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Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
793
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 3
*****CHAPTER 3*****
The next two weeks passed in a blur for Laguna. The press went crazy with the story of the ‘red caped zombie’ and Laguna started to wish he had never been born. His days where filled with endless press conferences and meetings with panicked officials demanding answers the president just didn’t have. The few hours sleep he managed to snatch each day were haunted by red eyes and golden claws. His only relief from the chaos came from Kiros. He had been a rock for Laguna. His strong, solid presence a balm for the strung out leader of Esthar.
“Laguna, I really think you need a break. There’s nothing more you can do about this now. The whole of Esthar is looking for our lost zombie and I’m sure he’s long gone from the city by now. With all the media attention someone would have spotted him otherwise,” Kiros stated stubbornly. He’d spent the last three days trying to convince Laguna to take some time off. “No offence, Mr President,” he drawled with a cheeky grin, “but you look like shit.”
“You always know how to make a man feel loved Kiros,” Laguna chuckled and winked back at him.
“That’s why you hired me as your personal assistant. Now go! I’ll handle everything while you’re away,” Kiros reassured him. Laguna was just too tired to argue with him anymore and grudgingly agreed.
****
Laguna was completely alone and it was bliss. The one bedroom cabin in the Centra mountains that Kiros had insisted he buy years ago, was the perfect place to hide away from the world. It was only accessible by airship but still had the modern luxury of electricity thanks to the generator he’d had installed last year. He’d only been here for two days but already felt completely rejuvenated by the silence and peaceful breezes that drifted up the mountain side. Yawning contentedly, he wandered into the bedroom, stripping off his cloths as he went and curled up in the oversized bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if his dreams would finally be free of those red, haunting eyes.
*Laguna approached the cupboard doors with his arm outstretched. Suddenly the doors flew open and he was flung, back first, into the wall. He opened his eyes to see those red eyes, boring into his soul. He felt the cold steal claws against his throat. The towel dropped to the floor and Laguna gasped. His assailant’s eyes flicked down his body and then returned to his face, one eyebrow arching suggestively. Laguna ran his tongue over his lips nervously and closed his eyes. He felt the claw release his neck to be replaced by hungry lips and the soft scraping of teeth. Laguna’s hips involuntarily thrust forward against the other man and a groan escaped his lips as he felt his bare cock press against leather and the burning erection hidden beneath it. The stranger’s normal hand reached up, grabbing Laguna’s hair and yanking it back to expose more of his throat as he bit down passionately into Laguna’s flesh. The presidents hands fumbled blindly at the buckles of the leather pants, trying desperately to undo them. He needed to feel more, wanted so badly to be taken by him that all other thoughts had fled his mind. Finally he succeeded, the leather pants falling to the floor. He was pushed back against the wall and lifted as he wrapped his legs around the strangers waist. “Please,” the president begged into the jet black hair. The man made a deep growling sound and then thrust forcefully forward………
Laguna shot upright in his bed, panting heavily and covered in sweat. “Fucking hell!” he gasped out loud, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Bad dream?” a deep voice enquired from the darkened corner of the room. Laguna jumped at the sound and fell backwards off the bed, tangling himself in the sheets and ending up in a heap on the floor. A deep chuckle floated through the air as Laguna tried to stand up and ended up back on the bed.
“Please,” the man said softly, stepping forward out of the shadows and smiling at the flustered President. “I’ve come to apologize for my behaviour the last time we met. I mean you no harm.”
In spite of his calming words, Laguna’s mind was panicking. As his body tried to unravel itself from the bed sheets, his mind tried desperately to process what was going on. The fact that he was completely alone with this dangerous man and Kiros would not save him this time was his first coherent thought. Fuck, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, was his second thought. Laguna felt his face blush hotly. Damn, he wasn’t a bloody schoolgirl, what the hell was wrong with him? He quickly took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself and stood up, only to have his leg cramp up and send him barreling forwards into the arms of the stranger. The president opened his eyes and looked up into ruby orbs. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, his body completely over reacting to the proximity of the strong body pressed against him.
“Are you alright?” the man questioned, concern crossing his face as he peered down at the lost man in his arms.
“I……you……who?” Laguna sputtered hopelessly.
“Maybe I should introduce myself,” the stranger said as he supported the president with his clawed arm and brought his other arm up to tuck a strand of Laguna’s hair behind his ear. “My name is Vincent Valentine.”
The next two weeks passed in a blur for Laguna. The press went crazy with the story of the ‘red caped zombie’ and Laguna started to wish he had never been born. His days where filled with endless press conferences and meetings with panicked officials demanding answers the president just didn’t have. The few hours sleep he managed to snatch each day were haunted by red eyes and golden claws. His only relief from the chaos came from Kiros. He had been a rock for Laguna. His strong, solid presence a balm for the strung out leader of Esthar.
“Laguna, I really think you need a break. There’s nothing more you can do about this now. The whole of Esthar is looking for our lost zombie and I’m sure he’s long gone from the city by now. With all the media attention someone would have spotted him otherwise,” Kiros stated stubbornly. He’d spent the last three days trying to convince Laguna to take some time off. “No offence, Mr President,” he drawled with a cheeky grin, “but you look like shit.”
“You always know how to make a man feel loved Kiros,” Laguna chuckled and winked back at him.
“That’s why you hired me as your personal assistant. Now go! I’ll handle everything while you’re away,” Kiros reassured him. Laguna was just too tired to argue with him anymore and grudgingly agreed.
****
Laguna was completely alone and it was bliss. The one bedroom cabin in the Centra mountains that Kiros had insisted he buy years ago, was the perfect place to hide away from the world. It was only accessible by airship but still had the modern luxury of electricity thanks to the generator he’d had installed last year. He’d only been here for two days but already felt completely rejuvenated by the silence and peaceful breezes that drifted up the mountain side. Yawning contentedly, he wandered into the bedroom, stripping off his cloths as he went and curled up in the oversized bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if his dreams would finally be free of those red, haunting eyes.
*Laguna approached the cupboard doors with his arm outstretched. Suddenly the doors flew open and he was flung, back first, into the wall. He opened his eyes to see those red eyes, boring into his soul. He felt the cold steal claws against his throat. The towel dropped to the floor and Laguna gasped. His assailant’s eyes flicked down his body and then returned to his face, one eyebrow arching suggestively. Laguna ran his tongue over his lips nervously and closed his eyes. He felt the claw release his neck to be replaced by hungry lips and the soft scraping of teeth. Laguna’s hips involuntarily thrust forward against the other man and a groan escaped his lips as he felt his bare cock press against leather and the burning erection hidden beneath it. The stranger’s normal hand reached up, grabbing Laguna’s hair and yanking it back to expose more of his throat as he bit down passionately into Laguna’s flesh. The presidents hands fumbled blindly at the buckles of the leather pants, trying desperately to undo them. He needed to feel more, wanted so badly to be taken by him that all other thoughts had fled his mind. Finally he succeeded, the leather pants falling to the floor. He was pushed back against the wall and lifted as he wrapped his legs around the strangers waist. “Please,” the president begged into the jet black hair. The man made a deep growling sound and then thrust forcefully forward………
Laguna shot upright in his bed, panting heavily and covered in sweat. “Fucking hell!” he gasped out loud, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Bad dream?” a deep voice enquired from the darkened corner of the room. Laguna jumped at the sound and fell backwards off the bed, tangling himself in the sheets and ending up in a heap on the floor. A deep chuckle floated through the air as Laguna tried to stand up and ended up back on the bed.
“Please,” the man said softly, stepping forward out of the shadows and smiling at the flustered President. “I’ve come to apologize for my behaviour the last time we met. I mean you no harm.”
In spite of his calming words, Laguna’s mind was panicking. As his body tried to unravel itself from the bed sheets, his mind tried desperately to process what was going on. The fact that he was completely alone with this dangerous man and Kiros would not save him this time was his first coherent thought. Fuck, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, was his second thought. Laguna felt his face blush hotly. Damn, he wasn’t a bloody schoolgirl, what the hell was wrong with him? He quickly took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself and stood up, only to have his leg cramp up and send him barreling forwards into the arms of the stranger. The president opened his eyes and looked up into ruby orbs. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, his body completely over reacting to the proximity of the strong body pressed against him.
“Are you alright?” the man questioned, concern crossing his face as he peered down at the lost man in his arms.
“I……you……who?” Laguna sputtered hopelessly.
“Maybe I should introduce myself,” the stranger said as he supported the president with his clawed arm and brought his other arm up to tuck a strand of Laguna’s hair behind his ear. “My name is Vincent Valentine.”