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]

Reeve happily curls against Vincent, hand coming up to slip into Vincent's hair. Because yeah, he likes how soft it feels.

[emovampboy]

"Rest well, Reeve."

[plate_builder]

Morning comes, as it always does. For all that Reeve had intended to wake enough to get clean, he hadn't bothered to. He was just too content to wake up. Of course then his phone chimes his alarm.

"Don't wanna get up," he whines as he curls against Vincent.

[emovampboy]

Vincent hasn't bothered to move much from where he was the night before, though he has awoken long before Reeve, and so makes a small sound which sounds almost like a laugh at the remark.

"When does your security expect you?"

[plate_builder]

"Half an hour," Reeve sighs. "I have to go back to my place, change for work. I can't miss another day."

Which he hates. He leans in and kisses Vincent briefly. Too briefly for his tastes.

"I still want to go away with you. Some time away from duties."

[emovampboy]

"You're welcome to once you arrange some time off." Vincent runs his fingers through Reeve's hair as he speaks. "You can shower here if you like."

[plate_builder]

"I'll shower at home, where I can change into clean clothes," Reeve smiles. "A week. I'll call you when I have details for how to get this all worked out."

He offers a soft smile and then leans in for one last kiss. Then gets to his feet to start gathering his discarded clothes from the night before. Needs to pack up his things and meet his security.

[emovampboy]

Vincent stands as Reeve does, moving to grab his own clothes, and nodding faintly. "Do you think you'll be able to get the time off for a whole week?"

[plate_builder]

"I'll do everything I can to manage it," Reeve says. He needs it.

Needs it more than he can even explain.

[emovampboy]

"If not, I'll just come visit when I can." Vincent assures. "I suppose I should shower and head out, myself."

[plate_builder]

"Don't discount my ability to make time when there is something I truly want," Reeve counters. He does move to Vincent to kiss him briefly before heading for the door. "Thank you, Vincent, for offering me a bed the other night."

Because it had put him in a position to make a food of himself. And more than that, to gain the attentions of a man he desired.

[emovampboy]

"Then I'll make sure I have enough for two ready." He takes the kiss, but before Reeve can get fully to the door, Vincent grabs his arm gently and leans in to give a more proper kiss to the other man. "I think I can honestly say you're welcome to any bed I have, any time."

[plate_builder]

Oh, that second kiss. Reeve just about melts at the idea of Vincent being forceful at taking what he wants. To have the man be so affectionate, to have that just for him is intense.

"Thank you, Vincent. Thank you so much. I'll contact you soon as soon as I have information."

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods softly. "I'll also look into Shinra in the meantime."

[plate_builder]

"Thank you," Reeve smiles. He does reach out, briefly, to grip Vincent's hand. Just a moment, just a touch. Then he's heading out of the room and back to the rest of his life.

And he's busy, after that. Sure, he quietly spends time working with his support staff to try and clear out a full week for himself, he finds himself overworked in the rest of his time. Which means he's left tired every night when he gets back to his apartment, living on take out and late night cuddles with his kitten.

And not hearing from Vincent even after all they'd come to do, well, he isn't too worried.

[emovampboy]

Too much communication from Vincent would probably be more concerning than the irregular amount he manages to send over the time between Reeve leaving and the next time he shows up.

Likely, Reeve's first warning that Vincent has returned will be whichever of his security personnel comes to warn him that Vincent has re-appeared and probably looking paler than usual.

[plate_builder]

Reeve is shocked when the message comes, given he had been in the middle of a meeting at the small building he had taken for work while managing Edge's construction work. With a curt word he excuses himself from the assemblage, because frankly they clearly needed to argue over supply needs for a while, and followed the head of his security out.

And he doesn't bother to hold back rushing to the former-Turk when he catches sight of how he is.

"Vincent! What happened? Are you alright?"

[emovampboy]

Why everyone, himself included, asked such questions when it was obvious that the other person was not okay, no one would probably ever be able to answer. Maybe it was just natural, and a way to start a conversation?

Whatever it was, Vincent looks up, giving the obvious answer. "I found something. And ran out of potions."

[plate_builder]

Dear lord. Reeve reaches out, a hand settling on Vincent's cheek as he channeled his strongest curative spell into the man.

"You need to rest. Reports can wait."

With a gesture Reeve sent one of his security detail off to collect the car.

"Would you like me to rent you a room at the inn?"

[emovampboy]

"Anywhere I can rest is fine." He reaches beneath his cloak, bringing out a small case to hand to Reeve; an SD card for a phone. "Details of what I found."

[plate_builder]

Those details can wait.

"Let me take you home," Reeve suggests, his voice soft and abundantly concerned. And, after a moment of hesitation, he guides a curative spell into Vincent as well. Something to keep him going.

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods, giving Reeve just the faintest look of gratitude, before sighing as if he can breathe a little easier. He will also let Reeve take point this time, aware his speed is decereased and that he is probably favoring his left.

[plate_builder]

He looks bad, and concern is there in every little twitch of Reeve's body. He guides Vincent back outside, the meeting isn't nearly as important as this right now. Soon he's helping Vincent into his car and once the door is closed he reaches out to touch Vincent's left side.

"What happened?"

[emovampboy]

Vincent carefully presses Reeve's hand away; no use the man poking and sending him into pain. "Hojo seems to have kept some super-monsters hidden. Enough of them that I had issues until using Chaos."

Which he hated doing.

[plate_builder]

Oh dear.

"Of course he did. Bastard of a man," Reeve snarls, hardly amused. But at least that was a danger that could be avoided in the future. "Would you prefer I find a doctor for you?"

He figures not, but he still wanted to offer.