Wherever You Will Go - Chapter 4
Title: Wherever You Will Go
Authors: madisuzy and calvi_sama
Pairing: Vincent Valentine x Laguna Loire (crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII or FFVIII. The title for this piece was adapted from the song Where Ever You Will Go by The Calling
Warnings: Adult themes, Yaoi - that's two men having sex folks, be warned, and swearing
Summary: From an erotic chance encouter blossoms a love that will test both men's desire and devotion, and will send them on a journey of self discovery that will change both of their lives forever.
A/N: This is pretty much pure porn, the plot comes later! This was written as an RP: madisuzy wrote Laguna and yours truly wrote Vincent. It started out as kind of a "feeler fic" -an experiment if you will- and we both just fell in love with the story and kept going! We hope you enjoy!!
Chapter 4
Squall leant against the wall of the elevator with his arms crossed, trying to control his aggravation. He’d been sitting in the President’s office for over an hour waiting for Laguna to arrive while Kiros made excuses and repeatedly called his room to no avail. Finally Squall had decided to go and get his father himself.
The man was driving him to new heights of annoyance lately. It was bad enough that his father had spent the last two weeks so distracted that he’d been unable to carry out his normal duties, but when he couldn’t even get out of bed in the morning to make it to a meeting that Squall had arranged weeks before, it was unbearable. Didn’t the man realize that his son was busy and coming to Esthar was a huge effort on his part?
Squall’s cell phone began to ring in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the caller ID. Fuck, it was Rinoa again. She’d already called him three times today and it was only ten o’clock in the morning. Whatever the hell she wanted, it could wait. He simply didn’t have the patience right now to put up with her schoolgirl ranting.
The more time went by, the more he regretted ever falling into a relationship with the woman. Rinoa wanted more than he could give her but luckily his position as Commander of Seed gave him plenty of excuses to avoid her, most of the time. Squall turned off his phone, returning it to his pocket with a sigh. He knew he had to somehow end the relationship but he just wasn’t ready to deal with all the drama that would erupt as a result. The fact her father was one of Seed’s clients didn’t make the whole mess any easier.
The elevator lurched to a stop and Squall strode out and down the hall towards Laguna’s suite. Keying in the security code he let himself in and closed the doors, pausing to look around the living area. All of the blinds were still closed and the darkened room was a clear indication that Laguna was still in bed. The only sign of his father’s presence was a trail of clothing heading for his closed bedroom door. Fuck, couldn’t the man even pick up after himself anymore? He approached the bedroom door, swinging it open with a growl.
“Laguna! Wake the fuck up!” he yelled, stalking forward with the intention of dragging the man out of bed. As he approached the bed he froze in shock at the sight of his father cuddled up to a dark haired man who’s red eyes glared back at him.
They had made love three more times throughout the course of the night and poor Laguna was exhausted, lying curled up against Vincent’s side, arm draped over Vincent’s belly. One of his hands played with a lock of Laguna’s hair while the other one was up, resting behind his head. He sighed contently, his body sated and relaxed and even a little sore. He hummed softly and let his eyes drift shut only to have his lassitude broken by a rather abrupt and rude young man barging into their room…yelling. Not one to enjoy interruptions, Vincent growled softly as he glared at the young man who bore a striking resemblance to his lover; this must be Squall.
He felt Laguna startle then settle back into sleep when Squall fell silent to stare at them with his mouth agape. Grinning, Vincent slowly brought his finger to his lips to indicate that Squall stay quiet. Then he eased out from under Laguna, kissing the smaller man when he frowned and murmured unintelligibly, and got out of bed - for once completely at ease with his nudity and scars. He walked over to his discarded pants and pulled them on before motioning Squall to precede him from the room. After the bedroom door was shut he rumbled, “Do you always just barge into people’s private rooms uninvited? Where I come from that is considered rather… uncouth.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Squall growled, glaring at his father’s companion and ignoring his question. Great, now his fool of a father was screwing around with random guys instead of doing his job. He could almost see his mother rolling over in her grave with disgust. Why couldn’t the man act his age for once in his life?
“And apparently you are in the habit of not answering questions when presented with them.” Vincent said wryly, rolling his eyes. He had known several Turks in his day that had had the same problem. He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded Squall calmly, when in actuality he wanted to reach out and backhand the rude upstart through the wall. “Who I am is none of your business, and if my opinion were to matter - which I am sure it will not - a little more respect should be shown for others rather than assuming that everyone has been placed on this planet to cater to you.”
He narrowed his eyes at Squall and tapped a forefinger against his bicep. “I should think that that would go double for the man who is your father, but perhaps this is a common practice in a land to which I am only superficially familiar, and it is only my ignorance of your customs that motivates my tongue.”
“My relationship with Laguna is none of your business and I suggest you tell me who the fuck you are before I call security and have your sorry ass dragged out of here,” Squall spat back at the stranger, barely controlling his urge to remove the man himself.
Vincent the man, the Turk, could control his temper; but Vincent the host to demons found the lack of respect and civility just a little too much. Without warning he grabbed Squall by the lapels of his coat and easily lifted the young man off of the floor to whirl around and slam him up against a nearby wall. Leaning in close he hissed, “I welcome you to try and remove me, Squall. You have no idea what you are dealing with. I know enough of your relationship, and from what I’ve seen of you so far I know that if you were my son, you would embarrass the hell out of me.” He pressed into Squall enough to impart to the young man a hint of the enhanced strength that he had. “I suggest…” he growled, “…that you watch your mouth.”
Laguna rolled over to find his bed empty and sat up, frowning down at the sheets. The sound of Squall’s voice in full commander mode made his eyes go wide. Oh fuck, Squall is out there yelling at someone and it must be Vincent. Scrambling off the bed, he tripped in the sheets, luckily catching hold of the bed post before he fell on his face. Untangling himself, Laguna quickly pulled on his pants. The next sound he heard was a loud thump and he bolted for the door, pulling it open and looking around to find Vincent holding his son up against the wall. Squall’s eyes were wide and Vincent looked like he was on the brink of ripping the boy apart with his bare hands.
“Fuck, Vincent! Please don’t!” he yelled.
At the sound of Laguna’s panicked voice, Vincent jolted back to sanity and he blinked and shook his head. His hands popped open and Squall slid down the wall to thump onto his feet, looking a bit shocked and more than a little uneasy. He took a step back as Laguna approached them, breathing heavily in an effort to control his rage and quell his demons. He turned his head and looked regretfully at Laguna, “I’m sorry, Laguna… I… I fear I was pushed too far. This is part of who I am, and it is something that I constantly battle.”
He backed up until he was standing behind Laguna, putting the smaller man in between himself and Squall. “Forgive me, but your son’s behavior is most unacceptable. If he speaks to you like he has just spoken to me, then perhaps it might be best that I not be left alone with him.”
“It’s alright, Vincent,” Laguna said, reaching out to entwine his fingers with his lovers’. Turning back to his son he took a deep breath to calm himself.
“Squall, was there something you wanted?” he asked.
“We had a meeting over an hour ago and I came to get you only to find you in bed with this….this man. What the fuck is going on?” Squall demanded, his surprise disappearing as his glare returned.
“This is Vincent. I met him while in Midgar and he will be staying here with me so I would ask that you don’t come barging into my rooms unannounced in the future. As for the meeting, I am sorry I forgot completely. Do you want to have the meeting now or reschedule it?” Laguna replied calmly, squeezing Vincent’s hand.
“What? You just met him and now you’re shacking up together?” Squall muttered.
“That is none of your business. Do you want to have the meeting or not?”
“Fuck the meeting,” Squall spat. “I come in here and your insane boyfriend threatens me and you don’t even give a fuck. I’m going back to Garden.” The Commander turned, shooting a glare at Vincent before walking for the door.
“Squall wait! Squall!” Laguna called, only to be ignored as his son slammed the door behind him. “Fuck,” Laguna muttered, running a hand through his hair.
Vincent winced, fully aware of the unacceptability of his own behavior and that an apology was warranted, but he didn’t think it was wise that he approach Squall now or in the near future. His hand came up rest on the back of Laguna’s neck where he began to rub soothingly. He rested his forehead against Laguna’s head and murmured, “I’m sorry, Laguna. I’m a very dangerous…man.” He breathed the last word then said softly, “No, that is not correct…I’m no longer human, and if you feel that I am jeopardizing your position or putting others in danger, I will leave. You have but to say the word. Nor do I wish to come between you and your son, who clearly does not approve of me.” He finished and rested his lips against the lightly scented and soft hair of his lover, breathing deeply.
“Don’t be daft, Vincent. My son just happens to hate me. I never expected him to approve of me or anything I do,” Laguna answered, his voice harsh with his frustration. “Look, you are human so please don’t keep saying that you’re not. None of this is your fault. It’s been like this between Squall and me ever since I found out he was my son. It’s my fault…past mistakes that I can’t change now…,” Laguna’s voice trailed off as he frowned down at the floor.
At that Vincent felt inexplicably sad, and he wrapped his arms around Laguna from behind. “It’s not too late,” he said, “to right past wrongs and recover lost time. I read his file, or what Reeve had in regards to your son, and I know he was raised without the love of a parent. I think, I hope, that in time Squall will come to realize that the fact that you were not a part of his early life was not your fault. Please let me help, however I can,” he squeezed Laguna and chuckled, “Even if it means I stay away from him for rest of his life.”
Laguna grinned, turning to face the beautiful man he’d somehow been lucky enough to catch. Reaching a hand up to cup Vincent’s face, he kissed him slowly while his other hand wrapped around his lovers waist. Just being in his embrace made all his troubles disappear and gave him a sense of security he’d never felt before. Pulling back, he stared into those ruby eyes and sighed.
“Gods, you are amazing,” he murmured. “No wonder I’m falling in love.” Laguna’s brain suddenly registered what he’d said and his face went pale as he froze in shock. Oh fuck…he hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.
Vincent stilled immediately and breathed, “What did you just say?” He brought his hand up to trace long fingers over Laguna’s face, as though to memorize every dip and curve. He felt an odd squeezing in his chest. He wanted so desperately to believe Laguna, but “You don’t know me, Laguna.” He staggered back, dragging Laguna with him, until he bumped into a chair and abruptly sat down. He looked up desperately at the gentle man who had just uttered the words he had waited an eternity to hear. “I’m dangerous… gods Laguna, I almost killed your son!” He wrapped his arms around Laguna’s waist and laid his head on the man’s abdomen.
“I do not think I know love anymore,” he murmured, breathing in Laguna’s unique scent and committing it to memory. “But when I think of you in danger it terrifies me, just as when I think of you sad I know I would kill myself to make you smile. If I were to have a greatest fear, Laguna, it would be that you would turn me away and look upon me with disgust.” He held onto Laguna a little tighter. “When I am away from you I cannot rest, and when I am with you I have never felt such peace.” He looked up searchingly into Laguna’s green eyes. “Is that love?” Gods, he hoped that it was…
“I…,” Laguna stuttered, suddenly lost for words as he tried to process everything Vincent had just said. Swallowing down his own fear of rejection, he decided to take a chance and lay his cards on the table. “I know we haven’t known each other that long but I can’t help the way I feel. Being with you… it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The last week away from you I couldn’t function and all I could think about was you. You will never be a monster to me and as for Squall…well, you’d be surprised how many people react to him that way.” Smiling he cupped his lover’s face in his hands and gazed down at him.
“I can’t tell you how to feel or whether you love me or not. With time I think you will work it out for yourself. At the moment I’m just happy to take whatever you’re willing to give me,” he finished off, biting on his bottom lip and hoping he hadn’t said too much. The last thing he wanted was to scare Vincent away with his romantic notions.
Vincent covered Laguna’s hands on his face with his own. “I’d give you anything you asked of me, Laguna.” He pulled the Estharian’s hands away and gave a sharp tug. With a startled exclamation, Laguna tripped and awkwardly landed in Vincent’s lap. He then wrapped his arms around Laguna’s waist and proceeded to kiss the man, long and deep, as they were slow and lazy, growling contentedly as Laguna wrapped his own arms around his neck and leaned into the kissing. Finally they separated and Vincent grinned at Laguna’s contented and dazed expression. “What shall we do today? I’ve already made you miss one meeting, what’s on the agenda next?”
“Actually, I’ve got the day off. Kiros was worried about my…well lack of professional conduct over the last week so he insisted I take a break. I believe his exact words were ‘go home and cheer the fuck up’.” Lifting a hand to trace Vincent’s jaw absently he continued, “I probably should call Kiros and get him to drop by so you can meet him and he can inform security that you’ll be staying here for now. Don’t want the guards trying to arrest you in the halls.”
“They’ll never catch me,” Vincent chuckled, playfully nipping at Laguna’s fingers when they wandered too close to his mouth. “But they are welcome to try.” He situated Laguna more comfortably and leaned back more into the chair. He slowly began to trace his fingers over Laguna’s naked chest, becoming fixated on the man’s nipples; rubbing and pinching lightly before smoothing over them in a feather-light touch. “Who is this Kiros? Reeve’s file didn’t go very deeply into his role other than as your…aide? And that you served together.”
“H…he’s my best friend. He’s kept me alive and…,” Laguna arched into Vincent’s touch, breathing in deeply before continuing, “I couldn’t r…run the country without him.”
“He’s kept you alive,” Vincent nuzzled Laguna’s ear as a fierce feeling of possessiveness surged through him. He licked and nuzzled Laguna’s earlobe. “Then I am forever in his debt.” Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the phone on its cradle next to the chair. Grinning slyly he snagged it and plopped it in Laguna’s lap, making the other man jump slightly. “How about now?” With a hesitant affirmative, Laguna picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number. While the smaller man engaged the other party on the line, Vincent’s hand found Laguna’s semi-erect penis through his soft pants.
Humming in approval he slipped his hand down the front of Laguna’s pants and slowly began teasing the organ hard once again by lightly tracing just the tip of his finger over the flared head, grin growing wider as he felt moisture coat the digit. Then without warning he firmly grabbed Laguna’s shaft and slowly began pumping it, twisting ever so slightly and bringing his palm on each upstroke to rub over the head before sliding back down again. Laguna was writhing on his lap and desperately trying to keep his voice level while he continued speaking into the phone. “I like you best hard, Laguna,” Vincent rumbled into a delicate ear. “But I love it when you move like this and whimper.” He breathed, “…moan my name, Laguna….”
Laguna bit his lip hard, trying desperately to hold back his moans as Vincent tormented him. Kiros began asking multiple questions about his new partner when all he wanted was to get off the phone as quickly as possible.
“K…kiros, can I call you back. I…I’ve got to go and….Vin,” he moaned the last word, despite his best attempts and felt his face go purple with embarrassment. Kiros fell silent on the other end of the phone as Laguna whimpered and looked pleadingly at Vincent for mercy.
“Okay,” Kiros replied, chuckling as he continued. “Call me when you two are done.” Laguna thanked the gods as the phone went dead and he dropped it on the floor, reaching his hands up to grab Vincent’s face and kiss him hard as he thrust into his lover’s hand.
Vincent chuckled when Laguna released his mouth to gasp and cry out as he came, soaking the crotch of his pants as well as Vincent’s hand. Leaving his hand wrapped gently around Laguna’s softening cock, careful not to move it, out of respect to fact that it would hurt, he murmured, “I should ease off. There won’t be anything left of you if I keep up this pace.” He kissed Laguna again, taking his time to explore the mouth under his, “Oooohh, but I cannot help it. I’m starving for you!” He breathed. Carefully he eased Laguna’s pants off to drop to the floor as he held his lover cradled against his chest and slowly stroked Laguna’s side and flank, resting his forehead against Laguna’s.
Finally he kissed Laguna’s temple and whispered, “But we really should make my presence known to those who need to know. I shall try and behave myself from here on out, even though I just want to keep us locked and naked in your bedroom for the next week…”
“Kiros will wait,” Laguna whispered, shuffling backwards to kneel between Vincent’s legs. He reached up and began to squeeze his lover’s shaft through his pants, looking up into his eyes with a grin. “I…I want to taste you. Is that okay?” he asked nervously.
Vincent’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Laguna’s hand on the erection that was straining against his leathers. Breathing deeply he shifted in his seat and gripped the armrests and nodded, tilting his head to look into Laguna’s eyes, “Yes,” he moaned, licking his lips, “put your mouth on me…”
Laguna began to softly bite Vincent’s cock through his leathers as his hands busied themselves undoing the buckles and zipper, pausing to peel them down to his lover’s ankles. Looking into Vincent’s eyes he began to lick the shaft lovingly, nipping the end lightly before sliding his lips over the top and continuing downwards. He still couldn’t take as much in as he’d like to and had to use one hand on the base as his mouth worked the top of the shaft. He sucked hard, rolling his tongue along the underside as his hand moved in time to his movements.
Vincent groaned and threw his head back, encouraging him on with every sound that fell from his lips. Laguna groaned when a hand threaded through his hair and he allowed the younger man to thrust up into his mouth as his hand controlled the depth. He loved the fact he could make Vincent moan and writhe from his touch and wondered briefly what it would be like to have his younger lover under him, responding to him in such a way as he thrust into the tightness of him. The thought alone made his own erection return and he pushed his hips into Vincent’s leg in time with the thrusts into his mouth.
Intelligent thought had left him, and the last time he checked, coherent speech had bailed on him as well as Vincent was reduced to gasps and rough moans. The feel of Laguna’s mouth on his cock was exquisite. He cracked his eyes open to watch the Estharian’s head bob up and down on his dick, captivated by the sight of his flesh disappearing into Laguna’s mouth over and over. He bit his lip and continued his thrusting as the pressure slowly built; having begun as a tingle until it became a nerve-searing, delicious burn. “Laguna…” he rasped.
Vincent’s thrusts became erratic as he approached his peak and Laguna’s eyes where fixed on the sight of his beautiful lover completely losing his controlled façade. He was so enthralled that he completely missed Vincent’s verbal warning and when the younger man reached his climax he found himself wishing that it had lasted longer. Gently cradling Vincent’s spent member in his mouth, he gave it a few more gentle sucks before releasing it to sit back and smile up at the man he loved.
His own cock was now erect again and Vincent looked down at him with a wicked grin that had him a little worried that they were never going to get out of the bedroom today… which now that Laguna thought about it, wasn’t a bad idea. His dreams of a full day in bed with his new lover where interrupted as his phone began to ring and sighing, he slowly rose to answer it.
“Laguna!” Selphie’s voice trilled in his ear, killing his desire and ridding him of his erection in seconds. She was looking for Squall and Laguna was in no mood to explain the earlier blow up with his son to her, so he simply told her that Squall had already left before making an excuse of his own and ending the call. Looking back over to Vincent, he noticed that the other man hadn’t even moved from where he’d left him and he smiled over his shoulder at his lover before re-dialing Kiros’ number and requesting they get together for coffee and a light lunch.
Sated and comfortable, Vincent had no desire to get up just yet. Besides he was enjoying the view. He steepled his fingers in front of his face and cocked his head a little as he took in Laguna’s broad, solidly-muscled back, tapering down into a narrow waist and rounded, tight buttocks that only hours ago he had parted and buried himself in between…Vincent cut off that train of thought in an effort to avoid yet another erection. He didn’t know what it was about Laguna, but just being around the man did something to him, made him sexual and actually want to feel! He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts when he realized that Laguna was talking to him. With a sigh he pulled off his pants, got up out of the chair and indicated that Laguna shower first.
He would have joined his lover, but he knew they’d be stuck in there for hours and never meet Kiros for lunch. When Laguna finished, coming out toweling his sable hair and glistening with water, he gritted his teeth, shut himself in the bathroom and took a very cold shower.
Authors: madisuzy and calvi_sama
Pairing: Vincent Valentine x Laguna Loire (crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not in any way own, nor profit from, the characters and/or locations of FFVII or FFVIII. The title for this piece was adapted from the song Where Ever You Will Go by The Calling
Warnings: Adult themes, Yaoi - that's two men having sex folks, be warned, and swearing
Summary: From an erotic chance encouter blossoms a love that will test both men's desire and devotion, and will send them on a journey of self discovery that will change both of their lives forever.
A/N: This is pretty much pure porn, the plot comes later! This was written as an RP: madisuzy wrote Laguna and yours truly wrote Vincent. It started out as kind of a "feeler fic" -an experiment if you will- and we both just fell in love with the story and kept going! We hope you enjoy!!
Chapter 4
Squall leant against the wall of the elevator with his arms crossed, trying to control his aggravation. He’d been sitting in the President’s office for over an hour waiting for Laguna to arrive while Kiros made excuses and repeatedly called his room to no avail. Finally Squall had decided to go and get his father himself.
The man was driving him to new heights of annoyance lately. It was bad enough that his father had spent the last two weeks so distracted that he’d been unable to carry out his normal duties, but when he couldn’t even get out of bed in the morning to make it to a meeting that Squall had arranged weeks before, it was unbearable. Didn’t the man realize that his son was busy and coming to Esthar was a huge effort on his part?
Squall’s cell phone began to ring in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the caller ID. Fuck, it was Rinoa again. She’d already called him three times today and it was only ten o’clock in the morning. Whatever the hell she wanted, it could wait. He simply didn’t have the patience right now to put up with her schoolgirl ranting.
The more time went by, the more he regretted ever falling into a relationship with the woman. Rinoa wanted more than he could give her but luckily his position as Commander of Seed gave him plenty of excuses to avoid her, most of the time. Squall turned off his phone, returning it to his pocket with a sigh. He knew he had to somehow end the relationship but he just wasn’t ready to deal with all the drama that would erupt as a result. The fact her father was one of Seed’s clients didn’t make the whole mess any easier.
The elevator lurched to a stop and Squall strode out and down the hall towards Laguna’s suite. Keying in the security code he let himself in and closed the doors, pausing to look around the living area. All of the blinds were still closed and the darkened room was a clear indication that Laguna was still in bed. The only sign of his father’s presence was a trail of clothing heading for his closed bedroom door. Fuck, couldn’t the man even pick up after himself anymore? He approached the bedroom door, swinging it open with a growl.
“Laguna! Wake the fuck up!” he yelled, stalking forward with the intention of dragging the man out of bed. As he approached the bed he froze in shock at the sight of his father cuddled up to a dark haired man who’s red eyes glared back at him.
They had made love three more times throughout the course of the night and poor Laguna was exhausted, lying curled up against Vincent’s side, arm draped over Vincent’s belly. One of his hands played with a lock of Laguna’s hair while the other one was up, resting behind his head. He sighed contently, his body sated and relaxed and even a little sore. He hummed softly and let his eyes drift shut only to have his lassitude broken by a rather abrupt and rude young man barging into their room…yelling. Not one to enjoy interruptions, Vincent growled softly as he glared at the young man who bore a striking resemblance to his lover; this must be Squall.
He felt Laguna startle then settle back into sleep when Squall fell silent to stare at them with his mouth agape. Grinning, Vincent slowly brought his finger to his lips to indicate that Squall stay quiet. Then he eased out from under Laguna, kissing the smaller man when he frowned and murmured unintelligibly, and got out of bed - for once completely at ease with his nudity and scars. He walked over to his discarded pants and pulled them on before motioning Squall to precede him from the room. After the bedroom door was shut he rumbled, “Do you always just barge into people’s private rooms uninvited? Where I come from that is considered rather… uncouth.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Squall growled, glaring at his father’s companion and ignoring his question. Great, now his fool of a father was screwing around with random guys instead of doing his job. He could almost see his mother rolling over in her grave with disgust. Why couldn’t the man act his age for once in his life?
“And apparently you are in the habit of not answering questions when presented with them.” Vincent said wryly, rolling his eyes. He had known several Turks in his day that had had the same problem. He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded Squall calmly, when in actuality he wanted to reach out and backhand the rude upstart through the wall. “Who I am is none of your business, and if my opinion were to matter - which I am sure it will not - a little more respect should be shown for others rather than assuming that everyone has been placed on this planet to cater to you.”
He narrowed his eyes at Squall and tapped a forefinger against his bicep. “I should think that that would go double for the man who is your father, but perhaps this is a common practice in a land to which I am only superficially familiar, and it is only my ignorance of your customs that motivates my tongue.”
“My relationship with Laguna is none of your business and I suggest you tell me who the fuck you are before I call security and have your sorry ass dragged out of here,” Squall spat back at the stranger, barely controlling his urge to remove the man himself.
Vincent the man, the Turk, could control his temper; but Vincent the host to demons found the lack of respect and civility just a little too much. Without warning he grabbed Squall by the lapels of his coat and easily lifted the young man off of the floor to whirl around and slam him up against a nearby wall. Leaning in close he hissed, “I welcome you to try and remove me, Squall. You have no idea what you are dealing with. I know enough of your relationship, and from what I’ve seen of you so far I know that if you were my son, you would embarrass the hell out of me.” He pressed into Squall enough to impart to the young man a hint of the enhanced strength that he had. “I suggest…” he growled, “…that you watch your mouth.”
Laguna rolled over to find his bed empty and sat up, frowning down at the sheets. The sound of Squall’s voice in full commander mode made his eyes go wide. Oh fuck, Squall is out there yelling at someone and it must be Vincent. Scrambling off the bed, he tripped in the sheets, luckily catching hold of the bed post before he fell on his face. Untangling himself, Laguna quickly pulled on his pants. The next sound he heard was a loud thump and he bolted for the door, pulling it open and looking around to find Vincent holding his son up against the wall. Squall’s eyes were wide and Vincent looked like he was on the brink of ripping the boy apart with his bare hands.
“Fuck, Vincent! Please don’t!” he yelled.
At the sound of Laguna’s panicked voice, Vincent jolted back to sanity and he blinked and shook his head. His hands popped open and Squall slid down the wall to thump onto his feet, looking a bit shocked and more than a little uneasy. He took a step back as Laguna approached them, breathing heavily in an effort to control his rage and quell his demons. He turned his head and looked regretfully at Laguna, “I’m sorry, Laguna… I… I fear I was pushed too far. This is part of who I am, and it is something that I constantly battle.”
He backed up until he was standing behind Laguna, putting the smaller man in between himself and Squall. “Forgive me, but your son’s behavior is most unacceptable. If he speaks to you like he has just spoken to me, then perhaps it might be best that I not be left alone with him.”
“It’s alright, Vincent,” Laguna said, reaching out to entwine his fingers with his lovers’. Turning back to his son he took a deep breath to calm himself.
“Squall, was there something you wanted?” he asked.
“We had a meeting over an hour ago and I came to get you only to find you in bed with this….this man. What the fuck is going on?” Squall demanded, his surprise disappearing as his glare returned.
“This is Vincent. I met him while in Midgar and he will be staying here with me so I would ask that you don’t come barging into my rooms unannounced in the future. As for the meeting, I am sorry I forgot completely. Do you want to have the meeting now or reschedule it?” Laguna replied calmly, squeezing Vincent’s hand.
“What? You just met him and now you’re shacking up together?” Squall muttered.
“That is none of your business. Do you want to have the meeting or not?”
“Fuck the meeting,” Squall spat. “I come in here and your insane boyfriend threatens me and you don’t even give a fuck. I’m going back to Garden.” The Commander turned, shooting a glare at Vincent before walking for the door.
“Squall wait! Squall!” Laguna called, only to be ignored as his son slammed the door behind him. “Fuck,” Laguna muttered, running a hand through his hair.
Vincent winced, fully aware of the unacceptability of his own behavior and that an apology was warranted, but he didn’t think it was wise that he approach Squall now or in the near future. His hand came up rest on the back of Laguna’s neck where he began to rub soothingly. He rested his forehead against Laguna’s head and murmured, “I’m sorry, Laguna. I’m a very dangerous…man.” He breathed the last word then said softly, “No, that is not correct…I’m no longer human, and if you feel that I am jeopardizing your position or putting others in danger, I will leave. You have but to say the word. Nor do I wish to come between you and your son, who clearly does not approve of me.” He finished and rested his lips against the lightly scented and soft hair of his lover, breathing deeply.
“Don’t be daft, Vincent. My son just happens to hate me. I never expected him to approve of me or anything I do,” Laguna answered, his voice harsh with his frustration. “Look, you are human so please don’t keep saying that you’re not. None of this is your fault. It’s been like this between Squall and me ever since I found out he was my son. It’s my fault…past mistakes that I can’t change now…,” Laguna’s voice trailed off as he frowned down at the floor.
At that Vincent felt inexplicably sad, and he wrapped his arms around Laguna from behind. “It’s not too late,” he said, “to right past wrongs and recover lost time. I read his file, or what Reeve had in regards to your son, and I know he was raised without the love of a parent. I think, I hope, that in time Squall will come to realize that the fact that you were not a part of his early life was not your fault. Please let me help, however I can,” he squeezed Laguna and chuckled, “Even if it means I stay away from him for rest of his life.”
Laguna grinned, turning to face the beautiful man he’d somehow been lucky enough to catch. Reaching a hand up to cup Vincent’s face, he kissed him slowly while his other hand wrapped around his lovers waist. Just being in his embrace made all his troubles disappear and gave him a sense of security he’d never felt before. Pulling back, he stared into those ruby eyes and sighed.
“Gods, you are amazing,” he murmured. “No wonder I’m falling in love.” Laguna’s brain suddenly registered what he’d said and his face went pale as he froze in shock. Oh fuck…he hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.
Vincent stilled immediately and breathed, “What did you just say?” He brought his hand up to trace long fingers over Laguna’s face, as though to memorize every dip and curve. He felt an odd squeezing in his chest. He wanted so desperately to believe Laguna, but “You don’t know me, Laguna.” He staggered back, dragging Laguna with him, until he bumped into a chair and abruptly sat down. He looked up desperately at the gentle man who had just uttered the words he had waited an eternity to hear. “I’m dangerous… gods Laguna, I almost killed your son!” He wrapped his arms around Laguna’s waist and laid his head on the man’s abdomen.
“I do not think I know love anymore,” he murmured, breathing in Laguna’s unique scent and committing it to memory. “But when I think of you in danger it terrifies me, just as when I think of you sad I know I would kill myself to make you smile. If I were to have a greatest fear, Laguna, it would be that you would turn me away and look upon me with disgust.” He held onto Laguna a little tighter. “When I am away from you I cannot rest, and when I am with you I have never felt such peace.” He looked up searchingly into Laguna’s green eyes. “Is that love?” Gods, he hoped that it was…
“I…,” Laguna stuttered, suddenly lost for words as he tried to process everything Vincent had just said. Swallowing down his own fear of rejection, he decided to take a chance and lay his cards on the table. “I know we haven’t known each other that long but I can’t help the way I feel. Being with you… it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The last week away from you I couldn’t function and all I could think about was you. You will never be a monster to me and as for Squall…well, you’d be surprised how many people react to him that way.” Smiling he cupped his lover’s face in his hands and gazed down at him.
“I can’t tell you how to feel or whether you love me or not. With time I think you will work it out for yourself. At the moment I’m just happy to take whatever you’re willing to give me,” he finished off, biting on his bottom lip and hoping he hadn’t said too much. The last thing he wanted was to scare Vincent away with his romantic notions.
Vincent covered Laguna’s hands on his face with his own. “I’d give you anything you asked of me, Laguna.” He pulled the Estharian’s hands away and gave a sharp tug. With a startled exclamation, Laguna tripped and awkwardly landed in Vincent’s lap. He then wrapped his arms around Laguna’s waist and proceeded to kiss the man, long and deep, as they were slow and lazy, growling contentedly as Laguna wrapped his own arms around his neck and leaned into the kissing. Finally they separated and Vincent grinned at Laguna’s contented and dazed expression. “What shall we do today? I’ve already made you miss one meeting, what’s on the agenda next?”
“Actually, I’ve got the day off. Kiros was worried about my…well lack of professional conduct over the last week so he insisted I take a break. I believe his exact words were ‘go home and cheer the fuck up’.” Lifting a hand to trace Vincent’s jaw absently he continued, “I probably should call Kiros and get him to drop by so you can meet him and he can inform security that you’ll be staying here for now. Don’t want the guards trying to arrest you in the halls.”
“They’ll never catch me,” Vincent chuckled, playfully nipping at Laguna’s fingers when they wandered too close to his mouth. “But they are welcome to try.” He situated Laguna more comfortably and leaned back more into the chair. He slowly began to trace his fingers over Laguna’s naked chest, becoming fixated on the man’s nipples; rubbing and pinching lightly before smoothing over them in a feather-light touch. “Who is this Kiros? Reeve’s file didn’t go very deeply into his role other than as your…aide? And that you served together.”
“H…he’s my best friend. He’s kept me alive and…,” Laguna arched into Vincent’s touch, breathing in deeply before continuing, “I couldn’t r…run the country without him.”
“He’s kept you alive,” Vincent nuzzled Laguna’s ear as a fierce feeling of possessiveness surged through him. He licked and nuzzled Laguna’s earlobe. “Then I am forever in his debt.” Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the phone on its cradle next to the chair. Grinning slyly he snagged it and plopped it in Laguna’s lap, making the other man jump slightly. “How about now?” With a hesitant affirmative, Laguna picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number. While the smaller man engaged the other party on the line, Vincent’s hand found Laguna’s semi-erect penis through his soft pants.
Humming in approval he slipped his hand down the front of Laguna’s pants and slowly began teasing the organ hard once again by lightly tracing just the tip of his finger over the flared head, grin growing wider as he felt moisture coat the digit. Then without warning he firmly grabbed Laguna’s shaft and slowly began pumping it, twisting ever so slightly and bringing his palm on each upstroke to rub over the head before sliding back down again. Laguna was writhing on his lap and desperately trying to keep his voice level while he continued speaking into the phone. “I like you best hard, Laguna,” Vincent rumbled into a delicate ear. “But I love it when you move like this and whimper.” He breathed, “…moan my name, Laguna….”
Laguna bit his lip hard, trying desperately to hold back his moans as Vincent tormented him. Kiros began asking multiple questions about his new partner when all he wanted was to get off the phone as quickly as possible.
“K…kiros, can I call you back. I…I’ve got to go and….Vin,” he moaned the last word, despite his best attempts and felt his face go purple with embarrassment. Kiros fell silent on the other end of the phone as Laguna whimpered and looked pleadingly at Vincent for mercy.
“Okay,” Kiros replied, chuckling as he continued. “Call me when you two are done.” Laguna thanked the gods as the phone went dead and he dropped it on the floor, reaching his hands up to grab Vincent’s face and kiss him hard as he thrust into his lover’s hand.
Vincent chuckled when Laguna released his mouth to gasp and cry out as he came, soaking the crotch of his pants as well as Vincent’s hand. Leaving his hand wrapped gently around Laguna’s softening cock, careful not to move it, out of respect to fact that it would hurt, he murmured, “I should ease off. There won’t be anything left of you if I keep up this pace.” He kissed Laguna again, taking his time to explore the mouth under his, “Oooohh, but I cannot help it. I’m starving for you!” He breathed. Carefully he eased Laguna’s pants off to drop to the floor as he held his lover cradled against his chest and slowly stroked Laguna’s side and flank, resting his forehead against Laguna’s.
Finally he kissed Laguna’s temple and whispered, “But we really should make my presence known to those who need to know. I shall try and behave myself from here on out, even though I just want to keep us locked and naked in your bedroom for the next week…”
“Kiros will wait,” Laguna whispered, shuffling backwards to kneel between Vincent’s legs. He reached up and began to squeeze his lover’s shaft through his pants, looking up into his eyes with a grin. “I…I want to taste you. Is that okay?” he asked nervously.
Vincent’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Laguna’s hand on the erection that was straining against his leathers. Breathing deeply he shifted in his seat and gripped the armrests and nodded, tilting his head to look into Laguna’s eyes, “Yes,” he moaned, licking his lips, “put your mouth on me…”
Laguna began to softly bite Vincent’s cock through his leathers as his hands busied themselves undoing the buckles and zipper, pausing to peel them down to his lover’s ankles. Looking into Vincent’s eyes he began to lick the shaft lovingly, nipping the end lightly before sliding his lips over the top and continuing downwards. He still couldn’t take as much in as he’d like to and had to use one hand on the base as his mouth worked the top of the shaft. He sucked hard, rolling his tongue along the underside as his hand moved in time to his movements.
Vincent groaned and threw his head back, encouraging him on with every sound that fell from his lips. Laguna groaned when a hand threaded through his hair and he allowed the younger man to thrust up into his mouth as his hand controlled the depth. He loved the fact he could make Vincent moan and writhe from his touch and wondered briefly what it would be like to have his younger lover under him, responding to him in such a way as he thrust into the tightness of him. The thought alone made his own erection return and he pushed his hips into Vincent’s leg in time with the thrusts into his mouth.
Intelligent thought had left him, and the last time he checked, coherent speech had bailed on him as well as Vincent was reduced to gasps and rough moans. The feel of Laguna’s mouth on his cock was exquisite. He cracked his eyes open to watch the Estharian’s head bob up and down on his dick, captivated by the sight of his flesh disappearing into Laguna’s mouth over and over. He bit his lip and continued his thrusting as the pressure slowly built; having begun as a tingle until it became a nerve-searing, delicious burn. “Laguna…” he rasped.
Vincent’s thrusts became erratic as he approached his peak and Laguna’s eyes where fixed on the sight of his beautiful lover completely losing his controlled façade. He was so enthralled that he completely missed Vincent’s verbal warning and when the younger man reached his climax he found himself wishing that it had lasted longer. Gently cradling Vincent’s spent member in his mouth, he gave it a few more gentle sucks before releasing it to sit back and smile up at the man he loved.
His own cock was now erect again and Vincent looked down at him with a wicked grin that had him a little worried that they were never going to get out of the bedroom today… which now that Laguna thought about it, wasn’t a bad idea. His dreams of a full day in bed with his new lover where interrupted as his phone began to ring and sighing, he slowly rose to answer it.
“Laguna!” Selphie’s voice trilled in his ear, killing his desire and ridding him of his erection in seconds. She was looking for Squall and Laguna was in no mood to explain the earlier blow up with his son to her, so he simply told her that Squall had already left before making an excuse of his own and ending the call. Looking back over to Vincent, he noticed that the other man hadn’t even moved from where he’d left him and he smiled over his shoulder at his lover before re-dialing Kiros’ number and requesting they get together for coffee and a light lunch.
Sated and comfortable, Vincent had no desire to get up just yet. Besides he was enjoying the view. He steepled his fingers in front of his face and cocked his head a little as he took in Laguna’s broad, solidly-muscled back, tapering down into a narrow waist and rounded, tight buttocks that only hours ago he had parted and buried himself in between…Vincent cut off that train of thought in an effort to avoid yet another erection. He didn’t know what it was about Laguna, but just being around the man did something to him, made him sexual and actually want to feel! He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts when he realized that Laguna was talking to him. With a sigh he pulled off his pants, got up out of the chair and indicated that Laguna shower first.
He would have joined his lover, but he knew they’d be stuck in there for hours and never meet Kiros for lunch. When Laguna finished, coming out toweling his sable hair and glistening with water, he gritted his teeth, shut himself in the bathroom and took a very cold shower.