Final Fantasy VII/Dirge of Cerberus (Chaos/Vincent)
Title: Always Inside
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: R
Warnings: Dreamscape sex
Word count: 548
Summary: Vincent cannot resist or deny the seductive touch of his inner darkness.
He feels the stroke against his soul and leans into its touch. It’s always dark, but never cold. It always knows exactly what he needs.
Lucretia’s memory rings empty in his mind, a silent bell in his chapel of thoughts.
He cannot remember her voice.
His soul receives a tighter grip, more insistent. Fangs fill his mouth and shoulder blades press painfully against his skin.
“Chaos,” he whispers, “you were my gift from her. But, I think you are a gift from someone else. A name I cannot utter, only know.”
His world blurs and disintegrates into an inky haze. Errant crackles of proto-materia lick his exposed skin and his vision flickers crimson as a form descends behind him. Leather wings wrap around his body and he feels safe in their embrace.
“You’re hurting again,” Chaos whispers. His voice slithers between his ribs and rasps against his heart.
Talons gently trace the contours of his cheek and pull at the collar of his cape.
Vincent sighs and feels Chaos penetrate his clothing, merging part of his being so that they may touch on a deeper level. Buried longing swells to the surface and he feels the keen edge of desire pressing against his shields.
“Let me in,” Chaos says, “you do not need to hide from he who is already inside.”
“I shouldn’t,” Vincent says. He knows that control is lost when he allows Chaos to roam free, even in a dreamscape. What if someone is hurt by his actions? Could he handle any more guilt?
“You need not fear from me,” Chaos says. He deliberately prods at the proto-materia. “I cannot go beyond your soul space.” He carefully prods elsewhere. “I only want to feel what you feel. I want to share with you.”
Vincent braces against the surge of energy, writhing against the primal urges that rage and push against his resolve. He takes a steadying breath and drops his shields, allowing the instinctual nature of his being to have free reign. He startles at the growl in his ear and the nibble that makes his knees tremble.
His hand trails to his belt and he gasps when energy claws out from the pores of his skin. It surrounds him and he sinks to his knees. His awareness drifts and he grips the energy in kind. They fuse together and a current of emotion electrifies their senses. He tastes a hint of mako on his lips, it’s sweeter than he expects, and he becomes aware of the Lifestream bed that cushions their act.
Chaos enters his core and Vincent moans at the penetration into his most sensitive area.
His root absorbs the power of his second self and it spreads into the soil of his soul. His veins run hot and he fears that they may burst. A throb of insurmountable strength grabs hold of his balance and he cries out at the orgasm’s strength. Its intensity consumes his rationale and he feels the howl of Chaos before he fades into a heavy sleep.
“Dream well,” Chaos murmurs. He parts Vincent’s hair and kisses the nape of his neck before he bites down on his shoulder. He smiles into the skin and sinks into Vincent’s slumber becoming a blanket of darkness he stains with sanguine protection.
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: R
Warnings: Dreamscape sex
Word count: 548
Summary: Vincent cannot resist or deny the seductive touch of his inner darkness.
He feels the stroke against his soul and leans into its touch. It’s always dark, but never cold. It always knows exactly what he needs.
Lucretia’s memory rings empty in his mind, a silent bell in his chapel of thoughts.
He cannot remember her voice.
His soul receives a tighter grip, more insistent. Fangs fill his mouth and shoulder blades press painfully against his skin.
“Chaos,” he whispers, “you were my gift from her. But, I think you are a gift from someone else. A name I cannot utter, only know.”
His world blurs and disintegrates into an inky haze. Errant crackles of proto-materia lick his exposed skin and his vision flickers crimson as a form descends behind him. Leather wings wrap around his body and he feels safe in their embrace.
“You’re hurting again,” Chaos whispers. His voice slithers between his ribs and rasps against his heart.
Talons gently trace the contours of his cheek and pull at the collar of his cape.
Vincent sighs and feels Chaos penetrate his clothing, merging part of his being so that they may touch on a deeper level. Buried longing swells to the surface and he feels the keen edge of desire pressing against his shields.
“Let me in,” Chaos says, “you do not need to hide from he who is already inside.”
“I shouldn’t,” Vincent says. He knows that control is lost when he allows Chaos to roam free, even in a dreamscape. What if someone is hurt by his actions? Could he handle any more guilt?
“You need not fear from me,” Chaos says. He deliberately prods at the proto-materia. “I cannot go beyond your soul space.” He carefully prods elsewhere. “I only want to feel what you feel. I want to share with you.”
Vincent braces against the surge of energy, writhing against the primal urges that rage and push against his resolve. He takes a steadying breath and drops his shields, allowing the instinctual nature of his being to have free reign. He startles at the growl in his ear and the nibble that makes his knees tremble.
His hand trails to his belt and he gasps when energy claws out from the pores of his skin. It surrounds him and he sinks to his knees. His awareness drifts and he grips the energy in kind. They fuse together and a current of emotion electrifies their senses. He tastes a hint of mako on his lips, it’s sweeter than he expects, and he becomes aware of the Lifestream bed that cushions their act.
Chaos enters his core and Vincent moans at the penetration into his most sensitive area.
His root absorbs the power of his second self and it spreads into the soil of his soul. His veins run hot and he fears that they may burst. A throb of insurmountable strength grabs hold of his balance and he cries out at the orgasm’s strength. Its intensity consumes his rationale and he feels the howl of Chaos before he fades into a heavy sleep.
“Dream well,” Chaos murmurs. He parts Vincent’s hair and kisses the nape of his neck before he bites down on his shoulder. He smiles into the skin and sinks into Vincent’s slumber becoming a blanket of darkness he stains with sanguine protection.