Fanfiction: Children of the Moon (WARNING: YAOI NC17)

Zack_Fair · 02-19-08, 12:23 PM

(Sephiroth/Vincent)

Blood dripped onto the floor making the pristine white look splotched. Vincent's eyes focused on the target at hand, an imposing figure that cut into the room. Sephiroth rose his sword again and eyed Vincent with a madman's smirk, Vincent knew that the ex-General wasn't all there and he never would be. The sound of metal whizzing through the air drew his attention, and in a flash of red and black he shot across the room. His shotgun pulled out as he turned in mid jump to shoot a barrage at Sephiroth. Bullets hit but did hardly any good against the man. He was hellbent on causing someone's death, anybodies. They were now at opposites sides again. Vincent stayed silent and eyed him like a hunter staying clear of a wild beast. One false move and he could be impaled upon Masamune and it would all be over with. Cloud and the others were out of commission so it was much to his chagrin that he would be the one to face the One-Winged Angel.

"Are you hesitating, Vincent?" Sephiroth's voice drawled out, a condescending tone. Vincent said nothing but, he could see in the man's eyes he was laughing at him.

"Will you ever stop?" Vincent inquired in a low gruff tone.

There was no answer except for Masamune whirring it's way to make contact with Vincent's skull. He ducked down and brought his leg up. It was a last ditch effort but well worth the prize in the end if he could do this. The sharp end of the metal on his shoes pierced Sephiroth's arm. The silver haired man was taken by surprised and dropped Masamune with a loud clattering on the floor. Vincent pulled the point out roughly and moved away before standing. He had shocked even himself in actually achieving the disarmament of Sephiroth. Crazed Mako-Green eyes looked to the wound then up to Vincent. The stoic man prepared himself for another barrage of attacks. However he would have the upper hand if he could keep the sword away.

"You think you've won? Do you really think that disarming me is the key?" He started to chuckle a little bit. The chuckle unnerved Vincent to a degree. Didn't this man realize he was out of it? Insane? No, people never realize they are insane and believe they are perfectly normal.

"You can't keep this up forever" Vincent stated coolly. In a way he sort of felt sorry for this man, pitiful really. His entire birth, everything about him was wrong. It wasn't meant in the way that it had occurred.

The lights in the room flickered off and on making it hard on the eyes. But Vincent's eyes adjusted and he watched as Sephiroth made a move towards him. Walking slowly in only a way that showed he still believed himself to have the winning side of this battle. Vincent checked his surroundings, it was all too convenient he wasn't near the exit door. Going to a space that was more open would be much easier.

"Are you afraid Vincent? That doesn't seem quite like you." There was a mocking tone to the silver haired man's voice, and for some reason it annoyed him.

"I have no reason to fear you." He said simply and narrowed his eyes.

Sephiroth's laugh ran through the room, it was short but chilling. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of Vincent's cape. Vincent's gun came up and the mouth of it placed directly under Sephiroth's chin. The two of them stared each other down for a minute. The only sound was of their still ragged breathing from their acrobatics from earlier. Sephiroth's eyes gazed into Vincent's like a true predator. He knew if he didn't pull the trigger or make any other sort of last minute move he may be picking himself off the floor. The silence between them would have unnerved the casual viewer of this fight. But Vincent didn't find it unnerving, it was a good chance for him to get his priorities lined up.

"You will die Sephiroth, but perhaps you realize this." Vincent's trigger finger started to apply pressure.

Sephiroth only smirked and brought his hand up quickly, catching Vincent off guard and knocking the shotgun out of his hand. The gun went off when it hit the floor, and the straying bullet hit the black haired man in his arm. He cursed under his breath but kept his composure. One failed attempt opened his path to many more tries though. He brought his claw around and attempted to dig it into the man's arm. Sephiroth moved effortlessly and turned around kicking Vincent in the head. He stumbled back momentarily and launched himself at the silver haired man. The heat of battle to two warriors such as this was akin to something else entirely. Something akin to lust, and for them it was blood lust. If Vincent wouldn't admit it Sephiroth probably would. To watch your enemy bleed, in pain and struggling for people like this was enjoyable. They gathered a type of sexual pleasure from this without the sex. Sephiroth smirked and pinned Vincent against the wall looking at him in a different sort of way. This new look caused Vincent to feel a twinge of discomfort. What was he planning on doing? The silver haired man chuckled a little and moved the collar of Vincent's cape down.

"What are you..." Vincent was cut off but teeth grazing the skin. His eyes widened slightly, what was this mad man thinking?

"Blood lust, I know you're feeling it. This battle is taking it's toll on you." He said with a smirk in his voice.

Vincent wanted to retort but found it impossible as Sephiroth bit down on the curve of his neck. He kept his composure the best that he could. The scent of blood lingering in the air was causing his mind to haze over. He eyed the wound he gave them an earlier, it was looking delectable right about now. Sephiroth unhooked the cape and tossed it to the side, working at the leather straps on the rest of Vincent's top.

"Stop ..." He managed the breathe.

"You do not wish that." Sephiroth continued his ministrations.

The only sounds coming from the room now were that of their ragged breathing. This time not because of battle but because of the promises of things to come. Vincent could hardly keep his mind with him as he reached to tug at the leather adorning Sephiroth's body. He wanted to stop himself but, found it harder and harder to do so. Sephiroth smirked and brushed his lips over Vincent's jaw and cheek. A few lights in the room burning out, leaving a dim haze drifting around the two of them. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of them. Vincent let out a small gasp as Sephiroth's hand traveled between his legs briefly.

"This is what you want, Mr. Valentine." Sephiroth smirked again.

Vincent cursed his current situation and felt his mind slip. Yes, pure pleasure from the lust for blood every warrior feels that at some point. He reached and grabbed at the wounded wrist he gave Sephiroth earlier. Pulling the arm up to his mouth he lapped at the blood viciously, hungrily. Gods this was wonderful, the blood in his mouth coursing through him. Sephiroth moaned and kept his wrist against Vincent's mouth. It was a plea that needed no true words as Vincent delved his tongue into the wound. The silver haired man gazed up at the ceiling. Vincent got his fill and pulled Sephiroth to him, their lips meeting so he could taste his own blood mingling in his mouth. Sephiroth's hand ran through Vincent's hair and he could feel his lust build up more and more, it was nearing the breaking point.

"Bastard." Vincent said but, in a way half heartedly as he pulled at clothing. Vincent slid down the wall with Sephiroth climbing ontop of him. Vincent's bare chest came into view and he smirked assaulting one of his nipples with his tongue and teeth. The dark haired man sucked in a sharp breath.

Both of them found their way out of their clothing, and laying naked on the floor. Blood trickled from a few inflicted wounds on their body. Vincent gasped as he felt Sephiroth's member rub against his own, and he arched his back to feel more of it. Sephiroth smirked a little bit and pressed down a bit more.

"You like this feeling don't you?" Sephiroth inquired moving his hand down more. Vincent winced a little bit his member throbbing terribly.

Vincent took his blood coated fingers and moved them over the ex-General's ***. Sephiroth's eyes fluttered closed and he bit down on Vincent's shoulders. Blood trickled past his lips but neither seemed to mind, the pain could not be felt by Vincent himself. To him it was akin to pleasure, and he wasn't more of it. He was starting to become Blood Drunk. His blood coated fingers worked their was into Sephiroth's entrance, prodding and pushing. The man above him squirmed and moaned a bit, his Mako Green eyes half mast, lustful. Vincent smirked to think that he could perhaps top this great enemy. However, his efforts were in vain as Sephiroth grappled him and pressed him on his stomach. Vincent struggled futilely against him and swore under his breath. Of course this would be just his luck to have something like this happen. Sephiroth's own blood coated fingers moved their way to assault Vincent. He gasped and gritted his teeth some at the sudden intrusion.

"Sephiroth ...stop it ...." He managed to get out. But he never really wanted him to stop.

Sephiroth didn't and he plunged a third finger in with a sick grin. He wanted to watch Vincent Valentine squirm and writhe underneath him. Vincent closed his eyes and felt his body adjusting to the touches. His body wanting to feel more of those touches, and feel more inside. A veil of silver poured over near his face and on his back. Sephiroth's hips pressed against his *** and he placed both hands on either side of Vincent's head. He leaned down and nipped at his ear gently, and then bit a little bit harder. He situated himself and pressed inside of Vincent without warning causing the red eyed man to cry out briefly. It hurt like hell, nothing except blood to make a good lube. He glanced back, Sephiroth was enjoying his pain a little too much. His member moved in and out of him roughly, so much so that the pain was starting to become numbing. He gripped the smooth surface of the floor and looked ahead. The next light went out making the room almost completely dark. His hips moved to meet the demanding thrusts of the man behind him. Gods no matter the pain it was starting to feel amazing, very amazing. More, he wanted him inside him deeper if at all possible. A low moan was produced from his mouth and Sephiroth pushed into him more rapidly.

"More you want more do you? I can tell by the eagerness of your movements." His voice was low and husky. Vincent didn't need to look back to know there was a smirk on his pale features.

All the lights were now off in the room and only a small sliver of moonlight seeped in. The darkness spread towards them and engulfed them it felt like. Now there was only feeling without clear sight, Vincent closed his eyes and succumbed to it. Moments later he found himself sprawled on his back, the silver haired man still pounding into him. Their lips meshing, their tongues against each other. Blood, sweat, moans, thrusts, noises rising through the darkness it was almost all too much. Their battle lust had gotten the better of them and now they were in the heat of the moment. Vincent let out a loud cry as Sephiroth bit down on his neck and started to lap at his blood. He ran his nails down the lighter haired man's back causing small scratches on the skin there. He wrapped his legs around him, bringing him closer to him wanting more. His own member throbbed and ached; he was close. Vincent bit his own tongue and caught Sephiroth in another passion ladened kiss. His blood mingled in their mouths and the ex-General's movements became more erratic. The moonlight spilling across them made the man's hair iridescent. Sephiroth pulled away and delved his tongue in the still fresh wound on Vincent's neck.

"God Sephiroth, more ....more ...." Vincent's words made no sense to him. He was just speaking out of the feeling of the moment.

Sephiroth assaulted the wound and gripped Vincent's shoulder's harshly, and suddenly. He dug his teeth into the wound and suddenly their movements stopped but, not completely. Sephiroth threw his head back and let out a loud cry as he spilled his seed into Vincent. Vincent himself tried but failed to bite back a cry of his own. Their minds and bodies seemed to be coming back down to the physical plane. The darkness after a moment no longer seemed to be so engulfing, and Vincent took a moment to breathe deeply. Sephiroth looked off to the side a little surprised at himself, surprised at the feeling. Their Blood Drunk behavior still remaining but fading. He looked down at the ruby eyed man and didn't say a word, not like he could think of anything to say at a moment like this.

"So ...do we call this a stalemate?" Vincent inquired with a half joking tone.

"I believe we do..." Sephiroth answered and got out of him. He stood up and looked around for his belongings.

It felt weird that he just shared these moments of considerable lust with the enemy. However, the feelings would not come back, and Vincent realized this. Tomorrow everything would stay the same as before, they would be fighting till the death all of them. But for right now, just for the moment Vincent felt that maybe there was a small modicum of peace in the man's mind.

"Until tomorrow." Vincent said redressing himself, and picking up his shotgun.

"Of course." Sephiroth replied also redressing.

Vincent checked his gun and turned looking at the silver haired man briefly, before turning and walking out the door. Tomorrow, he was sure that the fight would be more fierce than it was today.