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I Know
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
608
Reviews:
2
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.
I Know
Vincent sighed heavily as he made his way through the city of Edge. He was running late, he just knew it. ‘I should buy a phone…’ He laughed at that thought. He knew he wasn’t very good with technology unless it killed things and went ‘BANG!’ Upon passing a small building that housed a clock, he saw that it was almost midnight. He picked up his speed, not wanting to be much later than he already was
After about ten minutes, Vincent arrived at his desired location. Well, ‘desired’ may not have been the best word to describe the place in itself, but it fit for the reason he was actually there. The caped man was currently standing in front of a run-down, non-descript inn on the outskirts of the city. Checking the small slip of paper in his hand once more, Vincent walked inside and made his way to the room with a ‘26’ on the door. He only had to knock once before the door was opened.
Vincent was greeted by a somewhat frazzled-looking Tseng, who immediately grabbed him and yanked him into the room, pushing him up against the wall.
“Where were you? I was beginning to think you had been attacked or something.”
“I’m fine, I was just running late. You know you don’t have to worry about me, Tseng,” Vincent said with a ghost of a smile on his lips. The younger man nodded and looked up into his eyes.
“I know, but I still do.” With that he leaned forward, moving the high collar of Vincent’s cape out of the way, and gently kissed him.
Vincent looked at him, confused. It was never like this when they met up. It was always fast, rough and needy. More of an emotional vent than anything. Tseng wasn’t violent, per se, but he was never slow and gentle.
“Is something wrong, Vincent?” Tseng queried, seeing the man’s slightly baffled expression.
“I was about to ask you the same question” Vincent replied.
“No, no, I’m fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” Tseng said with a nod, “I’m sure.” With a small smile, Tseng took hold of Vincent’s hand, leading him over to the ratty old bed situated in the center of the back wall, sitting him down on the edge of it. He knelt between the older man’s legs, kissing him again as he worked at the trio of buckles on the collar of Vincent’s cape, pushing it back on his shoulders once he was finished.
As the younger man began unzipping his shirt, Vincent grabbed the bottom of the TURK’s button-up and pulled it over his head, not wanting to fight with all the small buttons. He’d only end up shredding another one of Tseng’s shirts with his claws, anyway. As he leaned back in for another kiss, his lips were met with Tseng’s hairline. Vincent looked down to see the younger man starting at his chest, a hand fisted in his shirt.
“Tseng?” he said quietly, “Are you alright?”
“You have…so many…” Tseng softly replied.
“What?”
“Scars…there are so many…” He lifted a hand, long, thin fingers tracing a large mark that ran the length of the older man’s torso, marring his pale, perfect skin.
“Tseng, what’s wrong?” Vincent asked softly.
“I have them too…but you have more…” Tseng continued as though he hadn’t heard the other man speak. “Why?”
“It comes with the job, Tseng…”
“…I know.”
After that, Tseng seemed to come back to himself. He lifted his head and stared into Vincent’s eyes. But as he removed the rest of the older man’s clothing, he couldn’t help but stare at the vast assortment of scars and marks spread across his skin. Even when Tseng had Vincent bent over the bed, moaning into the blankets, he couldn’t focus on anything but those scars.
When they were both spent and exhausted, lying next to each other on the dirty covers, Vincent turned to his younger lover.
“What’s bothering you?” he asked, resting his human hand on Tseng’s chest.
Tseng stared at the ceiling, tracing the cracks with his eyes.
“Tseng, please,” Vincent continued, “tell me.”
The younger man turned his head, staring into blood-red eyes.
“Why us? Why are we the ones who have to be marked for life? Haunted by the things we’ve done, the lives we’ve taken, the suffering we’ve caused?”
Vincent was silent for a minute, unable to think of a good response to that question. With a small sigh, finally answered.
“It comes with the job, Tseng…”
“…I know.”
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Like I said: it's short, but it was requested to be so.
Please review :-)
After about ten minutes, Vincent arrived at his desired location. Well, ‘desired’ may not have been the best word to describe the place in itself, but it fit for the reason he was actually there. The caped man was currently standing in front of a run-down, non-descript inn on the outskirts of the city. Checking the small slip of paper in his hand once more, Vincent walked inside and made his way to the room with a ‘26’ on the door. He only had to knock once before the door was opened.
Vincent was greeted by a somewhat frazzled-looking Tseng, who immediately grabbed him and yanked him into the room, pushing him up against the wall.
“Where were you? I was beginning to think you had been attacked or something.”
“I’m fine, I was just running late. You know you don’t have to worry about me, Tseng,” Vincent said with a ghost of a smile on his lips. The younger man nodded and looked up into his eyes.
“I know, but I still do.” With that he leaned forward, moving the high collar of Vincent’s cape out of the way, and gently kissed him.
Vincent looked at him, confused. It was never like this when they met up. It was always fast, rough and needy. More of an emotional vent than anything. Tseng wasn’t violent, per se, but he was never slow and gentle.
“Is something wrong, Vincent?” Tseng queried, seeing the man’s slightly baffled expression.
“I was about to ask you the same question” Vincent replied.
“No, no, I’m fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” Tseng said with a nod, “I’m sure.” With a small smile, Tseng took hold of Vincent’s hand, leading him over to the ratty old bed situated in the center of the back wall, sitting him down on the edge of it. He knelt between the older man’s legs, kissing him again as he worked at the trio of buckles on the collar of Vincent’s cape, pushing it back on his shoulders once he was finished.
As the younger man began unzipping his shirt, Vincent grabbed the bottom of the TURK’s button-up and pulled it over his head, not wanting to fight with all the small buttons. He’d only end up shredding another one of Tseng’s shirts with his claws, anyway. As he leaned back in for another kiss, his lips were met with Tseng’s hairline. Vincent looked down to see the younger man starting at his chest, a hand fisted in his shirt.
“Tseng?” he said quietly, “Are you alright?”
“You have…so many…” Tseng softly replied.
“What?”
“Scars…there are so many…” He lifted a hand, long, thin fingers tracing a large mark that ran the length of the older man’s torso, marring his pale, perfect skin.
“Tseng, what’s wrong?” Vincent asked softly.
“I have them too…but you have more…” Tseng continued as though he hadn’t heard the other man speak. “Why?”
“It comes with the job, Tseng…”
“…I know.”
After that, Tseng seemed to come back to himself. He lifted his head and stared into Vincent’s eyes. But as he removed the rest of the older man’s clothing, he couldn’t help but stare at the vast assortment of scars and marks spread across his skin. Even when Tseng had Vincent bent over the bed, moaning into the blankets, he couldn’t focus on anything but those scars.
When they were both spent and exhausted, lying next to each other on the dirty covers, Vincent turned to his younger lover.
“What’s bothering you?” he asked, resting his human hand on Tseng’s chest.
Tseng stared at the ceiling, tracing the cracks with his eyes.
“Tseng, please,” Vincent continued, “tell me.”
The younger man turned his head, staring into blood-red eyes.
“Why us? Why are we the ones who have to be marked for life? Haunted by the things we’ve done, the lives we’ve taken, the suffering we’ve caused?”
Vincent was silent for a minute, unable to think of a good response to that question. With a small sigh, finally answered.
“It comes with the job, Tseng…”
“…I know.”
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Like I said: it's short, but it was requested to be so.
Please review :-)