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Whispers in the Roses
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Vincent
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
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1,267
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11
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Prologue
Whispers in the Roses
Flora Winters
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I am not making money off any of the chapters that are posted.
Summary: Vincent wants to put Cloud’s heart back together again, but will Cloud let him. This story will contain boy love, some language, and violence.
Prologue
The music was soft and the great flame was burning brightly. It was so warm against his pale flesh. He could smell something delicious being cooked and it caused his mouth to slightly water. The stars above his head were shining ever so brilliantly as he looked up at them. Cosmo Canyon was well named.
He looked to see that young children were dancing and laughing. It was such a special sight to see after such a long war to protect such innocent beauty. He leaned back, looking up at the cosmos that were looking down on him.
“What’s up, Cloud?” Nanaki asked, padding up to sit down beside him.
“Not a thing,” he smiled, reaching out to pet him. It was such a habit. “I love this place.”
Nanaki grinned with fangs. “Are you hungry?”
Cloud’s mouth was watering, but he shook his head, pulling his hand away. The food sure did smell good, but he had no apatite. He just wasn’t in the mood for anything tonight.
Nanaki nodded his head. “What do you have planned for the evening?”
Cloud cocked his head to the side, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. “I thought I might take a peak at your grandfather’s telescope again.”
“Sure,” Nanaki said, getting to all fours with easy grace. “I bet it makes him happy that you keep it from just sitting around unused.”
Cloud chuckled. He really did enjoy that crazy old man’s company. He had been such a trip.
“You know what I miss most about Grandpa?” Nanaki asked, wagging his tail. “I really miss his laugh.”
Cloud looked over at him. “I miss him, too.”
Nanaki threw his head back. “Ho, Ho, Hoo!”
Cloud followed suit and pretty soon the whole canyon was echoing with, “Ho, Ho, Hoo!”
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Cloud really was a master when it came to hiding his own pain. He hid it well behind a blinding white grin and a hearty laugh. He had even trained his molten blue eyes to smile with brilliant ease.
“Wow,” he whispered, catching sight of a giant red star. It was massive and it reminded him of something. No, it didn’t remind him of Meteor. It reminded him of a certain man’s crimson eyes.
It was glowing and blazing with vibrant radiance. It was a jewel burning in the silent darkness. Wow, it really did remind him of Vincent.
He began to wonder how the quiet vampire was doing. He seriously hoped he wasn’t back in that coffin. That was for damn sure. How he was able to sleep in that thing he would never know.
A yawn tiptoed in, snuck up behind him, and caused him to shake his head. Wow, the Sleep Faerie had so just smacked him across the back of the head with her silk pouch filled with jagged rocks.
He pulled out his cell phone, seeing that nobody had called him. It was odd. Tifa usually left him about two voicemails with Barrett singing in the background like an idiot.
Nanaki had taken over his grandfather’s bedroom and had turned his room into a guestroom. That is where he had been sleeping for the past two weeks. This was the only place he could come to in order to escape the world. It was like this place existed beyond the world. His pain was slightly muted and put on pause here. Well, it wasn’t really pain anymore. It was more like a deep chasm of sorrow and an ever present loneliness.
“Hey,” Nanaki said, looking up as he was climbing down the ladder from the observatory. He was nesting on the sofa, watching some kind of show on the television. It was so funny. This place was so spiritual and yet Bugenhagen had had a television. That old man really had been a hoot. “I brought you a yummy glazed chicken.”
“Oh,” Cloud asked, smelling the yummy from where he was, and hopped down. “What’s the glaze?”
Nanaki held up his front left paw, speaking like Yuffie did when she was mocking her father. “Secwet famiwee wespee.”
Cloud snorted. In this place he could laugh so freely.
“I’m off to bed, Cloud,” Nanaki told him, hopping off the sofa. “Goodnight.”
“Night,” Cloud said, waving him off. “Thanks for the chicken.”
Nanaki barked and vanished into his bedroom.
Cloud took a seat at the small table and opened up the basket. His blue eyes widened and his tummy growled. It was a whole chicken. Damn, it looked tasty.
He reached in, tore off a piece of white meat, and stuck it in his mouth. It was so tender, juicy, and it was tasty, too. It nearly caused him to have an orgasm.
“Wow,” he said, breaking off a leg. “This is some damn good chicken.”
He put the leg in his mouth, got to his feet, and walked over to grab a beer from the fridge. Bugenhagen seemed to have a never ending supply. It was like his spirit was making sure the fridge was never empty of beer.
Seven minutes and twenty-five seconds later, there was nothing but bones left in the basket. He had inhaled the whole thing. It was the best chicken he had ever had the pleasure of devouring. He had even sucked the marrow from the bones.
He finished off his cold bottle of beer and decided to call it a night. It was late and he decided on showering in the morning. He didn’t want to risk disturbing Nanaki.
He walked into his room, kicked off his boots, threw off his shirt into the pile with all the others, and went to brush his teeth. He looked at his affirmation written in toothpaste on the mirror, repeating it over and over every time he looked at it.
“I will be happy,” he told himself, spitting toothpaste from his mouth, rinsing his brush. “I will be happy.”
There was nothing wrong with the power of positive thinking. Zack and Aeris had always said so and that was good enough for him.
He smiled at his handsome twin in the mirror. “Goodnight…”
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Soft black silk whispered against his smooth white flesh as he slowly made his way down the serpent-like spiral. It felt as though this trail had more coils than a nest of snakes.
The gentle darkness softly hissed all around him as the candle flame flickered in his hand. It was his only light among these dark shadows.
It felt as though he had walked this slow path a thousand times and yet he had no idea where his feet were leading him. The darkness was so vibrant and so tangible. It was like he could feel it brushing against him. He actually wondered if he could reach out and touch it back.
He could hear the creaking of a wooden door opening up on rusty hinges that needed a good oiling. It echoed through the moving darkness in all its spookiness. A warm, scented breeze caused the candle flame to flicker and his silk clothing to billow around him.
Seriously, what in the world was he wearing? How did his mind come up with this stuff? Why was he trying to scare himself? He blamed Aeris. She had made him wear woman’s clothing and he had actually enjoyed it.
He suddenly found himself standing in a room, looking at an ornate wooden coffin. It was resting in between two large pillars with gentle candlelight burning all around. The glows were all shades of red and pinks.
Cloud suddenly realized the candle he had been holding was now gone. Where in the hell had it gone? Had it melted? His feet suddenly carried him forward in a flap of silk as the lid on the coffin began to rise in an eerie slowness. He knew he should feel all freaked out by this, but it was oddly peaceful.
A voice whispered to him and it was softer than an angel’s feather and silkier than a devil’s tongue. It sent delightful shivers racing like chocobos on Mako down his spine.
The scent of a thousand roses permeated the air as he gazed down into the wooden box. It was filled up to the top with luscious petals that were the color of blood. The entire coffin was filled with fragrant red rose petals. Some were even falling out, landing on the floor like discarded jewels.
Cloud slowly went down on his knees, silk billowing all around him like dark wings as a moth white hand rose up out of the petals. The smooth flesh was softly glowing like a pearl in sunlight.
Blue eyes widened when Vincent Valentine rose up like a glorious demonic god from out of the petals. His molten, ruby red eyes burned into Cloud from out of a handsome face that was glowing like a full moon in the night sky. Long, dark hair was hanging freely around his bare shoulders, and down his broad back.
His full, sensuous red lips were shimmering like garnet jewels, and his sharp teeth were so white they put snow to shame. He was reaching out for him with golden talons and Cloud felt like he should fall back, but instead, he fell forwards into the vampire’s powerful embrace.
The scent of roses was overwhelming, intoxicating his senses. Vincent’s body was so hard and his skin was so soft.
“Cloud?” He whispered in erotic question.
That was when Cloud found himself blinking in his bed. He looked around, realizing that he was sweating and was harder than a rock.
His eyes widened and he sat up in a horny panic. “Oh, no!”
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Vincent Valentine rolled over on his soft bed, smiling as he put the materia under his pillow, and pulled the covers up over his head.
TBC…
Flora Winters
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I am not making money off any of the chapters that are posted.
Summary: Vincent wants to put Cloud’s heart back together again, but will Cloud let him. This story will contain boy love, some language, and violence.
Prologue
The music was soft and the great flame was burning brightly. It was so warm against his pale flesh. He could smell something delicious being cooked and it caused his mouth to slightly water. The stars above his head were shining ever so brilliantly as he looked up at them. Cosmo Canyon was well named.
He looked to see that young children were dancing and laughing. It was such a special sight to see after such a long war to protect such innocent beauty. He leaned back, looking up at the cosmos that were looking down on him.
“What’s up, Cloud?” Nanaki asked, padding up to sit down beside him.
“Not a thing,” he smiled, reaching out to pet him. It was such a habit. “I love this place.”
Nanaki grinned with fangs. “Are you hungry?”
Cloud’s mouth was watering, but he shook his head, pulling his hand away. The food sure did smell good, but he had no apatite. He just wasn’t in the mood for anything tonight.
Nanaki nodded his head. “What do you have planned for the evening?”
Cloud cocked his head to the side, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. “I thought I might take a peak at your grandfather’s telescope again.”
“Sure,” Nanaki said, getting to all fours with easy grace. “I bet it makes him happy that you keep it from just sitting around unused.”
Cloud chuckled. He really did enjoy that crazy old man’s company. He had been such a trip.
“You know what I miss most about Grandpa?” Nanaki asked, wagging his tail. “I really miss his laugh.”
Cloud looked over at him. “I miss him, too.”
Nanaki threw his head back. “Ho, Ho, Hoo!”
Cloud followed suit and pretty soon the whole canyon was echoing with, “Ho, Ho, Hoo!”
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Cloud really was a master when it came to hiding his own pain. He hid it well behind a blinding white grin and a hearty laugh. He had even trained his molten blue eyes to smile with brilliant ease.
“Wow,” he whispered, catching sight of a giant red star. It was massive and it reminded him of something. No, it didn’t remind him of Meteor. It reminded him of a certain man’s crimson eyes.
It was glowing and blazing with vibrant radiance. It was a jewel burning in the silent darkness. Wow, it really did remind him of Vincent.
He began to wonder how the quiet vampire was doing. He seriously hoped he wasn’t back in that coffin. That was for damn sure. How he was able to sleep in that thing he would never know.
A yawn tiptoed in, snuck up behind him, and caused him to shake his head. Wow, the Sleep Faerie had so just smacked him across the back of the head with her silk pouch filled with jagged rocks.
He pulled out his cell phone, seeing that nobody had called him. It was odd. Tifa usually left him about two voicemails with Barrett singing in the background like an idiot.
Nanaki had taken over his grandfather’s bedroom and had turned his room into a guestroom. That is where he had been sleeping for the past two weeks. This was the only place he could come to in order to escape the world. It was like this place existed beyond the world. His pain was slightly muted and put on pause here. Well, it wasn’t really pain anymore. It was more like a deep chasm of sorrow and an ever present loneliness.
“Hey,” Nanaki said, looking up as he was climbing down the ladder from the observatory. He was nesting on the sofa, watching some kind of show on the television. It was so funny. This place was so spiritual and yet Bugenhagen had had a television. That old man really had been a hoot. “I brought you a yummy glazed chicken.”
“Oh,” Cloud asked, smelling the yummy from where he was, and hopped down. “What’s the glaze?”
Nanaki held up his front left paw, speaking like Yuffie did when she was mocking her father. “Secwet famiwee wespee.”
Cloud snorted. In this place he could laugh so freely.
“I’m off to bed, Cloud,” Nanaki told him, hopping off the sofa. “Goodnight.”
“Night,” Cloud said, waving him off. “Thanks for the chicken.”
Nanaki barked and vanished into his bedroom.
Cloud took a seat at the small table and opened up the basket. His blue eyes widened and his tummy growled. It was a whole chicken. Damn, it looked tasty.
He reached in, tore off a piece of white meat, and stuck it in his mouth. It was so tender, juicy, and it was tasty, too. It nearly caused him to have an orgasm.
“Wow,” he said, breaking off a leg. “This is some damn good chicken.”
He put the leg in his mouth, got to his feet, and walked over to grab a beer from the fridge. Bugenhagen seemed to have a never ending supply. It was like his spirit was making sure the fridge was never empty of beer.
Seven minutes and twenty-five seconds later, there was nothing but bones left in the basket. He had inhaled the whole thing. It was the best chicken he had ever had the pleasure of devouring. He had even sucked the marrow from the bones.
He finished off his cold bottle of beer and decided to call it a night. It was late and he decided on showering in the morning. He didn’t want to risk disturbing Nanaki.
He walked into his room, kicked off his boots, threw off his shirt into the pile with all the others, and went to brush his teeth. He looked at his affirmation written in toothpaste on the mirror, repeating it over and over every time he looked at it.
“I will be happy,” he told himself, spitting toothpaste from his mouth, rinsing his brush. “I will be happy.”
There was nothing wrong with the power of positive thinking. Zack and Aeris had always said so and that was good enough for him.
He smiled at his handsome twin in the mirror. “Goodnight…”
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Soft black silk whispered against his smooth white flesh as he slowly made his way down the serpent-like spiral. It felt as though this trail had more coils than a nest of snakes.
The gentle darkness softly hissed all around him as the candle flame flickered in his hand. It was his only light among these dark shadows.
It felt as though he had walked this slow path a thousand times and yet he had no idea where his feet were leading him. The darkness was so vibrant and so tangible. It was like he could feel it brushing against him. He actually wondered if he could reach out and touch it back.
He could hear the creaking of a wooden door opening up on rusty hinges that needed a good oiling. It echoed through the moving darkness in all its spookiness. A warm, scented breeze caused the candle flame to flicker and his silk clothing to billow around him.
Seriously, what in the world was he wearing? How did his mind come up with this stuff? Why was he trying to scare himself? He blamed Aeris. She had made him wear woman’s clothing and he had actually enjoyed it.
He suddenly found himself standing in a room, looking at an ornate wooden coffin. It was resting in between two large pillars with gentle candlelight burning all around. The glows were all shades of red and pinks.
Cloud suddenly realized the candle he had been holding was now gone. Where in the hell had it gone? Had it melted? His feet suddenly carried him forward in a flap of silk as the lid on the coffin began to rise in an eerie slowness. He knew he should feel all freaked out by this, but it was oddly peaceful.
A voice whispered to him and it was softer than an angel’s feather and silkier than a devil’s tongue. It sent delightful shivers racing like chocobos on Mako down his spine.
The scent of a thousand roses permeated the air as he gazed down into the wooden box. It was filled up to the top with luscious petals that were the color of blood. The entire coffin was filled with fragrant red rose petals. Some were even falling out, landing on the floor like discarded jewels.
Cloud slowly went down on his knees, silk billowing all around him like dark wings as a moth white hand rose up out of the petals. The smooth flesh was softly glowing like a pearl in sunlight.
Blue eyes widened when Vincent Valentine rose up like a glorious demonic god from out of the petals. His molten, ruby red eyes burned into Cloud from out of a handsome face that was glowing like a full moon in the night sky. Long, dark hair was hanging freely around his bare shoulders, and down his broad back.
His full, sensuous red lips were shimmering like garnet jewels, and his sharp teeth were so white they put snow to shame. He was reaching out for him with golden talons and Cloud felt like he should fall back, but instead, he fell forwards into the vampire’s powerful embrace.
The scent of roses was overwhelming, intoxicating his senses. Vincent’s body was so hard and his skin was so soft.
“Cloud?” He whispered in erotic question.
That was when Cloud found himself blinking in his bed. He looked around, realizing that he was sweating and was harder than a rock.
His eyes widened and he sat up in a horny panic. “Oh, no!”
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Vincent Valentine rolled over on his soft bed, smiling as he put the materia under his pillow, and pulled the covers up over his head.
TBC…