Wherever You Will Go - Chapter 3
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 Three
Laguna sat behind his desk staring at the piles of paperwork. Two weeks had passed and still no word from Vincent. He found the more he tried not to think about it, the more he couldn’t get it out of his mind. That little voice in the back of his head was getting louder, telling him that the young man wasn’t coming, and had probably found someone else better to spend his time with. After all, he was just an aging old politician and why would a beautiful, young, strong fighter travel half way across the world just to see him?
Sighing, Laguna grabbed the first paper in the pile, and tried to concentrate on what it said. He got about half way through before his mind slipped back to Vincent and that one day they had spent together. Gods, what he would give to have the chance to make it more than just a memory.
**.**
Vincent was agitated. It had been two weeks since probably the best sex he’d ever had and now every time he closed his eyes, he saw Laguna’s face, heard his soft voice and felt his kind touch. The only thing he wanted to do now was go to Laguna and love him. He wanted to get lost in the man’s eyes and lips, have the Estharian’s arms go around him and shut the world way. Gods, he wanted to fu…
“VINCENT!”
With a jerk, he came back to the here and now. Leveling a withering glare on Cloud, he snarled, “What…?”
“Uh… I… um, we’re nearing port.” Cloud stammered, taking a hesitant step back and averting his eyes from the burning red inferno scorching a hole through his head.
“Good.” He growled and when the airship transport docked, he was the first one off, with everyone who had half a brain giving him a wide berth. He knew he’d been foul to deal with, but his mind had been on other things, more… pleasant things during the entirety of the hunt, and the fact that the object of his pent-up lust and sexual aggression was half a world away did absolutely nothing to ease his mood. Instead of going with the others back to Seventh Heaven, he instead headed straight for Reeve’s office. He had some digging to do.
**.**
Laguna was pulled from his pleasant memories by his office door being thrown open. Looking up he had to hold back a wince at the sight of his son, striding in like he owned the place. Squall may be the Commander of SeeD, but Laguna still thought the boy could do with a good spanking for acting like such a brat all the time.
“Good afternoon, Squall. Nice to see you again,” he said cheerily, despite how he felt inside.
“Laguna, we need to talk,” Squall said flatly, stopping in front of his desk, and glaring at him. Wonderful. On top of feeling like crap it looked like he was about to get a lecture as well. Why in Hades’ name did he get out of bed this morning?
“What about?” he replied, not bothering to keep up his smile. It was wasted on Squall anyway.
“What is wrong with you? Kiros has been forced to pick up your slack for the last two weeks while you’ve been sitting around on your ass, staring out into space. You are supposed to be running the country, not daydreaming about whatever piece of ass you left behind on your trip to Midgar,” Squall spat at him. Usually Laguna just ignored his son’s rants, but as soon as his son insulted Vincent, his temper flared. Biting his lip, he glared down at his desk. No, he hadn’t insulted Vincent. Squall didn’t even know about who he had met, only that he had met someone.
“Squall, I’m surprised to see that you even care. For one, what I do in my personal life is none of your business. Secondly, Esthar does not fall under your jurisdiction so none of this is any of your business,” Laguna answered flatly meeting his sons glare with one of his own.
“Your personal life is my business because, unfortunately, you are my father. Your inability to focus on your job reflects badly on me. Do you not realize that when you embarrass yourself, you embarrass me as well?” Squall growled back.
“Squall, considering you only see me as your father when I do something wrong, I have a hard time caring about your embarrassment. I have nothing further to say on any of this, so if you’re finished making me feel worse than I already do, I would ask you to please leave.” Laguna stood up and walked towards the door, standing beside it and waiting for Squall to leave. His son glared at him, before turning and stomping out of the room without another word.
“Nice to see you too, Squall,” Laguna muttered as he shut and locked his door. He silently prayed that his day couldn’t get any worse.
**.**
Where is it, Vincent muttered to himself as he rifled through Reeve’s desk, unmindful of the mess he was making. Laguna’s file had to be here somewh… Ah! Here it is. He opened the thick file and scanned its contents, grateful for his eidetic memory: Map of Esthar, the presidential palace, personal info, customs, tradition, law enforcement. He paused when he came to the information detailing SeeD and its commander: Squall, Laguna’s son. He ran his fingers over the photo, lingering on the scar slashing angrily across the youth’s stern face. Could he really be so different from Laguna? And yet they looked so very similar.
Giving himself a mental shake, he quickly straightened up the mess then retreated back the way he had come, through the window. It was a simple matter to find his way to the airship docks and book passage with a private salvage freighter headed to Esthar. Before the airship was scheduled to leave, he stopped in a weapons shop and restocked on ammunition for Cerberus before boarding the ironically named airship, The Tempest, and beginning the arduous game of ‘hurry up and wait’. As he stood by one of the enormous windows, he shut his eyes and prayed for patience… and a strong hold on his demons as he didn’t think people would look kindly upon him if he ate a crewman or two just because they pissed him off.
**.**
Laguna smiled at his friend as Kiros passed him his glass. He’d agreed to go to Kiros’ place for a drink or two after work despite the fact he knew Kiros would try to pry out of him anything he could about this new person who was distracting him. Out of everyone he knew, this man was the only one he felt comfortable discussing the subject with.
“So Laguna, I know we haven’t had a chance to talk since you got back home, but I’ve been dying to ask you what happened in Midgar,” Kiros said, smiling deviously back at him. Laguna chuckled at his best friend’s attempt to be polite.
“So, you want to know who I met?” he answered back, drinking half his scotch in one go. He knew he’d need the courage it gave him to continue.
“Yes, I do. She must be something else to grab your attention after all this time. I have to admit I’m relieved though. It’s not healthy for you to be alone for such a long time,” Kiros replied, smiling warmly as he sipped his vodka.
“Well… um… he is something else alright,” Laguna said softly. Kiros choked on his drink before turning to stare at him, and Laguna began to laugh.
“He? Gods, you went and fell for a guy?” Kiros spluttered out.
“I blame it on your bad influence,” Laguna shot back with a snort.
“Hey! It’s not my fault you decided to come over to the fun side!” Laguna got his merriment at his friends shock under control and took a deep breath.
“Probably not going to see him again anyway, so….” He tried not to sound so disappointed but with Kiros it was pointless. His friend always could see right through him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up into dark brown eyes.
“Hey, it’s only been two weeks. Men can be a little slower than the ladies when it comes to these things so don’t loose hope yet.” Laguna nodded at him and hoped Kiros was right. “So, do I need to give you the talk on the bees and the bees?” Kiros added with a smirk.
“Too late for that one,” Laguna muttered into his drink, his face blushing hotly. Kiros looked at him with wide eyes before his grin returned.
“And? What was it like?”
“A gentleman never tells,” Laguna answered, unable to stop the stupid grin that spread across his face at the thought.
**.**
He really was a soldier, Vincent thought as he looked out of the airship’s windows at the passing clouds. For the entire flight, Laguna occupied his mind, as well as what he had read in that file; the circumstances involved in Laguna assuming the presidency. He shook his head. Really the man was lucky to be alive.
“E… excuse me, Mr. Valentine?” The captain called out hesitantly, and when he slid his red eyes over to pin the man in place, the poor captain could hardly get out the rest of what he had to say. “W… w… we’re ab… bout t… to land, s… sir.”
“Really,” he said flatly. “That’s good to know.” When what he really wanted to say was, It’s about fucking time. He had been standing in his own little island of space aboard the airship since they had first taken off, the entire crew terrified of him and quite frankly he was surprised that the airship hadn’t listed to the side the whole way due to crew distribution. Wherever he was, they weren’t.
Finally they landed on the airstrip just outside of Esthar and he was gone with a flip and swirl of his crimson mantle. The city was enormous and he found all the color intimidating, indeed he was having a difficult time finding shadows within which to travel, so he settled for rooftops. It wasn’t difficult to locate the Presidential Palace, and the first thing that struck Vincent was that this monstrous building didn’t suit Laguna’s personality at all. He imagined Laguna probably had one or two rooms in which he was most comfortable, and that he didn’t visit many others unless he absolutely had to.
Crouching by a large vent crowning the building he was currently calling a perch, he closed his eyes and called to mind the photos of the Palace and the general floor plan. He then opened his eyes and quickly oriented himself to the building before making his way to the tall wall just below the window to his goal, Laguna’s bedroom. Grinning he gathered his energy, and in a flashing streak of crimson he flew up and into the (luckily open) window to land in a silent and wary crouch. Reaching out with his senses he could detect no other life around the cluster of rooms. He straightened and looked about the simply furnished room and smiled softly.
This was more like the Laguna he had glimpsed. He wandered around the large bedroom, trailing fingers over the massive bed, and sitting on a corner, he laid back. The mattress was soft, but no too soft as to swallow him. All around him he could smell Laguna, and it made him stretch and writhe sensuously in desire. Looking over he caught sight of a framed picture. Frowning, he got to his feet and approached the dresser. Gently picking the frame up, he studied the woman in it: long brown hair, merry brown eyes and a heartbreaking smile.
This must be Raine, Vincent thought, and for a moment he felt as though he was intruding, and that he had no business to butt into Laguna’s life. But then he remembered how the other man had made him feel, and the fact that Raine had been gone for eighteen years. Normally not a selfish man, Vincent allowed himself to be just this once, in his desire for the other. Setting the photograph down with a brush over the woman’s face with his thumb and a whispered, “I shall not hurt him,” Vincent moved over to the deepest shadowed corner to await Laguna’s return.
**.**
Another horrible day and no Vincent left Laguna feeling flat and listless. He trudged out of his office door, unable to muster up a smile for his secretary as he headed for the elevator to take him to his room. It was just the same boring routine, over and over, every day. He’d never even noticed before how sterile his life had become.
Walking in his door, he locked it and looked around his empty suite, sighing. Laguna didn’t feel like eating or doing anything else so he headed straight to his bedroom, taking off his clothes as he went. He stopped at the door to step out of his pants and left them on the floor as he entered the room with the intent of falling into bed immediately.
Vincent watched Laguna enter his bedroom, gloriously naked and his nostrils flared as he picked up the man’s scent. His breathing deepened as his eyes fell upon Laguna buttocks and he stifled a groan. That ass was all that he could think about for the two weeks of their separation, and the moans that he would drag out of Laguna’s throat when he buried himself in the other man’s body. Moving lightening quick, he came up behind Laguna and wrapped his gauntleted arm around Laguna’s waist while the other came up to wrap around the Estharian’s neck lightly.
Vincent lowered his head to bury his nose in the hair behind Laguna’s ear where he inhaled slowly. He nuzzled and growled, “Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured you…” His hand came away and slid down Laguna’s chest, abdomen, over his own tightly-clasped arm to cup Laguna’s crotch, “…just like this.” His voice hitched on the last word.
Laguna had been jolted out of his numbing thoughts by a claw wrapping around his waist and an arm around his neck. Stiffening in surprise his eyes had flown wide and his pulse had raced in fear until a familiar voice sounding in his ear made him nearly pass out in relief. Vincent had come for him. The young man’s voice whispered seductively as his hand swept over Laguna’s body. The President was shaking from shock, but he tried to calm it, breathing in deeply as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the long-yearned-for feeling of his lover’s arms.
Vincent’s mouth went down to Laguna’s shoulder where he nipped and licked gently as he pressed his own leather-clad groin hard against Laguna’s buttocks and panted, “I’ve hungered for you.” He continued to breathe in deeply the Estharian’s scent while clutching the other man to him. “Laguna, I fear you have made me crazy.”
Laguna tried to speak but his voice was lost in the confusion of emotions. Vincent’s words were going straight to his cock, and his pulse was still racing from being ambushed, no matter how hard he tried to relax. Questions formed in his head but were swept away in mere heartbeats by a rush of desire so strong it made his legs weak. Naked and completely vulnerable, Laguna surrendered to the man behind him, holding him tightly.
“Vincent,” he whimpered, pressing back into his captor’s body.
Laguna’s reaction couldn’t have been more perfect for feeding his aggression. Vincent abruptly released Laguna’s body and spun the man in his arms so that he could frame Laguna’s face with his hands and he kissed Laguna long and deep. He became aware of quick, desperate movements against his chest and realized that Laguna was fumbling with the buckles of his mantle. Without breaking contact, he managed to unbuckle and wrench off his gauntlet, which he let clatter noisily to the floor, and he assisted in helping Laguna to get him out of his cloak.
As soon as it was off, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he captured both of Laguna’s wrists in his hands and walked forward until Laguna’s bumped into the wall with a little squeak. He pinned Laguna’s arms over his head as he bent down to ravish those trembling lips, nipping and sucking on Laguna’s lower lip until the smaller man moaned and sagged against his grip. It was no difficulty whatsoever for Vincent to lift Laguna off of his feet to dangle just off of the floor, and he growled into the other man’s ear, “I want you…oh, fuck I want you…”
“Vin…,” Laguna moaned, lifting his legs to wrap them around the man before him, and pull their bodies even closer. Grinding his hips against Vincent was all he could do in this position, and he whimpered as he felt his lover’s still clothed erection against his own. He heard Vincent growl and managed to catch his lips in another heated kiss. Laguna completely surrendered, letting his lover dominate and control. When lips left his to trail down his jaw and onto his neck, biting and sucking hard, he began to beg.
“Gods…Vin,” he stuttered out between breaths. “Please…fuck me now.”
It was the hesitant plea that threatened to take his legs out from under him, but Vincent was more than willing to satisfy a hunger that had been building for days with no relief in sight. He released Laguna’s arms, which immediately found their way around his neck, followed quickly by a frantic, thrusting tongue to his mouth. He managed to wriggle his hand in between their writhing bodies, and with a good bit of hurried fumbling, finally freed his straining cock, groaning in relief only to gasp as it rubbed up against Laguna’s buttocks. Panting raggedly, he pressed into Laguna, bracing them both against the wall as he dug into his pocket to produce a small tube of lubricant that he had thought to pick up last minute before boarding the airship freighter back in Midgar.
“I can’t wait…” he moaned in broken syllables. “…I need to be inside of you, Laguna.” He couldn’t hurt this man, but his control was fragile at best, and the scent of Laguna’s arousal only drove him nearer to that breaking point. Somehow, through skill and blind luck, he worked a generous amount of lube into his right hand, which he then liberally applied to his straining cock. The remainder he managed to work into Laguna’s body. When he couldn’t stand it any longer he spread Laguna’s buttocks wide apart, and let the man’s bodyweight ease him down onto his thick length and he gasped, “So tight… so tight…” Laguna’s body gripped him almost painfully as he waited, with iron control, for the smaller man’s body to relax around him.
Laguna squeezed his eyes shut and gasped as Vincent entered him. His initial thoughts of impatience over the other man’s insistence on preparing him were washed away in a wave of pain. Thankfully, once Vincent was fully sheathed he paused, and Laguna’s body began to adjust. The pain faded and he slowly opened his eyes, looking over Vincent’s shoulder to catch sight of them both in the mirror on the wall. The sight made his cock twitch between their bodies in renewed interest, and he began to squirm in his lovers hold.
“M… move,” he panted out. “Please. Need more.” The needy whine of his own voice should of embarrassed him, but at this moment he didn’t care.
Vincent was only too happy to oblige. Taking a step back he angled Laguna so that the man’s shoulders and upper back were resting against the wall, he began to thrust into the tight heat surrounding and gripping his erection. One of Laguna’s hands shot up to brace against the wall while the other grabbed his shoulder and squeezed hard as Vincent began a quick staccato rhythm that punched against the smaller man’s prostate relentlessly. He was ruthless in his movements as he interspersed the short thrusts with a long shove and slow twist of his hips that wrung a loud cry from Laguna’s throat.
The Estharian began to whimper with increasing frequency and volume as he was pushed closer to release, and Vincent growled through his panting breaths, “Grab… your dick… Laguna… nnngghh…. that’s good, now pump it… hard.” He cried out when Laguna’s body bore down on his cock as Laguna’s hand left his shoulder to begin working his own weeping cock.
“Vin… gods… feels so…,” Laguna moaned between breaths as he tried to pump his cock in time with Vincent’s thrusts. He couldn’t keep a steady rhythm, too distracted by the hard length driving into him over and over. He was reaching his peak regardless, and as his orgasm broke, he murmured his lovers name desperately.
As Laguna’s body went rigid, pushing down onto his cock, Vincent groaned and rammed Laguna back into the wall as his hips’ movements became more erratic. The tingling in his spine and thighs moved up to tighten his balls and cause his thrusts to become harder, to grind Laguna against the wall. It was his name being spoken that triggered his release, making him fall forward onto Laguna’s trembling body. His hips jerked as he spent his seed deep into the other man’s body, reducing Laguna to moans until he finally stilled, and the only sound in the room was their panting. Laguna’s body had relaxed and as Vincent pulled back enough to stroke the man’s sweaty hair out of his face, he grinned at Laguna’s dazed expression and slightly glazed eyes.
With a tenderness he had never shown another, Vincent gathered a boneless Laguna in his arms and took them both over to the immense bed where he lay the smaller man down gently before withdrawing to begin removing his slightly soiled clothing.
Laguna watched Vincent undressing still lost in the afterglow. His lover moved gracefully, unaware of the erotic sight he made as he stripped off his clothes. Laguna relaxed and enjoyed the show, rewinding to the moment he had first felt his partner embrace him from behind. He suddenly realized he had no idea how Vincent had gotten in to his room in the first place.
“Vin…,” he began, stopping when the young man threw his hair back over his shoulder with a flick of his head, and grinned at him. “I… um,” Laguna muttered, blushing at his inability to form a coherent sentence. Fuck, what was it about Vincent that turned him into a stuttering fool so easily? He could deal with a room full of hostile politicians without missing a beat, but one look from the dark haired vixen and he reverted back to a bumbling teenager.
As Laguna stared, Vincent raised an eyebrow at him in question. It didn’t help his disorientation in the slightest, only adding to the allure of the man before him. Okay brain, time to start working before he begins to think you’re a complete fool, Laguna scolded himself, drawing in a deep breath to try and calm his pounding heart.
“I missed you,” he finally blurted out, wincing at how cliché he sounded.
Vincent’s lips slid apart in a slow grin. Stepping out of his pants he walked over to the bed and looked down at Laguna a moment, just allowing himself to stare at a face that had haunted his every waking moment and free thought. Finally he eased onto the bed to cover Laguna with his taller body, framing that beloved face with his gloved and naked hand. He lowered his head to kiss Laguna long and deep, sliding his tongue into the other man’s mouth in a slow possession before Laguna began to squirm out of a need for air. When he pulled back, Laguna had a mirror image of his grin on his face, “I missed you too, Laguna. All I saw when I closed my eyes was your face. I’m sorry I took so long in coming for you.”
Laguna’s grin widened, relieved that Vincent felt the same as he did on this point. He wanted to say more but was afraid of scaring the young man off with his romantic confessions, so for now he changed the subject.
“Can I ask you something? How exactly did you get in my bedroom?” he asked. Laguna couldn’t help but wonder how Vincent had managed to get past the guards and into his bedroom. After all, if there were holes in his security he really needed to be aware of them. Being who he was, threats were an everyday occurrence, and he didn’t want to wake up one day and find a bunch of terrorists standing over him.
Vincent regarded Laguna, a newfound respect filling him with an unexpected pride. “That is a very valid question,” he rumbled approvingly, moving off of Laguna to lie beside him, and propped his head up on his hand, “The window.” He said simply, a coy little grin on his lips. When Laguna frowned, looking skeptical, Vincent chuckled and took pity on the man and explained, “I’m not entirely sure where the ability comes from, but if I had to hazard a guess, it’s from a residual power left over from when Lucrecia injected my body with the G Substances, in effect trapping Chaos within my body. If I concentrate I can gather a kind of peripheral energy… the best way I can describe it would be like the energy found in an aura, and I am able to condense my form, and de-solidify it.”
“As a result I become lighter than air and can then use the air currents to travel. Thus I was able to ‘scale’ your sheer and very imposing wall and was fortunate that you left your window open, otherwise I might have still been looking when you returned to your room.” He reached up and traced Laguna’s bottom lip with a forefinger. “But there is something that has occurred to me. We only met, what, three weeks ago now? We’ve had sex twice, and we know next to nothing about each other. Should you have me, I look forward to getting to know you properly.”
Laguna looked up at Vincent blankly not understanding most of the gunman’s response. He did however understand enough to know it was one of his special powers that got him in the window so it wasn’t likely anyone would be coming in the same way. It was what Vincent said next that took his full attention, especially the ‘I look forward to getting to know you’ bit.
“Really? I’d love to get to know you better,” Laguna answered, feeling an ache in his chest. Hope blossomed in his heart despite his attempts to try and keep his feelings back incase this went nowhere. Kiros had warned him, numerous times, that he needed to hold back on the ‘L’ word or he’d scare off potential partners, and he really didn’t want to stuff this up by moving too fast. He already knew he felt it, even if he wouldn’t say it.
“How long can you stay?” Laguna asked, hoping he didn’t sound as needy as he felt.
Vincent would have answered him straight away, but he was rather sidetracked with watching Laguna’s lips, kiss-swollen and glistening. Licking his own he moved forward to cover Laguna once again, soundly kissing the poor, startled man. Using his knee, he urged Laguna’s legs apart so that he could lie in between them. He began a slow undulation against Laguna’s groin that made the other man moan and bring his arms up around Vincent’s neck as they continued to kiss hungrily. Finally, Vincent pulled back, panting slightly in early arousal. “There is nothing for me back there. I have no home. I have no family. I am adrift in this life,” he kissed Laguna again, their bodies pressed flush together, he whispered against Laguna’s mouth, “Will you be my anchor, Laguna?”
“Yes, just don’t go,” Laguna murmured, before returning Vincent’s kiss to try to cover up the tears that threatened to fall. He could stay like this for an eternity and the rest of the world be damned. Honestly, he didn’t care whether anyone else approved because he was going to try his hardest to keep Vincent here next to him, and to make this beautiful man happy again.
TBC
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 Three
Laguna sat behind his desk staring at the piles of paperwork. Two weeks had passed and still no word from Vincent. He found the more he tried not to think about it, the more he couldn’t get it out of his mind. That little voice in the back of his head was getting louder, telling him that the young man wasn’t coming, and had probably found someone else better to spend his time with. After all, he was just an aging old politician and why would a beautiful, young, strong fighter travel half way across the world just to see him?
Sighing, Laguna grabbed the first paper in the pile, and tried to concentrate on what it said. He got about half way through before his mind slipped back to Vincent and that one day they had spent together. Gods, what he would give to have the chance to make it more than just a memory.
**.**
Vincent was agitated. It had been two weeks since probably the best sex he’d ever had and now every time he closed his eyes, he saw Laguna’s face, heard his soft voice and felt his kind touch. The only thing he wanted to do now was go to Laguna and love him. He wanted to get lost in the man’s eyes and lips, have the Estharian’s arms go around him and shut the world way. Gods, he wanted to fu…
“VINCENT!”
With a jerk, he came back to the here and now. Leveling a withering glare on Cloud, he snarled, “What…?”
“Uh… I… um, we’re nearing port.” Cloud stammered, taking a hesitant step back and averting his eyes from the burning red inferno scorching a hole through his head.
“Good.” He growled and when the airship transport docked, he was the first one off, with everyone who had half a brain giving him a wide berth. He knew he’d been foul to deal with, but his mind had been on other things, more… pleasant things during the entirety of the hunt, and the fact that the object of his pent-up lust and sexual aggression was half a world away did absolutely nothing to ease his mood. Instead of going with the others back to Seventh Heaven, he instead headed straight for Reeve’s office. He had some digging to do.
**.**
Laguna was pulled from his pleasant memories by his office door being thrown open. Looking up he had to hold back a wince at the sight of his son, striding in like he owned the place. Squall may be the Commander of SeeD, but Laguna still thought the boy could do with a good spanking for acting like such a brat all the time.
“Good afternoon, Squall. Nice to see you again,” he said cheerily, despite how he felt inside.
“Laguna, we need to talk,” Squall said flatly, stopping in front of his desk, and glaring at him. Wonderful. On top of feeling like crap it looked like he was about to get a lecture as well. Why in Hades’ name did he get out of bed this morning?
“What about?” he replied, not bothering to keep up his smile. It was wasted on Squall anyway.
“What is wrong with you? Kiros has been forced to pick up your slack for the last two weeks while you’ve been sitting around on your ass, staring out into space. You are supposed to be running the country, not daydreaming about whatever piece of ass you left behind on your trip to Midgar,” Squall spat at him. Usually Laguna just ignored his son’s rants, but as soon as his son insulted Vincent, his temper flared. Biting his lip, he glared down at his desk. No, he hadn’t insulted Vincent. Squall didn’t even know about who he had met, only that he had met someone.
“Squall, I’m surprised to see that you even care. For one, what I do in my personal life is none of your business. Secondly, Esthar does not fall under your jurisdiction so none of this is any of your business,” Laguna answered flatly meeting his sons glare with one of his own.
“Your personal life is my business because, unfortunately, you are my father. Your inability to focus on your job reflects badly on me. Do you not realize that when you embarrass yourself, you embarrass me as well?” Squall growled back.
“Squall, considering you only see me as your father when I do something wrong, I have a hard time caring about your embarrassment. I have nothing further to say on any of this, so if you’re finished making me feel worse than I already do, I would ask you to please leave.” Laguna stood up and walked towards the door, standing beside it and waiting for Squall to leave. His son glared at him, before turning and stomping out of the room without another word.
“Nice to see you too, Squall,” Laguna muttered as he shut and locked his door. He silently prayed that his day couldn’t get any worse.
**.**
Where is it, Vincent muttered to himself as he rifled through Reeve’s desk, unmindful of the mess he was making. Laguna’s file had to be here somewh… Ah! Here it is. He opened the thick file and scanned its contents, grateful for his eidetic memory: Map of Esthar, the presidential palace, personal info, customs, tradition, law enforcement. He paused when he came to the information detailing SeeD and its commander: Squall, Laguna’s son. He ran his fingers over the photo, lingering on the scar slashing angrily across the youth’s stern face. Could he really be so different from Laguna? And yet they looked so very similar.
Giving himself a mental shake, he quickly straightened up the mess then retreated back the way he had come, through the window. It was a simple matter to find his way to the airship docks and book passage with a private salvage freighter headed to Esthar. Before the airship was scheduled to leave, he stopped in a weapons shop and restocked on ammunition for Cerberus before boarding the ironically named airship, The Tempest, and beginning the arduous game of ‘hurry up and wait’. As he stood by one of the enormous windows, he shut his eyes and prayed for patience… and a strong hold on his demons as he didn’t think people would look kindly upon him if he ate a crewman or two just because they pissed him off.
**.**
Laguna smiled at his friend as Kiros passed him his glass. He’d agreed to go to Kiros’ place for a drink or two after work despite the fact he knew Kiros would try to pry out of him anything he could about this new person who was distracting him. Out of everyone he knew, this man was the only one he felt comfortable discussing the subject with.
“So Laguna, I know we haven’t had a chance to talk since you got back home, but I’ve been dying to ask you what happened in Midgar,” Kiros said, smiling deviously back at him. Laguna chuckled at his best friend’s attempt to be polite.
“So, you want to know who I met?” he answered back, drinking half his scotch in one go. He knew he’d need the courage it gave him to continue.
“Yes, I do. She must be something else to grab your attention after all this time. I have to admit I’m relieved though. It’s not healthy for you to be alone for such a long time,” Kiros replied, smiling warmly as he sipped his vodka.
“Well… um… he is something else alright,” Laguna said softly. Kiros choked on his drink before turning to stare at him, and Laguna began to laugh.
“He? Gods, you went and fell for a guy?” Kiros spluttered out.
“I blame it on your bad influence,” Laguna shot back with a snort.
“Hey! It’s not my fault you decided to come over to the fun side!” Laguna got his merriment at his friends shock under control and took a deep breath.
“Probably not going to see him again anyway, so….” He tried not to sound so disappointed but with Kiros it was pointless. His friend always could see right through him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up into dark brown eyes.
“Hey, it’s only been two weeks. Men can be a little slower than the ladies when it comes to these things so don’t loose hope yet.” Laguna nodded at him and hoped Kiros was right. “So, do I need to give you the talk on the bees and the bees?” Kiros added with a smirk.
“Too late for that one,” Laguna muttered into his drink, his face blushing hotly. Kiros looked at him with wide eyes before his grin returned.
“And? What was it like?”
“A gentleman never tells,” Laguna answered, unable to stop the stupid grin that spread across his face at the thought.
**.**
He really was a soldier, Vincent thought as he looked out of the airship’s windows at the passing clouds. For the entire flight, Laguna occupied his mind, as well as what he had read in that file; the circumstances involved in Laguna assuming the presidency. He shook his head. Really the man was lucky to be alive.
“E… excuse me, Mr. Valentine?” The captain called out hesitantly, and when he slid his red eyes over to pin the man in place, the poor captain could hardly get out the rest of what he had to say. “W… w… we’re ab… bout t… to land, s… sir.”
“Really,” he said flatly. “That’s good to know.” When what he really wanted to say was, It’s about fucking time. He had been standing in his own little island of space aboard the airship since they had first taken off, the entire crew terrified of him and quite frankly he was surprised that the airship hadn’t listed to the side the whole way due to crew distribution. Wherever he was, they weren’t.
Finally they landed on the airstrip just outside of Esthar and he was gone with a flip and swirl of his crimson mantle. The city was enormous and he found all the color intimidating, indeed he was having a difficult time finding shadows within which to travel, so he settled for rooftops. It wasn’t difficult to locate the Presidential Palace, and the first thing that struck Vincent was that this monstrous building didn’t suit Laguna’s personality at all. He imagined Laguna probably had one or two rooms in which he was most comfortable, and that he didn’t visit many others unless he absolutely had to.
Crouching by a large vent crowning the building he was currently calling a perch, he closed his eyes and called to mind the photos of the Palace and the general floor plan. He then opened his eyes and quickly oriented himself to the building before making his way to the tall wall just below the window to his goal, Laguna’s bedroom. Grinning he gathered his energy, and in a flashing streak of crimson he flew up and into the (luckily open) window to land in a silent and wary crouch. Reaching out with his senses he could detect no other life around the cluster of rooms. He straightened and looked about the simply furnished room and smiled softly.
This was more like the Laguna he had glimpsed. He wandered around the large bedroom, trailing fingers over the massive bed, and sitting on a corner, he laid back. The mattress was soft, but no too soft as to swallow him. All around him he could smell Laguna, and it made him stretch and writhe sensuously in desire. Looking over he caught sight of a framed picture. Frowning, he got to his feet and approached the dresser. Gently picking the frame up, he studied the woman in it: long brown hair, merry brown eyes and a heartbreaking smile.
This must be Raine, Vincent thought, and for a moment he felt as though he was intruding, and that he had no business to butt into Laguna’s life. But then he remembered how the other man had made him feel, and the fact that Raine had been gone for eighteen years. Normally not a selfish man, Vincent allowed himself to be just this once, in his desire for the other. Setting the photograph down with a brush over the woman’s face with his thumb and a whispered, “I shall not hurt him,” Vincent moved over to the deepest shadowed corner to await Laguna’s return.
**.**
Another horrible day and no Vincent left Laguna feeling flat and listless. He trudged out of his office door, unable to muster up a smile for his secretary as he headed for the elevator to take him to his room. It was just the same boring routine, over and over, every day. He’d never even noticed before how sterile his life had become.
Walking in his door, he locked it and looked around his empty suite, sighing. Laguna didn’t feel like eating or doing anything else so he headed straight to his bedroom, taking off his clothes as he went. He stopped at the door to step out of his pants and left them on the floor as he entered the room with the intent of falling into bed immediately.
Vincent watched Laguna enter his bedroom, gloriously naked and his nostrils flared as he picked up the man’s scent. His breathing deepened as his eyes fell upon Laguna buttocks and he stifled a groan. That ass was all that he could think about for the two weeks of their separation, and the moans that he would drag out of Laguna’s throat when he buried himself in the other man’s body. Moving lightening quick, he came up behind Laguna and wrapped his gauntleted arm around Laguna’s waist while the other came up to wrap around the Estharian’s neck lightly.
Vincent lowered his head to bury his nose in the hair behind Laguna’s ear where he inhaled slowly. He nuzzled and growled, “Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured you…” His hand came away and slid down Laguna’s chest, abdomen, over his own tightly-clasped arm to cup Laguna’s crotch, “…just like this.” His voice hitched on the last word.
Laguna had been jolted out of his numbing thoughts by a claw wrapping around his waist and an arm around his neck. Stiffening in surprise his eyes had flown wide and his pulse had raced in fear until a familiar voice sounding in his ear made him nearly pass out in relief. Vincent had come for him. The young man’s voice whispered seductively as his hand swept over Laguna’s body. The President was shaking from shock, but he tried to calm it, breathing in deeply as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the long-yearned-for feeling of his lover’s arms.
Vincent’s mouth went down to Laguna’s shoulder where he nipped and licked gently as he pressed his own leather-clad groin hard against Laguna’s buttocks and panted, “I’ve hungered for you.” He continued to breathe in deeply the Estharian’s scent while clutching the other man to him. “Laguna, I fear you have made me crazy.”
Laguna tried to speak but his voice was lost in the confusion of emotions. Vincent’s words were going straight to his cock, and his pulse was still racing from being ambushed, no matter how hard he tried to relax. Questions formed in his head but were swept away in mere heartbeats by a rush of desire so strong it made his legs weak. Naked and completely vulnerable, Laguna surrendered to the man behind him, holding him tightly.
“Vincent,” he whimpered, pressing back into his captor’s body.
Laguna’s reaction couldn’t have been more perfect for feeding his aggression. Vincent abruptly released Laguna’s body and spun the man in his arms so that he could frame Laguna’s face with his hands and he kissed Laguna long and deep. He became aware of quick, desperate movements against his chest and realized that Laguna was fumbling with the buckles of his mantle. Without breaking contact, he managed to unbuckle and wrench off his gauntlet, which he let clatter noisily to the floor, and he assisted in helping Laguna to get him out of his cloak.
As soon as it was off, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he captured both of Laguna’s wrists in his hands and walked forward until Laguna’s bumped into the wall with a little squeak. He pinned Laguna’s arms over his head as he bent down to ravish those trembling lips, nipping and sucking on Laguna’s lower lip until the smaller man moaned and sagged against his grip. It was no difficulty whatsoever for Vincent to lift Laguna off of his feet to dangle just off of the floor, and he growled into the other man’s ear, “I want you…oh, fuck I want you…”
“Vin…,” Laguna moaned, lifting his legs to wrap them around the man before him, and pull their bodies even closer. Grinding his hips against Vincent was all he could do in this position, and he whimpered as he felt his lover’s still clothed erection against his own. He heard Vincent growl and managed to catch his lips in another heated kiss. Laguna completely surrendered, letting his lover dominate and control. When lips left his to trail down his jaw and onto his neck, biting and sucking hard, he began to beg.
“Gods…Vin,” he stuttered out between breaths. “Please…fuck me now.”
It was the hesitant plea that threatened to take his legs out from under him, but Vincent was more than willing to satisfy a hunger that had been building for days with no relief in sight. He released Laguna’s arms, which immediately found their way around his neck, followed quickly by a frantic, thrusting tongue to his mouth. He managed to wriggle his hand in between their writhing bodies, and with a good bit of hurried fumbling, finally freed his straining cock, groaning in relief only to gasp as it rubbed up against Laguna’s buttocks. Panting raggedly, he pressed into Laguna, bracing them both against the wall as he dug into his pocket to produce a small tube of lubricant that he had thought to pick up last minute before boarding the airship freighter back in Midgar.
“I can’t wait…” he moaned in broken syllables. “…I need to be inside of you, Laguna.” He couldn’t hurt this man, but his control was fragile at best, and the scent of Laguna’s arousal only drove him nearer to that breaking point. Somehow, through skill and blind luck, he worked a generous amount of lube into his right hand, which he then liberally applied to his straining cock. The remainder he managed to work into Laguna’s body. When he couldn’t stand it any longer he spread Laguna’s buttocks wide apart, and let the man’s bodyweight ease him down onto his thick length and he gasped, “So tight… so tight…” Laguna’s body gripped him almost painfully as he waited, with iron control, for the smaller man’s body to relax around him.
Laguna squeezed his eyes shut and gasped as Vincent entered him. His initial thoughts of impatience over the other man’s insistence on preparing him were washed away in a wave of pain. Thankfully, once Vincent was fully sheathed he paused, and Laguna’s body began to adjust. The pain faded and he slowly opened his eyes, looking over Vincent’s shoulder to catch sight of them both in the mirror on the wall. The sight made his cock twitch between their bodies in renewed interest, and he began to squirm in his lovers hold.
“M… move,” he panted out. “Please. Need more.” The needy whine of his own voice should of embarrassed him, but at this moment he didn’t care.
Vincent was only too happy to oblige. Taking a step back he angled Laguna so that the man’s shoulders and upper back were resting against the wall, he began to thrust into the tight heat surrounding and gripping his erection. One of Laguna’s hands shot up to brace against the wall while the other grabbed his shoulder and squeezed hard as Vincent began a quick staccato rhythm that punched against the smaller man’s prostate relentlessly. He was ruthless in his movements as he interspersed the short thrusts with a long shove and slow twist of his hips that wrung a loud cry from Laguna’s throat.
The Estharian began to whimper with increasing frequency and volume as he was pushed closer to release, and Vincent growled through his panting breaths, “Grab… your dick… Laguna… nnngghh…. that’s good, now pump it… hard.” He cried out when Laguna’s body bore down on his cock as Laguna’s hand left his shoulder to begin working his own weeping cock.
“Vin… gods… feels so…,” Laguna moaned between breaths as he tried to pump his cock in time with Vincent’s thrusts. He couldn’t keep a steady rhythm, too distracted by the hard length driving into him over and over. He was reaching his peak regardless, and as his orgasm broke, he murmured his lovers name desperately.
As Laguna’s body went rigid, pushing down onto his cock, Vincent groaned and rammed Laguna back into the wall as his hips’ movements became more erratic. The tingling in his spine and thighs moved up to tighten his balls and cause his thrusts to become harder, to grind Laguna against the wall. It was his name being spoken that triggered his release, making him fall forward onto Laguna’s trembling body. His hips jerked as he spent his seed deep into the other man’s body, reducing Laguna to moans until he finally stilled, and the only sound in the room was their panting. Laguna’s body had relaxed and as Vincent pulled back enough to stroke the man’s sweaty hair out of his face, he grinned at Laguna’s dazed expression and slightly glazed eyes.
With a tenderness he had never shown another, Vincent gathered a boneless Laguna in his arms and took them both over to the immense bed where he lay the smaller man down gently before withdrawing to begin removing his slightly soiled clothing.
Laguna watched Vincent undressing still lost in the afterglow. His lover moved gracefully, unaware of the erotic sight he made as he stripped off his clothes. Laguna relaxed and enjoyed the show, rewinding to the moment he had first felt his partner embrace him from behind. He suddenly realized he had no idea how Vincent had gotten in to his room in the first place.
“Vin…,” he began, stopping when the young man threw his hair back over his shoulder with a flick of his head, and grinned at him. “I… um,” Laguna muttered, blushing at his inability to form a coherent sentence. Fuck, what was it about Vincent that turned him into a stuttering fool so easily? He could deal with a room full of hostile politicians without missing a beat, but one look from the dark haired vixen and he reverted back to a bumbling teenager.
As Laguna stared, Vincent raised an eyebrow at him in question. It didn’t help his disorientation in the slightest, only adding to the allure of the man before him. Okay brain, time to start working before he begins to think you’re a complete fool, Laguna scolded himself, drawing in a deep breath to try and calm his pounding heart.
“I missed you,” he finally blurted out, wincing at how cliché he sounded.
Vincent’s lips slid apart in a slow grin. Stepping out of his pants he walked over to the bed and looked down at Laguna a moment, just allowing himself to stare at a face that had haunted his every waking moment and free thought. Finally he eased onto the bed to cover Laguna with his taller body, framing that beloved face with his gloved and naked hand. He lowered his head to kiss Laguna long and deep, sliding his tongue into the other man’s mouth in a slow possession before Laguna began to squirm out of a need for air. When he pulled back, Laguna had a mirror image of his grin on his face, “I missed you too, Laguna. All I saw when I closed my eyes was your face. I’m sorry I took so long in coming for you.”
Laguna’s grin widened, relieved that Vincent felt the same as he did on this point. He wanted to say more but was afraid of scaring the young man off with his romantic confessions, so for now he changed the subject.
“Can I ask you something? How exactly did you get in my bedroom?” he asked. Laguna couldn’t help but wonder how Vincent had managed to get past the guards and into his bedroom. After all, if there were holes in his security he really needed to be aware of them. Being who he was, threats were an everyday occurrence, and he didn’t want to wake up one day and find a bunch of terrorists standing over him.
Vincent regarded Laguna, a newfound respect filling him with an unexpected pride. “That is a very valid question,” he rumbled approvingly, moving off of Laguna to lie beside him, and propped his head up on his hand, “The window.” He said simply, a coy little grin on his lips. When Laguna frowned, looking skeptical, Vincent chuckled and took pity on the man and explained, “I’m not entirely sure where the ability comes from, but if I had to hazard a guess, it’s from a residual power left over from when Lucrecia injected my body with the G Substances, in effect trapping Chaos within my body. If I concentrate I can gather a kind of peripheral energy… the best way I can describe it would be like the energy found in an aura, and I am able to condense my form, and de-solidify it.”
“As a result I become lighter than air and can then use the air currents to travel. Thus I was able to ‘scale’ your sheer and very imposing wall and was fortunate that you left your window open, otherwise I might have still been looking when you returned to your room.” He reached up and traced Laguna’s bottom lip with a forefinger. “But there is something that has occurred to me. We only met, what, three weeks ago now? We’ve had sex twice, and we know next to nothing about each other. Should you have me, I look forward to getting to know you properly.”
Laguna looked up at Vincent blankly not understanding most of the gunman’s response. He did however understand enough to know it was one of his special powers that got him in the window so it wasn’t likely anyone would be coming in the same way. It was what Vincent said next that took his full attention, especially the ‘I look forward to getting to know you’ bit.
“Really? I’d love to get to know you better,” Laguna answered, feeling an ache in his chest. Hope blossomed in his heart despite his attempts to try and keep his feelings back incase this went nowhere. Kiros had warned him, numerous times, that he needed to hold back on the ‘L’ word or he’d scare off potential partners, and he really didn’t want to stuff this up by moving too fast. He already knew he felt it, even if he wouldn’t say it.
“How long can you stay?” Laguna asked, hoping he didn’t sound as needy as he felt.
Vincent would have answered him straight away, but he was rather sidetracked with watching Laguna’s lips, kiss-swollen and glistening. Licking his own he moved forward to cover Laguna once again, soundly kissing the poor, startled man. Using his knee, he urged Laguna’s legs apart so that he could lie in between them. He began a slow undulation against Laguna’s groin that made the other man moan and bring his arms up around Vincent’s neck as they continued to kiss hungrily. Finally, Vincent pulled back, panting slightly in early arousal. “There is nothing for me back there. I have no home. I have no family. I am adrift in this life,” he kissed Laguna again, their bodies pressed flush together, he whispered against Laguna’s mouth, “Will you be my anchor, Laguna?”
“Yes, just don’t go,” Laguna murmured, before returning Vincent’s kiss to try to cover up the tears that threatened to fall. He could stay like this for an eternity and the rest of the world be damned. Honestly, he didn’t care whether anyone else approved because he was going to try his hardest to keep Vincent here next to him, and to make this beautiful man happy again.
TBC