Wherever You Will Go

Title: Wherever You Will Go
Fandom: FFVII / FFVIII crossover
Authors: Calvi Sama (Vincent, Irvine) and Madisuzy (Laguna, Kiros)
Pairing: Vincent and Laguna
Summary: From an erotic chance encounter blossoms a love that will test both
men's desire and devotion and will send them on a journey of self discovery that will change both of their lives forever.
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing, sex, violence
Rating: +18
Disclaimer: We don’t own FFVII or FFVIII and make no money from this story.


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Title is taken from the song – Wherever You Will Go by The Calling.

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Chapter 8

Laguna stepped out into the courtyard and breathed deeply. The various smells of the private garden calmed his nerves as he wandered past the fountain and continued into the grove of trees at the far side of the allotment. This was where he always came to get his head together when life became too much and his favorite spot was a little bench hidden amongst the thick branches where nobody could see him. It was the only place in the whole of Esthar where he was never disturbed by anyone, except for Kiros, and he really didn’t think that his friend would be looking for him at this point.

Sinking down on the bench, he leaned back and stared at the crystal blue sky through the tree tops, watching a few fluffy white clouds roll by. What in Hades was happening to him? His whole life he’d only ever had sex in a bedroom behind a locked door and he had no idea why he’d felt the need to jump Vincent in the conference room. It was hardly acceptable behavior for a man of his age and position and he was mortified that they’d been caught.

Sighing and closing his eyes, his thoughts drifted to Vincent as he remembered the hurt on his lover’s face as the elevator doors had closed. Laguna realized he should have given the young man a better explanation but humiliation made the urge to run too strong to deny. Thanks to his newly awakened libido, he’d not only hurt Vincent but he’d given Kiros and Irvine an eyeful as well.

Wonderful...

Laguna could only groan in horror at the thought of how Squall was going to react to the news that his father was being pounded on the table that they’d all been sitting around only minutes before.

“Laguna?” a voice called softly, jolting him out of his thoughts as he spun his head around to find Kiros standing next to him, still staring at the ground. Great, his best friend was going to spend the rest of their lives avoiding eye contact as well… just perfect.

“Kiros, I’m so sorry you had to see that. I never meant…,” Laguna trailed off as words failed him.

“You never meant for me to barge in like a fool?” Kiros said with a chuckle. “I’m the one who should apologize. After all, the door was locked.” Laguna frowned at his friend who was still studying his shoes intently.

“If that’s the case, why won’t you look at me?” Laguna asked. Kiros flinched at the question and began fidgeting with one of his braids.

“Well… ah…,” Kiros fumbled as he tried desperately to form words in his head. He’d had the perfect response all planned out but it had fled the moment he’d laid eyes on Laguna with his neck arched back so invitingly and his eyes closed. Fuck, get it together man, Kiros scolded himself as he took a deep breath. Finally, he dragged his eyes up to look into Laguna’s and held his gaze. “Look, I just came out here to make sure you were okay.”

“Well my pride and self respect are DOA but the rest of me will survive,” the President muttered, trying to ignore the strange way Kiros was looking at him.

“You want me to talk to Irvine? I think he would be willing to keep this to himself. After all, it serves no purpose in his investigation and it would only piss Squall off,” Kiros asked, as he tried to think unsexy thoughts. His brain wasn’t co-operating as it kept replaying the earlier incident in glorious Technicolor in his head.

“You think he would?” Laguna murmured, hope filling his eyes at the possible solution.

“I don’t see why not. Irvine seems to be a reasonable young man,” Kiros replied as his eyes drifted down to his friend’s pink lips. He remembered how those lips had looked when Vincent was thrusting into Laguna’s body. Without realizing it, one hand snuck up and cupped the President’s cheek as his thumb gently ran along Laguna’s bottom lip.

“K… Kiros?” Laguna stuttered out, snapping the other man out of his trance. Kiros pulled his arm back as if he’d been stung and looked back into confused green eyes.

“I should go,” he whispered, turning and walking away through the trees to leave a stunned Laguna staring after him.

**.**

Meanwhile back at the Palace’s target range, Irvine was looking at Vincent in disbelief, “Now, what d’ya mean ya need a weapon? Ya got one right there on yer hip.”

Vincent was leaning said hip against one of the partitions, looking at Irvine with a brow raised and little grin on his sinful lips. “Because Cerberus is a large caliber, battle-ready weapon. If you want the target reduced to powder I would be glad to use her. But as it is, I would much prefer a smaller caliber weapon for this. Now do you, or do you not have one?”

Irvine huffed and glared at Vincent, which only made the man’s grin widen. Finally he conceded and reached behind him to the waistband under his duster and withdrew a small handgun. He gripped the barrel carefully and passed it to Vincent butt-first after first making sure the safety was on.

Nodding in approval, which only made Irvine grit his teeth, Vincent made quick work of examining the sidearm, checking the clip, the barrel, heft and sight. Irvine could only grudgingly acknowledge an upward nudge in his respect for the dark-haired, self-proclaimed gunman. Vincent knew his way around firearms. Leaning back against the far wall and giving Vincent the room he needed, Irvine watched carefully as the ex-Turk ran the paper target out as far as it would go, which in the sniper’s mind was pretty damned far. He’s either seriously confident in his abilities, or he’s just tryin’ to impress me on purpose, Irvine thought, not at all believing the second half of that for a second.

Taking a moment, Vincent turned to the side and studied the target, gauging its distance. His enhanced vision easily focused in upon the center of the target. He raised his borrowed sidearm, approving of it’s balance, and took a second to sight along the barrel, then quickly squeezed of six shots in an even rhythm of ‘pops’. Without hesitating he ran the target in. Six shots, one hole, dead center; really, target range shooting was just too easy. He turned around and just caught Irvine closing his mouth with a snap, his eyes as large around as saucers. Vincent smirked; really this young man was very nearly charming. “I take it you approve then?”

Shaking his head and blinking, Irvine reluctantly tore his eyes off of the target. This guy is good, he thought. The distance t’ that target was nearly one that would require a scope! But something did strike him as a little odd though. “I sure do, Mr. Valentine, I sure do. But I have t’wonder why you only shoot one-handed. Usually people need to steady their weapon with th’ other hand.”

Vincent nodded, “A valid question, Mr. Kinneas.” He held up his gauntleted hand and said, “This hand and arm suffered tremendous trauma and the damage is permanent. I cannot adequately grip any weapon with my left hand. Instead I use a modified gauntlet, for hand-to-hand, but mostly defense.” He handed Irvine’s weapon back in the same fashion he had been given it, and then withdrew Cerberus, grinning as Irvine’s eyes widened even further.

“That is quite a piece,” Irvine breathed appreciatively, staring at the intricate tri-barreled pistol, “may I?” He held out his hand. Vincent nodded and carefully placed Cerberus into his hand. Irvine gasped at the weapon’s sheer weight. He looked up at Vincent again in stunned disbelief. “An’ ya wield this one-handed?”

Vincent nodded and took Cerberus back when Irvine held it out. “I do. My strength is enhanced, so its weight is nothing more to me than that handgun is to you.”

Irvine nodded and chewed on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. He would really like to pick Vincent’s brain about just what it was that he had done as a ‘Turk’, but instead asked, “Then I suppose movin’ targets’r not a problem for ya, then.”

Vincent only grinned.

***.***

To say Laguna was stunned would be an understatement. The last twenty-four hours had been one surprise after the next and it was just too much for the usually calm President. Not long after Kiros left him in the garden, Laguna went looking for Vincent even though he was still not sure what he would say to his lover. He just wanted to be in Vincent’s arms again and wipe everything else away.

Laguna made his way to the target range after the secretary told him that’s where Vincent and Irvine had gone. Upon entering, he saw both men immediately but something held him back. Standing where he couldn’t be seen, he simply observed the two together as they talked. Both where absorbed in a conversation about their weapons and Laguna watched as Vincent passed his gun over to Irvine who handled it with reverence. He tried to talk himself into approaching but again found himself unable to do so.

Turning and leaving, Laguna headed for his room. A numbness had settled over him, leaving him feeling like he was walking through a dream and none of this was real. The fact that it was the middle of the day didn’t stop him from discarding his clothes and crawling into his bed. The scent of his lover clung to the bedding and calmed his racing mind as he drifted off to sleep.

***.***

Back now at the Palace’s training room for SeeDs when they visited the Capital of Esthar, Irvine was once again transfixed. Only this time he was staring at a bank of monitors for cameras that were positioned at different angles to watch the room’s occupants. This man is amazing, he thought as he watched Vincent leap effortlessly up into the branches of a tree to avoid poison spit. He saw the flash from the man’s awesome weapon, and the Bug splattered into gooey, gory chunks. Lithe as a jungle cat, Vincent dropped back to the floor in a crouch, gun cocked up and ready for the next attack. He’s a fuckin’ machine, Irvine thought, leaning forward onto his arms, completely unable to look away.

Though not a particularly difficult set of challenges, Vincent found the monsters of the training room to be at least entertaining. When Irvine had asked him about moving targets he had only smiled, and when the young mad had suggested the training room, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Opening Cerberus, he checked his ammunition levels, reloaded where it was needed, then closed the weapon once more. Suddenly there was a booming ‘thud’ and the ground under his feet shook. Straightening up, he slowly turned around and came face to face with an enormous monster the likes of which he had never seen before. Well now, he thought, this could get interesting.

Irvine’s heart nearly stopped as the T-Rexaur loomed over Vincent. Aw shit! He thought getting out his own heavy-caliber firearm, ready to run in as support. These beasts were notoriously hard to kill if you were not equipped with the right magic. He hesitated though, when he saw Vincent calmly step in front of the great red and orange lizard.

Leveling Cerberus and aiming for the creature’s head, Vincent fired off an exploratory shot. The monster didn’t even flinch. Hn, he thought, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. A challenge at last. What ensued was nothing short of a lethal dance. Vincent would leap to different positions, firing at multiple places on the creature’s body as he looked for a weak spot to exploit, while in return the T-Rexaur would lash out at him. The Rex was slow in its attacks but unpredictable with where and what it would attack with. Vincent studied the beat’s movements and slowly began to feel confident that it could be killed.

As his confidence grew, his attention slipped a little, and he caught a rather unpleasant head-butt from the T-Rexaur that was going to leave a rather nasty bruise. In retaliation, he rolled under the Rex and fired upwards into the soft, unprotected flesh of the creature’s throat. Ah-hah! he thought triumphantly as he saw the beast shudder and growl. He could feel the demons roiling inside of him, wanting out, wanting to fight, and as he leapt out from under the T-Rexaur, they were given just the opportunity they had been looking for as the beast’s tail made a shattering impact with his body.

With a surprised ‘oof’, he was sent flying into a thick tree trunk, causing the sturdy wood to crack. As he slid to the ground he felt that surge of power that told him he had reached his limit and a transformation was imminent. As his awareness slid back from his consciousness, he was dimly aware of Galian shooting to the surface as his body began to bend and stretch, his bones elongating painfully as muscles tore and reformed into the massive creature that was the Galian Beast. It was as though he was watching it all from a great distance as the Galian Beast threw its arms wide and roared a challenge at the T-Rexaur. Easily a third of the size of the Rex, Galian threw itself at the monster, all teeth, horns and claws.

What the fuck is that?! Irvine thought, gaping at the monitors as a massive purple-skinned, white-haired creature stood where Vincent had been. Is that what Vincent was talkin’ about when he said ‘demons’? Irvine watched as this new “Vincent” tore into the Rex with hell-borne fury.

Vincent continued to ‘watch’ as Galian leapt upon the T-Rexaur’s back and wrapped its thick arms around the giant lizard’s neck to grasp the powerful jaws. With a horrendous wrench and a sickening crack, Galian forced the Rex’s jaws open wide enough to snap the hinge. Jaws now gaping uselessly, the T-Rexaur roared in pain and fury as Galian leapt off of its back to land facing it. Bringing its massive clawed fist back, Galian put all of its strength behind it as it punched through the massive chest cavity of the Rex, dropping the great lizard instantly. Energy spent, Galian’s awareness retreated and Vincent once again came forward as his body shrunk back into its normal form.

Slumping onto the ground in exhaustion, he was only dimly aware of the doors sliding open and running feet quickly coming closer to him.

“What th’ fuck was that?” Irvine said kneeling in front of him. “Vincent? Y’all right?”

Vincent weakly pushed Irvine’s hands away from him. “Fine,” he mumbled. “Just tired. Was the Galian Beast. Need to rest.”

“I’ll say y’do. C’mon.” Irvine got Vincent’s arm over his shoulder and heaved the slightly larger man to his feet. He chuckled, “That there noggin’ kong’s gonna leave a helluva bruise m’friend.”

Vincent grinned. “It will be gone in the morning, I assure you.”

“Quick healer?”

“You might say that.” Vincent was feeling a little steadier on his feet and he gently removed his arm from around Irvine’s shoulder. “Thank you. If you have no further need of me, I believe I shall retire to…rest.”

“Naw, y’go right on ahead. I figure our little evaluation session’ll start tomorra anyway, but I’ll make note of what I’ve seen here. Quite impressive. I’ll meet ya at the President’s quarters in the mornin’. Ya gonna be able t’find yer way back all right?” Irvine asked cocking his head and peering at Vincent from under his hat, blue eyes sparkling cheerfully.

“Yes, I believe I will,” Vincent said rubbing one arm. “And Mr. Kinneas…thank you for your discretion.”

Irvine touched his hat in acknowledgment. “Aw, Mr. Valentine, don’t ya think we’re a bit beyond formalities now? Call me Irvine.”

Vincent laughed outright. “Quite right, Mr. Kin… Irvine, quite right. And by all means, please call me Vincent.”

Irvine barely repressed a shiver at that incredible voice saying his name, and he held out his hand. “Well met, Vincent.”

Vincent clasped Irvine’s hand in a firm and steady grip, their eyes meeting. “Well met, indeed.”

They parted with mutual smiles, and Vincent headed back to Laguna’s quarters where he slipped in and found Laguna sound asleep in the enormous bed. Grinning he removed his shirt and eased down next to his lover, kissing the man’s bare shoulder as Laguna stirred and rolled onto his back to blink sleepily at him. “Hi,” Vincent murmured softly, reaching up to gently and playfully tug on an errant lock of Laguna’s hair.

“Mmm…sorry about earlier,” Laguna mumbled, still mostly asleep. He looked at his lover, remembering how he’d deserted Vincent in the conference room. “I shouldn’t of just left you there without an explanation. It was a selfish thing for me to do.”

Suddenly, Laguna remembered the cowboy and frowned as panic crept back over him. He had no idea if Kiros was still going to talk to the boy after the weird little incident in the garden which meant he was going to have to handle it himself. “Damn, I gotta get up. Have to talk to Irvine and somehow convince him not to tell Squall,” he muttered, wiping his eyes and trying to make his body sit up.

Vincent placed a firm hand on Laguna’s shoulder and pushed him back down. Laguna looked up at him, confusion written quite plainly upon his features. “I have already spoken with Irvine and he agrees that our private business has no place in any reports that he has to make, both written and verbal. I also believe that he shall be most discreet. But Laguna…,” he trailed off and clasped the other man’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to make Laguna meet his eyes. “It is I who should apologize. I did not take your reputation into account, and I should have stopped. I…” He shook his head, momentarily lost for words.

“What are you talking about, Vincent? It was me who was on your lap, if you remember. It was also me that got the lube off Irvine,” Laguna mumbled, frowning at his own words. “Fuck, what is wrong with me? I asked my son’s best friend for lube. And then Kiros… Am I that screwed up?” He tried to pull his face away from Vincent’s but his lover held him firmly. “This is what happens when you get involved with a crazy old man, Vincent.”

Rumbling a chuckle, Vincent leaned forward and gently kissed Laguna. “Oh I wouldn’t call you screwed up. Well…,” he paused thoughtfully, “…you are sleeping with a lab rat, so maybe you might be a bit, off.” He winked at Laguna’s indignant expression. “And I’d like to think that I’ve cornered the market in the ‘crazy old man department’, or have you forgotten that I’m twenty years older than you?”

Laguna tried to stay angry at himself… he really did. Looking into Vincent’s eyes made it impossible though as lower regions of his body refused to co-operate. Trying to ignore his hormones he reached a hand up to move a lock of hair away from Vincent’s face.

“How am I suppose to remember that when you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Before he could stop himself, Vincent flinched away from Laguna’s hand when it bushed lightly against the admirable bump and bruise on his forehead. In a quick recovery he took Laguna’s hand in his own and brought it to his lips, sucking on first one finger, then a second as he murmured huskily, “A man’s beauty is not judged by his face, but by his actions, and his heart.” Vincent kissed Laguna’s palm. “My beauty is a lie, but you, Laguna, are the most beautiful person I have even seen.”

“We may have to agree to… to disagree on that point,” Laguna stuttered out, his eyes locked onto his lover’s lips. The sensation of his fingers disappearing into Vincent’s mouth had caused his cock to fully awaken and he whimpered helplessly at the ache it caused. His eyes flicked back up to his lovers’ and it was only then that he noticed the edge of a bruise peeking out from under Vincent’s red headscarf. “Are you h… hurt?” Laguna stuttered out, his eyes going wide. “What the hell happened?”

“What, this?” Vincent gestured at his forehead then waved his hand dismissively. “I was playing in the Palace training room and had a rather unfortunate run-in with an extremely large purple and orange two-legged lizard. The son-of-a-bitch packs one hell of a head butt, but it will be gone in the morning. I was also pushed to my limit and transformed into the Galian Beast.” He rolled over onto his back, put his arms behind his head and sighed, closing his eyes. “Big day….”

Laguna sat up, looking over Vincent for any other signs of damage. “You what?” he sputtered. “What were you doing in the training room? You could have been seriously hurt! Do you need to see a doctor? You transformed into what?” he rambled as his hands swept over Vincent to check for injuries.

Vincent laughed and caught Laguna’s hands, stopping their frantic search. He brought them up to his mouth and kissed them. “Relax. I heal quickly and nothing in that training room posed a threat. I don’t die so easily.” He pushed Laguna over onto his back, pleased to see that the man was well on his way to a full hard-on. With a contented sigh he laid his head on Laguna’s belly, his hand finding Laguna’s cock and beginning to lazily squeeze and stroke it. He was only dimly aware of the full body shudder from the man under him.

He sighed again, sending his breath over Laguna erection, resulting in a pearly drop forming at the tip. Vincent smiled lazily, giving two quick, hard jerks of his hand before removing it to trace a forefinger lightly over the newly weeping head. He shut his eyes and therefore missed the cock-twitch. “You know, Laguna, I was thinking…what do you think about creating a sort of mini-Garden here at the Palace? That way SeeDs could come and go and there-.” He jerked when he felt something warm and wet splatter onto his face. What? He sat up and looked down at Laguna in surprise. He brought his hand up and swiped it across his face. When he brought it away he saw it was covered in semen.

His lips twitched. “Hair trigger there, lover?”

Laguna’s heart was pounding in his ears and his eyes were wide in shock as he gaped at Vincent. He’d not only come far too quickly but had also managed to do so across his lover’s face. Oh Hyne, he thought, sure he’d die from embarrassment.

“F… fuck, I… uh,” he stuttered out, his face burning as he tried to catch his breath. No, not this. Not after everything else that had happened today. Grabbing a pillow he pressed it into his face and whimpered pathetically as he prayed for this whole day to be one twisted nightmare instead of the humiliating reality it was.

Vincent was torn between chuckles and pity. He settled for the middle ground. Laughing softly he whipped his face on a far corner of exposed sheet then leaned back down to gently remove the pillow from Laguna’s face. The poor man’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his face was so red he was literally throwing off heat. Vincent placed a comparably cooler hand against one smooth cheek and kissed Laguna’s forehead before murmuring into his lover’s ear, “I’ll tell you a secret… you are not the first man to come on my face, and I’m sure it will happen again. In point of fact, I plan on it.” He leaned back and brushed his lips over Laguna’s. “Now won’t you open your eyes?”

At Laguna’s furious shake of his head, Vincent sighed and lay on his side next to the smaller man, settled into the pillows and draped his arm across Laguna’s waist. “Well, then I shall wait here until you do. Did I ever mention that I like this mattress?”

“I’m sorry,” Laguna whispered, his eyes still closed as he battled with his embarrassment. The image of Vincent’s face streaked with his seed flashed into his mind and his cock twitched again in interest. He opened his eyes to escape the mental picture, cursing his own libido for the hundredth time that day. Gods, he thought in frustration. He had never been this constantly horny before in his life. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” he muttered, turning to look apologetically at amused ruby eyes. Oh yeah, that’s what wrong with me, he thought to himself as he drank in the beauty beside him. He should have realized that being with someone this attractive would have to have a downside.

Vincent frowned slightly when he saw Laguna’s face. The man didn’t look very… happy. Abruptly he grew nervous as he hesitantly reached out to touch Laguna, but stopped just before he could. “Do I… do I really make you that uncomfortable? Laguna, I do not wish to be a burden, if you would like me to leave you alone I can find other quarters….” Just don’t send me away… I don’t… I don’t think I could bear that.

Laguna frowned in confusion at Vincent’s words. “What?” he blurted out, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. Suddenly, he realized what was going on. “Damn it, Vincent! You don’t make me uncomfortable. You just make me horny, you idiot,” he said, smiling as he leaned over to kiss his lover tenderly. “I’m just not used to being turned on twenty-four hours a day. Makes me act like more of a fool than usual.”

“Well that makes two of us then,” Vincent replied reaching his arms up to encircle Laguna and bring the man down onto him for a lazy, open-mouthed and lingering kiss. When he finally pulled back he said hungrily, “And here I thought you liked me for my brains.” He sighed dramatically – and a little relieved – and tried to pout. “So all I am is a pretty face to you?” While Laguna looked at him with a mixture of reproach and incredulity, Vincent began to sneak his hands down to cup Laguna’s buttocks, gradually easing two fingers into the smaller man’s relaxed opening.

Laguna was just about to make a witty reply when something entering his nether regions cut off all power to his brain, making him squeak in surprise. As Vincent’s fingers pushed deeper he whimpered, moving his knees underneath himself and closing his eyes as he pushed back, surprised to find that there was no resistance. Then he remembered the conference room and Vincent pounding him into the table. Biting his lip to stifle a moan he continued to rock back and forth on the fingers, lost in sensation and memory. Laguna was so caught up that he forgot to be embarrassed, forgot to worry about how he looked as he impaled himself and tried to make the fingers go deeper.

Breath sticking in his throat, Vincent watched Laguna work himself against his fingers. He curled those fingers as Laguna pushed back and was rewarded with a little jump and moan from his lover that shot straight to his groin and stayed there. With a growl he pulled his fingers away and shot up to push Laguna down onto his stomach while his hands went to the waistband of his pants. He quickly freed his now painfully hard erection and fell back down across Laguna’s back using a hand and a knee to part the smaller man’s thighs. Gripping his cock he positioned himself and pushed roughly inside Laguna’s tight heat where he began to thrust, each shove driving Laguna down into the mattress.

As his hips continued their merciless thrusts, the hand not holding him up, moved to wrap around Laguna’s throat and jaw, lifting his lover’s head up from where he had had it buried in the pillows. Vincent licked and nipped any and all available skin as he growled, “You…drive me wild… Y-you leave th-the gentleman…ngh!…to t-tempt th’…ooohhhh fuck!…tempt the beast…” And then he bit Laguna, at the juncture of neck and shoulder as he bucked harder against the smaller, stockier body under him, until both men were reduced to hoarse, barked cries and ragged gasps.

The sting of the bite surprised Laguna, but not in the way he had expected. It made his eyes roll back in his head in a wave of intense pleasure that brought him to the edge of orgasm instantly.

“V... vin,” he gasped, his hands gripping the sheets so hard that the material began to rip under the abuse. “Again… uhh… b… bite me,” he whined between breaths.

With a groan, Vincent’s thrusts turned jerky and brutal as he neared his release. Yet he still managed to slowly lick up Laguna’s neck, then down and along the other man’s broad shoulders as he pulled Laguna’s hair to the side. Finally he nuzzled the other side of his lover’s neck, his breath falling hot and moist as he slowly licked circles over the heated flesh. With one particularly deep thrust he held his position, deep within Laguna and shifted his body so he could raise his lover’s hips off of the mattress a fraction, nudging the man’s legs wider apart.

At last he finished his trip up an electric staircase of blinding pleasure as he fucked Laguna to completion. As his muscles tensed and his balls drew tight against his body, he pushed into Laguna once, twice, three times and upon the fourth he bit down hard on Laguna’s neck as he released his seed into his lover’s shuddering body.

Laguna came the moment he felt that delicious pain, writhing beneath his lover as all his senses overloaded into bliss. The next conscious thought that entered his mind was pure love for the beautiful man that lay on top of him as they both fought for breath.

“Gods, I love you,” he muttered, too completely sated to care if Vincent returned his affections at that point. Remembering his lover’s last reaction to his declaration, he added, “And you don’t have to say it back. Just don’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you, Laguna,” Vincent murmured pulling out of his lover’s body and sinking down to lie on his back. He easily pulled Laguna’s limp body up against him to rest upon his chest and he kissed the smaller man’s forehead. “I can’t leave you… I need you too much.” The words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t say them because he didn’t trust them. He didn’t know what he felt, only that in the presence of his man he felt a peace that he had never known existed.

Vincent felt hope that he had an actual chance at a new life; where his past was only to be taken at his word, and what was done to his body could be shuttered off into a carefully guarded, dirty little secret known only by a trusted few. After all, he knew secrets… he knew them well, having dwelt amongst them for most of his life. But what struck him as the most frightening, was that if something were to happen to Laguna, it would utterly destroy him.

Tbc