Muse Notes: o0o0o0o, love! Hehe. n,n

Rating: M

Warnings: Yaoi, eventual lemon...if I can get myself good enough, dont want to ruin it...Eeep...

Author: JaDeDwithScArS

Disclaimer: If it were mine, there would be much more yaoi in the game...much, much more...

Beta'd by: SF, any mistakes left are all my own. :) Your the bestest sweets!

Authors Notes: Up to three already, and im gettin bootings so I guess I should rerail myself on this fik...maybe I shouldnt have so many stories open at once, but the damn plot bunnies have taken over my life, lol.

Wish me luck,

Jaffa

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Chapter Three : Vampire

Marlene had been sent home, and Shera had taken her. It was a good idea, they realized, when Cid found Cloud's forgotten grog. Now, less than an hour later, they were all wasted. Even Vincent was sloshed. Though he hid it a great deal better than the others, he'd been drinking to push away the boredom. Tifa was the worst though. Barely able to stand, and she kept stumbling over her own feet. Yuffie was in full blown giggle mode, and unfortunately for Cloud, she decided that his ear was the perfect place to giggle into.

The music was still pumping, louder this time, and even the talking had grown in volume. Barret telling them all about some wild night years ago, probably all a lie, or a fantasy. The others all let him have it. Yuffie giggling every moment in the most inappropriate times, causing Tifa to follow suit. Cloud and Vincent now shared the burden of a girl giggling loudly in their ears, wincing in unison.

"So um, what have you been doing Nanaki?" Cloud asked softly, trying to ignore the frustrating girl at his side.

"Watching over him." Nanaki smirked, thrusting his furred head towards Vincent. "He attracts trouble like nothing I've ever seen."

Surprisingly Vincent snorted with laughter. "Its not my fault people attack me." Seeing everyone's somewhat drunk looks of query he explained. "They all seem to think I'm a vampire."

Wrong thing to say.

Cloud winced at the loud laugh that practically shattered his ear drum for the thirteenth time that night. "Crap Yuffie, can you keep it down!" He finally snapped, rubbing his ear in pain. "I actually like being able to hear."

Cid chuckled. "You are pretty deafening," he told the ninja as she pouted.

"You boys are so nasty sometimes!" She informed them with a jab of her finger at Cloud's chest. "I'm going home."

"Me too," Tifa confessed with a yawn.

"I'll walk you," Cid offered. "Pick up Shera."

Barret chuckled. "That's code for 'come pick up Marlene' ," he told Vincent, who smiled slightly. "I'll see ya later Cloud, Vincent, Nanaki." He waved, getting up and following the others out. Cloud stood to see them out, playing the part of a good host, leaving Vincent and Nanaki on the couch.

"This is the most boring night of my life," Nanaki commented.

Cloud was returning and heard. He sighed and ran a hand through his spiky hair. "That's what I always tell them. For some reason they can't seem to realize it. I've gotten out of the last few, but they wrangled me in for this one." He picked up a half empty bottle of some thing and refilled his cup. "At least I finally got them to stop trying to set me up on dates." He grinned.

Vincent shook his head. "Sorry we left you alone with the matchmakers then." He smiled slightly. "I imagine they would pester you to no end."

Cloud smiled in return but it quickly faded. "Tifa was the worst. After she realized she had even less of a chance than before, I feel like I'm treading on egg-shells. I don't want to hurt her just because, well, I'm sure Yuffie's told you."

"That you're gay?" Nanaki asked bluntly, watching for a blush, or some reaction he hadn't seen on their leader before.

Cloud merely nodded. "It came as a shock to them."

"I'm not surprised, you seemed in love with Aerith," Vincent commented somewhat harshly. "We all thought you would end up together."

Cloud sighed and sat between them. "I loved Aerith," he assured them. "But I don't think I was in love with her, like I thought I was then."

"You loved her like we all did," Nanaki guessed.

The blonde nodded, a small smile on his face. "Guess so."

There was silence for a while as they finished their drinks, listening to the music pound in the background. Nanaki felt himself drifting off to sleep, eyelids growing heavy and his head falling onto his forelegs.

Cloud noticed and smiled softly. "You're welcome to stay the night," He assured them as his drink was finished.

Vincent turned with surprise, glancing down at the sleeping beast. He echoed Cloud's smile and nodded. "Looks like we'll need to."

Nanaki opened one eye slightly. "Hmm," he agreed.

With a nod, the swordsman again rose, nearly falling back onto the lounge as he stumbled. The only thing stopping him was Vincent's steadying hand, as the man stood like lightning to catch him. "Too much to drink," the blonde said with a slight blush to his cheeks.

Vincent released his hold of Cloud's arm, but kept his hand on the swordsman's lower back. "So I gathered," he mumbled, crimson eyes on the pink tinge.

Cloud licked his lips, finding them all of a sudden dry. "Thanks for catching me," he murmured, and straightened himself. Mako blue eyes impossible to read, he moved on, picking up glasses and empty bottles as he went, dumping them noisily into the sink. There was a pause as the kitchen door swung shut, and Vincent froze between wanting to sink back into his seat to brood, and run into the kitchen...

Bad thoughts.

But still... he headed towards the kitchen, pushing the door open with his golden claw. He froze again, seeing Cloud wrapping a towel around his hand, cursing softly. He looked up when the door swung closed, and Vincent saw that same small blush on his cheeks.

"Cut my hand, much too much to drink." The blonde chuckled softly. Turning his back on the 'vampire", he twisted the tap on, washing the blood and slithers of broken glass down the sink. There was a moment where the only sound was the water swirling down the drain, and Vincent wondered at the sudden thoughts he was having. Bad thoughts yet again, and all of them centered around the blonde fighter before him.

Cloud sighed softly. "I'll get you a blanket. The couch Nanaki's on folds out, if you can get him to shove over anyway." Then he turned to go, whatever remnants of a smile he had fading as soon as his back turned. He stepped forward.

"Cloud, wait," Vincent mumbled.

Immediately the blonde stopped, turning to hear what the man had to say, which was possibly why he was so surprised when he didn't say anything. Or it may have been the light brush of soft lips against his own, so swift and silent it was like a breeze. Then it was over, Vincent stepping back.

"I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that..." He murmured, taking another step back.

Cloud blinked furiously, then stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Don't play with me Vincent," he demanded, backing the pale gunman into the wall. He placed a hand on either side of his head, ignoring the stab of pain. "Did you want to do it?"

Cloud's face was so close, his breath ghosted across Vincent's lips, drying them, and his throat, with his proximity. A soft pink tongue darted across them, wetting them as they parted. He was panting slightly, his heart pounding overtime. The answer left those parted lips without any warning. "...Yes..." he whispered.

"Do you want to do it again?" Came the next question, Cloud's face closing in, leaving no doubt what the blonde wanted to do.

The answer was faster this time, as was the heartbeat. "Yes."

"Good." The swordsman practically smirked. Then their lips met again, more insistent this time as Cloud pushed forward, tilting his head to fit their mouths together more perfectly.

Vincent made a soft noise in the back of his throat as his head hit the wall, and Cloud's hot tongue swiped against his lower lip, pleading for access to the warm cavern beyond. The moment it was granted, the blonde pushed his tongue past teeth that were to slow to move, sliding slowly against the other man's, swallowing both their groans eagerly.

The raven haired man felt his arms shift to the denim clad waist, and grasped the material there, pushing up into the suffocating heat. They both pulled back with a gasp as pleasure shot through them sharply. Their eyes locked again, dark with hunger and want.

Cloud pressed forward again, increasing the pressure on their growing erections. Softly biting Vincent's lower lip, making the older man groan and push up to meet the pressure, to match the pleasure, and top it. His hands tugged at the hem of Cloud's ridged black shirt, fingertips grazing ever so lightly across a tight stomach, making it break into gooseflesh.

With a hitched breath, the blonde reached down for the buttons on Vincent's coat, wincing and cursing. Shattering the mood easily.

"Crap, crap, crap, I forgot," He muttered shifting back, still keeping his hips in contact with Vincent's, eyes still hazy.

The pale man smiled ever so lightly. "Doesn't matter. Let me look." He took the hand gently, prising back the folds of blood soaked cloth to reveal the shredded skin beneath. "Bandages?" He inquired.

Cloud was watching him intently. "Bathroom," he confessed. He felt the cool metal of Vincent's left hand shift. "I'll show you." Without pulling his hand from Vincent's half warm, half cool grasp, he pushed backwards through his room and into the en suite beyond. His mind clear, though his movements still clumsy with the alcohol in his system.

He fell onto the toilet lid, more than sat on it, but Vincent did not lose his grip, or let it slip even the lightest, his movements as sharp as always.

Cloud fumbled through the open drawers to find the bandages. Finding them and handing them over, Cloud shifted to sit properly. Vincent moved back, kneeling at the blonde's side.

His hands were gentle, and Cloud was trained not to flinch, so the hand was wrapped quickly.

"Guess I won't be much fun then," he muttered, searching the crimson eyes locked on him.

Vincent gave him the slightest of smiles, stretching forward to run his lips over his once-leader's thick ones. "Only if you can't keep your hands to yourself. I'll be happy just like this."

Cloud slid practically onto his lap, straddling it loosely. "Deal," He whispered. He ran his tongue along the gunman's perfectly smooth chin.

Vincent agreed by shivering faintly under the light touch. "Just... just keep doing that."

Their lips tangled together, Cloud shifting his arms to either side of Vincent's waist, out of the way. Tongues dancing under the shining florescent light that bounced off the amazingly white tiles.

Vincent was leading now, pushing Cloud back against the toilet with his entire torso, his hands holding the blonde head at an angle to perfectly search his mouth. Cloud moaned softly, not used to this kind of electricity, and loving it. The raven haired man pulled back, and turned his attention to the neck that was just begging to be marked.

Pressing his lips against the blonde's jugular, he looked up in time to see eyelids flutter closed over mako blue eyes. He felt the purr of appreciation in the man's Adam's apple beneath his lips. His tongue darted out to lick the spot slightly, before sucking harshly.

Cloud jerked in surprise, but not pain. He felt the man draw a hickey on the pale flesh of his throat, and felt a flutter of his stomach that Vincent was marking him. He shifted his weight again, to tilt his head back further against the hand on his hair, giving the soft lips more of his neck to play with.

"Ohh, I take it this means you want more," Vincent purred as he pulled back to admire the quietly panting man before him.

"Mark me Vampire," Cloud whispered huskily, eyes half lidded with desire.

Red eyes flashed with glee as he flashed his teeth in a rare smile. "Deal," he whispered.

Then he leant in again.

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