I shall call this Vinceroth.

I changed some of the events a little. I'm sorry Square Enix! Oh, did I put the disclaimer thing in here?

I don't own FF7 or the characters in this. Squeenix does. (Jazzhands)

Sephiroth had felt increasingly uneasy as he neared Nibelhiem. He'd been sent after Genesis on many occasions since the desertion and every time left him more frustrated. They hadn't said anything about his former friend when he'd been given the mission but he knew. Almost every assignment he'd been given had brought up clues to Genesis' presence.

Zack opened a coffin, then shut it quickly with a shocked look.

"What is it?" Sephiroth asked.

"I think there's a body in there."

He stepped aside as Sephiroth opened the coffin. A man lay on the rotting red velvet, eyes closed, his face looked troubled as though he were having a nightmare. "I don't think he's dead."

"Should we call someone?"

The man opened his eyes and Sephiroth saw they were bright red, they looked at him pleadingly and he understood. "I was mistaken, he is dead. Anyway you go search the rest of the mansion, I'll finish here."

"Alright." The man threw him a somewhat lazy salute and left him alone with the coffin.

~And now we go to Vinny~

The silver- haired man lifted the lid again. "Who are you?" he asked softly.

"No one."

"Why are you here?"

"So I can continue to be no one."

"Tell me your name."

"Vincent Valentine."

He saw recognition in the man's face. "The Turk Vincent Valentine?"

"Once."

"You deserted almost thirty years ago, the search was given up before I became a SOLDIER."

SOLDIER! Could he be…? "Sephiroth?"

"You've heard of me?" His voice was a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

"Once." Should I tell him? Can I tell him? …No

There was silence for a while. "Why did you leave?"

How can I answer that? "I failed a mission."

"One mission?"

"Yes."

The silence was broken by Zack's voice. "Sephiroth, I found it."

With one final look of regret, Sephiroth got up and left.

~Skipping the whole reactor incident, I don't feel like getting into it, not sure why~

Light hit Vincent's eyelids once again as the lid to his coffin slid open. He opened his eyes to see Sephiroth's face. He looked pained and without a word he climbed into the coffin. He lay there for a while, staring at the dusty ceiling with blank eyes. He remained silent as he moved Vincent's cloak to kiss his neck. The cloak was removed with unspoken consent and Vincent ran his fingers through the SOLDIER's hair. He gasped lightly and teeth scraped lightly against his flesh.

He didn't look like her. He didn't act like her. There was nothing reminiscent of her in the man attached to his neck.

The feel of the silver hair between his fingers, the breath on his skin. "I don't deserve this." That he should bring me bliss when I have caused him all this pain.

Sephiroth looked up. "What?"

"I have sinned, I don't deserve happiness."

"Even sinners can be happy."

"I…" he faltered. He doesn't know, telling him would only bring him more pain.

"It's alright."

"I let someone I cared about die, and destroyed the life of her child. She was an experiment and I did nothing to stop her."

He felt the hot breath fade from his shoulder as Sephiroth turned his head to stare at the ceiling. After a while he said "That's not your sin, it was her own choice, and the scientist who experimented on her, he should be the one to atone." The silver head shifted to look at him "If you don't deserve it, do I? Do it for me, if not for yourself."

Would he say that if he knew? Would he stay if I told him?

Vincent watched at the man shifted to lie on his back, silver hair splayed against the rotting red velvet. Gazing at the still form, he felt himself giving in.

"Please, Vincent."

With that he was broken, leaning down he kissed softly along his jaw line, slowly moving down to his neck. He felt the breath against his ear catch, then become ragged. He nipped slightly against the skin, bringing a groan from the pale throat. His mind was blank, his body moving on its own as his mouth ravaged the young man beneath him. Sephiroth's usually calm demeanor was gone, he writhed and moaned, all control forgotten, surrendering to the touch. It was beautiful, how human a monster could be.

"Please Vincent." He said again, groaning. His green eyes were those of a cat, pleading, expectant, with a hint of desperation.

Vincent nodded, putting his fingers to Sephiroth's mouth. Green eyes stayed locked with his own blood red orbs as the hungry mouth sucked, coating his fingers. A slight push of the tongue told him to move. His hands moved down, one slick finger entering the awaiting body as the other hand caressed his thigh.

"I'm sorry." Vincent said as the green eyes squeezed shut.

"Don't apologize, just keep going." came the tight voice in his ear. Long fingers tangled his black hair.

Vincent added another finger and Sephiroth hissed sharply.

"I'm sorry."

"Ah… It's fine, just- Ahhh." Sephiroth gasped. "There!" He hardly seemed to notice as the third finger entered him. After a short time he was begging again. "Now, Vincent. Oh Gaia, don't make me wait."

Vincent fought to control himself as he pushed gently in, careful not to hurt the man beneath him.

Sephiroth ground his teeth, barely stifling a cry.

"I'm sorry."

"Shut up! Ahh. Don't stop."

Vincent complied, groaning as his hips slid him slowly in and out. He felt Sephiroth pushing against him and thrust in harder, bringing out another beautiful cry. His breath came in gasps as the rhythm increased. Hands on his back clutched desperately, nails left bright red streaks on his pale skin. His own cries now mingled with Sephiroth's to create a chorus of their last traces of human weakness.

It was almost over, he could feel it. He didn't want it to be over, yet he couldn't help but rush towards the end. Sephiroth was first, screaming his name and arching up so their chests touched. Vincent came some seconds later, echoing through the empty rooms.

They lay there, panting, Sephiroth still moaning softly, struggling to regain control of his body, his voice, his thoughts. Vincent pulled out reluctantly.

The silver head was resting once again on his bare chest, trailing kisses along his breastbone; he stroked the long hair thoughtfully.

He's not like her, he's nothing like her. Why do I feel this way then?

He buried his face in the softness.

I can never amend my mistake, but I can at least give him temporary bliss. "My love." My sin.

Green eyes looked up, a smile played at swollen lips. Sephiroth nodded, unable to speak.

And there you have it, my first lemon. I tried to make it smutty while still maintaining that non-smutty air of the story.

I always thought it was cute that Vincent apologized so much, even though it made me kinda sad. Poor Vinny! But it's ok because now he has Sephy.

I did my best to make Sephy ukeish too.

Part of this was written in a hurry so in the immortal words of Vinny: I'm sorry.