Make Me Feel

Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to, I still don't own Vincent or Cloud. This fic is just my warped mind getting a wonderfully evil idea out of it.

A/N: I received NO reviews for Chapter 1...what is it with you people? It might not have been what you were expecting right away, but at least let me know that. This is definitely the end to this fic as well as my first ever lemon attempt so please lemme know if I'm any good at writing this kinda thing. Well, on with Chapter 2 after this note- the paragraphs in italics are a dream.

I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
~Linkin Park- Somewhere I Belong
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Outside the bar, Vincent Valentine leans up against the wall and takes several deep breaths while trying to make sense of what happened just minutes before. Cloud, of all people, had kissed him and implied the desire to do more. If had been Cid, the ex-Turk would have been more than willing to go along with that desire but Cloud? He and Tifa sure act the part of the happy couple...maybe it's just an act for the sake of the curious world. In any case, Vincent's made his decision and he rarely changes his mind. Standing up fully, he brushes some dirt from his crimson cape before heading towards the small building he calls home here in Midgar.

The place is decorated in red and black like the man who lives there, somber colors other would say but they're the colors he loves the best. A key turns in the lock, the door swings open, and Vincent takes the few steps that bring him inside the entrance. His cape had been unbuttoned with one hand before entering, so it quickly hangs on the hook reserved for it just before the raven-haired man sits down in a chair and unties his shoes, then kicks them off.

His mind, warped from Mako but still intelligent, continues to think about that damned kiss in the bar and what Cloud had said. True, he does need to forget about things but will forgetting really be found in Cloud's bed, or anyone else's for that matter? Vincent wants, no, needs emotions, to feel like he matters to someone, including himself. Having ended his thoughts for the time being, he makes his way to the bed draped in black satin sheets, takes off his shirt, lies down, and slowly falls asleep.

The basement of the ShinRa mansion stretches out before him, not dusty and abandoned as it was found by the Planet's saviors, but brightly lit and filled with test tubes and lab notes. The time of Hojo and his experiments. He walks cautiously towards the back, where all the books are, then spots the woman he's missed for 30 years. Lucrecia acts as if nothing is unusual with this meeting, then walks to Vincent slowly, raises a hand, and runs it down his cheek as a sad smile crosses her face. All the while, the dark man's mind races about the nature of this dream. Will it be nightmare, memory, or something in between?

"Vincent, you have done what you promised to by killing the one that used me for evil as well as killing my son. He deserved it, so do not feel bad about that. What I am surprised by now is the fact that you seem to feel nothing at all. It almost disturbs me that you wish to feel, yet turned down an offer that would have given you at least physical sensations, which are a type of feelings. In , on, one type of feeling may lead to another, so rethink your actions because I do not wish to see you so lifeless. You're not asleep any more, now act like it." With that, she turns around and disappears before everything seems to spin and dissolve into nothingness around him.

Rather startled, he wakes up and takes a few deep breaths before running his hand across his forehead and tries to comprehend the images of his dream. Had she actually told him to go running back to Cloud as if he were a stupid girl admitting a mistake? Not directly, but Lucrecia had told him to rethink his actions and find physical touch because it could lead to the emotion he so desires. The only person offering such contact has been Cloud, much to Vincent's chagrin. Not his top choice, but it could have been worse - Barret for example. Maybe this will have a good outcome in the end.

Once his decision is made, Vincent rolls over to look at the clock. Three AM...the bar is closed now, Cloud will be at his house right now. The ex-Turk stands up, then redresses carefully and ignores the voice inside his head telling him to just stay home and not let anything happen tonight, or maybe any night. Once finished, he leaves Death Penalty on the table, opens the door, and hails a passing cab that takes him to the large house in Sector Three. A knock on the door is all it takes to bring the blonde, and the only words Vincent can force himself to say are, "Make me feel, Cloud."

It takes a few minutes for those words to register in his mind, but when they do his jaw nearly drops with the surprise of it all. Such a change of mind, or maybe heart, in a few hours had to have been caused by something but right now is not the time to ask. Cloud's mind registers this as a time for action before Vincent experiences another sudden change that forces him to leave as suddenly as he arrived.

After coming to his senses, the door is swung wider open and one hand gestures for the cloaked man to enter. The responding strides are almost hesitant, but they're made nonetheless, sealing Vincent's momentary fate when the door shuts.

No words need to be spoken before soft pink lips once again find their way up against the cool ones of the pale man. This time, there is no hesitation before their two bodies press against each other almost needily and Vincent's arms move slightly so that they're around Cloud's back, holding him close. This feels almost right in some strange sense...maybe Lucrecia's prediction will hold true to put an end to all of his loneliness. The smaller man then intensifies things by allowing his tongue to slowly enter into the ex-Turk's mouth, where it is met by an immediate response of Vincent's own brushing up against it.

Surprisingly, the next move belongs to Vincent, who raises his normal arm up to his neck and unsnaps his cape, allowing it to fall behind him. Cloud breaks the kiss for a moment, looks over the not-so-covered form of the raven-haired man, and then looks up long enough to allow blue eyes, the desire in them fairly obvious, to meet those crimson ones no longer as cold as they once were. Lips once again meet, but this time, a slow grinding of clothed bodies against each other begins. The friction is enough to release a very low groan from Vincent as the heat he felt earlier stirs up again and settles just below his stomach.

A short while longer is all of the pleasing torment the spiky blond can endure, causing him to break the kiss, run his slightly callused hands across the black silk shirt of the object of his desire, and slowly begin to unbutton it. Crimson eyes close slowly and a slight gasp passes through his lips at the slightest touch of fingers against his bare skin.

At least thirty years have passed since the last time he felt that, and it's a pleasantly refreshing experience to say the least. As soon as all of the buttons have been undone, the shirt easily slides from Vincent's shoulders to fall to the floor, disregarded for the moment.

Cloud almost smirks then while his hands repeat their earlier motion across Vincent's chest and he hears a low groan in response. Two hands, one pale and one metal, move under his own shirt and attempt to remove it. Unfortunately those claws aren't really designed to be useful so Vincent end up muttering a few choice profanities learned from Cid before the blonde is also stripped to the waist. The sound of people murmuring as they walk by reminds Cloud of their closeness to the outdoors so he takes the ex-Turk by the hand and leads him to the bedroom, thinking about how humiliating it would be if someone were to look in through those curtainless windows.

The relative security of the room feels comforting to Vincent before he sits on the bed and looks to his blond friend questioningly. That look is all it takes for the kissing to resume anew, only now they are lying down, blond man on top of dark-haired one, with similar low sounds of pleasure coming from the both of them.

After again they pause to catch their breath, Cloud then begins to move his mouth lower - first along Vincent's neck, where some sucking and nibbling lead to more moans and increased feelings of lust from the both of them, then to his collarbone for a moment before finally stopping to twirl his tongue around one of the pale man's nipples. Obviously he has found a sensitive spot because he is met with a slightly arched back and yet another groan, so he repeats the movement several times while his hands move to rest against Vincent's hips so as to prevent a great deal of motion. While this goes on, the ex-Turk's mind has totally stopped thinking about anything other than the feelings of this moment. So far, the aim to feel something has been a complete success.

His hands clutch the sheets upon feeling Cloud's mouth continue its assault of his nipples, then lower down his chest and stomach. Any effort at moving around is only met with a firmer pressing on his hips, a look up, and a smirk from the blonde. Apparently, this being in control of the moment is something he seems to take great pleasure in. It doesn't take a lot more time before the belt holding his pants to his slim frame is removed, warm fingers edge in below the waistband, and the button and zipper slowly get undone.

Hips lift up from the bed to assist in the removal of clothing and Vincent's mind reels at all of this going on. How could he have only considered Cloud as a friend when this intimacy feels so great after such a long time alone? True that anyone else would probably be eliciting the same reactions, but he can't think of that, only release another moan at the feeling of cold night air against his newly-exposed erection. Those same fingers then brush against him just as gently as everything else has happened tonight- not at all harsh like the memories of his time tormented by Hojo.

Cloud's caressing fingertips don't stay there for very long though. Vincent, not expecting anything to happen suddenly, gasps at the unexpected feeling of warmth and wetness enveloping his shaft. Again, his mind tells him just how long it's been since anything even remotely similar to this, but the thoughts go unheeded as all the dark man can focus on is the physical pleasure rushing through him, causing his breath to come in gasps at every brush of a tongue swirling around the head of him, then tracing a line down the underside. Licking is alternated with sucking that leads to a slight bucking of hips; the ex-Turk's good hand then takes a position on the back of that spiky blond head, ever so gently pushing it down to take the entire length of it all while his other hand digs into the sheets, sign of just how enjoyable this moment is.

The smaller man only licks and sucks slowly at first, intent on producing as many different feelings and sounds as possible before pushing Vincent over the edge to climax. He guesses that goal to have been achieved, then increases the pace without a pause at somewhere in between teasingly slow and almost torturously fast. Pale, slender hips again lift off the bed once the warm mouth around the darker haired man's arousal increases the pressure of its sucking and the speed of its tongue movements while Cloud mentally smirks and continues after only a moment's pulling back to take large swallows of air.

His own pants will have to come off soon or the zipper runs a risk of breaking due to the raging hard-on this pleasing is giving him. A short whie longer is apparently all that Vincent can take, because his hand grabs Cloud's hair, his other continues to clutch the sheets, his back arches, and a low groan passes his lips as he feels his orgasm finally arrive, shooting up into the very waiting mouth of the younger man, who swallows it all eagerly.

Once the physical, but not mental, pleasure passes, he falls back to the bed almost totally limp and relaxed. Over 30 years really is too long of a time to go between encounters, even if there is nothing more behind them than lust. The blonde pulls his mouth away, licking the last of Vincent's seed from his lips. Others would try to think of something to say right now, but that would spoil the perfection of this moment, of seeing the pale skinned man looking so completely at ease for once, not tense and worrying over the issues in his life.

But there still is the matter of Cloud's own desire for release.... A smile lifts up the corners of his mouth while he searches in a drawer for what he'll be needing - a small container of oil, scented like cloves and other spices. Two fingers are coated in the oil, then guided down between Vincent's legs. The ex-Turk, no stranger to what this means, has pulled his knees up almost to his chest so that Cloud has a better angle for sliding those fingers into his entrance, still doing everything carefully out of fear of hurting him in any way.

They slowly stretch him out by scissoring back and forth, only stopping once Cloud feels that most of the tenseness has been removed from that ring of muscles. A third finger is added after more of the spicy oil is applied to it, producing a slight groan from Vincent, who feels this as a combination of pleasure and just a small amount of pain. That pain goes away soon though once those fingers slide back and forth into him several times.

At the sudden absence of that feeling, his mind is strangely disappointed, but that disappears when something a bit thicker and definitely warmer takes its place. In that short interval, Cloud managed to pull his own pants down to around his ankles and use most of the remaining lube to coat his own cock. Legs hook around a thin waist and both of Vincent's arms raise from the bed to drape around decently-muscled shoulders before slow, gentle thrusts begin.

That pace isn't enough though, and the first words since this began come from Vincent's lips. The words "Please...harder, Cloud...." is all that gets spoken and the response is immediate. The blonde answers that with no words, just an increasing in the speed and intensity of his thrusts, own eyes closed to enjoy the pleasant tightness 30 years of abstinence has created. The dark-haired man begins to moan and move his hips in time with the steady motion of hot muscle inside of him.

This newer, faster pace continues to grow in intensity as Cloud's own release draws closer, by now both men are groaning and breathing rather heavily, unable to focus or even think about anything other than this moment, the feeling of skin against skin and heat slowly spreading from groins into stomachs.

Vincent's eyes open for a moment to see the look of pure delight on Cloud's face and groans even louder when a series of very deep thrusts begin, touching something inside him that makes him almost see stars while knowing that the pressure there will push him to climax once more. He does so and tightens his muscles around the blond while feeling warmth splatter across both of their chests. That tightness is all that Cloud needs to throw his head back and groan loudly, feeling himself spurt out in several motions that coat the insides of his lover's passage. Once they've both finished reveling in this moment, their bodies disentwine and they lie down on the bed, hesitant to say anything for fear of spoiling things. As the sun's light begins to make the sky grow less dark, they fall asleep in each other's arms.

But Vincent doesn't stay asleep for long. He wakes, feels just a little soreness from the activity of his night with Cloud, looks around for his clothes, puts them on, and then turns to the blonde's sleeping form. "Well, we both got what we wanted...but Lucrecia was wrong. I still feel no emotions towards you, or myself for that matter. Don't hate me when you wake up, or blame yourself because you didn't do anything."

On that note, he turns around and walks out, then takes a cab back home. Physically, the night was a success. He'd felt a lot more than he thought was possible, but it's still not what he wants. Maybe Cid will give that feeling of closeness....

The End
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A/N Yeah, I'm mean to Cloud, but then again I really hate him. Review this or I won't write a sequel that features one of my favorite pairings...Vincent/Cid and yes that's the right order for my demented mind to be writing. Miss Havok, your answer to my challenge was good. I think I'll come up with another one soon hehehe.- CP