PWP fic- SephirothxVincent

Not worksafe, practically rape.

Sephiroth snuck into Vincent's room, totally silent. Vincent stirred all the same. It was strange to see him sleeping, because Vincent didn't register in his mind as a person who slept, ate, went to the toilet. He was lying there, under snow-white covers, one bare shoulder sticking out, and a stream of velvety black hair. His face was lost in the covers. Sephiroth found the sight of that bare skin excited him a little and he couldn't resist stroking it's marblesque surface gently. That was enough to wake Vincent. He sat up, clutching the covers to his breast and turned to Sephiroth, his forhead creased. Sephiroth wasn't used to seeing him without his headband, and wondering whether he slept in it was part of his reason for being here. A very small part, anyway. The two stared at each other for a good while, Vincent scrabbled for something to say. Really, he just wanted Sephiroth to leave, but he had snuck in here at a god forsaken hour, he could start the talking. As it was, Sephiroth didn't start talking. He actually slid under the covers with Vincent, and pushed him down, so they could lie and stare at each other some more. Vincent cracked.
"What are you doing here, Sephiroth?" He sighed. Sephiroth smiled.
"I just came with talk to you. I'm lonely Vince." Vincent was torn between telling him never to call him Vince again and telling him how inappropriate coming into someones room in the middle of the night for a chat was. After a pause he said,
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Have you ever had sex with a man?" Sephiroth said it so bluntly, Vincent almost laughed.
"So that's what this is about?"
"No... just curios." Vincent began to feel very vulnerable. He was totally naked, in bed with a violent gay who was wearing only gray pajama bottoms, who had just asked him if he'd ever had sex with a man. Glaring all the more, he shook his head.
"Tell me about women then. You're 60. You must have..."
"What the hell do you want to know about my sex life for?" Sephiroth didn't reply. He simply moved closer and took Vincent's lips in his own, holding him tightly, so he couldn't escape- he nearly didn't want to. Vincent's lips where soft, and slightly moist. They tasted of sleep.
"So... women?"
"Just one. Once. I..." Sephiroth nuzzled even closer to Vincent, their bare chests pressing together, they could both feel each other's arousal through the soft fabric of Sephiroth's trousers. Vincent was squirming inside. Sephiroth kissed him again, and again. He let his hands wander down Vincent's soft skin, adoring it's cool, smooth beauty, sliding over his love handles and stroking his hips before Vincent let out a gasp of pleasure. Snickering, Sephiroth continued his journey towards Vincent's posterior.
"Stop! Stop it..." Vincent's voice cracked as he spoke, he seemed quite desperate. Sephiroth stopped but didn't relinquish his grasp on Vincent's butt.
"I could be your father," Vincent choked.
"Are you saying you're too old for me? I don't..."
"No, I could really be your father." Sephiroth just laughed.
"I don't have a father. It's not possible..."
"You do. And a human mother. I slept with her. It's me or Hojo."
"You. Not Hojo. I am not related to Hojo. No, " He laughed again, "This is nonsense."
"It's true. Don't try and sleep with me." Sephiroth kissed him, more fiercely this time, and for longer. His hands wandered further down and he started to stroke the hot skin between Vincent's balls and his asshole. Vincent was trembling with the tension, but he continued to beg Sephiroth to leave. Sephiroth kept muttering to himself almost inaudibly, turning over what Vincent said and a little talking dirty. He slid his pajama bottoms off and started to enter Vincent. Vincent began to struggle seriously but Sephiroth held him, both hands on Vincent's chest, while he lay on his back with his legs spread. Compared with Sephiroth's bulk Vincent was far too delicate to stop him. It hurt a lot as Sephiroth's thrusts became faster and harder, but Vincent didn't mind the pain. When Vincent was more subdued, Sephiroth moved one hand onto his hip, and the other to his cock. They where both breathing loudly - it was hot under the covers together. Vincent was lost in ecstasy, but when he was spent, the horror of what had passed returned.
"Why did you do that?" he whispered, unable to put more force in his voice.
"I love you." Sephiroth shrugged. "I still don't believe you... though we are very alike."
"I though you loved Cloud?"
"Him too. He sleeps with Tifa and... god knows who else, so why shouldn't I have you?" Vincent gave up and just tried to sleep. Usually that was difficult, but he felt comfortable in Sephiroth's embrace and tired, so he slid into unconsciousness almost instantly.

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