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Adult ++
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12
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Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I don't own SquareEnix or any of their Squaresoft
characters. I don't own Advent Children, or else I would be rich. I
don't own Cloud, Fenrir (his bike), Vincent, or any of Cloud's many many many
swords.
have seen the movie, you might understand where this could be coming from.
I've recieved lots of good words for this on the Livejournal Community acfiction.
This chapter was NOT included in the original version of this fanfic, but I
decided to write it out of sheer need for something more to happen between
chapter 8 and the next chapter. Needless to say, it's a shorter chapter,
but I like it...Chapter 9I opened my eyes out of a beautiful dream that left me with its discomforting
after-effects. My
eyes floated from object to object in our room as I curled around Cloud's body, until I
looked down at his sleeping face. His eyes were half-open, and he was
awake judging from the oceanic whoosh of his breath, slowly in, slowly out.
His blue eyes flickered toward me, and his lips curved into a smile."Hangover," he sighed, and closed his eyes again. The soft lights
spilling through the transparent shades made eye-catching patterns upon the
carpet by the bathroom door. But I was fortunately spared the vagaries of
a morning after. Cloud, however, was not. I could tell he would suffer more if his Geostigma should happen to act up.
My distracting condition did not improve our situation, but I had the
self-control, despite of how good he smelled, how good his bare skin was against
mine...Stop that.I sat up slowly. He made a noise, covered his eyes with his hand.
But I pulled it away and rolled him onto his back. The bed was so
gargantuan, they could have squeezed five men into it, and maybe it was the one
thing that was similar between the Honey Bee Inn of old and the one we were
occupying now. Five men in one bed didn't seem so horrible in Midgar, when
pleasure was scarce and beauty even rarer.Cloud took a silent cue and relaxed. I slid over the small of his back,
the two of us down to our barest essentials without being completely nude. Carefully I used my right,
human hand, to press against his muscles, coaxing tension and tightness away.
My other arm hung at my side for I dare not use such a technique with both of
them without ripping out Cloud's spinal column by accident.Relaxation ensued with each prompt, precise touch, relieving him immensely. His body was lean and fit, his arms down by his
sides where I had directed them. His head was turned to the side, so I
learned quickly to work around the muscles that stretched from the position.
Now and again I was rewarded with a soft moan of abstract bliss that was in no
way sexual but all the same sent a lance of heat straight into my gut and
throughout.I raked my hand through his blonde hair, working my way up, over his scalp.
It was choked with the gel he'd used to keep it back and I wished that I could
rinse it out. He brought up his hands and rested his chin across his arms,
and I leaned forward slowly, my bare chest laying across his
shoulderblades. It was in that position, parallel to his spine, that I
felt him shaking with every breath. "Cloud?" My voice stained with worry, I pressed my lips to the
pale shell of his ear.The warrior shifted his legs, opening his eyes. "You feel good...
Vincent. Don't stop."I didn't stop. I worked both hands confidently over his biceps, and
took his hands, rubbing over worn, calloused fingers and joints of thumbs.
The warrior purred again and lifted himself
a fraction onto his elbows. I rolled back, away from him to watch his body unfold into an
upright, sitting position. There was a bashful smile on his flushed
cheeks, and he seemed much better. His Geostigmatic arm was almost worse
than I'd ever seen it, but he showed no sign of pain at all."What time is it?" he asked softly. I twisted my head around,
searching the walls, and found a clock on the wall whose hands told 7:23 in the
AM.I related the time, and he nodded. "We've got a few hours yet."I felt myself smiling. "Are you going to be alright during that time?
Hungry?""No. Gods, no. I think I'll pop if I eat anything."
Cloud leaned back on the bed again, arched his spine just so that I could almost
hear the joints groan and pop. He was loose, relaxed, and maybe my magic
touch had taken away the majority of his hung over discomforts.A moment later, mouth crushed against mouth, and his tongue was down my
throat, and we hadn't even asked or bothered to wonder. We just happened
to crash together like two errant winds, thrust into the same atmosphere and
conjoin. A couple of hours was reason enough to spend it making love to my
blonde lover, I suppose. He was
moaning quietly for another distraction, his arm around my lower back, knees
locked tightly around my waist, bucking against me through his underwear, a
single damp spot standing where the tip of his penis lay. He told me he
wanted me, demanded things from me I would not have ever given him before.
How strange that this act had become so commonplace.I placed my hand on his stomach, the straining muscles beneath it quivering.
But it was there I hesitated, my eyes filled with the same look, I knew it,
because I saw my face reflected in the deep, oceanic depths of his gaze."Please." His eyes opened wide, his lips wet, full and bruised,
his chest rising and falling with his rapid, agonized breaths. "Please,
Vin. You're beautiful, Vincent, don't think anything else. I want
you."I tentatively scraped a claw lightly across the taut front of his underwear.
He writhed carefully, head falling back as his neck stretched. His throat
bare like a canvas, I leaned close, painting it lovingly with a hot, pink
tongue, and rubbing encouragingly and drawing almost feminine, agonized moans
from him. "Fuck me... Fuck me, Vin... Ohhhh, there... right... there... oh, god,
oh gawd..."He clung to me blindly. I don't think he cared what he was doing, just
that I didn't stop. And I never wanted to.And then the color of his voice changed. Then he was silently pulling
on my arm, then digging his fingers into them. I looked up and saw that his face was screwed
up with agony. I immediately shied away, but he wouldn't let go, wouldn't
let me remove my poisonous presence from the premesis; his eyes found mine.
They begged me to stay.
The scars were bleeding and damn my soul but I was afraid that I had caused it,
that it was my own fault for even entertaining the idea that we could enjoy a
few sparse moments of peace.
This was too much; his pain, I couldn't take away, not even this, not even...
now. When we seemed so close to each other, I could almost hear his
thoughts and words before he spoke them.The scars bled onto the sheets. They stood out like stark black stones
when they fell into the whiteness.It felt both oily and coarse against my bare skin. I tore myself away
to dig out bandages, cursing that it was still a little too dark for even me to
see properly. A moment later I scrambled back to the side of the bed,
ripping off piece after piece as I wiped up the black blood pushing up from his
scars. His
lips pursed, silently embarassed and ashamed of himself.Cloud, don't think that way. I can see it in your eyes. Don't
be embarassed. This is nothing. Death is nothing to be embarassed about.
I wish for all the world that I was in your place...He became still quickly enough, quivering as though his bones had vanished
and he was victim to the torture I could not take away from him. I shut my
eyes, and slipped off the gauntlet from my left hand. His eyes followed
the simple movement with disbelief."I... I didn't know it was just a--" He was surprised and almost
somewhat pleased and disappointed."So don't many others," I said softly, setting the metal gauntlet
aside. Now, with both arms, I held him and we remained close like two
stars, churning in the dark of space, for eternity.After he had rested and eaten a little, we made quiet and unquestioning love
in the darkness, because the light hurt his eyes and he had told me gently as he
took hold of me before I started deciding to dress in my ordinary traveling garb
that he wanted me, that he didn't want me to leave believing it was a ruined
morning. And so we did, and our hushed breaths gathered again in the still
sinful, unbroken stillness that was our island, our haven from all bad things.
He begged that we take our time, not rush it like desperate villains trying to
complete some terrible plot. He was responsive and beautiful, eyes bright
as two burning suns in our dim universe as he arched his back and I told him how
much I cared for him, how much I loathed his illness.Then I cried again, and so did he. I suppose we reached some sort of
pinnacle of understanding with our tears. After it was over, we left to
return to Edge.