Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight ~ A FFVII / DoC Fan-Fiction ❯ Chapter Four ~ End ( Chapter 4 )

Twilight ~A FF7 Fan Fiction

by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Four ~

 

Seated at his desk in his small and cramped office at WRO headquarters, Reeve flipped yet another paper onto the `outgoing' pile, then leaned back in his squeaky desk chair. He rubbed at his burning eyes and lifted his coffee cup. It was empty, and had been for about an hour. The coffee maker had been off for over an hour, so unless he made a whole pot, no more was to be had. He set the cup back down. It was a good four hours after closing and nearing nine o'clock. He really ought to go home.

 

He didn't want to go home.

 

He didn't want to go to his empty apartment, and his empty bed, and the dreams that had been haunting him of night black hair, moon-pale skin, burning eyes and a cock that made him scream.

 

It had been a month, a whole fucking month since…then. He hadn't seen Vincent since the Turks had airlifted him from the camp-site. He had no idea where they took him. Not to an ordinary hospital, that was for sure.

 

He'd called Reno, once.

 

The red-head's voice had been soft over his cell. “He's good; recovering real nice.”

 

Reeve had even swallowed his pride. “Has he said…anything?”

 

Reno chuckled. “Why? You ready to talk about the way your clothes were all torn to hell except for your pants? Or how you were couldn't sit down on the helicopter? Or the way you walked to your tent? Or even the interesting scratches all over your stomach? Or how about the…?”

 

His face burning, he shouted in raw embarrassment. “Reno!”

 

“Yeah? No, he hasn't said…anything.” Reno snickered, then sighed. “Truthfully, I don't think he remembers.”

 

Reeve felt a stab of pain in his heart. “Oh, well then, that's good.” Gaia's tits, he didn't want to add to the man's already overwhelming mountain of guilt. It wasn't rape… It might have been a bit non-consensual at first but… He shook his head. You can't rape the willing.

 

Reno snorted. “Well, right after that fight, he probably wasn't in his right mind. I should know. After fights I do crazy shit that I can't remember all the time…”

 

Reeve felt painful laughter well up, but he bit it back to just a small chuckle. No, he definitely wasn't in his right mind. “Not everybody drinks as much as you do either.”

 

Reno laughed. “Well no, but Rude sure tries!” His chuckles died away. “Hey are you…okay? He didn't do, like serious damage, did he?”

 

Reeve sighed. “I'm fine. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle.”

 

“Oh really? How about I come down there for a visit and let you handle me?”

 

Reeve snorted and rubbed at his eyes. “Because your lover is not only a jealous bastard, he's a fucking powerful jealous bastard. No thank you, I have no interest in high-speed lead poisoning, and neither do you.”

 

Reno chuckled. “You have a point. Pissing off Rufus would be a bad idea, even for me.”

 

Reeve sighed. “Thanks Reno.”

 

“Sure, anytime Reeve. Take care of yourself, `kay?”

 

Reeve felt a smile lift his lips. “I'm certainly trying.”

 

“Hey you know if you're looking for company, Rude has a honking big dick, and I know for sure that he'd love to bend you…”

 

What? Reeve stiffened in alarm. “Good night Reno!”

 

“Night!”

 

Reeve closed his phone and pocketed it. “Mother of Heaven, did he tell everybody?” He closed his eyes and sighed. “Of course he did, he's Reno, the biggest mouth in Midgar.” Especially when it came to who was screwing who.

 

Reeve's stomach rumbled in complaint. He took that as a blatant message to get his ass out of there and at least get something to eat. Sighing, he grabbed his long blue coat from the back of his chair and tossed it over his shoulder. He didn't like wearing it in public when he was officially off-duty. It brought too much attention to him, and his position, sometimes from the wrong end of a gun.

 

He left his office and strode down the hall to the elevators wondering if he should accept Rufus's offer of a team of bodyguards? He pressed the elevator door button and snorted. “And let ShinRa in on every detail of what I'm doing? I think…not.”

 

Five minutes later, Reeve walked out of the less than modern WRO building and headed out into the parking lot toward his jeep. It was parked all by itself under the only streetlight that had apparently decided to go out. He sighed. It figures… He pulled out his keys and reached for the door-handle.

 

A tall shadow separated from the side of the vehicle.

 

Crap…! Reeve whipped his gun out from his shoulder holster and pointed it at the shadow. He spoke clearly and strongly. “Can I help you?”

 

“Reeve…”

 

Reeve stiffened, his heart dropping into his boots even as heat spilled downward and began to tighten behind his fly. He knew that voice. He would know it until the day he dropped dead. He lifted the nose of his gun, pointing it at the sky and squinted to see into the dark. “Vincent?”

 

The tall figure stepped into a pool of light, revealing a man in a dark suit with long black hair blowing in the slight breeze. His brow was neatly bound in a red cloth directly about his scarlet eyes. It matched his tie.

 

Reeve blinked. “A suit…? Oh wait, I forgot you were working with the Turks.” He tucked his gun back into its holster and shook his head. “It's still hard to believe.”

 

Vincent's lips curved upward in the slightest of smiles. “They can't make me do anything I don't wish to do.”

 

Well, that was certainly true. Reeve lifted his brow. “So you err…like breaking kneecaps?”

 

Vincent's smile widened, showing a hint of fangs. “On occasion. I started out as a Turk, you know.”

 

Reeve nodded. “I'd heard that too.”

 

Vincent shrugged. “It pays the bills.”

 

Reeve swallowed and looked away, unable to think of a thing more to say. He stepped a little to the side to ease the tightness in his pants.

 

“Reeve…”

 

Reeve looked up. “Yeah?”

 

Vincent dropped his gaze to the pavement. “When you found me, on the mountain…”

 

Reeve winced. So he does remember…

 

He looked up at Reeve. “I wasn't in my right mind, and for what it's worth, I'm…sorry.”

 

Anger burned up Reeve's spine. Stupid, arrogant, bastard! Like, the whole thing was his fault? “Maybe you're sorry, but I'm not!”

 

Vincent blinked. “Reeve?”

 

Reeve set his hands on his hips and bared his teeth. “Don't you dare take the blame for…for what happened. You were stuck and I…” He glanced away and his voice softened. “I volunteered to…help, okay?” Well, he hadn't realized he was volunteering for that, but that was beside the point. He waved his hand out in dismissal and shot a glare at Vincent. “Look, I don't want any guilt-trips on my account, you hear me?”

 

Vincent shook his head. “But I…?”

 

Reeve threw up his hands, and practically shouted. “Yeah, you fucked me! But it wasn't rape, okay? I…” He swallowed. Goddess, this was embarrassing. “I wanted it.” He folded his arms over his chest. “You didn't even…hurt me.” Much.

 

Chin down, Vincent looked up at him from under his wind-blown dark hair. “You shouldn't have said that Reeve.”

 

Reeve snorted. “Why the fuck not? You have enough guilt-trips weighing you down. I'm not about to add to it.”

 

Vincent stepped closer to Reeve, his scarlet eyes clearly visible in the shadows. “Because you have a strong soul, and it…draws me.”

 

Reeve stepped back. “What, are you…hungry again?” He shook his head. “Wait, don't you have a lover?” It was something he'd heard from Reno. Biggest mouth in Midgar, seriously.

 

Vincent looked away, into the distance. “I do, but he's not…ready, yet.”

 

Reeve tilted his head and lifted his brow. “So what do you want from me? A booty-call? Someone you call when you need a quick fuck?” He couldn't help but smile at the silliness of the idea.

 

Vincent turned to stare at him. “Your soul is strong enough.”

 

Reeve smile dissolved and he swallowed. Yeah, but I don't think my heart is. “I don't know if I can be someone you just…fuck.”

 

Vincent sighed. “I won't promise what I can't give.”

 

Reeve smiled tightly, despite the pain he felt with every beat of his heart. “I know. You're not that kind of guy.”

 

Vincent tilted his head. “Would you, consider it, at least?”

 

Reeve looked down at the toes of his boots. He couldn't look Vincent in the eye. Gaia's tits, Vincent was asking if he wanted to be fuck buddies. His cock was all for it, but he wasn't sure how if he could handle it when it ended. He looked up at Vincent and opened his mouth to say, `I can't…'

 

Vincent stepped closer, his steps silent. His face was bone white perfection under all that midnight hair, his lips full and red. His scarlet eyes stared straight into Reeve's with a hint of flame dancing in the back.

 

Reeve stiffened. “I thought you said Chaos went back to the earth?”

 

Vincent smiled, showing a hint of long incisors. “It did, but I am still its avatar. Should Chaos return, it is my body it will return to, and so I remain as I was, Chaos's perfect host.”

 

Reeve looked away from Vincent's burning gaze. “Oh.”

 

Vincent leaned closer, his gaze hooded over his scarlet gaze. “Reeve…” He took a deep breath, his eyes closing briefly. “Your scent… It's so rich.” He opened his eyes and frowned slightly. “You're aroused.”

 

Reeve hastily stepped back and shrugged one shoulder. “Okay, yeah, so you turn me on.”

 

“Is that so?” Vincent's lips curved upward and he stepped closer.

 

“Whoa! Hey!” Reeve hastily put up both hands to stop Vincent's approach. “I am not having sex in the parking lot!”

 

A full smile bloomed across Vincent's lips. “Then where would you prefer?”

 

Reeve sucked in a breath. Blood and night, the man's smile was beautiful. “Look, I'll…consider your offer.” And probably dream about it. “But that's all!”

 

Vincent's smile disappeared to be replaced with a scowl. He stepped back. “I will return for your answer, Reeve.” Shadows erupted around him and swirled like torn fabric, then scattered to nothing.

 

Reeve blinked at the empty space where Vincent used to be. Shit…

 

~ End ~