Whoo-Hoo! True lemony goodness here! This means that you should be prepared for alittle boy on boy love'n. Can't look? Shoo. But I still don't own these characters, and Squaresoft must be turning over in it's grave from all the yaoi that has been inflicted upon it's characters...hehe...Enjoy!
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“Why does he act like this every time I’m here?”
Vincent shook his head. He felt more annoyed than usual.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked up to see that Sephiroth was still staring at him. He saw the same sparkle in the big blue-green eyes that always seemed to appear in his presence.
“Nothing.”
“Are you so sure? You look unhappy.”
The commanding officer stood up from his desk, revealing his full and impressive height. He had to be close to being seven feet tall, and with his hair, even taller. Vincent recoiled in his chair slightly; feeling slightly intimidated by the towering colossus. Sephiroth watched him out of the corner of his eye as he came around and leaned on the front of his desk, noticing the recoil.
“Anyway, General, what was it you wanted to ask me?”
“Um… I seem to have forgotten.”
Sephiroth smiled and let out a soft laugh.
“Oh? You came all the way in here to see me, so it must have been important, yes? How could you forget something important like that?”
“I don’t know! Jesus Christ, you’re a real jerk sometimes…”
Sephiroth’s eyes widened momentarily, then he let out a sort laugh.
“You always surprise me, Vincent. I can’t believe you would speak to a commanding officer that way.”
“I knew you before we joined! I’ll speak to you anyway I please!”
More laughter.
“Oh… Vincent… I could demote you so fast right now…”
“But you won’t.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because I amuse you. I think you like toying with me.”
“Well, yes, I do. But I could still toy with you while you stapled papers.”
“I will NOT sit in a desk all day! I’m a good field leader and you know it!”
“I know. That’s also another reason to keep you.”
“How much longer are we going to keep playing this stupid game? I’ve got things to do.”
“Now you’re just trying to get out of here.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Not really, no. I’d really like it if you stayed though.”
Vincent looked at him, slightly wary.
“W-why?”
“I enjoy the company. No one much speaks so candidly to me; they’re all afraid.”
“Hmm. That’s not so unusual.”
“No, but I enjoy the company. Stay.”
Vincent let out an exasperated sigh.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?”
“Just sit there and talk to me.”
A long moment of silence follows.
“…So… How’s your love life, Vincent?”
“Excuse me? Is that appropriate?”
“Why isn’t it?”
“Because it’s private!”
“Oh, who am I going to tell?”
“…Why do I have to tell you about mine? You haven’t told me anything about you.”
“That’s because I don’t have one. I just wanted to hear what it’s like out there.”
“Oh. Well, to be honest, I don’t really have one either…”
Sephiroth looked at him quizzically.
“I find it hard to believe that someone as attractive as you has trouble finding a woman.”
“Well, it’s not that-did you just call me attractive?”
“Yes, I did. Now, what were you going to say?”
“No, no… You called me attractive. Why?”
Sephiroth shrugged.
“Because you are. Why is that so strange?”
“Because men aren’t supposed to tell each other that.”
“Oh? Well, that’s ridiculous. It makes no sense. If I think you’re attractive, I should be able to tell you. Does it bother you?”
“…No, it doesn’t.”
“Good.”
A very long, uncomfortable pause.
“Sephiroth…”
“Yes?”
“Are you gay?”
Sephiroth looked at Vincent for a long moment before speaking.
“I prefer not to label myself as one sexuality or the other. There is a lot I do not understand in the modern world, Vincent, but I do understand myself. I see no logic in limiting one’s self to any one thing. If I only found men attractive, then I would be blind to the beauty of a woman. If I were fixated on women, I wouldn’t be able to see the glory of a man. It’s all a matter of logic. I cannot answer your question any better than that.”
Vincent sat in shock for another long moment.
“Couldn’t you have just told me you were bisexual?”
Sephiroth let out a long groan.
“Vincent! You completely missed my point!”
“No I didn’t, but wouldn’t it have been simpler to say that you were bi?”
“I suppose, but it would’ve wasted that nice speech.”
“I see…”
“So, now that that’s out of the way, you didn’t explain why you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“I-I don’t know.”
Sephiroth smiled mischievously.
“Do you want a boyfriend instead?”
“No! I, mean, that’s okay for you and everything, but I’m not like that!”
“Have you ever thought about it?”
Vincent began to feel nervous. The truth was that he had thought about it. Many of his long nights had been filled with self-doubt. Questions in the dark, strange feelings, shameful longing for something that wasn’t right. Vincent knew good and well that he had felt something for Sephiroth; something he didn’t want to admit to even himself. But as he stared into the deep aqua eyes from across the room, he realized that he had thought about it more than he would care to admit; especially with his commanding officer.
“No.”
Sephiroth seemed crest fallen. He knew that there was something behind those liquid eyes that was trying to get free.
“Let it free, let it come, dear friend. I want to know,” he thought.
He could see in the red molten fire of Vincent’s eyes that there definitely was something. The way his lips separated; something desperate and soft hung in his open mouth, then was swallowed up again. That pretty face twisted in fear then fell back into restraint and composure. There was definitely something to be said. Sephiroth got up and came in close to Vincent, close enough that their noses nearly touched.
“Are you sure, dear Valentine?” he whispered.
Vincent pushed against the back of his chair as hard as he could to make some space between them. His breathing was hard and rapid while Sephiroth’s face came closer. Sephiroth’s arms circled him, pulled Vincent’s chest against his own, then their lips met in a gentle kiss. Vincent resisted, clamping his mouth tight, shutting his eyes, but then came that soft velvet tongue against his bottom lip. His resistance crumbled until he opened his mouth, allowing Sephiroth to slip his tongue in. Electric pleasure rippled trough Vincent’s body as their tongues twisted and danced in each other’s mouth. His clawed hand wrapped around Sephiroth’s shoulder while the other twined into his hair. Sephiroth smiled through the kiss. He pulled back, looking into Vincent’s eyes.
“I think you have thought about it…”
He stood up, pulling Vincent with him, and sat him on his desk. He began to kiss him again, this time with fiery passion. He thrust his tongue deep into Vincent’s open mouth and began to unbuckle the straps of his jacket. The collar feel back, revealing the pale white throat, then the rest slid down soon after it. Underneath the red cloak, Vincent wore a tight black shirt that clung to him well enough to show his muscles. Sephiroth drank up the beauty of his tight body until his mind had worked up a tight ball of lust that was set to explode at any given moment. Suddenly, he felt the scrap of metal against his chest, and then the leather straps began to loosen. Vincent’s hands were shaking as he struggled with the buckles on Sephiroth’s coat. One gave way, then soon the other, until the long black coat fell open. Vincent started to push and tug at the coat, but he couldn’t seem to get it off. Finally, Sephiroth backed away, smiling, and took the coat off himself. He swung it off and onto his coat rack. He wore no shirt underneath, and his black leather pants set very low on his hips. His body was smooth and pale, with only a light trail of silver hair leading down his stomach. As he walked back over to Vincent his muscles rippled in his stomach and hips. Sephiroth stood between Vincent’s legs and watched as he took off his own shirt. Perfect sculpting, as if by Pygmalion himself. Sephiroth ran a gloved hand over the chest and came in for another kiss. As Sephiroth passionately kissed his mouth and jaw, Vincent began to unbutton Sephiroth’s pants. His hands were still unsure, but he pulled and twisted the leather until all five silver buttons came loose. Sephiroth let out a small gasp as he felt his erection, now at it’s fullest, pop out his pants. Vincent ran his hand along the thick shaft, still trying to steady himself. Sephiroth smiled at him and covered his hand with his own. His long delicate fingers wrapped around Vincent’s own hand, steadying it, then patiently directed the stroke. Sephiroth leaned against Vincent and softly moaned as he explored him. His breath was soft and tickling in Vincent’s ear, and the quite sounds of pleasure that came from Sephiroth’s throat made him shiver with excitement. With his other free hand, Vincent began to work on his own pants. He noticed another hand come to his aid, Sephiroth’s, and his pants came off easily. As Vincent continued to work Sephiroth’s pulsing member with his hand, Sephiroth started doing the same to him. Vincent had been worked up so completely that with in a very short time, he sent a hot torrent of his cum shooting over Sephiroth’s hand and arm. He panted, embarrassed to have been spent so quickly. Sephiroth smiled at him and backed away from Vincent’s hand.
“Well, now, a bit overly excited, were we?”
“I-I’m sorry,” Vincent stammered, reaching for his clothes.
Sephiroth grabbed his hand and pushed him back on the desk.
“No, Vincent. Don’t leave. We’re not done. I can get you going again.”
Vincent’s eyes quivered with some sort of fear. Sephiroth held his chin in his hand and smiled at him.
“Don’t be afraid. You’ll like it.”
Vincent nodded after a moment and lay down on the desk. Sephiroth kissed his neck and started to stroke him again. His hand was still wet from Vincent’s first orgasm, but it was beginning to bead up on the vinyl. He ran his fingers through a large pool still on Vincent’s stomach, then trailed it down the burning cleft of his rear. Vincent’s back arched as he was touched for the first time ever by another man and a broken moan hissed out of his mouth. Sephiroth, encouraged, rubbed the tight opening harder with his fingertips, still using the cum as lubricant. Vincent was beginning to harden again with the consistent stroking of Sephiroth’s other hand, which added to both of the men’s excitement. Sephiroth pushed experimentally with his middle finger at Vincent’s tight opening. He smiled at the small, surprised gasp, followed by a deep, throaty moan. Further encouraged, Sephiroth pushed his fingertip into the opening, received no protest, and then pushed the rest of his middle finger in.
“Ah… Oh, Sep-hiroth… Ohhhh…” Vincent moaned softly.
His body quivered from the strain and excitement as Sephiroth slide his ring finger inside next. Vincent’s back arched high again; his hips shooting up towards the ceiling and erection hard against his stomach. Sephiroth pushed him down again, leering into his face.
“Are you ready now?”
“Ah… Yes. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
He withdrew his two fingers and placed a hand on each side of Vincent’s hips to stead him.
“This will hurt, Vincent, but now so much if you don’t tense up. Just relax your muscles and it will be fine.”
Vincent nodded, not really capable of speech, and clawed for a handhold on the desk. Sephiroth pushed against the opening with the tip of his member, feeling the muscles tense, then relax slightly. Very slowly, he eased his way into Vincent, not wanting to hurt him, but wishing he could just slam into him already. He heard a soft whimper from him now and then, but he never once said to stop. Vincent wiggled and squirmed from the pressure building inside him. He wished that Sephiroth would hurry and get it in him; he couldn’t stand the teasing pleasure anymore. He panted softly, tightening his clawed hand on the corner of the desk.
“Oh, God. Hurry. Hurry! This is so torturing… I don’t care if it hurts, just give it to me! I want it!”
Sephiroth let out a half growl, half sigh.
br>“Mmm… Are you sure? I’m not half in yet.”
He gave Vincent a gentle, experimental thrust.
“Ah! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me please!”
Sephiroth forced the rest of his member up into Vincent with a hard, quick shove. Vincent’s eyes snapped open wide and he cried out with pain. A couple of single tears ran down his cheeks. Sephiroth instantly regretted giving in to Vincent’s request; after all, he did know better. He stroked the tears off his cheeks and spoke soothingly.
“Shhh… Calm down Vincent. The worst is over.”
“I didn’t think it would hurt so bad!” Vincent cried softly.
Sephiroth laid a tender kiss on his lips while running his hand through Vincent’s long black hair. He tried his best to sooth his friend until he became comfortable and the pain stopped. He laid kiss after kiss on the soft quivering lips until he felt Vincent kissing him back again. As Sephiroth kissed his neck, Vincent whispered softly in his ear.
“I’m ready.”
Sephiroth nodded while he continued to kiss his neck. His hips started to move again, which sent Vincent reeling with pleasure. The rhythm was easy and soft, but Sephiroth only wanted to make it hard and fast. He gritted his teeth through his desire and continued his easy assault. Vincent moaned very softly while he lay on his back. It was so easy to be taken like this. So easy to be rocked gently by those muscular hips. Too easy.
“Sephiroth… Oh, Sephiroth… I want more. Give me more. Please, Commander, give me more.”
Sephiroth smiled.
“You want more? Alright, I can give you more…”
He pulled Vincent’s hips down onto him and quickened his pace. He was relieved to finally be able to speed up, but it didn’t seem like enough. Vincent grabbed a hold of his own rock hard cock and started pumping it in time with Sephiroth’s rhythm. He wrapped his legs tight around the other man’s torso, forcing himself down onto the pulsing member further. Sephiroth smiled through his panting and pushed in deeper, until his hilt pushed hard against Vincent’s rear.
“Oh, you’re so tight, Vincent. So wonderfully tight…”
He took another thrust and it happened. Vincent’s spine snapped up as he experienced the most intensely pleasurable sensation in his life.
“SEPHIROTH!!! Oh God!”
Sephiroth smiled again. He knew that he had finally hit the place he had been searching for inside of Vincent. It seemed all he could take; Sephiroth broke down and started pounding into his lover with feverish abandon. His lips curled into a snarl as drove himself hard and deep into Vincent. He listened to Vincent’s desperate cries as they got louder and louder.
“Sephiroth! Se-phi-roth! Oh, Sephiroth! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! More! MORE! OH! OH!”
“Yeah… Say it… Say you want me to fuck you… Say it!”
“Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! Oh, Sephiroth, fuck me!”
“I love to hear it… Mmm, you’re such a good fuck, Vincent. You’ve got such a tight ass; I just want to fill it up! I want to fill you up with my cock and stretch you out. I love it.”
Vincent cried out with each deep, hard thrust until he could feel his orgasm rising deep in him. He jerked himself harder and harder and felt Sephiroth giving him everything he had. The pressure was building in his abdomen; building until it rose deep in him, crashing forward. He didn’t try to stop it, didn’t try to hold back. His clawed hand was crushing the table corner he held on to, then he cried out.
“SEPHIROTH!”
His body seemed to be on strings as it pulled him up, shooting his juices onto his stomach and chest. Sephiroth watched the whole event, savoring the delicious sent of sweat and maleness. It pushed him over the edge to see Vincent convulse and his sweet, lovely cum squirting high into the air. Sephiroth pushed himself harder and faster in and out of Vincent until he finally climaxed, sending torrent after torrent of his cum deep into Vincent. He gave an intense throaty moan/growl that threatened to turn into a roar. He brought himself down with a few easy, shallow thrusts, squeezing out every last drop of juices he had to give. He pulled out of Vincent, leaving a thick strand of blood-tinged cum linking them. He sat down in the chair opposite of his desk to catch his breath. Vincent lay on his back, still panting. He heard Sephiroth chuckle softly.
“Well, I better get you and I cleaned up.”