Make Me Feel
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,091
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Make Me Feel
Disclaimer: As much as I wished I owned Vincent, Cloud, and the rest of the FF7 gang, I don't. They belong to Squaresoft and are merely being used in a demented way to get this idea out of my head.
A/N: This is my first yaoi attempt and it has a plot as well as some angst, so there's no NC-17 goodness just yet. Wait for Chapter 2 to get posted if you're that eager to read Cloud and Vincent get it on. Review please, lemme know just how good or bad I am with this story. Oh, and PessimisticPoet, thanks a million times over for answering that challenge I made. Miss Havok, I'm still waiting to see what you came up with. :P Well, on to the story now.
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Midgar, Sector Two, Plate Level. Reeve gave Tifa the building for her new bar shortly after becoming Mayor as well as ShinRa president. Every night, business is great because people don't just come for the food and drinks, they come to get glimpses of those who saved the Planet from Meteor. Now, on the one year anniversary of that event, Vincent Valentine sits off in a corner, red cape hanging off of him and almost touching the floor, crimson eyes not really looking at anything as he sips a bottle of beer. The stronger stuff can be saved for those men at the bar talking about Tifa as she mixes them up, the dark-haired man is in no mood to get drunk.
Everyone else is celebrating the day by talking, laughing, and joking with others about how close death came, but not Vincent. Instead, he thinks about the things he did to atone for his mistakes and how little they've done to make him feel any better. True, he no longer feels guilt about not being able to stop Hojo from creating Sephiroth, but he doesn't feel happy and upbeat like the other patrons here. The door then opens and Tifa's surprised gasp lets everyone know that Cloud Strife has arrived.
He walks in calmly, only a slight smile on his face as Tifa gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek. Most of the time, he'll return those gestures, but something seems to be weighing on his mind as well, so he almost brushes her off before spotting Vincent and crossing the room in a few long strides that cause his boots to clunk on the wooden floor. The spiky-haired one takes a seat next to his friend before ordering himself a beer as well.
"Hey, Vince. Barret told me you looked kinda down lately, but I didn't know it until I saw you sitting here like there's some huge weight on your chest. Wanna talk about it?" he asks, concern for his raven-haired friend written all over his face and voice. Strangely, he carries no sword on his back anymore, a sign of how well the new ShinRa is getting at controlling the Mako problems that lead to the creation of monsters.
For a while, he doesn't answer as he sits and thinks about how best to explain what's going on inside his mind. He then looks up and turns towards his onetime traveling companion. "I suppose the best way to say it is that I currently lack feelings. Hojo and Sephiroth are dead, I have earned my own forgiveness. I've also personally burned all of that scientist's works so that nobody else will ever be able to make another Sephiroth, or another me for that matter." Vincent's gaze then runs to his left arm, capable of moving and a small amount of sensation, but almost totally useless otherwise. "And before you ask, there's nothing you can do to help me out."
Cloud blinks a few times after hearing those words, then lets his mind roam. There has to be something he can do, he hates seeing his friend like this, so empty and uncaring about things. What he does next is totally impulsive and unexpected, even to him.
One of his hands moves out to lift up the ex-Turk's chin and draw him closer, and then he lets his lips settle over the mouth of the other man. Vincent goes along with it out of reflex, lifts his right hand up, and lets it rest on the blond's cheek. The response to that is nuzzling, along with a slight deepening of the kiss. Both mouths part and tongues brush against each other while the dark man allows himself to go along with it as long as his mind can pretend it's someone else on the other end. Then, a long-forgotten feeling stirs in his lower gut and he pulls away as if the touch burns him.
"What was that all about, Cloud? If it was an attempt to stir physical feelings within me, then I won't comment if it was a success or not. However, I want emotions, not simple desire. And I don't believe that I want either of those in connection with you." Vincent then stands up and takes a few small steps towards the door.
"Wait! Vince, don't walk away like that. It's not like I care about you as anything other than a friend, it's just that I thought you might want that, to just relax and forget about things for a while." The blond hangs his spiky head and sighs loudly, regretting the action and only thinking that he hopes he hasn't earned any undying hatred as a result of it.
Whipping around once just before his steps take him to the doorway, his only reply is simple and almost brutal in its shortness. "As long as you keep it that way, Strife, I think I might be able to talk to you someday soon." On that note, Vincent walks down the steps and off into the distance.
End of Chapter One
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A/N Please don't hate me for being mean to Cloud right now. I promise things will get a lot better for him the next time. I also promise lots of good Vincent angst.-CP
A/N: This is my first yaoi attempt and it has a plot as well as some angst, so there's no NC-17 goodness just yet. Wait for Chapter 2 to get posted if you're that eager to read Cloud and Vincent get it on. Review please, lemme know just how good or bad I am with this story. Oh, and PessimisticPoet, thanks a million times over for answering that challenge I made. Miss Havok, I'm still waiting to see what you came up with. :P Well, on to the story now.
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Midgar, Sector Two, Plate Level. Reeve gave Tifa the building for her new bar shortly after becoming Mayor as well as ShinRa president. Every night, business is great because people don't just come for the food and drinks, they come to get glimpses of those who saved the Planet from Meteor. Now, on the one year anniversary of that event, Vincent Valentine sits off in a corner, red cape hanging off of him and almost touching the floor, crimson eyes not really looking at anything as he sips a bottle of beer. The stronger stuff can be saved for those men at the bar talking about Tifa as she mixes them up, the dark-haired man is in no mood to get drunk.
Everyone else is celebrating the day by talking, laughing, and joking with others about how close death came, but not Vincent. Instead, he thinks about the things he did to atone for his mistakes and how little they've done to make him feel any better. True, he no longer feels guilt about not being able to stop Hojo from creating Sephiroth, but he doesn't feel happy and upbeat like the other patrons here. The door then opens and Tifa's surprised gasp lets everyone know that Cloud Strife has arrived.
He walks in calmly, only a slight smile on his face as Tifa gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek. Most of the time, he'll return those gestures, but something seems to be weighing on his mind as well, so he almost brushes her off before spotting Vincent and crossing the room in a few long strides that cause his boots to clunk on the wooden floor. The spiky-haired one takes a seat next to his friend before ordering himself a beer as well.
"Hey, Vince. Barret told me you looked kinda down lately, but I didn't know it until I saw you sitting here like there's some huge weight on your chest. Wanna talk about it?" he asks, concern for his raven-haired friend written all over his face and voice. Strangely, he carries no sword on his back anymore, a sign of how well the new ShinRa is getting at controlling the Mako problems that lead to the creation of monsters.
For a while, he doesn't answer as he sits and thinks about how best to explain what's going on inside his mind. He then looks up and turns towards his onetime traveling companion. "I suppose the best way to say it is that I currently lack feelings. Hojo and Sephiroth are dead, I have earned my own forgiveness. I've also personally burned all of that scientist's works so that nobody else will ever be able to make another Sephiroth, or another me for that matter." Vincent's gaze then runs to his left arm, capable of moving and a small amount of sensation, but almost totally useless otherwise. "And before you ask, there's nothing you can do to help me out."
Cloud blinks a few times after hearing those words, then lets his mind roam. There has to be something he can do, he hates seeing his friend like this, so empty and uncaring about things. What he does next is totally impulsive and unexpected, even to him.
One of his hands moves out to lift up the ex-Turk's chin and draw him closer, and then he lets his lips settle over the mouth of the other man. Vincent goes along with it out of reflex, lifts his right hand up, and lets it rest on the blond's cheek. The response to that is nuzzling, along with a slight deepening of the kiss. Both mouths part and tongues brush against each other while the dark man allows himself to go along with it as long as his mind can pretend it's someone else on the other end. Then, a long-forgotten feeling stirs in his lower gut and he pulls away as if the touch burns him.
"What was that all about, Cloud? If it was an attempt to stir physical feelings within me, then I won't comment if it was a success or not. However, I want emotions, not simple desire. And I don't believe that I want either of those in connection with you." Vincent then stands up and takes a few small steps towards the door.
"Wait! Vince, don't walk away like that. It's not like I care about you as anything other than a friend, it's just that I thought you might want that, to just relax and forget about things for a while." The blond hangs his spiky head and sighs loudly, regretting the action and only thinking that he hopes he hasn't earned any undying hatred as a result of it.
Whipping around once just before his steps take him to the doorway, his only reply is simple and almost brutal in its shortness. "As long as you keep it that way, Strife, I think I might be able to talk to you someday soon." On that note, Vincent walks down the steps and off into the distance.
End of Chapter One
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A/N Please don't hate me for being mean to Cloud right now. I promise things will get a lot better for him the next time. I also promise lots of good Vincent angst.-CP