Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
795
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 5
*****Chapter 5*****
Vincent couldn’t stop smiling. The muscles in his face were aching because the expression had been lost to him for so long. He sighed as he watched Laguna peacefully sleeping, curled up against his side. The president of Esthar looked so innocent when he was asleep, the stress and strain absent from his handsome face.
A week had passed since he had crept into the cabin and seen Laguna sleeping for the first time. He would never of dreamed that night would have ended up the way it had. They had barely spent a moment apart since then and Vincent had talked more this week than he had in the previous thirty odd years. He hadn’t planned on sharing his past with the president but once he started talking to Laguna, he found he couldn’t stop. He told him of his lost love Lucrecia, a women already married to an evil, twisted scientist named Hojo. How Hojo had discovered their relationship and Vincent had become one of his experiments. Lucrecia’s desperate bid to save him by implanting a demon named Chaos into his body. She had both saved and condemned him that day. His utter failure to save her from becoming another victim of Hojo’s insane experiments, her pregnancy and the birth of Sephiroth. Her son’s descent into madness and attempts to destroy their planet. Laguna had listened to his whole twisted tale and his unquestioning acceptance had come as a surprise to Vincent. He had been shocked and saddened but the love in his eyes and the passion they shared had not diminished.
Vincent felt a twinge of guilt in his chest. He hadn’t told Laguna that he didn’t age. His lover had already expressed concern over the age difference between them and Vincent had told him that it was irrelevant and besides, the president looked far younger than he was anyway. Laguna had smiled in response but as he turned away, Vincent had seen the doubt in his eyes. If he told him that he would always look this age, would the president end their relationship? As he drifted off to sleep, he came to only one conclusion. He couldn’t bear to lose him and he would do anything to keep him.
****
Kiros couldn’t help the excitement he felt. He had missed Laguna and was looking forward to seeing his warm smile again. Gods, being away from him always had this effect on him. Sometimes he found it hard to resist the temptation to run up and wrap his arms around the man. Woah! Kiros thought to himself. Where did that come from? Wrap his arms around him? Did he really just think that? The sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts as he looked up to see one of the crewmen approaching.
“We are arriving at the president’s location, Sir,” the man announced. Kiros nodded at the crewman as he stood and stretched. He would have time later to ponder his growing need for Laguna. Now was time to enjoy his return.
****
How the hell was Laguna going to explain this to Kiros? Exactly how do you tell your best friend that the zombie that everyone is hunting is actually a really nice guy, so nice that he’s been sharing your bed and you think you might have fallen in love with him? No matter how he tried to construct the conversation in his head, it sounded wrong. So very, very wrong. But Gods, it felt so right! So instead of doing the right thing and giving Kiros the explanation his best friend deserved, he had completely chickened out and told him nothing. He would be arriving to pick them up any minute now and Laguna was worried how he would react.
Laguna was pacing nervously outside the cabin, running his fingers through his hair and trying to work out how to explain it all when strong arms wrapped around him from behind and Vincent kissed his neck gently.
“He’s your best friend, isn’t he?” Vincent asked, turning Laguna around to face him.
“Yes, he is,” Laguna sighed.
“Then he will understand,” Vincent re-assured him, as he leaned forward and kissed the worried president deeply. Laguna let himself be swept away in the kiss, wrapping his arms around his lover and returning it wholeheartedly. Oh hell, he couldn’t give this up for anything. Nobody had ever made him feel this way. One kiss and he was left oblivious to the world around him, including the approach of his best friend.
“What the fuck?” Kiros hissed, abruptly bringing Laguna back to reality. The president spun around to see Kiros staring at them, his face a mixture of shock, anger and something else that Laguna couldn’t read.
****
The walk to the cabin from the landing site was only short but Kiros felt his pulse increasing rapidly. He couldn’t hold back the smile on his face or the spring in his step as he rounded the last bend in the cliffs.
The sight before him stabbed him in the chest and ripped his heart out. Laguna was in the arms of a tall, dark haired man, their bodies entwined in a passionate kiss. He heard Laguna moan, was vaguely aware of words slipping past his lips, as he stood frozen in pain. Laguna spun around to face him but Kiros couldn’t bare to look at him, didn’t want to direct his pain into those eyes. He turned his glare onto the other man and suddenly his brain kicked back in to gear. Red cape. Golden claw. Fucking zombie. His side-arm was in his hand and firing before he was even aware of it.
Vincent couldn’t stop smiling. The muscles in his face were aching because the expression had been lost to him for so long. He sighed as he watched Laguna peacefully sleeping, curled up against his side. The president of Esthar looked so innocent when he was asleep, the stress and strain absent from his handsome face.
A week had passed since he had crept into the cabin and seen Laguna sleeping for the first time. He would never of dreamed that night would have ended up the way it had. They had barely spent a moment apart since then and Vincent had talked more this week than he had in the previous thirty odd years. He hadn’t planned on sharing his past with the president but once he started talking to Laguna, he found he couldn’t stop. He told him of his lost love Lucrecia, a women already married to an evil, twisted scientist named Hojo. How Hojo had discovered their relationship and Vincent had become one of his experiments. Lucrecia’s desperate bid to save him by implanting a demon named Chaos into his body. She had both saved and condemned him that day. His utter failure to save her from becoming another victim of Hojo’s insane experiments, her pregnancy and the birth of Sephiroth. Her son’s descent into madness and attempts to destroy their planet. Laguna had listened to his whole twisted tale and his unquestioning acceptance had come as a surprise to Vincent. He had been shocked and saddened but the love in his eyes and the passion they shared had not diminished.
Vincent felt a twinge of guilt in his chest. He hadn’t told Laguna that he didn’t age. His lover had already expressed concern over the age difference between them and Vincent had told him that it was irrelevant and besides, the president looked far younger than he was anyway. Laguna had smiled in response but as he turned away, Vincent had seen the doubt in his eyes. If he told him that he would always look this age, would the president end their relationship? As he drifted off to sleep, he came to only one conclusion. He couldn’t bear to lose him and he would do anything to keep him.
****
Kiros couldn’t help the excitement he felt. He had missed Laguna and was looking forward to seeing his warm smile again. Gods, being away from him always had this effect on him. Sometimes he found it hard to resist the temptation to run up and wrap his arms around the man. Woah! Kiros thought to himself. Where did that come from? Wrap his arms around him? Did he really just think that? The sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts as he looked up to see one of the crewmen approaching.
“We are arriving at the president’s location, Sir,” the man announced. Kiros nodded at the crewman as he stood and stretched. He would have time later to ponder his growing need for Laguna. Now was time to enjoy his return.
****
How the hell was Laguna going to explain this to Kiros? Exactly how do you tell your best friend that the zombie that everyone is hunting is actually a really nice guy, so nice that he’s been sharing your bed and you think you might have fallen in love with him? No matter how he tried to construct the conversation in his head, it sounded wrong. So very, very wrong. But Gods, it felt so right! So instead of doing the right thing and giving Kiros the explanation his best friend deserved, he had completely chickened out and told him nothing. He would be arriving to pick them up any minute now and Laguna was worried how he would react.
Laguna was pacing nervously outside the cabin, running his fingers through his hair and trying to work out how to explain it all when strong arms wrapped around him from behind and Vincent kissed his neck gently.
“He’s your best friend, isn’t he?” Vincent asked, turning Laguna around to face him.
“Yes, he is,” Laguna sighed.
“Then he will understand,” Vincent re-assured him, as he leaned forward and kissed the worried president deeply. Laguna let himself be swept away in the kiss, wrapping his arms around his lover and returning it wholeheartedly. Oh hell, he couldn’t give this up for anything. Nobody had ever made him feel this way. One kiss and he was left oblivious to the world around him, including the approach of his best friend.
“What the fuck?” Kiros hissed, abruptly bringing Laguna back to reality. The president spun around to see Kiros staring at them, his face a mixture of shock, anger and something else that Laguna couldn’t read.
****
The walk to the cabin from the landing site was only short but Kiros felt his pulse increasing rapidly. He couldn’t hold back the smile on his face or the spring in his step as he rounded the last bend in the cliffs.
The sight before him stabbed him in the chest and ripped his heart out. Laguna was in the arms of a tall, dark haired man, their bodies entwined in a passionate kiss. He heard Laguna moan, was vaguely aware of words slipping past his lips, as he stood frozen in pain. Laguna spun around to face him but Kiros couldn’t bare to look at him, didn’t want to direct his pain into those eyes. He turned his glare onto the other man and suddenly his brain kicked back in to gear. Red cape. Golden claw. Fucking zombie. His side-arm was in his hand and firing before he was even aware of it.