Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight ~ A FFVII / DoC Fan-Fiction ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Twilight ~A FF7 Fan Fiction

by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Three ~

 

Reeve's anus tingled and twitched triggering shivers that skittered up his spine to the back of his skull. His flagging erection began to fill and throb with impatience. He bit back the small whimpers of pleasure that wanted to escape, but he couldn't quite stop from leaning forward slightly and writhing back into Vincent's tongue, openly begging for more.

 

Vincent stabbed his tongue straight at the tight bud of Reeve's anus, clearly asking for entry.

 

Reeve knew the drill. He pushed with his sphincter muscles, forcing the tight ring to relax and open.

 

Vincent's tongue went in, and moved around the interior.

 

The tingling intensified to become a wash of anticipatory excitement. A deep moan slid from Reeve's throat. Vincent was very, very good at this too. Gods, the man had a wicked tongue.

 

Vincent pulled his head back, removing his tongue.

 

Reeve damned near sobbed from the loss.

 

There was an odd crunch.

 

Reeve blinked. What the hell was that?

 

Abruptly, a thick wet digit was pressed against his anus, firmly.

 

Without thought, Reeve opened to it.

 

The wet digit moved in, swirled around, generating more of those delicious tingles, and forged deep.

 

Reeve suddenly realized that Vincent must have shoved a finger up his ass, but he didn't feel a claw… So that's what the crunch was. Vincent had bitten off a nail.

 

The finger poked into something up along the top that was utterly delicious.

 

His cock jumped and a small spat of cum burst forth. Reeve's entire train of thought crashed to a stop to release a guttural gasp of raw carnal pleasure.

 

Behind him, Vincent made a rumbling purring sound. He retracted his finger.

 

Reeve couldn't have stopped his moan of disappointment if he tried.

 

Vincent closed his hands on Reeve's hips. “Turn.”

 

Reeve looked over his shoulder at Vincent. “You want me to face you?”

 

Vincent nodded.

 

Reeve licked his lips. “Okay…” He turned and lifted one foot to step outside of Vincent's thigh, then the other, straddling Vincent's hips.

 

Vincent obligingly closed his legs together. “Sit.”

 

Reeve blinked. “Sit?”

 

Vincent smiled, one long fang flashing. “Yes.”

 

Reeve's eyes opened wide. “Wait a minute, does this mean you want me to put…you, in me?”

 

Vincent nodded slowly and leaned back on his hands. His knees lowered and he drew his legs closer together. “Less painful.”

 

Reeve swallowed. Vincent hadn't said not painful, merely less. He looked down at the heavy cock under him, pointing straight up at his balls. Well, I suppose doing it myself is better than being rammed by someone that could crush me like a beer can.

 

Squatting, Reeve crouched down until he could grasp the cock under him.

 

Vincent lifted his hands and cupped Reeve's buttocks in his palms.

 

Reeve was thankful for the aid to his balance, sort of… He lowered himself until the heated and dripping crown of Vincent's cock pressed against the tight bud of his anus. Taking a deep breath, he pushed against his sphincter muscles hard, opening himself, and pressed down.

 

The slick hot tip wedged against the ring of muscle and nudged it wider and wider with a slightly burning ache. Reeve sucked in a breath and continued to push outward, and downward. This was the hard part, the part that hurt. Once the head was in, the rest was easy. The rest was pleasure. He closed his eyes in concentration and pushed harder, moaning with his efforts.

 

His body opened wider, slowly accepting the intrusion. Just when he was sure he couldn't take any more, the flared edge of the crown passed, letting the tightly stretched muscles relax a fraction. It was enough to stop the burning, leaving only an ache.

 

Reeve panted in relief and felt a trickle of sweat run down the side of his face. Now, to get the rest of it in… He looked up at Vincent.

 

The man was watching him with half-hooded eyes, a smile curving his lips.

 

Reeve sucked in a breath. He wasn't sure he liked that smile. He sighed. Too late now. He went down on one knee, letting the shaft slide further in, then went down on the other knee, kneeling astride Vincent's hips. Reeve released the shaft he held to set his hands against the hard plane of Vincent's chest. Slowly, he sat back. The rigid length of Vincent's cock forged deep, filling him with surprising ease. He reached bottom, his ass resting on Vincent's thighs, faster than he expected. He threw his head back and sucked in a deep relieved breath. I can't believe I got the whole thing in…!

 

Vincent groaned. “Good.” He sat up and set his hands on Reeve's hips, pulling him snugly down onto his cock.

 

Reeve shivered and writhed on the thick shaft impaling him. “Fuck!”

 

Vincent leaned forward to brush his lips against the side of Reeve's throat. One clawed hand slid down to cup his Reeve's ass and the other swept up and under Reeve's torn coat and shirt to rub one palm against the muscles defining Reeve's chest.

 

Shivers followed the wake of Vincent's tongue against his throat even as pleasure sparked in Reeve's nipples, sending a jolt of carnal delight straight to his cock. He sighed out a soft groan and reached out to clutch Vincent's shoulders while arching to press his chest into Vincent's palm.

 

Vincent's hot tongue swept up the side of Reeves neck to his jaw, his fangs raking the tender skin lightly. His finger tips closed on a nipple and plucked.

 

Erotic fire speared straight down to his dick and a small gasp burst from Reeve's lips.

 

Vincent slowly leaned back and lifted his legs, then folded them together under him.

 

The cock in Reeve's ass rocked, putting light pressure on that spot Vincent had pressed with his fingers. A jolt of intensity that was almost too strong to be pleasure stabbed him forcing a dribble of cum from the tip of his cock. A gasping moan escaped past his lips. He leaned forward and ground down to gain more of it.

 

Vincent's groaned, then spread the fingers of his hand under Reeve's butt and pushed, lifting Reeve up. Fully half of his cock slid outward.

 

Reeve shivered slightly from the tingling retreat.

 

Vincent closed both hands around Reeve's butt and shoved him down while bucking upward with a grunt, driving his shaft up into Reeve and slamming straight into Reeve's inner sweet spot.

 

Intense pleasure jolted in Reeve's bowels and slammed up his spine. “Oh fuck…!” His entire body went weak from the raw carnal flare. He moaned and his head dropped onto Vincent's shoulder, though his fingers dug in to the strong muscles.

 

Holding Reeve by the ass cheeks, Vincent pulled Reeve back up and slammed him back down, again hitting Reeve's sweet spot straight on.

 

An intense jolt of visceral delight slammed up Reeve's spine, spearing the back of his skull, even as his cock released a spat of cum on Vincent's belly. He shouted in shock, his fingers knotting in Vincent's long hair. He writhed to prolong the sensation, moaning in carnal bliss.

 

Vincent lifted him and slammed him down again, hitting him perfectly in his sweet spot again, and then again, and again…thrusting upward even as he drove Reeve down onto him.

 

Drowning under a wash of pleasure damned near close to pain, his mind white-washed by the sensory overload, Reeve shouted and writhed, his fingers digging into Vincent's shoulders. He barely felt the tears spilling down his cheeks.

 

Vincent groaned and slid a hand to the back of Reeve's head, bringing him in for a fierce kiss while grinding his cock deep into Reeve.

 

Reeve grabbed two fistfuls of Vincent's hair and returned the kiss, hungrily tangling his tongue with Vincent's. Something stung the side of his tongue and the taste of copper bloomed in his mouth. Reeve awoke slightly from his carnal stupor just enough to realize he'd nicked his tongue on one of Vincent's fangs.

 

Vincent's tongue sought the small cut, and stroked against it.

 

A sting erupted from the cut, making Reeve wince, then suddenly, the sting was gone as though it had never been. He didn't have time to process the thought.

 

Vincent slid his hands back down to Reeve's ass to lift him, then shoved him down onto his thrust with a grunt.

 

Brutal pleasure slammed from the back of Reeve's balls all the way up his spine to the back of his skull. He threw back his head and shouted. “…God! Fuck!”

 

Vincent proceeded to hammer Reeve onto him with speed and precision, pistoning the man onto his cock, his fingers digging in slightly, his claws raising welts on Reeve's ass.

 

Reeve could do little more than hold on and howl. He barely heard the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, from his ass slamming down on Vincent's thighs. His thoughts were completely occupied with the urge to cum that was coiling and tightening with frightening intensity.

 

He was going to cum, and then Vincent would eat his soul.

 

Reeve groaned and shuddered under the onslaught of Vincent's thrusts. Not a bad way to go, in the middle of one hell of an orgasm. It certainly beat dying by way of world destruction…or even a ShinRa bullet.

 

Vincent's lips brushed his ear. He spoke in a deep guttural rumble, his voice husky with obvious lust. “Cum.” He slammed Reeve down onto him and ground deep.

 

The pressure inside Reeve exploded in a firestorm of vicious intensity that washed his mind white. Reeve screamed out every drop of air in his lungs and came, shooting white ropes of cum all over Vincent's hard belly.

 

Vincent grabbed the back of Reeve's head and covered his mouth. He sucked in a deep breath, stealing Reeve's screams directly from his lungs.

 

Reeve vaguely felt something around his heart unravel and pull free, drawn out of him by Vincent's mouth. His balls contracted with a second smaller orgasm, and it actually hurt. There was nothing in him left to cum with.

 

Vincent released Reeve's mouth, then slammed Reeve hard down onto his cock, and then again. He ground in as deep as he could go, then threw his head back and howled.

 

His mind washed clean, Reeve collapsed against Vincent's chest and hung on, panting for breath. Reeve barely noted the cock flexing inside him, or the hot wetness filling his ass.

 

Vincent moaned long and hard and slowly fell backward until he lay on the sand. Black lightning danced under his skin.

 

Exhausted beyond belief, but alarmed by what was happening, Reeve found the energy to roll away. “Vincent?” His voice came out hoarse and his throat ached like a son of a bitch. He winced.

 

Before him, and sprawled out on the sand, Vincent's wings disintegrated, and his body seemed to shrink, his muscles losing their size, though not their definition. The black lightning ended leaving behind a slender and delicate, ethereally beautiful and completely naked young man with long black hair. He seemed perfectly human, except for his left hand. From halfway down his forearm to the tips of his fingers, the skin was jet black. Vicious talons curved from his fingertips. The entire black limb, though human in shape, clearly wasn't. Black lightning danced just beneath the surface.

 

Reeve lifted a brow. So that's why he always wears a glove. He rolled to sit up, and hissed in pain. His ass felt stretched a mile wide, and it was seriously sore. He rolled onto his knees rather than attempt to sit, and felt warm liquid slither from his ass.

 

Vincent's cum.

 

Reeve winced, his face heating. Now I know what it's like to be fucked within in inch of my life. All things considered, he was pretty much okay. He was bone-tired, and his ass hurt like hell. He also seemed to have acquired a bunch of claw welts on his ass and thighs, but he was still in one piece.

 

Now he had to get the both of them off the mountain top. Crap…

 

He crawled over to where he'd left his pants. His knees didn't want to work properly. Getting into his pants took lying on his side and a great deal of struggling, as his butt couldn't handle any pressure at all. Finally clothed, he pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial.

 

A bright rude voice crackled in Reeve's ear. “Yo, what'cha want Reeve?”

 

Reeve sighed. “Reno, I need a helicopter.”

 

There was a full two breaths of silence over the phone, then Reno spoke in nearly a whisper. “You found him?”

 

Reeve nodded, then realized that Reno couldn't see his motions. “Yeah, and he's alive.”

 

“He is?”

 

“I'm going to need a blanket. His clothes…”

 

“Wait, he's alive?”

 

Reeve rolled his eyes. “Yes Reno, he's alive and naked. His clothes apparently burned off during reentry in the atmosphere.” Well, his armor did burn off…

 

Reno abruptly started shouting at the top of his lungs. “Yo! Hey, everybody! Reeve found him! He's alive!”

 

Reeve hissed and pulled the phone away from his ear. “Do you need my location?”

 

“No man, I got you on the GPS. Keep your shorts on, we're rockin' and rollin'! See you in a few…!” The phone died.

 

Reeve closed his phone and stared at the naked man passed out on the sand; the naked man that had just fucked him stupid. “Now what the fuck do I do?” He turned to look out at the horizon and was surprised to see a trace of indigo blue still in the sky in the far west.

 

Twilight had just ended and night had arrived.

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