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 licks the bite gently as he feels the warmth of Reeve's climax hit his hand, drawing back slowly to kiss him.

[plate_builder]

So kind, to be tender with him. Reeve was just shaking, trying to figure out how to keep standing.

“For someone out of practice you leave me quite undone.”

[emovampboy]

"Do I?" Vincent looks for something to wipe his hand off with, settling for a sheet that is on the ground that will not be used later. "Or are you just being sweet?"

[plate_builder]

"What would the point of being sweet be?" Reeve countered, laughing a little. "I can't hide what you did to me."

[emovampboy]

"Mm." Vincent leans to kiss Reeve again, obviously still most used to showing his affection than saying it. "Let's get back and see what else I can do to you."

[plate_builder]

What else? Was two not enough? Reeve groans in delight.

"You're beyond intense, love."

[emovampboy]

"I would assume that is part of what you like about me." The words are said in a gentle enough tone, even as the ex-Turk moves to help Reeve fasten up again. "Though if you do get tired, let me know."

[plate_builder]

Reeve lets the man take care of him and once he felt like he could walk, he heads forward, grabbing the things that had been forgotten in the encounter.

"I will be certain to do so."

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods and starts once more for home, obviously intending to get there this time by the way he keeps almost entirely focused on the path ahead; though occasionally he looks back to make sure Reeve is ok.

[plate_builder]

Well, Reeve was good. Good enough. Grinning softly to himself as he walks, looking for all the world like the cat that got the cream. This was just so wonderful, what today was already.

"It really is a beautiful wood here."

[emovampboy]

"It is." Vincent glances back a little. "I wonder what it will be like once we've all been gone and the world has had time to heal."

[plate_builder]

"Beautiful," he says, "So beautiful in ways we cannot fathom."

[emovampboy]

"Yes..." He stops in front of his lodgings finally, indicating Reeve to go in first since he knows the man must be colder than he is by this point. "It's fortunate ShinRa was stopped from draining the earth of its life force entirely, otherwise this place might not exist."

[plate_builder]

Reeve did in fact dart in, hoping to warm up. Once inside he wrapped the blanket around himself, shivering a bit. What an evening.

"I wish I had not made them so good at it."

[emovampboy]

Vincent moves to put down his bundle, locating an additional blanket and moving to wrap it around Reeve with a simple remark.

"If you hadn't, there is always the chance we might not have met."

[plate_builder]

"I suppose there is," Reeve agreed. OR someone else would have, but at the same time made them even worse.

"There is a lot I don't know what to say about my history. But when it meant I could see you, I can at least be happy."

[emovampboy]

"The past can be very difficult to speak of sometimes." Something Vincent knew well, and though there were certainly some different reasons for the two of them to not often go into their pasts, there was also enough overlap he knew exactly what Reeve meant. "Should I prepare something warm for us to drink?"

[plate_builder]

"That would be lovely. Whatever you have."

Even if it was just warmed alcohol. He really thought he could use the warming.

[emovampboy]

As amusing as a drunk Reeve was, Vincent wasn't much of one for alcohol and so kept none around.

However he had gotten coffee, as he mentioned before, and did have some tea around as well. So he sets about preparing the latter.

"It will take a few minutes."

[plate_builder]

Ah, well that was just as well, if not even better. The tea will be more than suitable. Reeve laid the blankets back out on the bed and started, well, properly arranging the clothing.

"Your space seems very comfortable."

[emovampboy]

"Comfortable?" Vincent glances back at Reeve, tea now started, and vaguely seems amused at the fact he's not relaxing, even here. "It's pretty sparse, isn't it? Just the essentials."

[plate_builder]

"Very," Reeve agreed. With his task done and tea still pending, he laid back on the bed and smiled up at the ceiling. "Sparse isn't bad. It's you. A space is comfortable to the person that it suits."

[emovampboy]

"Sounds like something Cloud or Tifa might say." He moves to sit beside Reeve as the tea boils, looking down at the other dark-haired man. "Though I suppose it suits your personality to say so as well. However, I think Yuffie and Cid would both disagree."

[plate_builder]

Was it? Reeve didn't know. He wasn't as close to Tifa, and Cloud was almost as evasive as Vincent was. Reeve was happy that the evasiveness was being relaxed some for him, but he didn't expect it all the time.

"We've both seen Yuffie's space, and Cid probably could never even consider living in a smaller place with how much he owns. I like to think myself more understanding than they are."

[emovampboy]

"Cid might be happy with just Shera, tea and a workshop." The implication being that Yuffie would always need a massive amount of room for her collection of shiny objects. "I'm still a bit surprised you don't have a much more cluttered apartment."