Rating: M

Warnings: Yaoi, eventual lemon.

Author: JaDeDwithScArS

Disclaimer: Do I look like im that cool?

Beta'd by: SF the magnificent, lol. Thankkies forever! Honest.

Authors Notes: Well, its late but its here. Some people have been asking if Vincent is actually a vampire in this fic and the answer is no. Sorry guys, in this he is just a man with a bad history and a sexy air (even if hes like 60...eww)

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Chapter Six: Tifa Lockheart

Tap tap tap

"Marlene," Tifa murmered without opening her eyes.

Tap tap tap

"Marlene," the bartender repeated, this time as a warning.

Tap tap ta-

"Marlene! If you don't stop it right now, I swear I'll... Reno?" Tifa blinked in surprise, as her hazel eyes opened to his face at the window. She frowned. "What do you want?"

The cherry haired Turk moved his hand from the glass door and waved.

Still suspicious Tifa stood, untangling her legs from under her on the bar counter and sliding onto the floor. One hand reached around for her gloves, but she didn't think she needed to bother putting them on. Reno looked calm enough. She opened the door slightly. "What do you want?"

The fighter outside smirked lazily. "Is that any way to treat a friend?"

"Bar's closed Reno," she assured him, though, after she hesitated, she opened the door enough to grant him access.

He slinked in smoothly and grinned. "Too closed to slip me one?"

Tifa groaned. "Damn alcho. What do you want? And I'll be charging extra."

Reno clutched his heart. "Extra? Moi?" Seeing she wasn't about to change her mind, he nodded defeated.

She moved behind the bar she had been sitting on. "What can I get you?" She sighed.

"Strongest you've got."

Tifa raised an eyebrow. "Strongest?" She repeated, disbelief in her tone. "Are you sure you can take that, Turk?"

"Strongest," he assured her, grin a little wild.

Eyes on him, she poured the drink, and handed it over to him, watching his expression carefully. He kept up his side of the eyelock, tilting the glass and bringing it to his lips. He downed the glass completely in one hit. His body shuddered with the strength, but his expression was unchanged. He smirked and gestured for the glass to be refilled.

Tifa hesitated, then smiled slightly, and pulled out an extra glass. She poured two, and even went so far as to clink their glasses before they began their little competition.

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Cloud opened the front door slowly, pushing aside the uncomfortable feeling of nervousness. He couldn't bring himself to call Vincent's name, couldn't vocalize that he was actually worried the 'vampire' had up and left. He moved into the kitchen, stuffing his keys into the inside pocket of his belt. He poured himself a glass of water, slowly, hesitantly. Perhaps he was scared, though he'd never admit to that. How could he face Sephiroth, and Kadaj, and a pmsing Tifa without so much as a blink yet he could be scared of falling for someone as amazingly complex as Vincent Valentine.

Hurriedly, Cloud pushed all such thoughts from his mind, almost dropping the glass as he did so. A hand snaked around his waist, holding his hand tighter onto the glass. "Careful there," Vincent murmured.

Cloud couldn't help the faint smile, but he tried... For a second or two. "Thought you and Nanaki would take off the first chance you got," he confessed.

"Nanaki left. I couldn't yet, unfinished business, if you recall," the gunman murmured.

The blond leant back. "Is that right?"

Vincent's gauntlet traced the material covering Cloud's hip carefully, not wanting to tear the black denim. His breath was warm on the back of Cloud's neck. "If not perhaps I should go," he released him immediately, stepping back.

Cloud almost dropped the glass in surprise, then hurriedly shoved it onto the nearest flat surface. "Now now, that's not very polite." He smirked as he turned. He stepped forward to close the space between them.

The older man accepted the kiss neatly, holding back a smile when he realized Cloud was on his tiptoes to reach his lips. Vincent's flesh arm encircled the lithe man's waist. Hair falling across crimson eyes, Vincent moved forward, deepening the kiss as he stepped. Cloud moved forward eagerly, and the ex-Turk found himself fighting back another smile at the thought of Cloud being eager.

The wall made its presence known, startling Cloud from the kiss as he bumped against it. He turned his head instinctively to see where he was, and Vincent let his lips fall on the suddenly exposed neck. The blond let out a startled yelp that slowly turned into a low moan, soft coloured eyelashed fluttering closed against soft pale skin. Carefully letting his gauntlet return to action, wary of where he was letting the points sit, he felt Cloud shudder as the metal ghosted across a leather belt and lifted the shirt teasingly.

His lips were torn from the swordsman's neck and pulled into a long kiss. Calloused fingers gripped at the red coat, tugging at it. Vincent pulled back for air and looked down to see the man's fingers on his clasps, fumbling with the need to feel skin. Vincent pushed his hands away and pulled the coat off for him, pushing aside the sensation of embarrassment for the greater sensation of pleasure.

Again eager the blond let his hands wander as they pleased. One ghosted across exposed arm to finally settle at the back of the ex-Turk's neck, gently tugging and twisting the hair there. Vincent's lips returned to the pale neck before him. His tongue and teeth playing across the lightly marked skin they found. Between gasps and hitched breaths Cloud inched his left hand up to and inside Vincent's dark shirt.

The taller man shuddered at the cool fingers that were playing just above his navel and the bandaged ones that were playing with his hair. He pushed forward, backing Cloud up further against the wall. Their lips met furiously, if a little messily, and the kiss deepened immediately. The skin where the golden gauntlet was sill sitting barely felt the pinprick as the 'hand' moved, catching the skin and scratching it.

Vincent noticed though, but Cloud's teeth bit down on his tongue, stopping the retreat and tearing a moan from Vincent. The older man must have let something down then because suddenly his free hand was on Clouds' shirt zip and tugging it down. Cloud twisted a little as the shirt fell open, revealing his smooth chest to the open air, not to mention Vincent's restless hands.

Cool metal ran across tender flesh and pale scars lightly before their lips crashed together again.

A loud banging noise sounded somewhere to the front entrance, startling them from their lust filled endeavors. "Tifa, wait!" Reno's voice called. The Turk's head appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, movements obviously slurred by drink. "I'm so sorry, yo. I thought she knew and we were drinking and having fun. I didn't mean to get her pissed at ya."

Cloud straightened immediately. "That was Tifa?" He demanded.

Vincent pulled to one side, gathering up his cloak. "You should find he," he commented before stalking away.

Cloud ran a hand through his golden spikes, watching the man disappear. He cursed softly before jogging to catch up with the man. He grabbed the nearest wrist, tugging Vincent to a halt.

"We will finish this Valentine. Don't think you get out of it that easy," he growled, pulling the man down for a searing kiss.

Reno stood up a little straighter and moved to the door. "I gotta go find Rude," he commented. "Give me a call if you need help finding Lockheart."

Cloud pulled away from Vincent and slowly nodded. "I'll be back," he promised, then without glancing back hurried out the door.

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A.N: Yay, im not dead! Well maybe I will after I get bricked by you guys cause its so late. -shame- I love this fic but the damn plot bunnies are playing tricks on me. Love and cookies to whoever is still with me. THAT MEANS YOU! Kissies!

Love,

Jaffa

xoxoxo