Viral Love
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Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
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1,181
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9
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20
The poor creature.
I stared at his slightly shivering form, feeling an unaccustomed pity. He’d protected me, and look where it got him. Full of holes. I knew they hurt. Thankfully, the halvana leaves would bring out some of that agonizing heat.
I felt very impressed over his transformation. What a beast. Gigantic, hulking, yet graceful and fast. Deadly. Him, but not him; a mix of Valentine and a monster. And what a glorious, powerful combination. I now understood Lucrecia’s ultimate goal
She couldn’t have chosen anyone more suited to host demons. Valentine had control of himself strictly, even though he obviously couldn’t remember what he’d done.
The beast with black-rimmed, red bat’s wings turned to face me, taloned hands dripping cactus gore. Valentine’s angelic face framed inside horned protrusions. Feathers, matted hair, massively long and extended blood teeth…
He threw back his head and howled, shaking every tree for miles around. Slowly, he stepped toward me, eyes shining like orange xenon lamps.
“Good,” I said, holding up my hands. “Good, Vincent. You killed it.”
He blinked in confusion. I saw him beginning to evaluate me. Threat or not? Friend or foe? Undecided, he continued to advance. I stopped dead and let him tower atop me.
He grabbed me. His claws dug into my arms. With the slightest effort, he lifted me to look him in the eyes. I gave him all the eye contact he wanted, yet didn’t challenge him. I remained still as he sniffed my head. He must have found me non-threatening, for he put me down with rather more gentleness than he’d picked me up.
Attention drawn to the thousands of barbs in his chest and arms, he made a slight sound. Incredibly, he admitted to pain. It thrilled me that he would. It meant the demon didn’t have utter control over the Turk.
He attempted to claw the needles out in handfuls, but the effort wounded him. He hissed.
“Let me,” I said, reaching. “They’ll hurt, but they need to come out.”
He sat down stiffly, panting. Because I couldn’t reach the ones in his chest without getting very close, I sat in his lap very carefully. He let me settle, glowing eyes fixed upon me with curiosity and dumb animal concern. I couldn’t imagine what he must be thinking.
One by one, I removed cactus needles. He seemed able to endure the pain if I went slowly. I feared enraging him. Eventually, he began to shrink to his human form. The pile of barbed needles stood three inches high before he reverted completely to his original form…
So, even though he obviously didn’t remember the first part of my efforts, he’d been fully cognizant of the latter. His prime demon trusted me, though, enough to let me sit in his lap and pick out painful spikes. I felt honored. I had an instinct no one had ever touched him in that form.
Valentine shuddered. I got up and removed the warm, damp leaves from his back, replacing them with new ones. He sighed, relaxed, and went limp again.
I’d decided during our adventure that I wouldn’t mind at all if he fucked me. Now, I really, really wanted him to. I wanted all that power and potential deadly force focused on me. He could have me as his beast, even, if he wanted. Now THAT idea made me shiver. I liked it rough. I doubted I could get rougher treatment. Still, one never knew. Valentine had finesse. No reason to think he would lose it while wearing the skin of a monster.
“Hojo,” he said softly, that dark rasp of a voice coasting all over me like a caress.
I crouched beside him. “What do you need?” I asked.
“Water.” He turned his head, looking at me with painful intensity.
“I’ll find some,” I promised. His system probably tried to burn off any leftover venom. No wonder he felt thirsty.
I first went back to the seashore, where I found a coconut tree. Knocking a few down, I hulled one and smashed the hard inner hull against a rock. I drank the milk, then used my knife to crack the pieces into imperfect halves. Carrying two intact coconuts and the pieces of the other, I walked back to him.
“Try this first,” I said, opening another so he could drink from it. He sat up and went about ingesting the coconut milk, his speed betraying his thirst. I opened the other, let him drink from it, then took the other pieces. “I’ll find real water,” I told him. “Just relax.”
Again I left him. After following my nose for ten minutes I found a small, non-stagnant pool among a small grouping of trees. I filled the coconut halves and returned after drinking a great deal directly from the pool myself. Upon my return, he fell upon my water offerings like a man dying in the desert. I ate coconut while he quenched his unnatural thirst, breaking up some of it for him.
Valentine sat and quietly ate every piece of the nut I handed over, his strong teeth making short work of it all. When finished, he stretched back out. I changed his leaves again and sat beside him. I’d watch him until he found himself fit to move on.
I owed him that much, at least.
I stared at his slightly shivering form, feeling an unaccustomed pity. He’d protected me, and look where it got him. Full of holes. I knew they hurt. Thankfully, the halvana leaves would bring out some of that agonizing heat.
I felt very impressed over his transformation. What a beast. Gigantic, hulking, yet graceful and fast. Deadly. Him, but not him; a mix of Valentine and a monster. And what a glorious, powerful combination. I now understood Lucrecia’s ultimate goal
She couldn’t have chosen anyone more suited to host demons. Valentine had control of himself strictly, even though he obviously couldn’t remember what he’d done.
The beast with black-rimmed, red bat’s wings turned to face me, taloned hands dripping cactus gore. Valentine’s angelic face framed inside horned protrusions. Feathers, matted hair, massively long and extended blood teeth…
He threw back his head and howled, shaking every tree for miles around. Slowly, he stepped toward me, eyes shining like orange xenon lamps.
“Good,” I said, holding up my hands. “Good, Vincent. You killed it.”
He blinked in confusion. I saw him beginning to evaluate me. Threat or not? Friend or foe? Undecided, he continued to advance. I stopped dead and let him tower atop me.
He grabbed me. His claws dug into my arms. With the slightest effort, he lifted me to look him in the eyes. I gave him all the eye contact he wanted, yet didn’t challenge him. I remained still as he sniffed my head. He must have found me non-threatening, for he put me down with rather more gentleness than he’d picked me up.
Attention drawn to the thousands of barbs in his chest and arms, he made a slight sound. Incredibly, he admitted to pain. It thrilled me that he would. It meant the demon didn’t have utter control over the Turk.
He attempted to claw the needles out in handfuls, but the effort wounded him. He hissed.
“Let me,” I said, reaching. “They’ll hurt, but they need to come out.”
He sat down stiffly, panting. Because I couldn’t reach the ones in his chest without getting very close, I sat in his lap very carefully. He let me settle, glowing eyes fixed upon me with curiosity and dumb animal concern. I couldn’t imagine what he must be thinking.
One by one, I removed cactus needles. He seemed able to endure the pain if I went slowly. I feared enraging him. Eventually, he began to shrink to his human form. The pile of barbed needles stood three inches high before he reverted completely to his original form…
So, even though he obviously didn’t remember the first part of my efforts, he’d been fully cognizant of the latter. His prime demon trusted me, though, enough to let me sit in his lap and pick out painful spikes. I felt honored. I had an instinct no one had ever touched him in that form.
Valentine shuddered. I got up and removed the warm, damp leaves from his back, replacing them with new ones. He sighed, relaxed, and went limp again.
I’d decided during our adventure that I wouldn’t mind at all if he fucked me. Now, I really, really wanted him to. I wanted all that power and potential deadly force focused on me. He could have me as his beast, even, if he wanted. Now THAT idea made me shiver. I liked it rough. I doubted I could get rougher treatment. Still, one never knew. Valentine had finesse. No reason to think he would lose it while wearing the skin of a monster.
“Hojo,” he said softly, that dark rasp of a voice coasting all over me like a caress.
I crouched beside him. “What do you need?” I asked.
“Water.” He turned his head, looking at me with painful intensity.
“I’ll find some,” I promised. His system probably tried to burn off any leftover venom. No wonder he felt thirsty.
I first went back to the seashore, where I found a coconut tree. Knocking a few down, I hulled one and smashed the hard inner hull against a rock. I drank the milk, then used my knife to crack the pieces into imperfect halves. Carrying two intact coconuts and the pieces of the other, I walked back to him.
“Try this first,” I said, opening another so he could drink from it. He sat up and went about ingesting the coconut milk, his speed betraying his thirst. I opened the other, let him drink from it, then took the other pieces. “I’ll find real water,” I told him. “Just relax.”
Again I left him. After following my nose for ten minutes I found a small, non-stagnant pool among a small grouping of trees. I filled the coconut halves and returned after drinking a great deal directly from the pool myself. Upon my return, he fell upon my water offerings like a man dying in the desert. I ate coconut while he quenched his unnatural thirst, breaking up some of it for him.
Valentine sat and quietly ate every piece of the nut I handed over, his strong teeth making short work of it all. When finished, he stretched back out. I changed his leaves again and sat beside him. I’d watch him until he found himself fit to move on.
I owed him that much, at least.