The Pink Panther
Avina Garamond
Chapter 8
Vincent lay naked on the bed in the room the Hall had given to him. The woman that he was doing business with stroked his belly. Vincent rather liked it when women were the ones renting him. They were more gentle, and thought of him as more than a rag doll.
She asked him to lubricate her, which Vincent did. Preparation was free after all. She mounted him and rode him. Buck, buck, moan. Buck, buck, moan. Vincent for some reason started imagining stags in the forest hopping over logs and howling at each other. Buck, buck, moan. Buck, buck, moan.
She had multiple orgasms on him and finally Vincent came as well, when he thought that it was quite enough sex. One thing about women though, they lasted a hell of a lot longer than men did. She payed him, fixed her skirt and left. Vincent frowned. Women. Couldn't even take their clothes off for a fuck. What's the bloody point of a striptease?
He came out ten minutes later and pulled a man inside to him.
~*~
Vincent huddled in his trench coat as they walked to Sephiroth's car. It was snowing and Vincent was cold. He dived into Sephiroth's car and put the heat on max and started defrosting himself. He shivered. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and turned to see Sephiroth's amused face.
"Cold?"
"Oh, lets go home already," Vincent said. Sephiroth just didn't understand how freezing it was in a thong and fishnets!
He managed to doze off in the car as Sephiroth drove him home and even turned a little grouchy when Sephiroth shook him awake. Sephiroth, ever amused, finally got him out of the toasty car and back into the cold night air.
They ran into the condo, for the snow had turned into freezing rain. Suddenly, Vincent slipped and slid a good six feet before crashing into the stairs and falling head first into the steps. Sephiroth caught up and held him up.
"Ow..." Vincent frowned. He tried to stand up and gasped in sheer pain. He clutched his ankle. Sephiroth picked him up and carried him into the lobby where he lay Vincent on the couch. He winced. The ankle was obviously twisted. He tried to take Vincent's boot off but only succeeded in wrenching out a cry of pain. He called an ambulance over. It arrived not fifteen minutes later.
Sephiroth had forgotten that Vincent was still in his stage clothes and blushed a furious red when the doctors looked at him. He had already admitted he was taking Vincent home with him. Now they were looking at him as if he hired a prostitute.
"Its not what you think. He lives with me." That earned him more stares. Sephiroth wanted to fall over dead.
~*~
Sephiroth had to leave to open up his company, but he returned soon enough and with a change of clothes for Vincent. Vincent already had a cast on.
"I'll live. Its not for long. Just a couple weeks," he said. He frowned.
"I'm not allowed to take a shower." Sephiroth chuckled. He helped Vincent dress and watched him hobble around using crutches.
"I swear, it looks like your leg is broken, the way you're hobbling."
"They said I don't need to have my crutches 24/7 but they'd like to know that I can use them just in case." Sephiroth nodded. He paid for Vincent's hospital trip. At home, Vincent took out the money from his safe and gave it to Sephiroth. Sephiroth refused to take it.
"Go on. Its what you just paid for me. I don't want to be in debt to you again." Sephiroth sighed and took the money.
~*~
Sephiroth soon found out that Vincent enjoyed having a twisted ankle, for the obvious reason that since he couldn't take a shower, he got to take baths. And since the enormous bathrooms were equipped with Jacuzzis that could fit two (or in Sephiroth's bathroom, four), Vincent flirted shamelessly with Sephiroth. He kept his cast above water as much as he could and Sephiroth's kissed his slender leg starting from the cast, right to his groin.
He watched Vincent's face turn from light pink, to bright pink, to dark pink, to red, to scarlet. He took a deep breath and went underwater to kiss Vincent's inner thigh and penis. He came up for air. Vincent was a deep red and his eyes burned with lust. Sephiroth kissed his lips greedily. He was getting an erection too. Vincent returned the kiss as passionately as Sephiroth initiated it.
Limbs tangled. Wet hair made everything difficult. Somehow, Sephiroth and Vincent came together as one. One mass of gasping, groaning, moaning, whimpering tangle of arms and legs shuddering in the ecstasy of sex.
Vincent cried out as he came, clutching Sephiroth's back so hard his nails punctured the skin. Sephiroth groaned into his shoulder, leaving a deep bite mark. He moved out of Vincent and the one mass became two. Sephiroth touched Vincent's cast.
"You managed to keep it above water," he said, surprised. Vincent shook his head.
"You were holding it up," he said. He chuckled. Their sex ended up being so mind-blowing that they hadn't even realized who did what. Sephiroth shrugged. He scrubbed himself while watching Vincent lay back in the bathtub with closed eyes. He had that glow to him again. The slight blush, the messy hair, yet the utterly content state.
Sephiroth felt ashamed of himself for lying to him. How could he? He looked glumly at the soap in his hand. All of a sudden, an idea struck him. He lathered up the soap and began to wash Vincent vigorously, scrubbing him all over.
He never knew it, but Vincent was actually ticklish. He shrieked as Sephiroth attacked every inch of his body with soap and soaped-up fingers. Sephiroth was especially vigorous in Vincent's private region, giving him an erection again that had Vincent gasping and moaning as it was furiously handled. He spurted cum again which was scrubbed off again. Vincent started twitching and trying to get away from Sephiroth as Sephiroth continued to abuse his cock.
"Sto-o-o-o-p!" he wailed. Sephiroth gave him a demonic smirk and didn't stop. Vincent flailed in the bathtub, splashing water everywhere, but Sephiroth held him down. He thrust inside Vincent and they were one again.
~*~
Sephiroth helped Vincent out of the tub and was a slippery handhold while Vincent dried himself. He helped Vincent dry his hair; they had both washed their hair under the faucet. Sephiroth smelled the scent of the shampoo in Vincent's hair. Vincent blushed.
He couldn't be happier. He should have told Sephiroth he loved him sooner and enjoyed this sooner. But Sephiroth had always acted more of a friend to him than someone who loved him. Well, apparently Sephiroth was just one of those people who could mask their feelings really well. He was probably too shy to admit he loved him.
Vincent kissed Sephiroth's lips and hobbled to bed.
"Sleep with me tonight?" he asked, a bit hopefully. Sephiroth smiled faintly.
"Alright." Vincent lay down under the blankets and squished himself towards the wall. Sephiroth lay down next to him and held him. Vincent curled into his lover and fell asleep on his shoulder. Meanwhile, Sephiroth held Vincent and fought the utter self-loathing his mind was bestowing upon him.
~*~
Sephiroth woke up to an empty bed. He turned over, eyes searching the room for Vincent. Not there. Groggily, he climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen. Vincent hobbled about trying to cook. Sephiroth smiled.
"Good morning." Vincent jumped.
"OW!" he yelped as he put pressure on his foot. He turned to Sephiroth.
"And here I was, trying to surprise you by making breakfast in bed." Sephiroth smiled ruefully.
"I should have pretended to be asleep." Vincent hobbled up to the refrigerator which Sephiroth opened for him. He took out a carton of milk and poured it into two glasses. Sephiroth opened the refrigerator again when he put the carton back.
"So what are you going to do today?" Sephiroth asked. "With your ankle I mean." He scooped up the eggs and sausages from the pan and onto two plates and set them on the table while Vincent hobbled over and sat down.
"I don't know. Rest up I guess. We're still going to the Hall tonight, right?" Sephiroth looked at him.
"How are you going to do anything?"
"Well, as we've found out yesterday, I can still have sex perfectly well. I just can't go on stage, that's all." Sephiroth shrugged.
"Do you want to go?" Vincent sighed.
"Since when do I ever want to go? But I'd rather go and get money instead of sitting on my ass all day."
"I could always be your customer, Vincent." Vincent bit his lip.
"As much as I prefer that, I think I should go. The Pink Panther has been taking a lot of vacations lately." Sephiroth sighed.
"Alright. We'll go. I have to go to work now. Don't exert yourself, okay?" Vincent nodded. Sephiroth left.