Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Real Transformation ❯ Epilogue ( Epilogue )

Vincent sat on Sephiroth's bed, somewhere in ShinRa HQ, a little dazed and at a loss for words. Everything had happened so quickly, it was almost hard to imagine, and if he hadn't been a Turk for so long, he wouldn't have been able to imagine it. Sephiroth had rescued him Mr. Wincocks' house, successfully burning half of his property to the ground; one bad reason to live so far away from the community, since it took so long for help to arrive. Sephiroth had managed to steal a helicopter, landing it several miles from the house in the dead of night before literally making haste to the large mansion where he had found out Vincent resided. After being unable to find Vincent after several days and noting that he must have been stolen, not going on vacation, judging by the contents of his apartment and what was left there, he asked around, especially at The Lady's Bug where Ms. Barbara was worried about him as well. After tracking down Adrian, more by sheer luck, he tortured the information out of him and, not liking the information he had received, did away with him.

 

Scouring the area by air, he had gone out of his way not to arouse suspicion, but at least the swordsman hadn't burned more than one house down in his attempts to find the unwary vampire. Vincent's time spent away had given Hojo enough time to concoct a last potion, which, after a thorough conversation with Sephiroth, had revealed that this potion would indeed be <i>the</i> potion to bring them both to sheer ecstasy. That and the fact that Hojo was on his last bare thread before being in major trouble with president ShinRa for bringing in funds from the wealthy man without giving him any solid results—although the experiments the scientist was actually doing and the experiments the president thought he was doing were two very different creations. He would make this work, and if it was anything like the last potion, it would be very much worth it. Having brought Vincent's stuff over, he was reacquainted with all, thankfully, however the payments on his apartment had been falling behind, and he now did have the money to make up for it. Sephiroth spoke of thanks… and payment.

 

“Now Vincent…. I've done quite a lot for you…”

 

“None of which I asked for,” he muttered, looking away. He was cornered. Vincent was unarmed and with no escape route, and though Sephiroth held his ground, he gave him space not to feel too threatened.

 

“I'm sure you're grateful,” the swordsman said, stepping closer. He had changed into a cotton button up shirt, which was left unbuttoned, shoes kicked off so he'd be comfortable. Tea was on the boil, for all high class rooms at ShinRa had large bathroom, expansive bedrooms and a small kitchen area. They were on even terms, if not completely outdoing Mr. Wincocks' mansion. Having presumably leaving the man alive, Vincent would surely be hunted down, especially because of the large exchange of money. The ex Turk was glad he hadn't stayed long enough to know that old man's true intent. He might have been a bodyguard, but in the long run, it wouldn't have been just a bodyguard, and of that he was sure.

 

Sighing in defeat, his ruby gaze defiantly met the other.

 

“Then what do you want from me, Sephiroth?” His voice, usually a soft alto voice, cool and confident or demanding, or gentle with understanding, was hollow and flat, almost ghostly. He was sick of people playing games with him and using him, just wanting to curl up and forget it all—somewhere far away from society and people. Sephiroth's lips dances with a grin of victory.

 

“Well first… eat well, sleep well, take a hot bath or a nice long shower. Take a few days to recuperate and get back to working. I've contacted Ms. Barbara already to tell her you're safe and sound.” The vampire perked up slightly at the notion. It was good that he could still hold his job at The Lady's Bug, though surely he'd have to explain what would happen, and all the girls would be glad to see him.

 

“I've more or less told her what has happened, but she's glad to know you're still working for her.” Sephiroth's grin only grew. “Your pretty face and enchanting eyes really do bring in the customer's huh?” Stepping closer and leaning forward as though to search out elusive crimson orbs, he only laughed to himelf.

 

“But anyway, take awhile to regain your bearings and settle in here. I know you don't like ShinRa very much, but I'm paying for your room and facilities, so abuse them well while you have the chance. I'll know if you leave or don't come back and, as you've experienced several times in the past, I will find you again.” Glowing green eyes narrowed, almost threateningly. Vincent wanted to ask why, how, what was all this amounting to, what didn't he know? But he held his tongue. He had previous suspicions, but he didn't know if they were really still in effect, having been many months already. It had, however, been a long while since anything odd with Sephiroth happened, but even so, he'd still be wary of him. Sephiroth, on the other hand, would bide his time. This was the last potion, and he'd make it good. The last phase in the whole process, and if for some reason this one didn't work out, the last one had been pretty good, although from the view of things, it had made Vincent like a rabbit in heat. The swordsman was fine with that, but Hojo, probably had little use of it. Then again, knowing the twisted perverted doctor, he could find some way to justify it. For Sephiroth though, it would be an impatient several days.

 

 

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Several days had come and gone, the better half of the week behind him, but Vincent was doing well. Sephiroth visited him sometimes in the evening, and even more unsettling, in the morning while he was still asleep. He was a fairly light sleeper, but even so, the silver haired swordsman managed to get away with stroking his hair and cheek, feeling through his shirt or go as far as unbuttoning it or pushing it up. On such occasions, Vincent would wake up nearly falling out of the bed, standing up immediately and shutting himself in the bathroom. He feared the other would go too far one morning and then, he vowed, Sephiroth would lose a hand for it. But those were the only times he had seen him. Now though, Vincent emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a fresh cotton robe, off of work relatively early—about an hour to midnight—and was planning on making himself a cup of tea, stopping short when he found Sephiroth sprawled on his bed, that same white cotton shirt laying enticingly open.

 

“All right now…. Time to exact the rest of your payment.” Smirking, he beckoned Vincent over. Reluctantly, the ex Turk owed Sephiroth well enough, and knowing what was surely in store he readied his mind to just drift away, so then he may not even notice what would happen at all while the other did whatever he wanted. He would deal with the situation in the morning, clean up, and hopefully be on his way to reclaim his apartment. Surely the swordsman wouldn't keep him that long, would he? Fishing a crystal vial out of his breast pocket, Vincent was flashed the bright pink liquid, eliciting the first thought Sephiroth had indeed been slipping him stuff like that all those many times before, but why and to what end? He shouldn't jump to conclusions, and it had been awhile, so maybe the two weren't connected at all…..

 

Pulling Vincent down onto the bed, Sephiroth rolled him over so his back was pressed on the mattress.

 

“I'll send you to heaven tonight,” the swordsman murmured in his ear, caressing his cheek. Straddling narrow hips, the first class soldier unstopped the bottle, taking a sip of his own and making a slight face at the odd taste. It was warm, a little sugary, but kind of bitter too. Pouring the rest into his mouth, he forced Vincent into a kiss, though he doubted he'd need to use much force; the brunette was already trying to fade from conscious awareness. Sputtering slightly, the ex Turk's mouth was forced open by a strong grip like a vise on his jaw, and he half choked on the warm liquid, trickling down his chin as the….whatever it was….passed between their mouths. Whimpering in protest, he cringed as he swallowed the stuff. Sephiroth had drunk some too, but why, if he was only going to torture him…? It was probably some kind of weird aphrodisiac or something, and Vincent had swallowed the majority of it, a good mouthful.

 

Sitting back, since the swordsman didn't know how long it would take, he cast the little bottle aside, along with his shirt, wondering what exactly he was waiting for. Moments ticked by, and to pass the time, he decided he might as well start. Vincent laid still, head to one side in resignation. Unfortunately, ever since his pride had been shattered by Hojo, his best defense against a predicament he had no way out of, was to just drift off, only because he couldn't die, and now, at least, he couldn't summon Chaos or any of those other monsters. Vincent was as afraid of them as others were afraid of him when he did take on one of those forms. Sephiroth was kissing down his neck, but oddly, he was disturbed from his peaceful numbness by… a lack of teeth, a lack of rough marking. Focusing better, he noticed Sephiroth had pulled away, and though he didn't move, he looked up from the corner of his eyes. There was a strange look on the swordsman's face. Turning to give him a better look, his eyes widened, unable to look away, enraptured by that stare, a look he had never received, but surely he knew what it was. But it confused him. Had that potion done it? Given him that look of… want, desire… not just carnal lust… of love? Vincent hesitated to use the word, but those green feline eyes held it as true, and even with the opening to dash away and run from Sephiroth, his body didn't react. It felt comfortable with the situation, even urging him on. His heart fluttered and he blushed deeply, Sephiroth pressing against him and nuzzling a slender neck, with touches so soft and gentle, it was hard to imagine the seasoned warrior had such a side.

 

The ex Turk's only explanation was that his body was used to the ravaging it had received before, and thus hadn't reacted as strongly yet, but surely it would set in. He was certain Sephiroth could have resisted the urges too, because he had not consumed as much, however, he was letting his body go, assaulting the vampire's lithe features with gentle touches and reassuring kisses. It was so odd, since Vincent had never experienced anything like it, and his body flushed, reacting on its own towards the tenderness. It was arousing and desirable, and scary. He felt like he had fallen in love, and when he looked into mako tainted green eyes, the ex Turk wanted to kiss the other man all over and feel him close. Slightly calloused hands ran over his exposed body after tugging the knot undone from the robe, and they smoothed over porcelain skin as they continued, the effects of the potion becoming stronger. Sephiroth wanted Vincent with something he had never experienced, and Vincent desired the swordsman so much, any thought of escape was quickly erased, and he was even audacious enough to want to flip Sephiroth over and explore his body on his own. Cheeks tinged forever a deep pink, the vampire was pinned beneath Sephiroth's weight as he grazed his teeth over a shoulder, hands caressing down a toned back to the hem of the silver haired man's pants. They should probably come off.

 

Lips delicately parted, Vincent felt numb, but not in the way he had wanted, his body too torn with desire and want and the sensations of bubbling pleasure that he didn't know what to do, so he held on to Sephiroth's broad shoulders. The nightling's robe had been wiggled off and thrown aside, slender fingers tracing over his hips, palms running along smooth thighs as though they had never felt a body before. Vincent trembled as he lie spread before Sephiroth, his eyes hazy with want and helplessness, small beads of sweat forming at his hairline. Looking the brunette over, the first class soldier felt breathless. He was letting his body lead him, but he could still control himself. He wanted to tease Vincent until he begged for it, but looking the other over, already thoroughly aroused, he also knew it wouldn't take long, and besides, the silver haired man didn't quite feel persuaded enough to do so. Kissing quivering lips once again, nibbling and exploring that heated mouth with a probing tongue, his embrace was eagerly swallowed up. Smirking inwardly, his body pressed to the smaller form beneath him, rocking against him, even through his pants. The motion alone made Vincent tense and gasp, but as Sephiroth continued, he relaxed, laying still and wrapping his legs around the swordsman's waist as though trying to pull him inside and keep him there, an instinctual gesture where Vincent played the roll of a submissive woman.

 

The need to be dominating was what kept Sephiroth from ceasing his movements so soon, but after a long moment, he very reluctantly stilled, eliciting a whine of protest from Vincent, and it almost pushed him to the edge to keep rubbing the bulge in his pants against the ex Turk's arousal. Chuckling unevenly at the brunette's uncharacteristic want of being so intimately connected, Sephiroth hovered over the small frame, stroking long black hair, and Vincent was able to hold onto something solid again. Hands tickling Vincent's thighs, finding the crook of his knees and tugging the hold on him until he was released, he left Vincent's legs spread to either side of him. Taking the freed moment to undo his pants and kick them aside, the vampire's eyes fluttered shut, chest rising and falling with his excited breath, and when he opened his eyes again, ruby pendants laced with want and the knowledge of what was to come, stared avidly back. They weren't afraid, but patient instead, glowing with invitation. Not wanting to make either of them wait much longer, Sephiroth fished under the pillow next to Vincent's head for the bottle of lubricant he had slipped there for tonight. Clutching the cool container of liquid in one hand, he gazed over the brunette's willing body, pouring an amount on his fingers before pressing them against the other's entrance. Vincent tensed, groaning, head falling to the side as he focused on the feeling of two fingers rubbing the substance over him, then forcing their way inside.

 

A small sound escaped his throat, but it didn't deny Sephiroth so much as it encouraged him, and, confident he wasn't hurting Vincent, his slicked fingers probed the other's tight insides, warming up the lubricant, and soon he was pumping his fingers in and out, causing the ex Turk to moan and wiggle. After brushing over the darkling's prostate a few times, Vincent was absolutely moaning, rocking against Sephiroth's fingers, and if the brunette hadn't been erotic before, he was now. Groaning at the scene, the swordsman complied by wiggling a third finger in, stretching the opening and scissoring his fingers when the muscles clamping down only relaxed and more than welcomed the touch by pulling them farther in. Breathing heatedly through pout lips, Sephiroth was sure neither of them would want to wait much longer. Withdrawing his fingers only elicited a moan of loss and protest, and hushing the other with a kiss, the soldier gave himself enough room to slick his length before casting the bottle of lubricant aside. Biting on the other's plush lower lip, Sephiroth groaned at touching his heated and engorged member before rubbing against Vincent's entrance, but the both of them couldn't stand the teasing, and as Sephiroth eased himself in, the ex Turk moaned his impatience. Focus lost on anything but what they were doing, Sephiroth pushed into Vincent's tightly gripping body, the heat like spasms of pleasure that he wanted to pound into, but he held back for Vincent's sake.

 

As impatient as the vampire was, the sting of being completely filled, especially by Sephiroth's size, had him moaning and writhing in both pleasure and pain, and after a tense moment, he stilled enough, crystalline tears lining his ears, but there was no way he'd let Sephiroth stop now. Clutching his vulnerable body to the large frame above him, ruby eyes closed, his brows furrowed and his breath was worried. Out of concern and in distraction, Sephiroth thankfully slid his still slick hand over Vincent's shaft. Crying out as his sensitive glans was assaulted by a curious thumb, the nightlinh clamped down on the thick member penetrating him, making him cry out louder, writhing beneath Sephiroth at the overwhelming sensations. A fire already burned inside him, and he didn't know what to do about it. Wanting to cry tears of helpless frustration, Sephiroth aided by starting to thrust shallowly into him, and with a gasp, Vincent clung to the body atop him. It was a soothing, numbing movement that made the ex Turk hold on tighter, an arm wrapped around Sephiroth's neck, buried under warm silver hair. Legs pressed to his hips, Sephiroth continued the gentle thrusts until the body relaxed more, then pulled out more, thrusting a little deeper. As soon as his pace was more suitable, Vincent hissed his pleasure, legs and arms clinging strongly, and he bit into an exposed shoulder before him.

 

His body cried in pleasure as Sephiroth pumped him in the front in rhythm with the pounding into his backside. Gasping for breath, Vincent was at a loss for what to do, body trembling, but his desire would not easily be sated. Crying out, he threw his strength against Sephiroth so that he was sitting in his lap. Moaning, Vincent pressed the larger frame against the mattress—much to the swordsman's astonishment—and proceeded to gyrate against the stiff manhood giving him so much pleasure. Head rolling on his shoulders, he gasped and cried in pleasure, lifting enticing hips only to press harshly against the other. Once he fell into an easy rhythm, it was Sephiroth's turn to lose his control. Muscles tensed, he held onto the narrow hips, helping him drop against his manhood more forcefully. Swallowing heavily, eyes heavy with lust, he thrust back, entering as tightly and as deeply as he could. Vincent arched his beautifully slender body over Sephiroth, body clamping down and tugging wantonly on Sephiroth when he pulled out, coaxing him towards a blissful release. Panting and moaning and crying and trembling with pleasure and frustration for release, Vincent whimpered loudly when he almost unexpectedly found it, tensing around Sephiroth as he sat embedded on his lap, eyes squeezed shut as warm fluid coated them both. The brunette moaned slovenly.

 

Sephiroth followed, filling him with hot liquid. Trembling, Vincent lay against Sephiroth's chest, not paying any heed to the sticky substance smeared between them. Panting and whimpering, Sephiroth was stroking his hair in comfort, blinking past his dazed pleasure before he was finally able to breathe again, heart pounding in his chest. This definitely wasn't the last time they'd do that, at least for tonight. Sephiroth liked the feel of Vincent wanting him, and while under the influence of Hojo's potion, at least, he only wanted to feel that warm frame pressed to him, kissing him back with just as much fervor and passion. He wanted to dominate the brunette knowing Vincent truly craved him, and just the fact the other had managed to push him back against the bed in his impatience at the slow pace, made him want to hold him close and start moving against him again. Next time though, Sephiroth wanted to be the one thrusting deeply into Vincent and controlling him.

 

After the continuously endless waves of pleasure finished rolling over Vincent, he cringed slightly. His backside felt numb, but regardless of the pain he would feel the next day because of his own actions, he still wanted to curl up against the man that had given him so much ecstasy and sleep peacefully in that strong embrace. He wanted to, but Sephiroth had other plans. It would be another long, but satisfyingly blissful night.