Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi, LEMON! (Yay!) Cloud is a bit OOC in this one, but then you never see him have sex in the game or movie so... -shrugs- I give accurate warning (in bold) when the lemon begins, so if your underage but wish to get through the fic, just read until the lemon warning and move onto the next chapter (when it is available, haha) THANKYOU!
Disclaimer:Still someone elses!
Beta'd by: The great and mighty SF. So long as she doesn't completely hate me for the long and somewhat sudden drop in communication!
Authors Notes: If you are reading this far I owe you my thanks, and ill throw in my love, but I would really like a review, just to tell me what you like or dislike. I am trying to improve after all.
Im sorry about the massive delay, like I say in my profile im pretty damn poor when it comes to luxury items, so when my computer decided to up and die my addition to the world of fanfiction suffered greatly, the only thing I could add was oneshots that I could type in a one hour sitting without any of the info saved on my comp... yeah, im ranting and im sure you just wanna read. So, sorry and I love you guys! ENJOY!
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Chapter Eight : Finally alone, right?
Running gloved hands through his hair to rid it of excess water, Cloud nudged the door closed with a careless foot. He was so tired, things had been moving so quickly from one emotion to the next it left his head reeling and his mind no choice but to follow, albeit somewhat slowly.
He was both looking forward to seeing his pale companion again and loathing the meeting, as exhasted as he was he doubted he could be good company. Still though he stepped on, into his silent house that was completely dark - bar the small light still shining out the front that had turned on when he had walked passed the light-sensor on his way to the door.
That light faded as the door swung completely shut behind him. For a moment Cloud's world plummeted into darkness, even with a mako-infused body his eyes needed a moment to adjust to such a rapid changing of light, so he paused, tracing the outline of the keys in his hand idly and staring ahead to let the darkness become more comfortable.
Before shapes became visable however, his other sences kicked in and he heard the soft breathing of another body nearby. By the sound they were asleep, and for some reason the thought of Vincent falling asleep waiting for him to return was completely endearing to him. When his sight caught up, he moved on, directly into the lounge room where he could make out Vincent's siloutte against the couch where Nanaki had fallen asleep the first night.
He stepped quietly, until he was within reach of Vincent and then he made a slight noise, although he wished the ex-turk didn't have to get woken up just so Cloud could move any further without getting hurt.
Vincent immediatly woke up, and as expected he was tenced to attack. For a moment he seemed somewhat surprised that Cloud had made it this far without waking him up, but when he looked up all he saw the tiredness of the blond.
"I thought you might prefer to fall asleep on my bed," Cloud offered, "otherwise you'll wake up with a stiff neck."
He leant in to kiss the woken man softly, and when he straightened he was smiling softly. "Unless you'd rather sleep here?"
Vincent smirked slightly, "now thats just teasing," he scolded, his voice still heavy with the after-effects of sleep. He let Cloud pull him to his feet and he followed the younger man to the bedroom with a small and stifled yawn.
The blankets were still mussed from being slept on the day before and Cloud having been to preoccupied to remake the bed between then and now, but he didn't bother to make an excuse, and if Vincent was bothered by it he made no comment. Throwing the gunman a spare pair of pajamas that Tifa must have given him, Cloud discretely changed as well, just remembering to leave his keys on the nightstand. They somehow managed to slide into the bed and under the blanket well enough regardless of its mussed-up state.
There was a moment of ackwardness again, as they weren't quite sure how they should actually lie against one another, but eventually it was settled as Cloud leant over to kiss Vincent goodnight and fell asleep before he managed to properly pull away. Vincent caught his surprised laughter before it excaped and re-woke the clearly exhasted man. He curled an arm around Cloud and tugged him upwards slightly, so they were more curled together then against one another.
Vincent began to run his hand though spiky and surprisingly soft hair and he felt his own eyelids droop at the relaxing movement until he drifted of with the smell of Cloud's shampoo and the perculiar texture of the beautiful hair on his mind.
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Rude awoke to the loud ringing of his cell phone and the flash of his alarm that read 2.30 am. With a low curse he flipped open his phone and held it to his ear. If it wasn't the most dire of emergancies he would kill whoever was on the other end, even if it was Rufus Shinra himself.
"You'll never beleive what just happened to me, yo."
Rude hung up, without bothering to tell his partner just how much he hated him at that precise moment.
Within a second the phone trilled again, and reluctantly Rude flipped it open.
"Hey partner, your phone just cut me off!" Reno's voice called through, sounding irritated, "just before I could tell you that Klepto-ninja threatened me with castration if I didn't turn up to that party Blondie was talkin' about, weird aye?"
With a click the phone again went dead and Rude shot the red-head a mental death-glare.
It took about two seconds for the phone to trill again and this time when Rude answered it was with a curse dirty enough to make Reno stutter, only it wasn't Reno on the other line, it was a rather offended little old lady who had accidently dailed the wrong number.
And at 2.30 in the morning, Rude couldn't even find the good grace to do more then hang up and turn the damn phone off.
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(NO UNDERAGE READERS FROM HERE ONWARDS! LEMON BELOW! NO ONE UNDER THE AGE OF 17 PLEASE!)
When Cloud woke up it was light outside, but judging by the colour of it as it trickled through the partially closed blinds, it was quite early. His eyes fluttered open fully and the first thing he noticed about his choice in pillow was the fact it was breathing steadily. The warmth of Vincent's chest wasn't as surprising as the fact it was felt skin-to-skin.
Shifting a little to inspect the contact, he realised with a blush that he'd undone Vincent's shirt buttons in his sleep, revealing a delectable, if fairly scarred, chest. It was also then he realised with a twinge of amusement the pajama's he had leant Vincent were in fact covered with light blue ducklings. A present from Marlene, if he remembered correctly.
Again feeling that perculiar sence of endearment as he had when he had returned to find the gunman asleep, Cloud pressed his lips against Vincents gently, not trying to wake him up but just completely helpless against the urge. Seeing the older mans eyes flutter slightly in responce Cloud pulled back.
He watched as dark lashes fanned hello as crimson eyes blinked up into the sunlight. Cloud again pressed their lips together, this time in apolagy for the second wake-up call in the recent 24 hours.
When they broke apart, it was to a lazy and surprisingly content yawn from Vincent, "what time is it?"
Cloud shrugged, and the movement made Vincent realise just how close they were. His arm instinctively tightened it's hold around the blond beauty, who smirked at the possesive action. Again he initiated the kiss, but this time is wasn't quite as chaste. His tongue dipped forward swiftly, and the warm muscle swooping across Vincent's lower lip to make him obediantly gasp and allow Cloud further access.
Vincent attempted to tighten his hold, but found he couldn't as Cloud was shifting, loosely straddling the older man without breaking the kiss. His hands were on Vincents chest too, and were softly tracing and exploring the bumps and perculiar contrast of the roughness and smoothness of abs, scars and sinfully soft skin.
Nipping at the tongue invading his mouth Vincent pushed back up, angling there heads for an even deeper kiss before Cloud had to pull back to take a greedy gulp of air.
"This is a rather pleasant way to wake up," Cloud commented as he panted air back into his lungs.
Vincent made a noise of agreement before he idly began tugging at Cloud's shirt, lifting it until Cloud seemed to catch the hint and pull it off and aside. He watched Vincent as the gunman curiously let his hands touch the skin bared. It was with tentative movements that the claw danced across his skin, the ex-Turk seeming quite aware of how dangerous those points could be against unprotected flesh.
Cloud pushed forward again and Vincent met the kiss neatly, twining their tongues together immediatly and not for a moment halting the steady exploration of the chest before him, just as curious about Cloud's scars and body shape as the blond was about his own.
Somehow managing to free Vincent from his lingering pajama top, Cloud again broke the kiss with the annoying need to breathe, though after the first breath he did press his somewhat bruised lips to Vincent's chest, then with a teasing lick moved the kiss upwards until it became a steady and slow trail from nipple to collerbone, ending with a playful suck that faded before it could become a true hickey.
As their lips met next, so to did their hips and it was a moment of pure bliss as their half formed erections crashed together and they could ony listen as their moans of pleasure was swallowed by each other. Grinding down in a movement driven by pure lust-instinct Cloud broke the kiss to exhale Vincent's name, locking gaze with the man as he did so, telling him that yes, he was going to go all the way, so Vincent either had to want it too or hurry up and leave the room.
In response and answer Vincent bucked up and gripped Cloud's hips so they met perfectly.
With a groan, Cloud had to break free of the hold, so he could kiss his way downwards from the nipple he had been teasing earlier. He slid Vincents contricting pajama pants as he went, freeing the confined erection and giving it a comforting stroke that had a noise very near a whimper leave the usually so well contained gunman.
As the cute blue pants joined the growing pile around the bed Cloud leant backward to wriggle his own off.
"Wait, Cloud, I can't-" Vincent objection was halting and disjointed, but something in it didn't sound at all like he was saying no, more like...
"Can't what?" Cloud whispered, needing an explanation, because there was a diffrence between what Vincent was saying and what he was doing.
Vincent exhaled slowly, and with a blush he quickly finished his sentence, "I can't be uke." While he felt like the biggest idiot in the world for saying that and he didn't at all mind the thrill he got from Cloud's assertiveness of his wants and needs, he knew without a doubt he would not be able to completely submit like that, not even to Cloud.
The blond laughed, "I wasn't going to let you," he promised, "but if you'd rather me lie down..." he let Vincent fill in the blanks as he finally lost his pants and leaned close to steal a kiss and pull a tube from beneath the pillow under the ex-Turks head.
"Oh..." was all Vincent could say, and obiedently pushed forward to continue the kiss and help Cloud with the tube in his hand. Cloud moaned at either the searing quality of the kiss or the fact that Vincent was showing no qualms towards spreading the lube on his hand and shifting to angle himself so he could both keep Cloud from impailing himself on his brass claw and prepare him with the flesh hand.
Cloud steadied himself with his hands clenched in the blanket and his eyes locked on Vincent's. An excited shiver raced through him at the first touch of cool gel against his awaiting entrance, and he fought to keep himself still. It being Vincent's first time with a man (as far as he'd gathered) Cloud was determined not to act like a horny teenager. A bit of blood was nothing in the long run, but scaring Vincent off would be rather depressing since he hadn't even figured how deep this 'feeling' went.
Gasping as the first long and elegant finger breached the puckered entrance inside him, another shudder racked his body.
It was tentitive, and before long Cloud pushed back. "More," he pleaded before he could remind himself to at least relax a bit first. Vincent had him so hot with just a few kisses that every second spent on preperation felt like a lifetime was wasted.
Slowly Vincent oblidged, sliding a second finger to join the first, sissoring them with an instinct Cloud wished his first partner had showed.
Cloud exhaled to release some of the pain, but it wasn't to bad, nothing that didn't make the pleasure just that much better. "Curl your finger," he advised breathlessly, and Vincent obliged without hesitation. Pleasure raced through Cloud at the perfect brush of that finger against his prostate and he gasped, practically groaned at the feeling.
Again Vincent's name was breathed out, along with a wanton murmer for more as Vincent continued preparing him like he'd been doing it whole life. Pushing a kiss that was searched for with eyes blind with pleasure, Cloud pushed back on the fingers. And despite his self promise to take it slow he found he couldn't wait until the pain had fully receded from the addition of the third finger before he acted, reclaiming the dropped and almost forgotten bottle of lube he squeezed a generous amount onto his hand and gave a coating stroke to Vincent's waiting member.
Vincent groaned at the deft touch and obediently moved his hands to Cloud's hips as the blond positioned himself until he was pressing down onto the lubracated penis.
When the younger man pushed himself down, slowly impailing himself, they had searched for each others lips again and met, just as Cloud's legs had given out and he all but fell the rest of the way. Stars flew for both of them before the pain claimed back Cloud's cohereincy.
There was a moment of stillness, as Cloud breathed the pain away and willed himself to adjust faster.
Vincent was patient, either that or still forcing back a climax after the fall because he's eyes were clenched shut and his hands were digging into Cloud's hips, the brass claw at an angle, but the points still thrillingly close to the skin.
Leaning forward to claim the ex-turks lips again, Cloud pushed himself up and the slambed back down.
Again they shared a moan, and their kiss was pulled deeper as Cloud built up a steady rythm that Vincent's hands were more then happy to help the blond's hips into. Feeling the engorged member inside him brush teasingly close to his prostate, Cloud leant back slightly. He left the gumans lips with a whimper of loss - only for it to twist into a low and needy moan at what the change in angles called for.
At the sound, Vincent to gave a murmer of his own, and the sound of the gunman wantonly murmering his name completely shut down whatever slivers of coheirency had remained under the heavy veil of lust. There was a breif tightening of hands and claw before instinct completely took over.
The frantic sounds of flesh hitting flesh was like background music to the unrestrained gasps, groans and moans sounding desperately before, with a violent shout of 'Vincent', Cloud toppled right over the peak of pleasure. One thrust, two, and with a groan of beautiful release Vincent followed the blond.
Weak limbed, it took Cloud a moment to reclaim enough of his sight to kiss the gunman again. He all but missed his mark, but used the lean to pull himself off the older man. Collapsing back onto the bed despite the uncomfortable feeling of semen dripping down his thigh, Cloud curled into the welcoming warmth of Vincent's side.
His eyes were still dazed, and when Vincent's found them he noticed the ex-Turk was no better off.
Without a care for the hours they had just slept, the pair found that after the most amazing round of sex either had experienced, they couldn't stop themselves from falling under it's spell once again.
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A.N: I really hate ruining the mood like this, but I just have to apolagise for the shortness of the lemon winces I need more practice, and less of a blush-reflex...