For Reeve

[emovampboy]

When it came to use of his phone, Vincent was very much like Cloud. He left it on, received messages and listened to or read them, but quite rarely responded. The few times he did respond tended to be if he deemed an actual answer to be required, or when from time to time Marlene got hold of Cloud or Tifa's phone and contacted him. Since it was so rare for her to do so, he always took it as a good thing to answer.

Which meant he had answered when she called him a few days after a message from Tifa asking him to come to a party for the girl, which he had ignored; his first mistake. Once answered, the girl had spent several minutes speaking to him, until suddenly springing the question of if he were coming to her party and making it quite impossible for him to really say no without seeming like a total heel, and so he agreed to go; his second mistake. And then he had made his third mistake - actually going.

At first, it really wouldn't have seemed to have been a bad idea. He knew everyone who was invited, how they acted around one another, and that Tifa would keep the whole group from going completely crazy over the course of the night, but he had not expected having to assist in breaking up one of Cloud and Barrett's squabbles when the woman had to leave for a short time to fetch something, and honestly he was glad that Reeve was invited and could help diffuse the situation with; especially when Yuffie and a very unhelpful Cid decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would win if they actually took to fistacuffs over whatever stupid thing it was this time which set them off.

All of this had left him rather done with company, and as soon as Tifa was back to be the adult in the situation, he'd snuck outside for some relative peace and quiet.

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[emovampboy]

Vincent tilts his head a little, his human hand playing with the fabric of Reeve's shirt idly, watching him calmly. Such questions again? He supposes he did bring it on, and he shakes his head softly.

"As I said, I am not like that. I can admit I do not know what will become of whatever is beginning, but I will not judge you or find you less for something I am suggesting."

[plate_builder]

The questions aren't for Reeve's sake. It's so Vincent can hear them himself. If that's enough for Vincent, it's enough for him. And with the man suggesting this, Reeve leans forward, his lips hovering just in front of Vincent's.

"Then I want you to keep suggesting," Reeve answered, a hand reaching down to settle on Vincent's human hand. To reach down and curl those fingers in his shirt more.

If you want to take it off, take it off.

[emovampboy]

He's been reading Reeve wrong all day, but given the situation and conversation, he is sure he understands this time.

Metallic hand joins the original, careful as he slides the shirt up, ignoring those lips for now.

[plate_builder]

It's okay. Reeve's been giving bad signals all day. This one... maybe this one they can agree on. With those hands pulling up, though, he smiles. Raises his arms as well so the shirt can be pulled off.

[emovampboy]

Vincent is cautious, less of Reeve's skin than the fabric of the shirt, since he knows a small scratch won't bother, might even excite, the man.

Shirt off, Vincent tosses it across the way onto the other bed, before running his hand gently down Reeve's chest, seeming to examine the skin carefully.

[plate_builder]

It's nice skin, because it's just about flawless. Unlike Vincent, unlike all of the people who had 'saved' the world, he had no scars to speak of. He alone got away unmarked in the face of all he had done.

At least here. There were some on his legs from the Kalm Fangs after the near assassination, but Vincent isn't in position to see it.

[emovampboy]

Vincent could easily argue that scars took many forms, and not all of them had to be visible. Reeve's scars lay mostly beneath thee surface, but they were there all the same.

Still, the feel of warm skin under his hands, skin with no obvious scar, was nice. And like most everything else Vincent does, he is thorough in his examination, touching every inch of flesh that is accessible before leaning over to kiss gently along the other man's neck.

[plate_builder]

Too damn thorough. Reeve closed his eyes and let himself bask in the attention, taking a careful breath as Vincent's fingers explored. His whole body tensed and relaxed as the touch explored. Then when you add in the kiss against his neck, Reeve swallowed hard.

Felt good to have that, and Reeve moves to put his arms around Vincent's neck. To steady himself.

[emovampboy]

He kisses more, finding his way to where he knicked Reeve's neck earlier, moving his hand from Reeve's chest to draw along the arms now around his neck, grasping and pulling it away so he can draw it away and move to bite the pqlm gently.

[plate_builder]

Well he had no problem with that. Reeve hummed in a bit of pleasure at the bite. Good choice there. Doesn't know what he likes more, the bite or the fact that he was being reminded of the scratch again.

"Do i taste good?"

[emovampboy]

"Salty." Vincent replies, looking up to Reeve. "Just like skin tastes."

[plate_builder]

"We'll have to work on your pillow talk," Reeve chuckled, leaning in to kiss the man briefly. But hey, who needs pillow talk when they have a handsome man biting his hand?

Why does he like that so much?

[emovampboy]

"Hm." Really, is there a better response? Other than maybe his biting Reeve's wrist at the pulse point; a sensation he is sure will be tingly feeling, and hopefully not painful.

[plate_builder]

Painful, yes, but not badly so. Congratulations for making him shudder and sigh. Very nice.  “And you come back to Yuffie’s accusations.”

[emovampboy]

"Problem?" There's that Turk voice again, and this time red eyes join the voice, serious, dark and dangerous. Oh, yes, he is having fun Reeve.

[plate_builder]

Oh. Oh dear that look. Reeve’s free hand wraps around the back of Vincent’s head, dragging him close and kissing him. Kissing him hungrily. Far more heat and desire than the other kisses today.

[emovampboy]

Vincent raises a brow at that reaction, but doesn't stop it, returning the kiss with his own. It may not be as heated as Reeve's, nor as good, but it is very obviously being enjoyed.

He even lets Reeve's wrist go, bringing his hand around to stroke the man's back.

[plate_builder]

After a long moment of savoring Vincent's lips Reeve pulls away to breathe.

"Sorry. You... looked so good then."

[emovampboy]

"You seem to like it when I am forceful." Vincent raises his other hand, scratching across one of Vincent's arms with his clawed hand, careful not to break skin, only create feel.

[plate_builder]

"I do," Reeve agrees, and that scratch gets Reeve hissing in pleasure. This is a good thing. A better than good thing. Come on. You can do better than that.

"And this is good."

[emovampboy]

Vincent raises a brow, and seems to contemplate something quietly for a few moments, probably making Reeve wonder if he broke the man, before standing, lifting Reeve as he does.

A moment later, with a small smirk, Vincent tosses Reeve onto the bed with just enough force to make a point without hurting the man. And before Reeve can fully react, he moves to straddle him.

"And this...?"

[plate_builder]

The lack of action leaves Reeve not thinking that he broke Vincent. No, they've already covered this and he thought that Vincent might be okay with it. Instead he waited for the man's next actions.

Then it's all going down and Reeve's eyes are blown wide open, and were he not in pajama pants no doubt said pants would be too tight.

"Is closer to the goal here."

[emovampboy]

"You are a very interesting man." Vincent brushes his claw gently down Reeve's chest, still careful not to break skin. "Do you like actual pain and domination, or just the illusion of it?"

[plate_builder]

"I haven't had a lover yet that would go beyond light scratches, so I can't speak much to the former. But domination..."

The very idea has Reeve licking his lips, because yes, that is a real turn on. Perhaps it was being so long in positions of power that made him crave it. Perhaps it was just who he always was. Either way, he'd be happy to see if the Turk had it in him. So far it seemed like it.

Bad Reeve... what are you unleashing?

[emovampboy]

Apparently Vincent is amused enough that Reeve will earn a real chuckle from the man, as well as the faintest of smirks. Some things are apparently more easy to read for the former Turk than others.

The problem now is what to do with the information? Already, he has Reeve beneath him, and the man is obviously very compliant to all they are doing, meaning any domination the red-eyed man might pull doesn't recall any further pinning...

That small smirk grows, Vincent moving his clawed hand up Reeve's chest slowly, then up his neck, brushing the soft side of a claw against his cheek so as not to leave a mark, before reaching the man's hair - and pulling it sharply so as to force the man's head back.

"Let's find out more about you." He growls as he dips down to bite gently at the other man's neck - screw Yuffie winning, he likes biting. "If I go too far, use my gun's name and I'll stop."