Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Guardian ❯ Chapter 15
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“Guardian”
Chapter 15
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*Disclaimer: The world that this story is set in and all characters therein belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can't get enough of this world and the characters.*
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“The host…likes this one.”
Reeve contemplated Chaos's soft declaration as he led him into his personal quarters and gestured to the bed. Vincent liked him? But he knew that already. The way Chaos had said it, though…the meaning behind it and the softening of the demon's features…was there more to it than simple affection? Doubtlessly, the Turks thought he was mad to invite this creature to his room. Doubtlessly, they were right. Only an insane person would invite a soul-sucking demon to their bedroom. Still, there he stood, calmly offering his bed to Chaos.
“You should rest,” Reeve said as the demon looked at the bed.
Chaos met the engineer's eyes and ran the tip of his tongue over his pale lips. “I don't require rest,” he murmured.
“But your host does,” argued Reeve bravely. “Vincent isn't invincible after all, and by the sound of it you gorged heartily.”
Chaos stared at him for a moment longer, measuring him. When Reeve didn't look away, he smiled slowly. “You're brave, but I don't know if you're clever,” the demon said. “Most mortals would not have the nerve to give me orders.”
“I'm not giving you orders,” Reeve countered in a calm voice. His heart was thundering in his chest but he stood his ground. “I'm simply speaking the truth and offering the things that I know Vincent will need. What good can come of burning up your link to this world, Chaos?”
The demon contemplated him for a moment longer. He shrugged gracefully and approached the bed. “You make an interesting point, engineer.” He sat down on the bed and stretched out, his pale flesh barely concealed in the ragged remains of the costume Vincent had worn.
Reeve's tension faded and he picked up the phone to order some food. There was a knock on his door before he could finish dialing and he hung the phone up to open it. Monkeyshines stood at the threshold, looking up at him accusingly.
“Ah, sorry little friend. I forgot about you.” Reeve picked the mechanical creature up and it curled its fingers into his hair and pressed its nose against his. “Forgive me?”
“What is that…thing?” Chaos inquired with a curious tilt to his head.
“He's my companion,” Reeve explained, “Thanks to you, I didn't need to send him in but he has his uses.”
“I thought you had a cat,” Chaos murmured.
“I left him at home,” Reeve said. “I couldn't take the chance that he'd be recognized. Odd as it sounds, Cait Sith is something of a celebrity, these days.”
Chaos made a sound that could have been a chuckle. “Only you could make a mechanical animal famous, Reeve.” He frowned a moment after saying it, uncomfortable with the all-too-mortal feelings of affection he was having for the handsome engineer. Vincent…it was his fault. The host's emotions bled through the barrier and afflicted him with feelings he shouldn't have. He wondered if Reeve even knew how Vincent felt…or if the two of them had ever explored those feelings and mated.
Reeve noticed the demon's discomfort and he wisely kept quiet. He placed Monkeyshines on the floor and pressed the activation button on his pendant, powering the animal down. With that done, he picked up the phone again and dialed room service. ShinRa inc. was probably the only company in the world that not only had private suites in the building for employees, but twenty-four hour food and drink service.
“Sometimes I think we're spoiled,” Reeve said after he ordered a rare steak dinner for Vincent and hung up the phone. He turned back to the bed and found that Chaos had closed his eyes. It seemed the demon was sleepy from his earlier gorging, which meant Vincent could be returning at any moment. Reeve slowly approached the bed and sat down on the edge of it warily, studying the ethereal features of the demon. It was strange how Chaos resembled Vincent in the face. It was almost like looking at a heroic sized Vincent, with jagged spikes on his head instead of hair. Without realizing he was doing it, Reeve reached out and traced the demon's sculpted features with his fingertips.
Chaos felt the touch and his eyes snapped open to regard Reeve with annoyed curiosity. “What do you think you're doing?”
Reeve hastily pulled his hand away. “I…I thought you looked a bit feverish. I was only checking.” He groaned inwardly at his flimsy excuse.
By the look on his face, Chaos didn't quite believe him. The demon shrugged gracefully and opened his fanged mouth in a yawn. “Your strange antics aren't my concern. I shall sleep again. Farewell, Reeve Tuesti.” He closed his eyes again and just like that, he left. His form shrank back to mortal size, his spikes softened and became flowing black hair and his claws retreated back into his fingertips. Now there was only a beautiful young man lying in the tattered remains of a chauffeur uniform.
Vincent opened his ruby eyes and looked up at Reeve, his expression only a little confused. The events that occurred after he changed into Chaos were like a fuzzy dream to him, so while he didn't suffer a complete memory block, he wasn't certain how much of what he remembered was real. “Was anyone harmed?” Vincent asked softly.
“Only the bad guys,” Reeve answered with a relieved smile. “Everything turned out okay, don't worry. Rufus is back and probably getting pampered as we speak. I've ordered a steak for you and it should be here any minute.”
Vincent looked down at himself and grimaced. Thankfully the remains of his outfit at least covered his groin from view but that was about it. “I was really hoping this wouldn't occur,” the gunman muttered with a sigh.
Reeve chuckled, trying not to stare at the creamy flesh that was exposed to view. He helped his friend sit up and he pulled the covers back for him to slide under. “There, that should do until you're feeling recovered enough to get back into your regular clothes.”
“Thank you,” Vincent murmured. A pink bloom was spreading over his cheekbones and Reeve stared in fascination. There was a knock on the door and the engineer shook himself out of it and got up to answer it. He returned a moment later, wheeling in a bed tray with a covered plate and a glass of tea on it.
“I hope this is all right,” the WRO director said as he pushed the tray to the bed and positioned it for his friend. “I seem to recall that red meat helps you the most. I had them cook it rare.”
Vincent was embarrassed. Reeve was always so considerate towards him and he thought Rufus wasn't the only one in the building getting pampered tonight. “Thank you, Reeve,” the gunman said sincerely. He couldn't control his blush and he averted his eyes as the other man took the lid off of the plate and unrolled the silverware from the napkin.
“Don't look so uncomfortable,” Reeve smiled, guessing that Vincent's blush wasn't because of his tattered clothes, this time. “You've saved my ass so many times I've lost count. I don't think my treating you to a steak dinner once in a while is going to tip the scales.”
Vincent shrugged and began to cut his steak. “I suppose not.” The meat was cooked just right and blood pooled beneath it as he cubed it into bite-sized pieces. “Aren't you going to eat anything?”
“I will after I settle down,” Reeve answered. “I never eat after an adventure anymore. My stomach doesn't like it.”
Vincent smiled faintly and glanced at him as he speared a bite on his fork and brought it to his lips. He studied the engineer silently as he chewed and swallowed, admiring Reeve's good looks without even realizing he was doing it. Truthfully, Vincent had never thought about relations with another man. He'd never even thought about relations with a woman, after Lucrecia. Romance was simply a thing that didn't cross his mind because he couldn't imagine anyone wanting someone like him. In his naiveté, he thought he was just admiring a handsome man as one admires a painting—he was so out of touch with his own needs.
“I'll let you eat,” Reeve said as he turned to walk toward the door. “I've just got to drop off some paperwork downstairs and I'll be back.” It was a flat-out lie, but he needed a moment away from Vincent to gather his thoughts. Watching the gunman's white teeth bite into the meat and his throat working as he swallowed was far too fascinating to Reeve. He opened the door to exit the suit, only to find himself face-to-face with Cloud Strife. The blonde had one hand raised and curled into a fist, poised to knock on the door.
“Good timing,” Cloud said as he lowered his hand and took a step back. “I was just dropping by to see how Vincent's doing.”
Reeve closed the door behind him and leaned against it. “He's back and he's eating right now,” he answered. “I had a steak brought up so he can get some protein in his system.”
Cloud's blue eyes were uncommonly sly as they held his. “Uh-huh. You going to give him a bath too?”
Reeve's brows drew together in a frown. “Why would I…what exactly are you implying, Cloud?”
The young fighter rolled his eyes and shook his head. “God, you two are even worse than Reno and I were.”
Reeve flushed, catching on to where this conversation was going. Still, he played dumb and gave his friend a blank look.
Cloud laughed. “For Shiva's sake, just go for it!”
Reeve cast a quick look around to be sure there was nobody else in the hallway to hear the blonde's exclamation. “Look, I hardly think I'm his type,” he hissed.
“Would you have thought Reno was my type?” countered the blonde, his pale brows raised.
“Well, no,” Reeve admitted with a frown, “but Reno's a lot easier to read than Vincent. I have no way of telling if he'd be open to the idea of being with another man or not.”
“You're afraid of getting shot down,” Cloud guessed. He sighed and glanced at the door behind his friend. “Look, you'll never know if you don't make a move and from where I'm standing, it looks like you've got a shot. If I'm wrong you can kick my ass later but I don't think I am.”
Reeve's pulse quickened and he lowered his eyes. Cloud thought he had a chance? What did he see that Reeve had missed? “Are you sure about this?” he asked, no longer denying how much he wanted Vincent.
Cloud nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. His sapphire eyes were earnest as he regarded the engineer. “The way you two's eyes latched onto each other as soon as he showed up, I'm pretty damned sure. Maybe you fooled yourself into thinking differently, but I saw him looking at you the way a dehydrated person looks at a tall glass of water. Sometimes it takes outside observations, I guess. I'm not the only one that's noticed it, either.”
Reeve absorbed this and he swallowed. He began to visualize it happening and suddenly he knew beyond a doubt that tonight was going to be the night he'd find out if his feelings were shared. “Shit, I'm nervous,” he whispered as his palms began to sweat. “I thought I was too old to get wound up like this.”
Cloud grinned and patted him on the arm. “You'll be fine. Just be yourself…that's what Vincent likes about you anyhow.”
Reeve nodded jerkily and took a deep breath. “Wish me luck, kid.”
Cloud shrugged. “I don't think you need it, but what the hell…good luck.”
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Vincent had already finished his steak and the side vegetables when Reeve came back into the room. The gunman had moved the tray to stand against the wall and he was reclining in the bed with heavy-lidded, sleepy eyes. He seemed to perk up a little when he saw his friend approaching and he gave Reeve one of his rare, quiet smiles.
“How was it?” Reeve asked as he approached the bed.
“It was very good, thank you. I feel much better now.”
Reeve nodded and swallowed. “May I?” he asked as he began to sit down on the bed beside his friend. Vincent nodded and scooted over. Reeve took his loafers off and sank onto the bed, facing the gunman. He opened his mouth and struggled to find the words to tell him how he felt.
“Something's troubling you,” Vincent murmured, his crimson eyes studying the engineer with concern. “What is it?”
“I don't want you going back in that coffin,” Reeve blurted. He blinked. Well, that was a start and he really didn't want his friend hibernating again. “You told me once that you're control over your demons is always weakest after you've slept for a long time. There's no need for it anymore, Vincent.”
Vincent stared at him in surprise. “Where would you suggest I go? Sleeping is…a sanctuary for me, Reeve. You know this.”
“You don't need to sleep,” Reeve argued. “You need company. You need companionship.” He took a deep breath and slowly reached out, daring to touch the gunman's beautiful, marbled features. “Come and stay with me. Just try it for a while and if you don't like it, I'll let you hole up in your moldy mansion again without complaint.”
Vincent's eyes closed of their own accord in response to the feel of Reeve's calloused fingers caressing his face. “You want me to come and live with you?”
“That's right,” Reeve said softly. Vincent's eyes opened again and stared into his. He held the ruby gaze and moistened his lips with his tongue. “Vincent, I…that is, you've…oh hell, I'll just have to show you.”
Vincent's eyes widened as Reeve closed the distance between their faces. He sat frozen; his brain refusing to process what was happening as the other man's lips met his. Reeve's fingers slid into Vincent's hair and his mouth moved against his tenderly, the lips coaxing and warm and soft. His facial hair tickled Vincent's skin and his breath was a caress against his face. Vincent closed his eyes and parted his lips, returning the kiss with hesitant, inexperienced desire.
When he felt his companion respond, Reeve choked back a groan and deepened the kiss. Vincent's kiss felt uncertain but there was real feeling in it and for all his seeming inexperience, it was the best kiss Reeve had ever had. The engineer gently brushed his tongue over the pale lips that he worshipped, stroking between them and asking for access. They parted for him and he explored the warm, moist recesses of Vincent's mouth. The gunman's tongue met his and returned the caress and Reeve was shocked to near stillness when he heard Vincent moan softly into his mouth.
The desire to pull off what was left of Vincent's clothes and explore his pale body was powerful, but Reeve didn't want to move too quickly and spook him. Vincent was such a private person, unused to human contact…especially of this sort. Reeve knew it was wiser to test the waters and take it one step at a time than to just jump him and go to town. He dragged his hand out of Vincent's silken, black hair and stroked his back, pulling him more tightly against him. He felt scars on the skin and he traced them gently, wishing he could erase them. He felt Vincent's golden claw slide over his shoulder and he winced as the tips suddenly dug in.
Vincent immediately broke the kiss and released the engineer's shoulder. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, averting his eyes. “I didn't mean to do that.”
Reeve cupped the gunman's chin with his free hand and shook his head, leaning in to resume kissing him. Vincent's eyes closed again and he sighed against his mouth, responding to the kiss much faster than before. His human hand cupped the back of Reeve's head, the fingers sliding through his brown hair and massaging his scalp. Reeve's desire flared and he eased the other man onto his back and slowly pulled the covers down. Vincent tensed a little but didn't try to stop him as he traced the lines of his chest muscles with his fingers. Reeve slipped his mouth away from Vincent's and moved on to kiss the hollow of his throat as he carefully explored his body with his hands.
“I want you,” Reeve murmured unnecessarily against the silken skin that he kissed. He traced the slashing scars over the gunman's torso and rubbed one of his nipples to hardness, drawing a shiver and a gasp from him. He pushed a thigh between Vincent's legs and he felt the evidence that the other man wanted him too. He rubbed against the bulge he found, touching without touching. Vincent's human hand clutched at his back and the gunman's hips lifted to grind his erection against Reeve's thigh.
“Reeve, I…I,” Vincent struggled for words as the other man's touch and kisses made him dizzy. The pressure in his swelling groin was both frustrating and delicious, and poor Vincent hadn't been with anyone for so long that he didn't know how to react to it. Reeve's mouth covered his again and his tongue thrust between his lips with more aggression than before. Vincent moaned softly and let it dominate his mouth as he held Reeve tighter and instinctively rubbed against him.
“We'll only go as far as you want,” Reeve panted against Vincent's lips. He pressed another open-mouthed kiss on them and fondled his other nipple to hardness. He broke the kiss again to look into the other man's dazed, ruby eyes. “Vincent, I don't want to push you. Tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Honestly, Reeve's skills hadn't allowed him time to feel nervous or uncomfortable…only confused and hungry for something he could barely understand. He slid his hand back up to cup the back of the engineer's head and draw his mouth back down to his. Reeve obliged eagerly, giving Vincent another one of those deep, drugging kisses. The gunman felt his companion's hand sliding down to his belly and he trembled as the fingers worked at the button of what remained of his pants. It popped open and Vincent felt the zipper getting tugged down next.
He briefly thought of stopping Reeve then, but the engineer's hand burrowed into the opening and curled around his throbbing length. Vincent's breath left his lips in a rush and he stared up at Reeve with bewildered pleasure as the man's strong, work-roughened hand began to stroke him.
“Is this okay?” Reeve whispered, studying his companion's expression as he gently massaged his cock.
Vincent nodded and drew a shaken breath, his eyes losing focus. Reeve kissed him tenderly, clamping down on his lust so that he wouldn't move too fast. The gunman said his name in an unsteady gasp and Reeve murmured encouragement to him. Vincent's claw grasped the material of the front of Reeve's shirt and tugged. There was a ripping sound as the garment was pulled open and buttons flew off. Vincent flushed and looked at Reeve apologetically, but the director only smiled at him and kissed him again.
Emboldened by the other man's encouragement, Vincent finished pulling Reeve's shirt open and he reached in with his human hand to caress his exposed chest. It was toned and dusted with dark hair, which Vincent found very appealing. He ran his hand over the pectorals and copied Reeve's earlier action, fondling the nipples until they pebbled under his fingertips. Reeve murmured his name huskily and stroked his cock more firmly, making Vincent shiver and gasp.
He wanted more. He wondered if this burning hunger he felt was anything like what Chaos experienced when he needed to feed. Vincent's lips feverishly sought out Reeve's and he slid his hand lower, stroking the taut abdomen and tracing the trail of hair beneath the navel. He undid Reeve's pants and looked up at him with desire and uncertainty. Reeve kissed him again and paused in his stroking to guide his hand. With his guidance, Vincent eased the director's rigid sex out of his pants and squeezed it gently, moving his hand up and down the warm, silken length with fascination. He flushed and licked his lips. He never would have dreamt of touching another man this way and he was surprised at how wonderful it felt.
Reeve groaned softly in pleasure and resumed his stroking of Vincent's poised cock. He kissed him again and their tongues fenced and caressed as they pleasured one another. Too much more of this and he feared he would lose his control and come in Vincent's hand, but considering that he didn't know yet how the gunman would react to anal penetration, that might not be such a bad thing. He decided it was time to move on and explore his companion's reactions further, but before he did that, he needed to get some protection—which he of course didn't have since the last thing he'd expected to be doing tonight was this.
“Oh, damn.” Reeve dropped his sweating forehead to Vincent's chest and groaned softly.
“Is something the matter?” Vincent asked breathlessly, mistaking the groan as a sign that he wasn't touching him right.
“I need to make a quick run downstairs to the general store,” Reeve explained regretfully, pulling back to gaze into Vincent's passion-fogged eyes. “Just to be on the safe side.” He knew he was clean and he couldn't imagine Vincent having any diseases, considering how virginal he was acting. Still, they'd at least need some lubricant if things progressed much further.
“You want to go and get something now?” There was a definite note of frustration in Vincent's voice and it was so unusual that it made Reeve smile.
“I'm sorry, but if we're going to keep doing this it's rather important. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back.” He kissed him deeply again before levering his body off of him and tucking his aching cock back into his pants. While Vincent watched with a confused expression, Reeve went to his suitcase and selected another shirt to put on. He didn't mind that the one he was wearing was ruined but he didn't want to go down wearing it, either. It would be rather obvious to anyone he ran into what the two of them were up to if he went down there in a ripped-open shirt.
“I don't understand,” Vincent said plainly as Reeve buttoned up his fresh shirt and gave him an apologetic look.
“You will,” Reeve promised. “Just relax and wait for me, okay?”
Vincent glanced down at his exposed, flushed cock and his face heated. “I seem to have little choice.”
Reeve smiled and hurried out the door. He jogged down the hallway to the elevator and selected one of the lower floors, tapping his foot impatiently. It then occurred to him that he'd neglected to put on shoes. There he was, dressed like a proper gentleman with only socks on his feet.
“Screw it,” he shrugged. There weren't going to be many people up and about the building in the evening, anyhow. Most of the employees had already gone home or were working late in their offices. He was out the elevator doors as soon as they opened and he damn near fell on his ass as his socked feet slipped on the polished floor of the lobby. Flushing with embarrassment as a security guard gave him a curious look, the WRO director briskly walked to the glass doors leading into the company general store. There were a couple of other people inside browsing the isles, but he avoided them and went straight for the personal hygiene racks. He quickly selected a box of condoms and a tube of water based lubricant, then took the items to the checkout desk.
The cashier didn't seem to notice that he was shoe-less and Reeve thought he might get through this without any serious embarrassment.
“Getting lucky tonight, are ya?”
Reeve squeezed his eyes shut and groaned softly as he turned to face Reno, who had snuck up behind him at the checkout line and was grinning slyly. “I like to keep them in supply,” he said in what he hoped was a casual tone.
Reno looked down at the black socks on the executive's feet and his grin became wider. “Ain't you the responsible one? It's funny, I never thought just `keeping them in supply' was such serious business. Ya seem to be in an awful hurry for someone that's just refilling his stock, man.”
“Is there something you want?” Reeve grumbled, giving up on his attempts to deny what was going on.
“Same thing as you, I imagine,” Reno said with a wink. He held up the condoms and lube he'd selected and waited for the cashier to finish bagging Reeve's items. “Just tell me one thing—”
“It's not Chaos,” Reeve said immediately, guessing by the look on the redhead's face what he was going to ask. “Vincent's back to normal now.”
Reno chuckled. “Oh, good. `Cause I was gonna say, you could put yourself in the hospital with that shit, yo.”
Reeve sighed and shook his head, reaching for his wallet to pay for his goods. He frowned and patted his pockets. It wasn't in there. It must have slipped out of his pants while he and Vincent were…exploring each other. Reno noticed the disconcerted expression on his face and he guessed what the problem was by the frantic way the engineer was searching his pockets.
“Don't worry about it man, I've gotcha covered.” Reno pulled out his newly activated credit card and handed it over to the cashier. “Put it all together.”
“Thanks,” Reeve murmured.
“No problem. I'd hate to think of what Vinnie could do if he got too frustrated, yo.” Reno chuckled at Reeve's expense as the older man's face flooded with color again.
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When Reeve returned to his suit, Vincent was under the covers again and leafing through the tech magazine Reeve had left on the nightstand. He looked up at the engineer and his pale features wore a mixture of relief and anxiety. He put the magazine aside and scooted over to give his friend room as Reeve approached the bed. He regarded the brown paper sack in the other man's hand warily, his ruby eyes curious.
“So what was so important that you couldn't wait to get it?” Vincent asked softly.
Reeve opened the bag and took out the condoms and lube, setting them on the nightstand closest to him. “Protection,” he explained. His brown eyes were warm and admiring on the raven-haired gunman as he stretched out beside him on the bed.
“We're…going to use those?” Vincent inquired with a frowning look at the items. He knew what they were, of course. He just hadn't been thinking of them because it didn't occur to him until now that they might have intercourse.
“Only if we need to,” Reeve assured him gently. “Vincent, I meant what I said before. We're only going as far as you want to. I'm patient and I can wait if I have to. Hell, I've waited this long to finally kiss you. I only wanted to be prepared—”
His sentence was abruptly cut off as Vincent slid his human hand into his hair and kissed him hard. Reeve was delightfully surprised and he groaned into the other man's mouth and kissed him back, his arms going around him to hold him close. Vincent's shyness seemed to have been a temporary thing…perhaps only lasting as long as it took for him to adjust to the experience. Reeve knew it wasn't completely gone when he reached around to the front and skimmed his hand down to the gunman's navel. Vincent's stomach tensed instinctively and he trembled as Reeve's questing fingers stroked the patch of black hair between his thighs. Reeve slowed down, gripping Vincent's cock gently and stroking it with tender care.
The tension faded a bit from Vincent's body and his breath quickened. His thighs parted and he began to work on getting Reeve undressed again, taking more care this time not to use his claw and destroy another of his shirts. Reeve helped him, using his free hand to work the buttons on his shirt while Vincent pulled it open. The gunman's mouth left his and began to kiss his neck experimentally. Reeve sighed with pleasure as Vincent's silken lips caressed his throat. He arched his neck and closed his eyes, letting the feel of the other man's mouth and touch consume him.
They alternated between kissing and necking, their hands eagerly stroking, massaging and fondling. By the time Reeve's pants were tugged down over his hips he thought he was going to explode with need. He wriggled out of the garment and tugged his socks off, dropping them on the floor carelessly. Vincent yanked his underwear down before he could catch his balance and the engineer almost fell on his face. Reeve chuckled as he righted himself and he stretched out on top of Vincent, allowing the other man to finish pulling his boxers down.
“You don't waste time when you've made up your mind about something,” Reeve murmured between kisses. He rubbed the tender slit at the tip of Vincent's cock and the gunman shuddered and gasped. A slick drop of precum emerged and Reeve smeared it over the glans, looking down at his companion's flushed face as he did so. Vincent's teeth worried his lower lip and he moaned faintly.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” Reeve whispered.
Vincent's eyes opened to regard him, his expression doubtful. Reeve kissed his parted lips again and murmured, “You are. I know you don't think so, but it's true.” Unable to resist temptation, Reeve kissed his way down the other man's body, licking and sucking at his neck, chest and stomach until his mouth was brushing against the skin beneath his navel. He felt Vincent growing tense again and he stroked his outer thighs slowly, urging him wordlessly to relax.
Vincent did his best to stay calm as he felt Reeve's breath stir his pubic hair. He knew instinctively what the other man's intentions were and he was mortified when his cock twitched eagerly. When he felt Reeve's lips slide over the head of the organ he grabbed fistfuls of sheet, not caring that his claw shredded them. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, panting softly as his swollen length was drawn into the slick heat of Reeve's mouth. The other man's tongue stroked against the rigid flesh as he sucked and Vincent tossed his head and tried to contain the moans that were trying to surface in his throat. He found it to be an impossible task as Reeve began to take him in and out of his mouth rhythmically.
“R-Reeve,” Vincent groaned raggedly, his voice sounding savage with pleasure to his own ears. His companion didn't pause in his ministrations; instead he stroked Vincent's trembling thighs encouragingly, trying to keep him calm. Vincent couldn't remember ever feeling anything so wonderful before and his vision blurred from the ecstasy of it. He broke into a sweat and began to move his hips helplessly. Reeve's tongue flicked firmly against his urethra and the gunman cried out and arched his back. The jolt of sensation was so abrupt and unexpected that he couldn't stop his sharp cry from escaping. He was so consumed with the pleasure that he didn't even notice Reeve's hands leaving his thighs and reaching for the nearby lubricant.
When Vincent felt a slick finger probe gently at his ring, he went still and looked down at his companion. The motions of Reeve's sucking mouth distracted him again and his head fell back weakly against the pillows. Suddenly he was breached, but Reeve did it so smoothly that there was barely any discomfort. It felt odd but not painful as the engineer's finger slowly pushed into Vincent's virgin entrance. It withdrew to the tip and then slid inside again, curling slightly.
Vincent experienced another surprising shock when the seeking digit found and rubbed his prostate. His eyes popped open wide and he tried to sit up, his hips snapping upward as if snagged with invisible puppet strings. “Unnh! REEVE,” Vincent blurted in alarm. It happened again and he shredded more of the bedding. His eyes rolled and he panted hard and fast as the other man massaged the spot and continued sucking him off. A second finger joined the first inside of him and they worked together to stimulate the gland. His body began to shake and he realized what was about to happen as his balls began to draw up closer to his body.
“Y-you're going to…it's about to…” Vincent gasped in warning, trying to find the words to explain what was happening. Reeve either didn't care or didn't understand the warning. He kept going and if anything, he sucked harder. Vincent clenched his jaw and shut his eyes as he climaxed. He felt Reeve swallowing as his seed spurted down the engineer's throat and he laid back and moaned.
When it was finished, Reeve released his sated cock from his mouth and got into a kneeling position between Vincent's pale, parted thighs. He reached out for the condoms and got one out of the box, admiring his gasping companion's naked, sweating form as he rolled one onto his erection. He had to give Vincent the chance to back out if he wanted to, as painful as the thought was.
“Do you want me to stop?” Reeve murmured, pausing in his action of flipping open the lid on the tube of lubricant.
Vincent gazed up at him through a tangle of black hair that had fallen over his face like silken webbing. He brushed the strands aside and shook his head, licking his lips and swallowing. “Don't stop.”
~I want to give to you willingly what my demons take by force. My body is yours tonight, Reeve.~
He didn't say it out loud but Reeve heard it, all the same. It was in his ruby eyes as he stared up at him with trust that no other living being on Gaia had earned. Reeve held his eyes as he lubed himself up, understanding the gift he was about to get. When Vincent was more comfortable with intimacy, perhaps he could return the favor. He used a generous amount of lube, figuring too much was better than too little. Once he was ready, he smeared yet more lube over Vincent's entrance, murmuring softly to him as he did so.
Vincent allowed Reeve to lift his legs and prop them on his shoulders. He relaxed as much as his eager nervousness would allow as the other man bowed over him and kissed him. He felt the head of Reeve's cock pressing against his ring and he exhaled slowly and kept his claw hand gripping the sheets, so that he wouldn't accidentally grab his companion with it and cut his flesh. Reeve pressed forward and Vincent grunted softly as he began to penetrate him. The engineer paused for a moment and pressed several kisses against Vincent's mouth, face and neck.
“The discomfort won't last long,” Reeve promised huskily as he tenderly invaded again. Vincent tensed and his human hand gripped the other man's shoulder. Reeve kept driving himself deeper, hating to cause any pain but knowing that once he was completely in, it would go easier. Vincent panted against his mouth but he made no complaints. When he was in to the hilt, Reeve felt the gunman begin to relax. He held still for a couple of moments and kissed him sensually, letting his body adjust to the breach.
“How is it now?” Reeve asked, pulling away to look at Vincent's expression. He smiled. The gunman was staring up at him with a look of faint wonder on his sculpted features. “I trust it feels better?”
Vincent nodded hesitantly and ran his fingers through the other man's thick, chestnut hair. Reeve withdrew and thrust gently again, provoking a gasp and a moan from Vincent. He repeated the motion and whispered the gunman's name in a shaking voice, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of his companion and reveled in the feel of his body gripping him so tightly. He started to rock against Vincent…slowly at first to give him the opportunity to get used to it. The gunman's breath caught with each thrust and when he moaned his name, Reeve began to put more force behind his motions.
Vincent felt his groin stirring again as Reeve made love to him. The engineer's thrusting cock pressed against that spot inside of him each time he drove it in, making sparks of sensation burst inside. Vincent looked up at his tense, passionate features and marveled at what was happening. It had been ages since he'd last been with anyone and he couldn't recall ever feeling so…connected to his partner before. He didn't know if it was different because it was a man now or if it was simply due to the bond he shared with Reeve. He didn't realize how strong that bond was, until this moment. He hissed as the other man's hips bucked sharply, driving the rigid organ deep and hard. Vincent's cock steadily swelled and bounced against his stomach as Reeve took him.
“God, you feel so good,” Reeve groaned, his lips seeking Vincent's throat. The gunman arched his neck to give him access and he nibbled the skin, panting against it heavily. Vincent's lean torso was heaving with his panting breath, the pink nipples erect and inviting. Reeve dragged his mouth down and sucked one of the taut buds between his lips, flicking his tongue over it. Vincent's body arched against him and his human hand grabbed him on the ass, squeezing the left cheek desperately.
“Fuck, I'm going to come again,” Vincent growled roughly.
Reeve almost stopped with surprise at the burst of vulgar language. His ego swelled because he knew that Vincent only resorted to such strong language in very intense situations. The expression on the raven-haired man's face bordered on pain, hinting that it was going to be a hell of an orgasm. Reeve kept his rhythm steady, knowing that if he changed it now he might ruin the moment. Vincent began to moan steadily and his pelvis undulated beneath Reeve's as he came closer and closer to his climax. Reeve kissed him hard and muffled his moans as he smoothly held his rhythm. Vincent's hand squeezed his ass almost painfully as the gunman found his release. Reeve smiled against his companion's gasping mouth as he felt the warm spurt of his cum against his stomach. Vincent shuddered in his arms and pressed his lips against his throat, groaning his name.
Once Vincent's orgasm finished, Reeve let himself go. He curled his fingers into the other man's sweat-dampened hair and began to buck into him hard and fast. Vincent clenched his teeth and panted, his ruby eyes glossy with pleasure. Reeve knew he couldn't last much longer and he moaned a curse and buried his face in Vincent's hair. He pumped his hips forcefully, driving his aching flesh deep with each thrust. It finally got to be too much for him and Reeve cried out in a ragged voice and gave one last, hard shove. He stared down at Vincent as he came inside of him.
“I'm so damned in love with you,” Reeve gasped. He bucked inside of the gunman for nearly a minute, his features tense with rapture. Vincent stared back at him, surprised by the revelation and even more surprised to realize he felt the same way. When Reeve was spent, he collapsed on top of Vincent and laid his head on his heaving chest. Vincent's claw hand gently stroked his hair, the sharp points making his scalp tingle pleasantly. The gunman's human hand was rubbing his back in slow circles. Reeve felt the silken lips nuzzle his forehead and he smiled, closing his eyes.
“I'm really not normally the guy that does his business and goes right to sleep,” Reeve insisted after he yawned.
“You've had a very busy day,” Vincent excused softly. “and our encounter was…intense.”
“The most intense I've ever had,” Reeve agreed with a sigh. He kissed Vincent's smooth chest and ran his hands over his ribs. “I should at least get cleaned up.” His softening member was still sheathed inside of the other man and as great as it felt, he imagined Vincent might grow tired of it.
“Just rest,” Vincent murmured. “We can bathe in the morning.”
His stroking hands felt good and Reeve's eyes drifted shut before he knew it. The WRO director fell into an easy, deep sleep on top of his new lover, who continued to stroke him contentedly until he too fell asleep.
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-To be continued