In this skin

Title: In this skin:
Rating: NC-17 (and a half!)
Type: Yaoi
Paring: Tseng/Vincent
Anal, oral, PWP, Tragic death, pain and LEMON


To my one and only, my dearest love,
I have searched for you for as many years as we had been apart, I want to show you that I am sorry for the ass that I am, please forgive me and let me show you how much I really, truly care about you, my love.
Yours in eternal life and our hells,

Damn it, the pale, darkly clad, mysterious male thought as he read the letter that someone had left him on his coffin earlier that morning. He had never been one to appreciate receiving a love letter, but this one was...intriguing, to say the very least. He ran his flesh fingers through his dark black hair and sighed. He knew who sent this letter to him, and he knew that he would be waiting for him too...

Vincent sat on the closed lid of his coffin, lost deep in thoughts from his past love. He must have been deeper in thought than he realized because he didn’t even hear the female walking up to him.

“Vincent? Are you smiling?” Tifa asked him, startling the strange man.

Vincent quickly changed his face back into his cold, flat expression. The fleeting thoughts of his young love left his saddened mind for at least the time being.

“I was just thinking...” Vincent said in his cool tone.

“Oh...er...well, Vincent, I just wanted to let you know that we are going to be arriving at Midgar soon and if you want to shop or anything....”

Yes, Vincent thought, I do want to do something, I want to see him again... but he smiled and nodded, “Thank you Tifa, I do have plans tonight”

Tifa nodded and smiled as she walked out of his room on the Highwind. Vincent just sighed again.

***

The shadows hung heavily over the face of the man waiting in the corner of the bar. He had seen the bar come to life, with the patrons coming and going as they pleased. Vincent should have been here by now. He looked at his clock, Vincent was never one to be late. The man rapped his fingers against the table and looked at the door, just as Vincent snuck in.

“You are late.” The male said, his voice was thick with his Wutan accent.

“Forgive me, I had to get away from Cloud and his crew... they wouldn’t let me slip out of sight.”

“Ah, yes... of course,” Tseng leaned forward so his face could be seen, “The one’s that plan to save the world from ‘evil’ Shin-Ra?” Tseng chuckled as he brushed a few stray strands of black hairs out of his face.

Vincent sat down next to Tseng, “Please, tonight, let’s not talk about them... it’s about us now...”

“It has been too long, Vincent, I thought you were long gone, dead...” Tseng’s expression turned dark, as if he had just seen a ghost, a person he thought he would never see again.

***

Not again... Vincent’s head screamed at him for letting this happen again, as Vincent’s voice remained silent. Tseng was kissing him, pushing him against the wall. Tseng’s hands were running through Vincent’s hair and Vincent’s hands were tangled in Tseng’s own hair.

“Vincent...” Tseng sighed when they broke the kiss. “I have missed you so much...”

Vincent sighed too, it had been almost thirty years since he had been kissed like that. Tseng released him and turned to unlock the door of his apartment, and Vincent subconsciously reached for him.


Tseng smiled widely as he spied the other man’s want and need. Tseng knew that it had been as long as it had, well over thirty years.

Vincent found that Tseng’s apartment hadn’t changed in all the years that they had been apart. Vincent found that he had remembered every detail and every feeling that Tseng had given him.

Tseng’s mouth found Vincent’s in a deep kiss, Vincent shoved against the door of Tseng’s bedroom.

Vincent’s fingers of his flesh hand wrapped around the knob of the door, and opened it. Both men fell into the bedroom, Tseng on top of Vincent. Tseng, laughing, whispered into Vincent’s ear in seductive Wutanese as he stood up.

Tseng smirked as he stood and helped Vincent up. As soon as Vincent was up on his feet, Tseng pushed him backwards, onto the bed.

Tseng soon joined the other man, kissing his lips as his hands rubbed Vincent through the clothing.

Vincent kissed Tseng with a firey passion, tugging off the other mans suit jacket. Tseng moaned as Vincent’s hand and claw fumbled with his tie.

“Damn it...” Vincent mumbled into the mouth of the other Turk. Tseng chuckled lightly and removed his tie.

“Having trouble love?” Tseng smiled, removing Vincent’s cape and throwing it over across the room, where Vincent threw Tseng’s tie moments later, followed by the discarded suit jacket.

Vincent kissed Tseng again, and pulled him close to him. Vincent’s flesh and metal fingers fumbled with the small buttons on Tseng’s suit shirt. Tseng broke their last kiss and smiled, and removed Vincent’s shirt.

Vincent sighed in a lustful moan, but at the same time, he was self-conscious about being so open and bare.

Tseng felt the change in his lover and smiled at him, “What is it love?” Tseng unbuttoned his own shirt.

“My scars, I hate them...” Vincent sighed.

Tseng removed his shirt, and was rewarded with a gasp from Vincent. “I know, I have the same scars.”

“Tseng... my... my...” Vincent caught his breath before pulling Tseng in for another passionate kiss. Tseng mumbled against the other man as if saying that he was sorry.

“There is nothing to be sorry about... I will kill that Hojo for this.” Vincent said, his flesh hand traveling along the stomach, across the scars.

Tseng, laying on top of Vincent, ran his fingers along the tender, soft flesh. “We are still alive...”

“Not really, my bishie...” Vincent sighed, speaking a little in his lovers foreign tongue.

“Hai... but let’s not talk anymore about that.” Tseng’s fingers wrapped around the zipper of Vincent’s pants. Vincent let out a moan.

Vincent’s fingers tugged at Tseng’s pants, again having trouble. Tseng laughed and stood up, “Get those off...” He hissed lovingly as he slid out of his own pants and underpants.

Vincent slid out of his own remaining articles of clothing, and before he could lay back down on the bed, Tseng had wrapped his fingers around his erection.

Vincent let out a sigh as Tseng started to slowly nibble and suck on the engorged member. Vincent ran his fingers through his lovers hair.

It was only a few moments before Tseng slid a lubed finger into Vincent’s orifice, catching the man completely off guard.

‘Tseng must have gotten the bottle when I was de-robing,’ Vincent thought, his only last remaining coherent thought for a long while.


Tseng continued to suck and lick on the other man’s member, while gently probing and prepping his anus.

Vincent let out a moan as Tseng added another finger, using soft scissor motions to open his tight orifice.

“Please...” Vincent whispered, and Tseng left a trail of soft kisses along his stomach, trailing back up to his lovers lip.

Tseng’s fingers were removed from Vincent’s secret and sensitive place, with a sigh of disappointment from Vincent, only to be replaced with a moan of pleasure moments later.

Tseng pushed the head of his own engorged, now lubed, erection softly into his lover. Vincent moaned and begged softly for more.

In one fluid motion, Tseng fulfilled his wants and that of his lovers, filling Vincent with his warmth and want.

Vincent’s flesh hand wrapped around Tseng’s shoulder, the metal claw gripped the sheets of the bed as the two men’s lips met again as Tseng slowly withdrew his member and then plunged back into the other man.

Tseng moaned, all those years apart had made Vincent tighter than he remembered. Tseng pushed against his lover carefully, not wanting to hurt him too much. And Vincent’s moans weren’t helping him on his quest not to harm the other man.

“Tseng...” Vincent’s moan sounded raspy and gruff.

Tseng glanced into those wine colored eyes and thrust a little harder. Vincent gave him a moan for his reward.

Vincent’s own erection was poking Tseng in the stomach, as Tseng’s was pushed deep inside of Vincent. Both men felt that they would burst.

Now Tseng was thrusting at a fevered pitch, his own body begging, aching for release. Vincent’s eyes rolled back in his head, he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.

Vincent came first, spilling his seed between his own and Tseng’s stomach. Tseng continued to thrust, feeling the other man’s warmth spilling between them. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tseng came, pumping his entire load deep into Vincent.

Vincent let out a small sigh as Tseng withdrew. Vincent felt the loving mixture of both semen and lubricant drip down onto the bed.

Vincent smiled as Tseng got up to clean off, Vincent himself standing up to get dressed.

“Stay...” Tseng begged, truthfully wanting his dark, mysterious lover to stay instead of running off.

“I must be going to the Airship, the others will be wondering.” Vincent said, pulling on his boxers and pants, adjusting his shoes.

“Can I intrudge you to stay?” Tseng said.

“No, sorry, I would love to, my love... but I have to return to my post.” Vincent said, pulling on his shirt and then adjusting his cape. He ran his flesh fingers through his hair.

***

“Vincent?” Cloud said loudly, asking around, “It’s not like him to be late after a night we go off by ourselves.”

“Cloud, he said he had plans...” Tifa said.

Just then, as if on cue, Vincent entered the cockpit, his hair was ruffled and his clothes were slightly rumpled.

He tried to act nonchalant about being tardy, and gave everyone a look as if to say not to speak about his lateness.

***

It was days later, and the group had found their way to the Temple of the Ancients. Cloud and the others had continued on to find Sephiroth, but Vincent hung back. As soon as Cloud, Tifa and Aeris went into the temple, and the others headed back for the airship, Vincent hurried over to Tseng.

Tseng lay near death next to the temple. Vincent kneeled at his side, and Tseng held his hand out to him.

“Vincent...” Tseng said weakly.

“Don’t speak Tseng, you are going to be alright...”

“No... I don’t want to live in a world were we can’t be...” Tseng said, gasping his last breaths.

Vincent held him as he died, his love, the one thing that meant more to him than anyone. Vincent looked to the sky as he walked out of the temple and back to the airship. It was then Vincent vowed to kill the man that killed his lover.

Hojo ruined his sister, Lucrecia’s, life with the birth of Sephiroth, and he ruined Vincent’s life by his torturing him and then giving him the monsters. Sephiroth had ruined his life by killing Tseng, who was oddly like him. Both Hojo and Tseng must pay, both must die for the pains he had been caused. He didn’t care what happened to him. He knew that he would advenge their death and pain.

A/N: Okay, how was that? It explained that Lucrecia was Vincent’s sister (which is a possiblity) but its mainly PWP. :) Review please!