing. He pushed his hips up to hers and she screamed again. "Oh, God Vincent!" She couldn't help but tell him. "You're so deep! I can't-!"

Damn it all! He grabbed her hips and rammed himself into her a few times before cuming himself. Her tight body and innocent confessions sapped at his self control. She shuddered every time he entered, screaming and writhing above him. Once the fog in his mind cleared he felt like grinning. He'd need to remember that for later.

She dismounted him, shaking as she did. She laid down on him for a few moments while they calmed down. At least he was trying to calm down. He was fighting with his body to keep from getting an erection again and failing miserably. It had been so long.

"Tifa," He sat up, getting a fun idea. Cid was going to hate him but he didn't care. "Come here." She obediently got up and sat in front of him. Before she knew it he had one of her legs up and over his hip as he rammed himself into her. He had her pinned against the headboard. She cried out at his rough treatment before moaning as he pushed himself in and out of her.

"Tifa," He purred as he took her with near violence. "I love you." The head board was cracking against the wall against the weight of his thrusts, Cid's wall. That's for calling me a faggoty vampire you son of a bitch. He came again, much too quickly and she was still panting.

"I love you too." She answered him breathlessly.

"Tell me who you love, Tifa." He growled against her throat.

She was confused at first, but picked up on his subtlety. "You, Vincent."

"That's right." Her eyes went wide when she felt him grow inside her again. "I'm not going to let you go tonight." He flipped her over onto her stomach and dragged her to the side of the bed.

Tifa got onto her knees just in time for him to enter her again, reaching a depth she didn't think possible. "Vincent." She panted, she felt him shiver behind her and he stopped for a moment to regain his composer. She smiled at this, which was not lost to him.

He pulled out purposely and rubbed himself against her and she squeaked. He let something of an evil laugh escape his lips before he entered her again. She let her head fall and gripped on the sheets. "You're mine Tifa!" He shouted possessively into the back of her neck. "You're mine and I'll never let anyone touch you again!" As a natural progression he pushed her head down until it was against the bed. She complied and was rewarded with this new depth he was able to achieve in this position. It was almost painful. "I'll never let you go." He said with such finality that she felt the back of her eyes burn with tears.

He would never know how happy he made her. He finally brought his hand around to toy with her until she came around him for the second time that night. "Vincent!"

He grabbed the back of her right hand with his and fought to keep from letting his left tear into the down comforter. He grit his teeth together to keep from screaming as he felt her body tighten and release in spasms. "Damnit," He growled, panting. "Too fast." He flipped her over onto her side and laid with her there for long moments while he stilled his fiercely beating heat.

She giggled at his words - something she was going to regret. That was, until she gently whispered his name into his ear. Something in him softened then, he relaxed against her for at least the time being. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She rested her head obediently against his chest while he stroked her long hair. "My Tifa…" He leaned a bit to kiss her forehead tenderly before touching it with his.

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Tifa rested her head against his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. A thought struck her. "You know… you are awfully good at this."

He grinned. "Obviously I'm not good enough if you're still awake."

"Be serious!" She said, even though she giggled at him. "Where did you learn all this stuff?" She looked up with a blush. "In a magazine?"

Gods no. "No, obviously I learned it during my special Turk training." He said with his dead-pan voice.

She gave him a skeptical look. She saw the tell-tale sigh of his eyes trying not to crinkle in a smile and she laughed again. "No way, tell me the truth!"

"Videos, Tifa." Vincent scoffed. "Really."

That sounded more realistic for a man. "You got your techniques off porn?"

He nodded sincerely. "Yes, I learned everything I know from making those videos." Her eyes rounded. "Definitely good money, I probably should have stayed with them instead of becoming a Turk." She openly gaped at him now, in horror no less so he pushed the envelope. "Wait until I show you what I can do against a wall, a counter top or a fence."

"You're messing with me again!" She smacked his shoulder playfully.

He chuckled a bit, "Of course."

"Oh!" She flipped herself off of him in mock anger. She had her back to him. "You'll never tell me!"

"You really want to know?" His voice was right next to her ear as he nibbled on it.

"Y-yes." She left her neck exposed to him and be bit down.

"I think about all the things I want to do to you." He had her up off the bed in a swift movement, pressing her against the wall as he promised a moment ago. It was Cid's wall of course. "I'm a man after all, I've had my fantasies." His strong arms pulled her up before he pinned her to the wall with his body. "But I've had two years to think of what I wanted to do to you." He entered her and she cried out.

He pumped into her against the ungiving wall. Everything he did, all his kisses, the thrusting of his hips shot through her body. She came so hard, so quickly it took him off guard. He pounded into until he found his own release, each thrust sending a shock wave through her. She moaned his name into his hair and she could feel his smile. Before she knew it she was on the bed again and he was holding her to his side.

"Are you tired?" He asked and she nodded. "Then stop talking and go to sleep… if you keep it up I'll think you have too much energy and do you again." She only smiled at that and he said. "I mean it."

"Yes master." She said sarcastically.

"That's it!" He laughed, moving over her again.

"Wait!" She was laughing to, "I didn't mean it!"

"Too late!" And he had her moaning underneath him all over again, this time she passed out.

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I've rewritten this chapter at least half a dozen times. The finding out part was done in three different ways. I was going to have Vincent find out by realizing it finally. It didn't seem fun to do it that way though.

OR I was going to have him find out by Tifa finally admitting it to him after they did it… and it was awkward. She wasn't going to divulge who did it though... Until he found out later from Cid – got angry… then they talked about it.

Actually… there was a fourth… I was going to have him catch Cloud and shoot him – but as you can see I decided against it. I didn't want to kill Cloud off and I think if Vincent would have seen something like that he would have been dead as a doornail.

This was the way I figured was best – Vincent shows that he is a trusting individual still and he doesn't get angry at her. This was the best way to go I think.

The love scene has been redone about three to four times. This one was the best I could do and make it sweet. I don't go into the others – as they were pretty… ugh. I might use them later though… for new scenes. Who knows. I'm not sure how far this story is going to go – but I have a conclusion… it's just how I'm going to get there.

P.S. Happy B-day Vincent! Hope I post this in time for your present!