Viral Love

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod, we had to be a million miles in the air. I couldn’t see a thing for the wind and driving rain, and I clutched Valentine tightly. Far, far below, the ocean illuminated, and I heard a blast. The rib cage I was pressed against rumbled with dark humor.

Lightning seared my retinas. He had us in the middle of the storm.

My god, what a beautiful monster. If it wouldn’t hurt him, I’d pick Vincent Valentine apart and make thousands of him. I could populate the world with perfect, unholy beasts. They’d make more, mating with the common and lovely alike, turn the human race into something physically suited to its ambition…

I needed to stop now. I knew the signs. I’d had about enough, and the cracks in my brain were widening. It would be better if he’d take me to ground.

Problem being, he didn’t seem inclined to land anytime soon. He flew like a creature newly freed from a cage. He went so fast, and at a mere thought. His wings were so large he caught gusts rather than flapped.

You can survive a lightning strike, I told myself. Jenova was lightning resistant.

After what seemed an eternity of motionlessness, Valentine took us downward at a hard plummet. I felt like my tongue would fall into my liver. But, he landed us as gently as a feather upon a sand dune. “Oh, thank Ifrit,” I swore. He didn’t answer, of course, just leaned over and broke the only chain still holding us together.

We had to be on the unnamed island between Midgar Area and Upper Corel Area. Anyone searching for the wreckage of the helicopter, and survivors, would look here first. I had to convince him to fly us somewhere else, bad as I hated it. He still had hold of me, so maybe he meant to fly on anyway.

I twisted until I could look up at his face, and I knew in an instant why he’d set to ground. Lust shone in his eyes like polished, fire-lit garnet. Stunned, I gaped at him. “Vincent, we can’t,” I said as calmly as I could manage, but my voice cracked. Maybe if I made a commitment? “We need to get farther away first,” I added.

He blinked slowly. His gaze absolutely mesmerized me. This was the raw, powerful force lurking inside him, displaying nothing but desire. I knew, deep, deep inside, Vincent watched himself. He didn’t remember, but he saw; I felt him in there, under the demon, silent and observant.

Oh, son-of-a-bitch, that turned me on. If Valentine wouldn’t have me as himself, then I’d take him as he offered. Maybe he’d eventually remember, and maybe not. It lay in my favor if he didn’t remember, actually, because he’d stop if he remembered.

No, no, no, you don’t have any lube! He’ll tear you apart! He’s huge!

That annoying voice of reason faded away as Valentine grabbed me again, gently forcing me downward toward the sand. He blotted out the moon, his big, elegant wings briefly flaring outward.

That’s it, Valentine, you lovely demon. Show me your plumage…

I expected him to start ripping at my clothing, like a beast. To my surprise, he attempted to rid me of it the proper way. He fumbled with the straps and buckles, his enormous hands and claws learning as they went and gaining speed.

Ahhh… I thought he’d show finesse…

The cold rain didn’t bother me anymore. Valentine’s body blocked most of it, and, what he didn’t block burned to steam when hitting us. He smelled strongly of musk, and that steam made his scent go right to my brain. I’d never wanted anyone so much and so fast. Naked, I lay there, looking up into the most beautiful, frightening eyes.

Are you still watching us, pretty Turk?

I shivered as he drew his hands down my chest. He exhaled a huff of excitement, watching me squirm. Baring his fierce teeth, I saw the fangs trying to inch even farther down. He dropped his hands to my sides, then skimmed my hips.

His touch brought fire. His strength and power made the skill of his hands an awesome pleasure. I writhed, following his movements as much as I could. “Yes, Vincent,” I whispered. His low, answering chuckle made goose-bumps erupt all over me.

I knew I was like dead weight when he pulled me upward. I couldn’t anticipate how he meant to go about this.

He lifted a hand to his mouth. I watched, bemused, as he bit off the claw on his right middle finger and spat it. Molten orange eyes upon me, he fit that finger in his mouth and bit down, hard. It bled freely when he pulled it out.

The smell of his hot, rich blood excited me, stirred me back into memories I had no business thinking about.

The Turk looked up at me from the table, crimson eyes pleading. “Just don’t hurt… her, Hojo,” he rasped. I ignored his silly entreaty. I wouldn’t hurt my faithless wife. He was the one I wanted to teach a lesson.

The feel of a blunt, blood-slick finger brought me out of the past. I braced on his arm, arched backward to see his face. He shifted into a kneel, obliging me, yet his finger never stopped rimming my entrance. Oh fuck, it felt so good!

I hung in his rock-hard grip, moaning. He could do what he wanted to me; I’d even help him.

“Take her out of the project, Hojo, please! The baby isn’t as important as your wife!” He tried to get off the table and I punched him into submission. “You remember she’s my wife now, do you?”

He dipped inside, just a little.

Oh god, his blood! If he even scratched me, we’d exchange blood and I’d gain his vampiric needs! Terror for that scenario swept in, but almost as quickly replaced by lust. His big finger, inching in, pushed all thought aside.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…

I could hear my own, delighted sobbing echoing off sand dunes. Why he hadn’t just shoved into me with his dick, I didn’t know and didn’t care. This was perfect. More than perfect.

Pretty Turk, I can feel you watching. Wouldn’t you like to do this as a man, too? I’ll let you bite me, during…

He slung one of my legs over his shoulder to gain better access, his large digit slowly beginning to drive into me. I clenched down, and he gave a low growl of approval. Every third thrust hit my prostate. I felt the heavy swelling in my balls increasing, and my cock was so rigid it hurt.

Cool, damp sand at my back. Hot, solid body over mine. Wings sheltering me from rain and wind…

He gripped me, slid his tight, wet fist all the way to my base. I met him shamelessly, gasping my bliss to the night. In and up, out and down, he double-pumped me with maddening slowness, alternating strokes in perfect rhythm.

Oh, Jesus, don’t let it ever end!

He sped up. I grabbed him with my legs, both heated and chilled by his sound of amusement. He let me dig into his hard sides, let me brace against his force and help him. I’d never last, not against this ecstasy.

I hung in his timeless grip, then pitched forward into a hot, spurting heaven. Everything in my body coiled and burst, and I spasmed like a man electrocuted. I shouted until my throat went raw and my body gave out.

I must have passed out, for he held me close to his body the next time I knew anything. Lazy and spent, I dragged my cheek against his hard, silky pectoral. His arms tightened around me a little. I heard his heart beat under me, steady and strong.

And then, I went out for good.