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Final Fantasy Anime › Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
696
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This was a request from a friend over on Y!Gallery. Sorry for any OOC-ness, I've never written either of the guys before.
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Kadaj was on his knees, trying to take in his surroundings. His katana lay some 30 feet away, having been knocked out of his hands moments before. He gazed down a his bloodied forearm, a clean hole pierced through the black leather that normally covered it, as well as the majority of the rest of his body. He was still trying to fathom what had just happened.
The silver-haired teen had been riding back to the headquarters deep within the Crystal Forest that he shared with Loz and Yazoo when he was attacked. Not having expected the sudden barrage of gunfire that was coming at him, Kadaj had lost his balance and was thrown from his bike. Attempting to gain his bearings and avoid being killed, he had drawn his sword, intent on fighting whoever was attacking him. He had scanned the surrounding area, unable to see any trace of his enemy.
Then, out of nowhere, the gunfire resumed. Quickly spinning around, as it was coming from behind him, Kadaj attempted to deflect the bullets coming at him. He managed to avoid all but one, crying out as a searing pain shot up his arm and his blade flew from his hand, skidding in the dirt. He started running towards his weapon. He stopped in his tracks when he found himself face-to-face with his assailant, dropping to his knees due to the sudden lack of motion.
Kadaj turned his gaze from his wound to his attacker, only to find himself staring down the three barrels of his opponent’s weapon. Eyes widening, he looked beyond the gun to the mysterious man’s face. Blood-red orbs stared back at him through wild raven locks, and Kadaj found himself hypnotized by them, unable to move or to speak. He didn’t even notice that this man had a body until he felt it pressing him roughly against one of the trees surrounding them. That’s when he started to panic.
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If you’d asked Vincent what made him commit his next actions, he wouldn’t have been able to answer. He had been watching these three young men for the past few weeks after hearing them speak of Geostigma, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He had been hoping to catch one of the trio on their own and question them on the group’s motives. That task had proved more difficult than expected, as it seemed that none of the three would travel on his own. He had gotten lucky that night.
But now, as he was face-to-face with what had seemed to be the leader of the group, he found himself unable to speak. He was normally a very controlled person, but something in this young man’s eyes had gotten to him. Next thing he knew, he had a death grip on the boy’s neck and was holding him against a tree. He saw the look of slight terror and panic in the boy’s eyes, and suddenly he was running on instinct, his mind hazy.
Vincent turned the silver-haired teen to face the tree, pulling the boy’s arms back and holding them with one hand. He tore a long strip off of his tattered cape, using it to tightly bind the young man’s leather-clad wrists together behind his back. As he wrenched the leather pants from the struggling teen’s hips, the only thing the obsidian-haired man was aware of was how incredibly hard he suddenly was.
Vincent forced the young man’s legs apart with his foot as he opened his pants with one hand, his other holding the teen’s cheek against the rough bark of the tree. His aching erection having finally been freed, he positioned himself behind the teen, the tips of the clawed fingers of his left hand digging into the soft flesh of the boy’s hip. With one swift motion, he sheathed himself fully within the young man, relishing in the intense tightness he encountered there.
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Kadaj let out a bloodcurdling scream as his entrance was breeched. His vision went white at the intense pain he felt as something inside him tore, silent tears streaming down his face. He was still at a loss as to what exactly was going on. There was a thick blanket of silence surrounding him, broken only by the rhythmic grunting of the stranger behind him. He could feel blood flowing in thin rivulets from the gashes in his hip. The skin on his cheek was being rubbed raw by the bark of the tree, and his shoulders were aching from being in such a forced position for so long.
A hoarse yell was pulled from his throat as the man began thrusting harder and faster inside of him. In a way, Kadaj was thankful for this, as it meant he wouldn’t have to endure this pain for much longer. He whimpered as clawed fingers dug deeper into his flesh, the man’s movements quickly becoming less coordinated, and screwed his eyes shut as his face was forced harder against the tree.
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Vincent could feel his release quickly creeping up on him. He tightened his grip on the back of the boy’s head and yanked him back by his hair. The sound of pain flowing from the young man’s lips were music to his ears and he began moving faster, his deep thrusts lubricated by the blood coming from the boy’s torn walls.
With a few more quick jerks of his hips, it was all over. He released himself deep inside the boy, the haze that had clouded his mind slowly began to clear. He pulled himself from the wounded young man before him, and let him fall to the ground. Tucking himself back into his pants, he untied the boy’s wrists and picked up his guns. In a swirl of crimson fabric, he was gone, still unsure as to what had just happened.
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As Kadaj lay there, bloody and broken, one thought went through his mind.
Why didn’t I tell him to stop?
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Kadaj was on his knees, trying to take in his surroundings. His katana lay some 30 feet away, having been knocked out of his hands moments before. He gazed down a his bloodied forearm, a clean hole pierced through the black leather that normally covered it, as well as the majority of the rest of his body. He was still trying to fathom what had just happened.
The silver-haired teen had been riding back to the headquarters deep within the Crystal Forest that he shared with Loz and Yazoo when he was attacked. Not having expected the sudden barrage of gunfire that was coming at him, Kadaj had lost his balance and was thrown from his bike. Attempting to gain his bearings and avoid being killed, he had drawn his sword, intent on fighting whoever was attacking him. He had scanned the surrounding area, unable to see any trace of his enemy.
Then, out of nowhere, the gunfire resumed. Quickly spinning around, as it was coming from behind him, Kadaj attempted to deflect the bullets coming at him. He managed to avoid all but one, crying out as a searing pain shot up his arm and his blade flew from his hand, skidding in the dirt. He started running towards his weapon. He stopped in his tracks when he found himself face-to-face with his assailant, dropping to his knees due to the sudden lack of motion.
Kadaj turned his gaze from his wound to his attacker, only to find himself staring down the three barrels of his opponent’s weapon. Eyes widening, he looked beyond the gun to the mysterious man’s face. Blood-red orbs stared back at him through wild raven locks, and Kadaj found himself hypnotized by them, unable to move or to speak. He didn’t even notice that this man had a body until he felt it pressing him roughly against one of the trees surrounding them. That’s when he started to panic.
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If you’d asked Vincent what made him commit his next actions, he wouldn’t have been able to answer. He had been watching these three young men for the past few weeks after hearing them speak of Geostigma, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He had been hoping to catch one of the trio on their own and question them on the group’s motives. That task had proved more difficult than expected, as it seemed that none of the three would travel on his own. He had gotten lucky that night.
But now, as he was face-to-face with what had seemed to be the leader of the group, he found himself unable to speak. He was normally a very controlled person, but something in this young man’s eyes had gotten to him. Next thing he knew, he had a death grip on the boy’s neck and was holding him against a tree. He saw the look of slight terror and panic in the boy’s eyes, and suddenly he was running on instinct, his mind hazy.
Vincent turned the silver-haired teen to face the tree, pulling the boy’s arms back and holding them with one hand. He tore a long strip off of his tattered cape, using it to tightly bind the young man’s leather-clad wrists together behind his back. As he wrenched the leather pants from the struggling teen’s hips, the only thing the obsidian-haired man was aware of was how incredibly hard he suddenly was.
Vincent forced the young man’s legs apart with his foot as he opened his pants with one hand, his other holding the teen’s cheek against the rough bark of the tree. His aching erection having finally been freed, he positioned himself behind the teen, the tips of the clawed fingers of his left hand digging into the soft flesh of the boy’s hip. With one swift motion, he sheathed himself fully within the young man, relishing in the intense tightness he encountered there.
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Kadaj let out a bloodcurdling scream as his entrance was breeched. His vision went white at the intense pain he felt as something inside him tore, silent tears streaming down his face. He was still at a loss as to what exactly was going on. There was a thick blanket of silence surrounding him, broken only by the rhythmic grunting of the stranger behind him. He could feel blood flowing in thin rivulets from the gashes in his hip. The skin on his cheek was being rubbed raw by the bark of the tree, and his shoulders were aching from being in such a forced position for so long.
A hoarse yell was pulled from his throat as the man began thrusting harder and faster inside of him. In a way, Kadaj was thankful for this, as it meant he wouldn’t have to endure this pain for much longer. He whimpered as clawed fingers dug deeper into his flesh, the man’s movements quickly becoming less coordinated, and screwed his eyes shut as his face was forced harder against the tree.
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Vincent could feel his release quickly creeping up on him. He tightened his grip on the back of the boy’s head and yanked him back by his hair. The sound of pain flowing from the young man’s lips were music to his ears and he began moving faster, his deep thrusts lubricated by the blood coming from the boy’s torn walls.
With a few more quick jerks of his hips, it was all over. He released himself deep inside the boy, the haze that had clouded his mind slowly began to clear. He pulled himself from the wounded young man before him, and let him fall to the ground. Tucking himself back into his pants, he untied the boy’s wrists and picked up his guns. In a swirl of crimson fabric, he was gone, still unsure as to what had just happened.
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As Kadaj lay there, bloody and broken, one thought went through his mind.
Why didn’t I tell him to stop?