Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
810
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the characters in this fiction. They remain the property of the makers of Final Fantasy VIII and VII. I do this for fun and entainment, not profit.
Chapter 20
***** CHAPTER 20 *****
Kiros usually woke early, eager to start his day. Today was definitely not usual. For starters his big, lonely bed was not so big and lonely. Secondly, there was a warm, beautiful young man under him. Well, partly under him. He looked up and blushed when he realised that the gunman was awake and looking at him sleepily through half open eyes. Maybe now would be a good time to remove his leg which had somehow entwined with Vincent’s during the night.
“I….um…sorry about that,” Kiros murmured lifting his head from the gunman’s chest and moving his traitorous leg.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Vincent answered sleepily, raising a hand to gently cup his cheek. “It is I who should be apologizing.”
“Why would you need to apologize to me?”
“I have misjudged you. I saw you only as competition. I am sorry for not attempting to get to know you first,” Vincent said, running his thumb along Kiros’ jaw. Kiros shivered and sat up, embarrassed by his body’s obvious reaction to the other man’s touch.
“Don’t apologize, Vincent. Gods, if you remember I did try to shoot you before I even said hello,” Kiros muttered, looking away from the young man.
“Lucky that I’m fast,” Vincent responded. Kiros turned back to look at the gunman. There was so much about him that he’d never bothered to find out, he realised guiltily.
“Is it the demons that make you so fast?” he asked softly, hoping that he hadn’t pushed their blossoming friendship too far with the question.
“No. I feel in love with a woman who was married to someone else. Unfortunately, her husband was an insane scientist who specialized in human experimentation. He shot me and I became one of his lab rats. I was injected with various substances and had parts of me replaced which is where most of my abilities come from. All my demons, except for Chaos, were added to sustain my body through the experiments. I began to die, despite the demons and then the woman I loved added Chaos to keep me alive,” Vincent finished sadly.
“Vincent,” Kiros whispered, leaning forward to hug the young man tightly. He was so blown away by the gunman’s story that he had no idea what to say. He hoped his actions would be enough. He felt Vincent’s arms surround him and he sighed softly into his shoulder. “Does it hurt when he comes out?” he finally asked.
“Yes,” Vincent replied sadly. “Once the transformation is complete, I have no control over Chaos. I can see what he sees, hear what he hears and communicate with him but have no ability to stop him from doing whatever he wants. Luckily, he prefers the taste of creatures to humans. He’s quiet fond of the Malboro’s that seem to thrive on the Esthar continent.” Kiros had never been thankful for the presence of Malboros until that day.
“Is that why he didn’t kill me?” he asked curiously, pulling back to look into the gunman’s ruby eyes.
“I told you last night that he is fond of you. He finds your dedication to Laguna intriguing and your ebony complexion beautiful,” Vincent responded with a smile. “I have to agree with him on both points,” he added leaning forward to lay a kiss on Kiros forehead. Kiros began to wish he was somewhere else. It felt so good to be here in Vincent’s arms, being treated so tenderly but he knew it was wrong. Vincent belonged to Laguna and he’d already done enough harm to their relationship.
A loud knocking on the door gave him the escape he was looking for and he bounded out of bed to answer it, swinging the door open to find Squall standing outside looking agitated.
“What’s wrong, Squall?” he asked brightly, happy to be saved from temptation.
“It’s 9.30. You were supposed to meet me in Laguna’s room at eight. What’s the problem?” Squall asked flatly.
“Fuck, it’s nine thirty? Sorry, I must have slept in. I’ll be ready in five minutes,” Kiros answered, ushering him inside and shutting the door. “Can I get you a coffee or something?”
“No thanks. You could tell me what he’s doing here though,” Squall said pointing over Kiros’ shoulder. He turned to see that a sleepy and shirtless Vincent had just walked out of his bedroom and stood blinking at them both.
“Just hang on a minute. Before you go jumping to conclusions, it’s not what you think,” Kiros began before wincing at his choice of words.
“Second thoughts, I don’t want to know. Honestly, I think I know too much already. I’m going to wait with Laguna. Hurry the fuck up,” Squall grumbled, turning and leaving while Kiros was still searching for the right words.
“Ah fuck,” Kiros muttered, leaning his head against the wall. This was not a good start to the day. He tensed as strong arms wrapped around him from behind and a warm body pressed against his back.
“You worry too much,” Vincent whispered in his ear. Kiros’ whole body began reacting to the sudden nearness of the young man and a whimper escaped his lips before he could contain it. Vincent chuckled and released him slowly, his hands tickling Kiros’ sides as they slipped away. Fuck, he was getting way too old for this shit.
Kiros usually woke early, eager to start his day. Today was definitely not usual. For starters his big, lonely bed was not so big and lonely. Secondly, there was a warm, beautiful young man under him. Well, partly under him. He looked up and blushed when he realised that the gunman was awake and looking at him sleepily through half open eyes. Maybe now would be a good time to remove his leg which had somehow entwined with Vincent’s during the night.
“I….um…sorry about that,” Kiros murmured lifting his head from the gunman’s chest and moving his traitorous leg.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Vincent answered sleepily, raising a hand to gently cup his cheek. “It is I who should be apologizing.”
“Why would you need to apologize to me?”
“I have misjudged you. I saw you only as competition. I am sorry for not attempting to get to know you first,” Vincent said, running his thumb along Kiros’ jaw. Kiros shivered and sat up, embarrassed by his body’s obvious reaction to the other man’s touch.
“Don’t apologize, Vincent. Gods, if you remember I did try to shoot you before I even said hello,” Kiros muttered, looking away from the young man.
“Lucky that I’m fast,” Vincent responded. Kiros turned back to look at the gunman. There was so much about him that he’d never bothered to find out, he realised guiltily.
“Is it the demons that make you so fast?” he asked softly, hoping that he hadn’t pushed their blossoming friendship too far with the question.
“No. I feel in love with a woman who was married to someone else. Unfortunately, her husband was an insane scientist who specialized in human experimentation. He shot me and I became one of his lab rats. I was injected with various substances and had parts of me replaced which is where most of my abilities come from. All my demons, except for Chaos, were added to sustain my body through the experiments. I began to die, despite the demons and then the woman I loved added Chaos to keep me alive,” Vincent finished sadly.
“Vincent,” Kiros whispered, leaning forward to hug the young man tightly. He was so blown away by the gunman’s story that he had no idea what to say. He hoped his actions would be enough. He felt Vincent’s arms surround him and he sighed softly into his shoulder. “Does it hurt when he comes out?” he finally asked.
“Yes,” Vincent replied sadly. “Once the transformation is complete, I have no control over Chaos. I can see what he sees, hear what he hears and communicate with him but have no ability to stop him from doing whatever he wants. Luckily, he prefers the taste of creatures to humans. He’s quiet fond of the Malboro’s that seem to thrive on the Esthar continent.” Kiros had never been thankful for the presence of Malboros until that day.
“Is that why he didn’t kill me?” he asked curiously, pulling back to look into the gunman’s ruby eyes.
“I told you last night that he is fond of you. He finds your dedication to Laguna intriguing and your ebony complexion beautiful,” Vincent responded with a smile. “I have to agree with him on both points,” he added leaning forward to lay a kiss on Kiros forehead. Kiros began to wish he was somewhere else. It felt so good to be here in Vincent’s arms, being treated so tenderly but he knew it was wrong. Vincent belonged to Laguna and he’d already done enough harm to their relationship.
A loud knocking on the door gave him the escape he was looking for and he bounded out of bed to answer it, swinging the door open to find Squall standing outside looking agitated.
“What’s wrong, Squall?” he asked brightly, happy to be saved from temptation.
“It’s 9.30. You were supposed to meet me in Laguna’s room at eight. What’s the problem?” Squall asked flatly.
“Fuck, it’s nine thirty? Sorry, I must have slept in. I’ll be ready in five minutes,” Kiros answered, ushering him inside and shutting the door. “Can I get you a coffee or something?”
“No thanks. You could tell me what he’s doing here though,” Squall said pointing over Kiros’ shoulder. He turned to see that a sleepy and shirtless Vincent had just walked out of his bedroom and stood blinking at them both.
“Just hang on a minute. Before you go jumping to conclusions, it’s not what you think,” Kiros began before wincing at his choice of words.
“Second thoughts, I don’t want to know. Honestly, I think I know too much already. I’m going to wait with Laguna. Hurry the fuck up,” Squall grumbled, turning and leaving while Kiros was still searching for the right words.
“Ah fuck,” Kiros muttered, leaning his head against the wall. This was not a good start to the day. He tensed as strong arms wrapped around him from behind and a warm body pressed against his back.
“You worry too much,” Vincent whispered in his ear. Kiros’ whole body began reacting to the sudden nearness of the young man and a whimper escaped his lips before he could contain it. Vincent chuckled and released him slowly, his hands tickling Kiros’ sides as they slipped away. Fuck, he was getting way too old for this shit.