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INCOMPLETE.

May 03, 2008 01:26

Who: Vincent, Duke.
When: tonight.
Where: their house.
Rating: TBD.
Warnings: TBD.
Summary: So. Duke's afraid that Vincent's going to sneak out in the middle of the night to find Rinoa. He remedies the situation by making Vincent sleep in his bed. ): GOOD PLAN, DUKE. GOOD PLAN.

( I did everything you did to me to you, but I'm out of ammunition. )

ff7: duke, ff7: vincent

Comments 4

el_legendaire May 3 2008, 07:46:07 UTC

This was not about Veld and his 'date.' Absolutely, definitely was not, had nothing to do with Veld and him back to being the asshole punk that Duke had fallen hard for when he was eighteen and back to ignoring and baiting Duke the same way he had in the old days. Or sort of the same way.

He remembered a lot of that time as being unsure whether he wanted to kiss Veld or punch his lights out. Veld had been so unpredictable. Charming, oblivious, obnoxious, before Vincent's disappearance had stripped everything from him but bleak professionalism.

As much as Duke was cautiously pleased to see Veld's past given back to him, the resurgence put Duke off his balance. It had been thirty years, and that Veld would never have teased him about the things this Veld was, and Duke honestly didn't know how to respond. The eighteen year old he'd been would have scowled and thrown a punch, or sassed back, but the man he was now was too used to never bringing such things out in the open.

"Are you jealous, Alex?"It still made his jaw clench. ( ... )

foreswear May 3 2008, 08:09:16 UTC

Vincent heard Duke before he even opened the door, and before he even slid into the room. Fine, careful, sensitive hearing could make out his footsteps throughout any part of the house, and he counted the seconds it took him to enter the room, to shut the door behind him. He paused, held silent for a moment, and it was a little strange, at first, a little curious, because he didn't notice a change in the pitch of Duke's breathing, didn't recognize a shift in the way he moved. Almost as if he didn't realize that Vincent was in the room at all, and maybe if he weren't so distracted by everything else, maybe if he weren't so horribly frustrated over Veld, he might have smiled a bit at that. Instead, he tilted his chin a bit, glancing over his shoulder, red eyes focusing through the darkness to narrow in on Duke who was ( ... )

el_legendaire May 3 2008, 08:55:15 UTC

Someday, he thought, he would come up with better plans that involved Vincent. Better plans than this one, and better plans that most of them had been recently. Planning used to be his forte. Planning used to be something he excelled at ( ... )

foreswear May 3 2008, 09:32:42 UTC

Sometimes, Vincent wondered if Duke really had any idea what the hell he was saying to him, and what the hell he was doing to him, and he had to pause for a second to lock the joints in his legs, because he nearly buckled when he felt his lips brush along the inside of his wrist. He wasn't stupid, no, but he was. He was, because a Turk never admitted any sort of weakness no matter what, not even to their own coworkers. Not when it could be used against them. Not when Duke knew damn well that he couldn't pull back, or pull away, or even leave the room when he spoke to him like that, when he pressed soft kisses to his wrist like that, when he held his palm in his hand as if his request that really wasn't a request meant something to him ( ... )