Whispers in the Dark
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,489
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Whispers in the Dark
Title: Whispers in the Dark
Author: Scorch
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used. They all belong to Squaresoft/Unix. Enjoy!
His hands covered his ears to muffle the sounds coming from the bed across the room, his blue eyes were squeezed shut to block out the sight of bodies moving sensually under blankets, and his body tensed up to stop the urge of getting up to end the hell. It was his own fault, he knew, and that was the worst of it. She’d been big a part of his life, for so long, that he’d begun to take her for granted. When Aeris had arrived, he’d succumbed to playing the role of Hero to the max, while letting the best thing that ever happened to him fade into the background.
“Oh God…” A smoothly skinned hand brushed her swollen folds, eliciting a rush of liquid sex that dampened her thighs as her hips rose off the bed. His tongue was warm and wet on her pert nipple, his lips and teeth tugged and teased, sending a pleasuring pulse straight to her core.
Cloud ground his teeth together and his fingers dug into the sensitive skin of his ears; though the softly whispered praise was quiet, the sweet sound echoed throughout the room. Stop it, he wanted to shout at, Tifa belonged to him, not some guy who had lived in a coffin for thirty years.
“God? Can God do this…” A thick and talented finger eased inside her; penetrating knuckle deep and stroking a place that made her weak. Her muscles clenched tight and he grinned wickedly, using his thumb to move in circles around her pearl hard clit. Adding another torturous digit, he stretched and prepared her, his crimson gaze watched as she keened and arched into his body.
A hot surge of anger caused his body to shake as he listened to the deeply melodic voice of Vincent Valentine as he rewarded the plea that fell from luscious lips. Cloud curled his body up tight and fought the cramping heart break with every breath, blunt teeth bit down on his lip and head turned harshly into his pillows. If only he hadn’t let her go the way he did, he would be the one to make her cry out in hungered need. If only he hadn’t expected her to welcome back with open arms and big smile, he would be the one who held her close every night.
If only he hadn’t been so damned arrogant about Tifa Lockheart, he wouldn’t be the one cast aside. She was supposed to be there, waiting for him, just like she always had. He was supposed to be her world, her everything. She was supposed to understand he needed time too come to terms with who he was, not who he thought he was. She wasn’t meant to be gasping out another man’s name, she wasn’t meant to be coming hard and fast around another man.
“Vin…cent… Vincent please…” The blunt head of his cock replaced his fingers, his hips moved to and fro, going a little deeper with every push. Her pussy welcomed him, begged him to simply do it and stop his maddening teasing. She muffled her delight against his neck as his thick shaft slid past the natural resistance of clenching muscles, only for him to still his motions and hold himself in a way that mixed pleasure with pain.
She couldn’t even speak the name without breaking off to moan softly. Cloud choked down anger as it slowly turned to fury, not even his hands and pillows could silence the sound of their bed as it creaked under the weight of passion.
“So hot, so tight, so wet…” He could fuck her for an eternity and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. His finger, soaked with her juices, kissed her lips and he darted down to taste. His tongue swept across her full pout and licked up the sweetness, groaning heavily as honeyed arousal hit the back of his throat, sending his body into overdrive. Rhythmically, Vincent moved in and out, feeling the strain as his orgasm approached all too quickly.
A lone tear leaked out the corner of his eye as he listened to heavy groans as they mingled with her moans. He wanted to kill Vincent for taking what was rightfully his, wanted to kill her for moving on. He wanted to kill himself for being so stupid in thinking that no matter what he did, she would always be there for him. Then there were his actions where Aeris was concerned. Tifa had sat back and watched as he’d taken on the role of bodyguard, date, and all round champion to the Ancient.
After Sephiroth killed Aeris, Tifa had comforted him as he’d grieved and mourned, while he had given no thought to how she might have felt the blow. Where the hell had he been when Tifa needed him? Licking his wounds, that’s where. Aeris had died, yet it’d been him who suffered. Not the people who’d been her friends, who had fought with her on the battlefield. Him, Cloud Strife, had been the one who was heart broken.
“What do you say?” Tifa’s delicate hands gripped his ass, her fingers pulling his body harder and harder into hers. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and gibberish flew from her parched mouth as Vincent expertly drove her to orgasm. His balls were tight to his body and the sound of skin-on-skin numbed his mind to anything but the girl caged below him. “If you don’t say it, I’ll stop.”
Cloud’s jaw ached and more tears trickled from his eyes, his hands were useless against his ears as their bed bounced off the wall and mattress creaked.
“I love you...”
Cloud could almost pretend she was saying that to him.
“God Vincent, I love you.” His body grew taut all over as he pinned her down, pushing his cock hard against the tiny little place and holding until a silent scream left her throat. She got hotter, wetter, and tighter, muscles fisted his shaft and honey coated the tops of his thighs. He felt the pulsing squeeze of orgasm race through her and strove to give her that addictive high for as long as possible.
“I love you.” Vincent’s forehead dropped down to rest on her shoulder, his body hopelessly trying to fight the waves of his own climax before the tide took him under. “Don’t want to come yet.” Yet he did. His teeth nipped her salted flesh and lips planted moist kisses down her full breasts, only pausing when it got too much. Hips rocked heavily against her as he came in long and hot bursts, a drawn out groan changed to a throaty growl.
The bed ceased moving and the sounds of climax turned into harsh breaths and low growls. It was always worse after, Cloud knew, and he hated it more and more. She would giggle and he would shush her, then he would chuckle and she would playfully slap him. Tifa would talk and Vincent would listen until he felt the need to whisper what he would like too do to her.
It didn’t matter to Cloud that he’d known Tifa all his life, and nor did it matter Vincent Valentine was on his side. Everyday, he hated them a little more.
Author: Scorch
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used. They all belong to Squaresoft/Unix. Enjoy!
His hands covered his ears to muffle the sounds coming from the bed across the room, his blue eyes were squeezed shut to block out the sight of bodies moving sensually under blankets, and his body tensed up to stop the urge of getting up to end the hell. It was his own fault, he knew, and that was the worst of it. She’d been big a part of his life, for so long, that he’d begun to take her for granted. When Aeris had arrived, he’d succumbed to playing the role of Hero to the max, while letting the best thing that ever happened to him fade into the background.
“Oh God…” A smoothly skinned hand brushed her swollen folds, eliciting a rush of liquid sex that dampened her thighs as her hips rose off the bed. His tongue was warm and wet on her pert nipple, his lips and teeth tugged and teased, sending a pleasuring pulse straight to her core.
Cloud ground his teeth together and his fingers dug into the sensitive skin of his ears; though the softly whispered praise was quiet, the sweet sound echoed throughout the room. Stop it, he wanted to shout at, Tifa belonged to him, not some guy who had lived in a coffin for thirty years.
“God? Can God do this…” A thick and talented finger eased inside her; penetrating knuckle deep and stroking a place that made her weak. Her muscles clenched tight and he grinned wickedly, using his thumb to move in circles around her pearl hard clit. Adding another torturous digit, he stretched and prepared her, his crimson gaze watched as she keened and arched into his body.
A hot surge of anger caused his body to shake as he listened to the deeply melodic voice of Vincent Valentine as he rewarded the plea that fell from luscious lips. Cloud curled his body up tight and fought the cramping heart break with every breath, blunt teeth bit down on his lip and head turned harshly into his pillows. If only he hadn’t let her go the way he did, he would be the one to make her cry out in hungered need. If only he hadn’t expected her to welcome back with open arms and big smile, he would be the one who held her close every night.
If only he hadn’t been so damned arrogant about Tifa Lockheart, he wouldn’t be the one cast aside. She was supposed to be there, waiting for him, just like she always had. He was supposed to be her world, her everything. She was supposed to understand he needed time too come to terms with who he was, not who he thought he was. She wasn’t meant to be gasping out another man’s name, she wasn’t meant to be coming hard and fast around another man.
“Vin…cent… Vincent please…” The blunt head of his cock replaced his fingers, his hips moved to and fro, going a little deeper with every push. Her pussy welcomed him, begged him to simply do it and stop his maddening teasing. She muffled her delight against his neck as his thick shaft slid past the natural resistance of clenching muscles, only for him to still his motions and hold himself in a way that mixed pleasure with pain.
She couldn’t even speak the name without breaking off to moan softly. Cloud choked down anger as it slowly turned to fury, not even his hands and pillows could silence the sound of their bed as it creaked under the weight of passion.
“So hot, so tight, so wet…” He could fuck her for an eternity and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. His finger, soaked with her juices, kissed her lips and he darted down to taste. His tongue swept across her full pout and licked up the sweetness, groaning heavily as honeyed arousal hit the back of his throat, sending his body into overdrive. Rhythmically, Vincent moved in and out, feeling the strain as his orgasm approached all too quickly.
A lone tear leaked out the corner of his eye as he listened to heavy groans as they mingled with her moans. He wanted to kill Vincent for taking what was rightfully his, wanted to kill her for moving on. He wanted to kill himself for being so stupid in thinking that no matter what he did, she would always be there for him. Then there were his actions where Aeris was concerned. Tifa had sat back and watched as he’d taken on the role of bodyguard, date, and all round champion to the Ancient.
After Sephiroth killed Aeris, Tifa had comforted him as he’d grieved and mourned, while he had given no thought to how she might have felt the blow. Where the hell had he been when Tifa needed him? Licking his wounds, that’s where. Aeris had died, yet it’d been him who suffered. Not the people who’d been her friends, who had fought with her on the battlefield. Him, Cloud Strife, had been the one who was heart broken.
“What do you say?” Tifa’s delicate hands gripped his ass, her fingers pulling his body harder and harder into hers. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and gibberish flew from her parched mouth as Vincent expertly drove her to orgasm. His balls were tight to his body and the sound of skin-on-skin numbed his mind to anything but the girl caged below him. “If you don’t say it, I’ll stop.”
Cloud’s jaw ached and more tears trickled from his eyes, his hands were useless against his ears as their bed bounced off the wall and mattress creaked.
“I love you...”
Cloud could almost pretend she was saying that to him.
“God Vincent, I love you.” His body grew taut all over as he pinned her down, pushing his cock hard against the tiny little place and holding until a silent scream left her throat. She got hotter, wetter, and tighter, muscles fisted his shaft and honey coated the tops of his thighs. He felt the pulsing squeeze of orgasm race through her and strove to give her that addictive high for as long as possible.
“I love you.” Vincent’s forehead dropped down to rest on her shoulder, his body hopelessly trying to fight the waves of his own climax before the tide took him under. “Don’t want to come yet.” Yet he did. His teeth nipped her salted flesh and lips planted moist kisses down her full breasts, only pausing when it got too much. Hips rocked heavily against her as he came in long and hot bursts, a drawn out groan changed to a throaty growl.
The bed ceased moving and the sounds of climax turned into harsh breaths and low growls. It was always worse after, Cloud knew, and he hated it more and more. She would giggle and he would shush her, then he would chuckle and she would playfully slap him. Tifa would talk and Vincent would listen until he felt the need to whisper what he would like too do to her.
It didn’t matter to Cloud that he’d known Tifa all his life, and nor did it matter Vincent Valentine was on his side. Everyday, he hated them a little more.