My Valentine

            Vincent
returned to the trees just after Cloud and Marlene
had left. The battle wasn’t done. Not
yet. Not as far as class=GramE>Vincent was concerned.
He would corner the gun fighter there, the most agile of the silver-haired
brothers, and he would finish him off. He would finish them all off. If he had
to, he would pick them off like a hungry lion chasing down sickly antelopes one
at a time; for his alter-ego’s thirst for blood was
far from being sated.

            As the
group of children camped and slept close to Kadaj—this being a mere ploy to
keep enemies from slitting his throat in his sleep—the other brothers milled
about, keeping watch. The tall bulky brother, Loz was his name, rested nearby
the water against the trunk of a tree.

            “I’m
tried,” he whined stupidly. “Shouldn’t we all sleep for the big day tomorrow?”

            “We mustn’t
all sleep. That would only make us vulnerable.” Yazoo,
the gunslinger, smiled thoughtfully at his brother, “If you are tired, I’ll
keep watch. Besides, you’re no fun to deal with when
you’re tired and crabby. Go to sleep.”

            “You mean
it, Little Brother?” Loz smiled and chuckled, “Wake me if anyone comes close by.
I’ll play with them while you shoot them.”

            class=GramE>“Of course. Now sleep,” said Yazoo,
placating him.

            It class=GramE>didn’t take long for Loz to start snoring in deep slumber,
but Yazoo remained ever watchful. Vincent
watched as he carefully snuck past everyone and entered the woods, abandoning
his duty altogether. Why, Vincent class=GramE>didn’t understand, but this was his opportunity. He followed
Yazoo’s steps for almost twenty minutes out, then
without warning, Yazoo turned and shot past his head.
The fight had begun. But how could Yazoo
have even heard him? Was he truly that good?

            “I could
hear you skulking about the camp like a dirty thief. I don’t like dirty
thieves.” He shot at Vincent again, and he
managed to dodge a few blows himself. Yazoo was far more
agile than either of his brothers, and far more stealthy.
Vincent knew immediately that this was going to
be a good, long fight…and he would love every minute of it.

            “We don’t
have to fight like this, you know. In fact, I can be quite pleasant when I’m
not trying to kill people,” said Yazoo, playfully. “Why
do you hate us so, anyway? Because I shot at your friend,
Cloud?”

            “I will
destroy you for being Sephiroth’s remnants!”

            “You don’t
even know me, yet because I’m His child, you would willingly kill me.” He
smirked coldly, “How very rude!” He shot a few more times, nearly hitting Vincent…nearly.

            Vincent
returned the unfriendly fire, almost losing the cat-eyed fiend amongst the
darkness of the trees. The full moon was shining so brightly off his silver
hair that Vincent had little trouble spotting him,
though. It was like a silver stag in the forest, moving so quickly that one
could scarcely make out his form as he rushed through the trees. It was quite
beautiful. The last time that he had seen anyone move like him, it had been
Sephiroth so many years before.

            It seemed
an entirely different life, that night so very long ago. For Sephiroth, it had
been. For Vincent, it was a never-ending spiral
of pain, because it had been the only time in his life that he was truly happy.

            Vincent
ducked as one bullet whizzed past his ear, and he came away from those thoughts
with a sudden fury. He had to end this now. This thoughts
were getting the best of him. With a motion of his cloak, he circled Yazoo,
disarming him and grabbing him by the throat and
shoving him violently against a tree. He fought to keep the Beast within at bay
as he glared, teeth clenched and his fist tightening around the youth’s neck.

            Yazoo
merely smirked and gasped for air as he said, “Are you going to kill me now? class=GramE>Too bad. I was having so much fun. You’re by far the best
fighter that I’ve ever gone against in a battle, that’s for certain.”

            Vincent
tried to raise his gun, but found himself captured by those cat-like turquoise
eyes. He was frozen, staring into them, and he couldn’t
find the strength suddenly to even put the gun to the youth’s head. Why was
this so hard? Why couldn’t he just kill him? Why did
he fight so hard now to keep the Beast at bay? Why!?

            Yazoo
gazed at him, ready to die. Utterly fearless and beautiful, “Before you kill
me…I would at least…like to know your name.”

            Before he
could stop himself, he uttered, “Vincent. Vincent
Valentine.”

            “Well, my
Valentine,” Yazoo chuckled softly. “What now? Are you
going to strangle me? Are you going to shoot me? I’ll have you know, I’m not
that easy to kill.”

            Before Vincent
could blink, Yazoo landed several skilled blows to his face
and chest. He dropped him, and Yazoo quickly found his
gun and pointed it at Vincent just as he himself
pointed the three-barreled weapon at Yazoo.

            class=GramE>“Hm. It seems we’re at an impasse,” said Yazoo,
dangerously.

            “Not if I
fire first,” replied Vincent.

            “You know
I’m faster than that. Honestly, you had better give up now, or we’ll be at this
little game of cat-and-mouse all night.”

            “I prefer
cat-and-mouse.”

            “Suit
yourself, but I honestly harbor no ill-will towards you, my Valentine. The
least you could do is acknowledge the fact that I am not Sephiroth, nor will I
ever be. I care not for him or his dogma at all. I am me, and no one else can
take that away, but if you want to try, then by all means.
However, you’ll be no better than Shinra if you do.”

            Vincent
stopped, staring into those deep turquoise pools once more. This only fueled
his rage, but he knew damn well than the silver-haired fiend was right! He
cursed, “And what if I let you go? You and yours will rein hell upon us all by
helping that brat, Kadaj, bring Him back?”

            class=GramE>“Maybe. And maybe not. To be
perfectly honest, I hate the idea of destroying the planet. I’m
quite comfortable here, thank you. However, my brother will do what he wills,
driven by that same hate. I am only his brother, and I will help him, if I
must.”

            class=GramE>“All the reason for me to kill you where you stand.” He
readied the gun to fire, but as his finger moved to squeeze the trigger, his
finger locked up. He couldn’t do it. He cursed loudly
this time, shooting the tree trunk next to Yazoo’s head
instead. “Damn you!”

            “What is
the matter? That is three times now that you have failed to pull the trigger.”

            “You want
to die?”

            “Of course
not, but I can sense when something isn’t right. You fought so brilliantly and
furiously…like an angel, really…a dark angel…yet you won’t
pull that trigger when that gun is pointed at me. There is a weakness there.
So, I ask you, why?”

            Vincent
lowered his weapon and said, “You remind me of Him.”

            “As I said
before, I am not Him. I am me. And
why should it be so hard for you to kill him? Were you once
friends?”

            Vincent
said nothing for a moment, then quickly looked away.
“Something like that.”

            “I see.
Then, if his betrayal was so terrible for you, then why don’t you just kill
me?”

            Vincent
was instantly upon him, shoving him roughly against the tree and growling. His
movements were predatory and his eyes glowed red now as they pierced class=GramE>Yazoo’s. “Do you like
this? Do you like being food for the Beast within me?”

            “If you’re
going to kill me,” said Yazoo finally. “Then get on with
it. If not, let me go…my Valentine.”

            Yazoo’s
eyes were calm, yet piercing. Like His eyes. His sleek tresses shone like the
light of the moon itself. Like His hair. His lips, full and
beautiful…so like Sephiroth. Yet he wasn’t Him…he
was far more than that.

            Vincent
suddenly grabbed Yazoo’s head roughly and pressed his
lips to his in a bruising kiss. Yazoo struggled,
dropping his weapon altogether to push him away. He gasped for air as he broke
the kiss, “Fucking me and fucking Sephiroth are not the same!”

            “Stop
talking about Sephiroth!” growled Vincent lustily as he pushed him back against
the tree, pressing himself against Yazoo’s smaller frame, kissing and tasting
the salty flesh of his neck. Yazoo tried to push him
away, feeling his own arousal awaken and press against Vincent’s
leg. He gasped for breath as Vincent shoved him
into the forest floor and began removing his own armor and constricting clothes.

            Vincent’s
pale naked arms and torso pressed down against the leather of Yazoo’s
outfit as Yazooclass=GramE>’s fought against him half-heartedly, almost losing himself
completely as Vincent tried to feel every inch
of him, kissing and tasting his neck and chest with vigor.

            “Valentine!”
he cried out as Vincent pressed himself between Yazoo’s
legs, their arousals creating sensual friction between them. “Please,” he
pleaded. “I’ve never...” He paused, blushing softly along his cheeks and chest.
“Not…not like that…I want to enjoy this…”

            Vincent
at once understood and took a deep breath, calming his passions and planting
soft, feathery kisses along his chest as he unzipped Yazoo’s
leather suit. He pulled Yazoo into his lap, peeling the
leather from his skin with vigorous, yet subtle skill. The scent of leather and
sweat and gasoline flooded his senses, and he tasted every inch of skin that
was within his reach as he laid Yazoo down onto the
forest floor with a lover’s gentle touch. He moved down Yazoo’s
body, kissing and drinking in the sight of his marble-like skin shimmering in
the moonlight. Yazoo did the same, and gasped with each
kiss. He kissed his stomach, flicking his tongue over his belly button, moving
down to taste and kiss his hips and thighs.

            Finally, Vincent
took his arousal in his mouth and began teasing and tasting there too. Yazoo
moaned at the feeling of it. Taking Vincent’s
silky black hair in one hand, playing with it sensuously, he bit one knuckle of
his other hand, stopping himself from crying out in pleasure. When Vincent’s
movements sped up, he almost lost himself, pulling on the black tresses of his
lover and begging for release.

            Vincent
suddenly pulled away and Yazoo whimpered, desiring,
trying to pull him between his legs again. “Not yet,” purred Vincent
softly as he nuzzled his stomach, kissing it again. Suddenly, he class=GramE>was being pushed away and Yazoo’s
shimmering white skin was above him, dominating him.

            “My turn!”
growled Yazoo lustily as he tore the clothes from Vincent’s
body, exploring it gingerly as his lover had explored his. Every inch of this
body was now his for the taking. Those nipples, he tasted them, teased them. He
trailed his tongue up his lover’s chest and throat, exacting a feral groan from
Vincent. His arousal almost too much to bear, he
began teasing his lover like he had been teased,
finally enveloping his lover’s arousal with his mouth. Hungrily, he devoured
it, teasing it with his tongue and hands.

            class=GramE>“Yazooclass=GramE>…I…I…” moaned Vincentclass=GramE>.

            Yazoo
looked up wantonly, “Say it again…say my name again.”

            Vincent
arched his back as his lover teased him, “Yazoo…”

            Yazoo’s
teasing motions sped up, “Do you want to see me yield to you?”

            Vincent
smiled cunningly, “Yes!” Suddenly pouncing on his lover and kissing him with
the force of a hungry beast, he growled and pressed himself between his legs,
rubbing their arousals together. Yazoo writhed beneath
him, panting and moaning for release. A dangerous smile crossed Vincent’s
lips, and he purred, “Beg. Say my name. Say that you’re mine!” Vincent
was getting close to his own release, panting and blushing faintly along his
chest.

            Without
hesitation, Yazoo replied, “I’m yours, my Valentine…Please!
I…I want you inside me!”

            Carefully,
he pulled Yazoo into his lap again and kissed his lips.
He ran his fingers gently through his long hair, feeling the beautiful leaves
and earth entangled within the locks. “I must be gentle…it will hurt.”

            “I…don’t…care…class=GramE>” gasped Yazoo wantonly, his eyes
hungry, his body lusting for the feeling of Vincent
inside him. He wanted it all, and he wanted it, now!

            Vincent
carefully entered him, allowing for a moment of adjustment before he began
moving in and out of his new lover. Yazoo was impatient
as he could be, bucking wildly, crying out as their bodies moved together.
“Gently!” gasped Vincent suddenly, “I don’t want
to hurt you.” But seeing Yazoo’s
reckless lust, he carefully sped up his thrusts, cradling his lover against his
strong form.

            Yazoo
cried out now with each thrust speeding up and moving deeper and deeper inside
of him. He bucked his hips, scratching his nails down Vincent’s
back just to hear his delicious groans and gasps, ran his fingers through his
lover’s hair and over the taut skin of his arms and back. He bit here and there
on the soft flesh of Vincent’s neck, drawing
blood from one tiny wound and licking it with growing desire.

            They rocked
together, their movements growing in intensity and rapidity. Two astonishingly
beautiful creatures they were, making love amongst the wild and untamed natures
of the world. Away from the killing and the hatred…together they were.

            Yazoo
cried out against Vincent’s throat, biting and
tasting and kissing his flesh, quivering with anticipation of his own release.
He was close now…so very close, and he crushed his lips against his class=GramE>lover’s.

            “Yazoo…”
moaned Vincent between his lover’s furious
kisses, “I don’t…think I can…hold back…”

            Yazoo’s
fingers grasped his lover’s hair and almost clawed every bit of him he could, class=GramE>blinded with passion. “Yes, my Valentine! I’m
yours! I want to feel it!”

            Vincent’s
vision narrowed, the blood rushing between his legs as he pressed his face into
the neck of his lover, smelling the salt of his sweat and the earth in his
hair. He grasped Yazoo with all his might, pressing
himself deep inside him. He sank his canines into the soft flesh of Yazoo’s
neck, and his lover screamed, this last bit of vicious bestial lust pushing him
over the edge. Vincent cried out into the crook
of his neck as he found his release, as well, filling his lover with his overflowing
cum.

            Trembling
against one another, they collapsed into the softness of the forest floor,
curling against one another. They were lovers, not enemies…and they wished that
tomorrow wouldn’t come. For tomorrow, with all of its
fighting…might bring them to harm one another…maybe even kill each other.

            Yazoo
pressed his lips against Vincentclass=GramE>’s and choked back tears, “If I die tomorrow…I want you to
be the last thing I see…my Dark Angel….my Valentine.”