Theft of the Heart

Theft of the heart...

This was done as a bet, me and my best friend where throwing different yaoi pairings around and this odd one stuck in my head. I did this as a bet, I LIKE THESE CHARACTERS A LOT!

So, the question is, what would happen if the infamous King of Bandit, Jing was to find a marvelous mansion he was told held a treasure, but soon found out that the treasure wasn’t gold... but one Vincent Valentine


NC-17

Xover King of Bandit Jing and Final Fantasy VII


Jing and Vincent


Other Warnings: Male/Male Slash, Lemon, Alternative Universe (well, duh!) Anal, Oral, , PWP (some plot, mostly porn), and anything else my dirty little kinky mind can think up


This takes place after the game.


As I have said before, this was done as a bet, I kind of want to see what will happen, so I am writing it, read and review if you like, flames are good too, because this is a weird combination, I know.


Theft of the heart


The infamous King of Bandits, Jing, stood in front of the massive building. His trusty friend Kir, sat on his shoulder.

“Wow, Kir, would you look at that place? Imagine what that is hiding!” Jing said.

“Yeah, come on, let’s go loot the place and get going to that nice town down the road I saw... I want to indulge myself some.” Kir said.

“Don’t be pushing it Kir.” Jing said, “We have to do our job first.”

Jing pushed the front door of the famed Shin-Ra mansion and walked inside. Kir and Jing looked around as they stood in the entry way.

“Wow, this place is old.” Kir said, “Come on, let’s grab this ‘famous treasure’ and get out of here... this old joint is giving me the creeps.”

Jing nodded, “Yeah, let’s search, I heard that the treasure is in a hidden room, downstairs.”

The two of them searched for what seemed like hours. Jing took Kir up to the highest level, and to the piano room, and to several bed rooms. But he missed the one room with the hidden wall would lead them to the treasures they wanted.

“Man Jing, we’ve been looking for some ‘down’ stairs now for hours, face it, it was a myth. Let’s just get going now, shall we?” Kir said, grumbling.

“Don’t you want to rest a bit, before you go off womanizing and drinking?” Jing said, “There’s a bedroom right here, we could rest at.”

Kir looked at the bed and sighed, “It has been a while since we rested, hasn’t it?”

Jing set Kir down and walked to the other side of the room, to place his coat down, just as the wall moved to reveal the secret staircase.

Jing glanced at Kir, “Kir?”

Kir was half asleep, “What is it now?”

“A secret staircase...”

“Well, you go see what’s down there, I am going to rest.” Kir said, his eyes closed.

Jing shook his head and started to travel down the long and winding staircase.

Kir looked up as soon as the hidden wall slammed back into place. “Oh...were did that boy go to now?”

The eighteen year old slowly walked down the dirt hallway, until he passed an old wooden door. Jing then stopped and tried the door.

“Locked.” He said, but Jing wasn’t one that would just walk away. He picked the lock.

The door swung open and Jing found the room had several coffins in it. There were two that was opened, but the King wanted to see what was in the other coffin. He touched the lid, and the door, caught by a gust of wind, slammed shut, locking the man inside.

Jing took a look, then continued to feel the silky wood on the tips of his fingers. He pulled back the lid of the coffin with very little difficulty.

Jing glanced at the occupant of the coffin, and was awestruck. The man inside the coffin was paler than death, his skin looked as soft as silk. Jing reached a hand out and touched the man’s face.

In a flash, his wrist was crushed by a metal gauntlet, and blood red eyes were staring at Jing’s grey ones.

Jing’s eyes were slightly fearful as he tried to pull his hand away from the man.

Vincent Valentine was shocked at this intruder, who looked like a young child. He stared at the boy.

Jing felt his voice leave his body, “W...who are ... you?”

Vincent’s eyes never left the young boy. “Vincent. Vincent Valentine. And who are you to invade my chamber and disturb my slumber?”

Jing took a deep breath, steadying himself, “My name is Jing. I am the King of the Bandits.”

Ah, Vincent thought, a thief, how very interesting. But why, he thought as those blazing red eyes bore deep into the younger man’s grey eyes, then down along his entire body, but why would a thief venture to this out of the way place? “Why are you here?” Vincent’s voice was soft and dark.

“I had heard of a wonderful lost treasure hidden deep in the house.” Jing said, still trying to get his wrist free from the metal bear-trap of Vincent’s metal hand.

“And... do you know where this treasure is?” Vincent said, sitting up.

Jing pulled his wrist away from the other man’s ‘hand’ and stared at him as Vincent stood to his full height and turned towards him.

“Jing, it isn’t nice to not answer me...” Vincent said, staring at the younger boy.

“I... I have no idea, sir.” Jing said, backing slowly towards the door. He just wanted out of here, not have anything to do with this man... where was Kir when he needed him for the infamous ‘Kir Royale?’

Vincent saw the fear in the other man’s eyes. Vincent took a step forward and held out his flesh hand. “If you are the so called ‘King of Bandits’ Jing, then take a look at the ‘secret treasure’ I am sure that you thought would be gold, Jing I am that treasure.”

Jing stared at the other man, his jaw hit the floor, a person was this hidden treasure that he had heard so much about? “Sir?”

“Please, Call me Vincent, Jing... for you are going to be here a good long while.”

Jing’s eyes widened at the thought, no... he couldn’t be... he had to get out of this room.

“I will not harm you, Jing, I will make it quiet pleasurable, in fact...” Vincent said, loading his gun idly.

“W..what do you mean I am going to be here for a good long while?” Jing said, beads of sweat began to form on the young man’s temples.

“I mean, that door can only be opened from the outside, and until someone comes by and thinks to look in here, you... are... mine.” Vincent said, walking towards Jing. Jing was expecting to be shot, and pushed his back against the door.

But instead of being shot, the King of Bandits was caught off guard. Vincent Valentine, the ex-Turk, didn’t kill him... he kissed him.

Jing’s eyes shot open, he didn’t know what to think. Another man’s lips on his were something that he had hoped he had never felt before. Jing tried to push the older man away from him, but Vincent was strong.

Vincent’s tongue played with the tip of Jing’s lip for a gentle moment, then forced the younger man’s open. Vincent’s tongue played against Jing’s lifeless tongue.

After what seemed like forever, Vincent pulled back and looked at Jing, who was trapped against the older man’s hold.

“Jing, we are going to be in here a good long time, we might as well make the time go a little faster...” Vincent said, his lips dangerously close to Jing’s again.

Jing didn’t want to kiss this man, but for some odd reason, he did want to kiss him.

Vincent lowered his mouth on the other man’s and this time, Jing came to life. Both men’s tongues danced in a wild fight for dominance. Jing brought his hands up and ran them through the man’s hair. Jing found the hair was soft and clean.

Jing felt the other man’s hands wrap around his own small body. Jing’s tongue played around in the other man’s tongue, around his teeth and gums, tasting and sampling his every touch.

When Vincent pulled back he smiled, “Jing... very, very good...” Vincent smirked, pushing against Jing.

Jing let out a small gasp as Vincent’s flesh hand moved his jacket out of the way and traveled up under his shirt.

Jing stared at the other man. He didn’t know what to think. He had never done anything of this sort with a man, and he wasn’t about to start. Damn Kir, where were you when I need you, Jing silently cursed his friend.

Vincent’s flesh hand played up under Jing’s tattered shirt, and his gauntlet kept the younger boy pinned down. Vincent’s lips traveled to the boys again as his tender fingers found the younger boys nipple.

Jing tried to pull away this time, but he was trapped like a rat in a corner, and could not get away.

Vincent forced his mouth deep into the younger man’s mouth, tasting, licking and sampling every bit of him while his hands made work of his nipple, tweaking and teasing it until it became a raised nub under his flesh.

Vincent pulled back again and smiled warmly, “Jing, I think you are enjoying this...”

Jing couldn’t help but notice that he indeed was becoming aroused as the other man pressed against him.

Vincent’s good hand found the top of Jing’s pants now, directing Jing’s attention away from the awkward placement of him and the elder man.

“Take them off, Jing...” Vincent whispered in his ear, licking the earlobe.

The King of Bandits knew that there was no way that he could say no, and part of him didn’t want to say no. He shrugged off his long yellow trench coat and peeled off his tight muscle shirt. That left Jing in just his boots and his black pants.

Vincent smirked at the man, while removing his own cloak and shirt. It had been years since Vincent had been aroused such as this. He was going to enjoy every golden moment of this, if Jing did or not.

Jing looked at the other and Vincent smiled, “All of it.”

Slowly, Jing removed his boots and slid his pants down, showing nothing more than a pair of black boxers.

Vincent felt himself grow hard as soon as he caught a glance at the other man’s aroused cock, buldging through the pants of his boxers.

Vincent smiled, and removed his weird metal boots and his pants, showing his own red boxers. Vincent sat down on the top of closed coffin and shot a come-hither glance at Jing.

Jing took in a deep breath, as if to say ‘Fuck it all’ and walked over to Vincent. Jing caught the other man’s mouth on his and gave him a deep, passionate kiss.

Vincent’s tongue danced with the young thief’s. Vincent felt the other man’s arms wrap around him and pull Vincent in.

Jing felt the other man’s arousal through the boxers, making him want more, want as much as he could get. “Vincent...” he begged when they broke their kiss. Jing got down on his knees and carefully moved Vincent’s boxers out of the way to show, what Jing thought to be, a grand prize.

Vincent gasped as the young man wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft, but almost came when the young man put his hot mouth on him. Vincent moaned softly and wrapped his fingers deeply into the thick hair of the younger man. “J...Jing.”

Jing licked gently and sucked the entire length of Vincent, marveling at each and every sound that Vincent made and the way he held his hair.

After several minutes of this treatment, Vincent placed his hands on Jing and pulled him away. Jing looked up at him questionably, but then understood. Vincent didn’t want to come, not yet, he wanted to make this last.

Jing stood up and Vincent grabbed him, pulling him close to him, and kissing him deeply.

Vincent tasted the essence of him on Jing’s lips and tongue, and that made him want more, more of this young boy.

Jing pulled back, his eyes half opened. Vincent looked at him, “turn around... I’m going to show you...”

Jing’s eyes filled with both fear and lust. He turned around and sat on Vincent’s lap.

Vincent kissed the younger’s shoulder and placed a finger inside of his virgin orifice.

Jing let out a stifled moan, biting his own tongue at the mixture of both pain and pleasures.

Vincent added another finger to the hole, causing Jing to squirm a little from the pain and moan out from the pleasure.

“Now, now... I have to prep you for me, boy... Jing...” Vincent hissed in his ear. Jing calmed down a bit.

Vincent wrapped his flesh and metal hand around Jing’s thin waist and kissed him on the neck as he set him down so the head of his member pressed against Jing’s secret place.

Jing let out a small squeak as Vincent rammed his entire length deep inside of him.

Vincent closed his eyes and let out a small moan, not having felt anything so soft or tender or tight in his entire life.

Jing moaned as Vincent started to slowly thrust, pulling back and forth. Vincent rocked into the other man. Vincent held his metal hand on Jing’s waist while the other hand wrapped around and began to stroke his hard member in time with his thrusts.

It was only a few moments until Vincent’s pace quickened, changing into deeper, stronger thrusts. Jing was close to the edge as Vincent rubbed and stroked him as he continued to thrust.

“Jing....” Vincent hissed as he shot his load deep into the younger man.

At the same time, Jing released, shooting his seed onto Vincent’s hand and all over his own legs.

Vincent nuzzled the younger man’s neck and sighed, “I needed that...”

***

It was about four days later that Kir was flying down the staircase, wondering what ever happened to his boy, Jing.

“JING???”

Nothing.

“JING!”

Kir stopped in front of an ominous looking door, wondering if maybe Jing was on the other side of it. He pushed it open, calling, “JING???”

Jing opened the lid of a coffin and looked around, “What are you doing Kir?”

“I was finding you! What in the world are you DOING here Jing?”

It was about that time that Vincent lifted his head out of the same coffin.

Kir landed on the side of the coffin, “I’m sorry Ma’am, was I interrupting something?”

Vincent scowled and spoke darkly, “Who’s the smart ass owl?”

Jing laughed, and looked at Kir. Kir jumped, “Holy Shit! It’s a dude! JING!”

Jing laughed, “That’s my Raven friend, Kir...”

“Am I interrupting something?” Kir asked.

“Nothing at all, nothing at all...” Jing said, reaching for his clothes, “We’d better be going.”

***

Jing and Kir took one last look at the Mansion.

Kir wondered, “Hey, Jing, what was the treasure in there anyways?”

“Nothing too special, nothing at all...” Jing said, turning around and walking away from the only man that had shown him that love doesn’t have to be... traditional.