Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson and Violet Expressions ❯ Phase 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Crimson and Violet Expressions

PART 2

Vincent hated having two classes in a row with Zack and the few precious minutes he had to himself between classes were no longer peaceful.

"Fag..."

"That guy's a fuckin' homo..."

"Oh my god... it's him..."

Whispers and taunts followed the seventeen year old wherever he went. It had been like that for the remainder of the year, but Vincent dealt with it by reminding himself he wouldn't have to see any of them in a few weeks time. He didn't give them the satisfaction of thinking he cared.

He headed to the combat class and yet again was paired up with more people that had it in for him. An hour and a half later, he walked out of the gym, sporting a blood nose.

There was a fifteen minute break before the last class of the day. Vincent sat on a bench by himself and for once, he wasn't the centre of attention. There was an excited chatter about the Cetra Celebration Parade. A banner hung just over his head that had shone the words, "Keep on rockin' in Midgar". Vincent rolled his eyes as he tilted his head back to stop the blood.

"Oh my God!!! Princess!!! What happened to your pretty little face? Who did this to you?" Zack came and sat down, dragging Lily with him. He looked at Vincent with a fake sense of concern. Vincent said nothing but shot him a glare.

"Whoa whoa, take it easy there tiger! I'm not no fag, save that for the bedroom."

"Zack! Give the poor guy a break..."

And with that they left. The bell rang signalling the start of the next class.

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Vincent flicked through his notes, he paused on a page and noticed some points he had written for his extra credit assignment.

1. Closet homosexuals will tend to deny their true feelings to the extent that they will get partners of the opposite sex, but in private they will be feel no physical attraction.

2. They may be highly abusive to anyone that is tagged as a homosexual, hiding their own sexual preference.

3. When it comes to their sex life, closet homosexuals are very stubborn and without reason they may decline attendance to even important social activities in order to have privacy...

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"Zack! What do you mean you can't go? This is one of the biggest events in Midgar this year!"

"Yeah, I got my assignments to do and I'm a bit behind in physical training"

"It isn't gonna be the same without you babe..."

"Sorry sweetcheeks. Have enough fun for the both of us."

Lily went to kiss Zack on the lips but Zack held her head still as he pecked her on the forehead and ushered her out the door. Once she was safely around the corner he went back to his room and picked up his phone...

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Vincent hurried the door to his room open and closed and locked it behind him. He wanted to get inside before the crowds came stampeding through the corridors, heading for the Cetra Celebration festival.

For the first time in a few days, he finally had some time to himself and with that knowledge fresh in his mind; he lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. The sleep crept up on him and took him by surprise. He couldn't fight it. He was just too exhausted.

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Vincent's eyes snapped open. The silence hung in the air, dormant and heavy. Why did he wake up so abruptly?

He checked his notepad and found some assignment work he could be doing. Sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, Vincent's red eyes were skimming through the pages of a heavy text book sitting on his lap.

He reached a page with a number of complicated looking graphs and statistical information and reached for his pen. The notepad beside him was full of clean, white paper. The sharp blue pen made little sound when it wrote on the notepad, but in the silence it was audible.

After several minutes of note taking, with the only sound in the room being the scratching of the pen on the crisp paper, Vincent paused. He looked up from his work with a confused expression on his face.

"No... no, it was nothing." He muttered to himself as he put his head down and put the pen back to the paper. Almost immediately he stuck his head up again. This time he knew it for sure... He was hearing something. Crying?

He thought that everyone was at the festival. He slid the textbook off of his lap and got up silently from his bed. Quietly he opened his door and listened for the sound again. Yes. It was louder and more clear. It was a male's cry.

"Strange." He whispered to himself.

The curiosity got the better of Vincent and he slipped out of his door and followed the sound. The corridors were dimly lit again, as they were every night but about six doors down the hallway there was a crack of light. Vincent tiptoed towards it stealthily, making sure he was not seen or heard.

"...yes." The voice murmured and another voice grunted in return.

There was more than one person there.

He peeked through the crack of the door and saw enough of the room to know that it was the same layout as his own and he pushed the door open a little, knowing he would not be seen from the other side if he took a quick peek in.

He stuck his head around the corner and withdrew it immediately. He put a hand to his mouth to stifle any kind of gasp or sound that would give away his position...

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Lily waved to her friends as she saw them standing over near the Ferris wheel.

"Hey guys!! How's it going?"

The two girls smiled and waved back. When Lily pushed her way through the crowd toward them they asked her. "Hey Lily, where's Zack?"

"Oh he said he couldn't make it. Had to catch up on a few assignments and some training. He's been really busy lately, y'know? Poor baby."

The two girls looked at each other and then at Lily. "Oh my God Lily, we were just saying that he probably wouldn't be here with you. You should like totally dump him and get a better man, there’s a tonne out there. Tony really likes you..."

"Yeah he's a spunk." The other one said, giggling.

"Jeez you guys, you wouldn't understand. Zack and I are in love and when you're in love you just trust one another..."

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Vincent took his phone out of his pocket and opened up the camera option.

"Karma." He said.

He stuck the phone through the crack in the door and pressed the capture button.

Zack was lying on his back, naked, with a spiky haired, shy looking blonde boy that Vincent was sure his name was Cloud Strife, eagerly bouncing up and down on Zack's hard cock. Meanwhile a brown haired boy that Vincent wasn't familiar with, had Cloud's member in his mouth and had his own hard on shoved in Zacks mouth in a 69er position.

The 'crying' that Vincent had heard earlier was actually moaning and he was pretty sure that Zack was thinking that no one in the whole dorm building would be there, that they would all be at the festival.

The stench of sex hung in the air. The odours of the three teenage boys travelled down the hallway. On the screen of his phone, Vincent could see Cloud's back arching as his bucking slowed and sweat ran down his neck. The blonde boy let out a few sharp gasps as he blew his load all over the brunette's face. A few drops of it spattered on Zack's chest and he grinned through his mouthful of cock.

Cloud got off of Zack's dick and Zack moved swiftly. As the blonde boy settled down to rest on the bed, Zack grabbed the brunette's body and lifted it into position, leaning against the end of the bed. Zack stood behind him, his large, tumescent manhood brushing against the smaller boy's ass. He moved it in between the boy's cheeks and slowly eased his way in. The boy's brown hair fell into his face and he moaned through clenched teeth. Zack got faster and the boy's moaning got louder. The black haired teen started slapping the ass he was riding and the bed was creaking in protest.

"Fuck me... fuck me harder." The words escaped the brunettes tight lips in between his moans of pleasure.

Cloud got up from the bed and reached down for a hastily thrown pair of pants. He stood back up on his tip toes and kissed Zack as he put them on. Zack whispered something in his ear and Cloud smiled to himself.

Vincent thought he had taken enough photos and after he had obtained a short clip of video footage, turned to flee. He accidentally knocked the door slightly and it swung open a little more. Vincent ran back to his room and left Zack there, with a small amount of worry in the many trains of thought flying through his brain at that moment in time.

After Vincent had returned to his room he analysed what he had just witnessed. He checked the data on his phone to make sure it was real and not a figment of his imagination.

"All this time you stirred shit with me Zack and it turns out that you're the real fag." He whispered to himself and turned of the light and lay in bed.

After a few minutes in the dark, he couldn't ignore the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just couldn't shake it.

"Am I sick?" He asked himself sleepily.

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"Congratulations to you all." The lecturer from the start of the year was once again on the stage, but this time it was a speech that was marking the end of the year. For some time Vincent sat there, fidgeting uncomfortably, waiting for the speech to end to see the list of the Turks. It made it even longer, the fact that Zack was ripping pieces of paper from the graduation ceremony program pamphlet and flicking them at the back of Vincent's head.

"It’s been a long long year and you've all worked very hard. Now in my goodbye I leave to you the news you've been waiting for. The 8 positions of the Turks and the 30 positions of SOLDIER have been filled and are displayed in the noticeboard in the hall. In closing I wish you goodbye and good luck."

There was a loud cheer from the students and they all ran around wildly, hugging each other and grinning through their tears. A great number of the students headed for the noticeboard and when Vincent arrived there, there were still people hugging and crying but they were all crowded around the noticeboard and when Vincent tried to move through, the people around sort of parted a way for him. He went straight to the board and a hush fell over the crowd as he read his name at the top of the list for the people chosen as Turks.

His jaw dropped for a split second and then he smiled to himself smugly and walked back. There were teachers waiting on the outside of the group and they all moved in to shake his hand.

"We all knew you'd get in Mr Valentine. We're all very proud of you."

Vincent decided he would make his way through the crowded corridor to go back to his room and he walked past a group of graduates holding their certificates and party invites. They were still hugging each other.

Then the next thing Vincent knew, strong arms enclosed him from behind and pulled him into a hug.


"Congratulations Princess!" Zack whirled him around and smiled to him. Vincent blushed furiously and looked down at Zack's shoes. He couldn't look him in the eyes at all anymore.

Lily came around with a stack of invitations and handed one to Vincent. "Here you go Vincent, you're invited too."

"Thanks, but-" Vincent replied only to be cut off by Zack.

"NO BUTS, you're gonna be there princess."

Vincent looked down at the yellow piece of paper in his hand. FREE ALCOHOL it read. "I don't drink..." He said.

"What? You don't drink? You will... don't worry. ...So are you a virgin too, pretty boy? Wait... don't answer that."

Vincent scowled yet again and pushed Zack away.

"Anyway." Zack said. "Congratulations on getting my position in the Turks, I got 2nd position in SOLDIER so I'm not complaining. I heard we do the man jobs while you girls sit around filing your nails. It's perfect for you princess. Anyway, Seeya tonight." Zack winked and walked away.

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Vincent sat on his bed and let out a deep sigh. He was finished and he was free. He had a strange feeling about the way Zack had treated him that afternoon. Did he know?

Vincent opened his phone and went to the pictures and video of Zack. His thumb hovered over the delete button, but when he heard a knock on the door, he snapped it shut...