… do I have to do a disclaimer every time O.o? Oh well, just in case… FF7 and the charters are owned by those square guys… (I'll look it up when I'm not feeling so lazy) but I own the house..

that's right… Vincent and Cloud bought the house off of me…. TAKE THAT SQUARE GUYS!!

The title, however was half derived cuz it worked, but mostly to mock my dear friend namimakura for her "utter chaos" story. It's awesome… Bleach… Hitsuhina, and CONFUSING AS HELL!!

Even so, read it anyways… there ya go, precious… I gave you a shout out.

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Cloud was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his chin resting in his hands and fingers laced in front of his lips. Vincent walked in, his wet hair hanging over his shoulders and a black satin robe draped over him. He froze a moment when Cloud's eyes shifted to him, before moving to the closet. Cloud looked him up and down, searching for the illustrious bruise that Cid had mentioned. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the blackened skin of his lover's left hand. The very thing he'd been so careful to hide from everyone else, he no longer felt the need to with Cloud.

Cloud would've been the only one to see what Vincent's arm truly looked like if it wasn't for Cid. It was petty, of course, but Cloud couldn't help but be jealous that such a well-kept secret was known by someone other than him. "Vincent."

He turned upon hearing his name.

"Come here, hon."

"Well, I was just-"

"It's ok, just come here."

Vincent secured the sash on his robe, heading over. Cloud took his hand, pulling him down on his lap and their lips together. Cloud moved his arms around the gunman's waist gently sliding his hands up along his back. It was a firmly timid touch, that didn't stop until he felt Vincent flinch. He pulled back slightly, wrapping his arms around Cloud's neck. They kissed again, tho now it seemed like Vincent wanted control. Either that… or he was trying to distract him.

It was on his left shoulder, closer to the back. Cloud pushed a bit harder, where he felt him flinch, and Vincent pulled away, pretending to want to hold Cloud closer. He was good. So good in fact that the swordsman might not've known something was off if he hadn't been told. Cloud pulled back, just breaking the kiss enough to speak. "What's wrong?"

Vincent jumped, not expecting it, "What do you mean?"

Cloud groaned, pulling down his sleeve. He should've known he wouldn't get a straight answer.

Vincent turned his head away and sighed. There was no use fighting now. It was a large bruise. Mostly blue with slight yellowing. He had been hit by something heavy, and it had to have been recent.

"Vincent, what happened?"

"It's nothing major. Look, it's already starting to vanish."

Indeed it was, but that didn't change the fact of it happening. Cloud gently brushed a thumb over it, "Highwind said he brought you home… where were you?"

"I just went out for a little while."

"Out?"

"Yea."

"Where to? And why?"

"I don't see how it matters-"

"Where to!? And why!? Vincent!"

Vincent sighed deeply, "I just went out to get some air."

"Then why was Highwind there?"

"I'm not sure."

"Don't lie to me."

"No. Honestly, Cloud. I didn't even know he was there."

Cloud sighed, pulling Vincent further up on his lap, "All right, but there's one more thing I want to know." He rocked the gunman back, gently laying him against the bed and kissed him.

"Wh-what's that?"

Cloud straddled Vincent's waist, kissing him again, "Why didn't you tell me you transformed?"

Vincent's eyes widened, his breath catching in his chest. He shouldn't have been surprised. Cloud always had a way of somehow knowing, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He knew he acted a bit different. Needier, he supposed. Always desiring that special intimacy to remind him of his humanity, and Cloud was more than willing to assist.

"You know I want you to tell me." He raked a hand through his hair, "I know what goes through your head and I can't stand for you to think that way." Vincent's eyes softened at Cloud's touch. His fingers lightly traced along the thin scar leadingup to his shoulder. Being careful not to agitate the bruise any further, he pushed the sleeves of on Vincent's robe off his shoulders. He slid his arms on out, wrapping them around his lover's neck to pull their lips together once more.

Vincent's lips parted easily, allowing Cloud free access past them. Their tongues twined together in an intricate dance that both knew so well. Vincent slid his arms into Cloud's shirt, raking his nails along his back. He pushed the black fabric up, trying miserably to take it off without causing them to part. The kiss was, reluctantly, broken for a brief moment to allow Cloud to throw it to the ground next to the bed. The gunman moaned with great satisfaction to finally feel his lover's skin pressed against his own, beginning to heat with passion and the rapid organ pounding into his chest. Cloud ran his hands along the bed, so near, and up to the slender man's arms, gingerly lifting them over his head.

He savored each moan vibrating against his tongue, and those thin hips bucking beneath him. At least this, the swordsman could say was his own. He left his lips moving on. His tongue laved along that small crease behind his ear, where he knew was most tender. Vincent was normally so calm, so quiet, but Cloud knew what he liked. He knew everything, even down to the smallest touch, to make the stoic gunman so expertly come alive in his arms. He knew how to make him writhe.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed in his ear, sending a chill through Vincent's body. Cloud's hands teased over his own, slowly moving to his wrists, "Vincent, I still want to know what happened."

Vincent's eyes opened a bit, still drunk off the ecstasy filling the air.

"Why were you covered in blood?"

The gunman breathed deeply, trying to get his head together, "Cloud… I-I can't."

Cloud slid a knee up between his legs, forcing him to cry out, his fingers curling. His lips raked at the delicate flesh buried beneath those moist dark strands. Vincent sighed, his head tilting, legs going numb, "I can't tell you."

Cloud pushed on him further, fingers tracing along his palms, "Why?"

"I…-I just can't, Cloud."

"…… Cid knows, doesn't he?"

Vincent's eyes snapped open, "What?" He was brought back in an instant, his head snapping to where Cloud's fist had closed around his wrist.

Trying to pull his slender hands from the stubborn grip, he looked up at his captor, "Cloud?"

"I want a straight answer, Vincent."

His eyes fell back on their hands as he kept pulling, "Cloud, please."

Vincent was starting to panic, looking to Cloud and back, trying to pull harder. "Cloud, let go!"

He knew this was Vincent's main weakness. The fragile ex-turk hated being restrained. So much so that he has nearly killed someone to get away from them.

He also knew that Vincent wouldn't hurt him.

"I just want a straight answer."

"Cloud, please, don't do this." His eyes were beginning to tear. "Let me up."

Cloud sighed, he hated upsetting Vincent, but he knew this was the only chance he had of finding anything out.

"Please stop!"

"Why can't you tell me?"

"I just can't, Cloud! You can't know about this!"

"WHY!?"

"Because you won't see me anymore! You'll only see what I'm becoming." He blinked, freeing the tears to slide down his cheeks, "For some reason, you don't see me as a monster, I don't want that to change! CLOUD, PLEASE!"

Cloud released his lover's arms, brushing the tears from his eyes. Vincent held his wrists, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself. He gasped when Cloud moved back into kiss him. He lips were gentle. He was trying to make up for what he'd done, to comfort him. "It won't, precious. You'll never be a monster in my eyes." The swordsman held him tightly, kissing his neck, "I'm sorry, Vincent. I just worry about you. You never tell me anything. How am I supposed to know when something's wrong?"

"Cloud, I-" his arms shook as they made their way around him, "I didn't mean to-"

"No, don't. it's alright." He rolled onto his side, against the bed, pulling Vincent in to him, "You didn't do anything. I was the one in the wrong here."

Vincent pushed back slightly. He brought a hand to his chest, trying to calm his heart, breaths still sharp. It almost seemed like he was having a panic attack. Cloud stared a bit uncertain. Vincent could usually control his body better. He brushed a hand over his cheek, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"Vincent, I'm sorry. I didn't think-"

"It's not you, Cloud." He pulled his hand away, slowly opening his eyes.

"…Really?"

Vincent smiled up at him, moving closer. "Really." They kissed, holding their bodies together.

xXx

Vincent's eyes started to fade. He shook his head, rolling over to look at his lover's sleeping form. Eyelids threatened to drag him to sleep, forcing him to sit up. Vincent raked his hands over his face, and slid out of bed, pulling the robe over him. He froze as Cloud stirred, glancing back to assure the swordsman was still asleep. Vincent moved quietly towards the bathroom. The door opened with a soft creak as he entered. Cold water ran over his hands from the sink to meet his face in a waking gesture. He sighed, hanging his head over the marble bowl. Water slid down the long strands of his hair, falling into the pool and spiraling down the drain. Vincent glanced up at his reflection, not enjoying the look of the dark shadows standing out so angrily beneath his gleaming eyes. Fingers rubbed into them in a futile attempt at wiping them away.

A yawn found his lips, tears corrupting his eyes. The gunman shook his head, violently, then moved to the shower. He turned on the cold water, adjusting the hot a bit to compensate, soon switching the flow to overhead, and stripping off his robe. Vincent gasped, a bit shocked by the cold. Though he did savor the waking sensation that washed over him. Vincent leaned his head back, allowing the water to embrace every nerve of his skin. He sighed, dipping his head underneath the stream and wrapping his fingers around the showerhead. He didn't much like having to resort to these methods, but his resistance was weakening and it was getting harder to fight. Eyes closed, he stayed like that for a good while, just allowing the water to soak his body, hair spiraling around him.

When he felt satiated, Vincent spun the water off, flicking the shower lever back down. He shivered when the warm air hit him and slid the black satin robe around his body, not even bothering to dry off.

Quietly he checked back in on Cloud to see that spiky head of his was still resting peacefully, though in a different position from earlier. He heard a slight snore come from the docile form and smiled.

The door closed, and Vincent moved into the den. He sat on the bay window, glancing outside. It was raining. Not too hard, but enough to make him want to go out in it. He laughed slightly, thinking it ironic, but still happy that it should wash away his earlier sins. Vincent was starting to feel sadder at night. He was tired. Had far too much time to think, and it was starting to get to him. Vincent just sat, curled up in the window. His head leaned against the cold glass, watching the rain rush by, just beyond his reach.

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AN: Just so I can make this clear, Cloud doesn't usually pull that kinda stuff so don't think that Vincent's like one of those dumbass bitches that stays with an abusive man, because she "still loves him".

Also I'd like to mention that I'm having a bit of a dilemma. I am aware that Vincent isn't that weak, but something is going on with him that's making him weaker… I'm doing my best to keep him in character, so bear with me.