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SCARLET NIGHTS

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Final Fantasy. I don't even own my car. Vincent and Scarlet belong to Square-Enix. If Vincent belonged to me, I'd find something better to do with him other than make up stories about him…

This is, basically, a PWP. Don't be hung-up on dumb plot questions, because there is practically no plot to fuss about!! Maybe if I get bored one day, this will eventually grow it's own plot…you never know.

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Damnit! Why can't I shoot her?! This should be easy. Just one pull of the trigger....

Scarlet's hips swayed back and fourth as she went to the huge window located in the Shinra tower. She turned back to him and laughed softly. "You're not going to shot me, don't kid yourself." She smiled. God what a smile. That perfect, flawless skin that led down the arch of her neck, to the lining of her collarbone, and finally, to the soft rounds of her cleavage.

"You...You bitch..." Vincent stood several feet from her, aim set. His hair fell a little ways past his shoulder, and a few loose strands hung in his face. When the permissive blonde inched toward him, he snarled. "Don't come any closer! I'll fire! I'll blow your fucking head off of your neck if you dare to come any closer!" Vincent's gun arm was shaking like crazy. This was not good.

Her soft green eyes locked onto his, as she took a few more steps forward. Her perfect breasts swaying gently were driving him mad, and she knew it. She knew it, and she loved it.

"Vincent..." That smile. Her white teeth seemed to gleam in the florescent light. "You are so readable. Let's be reasonable here. You stormed into MY tower, into MY bedroom, and now you're going to shoot me." She walked behind him, inches away until she pressed her body against his back, whispering into his ear. "Don't you think that's a little...unfair of you..."

Vincent froze. Her voice sent chills up his spine, like a cold breeze. Through his cape, he could feel the rising and falling of her breasts, and it was clouding his vision. He struggled to regain his focus, but he couldn't. It was like she was possessing him, and in the worst possible way. "Get...away..."

Scarlet laughed. "How can you tell me that? Are you always so stubborn..." Her small, delicate hand crept around him and grasped at his lap, kneading the column of flesh.

Vincent gasped at her touch, then closed his eyes. He finally came to his senses just enough to realize that the woman he was here to kill was touching him. He jerked away from her. "Stop..."

Scarlet just chuckled. "You're so big! My my..."

Vincent glared at her with his crimson eyes. He raised his Peacemaker to her once again. He couldn't let her distract him.

Scarlet smiled again, a smile that brought back the chills. In fluid speed, she rushed to him and pressed her hips to his, causing him to black out again. "Vincent, Vincent..." Before he knew what was going on, she slid her hand down the confines of his pants and stroked him.

Vincent gasped as the Peacemaker fell to the floor. Her face was not even a full inch from his. He opened his mouth to protest, but she would just massage deeper, making him close his eyes as his flesh grew hard in her hands.

Pleased with the reaction she had rose from him, she smiled. "You like that don't you? Don't lie...." Her laughter flew up his spine, picking at his mind. She had no right to do this. She had no right in the world to sand before him and rape him...

Scarlet rolled him in her hand, playing with him, cupping his balls on occasion. Her other hand slid under his shirt and teased his nipples, causing the poor vampire's head to fall back, his lips slightly parted. She planted kisses on his exposed abdomen, her lips going lower and lower.

"No!" Vincent said, voice hoarse. "You.....can't....." He was out of breath and speechless as she undid the top two buttons of his pants.

Those eyes looked up to him...Just as a small child's eyes would if you had just told them 'no'. Scarlet released him from the confines of his pants, eves still locked onto his. She stroked his groin some more and was satisfied with the small little noises of protest and pleasure that emerged from him involuntarily. She planted a small kiss on his length, and then fully took him into her mouth, her moist lips wrapped around him like a perfect glove.

A gasp tore from Vincent's throat as he groaned. His self control was slowly being eaten away, and he struggled to calm himself, but ceased. His hands trailed through her hair, urging her to move faster, don't stop. Her mouth glided over him perfectly, her tongue was wild, circling his head. Tiny little moans escaped his throat as he grabbed onto a nearby wall for the support that his legs just couldn't give him anymore.

The blonde woman grasped his hips, allowing her to take him in fully until he reached the back of her throat, and pull him out, all in an amazing sensation. She rolled him in her tongue, grazing his skin ever-so-lightly with her teeth.

Vincent shut his eyes tightly, the intense pleasure clouded his mind to nothingness. Damn....she was so good. He wanted so much to gather the courage to pull himself away and finish the task he came to do, but he couldn't find it within himself.

This is not at all how Vincent had thought his night to go. He had to get her off of him, but she felt so good...

That didn't matter! It shouldn't matter. He had a job to do, and if he didn't do it, God only knows what kind of chaos it will lead to. He had opened his eyes, and he realized that he was now sitting on her bed. How the hell did I get here?

As if reading his thoughts, Scarlet came up and looked at him right in the face, her lipstick only slightly smeared. "I'm magic..." She giggled. Vincent let himself fall back on the silk sheets, and they had felt wonderful. Once her touch was gone, he sat back up. Her back was to him, and she had let down her long, blonde hair. Her hair flowed down her back like spun gold, and ended just at the top of her ass. Vincent had been staring at her for a full two minutes before he realized...

....She was absolutely naked.

Vincent watched her beautiful form, and he throbbed with neglection. She was doing this purposely, trying to drive him insane, and it was working. He watched her stride over to the bed as she lightly pushed on his chest, making him fall back on the gentle silk.

Scarlet eased beside him, and it took everything inside of Vincent not to reach out and touch her. He stared up at the ceiling, trying desperately to ignore the delicate hand creeping up his inner thigh.

Scarlet lay on her side next to him, her mouth whispering into his ear. "Touch me, Vincent. Touch me, please. I know you want to..."

Vincent swallowed, and hard. If he found the strength that he had when he first came in here, he would have shoved her away from him. But God....That body...A body that would make any man writhe in his skin. She was amazing, but he couldn't find out. He had came to kill her, not to fuck her. He sat up, only to be tugged back down.

"Don't try to run away, Vincent. I can see your desire...You don't think I saw how you were watching me just a few minutes ago..." She smirked, and pushed a strand of his hair away from his face. "I won't let you leave, my creature of the night. Not until I have experienced you fully. Inside...and out."

Vincent squirmed, but his energy was drained from her first maneuver. She pressed her naked body against him and kissed the crook of his neck, her hand stroked the inside of his thigh, and the thick length of him. Vincent shut his eyes tightly, as he could feel his self control lowering by the minute, by the second.

"Vincent...I want you. I want you inside of me. I want to feel you so deep within me, I want to make you scream my name in pleasure and in pain. Vincent, you will be mine." Something in her voice urged Vincent to reach out and touch her angelic body, but as much sense as it made, he didn't allow his body to do what he truly wanted to.

She rolled on top of him and held his hands down at his sides, in case he attempted to escape. She rubbed herself on his shaft, letting him feel how wet and warm she was. Vincent's eyes closed even tighter, and his fists clenched. His breath was quickened and unsteady. She kept rubbing her clit on the head of his length, allowing him just enough to make him writhe beneath her, and it worked. Vincent grasped at the bed sheets as tight as he could, but also struggled to keep her effect on him from showing, but he failed miserably.

She had undone the clasps of his cape, and had pulled the black shirt over his head and tossed it to the other side of the long room. Vincent shivered, and not because of his lack of clothes. Scarlet let herself slide over his head, and she moved around, letting him feel the wetness some more. Vincent whined, the ache of his shaft, and the pleasure. He wanted her off of him, but for once, just once, he wanted to be surrounded by her.

Vincent gave a quick jerk upward, but she pulled back, not meeting his thrust. He let out a growl in frustration. Scarlet just smiled.

"Patience, my dark angel, patience." She placed herself at his tip once again.

Vincent's voice was hoarse, and weak. "Are...you...trying to torture me?" His hair sprawled over his chest, and his hands gripped tighter to the sheets. He gritted his teeth, thrusting upward involuntarily, only to have her move away from him once more. His hands tried to rid free from her grasp, but the energy she was draining out of him wouldn't allow him to move with enough force.

He looked up at her, his eyes swarmed over her like a starving man would eye a prime steak. Every inch of her body was nothing less than perfection, and all of the sudden, he had all the energy in the world. He wanted her, and that want was quickly turning into need.

Scarlet's laughter filled his mind. "Yes Vincent...That's it." She rolled back over on her side and watched him.

Vincent's eyes continued to pour over her, like a virgin, seeing a woman figure for the very first time. All he could think about was touching her, holding her, fucking her. No! He was here to kill her....

He reached his hand out and cupped her breast in one of his hands, kissing her lips ferociously. He no longer cared about what he had came here for. He was going to have her, he wanted to be within her, deep in her depths. It was killing him. He positioned himself to hover over her, his breathing came in sharp gasps as he looked down into the softness of her eyes.

Scarlet shoved him off of her. "No no no." She said, like a parent would scold a small child. She pushed him so that he was on his back, and she straddled his waist, her naked opening wet against his shaft. "I get to be on top." She smirked. She rubbed herself on him, inching downward.

Vincent moaned, his eyes closed, then they opened just enough to see her. She had bent down and sucked on one of his exposed nipples through his pulled-up shirt, biting softly at the rounded perfection. His breath was quivering at her warm liquids, and he longed to be buried within her. "Scarlet...p-please..." He urged, but couldn't steady his breath enough to get the words out. He looked up to her, his eyes full of desperation, and longing. He had pleaded her with his eyes.

She let herself cover him completely as his eyes rolled back and closed in pure bliss. Their already perspiring bodies collided with one another, filling her completely, and covering him fully. "Vincent...." She hissed his name. He was huge. He filled her perfectly, from inner wall to inner wall. She squeezed tight around him as he whimpered a little, practically tearing the sheets off of the bed with his hands. She finally let his hands go and they quickly cape up to mold her sweet breasts, until one of his hands slid to where they were joined and rubbed her. Her head went back, and all that beautiful blonde hair fell around the sheets.

She bounced on top of him, his beautiful vampire form. He rolled her over and got on top of her, and this time, she didn't seem to protest. The smooth, slick, warm wetness of her inner walls clenching tightly around his shaft made Vincent cry out as he thrusted into her as hard as she rode him. Each thrust he took, a noise came from her, a noise of pure pleasure. He shoved himself back into her almost violently before pulling almost all the way back out, then forcing himself back in. She gripped his shoulders and dug her manicured nails into his skin, screaming his name as she came. Her warm fluids crashing into him, feeling her shudder violently beneath him triggered his orgasm, his hot seed flowing into her, both of them collapsed on the bed, a tangle of limbs, and a tangle of gold and black hair.

After ten or so minutes, Vincent caught his breath back, and could almost think for himself. He got up off of the bed to go retrieve his clothes. He put the gun back in his shoulder holster, and looked back over to Scarlet, sleeping gracefully in her silk sheets. He walked over to her and tucked her in, kissing her once on the lips as he slipped out the door, licking his fingers from her wondrous juices.

I have the hugest blush right now…Thanks for reading! Email me, or don't. playing_x_with_x_fire@yahoo.com

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Amy