Forbidden Passion
Chapter 2
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A/N: Before I begin, there’s a few things I’d like
to say before I get reviews telling me that I’m wrong.
didn’t lie, and that Sephiroth is really his son (he does bear some
resemblance… at least with the hair thing.
Note Hojo’s bangs look suspiciously like Sephiroth’s.), and that Vincent
was not (I once got flamed on the basis that someone thought that Vincent was
Sephiroth’s real father). I’m totally
not into the incest thing; I find it squicky.
Second off, I’m also going to say that Vincent was confined by Hojo
before Lucretia gave birth to Sephiroth, then put in the coffin shortly
thereafter, without ever having seen him.
I have reasoning in everything; just trust me! ^_^
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Forbidden Passion
Chapter 2
Several Years Later
Vincent stared into the wind as the Highwind carried
them toward their destination. The
closer they got to Sephiroth, the more longing he felt to be in his
embrace. He would deny this, of course,
but his subconscious wouldn’t lie to him, much as he wished it would.
another man’s arms, though that wasn’t the part that bothered him.
than Lucretia was what bothered him. He
didn’t want to admit to himself that he was capable of feeling anything for
anyone other than the woman from so many years ago, but the mind and heart
don’t always agree.
Ever since that tryst in his basement prison years
ago, Vincent had dreamed of nothing but the silver-haired beauty.
matched by the desire to see him again.
It was his initial reason for joining Avalanche in their quest: each
step they took brought them closer to him.
Vincent thought back to their first encounter, and
closed his eyes halfway. It was the
most pleasant memory he had. Even
thoughts of his time with Lucretia didn’t even come close to the happiness he
felt when he let himself think of Sephiroth.
‘Lucretia,’ he thought morosely.
memory with that act he had done with her son.
He hadn’t known it at firas has he hadn’t been present at his birth for
obvious reasons. But as he had
pondered, and dreamt of, the image of Sephiroth in his mind during his long confinement,
it had suddenly dawned on him. They had
the same eyes. Of course Sephiroth’s
were altered by Mako, but Vincent could tell.
They had the same peaceful aura around them. Lucretia had as pus put Vincent at ease with just her presence;
Sephiroth had that same ability. A
dozen other little similarities came to his mind, and Vincent was hard put to
dismiss it as coincidence.
There was also the fact of his name.
with Lucretia regarding her unborn baby.
In order to initiate conversation with her, he had asked her what she
planned on naming him. She had replied
with the name that now haunted his thoughts.
The name that was whispered as a figure had slipped away from him so
many nights ago. Vincent was almost
certain that that particular name was unique, if not very uncommon.
More substantial evidence that Sephiroth was
Lucretia’s son came several weeks later, when Vincent left his prison to spend
some time in the library. It was the
one and only time that he let himself leave the depressing room he dwelled in,
and it had been very enlightening. He
of course had known about the Jenova project, and he had known that Lucretia
had offered her womb to science. The
books he had originally found in the library just repeated that information
back to him. Not having found anything
of real value, he had been about to leave and go back to his fitful slumber,
when something that seemed out of place had caught his eye.
performed his cruel experiments upon the black-haired Turk, seemingly dropped
and forgotten, was a handwritten sheaf of paper. Upon further inspection, Vincent found the handwriting to be in
Hojo’s tiny, meticulous script.
Vincent had gone through the bundle of papers,
reading about experiments done to Lucretia that he had no idea had
happened. He read of the birth of
Sephiroth, the death of Lucretia. There
was not one drop of sorrow in the notes of the death of the woman that he
claimed to love, a fact that angered Vincent.
Everything was written with scientific precision.
speculation, anything of any relevance, all there. Vincent had nearly wept as he read Hojo’s writing, feeling every
word strike his soul with another note of guilt to be atoned for.
Sephiroth in the report, so cruelly named ‘Specimen 1’ thereafter, as his
mother was cruelly titled ‘Host.’
Vincent read through the scientific report twice before committing it to
a flame and returning to his prison.
That couldn’t have been a coincidence, even if every
other thing was.
The combination of happiness and guilt that Vincent
felt over this entire situation was almost too much to bear, and he was almost
at a breaking point when Cloud and company arrived and asked him to join them.
He remembered his reaction when they came by his
prison. He had the strangest sense of
déjà vu, intensifying the guilt that had grown into self-loathing.
the world from his foul presence. And
he’d said as much. Not in those words,
but his hidden meaning in his brush off should have been apparent.
and gone. He had relaxed into the
familiar blanket of thoughts of Sephiroth coupled with the weight of his
Lucretia-born guilt.
But something nagged him. In the back of his mind thoughts of ‘Perhaps they know something
about Sephiroth’ began to surface, and his traitorous subconscious began to
join in the fun. Soon it was more than
Vincent could bear, and he had to know.
If only to shut his mind up. It
took a lot of energy out of him to convince himself to go to the door and ask
the question that was burning in his mind.
But in the end, he was glad that he had going through it.
he saw Sephiroth again. Or perhaps
things would get worse. That was a
chance that Vincent was willing to take.
“Yo, Vince!”
Vincent was startled out of his reverie by an insistent voice.
his musings. He was met with a pair of
Mako-coloured eyes, and started before realizing he was looking at Cloud.
head slightly. For a moment he thought
that Sephiroth was standing there.
That, of course, was impossible, however. First off, Cloud’s eyes were a different colour.
different. And of course Sephiroth
would never show up on the Highwind, the territory of his enemy.
“Vince, you okay?” Cloud asked him, “You seemed like
you were in a different world. It took
me a full five minutes to get your attention.”
Vincent nodded.
“Just thinking… about the past.”
He of course had never told any of the members of Avalanche about his
connection with Sephiroth. He figured
that it was none of their concern, and that they might blackball him from the
group if they found out that he had once consorted with the enemy.
‘Well he wasn’t the enemy back then’ he thought,
‘and Cloud as associated with him…’ But it was always better to be safe than
sorry. Also, he didn’t want to see any
weird looks he may get if he ever told them that he’d done… that with
Sephiroth. He still almost didn’t
believe that it had happened, but there were so many pleasant memories
associated with it, he figured that it had to be true.
“Vince… Vince… Vincent!” Cloud was trying to get is attention again.
“Hmm?” Vincent replied, turning his face to the side.
“What’s going on?
You seem so distracted.
Something up?”
Vincent shook his head. “No, nothing. What is it
you wish to say?” He turned back to
face Cloud, hoping the blonde would get straight to the point.
beating around the bush. He wasn’t in
the mood for any social interaction whatsoever, to tell the truth.
“I just wanted to let you know that we’re going to
be making a quick stop. I heard this
rumor about this summon materia that…”
Vincent let his mind drift as Cloud talked.
attention to, and it didn’t have anything to do with Sephiroth.
attention though. He stared into
Cloud’s eyes with his crimson ones and nodded at intervals.
memories. He almost wished that
Sephiroth were there so that they could reenact that night.
would take him away before they could so much as greet each other.
“And that’s why I’m taking Tifa and Yuffie with me
to search for this materia. Can I trust
you to handle things while I’m gone?”
“Hmm? Oh…
why aren’t you asking Cid? Or better
yet, Barret?”
“Yeah, about that… Barret, though he talks big,
doesn’t actually want to be the leader, he’s enjoying just following for
now. And Cid… he has the tendency to
fly off the handle easily. I figured
that he’d be better off without the pressure.”
“Are you kidding?
That man lives on pressure.
You’re making it seem like something is going to happen that will have
cause for there to be a leader back here…” Vincent shrugged.
how to handle people, being a former Turk, and it would give him something else
to concentrate on.
“Thanks Vin, You’re a lifesaver!”
group to go with him. Vincent didn’t
think he did it consciously, and those to were very good fighters.
the corners of his mouth tugging upward at the thought.
The wind changed direction as the Highwind changed
its course, toward the Chocobo Ranch, where Cloud’s gold chocobo was
stabled. They would land about a mile
from the ranch, and Cloud and the girls would leave on their trip leaving
Vincent, Cid and the others to their own devices. Cid would probably walk to the ranch with Cloud and the girls,
and end up playing with the chocobos when no one was looking.
walk to get some fresh air, Barret would disappear without a trace, and Vincent
would be left behind. They’d all offer
to have him come with, but he’d decline their offers, telling them kindly that
he’d like some time to himself. They’d
look at him dubiously, and he’d merely smile vaguely and assure them he’d be
fine. They would agree and leave.
At least, that was the way Vincent had predicted
things would happen. In reality, Cid
and Cloud got into a fight once Cid found out that he’d left Vincent in charge
instead of him, and got even angrier when Barret took Cloud’s side.
stable on the Highwind to sulk, while Barret accompanied Cloud and the girls to
the ranch. Red and Cait did go on a
walk, and did offer to take Vincent with them.
When he declined, they shrugged (as well as a lion-thing and a stuffed
mog/cat-thing could shrug), as if they hadn’t expected him to accept anyway.
‘Am I that predictable?’ he thought to
himself. Not that it mattered at that
moment. He got the peace he desired, he
could worry about his predictability later.
‘Just one more little bug to shoo away for a while.’
He meandered over to the stable, expecting to find
Cid still pouting. He wasn’t
disappointed. Sitting in the corner of
the stable, as far from the door as he could get, was the angry pilot.
“What the fuck do you want?” Cid spat when he
noticed Vincent approaching. Vincent
raised an eyebrow. He had expected this
attitude, though he hadn’t expected the pilot to be the first to speak.
“I was just wondering how long you were going to
sulk down here.”
“I’m not sulking goddamn it.
“Right. I
also wanted to tell you that it’s likely that Cloud, Tifa and Yuffie have left
the ranch by now, and I was thinking that maybe you’d like to visit the other
chocobos, maybe feed them, make sure that they’re being well taken care of.”
“Why would I want to do that?!” Cid tried to retain
his dignity in the face of this subtle accusation that he’d like something as
‘un-manly’ as playing with chocobos.
Vincent gave him a knowing look.
Colour rushed to Cid’s face and he turned away from Vincent.
“Tell ANYONE about that, and I’ll kill ya, you
hear?” he said gruffly, while getting to his feet. Vincent held a small laugh back.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
everyone had figured out that he loved the birds. What Cid didn’t know wouldn’t embarrass him.
the stable and over to the rope ladder that led off the Highwind.
“What are you plannin’ on doing while we’re all
gone?” Cid asked as he took the first couple of steps on the ladder.
“I am just going to stay here and make sure that
nothing happens. If anything goes
wrong, contact me.”
“Yeah, yeah.
I’m not stupid you know.” Cid
continued climbing down as Vincent looked down on him over the side.
“Never said that you were. Have fun.”
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>“Shut it, bastard.”
With that, Cid hopped to the ground and started toward the ranch,
leaving Vincent alone with his thoughts.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>It is at times when one feels most lonely in a
crowd, that one should seek temporary solitude. Vincent’s thoughts drifted to this piece of wisdom that he picked
up while with the Turks. Advice that he
took fairly often these days. Too often
he found himself not fully relating to those he allied himself with.
they were. He didn’t feel as strongly
about saving the planet as his comrades.
He never told them anything but the fact that he was looking for Sephiroth,
and he was fairly sure that they figured that he wanted to settle something
with him. This was true, just not in
the way he thought they were thinking.
His wanderings around the Highwind took him
everywhere. The silence was refreshing,
and Vincent was grateful for the reprieve, but his mind used the lack of
distraction as an opportunity to wander as it had been for the past few
hours. As much as Vincent tried to
stop, he couldn’t help but dwell on the beauty that haunted his every sleeping
moment, and lately his every waking thought.
His distracted mind didn’t register anything as his
feet carried him to the room he called his own while on board the airship.
at the door of his sleeping quarters, but pushed the door open to let himself
in regardless. The room around him was
Spartan, holding only the necessities for him: a bed, and a small table with a
chair that held a few of his belongings.
Everything else of his was hidden away in the wardrobe.
over to the bed, where he sat down gingerly.
He slowly shrugged out of the red cloak he wore and
draped it over the back of the chair, kicking off his boots and pushing them
with his feet away from him. He removed
the red headband he wore, letting his hair loose, and lay back, resting his
head on the metal claw of his left arm, making sure that he didn’t hurt
himself. It was second nature to him by
now, to work around the claw, to make it bend to his will, but he would trade
almost anything to have his old arm back.
‘Damn you, Hojo.’
Vincent felt his features twist into a scowl at the thought of the
twisted scientist who played god freely.
He sometimes couldn’t believe that Shinra let him do the things that he
did, with no repercussions. So many
victims came of his twisted experiments.
Him, Aeris, Red XIII, so many nameless SOLDIERs… Sephiroth.
The thought of the name made Vincent groan out
loud. That alone evoked images of the
one forbidden night they spent together.
He could almost feel Sephiroth’s tongue gliding along his nipples, and
in response he felt the nubs in question harden. Vincent’s own tongue darted out of his mouth quickly, wetting his
suddenly parched lips. He could feel
his breathing coming slightly more erratically, and inwardly cursed himself for
his weakness.
The thoughts didn’t stop coming, however; and try as
he might, Vincent couldn’t stave them off.
After an undetermined amount of time, he didn’t want to make them
stop, as evidenced by the growing erection that begged to be touched.
he had laid it, and began wandering downward toward the button in his
pants. It paused, hovering
tantalizingly near the neediest part of his body, before swiftly unbuttoning
the offending article of clothing and shoving them roughly down his hips.
Sephiroth’s mouth on his erection…
itself into his boxers and grabbed his length, squeezing.
Sucking, licking, tasting…
and palmed the head, then swiftly jerked back down.
Vincent would stop him, flip him over…
again, again stopping at the head to fondle around the slit.
He would take great pleasure in taking Sephiroth;
the same way the silver-haired man had taken him…
his erection tighter, stroking twice more, imagining Sephiroth’s heat rather
than his own hand.
He would pound into that perfect ass, he would make
Sephiroth scream in pleasure, it would be all him…
Sephiroth’s name and squinting his eyes shut.
His hand fell to the side, still coated in his rapidly cooling
semen. He fought to get his breath back
to a normal cadence.
It wasn’t long before he had returned to normal…
well as normal as one can be after an experience like that.
grimaced and clenched his fist. This
was becoming an obsession… worse than before.
He had never… pleasured himself… in such a manner before, and shame was
quickly making his face flush red.
“No more… never again.” Vincent firmly told
himself. He couldn’t keep torturing
himself this way, not only was it embarrassing, it was wrong.
His subconscious told him otherwise.
After-chapter noteage: Gah, that took entirely too long to update. Sorry!! This whole chapter sounded a
lot better in my head, I promise. I
apologize for any confusing parts, sometimes I get ahead of myself, and
sometimes my writing gets jumbled up in the transition from thought to
writing. If it’s all that horrible,
I’ll consider finding myself a beta.
Anyone wanna help out?
I'd like to thank my lovely reviewers for convincing me to go on with this. Without you, this would have stayed a one-shot. Hope this is to your liking!
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