Twisted Around

"You...can't mate... while you love someone?"

Chaos stared at the blond as he said. "Chaos, you know I love Vincent."

/Cloud, be careful./ Vincent wanted, and tried, to say.

Chaos said slowly. "I am well aware of that, Cloud."

"...Then why don't you understand?"

Chaos said. "I am not so sure you understand."

Cloud looked away. "You're right. Perhaps I don't."

"Shall I tell you?"

Cloud barely registered Chaos stepping towards him and placing his arms around him. "Cloud, I trust you love Valentine more than anyone else?"

A dangerous question. "Yes."

"Then I am sure this will be alright with you."

"What, Chaos?"

Cloud looked up at the demon. "Why won't you just tell me?"

Chaos leaned in beside Cloud's ear. "Perhaps you don't want to hear this..."

Cloud asked. "What?"

"We are already somewhat mated."

Cloud's eyes widened. "What? How?"

Chaos smirked. He ran a hand over Cloud's injured back. Cloud winced.

"You feel this...? I drew your blood already."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Chaos smiled. "You really have no clue, do you?"

"About what?"

"Mating."

"Well, not the demon kind..."

"That much is obvious."

"What am I missing, Chaos?!"

Chaos rested his cheek against Cloud's shoulder.

"Here..." His tongue traced a circle on Cloud's neck. "This is where..."

/Chaos./ Vincent warned.

/You must learn to share, Valentine.../

Chaos opened his mouth wider. "Chaos...?!"

Chaos began to slowly sink his teeth into Cloud's shoulder. "Chaos! Why are you..."

/Valentine, he tastes better than I could have ever dreamed.../

Vincent overthrew Chaos in his moment of weakness. He quickly withdrew his teeth before stepping hastily back.

/You ruin everything, Valentine./ Chaos sulked.

"Vincent....what in Gaia does that mean?" Cloud held one hand to his bleeding shoulder.

"It means, Cloud, that we are, essentially, mated."