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| Thursday, April 23rd, 2009 | |
| 1:33 am | Corpse in the Cupboard - Chapters 4 & 5 Title: Corpse in the Cupboard Rating: Adult only (18+) Warnings: Men having sex......with men. Pairings: Laguna/Vincent, Laguna/Kiros Author: Madisuzy Summary: I really wanted to put Laguna and Vincent together, and since I couldn't find any stories by anyone else with this particular couple, I did it myself. ok, this is my first attempt at fan fiction so hopefully it's not to painful. Any comments would be greatly appreciated and any advice on making my writing better in the future is always welcome. If you just want to tell me I'm evil for writing gay stories then please don't waste your time. Disclaimer: Don't own Laguna or Vincent or Kiros...............really wish I did though! Author notes: Ok. Chapter 4 nearly killed me. I have to admit that I don't like it. I've re-wrote it so many times that I have officially given up. I am moving on with the story. Thanks: Many thanks to squall from TFS forums for his wonderful proof reading. Love you babe. Thanks to goldenhaire from LJ for your continued support and encouragement. Love you too! *****Chapter 4***** Vincent looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. He couldn’t help himself. The way the president had reacted to him was, he had to admit, adorable. Since their first meeting, Vincent had learned the truth of where he was and what had happened. It had proved to be an easy task as the media of the city had been broadcasting the details of his arrival to the public for weeks. He’d watched some of the presidents media interviews and had been surprised by the mans honesty. Laguna was the complete opposite of any president he had ever known. The people of Esthar were truly fond of their leader and in turn Laguna seemed to care deeply about his city and its residents. Vincent had become fascinated by him. He’d been trying to figure out how to approach the man again when he’d overheard staff gossiping about the president taking a vacation at a secluded location. It would be the perfect opportunity to speak to him again, without interruption. He was, however, worried how the man would react to seeing him again, considering their last encounter. He had watched Laguna relaxing for two whole days before he had entered his cabin deciding to just appear and see what happened. The fact the object of his fascination was naked, in his arms and blushing like a teenager was a welcome development. “Vincent,” Laguna whispered. Vincent leaned down and slowly touched his lips to the trembling man before him. Laguna returned the kiss tentatively, his eyes fluttering closed. Vincent gently ran his tongue along the presidents lips and was rewarded with a soft gasp as Laguna opened his lips and offered him more. It had been so long since he had felt like this. Thirty years alone in the basement of Nibelhelm Mansion had left him a numb and lifeless shell of a man. With one kiss, Laguna had ignited a fire within him that burned through his veins like Mako. He couldn’t stop now, had no means to control his desire as he lowered Laguna onto the bed, pausing only to quickly rid himself of his clothes. Gazing hungrily over the body beneath him, he finally rested his gaze on the beautiful blue eyes that stared longingly back at him. “I need you Laguna,” he purred deeply. Laguna didn’t respond with words. Instead he reached up and pulled Vincent down against him, kissing him passionately as their bodies entwined. They fit together perfectly, as if they had been made for each other, Vincent thought as he surrendered.
**** Laguna was lost. Lost in Vincent’s ruby eyes, lost in the searing kisses that covered his skin, lost in the feel of the body pressed against him. When Vincent had said that he needed Laguna, he’d been unable to form a coherent response, instead opting to show the beautiful being how he felt. The resulting kiss had nearly brought him to climax. Fuck, he was too old to endure something so intense much longer. He hadn’t been with another person since Raine and she had died nearly twenty years ago. The thought made him flinch in pain, despite his extreme arousal. His hope that his lover hadn’t noticed was crushed when Vincent stopped suckling on his chest and peered up at him, eyes full of concern. “Sorry,” Laguna stuttered. “Just…….memories,” he tried to explain. He smiled and lifted his hands to hold Vincent’s face, hoping desperately that he hadn’t ruined the moment. “I think I can still your mind,” Vincent murmured with a smirk as he moved down Laguna’s body, swallowing him completely in one graceful movement. “Oh, fuck,” Laguna moaned as his mind deserted him. His lover hummed a reply and Laguna felt his body tense as years of frustration threatened to send him over the brink. A sudden pressure around the base of his shaft saved him. “Not yet,” Vincent whispered as he pressed one last kiss on the end of Laguna’s erection and crawled back up to kiss him deeply. “Vincent please,” Laguna begged. He didn’t care how needy he sounded, couldn’t help squirming and trying to gain some friction against the body above him. Red eyes smiled at him briefly as he felt a warm hand wrap around both of their cocks and start pumping firmly in perfect rhythm. The president could only withstand so much and the sound of his lover’s moans made his body surrender as he screamed Vincent’s name to the darkness. *****Chapter 5***** Vincent couldn’t stop smiling. The muscles in his face were aching because the expression had been lost to him for so long. He sighed as he watched Laguna peacefully sleeping, curled up against his side. The president of Esthar looked so innocent when he was asleep, the stress and strain absent from his handsome face. A week had passed since he had crept into the cabin and seen Laguna sleeping for the first time. He would never of dreamed that night would have ended up the way it had. They had barely spent a moment apart since then and Vincent had talked more this week than he had in the previous thirty odd years. He hadn’t planned on sharing his past with the president but once he started talking to Laguna, he found he couldn’t stop. He told him of his lost love Lucrecia, a women already married to an evil, twisted scientist named Hojo. How Hojo had discovered their relationship and Vincent had become one of his experiments. Lucrecia’s desperate bid to save him by implanting a demon named Chaos into his body. She had both saved and condemned him that day. His utter failure to save her from becoming another victim of Hojo’s insane experiments, her pregnancy and the birth of Sephiroth. Her son’s decent into madness and attempts to destroy their planet. Laguna had listened to his whole twisted tale and his unquestioning acceptance had come as a surprise to Vincent. He had been shocked and saddened but the love in his eyes and the passion they shared had not diminished. Vincent felt a twinge of guilt in his chest. He hadn’t told Laguna that he didn’t age. His lover had already expressed concern over the age difference between them and Vincent had told him that it was irrelevant and besides, the president looked far younger than he was anyway. Laguna had smiled in response but as he turned away, Vincent had seen the doubt in his eyes. If he told him that he would always look this age, would the president end their relationship? As he drifted off to sleep, he came to only one conclusion. He couldn’t bare to lose him and he would do anything to keep him. **** Kiros couldn’t help the excitement he felt. He had missed Laguna and was looking forward to seeing his warm smile again. Gods, being away from him always had this effect on him. Sometimes he found it hard to resist the temptation to run up and wrap his arms around the man. Woah! Kiros thought to himself. Where did that come from? Wrap his arms around him? Did he really just think that? The sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts as he looked up to see one of the crewmen approaching. “We are arriving at the president’s location, Sir,” the man announced. Kiros nodded at the crewman as he stood and stretched. He would have time later to ponder his growing need for Laguna. Now was time to enjoy his return. **** How the hell was Laguna going to explain this to Kiros? Exactly how do you tell your best friend that the zombie that everyone is hunting is actually a really nice guy, so nice that he’s been sharing your bed and you think you might have fallen in love with him? No matter how he tried to construct the conversation in his head, it sounded wrong. So very, very wrong. But Gods, it felt so right! So instead of doing the right thing and giving Kiros the explanation his best friend deserved, he had completely chickened out and told him nothing. He would be arriving to pick them up any minute now and Laguna was worried how he would react. Laguna was pacing nervously outside the cabin, running his fingers through his hair and trying to work out how to explain it all when strong arms wrapped around him from behind and Vincent kissed his neck gently. “He’s your best friend, isn’t he?” Vincent asked, turning Laguna around to face him. “Yes, he is,” Laguna sighed. “Then he will understand,” Vincent re-assured him, as he leaned forward and kissed the worried president deeply. Laguna let himself be swept away in the kiss, wrapping his arms around his lover and returning it wholeheartedly. Oh hell, he couldn’t give this up for anything. Nobody had ever made him feel this way. One kiss and he was left oblivious to the world around him, including the approach of his best friend. “What the fuck?” Kiros hissed, abruptly bringing Laguna back to reality. The president spun around to see Kiros staring at them, his face a mixture of shock, anger and something else that Laguna couldn’t read. **** The walk to the cabin from the landing site was only short but Kiros felt his pulse increasing rapidly. He couldn’t hold back the smile on his face or the spring in his step as he rounded the last bend in the cliffs. The sight before him stabbed him in the chest and ripped his heart out. Laguna was in the arms of a tall, dark haired man, their bodies entwined in a passionate kiss. He heard Laguna moan, was vaguely aware of words slipping past his lips, as he stood frozen in pain. Laguna spun around to face him but Kiros couldn’t bare to look at him, didn’t want to direct his pain into those eyes. He turned his glare onto the other man and suddenly his brain kicked back in to gear. Red cape. Golden claw. Fucking zombie. His side-arm was in his hand and firing before he was even aware of it. Current Mood: blah |
| Monday, April 20th, 2009 | |
| 4:09 pm | Corpse in the Cupboard - Chapters 1, 2 & 3 Title: Corpse in the Cupboard Laguna gazed out of the window and sighed. He was tired. Tired of his whole existence. Nothing had turned out the way he’d wanted, the way he’d dreamed. If Raine could see him now, he wondered what she’d think. Would she be ashamed of him, or proud? He had achieved many great things as the president of Esthar. The city was thriving and the residents lived opulent lives seldom seen anywhere on the planet. Safe within the barrier, they didn’t have to concern themselves with the immanent attack of monsters that residents of other cities faced on a daily basis. As a result, they had become a lazy and self serving people, more concerned with the latest fashions and celebrity gossip than with any issues of importance. He’d hoped the security and wealth his people enjoyed would lead to an educated, enlightened society. What a fool he was. “Maybe Squall is right when he says I’m an embarrassment,” he muttered to the darkness. “Squall is definitely wrong,” a soft voice whispered behind him. Laguna turned to see Kiros standing just inside the door with a small smile on his lips. He smiled back warmly. “Kiros, you’re back already?” he questioned his best friend. “I thought you’d be stuck in Galbadia for days.” “Well, there was no point staying and listening to Caraway whine any longer than necessary. That man is infuriating! Can you believe he expected us to pay for the damage that time flux caused to his city? It’s hardly our responsibility that it appeared in the middle of the Caraway mansion.” Kiros flopped down onto the sofa and rubbed his forehead. Laguna poured two whiskeys, sat down next to him and offered his friend one, which he gratefully accepted. “Kiros, sometimes I wonder how the hell we got here,” Laguna muttered as he leaned back into the sofa. Kiros chuckled beside the president and put his arm around him. “You’re the one who decided that running a city would be fun. Just think, we could be blind drunk lying in an alley somewhere right now.” Laguna laughed out loud. “Gods, I can’t even remember the last time I got drunk.” “Well, that I can help with,” Kiros stated as he stood to retrieve the whiskey bottle, refilling the glasses. “There’s something else I should mention too. A strange looking man came through the time flux. He wasn’t breathing though. Caraways people tried to revive him, but failed. I’ve sent the body down to Odine, thought he might be able to come up with some answers.” “Great,” Laguna moaned, “Now the universe is throwing corpses at us. Makes you feel special, dosen’t it?” Kiros laughed and raised his glass. “Cheers my friend.” **** Laguna moaned and rolled away from the blinding light streaming in his window. “Fuck,” he muttered into his pillow. Now he remembered why he hadn’t got drunk for so long. He slowly dragged himself upright and stumbled towards the shower. Hours later he was propped up at his desk, staring blankly at a mountain of paperwork, when Kiros came charging through the doors of his office in a panic. “You’ll never believe what's happened. That corpse we retrieved yesterday wasn’t dead!” he spluttered. “What the fuck are you talking about. Kiros, are you still drunk?” Laguna deadpanned. “Ifrit’s balls, I’m not joking Laguna! The labs been destroyed, three people are in hospital and the damn corpse has disappeared.” The president stood quickly, grabbing his coat and following Kiros down the hall as he tried to digest what the hell was going on. “I hate Mondays,” he whispered to himself as he ran his hands through his hair. They found Professor Odine standing outside the ruins of the lab, muttering to himself incoherently. Laguna walked past him and peered into what has left of the building. It reminded Laguna of Trabia Garden after the missile attack except for the huge claw marks that ran along the northern wall. Kiros appeared beside him. “Are you sure that corpse you brought back yesterday was human?” he asked as he pointed to the wall. “He looked human, apart from the large gold claw,” Kiros answered. Laguna glanced around at his friend with a worried look. “Any indication what direction it went in?” “Well, one of the patrols spotted a red cape flying in the direction of the city,” Kiros mumbled, as he stared at his feet. “I take it the corpse had a red cape on too?” Laguna raised an eyebrow at Kiros and took a deep breath. “Great. I can see the news headlines now. Red caped zombie with golden claw terrorises city.” “I’ve already mobilized the entire guard to search for him. Don’t worry Laguna, we’ll find him. I’ll go and get an update on how it’s going,” Kiros stated as he turned and hurried away. Time for damage control, Laguna thought to himself as he made his way back to his office. Shiva’s tits, how the hell was he going to explain this one? And what if this….zombie or whatever it was decided to start killing people? At least he had a couple of hours before the story would spread and the reporters would be hounding him for answers. His head started to ache, the remnants of this mornings hangover coming back with a vengeance. As he approached his office door he decided painkillers and a shower would be needed before he could deal with it all, so he continued on to his suite. Locking the door behind him he turned and slumped against the cool wood, sighing. The bad feeling in the pit of his stomach told him this was going to be one hell of a week. *****CHAPTER 2***** Laguna stood with both arms out in front of him, hands pressed against the tiles of the shower, head down, eyes closed as the warm water ran over his head and down his body. It felt like heaven. He reluctantly lifted his head and turned off the water, stepping slowly out and grabbing a towel off the rack. At least his headache was gone, he thought to himself as he rubbed his hair dry and wandered back out into the bedroom. The click of his cupboard door closing froze him in his tracks. “Kiros?” he called to the empty room. There was no answer. Laguna quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and approached the cupboard gingerly. If this was Kiros’ idea of a joke, he was going to kill him. He slowly reached out his hand towards the cupboard. Suddenly the doors flew open and he saw a flash of red as he was flung around, back first into the wall. He opened his eyes to see two blood red orbs staring back at him. He could feel something sharp pressed against his neck and had a horrible feeling it was a golden claw. Fuck! his mind screamed at him. It was at this very moment that his towel decided to abandon him and fall to the floor. The red eyes of his assailant flicked down and then back up to meet his, one eyebrow arching up. Laguna swallowed nervously. “I need answers,” a deep voice softly purred. Laguna stared at him, completely lost for words. The claw against his neck shifted slightly and Laguna tried to control his panic. If he didn’t get his shit together quickly he had a feeling he’d end up dead on his bedroom floor. Naked and dead. The press would love that. “What do you want to know?” the president squeaked. The claw withdrew slightly, resting firming on his chest. “Where am I?” the intruder demanded. “The presidential palace,” Laguna answered nervously. “Where’s Rufus?” “Who’s Rufus?” the president meekly asked. “I’m in no mood for games,” the man hissed as his claw pressed against the presidents throat once more, causing Laguna to stretch his head back to try to avoid damage. Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door. “Laguna, open the door. The story has hit the news and we need to talk now. Laguna?” Kiros’ voice called. The president felt the claw release its hold and then a sharp pain in his head as everything went black. **** Laguna slowly opened his eyes and was relieved to see Kiros staring worriedly at him. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his skull made him lie back down on the floor. “Whoa, take it easy. You’ve had a bad knock to the head,” his friend said softly, as he smiled down at him. “What the fuck happened?” “Found your corpse in my cupboard,” Laguna moaned, as he felt his head gingerly, discovering a large lump on his forehead. “You have wonderful timing my friend.” “Shiva’s tits, he was in your cupboard? How the hell did he get past security?” Kiros exclaimed as he helped his friend to his bed. As Laguna lay back on the pillows, Kiros noticed the small cuts and scratches on the presidents neck and his face darkened. “What did he want from you?” he asked, as he retrieved a potion from the medical kit in the bathroom and handed it to Laguna. “Answers apparently. Don’t think he liked the one’s I gave him though,” Laguna muttered as he closed his eyes and tried to make sense of the conversation with the stranger. “He wanted to know where someone called Rufus was.” “Sounds like he hasn’t worked out he’s not in “Thanks. I’d be lost without you,” the president murmured as he closed his eyes. Kiros quietly watched Laguna’s face relax as he drifted off to sleep. “And I’d be lost without you too,” he whispered. *****CHAPTER 3***** The next two weeks passed in a blur for Laguna. The press went crazy with the story of the ‘red caped zombie’ and Laguna started to wish he had never been born. His days where filled with endless press conferences and meetings with panicked officials demanding answers the president just didn’t have. The few hours sleep he managed to snatch each day were haunted by red eyes and golden claws. His only relief from the chaos came from Kiros. He had been a rock for Laguna. His strong, solid presence a balm for the strung out leader of Esthar. “Laguna, I really think you need a break. There’s nothing more you can do about this now. The whole of Esthar is looking for our lost zombie and I’m sure he’s long gone from the city by now. With all the media attention someone would have spotted him otherwise,” Kiros stated stubbornly. He’d spent the last three days trying to convince Laguna to take some time off. “No offence, Mr President,” he drawled with a cheeky grin, “but you look like shit.” “You always know how to make a man feel loved Kiros,” Laguna chuckled and winked back at him. “That’s why you hired me as your personal assistant. Now go! I’ll handle everything while you’re away,” Kiros reassured him. Laguna was just too tired to argue with him anymore and grudgingly agreed. **** Laguna was completely alone and it was bliss. The one bedroom cabin in the Centra mountains that Kiros had insisted he buy years ago, was the perfect place to hide away from the world. It was only accessible by airship but still had the modern luxury of electricity thanks to the generator he’d had installed last year. He’d only been here for two days but already felt completely rejuvenated by the silence and peaceful breezes that drifted up the mountain side. Yawning contentedly, he wandered into the bedroom, stripping off his cloths as he went and curled up in the oversized bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if his dreams would finally be free of those red, haunting eyes. *Laguna approached the cupboard doors with his arm outstretched. Suddenly the doors flew open and he was flung, back first, into the wall. He opened his eyes to see those red eyes, boring into his soul. He felt the cold steal claws against his throat. The towel dropped to the floor and Laguna gasped. His assailant’s eyes flicked down his body and then returned to his face, one eyebrow arching suggestively. Laguna ran his tongue over his lips nervously and closed his eyes. He felt the claw release his neck to be replaced by hungry lips and the soft scraping of teeth. Laguna’s hips involuntarily thrust forward against the other man and a groan escaped his lips as he felt his bare cock press against leather and the burning erection hidden beneath it. The stranger’s normal hand reached up, grabbing Laguna’s hair and yanking it back to expose more of his throat as he bit down passionately into Laguna’s flesh. The presidents hands fumbled blindly at the buckles of the leather pants, trying desperately to undo them. He needed to feel more, wanted so badly to be taken by him that all other thoughts had fled his mind. Finally he succeeded, the leather pants falling to the floor. He was pushed back against the wall and lifted as he wrapped his legs around the strangers waist. “Please,” the president begged into the jet black hair. The man made a deep growling sound and then thrust forcefully forward……… Laguna shot upright in his bed, panting heavily and covered in sweat. “Fucking hell!” he gasped out loud, as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Bad dream?” a deep voice enquired from the darkened corner of the room. Laguna jumped at the sound and fell backwards off the bed, tangling himself in the sheets and ending up in a heap on the floor. A deep chuckle floated through the air as Laguna tried to stand up and ended up back on the bed. “Please,” the man said softly, stepping forward out of the shadows and smiling at the flustered President. “I’ve come to apologize for my behaviour the last time we met. I mean you no harm.” In spite of his calming words, Laguna’s mind was panicking. As his body tried to unravel itself from the bed sheets, his mind tried desperately to process what was going on. The fact that he was completely alone with this dangerous man and Kiros would not save him this time was his first coherent thought. Fuck, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, was his second thought. Laguna felt his face blush hotly. Damn, he wasn’t a bloody schoolgirl, what the hell was wrong with him? He quickly took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself and stood up, only to have his leg cramp up and send him barreling forwards into the arms of the stranger. The president opened his eyes and looked up into ruby orbs. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, his body completely over reacting to the proximity of the strong body pressed against him. “Are you alright?” the man questioned, concern crossing his face as he peered down at the lost man in his arms. “I……you……who?” Laguna sputtered hopelessly. “Maybe I should introduce myself,” the stranger said as he supported the president with his clawed arm and brought his other arm up to tuck a strand of Laguna’s hair behind his ear. “My name is Vincent Valentine.” Current Mood: bored |