Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Inner Beast ❯ Chapter 1

“The inner beast”

~*Part of the “Pass the Cloud” project*~

 

*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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Something was wrong with Vincent. He'd always been withdrawn but sometime after defeating Omega, he became even more solitary than usual. At first when he'd come back from Lucrecia's cave, he'd seemed lighter. He even cracked a smile now and then. For some reason he did a 180 after a few months. Cloud noticed how rarely anyone saw the dark gunman these days but it was Reeve that inspired him to get to the bottom of it. The director called him one day and told him that the last time he saw Vincent, he was heading for the ShinRa mansion in Nibelheim. Ever since, there had been reports of chilling howling coming from somewhere inside.

 

“Guess I'm going back to my hometown, then,” Cloud sighed as he hung up with Reeve. It was always hard for him to visit the remote little town because of the memories, but it made since that if Vincent was looking for some kind of retreat, he'd pick the very same place Cloud and his friends had first found him.

 

~I hope he's not thinking about sealing himself up in that coffin again. What the hell happened? I thought he'd finally gotten some closure?~

 

More concerned with his friend than his own melancholy feelings about his hometown, Cloud packed up Fenrir and told Tifa and the kids he'd call to let them know when he could be expected back. He didn't know what he'd find or how long it would take to resolve the issue so he couldn't really plan a schedule. Tifa didn't ask to go with him when he explained what was happening. She cared about Vincent too but of the group only Reeve, Yuffie and Cloud seemed to have an understanding of the man and one of those three were the most likely to be of help to him. She told Cloud to give him her love and asked him to be careful.

 

The closer he got to Nibelheim, the darker and more foreboding the skies became. When he was close enough to see the mountains he noticed the blur of heavy rain coming closer from them and he pulled over and got out his rain gear. By the time he reached the broken roads winding into the town, the rain was coming down in such heavy sheets that he had to slow Fenrir drastically or risk hydroplaning.

 

A great fork of lightning streaked out of the clouds and hit the ground just a few feet away from the fighter. “Whoa!!” Cloud cringed as the smell of burnt ozone filled his nostrils. The crack of thunder following the strike was expected but he still flinched involuntarily.

 

~I'll get fried if I stay out in this, even if my friends think my spiky hair gives me some special immunity from electrocution. I'd better move it.~

 

He increased his speed as much as he dared and just to be on the safe side, he honked as he drove into town to warn any pedestrians that he was coming. The streets were drenched and utterly deserted. Cloud pulled Fenrir to a stop and sighed, looking around at his old home with aching, goggle-protected blue eyes. It still looked the same. He knew that another family occupied his former house now, so rather than sit and stew over old memories he drove through town to the gates of the mansion.

 

Cloud pulled Fenrir up to the dilapidated mansion so that the bike was somewhat protected from the weather against the side of the building. He cut the engine and started to dismount. He bit back a startled yelp as a rough voice shouted at him from behind and to the left.

 

“I wouldn't go in there if I were you, son!”

 

Cloud turned to find an old man peering out at him from the doorway of a nearby house. The rain abruptly stopped, leaving an eerie silence broken only by the sound of water dripping from rooftops and tree limbs. Cloud had a healthy respect for people's reluctance to enter the mansion and he was used to the superstitions surrounding it.

 

“It'll be okay,” he said to the old man in a reassuring tone. He took off his raingear and stashed it away in a storage compartment.

 

The man shook his head. “This storm blew in out of nowhere the day we started hearing those terrible howls inside that place, and it hasn't gone away since. I'm telling you, there's a demon in that mansion!”

 

Cloud resisted the urge to smile. The old man wasn't wrong about the demon. It just so happened that the beast in question was the blonde's friend…at least, most of the time. The wind picked up again as he got off his bike and retrieved his sword from its compartment before pulling out the protective cover from another compartment to stretch it over the vehicle.

 

“Aren't you listening, young man?”

 

Cloud paused and gazed at the old man with calm, clear blue eyes. “I'm here to take care of the demon. Don't worry.”

 

The man shook his head and muttered as Cloud left Fenrir and walked up to the door. Other frightened townsfolk watched from their windows and doorways with disbelief as the blond haired young man entered the ShinRa mansion. The huge doors closed behind him and the townsfolk began to make plans for his funeral.

 

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Cloud's footsteps echoed as he walked into the huge, open foyer. His memories rushed back with every step and his jaw tensed in response. He saw the flames again in his mind's eye, and the horrible, beautiful figure of Sephiroth standing in the midst of them as people fled or died. To think, the entire time that was going on, Vincent Valentine was sleeping in a coffin in this very building and nobody was the wiser.

 

The dust stirred as Cloud made his way up the stairs and he sneezed as it tickled his nostrils. As if in response to his sudden noise, thunder boomed loudly enough to make the banister shake under his hands and then he got a taste of the howling that was scaring the townsfolk so much. Cloud winced at the sound. It was a tortured mixture of a human scream and a bestial roar, both anguished and hungry. He recognized the human part and he broke into a run.

 

“Vincent,” the blonde stated with certainty as he reached the room with the hidden staircase and began to search for the opening. He found the trigger and the stone wall slid open with a grinding noise. His Mako enhanced eyes didn't need light the way normal eyes did, but he remembered how deteriorated the wooden planking leading into the bowels of the mansion were. Cloud reached into his jacket and took out the small flashlight he kept with him, moving as swiftly as he could without being reckless.

 

When he finally reached the bottom of the basement, he hesitated. He could see light coming from the room at the end of the tunnel and he heard movement from there. He honestly had no idea what kind of condition he'd find his friend in, or even if the gunman would recognize him. Hell, he didn't even know if he'd find Vincent at all—he might just find Chaos instead.

 

Deciding that he couldn't help his friend by standing there debating the matter all day, Cloud started forward with his sword held at ready.

 

“Vincent,” he called out. The sounds coming from the room ahead stopped abruptly and Cloud knew that he'd heard him. “It's Cloud. I'm coming in.”

 

“No,” responded a ragged voice in a half-growl, “stay away.”

 

Cloud shook his head and put the flashlight away. “You know I can't do that. Tell me what's going on?”

 

“I…hunger,” responded the voice uncertainly. “You can't help…if I feed, I'll hurt someone.”

 

~Feed? Hunger? I don't understand; Vincent's not a vampire! What's he talking about?~

 

“What exactly do you need to feed on, Vincent?” He asked aloud. He jumped as something crashed and shattered in the room. “Take it easy, just tell me how to help you!”

 

“You can't!” The other man roared, “Too dangerous!”

 

Cloud swallowed and started forward again, ignoring the instincts that told him to run. “I have to try. I'm coming.” He'd never heard Vincent sound so desperate.

 

“Cloud, stay away,” the voice said in a weaker gasp. “Just the feel of you…I can taste it. You can't know what you risk!”

 

Cloud didn't hesitate—if anything, the pain in the gunman's voice made him move faster. He didn't know if he could help him but he sure as hell wasn't going to turn away from a friend in need, no matter how dangerous it might be. He lunged through the door and saw Vincent backed up against the wall, near a bookshelf. His raven hair was wild and unkempt and his pale features were twisted into a snarl. Those intense crimson eyes were glowing with unholy lust as he looked at Cloud and the blonde couldn't tell whether it was sexual or bloodlust. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

 

“You shouldn't have come,” Vincent said in a low, rough voice. His leather body armor was torn and hanging open at the chest. Cloud could see a thin scar running diagonally across the pectorals and there were fresh, bloody scratches crossing over it. His eyes went to Vincent's golden claw and he saw the blood on the tips.

 

“What did you do?” Cloud said as he took a few steps forward.

 

“I…the hunger is maddening,” Vincent said, holding up his human hand in a warding gesture.

 

“Hunger for what?” Cloud asked again, stopping his advance cautiously. “Please Vincent, tell me what I can do.”

 

The ruby eyes wavered and lowered, the sooty lashes casting crescent shadows on the gunman's porcelain cheekbones. “Chaos…is gone,” he murmured. He raised his eyes again and they burned with intensity on Cloud. “But the hunger remains. I need…spirit energy, Cloud.”

 

“What, like souls?” Cloud asked. A chill went down his spine.

 

Vincent shook his head. “Just the energy they give off. The soul…would remain.”

 

“Oh,” Cloud said, fascinated with this new information. “Then you could feed on me.”

 

Vincent shook his head silently and Cloud sighed. “Why not? Would it kill me?”

 

The gunman lowered his eyes in thought. “Possibly, if you can't endure it. You're strong, but I'd rather not take the risk.”

 

Cloud mulled it over and put his sword down slowly, ignoring Vincent's whispered protests as he laid the weapon on the floor. “I know you won't let that happen, Vincent. Besides, if you don't feed on me, what's going to happen? Who will you feed on instead when your hunger gets too strong to resist?”

 

“I…intend to sleep,” Vincent said softly.

 

“That's what I was afraid of,” Cloud sighed. “I'm not letting you shut yourself up in that damned coffin again, Vincent. It's time for you to try living.” He crossed the room until he was standing directly in front of the taller man and he reached out to put his hands on his shoulders. “I can take it, Vincent.”

 

“Don't,” Vincent whispered, trying to pull away. He was backed against the wall with nowhere else to go. Cloud's aura was intoxicating and the stunning blue eyes drew Vincent in. The blonde's sculpted, youthful features had always been appealing to the gunman but he'd never allowed himself to consider him as anything more than a comrade, except in his dreams. Now he unwillingly hardened in his pants as the strong, warm body pressed against his. Cloud's life current was powerful…perhaps more powerful than any Vincent had ever felt.

 

“Do it,” Cloud whispered, holding eye contact with the gunman. He felt his friend's lean body shudder against his and he was a little surprised when he felt the evidence of Vincent's lust pressing against his leg. Was it attraction that caused his arousal, or was that just a side effect of his hunger? With the obvious love Vincent had always had for Lucrecia, Cloud thought his tastes didn't run to males. The blonde bit his lip and flushed as his body reacted in sympathy.

 

~I'm here to feed him, not make out with him. Knock it off!~

 

His body, unfortunately, was in no mood to listen to reason. As Vincent gave up the fight and put his arms around him, Cloud made a conscious effort not to resist him. He didn't know what to expect, having no idea how Vincent fed. He was shocked when the gunman's lips touched his and he parted them to gasp. Then he felt it. It was subtle at first—a tingling current that began at his toes and flowed upwards. It made him a little breathless and he hung on to Vincent's shoulders for support. He heard the man groan and suddenly Vincent was kissing him as well as drawing on his life energy. Cloud returned the kiss in confusion, not sure if it was a requirement to his feeding or if he'd just done it because he wanted to.

 

Vincent explored the blonde's mouth with his tongue, caressing, thrusting and stroking as he held him more tightly against him. He hadn't meant to start kissing him when he began to draw the spirit energy out through his mouth; it just happened. Now that he tasted Cloud physically, the taste of his spiritual essence grew stronger and more satisfying. He felt the blonde's arousal pressing directly against his and he groaned again, letting his human hand slide down his back.

 

Cloud was positive that getting squeezed on the ass wasn't part of the feeding requirement. His surprised exclamation was muffled against the gunman's firm, silken lips as Vincent's hand familiarized itself with his butt. The hot, darting tongue in his mouth thrust harder and the blonde felt the odd tingling current get stronger. He pushed his fingers into Vincent's hair and dragged the bandana off of his head as the gunman pulled him a little tighter against him.

 

Vincent's sexual lust increased even as his hunger began to feel sated. He grasped Cloud's jacket in his claw hand and tore it open, making the blonde mumble a startled curse into his mouth. He ravished the shirt next and began to sink to the floor, taking his confused companion with him. Cloud was struggling against him but not very hard. Vincent knew that the young man in his arms could break his hold if he really wanted to—he wasn't using his full strength to hold him and Cloud was stronger than the average man. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this…he should just finish feeding and release his friend before it went any further. He couldn't bring himself to stop, though. He hadn't coupled with anyone of either gender in so long, and Cloud was so inviting and warm in his arms.

 

He felt Cloud's resistance fade as he pulled the ripped material of his shirt and jacket apart, baring his torso. Vincent's mouth remained insistent and hungry on his as he began to explore the blonde's exposed flesh with his human hand. Cloud groaned softly and bucked against his thigh as Vincent teased a nipple to hardness, then moved on to the other one. His reactions inflamed the gunman's desire further and his hand slid down to undo the blonde's pants.

 

Cloud's haze of arousal was momentarily broken when his companion started to pull his zipper down. “Vincent,” he tried to say against the aggressive mouth. A wave of sudden dizziness that wasn't at all pleasant hit him and his desire cooled. He panted for breath, feeling like he was suffocating. He tried to turn his head as he started to see spots and Vincent cupped his jaw to hold him still.

 

Vincent suddenly realized what was happening as Cloud's struggles became desperate, even as they weakened. He broke the kiss and stopped drawing on the blonde's life force, rolling away from him abruptly with a gasp of self-loathing.

 

~What sort of monster am I, to practically rape an ally while slowly killing him?~

 

“Cloud, I didn't mean for that to happen,” he said aloud, leaning over the gasping blonde with concern. “Are you all right?”

 

Cloud swallowed and closed his eyes, nodding. “It's okay…I'm all right now. It isn't your fault.”

 

“It is my fault,” Vincent insisted softly as he combed the fingers of his human hand through Cloud's soft, spiked hair. “I knew that I was losing control and yet I didn't stop.”

 

Cloud looked up at him and smiled softly. “Everyone gets excited sometimes. You didn't mean to do it and I'm fine.” He reached up and touched the gunman's pale, flawless face with his fingertips. “Did you get enough?”

 

Vincent nodded slowly. His hunger for spirit energy was satisfied, but his hunger for Cloud was anything but. He couldn't allow himself to act on it, though…he hadn't even meant to let things go as far as they had. Cloud's fingers traced his features and Vincent closed his eyes and instinctively nuzzled the blonde's palm. Cloud was too inviting and difficult to resist, especially now that Vincent was aroused. The gunman stared at his companion's naked chest, watching it rise and fall as he recovered his breath. He berated himself even as he lowered his head to claim the blonde's lips again.

 

Cloud was wary at first, expecting to feel Vincent drawing on his life force again. Instead, the gunman simply kissed him with eager sensuality. Cloud relaxed and responded to the kiss, letting Vincent's tongue into his mouth. His groin began to harden again and he raised his hips invitingly as he felt the other man start to draw down his fly again. His responses made Vincent's breath quicken and the kiss grew more demanding as the gunman opened his pants and reached in. He gripped Cloud's hardened arousal and stroked it firmly. He doubted that Cloud was a virgin but he couldn't be sure, so he broke the kiss and gazed down at the blonde searchingly.

 

“Has any man ever had you before, Cloud?”

 

The fighter nodded and bit his lip on another moan of pleasure, thrusting into Vincent's stroking hand eagerly. Vincent kissed him again, apparently satisfied with the answer. Cloud was at a point now where even if he did have a virgin ass, he would have lied and said he didn't just so he could feel Vincent inside of him. The gunman stopped fondling his sex long enough to tug on his pants. Cloud raised his hips and Vincent pulled the garment off easily, tossing it aside. The black-haired man's eyes were so full of lust when they met Cloud's that he wondered for a moment if he would survive being taken by him. It took him by surprise to see Vincent expressing any emotion so strongly, even arousal.

 

Vincent stretched out on top of him and wiped away thoughts of saying no with another searing kiss. The gunman's hips ground between Cloud's legs, making him wince as the leather armor rubbed against his tender parts. Even through that mild discomfort, the friction felt great and Cloud put his arms around him and didn't complain. Vincent's tongue retreated from his mouth and the kiss ended so that the gunman could drag his mouth down to Cloud's throat. The blonde turned his head to bare his neck and sighed as his companion's lips and tongue caressed the sensitive skin. Cloud began to work at Vincent's clothes eagerly, struggling with the various buckles and clasps. Vincent helped him, being more familiar with his garments of choice and knowing how to get out of them more quickly.

 

“I apologize for what I did to your clothes,” the gunman murmured against Cloud's neck between kisses. His cape came off, followed by the portion of his armor covering his torso and soon he was naked from the waist up. Cloud's hands explored his chest and shoulders, the fingers tracing the various scars on his flesh. Vincent unfastened his leg armor and freed his aching arousal, growing impatient to have his companion's body sheathing him.

 

“I think the jacket got lucky and you just took the zipper off track,” Cloud responded breathlessly. “I have other shirts.” He gasped sharply as Vincent's normal hand slipped between his legs and caressed his perineum. The gunman kept throwing him off guard with his sudden moves and Cloud wasn't sure it wasn't on purpose. Vincent's lips moved down to his chest and closed around his left nipple, his tongue flicking over the trapped bud and making it tingle with pleasure. Cloud responded by slipping a hand between their bodies and doing a little spontaneous grabbing of his own.

 

Vincent growled against the blonde's chest as his exposed cock was squeezed and stroked. He moved to the other nipple and sucked at it as he teased the puckered entrance to the blonde's body with his fingertip. He didn't push it in because he hadn't applied anything for lubricant yet, but he tickled it with his fingernails and made the blonde shiver with pleasure. Deciding that Cloud's reactions were making him too aroused, too quickly, Vincent gently closed his claw hand over the blonde's stroking one to still it. The massage ceased and Cloud released the organ, combing his fingers through Vincent's dark hair instead.

 

Satisfied with how compliant the blonde was, Vincent decided it was time to “create” a bit of lubricant for his purposes. His mouth traveled down the blonde's tight stomach, worshipping the smooth skin as he went. His tongue delved into Cloud's navel, thrusting teasingly and making him sigh. He looked at the blonde's rigid, flushed cock and he stroked the tip with the fingers of his normal hand for a moment, making the organ twitch with pleasure and causing a soft, shivering moan to burst from Cloud's lips. Pushing the lithe-muscled thighs apart, Vincent put his lips over Cloud's erection and sucked it slowly into his mouth.

 

“Vincent,” Cloud groaned, licking his lips. Though the gunman seemed to hesitate uncertainly at first, he quickly recovered from the moment and began to take the blonde in and out of his sucking mouth, holding the base of the cock with his regular hand to keep it steady. In the back of his mind Cloud remembered that Vincent was capable of transforming into more than one fanged beast and his hands trembled in the gunman's hair.

 

Vincent sensed his companion's flash of fear and he respected it. Trusting someone like him with such a tender body part probably wasn't easy. He took his time, working his tongue over the rigid flesh as he sucked and giving Cloud time to adjust and understand that he was safe. He ran the claws of his metal hand gently over the blonde's ribcage and Cloud arched his back as goose bumps rose on his skin.

 

It felt wickedly good and though he knew the claw was capable of shredding his skin as easily as it had shredded his shirt, Vincent's touch was so light and careful that it only produced a pleasant tickle. Cloud's eyes closed and he sighed again, in love with the feel of the other man's mouth around his sex and the teasing caress of his claw.

 

The pleasure grew until it made him throb from head to toe and Cloud began to pant. “Vincent, I'm getting close,” he warned breathlessly. The other man's mouth released his throbbing cock and his hand took over, stroking it with firm, steady strokes until the blonde tossed his head and cried out with release. Vincent aimed the blonde's pulsing sex so that the semen spurted onto his heaving stomach and chest. The question of what they were going to do for lubricant was answered for Cloud when Vincent collected some of the thick fluid off of his belly and lifted his knees to expose his entrance.

 

Still flushed and panting with the release, Cloud groaned softly as two of Vincent's slick fingers pressed into his body. His hands curled into fists at his sides as the gunman worked the digits forward and back slowly to dilate the passage.

 

“Tell me when the discomfort fades,” Vincent whispered, looking at Cloud's fair, tense features with hot ruby eyes. He had to work fairly quickly before the remaining cum on the blonde's torso had a chance to dry, but he was careful not to rush things and hurt him. He thought of how he wanted to take him and decided that the hard floor didn't allow for many comfortable positions. His eyes lifted to the desk in the connected room and he smiled softly. He felt the tightness beginning to ease around his fingers and he saw Cloud's features relax a bit. The blonde nodded in confirmation and Vincent eased a third finger in.

 

Cloud bucked his hips and moaned when Vincent began to purposely press a specific spot inside of him with each thrust of his fingers. The gunman was teasing with it; never pausing to give the gland his total attention but stroking it just long enough to send rhythmic throbs of sensation through his pelvis. Cloud began to beg him breathlessly as his groin stirred and began to harden from the stimulation.

 

“Do you want me to fuck you, Cloud?”

 

The blonde's eyes opened wide at the question. He never would have imagined Vincent saying something like that, but the savage glint of lust in the other man's eyes told him that there were a lot of things Vincent kept hidden beneath the surface.

 

“Y-yes,” he panted, rotating his hips desperately. “I want you to fuck me.”

 

The other man's long fingers suddenly pulled out of his body and Cloud groaned with frustration. Vincent collected the remaining semen off of the blonde's body and smeared it over his erection, then wiped his hand off on his nearby cape. He took the garment in his claw hand so that he would have something to cover the desk to protect Cloud from the dust.

 

“Come with me,” Vincent ordered softly as he stood up and held his regular hand out for Cloud. The young man took it and allowed his companion to help him up. Vincent lifted his damaged shirt and jacket off of him smoothly, leaving the blonde naked. His mouth crushed against Cloud's for a brief, hot kiss before he put his arm around him and guided him to the desk in the other room.

 

Cloud understood his intentions when the taller man spread his red cape over the surface of the desk. He started to hop on but Vincent's hands encircled his waist and held him firmly in place. His hot breath stirred the fine hairs at the nape of Cloud's neck as he murmured, “Bend over and rest your arms on the desk.”

 

The blonde didn't argue, feeling his companion's slippery cock pressing against the crevice between his ass cheeks. He bent over the desk and propped himself up on his elbows, breathing heavily with lust as he waited for Vincent to make the first thrust. The arm of the gunman's claw hand snaked around his waist to hold him steady, while his normal hand moved to position his sex.

 

Cloud expected Vincent to breach him slowly, a little at a time. What the other man did instead was rock forward firmly and keep going as soon as Cloud's sphincter gave. The blonde's breath caught and his lips parted on a sharp moan as his companion's cock sank all the way into his body on the first thrust. Once it was in, Vincent held it there and moved his free hand around to the front to fondle Cloud's erection. The blonde sucked air and tried to relax as Vincent's length rested firmly inside of him and his hand patiently stroked his dick.

 

“Could have warned me,” Cloud groaned, bowing his head.

 

“A warning would have only given you the chance to tense up further,” Vincent explained breathlessly, his lips traveling over the blonde's tense shoulder.

 

Cloud couldn't argue with that logic. The discomfort of the invasion began to fade and the pleasure of Vincent's massaging hand helped to speed it up. Vincent must have sensed the change—his cock retreated to the tip and then drove in again, slowly. Cloud moaned as he repeated the action again and again, starting out at a slow pace to give him time to get used to it.

 

Vincent felt his demons stir within him, roused by his pleasure and lust. They wanted him to be more aggressive but he refused, knowing that if he started taking Cloud too hard, too soon, he would harm him. He sighed and grunted with pleasure as the blonde's tight passage gripped his thrusting shaft and he pressed down against his back to lick the rim of his ear.

 

“I've dreamt of doing this to you before,” he purred, “Did you know that?”

 

“N-no,” Cloud gasped. Vincent had begun to harden his thrusts, hitting his prostate forcefully with each pass.

 

“I…never wanted you…to know,” Vincent grunted, the pleasure making it difficult to speak clearly.

 

“Why not?” Cloud inquired, the question ending with a sharp gasp.

 

“It thought it would…complicate things.” Vincent bit his lip as his urges demanded for him to take the blonde harder. The feel of Cloud's pale, round ass pressing against his hips each time he drove into him was fascinating and painfully arousing. He stroked the blonde's cock faster and let his self-imposed leash slip a little. The soft cry that resulted from the harder thrusts expressed pleasure instead of pain and Vincent groaned and let go of his inhibitions.

 

Cloud whimpered and pushed back against the other man's hips as they slammed into him with faster, more powerful thrusts. There was some pain but the pleasure balanced it out and he felt himself getting close to orgasm.

 

“Ah…Vincent…oh…don't stop!” Cloud bit his lip hard as his ragged encouragement resulted in the gunman's rhythm quickening. His body tensed as he came in Vincent's stroking hand and a ragged scream tore past his lips. He felt Vincent's mouth kiss his shoulder again and heard him gasp his name, then he was pumping hard enough to make the desk skid forward a little on the stone floor.

 

Cloud panted as he recovered from his second release, still pushing back against his companion's body each time the man thrust his hips forward. He groaned in pain as Vincent's claw hand dug into his hip, prompting the gunman to gasp an apology. The claw retreated and the pain faded. Cloud vaguely felt blood seeping from the spot and it didn't trouble him as much as he expected it to. Vincent's teeth bit lightly into his shoulder and he gasped in response, oddly turned on by the sting.

 

Vincent continued to take the blonde with hard, sharp thrusts and he watched the sparkle of perspiration form on Cloud's back and shoulders. The swordsman was put together beautifully and the thrill of claiming him made Vincent's head swim. He hadn't meant to mark him with his claw the way he did but Cloud didn't seem to mind very much. Vincent rubbed the blonde's arched back with his regular hand and closed his eyes, parting his lips as the pressure in his balls grew to intense proportions. He growled his companion's name and thrust once more, hard and deep. He filled the blonde until his seed was dripping out around the base of his cock, pulsing inside of him almost violently.

 

Cloud felt the warm spurt of Vincent's cum and he sighed and enjoyed the feel of him bucking inside of him. He felt the gunman's forehead rest against his back and heard his ragged breathing. He stayed like that for a few moments while he recovered and Cloud held still and felt the ache inside of him as Vincent's sated cock softened. The gunman finally withdrew from his body and eased him back into a standing position before turning him around and holding him. In contrast to the ravishing he'd just finished giving Cloud, his lips were soft and almost tender against his as he kissed him.

 

“Did I hurt you?” Vincent asked softly as he ran his fingers through the blonde's fluffy spikes.

 

“It's okay,” Cloud answered, “I'm already healing. Riding Fenrir might be a little uncomfortable but it isn't like I have to leave right away—unless you want me to.”

 

Vincent shook his head. “No, please stay for a while. We can replace the sheets on the beds in the main part of the house, so that you'll have a proper bed to sleep on.”

 

“Are you gonna sleep with me?” Cloud asked with a soft smile.

 

“It would certainly beat sleeping in a coffin,” Vincent agreed, “although I don't know that I can promise to let you get very much sleep.” He kissed him again, the tenderness fading to sensuality.

 

“I won't complain,” Cloud murmured against the taller man's lips. Luckily he had a couple changes of clothes stored in Fenrir's travel compartments, since he hadn't been sure how long he'd have to stay here. After the strange but wonderful encounter with Vincent, he was in no hurry to go home.

 

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The End.