the costa de sol encounter

****this is my first fic posted here, please be nice. this was also posted on fandomination, but i needed a different crowd... i dunno if this is nessacary here, but i'll have to state that all characters forementioned don't belong to me, they are squaresoft's bitches ^_~****

Vincent lie in the inn bed, with neither sleep nor motion.
Since his awakening, the sweet lull of sleep had eluded him,
but his dark dreams continued to haunt him even in waking
hours. And trying to sleep in a bed... that was something
strange, even unnerving. A hot Costa de Sol breeze wandered
in from the window and soothed the sweat on his bare chest.
Sitting up, his raven hair was swept up as the wind played
with it coaxingly then fell about his shoulders again with a
silent sigh.
With lightning reflexes, Vincent whipped his gun off of
the dresser next to him and had it cocked and aimed at the
door in barely a second. There was a figure standing in the
threshold, crossing his arms calmly and not staring intently,
but simply looking, if the word "intently" can be tacked on
to something like a simple "look."
"Is that necessary?" Cloud asked in a sultry tone. He
uncrossed his arms and stood placidly, solid but barely there.
In the room but off in a dream. He wore nothing but his Shinra
issue boots and his worn pants. The color of anything in the
room was indistinguishable for the moon had risen to its fullest
and splayed a wash of blue over the room and everything in it.
Cloud's hair looked like a pale sky, not a bright sun.
Vincent lowered the gun. No expression crossed his face, and
no words passed his lips. His pale lean body seemed as washed
blue as Cloud's hair in the cobalt world between the two men,
his hair blacker than the night outside window that let the breeze
squirm through and play with it.
"Did you come back because you wanted to finish something?"
Vincent asked. There was something seductive in his vampiric
voice, stirred with a trifle bit of cynicism.
"I came back because I wanted to," Cloud replied, sounding a
little hurt. "I'll go-"
"No."
The word was a command, not a request, though a plea could
be heard if one listened closely. Vincent nearly stood up with
the order, placing the gun back on the dresser and gripping the
bedpost with a subtle urgency. Cloud was immediately aroused by
the savageness Vincent represented there, with that luxurious hair
hanging in his face and with an expression of an animal.
He was sort of ashamed of his lust; Vincent had been his first
male lover shortly after Cloud had awoken in Mideel. Having Tifa
so close had given him the urge to push her as far away as possible,
and in his thralls of identity crisis, it was Vincent that had
given him counsel-and surprisingly for the both of them-something
else more viscously erotic arose of the ordeal. Since then, Cloud
had sent the group on a materia hunt and neither he or Vincent said
anything about the previous encounter, or given any hint to each
other that it might continue.
Vincent sat back down and lay back on the sheets. "Did you
think that it would last?"
Cloud walked up to the bed and sat on the edge, relishing the
smell of sweat from Vincent. It somehow made him more human to know
that he had such a simple reaction to heat, a reaction to him...
"I don't know," he finally said, sort of lamely. "I think I came
here to see you...I'm not sure in what sense..."
Vincent put a hand to his forehead, contemplating. Sexuality was
the only thing that could really pull out some reminence of emotion,
and it had been a long time since he had any lovers at all, male or
female, Lucrecia being the last of his love interests. Cloud had an
aloofness about him like his own, but there was actually ambition
behind those mako eyes, and coupled with his hard body there was an
incredible amount of sex appeal. The simple fact that Vincent had
taken his male oriented virginity and that he had come back for more
had already started to make itself known in his groin.
He said nothing, just admired Cloud's body in its youthful glory.
His lips seemed to subtly pout like a boy's to Vincent, and though
his eyes had seen just as much hardship, they seemed innocent in
comparison, and still seemed so virgin and tempting...
"Cloud did you come back because you wanted to or needed to?" he
finally asked.
The question caught Cloud off-guard. Vincent never really asked
the questions. "I'm not sure what I came here for... its just you
really."
Vincent leaned close and gave him a soft kiss. He knew what Cloud
was there for, even if Cloud himself didn't. He wanted a fuck but
couldn't come out and say it, and that was fine. Cloud let out a
tiny moan from the absolute sensuality of it all, and Vincent coming
on to him directly and unexpectedly had suddenly sent shivers of
electricity through him. The hairs on the back of his neck along
with his sex stood stiff on end.
The men embraced and let each other's tongues touch. Vincent used
his good hand to feel the toned muscle on Cloud's back, damp with
sweat from the heat. Cloud ran his hands through Vincent's beautiful
hair, silken, and almost unearthly in quality. Vincent nibbled on
Cloud's neck while the free hand simply touched his ass. The simplicity
of a simple touch made Cloud want to come so much that he moaned with
desire.
Vincent withdrew and undid his pants to reveal his large member,
throbbing in anticipation in sync with his pounding heart. He didn't
have to say a word to Cloud, he knelt and eagerly began to suck on the
head, just barely dabbled with the dew of intense wanting.
Though he was placid in everything else, Vincent showed ruthlessness
in at least one aspect: his sensual compassion. The tragic case; the
avoidant anti-social sensualist trapped inside a mind of darkness...until
this poor wretch came along, used just as he was and tossed aside like
rubbish.
He didn't say a word or ask for an apology, he just pushed Cloud's
mouth deeper onto his enormous erection. Cloud dug his calloused
fingers into Vincent's thighs, tried not to gag and bore it; it was
beneath him to whimper for mercy, though it was obvious Vincent was in
charge.
Vincent shoved his member deeper until it was almost all Cloud could
bear. It was those pouting lips around his cock and watching this blonde
child-of-a-man's expression as he took it without question or knowing
why. All of those concepts made him harder and caused blood to rush up
to his face in a near orgasmic state. He bit his lip... almost..!
Cloud tossed his head back in a half-choke, splaying cum all over.
It was a treat to watch it fly up into the air and land on Cloud's
shining chest as he wiped what had gotten into his mouth off of his
full lips. Just seeing that made Vincent half hard again.
It was eerie for Cloud to see only a slightly phased expression
on Vincent. The only give-away that he had even had an orgasm was
the lingering blush in his normally pale cheeks and his heavy breathing.
Cloud lay back and caught his breath, hot in his lungs, breathing in the
smell of sweat and semen with a child-like shameful satisfaction.
He just couldn't take it any more. Cloud unzipped his jeans and took
himself in his hand, oddly not too terribly embarrassed that Vincent
was watching him manipulate himself.
Vincent watched with a quiet hunger, then kissed Cloud again with a
fierce passion. Cloud sat up, pushing Vincent back a bit on his knees.
"Would you let me...?" Cloud didn't need to finish the sentence.
Vincent considered his curious lover, then said the first words since
they had begun.
"Alright."
Cloud was now shaking in anticipation as they arranged themselves on
their soft white field of uncontrolled lust. The last time Vincent had
penetrated him, and when he had come he had been to enraptured to return
the favor. Vincent had put himself on his hands and knees, looking back
at him with that same animal expression. Cloud was like a rock now,
eager to almost punish Vincent for making him choke.
Cloud played with the pale man's sac for a moment, causing him to
bite his lip again, the only sign that it felt delicious. Licking his
fingers, Cloud gently massaged Vincent's asshole and pushed one finger,
then two fingers in, listening for a sharp intake of breath to know when
his mysterious friend was ready to be fucked, and my god! what a fucking
he would get!
Vincent actually turned away and sucked air in through his teeth when
Cloud started to push the head of his cock in his ass. Cloud was a
little bigger than he was, and he had not had any lovers for a very long
time. When Cloud pushed in a bit further there was actually a moan.
This startled Cloud. Was he hurting Vincent badly? He was wonderfully
tight around his pulsing dick, almost halfway in. But then Cloud thought
of vengeance and the deep pleasure in dominance and shoved the rest of
the way in, mouth open in silent cries of bliss.
Vincent groaned and clutched the pillow. He had forgotten how this
hurt until penetration was complete. When Cloud began to pump into him,
slowly at first then faster. The wonder of it all hit him and he moaned
with Cloud for once, tied up in the delightful hurting rapture of it
all...
Cloud could not help but to cry out with each squeeze Vincent gave on
his throbbing member. Even Vincent allowed his voice to be heard with
each ragged breath forcing its way out of his lungs. An indulgent joy
spread through their bodies and at long last they came in lovers' cries.
Cloud sat back and caught his breath, wiping the post-sexual sweat
from his brow. He looked to Vincent, who had instantly gained his
composure and was lying back with a mild catty look on his face, belt
buckle still undone. It almost made him hard again. He couldn't help
himself, their lips met once again, endorphins making both of them
quiver.
"Good night Cloud," Vincent said calmly. The encounter was now over,
and
he would resume his former composure and keep to his silent brooding,
never to be touched though he longed to be. Cloud didn't question
Vincent's decision. He neatened himself and had one last look into
those bloody eyes... one glance into that seductive nightmare, and a
wistful touch of that thick and voluptuous
hair. In a breath Cloud was gone, and Vincent was alone again, heart
still pounding. The sexual high was fading, and soon he would feel
nothing again, not even a longing for something that could never be his.
Vincent lie back in the inn bed, with neither sleep nor motion.