Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Scars left by Time ❯ Scars Left by Time ( Chapter 1 )

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

Author's Notes: I was bored tonight and in the mood to write a bad yaoi lemon. This is what came out of that urge. It's sad. It's stupid. It's wrong. But, hey, it's just for fun. Accept it. Oh, and your questions, comments, and whatnot are more than welcome.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square. I know that Valentine and Cid aren't really gay, but, for this fic, they are. Thanks. Please pull forward to the second window.

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Good'n' Evil
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Vincent, his mind still swimming with all that had been revealed, trudges up the crimson carpeted stairs in order to go to bed. Black Materia and Ancients and Cetra and the Promised Land and Sephiroth. It all seems so much. He almost wishes that Cloud and the others had left him to his ageless sleep.

Pushing these thoughts aside, he steps into his room and glances about. He smiles. It seems like Cid had decided to find the bar for some post-meeting tea. Oh well, that means he'll actually have some quiet tonight. After stripping out of his clothes, Vincent crawls into bed and pulls the covers up to his chin.

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"What do you mean I can't have another goddam cup of goddam tea?" Cid roars. "I want my damn tea!"

"Sorry, sir." The man behind the bar sighs. "We're closing. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

"Goddam freak." Cid mumbles as he rather unsteadily gets to his feet. "What wrong with wanting a cup of goddam tea? There's nothing wrong with tea. It's good for you."

"Not when you have it liberally mixed with brandy." The barkeep mutters under his breath. Cid, either not hearing this or ignoring it, trudges out of the bar and up to the room he's sharing with Valentine. Upon entering, he smirks at the lump under the covers and shakes his head.

"For a guy that looks a lot like a vampire, he sure doesn't have much a head for the nightlife." The blond chuckles and begins to shuck his clothing. "It's sad really."

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Vincent, back to his purely human form, sinks into the softness of a chair and smiles gently at the beautiful woman before him. Lucretia. His beautiful Lucretia. She returns his smile softly and drops to her knees before him.

It had been resolved. It had all been resolved. Hojo had been killed, but not by his hand. Lucretia had decided that she really loves him with all her heart. They had run away from Shinra and everything else. They had come to Costa de Sol in order to be alone, together.

"I love you, Vincent." She whispers, her cheek laying against his inner thigh. Reaching up, she tickles her hand across his chest and stomach. "I've always loved you."

He moans softly as her soft hand closes around the engorged length of his penis. After a moment, she begins to stroke it slowly but earnestly. Unable to believe this is really happening, Valentine lets his head loll back against the soft chair and closes his eyes. Sweet and strong sensations sweep through his body, causing him to shiver slightly everytime her hands pass over the knob of his head.

"I wanted this so much." She whispers, her breath lightly tickling and exciting him further. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."

So saying, she envelops him in the humid warmth of her mouth and gently runs her tongue over the length of him. Her hand, meanwhile, drops low and begins to lightly squeeze and massage his balls. Vincent groans thickly and twines his hands in the thick darkness of her hair. It isn't long at all till he feels every muscle in his body clinch in delicious pleasure before releasing in a glorious climax.

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Valentine, waking up to something sticky and wet splashing across his stomach and chest, at first thinks that he merely had a wet dream. This idea is foiled, though, when he notices a face hovering just over his own.

"Hunh?" He blinks up at the face, at first unable to place the features. Upon realizing that it is Cid, he blushes deeply and gives the blond pilot an inquisitive look.

"Took ya long enough, you damn freak." Cid mutters, grinning down at the dark-haired lad. "I was wondering how long it'd take you to wake up."

"C-Cid?" Vincent stammers, unable to understand the man's actions. "Why?"

"Why?" The pilot sneers. "Why? Do I have to have a goddam reason for everything I do? How boring that'd be."

Vincent is about to open his mouth in order to ask another question when Cid shuts it with a kiss. At first, Vincent merely accepts this gesture, but it isn't long until he opens his mouth to the pilot's eager tongue. The kiss broken, Cid once more grins at the ex-Turk.

"Hey, you're a virgin aren't ya?" He asks after a short pause. Vincent merely blushes and turns his face aside. "Oh, come on." Cid chuckles and uses a gentle hand to turn the man's face forward. He kisses him lightly again before resuming. "I'm just asking out of curiosity."

"Well..." The ex-Turk pauses for quite awhile before slowly nodding. "It's true. I am."

"Good." Cid grins and, pressing his lips to those of the dark-haired man, once more wraps his hand around Vincent's manhood. He begins to stroke slowly, teasingly. Breaking the kiss, Valentine blushes and glances up at the man.

"Wh-why do you say it's good?" Vincent gasps. "I-I don't understand."

"I said it was good." The pilot answers slowly as his hand trails teasingly down the ex-Turk's thin body and over his hardening member. Upon coming to his puckered anus, he pauses. "Because it means that I'll be your first."

"M-my first?" Valentine whispers. He gasps slightly as Cid thrusts a finger into him and grimaces as a wave of pain rushes up through his body. Seeing this, the pilot leans forward and gently kisses the man.

"Don't worry, Vincent." He grins, gently moving the finger in and out of the lad. "I won't hurt you anymore than necessary."

"N-no!" The ex-Turk rapidly shakes his head and smiles wanly at the pilot. "I-it doesn't hurt that badly."

Even as he speaks, Valentine notices the sharp pain slowly melting into pulsing pleasure. With every stroke of his finger, the shivering sensation seems to grow and grow and grow....

Cid, seeing that the man is no longer in pain, slowly withdraws his finger. Vincent whimpers faintly at this and, at once, opens his eyes. The pilot returns his pleading glance with a spreading grin.

"If you thought that felt good.." Cid grins and presses his lips to those of his lover as he presses the tip of his member to the entrance to the boy's body. "..wait till you feel this."

Resuming the kiss, Cid thrusts forward carefully, so that his entrance is slow and as painless as possible. He notices the dark-haired lad shivering beneath him once he is fully inside and so he grins faintly. Kissing Valentine's cheek, he glances down at the lad.

"Does it feel alright?"

Vincent, his cheeks aflame with color, nods mutely and wraps his arms about the pilot's neck. Cid, taking this as permission, begins to slowly draw his length out of the boy then slowly press it back inside. With one hand, he teases the darker boy's nipples and, with the other, he gently strokes his hardening penis. They continue like this for quite awhile before Valentine's body begins to tense with its approaching orgasm. Feeling this, Cid continues to pick up his pace with both his thrusting and his stroking.

Valentine, overwhelmed with pleasure, presses his head back into the softness of the pillows. As his pleasure builds to a head, he moans thickly and thrusts his hips forward. As he feels the pilot release a sticky stream into him, he releases a fount of his own that splashes over his already stained chest.

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Upon waking the following morning, Valentine blinks to see no trace of his roommate. Deciding that he must have already gone down to meet with the others, the ex-Turk hurries through his shower and dressing then runs downstairs. There, he finds the group standing around and discussing where to go next.

Upon joining the group, he glances sidelong at Cid, but notices that the pilot doesn't seem interested. Sighing, Valentine leans against the wall and bows his head.