All That Remains
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Adult ++
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Alive
A/N: Okay, here's chapter two for you... and wow, 100 hits overnight. Sweet, Thanks guys. ^w^ I hope you enjoy the next chapter, but I honestly think the first was better. I guess I write Vincent better than I write Sephiroth. X3 Oh well, next chapter will be from Vinny's point of veiw again... does anyone think I made Seph waaaay too sappy?
Well, without further adeu...
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Chapter 2: Alive
Hiding.
That’s what I was supposed to be doing. Hiding here and studying. Studying myself and why I was the way I was. My origins, my power, my creators, everything about me. How I was injected with Jenova’s cells, how I was experimented on by my father, and how my real mother’s name was Lucrecia.
But I today had come across a new, hidden area of the mansion, where I found him, Vincent Valentine; my mother’s first lover and the man that was betrayed and experimented on by my father, Hojo, just as I was.
Maybe that was why I wanted him. Because he and I shared the same fate, damned to be outside the norm, ‘creatures’ not born of God. But I know it was also because, when I found him, lying there in that half opened coffin, he looked to me like a fallen angel. He was so beautiful, draped in red and black, surrounded by blood-red silken walls. He looked as if he had descended from Heaven like a demonic blessing to me. How ironic.
I couldn’t help but kiss him, and touch him, and want to explore him. I was like a curious child, and I was experiencing these feelings for the first time. And I know to him I was playing myself off as if I had done this many times, but that’s how I was; I never showed weakness to anyone.
As I undid the red cloak that accented his hair and eyes so beautifully, I continued to attack his frozen lips with kisses, my senses racing, wanting more. But I had to remain dominant, appearing as if I called the shots, because that was my nature, so I was forceful.
I finally managed to remove the cloak from Vincent’s lean form, breaking the kiss to take him in. He was dressed in a tight black shirt and pants, which was extremely inviting and just made me want him more. Over his left arm he wore a golden claw, which I knew covered his demonic secret. The same gold plating adorned his feet. He was indeed a quite a prize, and I heard him whimper slightly as I began to undo the clasps on his shirt, allowing me access to his snow-white neck.
I gently lapped and kissed his soft skin, afraid that I might break him. He was too beautiful to be real, and although I didn’t want to taint his flawless body, I wanted him so badly. I wanted to have his body against me, and claim him for my own.
At this thought I must have bit down on his neck, as he let out a small yelp at which I backed away to look at him again. From behind his thin lips were a set of pearly white fangs that, when taking in his face at once, were like he should be from a fairytale. His red eyes, fangs, and pale complexion were like a vampire’s, a beautiful demon that I wanted all for myself.
And I would have him all for myself, I thought as I continued to un-do the many clasps on Vincent’s shirt, gently pushing it off of his pale shoulders. He did not resist, to my surprise, as I bent down to suckle on his nipple, causing him to shiver and moan beneath me.
I grinned, liking his reaction very much, and I continued to tease him by slowly running my still leather-clad hand up his torso, holding myself up with the other as I straddled him.
I soon found my hand at the base of the metal claw that Vincent wore and began to fiddle with the tight leather strap that held it in place. It was as if he were trying to hide himself… why?
“Nhh… Sephiroth don’t.” my dark haired companion managed to whisper as I continued to tease him with my mouth, however I stopped to reply.
“But why? Why would one as beautiful as you want to hide something?” I asked, my newly discovered romantic side taking over me. I kept my hand on the strap, but did not continue undoing it.
Vincent fought to sit up, giving me a little more leg room, but leaving me disappointed as well. He hung his head as if ashamed. “I don’t want you to see it… what he did to me,” he nearly whispered.
I smiled slightly, but I don’t exactly know why. Maybe I found it cute, maybe I found it stupid. I don’t know, but I replied, catching his chin with my hand and tilting his head upward, “You forget, Vincent, that I am much like you. I have seen much worse, I assure you, and one man’s arm will not phase me in the slightest.”
His eyes scanned my face for a moment, somewhat confused at what I had said, I think. “Just let me.” I added, and he nodded somewhat blankly before I again began to undo the fastenings that held the claw in place.
Slipping the metallic claw off of Vincent’s arm, I nearly gaped at the sight that lay before me. Not because it was ugly, but because it wad the most unique and interesting thing I had ever seen; It was much like a normal arm, but it was also much different… a purple claw like that of a demons, beginning from his shoulder and ending with black-tipped fingernails. It was not ugly at all, but rather, made him all the more beautiful.
Vincent blushed, and I smiled, fiercely attacking his lips again with my own and guiding him back down into a laying position. I wanted him even more now, as my lips trailed from his face to his neck to his chest and stopped just above his navel. He moaned as I dipped my tongue in and out of it, continuously teasing him.
I paused to remove my gloves and cloak, and as I did so watched his chest rise and fall in deep breaths. My shoulder armor made a small clanking sound as it hit the floor, and Vincent snapped out of whatever trance he had been in.
“Why are you doing this, Sephiroth?” He asked, still quite confused. “What do you want with me, exactly?”
“I’m just looking for a little love from someone just as damned as I.” I smirked, preferring to keep my answer short and hazy. I was such an ass.
Vincent gave me another puzzled look, but I was quickly on him again, licking just under his navel as I began to un-zip his tight pants, his obvious hard-on making me try to do so as quick as possible.
He gasped as the cold air quickly hit him, and then, much more quickly, my mouth as I licked a wet trail up his throbbing length. He moaned a long, soft moan, and I grinned and held my hand to his mouth.
He clearly knew what I meant by it and began to lick my palm and fingers, covering my hand in his own lubricant. It would be more pleasurable to him this way, rather than doing so dry.
When I thought it was enough, I pulled away, moving my hand to his awaiting member and beginning to vigorously pump, causing him to moan far louder and me to growl, becoming quite impatient to rush on… but I wanted to please him first.
I continued rhythmically pumping as he bucked into my hand, wanting more. I smiled and ran my tongue quickly over the tip of his length, to receive a satisfying moan.
“Ahhn… Seph…i… roth.”
A surge of lust ran through my body as I pumped faster, cupping my lips around his hot tip and tasting his pre-cum that had gathered there. He tasted so good, and I wanted more, sucking furiously and bringing him over the edge, as he came into my mouth, moaning my name, yet again.
“Ahh! Sephiroth!”
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A/N: I'm so itching to start the next chapter. XD Ravie needs her mansex, and this chapter blew... IMO. ^^; Stay tuned! =)
Well, without further adeu...
~~~
Chapter 2: Alive
Hiding.
That’s what I was supposed to be doing. Hiding here and studying. Studying myself and why I was the way I was. My origins, my power, my creators, everything about me. How I was injected with Jenova’s cells, how I was experimented on by my father, and how my real mother’s name was Lucrecia.
But I today had come across a new, hidden area of the mansion, where I found him, Vincent Valentine; my mother’s first lover and the man that was betrayed and experimented on by my father, Hojo, just as I was.
Maybe that was why I wanted him. Because he and I shared the same fate, damned to be outside the norm, ‘creatures’ not born of God. But I know it was also because, when I found him, lying there in that half opened coffin, he looked to me like a fallen angel. He was so beautiful, draped in red and black, surrounded by blood-red silken walls. He looked as if he had descended from Heaven like a demonic blessing to me. How ironic.
I couldn’t help but kiss him, and touch him, and want to explore him. I was like a curious child, and I was experiencing these feelings for the first time. And I know to him I was playing myself off as if I had done this many times, but that’s how I was; I never showed weakness to anyone.
As I undid the red cloak that accented his hair and eyes so beautifully, I continued to attack his frozen lips with kisses, my senses racing, wanting more. But I had to remain dominant, appearing as if I called the shots, because that was my nature, so I was forceful.
I finally managed to remove the cloak from Vincent’s lean form, breaking the kiss to take him in. He was dressed in a tight black shirt and pants, which was extremely inviting and just made me want him more. Over his left arm he wore a golden claw, which I knew covered his demonic secret. The same gold plating adorned his feet. He was indeed a quite a prize, and I heard him whimper slightly as I began to undo the clasps on his shirt, allowing me access to his snow-white neck.
I gently lapped and kissed his soft skin, afraid that I might break him. He was too beautiful to be real, and although I didn’t want to taint his flawless body, I wanted him so badly. I wanted to have his body against me, and claim him for my own.
At this thought I must have bit down on his neck, as he let out a small yelp at which I backed away to look at him again. From behind his thin lips were a set of pearly white fangs that, when taking in his face at once, were like he should be from a fairytale. His red eyes, fangs, and pale complexion were like a vampire’s, a beautiful demon that I wanted all for myself.
And I would have him all for myself, I thought as I continued to un-do the many clasps on Vincent’s shirt, gently pushing it off of his pale shoulders. He did not resist, to my surprise, as I bent down to suckle on his nipple, causing him to shiver and moan beneath me.
I grinned, liking his reaction very much, and I continued to tease him by slowly running my still leather-clad hand up his torso, holding myself up with the other as I straddled him.
I soon found my hand at the base of the metal claw that Vincent wore and began to fiddle with the tight leather strap that held it in place. It was as if he were trying to hide himself… why?
“Nhh… Sephiroth don’t.” my dark haired companion managed to whisper as I continued to tease him with my mouth, however I stopped to reply.
“But why? Why would one as beautiful as you want to hide something?” I asked, my newly discovered romantic side taking over me. I kept my hand on the strap, but did not continue undoing it.
Vincent fought to sit up, giving me a little more leg room, but leaving me disappointed as well. He hung his head as if ashamed. “I don’t want you to see it… what he did to me,” he nearly whispered.
I smiled slightly, but I don’t exactly know why. Maybe I found it cute, maybe I found it stupid. I don’t know, but I replied, catching his chin with my hand and tilting his head upward, “You forget, Vincent, that I am much like you. I have seen much worse, I assure you, and one man’s arm will not phase me in the slightest.”
His eyes scanned my face for a moment, somewhat confused at what I had said, I think. “Just let me.” I added, and he nodded somewhat blankly before I again began to undo the fastenings that held the claw in place.
Slipping the metallic claw off of Vincent’s arm, I nearly gaped at the sight that lay before me. Not because it was ugly, but because it wad the most unique and interesting thing I had ever seen; It was much like a normal arm, but it was also much different… a purple claw like that of a demons, beginning from his shoulder and ending with black-tipped fingernails. It was not ugly at all, but rather, made him all the more beautiful.
Vincent blushed, and I smiled, fiercely attacking his lips again with my own and guiding him back down into a laying position. I wanted him even more now, as my lips trailed from his face to his neck to his chest and stopped just above his navel. He moaned as I dipped my tongue in and out of it, continuously teasing him.
I paused to remove my gloves and cloak, and as I did so watched his chest rise and fall in deep breaths. My shoulder armor made a small clanking sound as it hit the floor, and Vincent snapped out of whatever trance he had been in.
“Why are you doing this, Sephiroth?” He asked, still quite confused. “What do you want with me, exactly?”
“I’m just looking for a little love from someone just as damned as I.” I smirked, preferring to keep my answer short and hazy. I was such an ass.
Vincent gave me another puzzled look, but I was quickly on him again, licking just under his navel as I began to un-zip his tight pants, his obvious hard-on making me try to do so as quick as possible.
He gasped as the cold air quickly hit him, and then, much more quickly, my mouth as I licked a wet trail up his throbbing length. He moaned a long, soft moan, and I grinned and held my hand to his mouth.
He clearly knew what I meant by it and began to lick my palm and fingers, covering my hand in his own lubricant. It would be more pleasurable to him this way, rather than doing so dry.
When I thought it was enough, I pulled away, moving my hand to his awaiting member and beginning to vigorously pump, causing him to moan far louder and me to growl, becoming quite impatient to rush on… but I wanted to please him first.
I continued rhythmically pumping as he bucked into my hand, wanting more. I smiled and ran my tongue quickly over the tip of his length, to receive a satisfying moan.
“Ahhn… Seph…i… roth.”
A surge of lust ran through my body as I pumped faster, cupping my lips around his hot tip and tasting his pre-cum that had gathered there. He tasted so good, and I wanted more, sucking furiously and bringing him over the edge, as he came into my mouth, moaning my name, yet again.
“Ahh! Sephiroth!”
~~~
A/N: I'm so itching to start the next chapter. XD Ravie needs her mansex, and this chapter blew... IMO. ^^; Stay tuned! =)