"Puppy Love"
IX
Final Fantasy Crisis Core FanFiction
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Honestly, I was afraid of writing this chapter, which is why it took so long for me to actually… well, write it. I'm really sorry to all my fans. ;
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"You smell like him."
Vincent tensed, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Sephiroth really was like an animal, in the way he could smell Zack on him. Or was it just an instinct?
"What of it?" The gunman decided to play coy and act like, well, a bastard.
The raven was perched on the serpent's lap, back pressed into the more solid man's chest. Sephiroth's arms encircled him, one hand on his throat. Forcing Vincent's head back, he felt the muscles of his throat move, swallowing down a lump.
"I'll have to punish you now." Sephiroth's voice wasn't at all angry, which probably scared Vincent more. The general was obviously toying with the gunman's emotions, playing him like a puppet.
Vincent wasn't sure what to say to this.
Taking the chance, Sephiroth dragged his tongue along Vincent's exposed neck, receiving a muffled groan.
"How should I punish you?" Sephiroth pondered aloud, starting to nibble on the other's flesh. "I'll let you choose."
"Let me choose?" Vincent screwed his face up, brows furrowed and lips forming a frown. "You have no original ideas?"
"Oh, I have plenty of ideas." The man behind him chuckled deviously. "I would like to hear your opinion first."
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Sitting on the edge of the old well, nostalgia rained down on Cloud's mind. He had thought that, perhaps, Zack would understand his feelings and wouldn't take them for granted. Unfortunately, it seemed the soldier was more intent on chasing after the gunman.
Staring up at the skies, Cloud studied on one particular cloud. He smiled a bit, but it was a wasted smile. No one saw. No one cared. The blond was alone, heart broken and lost.
Pulling his knee into his chest, he turned his eyes from the sky, feeling an imminent doom coming from the blue unknown.
He wanted to find Zack, to tell him off for leaving him like that. But… he couldn't. Zack probably had his own intentions of blowing him off like that.
A kiss and run. More hurtful than a hit and run. Perhaps he had been living in Midgar for too long to feel this way?
No, if he had been in effected by Midgar's mood, then he wouldn't feel anything. It was surprising the way Cloud still had feelings after all that's happened to him so far.
The only reason he wanted to join Shinra and SOLDIER was so he could become famous, like Sephiroth; a hero, only to impress his crush, Tifa Lockhart.
That didn't happen. He was nothing but a wimpy, weak, grunt. A disposable figure in the eyes of Shinra. He couldn't bear to have Tifa see him as he was now. She wouldn't like him. She would hate him.
But then, after he met Zack, everything changed. His heart started to long for the dark haired soldier, wanting to be around him, closer.
Zack had given him courage and a reason to believe he would, one day, become a soldier. He couldn't believe that Zack had hurt him like that.
The pain he felt in his heart was too much to bear.
Gripping his chest, he forced to keep his face straight, not wanting to break, even if no one was watching. He had to be strong, no matter how hard it was. He'd have to pretend like nothing happened, even though he was a terrible actor. Zack would probably not see the pain and would treat him as a friend again.
He just hoped that, someday, this pain would go away. Hoped that he could find someone who would love him as much as Zack loved Vincent.
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"I did NOT agree to this!"
"Oh, come now. You look very becoming." Sephiroth purred, amused by Vincent's sudden anger.
"No! No!" Vincent had forgotten the plan he and Zack formed in his moment of anger.
Sephiroth had let him 'choose' which punishment he would receive. However, it seemed Sephiroth had intended to do this all along.
Looking pretty as a picture in a red and black velvet dress, bits of his hair swept up and tied in a matching ribbon, he glared daggers at the man responsible for this.
The jade eyed soldier smirked. He had suspected his raven was acting strangely. This was only a ruse to get him to break that ridiculous acting display.
"You look beautiful. Why are you complaining?" Sephiroth asked with a little tease. "Is it hurting your pride?"
"You damn bastard! I'll kill you!" Vincent grabbed for his gun, only to have it stolen by Sephiroth.
The silver haired general held it back, away from Vincent's grabbing hands. "Now, now. No need to be so blood-thirsty. A lady should never lay one finger on such a weapon."
"I hate you!"
This only made Sephiroth grin happily, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Would you rather be naked and sprawled on the bed?"
Vincent's cheeks burned a crimson red at the thought of such a humiliation.
Huffing, he sat down, hands lay lady like on his lap. With a large frown on his face, he looked away from his captor, wishing him dead a million times over.
"That's a good boy." Sephiroth smirked, starting to like this 'owning' business. He hadn't thought Vincent would be this much fun when he first took him. "Just be happy I'm not going to dinner parties with you on my arm."
He stood and approached Vincent, a hand touching the other's cheek softly. With hidden intent, he forced Vincent to look at him, the other hand clutching his chin. With a pout from Vincent, Sephiroth leaned in and kissed him softly.
"When I finish this mission, you'll come back with me to Midgar." Sephiroth left no room for argument. "Stay here. I'll be back shortly."
He turned and left, rushing off to meet the guide that will lead him and Zack up the mountain to the reactor.
