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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[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."

Re: Bad Reeve... what are you unleashing?

[plate_builder]

Which gun in particular? Well, Reeve supposed he didn't much care one way or another. Any one of them would stop Vincent and he had no intention on stopping.

As earlier, Reeve Clearly appreciates the pull at his hair because he moans at the action. And it sounds positively dirty, like Vincent has given him something far more than just a bit of sharp pain.

"Please," he hisses at the bite, "don't ever stop."

[emovampboy]

Vincent shivers a little at the sound Reeve makes, it encouraging him to bite enough to leave a mark where it won't be seen by anyone but Reeve, and the person making it.

In the meantime, the hand not in the other man's hair comes down to gently grip Reeve through his pajama bottoms, kneading what he finds gently.

[plate_builder]

Damn how good that bite felt too. In the morning he would definitely bask in the pleasure of that mark left on him. The certainty that he had Vincent leave this one him. That mattered.

"Vincent," he moaned, hips bucking up against Vincent's hand. More of that. He needs so much more of that. WIthout fabric in the way.

[emovampboy]

Vincent licks the mark he made briefly, before shifting doen just enough to leave one more; vampires had fangs, right? Plural?

As he does this, he moves his hand slowly up, brushing it over Reeve's stomach before sliding it into the man's pants, under anything hiding the warm flesh beneath, and begins to stroke slowly but firmly.

[plate_builder]

The two marks will no doubt be too large to pass off as done at the same time or by a vampire, but he didn't mind. The bite was lovely. The licking makes him tremble. And the hand?

That hand sliding down over his skin, that drives just about all the thought out of his mind as he gasps. Trembles and moans, because he hasn't been touched in years.

[emovampboy]

Vincent keeps stroking Reeve slowly, drawing away from Reeve's neck so he can kiss the man deeply, tugging gently at his hair as he does. A little bit of torment, apparently, just for Reeve.

[plate_builder]

There is a special sort of joy that comes with moaning into someone's mouth, and yeah, Reeve appreciates that now. While Vincent strokes he squirms, reaching down toward his pajamas to try and starts dragging them off. He'd much prefer to be able to maybe see some of this too.

[emovampboy]

Vincent draws back, smiling a little down at Reeve, letting go of his hair and drawing his hand back before moving to begin and remove what's left of Reeve's clothing.

[plate_builder]

Bless him. There are a number of blessings he would love to offer to this man, but what's the point? His hips lift when Vincent moves to pull his pants off. This is a change he has no problems with. Now that they're here, now that he's surrendered to this, he is happy for it.

But he does whine when the hand leaves his hair.

[emovampboy]

Vincent ignores the whine for now, instead focusing half on tossing the pajama bottoms to the other bed, and half on a very naked Reeve. He may not have been lying on his interest, but Vincent would be the first to admit he hasn't had much experience with sex, or very naked, very aroused men being beneath him.

It might be unfortunate if Reeve wants things to keep moving, sadly, as Vincent is busy taking in everything he sees, deciding slowly what he thinks; and with a very serious face as he does it.

More fortunate is that he doesn't give Reeve much time to try and ask questions, even with the long pause, his decision becoming apparent when he reaches over to stroke along Reeve's chest and slowly downward, almost daring Reeve to arch up and meet him.

[plate_builder]

Being appreciated is something Reeve can accept as a substitute for attention, for touch. So when he sees the man is looking him over he bites his lip and lays there, resisting the urge to move, to touch, to do anything. Helps that the pain of the bite makes his cock twitch.

He's not a flawless man like this. There are clear scars on one leg from bites, a few small cuts and burns that clearly hadn't been fully fixed by cure materia, but mostly he's a good man who is clearly very aroused.

But the touch is back and he closes his eyes. Yes, he does arch up into Vincent's touch. Light touches aren't the greatest.

[emovampboy]

Scars are a part of life, and they don't seem to bother the long-haired man in the slightest. Indeed, he doesn't seem to notice, more intent on Reeve and restoring the touch he had just taken away.

The arch only allows him to touch more, hand stroking slowly along the presented flesh, before grasping and beginning to stroke more firmly.

As almost an afterthought, he brings his clawed hand up to grasp Reeve's hair again and pull gently.

[plate_builder]

Reeve was left moaning at the attention Vincent offered. The pull wasn't much, but it was enough to sting in a good way to warrant the sound even without the hand on him.

"Twist your wrist as you move your hand," he encourages. Clearly this isn't something Vincent has done before, so perhaps he might need some guidance.