Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight ~ A FFVII / DoC Fan-Fiction ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Twilight ~A FF7 Fan Fiction

by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Two ~

 

Shock held Reeve perfectly still for two heartbeats, then he grabbed for Vincent's wrists. “Vincent! What the hell are you doing?”

 

Vincent used his grip on the shredded jacket to push Reeve backwards.

 

Reeve flailed and fell sprawling on the sand. Vincent's grip on his clothes kept him from hitting the ground too hard, but that didn't change the fact that he was suddenly lying on his back with a winged, clawed, and fanged Vincent kneeling over him like he was planning to either gut him or fuck him.

 

Quite casually, Vincent reached over his back, between his spread wings and pulled the remains of his shirt and cape off, then tossed it away.

 

Reeve blinked and admired the view of all those rolling muscles for about two whole breaths, then he panicked. He dug his heels into the ground and fought to scramble back. “Vincent! What the fuck is going on?”

 

Vincent tightened his grip on the torn edge of Reeve's coat, keeping Reeve where he was. “You offered, I accepted.”

 

“Offered…?” Reeve grabbed Vincent's wrist to shove it away, but it was like trying to move a tree trunk. “Vincent, this isn't funny!”

 

In a single blink, Vincent released Reeve and repositioned himself with his hands on the ground by Reeve's shoulders and knees between Reeve's thighs. He leaned down over the prostrate man, his long black hair curtaining their faces, his lips only a breath away. “Do not struggle. I do not wish to harm you needlessly.”

 

Reeve blinked up Vincent's distractingly gorgeous face so very close to his. “Eh…?”

 

Vincent closed the distance and covered Reeve's mouth with his own.

 

Reeve froze. Vincent was kissing him?

 

A hot tongue swept across his bottom lip.

 

Reeve gasped. Vincent was kissing him!

 

The tongue dove past his parted lips to sweep across Reeve's tongue with exquisite delicacy, leaving behind the taste of fresh water with a hint of copper, but also the distinct flavor of masculine musk.

 

Reeve's heart thundered in his chest. Apparently, Vincent was…excited. He'd kissed enough men to know the flavor of male arousal when he tasted it, and he was definitely tasting it. Out of curiosity, and the fact that one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen had decided that he was actually worth kissing, Reeve felt that under the circumstances, it was only polite to return the caress.

 

Vincent moaned into Reeve's mouth, his tongue making aggressive forays against Reeve's.

 

Reeve returned the favor with interest. Vincent was a very fine kisser, probably the best he'd ever experienced. Naturally, he had to show off his own particular skills by nipping gently at Vincent's full bottom lip and catching his tongue to suck on it.

 

Vincent moaned again and lowered onto his elbows, his body pressing down onto Reeve's, chest to chest, belly to belly, hip to hip, and crotch to crotch.

 

Reeve's first thought was that Vincent's body was warm, very warm, and hard. The muscles pressing against him had almost no give at all. His next thought was that Vincent was big. He had been feeling the slow throb of his own growing erection, but hadn't realized how hard he'd gotten until he suddenly felt the rigid length of Vincent's erection pressing against his. He rolled experimentally, rubbing his cock against Vincent's, just to see how big Vincent was. Vincent was very big and thick too.

 

Well, it seemed that Vincent clearly didn't plan to gut him. However, he wasn't so sure he wanted to be fucked, not by a Vincent this strong -- and big. The man could break him like a twig.

 

Reeve twisted away to break the kiss. He sucked in a breath to gather what little sense he could. Vincent was a very good kisser. “Vincent, I don't think this is a good idea.”

 

Vincent lifted a single brow. “You offered, I accepted.”

 

Reeve felt his face heat. “Yeah, me and my big mouth, I know, but…”

 

Vincent's head dropped to Reeve's exposed chest and captured on of Reeve nipples between his flat front teeth, then used his wicked tongue to flick the trapped tip.

 

Erotic fire seared Reeve from his nipple straight to his cock, making it jump. His back arched in carnal delight and a moan came surging up his throat.

 

Vincent looped his arm under Reeve's arched back and continued to torture Reeve's nipple with teeth and tongue.

 

Gasping, Reeve grabbed onto Vincent's wide shoulders and dug his heels in. Shamelessly, he rolled his hips up against Vincent's, blatantly rubbing his painfully hard erection against him.

 

Vincent switched to Reeve's other nipple, and snaked his free hand between them.

 

Reeve was aware of Vincent's hand against his belly, but he was too preoccupied with Vincent's teeth on his nipple to consider the significance.

 

Vincent's hand slid lower, to Reeve's crotch. The heel of his hand rubbed against his shaft while his fingers curled under his balls, cupping him.

 

The pressure made the utterly delicious coiling tension building in Reeve's balls spiral tighter. He threw back his head and groaned long and loud. He also drooled a little, but that was inconsequential compared to the heavenly friction Vincent was applying to his dick. He spread his legs wide and pushed up against Vincent's palm for more.

 

Vincent's clawed fingers slid up his trapped shaft and his claws hooked through the waistband of Reeve's pants.

 

Reeve felt a shred of self-preservation break through his carnal haze. Vincent had his claws hooked into his pants… His claws… Reeve grabbed for Vincent's arm. “Don't rip my pants!” He could handle walking back to camp with a ripped shirt and coat, but he really didn't want to face his WRO team with shredded pants.

 

Vincent bared his impressive fangs and released a low liquid growl. “Off.”

 

Reeve shuddered in icy alarm, the hairs all over his body lifting. “Fine, fine…” He lifted his hand and pressed it against Vincent's chest. “Back off so I can get to my boots.”

 

Vincent lifted a dark brow, but sat up in a crouch, his wings folding neatly behind him.

 

Reeve sat up and pulled the laces to his boots free, pulling one off then the other. He wasn't sure taking his pants off was a good idea, but he was pretty damned sure that Vincent wasn't giving him a choice. Eyeing Vincent, he stood up in his socks to undo his belt, drop his fly, and pull down his pants and underwear, releasing his cock to Vincent's burning gaze.

 

Vincent's gaze focused on Reeve's crotch and licked his lips. “Good.” He dropped from his crouch to his knees and gripped his pants in the front. He tugged and the fabric tore like paper, releasing his impressive erection from its confines. Rising from a nest of black curls, the shaft arched up toward his navel, the crown rising from its sheath, red, and glistening with precum.

 

Reeve shoved his pants down his legs and jerked them off, completely unable to stop staring at Vincent's cock. The man planned to stick that up his ass? “It'll never fit.”

 

Vincent grinned, showing both sets of long fangs. “I will take great care.”

 

Reeve clutched his pants in both hands. “Tell you what, why don't I fuck you instead?”

 

Vincent snorted. “I would crush you.”

 

Reeve blinked. Did he mean that Vincent would beat him up if he tried, or did he mean that his ass muscles were actually that strong? Reeve eyed Vincent's powerful thighs and winced. He probably meant the latter. It didn't make him feel any better. Reeve hunched his shoulders. “Um, do you have to fuck me?”

 

Vincent's smile slid away. “I need you to cum, to feed.”

 

Reeve blinked. Vincent fed on orgasms? That was different. “I thought you wanted my uh, soul?”

 

Vincent nodded. “When you cum, your soul will open to me.”

 

Reeve's brows rose. That almost made sense. But wait, if… “If you just need me to cum, I can just jack off. You don't need to fuck me…”

 

Vincent's chin lifted. “I want to fuck you.”

 

Reeve swallowed. That didn't make him feel any better either. “Err… I'm f-flattered, but…”

 

Vincent held out his hand. “Come.”

 

Reeve stiffened. “But I really don't think it'll…?”

 

Vincent's wings flared out and his brows lowered. “You offered, I agreed. Come.”

 

Reeve felt an icy sweat spill down his spine. “Can't we renegotiate?”

 

Vincent's lip curled up to show a long fang and a low growl rumbled out. “Pain can open a soul as easily as lust.”

 

Pain…? Reeve swallowed. Well, when you put it that way… He took a deep breath and clenched his teeth. “Okay, fine. Let's get this over with.” He marched toward Vincent, and his dick. As long as he was still mobile enough to get back to his jeep at the bottom of the mountain, he could get to the camp. He had a couple of small `cure' materia back in his tent where no one had to see that he was using it on his ass.

 

Speaking of asses and pain…

 

Reeve suddenly realized that he had forgotten something vital. “Lube!” He stopped cold to slap his pockets. He thought he had something…

 

Vincent snarled. “What?”

 

“I have some burn gel in one of my pockets. We can use that for lube.” He slapped his upper breast pocket and felt a familiar shape. He fished into his pocket and pulled out a clear squeeze bottle of clear gel. “That's it.”

 

Vincent leaned back on his hands and unfolded his legs, spreading his upraised knees wide. “You may apply it.”

 

“Apply it…?” Reeve tripped over nothing in particular. “You mean, me put it on…you?” His gaze was drawn to the curving length of Vincent's erection. A dribble of precum oozed down the broad shaft.

 

Vincent smiled, showing fangs. “I do not need the…comfort of lube.”

 

Reeve winced. He had a point. Sighing, he squirted a very generous amount in his palms. “Okay, fine, I'll do it.” He stuffed the bottle back into his pocket and approached Vincent's knees. It took all the courage he had to kneel down between Vincent's upraised thighs and actually grasp the shaft of Vincent's cock.

 

Hot… It was hot, and really hard, but the skin felt surprisingly soft. He slid his hands down the length, smoothing the gel along and realized that while Vincent's cock was larger than any he'd actually seen, it wasn't beyond human proportions. He had one hell of a set of balls, though.

 

Vincent's eyelids drifted half-way down over his flame-lit gaze. A deep rumble that sounded suspiciously like a purr vibrated from the base of his throat and a smile curved his full lips.

 

Reeve eyed Vincent's half-lidded smile and slid his hand up over the crown of Vincent's cock.

 

Vincent's mouth opened, flashing fangs. A long tongue slid out to moisten his lips.

 

Reeve watched the passage of Vincent's tongue in blank fascination.

 

Vincent reached out and grabbed Reeve's upper arm. “Stand.”

 

Reeve stood, not quite sure what he should do with his gel smeared hands.

 

Vincent grabbed onto Reeve's sleeve and tugged, forcing him to turn around so that he faced away from Vincent.

 

Reeve teetered off balance. “Vincent…?”

 

Vincent's clawed hands closed on Reeve's bare hips, keeping him from falling over, then pulled, drawing Reeve back.

 

Reeve tripped backwards. “Vincent, what…?”

 

A long hot tongue swept up the crack of Reeve's ass.

 

Reeve stiffened. “Eh…?”

 

Vincent's hands slid down to Reeve's thighs, his clawed thumbs closing on the sensitive inner skin. The thumb-claws pricked.

 

In sheer reaction, Reeve jerked his thighs apart, his arms waving for balance.

 

The tongue returned, with interest, pressing firmly against the back of Reeve's balls and sweeping upward to lap against his anus, leaving a trail of exciting little tingles, and saliva.

 

Reeve gasped. Vincent was apparently going to give him a rim-job.

 

Vincent's hands slid up top cup Reeve's buttocks. His thumbs pressed in with no hint of claws and separated the cheeks a little. He pressed his face in and proceeded to give Reeve an aggressive tongue-bath.

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