Snow

This is a prequel to what happened in "The Costa
de Sol Encounter." My friend Crow has asked me
to elaborate, so I will oblige her ^.^

WARNING: CONTAINS HUGE SPOILERS THROUGH DISC
TWO! THESE INCLUDE CLOUD'S IDENTITY! so if you're
not past the point in the game where tifa takes
a dip in cloud's head in the life streams (just
after Cid is the leader of your party) BE WARNED!

(hm... that was sort of a mild spoiler in itself...)

oh yeah this crap: sadly, i do not own squaresof, this
is a work of fiction, i don't have permission...
nor do i own any names formentioned.... blah blah
blah... la-dee-fucking-dah. that all said and done
we can get to the juicy stuff, just don't sue me!!:D

*****Snow*****

It looked like it was going to snow.

"...and don't come back until you have found
what you are fighting for."

Thats what he had said. Perhaps it was to
find out if the world was really worth saving.
Maybe it was a lame attempt to soulsearch.

Cloud sighed. No. It was so he could be alone.
And alone just wasn't happening. Dawn was coming
to this desolate crater. The sun was just moments
away from sharing its angelic radiance across the
mountain range and melting the frost that
coated the dead grass. His breath unfurled into
a silver puff of smoke.

I am Cloud Strife, he thought. He thought it over
and over again. But if Cloud was not Zach... who
was Cloud? There's nothing much to be said about a
boy who flunked the SOLDIER cut and was too ashamed
to admit it. And then the Mako poisoning warped
his little fantasy--that he was Zach--into an oh-
so-real nightmare.

Tifa stirred in his loose embrace. "Cloud??" she
murmured, then sat up to stretch. "Wow! It got cold
out! Would you like me to bring out a blanket?"

"Nah."

"Hot Cocoa?"

"No thanks."

"Some--"

"Tifa, could you just drop the mothering bit? To
be honest, it's kinda getting under my skin," Cloud
said abruptly. Not with malice, just with the
exhaustion that filled his soul.

Tifa seemed a bit ruffled. "I'm just trying to help."

"You did help me. And I thanked you for it."

"Why are you being such an asshole?" Tifa demanded.

Cloud didn't think he was being an asshole, just
too tired to make it sound good. After a small
silence, he said, "Why did you stay?"

"I told you why--your the reason I want Sephiroth
dead. You mean a lot to me."

"I know..."

"Then why did you ask?" she countered. "Why did YOU
stay?"

"... ...Because I wanted to be alone."

Tifa was struck a bit, almost like a fist. Typical male,
she thought. He says it's about me when it's really
about him!

"Well it's all about you, isn't it?" she said softly,
but bitterly. She stood and left him there, sitting
on the bridge of the highwind. And just like that, he
was really alone.

Cloud wasn't sure if he cared at the moment. Just about
then golden light spilled over the mountain range,
igniting a breif but beautiful sunrise. It was quickly
swallowed up by the grey and puffy clouds lurking over
Northern Crator, but for one moment, the sun was free
to stretch its fingers across the world.

"Strange isn't it?"

Cloud jumped and whipped around at the sound of the
dark mysterious voice that ensued behind him. A figure
emerged from the deep shadow that the nose of the
Highwind cast. Tall, dark and anciently enigmatic,
Vincent Valentine stepped forward and shielded his eyes
from daybreak. Cloud felt himself quiver. From what he
wasn't sure, but something about that man just put him
in his place.

He ignored Cloud's startled reaction and continued.
"How quickly a miracle is swallowed whole. Metaphoric
almost."

"I thought you were leaving to find Lucrecia," Cloud
managed, wrapping a flannel blanket around him. It HAD
gotten cold.

Vincent did not reply, just leaned over the railing and
stared at the sky. The sun was trying its best to
reach the world, but to no avail. Little cracks of
brilliant white light were desporately seeking flaws in the wall of grey, but
the clouds that held strong, denying the day's entry.

"She is dead," Vincent finally said. "It is best to
leave the dead to their sleep."

Something in Cloud began to weep, though not outwardly.
Let the dead rest. Let Zach go; let him be dead; stop
trying to BE him. That something was impossible to say
aloud, but every inch of body language he was expressing
said to Vincent that he wasn't ready to be Cloud just
yet.

"You poor, poor boy," he told Cloud, standing between
him and the cold. His hand came to Cloud's face, to the
warm flesh that seemed to spark under his touch. Oh to
be touched...

To Cloud, Vincent was looming over him, as if to
sweep him into the shadows. Fear danced off of his eyes,
but fear of what was uncertain; the darkness in this
forbidden embrace or the lust entwined in it. A silent,
secret wish...

Thier lips met for an instant, and then Cloud pulled
away, eyes wide. "Wha... what?" he stammered, blood
rushing to his face. He was unsure whether to be
ashamed or exhilerated. Not only had a man never come
on to him so boldly, but he had never been touched at
all by a male, least of all a man like Vincent.

A single snowflake fell from the sky, swirled about
lazily and then landed precisely on Cloud's perfectly
blond eyelashes. Vincent pressed his lips to that
closed eye and melted it with a kiss. Cloud got chills
down his spine, and a terrible need welled up not only
in his sex, but in his entire body. Something that
Tifa could never satisfy.

Cloud clung to Vincent as the snowflake had clung to
him--desporately and almost precariously, only to be
melted in a fury of kisses and embraces. Vincent was
strangely dominant, though it suited him absolutely.

Vincent pulled Cloud to his feet and roughly held him
close, so to feel the bulge in his pants against his
own. There had been no contact for him in so long, the
lust was almost uncontrollable. The warm taut skin,
the underlying muscle that surpassed his own, the
enticing innocense of male exposure... there was
nothing he wanted more in the world to just shove his
hard cock up Clouds tight virgin rectum. But patience
had been his long hard life, and patience would again
pay off.

Cloud was so dreamily excited that it startled him
when Vincent shoved him down on the ground, closer to
the shadows and away from the snow slowly tapering off
into a cloud. "Take them off," he ordered simply. Cloud
didn't have to question what. His hands shook as he
undid the belt and zipper, then slowly pulled black
jeans down a smooth, pale ass.

Vincent admired this ass so much more than any other's,
but once again the steady stream of patience calmed
his fire. Instead, he focussed his attention to
Cloud's tenatively hard penis. He bent to worship the
delightful peice of flesh, and it sprang to a new
meaning of life in Vincent's mouth. It was slightly
bigger than his, but not as thick. Very fine veins
lined the shaft and they were as sensative as they were
beautiful.

Vincent could take no more. Fluidly unveiling himself
he mounted his victim's mouth and hungrily took Cloud's
dick in his own. Cloud instantly moaned, which sent a
ripple of pleasure though Vincent.

He tried to make Cloud cum in his mouth before he
himself gave out, but that proved too much of a
challenge. At last they released eachother, Cloud
lying on his back in a fog of revelation, Vincent on
his knees at Cloud's head.

Vincent roughly sat Cloud up and put him on his hands
and knees, not wanting or needing permission for this
next act of complete possesion.

"W-wait...!" Cloud tried to protest, but Vincent held
him firm. He knew if Cloud truly did not want to be
taken there was a whole arsonel of materia at his
disposal not a foot away. However, the stronger man
had yet to be found.

Vincent first probed with his tongue, reviving very
old sensations of anticipation and agony. It had been
so terribly long; so terribly alone and he had not the
will or social energy before this to act upon his
lonely need for companionship.

Cloud was terrified of what was to come. The tongue
felt wonderful, but the fingers were a bit more to
bear. He dreaded the delicious fucking of his mouth
in his ass. Once a kinky lover of his tried to make him
bear a strap on. He tried for her sake, but promptly
turned the tables, and for the most part his bottom
had remained intact. It had hurt too much, and that was
a smooth plastic 6" dildo. This was a 9" rock hard
flesh nightmare. This was Vincent.

That thought made him all the harder, and he decided
to bear it for his male dominator. Feeling so small
and so slavish made this demeaning act so filthy and
erotic. When Vincent began to penetrate, Cloud almost
came.

Then it began to hurt.

Vincent had no idea Cloud would be this tight. He
winced slightly as he passed the boundry of the ass
and gained access into the finer passages of fucking.
Cloud gave a meek little whimper, for his sake or to
make the taking easier Vincent would not know. Either
way it was very arrousing and gave way to a sharp
thrust.

"Tell me who you are," Vincent ordered softly, as if
he were'nt fucking the ex-SOLDIER in the worst way.

"What??" Cloud demanded in a heated pant. Don't make me
go back to reality... I don't want to be anyone but
your loyal slave... ...

"Who are you? Tell me now."

"I... I'm... Cloud."

"Louder."

"I'm... Cloud Strife!"

"Go on. Get it out. Make yourself believe it."

"I'M CLOUD STRIFE AND I'M YOUR BITCH!" he sobbed.

Vincent grabbed Cloud's penis and jerked it frantically as
his own release became iminant. That was exactly what
he wanted and Cloud needed to hear and every sort of
way. The orgasm was semi-simultanious, Cloud going off
first triggering Vincent's burst into him.

Cloud fell forward, finally outwardly weeping,
believing what was in his heart all along at last.
He was Cloud Strife. Zach could never give himself
like that.

At long last when he looked up, Vincent was composed,
dressed and looking down on him without an inch of
changed expression. The tell-tale blush was in his
pale cheeks, but that was all.

Cloud kissed his boots. "Thank you..." he whispered.

Vincent only walked away.

Tifa bumped into Vincent on the way back to the bridge
and stifled a shriek. He was always looming out of
shadows and creeping around corners. "I thought you
were gone!" she gasped, holding her chest. "Where...
are you going??"

Vincent shook his head. "It looks like it's going to
snow."