'Puppy Love'IV

They wandered into the Shinra Mansion’s basement together, using the secret passage found in one of the right wing’s rooms. They found Sephiroth reading while sitting on top of a worn looking table. The instruments were in good condition, surprisingly, from when Vincent remembered them from. Alas, when he had seen it last, it was still in the process of being turned into a lab.

“Hey, Sephi-chan!” Zack called over to the silver-haired man.

Sephiroth looked up, a bit surprised to see the two down here. “Oh, Zack. What is it?”

“Just thought you needed a break. Besides, I wanted you to meet Vincent.” The blue eyed soldier patted the gunman on the back.

“Zack, leave us alone for a bit. I want to ask him a few questions I don’t think he’d like to answer in a large crowd.” Vincent looked down at Zack, looking all business.

Zack held back a gasp, looking slightly hurt. He dropped his head in a vanquished manner. “Okay… Hey! I’ll go get us some lunch while you’re at it!”

“Do what you like.” Vincent responded softly.

“See you two later! Don’t have any fun without me!” Zack soon disappeared, leaving the two tall and beautiful men alone.

There was a moment’s silence; Sephiroth’s eyes didn’t faltering from Vincent’s. Red and green clashed in quiet thunder before the lighter haired man broke apart the storm.

“You wanted to interview me.” He didn’t push away from the desk, merely watched Vincent closely, his intentions and thoughts clouded in thick, jaded mist.

“Yes.” Vincent took a few steps towards Sephiroth till he was standing directly in front of him. “I would like to know who your parents are, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Sephiroth smirked, a small chuckle escaping into the thick, musty air. “My mother is Jenova, my father’s name doesn’t matter.” There was no way he would leak his own personal information to a stranger.

“Your father wouldn’t happen to be Hojo, now would it?” Vincent asked, quite sure of himself.

A bit surprised, Sephiroth finally stood up straight and went for the door. Taking the side, he pushed it closed slowly, keeping his hand still on the frame, even after it clicked. He turned the lock on the door, trapping the two of them inside while keeping unwanted visitors out.

“How do you know?” Sephiroth asked, keeping his back to the other.

Vincent was starting to get the uncomfortable feeling that Sephiroth might hurt him if he didn’t answer immediately. Hesitating only a second longer than Sephiroth would’ve liked, he answered. “I’ve worked with him before.”

Finally, Sephiroth turned, his eyes dangerously narrowed. “Have you told anyone?”

He shook his head, stiffening at the sight of those killer eyes. It was similar to a deer caught in the head lights. “No. Does that bother you?”

“In a way.” The leather-clad man stepped away from the door and took a few intimidating steps towards Vincent. “How can I assure that you’ll keep your mouth shut?”

Vincent’s brows furrowed, a bit confused, let alone finding himself becoming nervous by the minute. “I haven’t told anyone other than you. That should be reassurance enough.”

“It should, but it’s not.” Sephiroth stopped a good five feet from Vincent, his eyes penetrating deep into Vincent’s own darker reds. It was amazing, they were the same height, so it seemed like an even match of wills. The General usually used his stature to his advantage, but Vincent was different. He had to use his clever eyes to hopefully get the upper hand.

“I have my own question for you, Vincent.” Sephiroth went on in a feigned friendly manner. Vincent stared back, a bit curious now. “How do you feel about Zack?”

A bit taken aback, Vincent took half a step back when Sephiroth took one towards him. “How I feel about Zack? Why do you want to know?”

“Curiosity.” With no reserve, he took another step, backing the gunman into the desk.

Vincent glanced away. How ‘did’ he feel about Zack? He had no clue, now that he thought about it. He always thought of Zack as just simply there. At this point, he was so deep in considering his answer; he hadn’t realized how close Sephiroth’s advances were.

“Not much, I suppose.” When Vincent looked back at Sephiroth, his lips crashed into the opposite pair, causing a muffled surprise. “What are you doing?!” He pushed Sephiroth away vigorously and covered his mouth, side-stepping for the door. He hadn’t realized – he had to get away. He had to find Zack.

Sephiroth’s hand shot out and grabbed Vincent’s wrist, giving a cruel twist and shoving him against the wall. Wincing, the raven haired man glanced back, trying to get out of the other’s grip.

Hissing sharply as Sephiroth’s lips found Vincent’s ear, he said, “Quit struggling. You’ll only end up hurting yourself.”

“What are you doing…?” Vincent asked in a hushed whisper. He hadn’t seen this coming. Why would Sephiroth be advancing on him like this? What was there to gain?

His arm was starting to ache terribly. Sephiroth’s grip was far too strong. Stopping any sort of resistance, he shuddered, the feel of the stronger man’s breath on his neck sending his heart on a resistance run.

“You don’t need to know what I’m doing, or why.” Sephiroth’s lips gently brushed against Vincent’s ear, causing the thinner to flush considerably. “You don’t need to know anything.”

“Stop…” Vincent found his voice to hold a small whine.

Sephiroth could only find this small amount of begging to be quite entertaining. Chuckling softly, his voice husking, he pressed his muscled body against the other, causing Vincent to squeak.

Their little moment lasted for just that long before there came a knock on the door. “Sephi-chan! Vinnie-chan! I’m back with lunch! Open up the door!” It was Zack.

Vincent tensed, thinking Sephiroth would send him away, afraid of how far his mind was willing to travel. Fortunately enough, his thoughts didn’t come true. Sephiroth released Vincent, allowing the man to rub his sore arm. He gave a warning glare that said, “if you tell Zack, I’ll kill you”.