"Puppy Love"

"Puppy Love"

VIII

Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core Fanfiction

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WARNING!

There IS man on man lemon in this chapter. If you don't like it, then don't read it and consider this series over for you. If you like it, then continue on with your fangirlish wishes and squeal in your comments. Thank you.

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He wasn't sure how long he had been waiting, but he sure as Hell wasn't going to wait around inside a coffin.

Vincent wandered into the basement laboratory. It still looked the same as when Sephiroth had… well, first come onto him. A bit violently, if he remembered correctly.

He sat up on the desk, and looked around at all the gadgets. He hadn't gotten the chance to take a good look at this room yet. It brought back painful memories.

Zack… He smiled at the thought of that man. He felt a bit giddy, as if he had found his true-love, like in all those fairytales. He must've looked extremely goofy with that smile on his lips, yet he couldn't push it back.

Zack just about panicked when he got back and found Vincent was not in the coffin. Then he calmed himself, realizing that the man would be fine. Sephiroth hadn't followed him out of the inn, so there was no way he had gotten here first.

Vincent was probably somewhere by himself ...and utterly vulnerable to anything that Sephiroth could think of. Running to the lab, his head swam with fear. He wanted to touch Vincent, to know he was alright, to smell that gunpowder and cologne scent of his.

Opening the lab door, his heart lifted when he saw Vincent sitting there, a strange, yet calm smile on his face, though, no doubt, it would disappear in an instant.

Rushing to him, he wrapped his arms around Vincent, holding him tightly. "Vincent, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for awakening you...! For exposing you to Sephiroth..."

Not expecting anything to ruin his train of pleasant thoughts, Vincent jumped, obviously caught off guard from the hug thrown at him.

"Zack!" He tensed considerably, leaning back a bit, eyes wide and lips a thin line. "What has gotten into you? Why are you acting like it's the end of the world?"

Honestly, Zack was acting like a… a red neck who just saw an UFO that was really his Frisbee. Hesitantly, he placed his arms on Zack's back, hoping to calm him down a bit, in order to get a straight answer.

"Sephiroth... he isn't going to let you go," Zack whispered, his voice on the verge of tears, cracking, as his guilt welled within. "I caused this to happen. If I hadn't woken you up then Sephiroth wouldn't know about you and he wouldn't... wouldn't..."

Vincent wasn't sure how to react to this. It shouldn't be Zack's burden to worry about. It was his fault for being so beautiful. Why hadn't Hojo's experimentations scarred his face? If only…

"It's not your fault, Zack." He said softly, leaning his head against Zack's, feeling his warmth. "It's my sin to bear."

"It's not a sin to be attractive," Zack replied quietly, finally looking up at Vincent, a question lingering in his mind. His own naiveté and puppy-like acceptance was evident in that he had overlooked the sort of other-worldly aura of Vincent. But now, after Sephiroth had mentioned it...

"Vincent? Are you...a vampire?"

"What…?" Vincent stared at Zack, a sort of surprised disgust in his voice. How could he even think that?!

Then again… he began to think. Who knows what Hojo did to him? It was possible he had a gene in him that gave him the aura of a vampire, or something similar. Sighing, he looked away, letting his hair cover half his face.

"I don't think I am." He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "I… I have some qualities that aren't entirely human… It might give me the air of something like a vampire."

"Sephiroth said that you weren't human," Zack agreed quietly. "He said that you were... less than human, a monster."

His hands went to Vincent's cheeks, holding his face, lifting it to look into those beautiful red eyes. How could he have ever felt a thing for Sephiroth?

These eyes... they held the world to Zack. "You're more than human to me," Zack whispered, trying to reassure Vincent just as much as himself in that moment. "You're too... too wonderful to be a boring old human. You're like an angel, Vincent. And I won't let Sephiroth have you!" His courage was slowly returning. If he had Vincent, he knew that he could do what needed to be done. "We need to leave though... we need to get away from here and Sephiroth."

"But, Zack…" Vincent blushed at the sweet compliments given to him. No one had ever told him he was an angel, and it filled him with that same giddy feeling he had a short while ago. He looked down and away from the soldier, swallowing heavily. They couldn't just run. Sephiroth was a specially trained soldier. He would find them too easily.

"We can't run. Running away will put a bad mark on your records and put you on the top of the Turks' hit list." He was an ex-Turk. He knew this. "It doesn't matter if you're friends with them or not. They put work before friendship. You have to understand this." Furrowing his brows, he glared into Zack's pretty blue eyes. "I won't let that happen to you because of me! Do you expect me to live my life happily knowing that?!"

Calming down a bit, still with an angry look, he said in a bitter mumble, "It'd be better if I just go to Sephiroth."

"Do you expect ME to live MY life happily if you did that!?" Zack replied with a snap, his hands now going to the man's shoulders. "I'll be damned if I let you go off with that - that madman!"

Vincent was close to tears, hating the situation they were both in. At this rate, there'd be no way they could be together.

Breathing in deeply, he looked down in between them, eyes dimming with sadness. This was exactly what it was like with him and Lucrecia. They both couldn't abandon Shinra, for both their heads would be for ransom.

Was it the same here? Not entirely, but if they were ever to be together, either Sephiroth had to die, or they had to risk being stalked by the Turks. "Zack, I…" He leaned into the man, resting his head on the other's chest. "We're stuck, aren't we?"

"Yeah... Even if we kill Sephiroth..." he murmured, looking away, trying to think.

"Even if we killed him, we would still be stalked by Shinra." That and Zack honestly didn't think that he could kill Sephiroth. The man was quickly becoming less and less human. It was frightening. "We're stuck... but I won't let him have you!"

That simple thought was what scared him the most. Vincent shook his head as best he could against Zack's chest, making a small, indescribable noise. "No. It's not good enough." His hands clenched onto Zack's shirt. "We'll be separated no matter what we do. It's better to not fight against it. I don't… want you to get hurt."

"I don't care!" Zack replied, holding Vincent tighter, protectively. "I would rather die then see you in his clutches! I want to be with you! I won't let him take you away from me..." He closed his eyes, burying his face in Vincent's soft hair. "You could be safe... though it would mean that I couldn't see you again." It broke his heart to think that way, but he would rather see him safe.

"You should... return to your sleep," he said quietly. "If you do, then I could lock your casket. No one would ever be able to get to you again." He wished he could join Vincent, but he knew that while Vincent could probably fall into a sleep like that, Zack's own body could not do such a thing. He would need food and air... He wasn't like Vincent.

Vincent smiled wryly. That seemed so easy. He ran his fleshed fingers up and down Zack's back, thinking it over. Sephiroth could easily break off the lock and take him back. Zack wasn't strong enough to kill Sephiroth. It was no use.

"I can't do that, Zack." He said softly, nuzzling into the man's neck. "He can break off the lock. Why are we fighting this? It's hopeless."

"Because I don't want to see you getting hurt..." Zack replied, refusing to let go, to give up. "I don't want you to be with him... to feel alone and hurt like you did last night. I tried to get him to see reason, I even offered to take your place but he... He's obsessed."

"Obsessed…" Vincent repeated that word. It was such a silly word. "Then… we should make him un-obsessed. I'll go to him and act completely different. Get him to un-like me."

It was a fool's hope, but it might work. There were crazier schemes out there.

Zack leaned forward, his lips pressing against Vincent's. He needed to know... to know that Vincent would still love him, even if he went with Sephiroth. It may work, it may not, but as long as Vincent understood that Zack loved him completely, then at least he wouldn't feel alone. His tongue pressed against those lips, asking for permission to enter, so gentle compared to Sephiroth.

Vincent tensed, finding these actions so sudden, yet welcoming. Obliging, his lips parted, allowing entrance.

He moaned softly, leaning close, cheeks flushed. He would gladly give his entire life to Zack; a man he had never thought would mean so much to him. It was pure pain to be in this kind of situation. A situation neither could escape from.

He wanted to feel Zack against him, loving every inch of him, needing that love as much as he needed air.

And Zack obliged completely, throwing himself onto Vincent with utter abandon.

Tasting, pressing, his tongue moved gently within, his arms holding Vincent against his own form, unwilling to release him. This was their moment, and he wouldn't end it until Vincent wanted it to. Right here, right now, he was Vincent's. He let out a tiny moan himself, breathing into Vincent's mouth, pressing Vincent slightly down onto the desk.

Vincent allowed such behavior, rather liking this. When they had first met, he had hated it. It had no tactic, no plan. But now...

Back against the desk, raven hair spilling around him in a dark halo, Vincent moaned softly, his own tongue greeting the probing muscle. Hands tightening against Zack's shoulders, he wriggled his hips, trying to get a comfortable position, while sprawled out like an experiment.

Zack allowed him to get comfortable, before grinding his hips against Vincent's, no playfulness. This was serious, perhaps even the last time they could have it like this for a long time. His tongue entwining with Vincent's, he sucked in a breath, pulling it slightly from Vincent's mouth, before pressing himself completely against the man, trapping him beneath his form.

"Ngh!" Vincent squirmed, his body feeling hot, cheeks flushed a light pink. Zack was serious; that much was obvious.

Tingles ran through his body, causing him to twitch slightly, soft pants making their way from deep in his throat. He pulled his lips way from their wet kiss, finding it hard to speak.

"Z-Za...ck..." He gave a soft whimper.

"I-I'm sorry..." Zack replied, looking worried. He had forgotten that Vincent wasn't really used to this sort of thing.

"No... It's okay..." The corners of his mouth twitched, curving into a shy smile, eyes sparkling, despite the dim place they were currently in. "You don't... have to stop..."

Zack returned his with his own smile, his fingers moving to the buttons on Vincent's shirt, undoing them as easily as he had the day they met. "Alright... but only because it's you," he replied, his hand now running over smooth skin, as his lips and tongue returned to Vincent's mouth. "I love you, Vincent Valentine..." he added quietly, before their lips connected.

Was this catch Vincent off-guard day? Vincent's cheeks flared hot red, his lips trembling. Zack really loved him?

That was his first real confession. All the others he remembered were from stupid girls. Idiots in their own respect. They didn't know what they were getting themselves into. All they wanted was a good looking man hanging on their arm. But Zack was different.

Tears welling up in his beautiful eyes, Vincent wrapped his arms around Zack's neck, returning his kiss sweetly, sighing softly. How could he return the confession? Say 'I love you too', or were actions better than words?

They ended up being all that was needed, as Zack held him, knowing fully what Vincent meant. This was it, his completion. He had Vincent now, knew that the man loved him in return.

A smile on his lips, he parted for a moment, pressing his forehead against Vincent's. "You're all I ever need to feel full anymore..."

That didn't help Vincent with his blushing problem. Shyly looking into the man's blue eyes, he smiled, cheeks now a match for his red eyes. "You mean it...?"

"I mean what I say," Zack replied simply, shaking his head. "I wouldn't lie about something like that."

Vincent felt like a child. Was this what it meant to be loved?

In the next moment, he assaulted Zack with kisses on the lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, and neck. He couldn't control himself, wanting to give back what was given to him, feeling selfish with his actions.

Zack understood, and it took only a matter of moments before his shirt was off, and he was holding Vincent tightly in his bare arms, against his strong, warm chest, his lips running over the gunman's, moving to his neck, then to his collarbone. "Vincent...Please, please never let me forget this moment..." he murmured softly, tongue tracing a soft line from his collar to his Adam's apple.

Vincent swallowed, head tilting back as Zack made a wet line. He gave a soft moan, hands pressing against the other's upper arms, feeling the tense and well toned muscles of the soldier, being careful not to cut him with his claw. "I'm not a God of the Mind..." He said hoarsely. "But I'll try my best..."

"You could just be my god," Zack moaned slightly in response, his hips pressing against Vincent's, as his tongue stole its way into his mouth again; his hands on either side of Vincent's head, fingers running up and into his hair, before down his arms. His tongue intertwined with the other's, his hands making their way to Vincent's belt buckle, working to remove it. He would give Vincent everything.

The beautiful man shifted uncomfortably, feeling Zack's hands removing his belt, the feeling forcing a stir in his lower abdomen. This was what he wanted. How he wanted to be loved. Cheeks flushed with color, Vincent ran his fingers through Zack's soft spikes, inhaling sharply as the cold, bitter air of the basement bit at his exposed flesh. Hesitating, his own hands traveled down Zack's chest and to his pants, tugging at them, trying to copy what the other was doing.

Zack chuckled, finding Vincent's attempts cute and strangely arousing. He finally got Vincent's numerous belts off, relieving him of his tight pants with a sharp gasp, cold air biting at his exposed erection.

He bit his bottom lip, propping himself up on his elbows and watching Zack play, the strong urge to thrust growing with every stroke of the soldier's fingers. He moaned, legs spreading to give the other more room.

"Z-Zack…" Vincent breathed, nails digging into the wooden table.

Zack knelt, dragging his tongue along his length, drawing a small whimper from Vincent. He stopped long enough to watch him squirm, before using his skilled tongue to tease the head.

"S… a…!" Vincent wasn't making any sense as he tried to form words. Heat gathering below, making Zack mewl pleasantly at the reactions. "Ah…!" This was incredible. The heat of Zack's moist tongue enrapturing his manhood, making it all seem unbearable. He wanted to scream, make Zack stop yet keep going. At this point, it was safe to say that Vincent didn't know what he wanted.

Finishing his teasing, Zack, took Vincent's hand and pressed it against his well contained bulge, forcing the red eyed man to fondle him. "Like what you feel…?" He asked with a little smirk, voice husked over with lust.

Vincent panted, his hand trembling as Zack forced him to fondle his package. "I-I don't… know…" He cursed himself, probably ruining the mood. Lucky for him, Zack just laughed it off and kissed his mouth.

The next hour or so, they made love so sweet, it brought both of them to tears. They had touched each other softly, tenderly, afraid they would've hurt each other had they been a bit more rough.

Lying on the floor, cuddling and sticky with their semen, they allowed the after affects of sex take place, relishing in their orgasms.

"I should… get going…" Vincent broke the welcomed silence, reality of the situation taking control of his sense.

"Right…" Zack said softly, disappointment glimmering in his eyes.

Sitting up, they both gathered up their clothing, moving slow. They didn't want it to be like this. They were on the same wave-length, if you hadn't noticed already.

"Hey, Vince."

"Yeah, Zack?"

Vincent turned to look at his lover, a frail look on his face. He was trying to be strong, to keep a stiff upper lip.

"I… We won't be able to have another moment like this for a long while." Zack scratched the back of his neck, ignoring his shoulder guards, having been cast aside during. "And I just… wanted to wish you luck."

"Thanks. Odin knows I'll need it." Vincent placed his hand on his claw, running his fingers across the gold surface. "And Zack… I… I love you too."

"I know."

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Well, I know I had a few complaints saying "Where's the lemon!?" and… well, I keep telling you. I'm not good at it! Which is why it was so short! o Don't hate me.

R&R please

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