Whispers in the Roses
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Vincent
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Adult +
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12
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Chapter Ten
Whispers in the Roses
Flora Winters
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I'm not making any money either.
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.
Chapter Ten
And some nights you’re breathing fire
And some nights you’re carved in ice
Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before or will again
And maybe I’m crazy
Oh it’s crazy and it’s true
I know you can save me
No one else can save me now but you
--Meatloaf
The water shimmered a sparkling blue while pale beams of golden sunlight filtered down through the crystalline white trees. It was flowing ever so gently, sounding of soft angel sighs in the serene silence of the Ancient’s forest. There was magic in this tranquil wood. A power that sleeps deep within the haunting music that seems to silently play like a gentle beating of a heart.
Cloud was floating on his back in this clear pool of water, letting the sun warm his wintry pale flesh. The sunlight struck the droplets which clung to his skin, causing him to glitter like a crystal star in all that luminous blue. He was gazing up at the trees, watching them glow with an inner radiance. Small orbs of silver and aqua fire began to dance through the rose-scented air over his blond head.
He slowly and elegantly raised an arm up out of the water, watching how each drop dripped from his hand like diamonds. A tiny orb settled on his extended index finger, glowing with a cool fire.
A voice called to him on the gentle blowing wind, causing the orb to zip back up into the air with all the other dancing gems with invisible wings. He stood up in the water, feeling the slow currents flow like silk around his body. Gazing down, he watched how a flowing garment was weaving itself around his frame, knitting itself from the very essence of the water. It was pale, shimmering like soft moonlight though violet clouds, looking more delicate than expensive spider silk.
The voice summoned like a powerful spell, calling out to him as if he were a moth being beckoned by a seductive flame. His shapely feet began to move, stepping gracefully across the smooth rocks under them. He was completely dry, racing through the forest, running towards that calling voice, sending orbs of light flickering all around. If anyone had been looking, they would have thought him a beautiful deity running through the sacred woods with billowing wings of starlight trailing from behind him. His heart was aching and tears streamed from his eyes. He wanted comfort. He needed it so badly.
“Where are you?” He cried, stopping, panting before a massive tree of brilliant radiance, looking this way and that in a frantic manner. His eyes widened and he completely melted into those powerful arms that suddenly embraced him from behind. The darkness was filled with lights, and the warmth was seeping into his frozen bones. He could smell the intoxicatingly sweet scent of blood-red roses.
“Let me love you, Cloud,” that deep voice whispered in his ear. It was softer than the feel of scarlet petals. “Let my love fill, balm those bleeding cracks in your heart.”
Cloud trembled, not daring to close his tear-filled eyes.
“You don’t have to be alone,” the voice told him, arms squeezing him with such reserved strength. The scent from that snowy flesh was clouding his mind, making him want to fall. “I just want to hold and love you, Cloud.”
Cloud slowly turned around in those arms, looking up into Vincent’s handsome face. Those amazing eyes were burning with the molten color of love. They looked hotter than the surface of the sun. He felt those crimson-black wings fold themselves around him in their draconic heat. This man was a beautiful angel come to save him from himself. He had been drowning so long in the ocean his sorrow had made him cry, and this amazing man was always there with an extended hand, waiting for him to take hold.
“I don’t want to cry anymore, Vincent,” he said, choking back a painful sob, holding onto that muscular hard body with all his might. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”
He felt the kiss upon his smooth throat and a golden claw slide down, gripping the left side of his firm ass. Those perfect white teeth grazed him, making him moan, wishing their razor sharpness would bite down, and taking claim of him for all time.
That translucent silk slithered and whispered as Vincent got him down on his back under that mighty tree. Cloud could feel the bigger man’s aching desire, getting just as hard himself. He wanted this. He needed this.
“NO!” He cried, sitting up straight in the small bed, gasping for breath, looking around with wild, blue eyes. He put a shaking hand over his trembling mouth as liquid salt dripped from his eyes.
He couldn’t! No matter how much he wanted it to be true, he just couldn’t. It felt like he would be cheating. Even though his dreams told him differently, he just couldn’t allow his heart to let another in. He couldn’t handle another loss. In fact, he couldn’t handle anything right now. His mind was already cracked and cracking even more as the days moved on in their painfully slow progression. He couldn’t take another heart-shattering blow. It hurt. He was hurting so much.
“I’m sorry,” he wept into his arm pillow, smothering his sobs. “I’m so sorry.”
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Vincent squeezed his golden talons tightly at his side, biting down hard enough on his bottom lip to draw a droplet of blood. He blinked his wet eyes, keeping the stinging tears at bay, looking out at the careless ocean. The air was salty and the ship bounced gently every now and then as it glided across the calm waters.
“Hey,” a voice said from behind, making him rub his nose. It was Yuffie. She had tagged along. In fact, she hadn’t let go of his cloak since they boarded the vessel. “Don’t give up, Vin.”
“We’ll reach Junon in two days,” he said, betraying no emotion whatsoever. “If the weather chooses to stay as it is.”
“Super,” Yuffie giggled, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her voice suddenly changed. It didn’t sound like her at all. “I knew Cloud’s boyfriend.”
Vincent stiffened just ever so slightly. She had known Zack Fair? She had known the ghost that forever keeps Cloud’s bed and heart colder than ice?
“He wasn’t the sharpest sword in the dojo,” she said, letting him go, stepping up to stand beside him. “But, he was the funniest and kindest guy I ever had the wicked pleasure to harass.”
Vincent smiled.
“He taught me so many things. He really was made of awesome now that I think about it,” she said, holding up his wallet. Vincent rolled his eyes, taking it back. “He taught me how to be the greatest thief on and below the face of the planet.”
He reached into his pocket, pulling out the jewel rose he had purchased back in Cosmo Canyon during the festival. It sparkled with a hidden power. He put his own pains aside.
He loved Cloud.
“I’m going to go check on Cloud,” she said, racing off like the wind before he could say anything. The girl was like a firecracker.
He closed his gloved hand over the beautiful trinket, looking up at the sky with no blue. It looked to be sad. Was it going to start crying? He sure felt like it.
He lowered his head, squeezing the little treasure. “I won’t let you fall, Cloud.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what ya’ll think. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to update. School is being a wicked, wicked monster. I NEED A HERO!
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and I'm not making any money either.
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.
Chapter Ten
And some nights you’re breathing fire
And some nights you’re carved in ice
Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before or will again
And maybe I’m crazy
Oh it’s crazy and it’s true
I know you can save me
No one else can save me now but you
--Meatloaf
The water shimmered a sparkling blue while pale beams of golden sunlight filtered down through the crystalline white trees. It was flowing ever so gently, sounding of soft angel sighs in the serene silence of the Ancient’s forest. There was magic in this tranquil wood. A power that sleeps deep within the haunting music that seems to silently play like a gentle beating of a heart.
Cloud was floating on his back in this clear pool of water, letting the sun warm his wintry pale flesh. The sunlight struck the droplets which clung to his skin, causing him to glitter like a crystal star in all that luminous blue. He was gazing up at the trees, watching them glow with an inner radiance. Small orbs of silver and aqua fire began to dance through the rose-scented air over his blond head.
He slowly and elegantly raised an arm up out of the water, watching how each drop dripped from his hand like diamonds. A tiny orb settled on his extended index finger, glowing with a cool fire.
A voice called to him on the gentle blowing wind, causing the orb to zip back up into the air with all the other dancing gems with invisible wings. He stood up in the water, feeling the slow currents flow like silk around his body. Gazing down, he watched how a flowing garment was weaving itself around his frame, knitting itself from the very essence of the water. It was pale, shimmering like soft moonlight though violet clouds, looking more delicate than expensive spider silk.
The voice summoned like a powerful spell, calling out to him as if he were a moth being beckoned by a seductive flame. His shapely feet began to move, stepping gracefully across the smooth rocks under them. He was completely dry, racing through the forest, running towards that calling voice, sending orbs of light flickering all around. If anyone had been looking, they would have thought him a beautiful deity running through the sacred woods with billowing wings of starlight trailing from behind him. His heart was aching and tears streamed from his eyes. He wanted comfort. He needed it so badly.
“Where are you?” He cried, stopping, panting before a massive tree of brilliant radiance, looking this way and that in a frantic manner. His eyes widened and he completely melted into those powerful arms that suddenly embraced him from behind. The darkness was filled with lights, and the warmth was seeping into his frozen bones. He could smell the intoxicatingly sweet scent of blood-red roses.
“Let me love you, Cloud,” that deep voice whispered in his ear. It was softer than the feel of scarlet petals. “Let my love fill, balm those bleeding cracks in your heart.”
Cloud trembled, not daring to close his tear-filled eyes.
“You don’t have to be alone,” the voice told him, arms squeezing him with such reserved strength. The scent from that snowy flesh was clouding his mind, making him want to fall. “I just want to hold and love you, Cloud.”
Cloud slowly turned around in those arms, looking up into Vincent’s handsome face. Those amazing eyes were burning with the molten color of love. They looked hotter than the surface of the sun. He felt those crimson-black wings fold themselves around him in their draconic heat. This man was a beautiful angel come to save him from himself. He had been drowning so long in the ocean his sorrow had made him cry, and this amazing man was always there with an extended hand, waiting for him to take hold.
“I don’t want to cry anymore, Vincent,” he said, choking back a painful sob, holding onto that muscular hard body with all his might. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”
He felt the kiss upon his smooth throat and a golden claw slide down, gripping the left side of his firm ass. Those perfect white teeth grazed him, making him moan, wishing their razor sharpness would bite down, and taking claim of him for all time.
That translucent silk slithered and whispered as Vincent got him down on his back under that mighty tree. Cloud could feel the bigger man’s aching desire, getting just as hard himself. He wanted this. He needed this.
“NO!” He cried, sitting up straight in the small bed, gasping for breath, looking around with wild, blue eyes. He put a shaking hand over his trembling mouth as liquid salt dripped from his eyes.
He couldn’t! No matter how much he wanted it to be true, he just couldn’t. It felt like he would be cheating. Even though his dreams told him differently, he just couldn’t allow his heart to let another in. He couldn’t handle another loss. In fact, he couldn’t handle anything right now. His mind was already cracked and cracking even more as the days moved on in their painfully slow progression. He couldn’t take another heart-shattering blow. It hurt. He was hurting so much.
“I’m sorry,” he wept into his arm pillow, smothering his sobs. “I’m so sorry.”
0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Vincent squeezed his golden talons tightly at his side, biting down hard enough on his bottom lip to draw a droplet of blood. He blinked his wet eyes, keeping the stinging tears at bay, looking out at the careless ocean. The air was salty and the ship bounced gently every now and then as it glided across the calm waters.
“Hey,” a voice said from behind, making him rub his nose. It was Yuffie. She had tagged along. In fact, she hadn’t let go of his cloak since they boarded the vessel. “Don’t give up, Vin.”
“We’ll reach Junon in two days,” he said, betraying no emotion whatsoever. “If the weather chooses to stay as it is.”
“Super,” Yuffie giggled, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her voice suddenly changed. It didn’t sound like her at all. “I knew Cloud’s boyfriend.”
Vincent stiffened just ever so slightly. She had known Zack Fair? She had known the ghost that forever keeps Cloud’s bed and heart colder than ice?
“He wasn’t the sharpest sword in the dojo,” she said, letting him go, stepping up to stand beside him. “But, he was the funniest and kindest guy I ever had the wicked pleasure to harass.”
Vincent smiled.
“He taught me so many things. He really was made of awesome now that I think about it,” she said, holding up his wallet. Vincent rolled his eyes, taking it back. “He taught me how to be the greatest thief on and below the face of the planet.”
He reached into his pocket, pulling out the jewel rose he had purchased back in Cosmo Canyon during the festival. It sparkled with a hidden power. He put his own pains aside.
He loved Cloud.
“I’m going to go check on Cloud,” she said, racing off like the wind before he could say anything. The girl was like a firecracker.
He closed his gloved hand over the beautiful trinket, looking up at the sky with no blue. It looked to be sad. Was it going to start crying? He sure felt like it.
He lowered his head, squeezing the little treasure. “I won’t let you fall, Cloud.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what ya’ll think. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to update. School is being a wicked, wicked monster. I NEED A HERO!
Flora.