Muse Notes: Man kissies make me Squee!
Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi, eventual lemon.
Author: JaDeDwithScArS
Disclaimer: Not mine, I am just a Yaoi fan-girl with a Vinnie Valentine Addiction! Lol.
Beta'd by: The mighty SF! I bow down with gratitude! Thanks! Any mistakkies left are all mine!
Authors Notes: Whew, the morning after (not smex! Lol)...beware headaches and hazy memories, but will this be romance? Or will it be angst?
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Power to the Reviewers!
Jaffa
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Chapter Four: Hickeys
Vincent's eyes fluttered open, revealing dazed pupils still dilated from sleep. It was fairly light around him, but the light had a peculiar yellowish tinge to it. Curling his nose in confusion and blinking up into the light, he breathed in deeply as he tried to fit the pieces of his throbbing mind together and smelt faint traces of vodka in the air. He suddenly realized that the light above him wasn't light, so much as hair. Hair a familiar shade of blonde in fact. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to remember what the hell had happened that would have him asleep half beneath Cloud Strife.
The blonde stirred above him, as if hearing his thoughts, then suddenly jerked upright, lifting off Vincent and clutching his hand with a soft curse, eyes still held closed. They slowly opened, feeling the warmth beneath him. "Vincent?" He yelped.
Ok, calm down Cloud, this is just a dream, just a dream...
"Cloud," Vincent repeated calmly though his mind and heart were racing.
...Or not...
There was silence where they both watched each other, trying to figure out what the hell had happened the night before.
"Morning..." Cloud mumbled, and attempted to slide gracefully from the bed, but his foot tangled up in the sheet and he fell face first onto the floor. He was shocked into laughter, and Vincent chuckled, glad something broke the tension.
"So um... remember much of last night?" Vincent had to ask, rising out of the bed too.
"I remember hurting my hand in the sink. Then you were talking to me..." The blonde trailed off, but Vincent's memories kicked in, filling in the rest.
"Oh."
"Yeah... oh." Cloud smirked. "How very articulate."
"Well, I don't usually wake up in strange men's beds," Vincent said, surprised he had to fight down a blush.
"You know, neither do I, and I'm the one that's just slipped out of the closet," came the immediate response. "Maybe gay's contagious," he commented with false concern.
"I was the one kissing you wasn't I?" Vincent realized.
"For most the part." Cloud chuckled. He brushed the wrinkles out of his clothes, which were thankfully all still on his body, and looked the now standing Vincent over. Now that he thought about it, the feeling in his stomach whenever the pale gunman's name was mentioned could have been a symptom of really liking the man. But, it had been there much longer than Cloud knew he was gay for.
Fighting the urge to pound his skull into the wall to bleed the annoying tidbits of knowledge (that were not helping) out of his head, the blonde threw the man of his affection a haphazard grin that was endearing without meaning to be and gestured to the kitchen. "Hungry?"
Vincent shrugged. "Sure." He watched the blonde leave before taking his own self evaluation on his feelings. He found nothing new. He had figured out he wanted Cloud the night before, when he was still sober enough to think straight. The only problem was that the blonde seemed to be hard to please, from what Yuffie had told him, and Vincent had no delusions that he was attractive...
He wanted Cloud, but he still had to get Cloud to want him.
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"Hey Nanaki," Cloud called, seeing the beast shift on the couch, flickering tail of fire shivering as he stretched. "Hungry?"
"Good morning, and if you're offering," Nanaki responded with a teeth baring smile.
"Bacon and eggs okay with you?" The blonde asked, moving back into the kitchen.
"Great," came the response.
Vincent pushed through the other door, the one leading to the bedroom. He smiled slightly at Cloud before moving into the lounge room, to Nanaki's not so silent laughter.
Shaking his head, Cloud searched the fridge for the desired food stuffs, and began cooking. He had to maneuver around his throbbing hand, and his movements were somewhat slow from his hangover, but he was determined to cook.
Vincent watched the kitchen door swing shut behind him and fell into the seat beside Nanaki. "Morning."
"Have fun last night, Vampire?" Nanaki inquired mischievously.
The pale gunman gave the beast a glare. "For your information I did," he informed the flame tailed creature.
Nanaki laughed again. "I didn't know you swung that way," he confessed.
"It's Cloud I want, not what's down his pants," Vincent muttered, more to voice his own thoughts than tell Nanaki anything.
Nanaki suddenly frowned. "Vincent, are you sure?" He asked. "Cloud's actually gay, you're not."
Then the door to the kitchen opened and Cloud called them to breakfast, cutting off their conversation. As they headed towards it though, Vincent turned to the red beast. "I'm sure," he muttered before entering.
Cloud handed out the plates, either not seeing or ignoring Nanaki's questioning gaze. They ate in silence. It wasn't entirely comfortable, but there wasn't all that much tension, all things considered. When they were done, Cloud collected the plates and returned to the kitchen to wash them, Nanaki slipped out of his chair, onto the floor neatly.
"Will you tell him that?" He asked.
"Maybe," Vincent murmured.
Nanaki shook his head, padding away.
The pale gunman paused for a moment, then stalked into the kitchen.
Cloud smiled vaguely at him as he was washing the dishes. "Did Nanaki give you a hard time about your choice of sleeping places?"
Vincent smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "He laughed, said he didn't know I swung that way."
"What did you say?" The blonde asked quietly, the conversation turning somewhat serious. He turned back to his washing up, not sure if he wanted to hear the response that Vincent wasn't sure he wanted to give.
"I said..." Vincent began, walking up until he stood behind Cloud. "I wanted you, not what's down your pants." He wrapped his arms around the blonde's shoulders, planting the softest of kisses to the red mark on the side of his neck. "And I meant it," he promised.
Cloud's movements stilled, but he remained silent. Well, as silent as he could with his heart pounding. Ok, so he wants you, that's good Cloud. Don't push it, just let it play out until he realizes he's not the gay type.
"Cloud?" Vincent asked, wondering if he had pushed it too far. He pulled back, arms uncrossing, but Cloud's hands stopped them, pushing back a wince at the pain on his injured hand.
"Good then," the blonde murmured, leaning back into the heat. "So long as you know what's down there comes with it." And that's all the warning he would give. Cloud wanted this too much to push the issue.
"I know," the vampire assured him, with a reassured grin.
Their lips met neatly as Cloud turned, keeping Vincent's arms on his shoulders, and moving his own to tangle the best they could in the vampire's beautiful raven hair, without causing any further pain. The pale man tilted his head and deepened the kiss, pulling the blonde closer even as he backed him up against the sink.
A chuckle tickled at Cloud's throat at the aggressive nature of his new found attraction, but his mouth was too occupied to pass on the message.
Vincent's hands pressed against the blonde's lower back in an attempt to breach whatever gap still lay between them. Cloud winced as the sink pressed against his back, but he was too enthralled to let up. The gunman somehow noticed anyway, and, in his somewhat lust driven state, came up with the most simple solution he could find. Linking his hands behind Cloud's knees, he lifted the blonde up and onto the sink.
The chuckle returned, but so did Vincent and his hot, sinfully skilled tongue. The cool steel underneath Cloud didn't distract him for long as his attention turned downwards to the effect the pale man was having on him. Finally, Vincent pulled back for a breath and smiled slightly. "You look smashed," he commented.
Cloud echoed the smile. "You look snogged," he replied easily.
"I'm not the one with the hickeys."
The swordsman's face suddenly turned serious. "That's a problem," he commented. His next movements moved so fast they were a blur. Cloud slid off the sink and immediately reversed their positions. He unclasped the top clasp on Vincent's coat quickly, kissing the man to distract him before centering his lips on the unblemished skin beneath the ear and just under the jawbone. His tongue swiped over the sensitive skin, making the man hitch his breath in surprise. Then his eyes fluttered closed as Cloud began to suck.
Whatever Vincent was expecting, it wasn't the spike of pleasure that shot through him, numbing his toes. His grip tightened against the denim clad waist. "Cloud," he gasped.
"Now you get why I like it Vampire?" The blonde breathed into the usually hidden ear. He kissed the reddening mark softly. "Makes your head spin and your toes go numb." He chose a place further down before letting his tongue trace circles like a target. "Your brain gets jumbled, and your knees buckle. Soon the only thing holding you up is those hands on your waist... or the toilet at your back." He suddenly gave into the urge to bite, and closed his jaws enough to leave the faintest of marks, draw the softest of gasps from his victim. "And if those hands slip all you can count on is that the pleasure's worth the pain, and the marks worth the submission." Then he proceeded to draw the hickey on the beautiful canvas of skin before him.
Suddenly there was a mirth-filled cough from the door. "Should I come back later then?"
The men sprung apart like kids caught in the cookie jar. Cloud turned to face Reno. "What do you need?" He asked moodily.
Vincent slowly did up his coat, the faintest of blushes on his cheeks. He'd never felt as flustered as he did around the blonde.
Reno smirked. "If I knew you were playing back here, I would have knocked. Rufus wanted us to let you know he has a contract ready for Barret to look over, but we need you there as a mediator."
"A mediator?" Cloud frowned. "Why would you need that. Barret knows what he wants, and if Shinra can't provide it, he'll go somewhere else."
The cherry haired body guard shook his head. "Barret and Shinra don't have the best history. I think we get along better with Vinnie here. You'll be there to smooth things over."
Cloud crossed his arms. "Whatever goes down, I take his side. You get that right?"
"Went without saying, blondie," He smirked.
"When then?" The swordsman sighed, seeing no way out.
"Tomorrow, one PM," Reno informed him. He looked between them with another smirk. "Vinnie and Cloud aye. Never would have picked it."
Vincent sighed softly, his headband slipping down slightly as his eyes averted to the door.
"I'll see you at the Healin lodge then, Reno," Cloud confirmed somewhat moodily.
The fighter chuckled and left with a haphazard wave, footsteps sounding into the carpeted floor as he farewelled Nanaki.
"Well, that's one way to end a kiss," Cloud commented, crossing his arms. "I was having fun too."
Vincent shook his head as he walked passed. "Maybe later then," he commented.
The blonde sighed softly, leaning back against the seat. "Better be."
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Authors notes:
Well...that was fun to write, hope its fun to read sweetums! Lol. Im insane and really drunk right now so, erm...hope this comes out okey dokey, hehe.
Love ya lots!
Jaffa
xxxooo