Will Cloud actually decide to cheat on Reno, or will he forgive the Turk and not go to that motel? Hehehe… suspense... some more suspense... Ok, well, for your information, I had already written three more chapters when I posted the last one, so it was all set in stone. Sorry, your reviews were fun to read, but I didn't change a thing! You had to see that coming… MUAHAHA I'M EVIL!!! XD lol
The decision
- "Should I go or not? Should I go or not?"
Cloud had been repeating that question over and over for nearly a quarter of an hour… and he was as confused as, if not more confused than before. But he had to decide quickly. That was one of the toughest decisions he'd ever had to make, and both decisions had considerable bad sides... After sighing loudly and closing his eyes for a moment, the blonde got up and made up his mind… But just as he was heading for the door, Tifa got right in his way, although apparently it wasn't on purpose because she'd been busy cleaning a table… but she still got in his way.
- "Oops, sorry Cloud" she said with a little smile. "Can't wait till I can close and go to bed… Where were you going?"
- "Um… I need some fresh air, I'll be walking for a while. A long while."
Tifa offered him an apologetic and "I understand" kind of smile, then began cleaning up the table the blonde had just left.
- "Alright…" she sighed. "I'll tell Reno if he comes back."
Cloud felt as though his heart had stopped beating right there, and he began really reconsidering his decision… He felt so guilty already and, damn, he hadn't even touched Vincent yet! But then he remembered how Reno… didn't care, just wasn't interested in him anymore. He'd had enough. And as Vincent had said, once couldn't hurt. A one-night and that's it, they'd forget about it. Satisfy a common need and then go back their separate ways. Yeah, that was the best. So the ex-soldier left the bar and started walking towards the motel Vincent had told him he'd be at, trying not to think about anything, just in case it could make him change his mind again and confuse him even more…
It was quite a walk away, but he got there within the hour allowed. His heart was beating really fast and he could hear the sound it made in his ears as he approached the door to room 21. His hands were shaking a little… He couldn't suppress his feeling of guilt, but he couldn't suppress this animalistic need burning inside him either, or the anger he felt towards Reno. So he took a deep breath and mentally slapped himself. He surely wasn't going to appear to Vincent as being cowardly and hesitant or something. He'd be as seme as he usually was. He opened the door and got into the dark room, then closed it softly behind him. He could hardly see a thing, there was just a faint, tiny ray of light from outside to illuminate the room.
- "Vincent?" he asked, managing to sound as neutral and detached as possible.
He was about to turn on the light when a strong hand grabbed his wrist.
- "No" said a deep voice, dangerously close to Cloud's ear.
- "I can't even see where I'm walking" the ex-soldier exaggerated, trying to free his wrist.
- "I don't want you to see me."
Cloud took a moment to analyse that sentence, and then he couldn't help himself but ask:
- "Why?"
- "It's just better that way…"
- "I won't run away, you know…"
- "Don't insist."
- "Alright…" Cloud sighed. "Well, um… do you… do you have…"
Oh great, he thought. Now he was showing Vincent just how unsure and embarrassed he was… He shut up and took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and then he felt a metallic claw gently graze his cheek.
- "I haven't been with someone in a very long time" the raven-haired man said in a low voice, softly dragging his gloved hand's finger down Cloud's neck, pushing down the fabric of the turtleneck by doing so.
The blonde felt a strong shiver shake his whole body… The feel of that sharp claw almost slicing through his skin and the pulsating vein right underneath it… it made him feel so vulnerable… Vincent would just have to press only slightly harder down to pierce through his carotid artery and make him bleed to death. The idea of it made Cloud… it… it freaked him, cause… it actually aroused him. It bothered him cause he knew he'd be uke on this one, but, really, "who could ever be seme with Vincent?" he asked himself. There was no other way to do this, then.
- "If I'm rough…" the man whispered, his lips almost brushing against the blonde's ear, "I hope you forgive me."
He finally let go of Cloud's wrist, and the blonde bit down on his lip as Vincent grabbed his hips, gently pushed him against the door and softly started kissing his neck. To be honest, the ex-soldier was quite uncomfortable, even if overall, he felt good. He had no idea what it was like to be uke, and now he knew he was giving Vincent the impression that he had been bottom with Reno… Unacceptable. As Cloud placed his hands on the raven-haired man's shoulders, he decided he wouldn't let himself be dominated this easily. The guy would have to work for it.
So when he started lifting up the blonde's shirt, Cloud pushed his hands away and instead tried to take off Vincent's shirt, but the man grabbed his wrists again to keep him from doing so. After some struggling, Cloud freed himself and placed a hand on the man's waist and another behind his neck to pull him to his lips. The elder man didn't wait a single moment before ramming his tongue into the blonde's mouth, forcefully replying to the kiss and holding on to Cloud's shoulders. The ex-soldier could feel the weight of his metallic glove pressing down on him, and he could feel the tip of its claws through the fabric of his shirt… He let his hand on Vincent's waist wander down still until it reached the man's belt and pants, but his wrist was grasped and pinned to the wall.
- "Let… let go of me…" Cloud said, trying to pull away.
But Vincent was much stronger than him and had the blonde completely at his mercy. Well, after all, he was some kind of demon… He bent his head down a bit and started nibbling at Cloud's neck while he lifted up the ex-soldier's shirt. Cloud didn't know what to make of everything that was happening… It felt so different from when he was doing it with Reno… He was really embarrassed too, cause Vincent seemed to have a talent for making him "get vocal"… He had to bite down hard on his lip not to moan, but he couldn't help the gasps. Soon he was shirtless and already panting, and all of a sudden the raven-haired man pulled away and let his un-gloved hand caress Cloud's chest, slowly travelling down until it reached his pants.
- "Take off your boots" the raven-haired man said in a low voice before walking away.
Cloud closed his eyes a moment as he tried to slow down his breathing, then knelt and did as he'd been told, tossing his boots and socks away. He heard some faint metallic clinking farther off and concluded that Vincent was also taking off his boots, his armour and all. When he stood up again, he really considered turning on the lights… It didn't matter to him if the man was scarred all over, or if his body was closer to that of a demon than to that of a human. He wasn't so easily scared… But just as he reached for the switch, strong fingers wrapped themselves around his neck and almost made him choke.
- "I told you not to do that" Vincent growled in a menacing voice.
- "Even if it was as bad as you think," Cloud began telling him in a dominant tone, even if he had trouble breathing, "I still wouldn't be scared or disgusted. So just let me-"
- "Shut up."
At those words, Vincent pulled Cloud towards him and then pushed him down on the bed, releasing the blonde's neck and instead pinning his wrists to the mattress with one hand. The ex-soldier couldn't help but gasp when the elder man hurriedly undid his belt, pulled the zipper of his jeans down and took those off him. But what bothered him the most was that, apart from holding his wrists, Vincent wasn't touching him, and wasn't leaving him a single change to undress him either.
- "This isn't fair" Cloud said, gulping, as he tried to free himself.
And then Vincent lightly pressed his hand against the ex-soldier's cock through the fabric of his underwear, earning him another gasp. Cloud cursed himself for being so weak… so dependant of his body's needs. He had to bite his tongue really hard to keep himself from moaning when Vincent started rubbing his hand against his arousal. The blonde just couldn't control his body… and he thought it really wasn't fair that Vincent would have all the control here.
- "Stop!" he said in a loud voice.
The raven-haired man stopped at once and took his hand away.
- "Let go of me, I'm not your toy!"
Vincent was still for a while, but then he released the ex-soldier's wrists and sat up on the bed, leaving Cloud some room. The blonde sat up also and rubbed his wrists, which had become a little numb, and then let out a little sigh.
- "I'm not a toy…" he said in a faint voice.
After a short moment, he felt a warm hand slightly turn his cheek, and then Vincent kissed him. Not like before, though. It was much gentler this time, and Cloud happily replied to it. His heart was racing… He placed a hand behind the raven-haired man's neck and tentatively placed the other on his chest. Since Vincent didn't push him away, he slowly trailed that hand down the front of the man's shirt until he could start lifting it up, the tips of his fingers brushing the skin underneath the fabric… When Cloud insistently tugged at his long-sleeved shirt, Vincent pulled away from the kiss and took it off, then threw it on the floor. The blonde then pulled him back to his lips and decided to try his luck…
So he slowly, very slowly, started pushing Vincent down so he'd lie on the mattress with the blonde on top of him. And he let the ex-soldier do it… That really surprised Cloud, but in the good way. He let his mouth wander from the raven-haired man's mouth and slowly trailed down, kissing, licking and nibbling first at his throat, then down at his collarbone, his chest, his stomach… He could feel all the scars that covered Vincent's body, and it's then he realized how much they were alike. They had suffered the same. The only difference was that no one could see Cloud's scars but himself…
The ex-soldier hurried to undo Vincent's belt, then unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He crawled back up to kiss the elder man, bringing one of his thighs between Vincent's legs and holding on to the mattress with a hand as he ran the fingers of the other into his long hair. And he freaked, cause for a moment, it really reminded him of Reno, his ponytail. Not the feel of it, just the length… but it was enough.
- "What's wrong?" Vincent asked in a low voice, pushing Cloud away a little.
The blonde just shook his head faintly.
- "Cloud…"
A shiver ran through all of his body… That hadn't been a friendly, warm encouragement to answer the question. It had been an order, literally. But he wouldn't say it. "Everything is wrong" he thought, but he wouldn't say it. He'd find something else. So he didn't say a thing for a while… until he found it.
- "Let me at least turn on the night lamp" he said.
- "No" the man replied in a very serious voice.
- "Vincent, this is ridiculous…" Cloud said as he sat up and reached for the night lamp.
- "Don't" Vincent said, grabbing the blonde's arm.
- "Stop- let go!"
- "Get away-"
- "I wanna see who I fuck with!"
There was a long silence, only broken by the faint noise of Cloud's faster breathing. The blonde had trouble believing he'd just been so… blunt. And Vincent was looking at him as if trying to read into his soul.
- "I… I want to see you" Cloud said in a softer voice and with more control.
Since the raven-haired man didn't say a thing, the ex-soldier took that as a go-ahead and turned on the night lamp. It wasn't really bright, so his eyes didn't have to adjust much. He looked at Vincent up and down, and smiled at himself. It was, of course, nothing like the elder man had told him. Yes, he was covered with scars, especially on his left side, and they almost looked like veins, but it's not as if he had scales or anything gross like that. He was just… like a human. Apart for his left hand and forearm, which seemed more animal-like and had sharp nails. But it was far from being something that could scare Cloud or disgust him. The blonde also noticed Vincent was very fit…
- "See?" the blonde said with a little smile. "It was that easy…"
He didn't leave the man a chance to answer, because he lied back down on top of him and kissed him, running one of his hands all over that muscled chest underneath him. Vincent wrapped an arm around his waist and grabbed his shoulder with the other clawed one. That grasp became tighter and tighter, as Vincent pulled him closer into a kiss that was getting rougher by the second. Cloud was about to pull back when the elder man switched their positions and ended up lying on top of the blonde, one hand busy taking off his boxers. No way, this was too easy. Cloud wasn't gonna let Vincent have it like that. He'd have to fight a minimum.
So he lifted one of his knees up, grabbed the man's hand and tried to switch their positions again, but the raven-haired man grabbed his throat with his clawed hand, tightly enough to choke him for a moment. Cloud tried to free himself with both hands, but Vincent only released his hold a little… not even enough for the blonde to speak.
- "What are you trying to do, huh?" Vincent asked in a low voice as he managed to take off the ex-soldier's boxers.
Cloud wanted nothing more than to reply, but he just couldn't. He could barely breathe, and he was beginning to feel the blood throbbing in his brain… He was still trying to get Vincent to release his throat when the elder man reached beside the pillow for a little something… Cloud had no trouble guessing what it was, and once again, he freaked. He started thrashing his head about and Vincent finally let go of him, but soon the blonde's shoulders were pinned to the mattress and the raven-haired man looked down at him.
- "Hush… Didn't you want this? What's wrong now?" he asked in a low voice, a little annoyed.
- "I've… I never… it's all wrong…"
- "I'll be careful, if you can just hold still" Vincent sighed.
Cloud gulped and kept looking at Vincent as the man opened the tube of lube and coated three of his normal hand's fingers with the stuff. He could feel his heartbeat quicken… He really didn't know what was keeping him there, on the mattress. He was very tempted to push Vincent off, and as he was about to do that, something pressed against his entrance and made him freeze there.
- "Relax, Cloud…"
Gulping again, Cloud closed his eyes and tried to do that, but even with that and with Vincent trying to distract him by kissing his cheek, neck and throat, when he pushed that finger inside him, the blonde just couldn't relax. He gasped and gripped the mattress, fighting the urge once more to push Vincent off and trying to concentrate on relaxing, on ignoring the presence of that intrusive finger. Cloud thought it was a very weird feeling, to have something inside him… Uncomfortable, but fortunately it didn't hurt… yet. Soon enough though the elder man pushed another finger inside him, and now it hurt.
As much as he tried to relax, it was impossible to do. He always had imagined it must hurt a minimum for the uke, but he would never have thought… Vincent made small scissoring movements with his fingers for a short while, then pulled them out and inserted all three fingers inside Cloud, who gasped again, brought his hands up to hold on to Vincent's shoulders, digging his fingernails into his skin, and bit his tongue to keep from crying out in pain. The blonde hoped it only was that way the first time… He wondered how it was for Reno, who seemed to love it every time they did it. Was it good for him, for real? Or was it just because of the redhead's masochistic side? Damn, now he felt even worse… He had only ever thought about himself…
Vincent soon pulled out his fingers and wiped them on the sheets, then sat up to take off his underwear. The blonde did his best to regain control over his breathing, and to ignore the throbbing in his ass. Vincent soon crawled over him, between his legs, and poured some lube into his hand to then apply it to his erect manhood, which Cloud could very distinctly see, even in the dim lighting. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about how much this was gonna hurt much more than the three fingers… He opened his eyes again when Vincent grabbed his shoulder, and gasped when the man turned him over on his stomach.
- "Hey, what-"
- "You've looked at me long enough" Vincent said.
Cloud didn't have time to reply anything because he felt Vincent's arousal push against his entrance, and he couldn't help but whimper when he felt it penetrate him. He wanted to cry out, he felt as if he'd ripped in half… With every inch deeper inside, Cloud felt that pain… until something inside him was brushed against. He gasped and whimpered again, but not just in pain this time… So this was what the prostate could do… Vincent paused when he was fully sheathed inside the blonde, who was becoming more and more aware of just how aroused he was, especially because he could feel his arousal throbbing, trapped between the mattress and his stomach.
- "Are you alright?" Vincent asked, almost in a whisper, and Cloud noticed his voice was a little shaky.
After a few breaths and gulping a few times, the blonde said:
- "I… I guess so…"
- "You've never been bottom… right?"
The ex-soldier shook his head faintly and gulped again. The elder man ran a hand into Cloud's hair, then held on tightly to his hip as he started nibbling at the nape of the blonde's neck and at his shoulders, and he slowly began thrusting inside him. And slowly, Cloud began to really feel the effects of it all. He was starting to sweat, his breathing was much more difficult and he was holding on quite tightly to fistfuls of the sheets. Alright, it did hurt, quite a bit, but there was this impossible pleasure, those waves of pleasure and heat, literally, travelling all over his body.
As Vincent accelerated the pace, Cloud's breathing accelerated too, and the level of ecstasy quickly escalated. The blonde bit his tongue hard to keep himself from getting vocal. He couldn't really help the gasps and hard breathing, but he could stop the moans before they came out. And most importantly, he had to stop himself from crying out Vincent's name.
Maybe it was just psychological, but he thought it was very different from being seme… well of course it was, but, the pleasure it gave, it felt different, in Cloud's mind. It was almost invasive… the pressure and slight friction on his arousal, the thrusts against his prostate, those lips and teeth digging into his shoulders and neck…
It didn't take a very long time before he felt his release approaching fast, and he couldn't really postpone it… nor did he want to, anyway. He wasn't the quick type, really, but it seemed Vincent was that good… So Cloud just held on tighter to the sheets and waited for that pleasure to completely consume him. And it did. An incredible heat took over all of his body, and he couldn't stop himself this time: he cried out Vincent's name, at the top of his lungs, as he felt his seed escape his manhood. He could feel his muscle tighten, clench around Vincent, who kept up the pace for a moment. And a moment… until finally Cloud felt him shiver a little and heard him let out a little moan as he breathed out deeply. Then he felt another kind of heat spreading inside him…
They stayed that way for a moment, and then Vincent carefully withdrew from the ex-soldier and slowly lied down on his back beside him, after turning off the night lamp. Not a word was exchanged… A few minutes later, Cloud hadn't moved an inch and was still lying the same way on the bed, the sheets still clenched in his fists. Vincent, for his part, was now sitting at the edge of the mattress and was starting to dress.
Cloud couldn't believe he'd just done that… worse, done that with Vincent… He was slowly getting to realize his ass was hurting bad, since his state of ecstasy had quickly gone down. He couldn't believe he'd actually screamed Vincent's name… He didn't know if he'd ever be able to look at Reno again. Would the Turk guess? Of course he would… So, should Cloud tell him, be honest? Now that it was done, there was no turning back, and he finally could grasp all of the implications… just how totally immoral and downright stupid that had been. He turned to lie on his side, his back to Vincent, and gripped the pillow tightly to keep himself from crying.
- "I'm sorry" Vincent said as he got up from the bed.
- "It's… not your fault" Cloud said in a low voice, almost a whisper.
The raven-haired man put on his cloak, then opened the door.
- "Cloud… you told me yourself. Sins are forgiven. Forgive yourself" he said before leaving.
Maybe Cloud had told him that, but… deep down, he didn't know. As soon as the door closed, the blonde started getting up, slowly, wincing in pain, and walked (well, limped) to the bathroom. He got the hot water running, stepped into the shower and started to cry. He hated himself so much at that moment… The worse part was that he knew he'd have to deal with it now. All the time he was showering he cried, until there weren't even any more tears to cry. Even when he was all cleaned up, he couldn't wash away that horrible sensation of dirtiness… it crept underneath his skin. When he left the bathroom with a towel around his hips and another around his shoulders, he reached for his pants on the floor and checked his cell phone.
- "Ah… Screw you…" he whispered to himself in a desperate voice.
Reno had tried to call him three times while he was in the shower, and probably while… while he was having sex with Vincent, but he hadn't left a message. Cloud felt a scorching bubble of stress building up in the pit of his stomach, and knowing that the redhead would call again wasn't helping at all. The blonde sighed and tossed his cell phone onto the bed before gathering his clothes. He'd finished putting on his pants when his cell phone vibrated on the bed. He looked at it for a moment, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Then he gathered up the tiny bit of courage left in him and he reached for it, then flipped it open, swallowing.
- "Yo Cloud!" Reno said. "Why didn't you answer, you punk ass? I was getting worried!"
Even though the redhead's voice was quite cheerful, and even though he sounded as sarcastic as ever, the ex-soldier thought something was off, although he couldn't say what.
- "Um, hey… I was just, well…" the Turk started saying with a subtle nervous laugh. "Tifa told me you were out, but… Well, when you're finished, do you, um… want to meet me at my apartment?"
Cloud would have been really happy in any other circumstances… but now, he just felt worse, even guiltier. He wondered for a second where the nearest bridge was… or if he could just accidentally fall on his sword or something… Yup, the sword seemed like a good idea…
- "It's ok if you don't want to" Reno hurried to say. "But… I'd really like to see you. I've missed you…"
The blonde didn't know what to say, and even if he'd known, he probably wouldn't have been able to say a thing. Seconds passed… and he remained silent.
- "Cloud?" Reno asked in a little voice. "Please, answer me, you're freaking me out…"
- "Where?" Cloud asked back, managing to control his voice for that one second.
- "Most northern apartment building at the plaza, I'll meet you in the hall. When will you get here?"
The blonde swallowed and thought about it for a moment. And about his sword, again…
- "An hour… I guess…"
- "Hey, hun, are you alright?"
But Cloud couldn't talk anymore. He felt his throat tighten with each passing second. At least Reno seemed to understand.
- "Be careful, alright? I'll be waiting."
The ex-soldier hurried to hang up, biting down hard on his lip. He wouldn't be able to hide it from Reno, he knew it... He knew he wouldn't be able to look at him in the face. And Vincent had left his mark. Well, several… Scratches, bruises, bite marks… the whole package. Lucky at least with his turtleneck he was covered… Well, he didn't really have a choice. So he finished dressing up and left the room, heading for Reno's apartment.