Past Hauntings

Past Hauntings
By Dora Cianfarra
Chapter 3

Rufus hesitated, reluctantly he moved away. Vincent picked himself off the floor and sat on his chair.

{Why this all sudden?} Vincent needed to regain some semblance of order. “Please leave Rufus …it’s not a good day for me.” He just wanted the space …to be alone again…. go back to what was familiar. Rufus stared, “I’m sorry but I’m not leaving. I need to know what happen. If you think I’m taking a step out of that door, you’ll be sorely disappointed” Rufus’s eyes were defiant and troubled.

Vincent breathing finally settled. His eyes closed as he wished for privacy to deal with what he saw. “I saw flashes of the past.” His tremors were slowly receding. {Why now? What are those images ghosting through my mind?}

“Is it Hojo?” Rufus’s body was taut with tension…he had to know… was he remembering?

“What do you know?!! What about Hojo that I haven’t already suffered from?” He leaves his desk to face the man in the eye.

“My Father…he…damn….how do I start this?” Rufus turned to the window looking for way to come up with the answers. He couldn’t just blurt everything for the fear of driving him away.

“From the beginning, it would help” a dreaded sensation swept over Vincent body.

“What do you exactly remember as your beginning with Shinra Company?” Rufus’s eyes gazed at Vincent’s reflection. They traced his every feature. Those rare emotions laid bare. Immense pain and confusion. Tempted to touch, feel and breathe in Vincent, he wanted to release that pain with his kisses. Would ….he remember?

“I was hired as head of security. What about my job?! What’s the relation? I don’t understand why you are bringing this up.” Vincent found it odd how it could make any difference with his flashes.

“Actually you started as level entry security guard.”

“What….” Vincent receded into his memories, looking for some truth to the story.“That can’t be….I perfectly remember being introduced to as head of security. Why these lies...what type sick joke is this?”

Alarmed and disoriented he began to concentrate on that day when he first saw young Rufus. Reno and Rude were there, as well as Tseng and Elena with Rufus in between them. Everyone, exception of young Rufus, expressed a warm welcome. Rufus’s eyes displayed a dark shadowed hurt as they poured over his person. As for Vincent the look, long forgotten, was swept away as a child who was antisocial. {What if that look was more?}

“If these were lies and jokes …heh…you’d be…” Rufus had to stop. His chest was constricting with veritable pain. Vincent had not remembered him…it devastated him, and pointless to talk about it. His hands were barely withstanding the fingernail punctures to the skin as he held on. “What else do you remember?”

“I’ve seen a flash where I was enduring punishment and another flash, you facing me…I can’t remember why or how it all started.”Unexplainable pain drawn on Rufus’s features made Vincent approach him closer.

“Do you remember when you were introduced to us as a new employee? Everyone around me was freshly handpicked that day but I knew you from before. My father had threatened your life if I said anything…you shook my hands like it was the first time.” No recognition….only an empty-feeling exchange of hands.

“You…. You had been brought to Hojo, after the punishment, to be ‘dealt’ with. I didn’t know or realize the extreme measures my father had gone until it was too late do to anything.… {By then I had lost you, you could not remember who I was}…since then I vowed that my father would learn of my vengeance painfully. Hojo erased your memory because he needed your loyalty to him. You went against my father, when he tried to punish me for getting mixed up with a gang doing drugs and drag racing. It had landed me in jail, which dear daddy had to bail me out and paid serious hush money.”

Rufus had gone with the group after his fight with Vincent. It burned badly that Vincent would not stand and fight their right to be a couple. Vincent reminded him that he was a minor (16 was not minor in Rufus’s book) and his father was of the old ways. Vincent didn’t want Rufus to ruin his relationship with his father. He was going to be heir and they had public images to maintain. {Why did you send Reno and Rude when it could have been you to rescue me from my misguided ways? A love-struck boy bought you your misery, I’m so, so sorry} Rufus had suffered dearly for his stupidity.

{That would explain some of the flashes I saw}” Your father told me that I was found in a snowy ditch by his men and was brought to Hojo to get some injuries looked after. Due to my head injuries, I had the memory loss. Your father helped me, at that time, to get job with Shinra. Wait…You knew!!”Vincent slammed Rufus against the window and with the good hand on Rufus’s throat, started the constriction.

Rufus was not going to fight him, whatever he dished out, it was justly deserved, {I’m the reason he suffered}. He had carried this burden for too long. Pale blue tear-streaked eyes faced angry crimson ones in silent contact. Rufus lungs burned, body went limp as he was slowly losing his vision – the suffering would finally end.

{False memories implanted by Hojo, the bastard…but tears from Rufus?}Vincent dropped him at that moment when he realized that Rufus was not fighting him back. The tracks of tears held him hovering over Rufus as he remembered young Rufus teary eyed face in his flash. Vincent hands held him tentatively on his feet.

“In the last flash I saw you with tears in your eyes as you do now- why now?” Rufus tried to clear his throat. Vincent was more confused by them.

Rufus looked away “I was responsible for the punishment you received. It was my fault for your loss of memories.. I have never forgiven myself for it. Do your worst to me if it would give you some retribution.

His morbid voice and downcast eyes calmed Vincent as it also spiked a sliver of sympathy, decades without any form of humanity lost its touch to need any. “I will not harm you. It will not change anything.”

However the one flash, when he remembered ‘protect his beloved one’, it twisted his insides. Those feelings had once existed. Would he be able to fully regain those feelings or those memories? If he was not sure of the spiritual aspect of love, the physical one surely began to engage. The proximity of the male beside him made the barely forgotten hard-on, bloomed back in full force. Vincent had to step away. His internal struggle to control his lust was awakening Chaos’s energies.

Rufus needed to be gone before this got out of hand. Vincent turned to Rufus, which put him a breath away from Rufus lips, Rufus leaned in to lay a tender kiss and waited for the fatal blow.

Rufus saw stars when he was slammed again against the window; he at least got to savor one kiss before he left this miserable existence. So he thought….Vincent ravaged his mouth. So shocked was he that his lips did not engage. Meanwhile he saw Vincent archaic wings span, Rufus moaned and began his long-awaited venture on Vincent’s body. Pressing his hips to Vincent’s, he laid his hands on those precious globes and indulged further.

A growled cry escaped from Vincent’s lips. Erratic breathing deafened Rufus’s ears as he grinded more feverishly. Vincent claws deepened slightly into Rufus’s rump as lifted him to make a better contact. Vincent hands stretched the cheeks as he slid his hands around to grasp onto Rufus’s legs. Rufus roared his pleasured agony. Lovely pain surged through Rufus’s anal ring.

“Please Vincent don’t deny me no longer”. Rufus whispered to Vincent as he continued to suckle his neck. Vincent’s heavy breathing was sign he wasn’t going to last either. He placed his claw at the junction of Rufus legs and slowly ripped the slacks an opening to plunge in.

Rufus sucked in breath as the tip of the claw sliced him. {Ooooh, that’s going to leave a mark, but why I’m hearing bells…wait…there’s none in here…oh, wait the phone…ah noooo. Not now…arghhhh} “Vincent! Don’t answer it…”

“Just don’t-”

“Hey, Vincent! Are you in there?” Cid came in with Tayla tailing him, “Sir, please! You need wait to be buzzed in” Tayla abruptly stopped as she witnessed the wings and the predicament her boss was in.

Cid was still as death. His eyes witnessed what he feverishly dreamt of. Vincent’s wings spanned out as the body was sexually worshipped. Reality brought death to his wishful fantasy. The ‘knife’, which could not have been sharper, tore through his heart.
Cid closed his eyes, breathing scarcely as he left the room. He punched holes through the walls as paced back to the elevator. He punched the elevator button as if could help the lift arrive sooner.

“Cid.”

He could not, would not face him.

The doors opened.

Cid heard the flutter of garment as a wall of body with the scent of sexual heat blocked his departure.

The doors closed.

Cid spun Vincent and slammed him against the opposite wall. Cid’s lips fiercely captured Vincent’s. Splattered wet tears woke Vincent from the stunned moment.

“Cid…I-“trying to detach himself, Cid grabbed his arms to stop him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long- how could you turn to HIM!? You had said it wasn’t me- what fucked-up shit is this?! Does he have a fatter cock than I do?!! Erhgh…” Vincent held Cid’s throat in a death grip.

“Don’t exaggerate.” He cautioned. Vincent eyes were flaming, “There are issues, which even I don’t understand. Don’t make it worse by doing this.”

“Doing what!!!!? Kissing the person I most wanted. Vince, let go of me. You got what you wanted. As for me, we’re friends okay. Bar, I need a damn bar….plaster myself drunk….maybe find some hot babe. Keep in touch.” This time he spun around and found the elevator waiting for him. The doors closed on a face marked with pain.

Vincent looked back to office to find Rufus standing there. Garments fluttered away.
Vincent had left the building.

Vincent’s black and white world had suddenly gone grey.

TBC